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Respectfully Submitted,  
Respectfully Submitted,  
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Boss is REALLY On Your Side==
===by Scott Lusby===
SD: 2260.333, just before Steele briefed the senior staff in "Mission Brief"
Vice Admiral Joseph Carstairs really hated his job somedays...
...usually that happened when politicians got in the way of operational
things.
Such as right now.
"You're assigning an Internal Affairs person to the HOOD? What on Earth
for?" he asked.
The Chief of Starfleet Operations didn't look all that pleased with
Carstairs' tone. [[[The fact that you asked that questions makes me wonder
whether you truly know what is going on with the ships under your command,
Admiral.]]]
Carstairs reigned in his anger- somewhat. "That might work on some people,
Admiral, but not on me. I've been around this game too long to miss a power
play when I see one." He paused, then added, "This is about Campbell, isn't
it?"
JT Comsol said nothing.
Joe pursed his lips and held back a curse. "Are you kidding? He's a menace
to the fleet; every place he's been assigned, and he's caused trouble and
been passed along. Captain Steele does what's right- cashiers his butt for
what he did instead of making Campbell someone else's problem- and STEELE
gets the IA treatment? What about Campbell? He should be doing hard labor
on some penal colony for what he did, not a back way back INTO the fleet.
What kind of fleet are we running here--"
[[[That will be quite enough, Admiral,]]] Comsol said. [[[The fact is that
Steele and his senior staff bullocksed the entire mission to Velorum, and
I've heard about what they do after hours--]]]
"I've endorsed the actions on Velorum completely," he said. "As for the
other stuff, you don't think that it's possible it's exaggerated?"
[[[That's what the IA officer will be determining: its affects on the senior
staff's performance.]]]
Carstairs shook his head. "And all this from a rumor, a little word in the
ear from some disgruntled sailor's mother--"
[[[Tread carefully, Admiral--]]]
"Not a chance, Admiral; I will see this in front of the Commander-in-Chief
himself...and if that doesn't work, I will have it in front of the
Federation Council in 36 hours. Count on it; this is a gross
misappropriation of resources without cause, and I'll see to it that
everyone knows why."
The two Starfleet admirals stared at one another, each one's eyes ablaze,
each one ready to pounce through the viewscreen on which they were viewing
each other.
Comsol blinked first. [[[OK- I can see to it that IA stays away until you
are ready to launch in 10 days' time. I can also see to it that Campbell
never sees the decks of a starship again. I can't promise he'll stay
cashiered; there are too many friends in high places for that. But I can
guarantee he'll stay grounded.]]]
Carstairs hesitated; he didn't like the idea of Campbell being anywhere near
a Starfleet facility where he could endanger other lives...but IA poking
around with them on Arcturus could get very sticky...
"I want it in writing," he finally said. "The IA thing, not about Campbell.
I don't want to see hide nor hair of an IA officer until the ship is ready
to leave Starbase 10. If I do, I will go to the CINC-ESS-EFF."
The Chief of Starfleet Operations said nothing, save [[[Comsol, clear.]]]
As the screen in front of him turned black again, he let out a heavy sigh.
Comsol was his superior officer, and Joe knew he could have gotten into big
trouble for pushing like that.
He still could, conceivably...but he didn't think so. Comsol had more to
loose than Joe did, in the end: currying favors, especially when the
circumstances were so plain for all to see, would not sit well with the
straight-arrow CINCSF.
<<NRPG>>
Just a little something to bridge Andy's post and Daniel's.
Respectfully Submitted,
-- Scott Lusby
/\ VADM Joseph Carstairs
COMORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Fuzzy Dealings==
===by Scott Lusby===
SD: 2260.333, during and immediately after Daniel's post, entitled "Let the
Races Begin"
Gar was NOT in a good mood. At all.
He was not a soft person; you could not grow up on Andoria and BE a soft
person- the environment wouldn't let you. And he understood that sometimes,
in order to get things done, you sometimes had to 'bend the rules' somewhat.
