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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
| |
| 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
| |
| 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
| |
| 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
| |
| 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,
| |
| she could not forget.
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| | |
| She smiled to the nurse, "It's alright, I am fine. It was just... a
| |
| hallucination..."
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| | |
| The nurse helped her to bed. "Tomorrow you have another session with the
| |
| 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,
| |
| from now on it would go better. Soon, very soon she would go out again, she
| |
| would be on a Starship again. One day she would be Captain of her own ship, it
| |
| did not matter how many decades it might take her, she would be Captain one day,
| |
| it was her Oath. And when that day came, a smile came on her face, Captain
| |
| 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
| |
| passed, with dark secrets, dark desires and maybe even a hidden agenda for her
| |
| own...
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| I think it will be fun!
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| | |
| | |
| Respectfully,
| |
| David Martens
| |
| 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: First Aboard==
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| ===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]===
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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
| |
| 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.
| |
| PLease have a seat." Steele inserted the disc into the slot and watched
| |
| as Hemux's data came up on the monitor. He gave the information a quick
| |
| scan before looking up at the smiling science officer. He'd met a few
| |
| Denobulan's in his career but never actually served with one. He smiled
| |
| at the thought it would be interesting to get to new a representative of
| |
| another race more closely. It was one of the reasons he had joined
| |
| Starfleet.
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| The Federation and by extension Starfleet had been
| |
| established as a multispecies body. But Jack and found much to his
| |
| disappointment that by and large the different races tended to stay with
| |
| 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
| |
| that the trend for greater integration was continuing but sometimes it
| |
| seemed at too slow a pace. He gave himself a mental shake and turned his
| |
| 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
| |
| 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
| |
| are a number of advantages but there will be a number of challenges. I'm
| |
| 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
| |
| the team. And I imagine you're interested in getting too it. So I won't
| |
| 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
| |
| 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
| |
| in the mission. Since we haven't actually started a mission and it is 14
| |
| 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] USS HOOD: Doctor Orders==
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| ===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]===
| |
| <PRE>
| |
| SD2260.155
| |
| Scene: Nondescript Room in Spaceport near Starbase 12
| |
| | |
| | |
| The room was dimly lit and showed itself to be utilitarian in purpose. Corbett
| |
| found himself seated at a cramped table, forced into a chair that faced the only
| |
| light source in the room, which was beating down on him. He focused first on
| |
| the Nausicaan and watched through lidded eyes as the creature's hand went to the
| |
| hilt of his knife. He was in trouble and he knew it. Slowly he crossed his legs
| |
| under the table and threw a slight smile to the Andorian who sat to his left and
| |
| was trying to look menacing, his hand inside his jacket obviously wrapped around
| |
| a weapon.
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| | |
| Corbett knew he had to be careful here, one wrong move and he could end up in
| |
| pieces on the floor. He looked to his right at the Tellerite, the third member
| |
| of this trio and smiling at him he slowly reached into his left boot which
| |
| rested on his knee and quietly pulled the hammer back on the old earth colt
| |
| cobra revolver that sat in its ankle holster.
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| | |
| "It's your move." He said to the Tellerite, his eyes glancing back to the
| |
| Nausicaan whose hand he noticed grasped his knife, tightly. He felt more
| |
| comfortable knowing he could take down the Nausicaan first, with a single shot.
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| The Tellerite was deep in thought, his right hand constantly stroking his chin.
| |
| "Fleeter," he said looking at Corbett, his Federation Standard heavily accented.
| |
| "I will take great pleasure in destroying you."
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| The Andorian remained silent, only the Nausicaan's grunt made the Tellerite
| |
| continue.
| |
| | |
| "How does it stand now?" The Tellerite asked his voice tense.
| |
| | |
| "The Andorian has folded. I raised, as did the Nausicaan. So just call already
| |
| and let's get on with the damn game." Corbett said snapping at him.
| |
| | |
| "Fine, I'll do that, I'll call." The Tellerite said throwing his chips onto the
| |
| table. A second later he laid down his cards and said "Three of a kind."
| |
| | |
| "Not good enough to beat a straight." Corbett said laying down his own cards.
| |
| | |
| The Nausicaan broke into a broad smile, which always looked like a sinister
| |
| expression on their hard features. "I believe, I have what you call, a Full
| |
| House." He said dropping his cards onto the table. Corbett saw that the
| |
| Nausicaan used both hands to pull his winnings in toward his chest.
| |
| | |
| Corbett relaxed a bit now that the Nausicaan's hand was no longer gripping the
| |
| hilt of his knife. With an exaggerated movement of his right hand he brought the
| |
| cigar to his lips and puffed appreciatively. He hoped that this would distract
| |
| them while he secretly released the hammer on his revolver with the other hand.
| |
| | |
| "That's a filthy habit," observed the Andorian, his antennae moving in opposite
| |
| directions of each other.
| |
| | |
| "This is a Cuban cigar, one of the finest smokes in the galaxy." Corbett
| |
| retorted incredulous at the statement.
| |
| | |
| "I thought doctors were supposed to know better than that." The Tellerite said
| |
| jumping into the conversation.
