"Hanging On For Dear Life"
[Previous post: "Decision", written by the always helpful Sabrina Jones]
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Setting: USS HATHOR, Sickbay
The HATHOR's CO had asked Lea and Susan to return to Sickbay claiming
that it would be *safer* for them. That might have been true had it not
been for the FCO's lunatic way of piloting the ship. The situation
might have called for some unique manoeuvres but there had to be some
limits. At this rate the first casualties would be found *in* Sickbay from
having bounced off every single wall.
Lea considered the small size of her Sickbay to be a mixed blessing.
As small as it was there had been little room to allow for any major
injury to occur. Instead of injuries though, the closeness of the walls
had insured a large number of bruises to develop. The CMO could already
imagine her and her friend comparing the final count of how many
bruises they would have by the end.
"I think I remember a holodeck program that was similar to this," Susan
said smiling. The Cns had taken a solid hold of one side of the one
biobed in the room with both hands. Her friend the CMO had done the
same, hanging on to the other side with equal determination. Although the
shaking and rolling had been compensated by the inertial dampeners the
two women had still needed to hang on with all of their might. The two
officers almost seemed as if they had been enjoying the ordeal. Almost.
"What program are you referring to?" Lea asked watching the unsecured
equipment flying through the room as the ship did another sharp turn.
"Was it the sinking of the TITANIC or the San Francisco earthquake?"
"No," Susan grinned, "it was a rollercoaster program. I remember
having to hang on because I feared being ejected from my seat."
"I am more worried about being *hit* by a seat," Lea chuckled dryly.
"That or anything else for that matter. It looks like Derek is doing it
on purpose. I can imagine him and Uxtar on the bridge taking bets as
to what will hit who first."
Susan had been just about to comment when the HATHOR did some kind of
move which sent both officers flying through the air. Despite their
efforts to hang on, the sudden change in course and or speed had made it
impossible for Lea and Susan to stay put. In a matter of seconds the
CMO and Cns had found themselves one on top of the other.
"Glad no one is in here to see this," Lea chuckled as she moved from
the compromising position she had found herself in. Susan did not seem
to mind her friend moving from where she had landed. Had any of the men
onboard the ship been around, they would have certainly gotten the
wrong impression.
"Yeah," Susan quickly agreed. "I can just imagine how David would have
reacted to seeing us like that."
"Hold on one minute," Lea said as if she had someone been insulted by
her friend's remark. "I would like to point out that this is all *your*
man's fault. He's the one flying the ship like a crazed maniac."
"First Derek is not *my* man," Susan shot back to her friend in an
equally offended tone. "Secondly, our FCO is not a *crazed maniac*. He
just has a unique way of looking at flying a ship. Would you rather he
had us sitting still and be easy targets to the Imperians?"
The battle, if one could call it that, between the CMO and Cns came to a end when the ship once again banked. The two women found themselves once again flying through the air, heading in the opposite direction this time.
"If we get through this we each need to do something," Lea huffed feeling the number of bruises over her body multiplying. "You need to speak to Derek about his flying habits. On my side I will speak to David about installing some padding in this room. I am starting to less and less enjoy playing pinball with the walls."
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Lt. J.G. Lea Summers 2006 post #115
Stardate: 60342.1000
Tiffany Rose {lady_tiffany_rose@mail.com}
Chief Medical Officer
USS HATHOR
