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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Where’d the Doctor Go==
===by Steve Apple===
SD: 2261.025
Timeframe: Immediately after Brian's "Racedown"
Setting: Corridor Outside Guest Quarters, USS HOOD
<Snip from Brian’s Post "Racedown"
"Waddaya think Gar? Is she going to try for engineering. Blow up the ship?"
"Transporters make more sense. Just beam him out to space. Not even bother
rematerializing him."
Sean pinched the bridge of his nose as though a headache were building. "Gosh I really hate to do this," He flipped open his communicator. "Sean to Security."
End snip>
Corbett took out his scanner and began moving it about Sean’s head.
“What the hell…”
“Hold still, I think you’re having a stroke.” Corbett grumbled.
“I’m having several with a heart attack to boot.” Merrick sighed as he knocked Corbett’s scanner away. “We’re heading over to Transporter Room 2”
Gar nodded and turned to run down the hallway. Corbett turned too, but was halted by the intercom.
[Trauma team 1 to Dr. Corbett]
“Corbett here,” He said as he watched Merrick stop to listen in.
[Doc we got a problem. Ensign Jimenez started seizing and her heart rate just plummeted.] The medic said in a panic.
“How was she when you first got to her?”
[She was roughed up pretty bad, but was talking to us. We were just taking her in as a precaution when she went south.]
“Pull up her tunic and tell me what you see.”
[She’s breathing, but it’s shallow and there’s a large bruise on the left side of her chest.]
“How far out are you from sickbay?”
[4 maybe 5 minutes]
“Damn it; don’t move her I’m on my way.” Corbett yelled into the comm. then punched it again. “Corbett to sickbay.”
[Saxman here sir.]
“Kiska I got an emergency inbound 5-6 minutes. I need a surgical unit and trauma nurse prepped and ready when I get there.
[Aye sir, sickbay out]
Corbett turned and almost smacked into Merrick. “Go, you can check in with me later.” Corbett said shooing Merrick away.
“I will.” Merrick said taking off after Gar.
Scene: Brig
“Easy gentlemen, she’s hanging on by a thread as it is.” Corbett said as they lifted her. She started to convulse as soon as they moved her onto the stretcher.
“BP 60/20, pulse 28 and weak.” The corpsman yelled as he watched his hand held scanner.
“No you don’t darlin, you ain’t dyin today.” Corbett scolded in his thick Texas drawl.
“BP 40/10, no pulse.” The corpsman yelled to Corbett. “We need a Cardio Stimulator, or we’ll lose her.”
Corbett ignored the medic and ripped open the woman’s uniform and undershirt exposing her chest. Pulling an old style syringe from his med-kit he grabbed the plunger from the syringe and threw it behind him as he pressed two fingers against the left side of her chest. Once he found the landmark he was looking for he pushed the needle into her chest and was immediately hit with a stream of blood that was under high pressure.
“BP 80/50, pulse 40 and regular, her vitals are getting stronger.” The corpsmen yelled in surprise as they took off down the corridor to sickbay.
“She had a pericardial tamponade, blood in the pericardial space, which was constricting the heart and keeping it from beating. I relieved it with the needle and syringe. Corbett said. “So don’t be so reliant on technology sar, as sometimes the old fashioned low tech treatments work the best. Also you should have figured that out for yourself had you done a proper secondary survey.”
The medic said nothing in return. He knew he had screwed up and instead concentrated on getting the patient to sickbay.
The doors to sickbay swooshed open and they wheeled the patient to the surgical suite. For an outsider looking in the action was very quick as the corpsmen and nurses surrounded the table and began to stabilize the young woman and prep her for surgery.
“Sir what happened, you’re covered in blood?” Saxman asked.
Corbett looked into the mirror that hung outside the surgical suite and saw his cowboy had was streaked and spattered. “Mr. Wong is not going to be happy with this.” He said.
“Who’s Mr. Wong?” Saxman asked puzzled.
“My drycleaner.” Corbett said over his shoulder. “Now let’s get prepped for surgery.
<NRPG>
I was with Sean and Gar for “Racedown”, but eliminated without explanation from the fray in “The Great Escape”. So just in case the continuity police are roaming around I thought I’d post what broke me away from the fun.
Respectfully Submitted,
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO, USS Hood 1703
ASR ORIGINS


==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Back to the Grind==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Back to the Grind==
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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Where’d the Doctor Go

by Steve Apple

SD: 2261.025

Timeframe: Immediately after Brian's "Racedown"

Setting: Corridor Outside Guest Quarters, USS HOOD


<Snip from Brian’s Post "Racedown"

"Waddaya think Gar? Is she going to try for engineering. Blow up the ship?"

"Transporters make more sense. Just beam him out to space. Not even bother rematerializing him."

Sean pinched the bridge of his nose as though a headache were building. "Gosh I really hate to do this," He flipped open his communicator. "Sean to Security."

End snip>


Corbett took out his scanner and began moving it about Sean’s head.

“What the hell…”

“Hold still, I think you’re having a stroke.” Corbett grumbled.

“I’m having several with a heart attack to boot.” Merrick sighed as he knocked Corbett’s scanner away. “We’re heading over to Transporter Room 2”

Gar nodded and turned to run down the hallway. Corbett turned too, but was halted by the intercom.

[Trauma team 1 to Dr. Corbett]

“Corbett here,” He said as he watched Merrick stop to listen in.

