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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: And Then It All Went To Hell
by Mansur, Brian
Scene: Planet Monil IV, Capital City. SD 2260.102 Lieutenant Commander Sean Merrick shifted uneasily in the limousine's shotgun seat. He tried hard to ignore the loudmouth behind him and enjoy the view of Monil IV's captial city. He sighed and turned to watch the capital's intricate marble edifices blur by. Merrick, about two dozen Starfleet crew, and several planetary officials were convoying from their hotel up to the Grand Council Hall. Their job was straightforward: negotiate for the Federation a treaty to mine the planet's dilithium reserves. Simple enough, Merrick thought. He rolled his eyes and wondered when the councilman behind him would ever shut up about it. The chunky politician had the XO, Commander Jack Steele, well and truly trapped in the rear cabin. "I'm telling you that the Enric provincials won't like it!" Councilman Litro argued. "They won't stand for it! Have you ever met one of them? In their minds, it is the Prasaans' fault that the sun rises and that the sun sets." Merrick harumphed. Hatfields and McCoys evidently had extended family on Monil. As the chief engineer, Merrick had briefed the planetary council on which dilithium deposits they wanted to tap first. It had gone over like a fart in church. The majority of the mines lay in, of all places, the Prasaan province's western border. It was land that the not so wealthy, but very irritable Enric had historically disputed ownership of. Litro carried on. "The Federation contracts will give the Prasaan overwhelming economic and political power. Protests against these treaty talks have already begun. Why, this morning, 5 people were hopitalized after a full out riot!" "We're not about to tell you how to run your politics, councilman," Steele calmly countered. "But the Federation considers that dilithium to be of the utmost strategic importance. Disruption to its production won't be accepted. What will your government do to mitigate relations between the Prasaan and Enric?" "Perhaps you haven't been listening Commander Steele!" Litro scowled. "The Enric don't do compromise. They won't ..." Merrick yawned. It had been like this with the honorable Litro yesterday and the day before. He was checking his communicator's chrono again...when it happened. All of the sudden it seemed like there were explosions everywhere. The lead car erupted in a mushrooming fireball. Glass snapped across Merrick's face even as he was thrown hard against his harness. In an instant, the whole convoy crashed to a halt. Shaking his head, he looked up in shock. He felt as if he had ear muffs on and his vision was blurry. He glanced around. The Captain's limo, along with half the HOOD's senior staff, was a blazing hulk. His own car's driver had slumped, unconscious or dead. Merrick looked forward again. There was a line of smoke leading right up to the first limo's burning wreckage. The image stirred something in Merrick...an urgent little voice began to rise. "OH SH...!" "Out! Out! Get out!" he yelled. "Rockets inbound!" Then he noticed for the first time a frightful pinging sound. Whizzing and ricocheting bullets filled the car. Panicked now, Merrick unhitched his belt and dove for the slightly less exposed rear cabin. Wave after wave of shots thudded around him. He heard a short, very small cry. He peered up and beheld with gut wrenching horror the darling little asian officer from communications. She had taken two rounds to the chest. Her terror stricken eyes held his for a moment, then lost their light forever. Coming back to himself, Merrick realized that the intensity of the shots had lessened. He saw commander Steele next to him laying on top of the councilman and shouting vainly into a communicator. "Jammed!" he spat. The fire seemed to have come from their right, so Steele gestured left. "Go! Go! Go!" Steele shouted as Merrick kicked the door out and they crawled into the street. But as Steele dragged out the sobbing councilman, Merrick realized that there was no real cover nearby. Their caravan had been hit in an open field. The only nearby structure, a tiny convenience store he guessed, had been taken out by a rocket that must have just missed their limo. As shots started to patter close again, Litro began crying hysterically. "They're going to kill us! They're going to kill us!" Steele gave the incontinent man a swift slap to the cheek. "Control yourself councilman!" Steele ordered, even as a bullet tore a respectable hole inches above his own head. Merrick took heart at this spectacle and started thinking again. A glimmer of hope made him creep forward. Their driver had been a security guard. His pistol might not have much range, but it was better than nothing. With some difficulty, he got the driver-side door open and pried the gun out of its holster. No sooner did he have it in hand than Steele thumped him on the shoulder. "The car behind us is still in one piece. It will have one too," the commander said urgently. "Cover me in three ... two ..." Merrick quickly fumbled off the safety and chambered a round. He heard Steele count "one" and popped his head over the hood of the limo. Luck was on his side. A band of six or seven was hoofing it across the open field towards them. He opened fire. The shots caught the attackers completely by surprise. He nailed one Monillian dissident in the leg and two others hit the dirt. Immediately a volley of projectiles whizzed centimeters from his bare skull. Ducking back, he glanced left in time to see three figures outflanking his absurdly exposed position. He squeezed off six rapid shots that miraculously downed two. The third braced against a street pole, and then made the spectacularly bad mistake of trying to look around it for a target. Merrick all but cheered as his slug splattered the man's brains across the pavement. He heard shouts and more fire behind him. Steele had made it to the other car's weapon and was now pumping a danger close assailant full of bullets. Sirens in the distance became audible. More shouts followed and a whistle call went up. By the time Merrick had pulled another clip from his dead driver's belt, the attackers were retreating. He watched them run full tilt towards a couple of air vans off in the distance. Bastards!" he screamed. "Get back here you bastards!" He let off a few more rounds. He wanted to run after them and make them pay for this unmitigated atrocity. But his training overrode that instinct. Some of the attackers he and Steele had downed might still have fight in them. Grimly, he moved toward the nearest and kicked him in the head for good measure. NRPG: Welcome Aboard the HOOD! This part of a prelaunch series Andy and I have been creating to get things fired up. He'll have a few follow-ons to post shortly after mine. Feel free to add on to them! Just reiterating what Andy's already said in his e-mails, we want to make posting aboard the HOOD as fun as possible. If you don't have time for a few pages, a 5-10 paragraph postlet would be just fine. If you're looking for ideas to get the creative juices flowing, just drop us a message. I always return e-mails within 48 hours and usually within 24. I'm always eager to JP, edit drafts, or just talk if you need. Respectfully Submitted, Brian V. Mansur LCDR Sean Merrick FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Captain Down
by Catterick, Andy
Scene: Planet Monil IV, Capital City. SD 2260.102 Damn! Damn! Damn! Steele cursed as he ran a zig zag course towards the relative cover of a partial wall which moments before had been some sort of store. Had been until the rocket that had been meant for his car had missed and taken it out. He had told the captain that, given the tensions and the recent skirmishes between the factions that this had been a BAD idea. Captain Sinclair had known it too, but it was a calculated risk. The government of Montil were aware of the Federation’s technical superiority but wanted to be treated as equals..equals that had something the Federation needed. Badly. So the decision was made to accept their security assurances. And Steele had grudgingly accepted the logic. He should have pushed harder. He flipped open his communicator as his hand groped for the phaser that wasn’t there. Another concession to Montil’s sensibilities. “Steele to HOOD.” [HOOD here. Its good to hear you commander! Sensors are picking up explosions and weapons fire near your location. We can’t raise the captain.] There was mild panic in the comm officer’s voice as if he knew the answer to the unasked question. “The captain is dead along with the majority of the caravan.” Steele replied flatly. “We have multiple hostilies inbound and I don’t think there are enough of the security forces left to hold them off. Set ship’s phasers to stun and target a 2 block radius. Fire when ready.” The order given he spun around to find Merrick. He saw by one of the transports frantically administering CPR to someone in a blue tunic. The doctor? He couldn’t tell with all the smoke. “Merrick! Sean!” The engineer looked up in anguish in time to see Steele point towards the heavens. “Incoming!” They both dove to the ground as the wail of the phasers surrounded them. <<<NRPG>>> As Brian said, some brief backstory that we started. My next two posts will bring us to the 'present' Respectfully, Andy CDR Jack Steele Acting CO USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Called on the Carpet
by Catterick, Andy
SD 2260.111 Scene: Briefing Room, Starbase 27 Commander Jack Steele stood at attention and fought the almost overwhelming urge to tell Admiral Palmer and her two lackeys to go and screw themselves. USS HOOD had slid into orbit 8 days ago and Steele had found himself spending the majority of that time standing in front of a variety of admiralty boards and hearings answering no end of stupid, idiotic questions. Breathe, he told himself. It would all be over soon. His captain was dead along with a number of good officers. As one of the few surviving senior officers the responsibility was his and his alone. He just wished they would finish nitpicking every unimportant detail and cashier him. As he deserved. He could feel the disgusted stares of his ancestors all about him. “Stand easy commander.” She made the rank sound like a curse. Palmer frowned as she accepted a folder from Commodore LaPaz and scanned its contents. She conferred with LaPaz and then turned her attention aback to Steele. “So Mr. Steele let me see if I have everything here. HOOD was ordered to Montil IV to secure dilithium mining rights and possibly extend Protectorate status to the Montil government. Instead you involve yourselves in what could have turned into a civil war, you threw caution to the wind and actually sided with one of the factions and in the process not only killed almost two dozen of your crew but your captain.” Steele bit his tongue. They hadn’t involved themselves they had defended themselves. A lot of good people died. But in doing so they had saved hundreds of innocent bystanders. But that didn’t matter. Starfleet wasn’t interested in intentions only in results. They should have found a way “And just to make it a grand slam.” Palmer droned on. “I have received no less then four communiqués from Montil this morning. Three are from some minor functionaries protesting your heavy handedness, your brutality and complete lack of understanding of the political situation. A situation in which you thrust yourself and by extension the Federation into. I believe you know one of the gentlemen, Councilman Litro?” She looked up until he acknowledge the question with a curt nod. “Yes, well, it seems that the councilman formally requests your arrest and extradition to Montil to stand trial for assaulting him.” Steele could feel his cheeks redden partially from embarrassment but mostly from anger. He had lost control with that whimpering excuse for a sentient being. But assault? It was hardly that. “Finally, this last message is from Prime Minister Travil himself. Having reestablished control of the planetary government and with the support of his Parliament he has agreed to a long term contract with the Federation guaranteeing mineral rights. Apparently he feels you were instrumental in swaying him towards a relationship with the Federation and he would like you to sign the treaty on our behalf. In short,” She stared coldly, “he saved your ass.” A long silent pause settled on the room as Steele tried to wrap his mind around the new reality. He had walked into the room knowing his career was over. There had been no other possible outcome. “Based on the findings of this board I hereby declare that all charges against Commander Jack Steele are dropped. Further, he is to return to duty immediately. This Board is adjourned.” She picked up the small gavel and tapped the bell six times. Silently Commodore LaPaz and Captain Reynolds rose and left the room. “I know you don’t believe it Commander but you did a good job. A damn good job. But regardless of any successes there is the matter of Captain Sinclair. Not to sound overly crass but a dead captain demands serious consequences. Had Captain Sinclair told you about DAUNTLESS?” “DAUNTLESS? No sir.” “I thought not. He wanted to save it for a surprise. The orders weren’t official yet and you know the stickler he could be. He wanted to be the one to tell you that you had been given command of her.” *Had been* The words rang out clearly. As in, until you screwed things up and got your CO killed. “I’m sorry to disappoint both of you. But given what I have seen in your record and in large part due to your action and the decisions you made when you found yourself in command I think I have found a more appropriate position for you.” I’m going to resign Steele thought determinedly. I failed to protect my captain and now they’re going to exile me to some interplanetary shuttle run. “The paperwork will probably take a day or two to take affect but you can begin your duties immediately on my authority. Lord knows you’ll have enough to do. Effective immediately I am promoting you to the rank of captain and assigning you HOOD.” She said matter-of-factly. “I’m afraid I don’t understand Admiral.” He wasn’t sure how long he had stood silently before he managed to get that out. Palmer sighed. “The orders are pretty straight forward captain. If you can’t follow simple direction perhaps I’ve made the wrong decision.” And then she smiled. Steele wouldn’t have thought it had been possible. “Captain Sinclair screwed up. Its very clear from the events and though you don’t come out and say it in your report you know it as well. Caution is an important commodity for a good commander to have. But so is the ability to take action and you clearly demonstrated you had that ability when you found yourself in the position you did. Captain, the CONSTITUTION ships are a rare breed and we need commanders who are just as rare. You will quite often find yourself cut off from authority and making decisions that will affect the quadrant. You will be the law, the peace maker, the explorer and when it hits the fan the fist. I am confident that you are the best person for the job.” “Thank you admiral, I won’t let you down.” “Don’t let yourself or your crew down and I’m sure you’ll come out on top. Now at the risk of ruining my reputation as cold automaton I am further authorizing HOOD to remain in orbit for an additional 14 days. Use that time to get her supplied and make any repairs necessary. Report back here at 08:00 on day 15 with your first officer and I will give you your orders.” “My first officer sir?” “You’ve got two weeks captain more then enough time to find yourself a good one. Dismissed.” Respectfully, Andy CDR Jack Steele Acting CO USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORGINS] USS HOOD: A New Job
by Catterick, Andy
SD 2260.120 Scene: E Deck, USS HOOD Steele walked through the corridors of HOOD with his mind racing. He hadn’t really come to terms with the assignment Palmer had just dropped on him. But all the things he knew he had to do were beginning to nag and that was helping accept the new reality. At least the most pressing one was something that could be solved easily enough. Or at least he thought it would. Entering his cabin he spun the viewer around and hit the white com button. [Bridge, Crewman Johnson.] The rating covering the comm station answered. “Mr. Johnson could you page Commander Merrick and have him report to my quarters?” [Yes sir.] A drink. He had better have a drink he thought as he set out two glasses and filled them both. It didn’t take long for his door chime to announce Sean’s arrival. Jack smiled at that. No doubt the ship’s jungle drums had begun the second he had stepped aboard. By now everyone would know he had returned and with him news of their collective fate. The door slid open and Sean looking more apprehensive then he had expected walked in. He took a look at Jack a quick look down at the two glasses and looked back up to Steele. “How’d it go?” “Well its over.” Steele replied quietly. He gestured to the seat. “You’d better sit.” He advised as he dropped into his own. “The good news is that I have been acquitted. All charges dropped." “That is good news. I told you there was nothing to worry about.” He raised his glass in toast. “To the wisdom of Starfleet.” “And to the impeccable timing of Prime Minister Travil.” Steele added before downing his glass. He refilled both and then put the bottle away. “So whats the rest of it? Or don’t I want to know?” Jack grinned. “Oh hell I was going to string you along for a bit but its such a relief that I’m not packing my bags its just not in me. The short version is that Admiral Palmer bumped me to O-6 and has given me HOOD.” “That’s outstanding!” Sean beamed as he raised his glass again. “This certainly calls for a toast. “Hold on.” Jack interjected. “You might not be so happy in a minute. We’re sailing again in two weeks and this ship and crew need to be 100%. I don’t even know where to start but we’ve got to begin to put things back together. The last mission was declared a success but you and I both know it doesn’t feel that way. Not to us and not to the crew. The loss of the captain and the others so soon after this ship was comissioned was a kick in the guts to not only morale but to our confidence. I need to rebuild that and do it as a new captain and with new officers. I can’t do it alone Sean I’m going to need your help.” “You’ve got it, you know that.” “I do know that. That’s why I told Admiral Palmer you were my only choice for First Officer. Will you help me?” <<<NRPG>>> Brian: Still time to run away screaming. All: NRPG to follow Respectfully, Andy Catterick CAPT Jack Steele CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Making the Pact
by Mansur, Brian
Scene: Officers' Quarters, E Deck, USS HOOD SD 2260.120 Merrick listened carefully to Steele. Something was coming. "The loss of the captain and the others so soon after this ship was comissioned was a kick in the guts to not only morale but to our confidence." Steele look grave. "I need to rebuild that and do it as a new captain and with new officers. I can't do it alone Sean. I'm going to need your help. "You've got it, you know that." "I do know that. That's why I told Admiral Palmer you were my only choice for First Officer. Will you help me?" And there it was. Just like that. "I've got your back Captain," Merrick earnestly nodded. "Where you want to start?" Steele smiled with a wink. "With this toast." They stood. "To the Mighty HOOD! May her heroes never bleed in vain." * * * Later outside the Captain's quarters, Merrick wasn't sure how to feel. Their chat had been encouraging and they had a lot of exciting work ahead of them. But then how many times had he busted his ass for a dream and achieved it only to bitterly regret it later? The last time he'd let himself be euphoric about anything was when he'd proposed to Jeri. And look where that had taken him. Respectfully Submitted, Brian V. Mansur LCDR Sean Merrick FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Up the new ladder...
by Martens, David
USS HOOD: Up the new ladder... SD2260.120 Scene: Engineering, USS HOOD ARr'Rhiana had just been off the shuttlecraft from the hangarbay of the HOOD and now was looking around to get to the Captains ReadyRoom. She took her time, the ship was no way ready to leave Drydock already and, as was common in her race, she didn't felt any urge to hurry to the Captain or anywhere else. Engineering was the nearest to the hangarbay, so she passed by to see how it looked. It was huge, much bigger then the WARRANT's or TRIFFID's engineering sections. Hemux looked around and wondered if all of this Constitution Class ship's spaces would look as magnificent as this room. She would love to spend some time her, but time would be on her hand as spacetravel was still a long, long journey. She continued her way through the ship, engineers where replacing damaged conduits, placing new consoles or working away minor damage through the whole ship. She reached the Science Department, her new home for the next, well who knows how many years or decades. ARr'Rhiana did not care much for time, she would life longer then these humans aboard this ship and probably still serve on a starship while most of the younger crew where already dead. Time was not of importance for her. She looked around the corner and... "...Look out, idiot,..." Yelled a human engineer as he almost slammed a structural supportbeam in her face. ARr'Rhiana blew up her face till two times the proportions it normally had in reaction and from surprise which, in turn, made the engineer drop his supportbeam denting a lab-table. "Good heavens, don't do that ever again, lady. You can't pop up while we are working around and for all sakes, certainly not blow up your face like that." The man looked angry to her and tried to pull the beam straight up again. Hemux was slightly amused and gave him a broad smile, that the man clearly did not found very comforting, he probably was not used to Denobulans. "I just wanted to see my new office, mister..." The man turned a bit pale "Oh, you're one of the officers? I... I am sorry Ma'am, I had no idea, I hope you don't report this minor incident to the Captain?" ARr'Rhiana shook her head, "Offcourse not, I take it your intentions where just for caution and not intentionally meant to insult or harm me. So, Can you show me my office now?" The man was pleased to help her out and gave her a short tour through the science lab. She asked him all out and gave him some advise and suggestions for how she liked her lab to be equipped and organized. Then, finally she went on to the bridge. Scene: E-Deck, Captains Readyroom, USS HOOD ARr'Rhiana Hemux shimmed the door with her transfer orders on the PADD in her hand and waited for the Captain to let her in... <tag anyone> <<<NRPG>>> All: NRPG to follow Respectfully, David Martens Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Nightmares from the past, promises to the Future ...
