Title : A Trek Through The Ages
Author : ‘Goji’ Rob Morris
Series : Mostly DS9, Xovered mostly with MASH
Type : Drabble Series, analogies to other TV characters
Part : 1/1
Characters : DS9, MASH, others
Rating : PG
Summary : There have never been characters like those on DS9 and ST in general. Or have there?
A Trek Through The Ages
By Rob Morris
-------------
The Distant Eddington
They were younger men, then.
Civilization had not yet fallen.
"Baltar, why did you shut down our engines?"
"Adama--the Council directed I do so. This incursion into
Cylon territory is unauthorized."
Cain fumed.
"Dammit, Baltar! They're holding our people!"
Baltar smiled, and punched in a code.
"I told The Council I would stop you--and I did. Now--let’s get our people back."
The quest resumed, and Cain whispered to Adama.
"Now we know who The Council's Boy is."
But Adama felt there was something indefinably wrong.
"No, Cain. I don't think we know anything at all about Baltar."
--------------
The 1890's Kai Winn
A woman of means, both respected and feared, Mrs. Harriet Olsen entered the empty church in the town of Walnut Grove, Minnesota. She had a question it seemed, for the Almighty.
"Now, it’s come to my attention that after Charles Ingalls' son was shot by bank-robbing hoodlums, that he prayed to you, long and hard, to give his boy a miracle. After a time, Mister Ingalls claims that he saw lights and angels proclaiming his son's recovery."
"Now, this has raised a question that I need to have answered."
She stood up, looking pouty.
"Why Haven't I Received Any Visions!!?"
--------------------
The 1950's Bashir
His dirty little secret was out. They knew the pace he maintained couldn't be natural.
Charles Winchester had been taking amphetamines, and had paid the price, in terms of his health and his dignity.
Under a flag of truce, Hawkeye Pierce sat by him.
"Look. You took a wrong turn. We've all taken it into a bottle or a somebody. So don't beat yourself up."
"Kind words, Pierce. But the struggle continues."
"The struggle to keep up with the rest of us?"
"N-ho. The struggle to hold myself back, so that the rest of you may keep up with me."
--------------------
The 1950's Commander Sisko
"I'm Henry Blake, and here's how it is in my spanking-new medical unit. My Chief Nurse thinks this place should be run strictly army. An army whose authority my Chief Surgeon doesn't recognize. Trapper goes on endlessly about his wife and kids. Frank just wants my job. I have a cross-dressing Corpsman who puts on a new form every day. I have a trusted company clerk who bears watching and knows me better than I know myself. HQ regards this unit as a high-priority vital outpost with no need for supplies. And I'm somehow supposed to make this place work?!"
------------------------
The 1950's Captain Sisko
The Bug-Out was over, and Potter's mind was on treating the injured leader of The North Korean soldiers, left behind as they withdrew.
"Enemy or no, I'm a mite queasy about sending a regular military man to a POW camp for the duration."
The officer nodded.
"You are kind to say that, Colonel. But the fighting continues quite well without me. Hmmph. In retrospect, I suppose I should have known for certain that you were coming back."
"How in the Sam Hill could you have known that?"
"Simple--You left your horseshoe behind. I knew you'd come back for it."
---------------------
The 1950's Dax
June, 1953, Korea
Sidney Freedman entered the tent of his religious counterpart, Father Mulcahy. But there was a desperate enemy soldier hiding inside. When the shots were heard, the man was captured.
Concerned, Colonel Sherman Potter kept everyone out of the Padre's tent, till the durable shrink could revive.
The man who had learned as much as he had taught saw Potter staring down at him.
"Sherm? Did I hit my head?"
"Nope. Not even a bump. Just shocky from the surprise."
Freedman nodded, thankful to have kept his mind.
“I’d hate to start a brand new life this late in the war.”
-----------------
The 1950's Jake Sisko
TOKYO, 1951
With Hawkeye for once too flabbergasted to speak, it all fell on Trapper to question the recalcitrant General.
"General--just why can't our unit have an incubator?"
The officer hemmed and hawed, despite his superior rank.
"There are myriad and multiple and massive considerations that must be considered before such a considerable consideration is considered copacetic."
Trapper suddenly grabbed and donned the hat of a passing reporter.
"General, take an alliteration medal out of petty cash. But for now, how's about a clear answer? The public has a right to know."
The General chuckled.
"You can't possibly be that naive."
---------------------
The 1950's Jellico
Radar pointed.
"You sign here, Major."
Frank looked at it askance.
"I don't know."
