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+ | **Location: Recovery ward, main sickbay, deck 12, USS Republic**\\ | ||
+ | **Shiptime: 03:25 hours** | ||
+ | |||
+ | The last time sickbay' | ||
+ | |||
+ | On this particular night, the gamma shift had only a single patient tucked away in the recovery ward, and so the tending shift supervisor, Doctor Fernmoore, excused all but Ensign Watson and CPO3 Teague for the rest of the night. The sole patient, Lieutenant Nathan Hawk, was banished to the to 13-bed recovery facility with Nurse Watson tending the nurse' | ||
+ | |||
+ | For his part, Nat was restless, as being cooped-up in a sterile environment for *any* length of time was not his cup of tea. While feigning sleep, and hoping that the tending nurse wouldn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Before long, Nat found himself wandering past the empty ward supervisor' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well I know why I can't sleep," | ||
+ | |||
+ | "What are you doing up?" Leon exclaimed with a mix of irritation and genuine concern. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Yeah, well, death does funny things ta ya. Insomnia, apparently, is one've ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Considering Leon's words for a moment, he became stuck on one item in particular. "Ya know, that's what SI, ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Leon considered Nat's words for a moment. "God knows I've had my fill of shady characters hiding behind the rules, but while I understand that the rules have to be bent on occasion, the person who is doing the bending must realize that they' | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "And if my memory of Federation history serves me, he also paid dearly several times for breaking the rules. My point is that if you're going to even *bend* the rules - for whatever reason - fine. But don't expect everyone to like it, and don't expect to get away with it. When it comes to Starfleet rules, I'm a bit more understanding about rule-bending, | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Leon frowned and crossed his arms while leaning back in his chair. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Oh hell, Nat!" Leon stood up abruptly. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | The scenario Leon proposed did give Nat pause, and for the first time in a while, he felt a glimmer of that old rage buried deep within himself. He was not, by nature, a trusting individual; he had rarely trusted anyone so much as he did a handful of people here, aboard Republic. So the idea of any one of them breaking that hard-formed bond of trust... | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Ya, I'd be pretty pissed off." Hawk admitted. | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Leon sat back in his chair and looked at the recovering helmsman in thought. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | The two sat in silence for almost a minute, staring blankly into thin air, as if coming to grips with their own human frailties. Nat, with his hard-fought struggle to return to the realm of the living, and Leon, unable to come to grips with the emotional toll of the methods to achieve the miracle. Whether either of them knew it or not, the real struggle was yet to come. | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "No offense, but if heaven n'hell exist, than bein' stuck in sickbay s'my own personal purgatory. Ya've got all this fancy medicine, how 'bout puttin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well, it's not that simple," | ||
+ | |||
+ | Nat simply blinked at Leon for a few seconds, a deadpan expression blanketing his features. "Maybe it's the death talkin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "If you can't sleep, we can give you a somnetic inducer. But until I'm confident that the nanoprobes have the upper hand in keeping your cells alive, I want you in sickbay where we have a better chance of reviving you if your body decides to fight back against them." | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well yer just a fun-suckin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "That will all depend on how the nanoprobes interact with your metabolism over the long haul," Leon warned. "There are very few active duty Starfleet officers with Borg nanoprobes swimming around in their veins. Even after five years of intense study by Fleet Medical, they' | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | At about that time, the door to the office slid open to reveal an irate Nurse Watson. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "THERE you are!" she scolded Nat like a mother hen. "What are you doing out of bed? And why are you bothering Doctor Cromwell?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | For the first time since before the funeral, Leon allowed an extremely amused smile to spread across his face. His friend' | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "At zero-three-thirty hours? | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | The questioning tone in the doctor' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Keep yer shirt on!" Hawk said to the impatient nurse. He realized only after he had said such that, once upon a time, he would have followed up on that with 'on second thought, take it off', but such no longer felt... right. Which gave him some pause. "Ya know, somebody once said... ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "No problem," | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well, don't stay up all night thinkin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | It had been less than a day since the crew of the Republic had learned of his resurrection. Less than a day since those he cared for had learned they had mourned prematurely. Less than a day spent awake and aware in the confines of Sickbay. Yet when it came to spending any amount of time confined to Sickbay, less than a day could easily feel like more than a year. At least, as far as the risen Lieutenant Nat Hawk was concerned. Tired as he was, weak as he was, ill as he felt, he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of the ship's medical facilities. It was almost enough to drive him back to the drink. So when he first spotted Chief Engineer Vance Devloch enter Sickbay, he had felt a momentary sense of reprieve. It turned out to only be momentary, indeed. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "You son of a bitch." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well howdy back at ya." Hawk replied, meekly but with enough sarcasm to sound like himself even though he felt like a walking corpse. | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Next time I'll stay dead a might longer then, just ta give ya an excuse ta get smashed." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "As if I need an excuse," | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hawk eyed the flask for the briefest of moments before turning his gaze to Devloch, refusing the offered beverage. "I ain't desperate enough fer a date ta get filleted like a fish, thanks. Got maself a long-term dance partner, matter a fact. Unlike yerself, who only seems ta keep the company a that flask 'n his own warp core - an I don't mean the big one down 'n engineerin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hawk didn't have a response for him. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "So, how was being dead?" Asked Vance calmly. | ||
+ | |||
+ | As quickly as Devloch had pissed him off, so to had he come down off his high-horse. "Well, I tell ya what. Was more 'an just in a ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "That never even occurred to me. Maybe I WAS a little quick to jump into the bottle in this, one, specific case. Hell, I'm not fooling anyone, haven' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Trust me, it ain't somethin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "The Orion syndicate? Why'd you have to go and piss them off? As to trying it myself, I'm paranoid, something to do with being a prisoner of war and of course there' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Damn man, would ya put those away? Yer thicker n' a mule sometimes, I swear." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "They let me play with anti-matter and nobody told me? What am I doing talking with you when I have such fun toys to play with?" The knives disappeared "Ya know, if I had some serious enemies I'd probably consider taking some reasonable precautions. Just a thought. So, what are you going to do next? I'd think that coming back from the dead would be a tough act to follow." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Why d'ya think they had a plan ta bring me back from the dead in the first place?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "I think your definition of fun, and my definition of fun may be just a little too close to comfort. I think I'm going to take some more time out for additional combat training I've got a strange feeling that things could get... Interesting... in the near future." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Meh, ya worry to much. I been cheatin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | A few days later, something was still bothering Lieutenant Nathan Hawk. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Despite all the twenty-fourth century medical technology Leon Cromwell could throw at him, he was still unable to sleep but for an hour or two. He had even tested a handful of homeopathic remedies suggested by his friends and colleagues to no avail. Sleep simply alluded Nathan Hawk in the wake of all that had happened to him recently. Even their resident head-shrinker had suggested a number of psychological causes for his insomnia. In classic Hawk fashion though, Nat had dodged the Counselor' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Thankfully, he was finally ' | ||
+ | relationship would take him, and the possibility of loosing her as he had everyone else in his life hung over him always. Yet some part of him, something stronger than the rage that had driven him for so long, refused to let that risk from making the decisions any longer. | ||
+ | |||
+ | As he lay in the darkness, he couldn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | And yet... | ||
+ | |||
+ | While he had ebbed between life and death, trying to grasp the concept of existence between worlds, a lone voice reached out to him from the darkness. Not any god, nor any demon; none of the things he might have expected from the myths and legends passed down through time. Just a voice, and while it claimed it could have been anyone, as in in challenge to his sarcastic quip and his own disbelief, the voice had chosen to manifest itself as James Tiberius Kirk. Nat, like almost everyone, had revered the Starfleet hero of century' | ||
+ | |||
+ | He hated that. He preferred the ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | He needed answers in the here and now; ones that he could not get lying in bed. | ||
