Captain," shouted Scotty, as the rocking subsided.
"Captain, can you hear me?" Spock asked. There was no respnse. "Medics to the bridge. The Captain has been injured." Spock said into his communicator.
It wasn't long before Dr. McCoy, and Nurse Chapel arrived to whisk the Captain away, all the while Dr. McCoy muttering about how they shouldn't test ships like the Enterprise who had better things to do than be blown to bits by some dumb scientist. Mr. Scott shook his head, if only they had listened to him, maybe this could have been avoided. He sighed and turned to his station, trying to sort out the damage. They wouldn't be going anywhere fast in the next few days. He checked the power output again. It read normal. That was strange, it was acting up when he looked at it last.
Dr. McCoy was hovering over Kirk in sickbay, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Spock walk in. He strolled over to Spock, and started to speak, "What happened up there, Spock? One minute everything is fine and dandy, and the next I have Jim unconscious in my sickbay."
"Doctor, there seems to be some problem with the new shield mechanism. However, we are uncertain what the porblem is at this time," replied Spock. "Can you tell me the Captain's condition?"
"Jim has suffered a fractured shoulder, and a broken rib among other things. What happened to him?" McCoy's tired face turned into one of concern as he glanced in the direction of the Captain.
"Commander Dorian challenged him not to sit while the testing was happening. I believe his exact words were, 'sitting down is not necessary. Then again you always did play it safe.' This angered the Captain, so he stayed where he was."
"I always knew that Dorian to be a jerk. He knew that would get to Jim. Jim always had to be stronger and better than everyone else when he was in the Academy, how could he resist?"
"May I speak with the Captain, Doctor?" questioned Spock. If McCoy hadn't known him as well as he did, he might have missed the small wave of concern that flashed across Spock's face.
"He has not yet regained consciousness. You can see him if you want," replied McCoy.
"Let me know when he regains consciousness." Spock said as he left the room.
McCoy sighed and turned back to his patient. Amazingly enough, Jim had been the only one on the bridge injured during the jolt. He shook his head. When would Jim ever learn?
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Kirk opened his eyes, and tried to remember what happened. He couldn't even remember his own name. A chill of fear ran through his body. Then he remembered; he was Captain of the starship Enterprise. He was James T. Kirk. He let out a sigh of relief. Now could he remember what happened? He closed his eyes and focused on the last thing he remembered. He recalled his conversation with Luke. Why had he made such a dumb decision? He tried to sit up, but found it to be painful. Had he really damaged himself that bad? What about the ship? He had many questions scrambled about in his head, not to mention regret for trying to be so heroic. Dorian had known that he would be a sucker for something like that. Suddenly, he heard footsteps.
"Jim, I'm glad to see you've joined the land of the living," said a voice.
Kirk turned his head in the direction of the voice. It was Bones. "What do you mean by that Bones? I wasn't dead, was I?" he replied, the smile on his face grew.
"No, not dead exactly. Although, I wonder how you would have survived had Dorian chosen stronger torpedoes. Why did you do that, Jim?" Bones sighed and tried to frown, but it was no use. It was rather amusing. The first time someone like Dorian comes along, and he tries to be Mr. Tough guy. "You could have been killed!"
"Oh I doubt that, Bones. How bad is the ship?"
" You're half dead and all you care about is the ship? I don't know about the ship, but I know about you. That was some bump you took. One of these days you're going to get seriously hurt, Jim. Promise me you won't do that again, okay."
"Okay, I promise. May I go now?"
"Go? I'd like to see you try. Jim, you happen to have a fractured shoulder and a broken rib. I don't know where you think you are planning to go, but you aren't going to be much help."
"I believe the Doctor is correct in this matter, Captain," Spock said as he entered sickbay and approached McCoy.
"Spock!" Kirk said, a little startled at the Vulcan's sudden appearance. "You agree with Bones?" asked Kirk, surprised to see the doctor and Spock agree about anything.
"Yes, Captain. You should rest and conserve your energy so that when the testing begins again, you can be there," replied Spock.
"They are going to continue with them? Those 'tests' almost killed the Enterprise," said McCoy, shaking his head.
"Yes, Doctor. It seems that the fluctuation in the power output of the warp engines caused the ship to react the way it did. However, Mr. Scott and Commander Dorian are still attempting to explain why it was fluctuating in the first place. As soon as that is solved, Commander Dorian plans to begin testing again."
