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CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Always Wear a Bio-suit==
===by Steve Apple and Brian V. Mansur===
SD: 2260.245
Scene: Archeological Dig, Colony Velorum 4
The obsidian pyramid reached an impressive 150 meters into the sky. Its long black flanks forged from the blood of the planet made for a truly awesome sight to the Federation Archeological Team. Everyone on the dig sensed that it was an invaluable gateway to understanding the Ancients who had once inhabited Volorum 4.
The fidgety chief archeologist for the colony, Barton Fisk, was pacing furiously. He desperately wanted to get inside that structure as soon as possible. It helped little that he intellectually understood the necessity for the dig crew to certify the site as safe. After several nerve racking minutes, the lead excavator finally walked out of horizontal hole they had dug.
“Dr. Fisk," the crew chief said with a broad smile, "We’ve reinforced the outer structure of the tunnel, but thought it only appropriate that you break the seal.”
Beside Barton, a sweet feminine voice exclaimed, “Oh Bart, it’s just like being Howard Carter at the Tomb of King Tut.”
“Much better than that Alicia," Bart replied as he made his way into the mine-like entrance. "Carter only unearthed a human pharaoh. Today I'm opening up a whole new alien culture.”
He took the laser hammer from the crew chief. With assistance from the chief, Fisk chiseled through the final centimeters of rock. As he broke through, air gushed out causing all near to the breach to catch their breaths and back into the rough stone that made up the sides of the pyramid's outer seal.
When the wind had died down, the unsettled excavation chief looked over at Fisk. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”
“Never mind that." Fisk coughed. "What I didn’t expect was that the air smelled fresh. It should be foul after being locked away for so many millennia.”
“I don’t know about that doc.” The chief said. “It smelled to me like the air on the colony ship: stale and recycled.”
Fisk ignored the comment and tossed a glow stick into the chamber, lighting it. What he could see through the whole was amazing.
“What’s it look like inside Bart?” Alicia whispered excitedly while trying to push her way past the excavation crew.
Fisk gasped, “It’s amazing! Opulence like nothing I’ve ever seen before! The tombs of the pharaohs ... there ... there is no comparison!” In awe, he stepped back so that excavators could open the rest of the passageway.
Fisk of course made sure that he was the first to enter the tomb. As he stepped across the threshold, the chamber illuminated on its own.
Scene: CMO’s Office, USS HOOD
Corbett sat in his office with Sean Merrick. Between them were two bottles of tequila, one empty and the other slightly less than half full. Both men were leaning back in their chairs, feet propped on the desk, puffing leisurely away on two authentic Cuban cigars.
“I tell you what Sean. That Lt. Yarith, when not in panic mode mind you, is quite the passionate woman.” Corbett said blowing out a smoke ring.
Merrick looked askance at his drinking buddy. “It seemed to me that she hated you.”
“There is a fine line between love and hate sar, but in all truth I think she dug my hat.”
“Stile please tell me you didn’t wear that while you…”
“Sar a gentleman does not speak of such things.” Corbett answered sternly.
“So where does that leave you.” a sarcastic voice said as the door to Corbett’s office swished open.
“Ah, Captain Jack. It is always a pleasure to entertain our CO.” Corbett said not missing a beat.
“Jack” Sean said with a nod.
“I see you two are comfortable.” Steele said smiling with a slight nod toward the bottles.
“Where are my manners,” Corbett said handing the bottle to Steele. “I am sure the burden of command has left you parched.”
Steele took a healthy swig of tequila, coughed once, and then said. “I’m glad you’re both here. We just received an automated distress call from the colony on Velorum 4. They have a medical emergency.”
“Did they say what the nature of that emergency is?” Corbett asked sobering a bit.
“It seems several members of the colony including their doctor have died of a previously unknown disease.” Steele answered then took another pull from the bottle. “The problem is that their message was bizarre.”
“Do you think it’s a hoax, maybe a distraction tactic from the Klingons?” Merrick asked.
“I don’t think so Sean. The message was very strange to say the least. The Comm. Tech sounded like he could barely talk, but he did manage to get out that the doctor was trying to reach someone named Hutchinson just before he died. Make any sense to you doc?” Steele asked.
“Unfortunately no, can you have that message sent down here?” Corbett asked as he pushed his hat to the back of his head.
Steele went to activate the comm. unit on Corbett’s desk, but thought better about it and hit the audio only button instead. He didn’t want any junior officers to see these two half drunk and smoking cigars. “Steele to Bridge.”
[Ensign Baxter here sir.] The Communications Officer on duty said.
“Relay that distress call down to Dr. Corbett’s office. Steele out.”
Steele waited a moment until the yellow button on the desk unit began to flash then pushed the button to start the playback.
“This is Velorum,” A man’s voice said, then paused as if in thought. “Velorum 4,” after another pause he continued. “Our doctor says we have a medical emergency. Wait that’s not right our doctor died yesterday didn’t he.” This time the pause was a little longer than before “I think we need help. People here have caught a bug and have died. Our doctor is searching for, what was his name ... Hutchinson, yes that was it. Gil, no I think it was Gilford Hutchinson.”
Corbett pressed the stop button then turned to Steele. “It only came across an audio message?” He asked.
“Seems strange since they’re only 3 days away at warp 5, but then again these colonies are not always outfitted with the best working systems.” Steele answered.
“Didn’t his voice seem a bit odd?” Merrick asked. “It was almost as if he had to think about where he was.”
“I agree, if I didn’t know there was an age limit for colonists I’d say he was suffering from an advanced form of dementia.” Corbett said.
“Any idea who this Gil Hutchinson is? Is he another doctor?” Steele asked.
“I don’t know,” Corbett replied. “But that name sounds familiar. I just can’t place from where.”
“Well you got 3 days to think about it.” Steele said then took another swig and headed toward the door. “Don’t get too drunk and for God sakes don’t let the junior officers or enlisted see you.”
“Aye sir,” they slurred in unison as the door swished closed.
NRPG: I know this is a repost, but Brian and I had some e-mail issues and this was the one that should have gotten posted. We apologize for any confusion, or inconvenience this caused. Brian did a great job making it come alive and his input is always awesome.
Respectfully Submitted,
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
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Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703


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