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| =June 2009=
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| ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: And Then It All Went To Hell==
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| ===by [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]===
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| <PRE>
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| Scene: Planet Monil IV, Capital City.
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| SD 2260.102
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| Lieutenant Commander Sean Merrick shifted uneasily in the limousine's shotgun
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| seat. He tried hard to ignore the loudmouth behind him and enjoy the view of
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| Monil IV's captial city. He sighed and turned to watch the capital's intricate
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| marble edifices blur by.
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| Merrick, about two dozen Starfleet crew, and several planetary officials were
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| convoying from their hotel up to the Grand Council Hall. Their job was
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| straightforward: negotiate for the Federation a treaty to mine the planet's
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| dilithium reserves.
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| Simple enough, Merrick thought. He rolled his eyes and wondered when the
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| councilman behind him would ever shut up about it. The chunky politician had
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| the XO, Commander Jack Steele, well and truly trapped in the rear cabin.
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| "I'm telling you that the Enric provincials won't like it!" Councilman Litro
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| argued. "They won't stand for it! Have you ever met one of them? In their
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| minds, it is the Prasaans' fault that the sun rises and that the sun sets."
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| Merrick harumphed. Hatfields and McCoys evidently had extended family on Monil.
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| As the chief engineer, Merrick had briefed the planetary council on which
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| dilithium deposits they wanted to tap first. It had gone over like a fart in
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| church. The majority of the mines lay in, of all places, the Prasaan province's
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| western border. It was land that the not so wealthy, but very irritable Enric
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| had historically disputed ownership of.
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| Litro carried on. "The Federation contracts will give the Prasaan overwhelming
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| economic and political power. Protests against these treaty talks have already
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| begun. Why, this morning, 5 people were hopitalized after a full out riot!"
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| "We're not about to tell you how to run your politics, councilman," Steele
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| calmly countered. "But the Federation considers that dilithium to be of the
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| utmost strategic importance. Disruption to its production won't be accepted.
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| What will your government do to mitigate relations between the Prasaan and
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| Enric?"
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| "Perhaps you haven't been listening Commander Steele!" Litro scowled. "The
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| Enric don't do compromise. They won't ..."
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| Merrick yawned. It had been like this with the honorable Litro yesterday and
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| the day before. He was checking his communicator's chrono again...when it
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| happened.
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| All of the sudden it seemed like there were explosions everywhere. The lead car
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| erupted in a mushrooming fireball. Glass snapped across Merrick's face even as
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| he was thrown hard against his harness. In an instant, the whole convoy
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| crashed to a halt.
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| Shaking his head, he looked up in shock. He felt as if he had ear muffs on and
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| his vision was blurry. He glanced around. The Captain's limo, along with half
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| the HOOD's senior staff, was a blazing hulk. His own car's driver had slumped,
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| unconscious or dead. Merrick looked forward again. There was a line of smoke
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| leading right up to the first limo's burning wreckage. The image stirred
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| something in Merrick...an urgent little voice began to rise. "OH SH...!"
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| "Out! Out! Get out!" he yelled. "Rockets inbound!"
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| Then he noticed for the first time a frightful pinging sound. Whizzing and
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| ricocheting bullets filled the car. Panicked now, Merrick unhitched his belt
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| and dove for the slightly less exposed rear cabin. Wave after wave of shots
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| thudded around him. He heard a short, very small cry. He peered up and beheld
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| with gut wrenching horror the darling little asian officer from communications.
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| She had taken two rounds to the chest. Her terror stricken eyes held his for a
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| moment, then lost their light forever.
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| Coming back to himself, Merrick realized that the intensity of the shots had
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| lessened. He saw commander Steele next to him laying on top of the councilman
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| and shouting vainly into a communicator.
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| "Jammed!" he spat. The fire seemed to have come from their right, so Steele
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| gestured left.
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| "Go! Go! Go!" Steele shouted as Merrick kicked the door out and they crawled
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| into the street. But as Steele dragged out the sobbing councilman, Merrick
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| realized that there was no real cover nearby. Their caravan had been hit in an
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| open field. The only nearby structure, a tiny convenience store he guessed, had
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| been taken out by a rocket that must have just missed their limo.
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| As shots started to patter close again, Litro began crying hysterically.
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| "They're going to kill us! They're going to kill us!" Steele gave the
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| incontinent man a swift slap to the cheek.
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| "Control yourself councilman!" Steele ordered, even as a bullet tore a
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| respectable hole inches above his own head.
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| Merrick took heart at this spectacle and started thinking again. A glimmer of
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| hope made him creep forward. Their driver had been a security guard. His
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| pistol might not have much range, but it was better than nothing.
