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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: “Facing Yourself Is Never Easy - JP

by Brian V. Mansur and Steve Apple

SD: 2261.075

MD: MD: 2.0900


Scene: Celes II, Mining Facility

<Snip from Brian’s Post “Not Much Time Left”

Neither of them noticed the faint electric hum of a transporter beam several feet down the hall. Too bad for them that it took about five seconds more for them to round the corner of the door. Steele was the first to react.

"FRAKING GAW...." he began.

He was looking right at himself. And this universe's Steele evidently had completely expected to see someone there because he already had his weapon pointed right at them.

A stun bolt took Sean down instantly. Steele was fumbling for his own pistol when a second shot tagged his arm, crumpling him to the floor in a dazed heap. Moments later, a boot pressed harshly down on the mirror Steele's neck.

"You fraking bastard," Captain Jack Steele of the USS HOOD venomously spat at his doppelganger.

It took a minute, but off in the distance, the pitiful cries of Mr. Abrams slowly quieted to mere whimpering.

End snip>


Corbett immediately rushed forward and checked the two stunned officers from the Multiverse. “Merrick is unconscious and Steele is barely conscious, but otherwise neither is hurt.” He reported.

Steele lowered his weapon. “Mr. Sahel,” He said to the Vulcan in charge of their security escort. “Take Dr. Corbett and Commander Gar and find out where that whimpering is coming from. Don’t take any chances. Stun first and ask questions later, understood.”

“Aye sir,” The Vulcan said and motioned for the doctor and engineer to follow him.

The three officers quickly made their way to an office off a hallway to the left of the refineries entrance. They could hear shouts and whimpers coming through the door. Sahel held up three fingers and with sign language began the countdown. The officers had weapons extended and upon Sahel’s mark Gar kicked the door open.

Corbett immediately saw a fat humanoid whimpering in a chair, his doppelganger standing over him shouting. Without thinking he depressed the firing button on his phaser and rushed forward. He stopped short when he saw the Andorian lying face down on the floor.

“What the fu…”

“No no please wait.” A very lucid Mr. Abrams yelled putting his hands out and interrupting Stile. “He didn’t hurt me.”

“You’re bleeding sar, so excuse me if I’m a bit skeptical.” The doctor said running his scanner across the director’s face.

“Something isn’t making sense here.” Gar remarked checking on his own doppelganger. What happened?”

“The cowboy shot the Andorian when he tried to inject me with a hypo.” Abrams tried to get out in wheezy voice.

Corbett looked up from his scan at Gar. “Is he dead.”

“No merely stunned,” The Andorian replied.

“Sir,” Sahel said calmly to Abrams. “Perhaps you can enlighten us as to what exactly has happened here.”

“This man.” Abrams said pointing at Corbett then shook his head and pointed at the unconscious cowboy. “No I mean that man; he dragged me into this office for what I thought was going to be torture. They wanted me to give them crystals, but I told them that the Federation had already picked up their quarterly quota and that I didn’t have any more. Their Captain struck me and said if I didn’t hand over the crystals he wanted then they’d kill me.”

“His nose was broken, but it looks like Dr. Jekyll over there used an osteoregenerator on him.” Corbett said looking at Gar.

“Yes yes the doctor dragged me in here and phasered the other when he tried to give me a truth serum. He said that I needed to continue whimpering if I wanted to stay alive. He told me that they were not star fleet from this universe and that the Captain would kill me or worse if he didn’t get what he wanted.”

“And you did what?” Corbett asked checking on his double.

“I gave him four crystals, they’re in his bag.” Abrams sobbed.

“It’s alright now, you’re safe.” Corbett said injecting the fat little man.

Abrams immediately stopped sobbing and his face took on a euphoric smile.

“Mr. Abrams, can you hear me?” Corbett asked.

“Yes.” He said in a far away voice.

“Good, I want you to listen to me very closely. You had a very pleasant visit with the Star Fleet officers, but fell during a tour of the plant. You got a broken nose, but it was fixed for you and you are very grateful, do you understand.”

“Yes very grateful.” The director said in that same strange far away voice.

“Dr. may I inquire just what you did to him?” Sahel asked.

“I gave him a memory blocker.” Corbett said pushing his hat to the back of his head. “He’ll wake up in an hour or so and remember only what I told him.”

Gar nodded and then picked up his double and headed back toward the Captain and rest of the landing party. Corbett hoisted his doppelganger as well and followed.

Steele swung around, his weapon raised, but lowered it when he saw his men carrying their doppelgangers accompanied by Sahel. “Did you find the source of that whimpering?”

“Yes sir it was the plant’s director.” Sahel said rejoining his men.

“Well where is he? Is he alright?” Steele asked

“He’s fine, he sustained a broken nose, which is already fixed.”Corbett said as he and Gar dropped their doubles next to their crewmates. “I gave him a memory blocker; he’ll wake up in an hour and not remember any of this happened.”

Steele nodded. “Our security chief was right they are hostile. They tried to attack the ship, but Zade held her own.”

“Sir,” Gar said concerned.

“She’s intact Gar, no real damage done, though the transporter is temporarily off line.” Steele said smiling at his Engineer’s worry for his ship.”

“Any casualties?” Corbett immediately asked.

“None that I know of.” Steele said then stepping over to his still dazed double. “Stile with me, I want you to give him something to make him more alert? I want to know how many ships we’re facing and just what their mission is.”

Corbett opened his med kit and drew up a stimulant that he injected into the other Steele. Within seconds the other shook his head and leapt at Stile enraged. Sahel had already anticipated that move and roughly pushed the Captain back down.

“Don’t touch me you diseased ridden piece of shit.” The other Steele spat at the Vulcan, who merely lifted an eyebrow in fascination.

“I should have guessed that you weaklings would have embraced them.” Blackjack Steele sneered to his counterpart.

“I want to know what your mission is and how many ships you brought with you?” Jack asked the man calmly.

“You are pathetic.” Blackjack said with contempt. “You may look like me on the outside, but…”

“But what?” Steele answered menacingly. “That I won’t shoot you for the safety of my ship and this universe? I guarantee you it’s not a theory you’d want to test.”

Blackjack immediately calmed and even smiled. “I know when you’re bluffing.”

“Once again Captain,” Steele asked. “What is your mission and how many ships are with you.”

“Kiss my ass.” Blackjack said and leaned back closing his eyes.

“Stile,” Steel said turning to the doctor. “Inject him with a truth drug.”

