Post by Deleted on May 12, 2013 18:26:53 GMT -8
"What?! No! No! Stop, please! NO! Get off me! Get off me!"
Her efforts were ineffectual and, at first, Dakbar found himself amused. However, the more she struggled and the wider her eyes became, something inside of him asserted itself and he felt... What? Pity? He imagined Rychel there on the ground, struggling, and he found that his efforts to teach Grace to defend herself had only served to make himself look bad. There was something more. It wasn't pity. It was-
Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes to will away that feeling. It was not appropriate to his mission. Not in the least.
"Computer! Medical Emergency! Activate the EMH!"
His eyes popped open and, despite himself, he laughed. It was not a dark laugh, but one full of mirth.
"Please state the nature of the medical emerg-" The balding hologram stopped mid-word when he saw a shimmering containment field around Dakbar and a struggling Grace under a Klingon. "Forgive me," he apologized. "I am not programmed to carry a bat'leth." He pulled out a tricorder and scanned Grace. "Superficial injuries. Hardly necessary to necessitate my skills." Turning, he scanned the containment field and frowned. "There is no biological threat here," he said.
"Exactly," Dakbar nodded. "It was raised in error."
"Then it is unnecessary. Computer, deactivate containment field around the Cardassian."
Dakbar smiled as it dissolved. "Hang around," he said to the EMH. "You might have a Klingon to heal."
"But the Klingon is a hologram," the EMH complained, completely oblivious to the fact that Dakbar was joking.
Walking over to Grace, Dakbar took hold of the Klingon from behind and tossed him aside. "Computer," he said. "Remove the EMH and end current program." Looking down at her, he held out his hand. "You are very smart," he said to her. "But you need training if you are to survive a real life attack on a planet."
Tag Grace
Her efforts were ineffectual and, at first, Dakbar found himself amused. However, the more she struggled and the wider her eyes became, something inside of him asserted itself and he felt... What? Pity? He imagined Rychel there on the ground, struggling, and he found that his efforts to teach Grace to defend herself had only served to make himself look bad. There was something more. It wasn't pity. It was-
Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes to will away that feeling. It was not appropriate to his mission. Not in the least.
"Computer! Medical Emergency! Activate the EMH!"
His eyes popped open and, despite himself, he laughed. It was not a dark laugh, but one full of mirth.
"Please state the nature of the medical emerg-" The balding hologram stopped mid-word when he saw a shimmering containment field around Dakbar and a struggling Grace under a Klingon. "Forgive me," he apologized. "I am not programmed to carry a bat'leth." He pulled out a tricorder and scanned Grace. "Superficial injuries. Hardly necessary to necessitate my skills." Turning, he scanned the containment field and frowned. "There is no biological threat here," he said.
"Exactly," Dakbar nodded. "It was raised in error."
"Then it is unnecessary. Computer, deactivate containment field around the Cardassian."
Dakbar smiled as it dissolved. "Hang around," he said to the EMH. "You might have a Klingon to heal."
"But the Klingon is a hologram," the EMH complained, completely oblivious to the fact that Dakbar was joking.
Walking over to Grace, Dakbar took hold of the Klingon from behind and tossed him aside. "Computer," he said. "Remove the EMH and end current program." Looking down at her, he held out his hand. "You are very smart," he said to her. "But you need training if you are to survive a real life attack on a planet."
Tag Grace