Hawkeye shook his head, disbelieving.
"Frank, the poor kid will die if we don't get him to Seoul, and fast."
Frank still begged off signing.
"But he could die anyway, on the ride. And as Acting CO, I'd be responsible!"
Hawkeye rolled his eyes.
"As opposed to those deaths you're responsible for as an MD?"
"I--have to--go see-- what my opinion is."
"Cap'n? Why's he need to figure out his opinion?"
"Well, Radar, Frank doesn't have opinions---until Margaret tells him what they are."
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The 1950's Keiko
My name is Soon-Lee Han Klinger.
This wonderful place is not the land of my birth. I came here to be with the husband I adore.
Many of the people are very religious, good-hearted, and patient as I learn their language and culture.
But many whisper. They ask questions about their history without notice, and huff when I answer correctly.
We have friends here, like my husband's second Commanding Officer. We also know people who wish I did not exist.
My husband's temper flares when I am insulted. So I do not speak up. Except for when he is insulted.
----------------
The 1950's Nechayev
SEPTEMBER, 1950
Having exhausted their patience with their micro-managing Head Nurse, the ladies of the 4077th finally decided to call her out.
"Major--we know our jobs. Barring any slacking off, I think that you might just want to let us be."
"She's right. Sometimes when I have an antsy patient calmed down, you walk over, yelling how something MUST be done."
"No disrespect. But with less stickling over rules and regs, we could still be efficient, effective AND get the job done."
But Hot Lips wasn't hearing a word.
"Getting the job done is a poor excuse for ignoring the rules!"
------------------
The 1950's Kira
APRIL, 1953
I accept: That I love the army, but it doesn't know everything. That the nurses are both soldiers and my friends. But just when I have this neatly packed away--he walks in.
The man who is admired also keeps his distance. What I thought arrogance I now know protects a large heart. When his perfectionism has failed him---I got angry. I want and need him to be perfect.
When he passes by, I swear everyone is looking for a moment between us that may never come. We both feel it, but we never say it.
"Major."
"Hawkeye."
-------------------
The 1950's Nog
Lieutenant Colonel Henry Blake often mused that learning Korean had nothing on trying to understand the ramblings of Company Clerk Corporal Walter O'Reilly.
"Radar, just how did you get the new sterilizing equipment?"
The corporal shrugged.
"Oh, the secret to gettin somethin' tough is to have more deals goin than anyone knows about. So ya make yer first deal here, yer second deal there, two more over there, and five more back where ya started. It’s a kinda sorta flow, doncha know."
"I think I understand--maybe. But just one more question?"
"Sure thing. Shoot, sir."
"Radar--Where's My Desk?"
----------------
The 1950's O'Brien
Doctor Winchester saw something that concerned him.
"Hunnicutt, whatever are you doing with that jeep?"
BJ just shrugged.
"Charles, if you must know, I'm headed to Tokyo. It’s been six months since I saw Peg and Erin, so I thought I'd surprise them with a visit."
Charles rolled his eyes.
"Ahhh--Visit the family. Innnn--To-kyo. Ohhh--Zale has yet to fix that jeep. Why don't you lie down until he has, alright?"
BJ was led to Post-Op by a nurse, whom Charles later glared at.
"I Told You. Keep an eye on Doctor Hunnicutt, until his fever has passed!"
-------------------
The 1950's Prophet
The negotiations had been successful, and the Korean War was no more. Now, as the final preparations to disband the 4077th continued, Mulcahy began his blessing.
"Isaiah and Ezekiel told of a great leviathan that would come at the end. I daresay they never imagined wars quite like this one. But now that is done, and we can only hope that we have all learned from our mistakes. Lord, Bless This Land, and let it again be filled with children, not craters. Amen"
He stared at the moonlit, peaceful waters of the Sea Of Japan.
"We are of The Bay-Shore"
-----------------------
The 1950's Quark
Max Klinger stood at the mess tent door, collecting 50 cents admission from each person. No one, not Hawkeye, Colonel Potter, or Father Mulcahy questioned what he was doing this for.
There had to be a reason. This was too blatant to be one of Klinger's patented scams.
This was what Max was depending on. Then came Major Houlihan, quite skeptical.
"Klinger, please don't tell me that you expect me to pay you 50 cents just so I can get some of our lousy food!"
"Major, I would never try to cheat someone so lovely. YOU pay only 25 cents!"
--------------------
The 1950's Sloan
1951, KOREA, MASH 4077TH
Corporal Max Klinger was on guard duty, when Colonel Sam Flagg passed by, and pointed at him.
