Bar Trek: The Next Generation. Episode 4: Sore Leave

[geoschmo]

Grmph, whu Huh?

BWEEEEEEE BWEEEEEEEE BWEEEEEEEE

Dr. Geo is awakened from his fitfull slumber on the recovery bed to the sound of the red alert klaxon followed by several thuds which he felt through the hull plating more then he heard. Suddenley the ship lurched and he was thrown from the bed to the floor.

"Dammit, I'm a doctor not a crash test dummy" he grumbled to himself and started to reach for the intercom and find out what the heck was going on "up there".

Before he could the sickbay doors opened and several redshirts ensigns came limping in, leaning on each other for support and suffering from nearly identical phaser wounds to their big toes.

"Hmm, we must have an intruder. Either that or security is having target practice again." With that Dr. Geo began quickly tending to the wounded.