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I don’t want to rewrite the Cage and it looks like we’re heading that way.  So unless someone protests I’m thinking we start heading this towards some sort of conclusion.  Not sure exactly what that could be.  We all walk around pissed and they let us go as untestable?  The ‘good’ Talosians show up and take the ‘evil’ ones into custody (Keep thinking of the ending to Squire of Gothos),  Balok and the FESARIUS coming screaming in and go DAHAK on their asses.  I don’t know…I hope one of you do!
I don’t want to rewrite the Cage and it looks like we’re heading that way.  So unless someone protests I’m thinking we start heading this towards some sort of conclusion.  Not sure exactly what that could be.  We all walk around pissed and they let us go as untestable?  The ‘good’ Talosians show up and take the ‘evil’ ones into custody (Keep thinking of the ending to Squire of Gothos),  Balok and the FESARIUS coming screaming in and go DAHAK on their asses.  I don’t know…I hope one of you do!
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Caught in the Act==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.206
Scene: Unknown
<<From Andy’s post ‘Some Answers’>>
Jack rubbed his chin and considered.  “We can’t underestimate them, we’ve seen what they can do and honestly I don’t know how to fight the ability to make us see and feel whatever they want.  But you’re right, he had no idea I was coming.”
“What were you thinking when you charged him.”
“Nothing.  It was pure hate.  I wanted him dead.  That’s all I saw.”
Stile nodded.  His own line of experiment coming to the conclusion he had suspected.  “Strong emotion.  They can’t read strong, primitive emotions.”
<</Snip>>
Laur  leaned forward and opened his eyes having ‘watched’ the interaction between Galock and the specimens followed by the not to surprising revelation that these beings had discovered the way to block the Talosian mind.  He gave a mental sigh wondering if Galock had even realized.  Probably not.  He would have understood what had happened but not the significance of it.  Predictably he would dismiss the possibility that these beings, so far beneath him, would be able to make the leap.
That led to a far more important factor.  The great experiment with this race, at least at this time, was over.  Not only had the Talosian’s revealed themselves which should have negated the experiment right there and then.  But Galock had unwittingly given the speciman’s a tool they could use to, at minimum, disrupt the test.  No doubt Galock would deny the impact of both these factors.  But the tenets of the testing were quite clear and just as inviolate.  The test was over.  The problem was Galock did not understand that nor would he accept it.
Laur sighed again.  He was unsure how to proceed.  Part of the reason, a large part, he admitted coldly, why he had been assigned to this team was because he was secretly a representative of the Keeper.  His mentor had long suspected that Galock and his followers had done the unthinkable and begun to get emotionally attached to their subjects and were utilizing the experiments for their own ends.  It was his job to catch them in the act and report back to the Keeper.  He knew he should be dispassionate about the results but he found he looked forward to seeing Galock face the Keeper’s justice
With a smile he leaned back in his chair and reached out with his mind.
<<<NRPG>>>
Laying the ground work for the end…
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Getting Under their Skin==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.207
Scene: Unknown
“I think we’ve been forgotten.”  Stile said breaking the silence.  “Definitely forgotten.”
“I think you may be right.”  Jack finally replied pulling himself out of his thoughts.  He’d been trying to find a way to use their revelation on strong emotions to escape but hadn’t really come up with a workable plan.  He was about to admit his lack of progress when the doctor’s arm suddenly flashed out and plunged a hypo into Jack’s neck.
“Ow! What the frak?”  Steele demanded as he watched the doctor flip the hypo and jabb himself.
“Wait for it.”  Corbett replied calmly.
“Wait for what?”  Jack demanded wanting to throttle the doctor.
“How you feeling?”
“Like you better start giving me some frakkin answers.  Now!”  Jack replied menacingly.
“We can’t keep up these strong negative emotions by ourselves.  This.”  He raised the hypo, “should help.”
“Well you might have given me some warning!”
“You know you’re supposed to be the captain.”  Stile groused.  “Aren’t you supposed to be coming up with the good ideas to get us out of here?”
Jack yanked his communicator off his belt and flipped it open.  “Steele to HOOD.  Steele to HOOD.  Frak!  So much for that plan.”
Corbett sighed.  “Hold on their sar.  Maybe the communicator is working but no one on the ship ‘know’s you are calling cause our buddies are using their minds on them.”
Jack paused for a second as he considered that idea along with perhaps smacking  the smug look off the doctor’s face.  And what was the deal with the stupid cowboy hat?  “Computer tie in.”
<Working.>  Came back the metallic reply.
“Computer give me access to main computer banks.”
<Authorization required.>
“Steele ALPHA-two-two-seven-OMEGA-OMEGA- one.  Compute.”
<Working.  Authorization code accepted.  New code required before ALPHA priority access will be accepted on subsequent occasion.>  Jack nodded impatiently at the voice of the computer.  His communication signal could have been compromised so once the code was spoken and accepted it would be rendered useless for future use.  When he returned back aboard HOOD he would have to input a new ALPHA code after first verifying himself with yet another code level password.
He tossed the communicator to Stile.  “Ok smart guy.  What can the computer have released into the air on HOOD to piss everyone off and clear their minds?”


