Captain's Log: Stardate….
"6793.4, Sir."
"Thank you, Lt."
Captain's Log: Stardate 6793.4. We are currently in orbit around Voldana IV, a Hawaiian like planet dedicated to providing Shore Leaves for Federation ships. On recommendation from my Chief Medical Officer, the Enterprise is long overdue for a Shore Leave. We will be orbiting Voldana IV for 24 hours, and will be taking advantage of the opportunity to take some R&R.
Captain James T. Kirk swiveled in his chair for moment, fidgeting to get in a comfortable position. He snapped the log entry shut and handed it to blonde Yeoman waiting patiently. She nodded at him, flashing a sympathetic smile, and then hurried off the bridge. He rubbed his eyes gingerly, trying to keep from dozing off. Maybe McCoy was right. He hadn't believed his Medical Officer when he first proposed to make a detour to Voldana IV for awhile, but now understood why. He gazed around the bridge crew. They all looked both bored and tired. He noted that Ensign Chekov was twiddling with his thumbs. "Well," He said, rising from his chair. He stretched his legs for a moment. The whole bridge crew was gazing at him, hoping with anticipation. "Let's go have a good time. Dismissed." They all erupted into huge grins. Even First Officer Mr. Spock showed contentment in his dark brown eyes.
"I don't see vhat is so great about being out in some sand and having the hot sun beat down on you?" Chekov muttered.
"Come on, Pavel," Lt. Sulu beamed, trying to cheer him up. "It'll be fun. I'll show those frozen bones of yours how to surf."
"Surf?" The Russian asked, confused. Sulu just chuckled as he guided his friend into the turbo lift. Kirk couldn't help but smile watching them exit. Chekov was in for a shock.
Kirk's interest shifted to his First Officer. The Vulcan was still poised in his chair in a perfect posture. "Coming, Mr. Spock?" Kirk grinned. It always proved enjoyable to tease with the Vulcan.
"I think not, Captain." Kirk could tell that Spock was going to be stubborn. He would have to lure Spock in through his interests. "There would be nothing to gain by it. It is simply a planet of eleven percent sand and eighty-nine percent water." It made sense that his First Officer wouldn't find it an enjoyable stay. Spock's home planet, Vulcan, was mostly sand and little water, the exact opposite of Voldana IV. Spock would probably stay on the ship and make system checks and meditate in his room.
"Don't tell me Vulcan's don't have beach parties, Mr. Spock." Kirk said innocently.
"Beach parties?" Spock's eyebrow inclined ever so slightly.
"Well, Mr. Spock, I guess you'll never know." He gave a tedious wave and started his depart. To his satisfaction, the Vulcan gestured forward with him. "Spock?"
"I believe I shall join you, Captain." Spock saw his Captain grin and added. "For the scientific knowledge."
"Of course, Mr. Spock." Kirk agreed, nodding at the Vulcan as if he completely understood Spock's logic in doing so. This Shore Leave was going to be an interesting one.
The Captain and Mr. Spock materialized near the edge of the beach, where most of the Enterprise crew was located. Spock was still visibly uncomfortable in the accustomed clothes to a day at the beach. He was wearing a pair of pitch black swim trunks with no top or any other type of cloth. The Captain was wearing the same, as like most of the males on the premises, only his was a sun golden yellow pair. "Captain?" Spock said, ready to retreat and go back to the ship. Kirk had insisted that he, as the Captain, carry the communicator, so they would go back to the ship together. Spock waited, but the only answer was a slight breeze blowing in his ear. "Captain?" Spock noted, not surprised, that the Captain had already wondered over to a group of beautiful girls in bikinis, leaving Spock all alone. Spock sighed to himself. Logically, he should have seen this coming. Kirk's tendency to become distracted by the female species was more prominent then others. Spock's sensitive ears picked up some giggles from behind him. He turned his head slightly to see three young women staring at him, whispering and blushing. Spock's distaste of the beach came back again. His ability to attract women had always proved an annoyance to his logic. He quickly sought off to find a sanctuary.