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| With some difficulty, he got the driver-side door open and pried the gun out of
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| its holster. No sooner did he have it in hand than Steele thumped him on the
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| shoulder.
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| "The car behind us is still in one piece. It will have one too," the commander
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| said urgently. "Cover me in three ... two ..."
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| Merrick quickly fumbled off the safety and chambered a round. He heard Steele
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| count "one" and popped his head over the hood of the limo. Luck was on his
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| side. A band of six or seven was hoofing it across the open field towards them.
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| He opened fire.
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| The shots caught the attackers completely by surprise. He nailed one Monillian
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| dissident in the leg and two others hit the dirt. Immediately a volley of
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| projectiles whizzed centimeters from his bare skull. Ducking back, he glanced
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| left in time to see three figures outflanking his absurdly exposed position. He
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| squeezed off six rapid shots that miraculously downed two. The third braced
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| against a street pole, and then made the spectacularly bad mistake of trying to
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| look around it for a target. Merrick all but cheered as his slug splattered the
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| man's brains across the pavement.
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| He heard shouts and more fire behind him. Steele had made it to the other car's
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| weapon and was now pumping a danger close assailant full of bullets. Sirens in
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| the distance became audible. More shouts followed and a whistle call went up.
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| By the time Merrick had pulled another clip from his dead driver's belt, the
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| attackers were retreating. He watched them run full tilt towards a couple of
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| air vans off in the distance.
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| Bastards!" he screamed. "Get back here you bastards!" He let off a few more
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| rounds. He wanted to run after them and make them pay for this unmitigated
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| atrocity.
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| But his training overrode that instinct. Some of the attackers he and Steele
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| had downed might still have fight in them. Grimly, he moved toward the nearest
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| and kicked him in the head for good measure.
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| NRPG: Welcome Aboard the HOOD! This part of a prelaunch series Andy and I have
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| been creating to get things fired up. He'll have a few follow-ons to post
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| shortly after mine. Feel free to add on to them! Just reiterating what Andy's
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| already said in his e-mails, we want to make posting aboard the HOOD as fun as
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| possible. If you don't have time for a few pages, a 5-10 paragraph postlet
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| would be just fine. If you're looking for ideas to get the creative juices
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| flowing, just drop us a message. I always return e-mails within 48 hours and
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| usually within 24. I'm always eager to JP, edit drafts, or just talk if you
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| need.
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| Respectfully Submitted,
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| Brian V. Mansur
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| LCDR Sean Merrick
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| FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
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| </PRE>
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| ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Captain Down==
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| ===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]===
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| <PRE>
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| Scene: Planet Monil IV, Capital City.
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| SD 2260.102
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| Damn! Damn! Damn! Steele cursed as he ran a zig zag course
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| towards the relative cover of a partial wall which moments before had been
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| some sort of store. Had been until the rocket that had been meant for his
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| car had missed and taken it out. He had told the captain that, given the
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| tensions and the recent skirmishes between the factions that this had been
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| a BAD idea. Captain Sinclair had known it too, but it was a calculated risk.
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| The government of Montil were aware of the Federation’s technical
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| superiority but wanted to be treated as equals..equals that had something
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| the Federation needed. Badly. So the decision was made to accept their
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| security assurances. And Steele had grudgingly accepted the logic. He
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| should have pushed harder.
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| He flipped open his communicator as his hand groped for the
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| phaser that wasn’t there. Another concession to Montil’s sensibilities.
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| “Steele to HOOD.”
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| [HOOD here. Its good to hear you commander! Sensors are picking
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| up explosions and weapons fire near your location. We can’t raise the
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| captain.] There was mild panic in the comm officer’s voice as if he knew
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| the answer to the unasked question.
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| “The captain is dead along with the majority of the caravan.”
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| Steele replied flatly. “We have multiple hostilies inbound and I don’t
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| think there are enough of the security forces left to hold them off. Set
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| ship’s phasers to stun and target a 2 block radius. Fire when ready.”
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| The order given he spun around to find Merrick. He saw by one
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| of the transports frantically administering CPR to someone in a blue tunic.
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| The doctor? He couldn’t tell with all the smoke. “Merrick! Sean!” The
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| engineer looked up in anguish in time to see Steele point towards the
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| heavens. “Incoming!” They both dove to the ground as the wail of the
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| phasers surrounded them.
