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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Truth==
===by Daniel Belin===
Scene: Hotel Room, New Detroit, Arcturus
The captain raised an eyebrow when he walked in on two semiconscious
shuttleport workers. He turned to John and was about to ask a
question, but John read his face and explained, "We needed inside
intelligence if we want to pick up this Doctor Sahen. These two were
both obvious choices, considering their knowledge and clearance.
And...well, the fact we can use them as shields if Mr. Fat Orion here
double-crossed us."
In response, the Captain threw a piece of paper onto DeSimms' desk. It
was a page published by Dr. Sahen in the Scientific Romulan journal,
DeSimms read it and raised an eyebrow, and the Captain looked at him
and asked, "Well? Doesn't it shock you?"
"No. Not at all. What surprises me is Andor's involvement. The Am-Tal
should know that Intel is gonna probably kill him anyways after they
get what they want."
DeSimms got a glint in his eye and put on his robe. He was walking out
of the room when the Captain inquired, "Where are you going?"
"For a walk. Be back in an hour, Captain."
The Captain was about to comment, but DeSimms had already left the
room. The Captain frowned and proceeded to look intently at the two
shuttleport employees. By the time Gar asked whether he should try to
stop John or follow him, DeSimms was long gone. The Captain simply
said to Gar, "Let him be. Anyways, you have to answer for where you
were for the last half hour."
"Well, Sir..."
Scene: Street near Hotel and Norm's Weapons Shop
DeSimms had scanned the area with a 'borrowed' Land Warrior eyepiece.
No cameras. Not a peep. Under his hood, he was unidentifiable just
like he wanted to be. He remembered this as how it used to be, sitting
on a bench concealed until the target walked by. Him springing up,
taking them to a dark room where Intel would interrogate them for
hours. And to consider, Starfleet and the Federation still deny using
torture. As DeSimms grinned under his Hood, he saw a blue figure walk
in front of him.
He got up and shadowed Avae for a block until they reached the
entrance to Norm's concealed shop. DeSimms barreled into her knocking
her through the door into the shop. Norm stood waiting with a pistol.
DeSimms put her in a full nelson and brought her to a large, empty
storage closet where he secured her to a chair. She looked at the two
of them, but could not identify them because of the bad light.
Suddenly, a bright light switched on. One man was a human, with a
bushy beard. One of his eyes was gouged out, and his other eye had a
shifty look about it. The other humanoid started slowly taking off his
hood, revealing finally his bald head. Avae gasped, "DeSimms?"
"Yes, thats right. You really thought they would send in just a normal
Starfleet team. No, they had a choice. Send in Starfleet Intel, and do
things the messy way. OR send a standard team, with ME."
"Your opinion of yourself is rather lofty, Mr. DeSimms."
Norm interjected, "He has the right to have a 'lofty' opinion of
himself. Four years in Starfleet Special Forces, one year in Starfleet
Recon Teams. He knows a lot about this kind of thing. Some would
consider him an...expert."
DeSimms then said, "So now you are going to tell us what you are
really doing here. Or more specifically, why Andor is involved."
"Why would you care? And how do you even expect me to divulge these answers?"
"Simple. What Norm is holding is not a simple phaser pistol. Yes, it
has the normal stun and kill settings, but it also has a special
setting that is designed to cause the most intense pain possible. It
will make every muscle in your body contract at once," DeSimms
gestured to Norm, "I also have a tricorder. I can set it to detect
lies. So it's simple, you don't tell us the truth or don't talk, the
pain starts."
"No. Starfleet is not this barbaric."
DeSimms gestured to Norm, and Norm depressed the trigger. Avae
screamed in mortal agony as the pain set in, and DeSimms signaled Norm
to cut it off. When Norm complied and the pain disappeared, Avae was a
bit more talkative, "DeSimms, Gar said you know about Sahen."
"Yes, we know about the augments-"
"Augments? Is this the scope of your so called knowledge? No, it goes
much deeper than that. Sahen used to be head of Reaserch and
Development for a Romulan Military laboratory. He used to make
terrible diseases, nanotechnological bugs that could bring down an
entire global computer net. The pinnacle of his work was a virus so
potent that one thermos of it could infect an entire continent. Turn
the infected into something out of one of your twentieth century
horror films!"
Norm interjected, "Whats it got to do with Andor?"
Avae shook her head and said, "I won't tell you. It is a secret of Andoria!"
"Now you listen to me, lady. You tell me, or I tell my friend to keep
shooting that device at you until you tell us or pass out!"
"Fine. During the Galactic Wars of this century, a Am-Tal operative
infiltrated Dr. Sahen's lab. He told us the horrors within, and only a
few months later he was executed and a probe filled with one of these
viruses was launched at the core worlds. It looked as if Romulus was
taking revenge on Andor for infiltrating one of its labs. We destroyed
the missile in flight and disgraced the Romulan Guard."
"And Sahen?"
"He was shunned and demoted to doing low level engineering work on the
project that you are aware of. We assume that he is trying to exact
revenge on Andor for his disgrace."
"Thats not a stretch," quipped Norm. He began speculating and said to
the Andorian, "So you are here to make sure that Dr. Sahen cannot
attack Andor."
"Yes."
"One final question," said DeSimms, "Who and where is your controller?
We know you have one."
"I think you will learn in time," said Avae.
"Put it aside for now," said Norm, "You should probably go to the
Captain before he starts asking questions."
"Fine," said DeSimms. He turned to Avae, "Gar has been acting
strangely since he saw you. Any explanation?"
"We used to be involved with each other. You know, romantically. We
broke apart when he went to Starfleet but I know that he is interested
in me."
"Is it mutual?" asked DeSimms.
"I am not sure," said Avae, "We talked about an hour ago."
"Jesus, John, you have to deal with her boyfriend?" asked Norm, "Looks
like you are going to need some backup."
"Well, we need all the help we can get," said John, "And if I have do
deal with Gar, it is good to know that I have a half-competent sniper
by my side."
"Lets get a movin'!" exclaimed Norm, who was already in the process of
carefully releasing Avae. DeSimms nodded in agreement, as of course,
he couldn't wait to tell Gar he had tortured and interrogated his
girlfriend.
NRPG- Just adding a half competent sniper to the entourage.
Scott- I can hear the tumbleweeds and cheap movie set being brought in
for Gar and DeSimms little showdown.
--
A post brought to you by,
Daniel Belin
playing as
John DeSimms
Operative
USS HOOD, NCC-1703
and
Norm Sheckleton
Retired Sniper




