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USS HOOD: Weapons

by Daniel Belin

SD 2160.213

MD 7.0040

Bridge--

"Take course thirty mark two, half impulse," said the Captain, sitting in the chair on the darkened, red bridge of the Hood. He looked at the Helm and said, "Charge phasers and forward photons. Come in on a strafing run."

Suddenly, a light flashed on the Helm. Ventura looked over and said, "Phasers inoperative and we've got a jam in the torpedo tubes, sir."

Captain Steele looked over at the science station and asked, "Is this a defect in operation?"

"No, all systems were nominal until a few seconds ago."

This was all DeSimms needed. He charged forward, knocking over the yeoman and commandeering the communications console, "This is Lieutenant DeSimms of Security, go to Security Condition 2. Security teams Alpha and Theta to weapons control, this is not a drill. Repeat, this is NOT a drill."

The Captain looked at him and said, "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"I'm doing whats right for the ship," he said as he pried the entrance to the Jefferies Tube open.

--Two Minutes Later, Jefferies Tube outside weapons control--

"O.K, Lamar, Wilkins, and S'Thel'Tek. I'll breach and throw stun grenade, then head in and shoot to kill. Expect close quarters and a hostage situation. Wait, wait, I am throwing the grenade. Get Down!"

A high-pitched crack indicated the grenade went off, the two security impostors and several of the Klingons became dazed, DeSimms yelled, "GO!"

He flew out of the tube, flattening three dazed Klingons and two men in security shirts who DeSimms assumed to be impostors. The three other security men engaged in a brutal firefight with the Klingons. Lamar, after taking down three took a disruptor hit to the chest. His body went limp like a marionette with its strings cut for a moment, and then was blasted into the Jefferies tube. S'Thel'Tek took down one more, and the six remaining Klingons retreated out of weapons control right into the hands of Theta team, which, in the process of destroying the Klingon boarding crew, took out three crew quarters and a Enlisted mess hall.

Among the smoke and fire suppressant, DeSimms called the bridge, "The boarding has been averted, all intruders accounted for. Recommend standing down from security condition two to condition three."

The captain responded, "Why not stand down entirely?"

"We've got impostors, Captain. From what I can tell they're human, but I am not a medic. They are being escorted to the brig as we speak. There may be more of them, so I suggest that you ask the crew to report unfamiliar crew members. I know we have a large crew, but if we have impostors the shit could really hit the fan here. Also, we're gonna need some engineers, the Klingons wrecked B Deck entirely."

"Casualties?"

"One, sir. Chief Petty Officer Horace Lamar was killed by a Klingon disruptor."

"Understood, bridge out."

Through the smoke, he could see Gar coming out of the turbolift looking pissed off. He was in for one hell of a lecture from his friend in engineering.

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-- Submitted by

Daniel Belin

John DeSimms

USS HOOD

USS HOOD: Nothing up my Sleeve

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.220

MD: 7.0045

Setting: Bridge, USS HOOD

Captain’s Log supplemental.

We have managed to evade the Klingon battleship while also neutralizing the boarding parties she was able to send aboard. We were lucky that only a few Klingons made it across. Before they were stopped they managed to kill 11 crew and injure twice as many. Fortunately the damage they did to the ship was minimal and will be repaired quickly. Commander Hartinger and Lieutenant Ventura have worked their magic and managed to keep us out of harm’s way while simultaneously keeping the Klingons pursuing us. My greatest fear is that they turn back to the planet. Should that occur I will have no option but to commit HOOD to stopping her including the final resort of using the ship as a battering ram. My orders are clear, the Klingons can not be successful, just as I can not have her bring her guns to bear on the Starfleet personnel on the planet.

“Captain I think I may have found us an edge.” Lieutenant Hemux announced as she continued to examine the data in her scanner. Finally she looked up. “The Minkowa Pulsar.”

“Explain.” Steele said not understanding but hoping the science officer was about to pull a rabbit out of her hat.

“Normally the electromagnetic radiation would not have any noticeable affect on our systems or those of the Klingons but there is a medium scale ion storm in close proximity. Both combined should severely hamper sensors, communications and targeting systems on both vessels.”

“Perfect. Good work Lieutenant. Ok helm prepare to come about. Commander Hartinger hit them hard. Make sure they’re angry enough to follow us in there. Mr. Ventura after the attack run get us into that storm as fast as possible.”

Ninety seconds later HOOD was barreling towards the storm. As Steele had hoped the sudden attack had enraged the Klingon commander and he was redlining his drive chasing them down. But the Klingons had given as good as they got and Steele knew the maneuver had committed them. Only one ship would make it out of the storm. However Chief Engineer Gar had come up with a rabbit of his own. As soon as HOOD had entered the storm he had powered up every external system he could and the ship was now radiating so much energy that even storm addled Klingon sensors could not fail to see her. Once it was clear they were following he personally initiated the next phase of his plan. A predatory grin on his face.

“Captain Commander Gar reports transport complete. Estimated impact in 18 seconds.”

“Are we far enough away?”

The Denobulan nodded. “Barely.”

“Helm slow to two thirds impulse. Lets make sure he keeps coming.”

“Aye sir.”