Corbett shook his head. “I don’t think anything I have will work on his neurophysiology. A stimulant is one thing, but the complex formula of a truth drug is quite another.”

“Damn it I need answers.” Steele said through gritted teeth. “How long will it take for you to synthesize an agent suitable for him?

“A couple of hours at the very least.” Corbett answered.

“We don’t have that kind of time.” Steele sighed.

“Perhaps I might be able to help sir.” Sahel interrupted.

“How?” Steele asked.

There is an ancient Vulcan technique.” Sahel said then paused. “It is a deeply personal thing, part of our private life, and generally not shared with outsiders. It is called a mind meld.”

“A what?” Steele asked.

Corbett quickly stepped in. “It’s dangerous enough when done between 2 Vulcan’s, but when initiated with a human. I can’t let you…”

“What the hell is a mind meld?” Steele demanded.

“It’s a way of sharing consciousness.” Corbett said trying to save Sahel the embarrassment of explaining. “It allows the sharing of memories and experiences.”

“Will they in turn know our secrets as well? Steele asked directing his question to Sahel.

“Only if I leave my mind unguarded.” Sahel answered. “I can do this Captain and get the answers you seek.”

Steel looked over at Stile and saw the concern written on his face; however, he saw little choice. “I’m going to allow it. Your objections are duly noted doctor.”

Sahel nodded and crouched down to the sitting man and placed his fingers at different points on Blackjack Steele’s face. “Don’t touch me...” The Captain screamed and tried to fight.

“My mind to your mind.” Sahel whispered his free hand grabbing the back of Blackjack Steel’s head so he couldn’t escape. “Our minds are merging, our thoughts are joining.”

Both Corbett and Steele watched as Blackjack’s body relaxed. It seemed to be working. “Yes,” he whispered.

“Our minds are one, our thoughts are one.” Sahel intoned his body stiffening.” Show me.” He hissed.

After a few minutes both Blackjack Steele and Sahel screamed and came apart. Steele collapsed and Sahel staggered back into Corbett’s arms.

“What the hell just happened?” Steele demanded of his Chief Surgeon. “Stile?”

Corbett laid Sahel on the ground and passed his scanner over him. Satisfied he turned his attention to Blackjack. “He’s in shock Jack, but I can stabilize him. I told you the meld was dangerous.”

“I knew the risks doctor.” Sahel said standing. “Captain we need to find and destroy that ship.”

“I take it what you learned is worse than I imagined.” Steele offered.

“Yes sir. The universe is a vast place and holds many fascinations. This man’s universe is not so very different than ours.” Sahel said straightening himself, his emotionless demeanor returning.

“Mr. Merrick and Mr. Gar. I think you should hear this as well.” Steele said calling his men over.”

Corbett joined them as well and waited for Sahel to tell them what he learned.

“Their universe was identical with ours until approximately 2160 when Vulcan refused to join the Earth Alliance against the Romulans. My people felt the more logical course was to stay neutral and try and broker a peace between the parties.”

“I think I’m starting to understand why he treated you like a pariah.” Corbett interrupted.

“Indeed doctor. In his universe my people never took part in the coalition and were not present at the battle of Cheron.”

“So the Romulan’s won.” Merrick said.

“Yes they did and Earth paid heavy reparations in territory and precious resources. However, just like here a neutral zone was established and the parties remain embroiled in a cold war.”

“That doesn’t explain their bad manners.” Corbett replied sarcastically.

“This might.” Sahel continued. “A pro-human group called the Son’s of Terra rose to a position of power in Earth’s government. They used brutal tactics and fear to subdue the people of your planet and quietly began an arms buildup. When the time was right they launched a campaign against Andoria first then Tellarite. Once they had secured those peoples and planets they launched against Vulcan. One hundred star ships from all 3 star systems converged on my planet and destroyed our planetary defense forces and then the planet itself. They wiped my species from existence. Reckoning they called it for the traitorous act that led to their defeat at the hands of the Romulans.”

“That would explain their technology.” Gar added. “A lot of what we use today is built on a Vulcan foundation, while theirs is more human.”

“That still doesn’t explain the hostility and the psychoses.” Steele said shaking his head.

“I think it does Jack.” Corbett responded. “Western Europe went through a similar period in the mid twentieth century. A small band of hate mongers played on a desperate people using a climate of fear and intimidation to get into power. They were brutal and psychotic and brought about World War II as well as genocide on a scale never seen before. The people in those countries weren’t evil, but they were swayed by false promises.”

“Ok enough of the history lesson,” Steele said. “I want to know what they are doing here and if there is more than one ship out there.”

“History is the key here sir. The Son’s of Terra began all of this. They renamed the United Earth the Terran Sovereignty. They waged a lightning war against everyone around them, but they still have one enemy they haven’t yet defeated.”

“The Romulans.” Corbett added.

“Yes sir. They like us have a Star Fleet that is very powerful, but not yet ready to reengage the Romulans.”

“I’m not sure I’m following you here Sahel.” Merrick said unsure of where the Vulcan was taking them.

“The Sovereignty destroyed a race called the Tholians and recovered a transdementional drive. Their leader, the Sovereign Prime, tasked the HOOD with finding universes with weaker forces they could conquer in order to exploit the resources of the conquered universes to feed their war machine.”

“So the Sovereignty’s HOOD was sent as a scout ship, a prelude to an invasion.” Merrick mused.

“Yes sir. However, what I gather from the Captains counterpart is that there are rival factions within the Sovereignty’s fleet. Captains of Flagships are like mini chieftains vying for personal power. The device was stolen by a rival to their Captain Steele. He was hoping to bring news of new worlds to conquer to the Sovereign Prime instead of Steele. That Captain came here first; however, this Tholian device he used crippled his ship’s power supply. He made it back, but just barely.”

“The CONSTELLATION.” Gar remarked.

“Yes sir.” Sahel confirmed. “Upon her return to her universe Captain Steele and the HOOD reclaimed the device and took up their original mission. The device crippled his ship as well, which was why his landing party was here trying to get replacement crystals.”

“Let me make sure I understand you.” Steele said pacing. “That other HOOD came here with a stolen transdimensional drive looking for new worlds to conquer. There was another ship and it has returned to its universe so were only dealing with the Sovereignty’s HOOD.”

“I believe I said that Captain.” Sahel answered.

“Can they do it?” Steele asked his pacing ceased. “Could they destroy our forces?”

“I believe so.” Sahel said. “From what I saw in your counterparts mind, their weaponry and shields are superior to ours. If they perfect transdimensional travel and duplicate it throughout their fleet then yes they could subjugate us.”

