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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: You Know What This Means Right?==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
SD: 2260.263
MD: 5.0900
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD
"Standard orbit," Steele ordered as the HOOD swung in toward Velorum IV and
cut out of warp.
Steele felt unimpressed at the bright, brownish yellow and gray sphere on
the view screen. It certainly wasn't a pretty world. Just the kind of
place archeologists would love to putter around naturally.
Hemux was already eagerly processing sensor data. Steele let her work for a
minute before she uttered an ominous "Uh oh." At once, Steele was at the
science officer's station.
"Report."
Hemux was visibly concerned. "I'm not picking up any signs of the
archeology team from the colony site." She turned the gain on her dashboard
and punched in a few filters. "Nothing. Nothing is alive down there,
captain."
"Communications?"
Powers spoke up. "No comms traffic, sir. I'm picking up a smattering of
automated beacons and telemtry from survey satellites."
"What about the pyramid?" Steele pressed.
"It's there. I'm picking up the dig site. No visuals due to the soupy
atmosphere overhead. I think we'll have to beam down in any case because
nothing at all is reading from that pyramid except hard stone."
"Could the radiation from the suns be interferring with sensors?"
"Don't believe so sir. Unless they have gone into the pyramid or some other
underground shelter ...." she trailed off, not wishing to state the
uncomfortably obvious conclusion.
"Freakin ghost planet," Merrick quipped. Steele shot his first officer a
smirk.
"Take along the usual suspects Sean. Get us some answers."
NRPG: Just a quick post to get us going again.
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
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