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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Take Us In

by Andy Catterick

MD: 2.1000

Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD

“Captain we’re entering the system.”

“Secure from warp and bring us to a full stop.”

“Aye sir.” Their was a brief pause as HOOD shed the warp field and bled off her speed. “Answering all stop.”

USS HOOD hung at the very edge of the system with her bow pointing inward. All sensors were at full as they swept inward looking to find any information that might give them an edge or an answer. Jack rose from his command chair and circled the bridge slowly waiting for the results. The entire bridge crew were intent on their stations as each sought to discover anything that might be a threat to their ship. The only noise was the wurring of Lieutenant Hemux’s scanner. Finally the Denobulan looked up and faced the captain.

“Report.” Steele ordered needlessly more out of a need to do something then on the chance the science officer would have waited to be asked.

Hemux had made a complete scan of the system but could tell from the look on the captain’s face that he wasn’t interested in any of the stellar phenomenon or the dozens of other discoveries that had peaked her scientific curiosity. That would have to wait until the mission was completed she realized with a mental sigh. “I have located USS RUTLEDGE. She is currently in orbit of the third satellite of the fifth planet.”

“Any sign of the FESARIUS or any First Federation marker buoys?”

“None appear to be evident.”

Jack sat back down in his chair.

“Hail the RUTLEDGE.”

After a brief pause Yoshi looked up from his console. “No reply captain.”

“Keep trying.” Jack replied as he turned his attention back to Hemux. “Lieutenant?”

The science officer briefly re-consulted her scanner. “All emissions are within normal parameters. Lifesigns present and match the posted numbers for that class of vessel.”

“Could be comm problems.” Sean said, not really believing it.

“That would be way too easy. And they can see us if we can see them. This long with out voice contact they should be flashing their running lights or using any number of methods to get our attention.”

“So they don’t know we’re here.”

“Or they don’t want to be seen.”

“Or they can’t respond.”

Finally Jack looked back at Sean. “Take us in.”

“Helm all ahead ½ impulse power.” Sean ordered. “Yellow alert.”

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

STARFLEET: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Mutiny Afoot

by Andy Catterick

MD: 2260.305

Scene: Science Lab 1, USS HOOD

“Ok, what’ve you got.” The captain asked without preamble as he strode into Science Lab One.

Hemux who had been intently staring at her monitor almost jumped out of her skin at Steele’s sudden arrival. “I think I have made a breakthrough captain.” She said as her customary smile broke across her face.

“Explain.”

“I ran several scans of the two shuttle pilots and found some very strange readings. They were very weak and if I hadn’t been looking for something out of the ordinary I probably wouldn’t have noticed. That being said the only reason they really jumped out at me was because I had reviewed the information you had forwarded from Admiral Carstairs.” Hemux rose from her seat and pointed at the wall monitor which to Steele at least looked like a random jumble of multicoloured lines. “In fact if you look at the Y7 reading on Subject One here you’ll see that..”

“Lieutenant I’m sorry I’m sure it is very interesting and I am just as sure I won’t have the first notion as to what you are talking about. We’re running out of time.”

“Yes sir, sorry sir.” She frowned. Jack had never seen her frown before and he knew he’d have to come back and apologize. “Here you go.” She handed him a tricorder.

“Whats this?” He asked as he looked down at the tricorder wondering if he was supposed to understand what it was doing.

“I’ve modified this device to emit a signal that should dampen the electro-magnetic signals that were affecting the pilots and by extension those on the planet.”

“For how long?”

“As long as the power supply lasts.”

“What kind of range?”

“At least a few meters, perhaps as many as a dozen. It will depend on the strength of the aliens.”

Steele stared at the tricorder for a few seconds and then looked back up at Hemux. “Let me get this straight. In less then an hour you developed this device where Hutchinson, who has been working on for several years could not.”

“I had the advantage of having his work to build on as well as having some live test subjects. Additionally I think it is evident from Dr. Hutchinson’s work he was trying to contain these aliens, or some sort of energy creature like them. I was intent on blocking them out. It was much simpler especially with the HOOD’s computer power. And as you said, we don’t have a lot of time. Or options.”

“Is it going to work?” Steele asked.

“Yes.” The science officer replied with a calm certainty.

Two minutes later Steele materialized at the entrance of the pyramid almost getting knocked down by a running DeSimms and Corbett.

“Status report.” Steele ordered.

“We have to get the ship sir. Immediately.” DeSimms said with a blank stare.

“Yes sar, there is no time to explain. We must have the ship lower the shields and beam us up.”

“Where are Commander Merrick and the rest of the team?”

“I relieved Commander Merrick after he sided with the life forms in the pyramid.”

“You relieved him?” Steele asked as he opened up the tricorder. “Lieutenant you don’t have the authority to do that. Starfleet regs leave that to myself and the doctor.”

“He appeared to be under the influence of the life force.” Stile confirmed. “We should get to the ship quickly captain. They are coming and you are not strong enough to withstand them. They will consume you.”

“I see.”

“We should go to the ship now captain. Order them to drop shields and beam us up.”

“Very well.” Steele said as he powered up the tricorder. For a second nothing happened and Jack thought all was lost. But then both Stile and DeSimms went rigid and let out a blood curdling scream. They dropped to the ground and Jack watched in horrified fascination as yellow vapour emerged from their mouths, it paused for a second until he turned the power up on the tricorder and then sped back into the pyramid.

“Where are we?” Stile said as he struggled to his feet.

“And what happened?” DeSimms added.

“From what I gather you mutinied and abandoned your comrades in the face of danger.”

“We did what?” DeSimms demanded.

“Can’t say I remember doing that Sar.” Corbett agreed.

“Whats the last thing you do remember?”

“We were all in the antechamber and Commander Merrick was trying to make contact with the aliens.”

“You saw the aliens?”

“They are using the dead archeologists as hosts.”

“Like they did with us.” DeSimms growled.

“Not to sound like I’m complaining but having been under the influence as it were why am I not dead like the misfortunate archeologists? And just to press my luck how did you drive out the evil spirits?”

“You can thank Lieutenant Hemux for the cure.” Jack said as he raised the tricorder. “He created a dampening field. As for the other answers.” He gestured to the pyramid. “They’re in there with our comrades. Let’s go.”

“Sar, if you like I could carry that nifty device for you.” Stile drawled.

<<<NRPG>>>

Dan/Steve: It would have been fun writing a post arresting you both for mutiny…but this was easier. And I look forward to your characters explaining it all to a pissed Sean and Gar. I imagine it will start off with…”You see it was like this, there were these aliens…” <G>

And once again great work all! I believe October has been our best month. I hope you are enjoying the story as much as I am!

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Waking Up to a Bad Nightmare

by Brian V. Mansur

SD: 2260.305

MD: 5.1640

Scene: Pyramid Object, Valorum IV

"Ugh," Merrick said as he roused himself from the cold floor. "I have the worst headache." Then he looked up and was pretty sure he was about to die.

Half of the landing party was flat on the ground unconscious or worse. The other half ...

Not five feet from him, Gar was using a K-bar sized knife to dissect the twitching body of one of the security team redshirts. At first he wasn't sure what for. Then the andorian started stuffing handfuls of human meat into his mouth. Beyond him, a few other presumably "inhabited" crewmen were feasting in like fashion on their fellows.

Like a frightened kid, Merrick scrambled back to the nearest wall and took in the horror of this "dining hall." There were scores of half-consumed corpses strewn everywhere. It looked like half of the archeology team had been served up in there.

He couldn't see Corbett and DeSimms.

Then Merrick realized that he was completely unarmed, without a communicator, and that there was, in fact, no obvious exit to the room.

"Oh dear God," he gasped.

Slowly, Gar looked back at him. He uttered through a mouthful of somebody's innards, "Don't expect God to help you now." And then Gar jack-knifed his blade straight into the Merrick's thigh.

NPRG: Your punishment for your sins Scott is ... demon possession and cannibalism. Unfortunately, Merrick is next on the menu. So you tell me? Nightmare or Star Trek hell? Presumably, Merrick is the only one unpossessed because of the drug. Why he woke up so quickly from it ... we'll presume a failed attempt at possession jump started him. That's my third confirmed redshirt by the way.

Respectfully Submitted,

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Mother's Trust"

by Steve Apple

SD: 2260.307

MD 5.1620

Scene: Sickbay, CMO’s Office

<<Snip from Lena’s Post: Mother’s Orders>>

Kiska softly sighed; she hoped the away team was all right. She shook herself realizing she was wasting time just standing there. They would all be told in due time. She decided she better get busy and finish performing her duties. She was just about to head back to the decontamination chambers when suddenly Lt. Dawson called her to the doctor's office.

Kiska left the med-cart to the side and headed into the office where both Lt. Dawson and Lt. Commander Grey where waiting for her. It appeared she was about to find out what was going on down on the surface with the away team after all.

<<End Snip>>

Lt. Commander Grey sat behind the CMO’s desk looking into the vid-screen when she heard her newest nurse enter the office. Looking up she gestured for Kiska to take a seat.

“Is the decon chamber set up and ready Lieutenant.” Grey asked in a very businesslike manner.”

“Ye yes ma’am” She stammered. Something was going on and Kiska wanted to know what, but was afraid to ask the head nurse. It wasn’t her place to demand answers.

“That’s good.” Grey said nodding. “Now I want you to coordinate with both the Science and Engineering departments to set up an EMP field down there that is capable of dampening any electro-magnetic signals the landing party may be giving out.

“Ma’am? Kiska asked.

“I don’t believe I stammered Lieutenant.” Grey said her eyes piercing into the young woman.