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| | |
| "As a doctor I believe you can do anything in moderation."
| |
| | |
| "Earth history has never been one of moderation." The Andorian said.
| |
| | |
| "Individuals sometimes find it easier rather than entire cultures." He said
| |
| tilting his head back and blowing a smoke ring.
| |
| | |
| "What about the weapon concealed in your boot, would you have used moderation
| |
| with that as well?" The Andorian asked.
| |
| | |
| "That depends." Corbett replied a little annoyed that he had been spied reaching
| |
| into his boot. "Let me ask the Nausicaan a similar question." He said gesturing
| |
| toward him with his cigar hand. "What were you going to do with the knife you
| |
| were gripping so tightly?"
| |
| | |
| "I swore that if I lost another hand to you I was going to cut out your heart
| |
| and eat it." He said another smile crossing his lips.
| |
| | |
| "See now, that's not moderation. I was just going to shoot you in the kneecap,
| |
| that's moderation. You'd be alive and I'd even throw in a new knee, gratis."
| |
| | |
| "Very kind of you." The Nausicaan said shuffling the chips in front of him.
| |
| | |
| "I think it time we play a real game, one from Andoria." Added their blue
| |
| companion as he picked up the cards and began to shuffle.
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| | |
| "Sorry, but it's time I get moving. I have a shuttle to catch early in the
| |
| morning." Corbett said pushing his chair back.
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| | |
| "Ah yes the Hood, your new assignment." The Tellerite said looking very smug.
| |
| | |
| Corbett stopped for a moment and turned his head so he could look the Tellerite
| |
| in the eyes. "You seem to know a lot for someone who is not fleet, my porcine
| |
| friend."
| |
| | |
| "A space port near a Starbase is a very small place and I have big ears." He
| |
| said smiling.
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| | |
| "What else do you're big ears hear Tellerite?" Corbett asked making sure the
| |
| Tellerite understood it really wasn't a question.
| |
| | |
| "Many things, but if you want to know something specific, you may need to help
| |
| my memory." He said his eyes darting to Corbett's pile of chips.
| |
| | |
| "Oh right," Corbett said looking up at him. "Will some metal help?" he asked
| |
| shuffling the metallic chips.
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| | |
| "Oh most definitely," The Tellerite said, his voice picking up in enthusiasm.
| |
| "It helps center my thoughts."
| |
| | |
| "Ok, here's my deal. You tell me what you know, or I'll take off one of your big
| |
| ears with a piece of lead."
| |
| | |
| "Only one ear?" Asked the Nausicaan trying to be helpful.
| |
| | |
| "Spirit of moderation and all." Corbett said smiling as his hand went for his
| |
| boot.
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| | |
| "Fine, fine, I'll tell you what the word is going around about you." The
| |
| Tellerite said quickly, his voice a bit sulky.
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| | |
| "It seems strange to many that one only commissioned a year ago is assigned as
| |
| the Chief Medical Officer to a top fleet starship like the Hood" He said, then
| |
| added quickly "There is also the question about your past."
| |
| | |
| "What about my past." Corbett said focusing in on that little bit of station
| |
| gossip.
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| | |
| "They say you had some trouble with Starfleet Medical causing you to be posted
| |
| out in the middle of nowhere known as Cestus III.
| |
| | |
| "The Tellerite has a point," said the Andorian "There are rumors circulating
| |
| about you."
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| | |
| A large chuckle broke from Corbett at those words. As he looked over his
| |
| companions their interest seemed to be peaked.
| |
| | |
| "Let's just say there was an incident, a really big incident and I needed to go
| |
| away for a while." He said.
| |
| | |
| "You ran like a coward?" Asked the Nausicaan his face contorted in disgust.
| |
| | |
| "No, I was given a chance to go into deep space." Corbett answered. "And I took
| |
| it."
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| | |
| "That still doesn't explain things." The Andorian said.
| |
| | |
| "You're right it doesn't." Corbett said standing, then added "Night all."
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| | |
| SD2260.156
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| 0700
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| | |
| Scene: Interior Cabin: USS Culver NCC-0527, Long-Range Shuttle
| |
| and Personnel Transport
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| | |
| | |
| "Hey Cowboy is that your over sized trunk in the cargo space." Corbett heard the
| |
| voice say.
| |
| | |
| "That's Doctor Cowboy to you." He replied.
| |
| | |
| "What's in that thing anyway?" The voice asked
| |
| | |
| Corbett was sitting very comfortably in a high backed chair in the rear of the
| |
| shuttle, his cowboy hat covering his eyes as he was trying to sleep, but somehow
| |
| that annoying voice didn't get that.
| |
| "Medical supplies and lots of them." He said pushing his hat upon his head so he
| |
| could see who he was talking with.
| |
| | |
| "Sounded like a bunch of bottles clanking, when they loaded her into the cargo
| |
| compartment." The annoying voice continued; however Corbett could now see that
| |
| the voice was attached to a pinched faced little man.
| |
| | |
| "That surprises you -why?" Corbett asked sarcastically even though he was
| |
| getting a little nervous with this line of questioning.
| |
| | |
| "I've been on lots of supply runs, some of them carrying medical supplies and
| |
| equipment, but I never heard them clank around like that before. Besides I
| |
| thought we stopped using glass for medical supplies years ago. So what's in the
| |
| trunk really?" He asked.
| |
| | |
| "Who are you again?" Corbett asked trying to deflect him.
| |
| | |
| "Lieutenant James Maxwell, I'm the shuttle pilot for this run." He said with a
| |
| little too much zeal.
| |
| | |
| "Well you seem like a curious fellow Mr. Maxwell so I'll let you decide what you
| |
| want to do. That big over sized crate you are so keenly interested in has a
| |
| numeric lock whose code is 1985. You with me so far? "he asked.
