So normally went the away mission that nobody got really surprised when natives opened fire.
Somewhere, Scotty was testing and re-developing Enterprise, co-evolving into unparalleled engineering genius. Nurses fluffed biobed pillows while Dr. Mbenga paced back and forth in the Transporter room. Captain Kirk grew steadily whiter, out of commission due to previous assignment and therefore still on board and conscious enough to worry.
Mr. Spock, Dr. McCoy and one Duncan Smith were still on the planet; Scotty got every other crew-member out though they were still intact and furious of being "managed".
Suddenly, communications flared back to life and Uhura allowed herself a half-second quarter-smile of delight. The bridge crew heard a piece of in-between-missiles dialogue.
Mr. Spock asked something, lost in back-stage war-cries. Acting Capt. Sulu assumed that the First Officer was on his favourite topic of illogical human beliefs.
The unlucky up-start red-shirt Smith (handsomely suicidal guy) began to defend Terrans. His awesomely serious (and seriously awesome) voice grew distant and somehow clearer.
- ... and any Terran worth his salt would advise you to live, grow stronger and fight, another day if you can.
Pause.
- This is the Pre-Surak Vulcan farewell between old enemies, Mr. Smith, - Mr. Spock said dryly.
Pause.
Dr. McCoy burst out laughing.
Next moment, they shimmered to life in Transporter room, Vulcan wounded and intrigued, the red-shirt - vaguely offended, the Doctor - merry and old-eyed.