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Legacy part 3
Title: Legacy part 3
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rated: PG-13
Notes:
Summary: Leonard H. McCoy calls himself a ol' country doctor. But a discovery hidden deep within Starfleet's archives unravels much more to the McCoy line than anyone could have imagined.
He entered the Officer's conference room with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. Jim was sitting at the head of the table with Spock to his right. There were a few security officers and Chekov. "Bones! Have a seat!" Jim smiled.
Leonard rolled his eyes and took a seat at the opposite end.
"All right, Starfleet's ordered us to travel to Curran. It's volatile and a bit primitive. A few Federation ships have gone missing over it. They keep claiming innocent so we're gonna go in and ask 'em where they are." Jim announced. "On the away team, I'm taking myself, Commander Spock, Ensign Farrel, and Lieutenant Hassan." He stared straight at Leonard. "Bones, I need you to be on call in case anything goes down. Chekov, I need you at the transporter controls since Scotty will be in charge while Spock and I are gone. We're departing at 0900. Be ready at Transporter Room 3. Dismissed." Everyone stood up to be dismissed. "Oh Bones, Chekov, I'm gonna need you guys to stay for a bit."
"What now, Jim? I've got to put M'Benga in charge before I can sit and wait for your ass to come back on board in pieces." He crossed his arms and stared at his friend.
"If you don't hear from Spock and I in 8 hours, I want you guys to get the ship the hell out of here and contact Starfleet."
"Captain? Why 8 hours?" asked Chekov.
"Because any more and they'll be able to launch an attack on the Enterprise." Jim replied. Chekov nodded and scurried off. Leonard gave Jim one last look before following the ensign.
He watched carefully as Jim, Spock, and the security officers stood on the pad. Jim gave the signal to energize and in swirls of white light, the group was gone.
Chekov was sitting at the controls, monitoring their signals. "Are we going to talk about it?" he asked innocently.
"No." Leonard replied tersely.
Two hours passed.
"What about now?"
"No."
Three hours. Still no word from the away party.
"What about now?"
"I said no." Leonard glared and Chekov scowled into the console.
Two more hours before the scratchy sound came over the console. "Spock to Enterprise." The sound was garbled.
Chekov's hands flew over the console. "Enterprise here, Commander!"
"Take...ship--Starbase 12." Chekov tried to lock on the signal to clear it up. All that came back was static.
"Commander? Commander?" Chekov called in to the console. Nothing but static answered him. Leonard watched as the young ensign looked at him in absolute fear before realization hit him. "We need to tell Mr. Scott." He nodded as if convinced his own ideas were the best in the universe. "Yes, yes. We need to tell Mr. Scott. We need to get you down there." And already, he was up and out of his seat.
"No! No no no!" But Chekov was out the door. "Damnit!" He chased after the ensign. "Chekov! Slow the fuck down!" he shouted as the two of them raced down the hallways of the Enterprise. "Damnit, you know I'm an old man!" He nearly skidded and knocked the kid over when they reached the bridge.
"Mr. Scott! Sir!" Chekov announced, barely out of breath. "Before we leave, we must try one last thing!" Leonard felt like he was about to fall over from lack of air.
"Ch-Chekov, wait, we don't even know if it'll work." he gasped. "We don't even know if we have it." He braced himself on his knees and took in big gulps of air.
Scotty stared at both of them. "Chekov, what the hell are you ramblin' about, lad?" he finally asked.
"Mr. Scott, you must trust us on this." Chekov replied. He looked around the bridge. "Give the conn to someone else and we will show you." He looked at Leonard. "Please, this way, we can save the captain and commander."
Scotty was waiting for him to reply. After a while, he answered. "He's right, Scotty. There...could be a way."
"Right. Sulu, take the conn." Scotty ordered. The group made their way to Leonard's quarters again. "So what the hell were you ramblin' about?"
"Doctor McCoy's babushka worked on a project called OS. It is an operations suit to be used in hostage situations like this." Chekov explained.
Scotty froze as Leonard typed in his key lock. "The Project O.S.?!" he gasped. The engineer's eyes were round. "I thought it were a legend! McCoy, your grandmama was--"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Grammy and Gramps were engineering legends." Leonard replied. The doors slid open and he stormed over to the console. "Chekov, I don't know how to work this damn thing. I don't even know if it exists on the damn ship." He clicked on the delta shield that lead to Project O.S.
"Mary, mother of God." Scotty breathed as the schematics unfolded before his eyes.
Chekov's eyes analyzed the screen. "There!" he shouted. "Access Project O.S." he commanded.
"Access denied." the console chirped.
"Doctor! You do it!"
Leonard sighed and grumbled. "Computer, access Project O.S."
"Access granted. Commencing retinal scan." the console chirped.
