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Poor Corey…I’ll miss him.  ;-)   
Poor Corey…I’ll miss him.  ;-)   
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: No More Questions==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2260.333
Scene: Docking Tube, Starbase Ten
“Captain!  Captain Steele!”
Jack and Sean stepped off the docking tube onto Starbase 10 and did their best to pretend they didn’t notice the half dozen reporters waiting to badger them just a few meters away.  Jack turned to grimace at his XO careful to ensure the angle would not allow the vid cameras to see him.  Sean smiled in response.  “Shall we?”  He asked pleasantly knowing full well that any conversation they had would be easily picked up by the news microphones.  Which mean they couldn’t comment on what they thought of the scrum they would have to wade through.
“Captain Steele, I’m Guy Smiley GNS news.  Welcome to Starbase Ten.”
“Thank you Guy.”  Jack replied with a smile as he slowly kept walking across the bay to the lift that would whisk them away to the safety of the command centre.  “It’s good to be here.”  He lied.
“Two weeks ago your ship, USS HOOD, engaged and destroyed several Klingon warships that had entered Federation space.  What can you tell us about this?”
“Well Guy I can’t really add any more to the comments I have already made on this mission.”  Jack replied knowing full well he had not spoken publicly about the operation.  He was just trying to waste as much time as he could as he and Sean continued to make for the turbolift.
“Of course.”  The reported answered.  “But wasn’t what the Klingons did an act of war?”
“Guy as you are aware the Klingon government has made clear that the actions of those rogue Klingons was not in any way sanctioned.”
“There are some who say that the whole operation was in fact sanctioned by the Klingons and this was a prelude to war.”
Jack kept walking.  He hadn’t heard a question so there was no reason to answer.
“Commander Merrick.  Is Starfleet ready for war?”  Smiley persisted.
“Starfleet is certainly capable of defending the Federation and her allies.  Fortunately  we are at peace with our neighbours it gives us the opportunity to continue with Starfleet’s main goal.  Exploration.”
“That might have been true in the past but you have to admit that the CONSITUTION class program was an obvious decision to begin an arms race with the Klingons and the Romulans.  Each one of those ships is a floating fortress capable of destruction the likes of which has never been seen before.”


   
   
“Guy the universe is a dangerous place as we have seen time and time again.  When we sail out into the unknown we need to be able to defend ourselves and the new colonies and research outposts we help establish.  But our defensive systems are only a small part of a CONSTITUTIONS class ship’s makeup.  HOOD and her sisters carry the most powerful mobile computers in the quadrant.  We have labs and medical facilities that rival the best institutions from around the Federation.  We resupply colony worlds, respond and provide relief to natural disasters and more often then not we are the ones charged with the initial diplomatic dialogue with the new races we encounter.  We’re all working towards the same goal, peaceful exploration and scientific discovery.”  The lift doors swished open and Jack turned back to smile at the reporters.  “Now if you’ll excuse us?”


   
   