“Then I don’t see any alternative.” Steele said. “We need to sabotage that device in such a way that they abandon thoughts of using it again.”

“Any idea how you want to accomplish that Jack?” Corbett asked.

“We’ll have to board the ship to do it.” Steele answered.

“Why not try and hunt her down while her power is crippled.” Merrick offered. “In her current state I doubt she’s a match for the HOOD.”

“Destroying the ship might not deter them Commander.” Sahel said. “The Sovereignty’s HOOD has a scientist aboard who has been studying the transdsimensional drive working out a way to duplicate it. If that scientist is far enough along then they may have detailed schematics of the device and could build another. We must assume that the other ship, the CONSTELLATION has similar data. The logical course would be as the Captain said to sabotage it in such a way as to force them to abandon its further use.”

“You mean get them to think the technology is inherently incompatible with theirs?” Merrick asked. “I don’t see how that would work in the long run. More likely than not they would keep at it and eventually figure out how to perfect it.”

“Perhaps, perhaps not.” Sahel suggested. “Their culture does not allow for much trial and error before failures are met with decisive ... punishment. But in any case, a ruse to make them think the technology worthless is not what I meant.

Steele smirked. “That’s what I meant.”

“With respect sirs, the technology has the means of affecting the barrier between the universes. From what I deduced from that Captain Steele’s knowledge of the device, it could be made to permanently seal off this universe from theirs. At least it could in this region of the galaxy for thousands of light years around. Perhaps hundreds of thousands.”

“I’ll go Captain.” Corbett said, “Given my personality I’m sure I could blend in with their crew easily.”

“Thanks Stile.” Jack smiled. “But unless you have an MOS I don’t know about, the technical aspects would be beyond you.”

“I’ll go.” Gar said. “It’s an engineering issue anyway.”

“Then it should be me.” Merrick said. “As the former CEO and current XO I can move about the ship easier than you.”

“A nice sentiment all of you, but as Captain this falls to me. This may be a one way trip.”

“The odds of only one of you succeeding are 13,424.639 to 1. However the odds do increase significantly if more than one goes.”

“Walking computer.” Corbett muttered. “I’m going with you Jack and that’s that.”

“We are as well.” Both Merrick and Gar added.

“No this is a one way mission.” Jack said though he knew it wouldn’t matter.

“You said that already, my money’s on Gar to figure out how to transport us back aboard our own ship.”

“Thank you.” The Andorian said bowing his head.

“Alright.” Steele agreed then turned toward the Vulcan. “Mr. Sahel when the transporter is back online beam the prisoners aboard and brief the Security Chief and Lieutenant Zade. Tell her and Lt. Hemux to find a way to stay close to that ship.”

“Aye aye sir.” The Vulcan answered.

Steele gritted his teeth and said. “Here goes nothing. Good luck gentlemen.” Flipping open his communicator he took on the countenance of his counterpart. “Steele to HOOD.”

[Zade here sir.] Said a distinctly male voice.

“Mission complete, beam us up.” Steele answered though he was confused by the male voice. Perhaps things weren’t as identical as they assumed.

[So you obtained the crystals then sir?] Zade asked.

The crystals, he had forgotten about them. He would have to tell this man something.

Corbett grabbed his counterpart’s bag and opened it so the Captain could see the dilithium.

[Sir?] Zade asked after Steele hesitated in answering.

“I’m here Lieutenant,” Steele said recovering. He knew now was the time to see if he could pass as his doppelganger. “I was puzzling out whether or not to shoot you when I return for second guessing me.”

[Apologies sir, I merely inquired so I could let engineering know to expect the crystals.] Zade lied smoothly.

“We’ll discuss it later. Now energize.”


<NRPG> Just so we’ are clear. The USS HOOD team is beaming over to the TSS Ship to sabotage the transdimentional drive. The hope is for the device to explode and permanently seal any breach between universes rendering it useless and unusable to the Sovereignty. On the other hand the TSS crew will be beaming aboard the USS Hood as prisoners. Now let’s have some fun.


Respectfully Submitted Jointly,

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR ORIGINS


and


Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR ORIGINS



[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Trying to Deal

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.75

MD: 2.0845

Scene: Corridor, USS HOOD

“You’re Lowl right? Gene Lowl.” Steele said affably as he walked along the corridor surrounded by security. He paused until it was clear that Lowl wasn’t talking. “Listen to me kid half of my fleet is already in this universe so it’s a fait accompli. You heard that imposter, our weapons are better, are shields are tougher and we have a cloaking device. There’s not a chance in hell that your puny fleet of explorers can handle us. We have the strength and the numbers and we’re battle hardened. We’ve been doing this for 100 years. Its only a matter of weeks.” Another pause as he looked around at his escorts. There were 12 guards to their 4. It was unlikely they’d be able to fight their way out of this one. “I don’t know what the security chief is like on this ship but on the real HOOD he’s past it. I’ve been planning to replace him and I was going to do it with your counterpart. I need a real man to run my security. That could happen here. You’re senior officers are gone. All you need do is back me and my officers. This ship will be the first one to join the Sovereignty. Hell forget about security chief. My XO here will command this ship and he’ll need a good first officer. If you’re half the man your counterpart is I know you can be that first officer. Gene this is the time. Your time for greatness. The sovereignty is going to overrun your Federation. There is no question there. The only question is which side of history you want to be on.”

They paused as the group came to the brig. Gene looked over at the multiverse Steele. “No thanks.” He gestured to the room. “In.”

“Ok Gene. But we’re in no rush. Take your time and mull it over. You can continue through life as a security grunt or you can grasp the future and take the rewards you deserve. Jack turned around as he entered the brig and looked to all the security officers. “Any of you can have that life. All you need do is help me.”

Once the forcefield came to life Jack turned to Gar. “Alright engineer. Get me the frak out of here!”


Respectfully,

Captain Black Jack Steele

CO, TSS HOOD NCC 1703

STARFLEET: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Poker With Blackjack...

by David Kiel

SD: 2261.078

MD: MD: 2.0915

Scene: TSS HOOD, Science department

Hemux had not liked the ongoing events. Those stupid conquer-happy idiots had lead the TSS HOOD into this ridiculous universe, got into a fight and now precious equipment was destroyed and half of her pet collection was dead. Hemux had a mad, raged look in her eyes. She had always had her doubts against this mission, travelling to alternate universes was not convenient, they had not tested out the Tholian device properly and look where it got her.

