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The obsidian pyramid reached an impressive 150 meters into the sky. Its long black flanks forged from the blood of the planet made for a truly awesome sight to the Federation Archeological Team. Everyone on the dig sensed that it was an invaluable gateway to understanding the Ancients who had once inhabited Volorum 4.
The obsidian pyramid reached an impressive 150 meters into the sky. Its long black flanks forged from the blood of the planet made for a truly awesome sight to the Federation Archeological Team. Everyone on the dig sensed that it was an invaluable gateway to understanding the Ancients who had once inhabited Volorum 4.


The fidgety chief archeologist for the colony, Barton Fisk, was pacing furiously. He desperately wanted to get inside that structure as soon as possible. It helped little that he intellectually understood the necessity for the dig crew to certify the site as safe. After several nerve racking minutes, the lead excavator finally walked out of horizontal hole they had dug.
The fidgety chief archeologist for the colony, Barton Fisk, was pacing furiously. He desperately wanted to get inside that structure as soon as possible. It helped little that he intellectually understood the necessity for the dig crew to certify the site as safe. After several nerve racking minutes, the lead excavator finally walked out of horizontal hole they had dug.


“Dr. Fisk," the crew chief said with a broad smile, "We’ve reinforced the outer structure of the tunnel, but thought it only appropriate that you break the seal.”
“Dr. Fisk," the crew chief said with a broad smile, "We’ve reinforced the outer structure of the tunnel, but thought it only appropriate that you break the seal.”


Beside Barton, a sweet feminine voice exclaimed, “Oh Bart, it’s just like being Howard Carter at the Tomb of King Tut.”
Beside Barton, a sweet feminine voice exclaimed, “Oh Bart, it’s just like being Howard Carter at the Tomb of King Tut.”


“Much better than that Alicia," Bart replied as he made his way into the mine-like entrance. "Carter only unearthed a human pharaoh. Today I'm opening up a whole new alien culture.”
“Much better than that Alicia," Bart replied as he made his way into the mine-like entrance. "Carter only unearthed a human pharaoh. Today I'm opening up a whole new alien culture.”


He took the laser hammer from the crew chief. With assistance from the chief, Fisk chiseled through the final centimeters of rock. As he broke through, air gushed out causing all near to the breach to catch their breaths and back into the rough stone that made up the sides of the pyramid's outer seal.
He took the laser hammer from the crew chief. With assistance from the chief, Fisk chiseled through the final centimeters of rock. As he broke through, air gushed out causing all near to the breach to catch their breaths and back into the rough stone that made up the sides of the pyramid's outer seal.


When the wind had died down, the unsettled excavation chief looked over at Fisk. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”
When the wind had died down, the unsettled excavation chief looked over at Fisk. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”


“Never mind that." Fisk coughed. "What I didn’t expect was that the air smelled fresh. It should be foul after being locked away for so many millennia.”
“Never mind that." Fisk coughed. "What I didn’t expect was that the air smelled fresh. It should be foul after being locked away for so many millennia.”


“I don’t know about that doc.” The chief said. “It smelled to me like the air on the colony ship: stale and recycled.”
“I don’t know about that doc.” The chief said. “It smelled to me like the air on the colony ship: stale and recycled.”


Fisk ignored the comment and tossed a glow stick into the chamber, lighting it. What he could see through the whole was amazing.
Fisk ignored the comment and tossed a glow stick into the chamber, lighting it. What he could see through the whole was amazing.


“What’s it look like inside Bart?” Alicia whispered excitedly while trying to push her way past the excavation crew.
“What’s it look like inside Bart?” Alicia whispered excitedly while trying to push her way past the excavation crew.


Fisk gasped, “It’s amazing! Opulence like nothing I’ve ever seen before! The tombs of the pharaohs ... there ... there is no comparison!” In awe, he stepped back so that excavators could open the rest of the passageway.
Fisk gasped, “It’s amazing! Opulence like nothing I’ve ever seen before! The tombs of the pharaohs ... there ... there is no comparison!” In awe, he stepped back so that excavators could open the rest of the passageway.


Fisk of course made sure that he was the first to enter the tomb. As he stepped across the threshold, the chamber illuminated on its own.
Fisk of course made sure that he was the first to enter the tomb. As he stepped across the threshold, the chamber illuminated on its own.


