Doctor Rass looked at his wall mounted viewscreen at the battle that was happening in front of him. "By the prophets... why aren't we firing back?" He asked himself. "Are we just going to let them destroy us?" He was about to tap his comm badge to ask what was happening when he heard the telltale etheral meowing sound of a transporter beam in his sickbay. Curious, he walked into the next door room to see Captain Bolerov, laying on one of the medical beds. He barely moved, but let out a quiet moaning sound as his head rolled from one side to the next.

The doctor's comm badge popped. "Bridge to Doctor Rass, come in, doctor." The voice was female.

He tapped his badge. "Rass here. I presume you have an explanation as to why our captain is in my sickbay?" He wandered closer towards the captain.

"Well..." the voice started hesitantly, "um... the Colonel decked him."

The doctor stared incredulously into the room at nothing in particular. "I beg your pardon?"

"It's kind of a long story," she offered, "you might want to restrain him. He tried to order the crew to abandon ship, then he tried to fly the Warlord into one of the Dominion ships."

"Oh?" The doctor blinked several times considering his options. He had already relieved one captain of duty on the Warlord. He wasn't relishing doing that again. "Do we have witnesses to corroborate this story?"

"Well, we were all here. He almost knocked Tyler and me over getting to the controls."

"I see," he said hesitantly. He shook his head. "I can't believe I'm doing this again." He remarked to himself.

"What did you say, doctor?" Elaine asked.

"Uh... nothing. Hang on." He looked up at the ceiling. "Computer, invoke a restraining field around the person in bed three." Briefly, a sparkling bubble of energy surrounded the bed, then disappeared from normal vision. All that was left was a low hum. "Elaine, does anyone suspect some kind of alien influence at work?" He grabbed a tricorder and headed over to the captain's bed. Leaning over, he turned on the bio monitor above the bed and began taking readings.

"I don't think so," she replied cautiously.

He examined the monitors for several seconds. "Increased heart rate, subconscious brain activity is off the charts... what's this?" He asked rhetorically, staring at another readout of the bloodstream.

"What is it, doctor?" Elaine asked through the comm badge.

"Sorry," Rass offered. "He's got quite a substantial amount of alchohol in his blood, even though it's several hours old. I'm seeing increased brainwave activity in his long term memory, too. Initially, I'd say he's in some kind of alchohol-induced psychosis." The captain moaned again. "Tell the commander I'll do a thorough exam on him. In the meantime, tell the commander that he's in charge. I can't release the captain for duty in his current condition."

There was a moment of silence. "Understood, doctor. I'll tell the commander. Bridge out."

Rass shook his head while scratching it. "That makes two captains in less than six months. No one's going to believe this." Doctor Rass adjusted some settings on his tricorder, then made some further adjustments to the wall-mounted readout monitor. "Alright, Captain... let's see what's wrong with you."