It was Open House day on board the Determination, and the senior staff of the Enterprise had been cordially invited to attend. Kirk had accepted on everyone's behalf. As it was the first of its class, there was no small measure of excitement over this event.
They had been through the brand new ship from stem to stern, and had been duly impressed by the gleaming walls, the spacious quarters, and the well-organized engine room. The bridge was the last stop. Everyone had admired the view from the screen, and Kirk had tested out the captain's chair for 10 seconds before declaring it "not quite the same" as his, in a tone that indicated he preferred his own.
Walking to the back of the bridge, he spotted McCoy staring at a display screen, and it was clear by the frown on his face that something was bothering him. Kirk checked the screen – huh…what's he thinking? That's just temperature controls – looks normal, too.
"Something on your mind, Doctor?" he asked, putting his hand on Bones' shoulder. Scotty was over at the next console, reading something off the screen silently, his lips moving as he studied various system diagrams.
His lips pursed, McCoy blew out a breath and sat down. "Still can't figure it out." He shook his head from side to side, then tapped a tab on the touch screen to reveal the ship's schematics. "Look here, Jim." He stabbed a section of the screen to highlight it. "Can you tell me why in blue blazes they would put the sickbay directly under the bridge?"
Scotty looked up from his screen, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "'Cause that's where all the trolls live," he muttered under his breath as he walked past them to the turbolift.
Both men looked up at him. McCoy's frown deepened and his face turned red. "I heard that!"
Scotty's grin grew wider. The turbolift doors shut, taking him away.
It took 10 minutes for Jim to stop laughing.
They had been through the brand new ship from stem to stern, and had been duly impressed by the gleaming walls, the spacious quarters, and the well-organized engine room. The bridge was the last stop. Everyone had admired the view from the screen, and Kirk had tested out the captain's chair for 10 seconds before declaring it "not quite the same" as his, in a tone that indicated he preferred his own.
Walking to the back of the bridge, he spotted McCoy staring at a display screen, and it was clear by the frown on his face that something was bothering him. Kirk checked the screen – huh…what's he thinking? That's just temperature controls – looks normal, too.
"Something on your mind, Doctor?" he asked, putting his hand on Bones' shoulder. Scotty was over at the next console, reading something off the screen silently, his lips moving as he studied various system diagrams.
His lips pursed, McCoy blew out a breath and sat down. "Still can't figure it out." He shook his head from side to side, then tapped a tab on the touch screen to reveal the ship's schematics. "Look here, Jim." He stabbed a section of the screen to highlight it. "Can you tell me why in blue blazes they would put the sickbay directly under the bridge?"
Scotty looked up from his screen, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "'Cause that's where all the trolls live," he muttered under his breath as he walked past them to the turbolift.
Both men looked up at him. McCoy's frown deepened and his face turned red. "I heard that!"
Scotty's grin grew wider. The turbolift doors shut, taking him away.
It took 10 minutes for Jim to stop laughing.
Poor McCoy, not that I'm sure he didn't earn it several times over.
