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Discussion in 'Non Star Wars Fan Fiction' started by earlybird-obi-wan, Feb 13, 2020.

  1. earlybird-obi-wan

    earlybird-obi-wan Force Ghost star 6

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    Author: Earlybird-obi-wan

    It will be a series of adventures on the Enterprise taking place in the 4th and 5th year of the original 5 year mission focussing on security, support and medical services.

    Red, white and blue
    Stardate 2268.1005

    Florian McLintlock was busy. It was nine in the morning and lunch-hour aboard the Enterprise was the next moment his restaurant would be filling with day-shift crewmembers. He had to prepare soup – various soups at that including the disgusting Plomeek soup for a certain Vulcan – for starters. He had seen members from the security detail – usually called red-shirts – digging into their porridge or pancakes. And this morning their chief – Kyle Crisson – had been ordering them to hurry. “We are at earth-central-dock and we can have a rock-climbing exercise in Yosemite.” He had seen the big smiles and had told them to have a great time when they came back to deliver their empty trays.

    And he had seen his friend Leonard McCoy – smiling again after the departure of Lionel Majeski – ordering toast and some good old country brew.

    Florian knew. After an R and R stop at New Vulcan Lionel didn’t come back. McCoy had said ‘he has a new job on Aldebaran five. I have to find a new sleep doctor and I know one. He has been a school-mate of Lionel.’
     
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  2. earlybird-obi-wan

    earlybird-obi-wan Force Ghost star 6

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    “Florian was at his best Christine,” McCoy was back in the medward. “I have to see what Starfleet medical has sent us.” He went into the store-room next to the office and indicated with his hands “that’s those boxes and more. I need your help.”

    “I will do the paper work,” Christine powered up the desk and she soon was busy with McCoy summing up the items and she now and then replying ‘check’ or something like that. “Alright,” She heard the main door sliding open and some soft footsteps coming to a halt before the desk.

    “I am Nick Roberts.”

    “Christine Chapel,” Christine shook hands with the man, observing him. He had smiling dark brown eyes in a pale face surrounded by a mop of rather longish grey hair, a scruffy beard and moustache and a long thin and gangly frame. And a bit louder she said with a big smile on her face “ah not packed in a box.”

    “What?” A gruffy mumbling came from the store-room. “It is Chris.”

    “I didn’t come with the atomscrambler.”

    “No?”

    McCoy – by now with his head around the door of the store-room – walked with a box with blue gloves in his hands towards the desk, placed the box there and said shaking hands “McCoy.”

    “Nick Roberts.” Nick observed his CO. He was just as Lionel had described him, a good looking man, smiling brown eyes full of mischief and a mop of unruly dark hair.

    “You are Majeski’s friend,” McCoy continued “and not yet up to starfleet reg standard. Come let me get you settled. Barber first.” With that said he steered his new sleep-doctor towards the exit leaving Christine to store and document the medical supplies.
     
  3. earlybird-obi-wan

    earlybird-obi-wan Force Ghost star 6

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    The next piece has painting/night out


    “Dennis Samuels,” the older man with grey hair in a crew cut steered Nick towards one of the chairs. “You sure need some tidying up to do or you will get your tail pulled every time you come to the scrub-room.” With that said and his charge covered with a sheet he grabbed the ‘tail’ and secured that with a clip on the head. He saw the file that McCoy was showing him.

    “But that tail,” Nick – blinking mischievous with one eye – had his hands scrambling from under the sheet “I had it since my youth. I have Indian ancestors. Grey Horse is what my granddad said when he tied my tail when I was seven years old.”

    “You had a crew-cut at starfleet medical,” the barber observed. “I can see it the way your hair was cut.”

    “Just kidding,” Nick grinned. “My chief won’t have a tail to pull.”

    “Ah leave the tail,” McCoy interrupted. “He is my new apprentice.”

    “Apprentice I am not,” Nick waved with his right hand now freed from the sheet. “Yoda I am.”

    “Crew-cut it is,” McCoy nodded. “Ally I have now. Yoda I am. Jedi-healer you are.” And with that statement he began to tell about his collection of Star Wars stuff with two avid listeners. And the two were nodding eagerly when McCoy offered a movie-watching evening at his place.

    “See you soon,” Dennis saw the two leaving his barber-shop.
    ---

    “This is the corridor leading back to the medward and here is your cabin,” McCoy halted before an opening door. “I have the override-code if you are late or in need but you can keep the others out.”

    “That’s nice to know,” Nick began to enter a code. “You know I have been a federation SEAL. During BUD/S our instructors stormed into our rooms to rouse us for some unexpected training.” Door opening he dragged his bag inside.

    “See you,” McCoy left.