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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Truth

by Daniel Belin

Scene: Hotel Room, New Detroit, Arcturus

The captain raised an eyebrow when he walked in on two semiconscious shuttleport workers. He turned to John and was about to ask a question, but John read his face and explained, "We needed inside intelligence if we want to pick up this Doctor Sahen. These two were both obvious choices, considering their knowledge and clearance. And...well, the fact we can use them as shields if Mr. Fat Orion here double-crossed us."

In response, the Captain threw a piece of paper onto DeSimms' desk. It was a page published by Dr. Sahen in the Scientific Romulan journal, DeSimms read it and raised an eyebrow, and the Captain looked at him and asked, "Well? Doesn't it shock you?"

"No. Not at all. What surprises me is Andor's involvement. The Am-Tal should know that Intel is gonna probably kill him anyways after they get what they want."

DeSimms got a glint in his eye and put on his robe. He was walking out of the room when the Captain inquired, "Where are you going?"

"For a walk. Be back in an hour, Captain."

The Captain was about to comment, but DeSimms had already left the room. The Captain frowned and proceeded to look intently at the two shuttleport employees. By the time Gar asked whether he should try to stop John or follow him, DeSimms was long gone. The Captain simply said to Gar, "Let him be. Anyways, you have to answer for where you were for the last half hour."

"Well, Sir..."


