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=June 2009=
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: And Then It All Went To Hell==
===by [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]===
<PRE>
Scene: Planet Monil IV, Capital City.
SD 2260.102


Lieutenant Commander Sean Merrick shifted uneasily in the limousine's shotgun
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seat. He tried hard to ignore the loudmouth behind him and enjoy the view of
Monil IV's captial city. He sighed and turned to watch the capital's intricate
marble edifices blur by.
 
Merrick, about two dozen Starfleet crew, and several planetary officials were
convoying from their hotel up to the Grand Council Hall. Their job was
straightforward: negotiate for the Federation a treaty to mine the planet's
dilithium reserves.
 
Simple enough, Merrick thought. He rolled his eyes and wondered when the
councilman behind him would ever shut up about it. The chunky politician had
the XO, Commander Jack Steele, well and truly trapped in the rear cabin.
 
"I'm telling you that the Enric provincials won't like it!" Councilman Litro
argued. "They won't stand for it! Have you ever met one of them? In their
minds, it is the Prasaans' fault that the sun rises and that the sun sets."
 
Merrick harumphed. Hatfields and McCoys evidently had extended family on Monil.
As the chief engineer, Merrick had briefed the planetary council on which
dilithium deposits they wanted to tap first. It had gone over like a fart in
church. The majority of the mines lay in, of all places, the Prasaan province's
western border. It was land that the not so wealthy, but very irritable Enric
had historically disputed ownership of.
 
Litro carried on. "The Federation contracts will give the Prasaan overwhelming
economic and political power. Protests against these treaty talks have already
begun. Why, this morning, 5 people were hopitalized after a full out riot!"
 
"We're not about to tell you how to run your politics, councilman," Steele
calmly countered. "But the Federation considers that dilithium to be of the
utmost strategic importance. Disruption to its production won't be accepted.
What will your government do to mitigate relations between the Prasaan and
Enric?"
 
"Perhaps you haven't been listening Commander Steele!" Litro scowled. "The
Enric don't do compromise. They won't ..."
 
Merrick yawned. It had been like this with the honorable Litro yesterday and
the day before. He was checking his communicator's chrono again...when it
happened.
 
All of the sudden it seemed like there were explosions everywhere. The lead car
erupted in a mushrooming fireball. Glass snapped across Merrick's face even as
he was thrown hard against his harness. In an instant, the whole convoy
crashed to a halt.
 
Shaking his head, he looked up in shock. He felt as if he had ear muffs on and
his vision was blurry. He glanced around. The Captain's limo, along with half
the HOOD's senior staff, was a blazing hulk. His own car's driver had slumped,
unconscious or dead. Merrick looked forward again. There was a line of smoke
leading right up to the first limo's burning wreckage. The image stirred
something in Merrick...an urgent little voice began to rise. "OH SH...!"
 
"Out! Out! Get out!" he yelled. "Rockets inbound!"
 
Then he noticed for the first time a frightful pinging sound. Whizzing and
ricocheting bullets filled the car. Panicked now, Merrick unhitched his belt
and dove for the slightly less exposed rear cabin. Wave after wave of shots
thudded around him. He heard a short, very small cry. He peered up and beheld
with gut wrenching horror the darling little asian officer from communications.
She had taken two rounds to the chest. Her terror stricken eyes held his for a
moment, then lost their light forever.
 
Coming back to himself, Merrick realized that the intensity of the shots had
lessened. He saw commander Steele next to him laying on top of the councilman
and shouting vainly into a communicator.
 
"Jammed!" he spat. The fire seemed to have come from their right, so Steele
gestured left.
 
"Go! Go! Go!" Steele shouted as Merrick kicked the door out and they crawled
into the street. But as Steele dragged out the sobbing councilman, Merrick
realized that there was no real cover nearby. Their caravan had been hit in an
open field. The only nearby structure, a tiny convenience store he guessed, had
been taken out by a rocket that must have just missed their limo.
 
As shots started to patter close again, Litro began crying hysterically.
"They're going to kill us! They're going to kill us!" Steele gave the
incontinent man a swift slap to the cheek.
 
"Control yourself councilman!" Steele ordered, even as a bullet tore a
respectable hole inches above his own head.
 
Merrick took heart at this spectacle and started thinking again. A glimmer of
hope made him creep forward. Their driver had been a security guard. His
pistol might not have much range, but it was better than nothing.
 
With some difficulty, he got the driver-side door open and pried the gun out of
its holster. No sooner did he have it in hand than Steele thumped him on the
shoulder.
 
"The car behind us is still in one piece. It will have one too," the commander
said urgently. "Cover me in three ... two ..."
 
Merrick quickly fumbled off the safety and chambered a round. He heard Steele
count "one" and popped his head over the hood of the limo. Luck was on his
side. A band of six or seven was hoofing it across the open field towards them.
He opened fire.
 
The shots caught the attackers completely by surprise. He nailed one Monillian
dissident in the leg and two others hit the dirt. Immediately a volley of
projectiles whizzed centimeters from his bare skull. Ducking back, he glanced
left in time to see three figures outflanking his absurdly exposed position. He
squeezed off six rapid shots that miraculously downed two. The third braced
against a street pole, and then made the spectacularly bad mistake of trying to
look around it for a target. Merrick all but cheered as his slug splattered the
man's brains across the pavement.
 
He heard shouts and more fire behind him. Steele had made it to the other car's
weapon and was now pumping a danger close assailant full of bullets. Sirens in
the distance became audible. More shouts followed and a whistle call went up.
 
