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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Texan’s Never Forget== | |||
===by Steve Apple=== | |||
SD 2261.180 ((1836.066)) | |||
Scene: The Alamo | |||
<<Snip From Dave’s Post “What is a Texian?” (Finest Beings on Planet Earth) | |||
"… Their telepathic power is like a raging bonfire, each of them could easily burn our brains to a crisp. I’m a matchstick by comparison." She patted him on the shoulder. "You're a bit of dry grass." | |||
His eyes narrowed and his scowl showed his appreciation of her `compliment'. "Well, Miss Matchstick, the third charge of this fine morning left this place overrun. We'd better find a way out before then, or a way to win this battle." | |||
End Snip>> | |||
As if in answer to his thoughts Corbett spied three Mexican soldiers running across the square. | |||
“He encontrado algunos cerdos gringo ahi!” Yelled one of the soldiers, obviously spotting the two officers. | |||
“Get behind the broken part of that wall over there.” Corbett shouted at the Trill. | |||
“Why?” | |||
“The fat one on the right just said he spotted some white pigs and because they’re kneeling, which means they’re getting ready to fire.” Corbett yelled diving behind the wall as three large caliber rifle shots hit the stone. | |||
“Son of a bitch.” Corbett spat as he reflexively reached into his boot and brought out his colt. “This is for Davey, Sam and Jim.” He shouted as he popped up and fired three successive rounds. | |||
Cedria glanced over and saw the doctor had the same smile he had when he went after the poisonous rabbit. He was insane that had to be it, there was no other explanation, she thought. “You know this is an illusion and nothing more?” She questioned. | |||
“I know that,” Corbett scowled. “However, besides feeling good about payback there was a method to my madness.” | |||
“Madness is right, only an idiot or someone quite insane goes around shooting ancient weapons at illusions.” | |||
Corbett smiled at her and characteristically pushed his hat to the back of his head. “We’ll see,” he said as he jumped over the wall and headed toward where the soldiers had been. | |||
Cedria frowned, but stayed put. After a few moments and the lack of additional gunfire she poked her head over the wall and saw the doctor walking toward three prone figures. “He actually managed to hit them,” she said to herself as she moved to follow him. | |||
Corbett stopped several feet from the bodies and turned to see Cedria making her way cautiously to him. “Tell me what you see.” He said when she caught up to him | |||
“I see three dead illusions.” She said. | |||
“No you don’t.” Corbett said still facing away from the bodies. | |||
Cedria’s patience with him were wearing thin. “Stop playing games doctor.” | |||
“This is no game darlin; you and I have minds that are how did you put it, oh yeah like dry grass.” | |||
“No I said your mind was like dry grass.” She corrected. | |||
“See that’s your problem,” Corbett reprimanded. “You’re so used to thinking as one being you forget you’re really two distinct life forms.” | |||
“What’s your point doctor?” | |||
“My point is that Zade knows that this is just an illusion; however you Cedria and I the lowly humanoids still believe this is very real.” | |||
“What?” | |||
“Why are we still here?” He asked. “And why does the air smell of gunpowder? Why do our ears hear the sounds of battle so clearly and coming closer? It’s because we need proof that this is an illusion, Zade on the other hand because of his mild telepathy does not.” | |||
“If you believe that then why did you interact with them?” | |||
“For proof my dear.” Corbett said. “I shot each one in the chest.” | |||
“I can see that; so how is that proof.” | |||
“Because I shot them with a .38 caliber bullet, which would create a wound that is inconsistent with the vision in my mind that each one has a smoldering hole the size of my fist to the left side of their chests.” | |||
Corbett heard Cedria gasp at his words and turned to see the wounds he just described. | |||
Immediately as if in the blink of an eye he was back in his cell, alone, the force field holding him prisoner an inky black. | |||
“Told you so!” He said out loud and then pulled his hat over his eyes and promptly fell asleep. | |||
Respectfully submitted; | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Stile Corbett, MD | |||
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
