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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Unofficial Tour==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Unofficial Tour==
===by Andy Catterick===
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CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Always Wear a Bio-suit==
===by Steve Apple===
SD: 2260.245
Scene: Colony Velorum-4, Archeological Dig
The pyramid rose 400 feet in the air. The structure was truly an awesome site to the Federation Archeological Team who had found it and thought of it as a gateway to understanding the Ancients who had once inhabited this planet.
Barton Fisk the chief archeologist for the colony was pacing, his excitement and impatience were overwhelming him. He wanted to get inside that structure as soon as possible, but he understood that the excavation crew had to make sure it was safe.
“Dr. Fisk we’ve reinforced the outer structure of the door, but thought it only appropriate that you break the seal.” The crew chief said.
“Oh Bart, it’s just like being Howard Carter at the Tomb of King Tut.” The sweet feminine voice said. 
“Much better than that Alicia, Carter only unearthed a human pharaoh. I’m opening up a whole new alien culture.” He said as he took the laser hammer from the crew chief.
With assistance from the chief Fisk was able to bore through the rock of the seal. Immediately air rushed out pushing all who were close to the entrance against the rough stone of the pyramid.
When the dust had settled the excavation crew chief looked over at Fisk. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”
“What I didn’t expect was that the air smelled fresh. It should have been foul as it has been locked away for centuries.” Fisk replied.
“I don’t know about that doc.” The chief said. “It smelled like it did on the colony ship, stale and recycled.”
Fisk ignored the comment and tossed a glow stick into the chamber, lighting it. What he could see through the whole was amazing.
“What’s it look like inside Bart?” Alicia asked trying to push her way past the excavation crew.
“It’s amazing; its opulence is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It makes the tombs of the pharos pale in comparison.” He said as he stepped back and let the excavation crew open the rest of the doorway.
Fisk made sure that he was the first to enter the tomb, as he stepped across the threshold the inner chamber illuminated on its own.
Scene: CMO’s Office, USS HOOD
Corbett sat in his office with Sean Merrick; between them were two bottles of tequila, one empty and the other slightly less than half full. Both men were leaning back in their chairs, feet propped on the desk enjoying cigars.
“I tell you what Sean, that Lt. Yarith when not in panic mode is quite the passionate woman.” Corbett said blowing out a smoke ring.
“It seemed to me that she hated you.” Merrick replied
“There is a fine line between love and hate sar, but in all truth I think she dug my hat.”
“Stile please tell me you didn’t wear that while you…”
“Sar a gentleman does not speak of such things.” Corbett answered.
“So where does that leave you.” The sarcastic voice said as the door to Corbett’s office swished open.
“Captain Jack, it is always a pleasure to entertain our CO.” Corbett said not missing a beat.
“Jack” Sean said with a nod.
“I see you two are comfortable.” Steele said smiling and gave a slight nod toward the bottle.
“Where are my manners,” Corbett said handing the bottle to Steele. “I am sure the burden of command has left you parched.”
Steele took a healthy swig from the bottle then said. “I’m glad you’re both here though. We just received an automated distress call from the colony on Velorum 4. They have a medical emergency”
“Did they say what the nature of that emergency is?” Corbett asked sobering a bit.
“It seems several members of the colony including their doctor have died of an unknown virus.” Steel answered then took another pull from the bottle. “The problem is that the message was bizarre.”
“Do you think it’s a hoax, maybe a distraction tactic from the Klingons?” Merrick asked.
“I don’t think so Sean. The message was very strange to say the least. The comm. tech sounded like he could barely talk, but he managed to get out that the doctor was trying to reach someone named Hutchinson just before he died. Make any sense to you doc?” Steele asked.
“Unfortunately no, can you have that message sent down here?” Corbett asked as he pushed his hat to the back of his head.”
Steele went to activate the comm. unit on Corbett’s desk, but thought better about it and hit the audio only button instead. He didn’t want any junior officers to see these two, half drunk and smoking cigars. “Steele to Bridge.”
“Ensign Baxter here sir.” The Communications Officer said.
“Relay that distress call down to Dr. Corbett’s office. Steele out”
Steele waited a moment until the yellow button on the desk unit began to flash then pushed the button to start the playback.
“This is Velorum,” A man’s voice said then paused as if in thought. “Velorum 4,” after another pause he continued. “Our doctor says we have a medical emergency. Wait that’s not right, our doctor died yesterday, didn’t he.” This time the pause was a little longer than before “I think we need help. People here have a virus and have died. Our doctor is searching for, what was his name Hutchinson, yes that was it. Gil, no it was Gilford Hutchinson.”
Corbett pressed the stop button then turned to Steele. “It only came across an audio message?” He asked.
“Seems strange since they’re only 3 days away at warp 5, but then again these colonies are not always outfitted with the best working systems.” Steele answered.
“Didn’t his voice seem a bit odd?” Merrick asked. “It was almost as if he had to think about where he was.”
“I agree, if I didn’t know there was an age limit for colonists I’d say he was suffering from an advanced form of dementia.” Corbett said.
“Any idea who this Gil Hutchinson is? Is he another doctor?” Steele asked.
“I don’t know,” Corbett replied. “But that name sounds familiar. I just can’t place from where.”
“Well you got 3 days to think about it.” Steele said then took another swig and headed toward the door. “Don’t get too drunk and for God sakes don’t let any junior officers, or enlisted men see you.”
“Aye sir.” They slurred in unison as the door swished closed.
Respectfully Submitted,
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703