"How long do you think that will take, Spock?" asked Kirk.
"I estimate 36.4 hours," replied Spock.
"36.4 hours of rest for you then, Jim. No complaints, either. You won't be needed 'til then anyway," said Bones with a triumphant smile on his face. "You can stay right here, and heal up properly this time."
Kirk felt like a child who had an over-protective mother for a doctor. Oh well, he thought, there is no escape in this matter. "Do I have to?" Kirk still felt like arguing.
"Didn't I just say that?" McCoy spat at him. He then grew a small smile. "I will let you rest in your quarters tomorrow if you promise to behave today. Now though it is time for you to get some rest, Jim. Your body has taken quite a beating, on top of injuries from our past mission. That was a close call with the Romulan you had, and your body is still healing from it. Although, since I am your doctor, I have come to expect broken ribs a normal thing for you and that body of yours."
Kirk smiled and sighed. It was going to be a long 36.4 hours, especially with McCoy hovering over him like a mother hen hovering over her chicks. Kirk closed his eyes and tried to relax, maybe he would enjoy a short vacation, even if he had to spend it doing nothing but sleeping. Amazingly enough, Kirk found himself quite tired and fell asleep almost immediately.
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Spock sat in the Captain's chair, contemplating their situation. The Captain wasn't injured very much at all, and he could return to duty. Although, the Captain much needed a rest from the last mission they were on. He didn't want to admit it, but the doctor was right. The Captain could wait to take control of his ship for awhile. He thought it was fascinating that human emotions were the ones that always caused his Captain so many problems. Yet, these like the intuition he claimed to have, saved them more times than not.
The last mission had been especially rough for the Captain, however. A Romulan spy had snuck on board, posing as a Starfleet officer. The Captain had an encounter with her, and suffered a phaser wound to his leg, along with a few other minor injuries. That was only a few days ago, and the Captain still bore some of the scars from it, emotional and physical. Spock snapped back into attention, there was no logic in such thought, there was work to be done. Spock tried to concentrate on the matter at hand, the testing, but found he couldn't. There was something very wrong about the way that ship reacted. He couldn't help but think that someone had sabotaged the testing. He picked up his tricorder and moved to the science station.
"Captain, can you hear me?" Spock asked. There was no respnse. "Medics to the bridge. The Captain has been injured." Spock said into his communicator.
It wasn't long before Dr. McCoy, and Nurse Chapel arrived to whisk the Captain away, all the while Dr. McCoy muttering about how they shouldn't test ships like the Enterprise who had better things to do than be blown to bits by some dumb scientist. Mr. Scott shook his head, if only they had listened to him, maybe this could have been avoided. He sighed and turned to his station, trying to sort out the damage. They wouldn't be going anywhere fast in the next few days. He checked the power output again. It read normal. That was strange, it was acting up when he looked at it last.
Dr. McCoy was hovering over Kirk in sickbay, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Spock walk in. He strolled over to Spock, and started to speak, "What happened up there, Spock? One minute everything is fine and dandy, and the next I have Jim unconscious in my sickbay."
"Doctor, there seems to be some problem with the new shield mechanism. However, we are uncertain what the porblem is at this time," replied Spock. "Can you tell me the Captain's condition?"
"Jim has suffered a fractured shoulder, and a broken rib among other things. What happened to him?" McCoy's tired face turned into one of concern as he glanced in the direction of the Captain.
"Commander Dorian challenged him not to sit while the testing was happening. I believe his exact words were, 'sitting down is not necessary. Then again you always did play it safe.' This angered the Captain, so he stayed where he was."
"I always knew that Dorian to be a jerk. He knew that would get to Jim. Jim always had to be stronger and better than everyone else when he was in the Academy, how could he resist?"
"May I speak with the Captain, Doctor?" questioned Spock. If McCoy hadn't known him as well as he did, he might have missed the small wave of concern that flashed across Spock's face.
"He has not yet regained consciousness. You can see him if you want," replied McCoy.
"Let me know when he regains consciousness." Spock said as he left the room.
McCoy sighed and turned back to his patient. Amazingly enough, Jim had been the only one on the bridge injured during the jolt. He shook his head. When would Jim ever learn?