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
Commanding, USS HOOD 1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: An Upset Cory is Twice as Dangerous==
===by Daniel Belin===
Continuity: occurs before and parallel to Andy's post.
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Bridge- USS HOOD, T minus Two minutes before docking.
"Drop to one-half impulse," said Steele, looking at the tactical map. He gestured to Powers to open a channel,and a muscular man with graying hair wearing old fashioned glasses appeared onscreen. Steele looked at the man and said, "Admiral Hayes, how are you?"
[[Excellent, Captain. Ready to dock at the crossroads of the universe?]]
Indeed Starbase 10 was at the crossroads of the Galaxy. In one direction laid the Tarsus Expanse, which had several colonies, mines, and dozens of various spacefaring races. In another direction laid the beta quadrant, volatile free space. In yet another, there were the Core Worlds. It was near two of the biggest trading routes of the galaxy; The Orion Belt and Heading 211 mark 15, which connected the Core Worlds and the Colonial regions. Not only was the physical Starbase a large and important one, the civilian towns, docks, warehouses, stopover areas, and the large city Hedron tended to flourish. There were hundreds of Starfleet warehouses and engineering facilities, as well as storage bays the size of Geltian football stadiums filled with all forms of provisons and supplies. For civilians and the off-duty Starfleet officer, there were thousands of shops and recreational facilities that catered both to the commonplace and more exotic tastes.
"Aye sir," said Steele, closing the channel. When they docked, and only about 20 people were needed to run the ship, he would let the other thousand run loose. It was their first opportunity for shore leave ever since he assumed command of the vessel (and for about a year before that!), and he was not going to deny it for them. DeSimms probably knew some more shady individuals on the planet who might replenish his ammo supply, then Doc would probably go Tequila hunting. He also knew that some of the enlisted men, and some of the officers too, would enjoy a very specific form of recreational facility which was plentiful on the planet.
"Dock her well, Mister Compass," said Steele. He looked at Powers and said to her, "Once relief crews arrive, keep a man on Communications and someone in engineering. Send the rest of the crew down. Well, at least try to get most of them to leave."
He now turned to the entire bridge, "I want everyone who is standing on this bridge to take their week of R&R and spend most of it on the planet."
He got a lot of grumbling, but finally he heard the bridge crew chorus, "Aye, sir."
Transporter Room 1- Docked at station.
Two security guys manhandled Cory onto the transporter. Cory mumbled and grumbled, but finally, "Fine. Gar, it was a pleasure."
Gar looked down at the teleport panel and waited for a few seconds. He could have said something meaningful, but instead, Gar raised his unoccupied hand, made a fist, and then lifted a solitary middle finger. DeSimms had trouble containing his laughter, and Cory turned red with anger.
DeSimms handed Cory a card and said, "You have a way with computers, Mr. Campbell. I am not a heartless bastard, so heres a contact card for Federation Intelligence. Maybe you can do something there."
"Thank you, DeSimms. Permission to disemabark?"
"Granted," DeSimms nodded to Gar, and Gar pushed up the three sliders. They thought this was the last they would hear of Campbell.
Public Communications Lines- SB 10, Line with Earth.
The face of Mary Campbell filled the screen. The seventy year old was disappointed in the HOOD, and she made it very clear to Cory that she would try to get him back in the fleet, "Listen, Cory. I will do my best to get you into the fleet, but I don't know how far I will get with that. What I can do is persuade them to assign the HOOD an IA guy, who will probably be civilian to the ship."
"That should get them all in trouble," said Cory, smiling.
"They should get in trouble for what they did to you," said Mary, "And all the other transgressions I have heard about. Bye, Cory."
"Bye, Mom!"
[[Memo]]
From: Fleet Admiral JT Comsol, Chief, Starfleet Operations
To: Rear Admiral Makarov, Commandant, Starbase 10 and Operational Fleet 2
Subject: Internal Affairs
Internal Affairs shall be assigned to USS Hood for next operational mission. This will be effective from T-1 hour before leaving drydock and will apply until next post-mission stopover. Alert all applicable parties of the preceding order
Signed,
Fleet Admiral JT Comsol, Chief, Starfleet Operations
[[Reply to Memo]]
From: Rear Admiral Makarov, Commandant, Starbase 10 and Operational Fleet 2
To: Fleet Admiral JT Comsol, Chief, Starfleet Operations
Subject: RE: Internal Affairs.
Orders understood and relayed. Qualified civilian, Ms. Ida Melbourne, has been assigned. Captain Steele has responded that they will be ready to take her aboard T-1 day before leaving drydock.
Signed,
Rear Admiral Ogily Makarov, Commandant, Starbase 10
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With all due respect,
Daniel F. Belin
LT JOHN DESIMMS
SEC, USS HOOD
NCC-1703
ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Shore Leave for Most==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2260.333
Scene: Starbase Ten
“So, what do you think?”
“I think the admiral hates us.”  Sean answered as the two HOOD officers stood just outside the admiral’s office.
Jack chuckled and reached for his communicator.  “Steele to HOOD.”
[Gar here.]
“Whats your present location Mr. Gar?”
[I’m in my office sir.  Mr. Compass is keeping your seat warm.]  Jack and Sean traded a look.  Although he hadn’t said it you could clearly here ‘that idiot Mr. Compass’ in the Andorian’s tone.
“Good.  Commander HOOD is going to be moving over to the dry dock in six hours.  Before that happens the entire crew, save for the senior officers, have to be off.”
[Sir?]  Gar answered incredulously.  [The entire crew?]
“An immediate 10 day shore leave for all crew either on the Starbase or at the facilities.  The repair teams will be assisting the officers in the uh, repair work.”
“Smooth.”  Sean whispered, rolling his eyes at the captain. 
“Get the department heads on it right away and also notify them that we will have a senior officer’s briefing in two hours.  Steele out.”
“Well I have to admit to feeling more then a little guilty hiding over here for the next two hours.  I’m sure lunch in the O Club will help me get over it.  Care to join me?”
“Wait.”  Sean said as he cupped a hand to his ear.
“What?”
“I think I can hear Gar’s screams from here.”
Respectfully,


