Crassula was a class M planet in the Tropeulary system. On approach of the planet, through the views screen the surface looked vaguely similar to earth, but there was about thirty percent less water, and the flora was much darker green. The planet was a rich source for medicinal plant life.

Their mission was to establish a trading contract between Crassula; with all of their useful plant life, and Star Fleet, who was always looking for new specimens and substances.

The landing party consisted of Kirk, Spock, Scotty and McCoy. The beamed down near the city capital Dahlia; in a meadow so lush with dark green plants and native wildflowers the landing party could hardly move without stepping on some intricate looking local flora. Where they were met by two city council head Borgones, Clant and Berk.

Delegations hardly ever went well for the crew of the enterprise. But, here on Crassula Kirk, Spock, McCoy and Scotty had managed to charm the pants off of the inhabitants. The Borgones, a race whom were never too hard to deal with, known to be a kind species, were tall and green, looking like giant lengthy plants with very long bird like faces and dark eyes that looked like smooth river rocks. They were negotiating terms one local flora, which had great medicinal qualities. McCoy had heard from M'Benga that every doctor in the Federation wanted to get a hold of some of the plant life there on Crassula. Rumor was, there was even a plant there that could heal Rigelian fever and other diseases like it. McCoy and Scotty sat bored to tears during most of the discussion. But towards the end though the Borgones seemed to be so charmed that they practically jumped out their seats with joy when Kirk invited the Borgones for a tour of the Enterprise ending with a dinner in the captains quarters.

"Kirk to Transporter room"

"Riley here, Captain"

"6 to beam up"

A moment later the four along with the two Borgones materialized onto the beaming platform.

Stepping off first was the leader of the Borgones, Clant, who produced a large white decorative bottle with a thin brown leather strap of Crassulian ale from his long cloak. Berk just followed Clant, keeping its dark eyes trained on the colorfully clad first officers. McCoy and Scotty exchanged a smirk at each other while they followed the party around; Kirk explaining every function of the ship.

"You have a very impressive vessel, Captain. Perhaps we could toast to our newly agreed terms!" Clant exclaimed happily as it patted the bottle of ale

They came to a briefing room where Clant decided to pop open the ale, so Spock set out 6 glasses. But just as the last glass was clunked down on the table, the second in command Borgone got an urgent call beckoning them back down to the planets' surface.

"Anything we can assist with, your honor?" Kirk inquired

"Thank you but no, I'm afraid this is a matter we must see to ourselves" and with that they were escorted back to the transporter room by McCoy and Scotty, and were promptly beamed back down to their planets' surface.

McCoy and Scotty practically raced back to the briefing room. Scotty managed to shove his way past Spock and sneak an entire glass to himself, pouring it down his throat before Jim could even lift his to his mouth. Scotty let out a hiss of air and a whistle "Ey' laddie, that's some strong stuff!"

"Thirsty Mister Scott?" Jim quipped as the comm buzzed, putting his drink back down on the table, sloshing a bit out of the glass. What no one saw, was the odd, almost acid burn of the spill that the liquid left after about ten minutes.

"Uhura here Captian, you and Mister Spock's are needed on the bridge, all landing party back to their areas" while Jim and Spock were distracted, McCoy grunted and he too took a large sip before slamming the glass back down empty and huffily stamping back to sickbay.

Kirk also sighed as he and Spock turned to the nearest turbo lift "duty calls, huh Spock?"

"Indeed Capitan"

Kirk looked back mournfully at the unfinished bottle of ale before the doors shut to the turbolift. Sighing again as he stepped onto the bridge.

"Mister Chekhov, what's our status?" Spock asked as strode over to his post

"Ve are at Heading .34 'eadig towards Veta 4, vwarp 6 sir"

"Right on course Captain"

The bridge was running as smoothly as ever.

"We will be arriving at {Planet name?} to witness the solar flares in exactly three point seven hours captain" Spock announced

"Thank you, Mister Spock"

Kirk crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, "Next time" Kirk said to himself thinking again of the brandy.