Suddenly her spycams noted the Captain and his company beamed back on board. "What?..." She had not become one of the top scientists of the Sovereignty without being keen on every detail, she had not gained her place aboard one of the finest ships in the galaxy by being ignorant...

She tapped some keys and zoomed in on the group and studied them in detail, then a big smile grew on her face, this was her chance, the one opportunity she needed!

She hurried out her lab and went on to the Bridge where the Captain was going. "Captain Steele... I assume the mission was a success? Can I talk to you in private ? I have made some real important discoveries I want to discuss."

For a moment the captain hesitated "Is it important, we are in the midst of a battle here and e need to implement the crystals."

Hemux nodded "Very, Captain, I have some issues to discuss concerning the crystal and the Tholian device, I know why it malfunctioned."

"Very well then, " Steel nodded to his readyroom. As soon as they where in Hemux pulled out her phasor and aimed it to the Captain. "I suggest you sit down, Captain Steele. I do not know what type of person your science officer is, but I can assure you I have killed more then one officer to get this position and I wont hesitate to kill you."

Steele sat down careful "Put that away, it won't get you anywhere, Hemux."

Hemux barked a deep laughter "See, you're weak, your not half as tough as the real Captain Steele. Or should I say as my Captain Steele?"

Steele said nothing just looed at Hemux.

"You see, captain Steele of this universe. You look exactly as my captain Steele, for one thing: you don't have his scars, at least, not all of them. And although your imitation is good, there are minor mistakes, the way you wear your phasorbelt, how you walk. I have studied Captain Steele very well, you know, in every detail. And you are not him!"

Steele grunted "You're wrong and I will make you pay for this, but if you think so, why don't you shoot me or force em to bring your Captain back?"

ARr'Rhiana grinned "Good try, I don't want Steele back because he is a crazy, murdering lunatic. I warned him that getting here was a bad idea. He ruined years of study and work in my labs. He has set some of my experiments back to zero with this actions. And he has killed half of my favorite pets with taking on your ship!"

She sighed "Although I have to live in our universe, Captain, I still am a scientist. I liek research, I like to discover new things. If Steele succeeds in this mission, the Sovereignty will divert all our assets ad resources to the military. Research will be put to a minimum, only the science of war will grow, and I am not good in that. I will be set back to some worthless lab on Earth or a abandon colony. I am much to good for that!"

She stood up taller and looked down on Tseele with a mad look in her eyes "But if you can succeed in what you trying to do then I will be able to get back to the Sovereignty, with data from this universe, gathered with risk of my own life! They will reward me with new labs, new resources, I will be bale to do so much, Captain Steele!"

I can do what you want to do, I can help you in bringing this ship back to my universe, I can help you close the barriers between our worlds. What do you say about it ?"

Hemux narrowed her eyes and looked to Steele to see and hear his answer.


<<<NRPG>>>


You can't expect to have everything run smooth guys...


Respectfully,

David Martens

Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux

CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Scenes of Horror

by Brian V. Mansur

SD: 2261.080 MD: 2.0830

Scene: Transporter Room, TSS HOOD

Sean glanced at Gar in supressed alarm as the mirror Hemux led Steele away. But before he could say anything they were gone. Gar shrugged. They were on their own.

"Let's get to engineering see what we're dealing with," Sean said, taking the lead. They'd have to trust that Steele would be along with the crystals or their trip would be for naught.

As they walked through the corridors, Sean couldn't help but feel oppressed by the stark, utilitarian interior design. This was a warship: devoid of any warmth or pity. And the crew ... the crewmen looked on edge. A few seemed worn to the nub even.

"These people look like they are living in hell," Gar said, clearly disturbed.

"We should put them out of their misery," Sean muttered. Gar looked at him asconce. "I'm getting into character." Gar watched him for a moment.

"No. I think you're serious."

Sean didn't answer. He just winced as they passed a room that seemed to be reverberating with the excruciating screams of some poor woman. Gar looked at Sean, clearly wanting to do something.

They were five feet past the door when Sean decided he wasn't going to let it go. He put his hand on Gar to stop him. "Wait a minute," he sighed. He drew his pistol and turned back.

He opened the door to a greusome scene. A trio of crewmen, two male and one female were watching with glee as a bound woman writhed on the floor. They seemed not to notice him over the girl's cries of agony. He promptly shot the tortured woman into silence.

Shocked, the trio turned with weapons drawn. But the sight of him, their First Officer, immediately brought them to attention.

Sean glared at the lot of them and shouted, "I can't hear myself. THINK with that FRAKING NOISE!"

"Yes sir," they said in unison.

"She's stunned. Clean her up and go do something useful."

Sean was impressed at how quickly they jumped to carry out his orders. He was also dimly aware that no alarm had sounded when he had discharged his weapon. Unlike on a Federation ship, he supposed that meant people routinely shot each other on this ship. His guts twisted at the implications.

Satisfied that good had been done here, he turned around to a thoughtful looking Gar.

"I think I would have put a burn mark or two on the others," Gar said.

Sean shook his head in disgust of the whole situation. "A good idea. Next time. Come on."


NRPG: I'm back.

Respectfully Submitted,

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: First Things First

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.078

MD: MD: 2.0920

Scene: Ready-Room, TSS HOOD


<From David's post>

She sighed "Although I have to live in our universe, Captain, I still am a scientist. I liek research, I like to discover new things. If Steele succeeds in this mission, the Sovereignty will divert all our assets ad resources to the military. Research will be put to a minimum, only the science of war will grow, and I am not good in that. I will be set back to some worthless lab on Earth or a abandon colony. I am much to good for that!"

She stood up taller and looked down on Tseele with a mad look in her eyes "But if you can succeed in what you trying to do then I will be able to get back to the Sovereignty, with data from this universe, gathered with risk of my own life! They will reward me with new labs, new resources, I will be bale to do so much, Captain Steele!"

I can do what you want to do, I can help you in bringing this ship back to my universe, I can help you close the barriers between our worlds. What do you say about it ?"

Hemux narrowed her eyes and looked to Steele to see and hear his answer.


</snip>


"Why not return to my ship, stay in this universe? I can guarantee you'll have more opportunity to conduct research then you ever could in yours."

"I doubt that." Hemux replied with a sneer. "I have seen some of the information of your universe. Your high minded morality does nothing but serve to hinder your scientists. You are worse then Vulcans and I am sure you are aware of the results their morality brought them. No I will help you and return the hero. Do not try to save me Steele. I have nothing to be saved from. I find the universe in which you live disgusting."