"Retinal scan?" the trio chorused. "Whoa!" Chekov and Scotty jumped back as a light emitted from the console and scanned Leonard's eyes.
"Retinal scan for DNA confirmed." A part of the wall next to the console slid open and the familiar black jumpsuit appeared to them.
"Only you can wear it, doctor." Chekov whispered. "You have to. To save the captain and Commander Spock."
Leonard looked at Chekov then at Scotty, who seemed like he wanted to weep at the sight of the OS. "Well, damn." He got up and grabbed at it. The suit itself whirred to life and attached itself to his body, immediately molding to his shape. He shouted as he felt encased neck to toe in the material. The dark visor rested on his face.
"You ok, lad?" asked Scotty.
Leonard nodded. "Yeah, I think so." He looked down at his encased arms. What fit so perfectly on Grammy had shaped itself to fit perfectly on his body.
"Right. Chekov, if there's a communicator in that thing, sync it with our ship so you're in constant communication with him. I'm going to relieve Sulu at the conn. If you're not back in 2 hours, McCoy, we'll jump to Starbase 12." Scotty instructed. "Godspeed, lad."
He begrudgingly followed Chekov back to Transporter room 3. "Chekov, this technology is at least 10 years old, how are we going to know if it will work?" he asked. The suit itself felt...strangely comfortable despite being so skintight.
"I saw the schematics." They entered the room and Chekov sat at the console again. His hands flew over it until it chirped. The delta shield on the collar chirped back. "I've synced up your communicator. Apparently, it runs on a subspace channel." His eyes widened on the console.
Leonard dragged himself up onto the pad. "I still hate transporters." he muttered.
"Don't worry, doctor." He looked up to see the kid smiling back at him. "You are in safe hands. Ready?"
"Energize." The Enterprise disappeared and Leoanrd found himself instantly planetside. The planet was completely covered in tropical jungle. "All right, OS, I'm here to find Jim and Spock. Uh...Chekov, can you hear me?"
"It seems we are in constant radio, doctor!" came the tinny voice of the navigator.
"Great, can you send the biofeeds of Spock and Jim from up there? Wait." To the left of his visor, there was a biofeed readout of Jim and on the right, one of Spock. Circles from both ghosted over his field of vision until they flashed at the stone compound a few feet away from him. "Nevermind, I found them. Now...how the hell am I going to get in?" He watched in fascination as an entrance was mapped out for him. "Are you getting any of this, Chekov?"
"The suit wants you to go through the main entrance with all those guards?" squeaked Chekov.
Leonard's eyes widened. "Oh no. No, no, no." But already, he was moving towards the wall of the prison cell. He unbuckled the holsters and aimed at the brick wall. The phasers had to have been upgrades from the standard since the wall blew to smithereens. The graphics in his visor told him to go through the blown out room and turn right to head down a hallway.
He moved stealthily with phaser in front set to stun. Damned if he had to take a life that's not on the operating table. But it felt like he was moving too fast for his pursuers. He didn't feel himself fighting anyone but he saw a few of the guards flying from the force of his fist. Just a few more doors down and he'll get to Jim and Spock.
If he could get past the huge ass--"What the hell is that, Chekov?!" he shouted.
"It looks like a cousin to creatures found on Delta Vega." Chekov replied.
As if on cue, the large hybrid of a gigantic praying mantis and a flower screeched at him. Leonard pulled out the phaser, and leaped in between the menacing pincers. He was able to slide on the ground between all six legs and shoot at the thorax. There was an odd sense of satisfaction when the giant...whatever it was fell. He followed his visor's coordinates until he reached a cell block with a tiny window at the top.
"Jim?" he called out.
"...ones?" answered a weak voice.
"Tell everyone to stand away from the door." he replied. There was a soft bit of scuttle. He pulled out the phaser and aimed it at the lock. The resulting blast essentially decimated the door. He coughed from the dust that kicked up. "Jim? Commander?"
When the smoke finally cleared, he saw the two of them stare at him like he was the second coming. He raced over to check the extent of their injuries. Jim was barely conscious with the traditional bruises and cuts and possible concussion. Spock seemed to be in no better shape. The pale skin was mottled with all sorts of jade and moss colored bruises.
"Doctor?" Spock rasped. He seemed to be in awe.
"Bones!" cried out Jim, a little too happily for anyone's tastes.
"Chekov, you've got a lock on us? And get a medical team to the transport room!"
"Aye, doctor!" came the same tinny voice.
"Three to beam up!" Shouts were coming from down the hallway. Leonard held onto Jim and Spock as they disappeared from the dank, dirty cell.
Relief washed over him when he saw M'Benga and Chapel and his team rush forward towards their captain. He barely cracked a smile when the first shot of pain hit him.
"Doctor!"