But there was a difference between 'bending' and 'breaking' in his
book...and, apparently, he and DeSimms were not reading from the same
chapters.
Shady people were 'shady' for a reason: they did bad things, dealt with bad
people...and as a result, trusted no one. He couldn't help but feel that
DeSimms was leading them into an unnecessarily complicated scheme.
Gar had been around the block enough to know one thing: consorting with
known criminals was going to draw attention- either from the police (bad),
other criminals (worse), or both (worst of all). That's if they even got a
proverbial foot through the door with these...'associates' of DeSimms'.
Not to mention the fact that, in dealing with these people, now others were
involved; there were others outside of themselves that knew some part of
what they were doing. WITNESSES.
The best way, in Gar's mind, would have been to simply book transport on a
modest passenger liner bound for Arcturus, or even a freighter with
passenger berths; the cover identities they had would cover their arrival
just fine as long as they laid low, and the cost of 'modest transport' would
be minimal, and offer them the added anonymity of mingling with the poor.
And, best of all, no 'shady characters' as witnesses.
As for weapons, DeSimms seemed ready to outfit the three of them as a
complete special operations unit. All one really needed was a phaser;
anything heavier could always be acquired locally, on Arcturus.
"Captain," he said, quietly, as DeSimms ushered them into The Bad Part of
Town. "This is unnecessarily risky- we should just take--"
<<snip- from Daniel's last post, entitled "Let the Races Begin!">>
"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.
<<snip- new material>>
Gar spat a curse as he quietly removed the small palm-sized hand phaser from
a pocket, and set it on heavy stun.
Without warning, Gar shoved Steele and DeSimms back out through the doorway
with a fierce roar, at the same time firing his phaser back in the direction
of where the red laser seemed to come from. As they exploded back onto the
street, gunfire roared from within, and pitted the pavement around them.
The got up, and as someone emerged from the doorway, DeSimms- already with
phaser in hand- blasted the bad guy. Quickly, they ran back out of the
alleyway, all three firing intermittently behind them, finally coming back
onto the main roadway. They weren't **quite** out of The Bad Part of Town
yet...but they were no longer hidden from public view either- something
which offered them at least some security at the moment.
Steele put his phaser away, and Gar and DeSimms concealed their in their
palms as they walked quickly south, glancing over their shoulders as they
did.
"He was an old contact of mine," DeSimms growled. It was not an apology; it
was a statement of fact by his tone.
"Well, he didn't like something about us, that was certain," Gar said. The
Andorian then turned to the Captain as they walked. "Captain, I suggest we
just go to the spaceport, and catch a ride on the cheapest civilian
transports we can and...'blend in'- we can worry about the more covert stuff
when we get to Arcturus. There, we'll definitely need DeSimms' connections
to help finding our Rom and keeping him safe until we can get him back to
Starbase 10. Until then, however...we're just traveling. Draws less
attention"
No one said anything further as they continued south, towards the spaceport.
<<NRPG>>
Just adding to our team's first attempts to get to Arcturus.
Really, I just wanted to create some comedy out of this. We don't need to
go that far over the top- yet. :) I can't wait to see what we do when we
get to Arcturus...
Respectfully Submitted,
- Scott Lusby
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth
Chief Engineer-turned-Intel Operative
USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Out of the Pan and into the Fire==
===by Steve Apple===
SD: 2260.333
Scene: CMO’s Quarters, USS HOOD
“Stile what are we doing here, we have to be in the transporter room in like 5 minutes?” Sean Merrick asked.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Corbett said sitting down in front of his vidscreen, but I’ve got a personal matter to attend to first. However, I’ll need you to sit down and no matter what you hear please stay quiet.”
“Make it quick.” Merrick said as he flopped into the seat in front of Stile’s desk.
“Corbett to data storage.” Corbett said pushing the comm. button.
Merrick lifted an eyebrow and tried to suppress the smile that was creeping up on his lips.
[[[Thompson here, hey sweetie, I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight.]]]