"You--are a disgrace to every American who fears God, the enemy and myself!"
Klinger, wearing a blue chiffon dress, shrugged.
"Colonel, alls I'm tryin ta do is get out of the army on a Section 8!"
Flagg laughed contemptuously.
"You want out on a psycho discharge, nutburger? I'll give you a Section 8!"
Klinger lit up.
"You will?"
"In fact, I'll even give you a Section 31!"
Klinger frowned.
"There is no Section 31."
Flagg nodded.
"And you just remember that, freako!"
----------------
The 1950's Worf
1952
Pierce gestured for the nurse to change the fading patient’s head towel.
“Just hang on, Ok? We may have a new arterial graft in the pipeline. No sense checking out before the free breakfast buffet, right?”
The dying man—kid really—smiled as the pain subsided, soon for all time.
“Doc, what’s it like outside? What’s the sky look like?”
Hawkeye looked. While merely overcast, rain and wind would come soon.
“An obscenely nice day outside. Big, bright sun.”
“Not so bad then, is it?”
Pierce watched his patient go.
“You might even say-It is a good day to die.”
-------------------
The 1960's Rom
1966
Within moments, Gomer had Cousin Goober's truck up and running. Sergeant Carter shook Goober's hand.
"Goober, he may be a pain here, but I'll bet you folks in Mayberry miss Private Pyle!"
Goober kind of shrugged.
"Sergeant, truth be known, I ain't one that misses him. I love my kin. But I don't want him near my gas station. My Cousin is a well-meaning Idiot!"
Carter nodded.
"You can say that ten times!"
This is of course one of many fables told about later Five-Star General Pyle, Chairman Of The Joint Chiefs Of Staff, and likely Presidential Candidate in 2012
----------------------
The 1990's Spock
JUNE, 1993 - The Seine, Paris
Hugh Fitzcairn, two years from his last death, spoke first.
"All that he was--all that he knew is lost."
Richie Ryan, four months from his first death and four years from his last, spoke next.
"I thought I had learned from you guys how to face death. But I never really have."
Tessa Noel, four months from her one and only death, now spoke.
"He's not really dead. The best part of him lives on."
Immortal Duncan Macleod poured the ashes of Father Darius into the Seine.
"Of all the souls I have ever known, his was the most...Human."
Author : ‘Goji’ Rob Morris
Series : Mostly DS9, Xovered mostly with MASH
Type : Drabble Series, analogies to other TV characters
Part : 1/1
Characters : DS9, MASH, others
Rating : PG
Summary : There have never been characters like those on DS9 and ST in general. Or have there?
A Trek Through The Ages
By Rob Morris
-------------
The Distant Eddington
They were younger men, then.
Civilization had not yet fallen.
"Baltar, why did you shut down our engines?"
"Adama--the Council directed I do so. This incursion into
Cylon territory is unauthorized."
Cain fumed.
"Dammit, Baltar! They're holding our people!"
Baltar smiled, and punched in a code.
"I told The Council I would stop you--and I did. Now--let’s get our people back."
The quest resumed, and Cain whispered to Adama.
"Now we know who The Council's Boy is."
But Adama felt there was something indefinably wrong.
"No, Cain. I don't think we know anything at all about Baltar."
--------------
The 1890's Kai Winn
A woman of means, both respected and feared, Mrs. Harriet Olsen entered the empty church in the town of Walnut Grove, Minnesota. She had a question it seemed, for the Almighty.
"Now, it’s come to my attention that after Charles Ingalls' son was shot by bank-robbing hoodlums, that he prayed to you, long and hard, to give his boy a miracle. After a time, Mister Ingalls claims that he saw lights and angels proclaiming his son's recovery."
"Now, this has raised a question that I need to have answered."
She stood up, looking pouty.
"Why Haven't I Received Any Visions!!?"
--------------------
The 1950's Bashir
His dirty little secret was out. They knew the pace he maintained couldn't be natural.
Charles Winchester had been taking amphetamines, and had paid the price, in terms of his health and his dignity.
Under a flag of truce, Hawkeye Pierce sat by him.
"Look. You took a wrong turn. We've all taken it into a bottle or a somebody. So don't beat yourself up."
"Kind words, Pierce. But the struggle continues."
"The struggle to keep up with the rest of us?"
"N-ho. The struggle to hold myself back, so that the rest of you may keep up with me."