He looked up to see Chekov's concerned face before the world went black.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rated: PG-13
Notes:
Summary: Leonard H. McCoy calls himself a ol' country doctor. But a discovery hidden deep within Starfleet's archives unravels much more to the McCoy line than anyone could have imagined.
He entered the Officer's conference room with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. Jim was sitting at the head of the table with Spock to his right. There were a few security officers and Chekov. "Bones! Have a seat!" Jim smiled.
Leonard rolled his eyes and took a seat at the opposite end.
"All right, Starfleet's ordered us to travel to Curran. It's volatile and a bit primitive. A few Federation ships have gone missing over it. They keep claiming innocent so we're gonna go in and ask 'em where they are." Jim announced. "On the away team, I'm taking myself, Commander Spock, Ensign Farrel, and Lieutenant Hassan." He stared straight at Leonard. "Bones, I need you to be on call in case anything goes down. Chekov, I need you at the transporter controls since Scotty will be in charge while Spock and I are gone. We're departing at 0900. Be ready at Transporter Room 3. Dismissed." Everyone stood up to be dismissed. "Oh Bones, Chekov, I'm gonna need you guys to stay for a bit."
"What now, Jim? I've got to put M'Benga in charge before I can sit and wait for your ass to come back on board in pieces." He crossed his arms and stared at his friend.
"If you don't hear from Spock and I in 8 hours, I want you guys to get the ship the hell out of here and contact Starfleet."
"Captain? Why 8 hours?" asked Chekov.
"Because any more and they'll be able to launch an attack on the Enterprise." Jim replied. Chekov nodded and scurried off. Leonard gave Jim one last look before following the ensign.
He watched carefully as Jim, Spock, and the security officers stood on the pad. Jim gave the signal to energize and in swirls of white light, the group was gone.
Chekov was sitting at the controls, monitoring their signals. "Are we going to talk about it?" he asked innocently.
"No." Leonard replied tersely.
Two hours passed.
"What about now?"
"No."
Three hours. Still no word from the away party.
"What about now?"
"I said no." Leonard glared and Chekov scowled into the console.
Two more hours before the scratchy sound came over the console. "Spock to Enterprise." The sound was garbled.
Chekov's hands flew over the console. "Enterprise here, Commander!"
"Take...ship--Starbase 12." Chekov tried to lock on the signal to clear it up. All that came back was static.
"Commander? Commander?" Chekov called in to the console. Nothing but static answered him. Leonard watched as the young ensign looked at him in absolute fear before realization hit him. "We need to tell Mr. Scott." He nodded as if convinced his own ideas were the best in the universe. "Yes, yes. We need to tell Mr. Scott. We need to get you down there." And already, he was up and out of his seat.
"No! No no no!" But Chekov was out the door. "Damnit!" He chased after the ensign. "Chekov! Slow the fuck down!" he shouted as the two of them raced down the hallways of the Enterprise. "Damnit, you know I'm an old man!" He nearly skidded and knocked the kid over when they reached the bridge.
"Mr. Scott! Sir!" Chekov announced, barely out of breath. "Before we leave, we must try one last thing!" Leonard felt like he was about to fall over from lack of air.
"Ch-Chekov, wait, we don't even know if it'll work." he gasped. "We don't even know if we have it." He braced himself on his knees and took in big gulps of air.
Scotty stared at both of them. "Chekov, what the hell are you ramblin' about, lad?" he finally asked.
"Mr. Scott, you must trust us on this." Chekov replied. He looked around the bridge. "Give the conn to someone else and we will show you." He looked at Leonard. "Please, this way, we can save the captain and commander."
Scotty was waiting for him to reply. After a while, he answered. "He's right, Scotty. There...could be a way."
"Right. Sulu, take the conn." Scotty ordered. The group made their way to Leonard's quarters again. "So what the hell were you ramblin' about?"
"Doctor McCoy's babushka worked on a project called OS. It is an operations suit to be used in hostage situations like this." Chekov explained.
Scotty froze as Leonard typed in his key lock. "The Project O.S.?!" he gasped. The engineer's eyes were round. "I thought it were a legend! McCoy, your grandmama was--"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Grammy and Gramps were engineering legends." Leonard replied. The doors slid open and he stormed over to the console. "Chekov, I don't know how to work this damn thing. I don't even know if it exists on the damn ship." He clicked on the delta shield that lead to Project O.S.
"Mary, mother of God." Scotty breathed as the schematics unfolded before his eyes.
Chekov's eyes analyzed the screen. "There!" he shouted. "Access Project O.S." he commanded.
"Access denied." the console chirped.
"Doctor! You do it!"
Leonard sighed and grumbled. "Computer, access Project O.S."
"Access granted. Commencing retinal scan." the console chirped.