“No ma’am.” Kiska said a bit taken aback by Mother’s harsh attitude. “It’s just that…” She started then paused. “Ma’am a concentrated burst of an EMP at that short distance could affect the electro-magnetic field of the human body. It could result in brain damage and cardiac failure.”

Mother coolly appraised her nurse and opened her mouth in what seemed like a reprimand “Very good Saxman, I like it when my nurses think and don’t just follow orders blindly.” She said

Mother paused in thought for a moment; she needed to tell her nurse what was really going on. If the young woman was going to make this work she would need to understand what she was dealing with. She knew she couldn’t leave it up to Lt. Hemux, the Denobulan was closed mouthed and probably wouldn’t tell her nurse much. Saxman was new and untried, but she needed to start building trust with her at some point and now was as good a time as any

“Lieutenant what I’m about to tell you is privileged information, not for the entire crew, is that clear.”

“Yes ma’am.” Kiska said crisply her excitement almost overwhelming her.

“About an hour ago the Captain beamed down to the surface of the planet with a tricorder that was programmed to give a short EMP blast at close range.” Mother said. “It seems the Cowboy and the Cop got themselves taken over by an alien life form and our Chief Science officer deduced that this was the best way to get them back. The result was that the alien entities fled and our people are back to normal. Well in the case of the Cowboy at least back to himself.”

Kiska couldn’t help but chuckle, then realizing she had she immediately stopped and stood up straighter.

Mother ignored the chuckle and continued. “We need to replicate that in the decon chamber; however, you bring up a very valid point about the harmful effects of an EMP blast at that range. We don’t know if those 2 just got lucky and a second blast might injure, or even kill them. Also I’m not sure what it will do to an Andorian. Why don’t you run a check through the medical database for any information on the subject and then transfer it to Lt. Hemux. The 2 of you will need to create a work around if you find anything deleterious.”

“Yes ma’am.” Kiska said trying to hide her excitement.

Mother gave a slight smile and then turned back to the vid-screen. “Dismissed.”

Kiska turned and left the office smiling from ear to ear.

<<NRPG>>

OK Lena, Mother has put her trust in you, she’s tough, but loveable.

Respectfully Submitted,

(NPC) Lieutenant Commander Rachael Grey, RN, MSN

Chief Nurse, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

apb

Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: We Need a Plan

by Andrew Catterick

SD: 2260.311

MD: 5.1700

Scene: Pyramid

Gene lay on the cold stone floor face down and contemplated his imminent death. He had overcome his fears and even overcome the dreaded Red Shirt Curse, or at least he had thought he had. But then the mission slid even further into disaster as the First Officer had ordered them to follow the dead archeologists deeper into the pyramid. Gene had trusted that the FO knew what he was doing. He had prayed he had known anyways. He was an officer after all and weren’t they supposed to be smarter then everyone else? But then they had come to this room and it looked like maybe the FO had made a small mistake. At least the doctor and DeSimms had obviously thought as they had made a run for it. Leaving me behind, Gene reminded himself for at least the 100th time. At that point things became fuzzy. One moment he had been standing torn between his desire to run for it and his duty to remain and the next he was lying on the floor unable to move any muscle in his body. It appeared that Merrick was in the same situation as he was and both stared at each other, neither being able to move or even speak.

He wondered if it would be painful. He hoped it would be quick. He wished that he could have faced it on his feet, had a chance to fight back.

Suddenly he saw a reason for hope. Commander Gar sat up. He watched as the Andoriann slowly looked around the room as if to take in his surroundings. Slowly but steadily the engineer rose to his feet and then turned to look down at Merrick and Gene.

C’mon, Gene thought, C’Mon get us out of here. He watched as Gar bent down to pick up a knife. Were they tied up he wondered. He could see anything on Merrick and he didn’t feel any bindings on himself. What was Gar doing with the knife. The answer came quickly as he suddenly plunged it into Merrick’s leg. He could immediately see the pain in the first officer’s eyes along with the realization that this was how it was going to end. Killed by the aliens using Gar as their tool.

"But why?"

[They are trying to escape.] A voice suddenly said. But it wasn’t something he heard Gene quickly realized.

[I have taken possession of your body. Just as your companions no longer have control of themselves.]

"Why are you doing this?" Gene demanded.

[They are trying to escape. They need you to transport them to your craft. As long as one or two get aboard they will be able to take your ship and free the rest.]

"Who are you?"

[We used to be called the Bretlin. Thousands of years ago our life force was stripped from our bodies and imprisoned here for all eternity.]

"The you are criminals."

[This is a prison.] The voice confirmed. [But not all of us are criminals. I and a others were wrongly convicted. It is we few who will try to help you. You must flee and ensure no one else can ever come to this world. If the others are allowed to escape they will spread evil throughout the galaxy.]

Gene took this all in as he saw the being that controlled Gar leave the knife in the first officer’s leg. "Why didn't he stab the other one?"

[Your captain is coming he will see the wounded human and transport him to your ship. He is host to many of us. Once aboard they will take possession of your crew and the escape will be complete.]

"How can we stop them?"

[I have taken possession of you. The others think I am with them. I am not. When the time is right I will release your body and you must act.]

But will I do?

<<<NRPG>>

Just a recap and some momentum (I hope)

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: You Can’t Reason With a Zombie

by Brian V. Mansur and Steve Apple

SD: 2260.312

MD 5.1630

Scene: Velourum IV, Planet Surface, Outside of the Pyramid

<<Snip from Andy's Post "Mutiny Afoot"

"Not to sound like I'm complaining, but having been under the influence as it were why am I not dead like the misfortunate archeologists? And just to press my luck how did you drive out the evil spirits?"

"You can thank Lieutenant Hemux for the cure." Jack said as he raised the tricorder. "She created a dampening field. As for the other answers." He gestured to the pyramid. "They're in there with our comrades. Let’s go."

"Sar, if you like I could carry that nifty device for you." Stile drawled."

End snip>>

Corbett had many experiences with blacking out, but unlike the spirits he was used to, these dead ones left him with a hell of a hangover and palpitations. "Captain Jack a word sar."

"What is it doctor?" Steele said easing up a bit after Stile's uncharacteristic behavior.

"Pass me the tricorder, I'd like to take some readings of DeSimms and myself." Corbett said trying not to look like a man who was ready to pass out.

"I'm not sure given your past behavior that would be a wise move. How do I know you're truly you?" Steele asked raising an eyebrow.

"Unfortunately sar the things I could proffer as convincing evidence, a gentleman would never speak about in public." Corbett said shuffling uneasily from foot to foot.

"I'm convinced, it's you." Steele said holding up a hand indicating he didn't want to hear Corbett's evidence. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not sure yet. How did you create the dampening field?" Corbett asked reaching for the tricorder with a shaky hand.

"A short range EMP blast." Steele said concern in his voice. "Why?"

"I'm reading massive Nernst disruptions throughout both mine and DeSimms' bodies." Corbett said adjusting the tricorder and his hand scanner.

"Okay, now how about you say that in a language I understand," Steele said.

"Sorry Cap," Corbett said. "The EMP blast has disrupted our natural energy field. All our muscle cells are polarizing and depolarizing in a

Disjointed way. I. " Corbett tried to finish his sentence as he fell to his knees.

"Stile." Jack yelled as he caught the doctor.

Corbett just barely managed to whisper ""Green vial.." before he passed out.

Steele grabbed the med-kit and pulled out the green vial and injected both Corbett and DeSimms who had also passed out.

After a minute or two Corbett rolled onto his side and felt as if his grand pappy's old mule Sara had kicked him the chest. "Thanks." He said to

Steele as he made it to his knees.

"What was in that vile, or shouldn't I ask." Steele said smiling down at the doctor.

"A combination of Adenosine and Metrazine, basically drugs to bring the heart out from a lethal arrhythmia. However, I don't know if we're out of the woods yet."

Steele looked concerned as Corbett got unsteadily to his feet. "Stile is this a direct result of the EMP blast."

"Yeah." Corbett said nodding his head and trying to catch his breath. "It's a catch 22, Cap. The cure works, but unfortunately it could kill the patient."

"What about reducing the bursts intensity?" DeSimms asked. He was already on his feet, but looked as unsteady as Corbett.

"I don't know John. Reducing the field's intensity and duration may not drive those things out. Corbett said. "Given those things psionic capabilities we may not get a second chance if the signal is too low."

"So what do you suggest? Steele asked.

Corbett was about to say something when Merrick's horrified voice came from inside the pyramid. "Oh dear God."

As one, they turned and raced into the pyramid toward the sound of Merrick' yell, Steele leading the way.

~~Inside the Pyramid~~

The 3 men stopped short at a scene of utter horror. The remaining security personnel were fighting each other like animals over the dead flesh of

The archeologists or their fallen crewmates.

Commander Merrick had managed to half run to a dimly lit alcove farther into the pyramids base. Corbett saw a Star Fleet issue K-bar protruding from

His left thigh.

DeSimms picked up a phaser from the floor of the pyramid and had no problem pressing the firing stud this time, but nothing happened. Snarling, he

threw the weapon away and leapt to defend one of the of the still twitching crewmen on the ground with his own knife.

Corbett tried to make his way over to Merrick when Gar jumped in front of him. The Andorian had a crazed look and was ripping flesh from what had

been a security mans arm that he now held like a prized meal. "MMMMM Redshirt, tastes like chicken." Gar yelled as he pushed it over to Stile.

"No thank you sar." Corbett said slowly backing away. "Pair it with a good wine and maybe then."

A look of evil comprehension dawned on Gar's face. The Andorian dropped the meat to the ground and started marching slowly toward Corbett. The

doctor rapidly fell back to the Captain who was punching furiously at the tricorder.