+ | |||
+ | With a barely audible moan from the sleeping Leah, Nat slipped out of bed and walked into the main living area of his quarters. Taking a seat at the desk, he pivoted the desk-mounted computer console towards himself, and quietly spoke to it. | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | As his eyes scrolled across the list, nothing seemed to fit the situation. Training scenarios, historical re-enactments, | ||
+ | |||
+ | Calling the program up on one of the vacant holodecks, Nat couldn' | ||
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+ | The evening following Nat Hawk's late night stroll through sickbay, Leon fulfilled his side of the promise and released the helmsman to his quarters under bed-rest. There was a question or two from other members from the senior staff on whether it was too early, but a promise is a promise, and there was no medical reason why the lieutenant needed to stay in sickbay. Of course, from Leon's point of view, it was a bit more personal, as he had spent the entire previous evening awake in his office, following through with an all-night cram session in preparation for the bridge officer' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The morning of the bridge test started of like any other day. He awoke at 0700 hours, showered, ate, and by 0900, he was strolling into holodeck one where Commander Carter was waiting for him. With barely a "good morning, let's get started," | ||
+ | |||
+ | Amazingly, Leon managed to survive the ensuing combat, destroying the first Warbird in a fierce volley of combined phaser and torpedo fire. The return torrent of firepower was almost as devastating, | ||
+ | |||
+ | Although the second Romulan was destroyed by the combination of friendly fire and structural stress brought on by the sudden release of the tractor beam while the ships were locked in a impulse-speed tug-of-war (a little trick John had taught him during his course of starship tactics), the third Warbird had received only moderate damage by the subsequent explosion. As Republic received a barrage of deadly disruptor fire from the third Romulan vessel, it was only by way of ejecting the antimatter pods that Leon was able to keep the ship from turning into a burning field of space debris. Nevertheless, | ||
+ | |||
+ | While there may be up to 20,000 sensory hair cells in the cochlea of a normal human, Romulans, being of Vulcan decent, have over 50,000. In addition, the frequency range of their hearing is between approximately 40 to 60,000 hertz, while humans can only hear sounds within the frequencies of 20 Hz and 20,000 hertz. This lower range may seem inferior when looking strictly at the numbers, but it has the advantage in that species with a higher range (such as Romulans) are often forced to adjust their com system to an elevated gain when communicating with humans to hear the full range of vocalizations. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Subspace communication systems between known space-faring races (whether friendly or not) are pre-programmed for what is ubiquitously known as a " | ||
+ | |||
+ | As a matter of simple physics, the power in a sound wave is proportional to the square of the pressure. Therefore, an increase from 10 to 150 decibels is roughly equivalent to a 10 million-fold increase in sound pressure. At maximum volume, the Romulan audio speakers are capable of broadcasting at 160 decibels; a purposeful design to ensure that remote areas of the ship can hear any important announcements during an emergency. Such a sound level is capable of permanently damaging the human eardrum, and higher than the normal threshold of pain for Romulans should they be standing anywhere near the speaker system. | ||
+ | |||
+ | After listening for a few seconds to an extremely distorted audio transmission, | ||
+ | |||
+ | It was long enough. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The last of Leon's assets on the Republic included emergency backup power, thruster control, and three fully-pressurized shuttlebays. Opening the outer doors of the latter asset caused enough explosive decompression to hurl the Republic towards the remaining Warbird. The momentum was slightly above the Republic' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Leon had almost expected cheering when the five well-placed thermonuclear explosions eliminated the remaining attacker, but the holographic bridge crew remained at their stations in silence. Confused, the doctor looked around the bridge: The simulation had not ended. In fact, as he took note of the smashed bridge stations and virtual pockets of fire and smoke throughout the room, the gravity of their situation sank in: They were dead in space. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Apparently, space combat was only an introduction to the bridge officers' | ||
+ | |||
+ | To save on precious life support power, Leon took the logical step of evacuating the remaining bridge crew to auxiliary control on deck 8. There, he consulted his holographic senior officers, who just happened to mimic his real-life colleagues. The dimly lit ready room of the battle bridge was cramped, and each officer bore the sign of stress and fatigue. Their uniforms were torn and singed, and a few even bore some injuries signified by dried patches of blood in their skin. | ||
+ | |||