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| <<<NRPG>>>
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| As Brian said, some brief backstory that we started. My next two posts
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| will bring us to the 'present'
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| Respectfully,
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| Andy
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| CDR Jack Steele
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| Acting CO
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| USS HOOD NCC 1703
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| ASR ORIGINS
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| </PRE>
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| ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Called on the Carpet==
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| ===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]===
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| <PRE>
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| SD 2260.111
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| Scene: Briefing Room, Starbase 27
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| Commander Jack Steele stood at attention and fought the almost
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| overwhelming urge to tell Admiral Palmer and her two lackeys to go
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| and screw themselves. USS HOOD had slid into orbit 8 days ago and
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| Steele had found himself spending the majority of that time standing
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| in front of a variety of admiralty boards and hearings answering no
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| end of stupid, idiotic questions.
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| Breathe, he told himself. It would all be over soon.
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| His captain was dead along with a number of good officers. As one
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| of the few surviving senior officers the responsibility was his and
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| his alone. He just wished they would finish nitpicking every
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| unimportant detail and cashier him. As he deserved. He could feel
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| the disgusted stares of his ancestors all about him.
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| “Stand easy commander.” She made the rank sound like a
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| curse. Palmer frowned as she accepted a folder from Commodore
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| LaPaz and scanned its contents. She conferred with LaPaz and then
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| turned her attention aback to Steele. “So Mr. Steele let me see
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| if I have everything here. HOOD was ordered to Montil IV to secure
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| dilithium mining rights and possibly extend Protectorate status to
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| the Montil government. Instead you involve yourselves in what
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| could have turned into a civil war, you threw caution to the wind
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| and actually sided with one of the factions and in the process not
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| only killed almost two dozen of your crew but your captain.”
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| Steele bit his tongue. They hadn’t involved themselves
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| they had defended themselves. A lot of good people died. But in
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| doing so they had saved hundreds of innocent bystanders. But that
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| didn’t matter. Starfleet wasn’t interested in intentions only in
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| results. They should have found a way
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| “And just to make it a grand slam.” Palmer droned on. “I have
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| received no less then four communiqués from Montil this morning.
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| Three are from some minor functionaries protesting your heavy
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| handedness, your brutality and complete lack of understanding of the
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| political situation. A situation in which you thrust yourself and
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| by extension the Federation into. I believe you know one of the
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| gentlemen, Councilman Litro?” She looked up until he acknowledge
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| the question with a curt nod. “Yes, well, it seems that the
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| councilman formally requests your arrest and extradition to Montil
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| to stand trial for assaulting him.”
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| Steele could feel his cheeks redden partially from embarrassment but
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| mostly from anger. He had lost control with that whimpering excuse
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| for a sentient being. But assault? It was hardly that.
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| “Finally, this last message is from Prime Minister Travil himself.
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| Having reestablished control of the planetary government and with
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| the support of his Parliament he has agreed to a long term contract
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| with the Federation guaranteeing mineral rights. Apparently he
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| feels you were instrumental in swaying him towards a relationship
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| with the Federation and he would like you to sign the treaty on our
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| behalf. In short,” She stared coldly, “he saved your ass.” A long
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| silent pause settled on the room as Steele tried to wrap his mind
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| around the new reality. He had walked into the room knowing his
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| career was over. There had been no other possible outcome.
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| “Based on the findings of this board I hereby declare that all
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| charges against Commander Jack Steele are dropped. Further, he is
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| to return to duty immediately. This Board is adjourned.” She
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| picked up the small gavel and tapped the bell six times. Silently
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| Commodore LaPaz and Captain Reynolds rose and left the room.
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| “I know you don’t believe it Commander but you did a good job. A
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| damn good job. But regardless of any successes there is the matter
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| of Captain Sinclair. Not to sound overly crass but a dead captain
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| demands serious consequences. Had Captain Sinclair told you about
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| DAUNTLESS?”
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| “DAUNTLESS? No sir.”
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| “I thought not. He wanted to save it for a surprise. The orders
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| weren’t official yet and you know the stickler he could be. He
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| wanted to be the one to tell you that you had been given command of
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| her.”
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| *Had been* The words rang out clearly. As in, until you screwed
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| things up and got your CO killed.
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| “I’m sorry to disappoint both of you. But given what I have seen in
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| your record and in large part due to your action and the decisions
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| you made when you found yourself in command I think I have found a
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| more appropriate position for you.”
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| I’m going to resign Steele thought determinedly. I failed to protect
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| my captain and now they’re going to exile me to some interplanetary
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| shuttle run.
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| “The paperwork will probably take a day or two to take affect but
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| you can begin your duties immediately on my authority. Lord knows
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| you’ll have enough to do. Effective immediately I am promoting you
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| to the rank of captain and assigning you HOOD.” She said
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| matter-of-factly.
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| “I’m afraid I don’t understand Admiral.” He wasn’t sure how long he
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| had stood silently before he managed to get that out.
