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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Diplomacy==
===David Kiel===
<snip from Mr. Wizard's Opus>
"Yes well, fortunately for me Bray is a civil being from the southern part of
the Gorn home world. Unlike you she understands manners and we have been friends
for many years. Now out of my way woman there is diplomacy a foot and while the
Gorn may consider your slug tasty, I doubt they wish to converse with it." With
that he set off down the hill.
<End snip.>
Cedria walked along with him, matching his pace and pulling her hair back in a
tail lest she appear too wildly mamillian and confuse the lizard.
Stile looked annoyed. "Didn't I tell you to leave?"
"There was a lot of condescension involved, like I don't know what a voltaic
cell is? And you as the diplomat? Please."
"Ill have you know, Yankee…."
"Oh and stow the Yankee crap, Im Trill. We have a south too, ours just has
better schools."
Stile paused for a moment and stared at her. "Just try to be tactful for a
change."
"Believe it or not I can be tactful, there is one thing that might trip us up
though?"
"What?"
Cedria nodded to the approaching Gorn. "You didn't sleep with her did you?"
Respectfully submitted;
David Kiel
Lt Cedria Zade,
NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Bug Hunt==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
SD 2262.035
MD 2.1152
Scene: SS MALLOW, Metron Sphere's Outer Surface
Nguyen felt his lunch pushing its way back up his esophagus. "In the name of
... ", he whispered horror-struck.
It looked to Nguyen like a body had exploded all over the compartment. Every
surface was a smattering of blood and chunky yellow red and brown bits. The
forward port was almost completely obscured by the innards of ... something. A
little voice told Nguyen not to breath through his nose if he didn't want to
immediately vomit.
"What," he gulped, "is it?"
One of the crewmen picked up a limb in his gloved hand. "It *was* humanoid," he
pronounced showing the others the familiar shape of a foot on the stub's end.
Nguyen heard the man beside him wretch. He struggled to focus. "What did
this?"
Sommers pulled a tricorder, tapped it a few times and frowned. "Perfect," he
spat. "This thing isn't working."
"Frak," Ngyen cursed. "Sommers, take Niles and check out the aft hull."
Sommers looked at him as though he'd sprouted an extra head. Crewman Niles
audibly swallowed. "You're fraking kidding me right, sir?" Sommers objected.
"The tricorder doesn't work. What are the odds that the phasers work when we
run across whatever did this?"
"Then take the fraking blow torch," told him testily.
Sommers didn't look the slightest bit comforted, but he hefted up the cutter
like a rifle and slowly moved to the ship's rear hold. Privately the redshirt
ensign thought that next time he found a derelict ship he would keep his big
mouth shut.
Nguyen stepped up to the pilot's seat. It had shielded part of the control
panel from the flying body parts so he didn't have to get his hands dirty
tapping the multitouch. In moments, he had called up the ship's logs.
NRPG: Just as Andy predicted back in September, it ended badly for poor Free
Trader Hober Antilles.
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
Sent from my iPod
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Voices from the Past==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2262.039
Scene: Merchant Vessel
It took a few seconds of coaxing but eventually the small monitor came to life and Nguyen found and older man staring back at him.  He was the picture of the stereotypical merchie.  A big head with multiple chins barely hidden beneath a scraggly red beard that matched his unkempt hair.  He looked like he had seen the inside of his shower in a week, and that he didn’t care.  There was a large black bruise across a good portion of his forehead and his left eye lid didn’t see to open as much as his right.  Nguyen reached down and activated the playback.
“Log Entry.”  There was a long silent pause as Captain Antilles stared angrily into the screen.  He ran his tongue across his upper lip and seemed to take hold of himself.  “This station is some sort of cosmic flytrap.  When I got close enough it hit me with a tractor beam and pulled me in.  Problem is that while the tractor worked with no problem the doors to this monstrosity didn’t and I got yanked down and smashed against the hull.  There were at least three other vessels impaled into the hull.  At least that was all I could make out as I spiralled down.  We came in and rammed in right on top of another.  Took out the engines and dam near every other system as well.  I managed to get life support and minimal power back on line but the engines are shot.  As is the frakkin comm unit.  Totally shattered.  I gave up trying to repair it two days ago.  It looks like I’m here for awhile.  Well at least until the air runs out.  End log.
“Log entry.  I managed to open up the hull and cut into the alien ship below.  Its lifeless but I was able to get partial power restored.  It’s coming up slowly so I’m going to sleep for the night and I’ll start the exploration in the morning.  Hopefully by then the life support will have warmed it up.  End log.
