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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Introspection==
===by Scott Lusby===
SD: 2260.365
MD: About 25 minutes after Steve's post "Taking the Green machine"
Setting: Small Hotel Room, New Detroit, Arcturus
Gar sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting as he continued to scan for any
sign of their shipmates' arrival. It had NOT been a comfortable half-hour,
trying to explain to the Captain about Avae.
He shook his head gently, reproaching himself. He'd been tempted- oh, how
he had been tempted to join Avae. He even tried to justify it to himself:
Sahen was undeniably evil, and the Federation had no business messing with
things about which it ought to know better.
It was an easy argument; it was probably one that would win him a few
friends too. Most notably, Avae.
Gar knew, deep down, THAT was the real temptation: to be in her world again.
Avae had been the one thing he had regretted leaving on Andoria, and now she
was here! Within his grasp! If only he could...
If only he could forget his duty, betray his captain, his shipmates, his
brothers-in-arms.
"Stop beating yourself up, Gar," Steele said. "While I don't share the
obvious distraction of a former lover being the catalyst here, I do
understand the desire to let her have Sahen."
Gar glanced up from the portacomp. "But we are not a jury, captain- we
cannot issue sentence against that man unilaterally, no matter how bad his
crimes may be," he said. "If I'm not willing to stand by those principles,
I do not belong in a Starfleet uniform."
Steele said nothing, nodding slowly. "The fact that you realize that says
more than you realize, Gar," the Captain offered.
"Small comfort," the Andorian replied. "I know my duties, and I will carry
them out- even if it means escorting a pig like Sahen to safety," he said.
He paused for a second, then added, "It's just hard knowing I will have to
leave her a SECOND time- and that we may have to kill her to do it."
Steele held his hands up. "Slow down, Gar- let's not get ahead of ourse--"
Suddenly, the portacomp chirped with the arrival of some new information.
"Captain, something is coming across the emergency channels- seems an Orion
slave ship has exploded in the upper atmosphere."
Steele walked over, leaning over Gar's shoulder. "That tune sounds
familiar," he muttered.
"In the key of Stile," Gar agreed. "I'm having trouble piercing the
interference caused by the explosion on this thing, but it looks like the
largest pieces of debris are coming down in this area," he said, pointing to
an area about 20 kilometers southwest of New Detroit.
"All right then- let's get ready. Go find DeSimms and have him rendezvous
with our friends," Steele said.
"Let's finish this and go home."
<<NRPG>>
Setting up a JP between Daniel and me.
Respectfully Submitted,
- Scott Lusby
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth
Chief Engineer
USS HOOD NCC-1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Silent Remorse==
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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Introspection

by Scott Lusby

SD: 2260.365 MD: About 25 minutes after Steve's post "Taking the Green machine" Setting: Small Hotel Room, New Detroit, Arcturus


Gar sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting as he continued to scan for any sign of their shipmates' arrival. It had NOT been a comfortable half-hour, trying to explain to the Captain about Avae.

He shook his head gently, reproaching himself. He'd been tempted- oh, how he had been tempted to join Avae. He even tried to justify it to himself: Sahen was undeniably evil, and the Federation had no business messing with things about which it ought to know better.

It was an easy argument; it was probably one that would win him a few friends too. Most notably, Avae.

Gar knew, deep down, THAT was the real temptation: to be in her world again. Avae had been the one thing he had regretted leaving on Andoria, and now she was here! Within his grasp! If only he could...

If only he could forget his duty, betray his captain, his shipmates, his brothers-in-arms.

"Stop beating yourself up, Gar," Steele said. "While I don't share the obvious distraction of a former lover being the catalyst here, I do understand the desire to let her have Sahen."

Gar glanced up from the portacomp. "But we are not a jury, captain- we cannot issue sentence against that man unilaterally, no matter how bad his crimes may be," he said. "If I'm not willing to stand by those principles, I do not belong in a Starfleet uniform."

Steele said nothing, nodding slowly. "The fact that you realize that says more than you realize, Gar," the Captain offered.

"Small comfort," the Andorian replied. "I know my duties, and I will carry them out- even if it means escorting a pig like Sahen to safety," he said. He paused for a second, then added, "It's just hard knowing I will have to leave her a SECOND time- and that we may have to kill her to do it."

Steele held his hands up. "Slow down, Gar- let's not get ahead of ourse--"

Suddenly, the portacomp chirped with the arrival of some new information.

"Captain, something is coming across the emergency channels- seems an Orion slave ship has exploded in the upper atmosphere."

Steele walked over, leaning over Gar's shoulder. "That tune sounds familiar," he muttered.

"In the key of Stile," Gar agreed. "I'm having trouble piercing the interference caused by the explosion on this thing, but it looks like the largest pieces of debris are coming down in this area," he said, pointing to an area about 20 kilometers southwest of New Detroit.