   
   


Scene: CMO’s Office, USS HOOD
Scene: CMO’s Office, USS HOOD


Corbett sat in his office with Sean Merrick. Between them were two bottles of tequila, one empty and the other slightly less than half full. Both men were leaning back in their chairs, feet propped on the desk, puffing leisurely away on two authentic Cuban cigars.
Corbett sat in his office with Sean Merrick. Between them were two bottles of tequila, one empty and the other slightly less than half full. Both men were leaning back in their chairs, feet propped on the desk, puffing leisurely away on two authentic Cuban cigars.


“I tell you what Sean. That Lt. Yarith, when not in panic mode mind you, is quite the passionate woman.” Corbett said blowing out a smoke ring.
“I tell you what Sean. That Lt. Yarith, when not in panic mode mind you, is quite the passionate woman.” Corbett said blowing out a smoke ring.


Merrick looked askance at his drinking buddy. “It seemed to me that she hated you.”
Merrick looked askance at his drinking buddy. “It seemed to me that she hated you.”


“There is a fine line between love and hate sar, but in all truth I think she dug my hat.”
“There is a fine line between love and hate sar, but in all truth I think she dug my hat.”


“Stile please tell me you didn’t wear that while you…”
“Stile please tell me you didn’t wear that while you…”


“Sar a gentleman does not speak of such things.” Corbett answered sternly.
“Sar a gentleman does not speak of such things.” Corbett answered sternly.


“So where does that leave you.” a sarcastic voice said as the door to Corbett’s office swished open.
“So where does that leave you.” a sarcastic voice said as the door to Corbett’s office swished open.


“Ah, Captain Jack. It is always a pleasure to entertain our CO.” Corbett said not missing a beat.
“Ah, Captain Jack. It is always a pleasure to entertain our CO.” Corbett said not missing a beat.


“Jack” Sean said with a nod.
“Jack” Sean said with a nod.


“I see you two are comfortable.” Steele said smiling with a slight nod toward the bottles.
“I see you two are comfortable.” Steele said smiling with a slight nod toward the bottles.


“Where are my manners,” Corbett said handing the bottle to Steele. “I am sure the burden of command has left you parched.”
“Where are my manners,” Corbett said handing the bottle to Steele. “I am sure the burden of command has left you parched.”


Steele took a healthy swig of tequila, coughed once, and then said. “I’m glad you’re both here. We just received an automated distress call from the colony on Velorum 4. They have a medical emergency.”
Steele took a healthy swig of tequila, coughed once, and then said. “I’m glad you’re both here. We just received an automated distress call from the colony on Velorum 4. They have a medical emergency.”


“Did they say what the nature of that emergency is?” Corbett asked sobering a bit.
“Did they say what the nature of that emergency is?” Corbett asked sobering a bit.


“It seems several members of the colony including their doctor have died of a previously unknown disease.” Steele answered then took another pull from the bottle. “The problem is that their message was bizarre.”
“It seems several members of the colony including their doctor have died of a previously unknown disease.” Steele answered then took another pull from the bottle. “The problem is that their message was bizarre.”


“Do you think it’s a hoax, maybe a distraction tactic from the Klingons?” Merrick asked.
“Do you think it’s a hoax, maybe a distraction tactic from the Klingons?” Merrick asked.


“I don’t think so Sean. The message was very strange to say the least. The Comm. Tech sounded like he could barely talk, but he did manage to get out that the doctor was trying to reach someone named Hutchinson just before he died. Make any sense to you doc?” Steele asked.
“I don’t think so Sean. The message was very strange to say the least. The Comm. Tech sounded like he could barely talk, but he did manage to get out that the doctor was trying to reach someone named Hutchinson just before he died. Make any sense to you doc?” Steele asked.


“Unfortunately no, can you have that message sent down here?” Corbett asked as he pushed his hat to the back of his head.
“Unfortunately no, can you have that message sent down here?” Corbett asked as he pushed his hat to the back of his head.


Steele went to activate the comm. unit on Corbett’s desk, but thought better about it and hit the audio only button instead. He didn’t want any junior officers to see these two half drunk and smoking cigars. “Steele to Bridge.”
Steele went to activate the comm. unit on Corbett’s desk, but thought better about it and hit the audio only button instead. He didn’t want any junior officers to see these two half drunk and smoking cigars. “Steele to Bridge.”


[Ensign Baxter here sir.] The Communications Officer on duty said.
[Ensign Baxter here sir.] The Communications Officer on duty said.


“Relay that distress call down to Dr. Corbett’s office. Steele out.”
“Relay that distress call down to Dr. Corbett’s office. Steele out.”


