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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Make Yourself Useful== | |||
===by Andy Catterick=== | |||
SD: 2261.043 | |||
Scene: Transporter Room One | |||
“Where’s Stile.” Jack asked Chief Engineer Gar as the two men stood waiting in Transporter Room One while the young rating at the console tried his best to look like he was keeping busy in front oh his department head and the captain. | |||
“Perhaps his patient required his assistance. Besides, wouldn’t one of his junior staff be able to perform a simple physical on one person?” The Andorian asked. | |||
Jack smiled and shook his head. “I checked on the crewman before I came here and he is, or will, be fine. The presence of the chief medical officer is required. And so is the chief engineer.” | |||
Gar simply shrugged. | |||
The doors swished open and they watched as Stile strode in followed by a anti-grav pallet loaded with boxes of supplies. | |||
“Planning on moving in?” Jack asked as he looked over the supplies, mostly fresh food, that Stile had brought along with him. “Or just hoping to make a good impression on *Miss* Calvaster.” | |||
“All I need to make a good impression, sar, is my well known charm and obvious good looks.” | |||
Gar chortled in amusement. “And a pallet full of gifts!” | |||
“Well lets not keep the lady waiting.” Jack said as he hopped up on to the pad. | |||
Seconds later they were in a small transporter room facing a long corridor cut through the rock. | |||
“Need a little exercise captain?” Stile asked. | |||
Jack shook his head. “The minerals in the asteroid make it impossible to transport and deeper then this room. We have to walk the rest of the way to the habitat section.” | |||
“It looks to be almost a kilometer long!” | |||
“One and a half.” Jack corrected. | |||
“Wouldn’t have made more sense then to have moved the control room closer to the front door?” | |||
“You’d think. Apparently the engineers don’t agree with us.” | |||
“I can explain it if you like.” Gar offered in a tone that made it clear it should be completely obvious. | |||
“Please don’t.” Stile answered. | |||
In the end it wasn’t a very long walk and at the end they were rewarded with a beaming Miss Calvaster who appeared to be not a day over 120. Jack leaned close to the doctor. “Is she hot enough for you?” | |||
“Mary Calvaster.” She announced suddenly as she thrust out a hand. “Good to see you. Good to see anyone really!” She added with a laugh. | |||
“You don’t entertain to often ma’am?” Stile asked. | |||
“Not as often as I’d like. You must be the doctor.” She jabbed at him with her cane. | |||
“At your service.” | |||
“Well dig out your beads and voodoo dolls and lets get this over with. Don’t worry I don’t bite.” | |||
“Well how will that be any fun.” | |||
Mary harrumphed in answer and then pointed her cane at Jack and Gar. “No need for you to sit their gawking this isn’t a peep show. Why don’t you make yourself useful and start unloading my supplies. Or where you expecting me to do it.” | |||
“Uh no ma’am. Where would you like them?” | |||
“Storage room is in the back.” She turned back to Stile and pointed at his tricorder. “Do you need me to show you how to use that thing or are you just wasting time on purpose.” | |||
Gar picked up a box from the pallet. “So glad I came.” | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Steve...there ya go. | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Andy | |||
CAPT Jack Steele | |||
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
STARFLEET: ORIGINS | |||
NCC-1703 | |||