50. Splinter50. Splinter
Pavel Chekov could still remember when he was a boy and his mother dropped a glass bowl onto the hard floor of their kitchen. The bowl had shattered, shards of crystal skidding across the marble surface. To a six year old it had been terrifying to watch the ancient and sturdy bowl almost explode and in a second become nothing. That idea, of something breaking so quickly, so totally had been earth shattering for the boy.
Then, years and years later, he saw it all over again. He never would have guessed that the Five Year mission would end this way. Becoming a ship's navigator at twenty-two had been insane. Working with legends has been unimaginable. And for three years he'd watched one of the most fascinating and strange bond form, not just between three incredible men, but the whole crew. Not to sound like a child, but Pavel had learned to adore his captain and in time to love his commander and other officers as well. They were the unbreakable team; Kirk, Spock and
49. Dice49. Dice
Spock rolled the two cubes in his hand, frowning in concentration as he analyzed the markings on each of the six sides. "Fascinating, even in a culture as different from earth as this, beings still have the need for such devices of chance."
McCoy grinned. "Everyone loves a good game of chance. Nothing like the thrill of a little uncertainty."
"It seems an illogical and dangerous habit for one of your position."
"Well I think I can indulge on occasion, seeing as how I've got you to balance things out."
48. Cold48. Cold
Spock heard the whispers long before any of the ensigns finally addressed him. The woman was tiny, with large nervous eyes and messy hair; her overall appearance showed long nights of hard, endless work and stress. Stammering, she handed over a data pad.
"S-sir, this is the completed data for trials A through D b-but... E and F need to be redone. There was some contamination with the samples..."
Spock's eyes narrowed. "I expressly said that the samples would need special care. This will set back our research by three-point-seventeen days time..." The Vulcan was already calculating the extra work that would need to be done to get the project back on track.
"We're so sorry." The ensign whimpered. "I know that you told us to use the containers at all times but-"
"It would have been the correct procedure as I stated at the beginning of the experimentation process. In the future, please, endever to follow my instructions."
As he walked off he could hear the young woman's fri