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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Unofficial Tour

by Andy Catterick

Jack walked the corridor a happy man. He had spent the previous evening and part of the morning contacting the families of the crewmembers who had given their lives to repel the Klingon boarders. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to do and what made it even worse was he knew that one day he would have to do it again. Once he had completed that duty and finding he couldn’t just sit in his cabin he had begun an unofficial tour of the ship. It hadn’t been anything more then an opportunity to stretch his legs while he pretending to review departmental readiness.

As the captain that had dragged his people into a nasty fight that had left their feollow crewman dead had expected a cold reception. One which he fully deserved. But instead he saw a growing sense of team and pride in themselves and the ship and most surprisingly, their captain. Yes, they had been successful against the Klingons but if he had been better at his job they wouldn’t be missing 13 people. But the crew just didn’t seem to see it that way. It had culminated when he found his way into one of the lower deck Messes just as breakfast was concluding. Their had been a pause as the crewman and NCOs wondering why an officer and the captain himself had invaded their refuge. But it had been a brief one and then someone shoved a cup of coffee into his hand and someone else invited him to join his table.

He had spent hours there chatting with the rotating crewman about the ship and their jobs but mostly about life. Why they had joined Starfleet was a popular topic as well as mutual acquaintances. Jack had met a number of crewman who had crossed paths with on previous commands. IF there was a way to reenergize himself this was certainly it and he vowed on the spot that he would not be one of those commanding officers who felt there had to be a ‘professional distance’ between captain and crew.

So now as HOOD sailed out towards the frontier ready to explore the unknown she was a happy ship. The crew was meshing together, they had faced a test and over come it and the confidence they had in themselves, the ship and even their captain was growing. With no crisis ahead, at least none specific, he cold enjoy his new command for the first time.

Pausing at the junction he decided to head for the Officer’s Mess to see who was about.


<<<NRPG>>> Just some minor CD.


Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Always Wear a Bio-suit

by Steve Apple

SD: 2260.245


Scene: Colony Velorum-4, Archeological Dig


The pyramid rose 400 feet in the air. The structure was truly an awesome site to the Federation Archeological Team who had found it and thought of it as a gateway to understanding the Ancients who had once inhabited this planet.


Barton Fisk the chief archeologist for the colony was pacing, his excitement and impatience were overwhelming him. He wanted to get inside that structure as soon as possible, but he understood that the excavation crew had to make sure it was safe.


“Dr. Fisk we’ve reinforced the outer structure of the door, but thought it only appropriate that you break the seal.” The crew chief said.


“Oh Bart, it’s just like being Howard Carter at the Tomb of King Tut.” The sweet feminine voice said.


“Much better than that Alicia, Carter only unearthed a human pharaoh. I’m opening up a whole new alien culture.” He said as he took the laser hammer from the crew chief.


With assistance from the chief Fisk was able to bore through the rock of the seal. Immediately air rushed out pushing all who were close to the entrance against the rough stone of the pyramid.


