Captain Huff

Hahaha! Poor baby!

In an effort to promote the Hood and fill out our roster, the Hood staff and crew are planning to jump into the Thursday 9 Academy any nights we are home and available and sim Original Series style for all our velour worth.

 

We're also looking into a second timeslot, and will post that once it's been confirmed with the hosts.

 

I invite any and all of you who like TOS, like the Hood, like me, or are simply looking for something to do on Thursdays to come and join us! It would very helpful if you mentioned the Hood to TOS-interested cadets.

 

As the older-timers know, my evenings home are nearly non-existant due to both work and a non-work pursuit (that keeps me healthy, fit and sane!) I've been thinking for a very long time what I could do for outreach when I'm not home for academy times. I am humbled and grateful for the generosity of both the Academy hosts and my crew for offering to help.

 

Please join us!

 

Teri

What??

 

In the character of TOS to love all things green and to fall prey to Romulans, Orions and all things bad, Captain Huff (currently LOA for the reason below) was stolen from the Hood and genetically manipulated and impregnated with unknown DNA merged with her own. Our crack medics determined that the resulting offspring is mostly Human with traces of Chartreusian DNA.

 

What?? A former crewman was miraculously healed with leeches from the planet Chartreuse, however some of the leeches' genetic material, namely their light green color and phosphorescense, was fused with his own. This character, in a quest to grow and find his own path ended up with the Orions and is quite happy with a career as an exotic dancer. He is very good at it and looks great all buff and light green and all. ANYway, the Orions, never happy with the Federation or her Flagship Hood, got their hands on some advanced medical technology, stole Huff, impregnated her with this green guy's DNA and returned her, and are hoping their message will strike fear all the way up the Federation Command.

 

In the meantime, Huff is on leave on Earth with her green baby. Oh, I forgot to mention that as part of the medical manipulation, the gestation was accelerated and now the development of the child is also accelerated. He is about three Earth years old now.

 

Ohh... now that's convenient isn't it? (Guess who hates simmed babies, lol). But alas! I need name ideas for a very lovely pale green male character (who will reach adulthood in a conveniently short time) who glows in the dark.

 

!!!

Hi guys!

 

Behind your backs... Your cohosts have been up to no good. More than usual. ;)

 

As I've been hinting, we're shaking up the Hood plot. But just a little. Zareh and I are going to switch host positions, both OOC and we'll be playing it out IC. Actually, IC we haven't made a whole lot of plans, but I have some evil ideas...

 

Zareh and I have both been on the Hood for a good while, so you shouldn't feel too much of a change. I still plan to eat all sim and run complicated plots such as "Blue Cube Night." Zareh, on the other hand, will continue to do plots with more brain substance, just as we've been doing all along.

 

So, we'll see you Tuesday. Try to get to your microwaves a few minutes early.

 

To any new interested people, now will be a good time to join, as we'll be back on Earth relatively soon for the usual court martial/punishment/beatings.

Greetings - Just letting the Hood crew know that we're bumping the time an hour to start at 11 ET. Please let your crewmates know if you see them around.

 

Also - The storyline we've just started will be giving a good opportunity to add new crew if you've been thinking of joining. It's a TOS sim. We eat a lot of donuts and drink a lot of coffee. Other than that, you know, we fly around and occasionally shoot stuff. Just pop a note to personnel with your preferred department(s). We'll supply the primary color cheap velour uniform.

Tonight we ate cheese in the rec room :P

omg.. time to get my plane tickets... to Buenos Aires!! :P

 

Have fun, guys. As usual it butts my annual trip to the Motherland so i can't do both. Drink something blue in my honor and complain about how i've deserted you and do nothing for the forum. :)

"We will be known forever by the tracks we leave." -Lakota/Sioux proverb

Cool.

Meanwhile on a very different part of the ship, Commander Root engaged in his own therapy: This one was facilitated by sunlight and conversation.

 

“I should have gotten a response by now. I’ve done all the talking I care to, and right now all I need is an official approval and a shuttle. After all of my service this is not too much to ask.”

 

The bright green alligator, belly up under the sun lamps, did not answer. In fact it didn’t even twitch.

 

“Do you think Frank even gave her the document? It’s not his place to choose when she signs it. He gets to lay out dress uniforms and procure illegal ale, not decide what’s most important. This is my life after all, and not an easy decision. “

 

The alligator did not answer, but rather shifted a little to get more sun and less noise.

 

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to go get the approval in person. I hate walking through the ship though – Everyone stares. I should be used to it. I mean, I like the color, I guess I just feel that everyone else ought to. Well, everyone else here. I know where it’s liked. Loved even…”

 

A slow smile spread over Root and he glowed just a little bit brighter green, even surpassing the alligator’s prized hue.