By the time Merrick had pulled another clip from his dead driver's belt, the
attackers were retreating. He watched them run full tilt towards a couple of
air vans off in the distance.
 
Bastards!" he screamed. "Get back here you bastards!" He let off a few more
rounds. He wanted to run after them and make them pay for this unmitigated
atrocity.
 
But his training overrode that instinct. Some of the attackers he and Steele
had downed might still have fight in them. Grimly, he moved toward the nearest
and kicked him in the head for good measure.
 
NRPG: Welcome Aboard the HOOD! This part of a prelaunch series Andy and I have
been creating to get things fired up. He'll have a few follow-ons to post
shortly after mine. Feel free to add on to them! Just reiterating what Andy's
already said in his e-mails, we want to make posting aboard the HOOD as fun as
possible. If you don't have time for a few pages, a 5-10 paragraph postlet
would be just fine. If you're looking for ideas to get the creative juices
flowing, just drop us a message. I always return e-mails within 48 hours and
usually within 24. I'm always eager to JP, edit drafts, or just talk if you
need.
 
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
 
</PRE>
 
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Captain Down==
===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]===
<PRE>
 
Scene: Planet Monil IV, Capital City.
SD 2260.102
 
            Damn! Damn! Damn! Steele cursed as he ran a zig zag course
towards the relative cover of a partial wall which moments before had been
some sort of store.  Had been until the rocket that had been meant for his
car had missed and taken it out.  He had told the captain that, given the
tensions and the recent skirmishes between the factions that this had been
a BAD idea.  Captain Sinclair had known it too, but it was a calculated risk. 
The government of Montil were aware of the Federation’s technical
superiority but wanted to be treated as equals..equals that had something
the Federation needed.  Badly.  So the decision was made to accept their
security assurances.  And Steele had grudgingly accepted the logic.  He
should have pushed harder.
 
            He flipped open his communicator as his hand groped for the
phaser that wasn’t there.  Another concession to Montil’s sensibilities. 
“Steele to HOOD.”
 
            [HOOD here.  Its good to hear you commander! Sensors are picking
up explosions and weapons fire near your location.  We can’t raise the
captain.]  There was mild panic in the comm officer’s voice as if he knew
the answer to the unasked question.
 
            “The captain is dead along with the majority of the caravan.” 
Steele replied flatly.  “We have multiple hostilies inbound and I don’t
think there are enough of the security forces left to hold them off.  Set
ship’s phasers to stun and target a 2 block radius.  Fire when ready.” 
 
            The order given he spun around to find Merrick.  He saw by one
of the transports frantically administering CPR to someone in a blue tunic. 
The doctor?  He couldn’t tell with all the smoke.  “Merrick!  Sean!”  The
engineer looked up in anguish in time to see Steele point towards the
heavens.  “Incoming!”  They both dove to the ground as the wail of the
phasers surrounded them.
 
<<<NRPG>>>
As Brian said, some brief backstory that we started.  My next two posts
will bring us to the 'present'
 
Respectfully,
Andy
CDR Jack Steele
Acting CO
USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR ORIGINS
</PRE>
 
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Called on the Carpet==
===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]===
<PRE>
SD 2260.111
 
Scene: Briefing Room, Starbase 27
 
Commander Jack Steele stood at attention and fought the almost
overwhelming urge to tell Admiral Palmer and her two lackeys to go
and screw themselves.  USS HOOD had slid into orbit 8 days ago and
Steele had found himself spending the majority of that time standing
in front of a variety of admiralty boards and hearings answering no
end of stupid, idiotic questions.
 
Breathe, he told himself.  It would all be over soon.
 
His captain was dead along with a number of good officers.  As one
of the few surviving senior officers the responsibility was his and
his alone.  He just wished they would finish nitpicking every
unimportant detail and cashier him.  As he deserved.  He could feel
the disgusted stares of his ancestors all about him. 
 
            “Stand easy commander.”  She made the rank sound like a
curse.  Palmer frowned as she accepted a folder from Commodore
LaPaz and scanned its contents.  She conferred with LaPaz and then
turned her attention aback to Steele.  “So Mr. Steele let me see
if I have everything here.  HOOD was ordered to Montil IV to secure
dilithium mining rights and possibly extend Protectorate status to
the Montil government.  Instead you involve yourselves in what
could have turned into a civil war, you threw caution to the wind
and actually sided with one of the factions and in the process not
only killed almost two dozen of your crew but your captain.”
 
            Steele bit his tongue.  They hadn’t involved themselves
they had defended themselves.  A lot of good people died. But in
doing so they had saved hundreds of innocent bystanders.  But that
didn’t matter.  Starfleet wasn’t interested in intentions only in
results.  They should have found a way
 
“And just to make it a grand slam.”  Palmer droned on.  “I have
received no less then four communiqués from Montil this morning. 
Three are from some minor functionaries protesting your heavy
handedness, your brutality and complete lack of understanding of the
political situation.  A situation in which you thrust yourself and
by extension the Federation into.  I believe you know one of the
gentlemen, Councilman Litro?”  She looked up until he acknowledge
the question with a curt nod.  “Yes, well, it seems that the
councilman formally requests your arrest and extradition to Montil
to stand trial for assaulting him.”
 
Steele could feel his cheeks redden partially from embarrassment but
mostly from anger.  He had lost control with that whimpering excuse
for a sentient being.  But assault? It was hardly that.
 
