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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Riding Off Into The Sunset== | |||
===by Daniel Belin=== | |||
SD: 2261.023 | |||
<<Snip from Dave’s Post “"Denobulans and shuttlecrafts" | |||
ARr'Rhiana dropped the rifle and threw up, she just had made it while the Romulans where shooting at her and she had been forced to shoot at least one and probably had hit several other. This was the first time she had to shoot to kill and she never would forget the sight of blood showing up from the Romulan she had shot. | |||
Tears where running down her cheeks and she trembled from anger, fear, anxiety, a strange mix of feelings. Slowly she came back to her positives and looked up through the tears in her eyes. She noticed someone holding her hair out her face and she tried to smile grateful. "Are, did we, is everyone safe?" She was able to ask... | |||
End Snip>> | |||
Corbett smiled down at her as he let her hair fall back. “Because of you we all made it safe.” | |||
ARr'Rhiana gave a slight smile to the cowboy. “I hate killing, but I’d hate losing my family even more.” | |||
“I understand that very much,” Corbett answered. “I could give you something to help, but I suspect you might want to hold onto that emotion for awhile.” | |||
ARr'Rhiana nodded. “Do all professional scoundrels know the right things to say?” | |||
Corbett had to chuckle at her. She was almost 3 times his age with a lifetime of devastatingly hard experiences and yet she could exude the unconditional love and innocence of a child. “Only the more practiced ones.” | |||
Smiling widely she took a seat on the shuttle and closed her eyes. It would take her time to sort through her emotions, but right know time was something she had. | |||
Corbett left her to her thoughts and turned his attention to the Captain and First Officer. “You’re looking better Sean I think that neural stimulant has helped. You took a pretty bad hit back there.” | |||
Sean sat up a bit to answer, but was gently pushed back down by the Captain. “Don’t let him fool you he’s goldbricking Stile. He gets one small point blank hit and decides to sit out the whole firefight.” | |||
Sean snickered a bit at that. “I thought you needed the shooting practice. Nice dive to my resting place by the way. It almost made you look like a real action hero.” | |||
“Don’t you start with me Commander.” Steele said smiling. “Beginning tomorrow at 06:00 I’m sending you down to DeSimms for evasion drills.” | |||
“Sorry to disappoint you Cap.” Corbett interrupted with an evil glint. “But do to the hit Commander Merrick sustained he’ll need some nursing care for the next day or two. I was thinking of assigning Lt. Saxman to him.” | |||
Both men watched as Merrick turned a shade or ten paler. “That won’t be necessary doctor I’m fine.” | |||
“As chief medical officer I am charged with maintaining your health sar. Now do as I say, or your next physical will be highly unpleasant.” | |||
Merrick nodded meekly, giving both the doctor and Captain extreme pleasure at watching their friend squirm uncomfortably. | |||
Gar sat next to the unconscious Andorian female and Romulan prisoner. Shaking his head he tried to clear his thoughts and the fading effects of his own stunning. He watched Avae and pondered what he was going to do, but that could wait. | |||
He had been listening to his shipmates joke amongst themselves. Humans were a curious race, he thought. They could endure hard battle and tragedy just to make a joke on the other side of it. They were in their own way a remarkable species. | |||
“I seem to remember from old Earth movies.” Gar said quietly. “Westerns I think they were called. That at the end the good guys always rode off into the sunset.” | |||
The senior officer looked over at him and smiled. | |||
Respectfully Submitted | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Stile Corbett, MD | |||
CMO, USS HOOD-1703 | |||
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