Merrick watched as Corbett got a sad pained look on his face.
“I was looking forward to it too darling. It’s been a long time since… well you know.” Corbett said wryly.
[[[What do you mean you were looking forward to it?]]]
“I have been incarcerated on the ship by the Captain as have all the senior staff.”
[[[That’s ok; I’ll stay on board with you.]]]
“I wish you could sweetness, but other than the senior staff all personnel are on mandatory shore leave.” Corbett answered.
[[[Well that sucks. I’ll tell you what when I get back from leave I promise I’ll do something special for you. Again I’m really sorry.]]]
“I’ll hold you too it.” Corbett said winking into the screen.
After Corbett had made the last of his 5 calls with the same response from each, Merrick looked at him with disdain.
“I hate you with a burning passion.” Merrick said smiling
“Jealousy does not become you sar.” Corbett said.
“Ok now that you’ve kept your cojones from being ripped off your body we need to get down to the transporter room.”
“Precisely what I wanted to speak privately with you about.” Corbett said.
“Damn it Stile pop a tranquilizer, we’re not taking a shuttle over to the cargo ship.” Merrick said in frustration.
“No not the transporter.’ Corbett yelled back. “And for your information I’ve taken several, but that’s beside the point. I’m talking about transportation to Arcturus.”
“We’ll have to figure something out at the space port. “ Merrick replied.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I have taken the liberty of contacting an acquaintance of mine in the syndicate.” Corbett said pushing his cowboy hat toward the back of his head.
“What… what syndicate?” Merrick sputtered.
“The Orion one.” Corbett answered.
“Why, how… you know what I don’t want to know.” Merrick said.
“Then I take it you don’t want to know about the 50,000 credits that I had set up in a dummy account.”
“Do you know how many regulations you have just trashed to hell?” Merrick asked his face turning an ugly shade of purple.
“17 to be exact now take a breath before you pass out.” Corbett chuckled.
“Orions why did it have to be Orions?” Merrick asked.
“Because I did 3 years Emergency Medicine Residency there and met all the wrong people, which now seem to have come in handy.”
“When this is over you’re going to be the one to explain it to the Captain.” Merrick said as he headed out the door.
“You worry too much sar… what could possibly go wrong.” Corbett said as he followed Merrick out the door.
Respectfully Submitted,
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Coach==
===by Daniel Belin===
Spaceport- Tickets Section
"Look, all we need is a seat on the next flight to Arcturus," pleaded
Steele. He hadn't had to deal with civilian spaceliner representatives
in years, and this was not a part of civilian life he has relishing.
"OK, sir, we had a flight cancellation on a flight departing in 30
minutes. I can't guarantee you'll make it in time, and of course there
are no refunds for this," said the representative, "That will come up
to 890 with the surcharges. That's for all three of you."
Steele forked over the credits, and he, DeSimms, and Gar ran for the
plane as fast as they could. Security slowed them down considerably,
and they made it to the gate with literally seconds to spare. When
they found out where they were sitting, they winced.
--Onboard Flight 298 to Arcturus.
After being seated so the Captain was protected by DeSimms and by Gar
from the back, DeSimms regretted ensuring the Captain's safety. He was
seated in the middle seat, with Steele in the window seat, and a
hyperactive boy of 10 in the aisle seat. To complement this four-foot
annoyance, a rather obese Metian woman was already leaning back in her
seat, completly restricting DeSimms's movement.
The boy looked at DeSimms as the plane took off. The G-forces rippled
through the cockpit, because Inertial Dampers weren't engaged in
athmosphere. Once they accelerated to warp, the boy squeaked, "That
was fun, just like a rollercoaster!"
DeSimms looked at the boy menacingly. The hyperactive boy shut up, for now.
--
Daniel Belin
John DeSimms
A Man Who Hates Flying,
Onboard Flight 298 to Arcturus
ASR: Origins
--
With all due respect,
Daniel F. Belin
"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
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Boy vs. DeSimms==
===by Daniel Belin===
Flight 298 to Arcturus, 1 Hour before Landing at Arcturus.