Scene: Street near Hotel and Norm's Weapons Shop

DeSimms had scanned the area with a 'borrowed' Land Warrior eyepiece. No cameras. Not a peep. Under his hood, he was unidentifiable just like he wanted to be. He remembered this as how it used to be, sitting on a bench concealed until the target walked by. Him springing up, taking them to a dark room where Intel would interrogate them for hours. And to consider, Starfleet and the Federation still deny using torture. As DeSimms grinned under his Hood, he saw a blue figure walk in front of him.

He got up and shadowed Avae for a block until they reached the entrance to Norm's concealed shop. DeSimms barreled into her knocking her through the door into the shop. Norm stood waiting with a pistol. DeSimms put her in a full nelson and brought her to a large, empty storage closet where he secured her to a chair. She looked at the two of them, but could not identify them because of the bad light.

Suddenly, a bright light switched on. One man was a human, with a bushy beard. One of his eyes was gouged out, and his other eye had a shifty look about it. The other humanoid started slowly taking off his hood, revealing finally his bald head. Avae gasped, "DeSimms?"

"Yes, thats right. You really thought they would send in just a normal Starfleet team. No, they had a choice. Send in Starfleet Intel, and do things the messy way. OR send a standard team, with ME."

"Your opinion of yourself is rather lofty, Mr. DeSimms."

Norm interjected, "He has the right to have a 'lofty' opinion of himself. Four years in Starfleet Special Forces, one year in Starfleet Recon Teams. He knows a lot about this kind of thing. Some would consider him an...expert."

DeSimms then said, "So now you are going to tell us what you are really doing here. Or more specifically, why Andor is involved."

"Why would you care? And how do you even expect me to divulge these answers?"

"Simple. What Norm is holding is not a simple phaser pistol. Yes, it has the normal stun and kill settings, but it also has a special setting that is designed to cause the most intense pain possible. It will make every muscle in your body contract at once," DeSimms gestured to Norm, "I also have a tricorder. I can set it to detect lies. So it's simple, you don't tell us the truth or don't talk, the pain starts."

"No. Starfleet is not this barbaric."

DeSimms gestured to Norm, and Norm depressed the trigger. Avae screamed in mortal agony as the pain set in, and DeSimms signaled Norm to cut it off. When Norm complied and the pain disappeared, Avae was a bit more talkative, "DeSimms, Gar said you know about Sahen."

"Yes, we know about the augments-"

"Augments? Is this the scope of your so called knowledge? No, it goes much deeper than that. Sahen used to be head of Reaserch and Development for a Romulan Military laboratory. He used to make terrible diseases, nanotechnological bugs that could bring down an entire global computer net. The pinnacle of his work was a virus so potent that one thermos of it could infect an entire continent. Turn the infected into something out of one of your twentieth century horror films!"

Norm interjected, "Whats it got to do with Andor?"

Avae shook her head and said, "I won't tell you. It is a secret of Andoria!"

"Now you listen to me, lady. You tell me, or I tell my friend to keep shooting that device at you until you tell us or pass out!"

"Fine. During the Galactic Wars of this century, a Am-Tal operative infiltrated Dr. Sahen's lab. He told us the horrors within, and only a few months later he was executed and a probe filled with one of these viruses was launched at the core worlds. It looked as if Romulus was taking revenge on Andor for infiltrating one of its labs. We destroyed the missile in flight and disgraced the Romulan Guard."

"And Sahen?"

"He was shunned and demoted to doing low level engineering work on the project that you are aware of. We assume that he is trying to exact revenge on Andor for his disgrace."

"Thats not a stretch," quipped Norm. He began speculating and said to the Andorian, "So you are here to make sure that Dr. Sahen cannot attack Andor."

"Yes."

"One final question," said DeSimms, "Who and where is your controller? We know you have one."

"I think you will learn in time," said Avae.

"Put it aside for now," said Norm, "You should probably go to the Captain before he starts asking questions."

"Fine," said DeSimms. He turned to Avae, "Gar has been acting strangely since he saw you. Any explanation?"

