Yesterday, 02:06 AM
== Ensign Kent Östberg - Medical NRC ==
Pearson's bravery had earned him a slash to the arm that cut deep. He was grappled, and likely didn't have long before his opponent got the better of him.
The doctor allowed himself a bit of a crooked smile as his shot hit the second Klingon, the one who had cut the Australian... and didn't take him out. The smile faded instantly. Klingon armor, designed for exactly that, and he cursed himself for not remembering. During his time with the SEJO he'd been trained not to fire stun center mass at armored targets. You either fired to kill or you shot for the unprotected head. He was rusty, and he knew it.
Heavy stun still staggered the rather large Klingon, and precious time ticked away as he adjusted his aim only for a second blast, from Captain Givens, to take the enemy out of the fight. That left the one on Pearson. There was no way for Östberg to shoot the remaining Klingon without hitting the friendly. And this had to end now. One team member was down and needed treatment, and Pearson himself needed to have his wound taken care of afterwards. Ordinarily he would have let someone else (trained Security officers, after all) finish off the last foe, but if the Klingon got his knife in he might kill Pearson. Östberg owed him, and the doctor paid his debts.
The large doctor pulled his hypospray off his belt, tapped the button for anesthizine with his thumb with a well-practiced motion, and went for the Klingon, charging in. All he needed was opening, and the Klingon looked rather busy.
Come on, you bastard, give it up. This won't hurt at all.
== Östberg will try to get in any opening he can find and give our Klingon friend a rather heavy dose. ==
Pearson's bravery had earned him a slash to the arm that cut deep. He was grappled, and likely didn't have long before his opponent got the better of him.
The doctor allowed himself a bit of a crooked smile as his shot hit the second Klingon, the one who had cut the Australian... and didn't take him out. The smile faded instantly. Klingon armor, designed for exactly that, and he cursed himself for not remembering. During his time with the SEJO he'd been trained not to fire stun center mass at armored targets. You either fired to kill or you shot for the unprotected head. He was rusty, and he knew it.
Heavy stun still staggered the rather large Klingon, and precious time ticked away as he adjusted his aim only for a second blast, from Captain Givens, to take the enemy out of the fight. That left the one on Pearson. There was no way for Östberg to shoot the remaining Klingon without hitting the friendly. And this had to end now. One team member was down and needed treatment, and Pearson himself needed to have his wound taken care of afterwards. Ordinarily he would have let someone else (trained Security officers, after all) finish off the last foe, but if the Klingon got his knife in he might kill Pearson. Östberg owed him, and the doctor paid his debts.
The large doctor pulled his hypospray off his belt, tapped the button for anesthizine with his thumb with a well-practiced motion, and went for the Klingon, charging in. All he needed was opening, and the Klingon looked rather busy.
Come on, you bastard, give it up. This won't hurt at all.
== Östberg will try to get in any opening he can find and give our Klingon friend a rather heavy dose. ==