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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Turning Back - JP==
===by Steve Apple and Brian V. Mansur===
SD 2261.059
Scene: First Officer's Quarter's, USS HOOD
Sean was grateful to Steele for giving him his weekly day off early. It was
a good thing too because he spent the next three waking hours vomiting, the
following 7 sleeping, and pretty much the rest of the day on his knees
praying.
He reflected on the previous two years of his pathetic life. What was he
living for now? Himself? His work? Some vague idea that if he kept busy
he could ignore the emptiness in his heart?
Then there was his encounter with Kiska: it had proven that he wasn't even
doing any of those things very well anymore. Single handedly he'd cast
himself into hell. He had nurtured his demons, that was for sure, and he
hadn't helped himself get right by spending most of his free time with an
immoral scoundrel like Corbett: a man who reveled in both his excesses of
liquor and women.
Thinking about Corbett made his both smile and scowl at the same time. Damn
him and his cowboy logic, he thought. I was fine until he pointed out my
failure to grieve. Could it have been that simple? He wasn't so sure.
Since the divorce, he had forgotten how to be happy. He had forgotten what
happiness was even like.
God damn it all. Literally.
His Jeri was gone. Dead. So which was better to believe? That she was
lost to oblivion or that there was hope she might be in a better place? Was
there any point in even believing this was all there was to life? He'd
always believed that hedonism was merely a "carpe diem" existentialism
which, in turn, was really just nihilism in denial. So what was holding him
back from leaving that tired heading to nowhere?
What indeed.
He knew the answer. Pride. Anger. Disappointment. Childish spite. God
had taken away the person he loved. A woman he'd already really lost to be
fair, but he knew God could have led her anywhere in the galaxy. Why had it
been Vulcan? How had that been part of the plan?
Damn it was he such a fool as to try and puzzle out the motives of a supreme
being. Supreme Being: once he had known what that meant to trust in one and
was unshaken in that belief. Maybe it was time to be that way again. His
personal files held a digital copy of a Bible. Opening the file he
instinctually went to the highlighted verses and side notes that he ... and
sometimes Jeri ... had written there. And he found himself reading the
classics of his upbringing:
He laughed at the irony of some verses given all the time he'd spent around
Corbett. But he kept coming back to this quesiton: did any of this really
matter, he thought as he ran his fingers over the view screen. "Why Jeri?
Why her?" He lifted his weary head toward the ceiling. "Do you have an
answer? Well do you?" He asked..
Hanging his head as the tears spilled, he sank further into the desk chair
he sat at. God did not have to answer to him and he knew it. How exactly
did he even justify criticizing an omnipotent being? What was he going to
do about it even if he didn't like how God ran the show? God promised that
things would work out in the end. He did not promise rose gardens until the
afterlife. And to be fair, it wasn't as if Sean had shown myself to be the
paragon of good behavior. So what made him think he would be able to run the
universe any better?
In the end, he realized that it all amounted to this for him: hope and how
to hang on to it. He needed hope that things would be alright forever some
day. Anything less was trading short. Aiming too low. Anything less would
be in a real way unsatisfying. And he was tired of being unsatisfied. He
was tired of being empty.
"Screw this," he said before finally going to sleep at last. He didn't care
that it sounded like a corny page out of a conversion pamphlet. "I'm going
back to faith and Jesus."
NRPG: A very special thanks to Steve for his contributions to this post.
Respectfully Submitted Jointly,
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
and
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS=




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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Turning Back - JP

by Steve Apple and Brian V. Mansur

SD 2261.059

Scene: First Officer's Quarter's, USS HOOD

Sean was grateful to Steele for giving him his weekly day off early. It was a good thing too because he spent the next three waking hours vomiting, the following 7 sleeping, and pretty much the rest of the day on his knees praying.

He reflected on the previous two years of his pathetic life. What was he living for now? Himself? His work? Some vague idea that if he kept busy he could ignore the emptiness in his heart?

Then there was his encounter with Kiska: it had proven that he wasn't even doing any of those things very well anymore. Single handedly he'd cast himself into hell. He had nurtured his demons, that was for sure, and he hadn't helped himself get right by spending most of his free time with an immoral scoundrel like Corbett: a man who reveled in both his excesses of liquor and women.

Thinking about Corbett made his both smile and scowl at the same time. Damn him and his cowboy logic, he thought. I was fine until he pointed out my failure to grieve. Could it have been that simple? He wasn't so sure. Since the divorce, he had forgotten how to be happy. He had forgotten what happiness was even like.

God damn it all. Literally.

His Jeri was gone. Dead. So which was better to believe? That she was lost to oblivion or that there was hope she might be in a better place? Was there any point in even believing this was all there was to life? He'd always believed that hedonism was merely a "carpe diem" existentialism which, in turn, was really just nihilism in denial. So what was holding him back from leaving that tired heading to nowhere?

What indeed.

He knew the answer. Pride. Anger. Disappointment. Childish spite. God had taken away the person he loved. A woman he'd already really lost to be fair, but he knew God could have led her anywhere in the galaxy. Why had it been Vulcan? How had that been part of the plan?

