Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, The Enterprise, or any of the characters except for my OC.
Warning: May contain some harsh language. May possibly contain hints of Spock/Uhura and will contain Chekov/Eprouve. Also, this is my first ever try on , and I'm not used to the format. Further, it is also my first try at a Star Trek story. Please don't shoot me.
Other notes: My OC, Emily Eprouve, is not the main character. I tried very hard to make her just an ordinary Starfleet Officer, and the story is written in Kirk's pov.
Captain's log, stardate 4527.1. The Enterprise has just received a distress call from Vulcan, they claim to be under attack by Klingons. We are heading to the planet at warp eight, and the crew is preparing for the worst possible situation.
Captain Kirk pressed a button to end the log, and slowly lowered himself into his chair. He stared forward, looking from Lieutenant Sulu to the young Ensign Chekov.
"Status report, Mr. Chekov?" Kirk inquired. Chekov clicked something that the captain could not see.
"Fifteen minutes to Wulcan, sir." Chekov replied, checking the coordinates of The Enterprise. Kirk nodded in acknowledgement and put his hand through his hair, exhaling stressfully.
"Lieutenant Uhura, contact Ensign Eprouve, please." Kirk commanded, turning to face the communications officer.
"Yes, Captain." Uhura answered, flipping a switch at her station. "Bridge to Eprouve, Come in." she said.
A few floors down, the young Tactical Officer, Emily Eprouve, handed a phaser to an anonymous redshirt, then strode to the intercom. She poked a button on the intercom and leaned against the wall, coughing into her shoulder.
"Eprouve here." she said.
"Is everyone armed and ready?" Uhura asked the young girl.
"Aye, Lieutenant." Emily responded, looking over her shoulder to see the army of redshirts. "We should very easily be able to help Vulcan knock some sense into those Klingon idiots."
"Very good, Eprouve. We are less than ten minutes away from Vulcan. Please report to the bridge to orbit." Uhura said. She waited for the ensign to respond, then turned off the intercom. Nyota turned to face her captain.
"She's on her way, sir." Uhura announced.
"Thank you, Lieutenant." Kirk responded. "Any updates from Vulcan?"
"Negative, Captain. It seems their communications are down, I cannot get in touch with them." Nyota said, shaking her head and glancing toward Mr. Spock.
Kirk followed Uhura's gaze to the first officer, The Enterprise's very own half-Vulcan. He seemed troubled. Kirk rose up from his seat and ambled toward his friend.
"You doing alright, Spock? Not too worried?" Kirk questioned quietly, a touch of sympathy in his voice. The science officer quietly turned around.
"Worry is a human emotion, Jim." Spock remarked. "However, I am a bit…concerned with the legitimacy of the distress signal."
Kirk cocked an eyebrow. "Legitimacy, Mr. Spock?"
"Yes, Captain. Although Vulcans do no particularly care for the Klingons' methods, a treaty was established between the two races fourteen years, six months, and twenty-eight days ago. It would be most illogical of the Klingons to invade Vulcan for any reason." Spock explained. "Furthermore, I cannot think of any logical reason for Klingon to attack my home planet."
Kirk nodded thoughtfully. "You make a good point, Spock, but why would Vulcan send out an emergency distress signal if there was no emergency?" he inquired. "It's not likely that Vulcan would have any technical issues."
"I'm not sure, Captain. I am merely stating that we may be surprised upon arriving at Vulcan." Spock said.
"Well, what do you intend us to do about it? Should we wait until we receive more information?"
Spock sighed. "No, sir. We should go to Vulcan, I shall continue my assessment of the situation." The science officer turned around to continue what he had been doing before.
"Captain Kirk, five minutes to Wulcan, but…no sign of any Klingon wessels, sir." Chekov announced, mispronouncing several words. Kirk walked over to the navigator, looking perplexed.
"That's strange…" Kirk muttered, examining Chekov's compboard. "You may be right, Mr. Spock."
Eprouve walked through the entrance to the bridge just then, coughing a few times, then heading to her post as one of the Orbital Engineers. She was the ship's acting Tactical Officer and Interrogation Surgeon, but could also perform several other positions—Orbital Engineer being one of them. Kirk acknowledged Eprouve, then she sat down and began working.
Kirk liked Eprouve. Not in a romantic sense, she was too young for that, but as a friend. The captain and the young girl had become very close friends during their time on The Enterprise. She was fourth in command, after Scotty. Emily Eprouve always seemed to be coughing, as if in a constant cold, though she never acted as if she were sick. Emily had short, chocolate hair that she often wore in high, stubby pigtails. Her eyes were a honey color, and her skin was very pale. She was a child prodigy, and graduated from Star Fleet Academy when she was only sixteen years old. The young ensign was now nineteen years old, and it was rumored among the crewmen that she had romantic feelings for First Officer Spock.
Kirk, however, knew that to be untrue. Emily had confided in the captain that she very much cared for Pavel Chekov, and saw Mr. Spock as a "father figure" rather than a potential husband. Knowing this, Kirk laughed whenever someone brought up the possibility of Eprouve being in love with the science officer.
"We are arriving at Wulcan, sir." Chekov's voice cut through the captain's thoughts.
"Still no sign of any Klingon starships, Captain." Sulu proclaimed. Jim Kirk bit his lip and exchanged glances with First Officer Spock.
"It appears there are no foreign vessels on the planet, Captain Kirk." Spock stated. There was a long silence, then Eprouve turned to face Kirk.
"Begin to orbit, sir?" the ensign inquired. Kirk stood up and put a hand behind his head.
"Yes, Miss Eprouve, I suppose so. Ms. Uhura, please contact Doctor McCoy and ask him to go to the transporter platform." The captain commanded. "Mr. Spock, would you care to beam down to Vulcan with Bones and I to see what's the matter?" Kirk asked.
Spock agreed, and they both traveled to the transporter pad to meet the very confused doctor.
"What's going on, Jim?" McCoy demanded. "I'm a doctor, not a mercenary. How do you expect me to fight a thousand Klingons?" The doctor was staring at Kirk and Spock as if they had both lost their minds.
"There are no Klingons, Bones. It was a faulty distress call. We're just beaming down to check things out and learn what happened." Kirk explained as he stepped onto the transporter pad. McCoy looked surprised.
"Faulty? From Vulcan?" Bones repeated skeptically.
"Yes, Doctor, A rare occurrence indeed. It is very unlike Vulcan to make such a large mistake without notice." Spock said, following the captain onto the platform with McCoy.
Kirk crossed his arms, deep in thought. It was unlike Vulcan. In fact, he couldn't name a single time that planet had ever made such a mistake. Jim glanced toward the unconcerned Spock, then faced the transporter chief. Mr. Scott was standing behind the man, scolding him for some probably unimportant mistake. After a while, Scotty stopped and allowed the transporter chief to continue beaming Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock and Dr. McCoy to Vulcan. Kirk smiled at Mr. Scott, then disappeared along with Spock and Bones—and reappeared a few feet away from the Vulcan Ambassador, Sarek.
Also known as Spock's father.