"The bone crunchier than the brain"

[The O'Neill 0]

Midshipman Jack O’Neill

Security officer

Holodeck Duty Report

 

 

 

Another attempted just started, encasing the phaser within the legs of the chair was a good idea. He was barely untouched by the overload, if any one noticed that the phaser seemed to be angry it was Jack. He felt that with each passing failure of the simulation the phaser got meaner and meaner, probably it doesn’t like to be blown up so often. Jack wondered how many others have gone through this challenge. The noise subsided. He stood up.

 

As expected three large brutish men with their face covered and very sharp knives in their hands barged in, it wasn’t a pretty sight but Jack knew that somewhere out there, nausicans are there, doing just sort of this thing. The first man dived sharply at Jack’s diagram while the other two blocked off his exit routes. Instead of running, Jack gently placed his hand on the brute’s arm then stomped on it with all his weight and available gravitation potential energy, a sharp crack came from the man’s arm, it was one of those really mind-wrenching crack and crunches. With out a second thought, the knife was in Jack’s hands. He rolled through the blockade between the two brutes guarding the first’s flank, with 12 neat and lightening quick strokes O’Neill sliced the cafes and ankles of the flanking brutes sending them to their knees slightly. Second objective was complete.

 

The second exchange took only roughly 4 seconds, now a second later, Jack was back on his feet assessing the damage he’s done and what his next move will be. The third brute that was guard the right flank charged slowly but Jack was 4 steps ahead, body slamming him towards the other brute and their downed, and broken boned comrade. Through the disorientation, Jack quickly kicked away the third brute’s knife and jabbed his menacing knife into him a gush of simulated liquid spilt and he disappeared. Third objective was complete. He had withered away the enemy forces.

 

The exchange took 3 more seconds, with practiced reflex Jack had no choice but to flip on his back against the downed brute’s, though it was a really back flip, he managed to get into point blank range of the second brute’s neck, with the knife raised he plunged it deep into the brute’s artery. However this second kill was pricey as O’Neill takes a massive punch to his left side and had no choice but to disengage and roll against the opposite wall.

 

“So much for lightening strikes.” He muttered as he collected himself and the third brute’s fallen knife. The first brute laid covered in simulated blood of his comrade, Jack didn’t hesitate and tossed the knife at his left eye socket.

 

Whooooooosh.

 

A sickening squish sound was made as the knife impacted soft jelly of the cornea. Smashed deeper, ripping out anterior chamber, then the iris then the lens. The brute felt only minor pain but wait the knife still had more kinetic energy from the massive toss. Sliced deeper, slicing ligaments, ciliary muscles, the knife continued to plunge, smashing away the back layer of rods and cones, stripping away the sensory and interconnecting neurons. The retina, destroyed, the knife’s next destination was the optic nerve, slicing the thick nerve in half it finally reached the place its thrower intended …

 

A series of loud squishes came from the brain; the knife penetrates the outer membrane, then the grey matter then the cerebral cortex, then the temporal lobe and stopped.

 

Jack held his left arm and felt simulated bone fragmentation. The surrounding place dissolved slowly. The computer’s voice was heard. He had passed, but this was only the beginning. What if next time he wasn’t so lucky? What if there won’t be a next time?

 

He sat down, this was his life now and he must protect his fellow crewmembers, even with sacrificing his life …

 

Pain … it comes with the job … for free …