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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Remember The Alamo== | |||
===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]=== | |||
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SD: 2260.179 | |||
MD: 1.1627 | |||
[Snip from Corbett's Post: Scalpels are a Doctors Best Friend] | |||
"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." | |||
[End Snip] | |||
Scene: J-Deck Corridor Intersection, USS HOOD | |||
"I'm not sure about revenge doc I'd settle for not getting killed." | |||
Kowlaczyk said frowning. "We got an EPS fire still burning out of | |||
control and we're exchanging fire with Klingons who outnumber us | |||
2 to 1. | |||
"I take it you're a glass half empty type of fella, Chief." Corbett | |||
said smiling. "However I am in agreement with the not getting killed | |||
part." | |||
"All we need to do is hold these guys for a few more minutes until | |||
security arrives." Kowlaczyk said. | |||
"Ah yes, Mr. DeSimms and the Calvary" Corbett said standing. | |||
"Where are you going?" Kowlaczyk asked | |||
"To check out the corridor behind us. Corbett answered. "If I hadn't | |||
spotted our sneaky little Ensign earlier y'all would have been dead by | |||
now." | |||
"Fine, just make sure you don't get killed in the processes." Kowlaczyk | |||
said. | |||
"Don't worry sar I'm diametrically opposed to death, especially my own." | |||
Corbett said hugging the wall as he moved down the corridor. | |||
Corbett crouched at the first intersection directly behind them and took | |||
a quick glance around the corner. There were at least four maybe five | |||
Gold Shirts taking up positions and moving toward him. | |||
He could shout out a warning to Kowlaczyk, but that might spring their | |||
trap, he thought. Turing his head he saw that the Engineers were still | |||
engaged in a forward shooting match with the Captain. | |||
He knew he couldn't take them all out, but maybe he could slow them | |||
down. Quickly he fished in his medkit for the hand scanner and tube | |||
reader. It took him a minute to make the minor adjustments to the | |||
equipment and a spray of sealant to glue them together. | |||
Corbett heard the Captains voice shout the word "Now" through one of the | |||
rear attacker's communicators. He knew it was time to act and threw the | |||
makeshift device around the corner. | |||
The whine of the scanner mimicked a sonic grenade and also served to | |||
increase the intensity of the lights from the tube reader, which played | |||
off the corridor walls. | |||
"Remember the Alamo" Corbett screamed as he jumped around the corner and | |||
into the attackers, holding a phaser in one hand and a hypospray in the | |||
other. He immediately scored a phaser hit on one of the Gold shirts. | |||
There was momentary confusion and he was able to reach out and snag | |||
another with the hypospray before he saw four more Gold shirts take aim. | |||
It was over for him as his sensor started chirping and the attackers blew | |||
past him to make short work of the defending Engineers. With a sigh he | |||
started walking back toward the turbo lift. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Dr. Stile Corbett | |||
CMO | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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