Post by Lt Comm. Bernard Osler-Drew on May 29, 2016 17:14:11 GMT -8
"What the hell is going on up here!"
Bernard might have been taken by surprise if the bridge doors hadn't been so loud when revealing a brand new problem.
"The same thing that always happens, Myyka, I'm making us rich!"
Or so the Ferengi thought, the silly little fool had no idea what was really in store for them and with a crack it was clear to everyone. Of course, the doctor could have played it off a little cooler with a smug smile or a handsome smolder but instead he flinched as the thunder struck unexpectedly. Life outside the surgical bay was way harder but at least he wasn't yelping anymore which was a significant improvement.
"You fool! She's destabilizing the atmosphere around us! She's giving away our position!"
Tonk and Reza hadn't exactly been worthy foes against the likes of Yolanda Vargas but this one was going to throw a spanner into some important engine bits if she didn't toss Yolanda over the console first.
"Oh no," Bernard whimpered rubbing his now free hands together, fingers lacing almost as if in prayer- not that praying would do anyone any good in this moment. He was a doctor, not a fighter! His wrists were too small and his legs too long never mind the lack of machismo and muscles but he had no lack of care an, in his own way, he was brave and his knowledge of anatomy was excellent.
Instead of allowing himself to be startled by the lightning again Bernard steeled his nerves and chose that moment to strike at Tonk, pinching him at the base of the neck, relying on the strength of his fingers and expert placement. Tonk dropped like the bag of cash he so dreamed of. It evened the playing field and got Reza's attention rather quickly. Too quickly. Un-Orionly quickly as he aimed the weapon away from Myyka and Yolanda and toward Bernard, firing wildly at the sight of his boss laying motionless on the deck.
Bernard, overwhelmed with adrenaline and disbelief, squealed and dove behind the Captain's small chair for cover. "Stop it," he pleaded (although he'd tried to make it sound more authoritative than that) but Reza only obeyed long enough to recharge his weapon for another strike. While crawling on all fours wasn't exactly beneath his station he wasn't glad about it- he was basically swimming in orynebacterium diphtheriae, escherichia coli, meticillin-resistant staphylococcus aureus, and other traumatic things.
Under moral and ethical obligations, Bernard put himself by the very man he'd downed and checked to make sure he was going to be okay but only after discovering the small concealed phaser in Tonk's pants and pointing it at Reza.
"I am a man on the edge, Reza," he shouted, his voice cracking just a little as he more-or-less aimed the thing toward the Orion feeling completely unlike himself, "my hands are dirty and that makes me feel incredibly irate." One bacillus covered hand kept track of Tonk's still strong pulse.
The brute's lips curled as though he'd smelled something horrid and he continued to aim his reloaded weapon at the doctor. "You do not posses the mettle t-"
Bernard fired and Reza fell to the ground in a heap, stunned and groaning, the sound of his body hitting the floor was punctuated by a loud blast of thunder.
This felt wrong on so many levels and Bernard couldn't help but put his hands on his head and look at Yolanda with wide eyes and a slightly more pale face, if that were at all possible. Was this real life?
Unfortunately yes, and they weren't finished yet.
TAG: @yolanda
Bernard might have been taken by surprise if the bridge doors hadn't been so loud when revealing a brand new problem.
"The same thing that always happens, Myyka, I'm making us rich!"
Or so the Ferengi thought, the silly little fool had no idea what was really in store for them and with a crack it was clear to everyone. Of course, the doctor could have played it off a little cooler with a smug smile or a handsome smolder but instead he flinched as the thunder struck unexpectedly. Life outside the surgical bay was way harder but at least he wasn't yelping anymore which was a significant improvement.
"You fool! She's destabilizing the atmosphere around us! She's giving away our position!"
Tonk and Reza hadn't exactly been worthy foes against the likes of Yolanda Vargas but this one was going to throw a spanner into some important engine bits if she didn't toss Yolanda over the console first.
"Oh no," Bernard whimpered rubbing his now free hands together, fingers lacing almost as if in prayer- not that praying would do anyone any good in this moment. He was a doctor, not a fighter! His wrists were too small and his legs too long never mind the lack of machismo and muscles but he had no lack of care an, in his own way, he was brave and his knowledge of anatomy was excellent.
Instead of allowing himself to be startled by the lightning again Bernard steeled his nerves and chose that moment to strike at Tonk, pinching him at the base of the neck, relying on the strength of his fingers and expert placement. Tonk dropped like the bag of cash he so dreamed of. It evened the playing field and got Reza's attention rather quickly. Too quickly. Un-Orionly quickly as he aimed the weapon away from Myyka and Yolanda and toward Bernard, firing wildly at the sight of his boss laying motionless on the deck.
Bernard, overwhelmed with adrenaline and disbelief, squealed and dove behind the Captain's small chair for cover. "Stop it," he pleaded (although he'd tried to make it sound more authoritative than that) but Reza only obeyed long enough to recharge his weapon for another strike. While crawling on all fours wasn't exactly beneath his station he wasn't glad about it- he was basically swimming in orynebacterium diphtheriae, escherichia coli, meticillin-resistant staphylococcus aureus, and other traumatic things.
Under moral and ethical obligations, Bernard put himself by the very man he'd downed and checked to make sure he was going to be okay but only after discovering the small concealed phaser in Tonk's pants and pointing it at Reza.
"I am a man on the edge, Reza," he shouted, his voice cracking just a little as he more-or-less aimed the thing toward the Orion feeling completely unlike himself, "my hands are dirty and that makes me feel incredibly irate." One bacillus covered hand kept track of Tonk's still strong pulse.
The brute's lips curled as though he'd smelled something horrid and he continued to aim his reloaded weapon at the doctor. "You do not posses the mettle t-"
Bernard fired and Reza fell to the ground in a heap, stunned and groaning, the sound of his body hitting the floor was punctuated by a loud blast of thunder.
This felt wrong on so many levels and Bernard couldn't help but put his hands on his head and look at Yolanda with wide eyes and a slightly more pale face, if that were at all possible. Was this real life?
Unfortunately yes, and they weren't finished yet.
TAG: @yolanda