by Martens, David
USS HOOD: Nightmares from the past, promises to the Future ... SD2260.85 Scene: Appartment Lunar Colony ARr'Rhiana was staring out the window , she did not noticed the crowd, she inhaled deep and slowly the halicinations and daydreams began... Flashback... date : 2177... "... So tell me, ARr'Rhiana, why do you believe we should come to closer contact with the Antarans?" The young girl stood up next to her desk and looked to her teacher "It's just the proper way to do, if we want to continue as member of the Star Fleet Federation then we should be have as merifull and friendly people. It is impoirtant not to hold any hatred. The Federation main standards are to keep peace and freindly contacts with any reasonable race. If we show we can be reasonable towards the Antarans, then the Federation will appreciate that and help us." She sat back down and looked with big innocent eyes to her teacher who clenched her lips together in disagreement, yet also the teacher knew there was wisdom and reason, and what was maybe more important, political correctness in the words of the child. "...very... interesting statement, Hemux. Indeed the Federationi does not want another war and likes friendly co-operation between their members." The teacher paused for a moment "... Just don't forget that we are Denobulans, we have our own culture, our own habits, remember the Federations might have other standards then we have. Never forget who we are! Now let again review how the Earth race defines marriage, as a bond between two individuals. Jern"dagh stop laughing, I know it sounds ridiculous, but we are here to learn about other cultures..." ... Present... Hemux shivers and blinked her eyes, why that memory came back to her so vivid was unclear, she did not care much and took a new deep breath... ... flashback... Date: 2190... "... I tell you, GrRonn'darg, it really is so... Federationists will talk to us tomorrow. I heard it from the headmaster himself." "Hemux, stop dreaming, why would Federation wants to talk to us?" "They are negotiating new treaties between Denobulan and the Federation, they need people to work for them. Our Academy is the perfect place to find people." "Hemux, your hallucinating again? You really think they would wnat you to work for them? Get three husbands and twelve children and then we talk again." "You're a brute, GrRon'darg , Remember Phlox? He was Medical Chief on board of the Enterprise. He came here a year ago to talk to us. He was Ambassador for the Federation, he says they accept females on starships." "Oohhh and Arr'Rhiana wants to be on a starship also ? Ok, ok , we will see in a decade or two." ... Present... Hemux rememberer, that was the first time she really was convinced she would enter Star Fleet one day. That day, when her students made fun out of her, pressed her onto the position of the Denobulan Female. She knew that day she once would be more... The dreams came on her again... ... flashback... Date : 2205... "...And this is Arh. Arria..." The aide looked helpless to ARr'Rhiana "Arr'Rhiana Hemux, you can call me Rhiana, or Hemux, Sir." She said in perfect Standard Terran to the new Ambassador for Star Fleet on Denobula as she bend her head to her superior. "Rhiana, your Terran is flawless, my compliments." The tall sapiens looked to her with respect. "Thank you, Sir, I also speak Klingon, Vulcan, Romulan, Orion and Antaran. And several other language I have basic understanding and knowledge of speech, but not enough to uphold long, detailed conversations." The Ambbasador nodded to his aide "Take note of that, it might comein handy if we go to formal diners or so. With her many languages she can easy translate conversations. Are youalso familiar with say, science and tecnical vocabulary?" Arr'Rhiana nodded "Yes, Sir, I done basic studies in science and engineering and I am plannig to gain a degree in one or both fields some day." "Some day? Your file states you're... 40 standard Terran years old ?" Hemux gave him a slight smile "In Denobulan terms I am only a teenager, Sir we have a lifespan that is four five times longer then homo sapiens." The Ambassador had a discomforted look on his face "We prefer the term humans, not Homo sapiens, Hemux. And I keep forgetting you Denobulans life so long, is it true some of your people are more then 400 years old?" Hemux nodded" I will remember, Sir. And yes, my great grandmother was 519 years old when she died, and my grandmother is now 407 and she is still in perfect health. She even remembers the last Anatran war from her childhood." ... Present... She smiled , her first job in Star Fleet at least, that was how she remembers it, it was not really Starfleet Offcourse. ... ... flashback... Date: 2219... "Hemux, The chief wants to see you." Markus nodded to her as he showed her to Chief Science Officer Landons office. Rhiana sighed "What is the problem, Sir?" She asked Landon as he had closed the door behind them. Landon smiled, no problem, Hemux. I just want to compliment you on your latest report and suggestions. Your idea's for terraforming under a Class F sun showed to be most useful. I would like to have you as our representative on the next Exo-Biology Science week. If you agree, you will meet the finest and best scientist in Exo-biology there are in the whole Federation.." Rhiana was stunned and nodded "I wil do so, Sir, Thank you for the honour..." ... Present... Rhiana nodded, that was her first trip of Denobula, her first meeting with scientists from all over the Galaxy. That was the day she decided she wanted to be more a scientist then an translator, more an engineer then a housewife... ... flashback... Date: 2235... "I can't, I can't leave them. My work here is to important." Alexander Norvosky planted is hands on his desk. "Rhiana, I heve come to respect jur opinions, but I say fis as jur superior, ju should go to Earf and join the Fleet.." Rhiana was so upset that she didn't even noticed Alexander his Russian accent became more heavy as his frustration raised also. He really was convinced of his idea: She should join Star Fleet Academy. Alexander sat down again and sighed "Rhiana, we can replace you here, our work is mainly maintanance, upkeeping the ships that land here. You can do better. Your ideas n Warp Dribve dynamics is very good, I do not understand half of what you say, but each time you have prooven to be right in finetuning the engines, replacing conduits or recalibrating the warp - coils. Star Fleet needs inventive minds like yours. You should go." She sighed "I will think about it." Was all she said. ... Present... She still could hear Alexander singing the day she announced she was accepted for Star Fleet academy and she would join the fleet. He became drunk on her good-bye party. She was so pleased she had listened to him, and now... she didn't know... ... flashback... Date: 2241... "Ensign Hemux reporting for Duty, Sir..." The tall human stood up from his chair and hodl out his hadn "Welcome aboard the WARRANT, Ensign, glad to have you aboard. I have heard a lot of good from you. Our Chief Science Officer will be pleased to have you in his section." ARrr'Rhiana nodded and looked around so proud, she really was on a satrship, not for training, not a simulation, but for real. The WARRANT so big, more then 200 metres long, going warp 5 easily. She was looking forward to study the new worlds and new races they would discover. A new life had begun... ... Present... She never had forgotten her first steps on the WARRANT. She still had miniatures of that ship, she still knew the names of her captain, she still remembered the first time they made first contact. ... flashback... Date: 2259... "... Return fire, all phasors..." "We are losing shields, captain, starboard engines have been damaged, she can't take much more." ARr'Rhiana coughed as smoke filled the engineering-room and sparks flew all around. Another hit and lights went dim. [Warning, hull breach at deck 7 and deck 3, ...Warning, intruder alert, ... Warning hull-integrity failing on decks 8 and 11...] Hemux grabbed a phasor as a green Orion pirate showed up in engineering and smacked one of her engineers aside. She lifted the weapon and fired it, blasting the Orion to the side. A second and third Orion showed up from out of the smoke, a fist hit her, she struggled, her face blew up in defense , making them laugh, a fist hit again, darkness..." ... Present... Tears dripped down her cheecks as the halucinations became more vivid, more real, closer to her present days. Hemux shivers but she endured the rage and apin, halucinations where good, they might help... ... flashback... Date: 2259... She hit once, twice, three times and stepped back. The ugly Alpha Centaurian in front of her blinked his eyes, spit out some blood and sank to his knees. Cheers and laughs where around her as suddenly all sound dropped still. "What is going on here?" Six Orion guards pushed themselves way through the crowd and looked down to the fallen man and to the Denobulan female. "A troublemaker we have here, right?" the commander said and snapped his fingers. They grabbed hemux her arms, bended them far back as he slammed his fists in her stomach. I don't like trouble. I don't like Denobulans, I don't like you." He said, eavch time slamming his fist carefully in her kidneys, her liver, her sides. "Bring her to the questioningroom, I think she need s a lesson." Hemux shivered "no, no please, I won't cause any trouble, he sytared it, not me, he wnated to rapeme." The Orion laughed "So, what's the big deal? You're a female, you are born to be raped." She was dragged into a dark room, she knew what was to come, first the pain, the scars, the fists and then ...stripped nude and then... ... Present... Hemux scramed out loud and dropped to her knees, breathing heavy, a nurse came in kneeling besides her. " Easy, easy, it's all over, you are safe here." ARr'Rhiana cried, deep loud cries for help, for comfort, scratching at her scars, her head filled with pain, remembering each scar, each blow, each time she was raped, each time she had to fight, even kill to survive. Memories and things she had done. Things no doctor, no counsellor knew about. Dark secrets, no Denobulan worthy, what the Orions had done to her, to the children in the camp, to her crew, she would not, she could not forget. She smiled to the nurse, "It's alright, I am fine. It was just... a hallucination..." The nurse helped her to bed. "Tomorrow you have another session with the counsellor, it will help, take a rest." Hemux closed her eyes, she had cleared her mind, she had relived and survived, from now on it would go better. Soon, very soon she would go out again, she would be on a Starship again. One day she would be Captain of her own ship, it did not matter how many decades it might take her, she would be Captain one day, it was her Oath. And when that day came, a smile came on her face, Captain Hemux, ...on that day Orion would pay... <<<NRPG>>> Just Adding some background to my character... All, meet Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux, Denobelan female, with a long lifetime already passed, with dark secrets, dark desires and maybe even a hidden agenda for her own... I think it will be fun! Respectfully, David Martens Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: First Aboard
by Catterick, Andy
Scene: Captain's Office, Edeck SD: 2260.155 MD: -14.1300 Steele looked up from the view screen as a Denobulan in a blue tunic entered his office. "Lieutenant ARr'Rhiana Hemux reporting for assignment sir." She said crisply. Jack reached up and accepted the red data disc. "Thank you lieutenant. PLease have a seat." Steele inserted the disc into the slot and watched as Hemux's data came up on the monitor. He gave the information a quick scan before looking up at the smiling science officer. He'd met a few Denobulan's in his career but never actually served with one. He smiled at the thought it would be interesting to get to new a representative of another race more closely. It was one of the reasons he had joined Starfleet. The Federation and by extension Starfleet had been established as a multispecies body. But Jack and found much to his disappointment that by and large the different races tended to stay with there own. HOOD for example carried a large percentage of humans and he knew there were ships that were largely Andorian for example. He knew that the trend for greater integration was continuing but sometimes it seemed at too slow a pace. He gave himself a mental shake and turned his attention back to his new science officer. "You arrive at a particularly fortuitous time lieutenant." Steele said as he pulled the data disc out of the slot and handed back to Hemux. "Excellent captain. How so?" "HOOD is in a transition of sorts. I have just recently been given command and we'll be replacing the majority of her officers. Actually you are the first one aboard. But with that change while there are a number of advantages but there will be a number of challenges. I'm afraid we're all going to be very busy." "I look forward to it captain!" The Denobulan assured. "Well I see from your career you will be a strong asset to the team. And I imagine you're interested in getting too it. So I won't keep you. " He rose and extended a hand. "Welcome aboard." <<<NRPG>>> Hi Gang, just quick word about the Stardate (SD) it is created by taking the RP game year: 2260 and the day of the year we are in. As June 04 is the 155th day of the year the SD would be 2260.155. I've also started a Mission Date (MD) so we can keep track of where we are in the mission. Since we haven't actually started a mission and it is 14 ship board days until we do I've set the MD as -14. Also, I sent this post about an hour ago...or so I thought I did. It seems to have disappeared from my sent folder and not arrived anywhere so I'm re-sending. Apolgies if you end up seeing two posts. Respectfully, Andy CAPT Jack Steele CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Doctor Orders
by Apple, Steve
SD2260.155 Scene: Nondescript Room in Spaceport near Starbase 12 The room was dimly lit and showed itself to be utilitarian in purpose. Corbett found himself seated at a cramped table, forced into a chair that faced the only light source in the room, which was beating down on him. He focused first on the Nausicaan and watched through lidded eyes as the creature's hand went to the hilt of his knife. He was in trouble and he knew it. Slowly he crossed his legs under the table and threw a slight smile to the Andorian who sat to his left and was trying to look menacing, his hand inside his jacket obviously wrapped around a weapon. Corbett knew he had to be careful here, one wrong move and he could end up in pieces on the floor. He looked to his right at the Tellerite, the third member of this trio and smiling at him he slowly reached into his left boot which rested on his knee and quietly pulled the hammer back on the old earth colt cobra revolver that sat in its ankle holster. "It's your move." He said to the Tellerite, his eyes glancing back to the Nausicaan whose hand he noticed grasped his knife, tightly. He felt more comfortable knowing he could take down the Nausicaan first, with a single shot. The Tellerite was deep in thought, his right hand constantly stroking his chin. "Fleeter," he said looking at Corbett, his Federation Standard heavily accented. "I will take great pleasure in destroying you." The Andorian remained silent, only the Nausicaan's grunt made the Tellerite continue. "How does it stand now?" The Tellerite asked his voice tense. "The Andorian has folded. I raised, as did the Nausicaan. So just call already and let's get on with the damn game." Corbett said snapping at him. "Fine, I'll do that, I'll call." The Tellerite said throwing his chips onto the table. A second later he laid down his cards and said "Three of a kind." "Not good enough to beat a straight." Corbett said laying down his own cards. The Nausicaan broke into a broad smile, which always looked like a sinister expression on their hard features. "I believe, I have what you call, a Full House." He said dropping his cards onto the table. Corbett saw that the Nausicaan used both hands to pull his winnings in toward his chest. Corbett relaxed a bit now that the Nausicaan's hand was no longer gripping the hilt of his knife. With an exaggerated movement of his right hand he brought the cigar to his lips and puffed appreciatively. He hoped that this would distract them while he secretly released the hammer on his revolver with the other hand. "That's a filthy habit," observed the Andorian, his antennae moving in opposite directions of each other. "This is a Cuban cigar, one of the finest smokes in the galaxy." Corbett retorted incredulous at the statement. "I thought doctors were supposed to know better than that." The Tellerite said jumping into the conversation. "As a doctor I believe you can do anything in moderation." "Earth history has never been one of moderation." The Andorian said. "Individuals sometimes find it easier rather than entire cultures." He said tilting his head back and blowing a smoke ring. "What about the weapon concealed in your boot, would you have used moderation with that as well?" The Andorian asked. "That depends." Corbett replied a little annoyed that he had been spied reaching into his boot. "Let me ask the Nausicaan a similar question." He said gesturing toward him with his cigar hand. "What were you going to do with the knife you were gripping so tightly?" "I swore that if I lost another hand to you I was going to cut out your heart and eat it." He said another smile crossing his lips. "See now, that's not moderation. I was just going to shoot you in the kneecap, that's moderation. You'd be alive and I'd even throw in a new knee, gratis." "Very kind of you." The Nausicaan said shuffling the chips in front of him. "I think it time we play a real game, one from Andoria." Added their blue companion as he picked up the cards and began to shuffle. "Sorry, but it's time I get moving. I have a shuttle to catch early in the morning." Corbett said pushing his chair back. "Ah yes the Hood, your new assignment." The Tellerite said looking very smug. Corbett stopped for a moment and turned his head so he could look the Tellerite in the eyes. "You seem to know a lot for someone who is not fleet, my porcine friend." "A space port near a Starbase is a very small place and I have big ears." He said smiling. "What else do you're big ears hear Tellerite?" Corbett asked making sure the Tellerite understood it really wasn't a question. "Many things, but if you want to know something specific, you may need to help my memory." He said his eyes darting to Corbett's pile of chips. "Oh right," Corbett said looking up at him. "Will some metal help?" he asked shuffling the metallic chips. "Oh most definitely," The Tellerite said, his voice picking up in enthusiasm. "It helps center my thoughts." "Ok, here's my deal. You tell me what you know, or I'll take off one of your big ears with a piece of lead." "Only one ear?" Asked the Nausicaan trying to be helpful. "Spirit of moderation and all." Corbett said smiling as his hand went for his boot. "Fine, fine, I'll tell you what the word is going around about you." The Tellerite said quickly, his voice a bit sulky. "It seems strange to many that one only commissioned a year ago is assigned as the Chief Medical Officer to a top fleet starship like the Hood" He said, then added quickly "There is also the question about your past." "What about my past." Corbett said focusing in on that little bit of station gossip. "They say you had some trouble with Starfleet Medical causing you to be posted out in the middle of nowhere known as Cestus III. "The Tellerite has a point," said the Andorian "There are rumors circulating about you." A large chuckle broke from Corbett at those words. As he looked over his companions their interest seemed to be peaked. "Let's just say there was an incident, a really big incident and I needed to go away for a while." He said. "You ran like a coward?" Asked the Nausicaan his face contorted in disgust. "No, I was given a chance to go into deep space." Corbett answered. "And I took it." "That still doesn't explain things." The Andorian said. "You're right it doesn't." Corbett said standing, then added "Night all." SD2260.156 0700 Scene: Interior Cabin: USS Culver NCC-0527, Long-Range Shuttle and Personnel Transport "Hey Cowboy is that your over sized trunk in the cargo space." Corbett heard the voice say. "That's Doctor Cowboy to you." He replied. "What's in that thing anyway?" The voice asked Corbett was sitting very comfortably in a high backed chair in the rear of the shuttle, his cowboy hat covering his eyes as he was trying to sleep, but somehow that annoying voice didn't get that. "Medical supplies and lots of them." He said pushing his hat upon his head so he could see who he was talking with. "Sounded like a bunch of bottles clanking, when they loaded her into the cargo compartment." The annoying voice continued; however Corbett could now see that the voice was attached to a pinched faced little man. "That surprises you -why?" Corbett asked sarcastically even though he was getting a little nervous with this line of questioning. "I've been on lots of supply runs, some of them carrying medical supplies and equipment, but I never heard them clank around like that before. Besides I thought we stopped using glass for medical supplies years ago. So what's in the trunk really?" He asked. "Who are you again?" Corbett asked trying to deflect him. "Lieutenant James Maxwell, I'm the shuttle pilot for this run." He said with a little too much zeal. "Well you seem like a curious fellow Mr. Maxwell so I'll let you decide what you want to do. That big over sized crate you are so keenly interested in has a numeric lock whose code is 1985. You with me so far? "he asked. Corbett waited for him to give me a small nod then continued. "So here is your dilemma Slick. In that crate there are either several bottles of Tequila and maybe a bottle or five of Romulan Ale. Then again it might just contain some very specialized medicines and live viral strains to create vaccines, which can only be contained and transported in sterile glass containers. So it's your choice to open it or not, but be aware if it's the latter and I'm not sayin it is mind ya, but if it is, then there are some really nasty things in them glass bottles. Now like you say, if them boys loadin that crate weren't none too careful and one of them glass bottles broke. Well let's just say I wouldn't open that trunk without a special ventilation and biohazard unit right next to me and maybe some Bicyclic alpha-Polytropine on hand as well." "Why, what's the worst that could happen?" Maxwell asked his voice a little shaky. "Well I'd say pretty soon after opening that lid your mucous membranes would start to itch, then real soon that itch would progress into an excruciating burn. After that, without immediate treatment, your mucous membranes would begin to explode in huge boils that would melt the skin." "Where are these membranes?" He asked his eyes wide as saucers. "Mainly your nose and mouth, well that and one other place." Corbett said clipping off the last part of his sentence. "What other place?" Maxwell asked his voice almost pleading. "Um, down there." Corbett said pointing to the man's groin. The human body is always amazing. After gulping rather hard the young Lieutenant turned 5 shades whiter than when the conversation started. "Again it's your choice to take the risk and have a peak inside, but I'm on the record as stating a strong medical opinion to the contrary." "No sir, I don't really need to look in the trunk I believe they are medical supplies." Maxwell said moving toward the front of the compartment. "Very good Mr. Maxwell, I'll just take a little nap until we rendezvous with the Hood." He said dropping his hat back over his face, mostly to cover the noticeable grin. "Wake me when we are in range." He added not bothering to lift his hat and then promptly fell asleep. <TBC> <<<NRPG>>> Just Adding some depth to my character, as I'm getting ready to join the crew... Respectfully Submitted, Steve Apple Stile Corbett, MD MED, USS Hood NCC-1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Hell, Delivered
by Belin, Daniel
