Hi everybody! This is my first ever attempt at fanfiction, so... i'll take any critiques ya got. Just to let you know, I'm not sure how often this will be updating. I'll try for twice a week, but it might be more, might be less. Exams are coming up. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :)

Jim stepped onto the bridge, walking up to where Spock was sitting in the captain's chair. Once seeing him, Spock rose from the chair and met him at the base of the stairs.

"Captain," he said, "Admiral Marcus is awaiting your hail. He wishes to discuss the mission with you."

"Alright. Uhura, can you get him on the line?"

"Already on it, sir," Uhura replied with a swish of her ponytail.

Jim sat down in his favorite chair and only had to wait a few moments before Admiral Marcus' face appeared on screen. "Admiral," he greeted.

"Captain Kirk," Marcus replied with a nod. "As your first may have informed you, we've got a new mission for you."

"Yes sir. He just told me."

"We know you're in the Lega system, delivering meds."

"That's right, sir."

"Have you heard of a planet M-342? It's more commonly referred to as Georgianna."

Jim looked back at Spock, who informed him, "Georgianna is a planet close to our location. We are scheduled to deliver them medications for the virus two days from now."

"Well," Marcus said, shifting in his seat, "We need you to skip up to them. There's quite a problem going on down there. To put it shortly, a man named Fathigh Kabul has waged a revolution. He's taken the capital city as a hostage, and claims that he'll blow up everyone in it if he doesn't get what he needs."

"And what's that?" Kirk asked.

"He wants full control of the planet with our assistance, entrance to the federation, and the export of all dilithium crystals to be redirected to Georgianna."

"That's all?" Jim muttered sarcastically. Marcus continued talking.

"You're the closest, and frankly the most well suited to deal with this. All we need you to do at the moment is arrange to speak with Kabul. Get him to talk about his plans, learn the extent of his power, and then report back to us. We'll tell you where to take it from there."

"Yes, sir."

"Kirk," Marcus said, and Jim looked back up at him. "Georgianna has a history of violence, and of dealings with the Romulans. We don't want them a part of the federation if we can help it." Jim nodded, and Marcus looked to the side before the transmission was cut.

"Spock?" Jim called out.

"Yes, sir."

"How far are we from Georgianna?"

"25.3 hours away travelling at Warp 3."

"Great. Bones – "

"He's gone downstairs, sir," Uhura informed him. "There was an accident on Deck 6 – one of the engineers punctured a lung, and they needed his assistance in surgery."

Jim nodded, and pulled out a PADD. He'd need to read up on Georgianna before he said anything more.

Three hours later, and Jim had gone through everything he could think of in regards to Georgianna and to the resistance leader Kabul. There hadn't been much, but it would have to do. He stood and handed control back to Spock. His head felt like it was about to explode again, and he was constantly bringing his fingers up to the bridge of his nose, willing his brain to take a chill pill already. He walked down to the mess hall and looked around for Bones, spotting him at their usual table in the far corner. Bringing over a tray of replicated beef stew and cherry pie, he sat across from his friend.

"'Bout time you showed up," Bones said through the sandwich in his mouth. He looked down at Jim's plate and raised an eyebrow before flicking a carrot over from his tray to Jim's. "Nice food combo," he commented before taking another bite.

"You know it," he responded. "It's all about sensory mapping."

Bones rolled his eyes. "So what did Marcus want? I had to leave before he actually said anything."

"Oh, yeah. There's this planet, Georgianna, and we're supposed to go down and stop a revolution from destroying their capital city."

Bones grunted. "That doesn't sound too hard."

"All in a day's work, Bones." They ate for a while, discussing Georgianna. Then Jim put his spoon down and pinched his nose again as a tray clattered at the other end of the room.

Bones looked across the table at him in concern. "Are you okay?"

Jim gritted his teeth. "I think the meds you gave me wore off."

The older man frowned in surprise. "How did you – you know what, never mind. I don't really care." He sighed. "Do you need more?"

Jim breathed out in a steady hiss through his teeth, fighting against the torment in his skull as the mess hall's volume only seemed to increase. It took all his willpower to nod. He didn't want Bones to know how bad it was, but he was never going to be able to do anything like this.

Bones looked ruefully at his own half-finished plate before picking up Jim's and leading him back to his quarters.

When they arrived, Jim sat heavily on the bed, closing his eyes and hearing Bones put down the tray on his desk.

"Okay, here you go. I'm giving you a sedative too. No – don't complain. I know you haven't been sleeping enough. We've got a day, and you should be rested for this revolution thing."

Jim could hardly protest. He kicked off his shoes and lay calmly on the bed as the lights were turned low. He felt a prick at his neck, and drifted off.