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[ORIGINS] 6th/12th Fleet: The Year Ahead | ==[ORIGINS] 6th/12th Fleet: The Year Ahead== | ||
===by Andy Catterick & Alton RIchter | |||
SD: 2262.001, 0908 hours - Starbase 12 - RADM T'lar's Office | SD: 2262.001, 0908 hours - Starbase 12 - RADM T'lar's Office | ||
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CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | ||
STARFLEET: ORIGINS | STARFLEET: ORIGINS | ||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Medical Factors== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD 2262.015 | |||
MD 2.1010 | |||
Scene: Metron Sphere | |||
"Watch the boulder cluster on the left," Merrick said over his comm line. | |||
Whatever was causing their tricorders and communicators to blink out, they were | |||
far enough from it now to send signals to each other. And something told Sean | |||
that meant they were probably close enough to be fired at by some Gorn. | |||
"Not seeing any movement," the redshirt reported. "Tricorder is still not | |||
getting much range. I think I'm probably reading clear up to about 12 meters or | |||
so." | |||
"Peachy." Sean said, "I'll take it." He looked behind him to Kiska who was | |||
following close at his back and trying not to be a target. She held up her own | |||
device to scan him. After a few moments, Sean asked, "Well, will I live?" | |||
Kiska flashed him a "that's not funny" kind of glare and then frowned at her | |||
readings. Sean took note of her reaction and realized he'd have to be a bit | |||
careful with his quirky sense of humor when the object her affection was in | |||
mortal peril. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It'll be okay," he | |||
assured her. | |||
This time she glanced up at him with softer eyes. "Thanks, that's better," she | |||
said. Sean suppressed a laugh. He felt like he was owed a doggie biscuit or | |||
something. Maybe if he'd been this responsive with Jeri …. He ruthlessly | |||
shut down that line of futile thinking. All he needed to do, all he could do, | |||
was make sure he did things right from the beginning with this girl. | |||
He saw the worried shift in her expression before she could hide it. "Like I | |||
said, it will be okay," he said again, but the words held noticeably less | |||
conviction. | |||
Kiska took a deep breath. "You have it. But in a few minutes," she added | |||
quickly, "I should have its DNA code mapped." They both knew that the biochem | |||
algorithms would then take their shot at modeling a cure. | |||
"Team," Sean ordered over the net. Hold positions. We're getting things | |||
figured out over here. Even as he said it, Kiska began scanning herself. After | |||
a few moments she looked up, puzzled. | |||
"I don't have it," she seemed both frightened and relieved. Sean could | |||
understand the later emotion but wondered at the former. Maybe she was worried | |||
about being left alone if everyone else died? | |||
"Let's scan the others quick," he said. Moving from position to position, in | |||
short order they had their answer. She was the only one clear of the damned | |||
thing. | |||
"Okay, so why then?" Sean asked aloud. | |||
Kiska started running through the possibilities as they came to mind. "Blood | |||
factors? Some genetic trait? Maybe some gender difference? I'm the only woman | |||
here to scan. Maybe I have an antibody to something similar." | |||
"Shouldn't the tricorder be able to analyze all that?" Sean wondered. | |||
"Maybe. I'll give it a try." | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
Sent from my iPod | |||