"Um, Captain, I think perhaps we should use that EMP and sort the mess out later sar."

"Doctor." the Captain said.

"Yes sar,"

"It isn't working."

And then Gar was upon them and trying his hardest to ‘eat’ Corbett. The doctor punched the Andorian repeatedly as he tried to knock him off. The pair tumbled and rolled a few times over. More than once, Corbett felt a sharp nip at his arm or fist.

"Get the hell off of him Gar!" the Captain yelled as he bodily pulled the straining eating machine that Gar had become off of Corbett.

DeSimms was there suddenly too, delivering a precision blow to the back of the engineers skull. The first one didn't do more than stun the man, but the second put him down.

Corbett, now reeling from both the earlier EMP hit and his romp with Gar, stumbled to his feet in time to see the Captain already dragging

His First Officer out of the room. DeSimms followed close behind with Gar in tow.

"You looking to be an hors d'oeuvre doctor?" DeSimms said. "I’d get moving if I were you!"

Corbett winced and turned toward the entrance. His heart was racing and his body felt like warm crap. That feeling; however, turned icy as soon as he realized that the rest of the ghouls seems to be taking note of him. One of the redshirts made a lunge for him. Corbett recognized him as Crewman Lowl.

"I'm not possessed sir, please help me." the man pleaded.

Corbett didn't answer, he just grabbed a handful of the man's thermal suit and hastily made for the door, dragging the crewman behind him.

<<NRPG>>

Well Scott, now that Brian and I are no longer Andorian jerky it looks like space rations for you. Hope this sheers up some of the past posts and keeps us moving forward.

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: Now is the Time

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.314

MD 5.1630

Scene: Outside Pyramid Object, Planet Velorum IV

Jack looked around at the motley group in dismay. All that had made it outside were himself , Merrick, Gar, DeSimms and Crewman Lowl. Engineer Gar lay unconscious before them where he had dropped from DeSimms right cross. The rest remained inside and Jack was trying with all his might not to picture what must be currently happening to his people. The crew he left behind. It seemed that the aliens might be able to control humanoid form but apparently they could not control themselves. Eventually they would come for the rest of the Landing Party.

“Steele to HOOD.” He said as he flipped open his communicator.

[HOOD here.] Came the worried voice of Lieutenant Commander Compass HOOD’s navigator.

“Commander, no one is to beam down to the surface and no one is to be beamed up unless you have an order confirmed by myself and Dr. Corbett. Is that clear?”

[Yes sir.]

“Good. Steele out.”

Steele turned back to the officers. He was the captain. He was supposed to know what to do but the truth was he couldn’t even begin to come up with a plan that would work. “As of now we can’t take the chance of beaming back to the ship. Gar is already under control and anyone of us could be hosting an alien. If we let those creatures aboard there will be no stopping them from taking the ship. My instinct is to order HOOD to drop some emergency buoys quarantining this system and then warp out of here.”

“I really can’t say I like that plan.” Stile quipped. “Especially the ending.”

“Nor do I.” Jack replied. “Gentleman, if any of you have suggestions or any miracles you want to pull out of your hat. Now is the time.”

<<<NRPG>>>

Both Jack and I have no idea how to get our intrepid crew out of this one. Good thing you guys are smarter then me!

Scott: I believe you pledged one post a week…. ;-)

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Impossible Decisions

by Dan Belin and Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.317

MD: 5. 1640

Scene: Outside of Pyramid Object, Planet Velorum IV

“Captain there’s something I need to tell you.” Crewman Lowl stammered nervously.

“What is it crewman.” Steele asked.

“Sir I have one of the entities with in me right now. It says it is part of the minority that is not bent on our destruction. It also agrees with you that you can not risk letting any of the entities off this planet.”

“It does, does it?” Steele replied warily. “Just what else does your visitor have to say.”

Lowl quickly ran down the information that the alien had relayed to him.

“So this is a prison?” Merrick asked when the security crewman had finished his tale.

“Yes sir, that’s what it says sir. The pyramid acts as a both as a food source and a kind of magnet that will not let them escape. However they have found that if they inhabit a humanoid form they can break out.”

“How long have they been imprisoned here?” Stile asked.

Gene shook his head. “It isn’t sure, definitely hundreds of years possibly thousands.”

“That’s quiet a sentence.” Jack added.

“These were extremely evil criminals. Their world did not believe in the death penalty but they were very creative in their punishments.”

"Captain," said DeSimms, looking back at the sealed entrance, "We in security have a term for the situation we are in now. We call it deep in the crapper. The only thing that is clear right now is that there is a imminent threat to our ship and possibly the entire sector, " pausing for a moment, "Who knows what abilities these things have. Starfleet doctrine says I have a duty to recommend something to you."

"What," asked the Captain. He was trying to remember the doctrine that DeSimms was quoting, but it flew his mind.

DeSimms looked at the ground, "It has only been done twice in the history of Starfleet. It is a highly controversial and often argued tactic."

"Get to the point!"

"Sir, I recommend as the Security Chief that this planet is an imminent threat to the surrounding sector and passing vessels. It would be near impossible to quarantine the planet because of the advanced psychological and physical control demonstrated by these parasitic organisms," DeSimms looked around at the group. He had a feeling this would not go down well, "Sir, I am recommending implementation of General Order 24."

“You mean-“ Said Corbett, surprised.

“Yes, that one.” DeSimms looked at Steele and Corbett, “The one that orders the destruction of the entire inhabitable region of a planet.”

Lowl grumbled. “Do it!”

“Was that your recommendation or your visitor’s?” Jack smiled coldly.

“Both of our’s.” Gene confirmed. “It’s the only way to be sure.”

Jack looked over at Sean and Stile. Merrick shook his head slowly. “It would be final.” He said non-commitally.

Jack nodded. “Agreed. On the other hand we could take out everything within 100 kilometers of the pyramid and that would do the job as well.

“If they are all here.” DeSimms countered.

“We are.” Gene answered in a voice that definitely wasn’t his own.

“Says the alien whose buddies decimated an unarmed, peaceful archeological team.” DeSimms replied. “And I know you aren’t with them, but how do we know that.”

Jack nodded. “He’s right.” He paused and turned to look out at the wilderness. Could he really be responsible for its destruction? General Order 24 had only been invoked once before, so far as he knew. Captain Garth had used it as a bluff on Antos IV fleet gossip said that the Antosians had some sort of supernatural power that could overwhelm the Federation. But in the end he had canceled the order and the annihilation of a planet and its beings. At least here there was no sentient life to worry about. He knew he would feel little emotion for the alien entities after what they had done to the archeologists.

“General Order 24 is used to stop a race that was actively hostile to the Federation.” Stile whispered.

“These things are.” DeSimms replied. “Just think what they will do with control of the ship.

“The HOOD will do a lot of damage but in the end I can’t say it is a threat to the security of the Federation. Starfleet will stop her.”

“And what if these things play it smart and take over a few more ships before they start their killing?” Jack said. “Or what if they make for Romulus or the Klingon Empire and start wiping out worlds there? They could plunge the quadrant into war.”

“You’re not seriously considering destroying this world when all you have to do is take out that monstrosity.” Merrick said ash he pointed to the pyramid.

There was a long pause as Jack looked at each of his people. “I have to consider all options before I make my decision. But whether I go with GO 24, or destroy the pyramid or another option we still have another pressing issue.”

“How do we get back to the ship without bringing the aliens with us.” Merrick answered.

<<<NRPG>>>

Dan I had a lot of this post written when your JP post came in so I added it to the middle and tweaked the end.

Jack won’t order GO 24…as much as he might like to. Still need a way out of this mess. I have one idea but I don’t want to be a hog so I look forward to what you guys come up with.

And somewhat related. I read an article saying Star Trek Online will be live Feb 02, 2010. The article went on to say that it will be set in the ORIGINS universe. Checked out the website and they are still same PRIME. Either way, anyone looking to join up?

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

and

Dan Belin

LT. John DeSimms

SEC Officer

U.S.S HOOD

NCC-1703

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Lack of Opportunities

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.318

MD: 5.1640

Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD

Lieutenant Commander Compass leaned back in the command chair and fought the urge to drum his fingers along the armrest. He was trying to project an appearance of calm command. Unfortunately he knew he was failing and that the bridge crew, while respectful, were seeing him as he actually was, a seat warmer. Right now almost the entire senior staff was in danger on the planet surface and here he was in command of one of the most powerful vessels in the quadrant and all he was really in charge of was making sure the ship maintained orbit. He wasn’t even really in charge of that, there was both a navigator and helmsman, not mention the laws of physics, on top of that major accomplishment.

No one had even brought him coffee.

He wanted to do *something* not only because, like everyone else aboard, he genuinely feared for the lives of his fellow officers below but because he wanted to prove that he was an officer who could contribute, someone who could save the day, overcome the impossible. It was those officers who moved up the chain of command. Those officers who were trusted with ships of their own. He was desperate to be one of those officers.

Up til now his few opportunities at command of HOOD had come at unexciting moments. The Grave Shift when the ship was in transit or even less thrilling, when it was sitting in spacedock. Compass was an exceptional navigator and a solid officer; he wouldn’t be on a starship if he hadn’t been. But he needed to prove himself as a command officer and this was the perfect time to do it. He just had no idea what he could do to show everyone what he was made of.

At this point his only hope was that the Science Officer could pull some trick out of her hat, something that required him to make a decision. Of course it would be of tremendous help if that something saved the day.

On the other hand he thought grimly as his fingers drummed along the armrest. If the senior staff died on the planet he just might make first officer.

