Kirk was dead. He didn't stand a chance against this horrible monster. He was desperate. He was doomed.

He was dead.

He was running faster than he had ever run before. He ran though his beloved Enterprise trying his hardest to get away from the monster, knowing there was absolutely no way to stop it. No place to hide. No speed he could run at.

And his friends, his loyal crew, were smart enough to get out of his way. Coming when they heard him screaming, and then paling and returning to their posts, hoping the monster would not notice them. Even Spock, the ever loyal Vulcan hid from the monster. And because of this Kirk knew he was dead.

The monster cornered him eventually, in the single dead end on the circular ship. And Kirk, accepting his fate, turned slowly and faced the monster, his face set but his shoulders shaking. And the monster roared, "Dammit Jim! Why did you have to turn my teeth PURPLE?!"