Mission Date: -One Month [[Location: Samael IV]] The hum of transporters rang throughout an old ruin on Samael IV. Not that, by any Earth standards, the ruin was old. In fact, it was no more than a year old. A year ago, this planet had been a thriving civilization, an oasis on the barren edge of the quadrant. Now, it was wasteland, irradiated terrain stretching miles upon miles upon miles. Inside one of the derelict buildings, six beings materialized, all in Starfleet hazard suits and carrying tricorders. A female, who materialized near a burnt corpse let out a scream which rang through the building. "Amazing. To think this was a civilized, populated planet maybe six months back," said the tall, black haired man in the front. His name was Captain Lord, the commanding officer of the Federation starship Adams. Then the female vomited, and sank to the ground sobbing. One of the security men, Richards, went over to assist her. The Vulcanian executive officer hailed the Adams, "Away Team to Adams, medical assistance required on planet. Repeat, medical assistance required on planet." Silence emanated from the communicator. "Adams, do you read? We require medical assistance" Again, Silence. "Adams, Please acknowledge." At this point, the Vulcanian looked at Captain Lord. Captain Lord shrugged, muttering something about the Vulcan not checking the communicators before they beamed down. Then, he gave the Vulcan his communicator. Then the Vulcan repeated the hail, "Adams, please acknowledge. We require medical assistance." Silence, long continued silence. "Is the channel open, Commander?" Asked Captain Lord, looking at the Vulcan's communicator with interest, no status or diagnostic lights were lit. It was a perfectly good communicator, and it seemed to be working fine. Captain Lord said, although it seemed a bit unnecessary, "Now thats damn peculiar." Suddenly, a whining noise permeated the whole room and the woman asked, "Does anyone else hear that?" No one had time to answer the question as the room had burst into flames around them and one of the walls had been knocked down. Disruptor fire hit the Captain before he even could draw his phaser, and he was reduced to a shriveling pile of limbs and organs, immobilized and lying in his own blood. Two of the security officers and the Vulcanian were quicker on the draw, and they set their phasers to maximum and opened fire through the hole. Richards took the nearest communicator and set it to all channels broadcast. At the same time he shot a long burst through the hole into what appeared to be a low-level shield, he screamed into the communicator, "HELP!! SOMEONE, PLEASE REGISTER THIS COMMUNICATION. TAKING FIRE, NEED ASSISTANCE!" It seemed hopeless, two more of the walls fell, and the two security officers met a terrible fate. They had been lifted up and thrown to the wall by a massive disruptor blast. Only Richards and the Vulcan seemed unscathed, but that was apparently soon going to change. Richards seemed to have taken leave of his senses, and yelled out, "We are done for! Dammit!" Suddenly, three black shuttle crafts flew out from behind a hill. They didn't look federation, so it seemed like these were the attackers, coming out from their hiding place. They shot their phasers, but not at Richards, they were shooting at where the disruptor fire came from! They landed near Richards, and Humans in the black equivalent of Starfleet Hazard gear streamed out. There were at least a dozen people, and a whole buffet of weapons, some of which have not been seen outside of a museum in one hundred years. A man in Lieutenants stripes approached Richards and the Vulcan and said, as if from a script, "We are the Starfleet Special Forces and we are here to get you out!" "It's impossible!" moaned Richards, abandoning all bravado, "They some shield up, it stops all our weapons flat." "Its an EM field, great for stopping phaser blasts, but it doesn't do squat against projectile weapons," said the Lieutenant, who then identified himself as Lieutenant John De Simms, head of Team Three. He picked up a long cylindrical tube with a grip of sorts and a trigger jutting out about two thirds of the way to the back, with a laser pointer on the end. "What the hell is that?" asked Richards, some of his bravado now restored. "A laser guided rocket launcher, used back in the early 21st century, the rocket will go wherever you point the laser. It's a beautiful system if I can say so myself," said De Simms, who after this nice educational conversation decided to give a demo. He mounted it on his shoulder and pulled the trigger. Just for the fun of it he let the rocket do a few corkscrews before it going through the shield like it wasn't there, and impacting a mounted disruptor. After a large boom and copious amounts of smoke, there was no disruptor there, almost if some magician had made it vanish in some 10-cent magic act. All that was left was a tiny dent in the earth. De Simms yelled out, "Okay, the disruptor is down. Hit the Sierra-Golf with a PIP round from the Elephant Gun!" "The Sierra Golf?" asked Richards, confused. "The shield generator, that shield generator gets hit, the whole kit and caboodle will go down, in defensive terms," said the Lieutenant, as a Crewman behind him brought out a giant gun and bullets the size of long, fat cigars, "And in case you are wondering, PIP stands for Pyrotechnical Ignition of Plasma, it is a bullet that on contact creates Plasma, explosively." Suddenly, a huge boom came from the gun, as the 'PIP' headed towards its intended target. However, it hit something that looked like a shield generator, but was actually scrap metal. It let out a huge flare of Plasma as well as a loud roar as the bullet impacted, leaving the scrap metal in shreds. The gunner yelled, "Target misidentified, miss!" "Wow," said Richards, looking at the smoldering slag left over from the impact. "You should see what happens when we actually hit a generator, it looks much better than that," said De Simms, firing a volley of machine-gun fire into the place where a volley of phaser hits had just come from. Another boom emanated from the elephant gun, and this time it impacted the actual shield generator, and De Simms was right, that last hit had nothing on this. The shield generator groaned and let out a flame of ignited coolant as the bullet tore into it. Then the plasma ignited, and took the path of least resistance through the control circuit connection and the actual emitter array. It shot through those two holes, static electricity leaping from it as miniature flashes of lightning, the whole front plate crumpled, and then the machine imploded and shot ten meters into the air as if escaping some invisible restraint. This time the gunner yelled, "HIT! WE GOT IT!" Now De Simms wasted no time on Richards, and yelled to his men, "Charge! Lets move out," Now, no weapon was not picked up, most of the men had disruptor rifles or phaser rifles, one was firing a old-style M60 from the hip, shooting indiscriminately into the fray. Finally, five green rusty ships lifted up and screamed away. No one could tell what kind of ships they were, or distinguish any logos. Then, a Admiral Leisserson stepped off a black shuttle, and said to De Simms, "It's time. I have been delaying for you for two years, but it is really time for you retire from Special Ops. You are two years above the age limit, and a less amiable admiral wouldn't spend a second on you, he would just throw you out. However, I have found a good post for you, on board a Constitution-Class ship, the Hood. You will be the new security chief." "Great, King of the Redshirts," said De Simms, grimacing already. However, he wouldn't give up a life on the frontier for anything, so he accepted the post. "Great. So, by the power vested in me by Starfleet, I hereby reassign SFSF LT. John De Simms to the U.S.S hood as the Chief Security Officer on board. He is required to report to the before mentioned position after one month of R&R. Compute," The Admiral said to the tricorder, which sent the order to the shuttle computer, which then sent it to Starfleet CENTCOM for processing, "I also bestow the following acknowledgments upon the before mentioned Lt. De Simms. The Starfleet Medal of Honor, the Meritorious Service Award, the Special Operations Star Honor, and hereby recommend him for the Federation Gold Service Award." "Great. Awards." -- With all due respect, Daniel F. Belin Lt. John De Simms U.S.S HOOD
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "The Price of Service"
by Lusby, Scott
SD: 2260.120 Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD **It had not been all that long ago that Commander Phillipa had been in charge down here,** , Gar Th'elenth thought as he gazed across the expanse of engineering. Calling it 'an expanse' was really not doing engineering justice, for that implied it was wide open and spacious. Main Engineering on a CONSTITUTION-class starship was nothing of the sort. Main Engineering was two full decks high. Overhead, a webwork of piping, conduit and tubing- some as wide as a half a meter- wove its way from one side to the other, sometimes dropping down into some large recepticle, some having radioactivity warnings on them, some having bilogical warnings on them. Cat walks seemed to fill any space not already filled by conduit. Down on the ground floor, the cavernous bay was made up of all types of tanks- life-sustaining water reclamation units, explosive deuterium storage, deadly plasma and phaser coolant tanks- each of which were monitored, tweaked and regulated by large consoles, many with holographic displays. In the middle of all this, however, was the warp core. This core was actually made up by several magnetic "bottles"- 8 in all- in which the annihilation of antimatter and matter was controlled. These mag bottles were designed to be able to be jettisoned through the ceiling of Main Engineering should they become unstable and loose magnetic containment- a safety feature which may well have saved HOOD. **But not her Captain,** Gar thought again. **Or her Chief Engineer.** The pale-blue Andorian glanced down at his red sleeve cuffs; there was now a thin stripe above the thicker one below it. This stripe had not been there two weeks ago... ***** SD: 2260.102 (flashback) Setting: Same Klaxon alarms sounded all around him. Without thinking, Gar ran to his station- the warp core. When he got there, he toggled his status update to 'green,' acknowledging that he was at his station. Then, Th'elenth pushed the button on the comm panel next to him. "Th'elenth to Commander Phillipa- what's happening?" He got his response immediately- in the form of ship lurching from weapons fire. [[[I don't know, but we're under attack! Phillipa out!]]] Gar's antennae swept back slightly as his brow furrowed. **The Enric,** he thought as the ship lurched again- harder this time. He cheked the board in front of him; the bottles were OK for now, but there was a little variance in one of them that he didn't like... Suddenly, all hell broke loose in engineering. One of the warp plasma relays exploded above them, vaporizing several engineers instantly. Shouts of alarm and screams filled the bay. Th'elenth cursed; that meant the port pylon had probably sustained a direct hit... He glanced at the status screen in front of him, and suddenly that small "variance" he had noted a few seconds ago had become a major problem. Gar knew why: the warp plasma relay,when it went, probably caused some sort of feedback against the flow of the plasma, and the core- specifically Bottle 3- was NOT liking it. His hands flew across his console in a blue blur. However, rerouting the power to the electromagnetic containment matrix on Bottle 3- ECM-3 for short down here- was not working; the exploding relay apparently took out more than just the conduit itself... Suddenly, the bottle's graphic began flashing red; he had only a few seconds to ge tit under control, or else HOOD would explode like a supernova. He grabbed his console tightly as the ship lurched again. "Th'elenth to Phillipa- I need to eject Bottle 3; I can't get ECM-3 back on-line!" No repsonse. "Phillipa!" he shouted into the mic of the comm panel. The console now started to whine. Gar knew he was out of time. He slammed his hand down on the ejection button; instantly, the space above them opened, and Bottle 3 was spit out through the forcefield and into space. As quickly as it had opened, the bulkheads closed above them again. A millisecond latrer, bottle 3 exploded, the concussive force pushing the ship out of its orbit around Monil IV. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. No further weapons fire, nothing. Gar's status board had some flashing yellow on it, but it was now mostly green, thankfully. He found the comm patch again,a nd thumbed the button. "Commander Phillipa- come in," he said. No response. Gar's antennae wiggled slightly as he put his hands on his hips. "I want status reports, all station, in 10 minutes," the battle-hardened Andorian barked. "And someone find Commander Phillipa." Then, slowly he lenaed heavily on the warp core status console in front of him and, loudly, screamed a very old and very vulgar Andorii curse. ***** MD: 2260.120 Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD No one had found Commander Phillipa; she had been standing the cat walk just under the plasma relay that exploded when the Enric ship had punched through HOOD's unshielded hull. The end had been quick, at least, Th'elenth thought. Gar glanced back down at his new stripe, and then around him again: repairs were going well across the ship, and he knew that they'd be fully operational shortly. The major repair job was on the plasma relay; though not an easy repair, had been fairly straight forward. The damage caused by the explosion had been harder to track down, since feedback lopps had been created in just about any system connected to the relay in any way. Consoles had exploded, junctions fried- you name it, and it had happened. He unfolded his arms, and jotted a few more notes on the tablet with its stylus before handing it to one of his ratings. "See that Captain Steele gets this," The Andorian said. **Captain Steele,** he thought. **Still has a funny ring to it. Should still be Captain Sinclair.** **Should still be Chief Engineer Phillipa too,** his conscience challenged. **But we all play the cards we are dealt.** Gar's antennae pitched slightly forard at the thought. "That's right," he muttered, and, spinning on his heels, he walked down the length of Engineering and out their large double doors. <<NRPG>> All- just getting Gar on board and adding a little bit of his backstory to the mix. I didn't want to elaborate on the battle in space, as Gar would not know the tactical situation, how it ended, etc.; I am assuming HOOD eventually overwhelmed iany enric forces after the initial shock of being hit with shields down. So fogive me if it seemd a bit vague; it would have been to Gar as well. Anyway, I'm on board Andy. I think that's it! :) Feel free to call Gar up for a talk or whatever. Respectfully Submitted, -- Scott Lusby /\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth Chief Engineer USS HOOD NCC-1703 ASR: ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD:New Beginnings and Old Baggage
by Apple, Steve
SD2260.157 Scene: Deck R: Shuttlebay, USS Hood Corbett awoke to the jolt as the shuttle craft hit the harddeck. "Smooth landing there Slick." He said as he lifted his cowboy hat from his face and put it back on his head. "Sorry Sir, I usually don't hit the hanger bay that hard, but for some reason I seem to be just a bit anxious today." Lieutenant James Maxwell his shuttle pilot said apologetically. Corbett just nodded, a small smile of satisfaction playing on his lips. Turning to the shuttle craft hatch he waited until the light on the control panel turned green, acknowledging that the deck had repressurized. Hitting the hatch button he waited for the hiss of equilibration and the door to smoothly glide open. Stepping onto the deck he saw a red skirted Ensign immediately come to attention. . Pushing his hat to the back of his head he smiled at the young woman. "You best be careful there miss, snapping to attention like that can be hard on the spine." The Ensign's face was aghast with horror at Corbett's words. "Sir that is not the proper protocol for coming aboard ship." She said in a tone that was definitely meant as a reprimand. He took a moment to look over the young woman. She definitely fills out her uniform nicely; he thought and she looks damn good in those boots too. "I am sorry, where are my manners, I'm the new ships doctor, Stile Corbett at your service ma'am." He said taking his hat off and sweeping the floor in an exaggerated bow. "Sir, the proper procedure is to state your rank, name and request permission to come aboard." She said trying not to smile at the man's eccentric behavior. Corbett saw that slight smile and said. "Where I come from miss that is the proper procedure a gentleman uses to introduce himself to a beautiful young lady; however, in the interest of moving things along I'll also add the words permission to come aboard." "Permission granted." She said then added. "Welcome aboard Doctor, if you'd like I'll have the cargo crew deliver your personnel effects to your cabin." "Thank you kindly, and please tell them to be careful with the large trunk its contents are very fragile." "Yes doctor. Also I'm to tell you that you are scheduled to meet the Captain in his Ready Room in one hour, but until then would you like me to show you the ship." "I'd like nothing better, Miss?" He asked. "Janice Powers," she said then added "I've never had anyone give me a bow before." "Such the pity, a truly beautiful woman as yourself should be afforded every courtesy." He said "Communications to Dr. Corbett." Came a metallic voice over the hangerbay's intercom. Corbett looked around for a com switch. "It's on the wall over there." She said pointing it out for him. Corbett walked over to the wall and hit the switch. "Corbett here," he said "Doctor there is a private transmission from Star Fleet Medical coming in for you in twenty minutes." "Thank you; have it directed to my quarters if you please." "Yes sir, Communications out." "There goes your tour," she said with a slight frown then added. "By the way your quarters are on E deck." "Alas duty must come first," He said then smiled and added. "But I do hope I'll be seeing more of you in the future Miss Powers." "It's a small ship sir." She said as she walked away. Corbett could have sworn when she saw he was watching her that her walk got a little bit sexier. "I think I'm gonna like this assignment." He said to himself as he went in search of his quarters. Scene: Deck E: Chief Medical Officers Quarters, USS Hood The door slid open admitting Corbett to his new residence. "Nice digs," he thought as he looked around. His quarters consisted of a large two room suite, with separate sleeping and work areas. While spacious it was utilitarian in nature. The bleep from the comm. unit on his desk sounded alerting him to his call. Corbett sat at his desk and pushed the transmit toggle. Immediately the screen lit up with the words "Star Fleet Medical" and its accompanying caduceus logo centered below. The logo screen soon faded and was replaced by the face of a white and black striped Caitian male. "Captain Samastu Rawl," Corbett said smiling at the Caitian. "What possible honor do I owe the pleasure of such a call from the surgeon to the Federation elite?" "Stile it's nice to see you," the Caitian said smiling then his voice took on a grave tone "However, I'm afraid this is not a social call." "Alright Sam, I'll bite. What's up?" Corbett asked sobering. "Old enemies have resurfaced Stile and your name has not been forgotten." Corbett could feel his stomach tighten at the Captain's words. "I had thought with the destruction of Vulcan and my return from medical exile that the situation must have stabilized." "I'm afraid not, unfortunately the situation has actually worsened." The Caitian said "How bad is it Sam?" "We believe that a faction within what remains of the Vulcans will be coming after you shortly and try to kill you" "That's absurd Vulcans don't come after people, or try to kill them." Corbett said more for himself than the Caitian. "Make no mistake Stile if the Vulcans feel they have a logical reason to kill they can and will do so very efficiently. We had thought that with the destruction of Vulcan and moving you to a remote outpost like Cestus III that in time the matter would be forgotten. But the remaining Vulcans are beginning to reassert themselves back into Federation politics and now more than ever they can't afford the knowledge you harbor to become public." "So what am I supposed to do about this Sam?" "Stile why do you think you were assigned the position of Chief Medical Officer aboard a top fleet star ship like the Hood?" The Caitian asked. "I assumed that my charm and good looks had a very positive effect on that young Lieutenant from the Bureau of Personnel." Corbett said trying to lighten the mood although his internal anxiety was at a fevered pitch. The Caitian laughed and shook his head. "I do like you Stile, you were always one of my favorite students and unfortunately you were also one of my biggest headaches. How genius and defiant stupidity reside in the same being I'll never know. Well you got the position because I pulled a lot of strings to get you assigned to the Hood." "Given what you just said Sam I'm not sure that I want the job now, this is a high profile position, one in which they can attack me at any time." "That's exactly why you were placed there. It's that high profile position that may save your life. How easy do think it would be assassinate a medical officer at an outpost in the middle of nowhere." "I see your point." Corbett said. "The Vulcans are extremely logical and know that attacking a senior officer of a Constitution class star ship would open a board of inquiry and that would attract attention to them, attention they don't want." "OK so they make it seem like an accident." "I know you're not that ignorant Stile. Any accident that results in a death especially on that class of ship will also cause a board of inquiry to investigate and possibly expose them. "So they just hire someone else to do it for them." Corbett replied. "They won't hire someone else as this is a matter of personal honor to them." "Damn it Sam, I can't live like this. Why don't I just go public with what I know and be done with it. Then the only reason for the Vulcans to kill me would be for revenge and that is an emotional motivation contrary to their philosophy." "Stile we've been over this, if you disclose anything, the consequences of such would be devastating to what's left of the entire race and you know that. Besides I don't believe your personal code of ethics would allow it, even to save your own life." "What about telling them that if anything happens to me, accidental or otherwise the knowledge I have will be disclosed." The Caitian sighed. He knew this was a lot for one person to bear. "What do you propose Stile, putting it into a diary or on a computer diskette? If anyone found it, the same disclosure would affect the entire race, so that won't work either." "Alright what about a mind meld to make me forget what I know?" Corbett asked. "The information would still be in your head just not accessible to your conscious mind." The Caitian said then added. "It would still be attainable by other means." "So I'm to just sit here and act like nothing's wrong, is that it?" He asked. "Yes and no. For now you go about the business of being the Chief Medical Officer it's the safest place for you at the moment, but be on your guard. In the meantime I will work with others who think highly of you to try and see if we can resolve this issue." The Caitian said and then added when he saw Corbett's face. "Yes believe it or not there are others who think highly of you despite your personality." Corbett heard the alarm chime from the chronograph on his desk go off signaling he had ten minutes until his appointment with Captain Steele. "Sam I'm scheduled to meet my CO in ten minutes and I should let him know about this." "Jack Steele is a good man and an outstanding officer, but disclosing this information puts him and his ship in danger. I have put myself at great risk to get you this position and warn you of the eminent threat to your life. The Vulcans don't know they have a leak in their security, which is being fed directly to me. If your Captain involves himself in any way then the Vulcans will no doubt discover this leak and many beings will be compromised. Right now you alone are their focus and it isn't logical to kill innocents. Better you keep this to yourself and let me try to work it out. I want your word on this Stile." "You have my word Sam, I'll keep it quiet, but if the Vulcans in anyway deviate from me and threaten this ship or its crews safety I will make a full disclosure to the Captain." "I would expect nothing less from you. Be careful and call me immediately if anything suspicious occurs." "I will my friend, I will." Corbett said staring at the now blank screen. The alarm chime of the chronograph sounded again alerting him that he now had five minutes before his appointment with the Captain. Quickly he asked the computer for directions and headed out the door. Scene: E-Deck, Captains Ready Room, USS Hood Corbett found himself in front of the door to the Captains Ready Room with a minute to spare. Pushing the door chime he waited for the Captains to give him permission to enter... <Tag Captain Steele> <<NRPG>> All I just wanted to add a bit of fun and mystery to Corbett's backstory, not trying to create a major plot line. Anyway I'm at your door Andy, have mercy Respectfully Submitted, Steve Apple Dr. Stile Corbett, CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 ASR: ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Hate to Meet and Run