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| Palmer sighed. “The orders are pretty straight forward captain. If
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| you can’t follow simple direction perhaps I’ve made the wrong
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| decision.” And then she smiled. Steele wouldn’t have thought it had
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| been possible. “Captain Sinclair screwed up. Its very clear from
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| the events and though you don’t come out and say it in your report you
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| know it as well. Caution is an important commodity for a good commander
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| to have. But so is the ability to take action and you clearly
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| demonstrated you had that ability when you found yourself in the
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| position you did. Captain, the CONSTITUTION ships are a rare breed
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| and we need commanders who are just as rare. You will quite often
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| find yourself cut off from authority and making decisions that will
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| affect the quadrant. You will be the law, the peace maker, the
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| explorer and when it hits the fan the fist. I am confident that you
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| are the best person for the job.”
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| “Thank you admiral, I won’t let you down.”
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| “Don’t let yourself or your crew down and I’m sure you’ll come out on top.
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| Now at the risk of ruining my reputation as cold automaton I am further
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| authorizing HOOD to remain in orbit for an additional 14 days. Use that
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| time to get her supplied and make any repairs necessary. Report back
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| here at 08:00 on day 15 with your first officer and I will give you your
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| orders.”
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| “My first officer sir?”
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| “You’ve got two weeks captain more then enough time to find yourself a
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| good one. Dismissed.”
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| Respectfully,
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| Andy
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| CDR Jack Steele
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| Acting CO
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| USS HOOD NCC 1703
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| ASR ORIGINS
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| </PRE>
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| ==[ORGINS]USS HOOD: A New Job==
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| ===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]===
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| <PRE>
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| SD 2260.120
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| Scene: E Deck, USS HOOD
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| Steele walked through the corridors of HOOD with his mind
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| racing. He hadn’t really come to terms with the assignment Palmer had
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| just dropped on him. But all the things he knew he had to do were
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| beginning to nag and that was helping accept the new reality. At least
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| the most pressing one was something that could be solved easily enough.
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| Or at least he thought it would.
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| Entering his cabin he spun the viewer around and hit the
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| white com button. [Bridge, Crewman Johnson.] The rating covering the
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| comm station answered.
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| “Mr. Johnson could you page Commander Merrick and have him
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| report to my quarters?”
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| [Yes sir.]
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| A drink. He had better have a drink he thought as he set out
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| two glasses and filled them both. It didn’t take long for his door
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| chime to announce Sean’s arrival. Jack smiled at that. No doubt the
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| ship’s jungle drums had begun the second he had stepped aboard. By now
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| everyone would know he had returned and with him news of their collective
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| fate.
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| The door slid open and Sean looking more apprehensive then he
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| had expected walked in. He took a look at Jack a quick look down at the
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| two glasses and looked back up to Steele. “How’d it go?”
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| “Well its over.” Steele replied quietly. He gestured to the
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| seat. “You’d better sit.” He advised as he dropped into his own. “The
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| good news is that I have been acquitted. All charges dropped."
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| “That is good news. I told you there was nothing to worry
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| about.” He raised his glass in toast. “To the wisdom of Starfleet.”
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| “And to the impeccable timing of Prime Minister Travil.”
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| Steele added before downing his glass. He refilled both and then put the
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| bottle away.
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| “So whats the rest of it? Or don’t I want to know?”
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| Jack grinned. “Oh hell I was going to string you along for a
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| bit but its such a relief that I’m not packing my bags its just not in me.
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| The short version is that Admiral Palmer bumped me to O-6 and has given me
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| HOOD.”
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| “That’s outstanding!” Sean beamed as he raised his glass
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| again. “This certainly calls for a toast.
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| “Hold on.” Jack interjected. “You might not be so happy in a
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| minute. We’re sailing again in two weeks and this ship and crew need to be
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| 100%. I don’t even know where to start but we’ve got to begin to put things
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| back together. The last mission was declared a success but you and I both
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| know it doesn’t feel that way. Not to us and not to the crew. The loss of
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| the captain and the others so soon after this ship was comissioned was a
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| kick in the guts to not only morale but to our confidence. I need to rebuild
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| that and do it as a new captain and with new officers. I can’t do it alone
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| Sean I’m going to need your help.”
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| “You’ve got it, you know that.”
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| “I do know that. That’s why I told Admiral Palmer you were my
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| only choice for First Officer. Will you help me?”
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| <<<NRPG>>>
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| Brian: Still time to run away screaming.
