Night 47: Main Hallway, 2-Center

[donetakinorders]

[from here]It was times like this he had to wonder if he was the only damn person in this place who still cared about finding the fastest way home possible. Which probably wasn't true, but hell. Seeing as the only people he'd worked with so far had 'stealing books' as a goal or were setting up training nights, it was no damn wonder he was feeling

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[dual_worlds]

((From here.))They hadn't proceeded far into the hallway when Spock slowed down. In the dim lighting, he was barely able to see a humanoid form apparently floating in mid air. If he wasn't mistaken, two others were involved, carrying themselves as though they were engaged in combat. It was difficult to gain a full grasp on the situation -- only that the floating figure appeared female, and that some sort of odd substance or energy was emerging from its center and enveloping it. More than that, however, it was likely hostile as well

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy heard the scuffle before he saw it. It was a strange clang of metal, several thuds and the tread of different set of feet, followed with the smell of blood in the air. McCoy started to lift the flashlight before he thought better of it. He cupped the flashlight instead, blocking out most of the light instinctively. Even with the beam mostly covered, he could see at least two humanoid shapes fighting off a strange mass. Then one of the shapes cried out something (a name?), and McCoy knew then with a sudden horror that they were patients. The doctor started forward, instinct saying to help them somehow

[dual_worlds]

The situation would have been different if they were carrying better equipment. If they had possession of their phasers, for example, there would have been little question as to whether they were even capable of lending help. But the fact remained that they only had one weapon between them -- a blunt object that couldn't be solely relied upon to maintain their own safety, much less drive one of the institute's creatures away. Furthermore, the glint of a patient's sword wasn't lost on Spock, and it was apparent that they at least had the means to make an escape if they needed to

(turning into the Sun Room Hall)

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy was still silently cursing Vulcans and their damned logic even as he followed him.

Spock was utterly right. Those patients could just retreat (assuming that creature didn't follow them), and realistically, they'd just get underfoot if they tried to help just now. Could even make things worse by presenting a distraction. As much as he hated to admit it, McCoy had to admit the logic was sound. Spock was right, perfectly logical as always, and it suddenly annoyed McCoy to high heaven. Even if they were plenty of reasons not to get involved, it was awfully cold to just move on like that. Those were other living beings there, people in trouble

[dual_worlds]

The doctor's silence suggested that he had no further reservations regarding their avoiding the conflict. Considering that they had no time to further debate the issue, that was for the best -- otherwise, they would simply put themselves into more danger. With that settled, Spock quickened his pace and moved across the hall with the intent of safely making it to the pharmacy

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy had plenty of reservations about the issue, namely that logical or not, it was inhuman to just leave those people to their fate. The doctor was holding his tongue, and just barely. They had no guarantee that they'd retreat, or even if they did, they wouldn't get followed

[dual_worlds]

It would be ideal if the door opened quickly, though Spock knew they couldn't assume such an outcome simply because it was convenient. However, he'd had enough experience with the institute to realize that they had some chance of breaking into the room. Since McCoy was willing to offer his help, perhaps it would not take them long at all

[hes_deadjim]

McCoy looked back, just in time to prepare himself for that countdown. He threw himself bodily at the door along with Spock, their bodies hitting it with a loud thud. The door shuddered but didn't give just yet. McCoy would have been surprised if it had. They weren't exactly the best battering ram material, where they? Spock probably could've forced it open normally, but he'd mentioned something about his strength not being at full capacity.

As partners went, the doctor wasn't exactly the best for knocking a door down himself. Any member of Security likely could, but he was just a doctor. McCoy wasn't out of shape, but he wasn't exactly packed down with weight either.

He supposed the only good thing about this was that he didn't have to worry about embarrassing himself in front of Spock. The doctor looked to Spock, this time counting down before he threw himself once again at the door.

The door suddenly gave way under them.

[hes_deadjim]

[falling in this way]