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"Captain's Log, Stardate 2460.21; we are now in orbit of an uncharted planet, where we have picked up a weak distress signal from a Vulcan science vessel the Tar' Ana, that was lost over 9 years ago. We've been trying to make contact with it and see if there are any survivors that need assistance, but there has yet to be any reply. We will beam down to the surface if no contact has been made within the hour."
Captain James T. Kirk turned to Lt. Uhura as he clicked off the recording. "Any update Lieutenant?"
"I think," Uhura paused as she held her ear piece, "It was scrambled but I think I found the right frequency sir." The young Lt. clicked a few more buttons, "I was able to pinpoint the location of the distress signal, Captain; but no one is answering our hails."
"Mr. Sulu, have a scans turned up anything?"
"Negative Captain, the nearby ion storms are interfering with our instruments," Sulu replied.
Kirk pinched the bridge of his nose; this part of the galaxy was famous for its unpredictable ion storms. Many ships had been lost in this sector and he wanted to get out of here as soon as he could.
Jim sighed heavily before getting up from his chair and walked over to where Spock stood looking over the file that was written about the crash over 9 years ago.
"Anything on your end, Mr. Spock," The Captain asked as he leaned against the console.
"Negative, Captain," Spock answered, as he stared at the screen, flipping through the file faster than most humans could. However, the flipping quickly halted as the half-Vulcan stared at the screen.
"What is it, Spock?" Kirk asked, as he watched his first officer's eyebrow rise.
"Nothing of great importance, Captain; I simply recognized the name of one of the Vulcan's on the ship," Spock stated, before continuing his reading.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Kirks mouth, though it was more out of habit than any actual humor. "An old friend, Mr. Spock?" He asked as he leaned closer to see what the Vulcan was reading, even though the manifested name was long gone from the screen.
"Friendship is a human concept, Captain," Spock answered smoothly as he flipped through the files without missing a beat, "It was simply an old teacher of mine."
Kirks' smile grew more at Spock's answer. He really couldn't help it; it just tickled him to hear Spock talk all logically when he clearly had something on his mind. "Any information you might have about a crew member on the ship would be vital in the search and rescue effort, Mr. Spock." Kirk stated, switching back to captain mode and standing up straight, but the smile remained.
Spock looked over at his captain, his face a blank mask. "I have no information that isn't currently in the files, Captain. Soek and I didn't familiarize ourselves beyond being a student and a teacher," He answered indifferently.
Kirk nodded, knowing when not to push something, "All right Mr. Spock, keep on searching and be ready to beam down with the search party at 0400." He turned and informed Uhura to contact him if anything changed before entering the turbo lift, "Sickbay," he directed to the lift and held onto the handle as the computer sent him to his needed destination. Kirk exited the turbo lift walked quickly to the Sickbay where he found Dr. McCoy looking over a file that Nurse Chapel had handed him.
"Johannes has improved and his fever broke an hour ago, Doctor," Chapel informed the genial southern doctor before noticing Kirk had entered the room. "Good day, Sir."
With a nod from McCoy, Chapel turned and went back to her duties. Kirk, who had been waiting until they were finished talking, walked up to McCoy's side. "We're beaming down to the planet in under an hour. Get your med kit together. We don't know what we may find down there,"
"Yeah, yeah Jim," McCoy said, as he gestured toward a small kit sitting on the table beside him, "I'm way ahead 'a ya." McCoy leaned back on the table and crossed his arms with a smile, file still in one hand.
"Is it stocked for Vulcan biology?" Kirk asked raising an eyebrow at the country doctor.
"'Course it is Jim," McCoy answered with a frown, "Though I got to tell ya, took a bit of time. Outta all the aliens in the galaxy, it had to be those green-blooded hobgoblins!"
The man couldn't help but chuckle at his friends comment, "Now Bones, if it's too difficult for you..." Kirk trailed off as he turned away.
"Hey, now!" McCoy said with a mock glare, "I never said that!" Kirk laughed, while Bones mumbled something inaudible.
The younger man checked the time on McCoy's computer station and hit the intercom button on the desk, "Uhura report."
"Still nothing sir, shall Mr. Spock and I proceed to the Transporter room?" the Lt. replied over the COM link.
"Yes, we'll meet you there. Kirk out," after turning off the link he turned back to McCoy. "Shall we?"
The doctor slung the prepared med-kit over his shoulder before straightening and leading the way out of Sickbay. When they reached the Transporter Room Uhura, Spock, and two Ensigns assigned to Security were already waiting on the transport pad.
Bones looked over at the Vulcan who was flipping through his tricorder. With a sneaky smirk he walked over to Spock. "Mr. Spock it seems you have an untied lace on your shoe." McCoy started.
"That is illogical for you to even suggest, doctor, as I am wearing Star Fleet issue boots with no laces that you spoke of," Spock said calmly, not even looking up from what he was doing.
