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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Scalpels are a Doctor's Best Friend==
===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]===
SD: 2260.175
MD: 1.1458
[Snip from Brian's Post Big Damn Drill - Red vs Gold]
Merrick smiled and waved him off. "Speaking of a mess." He hit the comm,
"ARr'Rhiana Hemux, cue your mass casualties." Then to Corbett he said,
"Go have fun doc."
[End Snip]
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD
"I believe I shall sar," Corbett said leaving the XO at the Command Chair.
After a few steps he turned back to the man. "Oh, I almost forgot, please
have someone tell the Red Shirts that the gentleman with the cowboy hat is
on their side."
"I'll be sure to tell them, but you might want to take it off anyway. It
kind of makes you a conspicuous target for some Gold shirted Klingon."
Merrick said smiling.
"Remove my hat sar, in the thick of battle." Corbett responded a look of
mock horror on his face. "That would be sacrilegious sar. Like my ancestors
at the Alamo I shall die with my boots and hat in place."
Corbett turned and headed for the Turbo Lift not waiting for Merrick's
response.
"Corbett to Triage" He said into his communicator.
"Grey here Cowboy." The female voice said.
"Mother, you got wounded coming in from the Science dept. have Dr. Kavlin
prep the surgical and intensive care units down in Sickbay."
"We'll be ready when they get here." She said then added. "Are you heading
here to the cargo bay, or down to sickbay?"
"I'll be moving between both, as well as keeping track of the trauma teams."
He answered.
"Try not to get killed, or do anything stupid." She admonished.
"Yes Mother, Corbett out." He said as he closed the communicator, but as
an afterthought he flipped it back open. "Corbett to Orange Team."
"Orange Team, Pearson here."
"Pearson I want you and your team to stay low. You've got intruders on
J-deck with you and the last thing I need is the team that's supposed to be
rendering aid getting shot up."
"Yes sir, son of a …" Was all Corbett could make out as he heard a loud
chirping sound and the link went dead.
"Damn it Pearson." Corbett yelled as he flipped his communicator closed and
dashed into the Turbo lift. "J-deck." He said to the lift and wondered what
in the hell he was going to do when he got down there.
"Computer," Corbett said as the Turbo lift began its movement to J-deck.
"Working." The metallic voice answered.
"From this Turbo lift how do I get to Forward Weapons Control?"
"The most direct route is to take Turbo lift to J-deck." The computer
answered.
Corbett rolled his eyes and marveled at the literalness of the computer.
"Once the Turbo lift reaches J-deck how do I get to Forward Weapons
Control?"
"Proceed approximately 30 meters from the Turbo lift and at the second
intersection turn left. From there proceed another 25 meters and at the
first intersection turn right and proceed for 10 meters to destination."
The doors to the Turbo lift opened revealing the corridor, its emptiness
eerie. Corbett followed the computers directions, but ducked into the
corridor on the right at the first intersection when he saw a Gold Shirted
Ensign moving stealthily against the wall. After a moment he took a quick
glance around the corner, it was clear and he followed the Ensign at a
safe distance. He could hear the noise grow louder as he approached.
Taking a quick glance around the second corner he saw a group dressed in
red coveralls crouched low and firing phasers at the intersection ahead.
The Gold shirt was moving in behind them trying to pin them down.
Corbett reached for the phaser he had forgotten to bring along.
"Damn it." He cursed to himself.
Then out of instinct his hand went to his boot and the colt cobra pistol
he kept there. He thought about it for a moment, but decided against
shooting the sneaky little Ensign. Instead he reached into the Emergency
Trauma Kit he remembered to bring.
"Pst, hey kid," He whispered loud enough to cause the Ensign to turn
toward him.
The Ensigns eyes went wide as he turned and his personal sensor started
chirping.  Immediately three of the men in red coverall's turned and
fired toward the chirping causing Corbett to drop to the deck before his
own sensor triggered due to friendly fire.
"He's down already." Corbett said to the men then stood and clapping the
kid on the shoulder "It's over son, I'm sorry."
"But how, you didn't even have a phaser?" The Ensign asked.
"Never bring a knife to a gun fight unless you're a surgeon." Corbett
replied smiling as he held up his laser scalpel. "I just triggered your
sensor, they're the ones that actually phasered you."
"That's not fair." The Ensign complained.
"Sure kid and shooting an unarmed doctor would have been."
"I wouldn'…" The Ensign stopped himself and nodded at the doctor as he
headed toward the turbo lift.
"Wait a minute kid I'll take that." Corbett said grabbing the man's
phaser and then he turned and ran back down the hall to the men in red
coveralls.
"What the hell are you doing down here doc." One of the men asked as
Corbett slid down next to them.
"Doing something stupid to be sure," Corbett said then asked. "Who's in
charge here?"
"Me, Chief Kowlaczyk unless you want the job."
"Absolutely not sar, being a figure of authority goes against my ethics.
I'm now your new field medic."
"That's good cause your team got its ticket punched awhile ago by the
Captain."
"Well then I would say revenge is in order."
Respectfully Submitted,
Steve Apple
Dr. Stile Corbett
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
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