"We used to be involved with each other. You know, romantically. We broke apart when he went to Starfleet but I know that he is interested in me."

"Is it mutual?" asked DeSimms.

"I am not sure," said Avae, "We talked about an hour ago."

"Jesus, John, you have to deal with her boyfriend?" asked Norm, "Looks like you are going to need some backup."

"Well, we need all the help we can get," said John, "And if I have do deal with Gar, it is good to know that I have a half-competent sniper by my side."

"Lets get a movin'!" exclaimed Norm, who was already in the process of carefully releasing Avae. DeSimms nodded in agreement, as of course, he couldn't wait to tell Gar he had tortured and interrogated his girlfriend.

NRPG- Just adding a half competent sniper to the entourage.

Scott- I can hear the tumbleweeds and cheap movie set being brought in for Gar and DeSimms little showdown.


-- A post brought to you by,

Daniel Belin

playing as

John DeSimms

Operative

USS HOOD, NCC-1703


and


Norm Sheckleton

Retired Sniper



[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Fly in the Ointment

by Scott Lusby

SD: 2260.365 MD: Immediately after Daniel's "Truth" Setting: Streets of New Detroit, Arcturus


Avae Zh'sharav winced as she moved quickly down the sidewalk, careful not to appear rushed and therefore draw attention to her, but at the same time trying to put as much distance between herself and John DeSimms.

Quickly, she turned a corner, then another, and finally made her way down an alleyway more within her "comfort zone" inside new Detroit. Once there, she brought a small communicator up to her mouth.

[[[Did they buy it?]]] a gruff voice asked.

"I think DeSimms did- I couldn't tell," she said, her tones hushed. "He had a little muscle with him and a hand-held tricorder; I had to feed him SOME truth."

There was a pause. [[[Are you all right?]]]

"Nothing I can't handle," she exaggerated.

Another pause. [[[And Gar?]]]

She thought back to their conversation. "He's torn," she said. "Perhaps what I told DeSimms will give him the push he needs."

Yet another pause. [[[You do understand what you must do if he DOES interfere, right?]]]

Avae closed her eyes, though she wasn't sure if it was from the lingering pain of DeSimms' brutal torture or at the thought of killing Gar. "I understand," she said.

Suddenly, the line cut off; she placed the small communicator back into a pocket and, panning her gaze around the alleyway, scurried off to visit a man named Mac about some documents necessary for interplanetary travel.


<<NRPG>>

Just a short one replying to Daniel's post- Avae's not THAT easy. ;)


Respectfully Submitted,

-- Scott Lusby

Avae Zh'sharav

Am-Tal Operative

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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Taking the Green Machine

by Steve Apple

SD: 2260.363


<<Snip From “Thinking Like Merrick”

“I take it you’re thinking what I am?” Merrick asked.

“Let’s see,” Corbett said sarcastically. “You want to storm the command module and take over the ship.”

“You’re brighter than you look doctor.” Merrick said smiling.

“Obviously not bright enough if I’m thinking about the same things as you.” Corbett shot back. “We’ve got maybe thirty more seconds before someone comes to investigate that gunshot.”

“Then we better get moving.” Merrick said.

“Alia take this.” Corbett said handing her his pistol and a hypo. “As soon as we’re gone use the hypo on ARr'Rhiana. Then barricade the door and don’t move until you hear from either Sean or I.”

“But…”

“No arguments just do it for god sake.” Corbett said interrupting her.

Alia nodded as the two Star Fleet officers left.

>>END Snip


Setting: Orion Slave Ship – Just Outside The Command Module


Merrick and Corbett made their way to the command module without incident. “So tell me how are you going to fight the remaining Orion’s in there without a weapon?” Merrick asked.

“Good point. I’ll tell you what, you rush in and start shooting and I’ll stay here where it’s safe.” Corbett answered smiling.

“That’s a good plan. Now in order for it to be a really great plan I’d modify it to where you rush in and start shooting and I stay here where it’s safe.” Merrick quipped.

