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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Fireside Chat

by Lena Rose and Brian V. Mansur

SD 2261.054

Scene: FIrst Officer's Quarter's, USS HOOD

"Pardon me sir for being blunt, but I think I'm owed an explanation as to what is going on."

"Miss Saxman, you don't owe me any courtesy right now. My ass is drunk and you just saved it from a letter of reprimand."

"Not so drunk if you're able to talk this much, sir" she retorted, not able to find it in herself to completely break protocol.

He shrugged at the point. "Maybe I didn't have as much as I thought." He looked at the bottle on the bed stand and tried to remember how much had been in it to begin with. "And I took a little something the doctor gave me. Maybe it is working."

Kiska shook her head in disbelief. “You know better than to mix drugs and alcohol.”

Again he shrugged.

Frustrated by his ‘so what’ demeanor, she huffed away a stray strand of hair that had slipped from her ponytail. “I don’t understand. Why are you doing this to yourself?”

“It’s personal, Miss Saxman.” He said quietly and then hiccupped. “Excuse me.”

“Personal? Personal!” she bit back flinging her ponytail over her shoulder with a ‘to hell to protocol’. “Not when it affects me as well!”

He held up his hands as though defending himself from a pistol whipping.

"Nurse. Take a look at me. Do you really want to get acquainted with my demons? Don't you think you would be happier to leave it at a sincere apology?"

Kiska thought about it for a second. She'd met enough substance abusers in her career to know how to handle them.

"That isn't going to solve our problem. Respectfully sir, you're going to get help one way or the other. I will *not* spend the rest of my tour of duty worrying about what a drunk man might be doing with the ship that my life depends upon. I deserve more consideration than that. I already worry enough for my patients because of how the doctor abuses

• himself*. So unless you want me to go straight to Mother with this, start talking. Sir."

Even half drunk, Sean knew he had no choice. It would take no time at all for Mother to get her hands on the flight recorder for the deck he'd broken down on. And if the Captain knew ...."

"You're a dead ringer for my dead ex-wife," he said with a dry mouth. "She died on Vulcan when Nero hit it. She was only there because we couldn't make things work out."

Kiska was in no mood now for sympathy.

"So that's it? That's what all this is about? You screwed up in life like the rest of us. By bad luck something worse than usual happened because of it. And suddenly there is nothing for it but pity parties with irresponsibility and self-medication?"

Sean did not answer.

Kiska thought she was going to pull her hair out at the commander's pathetic behavior, but forced herself to be calm and at least somewhat sensitive. "She loved you didn't she? Do you think she wanted you to be like this?"

"No. She wouldn't."

Kiska shook her head. "Mother has had this talk with you already. Hasn't she."

Sean looked up startled.

"Thought so. I'd wondered what was going on the other day when she'd locked down sickbay. She spent what, about 4 hours with you? You know, I don't think I have that kind of patience. Nurse your pet guilty conscious if you must. But you're either the XO of this ship or you're not."

She waited for him to say something. He hiccupped again, but when it was evident that he had nothing to say for himself, she got up to leave.

"Saxman," Sean said suddenly.

Exasperated she stopped and turned. "What, sir."

He looked up at her. The corner of his mouth twitched upward. "You're going to make a kick-ass head nurse someday."

"And you'll make a great XO when get your head out of your butt sir. And while you are at it, why don't you go get some religion in your life. It is obvious that you still believe someone is up there. What I see you doing in the next few days will make up my mind just what if anything I am going to tell Mother. Good luck and good morning Commander.

As Kiska stepped outside, she started to tremble a little. She, a junior lieutenant, had just told off her superior officer big time. She didn't know if she should be proud, scared, or both.

NRPG: See if *you* can spot Brian's tip of the hat to that "magnificient bastard" Ron Moore (see def in TVTropes.org).

Respectfully Submitted,

Lena Rose

LTjg. Kiska Saxman

Nurse, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

and

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Texan Is Still A Texan

by Steve Apple

SD: 2261.057

Scene: CMO’s Quarters

Corbett sat at the desk in his quarters sipping from his glass of tequila. He was off duty and enjoying a slight reprieve from the stresses of being the head of medical. Putting his feet up on the desk he saw the blue light under his desk blinking as he shifted into position.

"John," Corbett said almost imperceptibly, the anger in voice unmistakable. "If you don't want me to bolt an eye patch into your other, good eye, I suggest you stop bugging my quarters."

[It's my job as head of security] DeSimms' voice said almost immediately through the speaker of the comm. unit. [Also doctor, I'd be careful who you threaten.]