by Catterick, Andy
SD: 2260.159 MD: -6.1400 Scene: Captain's Office, E Deck Captain’s Log Stardate 2260.159. With 6 days before launch I am pleased with the progress that the crew has made. Truth be told the ship itself is at full readiness and what little supplies we had used have been replaced. Having only been in commission for 6 months we’ve made little dent in our inventory or wear on the equipment. It is in staffing where the most work is needed. Fortunately I received a communiqué from Starfleet this morning confirming the imminent arrival of our Chief Medical Officer, Chief of Security and Helmsman. While I am greatly relieved to fill these core positions it still leaves some fairly big holes at Comm and NAV. The communication department has a strong foundation of non comm’s and junior officers to man the station in the short term so I have no major concerns there. As for NAV, again we have a good staff there but no one senior enough to run the department even in the short term. Lieutenant Commander Merrick has volunteered to take on this role in a dual capacity until Starfleet can shake an appropriate officer for us. I don’t envy him the work load but as he clearly pointed out when he volunteered we don’t really have a lot of options. As HOOD’s previous FO I can certainly step in and assist him where needed. And just as importantly I have Lieutenant Commander Th'elenth overseeing engineering. I think Gar needs some seasoning as a departmental manager more for coming to terms with how he found himself in the position then due to any deficincies in his skills. And to be fair given I am in exactly the same position he is, who am I to talk? But either way I am confident that engineering and HOOD are in solid hands. Jack looked up as his door chime went. “Computer save log.” [Acknowledged.] The metallice voice replied. Steele wondered absently if there was some way to make the computer sound less like a computer. “Come.” The doors slid open and Dr. Corbett has just enough time to enter the office before he was called to action. Merrick’s booming voice suddenly flooded the ship. [Trauma team to main engineering. I repeat trauma team to main engineering on the double!] Stile has spun around and was already half way to the lift before he realized he didn’t know exactly how to get to main engineering. Luckily Steele was close behind. <<<NRPG>>> Steve: I figured this was better then the standard nice to meet you meeting. Steve/Scott: I’ll let you decide how serious the injury in engineering is. Thought it’d be more fun for all our characters to meet this way. Hopefully we don’t have any deaths before we actually launch. ALL: General NRPG to follow. Respectfully, Andy CAPT Jack Steele Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: decorating and what's next...
by Martens, David
SD: 2260.160 MD: -6.1400 Scene: USS HOOD, Science department Carefull with that, that's very sensitive equipment." ARr'Rhiana was guiding two strong Bajorans to the exact place where they needed toplace the Neutron Spectron Microscope and let it to them to attach it to the walls saftely. She turned to her Assistant "How are my personal requests for my office going, Mister Martin?" A tall human male turned and smiled "On sheduale, ma'am, we'll have the cages and fortified terraria settled in tomorrow, day after we install the sealed cages and then it's only a few minor things as heating or colling and so. We have everything done in four days." ARr'Rhiana nodded please "Very good thank you." She had asked some engineers to install some specially cages and terraria to keep some of her favorite animals and insects. Denobulan dragonflies, Andorian Icebeetles, Vulcan Jumping Dessert spiders and , her favorites, Icatian fireflies. She was looking forward to gain new species and new pets from all the places they would visit and since she would spend a lot of time in her office, giving guidance to her team, making and checking reports she had decided to give it a personal touch. Suddnely there was a small tremor through the ship and ... <Snip from Andy> Merrick's booming voice suddenly flooded the ship. [Trauma team to main engineering. I repeat trauma team to main engineering on the double!] <End of Snip> Hemux, dropped everything she had and rushed out Science towards Engineering. It was just a bit away from where she was and she had plenty of engineering expertises to assist when things went bad. Besides that, she also had lot of experiences in the medical field, so maybe she could be in assistance in any way. ARr'Rhiana rushed into engineering and coughed as smoke from a broken pipeline filled the area. <<<NRPG>>> Just setting up ARr'Rhiana's office and seeing if Hemux can be off any help... Respectfully, David Martens Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Dangerous Liaisons" (RESEND)
by Lusby, Scott
SD: 2260.159 MD: -6.1400 Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD <<NOTE- this post was resent because I missed a detail in Dave's last post. Sorry for cluttering your mailbox.>> Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth was having a hell of a day. In a good sense. It had taken some time for things to calm down in Engineering; three Chief Engineers in the space of a few days, one of whom died while on duty, is enough to rattle any department's cage. But Th'elenth was impressed by the level of professionalism in his department. It was a little thin on experience- as to be expected when promoting two new Chief Engineers from within in the span of a few days- but it was long on work ethic and a desire to "get it right." That, above all, Gar liked. Too many engineers- in his mind, anyway- played fast and loose with repairs; "as long as it works" was a motto he'd heard more than once in his days. And when in the midst of battle, that attitude was certainly a necessity more often than not... ...but battles end, and that's when the time came for more "permanent" solutions. Like the work one of his teams was working on now. Gar stood next to Commander Merrick, the new First Officer and Chief Engineer before Commander Phillipa, and gazed at the main display in Engineering, located in a central location near the warp core, and tried to look more calm than he was as he watched the team's progress on the monitor in front of him. They were replacing a patched section of one of the two main EPS relays- one of the relays that moves the electro-plasma created in the warp core by the electromagnetically-controlled annihilation of deuterium and anti-deuterium- out of engineering, up each of the support pylons, and over the warp coils in the nacelles. The breached section was inside the damaged port pylon, and now that the pylon itself was fixed and stability returned to the nacelle, it was time to tackle the heavy conduit. With the warp core down, the risk of being exposed to the deadly delta radiation from warp plasma was eliminated, as was the off-chance of making contact with the high-pressure, high-temperature plasma. But there were ALWAYS dangers, Gar knew. And one was about to happen. They had just finished replacing the conduit, and the teams had made neat work out of welds needed to connect it into place- clean beads, strong coverage- and they were shaking hands and patting themselves on the back fro a job well done when they came down to Gar. "OK Chief- let's bring the core back online and see how well you did," Gar said, glancing at Merrick as he folded his arms across his chest. Chief Tanner nodded, "Aye, Commander," he said, taking his heavy plasma welder unit and, tossing it over his shoulder, walked the few steps to the core's controls. Tanner, focused completely on the start-up process for the core, had begun to swing the plasma welder off his shoulder again. Tanner had not taken note of where he stood, and neither Merrick nor Gar were quick enough to complete their simultaneous warning. "Chief, be care--" At that moment, his heavy welder struck the outer casing of another set of conduits running through the warp core- the plasma coolant for the warp core. Tanner, feeling the impact, turned around and bent down to grab and stabilize his equipment... The conduit didn't shatter; instead, a spider-web-like crack appeared in the plastic. With a small hole in the middle... Small amounts of coolant began to leak from the small hole... Tanner screamed, trying to cover his face as the coolant ate away his hands. Th'elenth's orders pierced the Chief's cries. "Ventilation systems on full!" he shouted, "Reverse the flow in that conduit- clear the system now!" At the same time, Gar shut down the core; the last thing he wanted was to compound a bad situation by overheating the core by stopping the flow of its coolant. However, as he did, an adjacent console exploded, throwing shards of plastic everywhere, and releasing an arc of electro-plasma across another engineer's hands. The man- Pethukov- screamed, and dropped to his knees, cradling his burned hands. Th'elenth heard Merrick shouting orders into the nearby comm panel. "Trauma team to main engineering. I repeat trauma team to main engineering on the double!" The Andorian met the First Officer's gaze; both men now wore the mask duty on their faces, and, as Merrick moved to assist in the care of Tanner and Pethukov as they waited for the trauma team to arrive, Gar dealt with the smoldering engineering station, wishing the ventilation systems would work quicker. The damage, however, had been done. <<tag Steve/Andy>> <<NRPG>> Steve/Andy- I know we said this might be a JP...but this grew long enough on its own. Sorry, Steve...but I DID at least leave you a perfect place to jump in and show off some doctorin' skills. ;) I wanted this to be a freak accident. We've seen coolant conduit rupture before, so I figured it could happen. Hope this works for you guys. Respectfully Submitted, -- Scott Lusby /\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth Chief Engineering Officer USS HOOD NCC-1703 ASR: ORIGINS
ORIGINS [USS HOOD]: Wonderful. Just when he was trying to get sleep
by Belin, Daniel
A hissing sound awoke De Simms in his fresh new quarters. He muttered to himself, "And I just reported yesterday too!" Then a second, just as incoherent thought came to him, "What the hell is that noise?!" Then, maybe five seconds later, when he was still half asleep, a loud bang awoke him from his catatonia. The indicator lights on the computer terminal had blew themselves out and copious amounts of smoke were emitted from the now broken terminal. It was nothing serious, or even particularly dangerous, just a huge annoyance in the morning. Again, he talked to himself, more loudly this time, "Nothing big, just a bit of a flash-boom to wake me up in the morning. No harm done, except for that silicon smell, I hate that." He was about to call Engineering to take a look at it, when he realized that his terminal was broken. Eventually, after much groaning and complaining, he went to the hallway communications junction and called main engineering. {{Engineering, Lieutenant Briggs, what can I do for you?}} said a very stressed out voice on the COM. "My terminal blew, nothing serious, but someones going to need to look at it," said DeSimms, who was wondering if something else was wrong. {{Take a number, Lieutenant, damage control is spread out so thin no one will get to you for hours. We've had all kinds of minor incidents, nothing to serious to wake up the Engineer, but enough to give us down here a headache. For your information, we have had nine such blowouts in todays wee hours}} said Briggs. "Got it, I'll call back in a bit," said DeSimms in a rather annoyed tone. However, he was thinking, time for a little D.I.Y. He took out his tool kit, which was rather primitive and sparse. It had a set of drills and screwdrivers, a micro-solderer, and a set of spare parts. He took a look at the damage, and saw it was relatively minor. The indicator leads had burned out in addition to the lights, and a micro-fuse blew. The micro-fuse and lead replacement were child's play, however configuring the incompatible lights with the system was hard. However, by the end of two long hours, a reasonable facsimile of the machine had been reached. He reminded himself that he should eventually get a professional to look at it, but for the moment he was proud of his work. However, what of these disturbances? This seemed a little odd, especially on a relatively new ship. Investigating burnouts was not glamorous work for the first day on the job, but someone had to do it. NRPG: I'm sorry for any mistakes you might find, but in my time zone it is 2:44 in the morning. I just really wanted to get something out -- With all due respect, Daniel F. Belin U.S.S HOOD LT. DeSimms SEC Officer
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Coolant is Nasty Stuff
by Apple, Steve
HOOD:Coolant is Nasty Stuff SD2260.157 Scene: Deck E: Captain's Ready Room, USS Hood Corbett heard the command to enter and stepped through the door to present himself to the Captain when the booming voice suddenly flooded the ship. "Trauma Team to Main Engineering, I repeat Trauma Team to Main Engineering - on the double!" He was the Chief Surgeon and took that as his primary responsibility, the Captain would have to wait. Without thinking he turned and was immediately through the door. He remembered where the turbo lift was located on this deck and headed in that direction. Halfway to the lift he wondered how in the hell he was going to find Main Engineering. He could ask someone, but that would take time, time he knew he didn't have. In his moment of hesitancy he saw the Captain come up from behind and followed him into the lift. The man was tense and didn't talk, which Corbett thought spoke volumes for the concern he had for his crew. It took only a moment to reach Main Engineering and a scene of minor chaos. Scene: Main Engineering, USS Hood "Sawbones comin through." Corbett said in his thick Texas drawl as he exited the lift and headed over to the first man he saw lying on the deck, pushing the hovering crew out of his way as he went. The man was lying supine his hands were gone, now only stumps. Corbett saw that there was something covering the man's face and realized it was what remained of his hands, fused in place by the warp core coolant. Corbett acted immediately and felt for a pulse. It was weak and thready and the man's respirations were shallow. "Somebody throw me an emergency med-kit and get some thermal blankets over here now!" He shouted. Carefully he probed what remained of the severed hands seeing just how adhered they were to the crewman's face. They would have to stay in place for the moment until he could stabilize the man and get him into surgery. Thank God the coolant had cauterized the stumps, or the loss of blood would have killed him, he thought. "You!" Corbett shouted to the crewman standing nearest him. "Get over here and kneel down, I want your knees touching the floor." The man hesitated a moment not sure why Corbett was shouting at him. "Damn it man do as I say!" Corbett yelled as he pulled on one of the legs of the man's coverall forcing him into the position he wanted. "Put his feet in your lap and keep them there." Corbett said getting the injured man's legs elevated. "Where's that med-kit!" He shouted again and someone thrust it into his hands. Quickly he drew up 2.5mg of Cordrazine and injected the man. The dose was large enough to stimulate the man's cardiovascular system, but still low enough to keep him unconscious. Reaching up to the man's neck he immediately felt that the pulse had gotten stronger though it was irregular. The man was still in shock and needed immediate surgery, but for the moment Corbett had stabilized him. "Get those blankets on him and find out where the hell the trauma team is!" He shouted to no one in particular. He made a note that he was going to drill them in what rapid response meant when this was over. Corbett headed over to the next man who was in a sitting position propped against a large coolant pipe, cradling his hands. Corbett didn't say anything he just hit the man with 500mgs of Rexlin for the pain. Almost immediately the man's moaning ceased giving Corbett the chance to look over the burns. The left hand was charred but intact. The right hand wasn't so lucky. The thumb and index finger had fused and melted into a useless lump of flesh. The little finger and right third of the hand were missing; charred bone was all that remained. "Am I gonna be OK doc?" The man asked. "I think it's going to be awhile before you can go fly fishing again." Corbett said smiling. "That's ok I don't fish." The man said with a slight giggle. Obviously the Rexlin had taken effect. "Doc the trauma team is here." Someone yelled over to him. Corbett patted the man on the shoulder and went over to the team. "Who's the doctor on this team?" He demanded. The four men with stretchers looked at each other until one finally spoke. "We're all corpsmen sir. We don't have a doctor on the team." "Well that's gonna change." Corbett said frowning. "That man over there," he said pointing to the one propped against the coolant pipe. "He's in mild shock with partial thickness burns to the left hand and full thickness burns to the right. Get him down to sickbay and have the on call doctor treat him stat. Corbett waited for one of the corpsmen to give him a nod and move over to the injured crewman. "You two with me." He said to the two remaining medics as he walked back to the supine crewman. Kneeling he felt again to make sure the man's pulse was still strong. He could have used the scanner, but trusted his own instincts more. "Let's get him loaded up. I want to keep him in Trendelenburg's position and I want an Infusion unit set up with volume expanders before we move." He said then as an important afterthought added. "Oh and don't touch the hands stuck to his face. Understand me?" "Yes sir." One of the corpsmen said drawing his hand back from the crewman's face. "Good." Was all Corbett mumbled as he headed to the wall with the Comm unit. "Engineering to sickbay." "Sickbay here." A woman answered "Who am I talking with?" He asked. "Lieutenant Dawson, the duty nurse. Who are you?" She asked a bit annoyed. "This is Dr. Corbett, the Chief Surgeon; I'll be down there in five minutes with a patient who has bilateral above the wrist amputations. I need a surgical unit and a nurse who knows how to use it, ready when I get there." "Yes doctor." Dawson said her voice sounding a bit contrite. "What's his name?" Corbett asked facing away from the comm. unit. "Tanner." A stone faced Andorian said. "Also Pull up Chief Tanner's records." Corbett said facing back toward the comm unit. "I want a unit of cross matched blood put on hold just in case. Corbett out." "Let's go" He yelled to the medics and headed for the Turbo lift. <<NRPG>> Hope I didn't get too boring with the medical stuff. Dave sorry I couldn't add you, but the injuries didn't lend themselves to tagging you. I apologize and will make sure to include you in the future. As for Scott a stone faced Andorian was meant as a compliment. Andy if you come down to sickbay to check on the crew and see a button you want to push... Don't. Respectfully Submitted, Steve Apple Dr. Stile Corbett CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 ASR: ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Kablooey"
by Lusby, Scott
SD: 2260.160 MD: -6.1427 Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD <<snip- from my last post>> The Andorian met the First Officer's gaze; both men now wore the mask duty on their faces, and, as Merrick moved to assist in the care of Tanner and Pethukov as they waited for the trauma team to arrive, Gar dealt with the smoldering engineering station, wishing the ventilation systems would work quicker. The damage, however, had been done. <<end snip>> It was only the that Gar became aware of a lot more commotion than there was only a moment ago. "Here, figure out what happened here," he said, handing a tricorder to the rating standing next to him as he walked back to the scene of Tanner's accident. A human man in blue, speaking with a thick accent Th'elenth could not place, was shouting orders as he looked over Tanner and Pethukov; the man spoke with the authority of experience and acted decisively, quickly- for which Gar was grateful. However, as he contemplated the merits of the new doctor, there seemed to be a lot more smoke coming from the forward areas of the bay. "What's going on here?" he hissed under his breath as he trotted towards the source of the smoke. He reached the source: three more consoles, each tied to unrelated subsystems for water purification, food replication and waste treatment, had eaten themselves, tossing plastic and acrid smoke everywhere. Making matters worse, a pipeline overhead had been pierced by the exploding consoles, creating an opaque veil in front of him. Th'elenth covered his mouth and nose with his hand, and, pushing through the charcoal haze, began poking at the remnants of the destroyed console nearest him. Suddenly, the doors to main engineering opened from nearby, and smoke billowed through them and into the hallway. <<snip- from Dave's last post>> ARr'Rhiana rushed into engineering and coughed as smoke from a broken pipeline filled the area. <<end snip>> Gar pulled himself up as the form became more pronounced- a Denobulan woman, he was pretty sure, making her the ship's new chief Science Officer by the looks of her uniform and sleeve striping. The woman coughed. "Lieutenant Hemux at your disposal, Commander," she said. "I'm qualified in engineering as well- I can help if you need it." Gar's antennae pitched forward, and his lips pursed. "I'm afraid I do, Lieutenant- I'm afraid I do." He paused for a moment as the trauma teams hustled by with their patients." "I'll have a report for you later, Commander," the doctor said as he passed through the doors. "Right now these men need my complete attention." "I understand, doctor," Gar said as the doors closed. Hemux watched the stretchers roll by, and, after the doors shut, glanced back at Th'elenth. "What happened?" "Unrelated accidents- warp plasma coolant exposure to one, electro-plasma burns from an exploding console to the other." The Denobulan glanced at the three still-smoldering console. "You sure they're unrelated?" The Andorian 's antennae twitched again. "Pretty sure the warp plasma coolant injury was an accident- I saw it happen." He paused, bending down to pick up a piece of splintered plastic from the ground. "As for these consoles...I'm not sure yet." Th'elenth paused again, this time to cut off the fractured pipe above, immediately cutting off the smoke spilling from it. "But I promise you I damn well WILL find out," he said, the memory of Tanner's screams, of Pethukov's moans, flooding his brain. He glanced back at his new shipmate. "Care to join me?" <<NRPG>> All- OK...this better ties things together. I hope. And it gets Dave into the middle of things. Dave- I'm sure you saw my NRPG note. However, if you have better ideas, let's run with them. As long, as per Andy's directions, as this is a freaky, isolated thing and not some grand epic problem we'll need an entire mission to figure out. Steve- loved the medical response post. Can't wait to see how the Texan shores up things down in Sick Bay. Respectfully Submitted, -- Scott Lusby /\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth Chief Engineering Officer USS HOOD NCC-1703 ASR: ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: coughing out loud...
