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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: On the Verge...==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.081
MD: 2.0945
Scene: RecDeck, TSS HOOD
Corey Campbell stared at the bulkhead in silence as he went over his options.  He was a marked man and he had to get off the ship.  It was in no way a new thought to him.  His next punishment would likely spell his death, or worse, a dishonourable discharge.  He sighed at the knowledge that of the two choices he vastly preferred death over discharge but death would be so much quicker.  Painful and sadistic he was sure, but it would be over.  Discharge meant he would be dropped off at the first habitable planet they came across.  He would be left with no possessions, no credits, no way to contact a family who out of both necessity and desire would wish no knowledge of him.  He would be left to scrounge for whatever he needed to survive on a world that would have no use for him and a society who saw him as a parasite trying to steal its meagre resources.  Eventually he would be swept up in the local criminal organization and be tasked with the most vile things imaginable until he died from the lifestyle or was killed out of hand. 
It had all gone wrong his first shift aboard.  He had believed the recruitment posters, believed that he had chosen a better life.  He would serve the Sovereignty not be a burden on it.  He would vanquish enemies and discover new worlds.  His problem stemmed from the fact that  unlike most recruits he had a brain.  But as smart as he was he wasn't smart enough to know when to keep his mouth shut.  So when he noticed a power system could be easily made more efficient and mentioned it to the officer on duty he had made Chief Barrows, the NCO who was his direct superior look incompetent for having not noticed it.  From then on Barrows nailed him for every infraction, real or imagined, that he could find.  Campbell had become his whipping boy both figuratively and literally.  The scut work, the agonizer sessions, the beatings had become more and more frequent and Barrows had documented it all in his personnel file.  Campbell had been marked as a screw up who, with judicious use of punishment had not sought to change his ways.  He was a detriment to the service and should he not mend his ways it was, in Chief Barrows considered opinion, best to discharge him immediately.
He would rather die.
From what little he had heard from Gene this parallel universe sounded like Utopia.  To be an explorer, to be part of a team.  That is how the universe should be.  He decided then and there that either way he would not be returning to his own universe.  He would escape and seek asylum or die trying.  With nothing to lose and everything to gain he found that for the first time in years he was highly motivated.  But how could he do it?  He'd never get past the security checkpoints to reach the shuttle bay or the transporter room and even if he did it was likely there would be a variety of security lock outs he did not have passwords for.  That left one of the escape pods or even an escape suit.  Chances were he'd fall victim to the ship's main phasers but it was a risk he'd have to take.  That other HOOD was out there somewhere.  They would pick him up wouldn't they?
Suddenly Gene came racing back into the room and made his way over to Cory.  The excitement and tension of the man was obvious.  "Can I trust you Campbell?"  He blurted out.
"Of course you can."  Campbell replied confused.
"I mean really trust you?"  He leaned forward.  "Life and death stuff." Campbell nodded."Zade is going to make a move on my boss."
"What!  Why?" He leaned forward concerned for his friend. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know.  With him dead I move up to section chief, but the new SEC hates my guts."  To Lowl it seemed a foregone conclusion that the assassination would be successful.  "So she might take me out as well.  I think that I might make a move on her first."
"You want to be security chief?"  Campbell asked shocked at his friends naked ambition.
"Hell no, but I could make XO."  He grinned at the idea.
"Why are you telling me?"  Campbell asked.
"I need your help."  He said plainly.
"My help?  I'm just a low level tech.  With no connections, and no power."
"Look Cory I know the hole you're in and I know it's not your fault.  But you are a smart guy, you've got an education and I know you can help me.  Will you? I have to move fast."
"Ok but I need two things.  First Chief Barrows needs to get caught in the cross fire."
Gene grinned.  "I figured that one out.  Consider it done.  What else."
"I'll need your security codes to access the computer and override some lockouts."
To Campbell's surprise Gene didn't even have to think about it.  "Done."
He might just make it out alive after all.
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: On the Verge...

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.081

MD: 2.0945

Scene: RecDeck, TSS HOOD


Corey Campbell stared at the bulkhead in silence as he went over his options. He was a marked man and he had to get off the ship. It was in no way a new thought to him. His next punishment would likely spell his death, or worse, a dishonourable discharge. He sighed at the knowledge that of the two choices he vastly preferred death over discharge but death would be so much quicker. Painful and sadistic he was sure, but it would be over. Discharge meant he would be dropped off at the first habitable planet they came across. He would be left with no possessions, no credits, no way to contact a family who out of both necessity and desire would wish no knowledge of him. He would be left to scrounge for whatever he needed to survive on a world that would have no use for him and a society who saw him as a parasite trying to steal its meagre resources. Eventually he would be swept up in the local criminal organization and be tasked with the most vile things imaginable until he died from the lifestyle or was killed out of hand.

