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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Respectability Has A Price== | |||
===by Steve Apple=== | |||
SD: 2261.087 | |||
MD: 2.1100 | |||
Scene: TSS HOOD, Corridor G-Deck | |||
Corbett knew the plan well. The Captain would go to the bridge and both Merrick and Gar would head to Engineering. His job was to recon the ship and let them know exactly who they were up against. As Chief Surgeon he would have access to the entire crew’s medical and psychological files. He would have to find weaknesses they could exploit if they were to succeed with their mission and escape. | |||
The turbolift let him out at an almost deserted corridor. Adjusting his hat he affected his best swagger and leisurely strolled toward sickbay. The layout of the ship might be the same he thought, but the amenities were certainly stark, the lighting dim and the coloring grey. | |||
“Stop where you are.” A female voice he almost recognized whispered in his ear as a phaser barrel was shoved into the small of his back. | |||
“If you could move that thing up just a bit I’d be much obliged, I’ve got a hell of an itch I can’t seem to reach.” He answered. | |||
“All you have to do is get rid of that green wench and I’ll scratch any itch you want.” | |||
Turning he was kissed very deeply. “I do like the way you detain a man.” He said after they broke. He recognized her as Ensign Flores. “Natalie you know I only have eyes for you.” | |||
“Uh huh right,” she said smiling. “You’re lucky I’ve been trailing you since the transporter room. If the security chief’s men had caught you unprotected, well you know the results.” | |||
“I take it I’m not his favorite person?” Corbett asked coyly. | |||
“If he could, he’d burn you down as soon as look at you, but then again you know that.” | |||
“Yes well how about telling me something I don’t know?” | |||
“I’ve got to hurry, but I think it important you know that the trill, the junior one, that is on the opposite schedule as me has been seen around areas of the ship that suddenly stop working.” | |||
“A saboteur,” Corbett said pushing his hat to the back of his head. “As Navigator does she have that kind of access?” | |||
He knew that was the wrong question to ask as soon as it was out of his mouth and he saw her face. | |||
“Did you get hit in the head when you were down at the planet? Of course she doesn’t, which is why I’ve had people quietly keeping tabs on her.” | |||
Thinking quickly he said. “That’s why I love you Natalie, because even when I’m brain damaged you watch my back.” | |||
“And how many more of your operatives are keeping tabs on me.” She asked then kissed him again and said. “Never mind, I’ll have people watch you until you get to sickbay, but mijo you best not wander without protection.” | |||
“How do you know I am without protection?” He said looking beyond her and motioning with his chin. “There could be three weapons trained on you right now and the only reason you’re not a pile of ashes is because they know you are loyal to me.” | |||
Ensign Flores took an instinctual look around. “I should have known you wouldn’t leave yourself vulnerable.” | |||
“At least I know you care.” He said kissing her one last time and heading back to sickbay whistling a Texas Rose. | |||
~Sickbay~ | |||
“Well it’s about damn time Cowboy.” | |||
“Ah Mother, how soothing it is to once again hear your melodic voice.” | |||
“Save it for one of your younger operatives.” She said, but added a smile to let him know she was relieved he was safe. “I have requisition forms for you to sign. Unfortunately it’s going to cost you about 40,000 credits.” | |||
“Excuse me did you say 40,000?” | |||
“I know it’s steep, but when we get back we’ll need to replenish the supplies we used to treat the injured from that explosion in engineering earlier. I don’t know of anyone else that would put out of pocket like you do.” | |||
Pushing his Cowboy hat to the back of his head he approved the requisition and funds transfer. What the hell kind of a place was this that didn’t have enough supplies to care for its injured. The fact that his other self was willing to part with personal income to treat the sick and injured made him go up a notch in Corbett’s estimation. | |||
“I’ll be in my office if I’m needed.” He said as he strolled out. | |||
~CMO’s Office~ | |||
The door to his office had a dual scan lock. Placing his hand on the plate he waited while it analyzed his digits and the retinal device scanned his eye. After a moment he heard an audible click and the door slid open. | |||
The office his counterpart had was a bit different than his aboard the USS Hood. It was larger, almost twice the size in fact and had a sleeping area. At least it had the trappings of Texas within. It seemed they weren’t all that dissimilar in tastes, well so far as women and décor were concerned. | |||
“Please be here, please, please…” He said to himself as he opened the trunk that sat in the corner of the room. “Thank the lord. You are like me.” He said out loud as he grabbed the neck of a tequila bottle and popped open the lid of the humidor to retrieve a candela. | |||
A minute later he sat with his feet propped up on the corner of the desk taking a sip of tequila while smoke from his cigar curled toward the ceiling. | |||
It took him at least two hours to go through the medical and associated files of personnel that manned key areas of this ship. He noted that about 90% of the crew was the same with the exception that there weren’t any Vulcan crew and there was the addition of a few Nausicaan ones. | |||
The chime to his office door went off bringing him back to the reality of where he was. Pulling his colt out of his boot he pointed it at the door and said. “Enter.” | |||
The door slid aside and a beautiful green skinned Orion glided in. Her two piece gold skirted uniform accentuated her curves in a way that his Starfleet’s uniforms never could. | |||
“Alia,” He said taken aback. | |||
“You seem surprised to see me.” She said sliding into his lap. | |||
He kissed her deeply; he had thought she died on Arcturus when the slave ship had crashed. But here she was sitting in his lap warm and willing. “It’s a new pleasure each time.” | |||
Lifting her he brought her over to the bed on the other side of the room and not for the first time that day had to give his counterpart credit for forward thinking. | |||
~Captains Quarters~ | |||
Corbett entered the cabin and immediately sat down in front of the desk in the Captain’s work area and put the Tequila bottle on the desktop. | |||
“Stile you look pale as ghost. What the hell did you learn?” Steele asked concern evident on his face. | |||
“That I’m married.” He said taking a small swig from the bottle. | |||
<NRPG> Just having some fun and moving the mission forward, I hope. Dave I brought you out as being the saboteur so we may somehow contact you as an ally. | |||
Respectfully Submitted | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Stile Corbett, MD | |||
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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