Steele waited a moment until the yellow button on the desk unit began to flash then pushed the button to start the playback.
Steele waited a moment until the yellow button on the desk unit began to flash then pushed the button to start the playback.


“This is Velorum,” A man’s voice said, then paused as if in thought. “Velorum 4,” after another pause he continued. “Our doctor says we have a medical emergency. Wait that’s not right our doctor died yesterday didn’t he.” This time the pause was a little longer than before “I think we need help. People here have caught a bug and have died. Our doctor is searching for, what was his name ... Hutchinson, yes that was it. Gil, no I think it was Gilford Hutchinson.”
“This is Velorum,” A man’s voice said, then paused as if in thought. “Velorum 4,” after another pause he continued. “Our doctor says we have a medical emergency. Wait that’s not right our doctor died yesterday didn’t he.” This time the pause was a little longer than before “I think we need help. People here have caught a bug and have died. Our doctor is searching for, what was his name ... Hutchinson, yes that was it. Gil, no I think it was Gilford Hutchinson.”


Corbett pressed the stop button then turned to Steele. “It only came across an audio message?” He asked.
Corbett pressed the stop button then turned to Steele. “It only came across an audio message?” He asked.


“Seems strange since they’re only 3 days away at warp 5, but then again these colonies are not always outfitted with the best working systems.” Steele answered.
“Seems strange since they’re only 3 days away at warp 5, but then again these colonies are not always outfitted with the best working systems.” Steele answered.


“Didn’t his voice seem a bit odd?” Merrick asked. “It was almost as if he had to think about where he was.”
“Didn’t his voice seem a bit odd?” Merrick asked. “It was almost as if he had to think about where he was.”


“I agree, if I didn’t know there was an age limit for colonists I’d say he was suffering from an advanced form of dementia.” Corbett said.
“I agree, if I didn’t know there was an age limit for colonists I’d say he was suffering from an advanced form of dementia.” Corbett said.


“Any idea who this Gil Hutchinson is? Is he another doctor?” Steele asked.
“Any idea who this Gil Hutchinson is? Is he another doctor?” Steele asked.


“I don’t know,” Corbett replied. “But that name sounds familiar. I just can’t place from where.”
“I don’t know,” Corbett replied. “But that name sounds familiar. I just can’t place from where.”


“Well you got 3 days to think about it.” Steele said then took another swig and headed toward the door. “Don’t get too drunk and for God sakes don’t let the junior officers or enlisted see you.”
“Well you got 3 days to think about it.” Steele said then took another swig and headed toward the door. “Don’t get too drunk and for God sakes don’t let the junior officers or enlisted see you.”


“Aye sir,” they slurred in unison as the door swished closed.
“Aye sir,” they slurred in unison as the door swished closed.
   
   


NRPG: I know this is a repost, but Brian and I had some e-mail issues and this was the one that should have gotten posted. We apologize for any confusion, or inconvenience this caused. Brian did a great job making it come alive and his input is always awesome.
NRPG: I know this is a repost, but Brian and I had some e-mail issues and this was the one that should have gotten posted. We apologize for any confusion, or inconvenience this caused. Brian did a great job making it come alive and his input is always awesome.
   
   


Respectfully Submitted,
Respectfully Submitted,
   
   


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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Names from the Past (JP)==
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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Unofficial Tour

by Andy Catterick

Jack walked the corridor a happy man. He had spent the previous evening and part of the morning contacting the families of the crewmembers who had given their lives to repel the Klingon boarders. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to do and what made it even worse was he knew that one day he would have to do it again. Once he had completed that duty and finding he couldn’t just sit in his cabin he had begun an unofficial tour of the ship. It hadn’t been anything more then an opportunity to stretch his legs while he pretending to review departmental readiness.

As the captain that had dragged his people into a nasty fight that had left their feollow crewman dead had expected a cold reception. One which he fully deserved. But instead he saw a growing sense of team and pride in themselves and the ship and most surprisingly, their captain. Yes, they had been successful against the Klingons but if he had been better at his job they wouldn’t be missing 13 people. But the crew just didn’t seem to see it that way. It had culminated when he found his way into one of the lower deck Messes just as breakfast was concluding. Their had been a pause as the crewman and NCOs wondering why an officer and the captain himself had invaded their refuge. But it had been a brief one and then someone shoved a cup of coffee into his hand and someone else invited him to join his table.

He had spent hours there chatting with the rotating crewman about the ship and their jobs but mostly about life. Why they had joined Starfleet was a popular topic as well as mutual acquaintances. Jack had met a number of crewman who had crossed paths with on previous commands. IF there was a way to reenergize himself this was certainly it and he vowed on the spot that he would not be one of those commanding officers who felt there had to be a ‘professional distance’ between captain and crew.