It had all gone wrong his first shift aboard. He had believed the recruitment posters, believed that he had chosen a better life. He would serve the Sovereignty not be a burden on it. He would vanquish enemies and discover new worlds. His problem stemmed from the fact that unlike most recruits he had a brain. But as smart as he was he wasn't smart enough to know when to keep his mouth shut. So when he noticed a power system could be easily made more efficient and mentioned it to the officer on duty he had made Chief Barrows, the NCO who was his direct superior look incompetent for having not noticed it. From then on Barrows nailed him for every infraction, real or imagined, that he could find. Campbell had become his whipping boy both figuratively and literally. The scut work, the agonizer sessions, the beatings had become more and more frequent and Barrows had documented it all in his personnel file. Campbell had been marked as a screw up who, with judicious use of punishment had not sought to change his ways. He was a detriment to the service and should he not mend his ways it was, in Chief Barrows considered opinion, best to discharge him immediately.

He would rather die.

From what little he had heard from Gene this parallel universe sounded like Utopia. To be an explorer, to be part of a team. That is how the universe should be. He decided then and there that either way he would not be returning to his own universe. He would escape and seek asylum or die trying. With nothing to lose and everything to gain he found that for the first time in years he was highly motivated. But how could he do it? He'd never get past the security checkpoints to reach the shuttle bay or the transporter room and even if he did it was likely there would be a variety of security lock outs he did not have passwords for. That left one of the escape pods or even an escape suit. Chances were he'd fall victim to the ship's main phasers but it was a risk he'd have to take. That other HOOD was out there somewhere. They would pick him up wouldn't they?

Suddenly Gene came racing back into the room and made his way over to Cory. The excitement and tension of the man was obvious. "Can I trust you Campbell?" He blurted out.

"Of course you can." Campbell replied confused.

"I mean really trust you?" He leaned forward. "Life and death stuff." Campbell nodded."Zade is going to make a move on my boss."

"What! Why?" He leaned forward concerned for his friend. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. With him dead I move up to section chief, but the new SEC hates my guts." To Lowl it seemed a foregone conclusion that the assassination would be successful. "So she might take me out as well. I think that I might make a move on her first."

"You want to be security chief?" Campbell asked shocked at his friends naked ambition.

"Hell no, but I could make XO." He grinned at the idea.

"Why are you telling me?" Campbell asked.

"I need your help." He said plainly.

"My help? I'm just a low level tech. With no connections, and no power."

"Look Cory I know the hole you're in and I know it's not your fault. But you are a smart guy, you've got an education and I know you can help me. Will you? I have to move fast."

"Ok but I need two things. First Chief Barrows needs to get caught in the cross fire."

Gene grinned. "I figured that one out. Consider it done. What else."

"I'll need your security codes to access the computer and override some lockouts."

To Campbell's surprise Gene didn't even have to think about it. "Done."

He might just make it out alive after all.


Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703

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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Respectability Has A Price

by Steve Apple

SD: 2261.087

MD: 2.1100


Scene: TSS HOOD, Corridor G-Deck

Corbett knew the plan well. The Captain would go to the bridge and both Merrick and Gar would head to Engineering. His job was to recon the ship and let them know exactly who they were up against. As Chief Surgeon he would have access to the entire crew’s medical and psychological files. He would have to find weaknesses they could exploit if they were to succeed with their mission and escape.

The turbolift let him out at an almost deserted corridor. Adjusting his hat he affected his best swagger and leisurely strolled toward sickbay. The layout of the ship might be the same he thought, but the amenities were certainly stark, the lighting dim and the coloring grey.

“Stop where you are.” A female voice he almost recognized whispered in his ear as a phaser barrel was shoved into the small of his back.

“If you could move that thing up just a bit I’d be much obliged, I’ve got a hell of an itch I can’t seem to reach.” He answered.

“All you have to do is get rid of that green wench and I’ll scratch any itch you want.”

Turning he was kissed very deeply. “I do like the way you detain a man.” He said after they broke. He recognized her as Ensign Flores. “Natalie you know I only have eyes for you.”

“Uh huh right,” she said smiling. “You’re lucky I’ve been trailing you since the transporter room. If the security chief’s men had caught you unprotected, well you know the results.”

“I take it I’m not his favorite person?” Corbett asked coyly.

“If he could, he’d burn you down as soon as look at you, but then again you know that.”

“Yes well how about telling me something I don’t know?”

“I’ve got to hurry, but I think it important you know that the trill, the junior one, that is on the opposite schedule as me has been seen around areas of the ship that suddenly stop working.”

“A saboteur,” Corbett said pushing his hat to the back of his head. “As Navigator does she have that kind of access?”

He knew that was the wrong question to ask as soon as it was out of his mouth and he saw her face.