McCoy's face flushed pink with annoyance as he grumbled something along the lines of "Damn hobgoblin," and "don't they have April Fool's Day on that damn dust ball of a planet"
Meanwhile Kirk was by the console, barely managing to hold his expression neutral and trying not to laugh too hard at what he just heard. After taking a deep breath the Captain and doctor stepped onto the pad, taking up their proper positions. "Energize," Kirk said, to the Transporter Operator manning the controls. A few buttons were pressed, before the all too familiar whine of the transporter rang in the air and the Landing Party faded, in a shower of seeming shining sparkles before disappearing completely.
The party was released from the transporter signal, appearing in a dark, dense forest. In nearby trees birds took flight in a panic, the colors ranging from soft pink to jet black. All around then leaves swayed in a cool breeze and the sun shone brightly overhead. To their right were monstrous mountains that seen to reach so high they touched the heavens themselves. All in all, the place, while beautiful, had an unsettling effect on the crew.
"Sir, look! Over there!" Uhura pointed off to the left, where they could see the blackened shell that must have been the Vulcan ship.
"Let's move, but tread carefully… this place is unsettling." Kirk said, before making his way toward the crash site.
The group trekked slowly through the dense foliage towards the ship, and for a moment Uhura lost her balance as a vine caught her foot, and she fell into one of the Security Ensigns. There was a muttered apology before they continued on. Captain Kirk was the first to make it to the ship, as he brushed some tangled branches away from the side of the hull.
Spock pulled out his tricorder, taking careful reading and recordings while McCoy stepped closer to his Captain and the Ensigns checked the perimeter.
"It looks…" one of the young redshirt trailed off.
"It looks like no one's been here in years," Uhura whispered, brushing off a good deal of dirt from the side revealing a name; Tar' Ana.
With just a little bit of searching and a good deal of weeding, the crew was able to pry open one of the doors leading into the dark ship. Kirk took one look inside and turned to the rest of the crew, "All right everyone, split up and see if you can find any sign of survivors."
Kirk started to fan out away from the crash site, looking for anything that might indicate where the Vulcan's might have gone. The redshirts carefully ventured into the dark ship while McCoy and Uhura circled it, looking for clues as well.
The captain found it a little disorienting as he navigated through the overgrown forest, and for a moment he wondered if he'd get lost in the maze of weeds. However, when he turned to look back he was comforted by the sight of Spock only a few yards back staring down at his tricorder with that typical Vulcan intensity. He continued to beat through the brush in search of some kind of clue about what had happened to the Vulcan's that had, apparently, crash landed here nine years ago; dropped equipment, constructed shelters, or a corpse - maybe. His search was not bountiful or rewarding; this time.
"Captain," Spock said quietly, coming up behind him and startling him, "I believe there is someone hiding in the thicket." Spock gestured over to the left and Kirk looked over. There were some large overgrown bushes wrapped around the base of a towering tree; the perfect place for someone to hide.
Kirk raised an eyebrow and took a step toward the tangle of leaves and branches. He thought he saw something shift in the shadows but nothing else seemed to move. "Hello?" He called out, moving slowly as he talked, "I'm Captain James T. Kirk from the Starship Enterprise, we're here to hel-" Kirk was cut off when he got within a few feet of the bush. A small blur had shot out of the thicket and knocked him clean off his feet. By the time he had gotten his bearings about him whatever had knocked him over was trying to head deeper into the woods.
McCoy looked up as he heard something hit the ground in the distance, and something else rustled in the growth. He was able to pinpoint the noise in time to see a girl break through the weeds into the clearing.
"Jim!" He heard Spock call, and the girl whipped around to look behind her, giving McCoy a good look at her pointed ears.
Her hair was a tangled black mess, pulled back into a loss ponytail. The girls clothes where raged and well used, covered in patches. Light brown pants with a shawl like hoodie over green long sleeved shirt. He didn't get a good enough look but it all looked hand made by unskilled hands.
"What the hell?" McCoy said aloud, and the girl whipped around again. Her dark brown eyes were wide with fear that was unnatural for a Vulcan before they turned determined. The girl charged at him, and McCoy shifted to grab her, not one of his better ideas. He yelped as she slammed into his stomach with her shoulder, sending him sprawling to the ground as she quickly recovered and bounded away into the brush once more.
"Doctor," Uhura cried as McCoy hit the ground hard, the air left his body with a great whoosh. Kirk and Spock were not far behind as Uhura helped the older man to his feet; by this time the two security men had come running with their phasers drawn.
"Don't let her get away" Kirk called out making a run for where the girl had taken off into the dense forest. The five other crewmembers trailed behind him as the girl slipped in and out of their line of sight.
"Wait!" Kirk called out as they gained a bit of ground, "We don't want to hurt you! We're here to help!"