| |
| | |
| Corbett waited for him to give me a small nod then continued. "So here is your
| |
| dilemma Slick. In that crate there are either several bottles of Tequila and
| |
| maybe a bottle or five of Romulan Ale. Then again it might just contain some
| |
| very specialized medicines and live viral strains to create vaccines, which can
| |
| only be contained and transported in sterile glass containers. So it's your
| |
| choice to open it or not, but be aware if it's the latter and I'm not sayin it
| |
| is mind ya, but if it is, then there are some really nasty things in them glass
| |
| bottles.
| |
| | |
| Now like you say, if them boys loadin that crate weren't none too careful and
| |
| one of them glass bottles broke. Well let's just say I wouldn't open that trunk
| |
| without a special ventilation and biohazard unit right next to me and maybe some
| |
| Bicyclic alpha-Polytropine on hand as well."
| |
| | |
| "Why, what's the worst that could happen?" Maxwell asked his voice a little
| |
| shaky.
| |
| | |
| "Well I'd say pretty soon after opening that lid your mucous membranes would
| |
| start to itch, then real soon that itch would progress into an excruciating
| |
| burn. After that, without immediate treatment, your mucous membranes would begin
| |
| to explode in huge boils that would melt the skin."
| |
| | |
| "Where are these membranes?" He asked his eyes wide as saucers.
| |
| | |
| "Mainly your nose and mouth, well that and one other place." Corbett said
| |
| clipping off the last part of his sentence.
| |
| | |
| "What other place?" Maxwell asked his voice almost pleading.
| |
| | |
| "Um, down there." Corbett said pointing to the man's groin.
| |
| | |
| The human body is always amazing. After gulping rather hard the young Lieutenant
| |
| turned 5 shades whiter than when the conversation started.
| |
| | |
| "Again it's your choice to take the risk and have a peak inside, but I'm on the
| |
| record as stating a strong medical opinion to the contrary."
| |
| | |
| "No sir, I don't really need to look in the trunk I believe they are medical
| |
| supplies." Maxwell said moving toward the front of the compartment.
| |
| | |
| "Very good Mr. Maxwell, I'll just take a little nap until we rendezvous with the
| |
| Hood." He said dropping his hat back over his face, mostly to cover the
| |
| noticeable grin. "Wake me when we are in range." He added not bothering to lift
| |
| his hat and then promptly fell asleep.
| |
| | |
| <TBC>
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| | |
| | |
| <<<NRPG>>>
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| | |
| | |
| Just Adding some depth to my character, as I'm getting ready to join the crew...
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| | |
| Respectfully Submitted,
| |
| Steve Apple
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| Stile Corbett, MD
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| MED, USS Hood NCC-1703
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| ASR ORIGINS
| |
| </PRE>
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| | |
| ==[Origins] HOOD: Hell, Delivered==
| |
| ===by [[Belin_Daniel|Belin, Daniel]]===
| |
| <PRE>
| |
| Mission Date: -One Month
| |
| | |
| [[Location: Samael IV]]
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| | |
| The hum of transporters rang throughout an old ruin on Samael IV. Not
| |
| that, by any Earth standards, the ruin was old. In fact, it was no more
| |
| than a year old. A year ago, this planet had been a thriving
| |
| civilization, an oasis on the barren edge of the quadrant. Now, it was
| |
| wasteland, irradiated terrain stretching miles upon miles upon miles.
| |
| Inside one of the derelict buildings, six beings materialized, all in
| |
| Starfleet hazard suits and carrying tricorders. A female, who
| |
| materialized near a burnt corpse let out a scream which rang through the
| |
| building.
| |
| | |
| "Amazing. To think this was a civilized, populated planet maybe six
| |
| months back," said the tall, black haired man in the front. His name was
| |
| Captain Lord, the commanding officer of the Federation starship Adams.
| |
| | |
| Then the female vomited, and sank to the ground sobbing. One of the
| |
| security men, Richards, went over to assist her. The Vulcanian executive
| |
| officer hailed the Adams, "Away Team to Adams, medical assistance
| |
| required on planet. Repeat, medical assistance required on planet."
| |
| | |
| Silence emanated from the communicator.
| |
| | |
| "Adams, do you read? We require medical assistance"
| |
| | |
| Again, Silence.
| |
| | |
| "Adams, Please acknowledge."
| |
| | |
| At this point, the Vulcanian looked at Captain Lord. Captain Lord
| |
| shrugged, muttering something about the Vulcan not checking the
| |
| communicators before they beamed down. Then, he gave the Vulcan his
| |
| communicator. Then the Vulcan repeated the hail, "Adams, please
| |
| acknowledge. We require medical assistance."
| |
| | |
| Silence, long continued silence.
| |
| | |
| "Is the channel open, Commander?" Asked Captain Lord, looking at the
| |
| Vulcan's communicator with interest, no status or diagnostic lights
| |
| were lit. It was a perfectly good communicator, and it seemed to be
| |
| working fine. Captain Lord said, although it seemed a bit
| |
| unnecessary, "Now thats damn peculiar."
| |
| | |
| Suddenly, a whining noise permeated the whole room and the woman
| |
| asked, "Does anyone else hear that?"
| |
| | |
| No one had time to answer the question as the room had burst into
| |
| flames around them and one of the walls had been knocked down.
| |
| Disruptor fire hit the Captain before he even could draw his phaser,
| |
| and he was reduced to a shriveling pile of limbs and organs,
| |
| immobilized and lying in his own blood. Two of the security officers
| |
| and the Vulcanian were quicker on the draw, and they set their
| |
| phasers to maximum and opened fire through the hole.
