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8. Race8. Race
Montgomery Scott chuckled in amusement as he watched his young friends' antics. It was always nice to get some down time and since shore leave came so rarely when they did the Enterprise crew took full advantage of them. Scotty leaned in his seat and sipped at his drink as he marveled at the lovely little spot that Uhura had found. It was sometimes difficult to find a nice dinner spot on a starbase but the woman had found a lovely café and bar with an outdoor garden. The large space was made to look like the rocky terrain of the planet nearby and was lit by beautiful lamps that gave off the appearance of firelight; Scotty was seated at a small table as he watched his dinner-mates. He, Uhura, and Sulu had taken Chekov out for drinks and dinner to celebrate the lad's twenty-first birthday.
In the true fashion of men, a few drinks in an argument had begun about the stamina and abilities of the two younger men. Uhura and Scotty had watched with amusment as the volume
7. Fish7. Fish
For once I'd love to meet a new race of people that DON'T want to kill me on sight.
Jim struggled fiercely as he was dragged towards the cliff that loomed in front of them and vowed that he was going to speak to someone about some of these first contact policies. He got it, he really did; it was important to let other cultures develop at their own pace and not contaminate them with technologies they weren't ready for. Which was all fine and dandy until his crew was caught by yet another group of superstitious people and couldn't pull out phasers and just blast their way out. It was a miracle that he'd lost as few people as he had over the last year.
Nearby Spock was being hauled along as well and they locked eyes, silently communicating in that way that had become so easy.
I HAD told you that subtlety was the key in this situation.
Not really helping here Spock. We need to get back to the ship so w-
The only warning he got was the slight widening of the Vul
6. Bread6. Bread
Kevin Reilly poked at his dinner and slumped in his chair. The room was reverberating with the noises of dozens of different conversations but the young lieutenant had grabbed a corner table and remained alone. As he went to lift his glass he paused and watched the tremor in his hand before lowering it and grasping it in his other hand, trying to still it. Perhaps he should just skip dinner.
Starting at the nickname he hadn’t heard in years he looked up at his captain who was standing over him, tray in hand. “Do you mind?”
Kevin hesitated; he didn’t much want to sit with anyone but of all the people on board the Enterprise Jim Kirk was the one he thought he might be able to tolerate.
The captain was watching him closely and sighed, sitting next to him. “Kev. Is this all you’ve eaten today?”
The younger man looked down at his barely touched soup and nodded. “I know I’m being irrational, but I just
5. Clip5. Clip
Uhura hated missions like this. Perhaps it went without saying that any mission where they brought back someone wounded or dead was a horrible mission. But these types, where the injured party was one of the bridge crew was like a knife to the chest. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for the other people she worked with, but the men who sat on that bridge and went through so much together; they were her family.
So Uhura ran down the hall, her heart pounding. Skidding to a halt just outside of the med bay, she composed herself and opened the door. The room was full of muffled talk as she slipped in and she smiled over at where McCoy was bandaging her captain’s arm as a slightly worried looking Vulcan hovered. Everything looked in order there. She sat down at one of the nearby beds and smiled sadly at the form sprawled out under the covers. Sulu looked up at her with a weak grin.
“Hey, don’t tell me you’re going to spend your day off in thi
4. Salt4. Salt
McCoy jumped slightly as Jim grabbed his shoulders, and jerked his eyes from the corpse on the floor. The doctor felt like he was swimming through a thick fog and his friend’s voice sounded muffled. The events of the last few minutes were blurry and he—
“Jim!” Bones wrenched himself from his stupor and looked his friend over with concerned eyes. “We need to get you down to the med bay…”
“Bones, I’m fine. I think you need to sit down. Come on.”
Leading the shaken doctor to a chair, Jim shot his first officer a look and the Vulcan nodded in confirmation. A team would be there shortly to clean up and they could focus on their friend. Jim watched McCoy’s face carefully. “How do you feel?”
“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t--”
Spock spoke up from his position nearby. “You have never ended a life before today. This must be difficult.”
3. Sand3. Sand
“But of course, out of the miles and miles and miles of sand you managed to find the only deadly bit!”
McCoy gritted his teeth as he watched Jim sprawl on the ground, laughing breathlessly and covered in the blasted white grains. Spock of course was just standing there staring at the place where moments before their captain had disappeared with his ‘fascinating’ face. The good doctor couldn’t help but feel their responses weren’t exactly normal for a potentially deadly situation. At least that poor shell-shocked ensign was horrified. Poor, poor kid…
“Are…are you alright sir?”
Jim stood up, brushing of his uniform. “I’ve been through worse. It’d take more than some quick-sand to take me out; right Bones?”
McCoy gave a little groan and pointed over Jim’s shoulder. “Back. On. The. Path. NOW.”
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