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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Starting Over==
===by Scott Lusby===
SD: 2261.031
<snip- from my last post, entitled "Back to the Grind">
MD: A couple of hours earlier
Setting Chief Engineer's office, Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD
"I want you to get the work crews going on fixing some of those 'repairs'
the Starbase crews carried out," he said, sliding a tablet across the table.
The Tellarite glanced at Gar skeptically- or so Gar thought, anyway; it was
hard for him to tell otherwise with a Tellarite.
"Are you sure that's wise, Commander?" Lieutenant Daroth said, grabbing the
table. "Usually, repairs are carried out on systems that are damaged in
some way."
<end snip>
Gar fumed as he glanced up at his new assistant; he wasn't sure if he was
hearing sarcasm or if he was falling prey to a little racial stereotyping-
gods know the Andorians and Tellarites have had their share of conflict over
the years. So he chose not to say anything about it- for now. Instead, he
said, "Repairs are also supposed to make systems better- more efficient,
more powerful, something. And theirs did not; in fact, overall efficiency
in this department has dropped several percent. I'd like the highlighted
systems- the communications nets, the sensor nets, and their relays-
returned to their previous state."
Daroth sifted through the information on the tablet. "These modifications
aren't to spec," he muttered.
Gar nodded. "I know- I authorized them and made the changes because they
made the systems run better. I already submitted those improvements to
Starfleet Engineering. Please do as I ask."
Daroth looked through the tablet's contents for another few seconds. "They
don't seem to pose any danger to anyone...and they **do** seem to improve
system efficiency and delivery times," he muttered to himself.
Gar resisted the urge to lean across the table and choke the snout-nosed
engineer.
The new departmental XO now looked up and met Gar's gaze. "I'll get teams
on them right away, Commander."
Gar's lips curled into a forced grin. "Thank you, Lieutenant," he said.
"Perhaps, in the future, we'll be able to dispense with the inquiries and
simply follow my orders," he added, perhaps a little more pointedly than he
had intended.
Daroth's head cocked to one side. "Perhaps," he said, and walked out of the
small office, tablet in hand.
Gar felt himself growl as the doors parted behind the brash lieutenant.
*****
MD: present
Setting: Same
The whistle from Gar's comm panel jarred him back to the present.
"Engineering- Gar here."
[[[This is Merrick- Captain's called a senior staff meeting. Seems we got
our new marching orders.]]]
The Andorian paused for a moment. "On my way- Gar out," he said, closing
down the channel as he pushed himself up from his chair.
<<NRPG>>
Just pushing this to the next step, since it appears our little
cloak-and-dagger mission is over. Andy, care to share what was in the
special tube? :)
Respectfully Submitted,
- Scott Lusby
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth
Chief Engineer
USS HOOD NCC-1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Transfer==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Transfer==

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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Starting Over

by Scott Lusby

SD: 2261.031

<snip- from my last post, entitled "Back to the Grind">

MD: A couple of hours earlier Setting Chief Engineer's office, Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD


"I want you to get the work crews going on fixing some of those 'repairs' the Starbase crews carried out," he said, sliding a tablet across the table.

The Tellarite glanced at Gar skeptically- or so Gar thought, anyway; it was hard for him to tell otherwise with a Tellarite.

"Are you sure that's wise, Commander?" Lieutenant Daroth said, grabbing the table. "Usually, repairs are carried out on systems that are damaged in some way."

<end snip>

Gar fumed as he glanced up at his new assistant; he wasn't sure if he was hearing sarcasm or if he was falling prey to a little racial stereotyping- gods know the Andorians and Tellarites have had their share of conflict over the years. So he chose not to say anything about it- for now. Instead, he said, "Repairs are also supposed to make systems better- more efficient, more powerful, something. And theirs did not; in fact, overall efficiency in this department has dropped several percent. I'd like the highlighted systems- the communications nets, the sensor nets, and their relays- returned to their previous state."

Daroth sifted through the information on the tablet. "These modifications aren't to spec," he muttered.