“Log entry.  I spent the better part of the day searching the craft.  Whoever was on it they must have abandoned ship because no one was home.  No bodies.  No nothing.  Found something that appears to be food but I’m not hungry enough yet to try it.  I haven’t been able to access the craft’s computers.  Not for lack of trying I just can’t decipher the gibberish that’s all over the terminals.”  He paused and then grinned.  “At least it’s given me something to do.  End log.”
“Log entry.  Well I’ve given up on finding anything useful on this alien ship.  It could be staring me in the face but I wouldn’t know it.  I’ve decided to fall back on what works.  I’ve located a part of the ship that *I think* is inside the station that snared me.  I’m going to cut through the hull and see if I can get in there.  It might be a waste of time but I don’t have anything else on my planner.”  There was a large clank behind him and Antilles jerked back instinctively to see what had made it.  “What the fra....”  The monitor went black.
<<<NRPG>>>
So you can write your character or an NPC on the station working with the Gorn, as part of the landing party examining Antilles’ ship or someone aboard HOOD.  Lots to write about guys.
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO,  USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Evening Stroll==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2262.042
Scene: Derelict Station
With an uneasy truce in place and Stile and Bray working on finding a cure while Zade provided assistance the rest of the two complements had seemed content to stare malevolently at each other.  Before things had gotten any worse Jack had decided they could all use the distraction of exploring the alien station.  His suggestion to the Gorn XO that they work together at this had fallen on deaf ears until a low guttural his from Bray had suddenly changed the big lizard’s mind.  From there it was agreed that they would search in small groups of four, two Starfleet officers and two Gorn to a group.  In that way they could keep an eye on each other, it would lessen the chance that one side would make a discovery and not share the information with the other and, in Jack’s case at least, there was the hope that it would spur some sort of cooperation and understanding between the two groups however small.
Twenty minutes later Jack and Gene Lowl walked slowly through the alien landscape with a Gorn security officer and the XO who Jack had finally learned was named Gilo.  He was beginning to doubt that his hope for some sort of lessen of tension at least with the obstinate executive officer would be possible.  The Gorn had refused to answer any question that Jack had asked him about his home world, how long he had served in the Gorn navy or anything else.  He figured the Gorn thought he was trying to pry classified information out of him but all he really was hoping for was a conversation.  So now the small group of four walked along in silence.
“Do humans always ask so many questions?”  Gilo suddenly said.
Jack stopped in his tracks he was so surprised and was nearly run over by the Gorn who had been walking behind him.  “Well humans are a curious species.”  He said as he fell back into step with Gilo.  “It’s why we’re out here, we like to explore.  To see whats beyond the next hill or the next star.  But I was interested in you and wanted to use the time to establish a rapport with you.”
“Why?”
“Well in the short term we clearly need to work together if we hope to escape this world.”
“And beyond the short term?”
“You and I are both aware that our two governments are at a stalemate in discussions about this area of space.”
“This is our space!”
Jack raised a hand.  “Perhaps and perhaps not.  You and I are soldiers and we follow the orders of our superiors.  Right now my orders are that we are to minimize tensions with the Gorn in this area of space until such time as a decision is made.”
“Our orders are similar.”  Gilo conceded surprising Jack with his admission.
“Well neither of us are going to change that now.  I have very little idea as to how your government works and what exactly your strategic thinking is about this however I have a pretty good idea as to how mine goes.”
“And that is?”
Jack considered how best to answer this question without giving too much away.  “Well from what I can see there are only minor areas of contention, accepting this sector, between our two states.  Once this matter is settled, and assuming it is done so in a amicable fashion there is no reason to believe our governments can’t have formal and friendly exchanges.  On the other hand both our frontiers rub up against another government.”
“The Romulans.”  Gilo hissed.
Jack nodded.  “The Romulans.  Its no secret that we’re not on the best of terms with them.  So it only makes sense that we would look to friendly relations with other states on our border, especially ones who may have the same tensions with their neighbours as us.”
This time it was Gilo’s turn to stop.  He stared at Jack for several seconds.  “I understand now why my captain likes you humans.”
<<<NRPG>>>
Just some 6th Fleet future development.  And more stuff for you to write about as your characters interact with your Gorn counterparts.
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Diplomacy