   
   
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Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Mission Brief==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2260.333
Scene: Main Conference Room, USS HOOD
As the last officer entered the conference room Jack leaned forward and began the briefing.  “As you all know, four hours from now HOOD will transit over to the dry dock for repairs and refit.  Obviously this is not necessary and is instead only a ruse to cover for the fact that some of us will not be aboard her.”  He turned to face Lieutenant Commander Compass.  “Commander in three hours you will take temporary command of the ship.  Over the next 7 to 10 days your job, with the assistance of Lieutenants Steering and Marconi, will be to ensure this subterfuge is kept up.  As far as anyone is concerned the rest of us are still aboard overseeing various classified upgrades.  In actual fact as HOOD heads over to the slip we will beam off and onto a passing cargo shuttle heading for the planet.  Clear?”
“Yes sir.”  It wasn’t clear by any stretch of the imagination but it wasn’t like he had the option of any other answer.  Besides he would be in command.  What did he care about the reasons!
“Very well.  You three are dismissed.”
Once the three officers had departed Jack inserted a datachip into the computer and a Romulan face appeared on the tri screen monitor.  “This is the Romulan Scientist Fveirrolh Sahen.  It seems that Mr. Sahen has decided it is time to move on to greener pastures.”
“Federation pastures perhaps?”  Stile drawled.
“Exactly that.”  Jack confirmed.  “Currently he is on his way to the planet Arcturus.”  The captain ignored Gar’s groan.  “Our mission is to quietly meet him and escort him back to Starbase Ten.  Obviously if Romulus finds out they won’t be very happy with the Federation.”
“Which means Starfleet won’t be very happy with us.”
“I think that is a safe bet.”  Jack confirmed.  “So as you heard  we will beaming over to the cargo ship which will take us to the main space port on the planet below.  It will be up to us to find transport that will get us to Arcturus within three days.”
“We have to find?”  Stile asked.  “No free rides on Starfleet transport?  Surely someone must be heading that way.”
Jack shook his head.  “No, this is covert from start to finish.  We make our own plans so no one will have any knowledge to deny at a later date.  To that end we’ll be traveling in civilian clothing and will have nothing on us to identify us as Starfleet officers.  I do have some credit slips that we can utilize but it is up to us to beg, borrow or steal what ever we need.  We’ll go in two teams of three.  Sean, Stile and Hemux and myself, DeSimms and Gar.  Once we leave here the two teams will act independently although I’m hoping we will be able to support each other once we arrive on Arcturus.”
“Do we know when and where on the planet the defector will be arriving?”  DeSimms asked.
“No.  Only that he is enroute and he will be arriving in no less then three days.”
“But he knows we are looking for him.”
“No.  We don’t think so.”
“The how do we find him?”
“I asked the admiral that very same question.”
“And what was his answer?”
“The same one I can give you.  Are there any other questions?”
“That’s just great.”  Gar grumbled.
“Alright.  We beam out shortly I’ll meet you all in the transporter room once you are suitably garbed.”
Sean waited while the other officer’s left the room.  When they were alone he turned to Jack.  “You didn’t want to mention the Internal Affairs Officer?”
Jack shook his head.  “I want them focused on this mission and not the future.  She won’t be here until we leave dry dock which won’t be until after this mission.  Admiral Carstairs has assured me that after his discussion with CINC-Starfleet that there won’t be any surprise visits during this sensitive mission so there is no point in getting everyone in a tizzy now.  Besides I’m hoping the admiral can put a stop to this before it even happens.  He certainly owes us one after the last mission.”
<<<NRPG>>>
And there you have it…
Steve: Don’t know if Stile drawls J
Separate NRPG to follow after I have a late dinner! ;-)
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Let the Races Begin!==
===by Daniel Belin===
Briefing Room Number 2-
Steele turned to DeSimms, "I think Carstairs knows DeSimms is onboard.
I'm suprised they didn't send SpecOps, I think their line of thought
is DeSimms will be qualified to do the tracking down, protection, and
if need be, blasting our way out of there."
He turned to everyone else, "Because competition seems to always speed
things up, I am making this into a race. Whoever gets to Arcturus
first gets a prize, and no, I do not know what it will be. Get a cover