+ | As they sat around the small compartment, | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Five hundred and twelve," | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well, sickbay is obviously gone, and the stardrive section infirmary is inaccessible. We've managed to get most of them to holodeck six, but the EMH is offline, and we're working with mainly first aid kits. The most critical patients are being treated as best we can, and we've set up holodeck five as a triage center." | ||
+ | |||
+ | //" | ||
+ | |||
+ | The ominous computer warning accentuated the seriousness of the situation. "Do we have an evacuation option?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Not really," | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Not an option," | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well that does it," Leon concluded with determination. "We have to find another source of power to maintain life support." | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | //" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Have you pulled the plug on absolutely everything?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | As the minutes ticked down, Leon went from frantic to panicked, checking off every possible way to conserve energy for life support. One idea had everyone capable of wearing a survival suit to do so in order to extend battery life. Although that would have bought them two hours, it unfortunately would have taken them 20 minutes to get everyone in suits, which is more time than they had left. | ||
+ | |||
+ | //" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Leon's final idea was to take every handheld device, from phasers to tricorders, and attempt to use the power packs to recharge the ship's batteries. By the time Vic finished explaining how long that would take compared to how little effect it would have on their energy reserves, there was less than a minute left. | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | //" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Wide-eyed with trepidation, | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "I told you it was going to be tough," | ||
+ | |||
+ | "This is crazy!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | John simply rolled his eyes and began walking towards the door. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "What about warp physics?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "What about them?" John replied, walking into the corridor beyond with Leon in tow. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "How do they apply in there?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well, you obviously used some of them to great effect," | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Some of them," Leon admitted, still angry and annoyed. "But what good did it do me? I still failed!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Not everyone is cut out to be a bridge officer, Leon." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The duo walked past several officers who moved to the side to make room for them in the hallway. It was minor spectacle. Enough to embarrass John, but not the doctor, who obviously was too irate to care. The passing crewmembers said nothing as they went by. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "That was ridiculous!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | At that, John Carter stopped dead in his tracks. He turned slowly to look at his friend with such annoyance that it gave Leon pause. "Did you keep trying that holographic simulation program I gave you access to?" he retorted. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "The Kobyashi Maru?" replied Leon. "That was ridiculous too! I kept getting blown up!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | John hung his head in despair. "You still don't get it, do you?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Get what?" Leon exclaimed. "What was there to ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Do you think commanding a starship is all about combat?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well? What was I supposed to think? That program is nothing *but* combat." | ||
+ | |||
+ | John shook his head and leaned up against the wall with one arm, clenching and unclenching his fist in frustration. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Leon, you're a scientist as well a doctor. Did you do any research into the Kobyashi Maru scenario? Do you know what the test was for?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | It suddenly occurred to the CMO that he was taking John's gift of the antiquated holodeck program for granted. Apparently, his friend meant for him to study it in detail, and not run it with the superficial attitude of a novelty present. In fact, Leon was rather surprised that John was so heavily biased towards the tactical scenario, suggesting there was a larger message that he failed to absorb. It caused him to stumble through the inquiry. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well . . . uh . . . I guessed it was for tactical starship training . . ." | ||
+ | |||
+ | John stared incredulously at the doctor before responding. "No. It's not. The Kobyashi Maru is a test of character. And since you never finished it, I can only guess that you have NONE." | ||
+ | |||
