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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Party Conversations - JP== | |||
===David Kiel and Daniel Belin=== | |||
[Taking place after the start of the party and before the `What Does it have in | |||
its Pocketses', and before the great escape.] | |||
Cedria had been exploring the ship, trying to memorize the important junctures. | |||
It would not do to become hopelessly lost in an emergency. When she had stepped | |||
into the officers mess, the celebration had already begun. She hadn't really | |||
expected quite as much celebrating to be honest. She was offered a drink by a | |||
security ensign, she turned it down with a shudder. Seven years after Padrek | |||
Zade and she still couldn't tolerate even the scent of alcohol. | |||
She saw the Captain at the other end of the gathering. There were far too many | |||
people for a proper introduction and way too many to give him the command orders | |||
she carried. She mingled cautiously and suppressing no small amount of panic at | |||
the wide variety of people who might try and talk to her at any moment. | |||
Mingling was not Cedria's strength, it was one of Zades, one of the many | |||
dichotomies joined Trill got to experience. She knew exactly what to do and how | |||
to `work the room', she just really did not want to. Really- very- a lot. | |||
She quickly decided that she might be able to convince the Captain to move to a | |||
less occupied area of the ship where she could unload her orders and then | |||
perhaps download a nice book for the evening. She carefully moved through the | |||
throng until she got to the security officer who had been on the news stream, | |||
the one with the shoulder injury. He smiled at her and she smiled back. | |||
"Enjoying the party?" He said gesturing with the drink in his hand. | |||
Cedria looked around, and saw the Captain talking to the navigation officer she | |||
was replacing and cringed. That was not a conversation she was going to | |||
interrupt. She looked back at the security officer, her eyes drawn to the still | |||
open wound on his shoulder. "Doesn't that hurt?" | |||
"Naw," answered DeSimms. He looked at it, "I can take the pain." | |||
"Why don't you just have it autosutured?" Asked Cedria, looking at it again. | |||
"The wound resists laser treatment. Corbett wanted to keep me in sickbay for | |||
observation, but I refused." | |||
"Was that a good idea?" She asked, now concerned. | |||
"I should have hired him years ago to be my mother," said DeSimms. He smiled and | |||
continued, "The only one around here who ever needed him badly was Merrick. The | |||
guy's a fraking injury magnet." | |||
Cedria suppressed laughter. She looked around and said, "You really think it's a | |||
good idea to be badmouthing your XO?" | |||
"If you are going to break the rules, don't get caught. Anyways, Merrick doesn't | |||
care. In fact I think he knows it better than anyone else," said DeSimms, "But | |||
what about you? You ARE a symbiont, right? Tell me about that." | |||
"I'm joined actually. The symbiont is just part of me, we're a shared | |||
consciousness so to speak. Once joined we became a single whole. I remember | |||
most of the lives of the seventeen hosts before me. I've been many things, | |||
architect, astronaut and artist and that's just the ones beginning with `a'." | |||
She looked to the side for a moment, "oddly enough I can't draw at all. Some | |||
things transcribe well from host to host. Other things not so well. That said | |||
I have six hundred and ninety-nine years of knowledge and expertise to fall back | |||
on in a pinch." | |||
"Very interesting, if I had so many experiences and memories, I would-" DeSimms | |||
was interrupted by a Klaxon. | |||
The intercom came on, <<This is Security Control. A prisoner has escaped from | |||
the brig. Situation Baker Two, repeat, Situation Baker Two. Security team to the | |||
transporter room. DeSimms, please report to Commander Merrick. All other crew | |||
report to designated areas.>> | |||
Everyone in the room got up and moved to their respective areas. | |||
DeSimms made for the door as fast as he could, knocking over a Noncom on his way | |||
there. this party was over, and DeSimms knew it. | |||
Cedria was visibly relieved by the alert and by the way it emptied the room. | |||
She crossed her arms and tried to remember where her emergency station would be | |||
in this situation. Ultimately she decided to secure the shuttles, not that | |||
anyone would be crazy enough to try and slip through the warp envelope. | |||
She watched the security team scramble out leaving their drinks behind and then | |||
headed for the flight deck to check on things. | |||
Respectfully Submitted; | |||
David Kiel and Daniel Belin | |||
NAV Lt Cedria Zade, and SEC Lt. John SeSimms | |||
NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Back to the Grind== | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Back to the Grind== | ||