Steele nodded in acceptance. "Do I have an allies aboard? Besides yourself."

"Perhaps."

"Thats not an answer." Jack replied clamping down on his emotions. The frustration of the situation was beginning to catch up with and he wanted to reach out and strangle the Denobulan. Maybe the inhabitants of this universe were not that removed from his own.

"Its all the answer you're going to get. So get used to it. And get to used to this. You are not my captain and I do not take orders from you."

"Thats not a good start to our mission if I can't trust you."

Hemux laughed. "You are stupider then I thought. You can't trust me captain anymore then I can trust you or anyone else on this vessel. We are all out for ourselves, that is the most important fact you need to remember. When we all have the same reward ahead of us things progress efficiently, but when outside factors come into play." She grinned evilly, "That is when things get interesting."

"Alright what is the plan?"

Hemux drew her knife. "First we have to do something about your missing scars."


<<<NRPG>>>

Just a quick one...


Respectfully,

Andy

Capt Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD, NCC 1703

STARFLEET: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Lower Decks

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.079

MD: 2.0915

Scene: Rec deck, TSS HOOD

"Hey! Gene. Over here." Gene Lowl looked up from the food replicator where he just ordered a juice and nodded at Cory Campbell. Once Lowl had sat down he leaned forward. "What have you heard?" He asked quietly.

Gene sipped his juice and looked around the room. If there were listening devices here he would have talked himself into punishment and death a dozen times over. "We were in a battle."

"No kidding." Campbell said rolling his eyes and keeping a clamp on his nervousness. "The whole frakkin ship knows we were in a battle. What with all the bouncing around, the smell of burning flesh and the sections that are being held together with forcefields and gum. What happened?" What he really wanted to ask but couldn't bring himself to was 'who attacked us?' and 'Did we win?'

Campbell had served with Steele for a long time. In all that time they had never lost a battle. There had been times when things had been dicey but BlackJack Steele had always pulled them through. Maybe he had this time once again but if he had where was the triumphant speech? Steele always addressed the crew and regaled them with the details of the battle. On special occasions he marched enemy officers through the ship. He would leave them chained on the rec deck or allow a crewman who had distinguished himself to control the agonizer on the enemy captain. It was one of the reasons why the rank and file of the lower decks were so loyal to their captain. But this time the battle was only met with silence. He leaned even closer to Lowl. "C'mon Gene, you're security you guys always know the score. They never tell us anything."

"Captain wasn't on the ship when we were attacked.."

"Attacked! Who the frak would attack a Starfleet ship, especially this one?"

"Are you going to let me finish?" Gene asked tersely. He waited for Campbell to nod before he continued. "Most of the senior officers were down below. The NAV was in command."

"The Trill! What the frak was he doing in command?"

"Cause thats who Steele left in command." Gene answered in exasperation.

"Who attacked us?"

It took Gene several seconds before he was able to answer. "Another starship, according to the chief it was another HOOD."

"Another HOOD, how can that be true?"

"You remember how everyone got all dizzy and the ship seemed to go upside down for a few seconds?" Campbell nodded. "It was cause of that device. It was able to but us through some sort of interdimensional jump."

"Jump to where?"

"Another universe, a parallel universe. I guess its mostly the same but different too. Captain Steele's mission is to perfect the transit and establish a beachhead in this universe."

"We have to fight ourselves?"

Gene nodded. "Ourselves from another universe. But here's the good part, they're weak. They live in a Federation based around peaceful coexistence and cooperation." He chuckled at the thought. "Its going to be a cake walk."

It hasn't been so far. Campbell thought to himself.


Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

STARFLEET: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Lower Decks Part II

by David Kiel

SD: 2261.079

MD: 2.0915

Cedria slid her chair over to where the others were talking. "The nacelle is a total loss, its full out vacuum breach and even so they can't stop some of the plasma fires."

The two humans looked at her suspiciously, she was a Trill after all, just like the NAV they had just been discussing. Lowl considered her for a moment, and then smirked, the Trill NAV was a dead man walking. It didn't matter what she said to anybody. "Steele will have the NAVs head for that."

Cedria looked around. "It should have happened by now. It should be right here in the commissary as a lesson of what failure gets you."

Campbell looked around too. "She's right. It should have been done by now."

"Perhaps the Captain is too worried to take care of things. Perhaps the ships of this universe are stronger than we thought?"

Lowl spat at the notion and scowled. "These gutless cretins are no match for Hood. If the Captains letting Zade spin in the breeze he has his reasons."

The three were silent for a few moments. Campbell nodding at the other mans words. Cedria let them think a moment and then spoke. "Maybe the Captain wants to see who will step up? An ambitious man would step in and create his own opportunity out of Zade's failure."

Their eyes lit up at the notion, Lowl actually grinned as he contemplated the possibilities. Everyone on the bridge would have to be extra vigilant, it made for a sharp duty team. Nothing like the fear of savage violence to prepare yourself for battle.

Cedria stood, saying loud enough for some of the other tables to hear as well. "Yep. I'd say the Captain would definitely notice the person who took care of this little problem for him." She walked out of the commissary as the murmuring began in earnest. She had more junctions to compromise on her way to control of the shield matrices. Setting the ball rolling downhill towards Zade was just a little icing on the cake.

Respectfully submitted;

David Kiel

Lt Cedria Zade,

NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: On the Verge...

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.080

MD: 2.0945


Scene: Bridge, TSS HOOD

Captain Jack Steele sat in the command chair of TSS HOOD projecting an appearance of utter distain for his bridge crew. He had spent the past ten minutes sipping at his coffee, which was much better on this HOOD, and reviewing the damage reports of the recent battle. It was not as extensive as he would have hoped but it was still enough that his HOOD should have little problem dealing with its twin. But if he and the rest of the landing party couldn't deal with TSS HOOD on their own then that battle would have to be soon. Fully repaired TSS HOOD would be more than a match for his ship. She was a warship, a predator pure and simple. With only token science and exploration based departments and systems this ship's massive power was channelled to offensive and defensive systems. Half of them he could make educated guesses as to their function and power and he hoped Merrick and Gar would be able to get a good look at them. He had no doubt that they could be developed for his own Starfleet.