+ | The reply hit Leon squarely in the gut. It was an insult, and it came from one of his best friends. In addition, it wasn't a fun-loving insult over drinks. It was a very sober and very direct insult meant to harshly jog Leon's personal assumptions. It succeeded. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "What the hell do you want from me?" Leon whispered, still feeling the pain of John's stinging remark. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "I want you to start seeing the universe for the way it really is," John directed. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "You have twenty-four hours to figure it out." | ||
+ | |||
+ | With that, John turned around and proceeded to walk away from his friend. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Are you saying that you're giving me another chance?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Without turning around, John continued down the hallway and offered his final say in the matter. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Leon stood speechless, watching as John disappeared beyond the gradual, lateral curvature of the passageway. His emotion had swung from nervous, to jubilant, to panicked, to frustrated, to hurt, all before finally settling on dazed. The doctor was a mind-melding Vulcan' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The next recessed cove along the corridor wall was that of holodeck two, and the chuckle was coming from Nat Hawk. The lieutenant was in his night robe, and stepped out from within the closed doorway vestibule to lean his shoulder against the wall by the control panel. He was apparently quite amused about John and Leon squabbling through the corridor like a married couple. | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Nope, not unless I like ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Even though Nat had violated Leon's medical curfew, from a doctor' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "I don't recall ever writing a prescription for an early morning romp with Orion slave women," | ||
+ | |||
+ | Nat seemed to consider something for a moment, then finally shrugged and shook his head. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well you must have been doing something healthy to bring that smug grin back to your face," he prodded him. "I can only assume it was some sort of mix of physical exertion and pleasure. Both of which you're NOT supposed to be doing, I might add." | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well after that lil lovers quarrel b' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "You think that whatever ' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Never know til ya try," Hawk teased, " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Just . . . try it. Trust me." Nat said. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Why would I be interested in running a program that *you* designed? Last time I joined you in any other pursuit other than drinking, I found myself dangling from a hopper on a rope over a lava pit." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Nat couldn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | With a smile that never ceased, Nat shuffled on down the corridor out of sight, leaving the confused Leon standing alone outside of holodeck two. With little choice left, Leon raised an eyebrow before entering the chamber. | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | **Location: Outer ring corridor, deck 10, USS Republic** | ||
+ | |||
+ | John Carter walked briskly, trying to shake the feeling that he'd just punched a friend in the gut. Behind him, moving to a bouncing trot to keep up, Shannon Harris raised her voice. "John! Don't you DARE walk away from me." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Carter quickly spun on a heel, a little surprised at the yell that almost came out of his mouth. He took a deep breath to try and collect himself, then looked at Shannon again. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Yeah, that," he said, running his fingers through his hair. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Shannon regarded Republic' | ||
+ | |||
+ | John gave the red headed pediatrician a dismissive wave. "Come on," he said simply, "No one's twisting his arm. Besides, you know as well as I do that Leon is exactly the kind of man that `Fleet needs. Especially now." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Shannon shook her head. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Then what ARE you arguing?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Shannon folded her arms in front of her and gave Carter a stern look. "Let me finish, COMMANDER." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Carter shook his head again. "What are you talking about," | ||
+ | |||
+ | "I agree, John," Harris said smoothly. "He belongs on this ship, with this crew, but needing us and needing `Fleet is not the same thing. Besides," | ||
+ | |||
+ | John tilted his head sideways for a long moment. "You really think I pushed him too hard to take the test?" | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | John shook his head again. "I told him, the test isn't about combat. Truth be told it's not even REALLY about the `No-win scenario' | ||
+ | |||
+ | "You think he can't? He's a doctor John. He deals with life and death nearly every day." | ||
+ | |||
+ | John stepped closer and put his hands on Shannon' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Shannon stepped closer, letting John fold her into a hug. "I never really thought of it that way," she said quietly. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "I know," John said in a whisper. "What matters is if Leon can think of it that way or not." | ||
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