| |
| | |
| Richards took the nearest communicator and set it to all channels
| |
| broadcast. At the same time he shot a long burst through the hole
| |
| into what appeared to be a low-level shield, he screamed into the
| |
| communicator, "HELP!! SOMEONE, PLEASE REGISTER THIS COMMUNICATION.
| |
| TAKING FIRE, NEED ASSISTANCE!"
| |
| | |
| It seemed hopeless, two more of the walls fell, and the two security
| |
| officers met a terrible fate. They had been lifted up and thrown to
| |
| the wall by a massive disruptor blast. Only Richards and the Vulcan
| |
| seemed unscathed, but that was apparently soon going to change.
| |
| Richards seemed to have taken leave of his senses, and yelled out,
| |
| "We are done for! Dammit!"
| |
| | |
| Suddenly, three black shuttle crafts flew out from behind a hill. They
| |
| didn't look federation, so it seemed like these were the attackers,
| |
| coming out from their hiding place. They shot their phasers, but not
| |
| at Richards, they were shooting at where the disruptor fire came from!
| |
| | |
| They landed near Richards, and Humans in the black equivalent of
| |
| Starfleet Hazard gear streamed out. There were at least a dozen people,
| |
| and a whole buffet of weapons, some of which have not been seen
| |
| outside of a museum in one hundred years. A man in Lieutenants stripes
| |
| approached Richards and the Vulcan and said, as if from a script, "We
| |
| are the Starfleet Special Forces and we are here to get you out!"
| |
| | |
| "It's impossible!" moaned Richards, abandoning all bravado, "They some
| |
| shield up, it stops all our weapons flat."
| |
| | |
| "Its an EM field, great for stopping phaser blasts, but it doesn't do
| |
| squat against projectile weapons," said the Lieutenant, who then
| |
| identified himself as Lieutenant John De Simms, head of Team Three. He
| |
| picked up a long cylindrical tube with a grip of sorts and a trigger
| |
| jutting out about two thirds of the way to the back, with a laser pointer
| |
| on the end.
| |
| | |
| "What the hell is that?" asked Richards, some of his bravado now restored.
| |
| | |
| "A laser guided rocket launcher, used back in the early 21st century, the
| |
| rocket will go wherever you point the laser. It's a beautiful system if I
| |
| can say so myself," said De Simms, who after this nice educational
| |
| conversation decided to give a demo. He mounted it on his shoulder and
| |
| pulled the trigger. Just for the fun of it he let the rocket do a few
| |
| corkscrews before it going through the shield like it wasn't there, and
| |
| impacting a mounted disruptor. After a large boom and copious amounts of
| |
| smoke, there was no disruptor there, almost if some magician had made it
| |
| vanish in some 10-cent magic act. All that was left was a tiny dent in the
| |
| earth. De Simms yelled out, "Okay, the disruptor is down. Hit the
| |
| Sierra-Golf with a PIP round from the Elephant Gun!"
| |
| | |
| "The Sierra Golf?" asked Richards, confused.
| |
| | |
| "The shield generator, that shield generator gets hit, the whole kit and
| |
| caboodle will go down, in defensive terms," said the Lieutenant, as a
| |
| Crewman behind him brought out a giant gun and bullets the size of long,
| |
| fat cigars, "And in case you are wondering, PIP stands for Pyrotechnical
| |
| Ignition of Plasma, it is a bullet that on contact creates Plasma,
| |
| explosively."
| |
| | |
| Suddenly, a huge boom came from the gun, as the 'PIP' headed towards its
| |
| intended target. However, it hit something that looked like a shield
| |
| generator, but was actually scrap metal. It let out a huge flare of Plasma
| |
| as well as a loud roar as the bullet impacted, leaving the scrap metal in
| |
| shreds. The gunner yelled, "Target misidentified, miss!"
| |
| | |
| "Wow," said Richards, looking at the smoldering slag left over from the
| |
| impact.
| |
| | |
| "You should see what happens when we actually hit a generator, it looks
| |
| much better than that," said De Simms, firing a volley of machine-gun fire
| |
| into the place where a volley of phaser hits had just come from. Another
| |
| boom emanated from the elephant gun, and this time it impacted the actual
| |
| shield generator, and De Simms was right, that last hit had nothing on this.
| |
| The shield generator groaned and let out a flame of ignited coolant as the
| |
| bullet tore into it. Then the plasma ignited, and took the path of least
| |
| resistance through the control circuit connection and the actual emitter
| |
| array. It shot through those two holes, static electricity leaping from it
| |
| as miniature flashes of lightning, the whole front plate crumpled, and then
| |
| the machine imploded and shot ten meters into the air as if escaping some
| |
| invisible restraint. This time the gunner yelled, "HIT! WE GOT IT!"
| |
| | |
| Now De Simms wasted no time on Richards, and yelled to his men, "Charge!
| |
| Lets move out," Now, no weapon was not picked up, most of the men had
| |
| disruptor rifles or phaser rifles, one was firing a old-style M60 from the
| |
| hip, shooting indiscriminately into the fray.
| |
| | |
| Finally, five green rusty ships lifted up and screamed away. No one could
| |
| tell what kind of ships they were, or distinguish any logos.
| |
| | |
| Then, a Admiral Leisserson stepped off a black shuttle, and said to De Simms,
| |
| "It's time. I have been delaying for you for two years, but it is really
| |
| time for you retire from Special Ops. You are two years above the age limit,
| |
| and a less amiable admiral wouldn't spend a second on you, he would just
| |
| throw you out. However, I have found a good post for you, on board a
| |
| Constitution-Class ship, the Hood. You will be the new security chief."