David Kiel

<snip from Mr. Wizard's Opus>

"Yes well, fortunately for me Bray is a civil being from the southern part of the Gorn home world. Unlike you she understands manners and we have been friends for many years. Now out of my way woman there is diplomacy a foot and while the Gorn may consider your slug tasty, I doubt they wish to converse with it." With that he set off down the hill.

<End snip.>

Cedria walked along with him, matching his pace and pulling her hair back in a tail lest she appear too wildly mamillian and confuse the lizard.

Stile looked annoyed. "Didn't I tell you to leave?"

"There was a lot of condescension involved, like I don't know what a voltaic cell is? And you as the diplomat? Please."

"Ill have you know, Yankee…."

"Oh and stow the Yankee crap, Im Trill. We have a south too, ours just has better schools."

Stile paused for a moment and stared at her. "Just try to be tactful for a change."

"Believe it or not I can be tactful, there is one thing that might trip us up though?"

"What?"

Cedria nodded to the approaching Gorn. "You didn't sleep with her did you?"


Respectfully submitted;

David Kiel

Lt Cedria Zade,

NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS



[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Bug Hunt

by Brian V. Mansur

SD 2262.035

MD 2.1152

Scene: SS MALLOW, Metron Sphere's Outer Surface

Nguyen felt his lunch pushing its way back up his esophagus. "In the name of ... ", he whispered horror-struck.

It looked to Nguyen like a body had exploded all over the compartment. Every surface was a smattering of blood and chunky yellow red and brown bits. The forward port was almost completely obscured by the innards of ... something. A little voice told Nguyen not to breath through his nose if he didn't want to immediately vomit.

"What," he gulped, "is it?"

One of the crewmen picked up a limb in his gloved hand. "It *was* humanoid," he pronounced showing the others the familiar shape of a foot on the stub's end.

Nguyen heard the man beside him wretch. He struggled to focus. "What did this?"

Sommers pulled a tricorder, tapped it a few times and frowned. "Perfect," he spat. "This thing isn't working."

"Frak," Ngyen cursed. "Sommers, take Niles and check out the aft hull."

Sommers looked at him as though he'd sprouted an extra head. Crewman Niles audibly swallowed. "You're fraking kidding me right, sir?" Sommers objected. "The tricorder doesn't work. What are the odds that the phasers work when we run across whatever did this?"

"Then take the fraking blow torch," told him testily.

Sommers didn't look the slightest bit comforted, but he hefted up the cutter like a rifle and slowly moved to the ship's rear hold. Privately the redshirt ensign thought that next time he found a derelict ship he would keep his big mouth shut.

Nguyen stepped up to the pilot's seat. It had shielded part of the control panel from the flying body parts so he didn't have to get his hands dirty tapping the multitouch. In moments, he had called up the ship's logs.

NRPG: Just as Andy predicted back in September, it ended badly for poor Free Trader Hober Antilles.


Respectfully Submitted,

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703

ASR ORIGINS


Sent from my iPod


[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Voices from the Past

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2262.039

Scene: Merchant Vessel


It took a few seconds of coaxing but eventually the small monitor came to life and Nguyen found and older man staring back at him. He was the picture of the stereotypical merchie. A big head with multiple chins barely hidden beneath a scraggly red beard that matched his unkempt hair. He looked like he had seen the inside of his shower in a week, and that he didn’t care. There was a large black bruise across a good portion of his forehead and his left eye lid didn’t see to open as much as his right. Nguyen reached down and activated the playback.


“Log Entry.” There was a long silent pause as Captain Antilles stared angrily into the screen. He ran his tongue across his upper lip and seemed to take hold of himself. “This station is some sort of cosmic flytrap. When I got close enough it hit me with a tractor beam and pulled me in. Problem is that while the tractor worked with no problem the doors to this monstrosity didn’t and I got yanked down and smashed against the hull. There were at least three other vessels impaled into the hull. At least that was all I could make out as I spiralled down. We came in and rammed in right on top of another. Took out the engines and dam near every other system as well. I managed to get life support and minimal power back on line but the engines are shot. As is the frakkin comm unit. Totally shattered. I gave up trying to repair it two days ago. It looks like I’m here for awhile. Well at least until the air runs out. End log.