The entire bridge crew watched the chrono as the tension on the bride mounted. After eternity it struck zero. Barely a moment later the Klingon battleship ran into all 6 of the torpedoes that Gar had released and their proximity fuses triggered as one. It was a credit to Klingon designers that the ship held together. But she was no longer able to fight.

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

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USS HOOD: Atoning Shame

by Brian V. Mansur

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Atoning Shame

SD: 2260.226

MD: 7.0050

Scene: Bridge, IKS BLOOD OATH

Koreth knew he would die for this failure. His new B10 was a wreck. The three other battlecruisers he'd led into battle were seriously damaged. The USS HOOD, though also badly hurt, had performed far beyond the most pessimistic intelligence estimates. It was as though the hand of Kahelss himself had protected the becursed Starfleet vessel.

And now what to do?

Whatever happened next, he must not allow his flotilla to be lost. The ships, after all, could be repaired. Was not tearing down an opportunity to build back up? Or his case, to replace.

"Signal the battlegroup to head for the Klingon border."

He winced at the thought of the political reprecussions that would bring. The idea had been to destroy or capture the HOOD without it getting word out of the Klingon encroachment. Now not only did the Federation have word of Klingon agression, but prisoners to prove it.

With weary sorrow, Koreth watched his aide walk up to his command chair. He could see that Par'rick's regret mirrored his own. But what must now be done must be done quickly. For teh good of order among the ranks. Failure of this magnitude cannot be tolerated. To his credit, Koreth did not flinch as Par'rick drew his blade and buried it in the Commodore's throat.

NRPG: Given the lack of posting for August, we can put "end mission" here if you like. It does not have to be the stopping point though. Anyone who wishes to write it can have the new Klingon commander Par'rick rally his troops for a showdown. If mission 1 does end here, then that's fine too. Its been a fun first run and it only seems so short because we've posted so much since our launch date. I'm looking forward to the next mission if that is where we're headed. Andy? Any orders?

Respectfully Submitted,

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

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USS HOOD: Hand Waved Reprecussions

by Brian V. Mansur

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Hand Waved Reprecussions

SD: 2260.236

MD: 9.0050

Scene: Planetary Surface, Outpost 8

"They are going to do WHAT!" Lieutenant Yarith screamed at Captain Steele. To her credit, she immediately caught herself and added, "Sorry sir, but after what we just went through, how can the council just bury this?"

Steele smirked. "No apologizes needed Lieutenant." He'd done pretty much the same thing to the admiral when he'd been told. "It comes to this. The Federation doesn't want a war and we *did* hand the Klingons their asses."

Yarith shook her head in disgust and turned away. "So we might have just bought a few more years of peace with the blood spilled here."

Steele harumphed, "Appropriately, commendations will be added to our files under seal. I hear that we can now appeal any future promotion issues to be reviewed by someone with clearance to read our full records."

"Great." Yarith said, suddenly lost in thought. "I honestly don't know how to feel about this."

Steele put a flimsy sheet into Yarith's hand.

"You are to quote 'feel proud that you did your duty,' end quote. It says so right there in that freeze-dried secrecy briefing. Oh, and you have read that thing verbatim to your people before end of the day."

Yarith cussed something perfectly descriptive of the situation, took her leave, and stalked off toward the line of body bags waiting to be shipped home.

NRPG: Yikes! Only 4 posts for the month so far (including this one)! Steve and Andy are already cooking up a new mission and from what I've seen it will be a fun one. But now is a good time to get a character development post in. Even after the new mission post, there should be space to put one in.

Respectfully Submitted,

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

USS HOOD: Prepare to Break Orbit

by Andy Catterick

SD 2260.239

Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD

Captain's log, supplemental.

HOOD has remained in orbit of Outpost 8 for the past five days while Commander Gar and his teams have worked their magic repairing our battle damage. I am pleased to report that all systems are at nominal and it won't be necessary for us to put in to a Starbase for more extensive repairs.

The round up of the Klingon soldiers on the planet has been completed and all prisoners are currently aboard the destroyers CUMBERLAND and DIEPPE who arrived 48 hours ago. I regret the number of Klingons that lost their lives. After returning to orbit I informed the Klingon commander of the defeat and withdrawal of their space fleet. Given their lack of support I had felt certain that he would agree to order his troops to lay down their weapons. Unfortunately the Klingons opted to fight to the death. We tried once more to affect a cease fire at the unit level with no success. In the end ship's phasers were used to stun the ground forces. Some Starfleet personnel were caught in the stun but in the end we were able to sort them out.

Both the crew and I are anxious to get underway and begin our next mission. At this point our orders are to continue to patrol this sector until relieved by POTEMKIN. Once relieved, in seven days, we are to set course for the Tilron Expanse.

"End log."

Handing the recording device to his yeoman Jack took in the sights and sounds of the bridge. The battle with the Klingons had been hard fought. He still hadn't come to terms with the deaths of his crew but he knew it could have been much worse. But one thing seemed clear. This trial by fire had served to forge a team. A team that knew it could accomplish the impossible.

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Ugh...that was terrible.

Thanks to those who answered 'here' Now how about a post?

What kind of captain would I be if I didn't ask!

Scott: I don't beleive Hurricane Bill made it down to your neck of the woods.  ;-)

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD

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