"RUSCH, DEAN WESLEY SMITH KRISTINE KATHRYN - TREATYS LAW 4TH IN THE DAY OF HONOR SERIES STARTREK B" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rusch Kristine Kathryn)

"Projeff?." McCoy asked. "The engineer from the Farragut?" "The same,"
Scotty said. "We had a wee wager." "A wager," McCoy said. "I suppose
it had nothing to do with the thefts." "Naw. That's Security's
business. And the captain's." Scotty smiled his wide, impish smile, the
one that had gotten them into trouble on more than one shore leave.
"This was over the lassies."

"The ships? What about them?" McCoy finished cleaning and sterilizing
the wound. "Projeff claims that he found a way to use the power from
hydroponics to enrich the oxygen content of the environmental controls."
"We don't need more oxygen." "I didn't say we did. But supposin' she
got herself in a fix, and we were havin' trouble with the environmental
controls. We could use..." Scotty launched into an explanation so
technical that McCoy, who prided himself on understanding most things
scientific--especially when they touched on fundamentals, like
oxygen--couldn't follow a word. "So you were testing it?" "Lord, no,"
Scotty said. "We were building models. The Farragufs environmental
system is one of the worst I've ever seen. A pile of junk-heap parts
that needs to be replaced, if you ask me. 'Twouldna be fair to Projeff
to attempt a modification on that scrap heap." "So you were building
computer models." "Actually, we were using some of the base's supplies
as parts for small scale models. I made some modifications to Projeff's
proposal and we wanted to see who could get his model running quicker."
"I don't see why you had to take the Enterprise apart to do that." "I
dinna, Doctor," Scotty said. "I was merely showing Projeff some of the
finer points of our environmental system so that he could improve the
Farragut's." "I see," McCoy said, even though he didn't. "I still

don't understand how you wounded yourself building models." "I slid me
arm up a miniature jeffries tube," Scotty said. He flushed. "To adjust
the cabling. It got stuck." "Why didn't you get help, man?" "What, and
let Projeff see me dilemma? No, sir! Montgomery Scott solves his own
engineering problems, he does." McCoy shook his head. "Next time, get
one of the medical staff to help you out," he said. "There won't be a
next time," Scotty said. He glanced at his arm. There was no sign of
the cut. McCoy's healing powers had worked again. "We're heading to the
outskirts of Klingon space. There won't be time for models and such."
"But that won't stop you from working on them, will it, Mr. Scott?"
Scotty grinned. "If I have time ta build models," he said, "then all
will be right with the world." He slid off the table and headed for
Engineering before McCoy could caution him to keep the arm stable for
the next few hours. McCoy sighed and went to his desk. He doubted all
would be right with the world. The captain had asked McCoy to inventory
the medical supplies and order up more from storage if need be. And Jim
only did that when he was expecting trouble.

Chapter Two

THE ATTACKING SHIPS had moved on by the time Kerdoch made it into the
center of the colony. Most of the dome buildings were damaged. Flames