Gar nodded. "I know- I authorized them and made the changes because they made the systems run better. I already submitted those improvements to Starfleet Engineering. Please do as I ask."

Daroth looked through the tablet's contents for another few seconds. "They don't seem to pose any danger to anyone...and they **do** seem to improve system efficiency and delivery times," he muttered to himself.

Gar resisted the urge to lean across the table and choke the snout-nosed engineer.

The new departmental XO now looked up and met Gar's gaze. "I'll get teams on them right away, Commander."

Gar's lips curled into a forced grin. "Thank you, Lieutenant," he said. "Perhaps, in the future, we'll be able to dispense with the inquiries and simply follow my orders," he added, perhaps a little more pointedly than he had intended.

Daroth's head cocked to one side. "Perhaps," he said, and walked out of the small office, tablet in hand.

Gar felt himself growl as the doors parted behind the brash lieutenant.


MD: present Setting: Same

The whistle from Gar's comm panel jarred him back to the present. "Engineering- Gar here."

[[[This is Merrick- Captain's called a senior staff meeting. Seems we got our new marching orders.]]]

The Andorian paused for a moment. "On my way- Gar out," he said, closing down the channel as he pushed himself up from his chair.


<<NRPG>>

Just pushing this to the next step, since it appears our little cloak-and-dagger mission is over. Andy, care to share what was in the special tube? :)


Respectfully Submitted,

- Scott Lusby

/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth

Chief Engineer

USS HOOD NCC-1703

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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Chatting

by Brian V. Mansur

SD: 2261.031

Scene: Officer's Lounge, USS HOOD

"Oh for crying out loud Stile, I'm fine," Sean insisted.

"I tell you sar that a man who would stoop to relying on a red shirt to do his job ..."

"Hey watch it," Gar shot.

"A security red shirt," Stile corrected, "Is a man who is nothing short of broken. There's something diagnosable on you and I intend to find out what."

"Oh no doc. I know how you work. I'm not getting naked anymore. I don't need massage therapy from a sweet brunette nurse whose name starts with a K. I don't want any snake oil, voodoo dolls, or cat scans. I am perfectly fine. Gar please put that fork away, you're making me nervous."

"You are a sick man," Gar said.


NRPG: Just a quickie.

Repectfully Submitted,

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703

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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Transfer

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.031

Scene: Shuttledeck

“Permission to leave ship’s company and disembark.” Lieutenant Commander Mark Compass said as he stood next to the open shuttle craft door. Inside the young ensign who had piloted the shuttle over from the KIDD did his best to pretend that the fact that the Romulan who was sitting quietly behind him was such an everyday occurrence that he barely noticed him. For his part the Romulan scientist tried hard to portray an individual who traveled on Starfleet vessels all the time. But it was becoming increasingly hard to contain his excitement over his new life. He’d been disappointed with the reception from the officers of the HOOD. To be fair he was sure the space port battle with his ex-countrymen could not have helped. But he was still surprised that he had not been treated more warmly. Of course they were military and not likely to understand how important he was. Well the ever smiling science officer seemed to have a grasp of who was in her midst.

Back outside the shuttle Captain Steele was responding to the request. “Permission granted commander.” He extended a hand. “I’m not suppose to tell you but the admiral has approved your transfer to DAUNTLESS as her first officer.”

Mark beamed. “That’s good news sir. I’d hate to think I’d wasted the last two days going over all her mission logs and personnel records for no reason.” He took a last look around HOOD’s cavernous shuttle bay. “Its been an honour captain.”

“You’ll be missed Mark. Best of luck.”

Five minutes later Jack was back in the center seat coffee in hand.

“KIDD reports Commander Compass and guest are safely aboard.”

“My regards to KIDD’s captain.” Jack said before addressing he new NAV officer. “Set course for the Celes system.”

“Course laid in sir.” Lieutenant Zade replied.

“Alright Lieutenant Steering ahead warp factor five.”


<<<NRPG>>>

Just a quick one. Working on a JP with Steve which will hopefully out tonight.

And for the life of me I don’t know why I wrote the transfer on a shuttle and not the transporter.


Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703

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