   
   
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Getting Under their Skin==
===by Andy Catterick===


SD: 2261.207


Scene: Unknown


==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Anger Mismanagement==
===by Scott Lusby===
   
   
SD: 2261.208


“I think we’ve been forgotten.” Stile said breaking the silence.  “Definitely forgotten.”
Setting: Cell, Unknown Place
"I'm going to frakking kill someone," Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth growled as he paced like a caged ani...well, a caged Andorian.  "I'm going to do it slowly, and I'm going to enjoy doing it."
Rick Payne glanced in his direction.  "Calm down, Gar," he said, dismissing the Andorian's grousing with a wave of his hand.
Gar froze, and his eyes narrowed to slits as he eyed the HOOD's Security Chief.  "You keep telling me to calm down, and I will gladly take my frustrations out on you, MISTER Payne."
Gar continued pacing, trying to hold onto the anger he was feeling.  It shouldn't have been hard; he was in a cage, after all, and like most sentient being resisted captivity.  However, he couldn't: his conscience was too busy reminding him his frustration was fruitless to stay angry.
Suddenly, his surroundings changed...and for a brief moment, he almost wished he was back in his cage.
He was back on Arcturus- that small hotel, where--
"Gar," a beautiful, lithe Andorian woman called to him softly from across the room.
"Avae," he said, his tone almost a whisper as they met one another.  "How are you here?"
"I am here for you," she said softly, her hand reaching out to brush the side of his head.
Gar closed his eyes.  A part deep within him, that corner reserved for only the most private thoughts and memories, regretted not taking Avae up on her offer.  It would have been so easy- kill the monster Doctor Sahen, be done with his kind...and find a life with Avae, one he had denied himself all those years ago.
But something wasn't tracking...Avae made her decisions about the two of them as well...and after the way that mission had ended...
   
"You couldn't possibly be here- you WOULDN'T possibly be here," Gar said, raising and drawing back his fist, anger now welling up again as he recognized the subtle, seductive manipulations at work.
Then, just as suddenly, he caught himself, and lowered his hand.  He stepped back from Avae, turning and looking up. "It won't work!" he shouted.  "I won't play along!"
Instantly, pain enveloped him, a pain unlike that he had ever felt.
[[[Refusal to cooperate will be punished,]]] he heard a voice echo inside of his head.  [[[Cooperation will as quickly be rewarded.]]]
And then, in another blink, he was back in his cell.
Cedria Zade was standing right across from him.  "Who is Avae, and why are you standing so close to me?"
<<NRPG>>


Sorry for the long silence.  This is god-awful, but I thought I needed to do something before Merrick beams every living being back to HOOD.
   
   
Respectfully Submitted,
-- Scott Lusby


“I think you may be right.”  Jack finally replied pulling himself out of his thoughts.  He’d been trying to find a way to use their revelation on strong emotions to escape but hadn’t really come up with a workable plan.  He was about to admit his lack of progress when the doctor’s arm suddenly flashed out and plunged a hypo into Jack’s neck.
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth


Chief Engineer


“Ow! What the frak?”  Steele demanded as he watched the doctor flip the hypo and jabb himself.
USS HOOD NCC-1703


Task Force 6


“Wait for it.”  Corbett replied calmly.
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“Wait for what?”  Jack demanded wanting to throttle the doctor.
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, But Your I==
===by Harry Iha===


SD: 2261.209


“How you feeling?”
SCENE: Bridge


After suddenly being transported away from a pleasant rugby game in
San Francisco and receiving an uncomfortable grilling by the XO,
Tamura and all the bridge officers returned to their stations.
Mind control? It seemed unreal to the young officer. But then
again, until 20 minutes ago he would have sworn on any number of
affidavits that he was on leave on Earth. It was all very
confusing.


“Like you better start giving me some frakkin answers. Now!”  Jack replied menacingly.
There was talk about a theta field, and how it was protecting them
from the thought control process...and how it was scrambling their
brains. Biology was never Tamura's strong point, and he had a
growing headache to contend with.


One thing for sure, there was definite tension between the XO and
LT ARr'Rhiana. Although they kept it short of outright insults,
even a geek with zero social skills like Tamura noticed it.


“We can’t keep up these strong negative emotions by ourselves. This.”  He raised the hypo, “should help.”
His headache was getting worse.