DeSimms was freaking tired of this kid running his little yapper.
Steele and Gar were both asleep, but his insomnia was augmented by
this transport. The kid continued his verbal barrage with yet another
story of his life. Looking at DeSimms, he said, "So yeah, Billy and I
climbed this huge tree, and we were able to see my dad walking on the
Horseshoe path!"
The morbidly obese woman in front of him was not helping. DeSimms had
already kneed her through the seat twice, and there was no indication
of her waking anytime soon. He was effectively trapped by the woman,
and forced to listen to this verbal torture machine. He tried the
menacing look trick, but that lost its effect hours ago. The kid
continued about his grandpa, who was a Cargo Ship Captain, and DeSimms
just tilted his head up and moaned.
The kid had been yapping for about six hours. DeSimms was tired of
this, and he the kid know.
"Look kid, I ain't sensitive and I don't like kids. Shut the hell up
or I will knock you cold,"
The words definitely had an impact. The kid shut up, but started
crying loudly. Several people gave DeSimms the 'why did you make a kid
cry, you son of a bitch' look. He gave them the malevolent look he
gave the kid. It had an effect, and no one looked in his direction for
the rest of the flight.
He was grateful for the landing on Arcturus an hour later. Stumbling
off the ship, he immediately located the nearest bar and proceeded to
procure several strong drinks. The Captain smiled, and sat down next
to him, "Gentlemen, I suggest we divide and conquer. We have
communicators, so we can stay in contact, and we seemed to have
arrived two and a half days before the defector arrives. I say we
spend the next day and a half preparing."
Both DeSimms and Gar nodded in agreement, so Steele continued,
"DeSimms will focus on procuring whatever equipment he might think we
need."
"I know people," said DeSimms, "And I should be able to beg and steal
from some of the Cargo Ships passing through."
"Alright. Gar, you focus on getting the lay of the land. Get to know
places of interest, shady establishments, spaceports, bars, and the
general area. Research this whole area well!"
"Understood."
"I will focus on providing a base of operations. Once I locate it, we
will stock that as our fortress, our Intel Center, and our shelter.
Move out when you are ready, men."
Gar stood up and left for the tourist info center. Steele looked at
DeSimms and quipped, "Try not to get shot prematurely, Mister."
On that note, the two men drained their drinks and headed in seperate
directions.
--
Submitted by,
Daniel Belin
John DeSimms
Operative
ASR: Origins
--
With all due respect,
Daniel F. Belin
"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
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Into the Devil’s Den==
===by Steve Apple===
SD: 2260.333, Time frame during Daniel's post, entitled "Let the Races Begin"
Scene: Hedron, Red Light District aka “The Sea of Nectar”
Corbett, Merrick and Hemux exited the space port from three separate locations so as not to attract attention that they were together. The plan was for them to rendezvous in 1 hour at the club Corbett was to meet his Contact. Corbett watched Hemux from the shadows as she made her way to a taxi station. He knew he needed to wait and make sure the Denobulan wasn’t going to get into trouble. Even though she was three times his age there seemed to be a naiveté about her that could lead to trouble. After the Science officer had disappeared into a cab Corbett made his way to the subway terminal, doubling back several times to make sure he wasn’t being followed as well.
The train to the Sea of Nectar was relatively empty; it never had many passengers as it was headed to the seedy side of the city.
The train glided to a halt and the few passengers aboard shuffled out the door. Their heads were hung low and they made it a point to avoid eye contact with anyone around them. These upstanding citizens didn’t want to be recognized in this pit of an area.
The street above the subway terminal was well lit by the garish neon of the signs that were attached to the buildings on either side. The streets were moderately crowded with people getting food from vendors or checking their PADD to make sure they had the right building number.
Corbett looked around the street for a moment making sure he wasn’t being watched and then headed out. He had committed the back alleyways to memory long ago. Walking for a few more blocks he made a sharp left into a cramped alley off the main drag.