identity and get planet side in no more than an hour! Dismissed."
Hedron, Mezzaine District
"I liked your covers for us," said DeSimms, "They look to shady and
malevolent to be standard starfleet, but not unrealistically so. Good
job!"
"DeSimms," said Gar, "Assuming you've done this kind of thing in
SpecOps, how do we go about this?"
"I have a plan, but you have to promise me something, gentelmen."
"Yes?" inquired Steele.
"When we are done, don't report any of my aquaintances to the police.
I promise they are very discerning in their customers, and they have
never aided enemies of the Federation."
"Fine. What is your plan?"
"First, we go to a more unsavory part of town," said DeSimms, pointing
to a part of the tourist map marked in red, "Then we procure some
weapons from a contact of mine, you know, the kind that a shady
trafficer might use."
"And transport?" asked Gar.
"I know a place where more, well, unscrupulous crews hang out."
"And if we don't find anything?"
"Then, gentlemen, I teach to you stowaway 101."
--
The Bad Part of Town, 0100 hours.
--
"Gentlemen, right this way" said DeSimms, ushering Steele and Gar into
an alley. They walked down the foul smelling alley, and found
themselves at what Gar and Steele thought was a side entrance. DeSimms
pushed them inside hurriedly, and closed the door behind him.
"Who are ya?!" yelled a voice from the dark. Suddenly, a red dot
appeared on Captain Steele's chest, and the tension in the room
skyrocketed.
--
"Ah terrific! When I am out impersonating a deadly assassin and you've
got Feds crawling out of manholes and dangling from trees."
MacGyver to Pete about backup
--
With all due respect,
Daniel F. Belin
John DeSimms
CSO, USS HOOD
NCC-1703
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Mother's Reprimand==
===by Steve Apple===
SD: 2260.333
Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD
Just After Arrival Star base 10
Corbett’s hangover had moved to the base of his skull and decided it wanted to stay for awhile. He shuffled into sickbay looking for the ingredients to his hangover recipe.
“Looking for this Cowboy?” Mother asked holding a hypospray and a cup of coffee.
“I knew there was a reason that I loved ya darling.” Corbett drawled.
“Save it for your fab five.” Mother said as she injected him.
“Thank you Mother, so what’s on the docket for today?”
“First off you will apologize to Miss Saxman, for your frat boy behavior last night.”
“Yes ma’am.” Corbett said wincing then added. “In all fairness you should have seen how uncomfortable Commander Merrick was. It was priceless, so I’d say it was worth it.”
“You want to act like an overgrown child I won’t stop you, but if bring my nurse into it then you got to answer to me, understand.”
“Yes Mother point well taken.”
“Good. Now once you’ve done that then you can sign the stack of waiver forms on your desk so the crew on sick call can take shore leave.
“Is that it?” Corbett asked hoping he could finish the tasks quickly and go back to bed.
“No there are two other issues. First Lt. Hemux hit her head against a bulkhead last night.”
“So, why wasn’t she attended to?” He asked.
“Because she was under the influence of some sort of hallucinogen, that’s why.” Mother shot back.
“She’s a Denobulan they use mushrooms like I use tequila. Scan her head and neck to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion or cervical injury then give her 800mg of Hexaprophen. I’ll stop in to see her in her quarters later to make sure there are no lingering effects.” Corbett said as he turned to leave.
“Not so fast Cowboy there is one last thing.” Mother said with a smirk.
“Why do I get the feeling I don’t want to hear this.” He said looking at the amusement on her face.
“Oh believe me you don’t.” Mother said with a wide grin. “But I’m sure it will give me no end of pleasure to watch you squirm.”
“And what would that be?” He asked.
“Do you know what these are?” She asked in response as she held up her hand.
“They look like several slips of paper” Corbett said.
“Five slips of paper to be exact.” Mother replied.
“Out with it woman.” He yelled tiring of this.
“All right Cowboy.” Mother said giggling. “These are five separate invitations for you to have dinner tonight with your little girl friends.”
“What?”
“You heard me. They are all expecting you for a romantic dinner tonight and I’m looking forward to you trying to be in five places at once.”
“I am sorry to disappoint you madam, but I am a professional scoundrel and this is just an occupational hazard.”
Mother looked him up and down for a moment then finally asked. “You have no idea what you’re going to do, do you?”
“Not a clue.”
Respectfully Submitted,
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703


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