“Finally, this last message is from Prime Minister Travil himself. 
Having reestablished control of the planetary government and with
the support of his Parliament he has agreed to a long term contract
with the Federation guaranteeing mineral rights.  Apparently he
feels you were instrumental in swaying him towards a relationship
with the Federation and he would like you to sign the treaty on our
behalf.  In short,” She stared coldly, “he saved your ass.”  A long
silent pause settled on the room as Steele tried to wrap his mind
around the new reality. He had walked into the room knowing his
career was over.  There had been no other possible outcome.
 
“Based on the findings of this board I hereby declare that all
charges against Commander Jack Steele are dropped.  Further, he is
to return to duty immediately.  This Board is adjourned.”  She
picked up the small gavel and tapped the bell six times.  Silently
Commodore LaPaz and Captain Reynolds rose and left the room.
 
“I know you don’t believe it Commander but you did a good job.  A
damn good job.  But regardless of any successes there is the matter
of Captain Sinclair.  Not to sound overly crass but a dead captain
demands serious consequences.  Had Captain Sinclair told you  about
DAUNTLESS?”
 
“DAUNTLESS?  No sir.”
 
“I thought not.  He wanted to save it for a surprise.  The orders
weren’t official yet and you know the stickler he could be.  He
wanted to be the one to tell you that you had been given command of
her.”
 
*Had been*  The words rang out clearly.  As in, until you screwed
things up and got your CO killed.
 
“I’m sorry to disappoint both of you. But given what I have seen in
your record and in large part due to your action and the decisions
you made when you found yourself in command I think I have found a
more appropriate position for you.”
 
I’m going to resign Steele thought determinedly.  I failed to protect
my captain and now they’re going to exile me to some interplanetary
shuttle run. 
 
“The paperwork will probably take a day or two to take affect but
you can begin your duties immediately on my authority.  Lord knows
you’ll have enough to do.  Effective immediately I am promoting you
to the rank of captain and assigning you HOOD.”  She said
matter-of-factly.
 
“I’m afraid I don’t understand Admiral.”  He wasn’t sure how long he
had stood silently before he managed to get that out.
 
Palmer sighed.  “The orders are pretty straight forward captain.  If
you can’t follow simple direction perhaps I’ve made the wrong
decision.”  And then she smiled.  Steele wouldn’t have thought it had
been possible.  “Captain Sinclair screwed up.  Its very clear from
the events and though you don’t come out and say it in your report you
know it as well.  Caution is an important commodity for a good commander
to have.  But so is the ability to take action and you clearly
demonstrated you had that ability when you found yourself in the
position you did.  Captain, the CONSTITUTION ships are a rare breed
and we need commanders who are just as rare.  You will quite often
find yourself cut off from authority and making decisions that will
affect the quadrant.  You will be the law, the peace maker, the
explorer and when it hits the fan the fist.  I am confident that you
are the best person for the job.”
 
“Thank you admiral, I won’t let you down.”
 
“Don’t let yourself or your crew down and I’m sure you’ll come out on top. 
Now at the risk of ruining my reputation as cold automaton I am further
authorizing HOOD to remain in orbit for an additional 14 days.  Use that
time to get her supplied and make any repairs necessary.  Report back
here at 08:00 on day 15 with your first officer and I will give you your
orders.”
 
“My first officer sir?”
 
“You’ve got two weeks captain more then enough time to find yourself a
good one.  Dismissed.”
 
Respectfully,
Andy
CDR Jack Steele
Acting CO
USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR ORIGINS
 
</PRE>
 
==[ORGINS]USS HOOD: A New Job==
===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]===
 
<PRE>
SD 2260.120
 
Scene: E Deck, USS HOOD
 
            Steele walked through the corridors of HOOD with his mind
racing.  He hadn’t really come to terms with the assignment Palmer had
just dropped on him.  But all the things he knew he had to do were
beginning to nag and that was helping accept the new reality.  At least
the most pressing one was something that could be solved easily enough. 
Or at least he thought it would.
 
            Entering his cabin he spun the viewer around and hit the
white com button.  [Bridge, Crewman Johnson.]  The rating covering the
comm station answered.
 
            “Mr. Johnson could you page Commander Merrick and have him
report to my quarters?”
 
            [Yes sir.]
 
            A drink.  He had better have a drink he thought as he set out
two glasses and filled them both.  It didn’t take long for his door
chime to announce Sean’s arrival.  Jack smiled at that.  No doubt the
ship’s jungle drums had begun the second he had stepped aboard.  By now
everyone would know he had returned and with him news of their collective
fate.
 
            The door slid open and Sean looking more apprehensive then he
had expected walked in.  He took a look at Jack a quick look down at the
two glasses and looked back up to Steele.  “How’d it go?”
 
            “Well its over.”  Steele replied quietly.  He gestured to the
seat.  “You’d better sit.”  He advised as he dropped into his own.  “The
good news is that I have been acquitted.  All charges dropped."
 
            “That is good news.  I told you there was nothing to worry
about.”  He raised his glass in toast.  “To the wisdom of Starfleet.”
 
            “And to the impeccable timing of Prime Minister Travil.” 
Steele added before downing his glass.  He refilled both and then put the
bottle away.
 
            “So whats the rest of it?  Or don’t I want to know?”
 
            Jack grinned.  “Oh hell I was going to string you along for a
bit but its such a relief that I’m not packing my bags its just not in me. 
The short version is that Admiral Palmer bumped me to O-6 and has given me
HOOD.”
 
            “That’s outstanding!”  Sean beamed as he raised his glass
again.  “This certainly calls for a toast.
 