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| All: NRPG to follow
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| Respectfully,
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| Andy Catterick
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| CAPT Jack Steele
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| CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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| ASR ORIGINS
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| </PRE>
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| ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Making the Pact==
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| ===by [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]===
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| <PRE>
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| Scene: Officers' Quarters, E Deck, USS HOOD
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| SD 2260.120
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| Merrick listened carefully to Steele. Something was coming.
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| "The loss of the captain and the others so soon after this ship was comissioned
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| was a kick in the guts to not only morale but to our confidence." Steele look
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| grave. "I need to rebuild that and do it as a new captain and with new
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| officers. I can't do it alone Sean. I'm going to need your help.
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| "You've got it, you know that."
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| "I do know that. That's why I told Admiral Palmer you were my only choice
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| for First Officer. Will you help me?"
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| And there it was. Just like that.
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| "I've got your back Captain," Merrick earnestly nodded. "Where you want to
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| start?"
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| Steele smiled with a wink. "With this toast." They stood. "To the Mighty
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| HOOD! May her heroes never bleed in vain."
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| * * *
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| Later outside the Captain's quarters, Merrick wasn't sure how to feel. Their
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| chat had been encouraging and they had a lot of exciting work ahead of them.
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| But then how many times had he busted his ass for a dream and achieved it only
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| to bitterly regret it later? The last time he'd let himself be euphoric about
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| anything was when he'd proposed to Jeri. And look where that had taken him.
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| Respectfully Submitted,
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| Brian V. Mansur
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| LCDR Sean Merrick
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| FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
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| </PRE>
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| ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Up the new ladder...==
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| ===by [[Martens_David|Martens, David]]===
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| <PRE>
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| USS HOOD: Up the new ladder...
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| SD2260.120
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| Scene: Engineering, USS HOOD
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| ARr'Rhiana had just been off the shuttlecraft from the hangarbay of the HOOD and
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| now was looking around to get to the Captains ReadyRoom. She took her time, the
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| ship was no way ready to leave Drydock already and, as was common in her race,
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| she didn't felt any urge to hurry to the Captain or anywhere else.
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| Engineering was the nearest to the hangarbay, so she passed by to see how it
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| looked. It was huge, much bigger then the WARRANT's or TRIFFID's engineering
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| sections. Hemux looked around and wondered if all of this Constitution Class
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| ship's spaces would look as magnificent as this room. She would love to spend
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| some time her, but time would be on her hand as spacetravel was still a long,
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| long journey.
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| She continued her way through the ship, engineers where replacing damaged
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| conduits, placing new consoles or working away minor damage through the whole
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| ship. She reached the Science Department, her new home for the next, well who
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| knows how many years or decades. ARr'Rhiana did not care much for time, she
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| would life longer then these humans aboard this ship and probably still serve on
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| a starship while most of the younger crew where already dead. Time was not of
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| importance for her.
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| She looked around the corner and... "...Look out, idiot,..." Yelled a human
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| engineer as he almost slammed a structural supportbeam in her face. ARr'Rhiana
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| blew up her face till two times the proportions it normally had in reaction and
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| from surprise which, in turn, made the engineer drop his supportbeam denting a
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| lab-table.
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| "Good heavens, don't do that ever again, lady. You can't pop up while we are
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| working around and for all sakes, certainly not blow up your face like that."
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| The man looked angry to her and tried to pull the beam straight up again.
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| Hemux was slightly amused and gave him a broad smile, that the man clearly did
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| not found very comforting, he probably was not used to Denobulans. "I just
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| wanted to see my new office, mister..."
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| The man turned a bit pale "Oh, you're one of the officers? I... I am sorry
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| Ma'am, I had no idea, I hope you don't report this minor incident to the
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| Captain?"
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| ARr'Rhiana shook her head, "Offcourse not, I take it your intentions where just
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| for caution and not intentionally meant to insult or harm me. So, Can you show
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| me my office now?"
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| The man was pleased to help her out and gave her a short tour through the
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| science lab. She asked him all out and gave him some advise and suggestions for
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| how she liked her lab to be equipped and organized. Then, finally she went on
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| to the bridge.
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| Scene: E-Deck, Captains Readyroom, USS HOOD
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| ARr'Rhiana Hemux shimmed the door with her transfer orders on the PADD in her
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| hand and waited for the Captain to let her in...
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| <tag anyone>
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| <<<NRPG>>>
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| All: NRPG to follow
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| Respectfully,
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| David Martens
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| Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux
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| CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703
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| ASR ORIGINS
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| </PRE>
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| ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Nightmares from the past, promises to the Future ...==
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| ===by [[Martens_David|Martens, David]]===
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| <PRE>
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| USS HOOD: Nightmares from the past, promises to the Future ...