So now as HOOD sailed out towards the frontier ready to explore the unknown she was a happy ship. The crew was meshing together, they had faced a test and over come it and the confidence they had in themselves, the ship and even their captain was growing. With no crisis ahead, at least none specific, he cold enjoy his new command for the first time.

Pausing at the junction he decided to head for the Officer’s Mess to see who was about.


<<<NRPG>>> Just some minor CD.


Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS


[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Transfers

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.246


Scene: Captain Steele's Cabin

"Steele here." Jack said as he jabbed the white comm button with his thumb in response to the page.

[Merrick here captain. We've just received a transmission from USS VALIANT.]

"Pipe it down here Sean."

[On its way. Bridge out.]

Once the computer had finished decrypting it Jack dropped into his desk chair and called up the transmission. "Damn." He said before reading it through a second time in case he had missed anything. Little chance of that he thought to himself, the orders were fairly terse and as was usually the case, without explanation. He hit the comm button again. "Bridge."

[Bridge here.] Commander Merrick replied instantly. No doubt he was curious about the communique.

"Commander lay in an intercept course for VALIANT best speed. I'll meet you and Mr. Ventura in Conference One in five minutes. Steele out."


Scene: Conference Room One

When the captain arrived he found Sean and Chance already seated. "Whats our ETA Commander?"

"We'll rendezvous with VALIANT in 6 hours 32 minutes. Problem sir?"

"Just some Starfleet bureacracy at work I'm afraid." He took his seat and looked at his helm officer. "It seems Mr. Ventura that you've been transfered."

"Transferred captain?" The young officer asked confused. "I don't understand."

"Nor do I. My orders are to rendezvous with USS VALIANT where we will take on one Lieutenant Li Chen who will assume the role of Chief Helmsman. As for you Mr. Ventura you will transfer to VALIANT where you will presumably receive your new orders." Jack paused for a moment then leaned forward. "You didn't put through a transfer request without me knowing did you Chance?"

"No sir. I'm surprised as you are. I have no desire to leave HOOD."

"And I have no desire to lose you but it seems Starfleet's desires trump our own." Jack Stood and the Chance and Sean followed suit. "Very well. Consider yourself off duty as of now. You can gather your belongings and say your goodbyes. We'll meet in the transporter room once we make the rendezvous point.


Scene: Transporter Room

The VALIANT is signaling they're ready for transport." Chief Gillis announced.

Jack looked up at the pad where Chance stood with his duffell. "Good luck Mr. Ventura."

"You too sir."

"Energize." Steele ordered.

Seconds later Li Chen stepped down off the pad. "Permission to come aboard."

"Permission granted. I'm Captain Jack Steele, welcome aboard lieutenant."

"Thank you sir. I'm glad to be here."

"My first officer Commander Merrick." Steele gestured to Sean. "Commander I'll leave the lieutenant in your capable hands. In the meantime I'll head back to the bridge and get us back on course."


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Alan: POst when ever you're ready. Chen's journey here or after the the arrival...whatever works for you. Send to the HOOD yahoo group at uss-hood@yahoogroups.com and to the ASR group at starfleet-rpg@yahoogroups.com In the subject line please use [ORIGINS]USS HOOD: POST TITLE


All; Please join me in welcoming our new Helm officer Lieutenant Li Chen played by Alan Tang. Alan has 7 years playing in a variety of Sims so I'm glad to have such an experienced player join our team!


Respectfully

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS



[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Always Wear a Bio-suit

by Steve Apple and Brian V. Mansur

SD: 2260.245



Scene: Archeological Dig, Colony Velorum 4


The obsidian pyramid reached an impressive 150 meters into the sky. Its long black flanks forged from the blood of the planet made for a truly awesome sight to the Federation Archeological Team. Everyone on the dig sensed that it was an invaluable gateway to understanding the Ancients who had once inhabited Volorum 4.

The fidgety chief archeologist for the colony, Barton Fisk, was pacing furiously. He desperately wanted to get inside that structure as soon as possible. It helped little that he intellectually understood the necessity for the dig crew to certify the site as safe. After several nerve racking minutes, the lead excavator finally walked out of horizontal hole they had dug.

“Dr. Fisk," the crew chief said with a broad smile, "We’ve reinforced the outer structure of the tunnel, but thought it only appropriate that you break the seal.”

