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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 |