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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "What Was That?"==
===by Scott Lusby===
SD: 2260.277
MD: 5.1426
Setting: Planet surface, Velorum IV
<<snip- from Andy's last psot, entitled "The First Discovery">>
"Commander!" He said coming to a halt and turning back to look down the dry
river bed. "I'm picking up three humanoid bodies 50 meters ahead. They're
given off readings I don't really understand but it looks like their dead sir."
Two minutes later a crouching Dr. Corbett looked up at Sean. "It seems I have
to concur with Mr. Lowl's diagnosis. These poor bastards have been dead for
several days."
"What killed them doctor?" Merrick asked.
Stile rose from his crouch and snapped his tricorder closed. "I have no idea."
<<snip- new material>>
Gar Th'elenth strode up next to the crouching doctor. "What do you mean, you
have 'no idea'?"
Corbett looked up at the blue-skinned engineer. "I mean that, according to the
readings I just got, this man should still be buckin' broncs. There is nothing
wrong with this person. Nothing at all."
Th'elenth's antennae pitched forward slightly. "That's impossible."
Stile stood up. "I know that," he said. "I need to do a full autopsy on this
man before I know anything more definitive- I hope," he added. Then, the doctor
turned and had a corpsman begin preparing the body for removal.
Gar turned around, and, wiping his brow, regarded the pyramid in the distance.
As he stared, trying to make sense of its massive form levitating off the
ground, a slight breeze brushed past his moistened neck, causing the white hairs
on the back of his pale blue skin to stand.
At least he **thought** it was a breeze.
"What was that?" he hissed, a little more panic in his voice than he'd like to
admit.
His eyes darted to and fro, but all he noticed was the wind pushing the sandy
bottom of the dry riverbed in the general direction of the pyramid.
Senses now on full alert, Gar walked forward, toe to heel, phaser drawn in one
hand and tricorder extended in frotn of him with the other.
He noticed the new body at the same moment the tricorder chirped.
"Hey Doc!" Gar shouted. "I have another one here!"
The body was sprawled out, face-down in the river bed, arnms thrown foreward, as
if he was cut down while in a dead run...
As if he were fleeing something.
Instinctively, Gar's eyes rose fromt he body, back in the direction from which
the man run.
Once again, his eyes settled on the pyramid.
As Doctor Corbett arrived, Gar said over his shoulder, "I hope we have plenty of
security with us."
"Why?"
Gar's gaze never left the pyramid. "I have a feeling we'll need them."
Privately, he hoped they'd make a difference.
<<TIMELINE>>
MD 5.1426- Th'elenth finds another body and gets spooked by the pyramid.
<<NRPG>>
All- Come on, let's get this thing going...
Steve- dropped a hook or two in there for you. Let me know if you want to do
anything special with this.
Respectfully Submitted,
-- Scott Lusby
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth
Chief Engineer
USS HOOD NCC-1703
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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Fly By

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2260.275

MD. 5.1330

Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD

"Captain I have a suggestion."

Jack set his coffee down on the armrest and scrutinized the helm officer. Ming had only been aboard for a few days but seemed to be fitting into the HOOD team seamlessly.

"What do you have on your mind lieutenant?"

"Well sir, given the lack of results ship's sensors are providing I suggest sending a shuttle down into the lower atmosphere. We could get low enough that we could do sensor sweeps of the area in the hopes of gleaning more information."

Jack rubbed his chin and considered the request. Ming was right, they were having trouble with ship board sensors. Something down there was definitely interfering. But was it necessary? Not entirely, he decided. They already had a large survey team down at the site and so far at least their tricorder's seemed to have no problem with sensor scans. On the other hand the tricorder's range was somewhat limited and they still had no idea what they were facing. And there was the small matter of the dead bodies the team had just reported. That discovery had had a disquieting effect on the crew especially given the doctor's inability to determine what had happened to them. Still it wasn't really necessary. He looked back at the expectant Lee. Of course it wouldn't hurt either.

"I take it you're volunteering to pilot the shuttle?"

"Yes sir. I'll take a long a science officer with me."

Jack nodded. "Do it."


<<<NRPG>>>


Just a quick post (see how easy it is? HINT HINT)

so everyone has a job. XO, CMO and ENG are on the planet. CSO and SCI haven't really been placed anywhere so I leave it to you two to decide. And of course everyone can field a NPC either on the team or on the ship.

Also, last week I removed our NAV and HELM officers form the mailing list as they obviously decided against joining...and didn't feel it necessary to reply to any of my emails. Scott in his ORIGINS CO hat has written them one last time in the hopes there was some confusion and they will be able to jump in. I'm hopeful, but sadly think they are not with us. So given our small numbers it is increasingly important that we all keep up the posting levels...and if you can find someone to join us you get a medal! ;-)

Ok I'm doing final preparation for my vacation so I am likely now offline...try not to miss me!  ;-)

Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "What Was That?"

by Scott Lusby

SD: 2260.277

MD: 5.1426

Setting: Planet surface, Velorum IV


<<snip- from Andy's last psot, entitled "The First Discovery">>

"Commander!" He said coming to a halt and turning back to look down the dry river bed. "I'm picking up three humanoid bodies 50 meters ahead. They're given off readings I don't really understand but it looks like their dead sir."

Two minutes later a crouching Dr. Corbett looked up at Sean. "It seems I have to concur with Mr. Lowl's diagnosis. These poor bastards have been dead for several days."

"What killed them doctor?" Merrick asked.

Stile rose from his crouch and snapped his tricorder closed. "I have no idea."

<<snip- new material>>

Gar Th'elenth strode up next to the crouching doctor. "What do you mean, you have 'no idea'?"

Corbett looked up at the blue-skinned engineer. "I mean that, according to the readings I just got, this man should still be buckin' broncs. There is nothing wrong with this person. Nothing at all."

Th'elenth's antennae pitched forward slightly. "That's impossible."

Stile stood up. "I know that," he said. "I need to do a full autopsy on this man before I know anything more definitive- I hope," he added. Then, the doctor turned and had a corpsman begin preparing the body for removal.

Gar turned around, and, wiping his brow, regarded the pyramid in the distance. As he stared, trying to make sense of its massive form levitating off the ground, a slight breeze brushed past his moistened neck, causing the white hairs on the back of his pale blue skin to stand.

At least he **thought** it was a breeze.

"What was that?" he hissed, a little more panic in his voice than he'd like to admit.

His eyes darted to and fro, but all he noticed was the wind pushing the sandy bottom of the dry riverbed in the general direction of the pyramid.

Senses now on full alert, Gar walked forward, toe to heel, phaser drawn in one hand and tricorder extended in frotn of him with the other.

He noticed the new body at the same moment the tricorder chirped.

"Hey Doc!" Gar shouted. "I have another one here!"

The body was sprawled out, face-down in the river bed, arnms thrown foreward, as if he was cut down while in a dead run...

As if he were fleeing something.

Instinctively, Gar's eyes rose fromt he body, back in the direction from which the man run.

Once again, his eyes settled on the pyramid.

As Doctor Corbett arrived, Gar said over his shoulder, "I hope we have plenty of security with us."

"Why?"

Gar's gaze never left the pyramid. "I have a feeling we'll need them."

Privately, he hoped they'd make a difference.



<<TIMELINE>>

MD 5.1426- Th'elenth finds another body and gets spooked by the pyramid.


<<NRPG>>

All- Come on, let's get this thing going...

Steve- dropped a hook or two in there for you. Let me know if you want to do anything special with this.


Respectfully Submitted,

-- Scott Lusby

/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth

Chief Engineer

USS HOOD NCC-1703

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