            “Hold on.”  Jack interjected.  “You might not be so happy in a
minute.  We’re sailing again in two weeks and this ship and crew need to be
100%.  I don’t even know where to start but we’ve got to begin to put things
back together.  The last mission was declared a success but you and I both
know it doesn’t feel that way.  Not to us and not to the crew.  The loss of
the captain and the others so soon after this ship was comissioned was a
kick in the guts to not only morale but to our confidence.  I need to rebuild
that and do it as a new captain and with new officers.  I can’t do it alone
Sean I’m going to need your help.”
 
            “You’ve got it, you know that.”
 
            “I do know that.  That’s why I told Admiral Palmer you were my
only choice for First Officer.  Will you help me?”
 
 
<<<NRPG>>>
Brian: Still time to run away screaming.
 
All: NRPG to follow
 
Respectfully,
 
Andy Catterick
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR ORIGINS
</PRE>
 
 
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Making the Pact==
===by [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]===
<PRE>
Scene: Officers' Quarters, E Deck, USS HOOD
SD 2260.120
 
Merrick listened carefully to Steele. Something was coming.
 
"The loss of the captain and the others so soon after this ship was comissioned
was a kick in the guts to not only morale but to our confidence." Steele look
grave. "I need to rebuild that and do it as a new captain and with new
officers. I can't do it alone Sean. I'm going to need your help.
 
"You've got it, you know that."
 
"I do know that. That's why I told Admiral Palmer you were my only choice
for First Officer. Will you help me?"
 
And there it was. Just like that.
 
"I've got your back Captain," Merrick earnestly nodded. "Where you want to
start?"
 
Steele smiled with a wink. "With this toast." They stood. "To the Mighty
HOOD! May her heroes never bleed in vain."
 
* * *
 
Later outside the Captain's quarters, Merrick wasn't sure how to feel. Their
chat had been encouraging and they had a lot of exciting work ahead of them.
But then how many times had he busted his ass for a dream and achieved it only
to bitterly regret it later? The last time he'd let himself be euphoric about
anything was when he'd proposed to Jeri. And look where that had taken him.
 
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
</PRE>
 
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Up the new ladder...==
===by [[Martens_David|Martens, David]]===
<PRE>
USS HOOD: Up the new ladder...
SD2260.120
 
Scene: Engineering, USS HOOD
 
ARr'Rhiana had just been off the shuttlecraft from the hangarbay of the HOOD and
now was looking around to get to the Captains ReadyRoom. She took her time, the
ship was no way ready to leave Drydock already and, as was common in her race,
she didn't felt any urge to hurry to the Captain or anywhere else.
 
Engineering was the nearest to the hangarbay, so she passed by to see how it
looked. It was huge, much bigger then the WARRANT's or TRIFFID's engineering
sections. Hemux looked around and wondered if all of this Constitution Class
ship's spaces would look as magnificent as this room. She would love to spend
some time her, but time would be on her hand as spacetravel was still a long,
long journey.
 
She continued her way through the ship, engineers where replacing damaged
conduits, placing new consoles or working away minor damage through the whole
ship. She reached the Science Department, her new home for the next, well who
knows how many years or decades. ARr'Rhiana did not care much for time, she
would life longer then these humans aboard this ship and probably still serve on
a starship while most of the younger crew where already dead. Time was not of
importance for her.
 
She looked around the corner and... "...Look out, idiot,..." Yelled a human
engineer as he almost slammed a structural supportbeam in her face. ARr'Rhiana
blew up her face till two times the proportions it normally had in reaction and
from surprise which, in turn, made the engineer drop his supportbeam denting a
lab-table.
 
"Good heavens, don't do that ever again, lady. You can't pop up while we are
working around and for all sakes, certainly not blow up your face like that."
The man looked angry to her and tried to pull the beam straight up again.
 
Hemux was slightly amused and gave him a broad smile, that the man clearly did
not found very comforting, he probably was not used to Denobulans. "I just
wanted to see my new office, mister..."
 
The man turned a bit pale "Oh, you're one of the officers? I... I am sorry
Ma'am, I had no idea, I hope you don't report this minor incident to the
Captain?"
 
ARr'Rhiana shook her head, "Offcourse not, I take it your intentions where just
for caution and not intentionally meant to insult or harm me. So, Can you show
me my office now?"
 
The man was pleased to help her out and gave her a short tour through the
science lab. She asked him all out and gave him some advise and suggestions for
how she liked her lab to be equipped and organized. Then, finally she went on
to the bridge.
 
 
Scene: E-Deck, Captains Readyroom, USS HOOD
 
ARr'Rhiana Hemux shimmed the door with her transfer orders on the PADD in her
hand and waited for the Captain to let her in...
 
<tag anyone>
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
All: NRPG to follow
 
Respectfully,
David Martens
Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux
CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR ORIGINS
</PRE>
 
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Nightmares from the past, promises to the Future ...==
===by [[Martens_David|Martens, David]]===
<PRE>
USS HOOD: Nightmares from the past, promises to the Future ...
SD2260.85
 
Scene: Appartment Lunar Colony
 
ARr'Rhiana was staring out the window , she did not noticed the crowd, she
inhaled deep and slowly the halicinations and daydreams began...
 
Flashback... date : 2177...
 
"... So tell me, ARr'Rhiana, why do you believe we should come to closer
contact with the Antarans?"
 
The young girl stood up next to her desk and looked to her teacher "It's just
the proper way to do, if we want to continue as member of the Star Fleet
Federation then we should be have as merifull and friendly people. It is
impoirtant not to hold any hatred. The Federation main standards are to keep
peace and freindly contacts with any reasonable race. If we show we can be
reasonable towards the Antarans, then the Federation will appreciate that and
help us."
 