| |
| | |
| "Great, King of the Redshirts," said De Simms, grimacing already. However,
| |
| he wouldn't give up a life on the frontier for anything, so he accepted the
| |
| post.
| |
| | |
| "Great. So, by the power vested in me by Starfleet, I hereby reassign SFSF
| |
| LT. John De Simms to the U.S.S hood as the Chief Security Officer on board.
| |
| He is required to report to the before mentioned position after one month
| |
| of R&R. Compute," The Admiral said to the tricorder, which sent the order to
| |
| the shuttle computer, which then sent it to Starfleet CENTCOM for processing,
| |
| "I also bestow the following acknowledgments upon the before mentioned
| |
| Lt. De Simms. The Starfleet Medal of Honor, the Meritorious Service Award,
| |
| the Special Operations Star Honor, and hereby recommend him for the
| |
| Federation Gold Service Award."
| |
| | |
| "Great. Awards."
| |
| | |
| --
| |
| With all due respect,
| |
| Daniel F. Belin
| |
| Lt. John De Simms
| |
| U.S.S HOOD
| |
| </PRE>
| |
| | |
| | |
| ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "The Price of Service"==
| |
| ===by [[Lusby_Scott|Lusby, Scott]]===
| |
| <PRE>
| |
| SD: 2260.120
| |
| Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD
| |
| | |
| | |
| **It had not been all that long ago that Commander Phillipa had been in
| |
| charge down here,** , Gar Th'elenth thought as he gazed across the expanse
| |
| of engineering.
| |
| | |
| Calling it 'an expanse' was really not doing engineering justice, for that
| |
| implied it was wide open and spacious.
| |
| | |
| Main Engineering on a CONSTITUTION-class starship was nothing of the sort.
| |
| | |
| Main Engineering was two full decks high. Overhead, a webwork of piping,
| |
| conduit and tubing- some as wide as a half a meter- wove its way from one
| |
| side to the other, sometimes dropping down into some large recepticle, some
| |
| having radioactivity warnings on them, some having bilogical warnings on
| |
| them. Cat walks seemed to fill any space not already filled by conduit.
| |
| | |
| Down on the ground floor, the cavernous bay was made up of all types of
| |
| tanks- life-sustaining water reclamation units, explosive deuterium storage,
| |
| deadly plasma and phaser coolant tanks- each of which were monitored,
| |
| tweaked and regulated by large consoles, many with holographic displays.
| |
| | |
| In the middle of all this, however, was the warp core. This core was
| |
| actually made up by several magnetic "bottles"- 8 in all- in which the
| |
| annihilation of antimatter and matter was controlled. These mag bottles
| |
| were designed to be able to be jettisoned through the ceiling of Main
| |
| Engineering should they become unstable and loose magnetic containment- a
| |
| safety feature which may well have saved HOOD.
| |
| | |
| **But not her Captain,** Gar thought again. **Or her Chief Engineer.**
| |
| | |
| The pale-blue Andorian glanced down at his red sleeve cuffs; there was now a
| |
| thin stripe above the thicker one below it. This stripe had not been there
| |
| two weeks ago...
| |
| | |
| | |
| *****
| |
| | |
| SD: 2260.102 (flashback)
| |
| Setting: Same
| |
| | |
| | |
| Klaxon alarms sounded all around him. Without thinking, Gar ran to his
| |
| station- the warp core.
| |
| | |
| When he got there, he toggled his status update to 'green,' acknowledging
| |
| that he was at his station. Then, Th'elenth pushed the button on the comm
| |
| panel next to him. "Th'elenth to Commander Phillipa- what's happening?"
| |
| | |
| He got his response immediately- in the form of ship lurching from weapons
| |
| fire. [[[I don't know, but we're under attack! Phillipa out!]]]
| |
| | |
| Gar's antennae swept back slightly as his brow furrowed. **The Enric,** he
| |
| thought as the ship lurched again- harder this time. He cheked the board in
| |
| front of him; the bottles were OK for now, but there was a little variance
| |
| in one of them that he didn't like...
| |
| | |
| Suddenly, all hell broke loose in engineering. One of the warp plasma
| |
| relays exploded above them, vaporizing several engineers instantly. Shouts
| |
| of alarm and screams filled the bay.
| |
| | |
| Th'elenth cursed; that meant the port pylon had probably sustained a direct
| |
| hit...
| |
| | |
| He glanced at the status screen in front of him, and suddenly that small
| |
| "variance" he had noted a few seconds ago had become a major problem.
| |
| | |
| Gar knew why: the warp plasma relay,when it went, probably caused some sort
| |
| of feedback against the flow of the plasma, and the core- specifically
| |
| Bottle 3- was NOT liking it.
| |
| | |
| His hands flew across his console in a blue blur. However, rerouting the
| |
| power to the electromagnetic containment matrix on Bottle 3- ECM-3 for short
| |
| down here- was not working; the exploding relay apparently took out more
| |
| than just the conduit itself...
| |
| | |
| Suddenly, the bottle's graphic began flashing red; he had only a few seconds
| |
| to ge tit under control, or else HOOD would explode like a supernova.
| |
| | |
| He grabbed his console tightly as the ship lurched again. "Th'elenth to
| |
| Phillipa- I need to eject Bottle 3; I can't get ECM-3 back on-line!"
| |
| | |
| No repsonse.
