Chapter 1: Dizziness.
Captain James T Kirk strolled down corridor after corridor, making his way from the Bridge to Engineering, all to pay an educational and professional visit to the Chief Engineer, Scotty. Or that was what Jim told First Commander Spock, who in response, nodded his acknowledgement of the Captains intentions, before taking his place on the Captain's chair.
Jim's true intentions were to break out a new bottle of Scotch with the Scottish Engineer, in celebration of the Enterprise setting off after the Altamid... mission? You could call it more of a chain of confusing and very irritating events. This wasn't Jim's first rodeo, dealing with deranged enemies who wanted revenge on Starfleet, or the Enterprise herself, something Scotty ranted about many a time.
"The Enterprise is a lady who deserves nae less that the greatest amount of respect, Captain." Scotty would repeat.
Jim smirked before entering the engine room, inhabited only by Scotty, who obviously kicked out the engineers whom he worked alongside, or rather ordered around while complaining that they couldn't accomplish a single task.
"Well look who's finally graced me with his presence." Scotty said, finally popping the lid of the bottle, the moment Jim sat down opposite him.
"Imagine explaining this one to Spock." Jim said, raising his eyebrow.
"Imagine explaining this one to McCoy." Scotty grinned as he poured into two medium sized glasses.
"He'd hypo me into next week." Jim said, a smile tugging at his lips at the thought of Bones' reaction to his shirking off his duties for alcohol.
"Best not let him know, eh Laddie?" Scotty replied.
"You're the boss, Scotty." Jim said, raising his glass.
"No, you're the boss." Scotty retorted, tapping his own glass against Jim's with a resounding ting.
"To the Enterprise." Jim said.
"The our fair lady." Scotty said, before they both downed their glasses.
Suddenly, Jim's communicator sent Spock's voice bouncing off the machinery in echoes, to which Jim groaned and pulled it out of his pocket, snapping it open to reply.
"Kirk here." Jim replied.
"Captain, we seem to have picked up a strange anomaly, which is interfering with our transmissions." Spock replied.
"Engines are working fine, at least." Scotty said, loud enough for Spock to hear him.
"Be right there, Mr Spock. Kirk out." Jim replied before ending the call.
"Guess I'll come see what all the fuss is." Scotty said, getting up at the same time as Jim.
"Probably a lightning storm in space." Jim said. They barely got to the exit before both were overcome by a sea of dizziness, sending both tumbling to the ground. Jim could see Scotty pass out just seconds before all he saw was darkness.
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"Mr Chekov, did you drive us into a lightning storm in space?" Chekov grumbled to himself as he wandered through the corridors. "I vill haff you know, Mr Spock, I am ze best Nawigator zis Enterprise has ewer seen."
Amused looks were sent his way, for many of the crew thought he was going through his phase, still. it would not matter how old he grew on this ship- he was still always going to be the baby prodigy.
"Mr Chekov zinks you undereztimate my ability to awoid any and all lightning storms." Chekov continued to grumble. He finally met his destination, his quartres, where he finished his shift, along with Sulu. The latter heading off in his own direction, towards Medbay.
Chekov headed straight to his wardrobe, where he pulled off his current golden uniform, and pulled on a fresh one- his old uniform had the unfortunate experience of having a new ensign spill coffee on his sleeve. As a member of the Alpha team on the Bridge, presentation was a must have. That meant wearing a second uniform in one day.
"I am not a foolish kid, Mr Spock. As much as you might zink so." Chekov grumbled as he looked in a body length mirror, trying to tame his unruly curly hair. He suddenly inhaled sharply, and forced himself to use the wall as an anchor of support as a wave of dizziness took over, sending him tumbling to the ground, unconscious.
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"I'm telling you, Doctor, Spock's totally going to send Chekov to an early grave. He might have validated Chekov's theory when we were chasing Nero, but after all that, it's like Spock is wary of Chekov's capabilities, all for his age!" Sulu ranted, to the bored but listening ears of Doctor McCoy. After splitting up from Chekov, Sulu headed to McCoy for a check up on an illness he contracted a week prior. The two were alone, unfortunately for McCoy.
Since then, Sulu hadn't stopped rambling about the anomaly in their plotted course, set by Chekov and followed through by Sulu.
"Lightning storm, huh? That the kind of thing Chekov would lead us into?" McCoy asked, bored.
"No! Of course not!" Sulu replied, on the defensive.
"And now the kid's in a bad mood. Geez, what must that be like for him?" McCoy asked, having always seen the bright side of Chekov.
"Don't ask me that question, he starts grumbling and he is bound to do something inconvenient for the rest of us." Sulu groaned.
"You're not displaying any signs of infection... heart beat is normal... I think you're good to go." McCoy announced.
"Thanks, Doctor." Sulu said, lifting himself off the biobed. The ground began to shake around them, and they found themselves gripping onto each other to stop each other falling over. Such a notion didn't go to plan when a bout of dizziness washed over them, and they tumbled to the ground, unconscious.
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