"Retinal scan?" the trio chorused. "Whoa!" Chekov and Scotty jumped back as a light emitted from the console and scanned Leonard's eyes.
"Retinal scan for DNA confirmed." A part of the wall next to the console slid open and the familiar black jumpsuit appeared to them.
"Only you can wear it, doctor." Chekov whispered. "You have to. To save the captain and Commander Spock."
Leonard looked at Chekov then at Scotty, who seemed like he wanted to weep at the sight of the OS. "Well, damn." He got up and grabbed at it. The suit itself whirred to life and attached itself to his body, immediately molding to his shape. He shouted as he felt encased neck to toe in the material. The dark visor rested on his face.
"You ok, lad?" asked Scotty.
Leonard nodded. "Yeah, I think so." He looked down at his encased arms. What fit so perfectly on Grammy had shaped itself to fit perfectly on his body.
"Right. Chekov, if there's a communicator in that thing, sync it with our ship so you're in constant communication with him. I'm going to relieve Sulu at the conn. If you're not back in 2 hours, McCoy, we'll jump to Starbase 12." Scotty instructed. "Godspeed, lad."
He begrudgingly followed Chekov back to Transporter room 3. "Chekov, this technology is at least 10 years old, how are we going to know if it will work?" he asked. The suit itself felt...strangely comfortable despite being so skintight.
"I saw the schematics." They entered the room and Chekov sat at the console again. His hands flew over it until it chirped. The delta shield on the collar chirped back. "I've synced up your communicator. Apparently, it runs on a subspace channel." His eyes widened on the console.
Leonard dragged himself up onto the pad. "I still hate transporters." he muttered.
"Don't worry, doctor." He looked up to see the kid smiling back at him. "You are in safe hands. Ready?"
"Energize." The Enterprise disappeared and Leoanrd found himself instantly planetside. The planet was completely covered in tropical jungle. "All right, OS, I'm here to find Jim and Spock. Uh...Chekov, can you hear me?"
"It seems we are in constant radio, doctor!" came the tinny voice of the navigator.
"Great, can you send the biofeeds of Spock and Jim from up there? Wait." To the left of his visor, there was a biofeed readout of Jim and on the right, one of Spock. Circles from both ghosted over his field of vision until they flashed at the stone compound a few feet away from him. "Nevermind, I found them. Now...how the hell am I going to get in?" He watched in fascination as an entrance was mapped out for him. "Are you getting any of this, Chekov?"
"The suit wants you to go through the main entrance with all those guards?" squeaked Chekov.
Leonard's eyes widened. "Oh no. No, no, no." But already, he was moving towards the wall of the prison cell. He unbuckled the holsters and aimed at the brick wall. The phasers had to have been upgrades from the standard since the wall blew to smithereens. The graphics in his visor told him to go through the blown out room and turn right to head down a hallway.
He moved stealthily with phaser in front set to stun. Damned if he had to take a life that's not on the operating table. But it felt like he was moving too fast for his pursuers. He didn't feel himself fighting anyone but he saw a few of the guards flying from the force of his fist. Just a few more doors down and he'll get to Jim and Spock.
If he could get past the huge ass--"What the hell is that, Chekov?!" he shouted.
"It looks like a cousin to creatures found on Delta Vega." Chekov replied.
As if on cue, the large hybrid of a gigantic praying mantis and a flower screeched at him. Leonard pulled out the phaser, and leaped in between the menacing pincers. He was able to slide on the ground between all six legs and shoot at the thorax. There was an odd sense of satisfaction when the giant...whatever it was fell. He followed his visor's coordinates until he reached a cell block with a tiny window at the top.
"Jim?" he called out.
"...ones?" answered a weak voice.
"Tell everyone to stand away from the door." he replied. There was a soft bit of scuttle. He pulled out the phaser and aimed it at the lock. The resulting blast essentially decimated the door. He coughed from the dust that kicked up. "Jim? Commander?"
When the smoke finally cleared, he saw the two of them stare at him like he was the second coming. He raced over to check the extent of their injuries. Jim was barely conscious with the traditional bruises and cuts and possible concussion. Spock seemed to be in no better shape. The pale skin was mottled with all sorts of jade and moss colored bruises.
"Doctor?" Spock rasped. He seemed to be in awe.
"Bones!" cried out Jim, a little too happily for anyone's tastes.
"Chekov, you've got a lock on us? And get a medical team to the transport room!"
"Aye, doctor!" came the same tinny voice.
"Three to beam up!" Shouts were coming from down the hallway. Leonard held onto Jim and Spock as they disappeared from the dank, dirty cell.
Relief washed over him when he saw M'Benga and Chapel and his team rush forward towards their captain. He barely cracked a smile when the first shot of pain hit him.
"Doctor!"
He looked up to see Chekov's concerned face before the world went black.