"All right then- let's get ready. Go find DeSimms and have him rendezvous with our friends," Steele said.

"Let's finish this and go home."


<<NRPG>>

Setting up a JP between Daniel and me.


Respectfully Submitted,

- Scott Lusby

/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth

Chief Engineer

USS HOOD NCC-1703

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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: We made it...

by David Martens

SD: 2260.365

MD: Entering Arcturus atmosphere

Scene: EscapePod 13

<Snip from Scot>

Suddenly, the portacomp chirped with the arrival of some new information.

"Captain, something is coming across the emergency channels- seems an Orion slave ship has exploded in the upper atmosphere."

Steele walked over, leaning over Gar's shoulder. "That tune sounds familiar," he muttered.

"In the key of Stile," Gar agreed. "I'm having trouble piercing the interference caused by the explosion on this thing, but it looks like the largest pieces of debris are coming down in this area," he said, pointing to an area about 20 kilometers southwest of New Detroit.

"All right then- let's get ready. Go find DeSimms and have him rendezvous with our friends," Steele said.

"Let's finish this and go home."


<End of Snip>


ARr'Rhiana rubbed the back of her head where she had bumped against the ceiling of the escapepod at the launch. The explosion of the Orion slave ship hadn't exactly gone as planned. Initially everything was going as calculated, a small explosion blowing up the engines spreading enough debris to cover up for the launch of the escapepods.

But then things went wrong, Hemux had calculated the exact time they needed to be far enough from the remains of the ship to be safe, but somewhere on the ship there must have been a hidden load of weapons or explosives or something that went KA_BOOOM much sooner and with more force then expected.

The shockwave had hit the pods hard and made them shake like they where going to fall apart. But now it seemed they where going down as she had foreseen., she only hoped the other s where also fine and they would be able to meet up with the rest of the team soon.

The surface was coming up to her with great speed, but she had to wait till the last possible moment to engage the emergency - engines to land safely. If she activated them to soon, the radar and planetary sensor - grids would pick them up and before they would get out of the pods, their would be armed forces to find out what was going on.

She was counting down 3 - 2 - 1 ... And engaged the engines, with a rough and abrupt bump she snapped tight in her saftybelts as the pod was slowed down, more... more ... but not enough as she thought as suddenly things became dark and the pod smacked to the surface. I slid on a hundred or so metres, destroying a barn, a small garage and a fence and then it went silent. Well, at least besides the ticking sound fo the pod cooling down and a fire that started from the heat of the engines.

Minutes later Hemux stumbled out the pod and dropped to the floor, coughing and blinking her eyes to get the dizzy feeling away. She stood up and wiped a bit of blood from her cheek where she had got a scar. Things started to go blur as she noticed someone armed approaching her. And just before she collapsed into unconsciousness she heard a familiar voice shouting to her, I have her, it's Hemux... "Steele??" she groaned and then she closed her eyes and hit the floor...


<<<NRPG>>>


Well, I squeezed one more out before midnight (at least here in Belgium...) So add this one to your reply - list scot!

Happy 2010 everyone!

Respectfully,

David Martens

Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux

CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703

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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Silent Remorse

by Andy Catterick

SD:2260.365

Scene: Unknown Freighter


Two final discharges of his weapon and it was over. He looked about the cramped bridge of the merchant vessel and took in his handiwork. As a member of Romulan Intelligence he knew he shouldn’t even have given the crew a second thought. Their deaths were an action that was required and necessary. There was no time and certainly no need to feel anything as extravagant as remorse. Yet he did. He looked briefly at each individual and wondered what there name had been. Had he had just killed someone’s father, certainly a son. And as he took a better look a daughter as well. It had to be done he knew. But he also knew that he hadn’t done it for the good of the mission, the glory of the empire or even in the name of the Praetor. He had murdered these people solely in the name of self preservation and it provided yet another opportunity to curse the traitor Sachen again.


Ideally he would have spared the majority of the crew. There really was no need to kill them and they could certainly have been helpful with the operation of the ship. But time had been of the essence. The ship was already going in the wrong direction and it was imperative he get underway immediately. Having to subdue the crew and then cajole and threaten them into assisting him would have taken too long. So he had opted for the simple plan and killed them all. The fact that his superiors would likely commend him for his ruthlessness was small comfort.


But he had no time to listen to his guilt. Reaching out he pulled the helmsman down from his console. He quickly input the new course and when the lumbering vessel managed to turn itself around he redlined the drive.


Sitting down in the pilots chair he pulled up the navigation console. Based on the current speed he should reach Arcturus on time.


He did his best not to look at the carnage behind him.


Respectfully,


Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703

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