Chapter Four
Robert Kirk woke up in extreme pain, he felt like someone put a dagger in his side. But when he thought about it he realized someone had. When he finally got all of his consciousness back he also realized he had to be in a sickbay. A Federation one to be exact. But which one? It wasn't the station's sickbay he knew that. As he looked around he saw that he wasn't the only one in sickbay, but the Klingon was on a bed surrounded by a force field. Then he found the answer, as he was looking around he saw a med-kit with name Premonition. The strange thing was, he had never heard of the Premonition. Robert did notice there was an EMH hovering over various patients. He raised his head towards it and asked the EMH, "Excuse me, what is the name of this ship?"
By the cocky look on the EMH's face, Robert could tell it was a Mark Four, even tough all EMHs looked alike. "Why, this is the Premonition, the most advanced ship in the fleet," said the EMH.
Right, Robert thought, if this the most advanced ship in the fleet then they wouldn't have a Mark Four.
"You know you're very, very lucky. Normally a blow like that with a d'k'tagh would kill a man," the EMH pointed to the Klingon, "He stabbed you in just the right spot, if he had been a few centimeters lower, it would have cut into a lot of organs. But all damage has been repaired, so you can go now. Oh, and the Admiral wants to see you".
That's just great, Robert thought, first a stab in the side and now a stab in the back.
***
Thaddeus Debbing had no idea what to do about the Romulan sleeping on his bed, all he could think of was to wake her. So, he did.
The Romulan woke with a start, and immediately got off the bed and saluted Debbing, "I'm sorry, sir, I just got transferred to the Premonition and I was looking for you. But you weren't here yet and Artem said I could stay the night here. I'm sorry, I am Commander Jpak, the new Chief Medical Officer for the Premonition".
Debbing offered his hand for a shake, "I'll welcome you aboard when I get to the ship. She's docked at the station now, so go ahead and beam aboard. I need to get some sleep.
Jpak saluted once again, said "Thank you, sir", and she left his home.
***
Robert Kirk nervously walked into Admiral Hunter's office and asked, "You wanted to see me sir?"
The admiral gave Robert a stern look, and motioned for him to sit down. Robert did as he was showed. "What the in the name of all things sacred were you thinking? You nearly got yourself killed," said Hunter.
"I was just eating dinner, sir, and he started... make fun of me and my family. But I didn't fight back when he started punching me if that makes a difference. Well, except for that knock out blow," Robert said.
"I don't care if you fought back or not. You provoked a Klingon, and that's bad enough. Some of the Klingons on the station don't really approve of your lineage, so I'm transferring you to a ship," said the Admiral.
"What ship sir?" Robert asked.
"You are to be the new helm/navigation and stellar cartography officer on the Premonition," said the Admiral. "You'll report to the Premonition in one hour, your things have already been moved to your new quarters.
"Yes, sir. Thank you sir," said Robert as he walked out the door. Great, just great, Robert thought, I like it fine here doing the same thing. Except for the helm part.
***
Robert Kirk was still hungry, even after being stabbed in the side and transferred to a ship. Robert didn't really have any friends on the station so, like always, he would eat alone. But not like always, this would be his last meal at Starbase 112. So he went to his favorite establishment in the station, El Peresozo Hombre, the only Mexican restaurant on any station that still existed. As he walked in he could smell cooking beef that was freshly spiced, and hear the sizzle of fajitas.
One of the waiters came up to Robert and asked, "The usual table and food, Robert?"
"Yes, thank you," he replied, "But I have to be someplace in an hour and I probably will never be here again. I'm getting transferred, so could you make it quick?"
Robert Kirk woke up in extreme pain, he felt like someone put a dagger in his side. But when he thought about it he realized someone had. When he finally got all of his consciousness back he also realized he had to be in a sickbay. A Federation one to be exact. But which one? It wasn't the station's sickbay he knew that. As he looked around he saw that he wasn't the only one in sickbay, but the Klingon was on a bed surrounded by a force field. Then he found the answer, as he was looking around he saw a med-kit with name Premonition. The strange thing was, he had never heard of the Premonition. Robert did notice there was an EMH hovering over various patients. He raised his head towards it and asked the EMH, "Excuse me, what is the name of this ship?"
By the cocky look on the EMH's face, Robert could tell it was a Mark Four, even tough all EMHs looked alike. "Why, this is the Premonition, the most advanced ship in the fleet," said the EMH.
Right, Robert thought, if this the most advanced ship in the fleet then they wouldn't have a Mark Four.
"You know you're very, very lucky. Normally a blow like that with a d'k'tagh would kill a man," the EMH pointed to the Klingon, "He stabbed you in just the right spot, if he had been a few centimeters lower, it would have cut into a lot of organs. But all damage has been repaired, so you can go now. Oh, and the Admiral wants to see you".
That's just great, Robert thought, first a stab in the side and now a stab in the back.
***
Thaddeus Debbing had no idea what to do about the Romulan sleeping on his bed, all he could think of was to wake her. So, he did.
The Romulan woke with a start, and immediately got off the bed and saluted Debbing, "I'm sorry, sir, I just got transferred to the Premonition and I was looking for you. But you weren't here yet and Artem said I could stay the night here. I'm sorry, I am Commander Jpak, the new Chief Medical Officer for the Premonition".
Debbing offered his hand for a shake, "I'll welcome you aboard when I get to the ship. She's docked at the station now, so go ahead and beam aboard. I need to get some sleep.
Jpak saluted once again, said "Thank you, sir", and she left his home.
***
Robert Kirk nervously walked into Admiral Hunter's office and asked, "You wanted to see me sir?"
The admiral gave Robert a stern look, and motioned for him to sit down. Robert did as he was showed. "What the in the name of all things sacred were you thinking? You nearly got yourself killed," said Hunter.
"I was just eating dinner, sir, and he started... make fun of me and my family. But I didn't fight back when he started punching me if that makes a difference. Well, except for that knock out blow," Robert said.
"I don't care if you fought back or not. You provoked a Klingon, and that's bad enough. Some of the Klingons on the station don't really approve of your lineage, so I'm transferring you to a ship," said the Admiral.
"What ship sir?" Robert asked.
"You are to be the new helm/navigation and stellar cartography officer on the Premonition," said the Admiral. "You'll report to the Premonition in one hour, your things have already been moved to your new quarters.
"Yes, sir. Thank you sir," said Robert as he walked out the door. Great, just great, Robert thought, I like it fine here doing the same thing. Except for the helm part.
***
Robert Kirk was still hungry, even after being stabbed in the side and transferred to a ship. Robert didn't really have any friends on the station so, like always, he would eat alone. But not like always, this would be his last meal at Starbase 112. So he went to his favorite establishment in the station, El Peresozo Hombre, the only Mexican restaurant on any station that still existed. As he walked in he could smell cooking beef that was freshly spiced, and hear the sizzle of fajitas.
One of the waiters came up to Robert and asked, "The usual table and food, Robert?"
"Yes, thank you," he replied, "But I have to be someplace in an hour and I probably will never be here again. I'm getting transferred, so could you make it quick?"
