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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Contemplating Mysterium== | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Contemplating Mysterium== | ||
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FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | ||
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Hangovers and Briefings== | |||
===by Steve Apple=== | |||
SD 2260.252 | |||
MD 2.1435 | |||
Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD | |||
Corbett knew he needed coffee, hot and strong. He also knew that there was no stronger coffee than that available to sickbay personnel. Even the swoosh of the door sounded amplified a thousand times as he entered sickbay. | |||
“Rough night eh cowboy?” Lt. Commander Grey asked with a smirk. | |||
“It seems I may have gotten a little carried away with my vices last night. I am in dire need of coffee madam so please tell me you have brewed some.” | |||
“It’s in the conference room.” She said. | |||
“Also if you would please put together that recipe I gave you should just such an occasion arise I would be ever so grateful.” He said pulling his hat down in front of his eyes. | |||
She gave him a dark look as she stood and walked over to the dispensary cart. “By the way we need to talk about something.” | |||
“Thank you Mother.” He replied as he shuffled toward the conference room ignoring her last comment. | |||
The coffee looked and smelled terrible he thought as he tipped the pot and watched the thick liquid fill his cup. The taste was bitter and the acrid smell was overpowering, it was exactly what he needed. As his shaky hand held the cup to his lips, out of the corner of his eye he saw Mother approach him with a hypospray. | |||
“Why don’t you just drink synthehol?” She asked as she injected him. | |||
As the coffee and drugs hit his blood stream his hangover ebbed enough for him to gather the energy to become indignant. “The distilling of alcohol to its purest form – tequila, took man thousands of years to perfect. Do not suppose that science with its reorientation of an OH group could do anything other than ruin its texture, taste and above all its effect.” | |||
“Ah huh. What about the headache, nausea and vertigo of a hangover?” She quipped. | |||
“It is the duality of its nature and should be embraced as reparations for ones over indulgence. A wise man named Homer Simpson once said in a toast ‘Here's to alcohol... The cause and solution to all of life’s problems’. | |||
“You just keep thinking that way slick,” she said frowning at him. “Which brings me to another aspect of your behavior that is disrupting my routine and pissing me off?” | |||
Corbett was feeling better, but wasn’t sure he was up to placating his head nurse at the moment. “I am sorry Mother I won’t do it again. I promise.” | |||
“Don’t try to placate me with empty words, besides I doubt this is a promise you could keep Cowboy.” | |||
His headache fading he was now intrigued by her words. “Alright I’ll bite, what horrendous thing have I done now to upset you.” | |||
“You’re little girlfriends are constantly coming down here looking for you and disrupting my staff.” She said frowning. | |||
“That seems like a bit of an exaggeration.” He said with a sigh. | |||
“Does it now.” She answered sarcasm dripping from her words. “Let’s see, while you were off getting drunk with Commander Merrick. Lieutenant Powers came down here followed by Ensign Flores, Yeoman Vail, Crewman Boyle, and my personal favorite Commander Thompson. So you better nip this in the bud now, or I’m going to let them know about each other.” | |||
Corbett wasn’t sure he should smile, or frown as his nurse ran off that list of names.”My apologies Mother, right after the Captain’s briefing I will have a talk with the ladies in question and ask them to refrain from visiting sickbay unless they are ill.” | |||
“You better Cowboy, or so help me…” | |||
“Sorry Mother,” He said cutting her off. “But I have to go, or I’ll be late for the Captain.” He said as he bolted out of sickbay. | |||
Scene: Briefing Room, USS HOOD | |||
Corbett sat in the briefing room across from Merrick. The man looked terrible, his eyes were red and his face had a slight green tinge that spoke volumes. Every time the man would look over at him, Corbett would smile and lift his coffee cup in mock salute. He knew the Commander was cursing him under his breath and gained immense pleasure from taunting the man. He liked Sean and knew he would come clean with his friend and tell him about the chemical remedy that made him look right as rain, but that would be later. | |||
< Snip from Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux “Older Than Old”> | |||
The image zoomed in on the binary stars in the centre "Alpha Velorum is the biggest and brightest star, it is a type B star, a sub - giant. Beta Velorum is the companion star and a type F star. This also implicates that the system's radiation levels are much higher than those in the Earths Solar system. For the helm and the safety of the crew it means we should keep a great distance between the ship and the sun." She waved her hand to the doctor "I am sure the doctor can give us more details on the risks for our health and the precautions we should take | |||
Corbett was caught off guard by her question, no one told him he was expected to talk. | |||
“Ah, well the shields will need to be up at all times in order to deflect the radiation from this type of star and keep it from permeating the hull and causing health issues to the crew. The planet is another matter altogether. When on the surface of the planet the landing party should be able to operate without protective eyewear and clothing. As a precaution I think the landing party should be given a combination of Hyronalyn and Kelotane before beaming down.” | |||
As Hemux continued Corbett could see Merrick shoot him a dirty look and mouth the words “Smart Ass”. | |||
NRPG: Character Developement. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Stile Corbett, MD | |||
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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