"Let's make this quite clear." Corbett smiled and adjusted his hat. "There ain't another living soul on this ship that can match your personal arsenal, but me. Also as cousin to the Texas party leader, any little assassination attempt you try on me will be investigated to the fullest and met out with Texas justice."

[Accidents do happen, even to doctors]

"Yes that is true; however, red jackets are notorious for getting themselves quite dead, quite often."

[Seems once again we are at a stalemate Stile. However, one day either me, or one of my operatives will change that.]

"You just keep thinking that way John and maybe one day it will happen. Until then I'd keep one eye open." Corbett paused for a moment and chuckled. "That's right you only have one eye. Well then if I were you I'd make damn sure you don't lose that one too, Corbett out."

With that Corbett opened the top drawer to his desk and pulled out a box with a red button and depressed it. There was a loud squeal and the blue light under his desk signaling the working operation of DeSimms' listening device went black.

DeSimms was a worthy foe, he thought and quite deadly; however, he had his female operatives infiltrate even the highest levels of the Security department. DeSimms might be quite shocked to learn one day that his top subordinates had untimely deaths in their beds. Then again, Corbett thought, perhaps it might be me that is surprised one day and DeSimms’ security forces will incinerate me in my own sickbay.

"Until then messier Cyclops." Corbett said out loud as he raised his glass.

"Another bout with DeSimms?"

Corbett turned his head to his sleeping area where he heard the raspy sweet voice. The bedside lamp came on and the soft white light cast an elegant glow on the naked green skin that arose from the bed.

"I'm sorry if that little exchange awoke you Alia. John and I were just expressing a difference of opinion. You see he likes being the resident badass of the ship; however, I get no small pleasure out of reminding him that his intimidation tactics fall quite short when it comes to me."

"He is very dangerous Stile and should be eliminated," Alia said seriously.

"I don't know. He has his purpose. He makes the subversives think twice and his attitude toward Jack pushes the Captain firmly in my camp."

"That is another foolish move on your part." Alia exclaimed coming forward into Corbett's work area. "Steele is unstable and has shown as much time and time again. I have been your wife for several years and still do not understand the bond you two have."

"Quite the contrary sweetness, Jack is very sane. When the demons of Velorum came a calling, he pulled me out and stuck with me until we nuked the bastards. I owe him my life at least twice over." Corbett said then paused. "Now don't get me wrong. If I ever stood in the way of his ambition he would surely not think twice about burning me, but up until that point the Captain has been a friend."

"And Sean has he not been there too."

Corbett took another sip from his glass. "Sean is a different matter altogether. We've been friends since we were 5 years old, our fathers served in the party together. Sean is like a brother to me. He is the reason I am on this ship."

"And do you not think Steele sees that. Between Sean and you, Steele could quite easily be removed from power. No one would question your word if you relieved him of command."

"Ah yes the CMO's prerogative to remove a Commander. Well my dear it is not as easy as you think to carry that out. Besides even if successful there would be inquiries and paperwork and you know how I feel about paperwork."

"Yes I know. Mother complains to me quite often about that."

"She's lucky I love her like I do." Corbett said and then paused to take another sip from his glass. "Does she tell you about all my short comings?"

"Quite often." The Orion said as she slid into his lap. "But you still haven't answered my question."

"There is nothing to answer Alia. Jack is clever and a bit paranoid. He has tested both mine and Sean's loyalty on numerous occasions. He trusts us about as much as a man like him can trust anyone. Also he knows that eliminating us would mean a new set of officers taking our positions and they might not be as loyal."

"Do you not want to advance in power?" She asked while kissing his neck.

"For what reason? We have money and not an insubstantial amount at that. We have property: a very large ranch and by virtue of being in the military, respect."

"You could be a Governor with a sovereignty of your own."

"Yes I could; however, then I would have to put up with people always asking for something, taxes to be collected, not to mention assassination attempts." He paused a moment when he saw her frown. "I know it's every Orion girl's dream and duty to enslave her man and force him to do stupid things like grab for power, but."

"It doesn't seem to work well with you." She added interrupting him. "Maybe I should find an ambitious man to bed."

"Unfortunately for you," Corbett said caressing her back. "You fell in love and can't quite come to grips with that fact. I fear you are stuck in this marriage, how unlucky you are."

"Yes how unlucky I am." She finished as she kissed him deeply.

[Steele to Corbett] The metallic voice of the Captain interrupting them.

"Jack as always your timing is impeccable." Corbett mumbled hitting the comm. unit as he kissed his wife's neck.

[Tell Alia to get off your lap, I need you down in briefing room 3 immediately.]

