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Captain's Log: Stardate- 2342.7;
The Enterprise has been given the task of checking on the colonized planet Vítron in the Omega star system. A simple routine checkup if it weren't for the fact that our patients are, in fact, Vulcan. And though Spock would dismiss me in an instant, I can tell that my half-Vulcan first officer is feeling some excitement in knowing he will soon be reunited with people of his own kind.
"Captain," a sharp voice pierced Jim Kirk's room as he finished his transmission.
"Kirk here, what is it Sulu?"
"Captain, we're now entering orbit around Vítron." the bright-eyed man said from behind the controls.
"Alright, I'll be up in just a moment." Kirk clicked Sulu off of his computer screen and jumped out of his chair, pulling down his golden Captain's shirt as he walked briskly out of his quarters. He walked down the halls of his starship with pride, loving her more than he could any woman. His ship was his life. As soon as Kirk stepped off of the elevator onto the bridge, he made his was over to Spock; instinctively, like it came almost naturally.
"Anything to report, Spock?" he asked like so many times before.
"Captain, there seems to be some sort of internal disturbance within the planets core." Spock turned to face Jim with his ever-present look of curiosity, his slanted eyebrows forever burrowed next to each other.
"Could it possibly be dangerous for us, or the inhabitants?" Jim asked slowly.
"Well, that's the other thing- Jim, there's no one on the planet." Jim looked at Spock as though he had been slapped.
"There's no one on the planet?" he repeated, his mind whizzing. "Vítron was colonized by the Vulcans only a few years ago, how could the place be empty?"
"Well Captain, there seems to be only one life force coming from the-" Spock's explanation was lost when the ship suddenly jerked and bucked, throwing everyone on board around like rag dolls. The moment the shaking subsided, everyone raced back to their posts, with the exception of Jim, who raced back to Spock.
"Spock what the devil was that." he asked, breathless and aggravated. The unnerved first officer turned to his scanners for but a moment when he had all the information he needed.
"Captain, what we just felt were very powerful seismic waves caused by a very large, underground volcano located within the core of the planet. It also seems to be the disturbance I picked up earlier. The volcano will erupt shortly, destroying all of Vítron with it." The words seemed so cool and collected coming from the unemotional Spock that for a moment Jim didn't believe him.
"How long do we have?" Jim asked quietly.
"Minutes, Captain."
"Spock, you said there was someone on that planet. Where?" Before Spock could reply, he was interrupted by Uhura, the communication officer.
"Captain," she cried, "we have a distress signal coming from the planet, and a message."
"Speakers, now." From the speakers located in the Captain's chair came a short and simple message: 'Please, starship, save me...' Static buzzed where the message ended. Jim turned to Spock while the red alert flashed in the background.
"Spock, lock on those coordinates and sent them to the transporter room- now!" Spock's fingers flew as he found the precise mark.
"Sent, Captain." Jim raced back to his chair, and barked into his speaker, "Scotty, get that person on board!"
"Aye-aye, Captain, we're bringing 'em in!" the Scottish bred man yelled back.
"Sulu," Kirk said, determined, setting himself calmly in his chair, "prepare to leave orbit at maximum warp."
"Aye-aye, Captain." Sulu replied, flexing his fingers over the helm. Kirk clicked a button on his chair, opening the communication between himself and Scotty.
"Scotty have you got them yet?" Kirk asked, worry creeping in his voice.
"We're pulling them in. Something is affecting our system.." Scotty's strained voice drifted off into silence until he shouted: "Got 'em, got 'em, Captain!"
"Sulu, pull out now!" Kirk shouted, and without hesitation, Sulu shot the Enterprise away from the doomed planet at the same time the red hot magma erupted from within Vítron's core, leaving the planet nothing more than piles of rock and dust. Everyone on the bridge sighed a unison breath of relief, all those except for Mr. Spock, who sat staring at the screen with a feeling only known as sadness. And although many times he refused his human half, Spock could not control the feelings of despair he felt deep within him for the fellow Vulcans that had been lost. His silent mourning was cut short by the sound of Kirk's voice:
"Scotty, are they alright?"
"Captain," Scotty began slowly, confusion merged in his voice, "I think you'd better get down here." Kirk but glanced at Spock and the both of them were in the elevator on their way to the transporter room. It was like a blur until they entered the transporter room, where shock stopped them short. There, standing weakly on the transporter, was a girl, no more than fourteen years old. She steeped feebly down the steps, looked at Kirk, and bowed her head, her long, Vulcan ears easily noticeable. She raised her head and whispered, "Thank you, Captain." Kirk walked slowly towards her, while Spock stayed behind, studying her, as though she were vaguely familiar. She looked over at Spock, and her young face twisted into one of confusion and pain.
"Spock?" she whispered. Spock looked at her, and it finally registered in his mind of who she was. The always-in-control-of-his-emotions half-Vulcan looked at her in shock and bewilderment.
"Sòra?" he breathed. She cried out in pain, and passed out on the floor, the agony and exhaustion of the ordeal finally setting in. Before anyone could move, Spock bolted past Kirk and cradled the young Vulcan in his arms. Kirk and Scotty looked at each other in confusion; they were not expecting such an emotional outburst from such an unemotional man. They could hear Spock whispering to her, pleading for her to wake up; to be okay. Spock turned sharply to Kirk, and shouted, "We need McCoy, now!" His face was contorted into fright and desperation.
"Spock, we'll take her there now. Pick her up, come on." He patted Spock on the back as he gently picked up the girl, who seemed smaller than she did before. Spock darted out of the room with the girl in his arms, heading for McCoy as Kirk and Scotty looked at each other, confused beyond imagine. The two men followed Spock closely as he marched to sick bay. The trio barged in on a surprised McCoy and Nurse Chapel.
"Well who the devil is this Vulcan?" McCoy asked as Spock gently laid the girl on a bed.
"This Vulcan," Spock began with clenched teeth, "is your new patient." McCoy looked at Spock with question in his eyes, then at Jim, but turned back to the young girl and began inspecting her. Kirk came up behind Spock and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Spock," he said slowly, "is she family?" Spock took a deep breath as he re-hid his emotions from the surrounding people.
"Yes, yes you could say that." Spock whispered. He looked back at the girl; Sòra, and watched her carefully.
"What do you mean?" Jim asked.
"She is," Spock stopped as he looked back at his captain; his friend; "she is my daughter."