“No I think I like mine better.” Corbett said pushing his hat to the back of his head. “But I’m willing to compromise.”

“Make it quick.”

“Shoot that control panel over there and when one of the crew comes out I’ll get his weapon.” Corbett said nodding to the control panel on the right side of the bridge door.

“As soon as you get the weapon drop to the ground and aim toward the right side of the bridge, I’ll lay down fire to left. If we’re lucky this won’t turn into a prolonged firefight.”

“Always the optimist eh Sean.”

“Yeah that’s me, now get ready.”

Corbett crouched behind the left bulkhead ready to strike. Merrick aimed his disrupter at the control panel and fired the weapon. In an instant the panel blew up in a crackle of sparks and the smell of burned ozone.

A moment later the door opened and an Orion officer came through the door leading with his weapon. Corbett didn’t have time to waste. Springing from his crouch he grabbed for the weapon with his left hand and punched the Orion in the groin with his right. Both Corbett and Merrick winced as the Orion fell to the ground grabbing himself.

“Damn Stile.” Merrick moaned as he watched the doctor punch the downed Orion knocking him unconscious and roll through the door and begin firing to the right side of the bridge.

Merrick wasted no time and lay down his own fire hitting the two pilots before they could get a shot off at him.

The smoke from the fight was still thick in the air as Merrick surveyed the small bridge compartment. Three Orion’s lay dead and a fourth unconscious just outside.

“I hate having to kill.” Merrick said as he pulled one of the pilots from his chair.

“The Orion’s don’t believe in a stun setting on their disrupters.” Corbett answered unsolicited.

“So I’ve seen.” Merrick said. “I’ll take the craft out of the approach pattern and find a more suitable place to land. I estimate we’ll be planet side in 26 minutes. You want to get ARr'Rhiana and Alia.”

“No.” Corbett yelled as he dropped the unconscious Orion. “Don’t alter the approach.”

“What, why?”

“We need this ship; if you alter the approach it could alert the syndicate on the planet that something is wrong.”

“Ships alter approach patterns all the time.” Merrick said.

“Sean the syndicate is very disciplined and very secretive. Do you know what their alternate approach patterns are?”

“I see your point. So what do we do let this ship take us right to one of their landing sites.”

“No I think there will be a major accident aboard this ship and all hands will be lost.”

“Go on.”

“If they think the ship was destroyed in a plausible accident we could maneuver the escape pods anywhere planet side without attracting attention.”

“You don’t think they will have sensors tracking for that. Come on Stile.” 

“If you explode the ship in the upper atmosphere and launch the pods at the exact moment of the explosion it will act as a sensor mask allowing the pods to land undetected.” ARr'Rhiana said from the open bridge door.

“Nice of you to join us,” Corbett said. “However, I thought I left instructions for the two of you to stay put.”

“Stile you may be extremely cute, but this misogynistic attitude of yours is starting to get on my last nerve. Now here take your weapon” ARr'Rhiana said holding out his pistol.

Corbett walked over to her and reached for the pistol when the Denobulan lashed out and knocked him to the deck.

“That’s for using the hypo on me. I don’t need you to protect me” She said angrily.

Both Merrick and Alia broke out in a short fit of laughter as Corbett sat up and began rubbing his jaw.

“You misunderstood darlin. The hypo was for the Orion’s protection not yours.” Corbett answered pushing his hat to the back of his head.

“Yet you blew his head off.” She quipped.

“Well harsh times call for harsh measures. Now if you would be so kind.” He said extending his hand trying to look indignant.

“So we understand each other?” She asked as she hoisted him to a standing position.

“Indeed madam.” Corbett answered.

“We’ve got 20 minutes until this ship hits the upper atmosphere.” Merrick said looking toward Corbett. “So if you’ve got a plan now’s the time to share it.”

TBC


Respectfully,

Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

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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

ASR: ORIGINS

[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

ASR ORIGINS

[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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