When the dust had settled the excavation crew chief looked over at Fisk. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”


“What I didn’t expect was that the air smelled fresh. It should have been foul as it has been locked away for centuries.” Fisk replied.


“I don’t know about that doc.” The chief said. “It smelled like it did on the colony ship, stale and recycled.”


Fisk ignored the comment and tossed a glow stick into the chamber, lighting it. What he could see through the whole was amazing.


“What’s it look like inside Bart?” Alicia asked trying to push her way past the excavation crew.


“It’s amazing; its opulence is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It makes the tombs of the pharos pale in comparison.” He said as he stepped back and let the excavation crew open the rest of the doorway.


Fisk made sure that he was the first to enter the tomb, as he stepped across the threshold the inner chamber illuminated on its own.


Scene: CMO’s Office, USS HOOD


Corbett sat in his office with Sean Merrick; between them were two bottles of tequila, one empty and the other slightly less than half full. Both men were leaning back in their chairs, feet propped on the desk enjoying cigars.


“I tell you what Sean, that Lt. Yarith when not in panic mode is quite the passionate woman.” Corbett said blowing out a smoke ring.


“It seemed to me that she hated you.” Merrick replied


“There is a fine line between love and hate sar, but in all truth I think she dug my hat.”


“Stile please tell me you didn’t wear that while you…”


“Sar a gentleman does not speak of such things.” Corbett answered.


“So where does that leave you.” The sarcastic voice said as the door to Corbett’s office swished open.


“Captain Jack, it is always a pleasure to entertain our CO.” Corbett said not missing a beat.


“Jack” Sean said with a nod.


“I see you two are comfortable.” Steele said smiling and gave a slight nod toward the bottle.


“Where are my manners,” Corbett said handing the bottle to Steele. “I am sure the burden of command has left you parched.”


Steele took a healthy swig from the bottle then said. “I’m glad you’re both here though. We just received an automated distress call from the colony on Velorum 4. They have a medical emergency”


“Did they say what the nature of that emergency is?” Corbett asked sobering a bit.


“It seems several members of the colony including their doctor have died of an unknown virus.” Steel answered then took another pull from the bottle. “The problem is that the message was bizarre.”


“Do you think it’s a hoax, maybe a distraction tactic from the Klingons?” Merrick asked.


“I don’t think so Sean. The message was very strange to say the least. The comm. tech sounded like he could barely talk, but he managed to get out that the doctor was trying to reach someone named Hutchinson just before he died. Make any sense to you doc?” Steele asked.


“Unfortunately no, can you have that message sent down here?” Corbett asked as he pushed his hat to the back of his head.”


Steele went to activate the comm. unit on Corbett’s desk, but thought better about it and hit the audio only button instead. He didn’t want any junior officers to see these two, half drunk and smoking cigars. “Steele to Bridge.”


“Ensign Baxter here sir.” The Communications Officer said.


“Relay that distress call down to Dr. Corbett’s office. Steele out”


Steele waited a moment until the yellow button on the desk unit began to flash then pushed the button to start the playback.


“This is Velorum,” A man’s voice said then paused as if in thought. “Velorum 4,” after another pause he continued. “Our doctor says we have a medical emergency. Wait that’s not right, our doctor died yesterday, didn’t he.” This time the pause was a little longer than before “I think we need help. People here have a virus and have died. Our doctor is searching for, what was his name Hutchinson, yes that was it. Gil, no it was Gilford Hutchinson.”


Corbett pressed the stop button then turned to Steele. “It only came across an audio message?” He asked.


“Seems strange since they’re only 3 days away at warp 5, but then again these colonies are not always outfitted with the best working systems.” Steele answered.


“Didn’t his voice seem a bit odd?” Merrick asked. “It was almost as if he had to think about where he was.”


“I agree, if I didn’t know there was an age limit for colonists I’d say he was suffering from an advanced form of dementia.” Corbett said.


“Any idea who this Gil Hutchinson is? Is he another doctor?” Steele asked.


“I don’t know,” Corbett replied. “But that name sounds familiar. I just can’t place from where.”


“Well you got 3 days to think about it.” Steele said then took another swig and headed toward the door. “Don’t get too drunk and for God sakes don’t let any junior officers, or enlisted men see you.”


“Aye sir.” They slurred in unison as the door swished closed.


Respectfully Submitted,

Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703

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