Life on the Enterprise had been rather dull recently. No one had been injured, galactic order had been maintained, and the most exciting mission anyone had been on recently had been to study a supposed new species that had evolved on a planet, that had ended up being a misidentified microbe. Nothing was at all exciting about that mission other than the fact that a few people had to leave the ship.

The other missions had been to perform long-range scans on several newly-discovered planets, track a comet's progress, and carry a shuttle to a nearby starbase.

Boredom was rampant, and some people were beginning to consider talking to a psychiatrist due to what they thought was insanity.

A few members of the crew had begun to write on a collaboration site that an anonymous computer scientist onboard had set up, and other members sent back death threats because they hated what the other members had written about their crew-members, or themselves. This led to blog wars, which then led to chess matches in the recreation room, which led to wrestling, which led to all-out brawls in the corridors.

Eventually, Spock began to notice the number of crew-members arriving in his labs and on the bridge that had black eyes, bruises, and looked generally unwell. He began to monitor his collaboration site, and saw the threats, the challenges, and the remarks made about much of the crew. He raised an eyebrow and began to mentally compose the speech he would give over the ship's intercom. In several seconds, he was finished. He pressed the com button on his wall.

"Attention all crew: I have been monitoring posts to the ship's collaboration site, and have noticed many rather unsavory remarks made about much of the crew. I have also noticed challenges posted on many user-pages, as well as the results of these challenges, namely injuries sustained by my colleagues. These activities must discontinue. I order all crew-members to cease posting malicious material on the site, and to stop challenging others to duels that may lead to injury en masse. Effective immediately. Spock out."

Bzzt Bzzt

Spock pressed his comm button once again.

"Spock here."

McCoy answered.

"Spock, have you really been reading that stuff?"

"Affirmative."

Spock walked around his quarters, tidying up a little.

"I just wondered, erm, you do know that none of it can be taken, uh, seriously, right?"

"How else would I 'take' something?"

"Uh, I mean to say that some remarks about demanding science officers and green-blooded hobgoblins aboard the ship can be disregarded."

"Doctor, I already knew that you had posted those remarks."

"Whu- how did you- you green-blooded-"

"Doctor, please refrain from redundancy"

The doctor flushed in anger but kept his mouth shut.

"Spock out."

Soon, another comm was received. This time, however, Kirk responded.

"Spock here."

"Kirk here. Spock, I understand that you felt the need to discourage such behavior but please refrain from rebuking the entire crew over the intercom in the future."

Spock raised an eyebrow.

"Acknowledged, I will attempt to do so."

Spock assumed that the captain felt that giving out orders like he just had were more of a captain's responsibility than a first officer's. He also assumed that a captain had to maintain his appearances in order to command effectively.