<<<NRPG>>>

Some fluff….

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Acquiescence

by Scott Lusby

NOTE: this post contains some material which might be disturbing for some. Fortunately, it'll all be over soon... :)

SD: 2260.319

MD: 5.1625

Setting: Pyramid Thingy, Velorum IV

Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth couldn't take any more.

The sensation that had begun as a simple tingling in his antennae had gradually become something much worse: he now felt as if every nerve ending in his body was on fire, as if someone was touching and every one of them with the open end of an EMP tap.

[Stop fighting, and the pain will leave.]

He heard the Voice in his head, and knew that somehow the Voice was right: all he had to do was relax, to accept the inevitable.

Another voice, this one from deeper within him, furiously begged him not to as it seemed to fade deeper into the background.

[No! Don't do it!]

He couldn't take it any longer...

Suddenly, Gar leaned back, screaming at the top of his lungs, fists clenched at his sides as he let go...

And then, suddenly, nothing. The pain- aside from a gentle throb at the base of his antennae- had subsided.

As, apparently, had his own will, as he soon found himself pulling out his knife and plunging it hilt-deep into the inert form of one of HOOD's security officers lying next to him.

[What are you doing??!!]

He sliced off a piece of flesh roughly the size of hamburger patty.

[It is pointless to resist us,] the Voice said.

As if to prove its point, Gar felt the dull throbbing at the base of his lobes increase a little, then felt himself bring the raw flesh of what had been Master-at-Arms 2nd Class Stewart to his mouth.

[No!] he wanted to scream. He wanted to make his arm muscles take the flesh and throw it down. He wanted to clench his mouth shut to keep from what he knew would follow from happening.

And he could do nothing to stop it.

His mouth opened, and his hands forced the meat into his mouth.

Inside, he screamed.

<<TIMELINE>>

MD: 5.1625- Gar falls under alien possession.

<<NRPG>>

The working title for this was "A Nice Chianti Would Make the Meal". :)

A short one to get inside Gar's head during his possession. I'll follow up with something else later today.

Respectfully Submitted,

- Scott Lusby

/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth

Chief Engineer

USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Breaking Free

by Scott Lusby

SD: 2260.319

MD: 5.1630

Setting: Pyramid, Velorum IV

Gar glanced up from his unwanted feast, and looked at Dr. Corbett. Somehow, he knew Stile was also supposedly possessed; he wasn't sure how he knew, but he did.

<<snip- from Steve's post, entitled "You Can't Reason With a Zombie">>

Corbett tried to make his way over to Merrick when Gar jumped in front of him. The Andorian had a crazed look and was ripping flesh from what had been a security mans arm that he now held like a prized meal. "MMMMM Redshirt, tastes like chicken." Gar yelled as he pushed it over to Stile.

"No thank you sar." Corbett said slowly backing away. "Pair it with a good wine and maybe then."

<<end snip- briefly>>

[Something's wrong,] the Voice murmured in the back of his mind. Something had happened that the Voice had not expected...

<<snip- again from Steve's post>>

A look of evil comprehension dawned on Gar's face. The Andorian dropped the meat to the ground and started marching slowly toward Corbett. The doctor rapidly fell back to the Captain who was punching furiously at the tricorder.

"Um, Captain, I think perhaps we should use that EMP and sort the mess out later sar."

"Doctor." the Captain said.

"Yes sar,"

"It isn't working."

And then Gar was upon them and trying his hardest to 'eat' Corbett. The doctor punched the Andorian repeatedly as he tried to knock him off. The pair tumbled and rolled a few times over. More than once, Corbett felt a sharp nip at his arm or fist.

"Get the hell off of him Gar!" the Captain yelled as he bodily pulled the straining eating machine that Gar had become off of Corbett.

DeSimms was there suddenly too, delivering a precision blow to the back of the engineer's skull. The first one didn't do more than stun the man, but the second put him down

<<end snip>>

/////

MD: 5.1640

Setting: Outside the Pyramid, Velorum IV

Gar felt the darkness begin to give way, and he struggled against the fog swirling in his mind.

He also felt the throbbing in his skull; he couldn't be sure if it was from the butt of DeSimm's rifle or from the Voice...

He tried to separate the two; it was hard in the dull consciousness he had barely achieved to this point. However, after a moment or two, he had managed to do so. The pain in the base of his skull throbbed wickedly, enough to further cloud his mind, to be sure. The rhythmic throbbing he had been experiencing at the base of his antennae, however, seemed dull, nearly as dull as his own consciousness.

Somewhere from the depths of Gar's soul, a voice cried out to him.

[Now- here's your chance. Do it now, or you'll endanger the entire ship!]

Gar thought back to what he had learned from the Voice, about their criminal past...all those people...women...children...all for their selfish desire for power...

And then he thought about what the Voice had made HIM do...to Stewart...what he tried to do to Stile, his friend...

He squeezed his eyes closed, clenched his teeth, and began to fight again.

The pain was instantaneous, but he felt...something. The Voice was giving way; maybe the butt of DeSimm's rifle had weakened it like it had weakened him. Unconsciousness might reduce one's electromagnetic energy production...he couldn't be sure, and he didn't care.

All that mattered was that he sensed a chance.

He gathered himself, slowly, and, all at once, pushed against that which controlled him.

The pain within him was excruciating.

/////

MD: 5.1645

Setting: Same

<<snip- from Andy's and Dan's JP, entitled "Impossible Decisions">>

"And what if these things play it smart and take over a few more ships before they start their killing?" Jack said. "Or what if they make for Romulus or the Klingon Empire and start wiping out worlds there? They could plunge the quadrant into war."

"You're not seriously considering destroying this world when all you have to do is take out that monstrosity." Merrick said ash he pointed to the pyramid.

There was a long pause as Jack looked at each of his people. "I have to consider all options before I make my decision. But whether I go with GO 24, or destroy the pyramid or another option we still have another pressing issue."

"How do we get back to the ship without bringing the aliens with us." Merrick answered.

<<end snip>>

At that moment, a blood-curdling cry startled the senior officers.

"Doctor!" Jack Steele said as he ran over to the source of the screams.

Gar's mouth was thrown open, his back arched, in obvious pain.

<<TIMELINE>>

5.1630: Gar attacks Stile upon the realization that Stile is no longer possessed.

5.1640: Gar begins to regain consciousness, and senses a chance to regain control of himself.

5.1645: The landing party discusses its options, but Gar's struggle interrupts them.

<<NRPG>>

OK...Gar's trying to fight. I didn't quite know where to go with this at this point, so I figured I'd leave it to Steve to see if there was something he could do for Gar.

Once Gar regains consciousness and is back to something resembling himself (I expect some vomiting when he fully realizes what he's done), he'll definitely advocate GO24 if they don't have any other answers soon. But he'll happily accept another option should it become available.

Maybe Dave can help us there- can the HOOD do something by retuning its phasers? Use the navigational deflector? Do something with the presser/tractor beams? Anything to disrupt their EM signatures? Maybe that would mess them up? Looking for a permanent solution, I imagine.

Just some thoughts.

There's two posts, Andy. :)

Respectfully Submitted,

- Scott Lusby

/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth

Chief Engineer

USS HODD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: More Pieces

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.319

MD: 5.1630

“Hey Mitch! How ya doin, heard you had a hell of day.” Lieutenant Steering, HOOD’s chief helmsman said as he clapped the shuttle pilot on the back before dropping into the seat on the otherside of the table.

“You got that right.” Mitchell agreed before shoveling a spoon full of chili into his mouth. “Don’t know what was worse being in a shuttle at 15,000 meters and realizing I didn’t have control or all the poking and prodding the so called scientists having been doing to me.”

“So what happened down there? Did you really lose control?”

Mitchell took a sip of his coffee and shrugged. “Don’t know really. One minute we’re flying along and then the next the shuttle isn’t going where we want her to. No matter what we tried we couldn’t point her toward the pyramid.”

Steering leaned forward. “So were you being controlled or was the shuttle?”

“I don’t know, at the time I thought it was me but now I’m not so sure. According to the geniuses in blue there was some force that was causing the shuttle to deviate from its flightpath. That’s what they tell me anyway.”

“Are they certain?” Steering asked as he unconsciously pulled away from the pilot. “You’re not infected or anything like those unlucky bastards down on the planet?”

“They let me out.” Mitchell shrugged as he scooped up the last of his chili.

//////

Scene: Planet Surface, Velorum IV

<< snip from Scott’s post>>

At that moment, a blood-curdling cry startled the senior officers.

"Doctor!" Jack Steele said as he ran over to the source of the screams.

Gar's mouth was thrown open, his back arched, in obvious pain.

<</snip>>

Stile dropped to a crouch and ran his medical scanner over the Andorian’s body as he consulted the readings on his tricorder. “He’s in a tremendous amount of pain. He’s also expending a lot of energy.”

“Whats it doing to him?” Sean asked, concerned.

“I think it’s what he’s doing to the alien.”

Jack’s communicator beeped. “He’s fighting it?”

“I think so.” Stile answered as he pulled a hypo from his pouch and carefully confirmed the contents. He hesitated and then jabbed it into the engineer’s arm. Immediately Gar’s screams and thrashing intensified for a few seconds and then he collapsed and all was silent.

Jack’s communicator continued to beep insistently. “Damn!” He said as he flipped it open and took a few steps back. “Steele here.”

[Commander Compass here sir. The medical and science teams have finished their investigation and they’ve past on some preliminary results.]

Steele and Merrick traded a look. “Go on commander.”