[Doc we got a problem. Ensign Jimenez started seizing and her heart rate just plummeted.] The medic said in a panic.

“How was she when you first got to her?”

[She was roughed up pretty bad, but was talking to us. We were just taking her in as a precaution when she went south.]

“Pull up her tunic and tell me what you see.”

[She’s breathing, but it’s shallow and there’s a large bruise on the left side of her chest.]

“How far out are you from sickbay?”

[4 maybe 5 minutes]

“Damn it; don’t move her I’m on my way.” Corbett yelled into the comm. then punched it again. “Corbett to sickbay.”

[Saxman here sir.]

“Kiska I got an emergency inbound 5-6 minutes. I need a surgical unit and trauma nurse prepped and ready when I get there. 

[Aye sir, sickbay out]

Corbett turned and almost smacked into Merrick. “Go, you can check in with me later.” Corbett said shooing Merrick away.

“I will.” Merrick said taking off after Gar.


Scene: Brig

“Easy gentlemen, she’s hanging on by a thread as it is.” Corbett said as they lifted her. She started to convulse as soon as they moved her onto the stretcher.

“BP 60/20, pulse 28 and weak.” The corpsman yelled as he watched his hand held scanner.

“No you don’t darlin, you ain’t dyin today.” Corbett scolded in his thick Texas drawl.

“BP 40/10, no pulse.” The corpsman yelled to Corbett. “We need a Cardio Stimulator, or we’ll lose her.”

Corbett ignored the medic and ripped open the woman’s uniform and undershirt exposing her chest. Pulling an old style syringe from his med-kit he grabbed the plunger from the syringe and threw it behind him as he pressed two fingers against the left side of her chest. Once he found the landmark he was looking for he pushed the needle into her chest and was immediately hit with a stream of blood that was under high pressure. 

“BP 80/50, pulse 40 and regular, her vitals are getting stronger.” The corpsmen yelled in surprise as they took off down the corridor to sickbay.

“She had a pericardial tamponade, blood in the pericardial space, which was constricting the heart and keeping it from beating. I relieved it with the needle and syringe. Corbett said. “So don’t be so reliant on technology sar, as sometimes the old fashioned low tech treatments work the best. Also you should have figured that out for yourself had you done a proper secondary survey.”

The medic said nothing in return. He knew he had screwed up and instead concentrated on getting the patient to sickbay.

The doors to sickbay swooshed open and they wheeled the patient to the surgical suite. For an outsider looking in the action was very quick as the corpsmen and nurses surrounded the table and began to stabilize the young woman and prep her for surgery.

“Sir what happened, you’re covered in blood?” Saxman asked.

Corbett looked into the mirror that hung outside the surgical suite and saw his cowboy had was streaked and spattered. “Mr. Wong is not going to be happy with this.” He said.

“Who’s Mr. Wong?” Saxman asked puzzled.

“My drycleaner.” Corbett said over his shoulder. “Now let’s get prepped for surgery.


<NRPG>

I was with Sean and Gar for “Racedown”, but eliminated without explanation from the fray in “The Great Escape”. So just in case the continuity police are roaming around I thought I’d post what broke me away from the fun.


Respectfully Submitted,

Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS Hood 1703

ASR ORIGINS



[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Back to the Grind

by Scott Lusby

SD: 2261.031 MD: Three days after Avae escapes and one day after HOOD rendezvous with USS KIDD Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD


"What in the name of the eternal gods did those idiots DO in here??!" Gar shouted, his temper finally boiling over as he scanned through the work orders from the past few days. "Where's Compass? I'm going to KILL him!"

He'd spent the last couple of days under the care of Doctor Corbett, as a precaution to the head injuries sustained on Arcturus. He'd thought he was all right...but shortly after Avae had left, he'd found himself with a brutal headache, bad enough to force him to visit Sick Bay; a short examination from the Good Doctor revealed that he was suffering from some post-concussion symptoms.

That was the end of his working for a couple of days.

Still, the time was productive: he had been able to study the changes the Starbase's yard dogs had tried to do- which would eventually evolve into his current frustration, but, initially, had simply produced confusion, as there would seem to be no reason to mess with the ship's communications and sensor networks.

He needed to talk to Compass- now.

"Computer- tie-in," he said, pushing a button on his desk.

[[[Working.]]]

"Location of Lieutenant Commander Mark Compass."

[[[Lieutenant Commander Compass is no longer serving on the HOOD. He was transferred to the USS DAUNTLESS as First Officer two days ago.]]]

Gar grumbled. "Figures."

He closed the connection, and began sifting through the reports further. Truth be told, his crew had done a good job in re-implementing the 'improvements' those idiots from the Starbase had undone over the last few hours...and since he was being somewhat generous, he supposed Compass stood his ground firmly enough in the end...

What was worse was that, now, he had a department full of new personnel. He'd glanced through their files, and all seemed competent enough (they had to be just to be considered for HOOD or one of her sister ships)...but many were young, and that meant they still worked by the textbook.

Even his new departmental XO had taken some convincing...


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."

Gar fumed as he glanced up at his new assistant.


<<NRPG>>

This ended up being too long for one post, so I split it up. Second part coming in a few minutes.


Respectfully Submitted,

- Scott Lusby

/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth

Chief Engineer

USS HOOD NCC-1703

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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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