“Did you get hit in the head when you were down at the planet? Of course she doesn’t, which is why I’ve had people quietly keeping tabs on her.”

Thinking quickly he said. “That’s why I love you Natalie, because even when I’m brain damaged you watch my back.”

“And how many more of your operatives are keeping tabs on me.” She asked then kissed him again and said. “Never mind, I’ll have people watch you until you get to sickbay, but mijo you best not wander without protection.”

“How do you know I am without protection?” He said looking beyond her and motioning with his chin. “There could be three weapons trained on you right now and the only reason you’re not a pile of ashes is because they know you are loyal to me.”

Ensign Flores took an instinctual look around. “I should have known you wouldn’t leave yourself vulnerable.”

“At least I know you care.” He said kissing her one last time and heading back to sickbay whistling a Texas Rose.


~Sickbay~

“Well it’s about damn time Cowboy.”

“Ah Mother, how soothing it is to once again hear your melodic voice.”

“Save it for one of your younger operatives.” She said, but added a smile to let him know she was relieved he was safe. “I have requisition forms for you to sign. Unfortunately it’s going to cost you about 40,000 credits.”

“Excuse me did you say 40,000?”

“I know it’s steep, but when we get back we’ll need to replenish the supplies we used to treat the injured from that explosion in engineering earlier. I don’t know of anyone else that would put out of pocket like you do.”

Pushing his Cowboy hat to the back of his head he approved the requisition and funds transfer. What the hell kind of a place was this that didn’t have enough supplies to care for its injured. The fact that his other self was willing to part with personal income to treat the sick and injured made him go up a notch in Corbett’s estimation.

“I’ll be in my office if I’m needed.” He said as he strolled out.


~CMO’s Office~

The door to his office had a dual scan lock. Placing his hand on the plate he waited while it analyzed his digits and the retinal device scanned his eye. After a moment he heard an audible click and the door slid open.

The office his counterpart had was a bit different than his aboard the USS Hood. It was larger, almost twice the size in fact and had a sleeping area. At least it had the trappings of Texas within. It seemed they weren’t all that dissimilar in tastes, well so far as women and décor were concerned.

“Please be here, please, please…” He said to himself as he opened the trunk that sat in the corner of the room. “Thank the lord. You are like me.” He said out loud as he grabbed the neck of a tequila bottle and popped open the lid of the humidor to retrieve a candela.

A minute later he sat with his feet propped up on the corner of the desk taking a sip of tequila while smoke from his cigar curled toward the ceiling.

It took him at least two hours to go through the medical and associated files of personnel that manned key areas of this ship. He noted that about 90% of the crew was the same with the exception that there weren’t any Vulcan crew and there was the addition of a few Nausicaan ones.

The chime to his office door went off bringing him back to the reality of where he was. Pulling his colt out of his boot he pointed it at the door and said. “Enter.”

The door slid aside and a beautiful green skinned Orion glided in. Her two piece gold skirted uniform accentuated her curves in a way that his Starfleet’s uniforms never could.

“Alia,” He said taken aback.

“You seem surprised to see me.” She said sliding into his lap.

He kissed her deeply; he had thought she died on Arcturus when the slave ship had crashed. But here she was sitting in his lap warm and willing. “It’s a new pleasure each time.”

Lifting her he brought her over to the bed on the other side of the room and not for the first time that day had to give his counterpart credit for forward thinking.


~Captains Quarters~

Corbett entered the cabin and immediately sat down in front of the desk in the Captain’s work area and put the Tequila bottle on the desktop.

“Stile you look pale as ghost. What the hell did you learn?” Steele asked concern evident on his face.

“That I’m married.” He said taking a small swig from the bottle.


<NRPG> Just having some fun and moving the mission forward, I hope. Dave I brought you out as being the saboteur so we may somehow contact you as an ally.


Respectfully Submitted


Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Discovery in the Shuttlebay

by David Kiel

SD 2161.088

scene: Engineering, TSS Hood

The ship was a coiled and tense little monster.

Security had brought everything to a head, the repairs that were needed were significant. They had a useless nacelle clinging together by burnt out power conduits and would most likely have to figure out how to jury rig a warp field with just one. Technical teams were working overtime scurrying to all corners of the ship, and security teams were too busy eyeing each other to keep watch over anyone else.

Cedria had finished hew work with the shield matrixes. She could now short out or overload the entire system from any console on the ship. Her work would be discovered by the next level 3 or higher maintenance sweep but since those were done in dock she wasn't terribly worried.

All she had to do was find a way out. Her ideal plan was to have Hood die against the Constellation but that opportunity didn't materialize. Still one capitol ship's death was one closer to victory, and if she had to skulk about this universe until she could remake the Tholian device she could do that.