[Based on the incidents that the landing party logged, the failed equipment etc and the readings they were able to take on the shuttlecraft and the two occupants they are certain that what ever effected the equipment was directed from inside the pyramid and they are highly confidant it was not a biological force.]

“What do you mean not a biological force?”

[The shuttle’s controls were jammed sir. There is clear evidence that some kind of jamming field was directed from the pyramid. We also went over sensor logs and found that when the landing party’s equipment began to fail there was a corresponding power jump inside the pyramid. Additionally, while we can’t get a full sensor return off the pyramid its becoming clear, now that we know what we are looking at, that there is a tremendous artifical energy source within the structure. We’re not 100% certain but there is a strong possibility it is some sort of matter/antimatter device.]

“A ‘good work’ to everyone up there commander.” Steele out. “What do you think?” He asked Sean as he placed the communicator back on his belt.

“If what Gene’s alien is telling us is true and that they are prisoners here it could be that someone or something is acting as a jail warden making sure no one escapes.”

Steele nodded in agreement as he considered the ramifications. “Most likely a computer of some sort. And if we can get to it…”

“We can find away to be sure we purge the aliens and get the hell out of here.”

“If we can get to it.” Jack agreed. “Somehow I don’t think the inmates are going to be too accommodating.

“Let’s hope Lieutenant Hemux keeps working as diligently as she has been.”

“Captain!” Stile called out as he began to wave the med scanner over Gar again. “Something is happening.”

<<<NRPG>>>

Maybe Landru is moonlighting. ;-)

Dave: I echo both Scott and Jack…I hope you are smarter then the rest of us! ;-)

I know, I know a navigator named Compass and a helmsman named Steering, pure genius! ;-)

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

USS HOOD: give me an E, give me an M, give me a P...

by David Martens

SD: 2260.318

MD: 5.1630

Scene: USS HOOD, Science lab

ARr'Rhiana stood in front of the viewscreen in the lab. On each of them there was a orbital view of the planet. She had marked the whereabouts of the Pyramid and had done some calculations, and now she had come up with a plan. But as usual with these plans, it was rather risky and she needed aproval of the current commandng officer.

So she walked up to the comm and hold the key for the Bridge

"Hemux to Bridge"

[Compass here, I am listening.]

"Commander Compass, I think I have the solution for our problem, it is rather risky so I would like you to come over to the lab so I can explain things."

[On my way.] came the short reply.

A few minutes later Lieutenant Commander Compass joined up with ARr'Rhiana Hemux and nodded to her "So, what do you have for me, Lt?"

Hemux went to a screen and started her expose: "We know these being seem to exist on a energy level and using electrical or Electro-magnetical signals to take over their hosts. From what we know from the away - team these beings are kept imprisoned within that pyramidal shape down on the surface."

She looked to Compass to see if he was following her resume of the situation. He nodded and said rather harsh "Go on." So Hemux continued, bringing up images that showed the effects of her suggetsions.

"Now what disturbs electrical and magnetical signals? A huge burst of EMP. Question is, how do we create that? Simple: we toss in some nuclear bombs and fill the entire planets atmosphere with EMP. Two problems: First : we have no idea how this will affect the entities. Will they just release their hosts and be confined to the Pyramid? Will it kill them ? Second problem: given the highly electrical activity of the planet, what will be the exact effect of the EMP? It might trigger some natural disasters as volcanic activity, huge thunderstorms, maybe a shift in polarity of the planet."

Compass looked puzzled; his eyes wandering from one screen to the other. "I assume you must hve an idea on those questions, Hemux?"

ARr'Rhiana nodded "I do, sir. I think it will only temporary block these entities out, like a electrical pulse can cause a coma or bring a human for short time into unconsciousness. There for I would destroy the pyramid at the highest level of EMP - activity. That will most likely destroy the entities and solve the problem that they might regain their power."

"What about the away-team?"

Hemux shrugged her shoulders "We can lock in on them and beam them out when the EMP-burst is released. There is a 90 percent chance that they will be free of the hostile influence. Offcourse we will immediately stun them when they materialise and take them into quarantine until we are fully certain that they are free of any influence. Once of the planet we can examine them in sickbay. Any hostile entity that would be locked inside someone will cause unnatural brainwaves, muscular tension, nerval activity and so on that can be monitored with bio-scans."

Compass tapped his fingers on the chair he was sitting in. "What if we can't get a proper lock with all the EMP- activity? Or if they are not free of the hostile entities?"

ARr'Rhiana looked rather worried but her voice was solid "I believe that in such case it is either them or a whole lot worse. If these entities break free and make their way to the HOOD they will use our ship to spread and find more ships. Maybe they will then be able to reproduce and spread over the whole quadrant. If these entities where powerfull enough to take over our away team when they where weakened then they only will grow stronger since they now have a new source of food."

"So how would we release such a EMP-burst?" Compass asked.

Hemux sighed, it seemed her plan would be going on "We release six nuclear bombs with a yield of 5 megaton spread in an orbit above the equator, at a height of 365 kilometres, one above each pole on the same height and four on the 45 norther and 45 souther circles. All have to detonate simultaneously. We monitor the spread of the EMP burst carefully and when it peaks above 20,000 volts/metre the entities should be knocked out. The power f the EMP pulse will then rise more and I think around the range of 25,000 volt/metre we can safely beam our people out. Once they are safe on board we can destroy the pyramid."

"Any risks for our ship or anything else?"

"Not sure, Sir. We can release the bombs from a safe distance as long as we stay within transporter range, although I would recommend not to stretch that to much, with all the EMP it will be harder to get a proper lock on the targets to beam them out. Also I have no idea what the other effects will be on the planet, as I said it can cause several disasters, but they will probably be limited to localised and isolated spots on the surface."

She took a deep breath "I believe it's our only option, Sir." She had done her best, now it was up to Compass to take the desision.

<<<NRPG>>>

Hi All,

Here is a possible solution, for more information on the EMP burst effect check the `Starfish Prime experiment' and the `K- project'.

Respectfully,

David Martens

Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux

CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Betting on the Numbers

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.325

Scene: Planet Surface, Velorum IV

“Captain’s log supplemental. All indications are that the final alien has left both Commander Gar and Crewman Lowl and we are ready to leave this planet. I take full responsibility for the failure of this mission. Not only were we unsuccessful at rescuing the archeological team I have failed to take the necessary steps to protect the members of the Landing Party. The fact that all members of the archeological team had been seized and then killed by the aliens inhabiting this pyramid before HOOD arrived in no way diminishes the sense of loss and frustration I feel. All that remain of the landing party are myself Commanders Merrick and Gar, Lieutenant DeSimms and Crewman Lowl. At this point the only goal is survival. The plan is to return to the ship but up until now we could not guarantee that we could do so without transporting the aliens with us. Fortunately Lieutenant Hemux and her teams have come up with a solution. I can’t say any of us here on the planet are excited about transporting out a microsecond before we are engulfed by nuclear devastation. But there is no other way and time is running out. If we do not make it I hope my death will offer some small comfort to the souls that were left behind. End log.”

Jack looked around at the team. “Ready?” No one answered aloud but Jack looked into each man’s eyes. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” He flipped open his communicator and paused to take one last look around. “Steele to HOOD.”

[HOOD here.] Commander Compass’ nervous voice replied.

“Its all up to you.”

[We’re ready captain.] Hemux’s calm voice cut in. [Counting down now. 10, 9, 8…]

Steele flipped the communicator closed. “Good luck gentlemen.”

<<<NRPG>>>

Just a quick one. I hope we make it!

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Did We Get Them?

by Brian V. Mansur

SD: 2260.325

MD 6.000

Scene: Planet Surface

[We're ready captain.] Hemux's calm voice cut in. [Counting down now. 10, 9, 8.]

Steele flipped the communicator closed. "Good luck gentlemen."

Steele looked up, wondering if he would see the ionization trail of the nuke spread as it dove in. And then there was light all around him. Steele shut his eyes instinctually. Then he felt his knees buckling as a final EMP wash hit his nervous system. As consciousness faded, the transporter snatched him up and wisked him heavenard on an invisible beam of pure energy.

/////

Scene: Shuttlecraft NIMITZ

He fell dead away to the deck of the Shuttlecraft Nimitz along with the rest of the landing party survivors.

It seemed like hours, but as he roused to the voice of Mother giving orders, he saw the chrono showed just a few minutes had gone by. He heard coughing, a slapping sound, and someone (Corbett?) groaning.

"Damn woman, did you have to hit me so hard?" the cowboy complained.

Steele stiffled a laugh. "Status."

Beside him Hemux was there from the HOOD. She helped him up to a chair. "Did it work?" he asked.

"I don't think so, captain. If you'll look at this panel."

The display showed an expanding ball of vapor and dust rapidly lifting from ... a completely intact pyramid.

"Son of a bitch," Steele murmurred.

NRPG: Quick one to bridge Andy's post with the group JP we've begun.

Repectfully Submitted,

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Wisdom of Cowboys and Heroes

by Dan Belin, Brian V. Mansur, and Steve Apple

SD: 2260.326

MD 6.000

Scene: Shuttlecraft NIMITZ, In Orbit of Velorum IV

<<Snip from Brian's Post: "Did We Get Them">>

"Did it work?" he asked.

"I don't think so, captain. If you'll look at this panel."

The display showed an expanding ball of vapor and dust rapidly lifting from ... a completely intact pyramid.

"Son of a bitch," Steele murmured.

<<End Snip>>

Corbett painfully got up from where Mother had hit him and put his hat back on. Carefully he made his way over to where Steele and Hemux were standing. Rubbing his chin he looked at the display, which showed the intact pyramid. "I see that went well."