Turning his attention back to the bridge crew he decided he could no longer sit here idle any longer. The tension had been ramping up as each minute passed and it was getting close to the point of explosion. Not knowing how this universe's bridge crew would react he reasoned it was best to make his move before someone else decided they would move first. The fact that this was such a serious consideration was horrifying. The problem was he had no real idea as to what his move was going to be. Initially when he entered the bridge it had been first for appearances sake. Next he had wanted to get a solid grasp of ship damage and systems and finally the longer he sat here the longer he bought time for the other three. He hoped.

Deciding it was now or never he took the PADD and tossed uncaringly to the floor and watched as everyone jumped at the sudden noise. Rising from his seat he clasped his hands behind his back and took a slow stroll around the bridge's upper deck. When he had completed one full revolution he stepped down to the command deck and Lieutenant Zade. He leaned in close and spoke to the Trill quietly. "Is there is any reason I shouldn't kill you here and now for your incompetence?"

Zade blinked. He had been ready for one of Steele's harangue, the captain like the drama almost as much as he liked an audience. "Because you need me." Zade finally answered quietly.

"I see." Jack said more loudly. "As I had thought. Just who is this traitor to the Sovereignty."

There were gasps around the bridge as Zade spoke the TSS HOOD officer's name.

Jack nodded as if he had already knew the answer. He felt like vomiting as he issued the next order. "Deal with it."

Zade smiled evilly "Yes sir!"

"Very well. I will be in my quarters." He looked pointedly at the Comm Officer. "I am not to be disturbed. Is that understood?"

The young ensign nodded.


<<<NRPG>>>

Just a quick one...

I wonder who Zade will be taking care of?  ;-)


Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

STARFLEET: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Murder Most Made to Order

by David Kiel

SD 2261.083

All the luck in the universe had piled itself in a vortex of fortune that shone for a few moments on the navigators station on the TSS Hood. There was no way he should have had a chance, the Captain should have shot him on sight. But he hadn't, to everyone's surprise he had purposely given Zade an out.

The choice had been easy. Jake LeTamm, the security officer. The only officer other than the four who had gone planetside with any claim to the con of the Hood. LeTamm was a bit of a puffed up opportunist who had a somewhat inflated image of himself. He was good with weapons, but not great; and he had little in the way of subtlety. He was formidable in a heads up fight but it wasn't going to come to that.

Zade was part of the Tenaran Order, the order of the Ice Cliffs, the oldest order of assassins on Trill. Add that to the Zade symbionts knowledge of poisons gleaned from his lifetimes in Parliament, and he was more than prepared with how to deal with a better physical combatant. He was almost smiling as he walked down to where LeTamm's command center.

The Security chief had been the only real choice. He had been negligent with security of the torpedo tubes at the very moment that had cost them half their warp capacity. As for the others, the SCI was entirely obsessed with science of all things, and her little zoo. She was almost an ideal officer to have on board, she wasn't a threat. The COMM officer was new, he hadn't had time to find his place in the hierarchy yet. And the other three, the three that went to the planet with Steele. Zade wouldn't have gotten a chance at them, the Captain wouldn't have permitted it. It was only a suspicion, but Arctura could read body language as well as anyone in the order. Captain Steele was different, he was restrained and tense.

Blackjack Steele was incapable of either.

Something had happened planetside, for Arctura it was the golden opportunity. Kill the SEC, discredit the others and return triumphant. He strode through deck eight and into Security Control.

  • * * * *

Cedria Quall closed the access panel and smirked as LeTamm staggered out of his command center. She had saved the panel next to security central for one of the last and she was glad she had. Arctura had swept passed just a few moments before with his normal glare of self-involved treachery.

Normally she would give the SEC the antidote, she carried a pair of vials at all times. She had uses for people who owed her their lives. But the power vacuum Zade was creating in security would turn the ship into a powder keg as 215 security officers divided into armed camps vying for succession. The Captain had clearly gone insane if he had given Zade the permission for this.

Cedria repressed a gleeful smile as the SEC's spleen exploded rupturing his abdomen from inside—it was a quick and deliriously painful Trill poison. Jellied intestines dripped to the floor as the man toppled and died.

Cedria locked the panel and headed for the last of the junctions. She probably had enough of them already but there were always time for more. The next time Hood took on her double its shield matrix would suffer a catastrophic and fiery failure. All she had to do was figure out a way back to her own universe when it was done.

Respectfully submitted;

David Kiel

Lt Cedria Zade,

NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: On the Verge...

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.081

MD: 2.0945

Scene: RecDeck, TSS HOOD


Corey Campbell stared at the bulkhead in silence as he went over his options. He was a marked man and he had to get off the ship. It was in no way a new thought to him. His next punishment would likely spell his death, or worse, a dishonourable discharge. He sighed at the knowledge that of the two choices he vastly preferred death over discharge but death would be so much quicker. Painful and sadistic he was sure, but it would be over. Discharge meant he would be dropped off at the first habitable planet they came across. He would be left with no possessions, no credits, no way to contact a family who out of both necessity and desire would wish no knowledge of him. He would be left to scrounge for whatever he needed to survive on a world that would have no use for him and a society who saw him as a parasite trying to steal its meagre resources. Eventually he would be swept up in the local criminal organization and be tasked with the most vile things imaginable until he died from the lifestyle or was killed out of hand.

It had all gone wrong his first shift aboard. He had believed the recruitment posters, believed that he had chosen a better life. He would serve the Sovereignty not be a burden on it. He would vanquish enemies and discover new worlds. His problem stemmed from the fact that unlike most recruits he had a brain. But as smart as he was he wasn't smart enough to know when to keep his mouth shut. So when he noticed a power system could be easily made more efficient and mentioned it to the officer on duty he had made Chief Barrows, the NCO who was his direct superior look incompetent for having not noticed it. From then on Barrows nailed him for every infraction, real or imagined, that he could find. Campbell had become his whipping boy both figuratively and literally. The scut work, the agonizer sessions, the beatings had become more and more frequent and Barrows had documented it all in his personnel file. Campbell had been marked as a screw up who, with judicious use of punishment had not sought to change his ways. He was a detriment to the service and should he not mend his ways it was, in Chief Barrows considered opinion, best to discharge him immediately.

He would rather die.

From what little he had heard from Gene this parallel universe sounded like Utopia. To be an explorer, to be part of a team. That is how the universe should be. He decided then and there that either way he would not be returning to his own universe. He would escape and seek asylum or die trying. With nothing to lose and everything to gain he found that for the first time in years he was highly motivated. But how could he do it? He'd never get past the security checkpoints to reach the shuttle bay or the transporter room and even if he did it was likely there would be a variety of security lock outs he did not have passwords for. That left one of the escape pods or even an escape suit. Chances were he'd fall victim to the ship's main phasers but it was a risk he'd have to take. That other HOOD was out there somewhere. They would pick him up wouldn't they?

