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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: You Can’t Reason With a Zombie== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur and Steve Apple=== | |||
SD: 2260.312 | |||
MD 5.1630 | |||
Scene: Velourum IV, Planet Surface, Outside of the Pyramid | |||
<<Snip from Andy's Post "Mutiny Afoot" | |||
"Not to sound like I'm complaining, but having been under the influence as it were why am I not dead like the misfortunate archeologists? And just to press my luck how did you drive out the evil spirits?" | |||
"You can thank Lieutenant Hemux for the cure." Jack said as he raised the tricorder. "She created a dampening field. As for the other answers." He gestured to the pyramid. "They're in there with our comrades. Let’s go." | |||
"Sar, if you like I could carry that nifty device for you." Stile drawled." | |||
End snip>> | |||
Corbett had many experiences with blacking out, but unlike the spirits he was used to, these dead ones left him with a hell of a hangover and palpitations. "Captain Jack a word sar." | |||
"What is it doctor?" Steele said easing up a bit after Stile's uncharacteristic behavior. | |||
"Pass me the tricorder, I'd like to take some readings of DeSimms and myself." Corbett said trying not to look like a man who was ready to pass out. | |||
"I'm not sure given your past behavior that would be a wise move. How do I know you're truly you?" Steele asked raising an eyebrow. | |||
"Unfortunately sar the things I could proffer as convincing evidence, a gentleman would never speak about in public." Corbett said shuffling uneasily from foot to foot. | |||
"I'm convinced, it's you." Steele said holding up a hand indicating he didn't want to hear Corbett's evidence. "What's wrong?" | |||
"I'm not sure yet. How did you create the dampening field?" Corbett asked reaching for the tricorder with a shaky hand. | |||
"A short range EMP blast." Steele said concern in his voice. "Why?" | |||
"I'm reading massive Nernst disruptions throughout both mine and DeSimms' bodies." Corbett said adjusting the tricorder and his hand scanner. | |||
"Okay, now how about you say that in a language I understand," Steele said. | |||
"Sorry Cap," Corbett said. "The EMP blast has disrupted our natural energy field. All our muscle cells are polarizing and depolarizing in a | |||
Disjointed way. I. " Corbett tried to finish his sentence as he fell to his knees. | |||
"Stile." Jack yelled as he caught the doctor. | |||
Corbett just barely managed to whisper ""Green vial.." before he passed out. | |||
Steele grabbed the med-kit and pulled out the green vial and injected both Corbett and DeSimms who had also passed out. | |||
After a minute or two Corbett rolled onto his side and felt as if his grand pappy's old mule Sara had kicked him the chest. "Thanks." He said to | |||
Steele as he made it to his knees. | |||
"What was in that vile, or shouldn't I ask." Steele said smiling down at the doctor. | |||
"A combination of Adenosine and Metrazine, basically drugs to bring the heart out from a lethal arrhythmia. However, I don't know if we're out of the woods yet." | |||
Steele looked concerned as Corbett got unsteadily to his feet. "Stile is this a direct result of the EMP blast." | |||
"Yeah." Corbett said nodding his head and trying to catch his breath. "It's a catch 22, Cap. The cure works, but unfortunately it could kill the patient." | |||
"What about reducing the bursts intensity?" DeSimms asked. He was already on his feet, but looked as unsteady as Corbett. | |||
"I don't know John. Reducing the field's intensity and duration may not drive those things out. Corbett said. "Given those things psionic capabilities we may not get a second chance if the signal is too low." | |||
"So what do you suggest? Steele asked. | |||
Corbett was about to say something when Merrick's horrified voice came from inside the pyramid. "Oh dear God." | |||
As one, they turned and raced into the pyramid toward the sound of Merrick' yell, Steele leading the way. | |||
~~Inside the Pyramid~~ | |||
The 3 men stopped short at a scene of utter horror. The remaining security personnel were fighting each other like animals over the dead flesh of | |||
The archeologists or their fallen crewmates. | |||
Commander Merrick had managed to half run to a dimly lit alcove farther into the pyramids base. Corbett saw a Star Fleet issue K-bar protruding from | |||
His left thigh. | |||
DeSimms picked up a phaser from the floor of the pyramid and had no problem pressing the firing stud this time, but nothing happened. Snarling, he | |||
threw the weapon away and leapt to defend one of the of the still twitching crewmen on the ground with his own knife. | |||
Corbett tried to make his way over to Merrick when Gar jumped in front of him. The Andorian had a crazed look and was ripping flesh from what had | |||
been a security mans arm that he now held like a prized meal. "MMMMM Redshirt, tastes like chicken." Gar yelled as he pushed it over to Stile. | |||
"No thank you sar." Corbett said slowly backing away. "Pair it with a good wine and maybe then." | |||
A look of evil comprehension dawned on Gar's face. The Andorian dropped the meat to the ground and started marching slowly toward Corbett. The | |||
doctor rapidly fell back to the Captain who was punching furiously at the tricorder. | |||
"Um, Captain, I think perhaps we should use that EMP and sort the mess out later sar." | |||
"Doctor." the Captain said. | |||
"Yes sar," | |||
"It isn't working." | |||
And then Gar was upon them and trying his hardest to ‘eat’ Corbett. The doctor punched the Andorian repeatedly as he tried to knock him off. The pair tumbled and rolled a few times over. More than once, Corbett felt a sharp nip at his arm or fist. | |||
"Get the hell off of him Gar!" the Captain yelled as he bodily pulled the straining eating machine that Gar had become off of Corbett. | |||
DeSimms was there suddenly too, delivering a precision blow to the back of the engineers skull. The first one didn't do more than stun the man, but the second put him down. | |||
Corbett, now reeling from both the earlier EMP hit and his romp with Gar, stumbled to his feet in time to see the Captain already dragging | |||
His First Officer out of the room. DeSimms followed close behind with Gar in tow. | |||
"You looking to be an hors d'oeuvre doctor?" DeSimms said. "I’d get moving if I were you!" | |||
Corbett winced and turned toward the entrance. His heart was racing and his body felt like warm crap. That feeling; however, turned icy as soon as he realized that the rest of the ghouls seems to be taking note of him. One of the redshirts made a lunge for him. Corbett recognized him as Crewman Lowl. | |||
"I'm not possessed sir, please help me." the man pleaded. | |||
Corbett didn't answer, he just grabbed a handful of the man's thermal suit and hastily made for the door, dragging the crewman behind him. | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
Well Scott, now that Brian and I are no longer Andorian jerky it looks like space rations for you. Hope this sheers up some of the past posts and keeps us moving forward. | |||
Respectfully Submitted Jointly, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
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And | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Stile Corbett, MD | |||
CMO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
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