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| SD2260.85
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| Scene: Appartment Lunar Colony
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| ARr'Rhiana was staring out the window , she did not noticed the crowd, she
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| inhaled deep and slowly the halicinations and daydreams began...
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| Flashback... date : 2177...
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| "... So tell me, ARr'Rhiana, why do you believe we should come to closer
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| contact with the Antarans?"
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| The young girl stood up next to her desk and looked to her teacher "It's just
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| the proper way to do, if we want to continue as member of the Star Fleet
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| Federation then we should be have as merifull and friendly people. It is
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| impoirtant not to hold any hatred. The Federation main standards are to keep
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| peace and freindly contacts with any reasonable race. If we show we can be
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| reasonable towards the Antarans, then the Federation will appreciate that and
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| help us."
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| She sat back down and looked with big innocent eyes to her teacher who clenched
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| her lips together in disagreement, yet also the teacher knew there was wisdom
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| and reason, and what was maybe more important, political correctness in the
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| words of the child.
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| "...very... interesting statement, Hemux. Indeed the Federationi does not want
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| another war and likes friendly co-operation between their members."
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| The teacher paused for a moment "... Just don't forget that we are Denobulans,
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| we have our own culture, our own habits, remember the Federations might have
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| other standards then we have. Never forget who we are! Now let again review
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| how the Earth race defines marriage, as a bond between two individuals.
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| Jern"dagh stop laughing, I know it sounds ridiculous, but we are here to learn
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| about other cultures..."
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| ... Present...
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| Hemux shivers and blinked her eyes, why that memory came back to her so vivid
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| was unclear, she did not care much and took a new deep breath...
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| ... flashback... Date: 2190...
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| "... I tell you, GrRonn'darg, it really is so... Federationists will talk to us
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| tomorrow. I heard it from the headmaster himself."
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| "Hemux, stop dreaming, why would Federation wants to talk to us?"
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| "They are negotiating new treaties between Denobulan and the Federation, they
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| need people to work for them. Our Academy is the perfect place to find people."
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| "Hemux, your hallucinating again? You really think they would wnat you to work
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| for them? Get three husbands and twelve children and then we talk again."
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| "You're a brute, GrRon'darg , Remember Phlox? He was Medical Chief on board of
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| the Enterprise. He came here a year ago to talk to us. He was Ambassador for
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| the Federation, he says they accept females on starships."
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| "Oohhh and Arr'Rhiana wants to be on a starship also ? Ok, ok , we will see in
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| a decade or two."
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| ... Present...
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| Hemux rememberer, that was the first time she really was convinced she would
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| enter Star Fleet one day. That day, when her students made fun out of her,
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| pressed her onto the position of the Denobulan Female. She knew that day she
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| once would be more... The dreams came on her again...
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| ... flashback... Date : 2205...
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| "...And this is Arh. Arria..." The aide looked helpless to ARr'Rhiana
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| "Arr'Rhiana Hemux, you can call me Rhiana, or Hemux, Sir." She said in perfect
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| Standard Terran to the new Ambassador for Star Fleet on Denobula as she bend her
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| head to her superior.
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| "Rhiana, your Terran is flawless, my compliments." The tall sapiens looked to
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| her with respect.
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| "Thank you, Sir, I also speak Klingon, Vulcan, Romulan, Orion and Antaran. And
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| several other language I have basic understanding and knowledge of speech, but
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| not enough to uphold long, detailed conversations."
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| The Ambbasador nodded to his aide "Take note of that, it might comein handy if
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| we go to formal diners or so. With her many languages she can easy translate
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| conversations. Are youalso familiar with say, science and tecnical vocabulary?"
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| Arr'Rhiana nodded "Yes, Sir, I done basic studies in science and engineering and
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| I am plannig to gain a degree in one or both fields some day."
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| "Some day? Your file states you're... 40 standard Terran years old ?"
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| Hemux gave him a slight smile "In Denobulan terms I am only a teenager, Sir we
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| have a lifespan that is four five times longer then homo sapiens."
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| The Ambassador had a discomforted look on his face "We prefer the term humans,
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| not Homo sapiens, Hemux. And I keep forgetting you Denobulans life so long, is
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| it true some of your people are more then 400 years old?"
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| Hemux nodded" I will remember, Sir. And yes, my great grandmother was 519 years
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| old when she died, and my grandmother is now 407 and she is still in perfect
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| health. She even remembers the last Anatran war from her childhood."
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| ... Present...
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| She smiled , her first job in Star Fleet at least, that was how she remembers
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| it, it was not really Starfleet Offcourse. ...
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| ... flashback... Date: 2219...