| |
| | |
| "Phillipa!" he shouted into the mic of the comm panel.
| |
| | |
| The console now started to whine.
| |
| | |
| Gar knew he was out of time. He slammed his hand down on the ejection
| |
| button; instantly, the space above them opened, and Bottle 3 was spit out
| |
| through the forcefield and into space.
| |
| | |
| As quickly as it had opened, the bulkheads closed above them again. A
| |
| millisecond latrer, bottle 3 exploded, the concussive force pushing the ship
| |
| out of its orbit around Monil IV.
| |
| | |
| And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. No further weapons fire,
| |
| nothing.
| |
| | |
| Gar's status board had some flashing yellow on it, but it was now mostly
| |
| green, thankfully.
| |
| | |
| He found the comm patch again,a nd thumbed the button. "Commander Phillipa-
| |
| come in," he said.
| |
| | |
| No response.
| |
| | |
| Gar's antennae wiggled slightly as he put his hands on his hips. "I want
| |
| status reports, all station, in 10 minutes," the battle-hardened Andorian
| |
| barked. "And someone find Commander Phillipa."
| |
| | |
| Then, slowly he lenaed heavily on the warp core status console in front of
| |
| him and, loudly, screamed a very old and very vulgar Andorii curse.
| |
| | |
| | |
| *****
| |
| | |
| MD: 2260.120
| |
| Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD
| |
| | |
| | |
| No one had found Commander Phillipa; she had been standing the cat walk just
| |
| under the plasma relay that exploded when the Enric ship had punched through
| |
| HOOD's unshielded hull.
| |
| | |
| The end had been quick, at least, Th'elenth thought.
| |
| | |
| Gar glanced back down at his new stripe, and then around him again: repairs
| |
| were going well across the ship, and he knew that they'd be fully
| |
| operational shortly. The major repair job was on the plasma relay; though
| |
| not an easy repair, had been fairly straight forward.
| |
| | |
| The damage caused by the explosion had been harder to track down, since
| |
| feedback lopps had been created in just about any system connected to the
| |
| relay in any way. Consoles had exploded, junctions fried- you name it, and
| |
| it had happened.
| |
| | |
| He unfolded his arms, and jotted a few more notes on the tablet with its
| |
| stylus before handing it to one of his ratings.
| |
| | |
| "See that Captain Steele gets this," The Andorian said.
| |
| | |
| **Captain Steele,** he thought. **Still has a funny ring to it. Should
| |
| still be Captain Sinclair.**
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| **Should still be Chief Engineer Phillipa too,** his conscience challenged.
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| **But we all play the cards we are dealt.**
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| Gar's antennae pitched slightly forard at the thought. "That's right," he
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| muttered, and, spinning on his heels, he walked down the length of
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| Engineering and out their large double doors.
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| <<NRPG>>
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| All- just getting Gar on board and adding a little bit of his backstory to
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| the mix. I didn't want to elaborate on the battle in space, as Gar would
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| not know the tactical situation, how it ended, etc.; I am assuming HOOD
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| eventually overwhelmed iany enric forces after the initial shock of being
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| hit with shields down. So fogive me if it seemd a bit vague; it would have
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| been to Gar as well.
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| Anyway, I'm on board Andy. I think that's it! :) Feel free to call Gar up
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| for a talk or whatever.
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| Respectfully Submitted,
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| -- Scott Lusby
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| /\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth
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| Chief Engineer
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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:New Beginnings and Old Baggage==
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| ===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]===
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| <PRE>
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| SD2260.157
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| Scene: Deck R: Shuttlebay, USS Hood
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| Corbett awoke to the jolt as the shuttle craft hit the harddeck. "Smooth landing
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| there Slick." He said as he lifted his cowboy hat from his face and put it back
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| on his head.
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| "Sorry Sir, I usually don't hit the hanger bay that hard, but for some reason I
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| seem to be just a bit anxious today." Lieutenant James Maxwell his shuttle pilot
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| said apologetically.
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| Corbett just nodded, a small smile of satisfaction playing on his lips. Turning
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| to the shuttle craft hatch he waited until the light on the control panel turned
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| green, acknowledging that the deck had repressurized. Hitting the hatch button
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| he waited for the hiss of equilibration and the door to smoothly glide open.
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| Stepping onto the deck he saw a red skirted Ensign immediately come to
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| attention. . Pushing his hat to the back of his head he smiled at the young
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| woman. "You best be careful there miss, snapping to attention like that can be
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| hard on the spine."
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| The Ensign's face was aghast with horror at Corbett's words. "Sir that is not
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| the proper protocol for coming aboard ship." She said in a tone that was
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| definitely meant as a reprimand.
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| He took a moment to look over the young woman. She definitely fills out her
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| uniform nicely; he thought and she looks damn good in those boots too. "I am
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| sorry, where are my manners, I'm the new ships doctor, Stile Corbett at your
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| service ma'am." He said taking his hat off and sweeping the floor in an
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| exaggerated bow.
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| "Sir, the proper procedure is to state your rank, name and request permission to
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| come aboard." She said trying not to smile at the man's eccentric behavior.
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| Corbett saw that slight smile and said. "Where I come from miss that is the
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| proper procedure a gentleman uses to introduce himself to a beautiful young
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| lady; however, in the interest of moving things along I'll also add the words
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| permission to come aboard."
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| "Permission granted." She said then added. "Welcome aboard Doctor, if you'd like
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| I'll have the cargo crew deliver your personnel effects to your cabin."