Uhura and McCoy where starting to fall behind the others, as Uhura boots kept getting tangled in the weeds and McCoy was still very sore from getting body tackled by a Vulcan child.
"I don't understand," Uhura gasp between breaths, "She looked so... scared."
"Yeah," McCoy replied, as he huffed in pain, "I didn't know Vulcan's could feel fear."
Ahead Spock and Kirk were quickly loosing the rest of the group, but still not gaining ground on the girl. She seemed to know the forest well and used the brush to her advantage.
As they chased her further away from the crash site the forest floor cleared, the trees becoming less dense, leaving Kirk and Spock able to run unhindered by the growth. The girl looked behind her and saw the two men gaining ground and with a chocked sob she tried to run faster but her feet became tangled in vine like weeds and she slammed into the ground. Breathing hard she desperately tried to untangle herself before the men closed in on her.
Spock was the first to her side, gently wrapping one hand around her arm to lift her to her feet, while Kirk took a moment to catch his breath. The girl quickly surprised both of them by screaming at the top of her lungs and throwing her weight about in an attempt to get away once again.
Kirk looked at Spock at total loss for words now that they got a good look at her they could see she was clearly Vulcan. Green blood tricked out of tiny scratch's on her hands from when she'd fallen.
"Please! Stop screaming! We won't hurt you!" Kirk tried to shout over the girl's screeching. "Where are the others, your parents!"
The girl refused to stop screaming, and only seemed to struggle harder against Spock's grip. For a child, she was strong and Spock had to take a moment to grapple with her. Eventually he'd taken both her wrists in his right hand with his left resting on her shoulder to nerve pinch her if it proved necessary. He really hoped it wouldn't come to that.
The girl twisted in his grasp and sank her teeth into Spock's arm just as the Security Ensigns, Doctor McCoy, and Uhura caught up to them. Spock hissed and pulled his arm back as she wrestled against him. Eventually she ended up on her bottom in the dirt, half-hanging from her wrists that Spock still held.
McCoy couldn't help but smirk as the Vulcan struggled to keep hold of the thrashing child. "Having trouble controlling a kid Mr. Spock?"
Spock looked over at him with an emotionless expression as he said, "Not nearly as much trouble as you had, Doctor."
McCoy looked shocked for a minute before he angrily mumbled, "Vulcan's."
The girl finally had to stop screaming to gasp for air, her dark eyes flicked to Spock's injured wrist where green blood dripped from his wound. Her whole body seemed to go limp and she hung there, her eyes darting across his face, pausing on his pointed ears and eyebrows.
"Mr. Spock, are you all right?" Kirk asked with concern.
"The wound is superficial, Captain," Spock assured him as he lowered the hand that was still holding the girl so he wouldn't hurt her shoulders.
Seeming satisfied by Spock's answer Kirk turned back to the young child, and asked, "Why did you run away from us?"
The girl finally tore her eyes away from Spock's face and looked at Kirk in fear. "P-please d-don't hur-hurt me." her voice broke in fear.
"Hurt you! Why would you think that?" Uhura asked the girl gently, shock laced in her tone.
The girl's lower lip trembled as she looked around the group, before fat tears started rolling down her cheeks. She started sobbing loudly like a child who was lost in the dark, and Spock slowly released her wrists.
"I just wanted to explore in the woods," She said through sobs, "Please don't punish me!"
"There is no logical reason for us to punish you," Spock answered coolly, while Uhura moved closer to comfort the girl.
Kirk kneeled down to be at the girl's eye level, smiling at her kindly. "We aren't going to hurt you, we are from Starfleet. You know what that is right?"
The girl cringed away from Kirk, like she thought she was about to get hit. "N-No," she replied, leaning away from Uhura when she got too close.
Kirk looked a bit shocked at her answer and glanced at Spock before turning to the girl again, "Where are the rest of you? Where are your parents?"
Now the girl was starting to recover from the shock of seeing Spock bleed green, she had gotten to her feet and Spock had a feeling that she was about to run off again.
"Dead, I guess," The girl answered quietly.
Spock laid a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from trying to escape.
"You guess?" McCoy asked as he looked the girl up and down for injury, "Who's been taking care of you all this time?"
The girl didn't seem comfortable with the questions or Spock's hand on her shoulder as she shrunk back a little. The panicky feeling started to return, the shock comply gone now. She shifted on her feet and tried to step away from Spock.
Spock turned toward McCoy to answer the question, when the girl seized the moment to kick him in the shins and bolt yet again.
"Damn it!" Kirk cursed as he took off after her again, the others not far behind him. Only this time they didn't catch up with her as she disappeared into a field of corn that seemed to come out of nowhere in the endless woods they had seen so far.
"A corn field," Uhura said shocked then looked off into the distance, they could see the roof of wood houses and smoke rising from some of the chimes. At the fair end of this was a large hill with a white church perched on top. "And a town? What's going on here?"