She sat back down and looked with big innocent eyes to her teacher who clenched
her lips together in disagreement, yet also the teacher knew there was wisdom
and reason, and what was maybe more important, political correctness in the
words of the child.
 
"...very... interesting statement, Hemux. Indeed the Federationi does not want
another war and likes friendly co-operation between their members."
 
The teacher paused for a moment "... Just don't forget that we are Denobulans,
we have our own culture, our own habits, remember the Federations might have
other standards then we have. Never forget who we are! Now let again review
how the Earth race defines marriage, as a bond between two individuals.
Jern"dagh stop laughing, I know it sounds ridiculous, but we are here to learn
about other cultures..."
 
 
... Present...
 
Hemux shivers and blinked her eyes, why that memory came back to her so vivid
was unclear, she did not care much and took a new deep breath...
 
 
... flashback... Date: 2190...
 
 
"... I tell you, GrRonn'darg, it really is so... Federationists will talk to us
tomorrow. I heard it from the headmaster himself."
 
"Hemux, stop dreaming, why would Federation wants to talk to us?"
 
"They are negotiating new treaties between Denobulan and the Federation, they
need people to work for them. Our Academy is the perfect place to find people."
 
"Hemux, your hallucinating again? You really think they would wnat you to work
for them? Get three husbands and twelve children and then we talk again."
 
"You're a brute, GrRon'darg , Remember Phlox? He was Medical Chief on board of
the Enterprise. He came here a year ago to talk to us. He was Ambassador for
the Federation, he says they accept females on starships."
 
"Oohhh and Arr'Rhiana wants to be on a starship also ? Ok, ok , we will see in
a decade or two."
 
... Present...
 
Hemux rememberer, that was the first time she really was convinced she would
enter Star Fleet one day. That day, when her students made fun out of her,
pressed her onto the position of the Denobulan Female. She knew that day she
once would be more... The dreams came on her again...
 
 
... flashback... Date : 2205...
 
"...And this is Arh. Arria..." The aide looked helpless to ARr'Rhiana
"Arr'Rhiana Hemux, you can call me Rhiana, or Hemux, Sir." She said in perfect
Standard Terran to the new Ambassador for Star Fleet on Denobula as she bend her
head to her superior.
 
"Rhiana, your Terran is flawless, my compliments." The tall sapiens looked to
her with respect.
 
"Thank you, Sir, I also speak Klingon, Vulcan, Romulan, Orion and Antaran. And
several other language I have basic understanding and knowledge of speech, but
not enough to uphold long, detailed conversations."
 
The Ambbasador nodded to his aide "Take note of that, it might comein handy if
we go to formal diners or so. With her many languages she can easy translate
conversations. Are youalso familiar with say, science and tecnical vocabulary?"
 
Arr'Rhiana nodded "Yes, Sir, I done basic studies in science and engineering and
I am plannig to gain a degree in one or both fields some day."
 
"Some day? Your file states you're... 40 standard Terran years old ?"
 
Hemux gave him a slight smile "In Denobulan terms I am only a teenager, Sir we
have a lifespan that is four five times longer then homo sapiens."
 
The Ambassador had a discomforted look on his face "We prefer the term humans,
not Homo sapiens, Hemux. And I keep forgetting you Denobulans life so long, is
it true some of your people are more then 400 years old?"
 
Hemux nodded" I will remember, Sir. And yes, my great grandmother was 519 years
old when she died, and my grandmother is now 407 and she is still in perfect
health. She even remembers the last Anatran war from her childhood."
 
... Present...
 
She smiled , her first job in Star Fleet at least, that was how she remembers
it, it was not really Starfleet Offcourse. ...
 
 
... flashback... Date: 2219...
 
"Hemux, The chief wants to see you." Markus nodded to her as he showed her to
Chief Science Officer Landons office.
 
Rhiana sighed "What is the problem, Sir?" She asked Landon as he had closed the
door behind them.
 
Landon smiled, no problem, Hemux. I just want to compliment you on your latest
report and suggestions. Your idea's for terraforming under a Class F sun showed
to be most useful. I would like to have you as our representative on the next
Exo-Biology Science week. If you agree, you will meet the finest and best
scientist in Exo-biology there are in the whole Federation.."
 
Rhiana was stunned and nodded "I wil do so, Sir, Thank you for the honour..."
 
 
... Present...
 
Rhiana nodded, that was her first trip of Denobula, her first meeting with
scientists from all over the Galaxy. That was the day she decided she wanted to
be more a scientist then an translator, more an engineer then a housewife...
 
... flashback... Date: 2235...
 
 
"I can't, I can't leave them. My work here is to important." Alexander
Norvosky planted is hands on his desk. "Rhiana, I heve come to respect jur
opinions, but I say fis as jur superior, ju should go to Earf and join the
Fleet.."
 
Rhiana was so upset that she didn't even noticed Alexander his Russian accent
became more heavy as his frustration raised also. He really was convinced of
his idea: She should join Star Fleet Academy.
 
Alexander sat down again and sighed "Rhiana, we can replace you here, our work
is mainly maintanance, upkeeping the ships that land here. You can do better.
Your ideas n Warp Dribve dynamics is very good, I do not understand half of what
you say, but each time you have prooven to be right in finetuning the engines,
replacing conduits or recalibrating the warp - coils. Star Fleet needs
inventive minds like yours. You should go."
 
She sighed "I will think about it." Was all she said.
 
