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[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

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