A comm signal from a Star Fleet communicator hailed the ship, but
Tamura's mind was beyond effective processing, courtesy of the
theta field. The comm officer stared blankly at the panel while he
tried to remember what all the dials and gauges meant.
Fortunately, the computer recognized the incoming hail and
automatically terminated a connection. While Tamura stared, the
computer took the captain and CMO's orders and began executing
them.


“Well you might have given me some warning!”
The barbs between Merrick and ARr'Rhiana grew heated and louder,
pulling Tamura out of his stupor. The two were practically
shouting at each other. "Shut up!" roared Tamura. "Damn, I can't
think with you two bitching at each other."


The XO's attention shifted to the comm officer. "You shut your
mouth, Mister, before I come over there and shut it for you."


“You know you’re supposed to be the captain.”  Stile groused. “Aren’t you supposed to be coming up with the good ideas to get us out of here?”
Tamura pulled the Feinberger from his ear, slammed it on his
console, and jumped to his feet. Merrick responded in kind. "You
and what army, you..." Tamura racked his brain for the worst
insult he could find. "...you...End User!"


"End user?" LCDR Merrick had had many insults hurled his way
throughout his career, but that was a new one. He paused a moment
to consider its implications. That pause was long enough for his
temper to subside and for him to regain his composure. Were he and
Tamura just about to have a brawl on the bridge? "What the frak?"


Jack yanked his communicator off his belt and flipped it open. “Steele to HOOD. Steele to HOOD. Frak!  So much for that plan.”
Appalled by his behavior, Tamura stepped back. "I'm terribly
sorry, Commander. I don't know what just came over me." Tamura
dove back into his chair. He still had a headache, but the little
episode cleared his head enough for him to function again.
"Commander, we have a transmission from the captain. He's accessed
the computer using his ALPHA code."


The XO stepped up to the comm console and looked over Tamura's
shoulder. "What's he doing?"


Corbett sighed. “Hold on their sar. Maybe the communicator is working but no one on the ship ‘know’s you are calling cause our buddies are using their minds on them.”
The feedback from the XO was helping his thought processes and
focus; too bad it was not helping with the headache. "I can't
tell, Sir. Just that he's given the computer instructions which
are executing now."


"What if the captain's under mind control and they're tricking him
into taking control of the ship?" asked ARr'Rhiana, joining Merrick
behind Tamura.


Jack paused for a second as he considered that idea along with perhaps smacking  the smug look off the doctor’s face.  And what was the deal with the stupid cowboy hat?  “Computer tie in.”
"Just like my rugby game," confirmed Tamura. "I had no idea I was
flying the ship. Should I close the channel?" Tamura's hand
reached over to the switch that would break the circuit with the
captain's communicator.


"Can we talk to him?"


<Working.>  Came back the metallic reply.
Tamura shook his head. "Not until he disengages the computer."


Merrick made a snap decision. "If the captain's under mind
control, we're already too late. We've got to hope that he's
holding up okay and trying to help us. Leave the channel open."


“Computer give me access to main computer banks.”
"Aye aye, Sir."


With their fate resting squarely in the captain's hands, the XO
took another moment to ponder Tamura's unusual insult. "End user?"
he asked again.


<Authorization required.>
Tamura shrugged. "That was the worst thing I could think of at the
time."


"I don't get it."


“Steele ALPHA-two-two-seven-OMEGA-OMEGA- one.  Compute.”
About a minute had passed since the two men had just about come to
blows.


The comm officer laughed at his own strange humor. "There are two
types of beings in this universe, Commander: techs...and end users."


<Working. Authorization code accepted.  New code required before ALPHA priority access will be accepted on subsequent occasion.>  Jack nodded impatiently at the voice of the computer. His communication signal could have been compromised so once the code was spoken and accepted it would be rendered useless for future use. When he returned back aboard HOOD he would have to input a new ALPHA code after first verifying himself with yet another code level password.  
Instead of laughing, the XO's face grew dark with rage. "Why you
insubordinate piece of...."




He tossed the communicator to Stile.  “Ok smart guy.  What can the computer have released into the air on HOOD to piss everyone off and clear their minds?”
NRPG:


No, it's not bipolar disease. It's Corbett's alternating tones.


Respectfully,
Brian: Here's Sean's chance for payback.


All: Sorry, not much in the way of plot advancement.


Andy


CAPT Jack Steele
Respectfully Submitted,
ENS Yoshi Tamura
Communications Department Head
USS HOOD NCC-1703


CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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STARFLEET: ORIGINS


==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Caught in the Act==
===by Andy Catterick===


SD: 2261.206
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Big Mouth Hemux==
===by David Martins===


Scene: Unknown
SD: 2261.209


Scene : USS HOOD, Bridge


<<From Andy’s post ‘Some Answers’>>


<Snip from Harry >


Jack rubbed his chin and considered. “We can’t underestimate them, we’ve seen what they can do and honestly I don’t know how to fight the ability to make us see and feel whatever they want. But you’re right, he had no idea I was coming.”
The barbs between Merrick and ARr'Rhiana grew heated and louder, pulling Tamura
out of his stupor. The two were practically shouting at each other. "Shut up!"
roared Tamura. "Damn, I can't think with you two bitching at each other."


