Back on the USS Enterprise, Scotty was trying to rock a wailing Julia to sleep in Dr. McCoy's room. Captain Kirk and Spock were simply gazing, wondering what they could do. All of them were back in their Starfleet uniforms. Captain Kirk had on his special green Starfleet shirt he received for being Captain.
"Have you tried feeding her, Scotty?" Captain Kirk questioned.
"Twice, Captain; she just ain't hungry," Scotty remarked.
Julia continued fussing and not ceasing her crying.
"Spock, can you do a mind meld to figure out what she wants?" Captain Kirk questioned.
"I won't be able to make out words, since Julia is still so young and has not developed the ability to speak, yet, but I will be able to see images of what's bothering her." Spock replied.
"Just do something, Spock," Captain Kirk moaned, covering his ears. The poor baby's crying was enough to drive him mad.
Spock walked towards Scotty and placed his hands carefully and gently around Julia's head, and began doing a mind meld with her.
"My mind is your mind…together, we make one whole being…we share the same emotions and feelings…" Spock said, putting him in a trance with Julia. Scotty looked at them both, wondering what Spock was seeing. After about four minutes, Spock opened his eyes and released himself from Julia, who was still squalling and screaming. She sounded more angry than sad, by the tone of her crying.
"She wants her father, Captain," Spock replied.
"You heard Bones, though, Spock; he wants to stay here on Clover VII." Captain Kirk answered.
"And you said so yourself that Dr. McCoy has not been acting like himself since running into Kaylah, correct?"
"Yes, Spock,"
Spock walked over to Dr. McCoy's computer. Captain Kirk and Scotty followed behind him.
"Yah, little lass, I know," Scotty cooed at Julia. Julia continued screeching and crying.
"When we left the planet's surface, Captain, I began doing a background check on Miss Kaylah on Clover VII. She appears to not be originally from that planet." Spock began.
"Where's she from then, Spock?" Captain Kirk questioned.
"A planet known as Zeon IX in the Selenium Galaxy." Spock spoke.
"Zeon IX…Captain…that galaxy's about sixty light years away from here, though!" Scotty gasped.
"It's also home to many different types of hypnotic civilians; some which use their powers for evil instead of good." Captain Kirk added.
"Correct, Captain; considering the actions I've seen happen while down there, I believe Miss Kaylah would not be one of the hypnotic people that use their abilities for the common good of society." Spock answered.
"Captain, if she's lying about where she's from, she certainly must be lying about her real name, as well." Scotty commented.
"Good point, Scotty; Spock," Captain Kirk replied.
"Her real name is Azayla," Spock replied.
"Azayla," Scotty spoke.
"It means 'Horror' or 'Dark Angel' on Zeon IX." Captain Kirk spoke, softly.
"Correct, Captain," Spock answered.
As Captain Kirk and Scotty were about to say another word, Dr. McCoy's computer beeped, meaning someone was trying to contact Dr. McCoy or another Starfleet official.
"Spock, here," Spock commented.
"Mr. Spock, it's Admiral Teddy Rosenthal from San Francisco, CA. How are you, out there?" Admiral Rosenthal questioned, friendly.
"Fine, Admiral; what brings this call in place?" Spock questioned.
"Well, we're receiving a Category 1 distress call from the planet Clover VII, where your ship is currently in orbit."
"From whom,"
"I don't know, Mr. Spock, but this is what we're receiving."
Another scene came on, and it was sunset in Clover VII in the town of where Captain Kirk, Spock, and Scotty had stayed at for the past four days. They saw people gathering around a small platform that looked like something from the late 1800s' used to hang people for crimes. It was common back then, when people suspected witchcraft of another civilian. They saw a black figure struggling from where the rope came down that hung around people to snap their neck.
"Wait, Admiral…zoom in on that person in the execution platform.
The picture zoomed in, and all of them gasped, when they saw who it was. Mouth wrapped with a white cloth to muffle screaming, hands tied behind his back and feet tied together with more white cloths, and a black, leather strip wrapped around his neck, was Dr. McCoy!
