02-06-2025, 04:08 PM
==Ens. Ollie Pearson - Security NRC==
The moment of satisfaction that accompanied the 'woosh' of Ostberg's hypospray was short lived as whatever the Doc injected his "dance partner" with did the exact opposite of knocking him out.
A combination of slick blood and his weakened strength coupled with a now 'hulked out' (a reference the Aussie security man had learned about from an ex with a fascination for classical pop culture science fiction movies) warrior alien, resulted in Pearson's immediate upending. One moment he was enjoying victory. The next he was on his rather well toned arse.
The deck plate of the Klingon freighter was hard and uninviting as his body slammed uncontrolled against it, and Ollie lost the breath in his lungs on impact. Stunned, there was little the man could do but hurt (which he did fantastically at the moment), as he watched his opponent drive a fist into the Doctor and then charge wildly towards his colleagues. Pearson tried to call out a warning, but no sound would leave him other than a sad breathless squeak. Turning his head, a sense of dread washed over him as he saw K'Deela on the floor across the bridge, and the telltale sign of his teammates engaged in emergency life saving procedures.
No....K....
I gotta get up. I gotta get up.... ran through Pearson's mind as he struggled to clear his head and move his bloody battered body. Little progress was made before he saw the flash of a phaser rifle from the direction of Captain Givens.
The moment of satisfaction that accompanied the 'woosh' of Ostberg's hypospray was short lived as whatever the Doc injected his "dance partner" with did the exact opposite of knocking him out.
A combination of slick blood and his weakened strength coupled with a now 'hulked out' (a reference the Aussie security man had learned about from an ex with a fascination for classical pop culture science fiction movies) warrior alien, resulted in Pearson's immediate upending. One moment he was enjoying victory. The next he was on his rather well toned arse.
The deck plate of the Klingon freighter was hard and uninviting as his body slammed uncontrolled against it, and Ollie lost the breath in his lungs on impact. Stunned, there was little the man could do but hurt (which he did fantastically at the moment), as he watched his opponent drive a fist into the Doctor and then charge wildly towards his colleagues. Pearson tried to call out a warning, but no sound would leave him other than a sad breathless squeak. Turning his head, a sense of dread washed over him as he saw K'Deela on the floor across the bridge, and the telltale sign of his teammates engaged in emergency life saving procedures.
No....K....
I gotta get up. I gotta get up.... ran through Pearson's mind as he struggled to clear his head and move his bloody battered body. Little progress was made before he saw the flash of a phaser rifle from the direction of Captain Givens.