"Don't tell me you have my quarters bugged too."

[I don't need to. I know how you are]

"Yes well at least I am consistent. Something important I take it."

[You, Merrick, Gar, and I are going down to a planet to acquire some stones. Normally I'd tell one of my officers that I don't need to explain myself and that when I say report you do it. However, we'll be using the transporter and I know how you need to prepare yourself.]

"How very kind of you Jack, I am on my way, Corbett out."

Alia slid off his lap allowing him to stand. "Duty calls," she said.

Corbett straightened his uniform jacket and attempted to button his top collar.

Reflexively she reached out and buttoned it for him then stood back to appraise him. He looked handsome although she hated these uniforms. The form fitting blue jacket had a thin vertical leather shoulder strap that ran from his right shoulder across the jacket to the left side of his belt, it made him look so formal. She smoothed the high half collar which came to a v in the font and used her finger to polish the 2 crossed sword pins indicating his rank. Stepping back she looked at him again and absently smoothed the assignment emblem on his left breast. For a moment she traced the intertwining circles that made up the Hood's designation and stopped at the cross centered within, his departments designation. "You and Sean could take this ship."

"Yes and someone could then take it from us. The system is flawed Alia and quite inhumane."

"I wouldn't go about saying that out loud my love or you might find yourself in one of DeSimms' interrogation rooms."

"I am a third generation party member, which gives even that thug pause." Corbett said as he tucked his black pants into the flared boots which ended just below his knees.

"Exactly my point, imagine the accolades he would get by bringing someone like you to justice for openly criticizing the party."

"No my dear, I think John's hatred of me runs much deeper than that. He wants something that will allow him to torture me at length, defile my wife, and confiscate my property. In short he wants to catch me in a traitorous act."

"You are no traitor." She said immediately.

"And what if I was?" He asked her as he crossed over to the bathroom and injected himself with a low dose tranquilizer.

"First off, hard core traitors aren't afraid of transporters." She said giggling as she watched him.

"Maybe I'm a hard core traitor that likes shuttle craft."

"Secondly you never come to the meetings."

Coming back from the bathroom he appraised her and had to laugh. "God help me, but I do love you."He said and then kissed her again his hand moving below her back.

"You've got the Captain to meet." She said pulling his hand way. "Now go,"

Adjusting his hat he turned to leave, but heard her soft voice before the door closed. "I'd be proud of you."

<<NRPG>>

Just a little CD for the alternate Corbett. Dan I was not trying to write for you, but you kind of came out like Sulu in the TOS Mirror/ Mirror, the scary evil despot of security. I thought it kind of cool, you are the heavy everyone has to get around.

Respectfully Submitted

Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS HOOD-1703

ASR Origins

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Dropping On To The Bridge

by Harry Iha

SD: 2261.057

SCENE: Bridge

MD: 01.1425 (while the away team was on the mining facility)

One of the many indicators on the communications panel lazily flashed, alerting the operator to an incoming message. In one well-practiced motion, ITCS Sheila Jefferson's left hand deftly opened the channel while her right hand plugged the Feinberger into her ear. She listened for a moment, acknowledged the transmission, then transferred the channel to the flight deck. "LT Zade, Viper 34 is on final approach."

Viper 34 was the second of two long-range shuttles carrying the crewmembers that missed HOOD's departure from Starbase 10. "Thank you, Senior," acknowledged LT Zade, the chief navigator.

Upon hearing the announcement, security chief DeSimms headed for the turbolift. "Lieutenant," asked Jefferson, "are you going to meet the shuttle?"

When HOOD hastily departed the starbase with only six hours notice, she left behind about two dozen crew members who were not able to get back aboard in time. Viper 34 carried seven of LT DeSimms' security force. "I am, Senior."

"Good. Could you ask ENS Tamura to report here straight away and make sure he is pointed in the right direction?" The senior chief's request drew chuckles across the bridge. By now, the entire bridge crew--and most of the ship--had heard the story of Tamura's aborted arrival and subsequent disappearance.

"I'll see to it that our wandering ensign doesn't get lost," grinned DeSimms as he stepped into the turbolift.

SCENE: Bridge

MD: 01.1635

The turbolift doors parted and ENS Yoshi Tamura gingerly stepped across the threshold onto the bridge. He had never been to the bridge of a starship before. The dumbstruck ensign stood a moment and soaked it all in. His first impression was how clean and sparse it was. As a techie, there was always clutter in his work areas: circuits waiting to be repaired or tested, piles of data chips, and gear tucked into the nooks and crannies instead of being stowed in their proper cubicles.

