Chapter 4
The Romulans put up a fight, but with only six of them they were easily overtaken.
Kirk hadn't gone along to retrieve the new prisoners because he would probably go back to, as Spock called it, 'heroics and physical attacks'. Instead he was in the sickbay, sitting quietly next to a sleeping Kamira as he watched the surrounding chaos, surprised it never woke her up from her deep slumber.
Cupcake was getting some cuts on his face patched up, and his two buddies were being checked over by nurses. Milena was splinting a broken finger, and McCoy was at the biobed next to Kirk, fixing a broken arm.
"Damn machine!" McCoy grumbled as he shook the plastercod that refused to work. James looked away from checking Kamira's bruises to see what was wrong. Before he could say anything Milena was next to McCoy, taking the plastercod from him.
"You don't just shake her around, Leon. Katie just needs a little tender loving care in the right place," Milena said as she pressed a few of the buttons and then hit the bottom with the heel of her hand.
It beeped and then the light on top turned green. McCoy raised an eyebrow at her.
He wasn't surprised about her calling him Leon. She'd started that a week ago, and truthfully the doctor didn't hate the nickname...
"Katie?" he asked. Milena gave a smile as she tightened her ponytail and rested a hand on her hips.
"Yes, I name some of the medical tools. Deal with it," she said, and then walked off to check on Cupcake.
"Didn't say I had a problem with it," McCoy mumbled to himself as he scanned 'Katie' over the officer's arm and turned it off when the bandages started to bubble and set.
In fact, McCoy didn't have a problem with Milena at all.
People usually acted shy around him. Only Milena pushed him and he didn't mind; it was refreshing for someone to talk back to him. Usually people would gawk at his boldness or just say nothing and go along their work quietly, but never Milena. She talked back, called him names, and generally was the only other doctor or nurse that knew him.
And she was the only doctor that he knew, too.
"You got it bad, Bones," Kirk interrupted his thoughts. The doctor turned on his friend, and nodded towards the Captain's damsel.
"Look who's talkin', buddy," he said.
"Shut up, Doc, and get back to work," the Captain mumbled as he stood up, and without looking back at Kamira left the bay.
James was in the turbolift when his communicator beeped.
"Kirk here."
"Captain, it's Scotty. The Warp Pylons are back on full power, we're ready to go."
"Ah, that sounds great Scotty. I gotta talk to the Federation to know what to do with the bastard prisoners, I'll let you know when we need you."
"Sounds good, Captain."
"Kirk out," he said, and then pocketed the communicator as the doors slid open to the Bridge and he walked towards his chair.
"We've gotten through to Admiral Pike," Nyota said, and Kirk gave her the nod and soon Admiral Pike was on the screen.
Kirk described the situation while keeping a straight face and trying to mirror Spock's finesse in keeping emotion out of his voice and posture.
"It seems this is just a simple kidnap and sexual harassment case. Judging by your location you can warp to Interment Camp 137. Have either you or Spock fill out the necessary regulatory pages for a report, and I'll make sure the Interment Camp has some cells for your prisoners."
"Understood Admiral, Kirk out."
He ordered Chekov to get on their way, and he stood up but Spock was already there, holding out a fist.
"Best two out of three?" the Captain asked.
"Yes," Spock answered.
With palms out, they pounded their fists in the air twice, and then Spock showed a flat palm as Kirk held to fingers out, spread apart.
"Ha!" Kirk said victoriously.
"You forget that we are performing the best two out of three trials."
Kirk's smile disappeared, and they played again, but Spock held out a fist and Kirk a flat palm.
"Sorry buddy," James said as he slapped Spock's shoulder. He just scowled.
"As I said, this is a peculiar game with no planned chance... somewhat odd, I must say, however entertaining."
"But you agreed to it. You better rush through 'em, dinner's in 30 minutes."