The XO's attention shifted to the comm officer. "You shut your mouth, Mister,
before I come over there and shut it for you."


“What were you thinking when you charged him.”
Tamura pulled the Feinberger from his ear, slammed it on his console, and jumped
to his feet. Merrick responded in kind. "You and what army, you..." Tamura
racked his brain for the worst insult he could find. "...you...End User!"




“Nothing.  It was pure hate.  I wanted him dead.  That’s all I saw.”
<End of Snip>


Arr'Rhiana could not help to snicker from holding back her laughter, being a
technician and engineer decades ago she understood the insult immediatly. "End
User..." I must remember that one, Merrick she gigled quiet stupidly as she
kinda felt relieved. The anger seemed to diminish and she could not help from
laughing. Both the stupid expressionon Merricks face and the fact he didn't
recognised a good insult where priceless.


Stile nodded.  His own line of experiment coming to the conclusion he had suspected.  “Strong emotion.  They can’t read strong, primitive emotions.”
Then she heard what the conservatioin between Sean and Tamura was about.




<</Snip>>
<Snip from Harry >




Laur  leaned forward and opened his eyes having ‘watched’ the interaction between Galock and the specimens followed by the not to surprising revelation that these beings had discovered the way to block the Talosian mind.  He gave a mental sigh wondering if Galock had even realized.  Probably not.  He would have understood what had happened but not the significance of it.  Predictably he would dismiss the possibility that these beings, so far beneath him, would be able to make the leap.
"Can we talk to him?"


Tamura shook his head. "Not until he disengages the computer."


That led to a far more important factor. The great experiment with this race, at least at this time, was over. Not only had the Talosian’s revealed themselves which should have negated the experiment right there and then.  But Galock had unwittingly given the speciman’s a tool they could use to, at minimum, disrupt the test.  No doubt Galock would deny the impact of both these factors. But the tenets of the testing were quite clear and just as inviolate.  The test was over.  The problem was Galock did not understand that nor would he accept it.
Merrick made a snap decision. "If the captain's under mind control, we're
already too late. We've got to hope that he's holding up okay and trying to help
us. Leave the channel open."


"Aye aye, Sir."


Laur sighed again.  He was unsure how to proceed.  Part of the reason, a large part, he admitted coldly, why he had been assigned to this team was because he was secretly a representative of the Keeper.  His mentor had long suspected that Galock and his followers had done the unthinkable and begun to get emotionally attached to their subjects and were utilizing the experiments for their own ends.  It was his job to catch them in the act and report back to the Keeper.  He knew he should be dispassionate about the results but he found he looked forward to seeing Galock face the Keeper’s justice


<End of Snip>


With a smile he leaned back in his chair and reached out with his mind.
Moments later her mind again was filled with anger. "Merrick you idiot, how can
you allow that... that... low leveled, Targ slimed, squeecking Andorian
teethless seal (believe me, this IS an insult!) (And she pointed out to Tamura)
how can youlet him keep that comm open while you have no idea even if it is the
Captain? If those aliens where able to get The RUTLEDGE under mind control, why
would they not be able to get that puny litle mind of that alcohol addicted
mister Captain Steele under their control?"


She paused for a brief moment to get some air, het mouth growing wider while she
was speaking, spit flying around as her rage builded, her teeth shimmering, her
eyes almost popping out while she felt anger burn in her veines, how could
anyone be so stupid, oh no wait, how could she have expected Merrick to act if
not stupid? Her mouth was as wide the Merrick took a step bakc as for a moment
it looked she was going to openher mouth even wider and swallow his whole head
in one big, ugly bite. But she was only taking a deep breath air and...


<<<NRPG>>>
"Mister, I - am - in - command - Merrick, how can you be so stupid, unless
ofcourse your frontal bone off your thick skull has grown so tick and ugly that
there is no more place for any valuable piece of brain matter, but how can you
think that such beings could not as easily extract the correct Alpha Codes from
our oh - so - beloved - Captain - Steele his tequila drained brain and use it to
their own benefit? Oh please Mister Merrick I am so smart as the anus of an
Centaurean Dung Beetle, enlighten me?!


Again Hemux stopped to get some breath and she looked from Tamura to Merrick,
she shook her head and suddenly she could not remember what was all the shouting
for adn why she felt so angry.


Laying the ground work for the end…


<<<NRPG>>>


Respectfully,


Well, since everyone is insulting everyone, I thought to throw in my help
also...


Andy


CAPT Jack Steele
Respectfully,


CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
David Martens


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Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux
CSciO ,
USS HOOD NCC 1703
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