A friendly slap on the shoulder pulled Tamura from his reverie. "Yep, you made the big time, kid." DeSimms pointed to Senior Chief Jefferson, seated at the communication station. "Don't keep your new boss waiting." The security chief gave Jefferson a quick nod, then stepped back into the turbolift, leaving Tamura behind.

"Welcome aboard, Ensign," greeted the comms LCPO.

"Senior Chief Jefferson," said Tamura, stepping forward and shaking her hand. "Thank you for the message before you left. I was really worried there for a minute."

"No problem, Sir. Look, we need to get this hand over done quickly, 'cause I need to get below decks and then get some shuteye before I bite someone's head off." Jefferson spent the next ten minutes giving Tamura a status report and turning over her station.

"Okay, that covers everything. Remember, everything's in the log. Just keep an eye on the away team frequencies; the computer will alert you to anything else. IT1 Blake will be here to relieve you at 2200. When you're done, come back to your office and we'll go over the rest of the stuff. Good to go?"

Tamura nodded. It was a whirlwind of information, especially after a two day trip on a cramped shuttle. He had hoped to take a nap-- and a shower--before having to report for duty. Not to mention his surprise at taking the bridge comm station. "I think I got it, Senior, thanks. And if I get lost, I'll just look in the log."

Jefferson gave Tamura a critical eye. 'Perhaps the new butter bar will work out okay after all,' she thought. "Alright, I'll see you at 2200."

"Okay. Ah...just one question, Senior."

"Shoot."

"When do I get to meet the department head?"

Jefferson's jaw dropped and a frown quickly wrinkled her forehead. 'And then again, maybe not.' "Ensign, _you_ are the department head."

It was Tamura's turn to drop his jaw. He remained speechless and motionless for a few seconds before violently shaking his head to again clear out that pesky ear wax. "What?"

The senior chief shook her head. "I'll see you at 2200, Ensign. We'll go over everything then." Jefferson spun on her heels and quickly departed, leaving Tamura and his hanging jaw behind.

NRPG:

Daniel: I'm caught up. I'll send you a proto in the next day or two.

Respectfully Submitted,

ENS Yoshi Tamura

Communications Department Head

USS HOOD NCC-1703

ITCS Sheila Jefferson

Communications Department LCPO

USS HOOD NCC-1703

http://boi.alt-starfleet-rpg.org/ORIGINS:_USS_Hood

Harry I. Iha

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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Turning Back - JP

by Steve Apple and Brian V. Mansur

SD 2261.059

Scene: First Officer's Quarter's, USS HOOD

Sean was grateful to Steele for giving him his weekly day off early. It was a good thing too because he spent the next three waking hours vomiting, the following 7 sleeping, and pretty much the rest of the day on his knees praying.

He reflected on the previous two years of his pathetic life. What was he living for now? Himself? His work? Some vague idea that if he kept busy he could ignore the emptiness in his heart?

Then there was his encounter with Kiska: it had proven that he wasn't even doing any of those things very well anymore. Single handedly he'd cast himself into hell. He had nurtured his demons, that was for sure, and he hadn't helped himself get right by spending most of his free time with an immoral scoundrel like Corbett: a man who reveled in both his excesses of liquor and women.

Thinking about Corbett made his both smile and scowl at the same time. Damn him and his cowboy logic, he thought. I was fine until he pointed out my failure to grieve. Could it have been that simple? He wasn't so sure. Since the divorce, he had forgotten how to be happy. He had forgotten what happiness was even like.

God damn it all. Literally.

His Jeri was gone. Dead. So which was better to believe? That she was lost to oblivion or that there was hope she might be in a better place? Was there any point in even believing this was all there was to life? He'd always believed that hedonism was merely a "carpe diem" existentialism which, in turn, was really just nihilism in denial. So what was holding him back from leaving that tired heading to nowhere?

What indeed.

He knew the answer. Pride. Anger. Disappointment. Childish spite. God had taken away the person he loved. A woman he'd already really lost to be fair, but he knew God could have led her anywhere in the galaxy. Why had it been Vulcan? How had that been part of the plan?

Damn it was he such a fool as to try and puzzle out the motives of a supreme being. Supreme Being: once he had known what that meant to trust in one and was unshaken in that belief. Maybe it was time to be that way again. His personal files held a digital copy of a Bible. Opening the file he instinctually went to the highlighted verses and side notes that he ... and sometimes Jeri ... had written there. And he found himself reading the classics of his upbringing:

He laughed at the irony of some verses given all the time he'd spent around Corbett. But he kept coming back to this quesiton: did any of this really matter, he thought as he ran his fingers over the view screen. "Why Jeri? Why her?" He lifted his weary head toward the ceiling. "Do you have an answer? Well do you?" He asked..

