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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Its Wabbit Season== | |||
===by Steve Apple=== | |||
SD: 2261.038 | |||
Scene: Corridor outside the CMO’s Quarters, USS HOOD | |||
The hunt was on at least as far as Corbett was concerned. Stealthily he made his way down the corridor following the rabbits’ trail. The halls were empty as most of the night crew had made their way to their safety stations. The Captain would later say thank God no one was around to witness the scene of the ship’s Chief Medical Officer walking in a crouched position with a lasso, spouting taunts at the rabbits. | |||
It had been awhile since Corbett had competed in a rodeo, but that didn’t matter to him. He had run down and tied every form of bovine and porcine animal know on earth. These were rabbits and he knew that, but damn it if they weren’t the size of a small suckling. | |||
The trail led him to the turbo lift and ended. Standing he sniffed around and realized that the rabbits had somehow gotten onto the lift. Scratching his chin he wondered where they would be heading. | |||
“In order to catch the rabbit, you must think like the rabbit.” He said to himself. | |||
If I were a rabbit where would I go? Hydroponics maybe, but that was a long shot. The drugs were making it a bit hard to think, but Hydroponics sounded plausible. | |||
[Security to J Deck, Section 12, rabbits sighted] | |||
Corbett smiled, his quarry was in reach. “J Deck.” He said as he entered the lift. | |||
In a moment the lift stopped and the doors opened onto a deserted hallway. Crouching he checked the corridor for any sign that the furry little bastards had been there. They were crafty and he had to give them credit for that. The trail had gone cold. His only recourse was to head toward section 12. | |||
He took the corridor to the left of the turbolift and followed it for a few minutes. He thought he was headed toward section 12, but he wasn’t sure. He could hear a noise getting louder as he continued on his course. It was awful, it might have been music as it was synchronized, but other than that it was just ear piercing noise. | |||
Following the noise he walked another fifty feet and turned a corner when he saw them. Their backs were against the bulkhead and they were pressed tightly together ears in a flattened position. | |||
“Computer end noise.” He said into the wall unit and instantly the noise ceased. | |||
Twirling his lasso he walked to where his corridor intersected with another. He was twenty feet from the rabbits and was startled to see a woman, a trill, pressed against the ceiling doing a split. | |||
“Stile Corbett at your service Miss.” He said removing his hat and executing a grand bow. | |||
"Are you insane, those things carry a deadly poison on their horns? Just back away and call security now." She said in frustration. | |||
Corbett put his hat back on, his eyes never leaving the rabbits. “My sanity is always in question; however, I’m afraid these rabbits and I have a score to settle.” | |||
“Don’t even thin…” She shouted. | |||
Corbett interrupted her with a shout of “Yee Haw,” as he took off after the rabbits. | |||
The musical composition also known ear piercing noise had confused the rabbits and hurt their sensitive ears. Once it had stopped they were able to shake their heads clear and resume the hunt for the prey they had cornered. Turning back toward the corridor intersection they moved in unison. The rabbits stopped after covering about five feet or so after they recognized Corbett as the man who had attacked them earlier. | |||
Both rabbits turned to run as they saw the screaming man coming toward them. They were fast, but for the one on the right not fast enough. Corbett’s lasso caught the rabbit’s back left foot and it tumbled. Its companion kept running out of sheer fear. | |||
Corbett reeled the rabbit toward him and with skill honed over years of practice had it bound head to toe without getting touched by its horn. Reaching into his med kit he got out the hypospray and sedated the rabbit before dragging it back to where the woman had been hiding. | |||
“You can come down now.” Corbett said as he dropped the rabbit by where the woman was, so she could see it had been subdued. Within a minute he had his rope untied and recoiled. “Have security get this one, it’ll be out for at least three hours. I’m going after its friend.” | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
I couldn’t resist a drugged up Corbett running around hunting rabbit like a cross between Elmer Fudd and Carl Spackler (Bill Murray in Cadyshak) | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Stile Corbett, MD | |||
CMO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||