Suddenly Gene came racing back into the room and made his way over to Cory. The excitement and tension of the man was obvious. "Can I trust you Campbell?" He blurted out.

"Of course you can." Campbell replied confused.

"I mean really trust you?" He leaned forward. "Life and death stuff." Campbell nodded."Zade is going to make a move on my boss."

"What! Why?" He leaned forward concerned for his friend. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. With him dead I move up to section chief, but the new SEC hates my guts." To Lowl it seemed a foregone conclusion that the assassination would be successful. "So she might take me out as well. I think that I might make a move on her first."

"You want to be security chief?" Campbell asked shocked at his friends naked ambition.

"Hell no, but I could make XO." He grinned at the idea.

"Why are you telling me?" Campbell asked.

"I need your help." He said plainly.

"My help? I'm just a low level tech. With no connections, and no power."

"Look Cory I know the hole you're in and I know it's not your fault. But you are a smart guy, you've got an education and I know you can help me. Will you? I have to move fast."

"Ok but I need two things. First Chief Barrows needs to get caught in the cross fire."

Gene grinned. "I figured that one out. Consider it done. What else."

"I'll need your security codes to access the computer and override some lockouts."

To Campbell's surprise Gene didn't even have to think about it. "Done."

He might just make it out alive after all.


Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703

STARFLEET: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Respectability Has A Price

by Steve Apple

SD: 2261.087

MD: 2.1100


Scene: TSS HOOD, Corridor G-Deck

Corbett knew the plan well. The Captain would go to the bridge and both Merrick and Gar would head to Engineering. His job was to recon the ship and let them know exactly who they were up against. As Chief Surgeon he would have access to the entire crew’s medical and psychological files. He would have to find weaknesses they could exploit if they were to succeed with their mission and escape.

The turbolift let him out at an almost deserted corridor. Adjusting his hat he affected his best swagger and leisurely strolled toward sickbay. The layout of the ship might be the same he thought, but the amenities were certainly stark, the lighting dim and the coloring grey.

“Stop where you are.” A female voice he almost recognized whispered in his ear as a phaser barrel was shoved into the small of his back.

“If you could move that thing up just a bit I’d be much obliged, I’ve got a hell of an itch I can’t seem to reach.” He answered.

“All you have to do is get rid of that green wench and I’ll scratch any itch you want.”

Turning he was kissed very deeply. “I do like the way you detain a man.” He said after they broke. He recognized her as Ensign Flores. “Natalie you know I only have eyes for you.”

“Uh huh right,” she said smiling. “You’re lucky I’ve been trailing you since the transporter room. If the security chief’s men had caught you unprotected, well you know the results.”

“I take it I’m not his favorite person?” Corbett asked coyly.

“If he could, he’d burn you down as soon as look at you, but then again you know that.”

“Yes well how about telling me something I don’t know?”

“I’ve got to hurry, but I think it important you know that the trill, the junior one, that is on the opposite schedule as me has been seen around areas of the ship that suddenly stop working.”

“A saboteur,” Corbett said pushing his hat to the back of his head. “As Navigator does she have that kind of access?”

He knew that was the wrong question to ask as soon as it was out of his mouth and he saw her face.

“Did you get hit in the head when you were down at the planet? Of course she doesn’t, which is why I’ve had people quietly keeping tabs on her.”

Thinking quickly he said. “That’s why I love you Natalie, because even when I’m brain damaged you watch my back.”

“And how many more of your operatives are keeping tabs on me.” She asked then kissed him again and said. “Never mind, I’ll have people watch you until you get to sickbay, but mijo you best not wander without protection.”

“How do you know I am without protection?” He said looking beyond her and motioning with his chin. “There could be three weapons trained on you right now and the only reason you’re not a pile of ashes is because they know you are loyal to me.”

Ensign Flores took an instinctual look around. “I should have known you wouldn’t leave yourself vulnerable.”

“At least I know you care.” He said kissing her one last time and heading back to sickbay whistling a Texas Rose.


~Sickbay~

“Well it’s about damn time Cowboy.”

“Ah Mother, how soothing it is to once again hear your melodic voice.”

“Save it for one of your younger operatives.” She said, but added a smile to let him know she was relieved he was safe. “I have requisition forms for you to sign. Unfortunately it’s going to cost you about 40,000 credits.”

“Excuse me did you say 40,000?”

“I know it’s steep, but when we get back we’ll need to replenish the supplies we used to treat the injured from that explosion in engineering earlier. I don’t know of anyone else that would put out of pocket like you do.”

Pushing his Cowboy hat to the back of his head he approved the requisition and funds transfer. What the hell kind of a place was this that didn’t have enough supplies to care for its injured. The fact that his other self was willing to part with personal income to treat the sick and injured made him go up a notch in Corbett’s estimation.

“I’ll be in my office if I’m needed.” He said as he strolled out.


~CMO’s Office~

The door to his office had a dual scan lock. Placing his hand on the plate he waited while it analyzed his digits and the retinal device scanned his eye. After a moment he heard an audible click and the door slid open.

The office his counterpart had was a bit different than his aboard the USS Hood. It was larger, almost twice the size in fact and had a sleeping area. At least it had the trappings of Texas within. It seemed they weren’t all that dissimilar in tastes, well so far as women and décor were concerned.

“Please be here, please, please…” He said to himself as he opened the trunk that sat in the corner of the room. “Thank the lord. You are like me.” He said out loud as he grabbed the neck of a tequila bottle and popped open the lid of the humidor to retrieve a candela.

A minute later he sat with his feet propped up on the corner of the desk taking a sip of tequila while smoke from his cigar curled toward the ceiling.

It took him at least two hours to go through the medical and associated files of personnel that manned key areas of this ship. He noted that about 90% of the crew was the same with the exception that there weren’t any Vulcan crew and there was the addition of a few Nausicaan ones.

The chime to his office door went off bringing him back to the reality of where he was. Pulling his colt out of his boot he pointed it at the door and said. “Enter.”

The door slid aside and a beautiful green skinned Orion glided in. Her two piece gold skirted uniform accentuated her curves in a way that his Starfleet’s uniforms never could.

“Alia,” He said taken aback.

“You seem surprised to see me.” She said sliding into his lap.