Damn it was he such a fool as to try and puzzle out the motives of a supreme being. Supreme Being: once he had known what that meant to trust in one and was unshaken in that belief. Maybe it was time to be that way again. His personal files held a digital copy of a Bible. Opening the file he instinctually went to the highlighted verses and side notes that he ... and sometimes Jeri ... had written there. And he found himself reading the classics of his upbringing:

He laughed at the irony of some verses given all the time he'd spent around Corbett. But he kept coming back to this quesiton: did any of this really matter, he thought as he ran his fingers over the view screen. "Why Jeri? Why her?" He lifted his weary head toward the ceiling. "Do you have an answer? Well do you?" He asked..

Hanging his head as the tears spilled, he sank further into the desk chair he sat at. God did not have to answer to him and he knew it. How exactly did he even justify criticizing an omnipotent being? What was he going to do about it even if he didn't like how God ran the show? God promised that things would work out in the end. He did not promise rose gardens until the afterlife. And to be fair, it wasn't as if Sean had shown myself to be the paragon of good behavior. So what made him think he would be able to run the universe any better?

In the end, he realized that it all amounted to this for him: hope and how to hang on to it. He needed hope that things would be alright forever some day. Anything less was trading short. Aiming too low. Anything less would be in a real way unsatisfying. And he was tired of being unsatisfied. He was tired of being empty.

"Screw this," he said before finally going to sleep at last. He didn't care that it sounded like a corny page out of a conversion pamphlet. "I'm going back to faith and Jesus."

NRPG: A very special thanks to Steve for his contributions to this post.


Respectfully Submitted Jointly,

Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR ORIGINS


and


Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR ORIGINS=


[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: (H) evil Hemux

by David Martens

SD 2261.059

Scene: alternate USS HOOD, Science department


Arr'Rhiana's smile was rather terrifying to see as she held the poor thing in her hands. Wires connected to the tall head of the strange insect-like creature. It had been her favorite pet before the travel to this universe. The attack from the other ship had crippled the poor beast. A limb ripped of and a wing broken. Then she shrugged her shoulders, cocked her head and roughly ripped the wires from the beast, her face widened up and the head disapeared in her mouth. With cracking sounds she started to chew the moist, raw meat from the creatures body. If she couldn't enjoy it as her pet then she at least could have the pleasure in eating it.

Still chewing on the critter, she dropped down in the seat behind her science console and pulled up the data from the hidden cams she had installed all over the ship. Again she looked at the act of sabotage from that Trll woman, Cedria. It was clever done and Hemux nodded in respect. If she had not recorded it with her spy - cams she probably would not have noticed. Ofcourse, she had made it clear to everyone that the full responsibility of the implementation of the new system was laid on Jeri Merrick. No one could ever blame Hemux for it if anything went wrong.

She grinned and made a mental note to keep a close look on that Cedria Trill woman. Arr'Rhiana studied the data from this universe, so many similarities to her own and yet so different. Similar enough to make their ship work here and survive, different enough to have so many opportunities.

With a PADD loaded full of data, Hemux went on to Bridge.

Scene: USS HOOD, Bridge


With a look of disgust on her face she went up to DeSimms. She saluted and waited for permisison to speak, in the rough, militarized universe there was little respect for scientists, yet she was the one who held what could be their victory in her hands.

"What you want, Denobulan?" DeSimms barked to her. Hemux had to restrain herself from ripping his throat out with her teeth but she handed him the PADD "I have done some study on the physics in this alternate universe, Sir. It turns out the Matter - antimatter balance in this universe is slightly different then in ours. If we recalibrate our shields, powersystems and torpedoes it would give us a increase in power and shield efficiency."

DeSimms narrowed his eyes "I don't understand half of this crap, are you sure it will work?" Hemux shrugged her shoulders "Not complete no, after all this is an unknown, alternate universe. But I am certain enough to advice you to make the proper adjustments, certainly if you want to be victorious in a next meeting with the ships of this universe. If you have the adjustments done by qualified people, not incapable ones like those who installed the Tholian device; then I am certain we have more power for our shields, propulsion and weapons."

For a moment she thought she had gone to far in her reference to the Merrick woman. But then DeSimms nodded "Very well, I will take your suggestions in consideration. Now get back to your lab and see what you can make of the data about this system, where the best opportunities are for our next strike, analyse the data on any communications we can intercept, find out what the weaklings in this universe are up to."

Arr'Rhiana saluted and went back to her lab. Her calculations where valid, she was certain they would work and give the ship the needed boost in power and speed. And with some luck she had made it clear to DeSimms that the Merrick woman was worthless. She smiled, a dangerous looking sight with her sharp teeth and broad face. With the data she could gather here from this universe she would be able to build better weapons, better ships and with those ideas and visions, she would be able to get a aim for a position in the Souvereign Science council, finally away from this ship.


<<<NRPG>>>


And so we have a mad wicked scientist on the alternate HOOD as well...


Respectfully,

David Martens

Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux

CSciO ,

Sovereignty Fleet

USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

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