"No need to abort,"
The countdown starts
The turbolift swished open to allow Commander Spock onto the bridge. He surveyed the scene quickly and headed to his station behind the Captain.
He activated his computer terminal and checked the status of the Enterprise. All was functioning properly.
Internally he sighed. There was nothing in his nature that made him want to co-operate with inter-planetary terrorists, especially after the Romulan incident on Vulcan, where his mother, his innocent mother, had been needlessly murdered in the pursuit of revenge against Spock himself.
Spock wouldn't let his extreme distaste for terrorists show on the outside but he was sure there had been some external expression of his feelings for this mission when he had been informed he was to head the away team to Camarshia VI.
One thing was certain this time: he would not let anyone die needlessly. He had vowed to himself that he would take the fall and die for his fellow officers to prevent a similar outcome to the Romulan incident.
He had nearly lost his nerve when Lieutenant Uhura had been assigned to the away team. He had taken the admiral in charge of the assignment aside after words to negotiate. There had been no way he would have let Nyota Uhura take the chance of going on such a dangerous mission.
He managed to get her replaced with Ensign Chekov. The argument that had won the negotiations was that Uhura was a linguist and Chekov was a navigator. There would be more need for a navigator if a hasty retreat was needed from the planet. And, on the side, Camarshians were well versed in English, and no linguist would be needed.
Needless to say Lieutenant Uhura had been infuriated when informed that she would not be accompanying the away mission. Her rage was not quelled when she was told that Spock had been the one to request her removal from the mission. The agreement that followed had been heated.
She seemed to Spock to be completely oblivious to the reasons behind his requests. He told her that he didn't want her to be put in needless danger to which she argued that it was no good for either of them if she stayed behind while he went. She expressed the silly human desire to die if he did. He tried to express the illogical nature of her thought but it was to no avail. She was still angry when the conversation had ended, and he held his ground saying that he would rather she be safe.
He remembered her softened and understanding expression when he had brought up losing his mother. She had looked at the ground and apologized profusely for arguing now that she understood his position. She said it was sweet that he cared so much, even though moments before she had been angry about the extent of his protective affection.
"Ensign, our course has been locked in?" Spock approached the young Russian Ensign. Pavel Chekov responded by looked up at Spock with the most shocking look of frightened unease the Commander had ever seen upon the fair young face.
"Yes, C'mmander." Chekov responded with an equally frightened tone.
Spock noted, taken off guard by the normally cheerful and light hearted Ensign having become so… sullen. He nodded nonetheless. "Good work, Ensign." He chose to add: "The mission has an 87.94% chance of working. Being worried is illogical with the odds being so far in our favour."
The Ensign attempted a smile at the Vulcan's attempt at comforting him. "Sank you, C'mmander, but odds vill not ease my worries."
The men looked at each other for another moment before Spock returned to his station and Chekov turned back to his.