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| "Hemux, The chief wants to see you." Markus nodded to her as he showed her to
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| Chief Science Officer Landons office.
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| Rhiana sighed "What is the problem, Sir?" She asked Landon as he had closed the
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| door behind them.
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| Landon smiled, no problem, Hemux. I just want to compliment you on your latest
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| report and suggestions. Your idea's for terraforming under a Class F sun showed
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| to be most useful. I would like to have you as our representative on the next
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| Exo-Biology Science week. If you agree, you will meet the finest and best
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| scientist in Exo-biology there are in the whole Federation.."
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| Rhiana was stunned and nodded "I wil do so, Sir, Thank you for the honour..."
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| ... Present...
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| Rhiana nodded, that was her first trip of Denobula, her first meeting with
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| scientists from all over the Galaxy. That was the day she decided she wanted to
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| be more a scientist then an translator, more an engineer then a housewife...
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| ... flashback... Date: 2235...
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| "I can't, I can't leave them. My work here is to important." Alexander
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| Norvosky planted is hands on his desk. "Rhiana, I heve come to respect jur
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| opinions, but I say fis as jur superior, ju should go to Earf and join the
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| Fleet.."
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| Rhiana was so upset that she didn't even noticed Alexander his Russian accent
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| became more heavy as his frustration raised also. He really was convinced of
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| his idea: She should join Star Fleet Academy.
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| Alexander sat down again and sighed "Rhiana, we can replace you here, our work
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| is mainly maintanance, upkeeping the ships that land here. You can do better.
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| Your ideas n Warp Dribve dynamics is very good, I do not understand half of what
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| you say, but each time you have prooven to be right in finetuning the engines,
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| replacing conduits or recalibrating the warp - coils. Star Fleet needs
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| inventive minds like yours. You should go."
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| She sighed "I will think about it." Was all she said.
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| ... Present...
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| She still could hear Alexander singing the day she announced she was accepted
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| for Star Fleet academy and she would join the fleet. He became drunk on her
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| good-bye party. She was so pleased she had listened to him, and now... she
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| didn't know...
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| ... flashback... Date: 2241...
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| "Ensign Hemux reporting for Duty, Sir..."
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| The tall human stood up from his chair and hodl out his hadn "Welcome aboard the
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| WARRANT, Ensign, glad to have you aboard. I have heard a lot of good from you.
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| Our Chief Science Officer will be pleased to have you in his section."
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| ARrr'Rhiana nodded and looked around so proud, she really was on a satrship, not
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| for training, not a simulation, but for real. The WARRANT so big, more then 200
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| metres long, going warp 5 easily. She was looking forward to study the new
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| worlds and new races they would discover. A new life had begun...
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| ... Present...
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| She never had forgotten her first steps on the WARRANT. She still had
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| miniatures of that ship, she still knew the names of her captain, she still
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| remembered the first time they made first contact.
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| ... flashback... Date: 2259...
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| "... Return fire, all phasors..." "We are losing shields, captain, starboard
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| engines have been damaged, she can't take much more."
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| ARr'Rhiana coughed as smoke filled the engineering-room and sparks flew all
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| around. Another hit and lights went dim.
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| [Warning, hull breach at deck 7 and deck 3, ...Warning, intruder alert, ...
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| Warning hull-integrity failing on decks 8 and 11...]
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| Hemux grabbed a phasor as a green Orion pirate showed up in engineering and
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| smacked one of her engineers aside. She lifted the weapon and fired it,
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| blasting the Orion to the side. A second and third Orion showed up from out of
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| the smoke, a fist hit her, she struggled, her face blew up in defense , making
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| them laugh, a fist hit again, darkness..."
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| ... Present...
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| Tears dripped down her cheecks as the halucinations became more vivid, more
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| real, closer to her present days. Hemux shivers but she endured the rage and
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| apin, halucinations where good, they might help...
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| ... flashback... Date: 2259...
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| She hit once, twice, three times and stepped back. The ugly Alpha Centaurian in
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| front of her blinked his eyes, spit out some blood and sank to his knees.
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| Cheers and laughs where around her as suddenly all sound dropped still. "What
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| is going on here?" Six Orion guards pushed themselves way through the crowd and
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| looked down to the fallen man and to the Denobulan female. "A troublemaker we
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| have here, right?" the commander said and snapped his fingers. They grabbed
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| hemux her arms, bended them far back as he slammed his fists in her stomach.
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| I don't like trouble. I don't like Denobulans, I don't like you." He said,
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| eavch time slamming his fist carefully in her kidneys, her liver, her sides.
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| "Bring her to the questioningroom, I think she need s a lesson."
