The End is Never Final
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Category:
S through Z › SeaQuest
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
1,835
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own SeaQuest DSV, and I do not make any money from this writing.
Chapter Five
Oliver Hudson knows war. He knows that it’s more than people shooting at each other; it’s the exhilaration of constant danger and the fear gnawing away at the balls. War is a man’s world and, despite the number of fine women under his command, it would always be a man’s game in his head. He slides through the passageways of his own vessel. War is on the forefront of his mind and had been since he encountered the mangled body of Chief Crocker. Manilow Crocker had stared up at his captain, dead eyes wide and bulging. Sweat beads still drying on the man’s brow. He had no choice but to leave the man there. Gun in hand and war squeezing at his heart, he moves toward distant voices. HE snakes down passages until the voices are close enough to overhear.
“First aid kit. First aid kit. Where the fuck is the emergency first aid kit?” The voice, female, steadily continues, “One in every hallway? Right…C’mon, talk to me Commander. How are you holding up?”
Leaning against the wall, Hudson moves so that, slowly, his Lieutenant and his Commander enter his line of vision. Lonnie Henderson is frantically searching for the first aid kit she had been swearing about and Jonathan Ford is propped near her feet, bleeding and mumbling. Henderson, arms above her head, catches his movement from the corner of her eye and, in a movement that would leave any superior officer beaming with pride, her gun is level with his head, just before it almost drops, “Captain!”
He ignores her surprise, her agape jaw and the wide-eyed stares. Moving quickly, he kneels next to Ford. The man isn’t doing very well. Beads of sweat mar his features and under his hand, blood transforms the uniform from a dull black to a sickening shine. Hudson’s hand rests on one of Ford’s dampened ones. Under him, the Commander moans.
“You’re going to be okay. Character builder, right?” He turns to the only other officer present. “Get me the first aid kit now. If you can’t find one here, go down the terminal, there’s one near the end of that hall.”
Lonnie Henderson runs.
“First aid kit. First aid kit. Where the fuck is the emergency first aid kit?” The voice, female, steadily continues, “One in every hallway? Right…C’mon, talk to me Commander. How are you holding up?”
Leaning against the wall, Hudson moves so that, slowly, his Lieutenant and his Commander enter his line of vision. Lonnie Henderson is frantically searching for the first aid kit she had been swearing about and Jonathan Ford is propped near her feet, bleeding and mumbling. Henderson, arms above her head, catches his movement from the corner of her eye and, in a movement that would leave any superior officer beaming with pride, her gun is level with his head, just before it almost drops, “Captain!”
He ignores her surprise, her agape jaw and the wide-eyed stares. Moving quickly, he kneels next to Ford. The man isn’t doing very well. Beads of sweat mar his features and under his hand, blood transforms the uniform from a dull black to a sickening shine. Hudson’s hand rests on one of Ford’s dampened ones. Under him, the Commander moans.
“You’re going to be okay. Character builder, right?” He turns to the only other officer present. “Get me the first aid kit now. If you can’t find one here, go down the terminal, there’s one near the end of that hall.”
Lonnie Henderson runs.