Spock, the first officer whose advice was always effectual, possessed a strength of understanding, and coolness of judgement, which qualified him to be the counselor of the ship’s captain, and enabled him frequently to counteract, to the advantage of them all, that eagerness of mind in Captain Kirk which must generally have lead to imprudence. Spock had an excellent heart, positioned somewhere near his kidneys; his feelings were strong, but he knew how to govern them: it was a knowledge which his captain had yet to learn, and which one of his fellow crew members had resolved never to learn.
Dr. Leonard McCoy’s abilities were, in many respects, equal to Spock’s. He was sensible and clever; but eager in every thing; his sorrows, his joys, could have no moderation. He was generous, amiably cynical, interesting: he was everything but logical.
major character is shot w weird space gun that steals his lungs: doctor devises a set of holographic lungs to keep him alive until adequate replacements can be found
minor character gets stabbed once in the back w a regular old knife not 50 meters from sickbay: dies instantly. bashir scans him w a tricorder and shakes his head solemnly. there’s nothing he can do.
major character suffers traumatic brain injury, rendering him comatose and just days from death: doctor grows a genetic clone from a gob of alien goo and harvests neurological tissue at just the right time (not w/o its moral dilemmas)
tasha yar zapped by a tar pit: beverly crusher
“Quark,” Odo said at last. He was pleased to see Quark start at the sound of his voice. The Ferengi turned and gazed up at him.
“Where did you come from?” Quark asked, seemingly flustered. “How long have you been standing there?” Odo did not believe that he was acting, but it was difficult to know with certainty; Quark was nothing if not devious.
“I didn’t come from anywhere,” Odo replied. “I’m always by your side, Quark. How else would I be able to catch you in the act of committing a crime?”
“You haven’t caught me yet,” Quark remarked. “Then again, it’s always been my policy not to break the law.”
Odo tried to laugh. It came out as a quick exhalation of breath, a fleeting burst of noise. He had learned much about humor in his life, but it still often required an effort for him to participate and react the way other people did. It was less the result of his changeling nature, he thought, than the philosophical rigidity born of his dedication to justice.
The 34th Rule by Armin Shimerman and David R. George III