Beside Barton, a sweet feminine voice exclaimed, “Oh Bart, it’s just like being Howard Carter at the Tomb of King Tut.”

“Much better than that Alicia," Bart replied as he made his way into the mine-like entrance. "Carter only unearthed a human pharaoh. Today I'm opening up a whole new alien culture.”

He took the laser hammer from the crew chief. With assistance from the chief, Fisk chiseled through the final centimeters of rock. As he broke through, air gushed out causing all near to the breach to catch their breaths and back into the rough stone that made up the sides of the pyramid's outer seal.

When the wind had died down, the unsettled excavation chief looked over at Fisk. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”

“Never mind that." Fisk coughed. "What I didn’t expect was that the air smelled fresh. It should be foul after being locked away for so many millennia.”

“I don’t know about that doc.” The chief said. “It smelled to me like the air on the colony ship: stale and recycled.”

Fisk ignored the comment and tossed a glow stick into the chamber, lighting it. What he could see through the whole was amazing.

“What’s it look like inside Bart?” Alicia whispered excitedly while trying to push her way past the excavation crew.

Fisk gasped, “It’s amazing! Opulence like nothing I’ve ever seen before! The tombs of the pharaohs ... there ... there is no comparison!” In awe, he stepped back so that excavators could open the rest of the passageway.

Fisk of course made sure that he was the first to enter the tomb. As he stepped across the threshold, the chamber illuminated on its own.


Scene: CMO’s Office, USS HOOD

Corbett sat in his office with Sean Merrick. Between them were two bottles of tequila, one empty and the other slightly less than half full. Both men were leaning back in their chairs, feet propped on the desk, puffing leisurely away on two authentic Cuban cigars.

“I tell you what Sean. That Lt. Yarith, when not in panic mode mind you, is quite the passionate woman.” Corbett said blowing out a smoke ring.

Merrick looked askance at his drinking buddy. “It seemed to me that she hated you.”

“There is a fine line between love and hate sar, but in all truth I think she dug my hat.”

“Stile please tell me you didn’t wear that while you…”

“Sar a gentleman does not speak of such things.” Corbett answered sternly.

“So where does that leave you.” a sarcastic voice said as the door to Corbett’s office swished open.

“Ah, Captain Jack. It is always a pleasure to entertain our CO.” Corbett said not missing a beat.

“Jack” Sean said with a nod.

“I see you two are comfortable.” Steele said smiling with a slight nod toward the bottles.

“Where are my manners,” Corbett said handing the bottle to Steele. “I am sure the burden of command has left you parched.”

Steele took a healthy swig of tequila, coughed once, and then said. “I’m glad you’re both here. We just received an automated distress call from the colony on Velorum 4. They have a medical emergency.”

“Did they say what the nature of that emergency is?” Corbett asked sobering a bit.

“It seems several members of the colony including their doctor have died of a previously unknown disease.” Steele answered then took another pull from the bottle. “The problem is that their message was bizarre.”

“Do you think it’s a hoax, maybe a distraction tactic from the Klingons?” Merrick asked.

“I don’t think so Sean. The message was very strange to say the least. The Comm. Tech sounded like he could barely talk, but he did manage to get out that the doctor was trying to reach someone named Hutchinson just before he died. Make any sense to you doc?” Steele asked.

“Unfortunately no, can you have that message sent down here?” Corbett asked as he pushed his hat to the back of his head.

Steele went to activate the comm. unit on Corbett’s desk, but thought better about it and hit the audio only button instead. He didn’t want any junior officers to see these two half drunk and smoking cigars. “Steele to Bridge.”

[Ensign Baxter here sir.] The Communications Officer on duty said.

“Relay that distress call down to Dr. Corbett’s office. Steele out.”

Steele waited a moment until the yellow button on the desk unit began to flash then pushed the button to start the playback.

“This is Velorum,” A man’s voice said, then paused as if in thought. “Velorum 4,” after another pause he continued. “Our doctor says we have a medical emergency. Wait that’s not right our doctor died yesterday didn’t he.” This time the pause was a little longer than before “I think we need help. People here have caught a bug and have died. Our doctor is searching for, what was his name ... Hutchinson, yes that was it. Gil, no I think it was Gilford Hutchinson.”

Corbett pressed the stop button then turned to Steele. “It only came across an audio message?” He asked.

“Seems strange since they’re only 3 days away at warp 5, but then again these colonies are not always outfitted with the best working systems.” Steele answered.

“Didn’t his voice seem a bit odd?” Merrick asked. “It was almost as if he had to think about where he was.”