 
... Present...
 
She still could hear Alexander singing the day she announced she was accepted
for Star Fleet academy and she would join the fleet. He became drunk on her
good-bye party. She was so pleased she had listened to him, and now... she
didn't know...
 
 
... flashback... Date: 2241...
 
"Ensign Hemux reporting for Duty, Sir..."
 
The tall human stood up from his chair and hodl out his hadn "Welcome aboard the
WARRANT, Ensign, glad to have you aboard. I have heard a lot of good from you.
Our Chief Science Officer will be pleased to have you in his section."
 
ARrr'Rhiana nodded and looked around so proud, she really was on a satrship, not
for training, not a simulation, but for real. The WARRANT so big, more then 200
metres long, going warp 5 easily. She was looking forward to study the new
worlds and new races they would discover. A new life had begun...
 
 
... Present...
 
She never had forgotten her first steps on the WARRANT. She still had
miniatures of that ship, she still knew the names of her captain, she still
remembered the first time they made first contact.
 
 
... flashback... Date: 2259...
 
"... Return fire, all phasors..." "We are losing shields, captain, starboard
engines have been damaged, she can't take much more."
 
ARr'Rhiana coughed as smoke filled the engineering-room and sparks flew all
around. Another hit and lights went dim.
 
[Warning, hull breach at deck 7 and deck 3, ...Warning, intruder alert, ...
Warning hull-integrity failing on decks 8 and 11...]
 
Hemux grabbed a phasor as a green Orion pirate showed up in engineering and
smacked one of her engineers aside. She lifted the weapon and fired it,
blasting the Orion to the side. A second and third Orion showed up from out of
the smoke, a fist hit her, she struggled, her face blew up in defense , making
them laugh, a fist hit again, darkness..."
 
... Present...
 
Tears dripped down her cheecks as the halucinations became more vivid, more
real, closer to her present days. Hemux shivers but she endured the rage and
apin, halucinations where good, they might help...
 
 
... flashback... Date: 2259...
 
She hit once, twice, three times and stepped back. The ugly Alpha Centaurian in
front of her blinked his eyes, spit out some blood and sank to his knees.
Cheers and laughs where around her as suddenly all sound dropped still. "What
is going on here?" Six Orion guards pushed themselves way through the crowd and
looked down to the fallen man and to the Denobulan female. "A troublemaker we
have here, right?" the commander said and snapped his fingers. They grabbed
hemux her arms, bended them far back as he slammed his fists in her stomach.
 
I don't like trouble. I don't like Denobulans, I don't like you." He said,
eavch time slamming his fist carefully in her kidneys, her liver, her sides.
"Bring her to the questioningroom, I think she need s a lesson."
 
Hemux shivered "no, no please, I won't cause any trouble, he sytared it, not me,
he wnated to rapeme."
 
The Orion laughed "So, what's the big deal? You're a female, you are born to be
raped."
 
She was dragged into a dark room, she knew what was to come, first the pain, the
scars, the fists and then ...stripped nude and then...
 
 
... Present...
 
Hemux scramed out loud and dropped to her knees, breathing heavy, a nurse came
in kneeling besides her.
 
" Easy, easy, it's all over, you are safe here." ARr'Rhiana cried, deep loud
cries for help, for comfort, scratching at her scars, her head filled with pain,
remembering each scar, each blow, each time she was raped, each time she had to
fight, even kill to survive. Memories and things she had done. Things no
doctor, no counsellor knew about. Dark secrets, no Denobulan worthy, what the
Orions had done to her, to the children in the camp, to her crew, she would not,
she could not forget.
 
She smiled to the nurse, "It's alright, I am fine. It was just... a
hallucination..."
 
The nurse helped her to bed. "Tomorrow you have another session with the
counsellor, it will help, take a rest."
 
Hemux closed her eyes, she had cleared her mind, she had relived and survived,
from now on it would go better. Soon, very soon she would go out again, she
would be on a Starship again. One day she would be Captain of her own ship, it
did not matter how many decades it might take her, she would be Captain one day,
it was her Oath. And when that day came, a smile came on her face, Captain
Hemux, ...on that day Orion would pay...
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
Just Adding some background to my character...
 
All, meet Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux, Denobelan female, with a long lifetime already
passed, with dark secrets, dark desires and maybe even a hidden agenda for her
own...
 
I think it will be fun!
 
 
Respectfully,
David Martens
Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux
CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR ORIGINS
 
</PRE>
 
==[ORIGINS]USS HOOD: First Aboard==
===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]===
<PRE>
Scene: Captain's Office,  Edeck
SD: 2260.155
MD: -14.1300
 
                Steele looked up from the view screen as a Denobulan in a
blue tunic entered his office.
 
"Lieutenant ARr'Rhiana Hemux reporting for assignment sir."  She said
crisply.
 
Jack reached up and accepted the red data disc.  "Thank you lieutenant. 
PLease have a seat."  Steele inserted the disc into the slot and watched
as Hemux's data came up on the monitor.  He gave the information a quick
scan before looking up at the smiling science officer.  He'd met a few
Denobulan's in his career but never actually served with one.  He smiled
at the thought it would be interesting to get to new a representative of
another race more closely.  It was one of the reasons he had joined
Starfleet.
 
                The Federation and by extension Starfleet had been
established as a multispecies body.  But Jack and found much to his
disappointment that by and large the different races tended to stay with
there own.  HOOD for example carried a large percentage of humans and he
knew there were ships that were largely Andorian for example.  He knew
that the trend for greater integration was continuing but sometimes it
seemed at too slow a pace.  He gave himself a mental shake and turned his
attention back to his new science officer. 
 