"Doctor do you have a point to make?" Steele asked while still frowning at the screen showing the intact pyramid.

"Yes sar I do." Corbett said as he characteristically pushed his hat further back on his head. "What's running through your mind Jack? I bet you're seriously thinking about GO 24 right now aren't you?"

Corbett watched as his Captain slowly nodded. Before the man had a chance to verbally answer Corbett continued. "Jack before you let DeSimm's carve up that planet I want you to think about this. That pyramid is a jail and we've seen it has defensive capabilities."

"Stile get to the point." Steele grumbled cutting the doctor off.

"The point is if you blow that planet to hell then chances are you'll release those entities."

"How so?" Merrick asked as he joined them.

"We've been talking about that pyramid as a jail and with good reason, but Sean you heard them, the ones who possessed the Archeologists, they said it was their ship. What if the radioactivity of that planet is keeping that ship grounded."

"You just thought of that now." Merrick complained.

"I think Mother's little love tap knocked some sense into me." Corbett said.

"So what do you suggest Doctor?" Steele asked not liking the picture Stile was painting.

"As far as GO 24 is concerned I’d say don’t go medieval on the planet's ass until we know how to really kill these things," Stile said holding up his hands.

"Any energy pattern can be disrupted or dissipated," DeSimms broke in. "That means they can be killed."

"You got a plan to do that?" Steele asked.

"These beings are essentially non-corporeal electromagnetic energy," the security chief continued. "Hemux proved that an EMP blast disrupts their flow, but obviously doesn't kill them. Think back to academy physics. EM forces take the form of self-propagating waves. These electric and magnetic field components oscillate in phase perpendicular to each other and perpendicular to the direction of energy propagation. What if we change that oscillation? You can't destroy energy, but you can sure as hell disrupt the cycle or phase it differently."

"We know the phase signature they have," ARr'Rhiana said jumping in. "If we can strip away the energy modulation they have to exist in, it should kill them."

"Exactly," DeSimms said. "And there's something else this will accomplish. Even if I am wrong, and there are survivors, a properly phased, highly disruptive attack, we're talking planet-wide ... that will take the radiation that shields the planet making it habitable. That will let the star system's radiation flood the surface planet and should keep any survivors trapped here on what will soon be a dead world."

"I see what you are getting at," Steele said. "The Velorum system is still for all intents and purposes a border system, meaning it could shift out of Federation hands. It won't do to advertise that this system might harbor dangerous non-corporeal criminals."

"What's wrong with that?" Merrick asked, obviously still not working on all thrusters.

"People are curious and some unscrupulous," DeSimms said. "What if this system reverts to Klingons? What do you think they'd do if they found our little warning buoys?"

"I see your point." Merrick agreed. "So what your hoping to do is keep those beings locked inside their pyramid and make this system unattractive to visitors."

"If you don't know something's there you're not going to look for it." DeSimms said. He turned square to the Captain, waiting for orders.

"Prepare the HOOD to destroy the planet’s atmosphere. Put all weapons and deflector section on General Quarters."

DeSimms moved swiftly to open a channel to the Hood, "Security, put Decks 3-12 on Red Alert. Weapons crew man battle stations. Reconfigure deflector to fire a full-magnitude pure energy wave and ready all weapons. Do not fire until Captain Steele gives the order," DeSimms paused, and he looked at the Captain. Steele looked back at him with a raised eyebrow then pointed to Hemux. DeSimms continued his relay. "Lieutenant Hemux will feed fire control some tuning numbers for the energy weapons. Standby for her data package."

<< NRPG: Brian here: This ties in some material Dan wrote in the JP draft. I'd say our work here is done. Anyone want to write a final action sequence showing the planet going up? Dan you want that?

Respectfully Submitted,

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

and

Dan Belin

LT. John DeSimms

SEC Officer

U.S.S HOOD

NCC-1703

and

Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Too Fast

by Andy Catterick

SD 2260.326

MD 6.0001

<<<old>>>

DeSimms moved swiftly to open a channel to the Hood, "Security, put Decks 3-12 on Red Alert. Weapons crew man battle stations. Reconfigure deflector to fire a full-magnitude pure energy wave and ready all weapons. Do not fire until Captain Steele gives the order," DeSimms paused, and he looked at the Captain. Steele looked back at him with a raised eyebrow then pointed to Hemux. DeSimms continued his relay. "Lieutenant Hemux will feed fire control some tuning numbers for the energy weapons. Standby for her data package."

<<<new>>>

All eyes turned to look at Steele. Some looked expectantly others looked pleadingly but Jack could feel the weight crushing down upon him. Too fast he kept thinking, this is going too fast. We’re away, we’re safe they can’t kill anymore crew. But they did kill. Those alien monsters killed the archeological team and they killed his men. Made his officers doing horrific things. He looked at the wound in Sean’s leg, looked at the blood that stained Gar’s tunic. He saw the fear in Lowls eyes. They were monsters that had to be stopped.

But they had been stopped, for now at least. DeSimms was right things might change in the future. But that was the future, a future with many possibilities. In the here and now things were contained.

[Captain we’re standing by for your order.] Hemux’s voice came over the comm. It was devoid of all emotion.

Too fast.

I want those frakin things dead.

Too fast.

[Captain! Readings have changed on the planet. Energy increase from the pyramid. Shield strength is increasing.]

“That won’t affect the outcome on the atmosphere.” DeSimms confirmed.

“Steele to HOOD. Stand down all weapons, I repeat stand down all weapons. I need immediate confirmation of that order.”

[All weapons standing down. Confirmed captain.]

Steele moved closer to the window and looked down at the planet teeming with life. “We’re Starfleet and we don’t wipe out worlds, especially out of revenge.”

<<<NRPG>>>

I just couldn’t in the end see Steele ordering GO24 when it wasn’t necessary…I’m going to go with the nuc plan as a simple way to distract the ‘warden’ and casue the EMP pulse to get us free of the aliens and back in orbit.

Nothing like a little tension at the end of the mission….

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Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Debrief

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.327

MD: Post Mission

Scene: Captain's Quarters

[That was a gutsy move deciding to deploy nuclear weapons.] The admiral said. Jack had spent the last 15 minutes discussing the written mission report he had already sent through. The fact that the admiral had commed less then 4 hours later wasn’t really a surprise, nor was the fact that it took barely 30 seconds for him to bring up the nucs.

“We were running out of time and options sir. I know it was an unorthodox action but it was my judgment that it was the only choice. Of course my science officer took all available precautions. The weapons were clean, we seeded the atmosphere before deploying the weapons to keep any radiological contamination at a minimum. Once the weapons were detonated we took steps to cleanse the atmosphere. In the end there was very minimal impact to the planetary biosphere.” Jack get his face impassive but he want to tell the admiral to go to hell. They had been dropped into a disaster with little to no information. It was clear that someone knew much more then was being released and with each passing minute Jack fell more and more that HOOD, and most likely the archeological team had been sent out as a lightening rod. An expendable lightening rod.

[Don’t worry captain I fully support your actions and the decisions you made and I have added my endorsement to your report. You and your people did an excellent job under trying circumstances.]

“Thank you sir. I appreciate your support.” Jack replied in a tone that clearly indicated that he didn’t put much weight into Starfleet Command or their thanks.

[I know it’s not something that’s easy to hear right now captain but you and your people faced the challenge head on and made some tough calls, calls that in the end were the best ones, the only ones, you could have made.]

“It doesn’t feel like I did admiral. It certainly won’t feel like it when I contact the families of those I left behind.”

[I understand captain.] The admiral said gently. [It’s a commanding officer’s hardest duty. But captain I need to know if you’ve got your head.]

“You can count on HOOD sir.” Steele replied confidently although both men ignored the fact that he had evaded the direct question with a general answer.

[Good. You are to make for Starbase 10 at best speed, once there you’ll receive your next mission orders.]

“Understood admiral. We’ll depart as soon as our relief arrives on station.”

The admiral nodded. [Your relief is on the way but I’m afraid I have another crisis I need HOOD to handle. You’ll need to depart immediately.]

“I’m not sure I understand sir. Given the danger that his planet possesses I was led to understand my recommendation that a picket ship be assigned to this planet until such time as the threat was neutralized.”

[As I said the ship is enroute and you have your orders. Starfleet Command out.]

Jack wasn’t sure how long he started at the blank screen before he reached across his desh and pushed the small white comm button. “Bridge.”

[Bridge here.]

“Sean break orbit immediately and lay in a course for Starbase 10. As soon as we clear the system increase speed to warp factor 7.”

“We’re not waiting for the picket.”

[Sir?]

“You have your orders commander.” He growled before jabbing the comm button and closing the connection. “Crap!” He swore at himself. It wasn’t fair to take his foul mood out on his first officer and it was damn unprofessional. He’d have to apologize to Sean when he was up on the bridge. For certain everyone up there heard his remarks and right now we’re trading looks.

Leaning forward he thumbed the comm button again. [Engineering.]

Jack raised an eyebrow at Gar’s voice, he hadn’t expected the Andorian to be back on duty so soon. Not after all he had been through. “Commander we need to make a speed run to Starbase 10. Are the engines going to be able to handle warp seven all the way there?”

[Of course sir. My engines will take you any where at any speed.]

Jack smiled. “I should have known better. Thanks Gar, Steele out.”

<<<NRPG>>>

Just a short one to get us out...

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: After the Debrief

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.327

MD: Post Mission

Scene: Captain’s Quarters

Jack got up from his desk and stretched unsure what to do with himself. Leaning against the window he watched as the planet he had come to despise slid away as the impulse engines came to life. The door chime went. “Come.”