“I agree, if I didn’t know there was an age limit for colonists I’d say he was suffering from an advanced form of dementia.” Corbett said.

“Any idea who this Gil Hutchinson is? Is he another doctor?” Steele asked.

“I don’t know,” Corbett replied. “But that name sounds familiar. I just can’t place from where.”

“Well you got 3 days to think about it.” Steele said then took another swig and headed toward the door. “Don’t get too drunk and for God sakes don’t let the junior officers or enlisted see you.”

“Aye sir,” they slurred in unison as the door swished closed.


NRPG: I know this is a repost, but Brian and I had some e-mail issues and this was the one that should have gotten posted. We apologize for any confusion, or inconvenience this caused. Brian did a great job making it come alive and his input is always awesome.


Respectfully Submitted,


Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR ORIGINS


Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Names from the Past (JP)

by Daniel Belin and Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.247

MD: 1.2300


Scene: DeSimm's Quarters

DeSimms was bored out of his mind, not that he didn't expect to be bored. He had been confined to quarters enough times to know about the sheer boredom. Corbett had already been by to talk to him about controlling his anger. He waited, for what he did not know. Suddenly, salvation arrived through the door chime and DeSimms joyfully said, "Enter."

Captain Steele came in and sat down at DeSimms desk. Before saying anything, he took a look around. Every manner of antique weapon seemed to have a place on the wall. He wished that he’d made more of a point at collecting things through his career. His cabin looked decidedly bare when compared to his security chief and he found with a grin that it actually bothered him. "How many of these work, DeSimms?" Jack asked, gesturing towards the artifacts.

"The Colt Python and the Kalashnikov are the only ones that really work, and I just ran out of ammo for both of them," said DeSimms. He smelled the Captain's breath and detected faint traces of alcohol on it. He said, "Sir is there anything you want?"

"Yes. We've received a distress call from from an archeological site on Velorum IV. There’s been some sort of incident, and we're being sent to investigate. I’ve forwarded a copy of the transmission to all department heads so you should be able to pull it up. I imagine by now our diligent science officer has appended the little information we have on Velorum IV to the distress call. In the distress signal, the man mentioned someone named Hutchinson, Gilford Hutchinson. In fact, he was frantic about trying to reach Hutchinson. I did a quick review of the computer banks and while there were dozens of G. Hutchinson’s none jumped out as having anything in common with the dig. I have the computer looking to see if anyone on the dig has any sort of relationship with any of the Hutchinson’s listed. It could be nothing but Velorum is still three days away and I’d like to have as much information as possible before we get there.”

"So you want me to dig up this Hutchinson guy? The name sounds familiar, but there’s a lot of Hutchinsons out there. I'll see what I can do."

"Excellent. If you find anything let me know."

DeSimms looked at Steele. Before the captain departed, DeSimms asked, "One for the road, sir?" Out of nowhere, DeSimms produced two shot glasses and a bottle of clear liquid.

Steele looked at them and said, "How did you sneak your booze on?" Does everyone on this ship drink?

"Tricks of the trade, my dear Captain. If the Doctor can sneak aboard a case of tequila, a former Special Warfare Unit member can sneak aboard just about anything."

"Well, it couldn't hurt," said Steele, taking one of the glasses filled with liquid. He drank it and remarked, "This is vodka, isn't it?"

"Yep, the only good kind, Russian vodka," said DeSimms, draining his glass.

Steele said his goodbyes and left the room. DeSimms poured himself another shot, and turned on the computer console. He said, "Computer, tie-in to central Starfleet Computer."


Two Hours Later


The captain walked into the room. He saw that the bottle of vodka had a considerable amount gone. He looked at DeSimms and asked, "What have you got, Lieutenant?"

"It turns out I do know Hutchinson, sir. He served in SWU with me, and I don't know why. He was a brilliant doctor, should have been at Starfleet Medical or something. He transferred out about the same time I did."

"Go on," said Steele, "Where is he now?"

"Unknown sir. The description for his current assignment is 'Starfleet Medical' and we are told to contact Admiral Forward for more information," DeSimms turned on the monitor and continued, "This means hes probably doing some sort of secretive work, maybe with Intelligence or R&D."


<<<NRPG>>>

Forgot to add in my last post that the Helm transfer took place before we received the distress call…not a big deal…just some minor continuity. ;-)


A joint post from

Daniel Belin

John DeSimms

SEC OFFICER

USS HOOD, NCC 1703


and


Andy Catterick

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD, NCC 1703

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