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| "Thank you kindly, and please tell them to be careful with the large trunk its
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| contents are very fragile."
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| "Yes doctor. Also I'm to tell you that you are scheduled to meet the Captain in
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| his Ready Room in one hour, but until then would you like me to show you the
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| ship."
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| "I'd like nothing better, Miss?" He asked.
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| "Janice Powers," she said then added "I've never had anyone give me a bow
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| before."
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| "Such the pity, a truly beautiful woman as yourself should be afforded every
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| courtesy." He said
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| "Communications to Dr. Corbett." Came a metallic voice over the hangerbay's
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| intercom.
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| Corbett looked around for a com switch.
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| "It's on the wall over there." She said pointing it out for him.
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| Corbett walked over to the wall and hit the switch. "Corbett here," he said
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| "Doctor there is a private transmission from Star Fleet Medical coming in for
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| you in twenty minutes."
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| "Thank you; have it directed to my quarters if you please."
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| "Yes sir, Communications out."
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| "There goes your tour," she said with a slight frown then added. "By the way
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| your quarters are on E deck."
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| "Alas duty must come first," He said then smiled and added. "But I do hope I'll
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| be seeing more of you in the future Miss Powers."
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| "It's a small ship sir." She said as she walked away.
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| Corbett could have sworn when she saw he was watching her that her walk got a
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| little bit sexier. "I think I'm gonna like this assignment." He said to himself
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| as he went in search of his quarters.
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| Scene: Deck E: Chief Medical Officers Quarters, USS Hood
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| The door slid open admitting Corbett to his new residence. "Nice digs," he
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| thought as he looked around. His quarters consisted of a large two room suite,
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| with separate sleeping and work areas. While spacious it was utilitarian in
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| nature.
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| The bleep from the comm. unit on his desk sounded alerting him to his call.
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| Corbett sat at his desk and pushed the transmit toggle. Immediately the screen
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| lit up with the words "Star Fleet Medical" and its accompanying caduceus logo
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| centered below.
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| The logo screen soon faded and was replaced by the face of a white and black
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| striped Caitian male.
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| "Captain Samastu Rawl," Corbett said smiling at the Caitian. "What possible
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| honor do I owe the pleasure of such a call from the surgeon to the Federation
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| elite?"
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| "Stile it's nice to see you," the Caitian said smiling then his voice took on a
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| grave tone "However, I'm afraid this is not a social call."
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| "Alright Sam, I'll bite. What's up?" Corbett asked sobering.
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| "Old enemies have resurfaced Stile and your name has not been forgotten."
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| Corbett could feel his stomach tighten at the Captain's words. "I had thought
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| with the destruction of Vulcan and my return from medical exile that the
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| situation must have stabilized."
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| "I'm afraid not, unfortunately the situation has actually worsened." The Caitian
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| said
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| "How bad is it Sam?"
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| "We believe that a faction within what remains of the Vulcans will be coming
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| after you shortly and try to kill you"
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| "That's absurd Vulcans don't come after people, or try to kill them." Corbett
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| said more for himself than the Caitian.
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| "Make no mistake Stile if the Vulcans feel they have a logical reason to kill
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| they can and will do so very efficiently. We had thought that with the
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| destruction of Vulcan and moving you to a remote outpost like Cestus III that in
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| time the matter would be forgotten. But the remaining Vulcans are beginning to
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| reassert themselves back into Federation politics and now more than ever they
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| can't afford the knowledge you harbor to become public."
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| "So what am I supposed to do about this Sam?"
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| "Stile why do you think you were assigned the position of Chief Medical Officer
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| aboard a top fleet star ship like the Hood?" The Caitian asked.
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| "I assumed that my charm and good looks had a very positive effect on that young
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| Lieutenant from the Bureau of Personnel." Corbett said trying to lighten the
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| mood although his internal anxiety was at a fevered pitch.
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| The Caitian laughed and shook his head. "I do like you Stile, you were always
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| one of my favorite students and unfortunately you were also one of my biggest
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| headaches. How genius and defiant stupidity reside in the same being I'll never
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| know. Well you got the position because I pulled a lot of strings to get you
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| assigned to the Hood."
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| "Given what you just said Sam I'm not sure that I want the job now, this is a
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| high profile position, one in which they can attack me at any time."
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| "That's exactly why you were placed there. It's that high profile position that
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| may save your life. How easy do think it would be assassinate a medical officer
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| at an outpost in the middle of nowhere."
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| "I see your point." Corbett said.
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| "The Vulcans are extremely logical and know that attacking a senior officer of a
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| Constitution class star ship would open a board of inquiry and that would
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| attract attention to them, attention they don't want."
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| "OK so they make it seem like an accident."
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| "I know you're not that ignorant Stile. Any accident that results in a death
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| especially on that class of ship will also cause a board of inquiry to
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| investigate and possibly expose them.
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| "So they just hire someone else to do it for them." Corbett replied.
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| "They won't hire someone else as this is a matter of personal honor to them."
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| "Damn it Sam, I can't live like this. Why don't I just go public with what I
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| know and be done with it. Then the only reason for the Vulcans to kill me would
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| be for revenge and that is an emotional motivation contrary to their
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| philosophy."
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| "Stile we've been over this, if you disclose anything, the consequences of such
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| would be devastating to what's left of the entire race and you know that.
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| Besides I don't believe your personal code of ethics would allow it, even to
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| save your own life."
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| "What about telling them that if anything happens to me, accidental or otherwise
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| the knowledge I have will be disclosed."