Lieutenant Skt shifted a little until he was perfectly settled, feet up, in the soft hole of a cinnamon frosted donut on Kresh’s desk. It had been a long tedious shift in Waste Reclaimation, and while Skt enjoyed using his engineering skills and was always proud to be a part of the team, this particular duty wasn’t his favorite. However, the strong scent of the cinnamon was slowly purging the previous eight hours of bad odor from his system, and the soft cushion of the pastry was therapeutic on his tired joints.

 

A few inches away Zzt and Kzt had chosen Kresh’s lukewarm coffee as their spa of choice. (There were many choices these days as Kresh seemed to have given up these delights for more healthy options. Finding a free donut on the Hood was always a goldmine, but right in their department? Heaven!)

 

“How did the gasket replacements go?” Kzt asked as she expertly poked out a leg to float back into the center of the coffee.

 

Zzt answered, “Oh you know, the only challenge is getting the old ones off. The hand torch seemed to do the trick well enough.”

 

“Umhm. Hey, Skt… How long do you think the project will take?”

 

Skt opened his eyes from his donut-coma. “Well… Honestly, it depends on Kresh’s mood. We could easily finish in two days, but there’s no reason to think it can’t be made into six months. There’s nothing wrong with fine tuning a system when we don’t have anything more pressing. I enjoy it actually. It’s just that the smell down there gets to you. Yish… “ He did a slow three-sixty spin in the donut hole to stir up more cinnamon scent.

 

Kzt laughed. “Yeah.”

 

Zzt still pondered, “You don’t think he’ll want the wiring done? I don’t mind wiring, but I *really* wanted to get back to the androids. I had an idea late last night for the power conversion…”

 

Kzt answered, “Well… I’ve had enough of a coffee break. You want to give it a few hours now off duty?”

 

“Yeah!”

 

The two hopped out of the coffee cup and shook off.

 

“Skt, you coming?”

 

“Yeah… just five more minutes. I’ll meet you down there.”

Name: T'Aral, Raj^kl"u~ess'q

Rank: Ensign

 

Current Department: Engineering

 

Requested Department(s): Science, Communications

 

Reason for Transfer Request: Cultural conflict, of nature sufficient to interfere with the good order of Starfleet Operations.

 

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Approvals:

 

_Transfer Denied_ Department Chief, Current, Lt. Commander Raneef Kresh

(Additional note: Insubordinate, but has the potential to be trained. Transferring to avoid

unpleasant duty assignment not acceptable. All new staff begin with this task, will not

make an exception for some uppity cadet right out of the Academy who goes touching

equipment without being cleared and authorized to do the task, then gets all touchy

about it. Once I recieve medical clearance for this one, because at the last report I had

recieved from Medical, she had been admitted due to some sort of mental issue, I

recommend double shifts for 2 weeks to learn the appropriate basic systems of this ship.

 

_______________ Department Chief, Proposed

 

_Transfer Denied_ Executive Officer, Commander Alessandro Zareh

(Additional Note: Without approval from current department head, and lack of substance in transfer reason, the Executive Officer cannot approve transfer.)

 

_Transfer Denied_Commanding Officer Helen E. Huff <<signed by Frank, but nobody can tell the difference>>

i think a good few of us have woken up hungover and terrified with that thing staring us down... lol!

I hate you people. I hate Hunt Valley more. I hate that your trip doesn't directly conflict with when i'm most likely going to BA.

 

However... I love bluecrabs.

 

Now, promise to spend two evenings with me in Crabland (not joking) and I'll swing by if I can dredge up the money and find a hotel with a real pool.

 

Am I worth it? HELL no. But in spite of yourselves you love me. ;) And crabs are goooood. (I should know...)

The day was dry and hot. It wasn’t uncomfortably hot, but actually had a rather pleasant late summer day feel to it. If the circumstances weren’t quite what they were, that is.

 

Huff shuffled along in line with the other captors being sold on her group as well as one could shuffle in the uncomfortable slave-heels the women were made to wear. Why spend good money on something you were going to lose in the sale, afterall?

She coughed a little from the dust being churned by so many feet: Slaves, captors, buyers and of course local rubberneckers out for a day’s entertainment. It was interesting to note that window shopping was a universal pastime.

 

Huff had no doubt that the Hood would find her. Eventually. Not just out of loyalty to a ship’s captain, but also out of fear of Federation Secrets being available to the Orions, and most importantly, Bethany had not finished her slow lifetime torture yet. We had decades of that left, and that old bat never left a project unfinished.

 

Oh my, it was her turn for the bidding block. Well, the elevation of the platform would give her a better vantage point to scan the crowd and area. So far there had been no opportunity to escape. Slaves wanting to escape was not a new thing for the Orions, and they knew perfectly well how to handle the process.