by Martens, David
SD: 2260.160 MD: -6.1430 Scene: USS HOOD, Engineering department <Snip from Scott> Merrick's booming voice suddenly flooded the ship. [Trauma team to main engineering. I repeat trauma team to main engineering on the double!] The Denobulan glanced at the three still-smoldering console. "You sure they're unrelated?" The Andorian 's antennae twitched again. "Pretty sure the warp plasma coolant injury was an accident- I saw it happen." He paused, bending down to pick up a piece of splintered plastic from the ground. "As for these consoles...I'm not sure yet." Th'elenth paused again, this time to cut off the fractured pipe above, immediately cutting off the smoke spilling from it. "But I promise you I damn well WILL find out," he said, the memory of Tanner's screams, of Pethukov's moans, flooding his brain. He glanced back at his new shipmate. "Care to join me?" <End of Snip> Hemux nodded and followed Gar, to one of damaged consoles. On her way there she picked up a dropped toolbox and a tricorder. At the first look the console where indeed not related; each of them on a different area of the room, checking in on different systems, plasma conduits, water supply tanks and lifesupport. Hemux attached a ODN-cable and tried to access the memory - core of the computer. Lucky for her that was well protected and not damaged at all so she could do a read out of the data. "Now that is odd." She muttered. The data from seconds before the console exploded showed a spike in the electricity and a millisecond powerfailure. [Sir, we have a problem.] A voice came in over the Comm. Th'elenth twitched his antennae as he walked to the Comm and hit the button "What is it, ensign?" [We have several console and computers shutting down or exploding, it seems to occur in some kind of cascade, but not all systems are damaged, only some.] Gar grunted and replied "Try to contain that cascade and get repairs team at work ASAP. I try to figure out what is gong on here. Engineering out." ARr'Rhiana was checking in on the second console and found the same weird readings, a spike in the powersystems, a very, very short interruption of power and then the explosion of the console. She checked the third console and indeed, the same thing has happened. Hemux corelated the data and suddenly she smiled, she had something. "Sir," she said to Gar as she showed him her tricorder with the data. "I have a pattern, see that spike and power loss? I think that has something to do with the problems." <<<NRPG>>> just something more on the damage and adding Hemux in. Respectfully, David Martens Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: What's a Captain to do?
by Catterick, Andy
SD: 2260.160 MD: -6.1430 Scene: USS HOOD, Engineering department Steele tried his best not to get in the way as first the doctor and then the trauma team did their work. The rating looked bad but judging from Dr. Corbett’s demeanour it wasn’t life threatening. Of course Steele had never met the man but even from a distance he seemed to have a calm authority. Either that or he was a quack and didn’t know what he was doing; it wasn’t like the captain would know either way at this point. Fortunately he had received a number of solid reviews about the doctor. Starfleet, while growing dramatically, was still a close knit organization. A friend in personnel had given him a quiet heads up as to the list of candidates command had been looking at for transfer to HOOD. On the medical section Stile was at the top of the list. Jack had called a few of his friends and while not many had worked with the doctor just about all had assured him that Corbett had a solid reputation as a healer. For the few who had actually met the man they all grinned when Steele had brought up the name. They too said his skills as a doctor were exceptional but added that on a personal level he was a character. No one elaborated any more then that just starting to grin again as they ended the call. A character. Steele hoped it was true. He had the utmost respect and admiration for his predecessor but Captain Sinclair hadn’t been one to tolerate characters among his officers. His ward room had been much more staid then Steele intended his to be. Hopefully Corbett would help lighten the mood. Doctor Corbett and his medics seemed to have stabilized the situation enough to move the patients to sickbay. With one crisis seemingly diverted Steele strode over to the nearest comm. He jabbed the white button. “Bridge.” [Bridge. Commander Merrick. Is everything all right down there captain?] The First Officer had dashed up to the bridge once Steele had arrived. At the time there was no certainty as to what was happening so Merrick had taken the prudent course. Steele wondered if he should have been the one to head up to the bridge. Perhaps lingering around in engineering might be seen as a sign he didn’t trust his people when in actuality he had come here because he wanted to see first hand. Wanted to be able to help. This commanding officer stuff was still pretty new. “It seems to be. Dr. Corbett and his trauma team have the situation in hand.” He watched as the Chief Engineer and the Science Officer examined a bank of consoles. “I’m going to get a status report from Gar, check in at sickbay and then I’ll be up to the bridge. Steele out.” “How bad is it?” The captain asked without preamble. “Bad enough.” Gar replied with clear frustration. “We’ve also had reports of some sort of minor cascade across the ship. Lieutenant Hemux thinks he may have located a pattern here and I tend to agree with him. But there is still much work to do.” He said absently while his attention focused on some results that flashed onto Hemux’s tricorder. “As soon as I have anything definite I’ll let you know sir.” “Fair enough.” Steele replied knowing when he was dismissed. Perhaps Gar wouldn’t have any problems taking command in engineering after all he mused as he left engineering and headed for sickbay. <<<NRPG>>> Steve: I might get another one out today/tomorrow with Steele visiting you in sickbay. He’ll want a status report, a chance to meet Stile and will be following up on a complaint from a shuttle pilot who thinks you maybe a bootlegger (Which Jack will think is absolutely hilarious<G>) Respectfully, Andy Catterick CAPT Jack Steele CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Doctors, Nurses and Tequila Oh My
by Apple, Steve
SD: 2260.160 MD: -6.1430 Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD The doors to sickbay parted and Corbett rushed in with the Trauma Team. "Where's the surgical nurse. I want this man prepped and ready in five minutes." He shouted. "Excuse me Cowboy, but you don't come in here shouting orders." A middle-aged woman with Lieutenant Commander stripes on her sleeves barked back at him. "Jimmy you and Frank get him over to the surgical ward and I'll follow in a minute." Corbett said to his medics, ignoring the woman. "You will do no such thing until that patient is properly triaged. I am Lt. Commander Rachel Grey, the Chief Nurse and I'm telling you we will follow Star Fleet procedure. "Look darling, I don't care if you are the house mother. This patient is heading into surgery immediately." Corbett said his drawl thick and menacing. Turning to his medics he yelled "Move now." "I'm calling security." She yelled at him as she headed to the duty stations comm. unit. "Sickbay to security." "Doctor Corbett he's coming around." One of the medics shouted from the other room. "Damn it. Get an Alpha wave inducer, keep him unconscious and get him into the steri-field. I'll be right there." Corbett shouted back. ["Security here."] The voice over the comm. said. The Chief Nurse hit the com button "Never mind," she said, anger and frustration in her voice. Turning back to Corbett she hissed. "We'll discuss this later doctor." "Yes mother I suspect we will." He replied pushing his hat toward the back of his head and added. "In the meantime I'm gonna need some vascular adhesive and synthetic skin for dermal grafting." "Yes doctor." She answered. Corbett noticed she put a lot of emphasis on the last word. Scene: CMO's Office, USS HOOD Three hours later Surgical Report: Patient Tanner Patient is a 24 y/o human male who presented with bilateral above the wrist amputations secondary to warp core coolant exposure. Patient also presented with bilateral fusion of all phylangees and the palmar surface of both hands to the skin over the frontal aspect of the skull, zygoma and mandibular regions, no orbital involvement noted. Surgical Procedures. 1. Bilateral resection to distal 1/3 of both the radius and ulna were successful. All associated vessels and nerves resected and vascular adhesive applied. No vessel leakage noted. 2. Removal of phalangeal and palmar remnants successful, with moderate facial tissue loss. Dermal grafting accomplished with synthetic tissue applied in a split thickness mesh. Pressure dressing applied. Treatment Course. Patient is stable and has been placed on analgesics and broad spectrum antibiotics post surgery. Cardiovascular functions are within normal limits. Patient will be measured and fitted for tritanium skeletal prosthesis after which time a grafting procedure, with nerve, vessel and dermal regeneration will occur. Given the extent of the patient's injuries I expect there to be a loss of fine touch perception of approximately 15 - 25%, this is within acceptable Star Fleet parameters. Patient should be eligible for light duty in four weeks with clearance following physical therapy report. Alternatively patient may be transferred to a Star Base Medical facility for this procedure and rehabilitation. Stile Corbett, MD Corbett finished the dictation and stretched, the weariness of the day finally getting to him. Looking around his office he realized how stark it was. The place needed a plant and some artwork on the walls, that was for sure. "Well at least they delivered my trunk." He said to himself as he saw the large throwback from another era sitting in the corner of the room. He stood to walk over to the trunk when the chime to his office door went off. "Come in" He shouted. The Chief Nurse entered his office a scowl on her face. "Cowboy I think it's time we had that talk." "Well Mother if you and me are gonna have it out do you mind if I have a drink first." "If you must," she said then added. "I will not be treated with disrespect by you or anyone in this department. Do I make myself clear?" "Ma'am, I am sorry we got off on the wrong foot." Corbett said pulling out two small glasses and a bottle of tequila from his trunk and putting them on the desk. "But patients come first, egos second. That boy needed immediate surgery and didn't need to be stopped at the door to have his ticket punched by you." "I didn't ask for a glass." She said looking down at the second glass he had placed on the desk. "Well I didn't figure you for a bottle swigger, but be my guest." He said handing over the uncapped bottle to her. She gave him a sharp look, but didn't hesitate for a second as she took the bottle from him and upended it for a long pull. Gasping a bit she put the bottle down. "Damn that's good." "Ought to be, it's the best Mexico has to offer." He said taking a long pull himself. "I do like a woman who knows her tequila." "I should, I grew up in San Jose." She said taking another pull from the bottle then added. "I didn't know you were our new doctor, I just thought you were some wack job with a Cowboy hat trying to push his way on through." "I get that a lot." He said taking another long pull from the bottle. "I'm really just a simple country doctor seeing what life is like out among the stars." "Don't try and charm me, I'm a bit old for that sort of thing. Besides I know all about your record." "Oh do tell, it seems to grow with each iteration." He said smiling. "You are egotistical, misogynistic, and a discipline problem." She chided "Well I can't say you are inaccurate, but you left out impish and whimsical." He added taking another pull and passing the bottle back to her. "I watched you perform surgery today and you were excellent. Though why you insist on wearing that damn hat I don't know. I also heard about what you did in Engineering, so I have to say I think you belong here." "So where does that leave us?" He asked. "Half a bottle down," she said passing it back. "You show me respect and I won't phaser you while you're asleep OK." "I thank you kindly for that." He said smiling. "You know I'm only a problem when someone's life or limb is at stake otherwise I just a big ole cowboy hat wearing softie." "Yeah well I think maybe we both were at fault today." She said grudgingly. "I agree, not because I'm afraid of getting phasered in my sleep mind ya." He said winking. "Well good. I thought you should also know that the other crewman, Pethukov is recovering well. Dr. Kavlin said that his right hand is going to need major reconstruction and he will probably consult with you tomorrow." "I figured as much. He'll go through a procedure similar to what I prescribed for Tanner. If I can get away with preserving his middle finger and the carpal connection to the radius I think that will save him some regeneration time." "I better get moving." She said then reached for the bottle. "Oh what the hell, one more for the road." Corbett watched her take a last drink and head for the door. "Mother, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship." "Good night Cowboy." She said giggling as she left. Corbett sat back down glad that he had come to an understanding with his head nurse. It was never good to have the nurses against you it was just plain bad medicine. Yawning he heard the door chime go off again. "It's open." He said stifling another yawn. Corbett watched the door slide open and Captain Steele enter the office. "Captain Jack Steele, always an honor to host our commanding officer. Please have a seat sar." He said motioning to one of the chairs in front of his desk. Corbett realized he still had the half empty bottle of tequila and two glasses on the desk. He also saw the that the Captain had noticed too. "May I pour you a glass sar." Corbett said smoothly not missing a beat as he picked up the Tequila bottle. "Where I come from it is unseemly for gentlemen to carry on a conversation at this hour without a small libation." <Tag Andy> <<<NRPG>>> All I thought it would be easier to tie everything up in a post surgical report rather than hours of tedious surgery. I am sorry if the post is tedious and boring when it comes to the medical stuff. Also I took the approach of a metal skeletal prosthesis that would act as a scaffolding for regenerated tissue, vessels and nerves, it seemed like a nice happy medium. I also wanted to bring in Mother the head nurse who will have a recurrent role in my posts. She's my Christine Chapel. Andy I set it up for us to talk. Hard to deny being a bootlegger with a bottle in front of me. Just remember Corbett keeps a pistol in his boot and like any good moonshiner he doesn't cotton to revenuers. Respectfully Submitted, Steve Apple Dr. Stile Corbett, CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 ASR: ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Plot Thickens
by Belin, Daniel
DeSimms walked down the corridor at a fervent pace. Although, technically he was still on R&R, he decided to start his own little private investigation. He did not see too much activity in the corridors, except the ones leading to and from engineering. He smelled a bit of the acrid silicon smoke that he hated, and decided it would be a good idea to walk away from the smell. He found himself in a deserted corridor. Not that he was surprised, there wasn't much in this corridor other than a entrance to a jefferies tube and a communications junction. Suddenly, the corridor got a lot more interesting. The blast doors closed on either side of him, and the fire suppression system went off. The problem as he saw it was, there was no fire, and his uniform was being ruined by fire suppressant foam for no reason. He decided that at the current time, going into the Jefferies Tube would be a good idea. He began climbing the tube until he reached what looked like the auxiliary systems room on the ship. He muttered to himself, "If all this business is the product of sabotage, I would find evidence here." He looked around and saw a mess. Whoever had regular duty in here definitely did not have a urge to clean. There was a note taped to the chair that said that whoever was supposed to be on duty at this point felt a bit peckish and went to get a sandwich. After a good five minutes, he found the ennunciator lights, and looked for an indicator of something wrong. Nothing except for a light that indicated that the chaos system was on, and what was a chaos system? He remembered that the chaos system that had something to do with security. Yes, something to do with if the ship was taken over, the chaos system would make life hell for the intruders. Boards blowing, computer errors, fire systems turning on, the whole nine yards. It was easy to turn on, you flicked the switch and it was on, but to turn it off you had to manually turn it off using some kind of wiring in the belly of the ship. Someone turning it on probably pointed to sabotage, that or whoever turned it on was a complete idiot. Still, he thought it would be better to talk to whomever was on duty in here. He headed back to his quarters to get his AK and a communicator. A few minutes later, he came back to the door and found it locked. Obviously whomever was on duty here got back at some point while he was gone. It took him a few minutes to disconnect the door from the physical lock and the motor that pulled the door back. Now all that held the door up was a thin track in the floor, he backed up, and started to run towards the door with the intention of knocking it down. It didn't fall the first time so he backed up again, ready to charge a second time. Suddenly, the captain came into the corridor and saw DeSimms charging at the door with an Kalashnikov and said, "Who the HELL are you?" <tag Andy> NRPG: Does not look like my character will be getting too good of a start with the captain. -- With all due respect, Daniel F. Belin USS HOOD SEC ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: All in a Day's Work
by Catterick, Andy
SD: 2260.160 MD: -6.1800 Scene: Corridor <snip from Dan’s post.> A few minutes later, he came back to the door and found it locked. Obviously whoever was on duty here got back at some point while he was gone. It took him a few minutes to disconnect the door from the physical lock and the motor that pulled the door back. Now all that held the door up was a thin track in the floor, he backed up, and started to run towards the door with the intention of knocking it down. It didn't fall the first time so he backed up again, ready to charge a second time. Suddenly, the captain came into the corridor and saw DeSimms charging at the door with an Kalashnikov and said, "Who the HELL are you?" </snip> “Lieutenant John DeSimms, Chief of Security.” DeSimms answered as he spun around at Steele’s approach. “Sorry Lieutenant I didn’t recognize you from behind.” Steele had only met the man for 90 seconds after all. Still he chided himself for not recognizing the security officer. “Planning on doing a little hunting?” He asked pointing at the weapon. Quickly DeSimms gave a rundown of his discovery and his suspicions. Steele rubbed his jaw and surveyed the carnage. “We’re pretty sure we have the issue localized however I think you’re right we need to take a look. Let me give you a hand.” Reluctantly DeSimms put the ancient weapon down and joined the captain at the door. “Oh and by the way, I’ll let you tell our engineer why his teams need to fix these doors. Ready? Pull!” It took a few seconds but the two men were able to pry the doors far enough apart that they could enter. Steele started to go in first but DeSimms made a point of pushing ahead and making sure the way was clear of any lurking attackers. What they found startled both men. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Steele growled. “Campbell! On your feet!” Lieutenant Junior Grade Cory Campbell who had been comfortably leaning back in his chair, feet dangling across his desk in blissful slumber first tumbled to the ground and then bolted upright in complete confusion. “Commander…um Captain Steele sir. How can I help the captain?” Jack visibly restrained himself and DeSimms thought the captain might be counting to 10 in his head. “You can help me Mr. Campbell by explaining yourself. Starting with why the captain and chief of security had to break into Auxiliary Control.” “Well you see sir I had the aux watch and as we are in orbit of the starbase, well nothing is going on here and I’ve been working on those computer upgrades you had mentioned. You know changing the voice, enhancing the personality etc. Well sir I didn’t want to have someone coming in and muck around with it while the computer was crunching the numbers so I locked the door.” Campbell finished as if that was the end of it. “Locked the door? The damn blast doors were secured and the override wasn’t accepted.” “Well of course sir. Last time I locked the door, I had to make a quick run to the wardroom for a sandwich, well someone actually got in.” He replied indignantly. “They didn’t touch any of the computers but you can’t be too careful.” “I see.” Steele replied and DeSimms shot him a look as if to say You see? Are *you* kidding me. “And the little matter of you sleeping while on duty and cutting off a vital section of the ship what ever your reasoning’s?” Campbell finally started to look somewhat uncomfortable. “Yes well, sorry about that sir. Its just I’ve been working on this stuff non-stop for three days now. The latest computations were going to take 45 minutes to run and I know its wrong but I thought I’d take a quick nap while I waited. I was getting a bit punchy and I set the board to alert me if anything came up.” “Accept for someone trying to get in.” DeSimms growled. “True. Sorry about that. I guess I am just a bit more punchy then I thought I was.” “Lieutenant, here is what’s going to happen from here. You are going to first send all the information about what you have been doing to the Chief Engineer. It may tie into the problems that have been occurring all over the ship. Next you are going to clean this place up and get someone to relieve you. Once relieved you will confine your self to quarters until I can come up with a suitable punishment for you. And assuming you still remain as a member of this crew you will not continue with any further upgrades until you get approval from Commanders Merrick and Th'elenth. Is that clear Mister?” “Yes sir. Very clear sir.” “Good.” Steele spun around and stalked out into the corridor with DeSimms close behind. He noticed the look on the CSO’s face. “Out with it lieutenant.” “With respect sir.” He paused until Steele nodded. “Captain what the hell was that?” Steele actually chuckled. “That lieutenant was Cory Campbell. And as to what he is I don’t know if I could actually explain in one sitting.” “How about starting with how he is on a starship? Sir.” “Two reasons.” Steele answered as they began to walk along the corridor. “The first is politics. I don’t have all the fleet gossip but the gist of it is that his mother is a very old friend of someone in the President’s office, rumour has it that it is the president himself. So for the most part he is hands off. "You noticed his age. He’s pushing 40 and has been in the fleet since his early 20’s. A bit old for a jay gee wouldn’t you say? He’s made lieutentant 5 times and been reduced in rank each time. Generally for transgressions such as this.” It was at that point that he decided that Campbell’s punishment would begin with being busted back down to ensign. “The second reason is the man’s a genius. He has a way with computers like no one else. Really he should be at a research institute or back at command but for some reason he loves ship board duty. Two of his promotions and several commendations came about because of his quick thinking and ingenuity when he was the only one able to save his ship. Anyway he usually stays on a ship for a couple of years before his CO is finally able to transfer him off. In the last 6 months Captain Sinclair had tried to get rid of twice but got a big red denied stamped across his paperwork. And that in a very small nutshell is soon to be Ensign Cory Campbell.” “I see.” DeSimms finally said. “Now how about you?” He pointed to the ancient rifle slung over the man’s shoulder. “You’re not one of those history buffs who wants to live in the past. I don’t seem to recall antique firearms as part of the official load out for security officers.” DeSimms grinned. “Well history buff to a degree. I like to collect ancient weaponry. I have quite a collection.” “Really? I’d be interested in seeing that.’ Steele replied noting John’s enthusiasm about the subject. “I don’t officially take over my duties until oh seven hundred tomorrow so I haven’t had a chance to visit the armoury and sign out a personal phaser. When all the commotion broke out I decided to bring along a weapon just in case. Although given the age it may have been more a club then a gun. Mr. Campell is lucky. If I’d had to break it over his head I’d be severely annoyed. It took me awhile to find this baby.” Steele actually laughed at the brief daydream of DeSimm’s beating Mr. Campbell. “Not quite the special forces is it?” “I didn’t expect it to be.” DeSimms answered. “But its certainly been interesting so far. “It is that.” Both came to a stop as they reached the turbolift. “Well Mr. DeSimms I have a meeting to attend and I should let you get back to your unpacking. Don’t worry it may take awhile but you’ll get used to us.” With a wave he stepped into the lift. ***** ***** ***** <snip from Steve’s post> "It's open." He said stifling another yawn. Corbett watched the door slide open and Captain Steele enter the office. "Captain Jack Steele, always an honor to host our commanding officer. Please have a seat sar." He said motioning to one of the chairs in front of his desk. Corbett realized he still had the half empty bottle of tequila and two glasses on the desk. He also saw the that the Captain had noticed too. "May I pour you a glass sar." Corbett said smoothly not missing a beat as he picked up the Tequila bottle. "Where I come from it is unseemly for gentlemen to carry on a conversation at this hour without a small libation." </Snip> “Well I guess that answers my boot legging question.” Steele said as he dropped into the chair across from Stile. He nodded to the doctor who had the bottle poised over Jack’s glass. “Bootlegging captain?” “Yes apparently a junior shuttle pilot diligently doing his duty reported that you may have transported either dangerous substances or contraband aboard my ship.” He picked up the glass and downed it before gesturing to the bottle. “I take it this is part of the evidence.” “That it is.” The doctor confirmed as he refilled the glasses. “But I do keep it for medicinal purposes only. And you sir look like you need a little doctorin’.” “It has been a day that is for sure. How are the men?” “Not good. But they will be. You can count on that. May take awhile especially for young Mr. Tanner but he will be back at it in four to six weeks.” Steele nodded. That was good news indeed and he could feel a lot of the stress bleeding out of him. “Do we need to transfer him to a starbase medical facility?” Stile shook his head. “Don’t need too. It looks bad, hell it is bad. But the healing and the prosthetics are pretty straight forward. I can handle it here no sweat.” “If we leave him on base he’ll likely get poached by some other ship. That is a good news.” He raised his glass in salute before gulping it down. “I aim to please.” “Well with that out of the way. I officially have to investigate the complaint against you. But judging from that bottle I don’t think it will take us too long to get rid of the evidence.” <<<NRPG>>> Cory Campbell may or may not be a reoccurring NPC for us to play around with…if any one is interested. ;-) And a stern reminder to all of you <G> Please include [ORIGINS] in your subject line and please make sure you send your post to the HOOD list *and* the ASR list Starfleet-rpg@yahoogroups.com We don’t want to deprive them of our adventures and more to the point we want to everyone to see how good we are so people will be demanding to get aboard. Still have two empty spots to fill. Also, quick questions. We’ll be starting the mission this week. It will take a couple of ship board days to get from the Starbase to our destination. Do you want to have some time to work on CD or do you want me to set it up that we start having arrived. I’m easy so let me know if you prefer either. Respectfully, Andy Catterick CAPT Jack Steele CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Bootleggers Revenge
by Apple, Steve
SD: 2260.160 MD: -6.1800 Scene: CMO's Office, USS Hood </Snip from Captain Steele's All in a Day's Work> "I officially have to investigate the complaint against you. But judging from that bottle I don't think it will take us too long to get rid of the evidence." Steele said smiling. </snip> "I wouldn't worry about it too much." Corbett said pouring them both another glass. Steele gave the doctor a quizzical look as he sipped his third glass. "And why is that?" "I have a feeling Mr. Maxwell's complaint will be met with a great deal of skepticism. I noticed he wasn't looking very well during our landing approach." Corbett said smiling. "In fact he seemed quite shaky." "Not because you did anything to him, correct doctor?" Steele asked. "Sar I'm a man of medicine anything I do is strictly in the interest of public health." Corbett said flashing another toothy grin as he sipped from his own glass. "I took the liberty of contacting one of the Flight Surgeons at Starbase 27, an old Med-Academy roommate of mine, which is neither here nor there. Anyway I just happened to mention that Mr. Maxwell appeared to have what seemed to me a case of Andronesian Encephalitis. Well wouldn't you know it he agreed with me and has quarantined our young friend." Corbett saw the Captains face and put up a hand. "Oh don't worry I had the Science Department do a sensor sweep of the ship and she's clean. It's logged in my official medical report. As for Mr. Maxwell he'll be fine. The illness is quite harmless and very treatable, but it does lend itself to delusions and hallucinations. Unfortunate, but anything the man has seen and done over the last 72 hours is definitely questionable." Steele tried not to smile at his new doctor. The man was as they had said very much a character. "Ah huh, well from my end I don't see any evidence that his allegations were true." Steele said pouring off the rest of the bottle into their glasses. "I never had a doubt sar. Good tequila never lasts very long." Corbett said raising his glass. "No it never does." Steele agreed. "On another note I am concerned about what happened today. There was no excuse for it." Corbett said his voice tinged with anger "It was an accident." The Captain said not sure where this was going. "In fact Gar is trying to get to the bottom of it as we speak." "I wasn't talking about the accident, no one could have foresee such a thing happening. I'm talking about the trauma team. My medics are good men, but their response time today was unacceptable." "I won't second guess you doctor, but it seemed to me they got to Engineering just a minute or two after we did." "As far as an emergency is concerned they were late. I don't ever want to see treatment delayed to any patient on this ship." "I take it you're going somewhere with this?" Steele asked. "Yes I am. I've looked over the ship's crew roster and I found that a few departments have personnel who have qualified as medics. The trouble is they're not in key departments. I want to cross train personnel from Engineering, Auxiliary Control, and the Bridge as medics. I want someone around who can render aid until me, or one of my team gets there. It could be the difference between life and death for the crew and the ship." "I agree that it would be useful to have a medic in those departments, go ahead and start your cross training program as long as it doesn't interfere with their primary duties. "That's fair. One other thing before you head out Captain. How much combat do you think this ship will see?" "I don't really know. It would be nice to think we will be on peaceful missions of exploration, but we both know that may not always be the case." Steele said then chiding him. "Why doctor don't tell me you're afraid of a little phaser fire." "Pasers, no." Corbett said shaking his head. "Transporters now that's a different story entirely." "So why the combat question?" Steele asked "After my teams performance today I want to make sure my department and every department on this ship knows what to do in a mass casualty situation. I'd like to run a mass casualty drill and usurp some cargo bay space as a mock triage and holding area." "Again that's a reasonable request, one we should implement as soon as possible. I'll let the senior staff know I'm in agreement. However, the department heads may have some questions for you." Steele replied. "I welcome the exchange sar. I never want anyone to say I wasn't thinking about the crew and fell down medically." "Quite the contrary doctor," Steele said pushing his chair back and standing. "Medically I've heard you're one of the best and given what I've seen I have to agree with them; however ethically…" "Yes, yes I know." Corbett said interrupting him. "My moral character flaws could be used as a template for the most ruthless of badly behaved Orions." "So you know the rumors." Steele said smiling and headed for the door. "Night doctor and it's good to have you aboard." "Thank you Captain." Corbett said as the door to his office closed then added to himself. "I just hope neither of us regrets it." Respectfully Submitted, Steve Apple Stile Corbett, MD MED, USS Hood NCC-1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Cory Cory Cory
by Mansur, Brian
Scene: Junior Officer's Quarters, USS HOOD SD 2260.168 Merrick clenched his fist until his nails dug into his palms. He so much wanted to strangle Cory Campbell that he was seriously doubting the wisdom of dealing with the man just now. The man was practically untouchable and Merrick darn well knew it. Punishing Cory too severely might end both Steele's *and* Merrick's careers. But as the First Officer, it was Merrick's job to deal with delinquent junior officers like Campbell. Besides which, Campbell had served under Merrick when he had been Chief Engineer. This would not be their first unpleasant conversation. The new(est) Chief Engineer, Gar Th'elenth, had offered to be present. Full Andorian intimidation mode could be an effective behavioral modifier. Merrick had politely declined the help. He knew Gar would have plenty of chances to lean on Cory in the future. For something this volatile, Merrick thought it best for the HOOD that they expose the fewest number to a politcally unsavory situation. And at the end of the day, Merrick sighed inwardly, Cory was not a bad person. He was just a 40 year old, self-absorbed child with a fair genius for computer engineering systems. Now, that child had to get time out and a lecture. After announcing himself, Merrick solomly tread into the newly demoted ensign's quarters. They were "regulation" cluttered as befitting the unspoken standard of living conditions among engineers. Cory, having a presence of mind for once, had actually come to attention. Merrick shook his head in utter frustration. He stared at Cory for long moments. He saw in him a big kid who knew he was in trouble and was ego stroking his parents in hopes of receiving the least inconvenient punishment possible. Merrick wondered: did he care about the man his carelessness had injured? Was there a twinge of conscience deep down. Of empathy? Of real regret? Would Merrick be wasting his time if he even asked? Merrick decided to get to the point. "We really can't have you screwing up anymore Campbell. You pull stunts like yesterday again and quite simply your teflon status won't matter anymore. You have a new supervisor. In case you haven't met him, he's an Andorian. You do know what that means right? A semblance of understanding played across Cory's face. "Why in the world do you even want to be out here Cory? Since you came abord, you've royally mess things up as much as you've helped." Something in Cory seemed to break. "Commander," he stammered. "I'd like to think I'm here for the same reasons everyone else is." "Meaning?" "Well, what better place is there to be? Where else is the great adventure?" Merrick felt a sting of pain and, to his surpise, a stab of jealousy. "You selfish idiot! Is that why the doc has to patch up my people? Because Cory wants an adventure? People die out here You almost killed one of them yesterday. It isn't fun cleaning up after you Cory. You got that?!" "Yes sir," he said meekly. "I .. I want to help." "Then get in line. Get out of line again and I swear to you that you'll spend the reset of your tour in the brig. I'll do whatever it takes to keep my people safe from you. As it is you're confined until the Captain feels like letting you run loose again." NRPG: Just wrapping up the loose ends of the engineering accident. Respectfully Submitted, Brian V. Mansur LCDR Sean Merrick FO/NAV, USS HOOD
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: There Will Be Blood
by Mansur, Brian
Scene: Klingon Ship Yards, Jutoige System. SD 2260.168 Klingon Commodore Koreth took a minute to appreciate the magnificent view outside his shore office's window. He beheld the empire's newest B-10 Dreadnaught, the BLOOD OATH. Its gleaming greenish grey hull shown brilliantly in the worklights of drydock and the sight swelled his heart with pride. All around the B10 were signs of feverish activity. He watched flickering welding arcs across the dorsal port nacelle: extra armor plating being applied. Shuttles and cargo pods glided gracefully to and from loading bays. Warriors and technicians could be seen moving across the airlock bridge. He checked his chrono. The BLOOD OATH would be fully provisioned for her first mission in less than forty hours. Wholly satisfied with his view, Koreth didn't even bother to turn when his aide, Captain Par'rick, entered the office. "My lord," Par'rick began, "Word came just a few minutes ago. The High Chancellor has given us the order to launch." Koreth allowed the side of his mouth to creep upward. He gripped at the hilt of his d'k tahg in anticipation. "Are the Federation forces sending what we had hoped for?" "According to Intelligence, we can expect one of their newest battlecruisers to be in the area sometime in the next few months." Now Koreth was smiling. The promise of battle called out to his blood. "Do we have the name of the ship yet?" "Not as yet. We may not get the name until after the operation has begun." Koreth was in too good a mood now, so he merely shrugged. "A minor ingredient. The dish will hardly be lacking for it." "As you say, my lord," Captain Par'rick hadn't seen his commander this abulient since, well, since the NARANDA incident. "What of the supply tugs," Koreth waved at the flotilla of box-like vessels several bays down from the B10. "Will they be ready in time?" Captain Par'rick wanted to laugh. "The new support commander is living up to his reputation. I hear he actually skinned a dock loader this morning. The pelt is still hanging in the muster deck. Koreth snarled approvingly, "Then we will rely on the logistics train to leave with us on schedule for a change." Turning now to his subordinate, Koreth remarked, "New blood. New motivation." "Indeed, my lord." Koreth walked up to Par'rick and clasped his shoulder. "You see my old friend, our humiliation at Nero's hand is serving a better purpose just as I said." He let go and moved to his desk. On it lay a piece of his old warbird, the Mar'i'kep, which he had lost to Nero. He fingered it affectionately. Through it called the voices of a hundred warriors. In his mind, they shouted, "Redemption!" After such a crushing defeat, only great deeds could win back the honor they had lost. This mission would be the first step toward rebuilding that honor. "Let me know when the provisioning is completed and I'll make my inspection," Koreth said, snapping out of his reverie. Par'rick took note of his dismissal, saluted with a sharp "Qapla' joHwI!" and exited the Commodore's office. Koreth returned to his battle plans. It would not be long before the Klingons Empire would be ready for its war of conquest. Ironically, that pa-TAK Nero had made it all possible. Power often made one foolish. It had certainly made the mightiest of fools out of the Klingon High Council. They had been the ones to blindly send the bulk of their fleet against Nero. Instead of testing their enemy first for weaknesses, everyone from the chancellor to the council to the fleet commodore had agreed to simply throw everything they could at the brazen intruder. That day they had learned the value of probing their enemy first. But the lesson had cost the Klingon Empire far too much. For their ignominious failure, much of the council had been swiftly put to death in an unrelenting string of Succession Challenges that lasted two days. Klingon honor demanded no less to remedy their shame. After all, a mighty Klingon armada had been defeated by just one single ship. By a single *MINING* ship! BY A SINGLE KAH'LES DAMNED *ROMULAN* MINING SHIP!!! Thank Kah'less that the new Chancellor was an able warrior: bold but shrewd. At his direction, Koreth would lure one of the Federation's best ships into battle along the deep space frontier. It would serve as an effective test of both sides' newest starship designs, tactics, and training. Koreth almost envied his Federation prey. Their valiant deaths would be fit for a Klingon. But he did not expect them to appreciate the glorious defeat he would give them. NRPG: A mission brief will be forthcoming in the next day or two. Basically, we are being tasked to find out why some deep range colonies are silent. Time to go forth and do great deeds! Respectfully Submitted, Brian V. Mansur LCDR Sean Merrick FO/NAV, USS HOOD
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Cleanup in Aisle Everywhere"
by Lusby, Scott
SD: 2260.168 MD: -5.1314 Setting: Main engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth was in a decidedly POOR mood. And, as he rubbed his pale-blue head, it was not getting any better. So far, in his first few days as the Chief of Engineering, he's had two crew injured- one serious enough to put him out of commission for several weeks- and cascading failures of terminals, EPS taps and junctions all over the ship. Surely the gods must be testing him... A few good things came out of everything, however: first and most importantly, they learned that they had a top-notch doctor amongst them. Which, on a starship, was good to know. Secondly, Gar continued to muse, the cascading failure of systems and taps ended up being a simple explanation: Cory Campbell. Th'elenth had wanted to tear the sorry excuse for an officer apart for accidentally activating the ship's 'chaos system'- no small feat seeing as how the button to activate the system was under one of those ubiquitous clear plastic shields. True, not the most fool-proof of systems, but still not easy to accidentally set off. Of course, now he would make certain the system could not be set off by accident again- especially if Cory Campbell was going to continue to be working in the same area. He glanced down at the tablet in front of him: the repair schedule, and it was full. The DamCon teams were not very happy at all, but Gar managed to turn the whole matter into a combat exercise, so at least there was something productive there as well: his teams would be well-drilled in combat damage control procedures... At that moment, Th'elenth's stomach growled. Without a second thought, he dropped the tablet onto his desk, and lifted himself from his chair. He walked out of his office, and called to his assistant. "I'm at lunch- don't bother me unless the ship's about to explode." As he walked through the doors of engineering and into the corridor, there was a part of him that thought that that exact occurrence might just happen. ***** MD: -5.1326 Setting: Officer's Mess, D-Deck, USS HOOD Gar walked through the doors and into the mess hall, hoping that perhaps a nice bite to eat would improve his disposition. He ordered his food; when it came out, he brought the plate up to his nose, and inhaled deeply, grinning. "And what are you grinning at today, Gar?" ARr'Rhiana Hemux asked, mimicking his won grin. "I acquired a taste for le-matya chops several years ago," he said. "Can't get'em any more, but fortunately the food replicators have them in their program." He paused, shrugging. "Not quite the same as the real thing, you understand, but an acceptable alternative- especially after the couple of days we've had." Hemux nodded. "I hear that," she said as she ordered her lunch. The two of them sat at an empty table and, in between morsels of meat, vegetables and starches, had an interesting conversation about nothing in particular. By the time lunch was over, Gar was in a decidedly better mood. <Dave? Care to add anything? Specifics of the conversation? Warp theories? :) > <<NRPG>> All- Just getting something short out before we get into our mission. :) Respectfully submitted, -- Scott Lusby /\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth Chief Engineer USS HOOD NCC-1703 ASR: ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: You're a Big Hero!