The doors slid open. “Figured you might want to beat me in person.” Sean said as he entered the cabin. “Things not go well with the admiral. Did he ask about me?”

Jack grinned. “No surprisingly your name didn’t come up. Although I did mention that you gave of yourself to help out Commander Gar.”

“Funny.” Sean replied as he dropped into a chair. “At the risk of asking, why aren’t we waiting for a relief ship?”

“Apparently we are needed for our next mission immediately and the quarantine buoys we’ve deployed are adequate security.”

“Do you buy that?”

Jack turned away and looked out the window as he felt the ship leap to warp. Finally he turned back to face his first officer. “Its such a load of manure I’m insulted I’m expected to buy it. There’s something going on here, it was going on before we arrived and it is going on as we leave. I don’t know why we got stuck in the middle of it and I don’t know if we were even successful. It frakin doesn’t feel successful.”

“Not much we can do about it.” Sean offered.

“I know.” Jack grated. “And I think its that fact that frustrates me more then anything.”

Several minutes passed by in silence before Sean spoke again. “Jack you look like shit.”

“That’s good cause that’s how I feel. I’ve got a headache that would kill a moose.” He stood up from his chair. “Lets go see what the good doctor has in his black bag.”

“Good doctor?” Sean asked innocently. “Did you replace Stile?”

Jack grinned. “I’m telling him you said that.”

<<<NRPG>>>

Steve/Brian: Tag

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Secret Debrief

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.327

MD: Post Mission

Scene: Undisclosed Location

“You’ve read the report?”

“Three times.” The woman replied disgustedly. “We’re certain that none of the aliens left the planet?”

The Denoblean sighed. “You have the same information I have. But I think it is safe to assume that the answer is no.”

“What kind of maniac drops nuclear weapons on a planet? Does he think he is Colonel Green or Khan Singh?”

“I told you that once you got operations involved we couldn’t control things.”

“I didn’t think they were going to send a starship. There are only 12 of them after all. Aren’t they supposed to be out there defending the border?” She asked in exasperation.

“It was a high priority mission and that means they send the best. And the best are all on one of those 12 ships.”

“Leave it to some damn marionette to stumble into a workable solution with a brute force mentality.”

“It wasn’t a brute force answer. There was solid science behind the action. It was actually a unique answer. I told you they weren’t just a bunch of soldiers just as I told you we should have kept it in house.”

“I suppose.” She allowed. “And all we lost was a few weeks.”

The Denobulan decided it was useless to point out that they had lost an entire archeological team, including two of their own experts, not to mention HOOD’s personnel. “True, but now we have some exposure. Operations is demanding to know what is going on there. They aren’t very happy with the personnel losses.”

“I don’t care what they want. They had their orders and the mission is over for them. Its classified and that is all they need to know.”

“So where do we go from here?” He asked already knowing the answer, and not liking it.

“Send in HORNET. Tell them to beam up some of the bodies. With any luck we’ll snag some of the aliens. Won’t be as good as getting some infected humanoids but it will be a start.”

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Final Debrief

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.327

MD: Post Mission

Scene: The Pyramid

The being that had once been Hil Onte floated freely in the maelstrom that was Prison #628. He could feel the rage of his companions all around him and he knew that if they had the ability they would tear him apart in an orgasm of rage. But their bodiless form rendered them useless as their jailers had intended. And this thought more then any was most satisfying.

He had relished the few minutes he had spent in possession of the human body. It had been a long time since he had relished in the sensation of sight and sound or the simple ability to breathe. It had been almost miraculous.

And it had served a purpose. The entity who had once been Hil Onte had dutiful provided all the information it had learned from the being know as Gene Lowl. From this vital information the warden computer had identified a new potential escape route and a new threat to counter. Should anymore humanoids approach the planet they would find themselves unable to materialize on the planet surface. There could be no chance for the inmates to leave. Afterall Hil thought to itself I created this prison to be escape proof.

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Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Avoiding Reflections

by Brian V. Mansur

SD: 2260.327

MD: Post Mission

Scene: En route to Sickbay, USS HOOD

Never before did Sean feel like he needed a drink so badly. In fact, oh dear heaven did he feel all screwed up inside. He only hoped no one had noticed the twitch developing under his left eyelid.

It wasn't every day one of your true (literally) blue friends tried to EAT you. And oh by the way how many of the security team had bought it thanks to him? How many visits from ghosts of Christmas past had *that* mistake bought him?

The doors to sickbay slid open. "Stile?" Jack called. "You there?"

Mother was no where to be seen but Sean figured she must be in the back office somewhere. Presently, a pretty nurse stepped into the foyer.

"Captain on the deck!" Kiska shouted.

If Sean hadn't already been standing still he would have stopped cold in his tracks. The ghosts were already there. For two full seconds he was absolutely certain that the woman in front of him was his dead ex-wife Jeri.

NRPG: Character Development. Lena, hope you have fun with that one.

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Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: This Could Be Fun!

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.327

MD: Post Mission

Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD

<<<old>>>

If Sean hadn't already been standing still he would have stopped cold in his tracks. The ghosts were already there. For two full seconds he was absolutely certain that the woman in front of him was his dead ex-wife Jeri.

<<<new>>>

Jack looked over at his XO who was doing an excellent imitation of a statue. A statue who’s mouth hung open. It was an absolute train wreck and Jack had to fight the desire to reach over and push the man’s chin up. For a second he didn’t know who he felt worse for Sean or the nurse who stood staring in front of them. But then it hit him, he felt bad for Kiska. Afterall this was a whole new level of awkward. On the other hand he felt extremely happy for himself. This obviously was something hitting Sean and he looked forward to twisting his tail about it.

“Everything alright commander?” Jack asked, the model of innocence.

“I think the wound in my leg is playing up.” Sean stammered.

Jack nodded. “I thought it might be. Good thing we made it to sickbay. Perhaps Miss Kiska could take a look at it for you?”

NRPG:

Brian: back at ya!

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Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: OK This is Awkward

by Brian V. Mansur

SD: 2260.327

MD: Post Mission

Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD

"Certainly," Kiska replied sunnily. "I'll be happy to get you prepped for the doc. If you'll come right this way we'll get you into an examination gown."

Jack was positive that Sean gulped. He did visibly shiver when Kiska took him by the arm to lead him off to the exam room.

"Um, yeah, um," Sean stammered, "I think I'll just ride it a while. I'm probably just imagining it or something. Ghost pain you know."

Kiska stopped and looked adorably perplexed for a moment. Then she shrugged into a smile and said, "No problem sir, I'll just get the doctor."

Stile came in a half minute later alone. The first words out of Sean's mouth were, "Tequila. Plain. Now. That's a fraking order Stile."

NRPG: As a Christian, allow me to take this moment to say that I in no way endorse the consumption of alcohol to the point of inebriation (but it sure as heck makes for great comedy).

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Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: It is Always Best to be Sure

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.327

MD: Post Mission

Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD

<<<old>>>

Stile came in a half minute later alone. The first words out of Seans mouth were, "Tequila. Plain. Now. That's a fraking order Stile."

<<<new>>>

The doctor looked at Jack, turned to Sean and then back to Jack. “Did I miss something important?”

“Oh you missed something.” Jack grinned. “I’m not sure what but I’m dying to find out. It has something to do with your new nurse.”

“Really.” Corbett replied “Do tell.”

“Yes Sean.” Jack added “We’re all ears.”

“Why don’t you two go and…” He paused as Kiska came back in.

“I’m sorry sirs.” She said looking at all three of them. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.

“Not at all nurse. In fact I was just about to call you. I think it best if I give the first officer here a quick once over. Could you take him over to Exam One and get him ready for a quick work up?”

“Of course doctor.’ She smiled. “Right this way commander.”

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CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Shut Up and Take Your Medicine

by Steve Apple, Brian V. Mansur, and Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.327

MD: Post Mission

<<<NRPG: This post meshes Andy's "It is Always Best to be Sure" and Steve Apple's draft>>>

Seconds before, Corbett had stood in his office doorway just out of sight from the main sickbay and watched the interchange between his nurse and his friend.

Smiling a toothy grin Stile entered sickbay and heard Sean say. "Tequila. Plain. Now. That's a fraking order Stile."

The doctor looked at Jack, turned to Sean and then back to Jack. “Did I miss something important?”

“Oh you missed something.” Jack grinned. “I’m not sure what but I’m dying to find out. It has something to do with your new nurse.”

“Really.” Corbett replied “Do tell.”

“Yes Sean.” Jack added “We’re all ears.”

“Why don’t you two go and…” He paused as Kiska came back in.

“I’m sorry sirs.” She said looking at all three of them. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.

“Not at all nurse. In fact I was just about to call you. I think it best if I give the first officer here a quick once over. Could you take him over to Exam One and get him ready for a quick work up?”

“Of course doctor.’ She smiled. “Right this way commander.”

"Hey wait a minute." Merrick complained.

"Sorry Sean," Corbett said with a smirk directed toward Jack, "But I overheard you complain about that leg. No alcohol until it's looked at. Kiska take Commander Merrick and put him in a gown. No skiveys as we need to probe the entire thigh."

"That's an order Sean," Jack said.

Stile quickly added, "Go with the nice nurse and be a good boy. Doctor Kavilin will be with you shortly."

"What you're not going to look..."

"No" Corbett said cutting him off. "I'm off duty and am going to drink with the Captain."

Sean was about to protest again when he saw the look of total conspiratorial glee in both men's eyes.

Terrific, he thought. Why did she have to look so much like Jeri? He decided he had better resign himself. It wasn't as if she'd be doing much more than taking his pulse and history.