 

The bidding had begun. My God these cheap shoes hurt. Huff turned her head quickly as she thought she heard a familiar voice. She kept peering through the increasing crowd and finally spotted a small band of Hood crew, disguised in local dress. Thank goodness, and what could possibly be wrong with the transporters??

 

And so the bidding escalated. As annoying as the entire process was, it was on a very small level relieving that she wasn’t sold too quickly and cheaply. After all there had to be SOME advantage to working out in the sterile Hood gym…

 

But alas… the high end of the bidding was down to some old Klingon… no, he was passed out… Now it was between Zareh and… Kresh?? WHY were they bidding against each other? Oh good, there was ever present Frank in the wings, they’d have the petty cash somehow (one never asked).

 

Kresh or Zareh, Kresh or Zareh… Huff sighed.

Lots of awards and promotions! Enjoy and spread the word.

 

USS Hood

NCC-1703

Constitution Class Deep Space Exploration Vessel

"Whoever saves one life saves the world entire"

 

0905.24

 

 

 

Command:

Captain Captain Helen E. Huff (Female, Human) (21/ 17% 6# 3$)

First Officer Commander Zareh (Male, Risan) (4/ 4% 2*)

 

Operations:

Chief of Operations OPEN

 

Communications Specialist. *Open*

Helm Ensign Knight (Male, Human) (%)

Weapons Specialist Appointed by Security

 

Science:

Chief Science Officer Lieutenant Commander Hans Seiben (Male, Human) (11/ 12% 3# 2? 2+ 3& *)

Life Science Specialist Lieutenant Commodus Rex (Male, Human) (3/ 3% 2*)

Physical Sciences Specialist *Open*

Geological Sciences Specialist Lieutenant Hard (Undetermined, Horta)

 

Security:

Chief of Security Lieutenant Junior Grade Ian Bagellis (Male, Human) (%)

Security Officer *Open*

Security Officer Ensign Doug T (male, Human) (2/ 2% #)

Security Officer *Open*

 

 

Engineering

Chief Engineer Lieutenant Commander Raneff Kresh (Male, Tellarite) (13/ 6% # & + *)

Propulsion Systems Specialist Lieutenant Senior Grade Random OZick (Female, Trill) (15/ 15% 3#)

Defensive Systems Specialist Ensign t'Aral (Female, Vulcan)

Control Systems *Open*

 

Medical:

Chief Medical Officer Lieutenant Senior Grade Sean Caius Llewellyn (Male, Human) (4/ 3% 3#)

Medical Officer Lieutenant T'Mir (Female, Vulcan) (/ %)

Medical Officer Ensign Vilanne Chalice (Female, Human) (/ %)

 

Leave of Absence:

Bagels

 

 

Awards:

% - Bronze Medal of Honor (10 consecutive sims)

# - Silver Medal of Honor (25 consecutive sims)

$ - Gold Medal of Honor (50 consecutive sims)

/ - Service Stripe (Every 25 sims)

& - Starfleet Starburst (Annual Performance in Logs and Participation)

* - Admiral's Clusters (Annual Quality Log)

? - Pennington Award (Quality log writing over time)

+ - Merit Award (Quality log/plot series)

¤ - Brain Fart of the Year (Exceptional act of stupidity)

! - Special Award

@- Platinum Medal of Honor (100 consecutive sims)

D- Dilithium Medal of Honor (150 consecutive sims)

L- Latinum Medal of Honor (200 consecutive sims)

ROFL! Donuts!! How did you know!

 

:P Thanks everybody! I had a fabulous day (well, okay, a fabulous whole weekend, whoohoo!). And as my family went out of town a day later, that means I just have to keep eating the ENTIRE Italian bakery fruit & cream cake all by myself... (ala Homer Simpson eating the six-foot sub... lol. I have two pieces left. ;)

 

Thanks again.

Actually, the theme of Hood's plot on Tuesday is loosely appropriate to the RL events taking place. :)

 

See you there!

It was a rough year for Santa too.

Holy Crapoly! WB Sumo!

Hey... I am hurt that no one ever mentions my role in the origins of STSF... :) I mean, I know it's not all about ME (huh?), but... well, I don't get no salary or nothin... how about some kudos? The n00bs don't even know.......

 

::fishing, hoping, not feeling the love::

I still have a box of eyeballs...

 

Yes, it's a great idea. Great ideas cost money, time and work. Anyone willing to contribute these things is MORE than welcome to! The money, time, and work, that is. Ideas are easy and cheap. :)

We have a Borg hand

 

You stole it for your program

 

Now it makes cookies

Hey guys, let's refrain from plugging our own ships here or in similar posts. General advice is great (kudos to those of you who gave it :) I'll pull future shameless plugs, no matter how cute you try to make them.

 

~The Leaner, Meaner Huff~

portable butt warmer

 

steaks not included