--------------------
The 1950's Commander Sisko
"I'm Henry Blake, and here's how it is in my spanking-new medical unit. My Chief Nurse thinks this place should be run strictly army. An army whose authority my Chief Surgeon doesn't recognize. Trapper goes on endlessly about his wife and kids. Frank just wants my job. I have a cross-dressing Corpsman who puts on a new form every day. I have a trusted company clerk who bears watching and knows me better than I know myself. HQ regards this unit as a high-priority vital outpost with no need for supplies. And I'm somehow supposed to make this place work?!"
------------------------
The 1950's Captain Sisko
The Bug-Out was over, and Potter's mind was on treating the injured leader of The North Korean soldiers, left behind as they withdrew.
"Enemy or no, I'm a mite queasy about sending a regular military man to a POW camp for the duration."
The officer nodded.
"You are kind to say that, Colonel. But the fighting continues quite well without me. Hmmph. In retrospect, I suppose I should have known for certain that you were coming back."
"How in the Sam Hill could you have known that?"
"Simple--You left your horseshoe behind. I knew you'd come back for it."
---------------------
The 1950's Dax
June, 1953, Korea
Sidney Freedman entered the tent of his religious counterpart, Father Mulcahy. But there was a desperate enemy soldier hiding inside. When the shots were heard, the man was captured.
Concerned, Colonel Sherman Potter kept everyone out of the Padre's tent, till the durable shrink could revive.
The man who had learned as much as he had taught saw Potter staring down at him.
"Sherm? Did I hit my head?"
"Nope. Not even a bump. Just shocky from the surprise."
Freedman nodded, thankful to have kept his mind.
“I’d hate to start a brand new life this late in the war.”
-----------------
The 1950's Jake Sisko
TOKYO, 1951
With Hawkeye for once too flabbergasted to speak, it all fell on Trapper to question the recalcitrant General.
"General--just why can't our unit have an incubator?"
The officer hemmed and hawed, despite his superior rank.
"There are myriad and multiple and massive considerations that must be considered before such a considerable consideration is considered copacetic."
Trapper suddenly grabbed and donned the hat of a passing reporter.
"General, take an alliteration medal out of petty cash. But for now, how's about a clear answer? The public has a right to know."
The General chuckled.
"You can't possibly be that naive."
---------------------
The 1950's Jellico
Radar pointed.
"You sign here, Major."
Frank looked at it askance.
"I don't know."
Hawkeye shook his head, disbelieving.
"Frank, the poor kid will die if we don't get him to Seoul, and fast."
Frank still begged off signing.
"But he could die anyway, on the ride. And as Acting CO, I'd be responsible!"
Hawkeye rolled his eyes.
"As opposed to those deaths you're responsible for as an MD?"
"I--have to--go see-- what my opinion is."
"Cap'n? Why's he need to figure out his opinion?"
"Well, Radar, Frank doesn't have opinions---until Margaret tells him what they are."
------------------
The 1950's Keiko
My name is Soon-Lee Han Klinger.
This wonderful place is not the land of my birth. I came here to be with the husband I adore.
Many of the people are very religious, good-hearted, and patient as I learn their language and culture.
But many whisper. They ask questions about their history without notice, and huff when I answer correctly.
We have friends here, like my husband's second Commanding Officer. We also know people who wish I did not exist.
My husband's temper flares when I am insulted. So I do not speak up. Except for when he is insulted.
----------------
The 1950's Nechayev
SEPTEMBER, 1950
Having exhausted their patience with their micro-managing Head Nurse, the ladies of the 4077th finally decided to call her out.
"Major--we know our jobs. Barring any slacking off, I think that you might just want to let us be."
"She's right. Sometimes when I have an antsy patient calmed down, you walk over, yelling how something MUST be done."
"No disrespect. But with less stickling over rules and regs, we could still be efficient, effective AND get the job done."
But Hot Lips wasn't hearing a word.
"Getting the job done is a poor excuse for ignoring the rules!"
------------------
The 1950's Kira
APRIL, 1953
I accept: That I love the army, but it doesn't know everything. That the nurses are both soldiers and my friends. But just when I have this neatly packed away--he walks in.
The man who is admired also keeps his distance. What I thought arrogance I now know protects a large heart. When his perfectionism has failed him---I got angry. I want and need him to be perfect.
When he passes by, I swear everyone is looking for a moment between us that may never come. We both feel it, but we never say it.
"Major."
"Hawkeye."
-------------------
The 1950's Nog
Lieutenant Colonel Henry Blake often mused that learning Korean had nothing on trying to understand the ramblings of Company Clerk Corporal Walter O'Reilly.
"Radar, just how did you get the new sterilizing equipment?"
The corporal shrugged.