But she did not intend to wait around shipboard when the shields suddenly and conduit-shatteringly went all sparkly on the sadistic Captain Blackweasel. She was rewiring the pilots console on one of the reserve shuttles, bypassing things like remote shutdown and security protocols. She would steal the shuttle and hopefully be at warp before the other Hood had time to pound the Sovereignty's second biggest ship into the afterlife.

She extricated herself and looked over the controls, powering up the display to check her work. A few taps and a cycle of the command parameters and she was—c-click—

Cedria's eyes narrowed and she got very still as the phaser at the back of her head whined to life.

"And what might you be up to?" She recognized the voice. The engineer, named after a terran fish. Pike, was it? Salmon?

The voice of the XO sounded from the shuttle entrance in a sharp but hushed whisper. "Find her, Gar?"

"Yeah, she's been tampering with the shuttle controls."

She heard the sound of a communicator from the XO. "We found Zade, Captain. I mean Quall."

She moved suddenly, lithe body twisting, the base of her hand hitting the butt of the phaser making it clatter to the deck. One of her knives flipping to her other palm, her blade lashing at fish-man's throat,-- and stopping just short of his skin. The metallic purple sheen of the poison on her blade reflecting the shuttles overhead lights in an oily rainbow of colors.

She looked up at Lieutenant Gar and over at the XO who was now pointing a weapon at her from the hatchway. "What did you mean, Zade?"


NRPG: Tag for either Brian or Scott, whoever gets to it first; or technically Andrew if he wants to play a voice on a communicator. Marching me through the ship to see the Captain might blow my cover after all. Then Cedria will have to fight her way back to the shuttlebay and kill everyone in her path. That would take me a couple posts, way too much work.


Respectfully submitted;


David Kiel

Lt Cedria Zade,

NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703

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USS HOOD: Dark Diversion...

by David Martens

SD: 2161.089

Scene: TSS HOOD, Science department


  • How stupid and ignorant* Hemux thought as she leaned back in her chair looking

at a console showing one of her spycams. ARr'Rhiana sighed as she sat up straight and reached out with her hand to grab a handful of bugs from a jar and stuff them in her mouth, chewing on one of her favourite snacks.

She checked her chronometer and smiled, by this time everything should be about ready, at least she hoped that Captain, not so black, Jack Steel had his goonies drilled as good as her Captain Blackjack had his. By now things should be ready.

She looked one last time to the viewscreen where Zade was facing a phasor. For a moment she hesitated, maybe better to wait until Gar had killed her? But Hemux shrugged her shoulders, if she was smart then Cedria Zade would grab the opportunity and then Hemux could use the footage from her cams to get her loyalty, if Zade wasn't that smart, well then she would be dead and everyone would blame the dead Trill for the events to come. In both ways, it would be good for Hemux.

With a big smile she flipped a switch, turning all lights down in the ship... This would be the diversion Zade and Steel needed, she hoped they both where ready to take their chances.


<<<NRPG>>>


A short one, but take it or leave it, guys...


Respectfully,

David Martens

Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703

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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: What Does Comprimised Actually Mean?

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.090

MD: 2.1100

Scene: Captain’s Quarters, TSS HOOD


<old>


~Captains Quarters~

Corbett entered the cabin and immediately sat down in front of the desk in the Captain’s work area and put the Tequila bottle on the desktop.

“Stile you look pale as ghost. What the hell did you learn?” Steele asked concern evident on his face.

“That I’m married.” He said taking a small swig from the bottle


<new>


“Too who?” Jack asked knowing that given their situation the information could wait. But wanting to know just the same. Stile took another swig before filling Jack in on what he had found out. “We we certainly seem to indulge our desires over here.”

“Do we now?” Stile said, perking up at the implication. “And just what desires did our stalwart captain indulge in?” He passed the bottle over, but Jack shook his head, now really wasn’t the time. “And more importantly,” the doctor continued, “with whom?’

Jack looked decidedly embarrassed at the question and was thankful the computer beeped giving him a few seconds of reprieve while he changed chips. “When I walked in my cabin I found, uh, well Lieutenant Steering was in, um. Well lets say she was in a compromising position.”

“Really?” The doctor drawled. “And did you help compromise her further?”

“No! Of course not! I mean, I’m not stupid I have to play the part but c’mon, she’s my HELM officer.”

“Not in this universe. Well you know what I mean.” Stile clarified.

The computer beeped again and Jack pulled out the last chip. “I’ve recorded as much information from the computer banks as I dared. I’ve tried to cover all the major topics. The historians and sociologists will have a field day, not to mention the engineers.” Jack explained happy to get the topic back to the mission at hand. “But I think we’ve hid here as long as is reasonably safe. I’ve set a few things in motion to help provide a distraction for us but I think I might actually have lit the fuse to a powder keg. Either way we need to move.”

As if on cue his communicator beeped.


<<<NRPG>>>

Just a short one to get me caught up.


Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

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