by Cajiuat, Eric
SD 2260.169 "I'm telling you, it WASN'T me!" Chance Ventura pounded on his cell wall in frustration, "You've got the wrong guy!" "Sure, sure," the burly security officer on duty (whom Chance learned earlier was named Nek, probably for the massive column of flesh that supported his bald head) didn't even look up from his PADD as he sipped a cold cup of coffee. "It was someone ELSE who started the fight in the bar... he just looked a lot like you." Chance ran his fingers through his hair angrily. "Well, no, that was me, but the other guy was hassling some girl." The security officer didn't even look up. "You're a big hero." "You are SO messing with Starfleet protocol here, sir!" Chance tried one more time, "I'm the new helmsman for the Hood and YOU'RE going to be the one explaining to the Captain why we're still sitting in spacedock instead of being enroute to our next mission. Besides, I'm under his authority in these matters, not yours!" That actually provoked a response. Unfortunately, it wasn't a good one. "Oh really?" Nek slipped his booted feet off his desk and spun in his chair to face Chance for the first time. "How much time do you need for me to explain to you exactly how little Starfleet protocol means to mean? It didn't stop me from getting kicked out of the Academy, and it's not going to help you out here. Not one bit. So sit down, relax and if you know what's good for you, shut up and we'll talk in the morning." Respectfully, Eric Cajiuat Ensign Chance Ventura HELM, USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: And So It Begins
by Catterick, Andy
SD: 2260.170.20:30 MD: 0.07:00 Scene: Admiral Palmer’s Briefing Room “Have a seat gentlemen.” Plamer said without preamble as Steele and Merrick entered her briefing room. “Captain what is HOOD’s status?” “We’re ready to depart at the conclusion of this meeting admiral.” “Good. You’ll need to.” She turned her attention to her computer terminal and entered a few commands before swiveling in her chair to regard the wall monitor that had just come to life. The top half showed a large expanse in red below a similar one shaded in blue. A white line meandered across the screen dividing them roughly in half denoting the neutral zone between the two polities. “This is Outpost five, six and seven. Over the past three weeks each of them has dropped off the grid. Five and six just went silent. We got this from seven.” The view changed to a still shot of what was obviously an outpost control room. The room was full of smoke and at least two fires were raging in the scattered debris in the background. Several officers were slumped over controls one with a large piece of a support strut impaled through his back. Steele’s first thought was, ‘that’s Tom Robertson’. They had been friends in the Academy and had occasionally bumped into each other over the years. He has heard Tom had been promoted to command of an outpost but he didn’t know it was out on the Neutral Zone. That was a prestigious posting, and a dangerous one. The video began. “….repeat we our under attacker by unknown vessel or vessels. Re….immediate assistance. Came out of nowh…irst sign was subspace jam... sensors picked up large vessel but am unable to ascertain class or origin.” The room bucked after taking another hit and someone off camera began to scream. “Command we need…” The screen went dark and Steele knew he had just watched his friend Tom die. “Comments?” “A probe.” Steele answered. “Testing out defences. Possibly clearing a path for an incursion.” Steele pointedly did not use the word invasion. “Or maybe provoking us, seeing what our response will be.” “You think the Klingons want to tangle with a CONSITUTION? See if they are up to all the hype?” Merrick asked. Steele nodded. “Makes sense. Better to find out at a time of their choosing rather then one beneficial to us.” “That’s is Commands conclusions as well. And while the general consensus is that our attackers are Klingons there is no evidence whatsoever that it is, other then the proximity to their space.” “So they’ve wiped out three outposts to bait us. Isn’t that an act of war.” Merrick asked. “It is.” Palmer agreed. “If it was sanctioned by the Klingon government.” Steele nodded. “So if we go out there and they are able to take us out. No one knows anything and if we managed to identify them as Klingons and send them packing?” “Exactly. The Klingon government denies any official knowledge of the incursion and puts it down to an overzealous Klingon commander acting on his own.” “And the Federation isn’t going to push? Anyone can see though that smoke screen.” “The Federation is not looking to start a war with the Klingons at this time. HOOD is the only starship in the area. I’ve dispatched the destroyers CUMBERLAND and DIEPPE to assist but they are several days behind. Given the nature of the threat we can’t seem to be hesitating. We need to respond quickly and decisively. Your mission is to go out there ascertain the situation and make sure that whoever it is that has launched these attacks understands that we aren’t planning on allowing them through the door. Clear?” “Yes sir.” Steele answered. “Good hunting gentlemen.” ***** ***** ***** Scene: Main Corridor, Starbase 27. Jack flipped open his communicator. “Steele to HOOD.” [HOOD here. Commander Th'elenth.] “Commander, Mr. Merrick and I are on our way back to the ship. As soon as we come aboard I want HOOD to break orbit. Set course for the neutral zone warp factor five.” [Understood captain.] “Thank you Gar. Steele out.” He flipped the communicator closed and attached it to his waist belt. “So what do you think?” “I think that I was expecting our first mission to be a milk run and as much as I was dreading that being true I’m suddenly missing it. This has got nasty trap written all over it.” “It does.” Steele agreed. “I just hope we arrive before Outpost 8 goes down.” “At least they have much better defences then the other three.” Outposts 5, 6 and 7 had been dug into large stationary asteroids. Outpost 8 was actually on a planet and was a fairly large facility and acted as the headquarters for this section of the Neutral Zoan early warning grid. They had little in the way of weapons but their defensive shielding was surprisingly strong. They wouldn’t be able to hold off an attacker firing from orbit forever. But they could hold out much longer then their smaller sisters. Jack just hoped it would be long enough. <<<NRPG>>> And so it begins. From here we will journey out towards Outpost 7 with the goal of finding any evidence as to who the attacker is and where they are. As we get closer we’ll get an alert form Outpost 8 that they are under attack. As we arrive we’ll see a Klingon cruiser warping out of the system. HOOD will stop in orbit long enough to drop down a support team containing, engineers, medics and a large security contingent. (perhaps the Klingons beamed down some of their troopers) From their HOOD will chase the cruiser. If you have a preference of where you want your character to be let me know. (I’m sure you can field a NPC or two so you can write for both submissions is you so desire.) Now who will command the Landing Party in this TOS era mission? ;-) Respectfully, Andy CDR Jack Steele Acting CO USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Saddle Up!
by Mansur, Brian
SD 2260.175 Scene: Conference Room, USS HOOD "Captain on the deck!" As one, the HOOD's senior staff jumped to their feet. Inwardly, Steele felt a twinge of awe at the responsibility this simple act represented. It brought a sense of "Oh crap, I really have to make this work or people die and the're looking to me for direction." In that sobering light, the glory attached to Captain's rank didn't seem all that important as it once did when he'd been a junior officer. Forcing doubt out of his mind, Steele went straight to his chair. "Have a seat everyone. This will be quick." He made a brief measuring survey of the faces at the table. Everyone seemed to understand something serious was going down. He didn't disappoint them. "Outposts 5, 6, and 7 along the farthest end of the Klingon Neutral Zone just went silent. All within the last 48 hours." He heard a tiny gasp from AR'Rhiana Hemux and Powers. Half of room traded astonished glances. Steele raised his voice in urgency. "We have confirmation that Outpost 7 was attacked by an unknown vessel. No word as yet on numbers 5 and 6 but we are assuming the same happened there." "Damn Klingons," DeSimms muttered. The comment drew murmurs of agreement. "Probably," Steele concurred. "We're going to conduct search and rescue beginning at Outpost 7. It's first on the road to Outpost 8 which is hollering for some company. At each post along the way, LT ARr'Rahiana will scan for evidence of whomever did this." Steele took a breath. "We're not at war yet, but we could very well be soon. Expect a fight. So, while we're en route, I want all departments participating in the mass cal and boarding party action drills Doc Corbett, DeSimms, and Merrick will be running. Questions?" NRPG: Everyone feel free to jump in on the fun with the drills. Post on that will be forthcoming later today. Respectfully Submitted, Brian V. Mansur LCDR Sean Merrick FO/NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Big Damn Drill - Red vs Gold! - JP
by Belin, Daniel; Apple, Steve; Mansur, Brian
SD 2260.174 [ 24 Hours Before Mission Briefing in [ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Saddle Up! ] Scene: Brig, USS HOOD The door tone rang and DeSimms looked up from a pile of paperwork. Who the hell needed him now, he wondered. His first visitor that day had been a lovely young woman who turned out to be his SECXO. His second, however, had been engineering's Now-Ensign Campbell. That piece of work left him feeling less than hospitable. Still, he reflected, the record on pretty things walking through his door did stand at 1 for 2. Not too awful bad. So he pressed the ENTER button. The man standing in the door wore a medical division uniform. His old-style 'cowboy' hat lent a air of boldness to his eyes. DeSimms assumed this was the new medical officer, Dr. Stile Corbett. Swallowing his mild disappointment at the doc not being a beautiful woman, he welcomed him in. "What can I do for you, Doctor?" "Lieutenant DeSimms, I prasume," Corbett drawled. "That would be me." "Pleased to make your acquaintance," the Doctor said with a hardy handshake. Then he frowned and adjusted his hat. "I need your help with a matter of some grave importance. After that mishap in engineering, I noticed that this ship is a bit behind on its disaster response." Corbett suddenly noticed something over DeSimms' shoulder. "Is that a Colt Python on the wall back there?" he asked in awe. "Why yes it is." DeSimms was tickled. He'd met precious few in Starfleet who could appreciate a fine antique weapon. And the last person he'd expected to notice his Python was a physician. He beamed. "It's the pride of my collection. Matter of fact," he added with chagrin, "it is the only one that works exactly as it's supposed to." Corbett put his left boot on the chair next to him. The Security Chief raised an eyebrow. "You might like this," Corbett said, pulling up his trouser leg and slipping his revolver from its ankle holster. Gingerly, he handed it to DeSimms. "This sar is a .38 Colt Cobra. It has been the backup gun for every Texas Ranger named Corbett for the last 300 years. My daddy passed it to me just before he died." DeSimms took up the revolver almost reverently. "Very nice indeed doctor." "Thank you sar. It is one of my prized pieces. More for sentimental reasons than anything else, of course. Though I have to say the trigger action is very smooth. It's nice to see someone else aboard who enjoys vintage firearms." DeSimms handed back the Colt. Returning to business, he said, "So tell me, where you want to go with these drills? If we are going to do full scale emergency drills, we should also do heavy combat and security alert scenarios as well." "I agree," the doctor said. "The drill needs to be shipwide. The crew needs to know what to do with the wounded in heavy combat. "My plan is to set up mock triage and emergency surgical areas in cargo bays 4 through 6. From there, critical patients will be transferred to main sickbay for further surgical and medical treatment. I will have 6 trauma teams dispatched to critical areas of the ship to deliver immediate care and transport those patients to the cargo bays. I wanted to cover some of the logistics with you. With security drills added to the mix, we should get our people aware of each other's deployment plans so that they aren't running over each other." "I like it," DeSimms said. He moved over to his Colt Python and pulled it down for Corbett to have a closer look. "Come to think of it, I wonder what the FO would think about NAV and HELM playing our adversaries." They both smiled wolfishly. [ 6 hours AFTER the Mission Briefing in [ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Saddle Up! ] Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD Merrick eased himself into the captain's chair and played a finger over the shipwide mic switch. The salutory "whooowuu" sounded through every deck and cabin of the HOOD. "Attention all hands," his voice echoed. He spared a quick wink at the doctor standing by his side. The fun was about to begin. "This is the First Officer. This is an exercise. General Quarters!" Klaxons immediately blared and the bridge lights switched to crimson filters. He went up to the helm station, tapped a sequence, then gripped the edge of the station. The ship shuddered briefly. The navigator on duty piped up. "Shields down, Commander. Damage to decks C, D, J, and M." "Dispatch damage control teams," he ordered. Presently, he slid back into his chair and slapped a switch. "Merrick to transporter room. Ready with the first wave of boarders." [ I'm going to kick your ass, Merrick ] came Steele's mischievious reply. He and ENS Ventura were leading the simulated Klingon attack. [ Transporting now. ] A few moments passed. "Intruder alert J deck, forward weapons control, sir," came Powers' cool voice from Communications. "Security teams to foward weapons," Merrick ordered. Aside to Corbett he added conspiratorially, "Next time maybe we'll assault sick bay." Corbett leaned in. "Where's tha sport in that? The medics would wipe you out so fast that there would be nothing for anyone else to do but clean up the mess." Merrick smiled and waved him off. "Speaking of a mess." He hit the comm, "ARr'Rhiana Hemux, cue your mass casualties." Then to Corbett he said, "Go have fun doc." NRPG (Brian): It's RED vs GOLD! Scott, you may have noticed that your damage control teams are headed to J deck where the boarding parties are. Hope you're with the redshirts. David, your science department casualties are also role-playing there. Anyone can jump in on the action. Grab a phaser and set it to stun! Eric, you there buddy? You've got a team to lead into role-playing glory. Andy, since the Gold shirts are pretending to be Klingons, Steele might want to watch his back. Ventura's first duty as an officer is to assasignate him <EG>. Respectfully Submitted Jointly by, Daniel Belin LT John DeSimms SEC, USS HOOD NCC-1703 Steve Apple LT Stile H. Corbett MED, USS HOOD NCC-1703 Brian V. Mansur LCDR Sean Merrick FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Seeing Gold"
by Lusby, Scott
SD: 2260.175 MD: 1.1458 (About 6 hours after the mission briefing in "Saddle Up!") Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth took a moment to glance at his situation display, and, seeing as how nothing had changed since the LAST time he'd looked 35 seconds ago, he sighed, and his antennae shuffled. Gar wasn't sure why he was so anxious, and told himself that feeling so was ridiculous at this point, as he had his department organized and ready: one of his lieutenants was devoted solely to the health and happiness of the warp core and engines, and was assisted by one of the new ensigns on board; he had officers supervising the maintenance of ship's phasers and photon torpedoes, another the maintenance of its shields and point-defense systems, each assisted by a junior officer; he had still another officer supervising the maintenance of the ship's electro-plasma systems, and another supervising the smaller impulse engine room up on F-Deck. On top of this, Gar had put another officer in charge of the life-support systems, which not only included the air, food and water systems, but also the artificial gravity systems and the inertial dampeners; he definitely wanted someone with an eye on those at all times. These divisions within Engineering accounted for roughly half of his personnel. The other half were assigned to the department's largest division: Damage Control. This division was headed by his assistant Chief Engineer and supported by the remaining officer allotted to him by Personnel. DC was made up of over 100 ratings and crewmen, grouped into small 6-person teams, each with a balance of specialties when practical. Gar had been drilling his new divisions for the past few days as a department, letting his engineers get a feel for doing their jobs under the 'controlled chaos' that so often accompanied combat situations. And they were getting better, after a rough start: 5 days ago, it was taking way too long to get the teams to their proper battle stations. But the last day and a half had seen marked improvements; their responses weren't fluid- yet...but they were working in that direction. He was proud of the progress his department had made in such a short time. He sighed again as he glanced at the time on his console- 1501 hours. **I just hope that they do as well as they had been in a ship-wide drill,** he thought just as the ship's comm whistled. [[[This is the First Officer. This is an exercise. General Quarters!]]] Gar glanced up at his assistant. "All right- let's go!" Gar shouted. "All teams to battle stations!" As officers, ratings and crewmen scurried around engineering like so many ants, the ship shuddered. Instantly, Gar saw several icons on his master status change from green to yellow, even to red in some cases. "Shields are down- let's get DC-3 down there to help the Shield techs get them back up," Gar said to his assistant next to him, trying to project a calm demeanor amongst the escalating fury. "Aye, Commander," the assistant shouted, and began routing the teams. "We also need to get damage control teams to C, D, J and M-decks; send EPS and Life-Support teams along with them," Gar added. "Aye, Commander," his assistant repeated. "Damage control teams to C, D, J and M-decks; EPS and Life Support teams to C, D, J and M-decks..." ***** MD: 1.1508 Setting: J-Deck, near forward weapons control, USS HOOD Electronics Technician 3rd Class Tam Sh'raavan peered into his tricorder. "I have a simulated fire at Junction J-17," he said. "What's causing it?" asked Chief Damage Controlman Antares Kowalczyk, DC-1's team leader. "Ruptured EPS junction," Sh'raavan said, his blue antennae wiggling. "Probably took out the fire suppressions systems in this junction when it blew." Kowalczyk nodded. "Alright- seal 'em up, go personal, get out your fire suppression gear." Everyone on the team immediately unzipped the hood from the neck of their suit and, having pulled it tight over their heads, pressed a button. Suddenly, the hood grew a greenish-tinged mask, covering their entire face and neck, sealing against the neck of the suit with an audible hiss. "Personal environmentals