Assume a mass casualty type situation. Something along the lines of AR-558 with physical wounds ranging from phaser and disruptor hits, to concussions, broken bones, and the like.
Each Chief would be from roughly halfway through the run of their series with whatever knowledge and experience they had at that point. Each would have access to whatever kind of portable medical kit a medical officer of their time would have brought for such a situation. There are no able bodied personnel to help. No they don’t have access to a transporter.
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The alien blood corrodes away the bottom of your cup. Now what do you do?
I try to communicate with it.
It speaks only in disposable cup idioms. It says: “Red Solo, when the beer fell.” Now what do you do?
I eat the cup so that I can have its inner light.
You arrive without traveling, see all without looking, and do all without doing. You get a nifty flute souvenir. The ship explodes. Score: 0/100. Thank you for participating in the Kobay-ouchie Maru.
I believe there is still the matter of the free hat.
Acknowledged. Launching Starfleet standard hat distribution holoprogram.
Today is a good day to dive.