Chapter 3
Malaya shifted on her bed.
"My family is one that is stuck in traditional views. They are farmers and the boys went to school while the girls stayed home and learned how to take care of the home. I am the youngest of 5 girls and 6 boys. My father ran the farm as well as the agriculture seat in the capitol. He was a very domineering person and wasn't afraid to show it."
"Your father was abusive?"
"Only when we deserved it." Mr. Spock raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Spock, with 11 children, I believe it was the only way he knew how to keep peace in his house.
"Anyway, when I was finally old enough to leave home, I was convinced that I could do anything, but I was wrong and in the intrest of keeping this story as short as possible, I ended up as a street walker and an exotic dancer. While I was dancing, an officer from the space program asked if I wanted to join. They had a special program for-uh-underprivileged persons. So I agreed."
"At what cost though?" he interrupted again." Being an exotic dancer, I don't think he was there on a charity mission."
"Ok, so he got a dance and I noticed his uniform. I asked and he gave me the information for a free dance. It was a fair trade.
"Later that year I was accepted and began my training. As to how I was accepted on to Enterprise, well, that has to do more with my previous occupation."
"Being and exotic dancer."
"A prostitute." She corrected. He nodded and waited for her to continue. She stared at a spot on the wall, lost in thought. After a moment she shook her head ans apologized. "It is not a pleasant story to hear." she whispered.
"If you do not wish to tell it, than don't." Mr. Spock leaned forward and placed his hands on his knees. "I believe I will end this until some other time. Computer: end and save recording."
"Recording saved." the computer replied. They sat looking at each other for a while.
"Would you care for anything to drink?" Malaya asked quietly.
"No, thank you. I must return to my quarters."
"Alright. Rest well, Commander." she said as he rose and headed to the door.
"Rest well." he replied and walked into the corridor. The door silently closed, leaving Malaya in a thick silence. She sighed and tried to fall asleep.
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Dr. McCoy, Captain Kirk, Commander Spock and Ensign Bennett, from security, were down on an away mission. Malaya didn't understand why the Captain went of these missions, it was dangerous. That is why he has people specially trained for these missions, but his personal record says that he is a very hands-on person and can't stand to sit while other people do all the work.
She sighed and stood from Dr. McCoy's desk. It was a very quiet day. Only one person came in, for a dislocated shoulder. She had been working out and fell the wrong way. Though Malaya fixed her quickly, she wished someone would come in and talk to her. She began to take inventory on the medical supplies when Nurse Chapel ran in.
"The Captain and Spock are hurt. They are on their was back. Its bad." she gasped and began to get things ready for their arrival.
"What about Dr. McCoy and Ensign Bennett?" Malaya asked grabbing her arm as she ran past.
"I…I don't know. I left as soon as I heard about Spock…and the Captain." She looked off at the was for a split second, than started gathering supplies again. Malaya shook her head and made her way to the transporter room.
When she arrived, the away team was just started to appear. She set down her first-aid kit and waited. They glittered into view, Spock was holding the Captain up and McCoy was carrying the limp body of Ensign Bennett.
"Malaya, go look at Jim, he's hurt bad and keep Spock talking, he got hit and I think he's going into shock. Spock, sit your Vulcan ass down before I make you!" Dr. McCoy ordered. Spock sat after placing Jim on the ground, gently.
"Commander, what happened?" She ran her tri-corder over Jim's body than over Spock's.
"We were trying to talk to the natives of this planet when Ensign Bennett misspoke. The natives thought he called them worthless to the Federation, the word is very similar to what he meant to say. They shot Bennett in the head and fired openly at the rest of us." He stated matter-of-factly.
"Were you hit?" She already knew that he had, but wondered if he knew.
"I believe I was, but I was more concerned for the Captain and the doctor." He paused and felt his abdomen, when he pulled his hand away, it was covered in green blood. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Malaya was facing the Captain when Spock stopped talking. She turned around and saw Spock leaning against the wall.
"Dr. McCoy, I need your help, Commander Spock has passed out and the Captain is critical. Please, help me." The last sentence came out in a strangled whisper. She had to make a choice that could end in a death of a senior officer, she wasn't ready for that kind of decision. Luckily, Dr. McCoy had taken care of Ensign Bennett and fix the worst of his own bleeding wounds.
"Get some stretchers, we need to get these men to sick bay, now!" he yelled at the people gathered at he door. He leaned over Sock's body and pulled his eyelids up to check for pupil constriction. "Spock has gone into shock from blood loss. You did well is keeping him talking as long as you did. How is Jim?"
"He has a few through-and-through wounds, 3 broken ribs and a punctured lung." she paused as she placed her hand of his forehead. "And a concussion." she ripped open his shirt and gently touched one of his wounds. It was centimeters from his heart. The stretchers arrived, Jim and Spock were rushed in to surgery.
A/N: Sorry about not writing anything last time and for any mistakes, I forgot to edit it before I posted. An honest mistake for a beginner, I think. Well I hope you enjoyed this installment and please comment. I would love to hear what you think about the story.