operational," Sh'raavan said as he reached around to his backpack and pulled out the small, red cylinder of fire suppressant. Normally, the canisters carried a foam specially designed to suppress electro-plasma fires quickly without damaging the ship's subsystems or pose a biological threat to the crew. Today, however, since it was a drill, the triggers had been fitted with a small computer chip, which allowed no fire suppressant to be released, but gave any tricorder or ship monitoring system the impression of putting out the fire. [[[OK- let's move, people,]]] Kowalczyk said, his voice now having a 'canned' quality to it. As they approached the junction, the ship's comm system whistled in everyone's ears. [[[Security teams to forward weapons,]]] Sh'raavan glanced at Kowalczyk. [[[Chief, isn't that where Junction J-17 --]]] The Chief cut her off. [[[Yes, it is- now let's get that fire put out before it spreads and does any more damage," he said. As they approached the junction, they saw a bunch of shadows dancing on the wall across from the 'fire.' Chief Kowalczyk stopped Sh'raavan with an arm across her chest. [[[Wait,]]] he said. Glancing over his shoulder, he nodded at one of the newer members of the engineering department, Crewman Thompson. [[[Go take a peek,]]] he said, [[[and be CAREFUL.]]] Thompson grinned beneath his mask. [[[Sure, Chief,]]] he said, and moved to the corner. When he got there, he slowly peered around the corner. Carefully, he turned around and shuffled back to their location. [[[It's Captain Steele,]]] he said. [[[He's got about a dozen men with him, and they're all armed.]]] [[[What are they doing?]]] [[[It looks like they're trying to cut through the bulkhead to get into Forward Weapons Control,]]] he said. [[[It's a little hard to tell; all they're doing is pointing phasers at the bulkhead next to the door.]]] He glanced at Sh'raavan. [[[The fire's right across from them; it's bound to be giving them a hard time,]]] he thought. Sh'raavan nodded. "EPS fires are nothing to play with, Chief,]]] he said. [[[They'd need to get that fire out themselves if they were seeking to maintain control of that room.]]] Kowalczyk shook his head, pulling his phaser out. [[[We can't make that assumption; they could just as easily be looking to take out our ability to fight,]]] he said. [[[We can't wait for Security- we have to try to slow them down and stop them now or we'll never get that fire out.]]] They all nodded; everyone in the DC team knew that, though there were 13 men trying to burn a way into Forward Weapons, the biggest threat to their safety by far was the EPS fire. If they didn't contain it, and soon, they'd loose the deck...and that would spell disaster- a simulated one, yes, but a disaster nonetheless. [[[OK- when we get to the intersection, take two others and run across to the other side,]]] the Chief said to Sh'raavan. [[[The rest of you take cover with me and help me lay down some covering fire. Then we take out as many as we can.]]] The approached the corner of the junction; Kowlaczyk kneeled down and, peering around the corner, aimed his weapon and fired. Of course, nothing happened; however, suddenly, one of the gold-shirted invasion party's uniform began to chirp loudly, then another, and another. <<NRPG>> All- Just getting the war games started. I believe that's REDSHIRTS= 3, GOLDSHIRTS= NIL. ;) I'm assuming that Daniel will have a team down here in short order by now. But who knows what else the Captain has up his sleeve. And of course there's the small matter of the simulated EPS fire. ;) I also took the liberty of setting the mission date, since this is the day our mission really begins. I hope that's OK...I was starting to have some trouble figuring out what was happening when. Respectfully Submitted, -- Scott Lusby /\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth Chief Engineering Officer USS HOOD NCC-1703 ASR: ORIGINS And CDM Antares Kowalczyk ET3 Tam Sh'raavan And the rest of Damage Control Team #1
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Scalpels are a Doctor's Best Friend
by Apple, Steve
SD: 2260.175 MD: 1.1458 [Snip from Brian's Post Big Damn Drill - Red vs Gold] Merrick smiled and waved him off. "Speaking of a mess." He hit the comm, "ARr'Rhiana Hemux, cue your mass casualties." Then to Corbett he said, "Go have fun doc." [End Snip] Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD "I believe I shall sar," Corbett said leaving the XO at the Command Chair. After a few steps he turned back to the man. "Oh, I almost forgot, please have someone tell the Red Shirts that the gentleman with the cowboy hat is on their side." "I'll be sure to tell them, but you might want to take it off anyway. It kind of makes you a conspicuous target for some Gold shirted Klingon." Merrick said smiling. "Remove my hat sar, in the thick of battle." Corbett responded a look of mock horror on his face. "That would be sacrilegious sar. Like my ancestors at the Alamo I shall die with my boots and hat in place." Corbett turned and headed for the Turbo Lift not waiting for Merrick's response. "Corbett to Triage" He said into his communicator. "Grey here Cowboy." The female voice said. "Mother, you got wounded coming in from the Science dept. have Dr. Kavlin prep the surgical and intensive care units down in Sickbay." "We'll be ready when they get here." She said then added. "Are you heading here to the cargo bay, or down to sickbay?" "I'll be moving between both, as well as keeping track of the trauma teams." He answered. "Try not to get killed, or do anything stupid." She admonished. "Yes Mother, Corbett out." He said as he closed the communicator, but as an afterthought he flipped it back open. "Corbett to Orange Team." "Orange Team, Pearson here." "Pearson I want you and your team to stay low. You've got intruders on J-deck with you and the last thing I need is the team that's supposed to be rendering aid getting shot up." "Yes sir, son of a …" Was all Corbett could make out as he heard a loud chirping sound and the link went dead. "Damn it Pearson." Corbett yelled as he flipped his communicator closed and dashed into the Turbo lift. "J-deck." He said to the lift and wondered what in the hell he was going to do when he got down there. "Computer," Corbett said as the Turbo lift began its movement to J-deck. "Working." The metallic voice answered. "From this Turbo lift how do I get to Forward Weapons Control?" "The most direct route is to take Turbo lift to J-deck." The computer answered. Corbett rolled his eyes and marveled at the literalness of the computer. "Once the Turbo lift reaches J-deck how do I get to Forward Weapons Control?" "Proceed approximately 30 meters from the Turbo lift and at the second intersection turn left. From there proceed another 25 meters and at the first intersection turn right and proceed for 10 meters to destination." The doors to the Turbo lift opened revealing the corridor, its emptiness eerie. Corbett followed the computers directions, but ducked into the corridor on the right at the first intersection when he saw a Gold Shirted Ensign moving stealthily against the wall. After a moment he took a quick glance around the corner, it was clear and he followed the Ensign at a safe distance. He could hear the noise grow louder as he approached. Taking a quick glance around the second corner he saw a group dressed in red coveralls crouched low and firing phasers at the intersection ahead. The Gold shirt was moving in behind them trying to pin them down. Corbett reached for the phaser he had forgotten to bring along. "Damn it." He cursed to himself. Then out of instinct his hand went to his boot and the colt cobra pistol he kept there. He thought about it for a moment, but decided against shooting the sneaky little Ensign. Instead he reached into the Emergency Trauma Kit he remembered to bring. "Pst, hey kid," He whispered loud enough to cause the Ensign to turn toward him. The Ensigns eyes went wide as he turned and his personal sensor started chirping. Immediately three of the men in red coverall's turned and fired toward the chirping causing Corbett to drop to the deck before his own sensor triggered due to friendly fire. "He's down already." Corbett said to the men then stood and clapping the kid on the shoulder "It's over son, I'm sorry." "But how, you didn't even have a phaser?" The Ensign asked. "Never bring a knife to a gun fight unless you're a surgeon." Corbett replied smiling as he held up his laser scalpel. "I just triggered your sensor, they're the ones that actually phasered you." "That's not fair." The Ensign complained. "Sure kid and shooting an unarmed doctor would have been." "I wouldn'…" The Ensign stopped himself and nodded at the doctor as he headed toward the turbo lift. "Wait a minute kid I'll take that." Corbett said grabbing the man's phaser and then he turned and ran back down the hall to the men in red coveralls. "What the hell are you doing down here doc." One of the men asked as Corbett slid down next to them. "Doing something stupid to be sure," Corbett said then asked. "Who's in charge here?" "Me, Chief Kowlaczyk unless you want the job." "Absolutely not sar, being a figure of authority goes against my ethics. I'm now your new field medic." "That's good cause your team got its ticket punched awhile ago by the Captain." "Well then I would say revenge is in order." Respectfully Submitted, Steve Apple Dr. Stile Corbett CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 ASR: ORIGINS
[ORIGINS]USS HOOD: Assignment Mayhem
by Catterick, Andy
SD 2260.178 Steele watched as three of his team went down. It was more then he had hoped but less then he had feared. Raising his communicator he shouted “Now!” He turned and looked to his team. “Ready?” They all were. He did a mental five count. “Let’s Go!” In unison they sprang around the corridor to find the Red shirted attackers having spun around to see the rest of Gold team closing in on them from behind. Now they had Steele and the rest boxing them in. Gold team lost two more but they made quick work of the defenders. With a nod to the umpire who was diligently letting everyone know who was dead and who was injured the gold shirts headed down the corridor. When they got to the main intersection Steele turned to face them. “Alright, you all know you’re missions. Do your best to take your objectives but I’ll be happy with as much mayhem as you can muster along the way.” With a lopsided grin Steele, Ensign Campell and Crewman Saunders sprinted down the corridor and then began to climb down one of the service ladders. Steele knew that his team would eventually lose. It had too for many reason not least of which being that it would be terrible for morale if the ship was taken or even destroyed by the invading ‘Klingons’. Not that he and his team weren’t trying very hard to achieve either of those goals. But he was more interested in providing the rest of the crew the opportunity to test their skills and their ingenuity as they worked as a team to save the ship and each other. And of course Murphy’s Law would raise its ugly head and throw a few spanners into the works. But that would provide important lessons to be learned and that might be even more valuable then winning the drill. As he poked his head around the corner as they arrived at their deck he wondered what it would do to morale when the crew realized their captain had lost. He probably should have led the defenders. But where was the fun in that? On the bridge Ensign Zhukov looked down at his board as the sensor alarm flashed. The young ensign was handling the nav station much to his horror. His first time at the bridge station and it was in the middle of a drill. Weren’t new officers supposed to get the graveyard shift? “Mr. Merrick they’re back and this time there are two of them. Both D-7 class attack cruisers.” Part of the drill had been set to simulate space combat at the same time as the crew were repelling boarders. It wasn’t like the Klingons would drop their troops and slink away. Zhukov watched the view screen as the two cruisers closed in on HOOD. He could make out the battle damage that it had taken when it had snuck up on HOOD and battered her shields down enough to get boarders aboard. “They’re firing!” <<<NRPG>>> Really enjoying the drill and looking forward to seeing who gets to kill Steele. Don’t tell anyone but he is heading for Aux Control…why else would he bring Cory? Respectfully, Andy CAPT Jack Steele CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703 ASR ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "F.U.B.A.R."
by Lusby, Scott
SD: 2260.179 MD: 1.1627 Setting: Chief Engineer's Office, Deck O, USS HOOD Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth shook his head as he read the report on the tablet in his hand. "FOUR teams, Lieutenant?" he asked, his antennae twitching as he spoke. "Yes, Commander, four teams," said Gar's assistant, Lieutenant Bywater. Gar tossed the tablet onto the desk in his small office, and folded his arms across his body. "And they all were 'killed' because they decided to engage our opponents BEFORE Security had arrived?" The younger human shook his head. "Again, that is correct, Commander." Gar spat an Andorian curse. "I need a drink," he muttered as he collapsed into the chair behind the small desk in front of him. Bywater looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Excuse me, Commander, but I thought you'd be proud that they took the initiative...I mean, you being Andorian and all..." Gar raised his head, and met Bywater's gaze; immediately, the human shrunk slightly. However, Gar allowed the corners of his lips to curl slightly. "I admire their tenacity, John," he said, sliding the room's other chair over to him with his foot. "And I also admire their courage; they have shown themselves to have the heart of a warrior today." Bywater sat in the proffered chair. "Then what gives, Gar?" Gar now leaned forward in his chair. "Because they didn't THINK first, John." He paused, and picked up the tablet again from the desk. "None of the four teams 'killed' were able to complete their repairs first; as such, the 'plasma fire' on J-deck, the ruptured phaser leads on C-deck, the hull ruptures were never addressed. And while those things in and of themselves were not enough to destroy HOOD, they would have cut our combat efficiency way down, which MAY have gotten us killed if it was the real thing." Bywater leaned forward. "And the boarding teams?" he asked. "The Klingons don't take prisoners, Gar." Gar nodded. "Yes- the Klingons needed to be dealt with first; they would have- and did, to make a point- prevented us from completing our repairs." He paused before continuing. "But what they SHOULD have done was to either call for help or wait for the Security teams to arrive." The Andorian paused again. "Security teams are better prepared for that kind of thing; in fact, it's what they train for. They have body armor, heavy phasers, extra power packs...and a professional knowledge of small-unit tactics. Engineers- unless they happen to be Andorian- seldom have such equipment or expertise among them," he finished, winking as he lifted himself out of his chair. Th'elenth walked to the door of his office. "Had any and all of those teams waited, their repairs might have been delayed ten-fifteen minutes...but they would have gotten done once the areas were secure. 'Efficiency' does not always mean jumping head-long into a situation.'" "Where are you going?" Bywater asked. Gar nodded through the doorways. "The Captain's day cabin; he wants to go over the drill with us, see what our thoughts are." "And what would yours be, Gar?" Th'elenth grinned. "That we need to coordinate some more drills with Lieutenant DeSimms," he replied. "Either we need to learn to fight better, or we need to learn to let Security do their job so we can do ours." With that, he passed through the doors of his office. "See what you can arrange with Mr. DeSimms while I'm gone, please," he added over his shoulder, just as the doors closed again and cut him off from his assistant. <<tag Andy/Brian>> <<NRPG>> All- OK, just a little private analysis from our friendly Andorian engineer. Andy- I think this sets up your JP idea quite well. Tag! :) Respectfully Submitted, -- Scott Lusby /\ LCDR Gar Th'eleneth Chief Engineer USS HOOD NCC-1703 ASR: ORIGINS
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Remember The Alamo
by Apple, Steve
SD: 2260.179 MD: 1.1627 [Snip from Corbett's Post: Scalpels are a Doctors Best Friend] "What the hell are you doing down here doc." One of the men asked as Corbett slid down next to them. "Doing something stupid to be sure," Corbett said then asked. "Who's in charge here?" "Me, Chief Kowlaczyk unless you want the job." "Absolutely not sar, being a figure of authority goes against my ethics. I'm now your new field medic." "That's good cause your team got its ticket punched awhile ago by the Captain." "Well then I would say revenge is in order." [End Snip] Scene: J-Deck Corridor Intersection, USS HOOD "I'm not sure about revenge doc I'd settle for not getting killed." Kowlaczyk said frowning. "We got an EPS fire still burning out of control and we're exchanging fire with Klingons who outnumber us 2 to 1. "I take it you're a glass half empty type of fella, Chief." Corbett said smiling. "However I am in agreement with the not getting killed part." "All we need to do is hold these guys for a few more minutes until security arrives." Kowlaczyk said. "Ah yes, Mr. DeSimms and the Calvary" Corbett said standing. "Where are you going?" Kowlaczyk asked "To check out the corridor behind us. Corbett answered. "If I hadn't spotted our sneaky little Ensign earlier y'all would have been dead by now." "Fine, just make sure you don't get killed in the processes." Kowlaczyk said. "Don't worry sar I'm diametrically opposed to death, especially my own." Corbett said hugging the wall as he moved down the corridor. Corbett crouched at the first intersection directly behind them and took a quick glance around the corner. There were at least four maybe five Gold Shirts taking up positions and moving toward him. He could shout out a warning to Kowlaczyk, but that might spring their trap, he thought. Turing his head he saw that the Engineers were still engaged in a forward shooting match with the Captain. He knew he couldn't take them all out, but maybe he could slow them down. Quickly he fished in his medkit for the hand scanner and tube reader. It took him a minute to make the minor adjustments to the equipment and a spray of sealant to glue them together. Corbett heard the Captains voice shout the word "Now" through one of the rear attacker's communicators. He knew it was time to act and threw the makeshift device around the corner. The whine of the scanner mimicked a sonic grenade and also served to increase the intensity of the lights from the tube reader, which played off the corridor walls. "Remember the Alamo" Corbett screamed as he jumped around the corner and into the attackers, holding a phaser in one hand and a hypospray in the other. He immediately scored a phaser hit on one of the Gold shirts. There was momentary confusion and he was able to reach out and snag another with the hypospray before he saw four more Gold shirts take aim. It was over for him as his sensor started chirping and the attackers blew past him to make short work of the defending Engineers. With a sigh he started walking back toward the turbo lift. Respectfully Submitted, Steve Apple Dr. Stile Corbett CMO USS HOOD NCC-1703 ASR: ORIGINS