This was dangerous and he knew it. Reaching into his boot he pulled out his pistol and cocked the hammer back. The doorway in front and to his right cast a long shadow into the alleyway. After making a quick check behind him he ran to the doorway and hid. If anyone had been following him he would soon know. After a few minutes he deemed it was safe and continued down the alley to where it intersected another populated street.
Corbett tucked his pistol into his waistband and covered the protruding handle with his shirt. Stepping onto the street he turned right and made his way to a gaudy two story building with Grecian columns and a flashing pink neon sign that read ‘The Olympus Garden’.
“20 credit cover charge.” an overly muscled man wearing a black tunic said as Corbett approached.
Corbett handed over the money and the man stamped his hand.
“First time here?” The man asked.
Corbett kept his head bent low so as not to make eye contact with the man. “Yes, I heard this was the place to be.”
“Don’t worry you’ll have a story to tell the guys back home, I guarantee it.” The man said with a smirk.
Corbett nodded and hurried inside. However, he smiled when he overheard the man say, “Effing Tourists.”
Scene: The Olympus Garden
Corbett made his way through the short hallway and held his hand up for the bouncer who was standing by a thick black velvet curtain and looking to see that he had been stamped.
“Enjoy.” The man grunted and pulled the curtain back for him to enter.
The bar area was just as garish as the outside of the building. The walls were lined with mirrors and red velvet drapes. Corbett looked around for a moment at the rows of tables and booths that lined the 3 stages. The music was loud and pounding and the strobe lights hit the ascending smoke turning it into a thin haze.
Corbett watched the activity for a few minutes. He scanned the dancers and hostesses working the tables then slowly made his way to a back booth where he saw an uncomfortable looking Merrick sitting.
“You picked some place for a meeting.” Merrick said.
“I didn’t pick it. I was told where to meet.” Corbett answered.
“Yeah, but I’m sure you didn’t fight very hard to have the location changed.” Merrick shot back.
“Sean if one is going to have a dangerous clandestine meeting then the scenery at least should be memorable.”
“Ah-huh sure.” Merrick said as he waived off a Deltan table dancer.
“Sean you need to lighten up a bit,” Corbett said in mock anger. “Have a drink, or better yet get a dance. I mean look around you some of the most beautiful girls the quadrant has to offer are right here.”
“Why is it that I think you’ve been here lots of times before?” Merrick asked relaxing a bit.
“Sar I am appalled that you would besmirch my character this way. I’ll have you know that I have never…”
“Hey Stile haven’t seen you here in a long time.” A sweet Risian female hostess said interrupting the doctor. “Can I get you a drink, the usual?”
Corbett pushed his hat to the back of his head and frowned at Merrick. “Not a word sar, do you hear me.” Then turning to the Risian said. “Ah Briana you’re as lovely as ever and still take my breath away.”
The Risian smiled at the Cowboy, “Always the charmer Stile. What’s your friend drinking?”
“Just bring 2 tequila’s darlin.” Corbett said.
“ARr'Rhiana has arrived.” Merrick said gesturing with a nod to the front entrance.
“Then we are all here; however given our current situation I think it better that you and I handle this while ARr'Rhiana stay’s in the main bar area.” Corbett said.
“Shouldn’t I waive her over though?” Merrick asked.
“Look at her Sean, she is mesmerized by that male dancer, let her have her fun.” Corbett replied.
“Here you go hun, 2 tequilas.” The Risian said as she placed the drinks on the table interrupting them.
“Thank you Briana,” Corbett said then motioned toward ARr'Rhiana. “Darlin you see that Denobulan over by the front bar. Well she is a very dear friend of mine and I would appreciate it if she were well looked after by the staff and bouncers, if you know what I mean.”
“Don’t worry Stile we’ll make sure she stays safe.” The Risian said then left to talk to the bouncers.
Corbett up ended his tequila then stood. “I’m going to talk with ARr'Rhiana for a moment. Do you see that alcove in the back just under the balcony of the V.I.P. room?”