"You know what," Stile said turning back at the door of his office, the captain visibly supressing a chuckle. "Kiska, I need you to do a complete workup on Commander Merrick. He's due for a head to toe physical after that ordeal down planet. Take your time because we don't want to miss anything."

Sean impressed Stile and Jack by how quickly his face turned red.

"Nurse please see to it that Commander Merrick undresses completely." Corbett said smiling a toothy grin.

"Hey wait a minute!" Merrick sqeaked.

"Sorry Sean, but down here I give the orders and you sar need to go with my nurse and get naked." Corbett tried to say with a straight face. "Don't worry Kiska will be gentle until Dr. Kavilin sees you." With that, Jack and Stile left for the stash in the doctor's office.

"I'll get you for this." Merrick whispered under his breath.

NRPG: I've got to get some work done now guys ;-) I'll put something up about his time with Kiska a little later. Lena, if you're there, let us know.

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Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS

and

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

and

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Hasty Retreat

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.327

Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD

The doctor and captain managed to make it all the way into Stile’s office and get the door closed before they both collapsed into laughter. The laughter lasted for longer then it should have but it was an excellent release for both of them after such a stressful mission.

“Did you see the look on his face?” Jack asked

“No I was doing busy looking at the look on yours.” Stile replied chuckling.

“I do have to warn you that he has unfettered access to the weapons locker.”

Stile waved away the concern. “I’m not worried. He’d never shoot his pusher.” He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle and two glasses. “So whats it all about? School yard crush.” He poured the drinks and pushed one over to Jack before pushing the bottle into the middle of the desk.

“I honestly don’t know. We were both on our way down to crash your liquor cabinet and we walked straight into her. Sean froze, his chin hit the floor and then you walked in. I don’t know if it’s a crush and ex or something in between.”

“Well I don’t think Kiska knows him from a hole in the ground.”

“She’s about too.” Both men lost themselves in laughter once again.

Brian: I figure this wouldn't impact whatever you have planned.

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Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Inebriation is a Hell of an Excuse

by Steve Apple

SD: 2260.327

MD: Post Mission

Scene: CMO's Office

Corbett was laughing so hard it was almost impossible for him to light his cigar. Passing the cutter and lighter to Steele he let out an appreciative puff of smoke and said, "I'm sorry, but this is too good to miss."

"What, you're not going to spy on him are you?" Steele asked as the tip of his cigar intermittently lit with a cherry glow as he puffed it appreciatively.

"Hell yeah, you think I'm going to miss him stammer his way through her initial exam." Corbett said with glee.

"Damn it Doctor, I'm the commanding officer here and should be included," Steele said as he broke out into another fit of laughter.

"Please, this is too good not to share," Corbett said as he turned his vidscreen so the two could watch Commander Merrick.

"That gown is awfully short," Steele said with a whistle.

"Yeah and its pretty blue color is a great contrast to his red blushing skin, don't ya think." Corbett snorted trying to contain his laughter.

"Shhhh I want to hear what they say," Steele said downing his first glass of Tequila.

"You know he's going to get us back for this at least twice as hard," Corbett said downing his glass as well.

"Can you record this?" Steele asked as he filled his glass again.

"Way ahead of you Boss." Corbett said as he hit the red button to the left of the screen.

NRPG: This is way too fun to let go of.

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Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Hot Nurses Are Hard to Ignore

by Brian V. Mansur

SD: 2260.327

Scene: The Bowels of Sickbay, USS HOOD

Kiska, was trying ... rather hard ... not to laugh and at the same time feel embarrassed for both Sean and herself.

She'd received plenty of panting attention from men before. But something about Sean's reaction to her was different and she wasn't sure what yet. Maybe it was simply a senior officer reeling in his unexpected fancy for her. Judging by his flustrated face, he was grabbing it by the throat and ruthlessly wrestling it to the ground. Then again, she mused, with men it could just as easily be gas.

Sean, for his part, was sitting very, very quietly, staring almost catatonically forward while she did a fully sensor survey on him.

He was a nice looking guy. Not necessarily her type, but nice. But no matter what mischief Stile thought he was going to cook up here, she wasn't going to give that jerk the satisfaction. How FIVE women on board had already flocked to him, she couldn't fathom. He was a charming fork tongued snake and after his stunt tonight, she was going to be telling Mother on him.

Maybe she and Mother would get the transporter crew to beam a mass of cold water over his bed in the night. She and a girlfriend had done it to some boy trouble in the Academy. Twice.

Kiska giggled at the memory ... and inadvertantly dropped her sensor probe. Right on Sean's crotch.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Before Kiska realized what she'd done, Sean was on his feet hobbling butt naked around the exam room and moaning in excruiating agony.

Elsewhere in sickbay, laughter was leaking past what was supposed to be a sound proofed door.

NRPG: OK Lena, sorry, but I couldn't resist posting this. Please don't kill me. And it is official I think: Sean is the HOOD's Butt Monkey (see tvtropes.org for def). Oh, Steve, I liked your title so much that I used it here in your honor.

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LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Grapevine

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.327

MD: Post Mission

Scene: Main Shuttlebay

“I know how you got stuck with this crap detail but I don’t know why I’m here!” Crewman Bennis whined for at least the third time in the last fifteen minutes.

Corey Campbell bit his tongue as he had done every other time and continued to wipe down the interior of the shuttle NIMITZ.

“I’m not even in this department!” Bennis complained. “I’m a warp technician. This is not work for a work technician.”

“You’re a warp technician assistant.” Corey was getting to his breaking point. “Third class.” He added as he paused to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. “And as for why you’re here it’s for the same reason I am. You pissed off the wrong people.”

“You heard what happened on this shuttle didn’t you? Something crazy went down on the planet. Something unnatural.”

“Like what?” Campbell asked. He had of course already hacked into the ship’s logs and new exactly what had occurred. But he was curious to see what the grapevine had invented.

“I don’t know exactly.” Bennis leaned forward. “But I do know that some of the officers were possessed and they had an exorcism on this shuttle.” He pointed to one of the benches.

“A what?” Corey laughed. “Buddy you’ve been watching too many vids.”

“Why else do you think they beamed aboard this shuttle first. They had to make sure they drove out the evil spirits. I heard that planet was some sort of alien death camp.”

Corey was laughing so hard he had to sit down. “You’re right that’s what happened. I can see it now. The senior officers all cramped together in this shuttle. They’re all holding hands and chanting while the unlucky possessed one is spewing curses and damnations. All while Dr. Corbett is standing in the back his tricorder held high as he mutters religious incantations and orders out the evil spirits. Ya, that’s exactly what happened.”

“You can laugh all you want but I talked to someone and they always have the scoop. And who knows where those spirits went to? What if they’re still lingering.” He looked around nervously. “Do you want to be possessed?” Bennis demanded.

“If it gets me off this detail, sure why not!”

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CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Bennis is an Unlucky Name

SD: 2260.327

Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD

[Bridge to Sickbay. Medical Emergency. Incoming transport from shuttlecraft NIMITZ.]

The laughter in the doctor's office came to almighty sobering halt. "What the frak!" Stile cursed as he slammed the door panel and bounded out to answer the call.

He came up short to a horrific scene. Campbell was in a heap on the ground, blood covering his shoulder. Next to him, a crewman was shaking violently and groaning inchoerently. From behind a nearby exam curtain Sean stumbled out followed by a shocked looking Kiska.

"Campbell!" Jack bellowed. "What the Hell happened!?"

Campbell looked pasty white with terror.

"I ... I ... don't know. We were working and he attacked me!"

"What do you mean Campbell?" a still back bare Sean demaned. "What were you doing and where?"

"The ... the shuttle. The one you beamed up to. I think Bennis is possessed."

"How the hell do you know ..." Stile began then stopped short. "Damn it to hell! Stile! Is he or isn't he? We're fraked if one of those things got aboard!"

At that moment, Bennis shot up screaming in an unworldly voice, and lurched madly at Keska. He grabbed hold of her with both arms and was leaning in close as though trying to bite her face.

Sean body checked Bennis, hoping to throw the crazed man off the nurse. It brought them all in heap onto the floor. Bennis came loose from Kiska and started wrestling with Sean.

"Tranquilizer coming through damn it!" Stile shouted. Despite the rolling that Sean and Bennis were doing around Kiska, the doctor's aim was true. In five long seconds, Bennis fell still.

Jack watched in dread, expecting the mist to leave Bennis at any moment. But it didn't happen. In fact, in a few moments, Bennis actually started snoring.

"Damn it to hell!" Jack cursed. "What just happened here? Stile. I need to know." Stile was already grabbing a tricorder.

That was when Campbell began babbling between wimpers. "I was, I was, I was just telling him about the ghosts you know. And he was working and I sort of dropped a hydrospanner and behind him and there was this flash."

"Jack he's clean," Stile said.

"What?"

"He's clean. I think he got an electrical zap. Check out his hand where it is burned." He turned angrily to Campbell. "I'm guessing between the power surge and our friend's spook tales, he got scared into a frenzy."

"Damn you Campbell," Sean started, "I swear I'm gonna ..." Sean stopped cold. Cold, because he was feeling cold. There was ... a draft.

"Um, Sean," Stile said quietly. "There is a lady in the room."

Stile didn't bother looking down, but he knew his gown was still there clutched weakly in Bennis' hands. And so was Kiska. Who was looking up. Who was probably 2 shades of rouge darker than the red alert lights just about now.

"Aw frak it," Sean spat. "And with all the dignity he could muster, he turned around and went back into his exam room for his clothes.

NRPG: Hope you enjoyed the show. Good night everybody! 14 posts in one night for the HOOD

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LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703

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