                "You arrive at a particularly fortuitous time lieutenant." 
Steele said as he pulled the data disc out of the slot and handed back to
Hemux.
 
                "Excellent captain.  How so?"
 
                "HOOD  is in a transition of sorts.  I have just recently
been given command and we'll be replacing the majority of her officers. 
Actually you are the first one aboard.  But with that change while there
are a number of advantages but there will be a number of challenges.  I'm
afraid we're all going to be very busy."
 
                "I look forward to it captain!"  The Denobulan assured.
 
                "Well I see from your career you will be a strong asset to
the team.  And I imagine you're interested in getting too it.  So I won't
keep you. "  He rose and extended a hand.  "Welcome aboard."
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
Hi Gang, just quick word about the Stardate (SD) it is created by taking
the RP game year: 2260 and the day of the year we are in.  As June 04 is
the 155th day of the year the SD would be 2260.155.
 
I've also started a Mission Date (MD) so we can keep track of where we are
in the mission.  Since we haven't actually started a mission and it is 14
ship board days until we do I've set the MD as -14. 
 
Also, I sent this post about an hour ago...or so I thought I did.  It
seems to have disappeared from my sent folder and not arrived anywhere so
I'm re-sending.  Apolgies if you end up seeing two posts.
 
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD
NCC 1703
 
</PRE>
 
==[ORIGINS]  USS HOOD: Doctor Orders==
===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]
<PRE>
SD2260.155
Scene: Nondescript Room in Spaceport near Starbase 12
 
 
The room was dimly lit and showed itself to be utilitarian in purpose. Corbett
found himself seated at a cramped table, forced into a chair that faced the only
light source in the room, which was beating down on him. He focused first on
the Nausicaan and watched through lidded eyes as the creature's hand went to the
hilt of his knife. He was in trouble and he knew it. Slowly he crossed his legs
under the table and threw a slight smile to the Andorian who sat to his left and
was trying to look menacing, his hand inside his jacket obviously wrapped around
a weapon.
 
Corbett knew he had to be careful here, one wrong move and he could end up in
pieces on the floor. He looked to his right at the Tellerite, the third member
of this trio and smiling at him he slowly reached into his left boot which
rested on his knee and quietly pulled the hammer back on the old earth colt
cobra revolver that sat in its ankle holster.
 
"It's your move." He said to the Tellerite, his eyes glancing back to the
Nausicaan whose hand he noticed grasped his knife, tightly. He felt more
comfortable knowing he could take down the Nausicaan first, with a single shot.
 
The Tellerite was deep in thought, his right hand constantly stroking his chin.
"Fleeter," he said looking at Corbett, his Federation Standard heavily accented.
"I will take great pleasure in destroying you."
 
The Andorian remained silent, only the Nausicaan's grunt made the Tellerite
continue.
 
"How does it stand now?" The Tellerite asked his voice tense.
 
"The Andorian has folded. I raised, as did the Nausicaan. So just call already
and let's get on with the damn game." Corbett said snapping at him.
 
"Fine, I'll do that, I'll call." The Tellerite said throwing his chips onto the
table. A second later he laid down his cards and said "Three of a kind."
 
"Not good enough to beat a straight." Corbett said laying down his own cards.
 
The Nausicaan broke into a broad smile, which always looked like a sinister
expression on their hard features. "I believe, I have what you call, a Full
House." He said dropping his cards onto the table. Corbett saw that the
Nausicaan used both hands to pull his winnings in toward his chest.
 
Corbett relaxed a bit now that the Nausicaan's hand was no longer gripping the
hilt of his knife. With an exaggerated movement of his right hand he brought the
cigar to his lips and puffed appreciatively. He hoped that this would distract
them while he secretly released the hammer on his revolver with the other hand.
 
"That's a filthy habit," observed the Andorian, his antennae moving in opposite
directions of each other.
 
"This is a Cuban cigar, one of the finest smokes in the galaxy." Corbett
retorted incredulous at the statement.
 
"I thought doctors were supposed to know better than that." The Tellerite said
jumping into the conversation.
 
"As a doctor I believe you can do anything in moderation."
 
"Earth history has never been one of moderation." The Andorian said.
 
"Individuals sometimes find it easier rather than entire cultures." He said
tilting his head back and blowing a smoke ring.
 
"What about the weapon concealed in your boot, would you have used moderation
with that as well?" The Andorian asked.
 
"That depends." Corbett replied a little annoyed that he had been spied reaching
into his boot. "Let me ask the Nausicaan a similar question." He said gesturing
toward him with his cigar hand. "What were you going to do with the knife you
were gripping so tightly?"
 
"I swore that if I lost another hand to you I was going to cut out your heart
and eat it." He said another smile crossing his lips.
 
"See now, that's not moderation. I was just going to shoot you in the kneecap,
that's moderation. You'd be alive and I'd even throw in a new knee, gratis."
 
"Very kind of you." The Nausicaan said shuffling the chips in front of him.
 
"I think it time we play a real game, one from Andoria." Added their blue
companion as he picked up the cards and began to shuffle.
 
"Sorry, but it's time I get moving. I have a shuttle to catch early in the
morning." Corbett said pushing his chair back.
 
"Ah yes the Hood, your new assignment." The Tellerite said looking very smug.
 
Corbett stopped for a moment and turned his head so he could look the Tellerite
in the eyes. "You seem to know a lot for someone who is not fleet, my porcine
friend."
 