Merrick nodded.
“After I get up slowly make your way over there.” Corbett said.
Corbett casually wandered over to ARr'Rhiana and sat in a chair at the table next to her. “Enjoying yourself darlin?” Corbett drawled.
“Immensely Stile; what a wonderful place this is.” She said as a male dancer gyrated in front of her.
“I’m glad you like it.” He said. “Sean and I have to take care of some things and you may not see us for awhile.”
“Oh don’t worry I can wait here very patiently.” She said with that overly large Denobulan smile.
“I can see you’ll at least be entertained.” Corbett said chuckling. “Here are some credits to play with.”
ARr'Rhiana smiled at the number of credits he gave her. It seemed this was going to be a fun evening after all, she thought.
Patting her shoulder Corbett stood and slowly headed to the back alcove where Sean was already making his way. He ignored the different girls who called out after him asking if he wanted a dance and kept walking toward the alcove.
Corbett could feel the barrel of a pistol press against the flesh of his left kidney. “Give me a reason why I shouldn’t leave you on the floor bleeding to death.” A raspy female voice whispered in his ear.
“Because the red color of my blood would undoubtedly clash with your beautiful green skin Alia.” Corbett answered
“I can always wash it off.” She retorted.
“As a doctor I’m pretty sure the green won’t wash off.” He answered.
Laughing she pulled the pistol from his kidney and allowed him to turn toward her.
Corbett hadn’t forgotten how beautiful the Orion was, nor how deadly. Even now the power of her pheromones was casting a spell on him. Abruptly he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply feeling the curves of her body conform to him.
“You left me without a word.” She said as they broke the embrace.
“I was given little choice darlin, but that’s a story for another time.” He said then added. “I’m here to see Fat Mickey.”
“I should have known.” She said with a mirthless laugh. “The great Stile Corbett would never come back after a conquest.”
“First of all Alia, I don’t think any man in history has ever conquered an Orion female and secondly I would have thought that after so much time had passed you would have found yourself a rich man to subjugate.”
Alia’s eyes narrowed and without warning she lifted her hand to slap Corbett across the face. Instinctually he grabbed her hand and pulled her in for another kiss.”
“Alia I need to see the Fat Man now; however, I promise I will come back and finish this with you.”
Breaking from his embrace she looked into his eyes and nodded. “He’s in his usual spot.” She said then turned and made her way from him and toward the center stage.
Corbett watched her walk away and physically shook himself to clear his head from her spell.  He walked the last few feet to the alcove and Sean.
“You know I really am starting to hate you.” Merrick said. “Once just once, I’d like to go someplace with you and not have beautiful women who supposedly resent you fall back under whatever Texas voodoo you practice.”
“Trust me Sean it doesn’t happen all that often. Most of the time things end rather badly with either blunt objects or projectiles being aimed in my general direction.”
“That I can believe; now before we head into the lion’s den do mind telling me who these people are and how you know them.”
“Are you sure this is something you really want to know?” Corbett asked.
“Damn it Stile if my ass is on the line then yes.”
Corbett let out a long sigh. “These people are very dangerous Sean. I know them from my time on Orion. Fat Mickey was a patient of mine in the ER several times and took a liking to me. However he ran afoul of his brother who controlled shall we say certain activities on and about the planet. So to make a long story short instead of killing him outright he was exiled here to operate this club, but to our service he still has ties to the main organization. If you want to get anywhere covertly and pick up a package no questions asked then this is the place you must come to”
“Great just frakin great. I had a clean record then I get hooked up with you and now I got gangsters and strippers in my life.”
“Quit complaining at least it’s never dull.” Corbett said as he pushed the door that was housed behind the curtains of the alcove and opened it. Together the 2 descended down the stairs it hid.
TBC…
<<NRPG>>
DeSimms is not the only one who knows and is loved by shady characters. A life as a professional scoundrel brings about the most interesting of relationships, which is why Corbett was so paranoid about being followed.
Respectfully Submitted


   
   
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