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| Hemux shivered "no, no please, I won't cause any trouble, he sytared it, not me,
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| he wnated to rapeme."
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| The Orion laughed "So, what's the big deal? You're a female, you are born to be
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| raped."
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| She was dragged into a dark room, she knew what was to come, first the pain, the
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| scars, the fists and then ...stripped nude and then...
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| ... Present...
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| Hemux scramed out loud and dropped to her knees, breathing heavy, a nurse came
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| in kneeling besides her.
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| " Easy, easy, it's all over, you are safe here." ARr'Rhiana cried, deep loud
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| cries for help, for comfort, scratching at her scars, her head filled with pain,
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| remembering each scar, each blow, each time she was raped, each time she had to
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| fight, even kill to survive. Memories and things she had done. Things no
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| doctor, no counsellor knew about. Dark secrets, no Denobulan worthy, what the
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| Orions had done to her, to the children in the camp, to her crew, she would not,
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| she could not forget.
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| She smiled to the nurse, "It's alright, I am fine. It was just... a
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| hallucination..."
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| The nurse helped her to bed. "Tomorrow you have another session with the
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| counsellor, it will help, take a rest."
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| Hemux closed her eyes, she had cleared her mind, she had relived and survived,
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| from now on it would go better. Soon, very soon she would go out again, she
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| would be on a Starship again. One day she would be Captain of her own ship, it
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| did not matter how many decades it might take her, she would be Captain one day,
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| it was her Oath. And when that day came, a smile came on her face, Captain
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| Hemux, ...on that day Orion would pay...
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| <<<NRPG>>>
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| Just Adding some background to my character...
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| All, meet Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux, Denobelan female, with a long lifetime already
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| passed, with dark secrets, dark desires and maybe even a hidden agenda for her
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| own...
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| I think it will be fun!
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| Respectfully,
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| David Martens
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| Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux
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| CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703
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| ASR ORIGINS
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| </PRE>
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|
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| ==[ORIGINS]USS HOOD: First Aboard==
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| <PRE>
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| Scene; Captain's Office, Edeck
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| SD: 2260.155
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| MD: -14.1300
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| Steele looked up from the view screen as a Denobulan in a
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| blue tunic entered his office.
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| "Lieutenant ARr'Rhiana Hemux reporting for assignment sir." She said
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| crisply.
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| Jack reached up and accepted the red data disc. "Thank you lieutenant.
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| PLease have a seat." Steele inserted the disc into the slot and watched
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| as Hemux's data came up on the monitor. He gave the information a quick
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| scan before looking up at the smiling science officer. He'd met a few
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| Denobulan's in his career but never actually served with one. He smiled
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| at the thought it would be interesting to get to new a representative of
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| another race more closely. It was one of the reasons he had joined
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| Starfleet.
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| The Federation and by extension Starfleet had been
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| established as a multispecies body. But Jack and found much to his
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| disappointment that by and large the different races tended to stay with
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| there own. HOOD for example carried a large percentage of humans and he
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| knew there were ships that were largely Andorian for example. He knew
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| that the trend for greater integration was continuing but sometimes it
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| seemed at too slow a pace. He gave himself a mental shake and turned his
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| attention back to his new science officer.
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| "You arrive at a particularly fortuitous time lieutenant."
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| Steele said as he pulled the data disc out of the slot and handed back to
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| Hemux.
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| "Excellent captain. How so?"
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| "HOOD is in a transition of sorts. I have just recently
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| been given command and we'll be replacing the majority of her officers.
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| Actually you are the first one aboard. But with that change while there
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| are a number of advantages but there will be a number of challenges. I'm
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| afraid we're all going to be very busy."
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| "I look forward to it captain!" The Denobulan assured.
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| "Well I see from your career you will be a strong asset to
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| the team. And I imagine you're interested in getting too it. So I won't
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| keep you. " He rose and extended a hand. "Welcome aboard."
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| <<<NRPG>>>
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| Hi Gang, just quick word about the Stardate (SD) it is created by taking
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| the RP game year: 2260 and the day of the year we are in. As June 04 is
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| the 155th day of the year the SD would be 2260.155.
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| I've also started a Mission Date (MD) so we can keep track of where we are
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| in the mission. Since we haven't actually started a mission and it is 14
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| ship board days until we do I've set the MD as -14.
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| Also, I sent this post about an hour ago...or so I thought I did. It
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| seems to have disappeared from my sent folder and not arrived anywhere so
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| I'm re-sending. Apolgies if you end up seeing two posts.
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| Respectfully,
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| Andy
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| CAPT Jack Steele
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| CO, USS HOOD
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| NCC 1703
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| </PRE>
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| ==[ORIGINS]==
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