“Log entry. I managed to open up the hull and cut into the alien ship below. Its lifeless but I was able to get partial power restored. It’s coming up slowly so I’m going to sleep for the night and I’ll start the exploration in the morning. Hopefully by then the life support will have warmed it up. End log.


“Log entry. I spent the better part of the day searching the craft. Whoever was on it they must have abandoned ship because no one was home. No bodies. No nothing. Found something that appears to be food but I’m not hungry enough yet to try it. I haven’t been able to access the craft’s computers. Not for lack of trying I just can’t decipher the gibberish that’s all over the terminals.” He paused and then grinned. “At least it’s given me something to do. End log.”


“Log entry. Well I’ve given up on finding anything useful on this alien ship. It could be staring me in the face but I wouldn’t know it. I’ve decided to fall back on what works. I’ve located a part of the ship that *I think* is inside the station that snared me. I’m going to cut through the hull and see if I can get in there. It might be a waste of time but I don’t have anything else on my planner.” There was a large clank behind him and Antilles jerked back instinctively to see what had made it. “What the fra....” The monitor went black.


<<<NRPG>>>

So you can write your character or an NPC on the station working with the Gorn, as part of the landing party examining Antilles’ ship or someone aboard HOOD. Lots to write about guys.


Respectfully,


Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

STARFLEET: ORIGINS


[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Evening Stroll

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2262.042

Scene: Derelict Station


With an uneasy truce in place and Stile and Bray working on finding a cure while Zade provided assistance the rest of the two complements had seemed content to stare malevolently at each other. Before things had gotten any worse Jack had decided they could all use the distraction of exploring the alien station. His suggestion to the Gorn XO that they work together at this had fallen on deaf ears until a low guttural his from Bray had suddenly changed the big lizard’s mind. From there it was agreed that they would search in small groups of four, two Starfleet officers and two Gorn to a group. In that way they could keep an eye on each other, it would lessen the chance that one side would make a discovery and not share the information with the other and, in Jack’s case at least, there was the hope that it would spur some sort of cooperation and understanding between the two groups however small.


Twenty minutes later Jack and Gene Lowl walked slowly through the alien landscape with a Gorn security officer and the XO who Jack had finally learned was named Gilo. He was beginning to doubt that his hope for some sort of lessen of tension at least with the obstinate executive officer would be possible. The Gorn had refused to answer any question that Jack had asked him about his home world, how long he had served in the Gorn navy or anything else. He figured the Gorn thought he was trying to pry classified information out of him but all he really was hoping for was a conversation. So now the small group of four walked along in silence.


“Do humans always ask so many questions?” Gilo suddenly said.


Jack stopped in his tracks he was so surprised and was nearly run over by the Gorn who had been walking behind him. “Well humans are a curious species.” He said as he fell back into step with Gilo. “It’s why we’re out here, we like to explore. To see whats beyond the next hill or the next star. But I was interested in you and wanted to use the time to establish a rapport with you.”


“Why?”


“Well in the short term we clearly need to work together if we hope to escape this world.”


“And beyond the short term?”


“You and I are both aware that our two governments are at a stalemate in discussions about this area of space.”


“This is our space!”


Jack raised a hand. “Perhaps and perhaps not. You and I are soldiers and we follow the orders of our superiors. Right now my orders are that we are to minimize tensions with the Gorn in this area of space until such time as a decision is made.”


“Our orders are similar.” Gilo conceded surprising Jack with his admission.


“Well neither of us are going to change that now. I have very little idea as to how your government works and what exactly your strategic thinking is about this however I have a pretty good idea as to how mine goes.”


“And that is?”


Jack considered how best to answer this question without giving too much away. “Well from what I can see there are only minor areas of contention, accepting this sector, between our two states. Once this matter is settled, and assuming it is done so in a amicable fashion there is no reason to believe our governments can’t have formal and friendly exchanges. On the other hand both our frontiers rub up against another government.”


“The Romulans.” Gilo hissed.


Jack nodded. “The Romulans. Its no secret that we’re not on the best of terms with them. So it only makes sense that we would look to friendly relations with other states on our border, especially ones who may have the same tensions with their neighbours as us.”


This time it was Gilo’s turn to stop. He stared at Jack for several seconds. “I understand now why my captain likes you humans.”


<<<NRPG>>>


Just some 6th Fleet future development. And more stuff for you to write about as your characters interact with your Gorn counterparts.


Respectfully,


Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

STARFLEET: ORIGINS

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