He kissed her deeply; he had thought she died on Arcturus when the slave ship had crashed. But here she was sitting in his lap warm and willing. “It’s a new pleasure each time.”

Lifting her he brought her over to the bed on the other side of the room and not for the first time that day had to give his counterpart credit for forward thinking.


~Captains Quarters~

Corbett entered the cabin and immediately sat down in front of the desk in the Captain’s work area and put the Tequila bottle on the desktop.

“Stile you look pale as ghost. What the hell did you learn?” Steele asked concern evident on his face.

“That I’m married.” He said taking a small swig from the bottle.


<NRPG> Just having some fun and moving the mission forward, I hope. Dave I brought you out as being the saboteur so we may somehow contact you as an ally.


Respectfully Submitted


Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Discovery in the Shuttlebay

by David Kiel

SD 2161.088

scene: Engineering, TSS Hood

The ship was a coiled and tense little monster.

Security had brought everything to a head, the repairs that were needed were significant. They had a useless nacelle clinging together by burnt out power conduits and would most likely have to figure out how to jury rig a warp field with just one. Technical teams were working overtime scurrying to all corners of the ship, and security teams were too busy eyeing each other to keep watch over anyone else.

Cedria had finished hew work with the shield matrixes. She could now short out or overload the entire system from any console on the ship. Her work would be discovered by the next level 3 or higher maintenance sweep but since those were done in dock she wasn't terribly worried.

All she had to do was find a way out. Her ideal plan was to have Hood die against the Constellation but that opportunity didn't materialize. Still one capitol ship's death was one closer to victory, and if she had to skulk about this universe until she could remake the Tholian device she could do that.

But she did not intend to wait around shipboard when the shields suddenly and conduit-shatteringly went all sparkly on the sadistic Captain Blackweasel. She was rewiring the pilots console on one of the reserve shuttles, bypassing things like remote shutdown and security protocols. She would steal the shuttle and hopefully be at warp before the other Hood had time to pound the Sovereignty's second biggest ship into the afterlife.

She extricated herself and looked over the controls, powering up the display to check her work. A few taps and a cycle of the command parameters and she was—c-click—

Cedria's eyes narrowed and she got very still as the phaser at the back of her head whined to life.

"And what might you be up to?" She recognized the voice. The engineer, named after a terran fish. Pike, was it? Salmon?

The voice of the XO sounded from the shuttle entrance in a sharp but hushed whisper. "Find her, Gar?"

"Yeah, she's been tampering with the shuttle controls."

She heard the sound of a communicator from the XO. "We found Zade, Captain. I mean Quall."

She moved suddenly, lithe body twisting, the base of her hand hitting the butt of the phaser making it clatter to the deck. One of her knives flipping to her other palm, her blade lashing at fish-man's throat,-- and stopping just short of his skin. The metallic purple sheen of the poison on her blade reflecting the shuttles overhead lights in an oily rainbow of colors.

She looked up at Lieutenant Gar and over at the XO who was now pointing a weapon at her from the hatchway. "What did you mean, Zade?"


NRPG: Tag for either Brian or Scott, whoever gets to it first; or technically Andrew if he wants to play a voice on a communicator. Marching me through the ship to see the Captain might blow my cover after all. Then Cedria will have to fight her way back to the shuttlebay and kill everyone in her path. That would take me a couple posts, way too much work.


Respectfully submitted;


David Kiel

Lt Cedria Zade,

NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

USS HOOD: Dark Diversion...

by David Martens

SD: 2161.089

Scene: TSS HOOD, Science department


  • How stupid and ignorant* Hemux thought as she leaned back in her chair looking

at a console showing one of her spycams. ARr'Rhiana sighed as she sat up straight and reached out with her hand to grab a handful of bugs from a jar and stuff them in her mouth, chewing on one of her favourite snacks.

She checked her chronometer and smiled, by this time everything should be about ready, at least she hoped that Captain, not so black, Jack Steel had his goonies drilled as good as her Captain Blackjack had his. By now things should be ready.

She looked one last time to the viewscreen where Zade was facing a phasor. For a moment she hesitated, maybe better to wait until Gar had killed her? But Hemux shrugged her shoulders, if she was smart then Cedria Zade would grab the opportunity and then Hemux could use the footage from her cams to get her loyalty, if Zade wasn't that smart, well then she would be dead and everyone would blame the dead Trill for the events to come. In both ways, it would be good for Hemux.

With a big smile she flipped a switch, turning all lights down in the ship... This would be the diversion Zade and Steel needed, she hoped they both where ready to take their chances.


<<<NRPG>>>


A short one, but take it or leave it, guys...


Respectfully,

David Martens

Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: What Does Comprimised Actually Mean?

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.090

MD: 2.1100

Scene: Captain’s Quarters, TSS HOOD


<old>


~Captains Quarters~

Corbett entered the cabin and immediately sat down in front of the desk in the Captain’s work area and put the Tequila bottle on the desktop.

“Stile you look pale as ghost. What the hell did you learn?” Steele asked concern evident on his face.

“That I’m married.” He said taking a small swig from the bottle


<new>


“Too who?” Jack asked knowing that given their situation the information could wait. But wanting to know just the same. Stile took another swig before filling Jack in on what he had found out. “We we certainly seem to indulge our desires over here.”

“Do we now?” Stile said, perking up at the implication. “And just what desires did our stalwart captain indulge in?” He passed the bottle over, but Jack shook his head, now really wasn’t the time. “And more importantly,” the doctor continued, “with whom?’

Jack looked decidedly embarrassed at the question and was thankful the computer beeped giving him a few seconds of reprieve while he changed chips. “When I walked in my cabin I found, uh, well Lieutenant Steering was in, um. Well lets say she was in a compromising position.”

“Really?” The doctor drawled. “And did you help compromise her further?”

“No! Of course not! I mean, I’m not stupid I have to play the part but c’mon, she’s my HELM officer.”

“Not in this universe. Well you know what I mean.” Stile clarified.

The computer beeped again and Jack pulled out the last chip. “I’ve recorded as much information from the computer banks as I dared. I’ve tried to cover all the major topics. The historians and sociologists will have a field day, not to mention the engineers.” Jack explained happy to get the topic back to the mission at hand. “But I think we’ve hid here as long as is reasonably safe. I’ve set a few things in motion to help provide a distraction for us but I think I might actually have lit the fuse to a powder keg. Either way we need to move.”

As if on cue his communicator beeped.


<<<NRPG>>>

Just a short one to get me caught up.


Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

STARFLEET: ORIGINS

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