Hanging his head as the tears spilled, he sank further into the desk chair he sat at. God did not have to answer to him and he knew it. How exactly did he even justify criticizing an omnipotent being? What was he going to do about it even if he didn't like how God ran the show? God promised that things would work out in the end. He did not promise rose gardens until the afterlife. And to be fair, it wasn't as if Sean had shown myself to be the paragon of good behavior. So what made him think he would be able to run the universe any better?

In the end, he realized that it all amounted to this for him: hope and how to hang on to it. He needed hope that things would be alright forever some day. Anything less was trading short. Aiming too low. Anything less would be in a real way unsatisfying. And he was tired of being unsatisfied. He was tired of being empty.

"Screw this," he said before finally going to sleep at last. He didn't care that it sounded like a corny page out of a conversion pamphlet. "I'm going back to faith and Jesus."

NRPG: A very special thanks to Steve for his contributions to this post.

Respectfully Submitted Jointly,

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=

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: (H) evil Hemux

by David Martens

SD 2261.059

Scene: alternate USS HOOD, Science department

Arr'Rhiana's smile was rather terrifying to see as she held the poor thing in her hands. Wires connected to the tall head of the strange insect-like creature. It had been her favorite pet before the travel to this universe. The attack from the other ship had crippled the poor beast. A limb ripped of and a wing broken. Then she shrugged her shoulders, cocked her head and roughly ripped the wires from the beast, her face widened up and the head disapeared in her mouth. With cracking sounds she started to chew the moist, raw meat from the creatures body. If she couldn't enjoy it as her pet then she at least could have the pleasure in eating it.

Still chewing on the critter, she dropped down in the seat behind her science console and pulled up the data from the hidden cams she had installed all over the ship. Again she looked at the act of sabotage from that Trll woman, Cedria. It was clever done and Hemux nodded in respect. If she had not recorded it with her spy - cams she probably would not have noticed. Ofcourse, she had made it clear to everyone that the full responsibility of the implementation of the new system was laid on Jeri Merrick. No one could ever blame Hemux for it if anything went wrong.

She grinned and made a mental note to keep a close look on that Cedria Trill woman. Arr'Rhiana studied the data from this universe, so many similarities to her own and yet so different. Similar enough to make their ship work here and survive, different enough to have so many opportunities.

With a PADD loaded full of data, Hemux went on to Bridge.

Scene: USS HOOD, Bridge

With a look of disgust on her face she went up to DeSimms. She saluted and waited for permisison to speak, in the rough, militarized universe there was little respect for scientists, yet she was the one who held what could be their victory in her hands.

"What you want, Denobulan?" DeSimms barked to her. Hemux had to restrain herself from ripping his throat out with her teeth but she handed him the PADD "I have done some study on the physics in this alternate universe, Sir. It turns out the Matter - antimatter balance in this universe is slightly different then in ours. If we recalibrate our shields, powersystems and torpedoes it would give us a increase in power and shield efficiency."

DeSimms narrowed his eyes "I don't understand half of this crap, are you sure it will work?" Hemux shrugged her shoulders "Not complete no, after all this is an unknown, alternate universe. But I am certain enough to advice you to make the proper adjustments, certainly if you want to be victorious in a next meeting with the ships of this universe. If you have the adjustments done by qualified people, not incapable ones like those who installed the Tholian device; then I am certain we have more power for our shields, propulsion and weapons."

For a moment she thought she had gone to far in her reference to the Merrick woman. But then DeSimms nodded "Very well, I will take your suggestions in consideration. Now get back to your lab and see what you can make of the data about this system, where the best opportunities are for our next strike, analyse the data on any communications we can intercept, find out what the weaklings in this universe are up to."

Arr'Rhiana saluted and went back to her lab. Her calculations where valid, she was certain they would work and give the ship the needed boost in power and speed. And with some luck she had made it clear to DeSimms that the Merrick woman was worthless. She smiled, a dangerous looking sight with her sharp teeth and broad face. With the data she could gather here from this universe she would be able to build better weapons, better ships and with those ideas and visions, she would be able to get a aim for a position in the Souvereign Science council, finally away from this ship.

<<<NRPG>>>

And so we have a mad wicked scientist on the alternate HOOD as well...

Respectfully,

David Martens

Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux

CSciO ,

Sovereignty Fleet

USS HOOD NCC 1703

ASR ORIGINS