"A space port near a Starbase is a very small place and I have big ears." He
said smiling.
 
"What else do you're big ears hear Tellerite?" Corbett asked making sure the
Tellerite understood it really wasn't a question.
 
"Many things, but if you want to know something specific, you may need to help
my memory." He said his eyes darting to Corbett's pile of chips.
 
"Oh right," Corbett said looking up at him. "Will some metal help?" he asked
shuffling the metallic chips.
 
"Oh most definitely," The Tellerite said, his voice picking up in enthusiasm.
"It helps center my thoughts."
 
"Ok, here's my deal. You tell me what you know, or I'll take off one of your big
ears with a piece of lead."
 
"Only one ear?" Asked the Nausicaan trying to be helpful.
 
"Spirit of moderation and all." Corbett said smiling as his hand went for his
boot.
 
"Fine, fine, I'll tell you what the word is going around about you." The
Tellerite said quickly, his voice a bit sulky.
 
"It seems strange to many that one only commissioned a year ago is assigned as
the Chief Medical Officer to a top fleet starship like the Hood" He said, then
added quickly "There is also the question about your past."
 
"What about my past." Corbett said focusing in on that little bit of station
gossip.
 
"They say you had some trouble with Starfleet Medical causing you to be posted
out in the middle of nowhere known as Cestus III.
 
"The Tellerite has a point," said the Andorian "There are rumors circulating
about you."
 
A large chuckle broke from Corbett at those words. As he looked over his
companions their interest seemed to be peaked.
 
"Let's just say there was an incident, a really big incident and I needed to go
away for a while." He said.
 
"You ran like a coward?" Asked the Nausicaan his face contorted in disgust.
 
"No, I was given a chance to go into deep space." Corbett answered. "And I took
it."
 
"That still doesn't explain things." The Andorian said.
 
"You're right it doesn't." Corbett said standing, then added "Night all."
 
 
 
SD2260.156
0700
 
Scene: Interior Cabin: USS Culver NCC-0527, Long-Range Shuttle
and Personnel Transport
 
 
"Hey Cowboy is that your over sized trunk in the cargo space." Corbett heard the
voice say.
 
"That's Doctor Cowboy to you." He replied.
 
"What's in that thing anyway?" The voice asked
 
Corbett was sitting very comfortably in a high backed chair in the rear of the
shuttle, his cowboy hat covering his eyes as he was trying to sleep, but somehow
that annoying voice didn't get that.
"Medical supplies and lots of them." He said pushing his hat upon his head so he
could see who he was talking with.
 
"Sounded like a bunch of bottles clanking, when they loaded her into the cargo
compartment." The annoying voice continued; however Corbett could now see that
the voice was attached to a pinched faced little man.
 
"That surprises you -why?" Corbett asked sarcastically even though he was
getting a little nervous with this line of questioning.
 
"I've been on lots of supply runs, some of them carrying medical supplies and
equipment, but I never heard them clank around like that before. Besides I
thought we stopped using glass for medical supplies years ago. So what's in the
trunk really?" He asked.
 
"Who are you again?" Corbett asked trying to deflect him.
 
"Lieutenant James Maxwell, I'm the shuttle pilot for this run." He said with a
little too much zeal.
 
"Well you seem like a curious fellow Mr. Maxwell so I'll let you decide what you
want to do. That big over sized crate you are so keenly interested in has a
numeric lock whose code is 1985. You with me so far? "he asked.
 
Corbett waited for him to give me a small nod then continued. "So here is your
dilemma Slick. In that crate there are either several bottles of Tequila and
maybe a bottle or five of Romulan Ale. Then again it might just contain some
very specialized medicines and live viral strains to create vaccines, which can
only be contained and transported in sterile glass containers. So it's your
choice to open it or not, but be aware if it's the latter and I'm not sayin it
is mind ya, but if it is, then there are some really nasty things in them glass
bottles.
 
Now like you say, if them boys loadin that crate weren't none too careful and
one of them glass bottles broke. Well let's just say I wouldn't open that trunk
without a special ventilation and biohazard unit right next to me and maybe some
Bicyclic alpha-Polytropine on hand as well."
 
"Why, what's the worst that could happen?" Maxwell asked his voice a little
shaky.
 
"Well I'd say pretty soon after opening that lid your mucous membranes would
start to itch, then real soon that itch would progress into an excruciating
burn. After that, without immediate treatment, your mucous membranes would begin
to explode in huge boils that would melt the skin."
 
"Where are these membranes?" He asked his eyes wide as saucers.
 
"Mainly your nose and mouth, well that and one other place." Corbett said
clipping off the last part of his sentence.
 
"What other place?" Maxwell asked his voice almost pleading.
 
"Um, down there." Corbett said pointing to the man's groin.
 
The human body is always amazing. After gulping rather hard the young Lieutenant
turned 5 shades whiter than when the conversation started.
 
"Again it's your choice to take the risk and have a peak inside, but I'm on the
record as stating a strong medical opinion to the contrary."
 
"No sir, I don't really need to look in the trunk I believe they are medical
supplies." Maxwell said moving toward the front of the compartment.
 
"Very good Mr. Maxwell, I'll just take a little nap until we rendezvous with the
Hood." He said dropping his hat back over his face, mostly to cover the
noticeable grin. "Wake me when we are in range." He added not bothering to lift
his hat and then promptly fell asleep.
 
<TBC>
 
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
 
Just Adding some depth to my character, as I'm getting ready to join the crew...
 
Respectfully Submitted,
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
MED, USS Hood NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS

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