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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Helping Hand== | |||
===Scott Lusby=== | |||
SD: 2260.349 | |||
MD: 2.1535 | |||
Setting: Motel Room | |||
<<snip- from Andy's post, entitled "Special Delivery?">> | |||
Gar reached down and picked up the pictures. "We have a stalker." He said | |||
as he flipped through them before handing them over to Jack and John. There | |||
was a picture of the three of them getting off the starliner, one of them | |||
walking through the port, DeSimms purchasing the weapons, Jack and Gar | |||
sitting in the Laughing Vulcan. | |||
Jack unfolded a piece of paper, the only other content of the envelope. At | |||
the top was written 'Try Harder!' below it was what looked to be some | |||
computer addresses and authorization codes with the words Klingon Defence | |||
Net underlined several times. He handed the paper over to the Andorian. | |||
"What do you make of this?" | |||
"Someone wants to give us a hand?" | |||
"Maybe. Or someone toying with us, letting us know we are out of our | |||
league." He sighed. "I think we may have some competition." | |||
<<snip- new material>> | |||
Gar harrumphed. "Well, if that's the case, then it's not the Am-Tal," he | |||
said. | |||
Steele raised an eyebrow in inquiry. | |||
The Andorian engineer shook his head. "Because an Am-Tal operative would | |||
not be so arrogant- not before his mission was through, anyway. The | |||
operative would simply carry out the mission, and maybe, if it didn't | |||
interfere with anything else, gloat a little afterwards. But until the | |||
mission was finished..." He let the statement trail off. | |||
DeSimms walked over, heavy rifle in hand. "You're still assuming that | |||
Doctor Sahen has something to hide- a murderous past, a heinous talent." | |||
DeSimms paused as Gar acknowledged his thought. "What if Sahen has | |||
something to OFFER the Federation?" | |||
Gar thought about John's point. "That changes things," he admitted. | |||
Then, he looked back at the Captain. "But only so far as that it means the | |||
Am-Tal might not even be involved in this. If Sahen has something of | |||
possible benefit to the Federation, then why would the Am-Tal even bother? | |||
This is a Federation matter, not for Andoria's own security. No- I still | |||
think this means we aren't looking at Am-Tal involvement." | |||
Suddenly, a 4th voice broke in. "Don't be too sure about that, Mr. | |||
Th'elenth." | |||
All three whirled around to face the door again, only to see a statuesque | |||
Andorian woman quietly closing the door behind her. As she turned to face | |||
the three Starfleet officers again, her ice-blue eyes seemed to sparkle to | |||
Gar in their defiance. "And don't underestimate Andoria's dedication and | |||
commitment to the Federation, either." | |||
She turned to meet Steele's stare. "I am Avae Zh'sharav, Andorian | |||
Security," she said, bowing slightly, her long, white hair swaying as she | |||
did. | |||
"Jack Steele," he said. The, nodding across the room. "That's John | |||
DeSimms, and Gar Th'elenth." | |||
She met Gar's gaze again. "The Elenth clan is most highly respected, Gar," | |||
she said, bowing again. | |||
"As is the Sharav clan," Gar replied, a hint of a curl tugging at the | |||
corners of his lips. | |||
Steele interrupted the two of them. "What are you doing here?" Steele | |||
asked, his tone clipped and terse. | |||
"I am here to help you, Captain," she replied, her own tone soft, airy. | |||
"I think he meant 'what are you doing on Arcturus?'- considering it is not | |||
within the normal operational sphere of the Am-Tal," he said, stepping | |||
closer to Avae. | |||
"No, it is not," she said. "And I can't tell you why I'm here because I | |||
don't know- other than that I was tasked with seeing that you got Doctor | |||
Sahen off-planet safely and quickly." | |||
"We already HAVE help," DeSimms quipped. "And I wasn't aware that we needed | |||
any more." | |||
Avae turned to the Security man and, though her tone remained airy and | |||
melodic, her expression was one of ice. "If you are referring to the other | |||
three members of the HOOD's senior staff, they will be here in a few hours. | |||
However, both parties have managed to attract enough 'unwanted attention' to | |||
alert the wrong people. I am here to see that this 'attention' goes away- | |||
or, failing that, that it does no harm to you or your 'package.'" | |||
"Then this is YOUR doing?" Steele said, holding up the pictures and the | |||
note. | |||
Zh'sharav nodded. "Yes. I had intended to simply try and shock you into | |||
focusing, but it's too late for that now. Forces are moving against you- | |||
KLINGON forces- and you will need my help." | |||
There was a long moment of silence, until Gar broke it. "What exactly is | |||
Doctor Sahen's importance, and why would the Klingons want him?" | |||
Avae turned to face Gar. "That, Commander, I do NOT know." She paused, | |||
then added, "It is, however, in our best interests to find out- preferably | |||
BEFORE he arrives." | |||
"And that will be--" Steele asked. | |||
"Just after your friends get here," she replied, "IF my intelligence is | |||
accurate." | |||
They looked a round to one another. Then, Steele said, "It seems we have a | |||
new friend- AND a lot of work to do." | |||
<<TIMELINE>> | |||
MD 2.1535- Gar, Jack and John meet Avae Zh'sharav, an Am Tal operative who | |||
claims to be there to help them. | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
Just pushing this forward some. Hope it's OK. :) | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
AND | |||
Avae Zh'sharav | |||
Am-Tal Operative | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||