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| The Caitian sighed. He knew this was a lot for one person to bear. "What do you
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| propose Stile, putting it into a diary or on a computer diskette? If anyone
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| found it, the same disclosure would affect the entire race, so that won't work
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| either."
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| "Alright what about a mind meld to make me forget what I know?" Corbett asked.
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| "The information would still be in your head just not accessible to your
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| conscious mind." The Caitian said then added. "It would still be attainable by
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| other means."
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| "So I'm to just sit here and act like nothing's wrong, is that it?" He asked.
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| "Yes and no. For now you go about the business of being the Chief Medical
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| Officer it's the safest place for you at the moment, but be on your guard. In
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| the meantime I will work with others who think highly of you to try and see if
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| we can resolve this issue." The Caitian said and then added when he saw
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| Corbett's face. "Yes believe it or not there are others who think highly of you
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| despite your personality."
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| Corbett heard the alarm chime from the chronograph on his desk go off signaling
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| he had ten minutes until his appointment with Captain Steele.
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| "Sam I'm scheduled to meet my CO in ten minutes and I should let him know about
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| this."
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| "Jack Steele is a good man and an outstanding officer, but disclosing this
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| information puts him and his ship in danger. I have put myself at great risk to
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| get you this position and warn you of the eminent threat to your life. The
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| Vulcans don't know they have a leak in their security, which is being fed
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| directly to me. If your Captain involves himself in any way then the Vulcans
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| will no doubt discover this leak and many beings will be compromised. Right now
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| you alone are their focus and it isn't logical to kill innocents. Better you
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| keep this to yourself and let me try to work it out. I want your word on this
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| Stile."
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| "You have my word Sam, I'll keep it quiet, but if the Vulcans in anyway deviate
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| from me and threaten this ship or its crews safety I will make a full disclosure
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| to the Captain."
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| "I would expect nothing less from you. Be careful and call me immediately if
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| anything suspicious occurs."
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| "I will my friend, I will." Corbett said staring at the now blank screen.
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| The alarm chime of the chronograph sounded again alerting him that he now had
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| five minutes before his appointment with the Captain. Quickly he asked the
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| computer for directions and headed out the door.
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| Scene: E-Deck, Captains Ready Room, USS Hood
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| Corbett found himself in front of the door to the Captains Ready Room with a
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| minute to spare. Pushing the door chime he waited for the Captains to give him
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| permission to enter...
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| <Tag Captain Steele>
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| <<NRPG>>
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| All I just wanted to add a bit of fun and mystery to Corbett's backstory, not
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| trying to create a major plot line. Anyway I'm at your door Andy, have mercy
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| Respectfully Submitted,
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| Steve Apple
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| Dr. Stile Corbett, CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
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| ASR: ORIGINS
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| </PRE>
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| ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Hate to Meet and Run==
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| ===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]===
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| <PRE>
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| SD: 2260.159
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| MD: -6.1400
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| Scene: Captain's Office, E Deck
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| Captain’s Log Stardate 2260.159. With 6 days before launch I
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| am pleased with the progress that the crew has made. Truth be told the
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| ship itself is at full readiness and what little supplies we had used have
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| been replaced. Having only been in commission for 6 months we’ve made
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| little dent in our inventory or wear on the equipment. It is in staffing
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| where the most work is needed. Fortunately I received a communiqué from
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| Starfleet this morning confirming the imminent arrival of our Chief
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| Medical Officer, Chief of Security and Helmsman. While I am greatly
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| relieved to fill these core positions it still leaves some fairly big holes
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| at Comm and NAV.
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| The communication department has a strong foundation of non
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| comm’s and junior officers to man the station in the short term so I have
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| no major concerns there. As for NAV, again we have a good staff there but
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| no one senior enough to run the department even in the short term.
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| Lieutenant Commander Merrick has volunteered to take on this role in a dual
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| capacity until Starfleet can shake an appropriate officer for us. I don’t
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| envy him the work load but as he clearly pointed out when he volunteered we
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| don’t really have a lot of options. As HOOD’s previous FO I can certainly
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| step in and assist him where needed. And just as importantly I have
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| Lieutenant Commander Th'elenth overseeing engineering. I think Gar needs
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| some seasoning as a departmental manager more for coming to terms with how
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| he found himself in the position then due to any deficincies in his skills.
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| And to be fair given I am in exactly the same position he is, who am I to
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| talk? But either way I am confident that engineering and HOOD are in solid
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| hands.
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| Jack looked up as his door chime went. “Computer save log.”
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| [Acknowledged.] The metallice voice replied. Steele wondered
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| absently if there was some way to make the computer sound less like a computer.
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| “Come.”
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| The doors slid open and Dr. Corbett has just enough time to
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| enter the office before he was called to action.
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| Merrick’s booming voice suddenly flooded the ship. [Trauma team
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| to main engineering. I repeat trauma team to main engineering on the double!]
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| Stile has spun around and was already half way to the lift
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| before he realized he didn’t know exactly how to get to main engineering.
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| Luckily Steele was close behind.
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| <<<NRPG>>>
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| Steve: I figured this was better then the standard nice to meet you meeting.
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| Steve/Scott: I’ll let you decide how serious the injury in engineering is.
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| Thought it’d be more fun for all our characters to meet this way. Hopefully
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| we don’t have any deaths before we actually launch.
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| ALL: General NRPG to follow.
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| Respectfully,
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| Andy
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| CAPT Jack Steele
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| Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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| ASR ORIGINS
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| </PRE>
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