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Kirk opened his eyes, and tried to remember what happened. He couldn't even remember his own name. A chill of fear ran through his body. Then he remembered; he was Captain of the starship Enterprise. He was James T. Kirk. He let out a sigh of relief. Now could he remember what happened? He closed his eyes and focused on the last thing he remembered. He recalled his conversation with Luke. Why had he made such a dumb decision? He tried to sit up, but found it to be painful. Had he really damaged himself that bad? What about the ship? He had many questions scrambled about in his head, not to mention regret for trying to be so heroic. Dorian had known that he would be a sucker for something like that. Suddenly, he heard footsteps.
"Jim, I'm glad to see you've joined the land of the living," said a voice.
Kirk turned his head in the direction of the voice. It was Bones. "What do you mean by that Bones? I wasn't dead, was I?" he replied, the smile on his face grew.
"No, not dead exactly. Although, I wonder how you would have survived had Dorian chosen stronger torpedoes. Why did you do that, Jim?" Bones sighed and tried to frown, but it was no use. It was rather amusing. The first time someone like Dorian comes along, and he tries to be Mr. Tough guy. "You could have been killed!"
"Oh I doubt that, Bones. How bad is the ship?"
" You're half dead and all you care about is the ship? I don't know about the ship, but I know about you. That was some bump you took. One of these days you're going to get seriously hurt, Jim. Promise me you won't do that again, okay."
"Okay, I promise. May I go now?"
"Go? I'd like to see you try. Jim, you happen to have a fractured shoulder and a broken rib. I don't know where you think you are planning to go, but you aren't going to be much help."
"I believe the Doctor is correct in this matter, Captain," Spock said as he entered sickbay and approached McCoy.
"Spock!" Kirk said, a little startled at the Vulcan's sudden appearance. "You agree with Bones?" asked Kirk, surprised to see the doctor and Spock agree about anything.
"Yes, Captain. You should rest and conserve your energy so that when the testing begins again, you can be there," replied Spock.
"They are going to continue with them? Those 'tests' almost killed the Enterprise," said McCoy, shaking his head.
"Yes, Doctor. It seems that the fluctuation in the power output of the warp engines caused the ship to react the way it did. However, Mr. Scott and Commander Dorian are still attempting to explain why it was fluctuating in the first place. As soon as that is solved, Commander Dorian plans to begin testing again."
"How long do you think that will take, Spock?" asked Kirk.
"I estimate 36.4 hours," replied Spock.
"36.4 hours of rest for you then, Jim. No complaints, either. You won't be needed 'til then anyway," said Bones with a triumphant smile on his face. "You can stay right here, and heal up properly this time."
Kirk felt like a child who had an over-protective mother for a doctor. Oh well, he thought, there is no escape in this matter. "Do I have to?" Kirk still felt like arguing.
"Didn't I just say that?" McCoy spat at him. He then grew a small smile. "I will let you rest in your quarters tomorrow if you promise to behave today. Now though it is time for you to get some rest, Jim. Your body has taken quite a beating, on top of injuries from our past mission. That was a close call with the Romulan you had, and your body is still healing from it. Although, since I am your doctor, I have come to expect broken ribs a normal thing for you and that body of yours."
Kirk smiled and sighed. It was going to be a long 36.4 hours, especially with McCoy hovering over him like a mother hen hovering over her chicks. Kirk closed his eyes and tried to relax, maybe he would enjoy a short vacation, even if he had to spend it doing nothing but sleeping. Amazingly enough, Kirk found himself quite tired and fell asleep almost immediately.
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Spock sat in the Captain's chair, contemplating their situation. The Captain wasn't injured very much at all, and he could return to duty. Although, the Captain much needed a rest from the last mission they were on. He didn't want to admit it, but the doctor was right. The Captain could wait to take control of his ship for awhile. He thought it was fascinating that human emotions were the ones that always caused his Captain so many problems. Yet, these like the intuition he claimed to have, saved them more times than not.
The last mission had been especially rough for the Captain, however. A Romulan spy had snuck on board, posing as a Starfleet officer. The Captain had an encounter with her, and suffered a phaser wound to his leg, along with a few other minor injuries. That was only a few days ago, and the Captain still bore some of the scars from it, emotional and physical. Spock snapped back into attention, there was no logic in such thought, there was work to be done. Spock tried to concentrate on the matter at hand, the testing, but found he couldn't. There was something very wrong about the way that ship reacted. He couldn't help but think that someone had sabotaged the testing. He picked up his tricorder and moved to the science station.