"Oh, the secret to gettin somethin' tough is to have more deals goin than anyone knows about. So ya make yer first deal here, yer second deal there, two more over there, and five more back where ya started. It’s a kinda sorta flow, doncha know."
"I think I understand--maybe. But just one more question?"
"Sure thing. Shoot, sir."
"Radar--Where's My Desk?"
----------------
The 1950's O'Brien
Doctor Winchester saw something that concerned him.
"Hunnicutt, whatever are you doing with that jeep?"
BJ just shrugged.
"Charles, if you must know, I'm headed to Tokyo. It’s been six months since I saw Peg and Erin, so I thought I'd surprise them with a visit."
Charles rolled his eyes.
"Ahhh--Visit the family. Innnn--To-kyo. Ohhh--Zale has yet to fix that jeep. Why don't you lie down until he has, alright?"
BJ was led to Post-Op by a nurse, whom Charles later glared at.
"I Told You. Keep an eye on Doctor Hunnicutt, until his fever has passed!"
-------------------
The 1950's Prophet
The negotiations had been successful, and the Korean War was no more. Now, as the final preparations to disband the 4077th continued, Mulcahy began his blessing.
"Isaiah and Ezekiel told of a great leviathan that would come at the end. I daresay they never imagined wars quite like this one. But now that is done, and we can only hope that we have all learned from our mistakes. Lord, Bless This Land, and let it again be filled with children, not craters. Amen"
He stared at the moonlit, peaceful waters of the Sea Of Japan.
"We are of The Bay-Shore"
-----------------------
The 1950's Quark
Max Klinger stood at the mess tent door, collecting 50 cents admission from each person. No one, not Hawkeye, Colonel Potter, or Father Mulcahy questioned what he was doing this for.
There had to be a reason. This was too blatant to be one of Klinger's patented scams.
This was what Max was depending on. Then came Major Houlihan, quite skeptical.
"Klinger, please don't tell me that you expect me to pay you 50 cents just so I can get some of our lousy food!"
"Major, I would never try to cheat someone so lovely. YOU pay only 25 cents!"
--------------------
The 1950's Sloan
1951, KOREA, MASH 4077TH
Corporal Max Klinger was on guard duty, when Colonel Sam Flagg passed by, and pointed at him.
"You--are a disgrace to every American who fears God, the enemy and myself!"
Klinger, wearing a blue chiffon dress, shrugged.
"Colonel, alls I'm tryin ta do is get out of the army on a Section 8!"
Flagg laughed contemptuously.
"You want out on a psycho discharge, nutburger? I'll give you a Section 8!"
Klinger lit up.
"You will?"
"In fact, I'll even give you a Section 31!"
Klinger frowned.
"There is no Section 31."
Flagg nodded.
"And you just remember that, freako!"
----------------
The 1950's Worf
1952
Pierce gestured for the nurse to change the fading patient’s head towel.
“Just hang on, Ok? We may have a new arterial graft in the pipeline. No sense checking out before the free breakfast buffet, right?”
The dying man—kid really—smiled as the pain subsided, soon for all time.
“Doc, what’s it like outside? What’s the sky look like?”
Hawkeye looked. While merely overcast, rain and wind would come soon.
“An obscenely nice day outside. Big, bright sun.”
“Not so bad then, is it?”
Pierce watched his patient go.
“You might even say-It is a good day to die.”
-------------------
The 1960's Rom
1966
Within moments, Gomer had Cousin Goober's truck up and running. Sergeant Carter shook Goober's hand.
"Goober, he may be a pain here, but I'll bet you folks in Mayberry miss Private Pyle!"
Goober kind of shrugged.
"Sergeant, truth be known, I ain't one that misses him. I love my kin. But I don't want him near my gas station. My Cousin is a well-meaning Idiot!"
Carter nodded.
"You can say that ten times!"
This is of course one of many fables told about later Five-Star General Pyle, Chairman Of The Joint Chiefs Of Staff, and likely Presidential Candidate in 2012
----------------------
The 1990's Spock
JUNE, 1993 - The Seine, Paris
Hugh Fitzcairn, two years from his last death, spoke first.
"All that he was--all that he knew is lost."
Richie Ryan, four months from his first death and four years from his last, spoke next.
"I thought I had learned from you guys how to face death. But I never really have."
Tessa Noel, four months from her one and only death, now spoke.
"He's not really dead. The best part of him lives on."
Immortal Duncan Macleod poured the ashes of Father Darius into the Seine.
"Of all the souls I have ever known, his was the most...Human."