    Nick began to unpack. The first thing was a bundle of towels and he carefully removed the towels to reveal a painting of a beautiful landscape with a moon. Near the foot end of his bunk was the place for it. He had more paintings and each got a place.
    ---

    Nick was unpacking the last of his stuff when the chime on his door sounded. He opened the door.

    “It’s lunch-hour,” McCoy said. “You can go to the mess but I know a real nice place.”

    “Lead the way,” Nick followed.

    A sign next to the door indicated ‘Space-view restaurant’ followed by a menu of the day.

    “My nice place to be for a night out,” McCoy walked to the counter. “I often take Christine to diner.”

    “Ah the lovely blonde I met when I was coming to see you,” Nick stopped at the counter where a man dressed in a white shirt, apron and cooks-hat turned his head.

    “Len, I have made green pea-soup and cinnamon-rolls.” Florian saw McCoy giving a nod and placed the items on the counter. “Ah and who is the new guy?”

    “I am Nick Roberts.”

    “Chief Florian McLintlock.”

    “Chief, I like some of that soup if it is vegetarian and a cinnamon-roll.”

    “Vegetarian it is. Here you go and enjoy your lunch.”

    Nick placed the bowl and plate on a tray and added a large mug with milk and an orange. He followed McCoy to a table with a view. Through the window he could see earth and the space-dock.

    “I can see why this place is perfect for a night out.”

    “It is,” McCoy began with his soup. “Even when we are at Warp the view through the windows is breathtaking. Eat Nick, our communicators can interrupt everything.”

    Nick began to eat.
     
  4. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Game Host Who Loves Fanfics & RPGs star 7 VIP - Game Host

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    Great seeing Nick's arrival and welcome. =D= Thanks for sharing in the duos challenge. :)
     
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  5. earlybird-obi-wan

    earlybird-obi-wan Force Ghost star 6

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    and now interested in???


    Stardate 2268.1019

    Nick was now two weeks on the Enterprise. He had been very busy with small procedures. Ensign Jalolla had been his last patient.

    And he had befriended Christine, finding out that they shared a love for basketball, watching and playing after he had taken her on a night out to the restaurant of Florian. He had been power forward on the schoolteam and Christine part of the back-court.

    She had told him about her great love Roger Korby, a marriage thwarted when she joined the Enterprise. She had met him again during the mission to Exo III. He was in the body of a droid and had Andrea. Her true friends Uhura, Audrey and McCoy made her decision to stay on the Enterprise easy.

    Ensign Alberts was calling him by his nickname ‘Grey Horse’ when he was passing the recreation hall. He halted to talk to Alberts. She overheard them, calling him ‘grey horse’ when she met him again in medbay. He had asked her to join him watching basketball.

    Nick was sure that she was interested in him.

    He was still smiling when he was shaving. The scruffy beard from yesterday had her commenting on his looks during a stroll in the botanical gardens. He had cream on his face and was busy with the razor when his communicator started to beep.

    “Roberts.”

    ‘Medical code 10’

    “Coming,” Nick cleared the door of his cabin – cream on his face leaving that and flying every which way – when he rounded the corner leading to the medward and cleared that door to head straight to the changing room. A code 10 meant surgery and he was the anaesthetist on call.

    He was dressed in greens and entered the OT to see nurses Clara Deyman and Kelly Ohnaka coming in with a stretcher and halting that next to the table.

    McCoy followed, “Get him under Nick. We have some bone-reconstruction to do. Matthews had an accident in the grav-gym.” He disappeared in the changing room.

    -

    Many hours later – lunch and dinner had been served by teams of nurses going off-duty when their replacements came in – Nick directed nurses John and Jullio to guide a still sedated Matthews to the recovery-room. He was the last one out of the OT.

    McCoy had left when the procedure to reconstruct the left leg was finished. That had been 10 minutes ago.

    Nick sat down next to the bed where Matthews was installed by the two nurses and he was still sitting there when Fiona Harris came in.

    “Sir, I can take over. You need some rest. And doc Benson is coming in a few minutes to take over from McCoy.”

    “Uh,” Nick looked up.

    “Rest Nick,” McCoy peeked his head around the door of the room “Doctors orders.”

    Nick stood up with a mischievous smile on his face “changing room first?”

    “No Nick,” McCoy took Nick by his shoulder and steered him towards the exit. “No medbay mayhem this evening. Get to your cabin for a shower and completion of that shave. You are very scruffy.”

    “Christine didn’t love that too,” Nick headed to his cabin.

    tbc
     
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  6. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Game Host Who Loves Fanfics & RPGs star 7 VIP - Game Host

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    Loved seeing the med-team and Nick off-duty as well. :)
    Chapel's back-story is incredibly interesting. [face_thinking]
     
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  7. earlybird-obi-wan

    earlybird-obi-wan Force Ghost star 6

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    It is from the first year in the 5 year mission.
    Babel is in the second year and will be mentioned in the next part


    Stardate 2268.1020

    McCoy was early, very. It was 400 hours. The procedure had led to a tossing and turning in his bunk and getting only a little sleep. He dressed in a hurry.

