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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Feels Like a Bad B-Movie"== | |||
===by Scott Lusby=== | |||
SD: 2260.291 | |||
MD: 5.1550 | |||
Setting: Pyramid Object, Velorum IV | |||
<<snip- from Brian's post, entitled "You Really Should Listen to the | |||
Voices">> | |||
"Is there a problem with your friend?" | |||
The middle figure's head tilted ever so slightly and his face seemed to | |||
dissolve from a somewhat saddened blank into a contortion of rage and pain. | |||
"YOU DAMNED FOOLS!" an unworldly voice suddenly boomed from within him. | |||
<<end snip>> | |||
Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth- not that any of him was really visible | |||
inside of his thermal suit- was starting to wonder why they didn't just | |||
shoot the crazy zombie-things before it got any worse. | |||
However, Gar sensed that it might be a bit late for that. | |||
Suddenly, an unearthly howl filled the room- not the howl of a creature, but | |||
rather of wind...which might have been somewhat believable had they actually | |||
been outside at this moment. | |||
A lot of things were defying believability, in Gar's opinion, at the moment. | |||
Merrick, DeSimms, Corbett and Gar all began to look around them, above them, | |||
behind them, searching for any sign of what must be, given the level of | |||
cacophonic noise filling the pyramid, the fire demon from the inner circles | |||
of hell that was surely approaching to smite them with his flaming trident. | |||
Instead, the man/zombie/undead thing that told them to leave and then called | |||
them fools when they didn't swayed for a moment and then fell, eyes rolled | |||
back into his head. | |||
Merrick glanced over at Corbett, but the doctor wasn't having any of it. | |||
"What do you want me to tell yeh- that thing was already dead according to | |||
the tricorder," he said, pointing a finger at the blanched corpse not | |||
laying, face up, on the ground. "It couldn't well die again." | |||
"Are you sure the tricorder was working right?" Gar asked, now more than a | |||
little cranky. "We've already seen them corrupt for no apparent reason--" | |||
"Oh for the love of Pete..." Corbett grumbled, taking two steps over to the | |||
body. "Look at him- he's stone--" | |||
At that very moment, something completely unexpected happened- "unexpected" | |||
because, to this date, they hadn't actually seen any evidence of this | |||
happening to any of the previous victims. | |||
The body exploded in a gory hail of flesh, sinew, entrails and blood- all of | |||
which, of course, covered the Starfleet officers' formerly-spotless and | |||
brand-spanking-new thermal suits. | |||
DeSimms glanced over at Merrick and shrugged. "Well, if he wasn't dead | |||
before--" | |||
"I understand!" Merrick said, cutting the Security Chief off. | |||
Stile, wiping viscera and bone from his suit, stood up, and took two steps | |||
back until he was back with his crew mates. The four said nothing further, | |||
instead regarding the two remaining less-than-fully-alive beings in front of | |||
them with something akin to a combination of sympathy and horror. | |||
Then, the being that was in the middle looked back up at the rest of them, | |||
and said, in a most exhausted tone of voice, "Please don't do that again." | |||
Merrick looked over at Gar. | |||
"What if we don't know what we did?" the Andorran asked, antennae twitching. | |||
<<TIMELINE>> | |||
MD 5.1550: The landing party gets a surprise they don't see coming. | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
All- Sorry- I couldn't help myself. I couldn't really think of anything to | |||
contribute to the actual storyline...but given the way things were headed, I | |||
couldn't resist. | |||
Enjoy cleaning yourselves off... | |||
Gorily Submitted, | |||
- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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