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„Ready to beam up, Scotty."
„Alright, Captain."
Mr. Scott, chief engineer of the USS Enterprise moved the controllers in the usual manner, whereupon three men slowly appeared in the transporter room, one in a yellow shirt, standing casually, a faint smile on his lips and in his eyes, behind him two in blue shirts, one with pointed ears and distinctive eyebrows, the other now remarking with an unmistakable Southern accent,
„Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a diplomat!".
„That's right, Bones. However, you could have controlled yourself a little."
Jim Kirk had turned to his chief medical officer, his voice growing slightly unnerved.
„While I would normally be with you on that, Captain, it seems as if Mr. McCoy's reaction indeed made no difference."
Mr. Spock, first officer and science officer on the Starfleet's ship, had raised one of his eyebrows while the rest of his face and posture lacked any sign of emotion whatsoever.
„What happened down there, Captain?", Mr. Scott asked.
Kirk now left the platform where he had appeared.
„Well, we tried our best to calm that upheaval down there. One controlling organ is in charge but they don't get anything done. As Spock pointed out, our appearance has made no difference."
Now said Vulcan raised his voice.
„We believe the society on the planet below us is in the midst of a revolution, much like you have experienced on your Earth centuries ago. It is a natural, and sometimes necessary step in the process of societal evolution."
„They don't harm anyone, they don't destroy anything, our job is done here."
Kirk chuckled.
„Even though we didn't do much of a job. Anyway, I have to go mind my bridge."
The Captain left the transporter room, followed by Spock. Most of the other people went to do their business or sneak into their quarters.
Kirk and his first officer strode through the many hallways of the Enterprise to reach the lift.
„So, how's that, well, what do you call her? Your chosen wife? Well, the woman you were supposed to marry, how's that girl doing? Heard anything?"
Kirk grinned as he remembered the events that had happened a few weeks ago on Spock's home planet, while the Vulcan again did nothing but raise his eyebrows.
„I don't see how that information would have any relevance in our current undertakings, Captain."
„Oh, come on, you must have heard something? Are they happy, happily married?"
„If you don't recall, marriage for a Vulcan is a mere necessity, a fact that we accept, which, by the way, leads to infinitely less trouble in domestic households than what you are used to."
„Do I spot a bit of jealousy? Just a tiny bit?"
It seemed as though Kirk was enjoying his little banter with Mr. Spock.
„I don't see where you got that impression."
Spock's face was still motionless and ever-unaffected.
„Oh, Spock ..."
The Captain was cut off as the ship suddenly seemed to take a wild turn. Both men, along with other personnel were thrown against the nearest wall.
Immediately, Kirk sprang to his feet again, reaching for the next communicator. Before he could press the button, though, the turbulence continued, this time longer and more violent. There were cries, some people stayed on the floor, unconscious.
Jim shook his head, trying to get rid of the dizziness caused by the unusual movement of his body, as he got up again. He carefully looked around.
„Alright, everyone stay calm, I'm sure we're just passing through some ion storm, it's nothing …."
Then his gaze fell on Spock, also lieing on the floor. He rushed towards him.
„Spock? Spock, can you hear me?"
The Vulcan grimaced with pain.
„Everything's … fine, Jim, I'm just a little …"
Spock dropped back to unconsciousness.
„Spock!"
Kirk tried to get him back, but then got up to reach the communicator again. This time, he succeeded.
„Bridge, this is the Captain. What the hell just happened?"