    He tried to contact Christine – the officer of the night-shift – in medbay but got only static. He wanted to know how Matthews was doing. Passing a mess-hall he selected a meatball sub with extra marinara sauce for breakfast or lunch and headed to medbay.

    Christine greeted him in the office “I have seen Matthews and he is doing fine but still unconscious.”

    After placing the wrapped sub next to another one on his desk McCoy sat down, activated his terminal and tried to input the data of the procedure.

    “Getting the blue screen of death?” Christine asked. “Let me see if I can access the file.” She sat down, took the keyboard to her side of the desk and tried without any success.

    McCoy contacted the technical department and got Mira Ahard on the mobile com.

    ‘We are working on the ship-wide problem. Uhura was the first to notice the static on her com-station. She and Watkins are setting up the diplomatic briefing with the Tholians. That’s working for now thanks to some patches.’

    “We will wait,” McCoy put his communicator down on his desk where his sub was.

    “It’s lunch-time for me,” Christine picked up her smoked Gouda with chicken sub and began to eat.

    McCoy joined her eating his sub.

    --

    A rumbling stomach had Nick awake at five in the morning and feeling the now extremely scruffy face. Yesterday bed was reached after a very short shower and no shaving at all. He shaved, taking care of the hairs and headed towards the restaurant for a quick breakfast.

    McLintlock was nowhere to be seen. ‘No pancakes today.’ He selected porridge, orange-juice, a boiled egg and espresso from the counter. He was eating.

    A red-shirt entered and came – after filling the tray – towards his table with “Hey Roberts, wanting to be with me again?”

    Nick looked up “Kyle?”

    “Yes, I thought I saw a familiar face and it is.” Kyle placed his tray on the table.

    “And you are now?”

    “After I joined the Enterprise as chief weapons instructor I became chief of security,” Kyle replied. And you?”

    Sipping from his espresso Nick began to tell more about his days at Starfleet medical and McCoy asking him to replace Lionel Majeski.

    An older man with grey hair and a friendly face – seeing a new guy probably interested in his tales – joined them and shook hands with Nick “Jacob Numa, chief archives. You must be new.”

    “Nick Roberts, the sleepy new guy in McCoy's medbay. And you must have been very busy with almost 4 years of missions.”

    “I am,” Jacob began to tell more about his department. He had a captivated audience busy with their breakfast. He ended “you are welcome to see more.”

    “I will,” Nick had finished his breakfast and stood up taking his tray “I want to see my patient.”

    “And after you have seen him, come to the archives,” Kyle joined him and turning his head and giving a wink to Jacob “don’t spend too much time in the archives. I did and Jacob was still telling me about the Babel-mission when it was well past midnight. A short night full of dreams followed.”

    “What was the Babel-mission?”

    “Shht,” Kyle steered Nick to the exit. “It was a lot of work for us red-shirts with all those diplomats on board en route to Babel. And it was very harrowing for McCoy.”

    “I can ask him?”

    “Sure and come to my training room after you have finished your shift.”

    “I will,” Nick headed to the nearest turbo-elevator that took him directly to medbay where he changed in scrubs before heading to the IC-ward. He had to see how Matthews was doing.

    ---

    McCoy stood up to drop the wrappers in a bin and saw the door to the IC-ward opening. He walked into the main ward when he saw who was coming. The door to his office swished shut.

    “Matthews is awake and lucid,” Nick was busy turning a used blue glove into a ball before removing the second one.

    “I didn’t expect you so soon after the long procedure,” McCoy grumped good-natured when he saw the second glove getting the same treatment.

    “I needed to see him and,” Nick threw the ball towards his superior.

    “Humph,” McCoy ducked and saw the blue ball sailing towards an opening door. “Fun you like to have in the aftermath of a difficult procedure.”

    “Men,” Christine grinned. “One is imitating Yoda and the other a pranking Jedi healer. And both are adorable.” With that said, she entered the ward where more patients were waiting for her tender and loving care.

    “Yoda you are, healer I am,” Nick had the second blue ball bouncing towards McCoy who caught the thing expertly.

    The game was on.
     
  8. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Game Host Who Loves Fanfics & RPGs star 7 VIP - Game Host

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    Delicious subs for McCoy and Christine.
    Nice meeting the Chief of Archives, who I can imagine has a lot of stories.
    [face_laugh] [face_laugh] Nick and McCoy pranking after a procedure.
     
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