So yeah, another short kind of update. But new things are coming next chapter! he he he... Enjoy!


"Chekov, have you received any transmissions from the landing party recently?" Spock asked, turning towards the ensign.

"No, sir." Chekov shook his head. "I've been working on that. Their transmissions have been out for several minutes now. I assumed it at first to be a technical glitch on our side, but after reviewing the data I think it's their communicators that are the problem."

"What do you believe is the cause?"

"Well, my first guess would be some kind of inclement weather on the planet, but there is none where they are, so that means they're either deep underground or… their communicators have been destroyed," he finished hesitantly.

Terrible possibilities flashed through Spock's mind, but he pushed them away. "Can you confirm either of those theories?"

"… Yes sir. Based on the location they were at just before the communicators went offline, it would be impossible for them to descend as far as they would need to in less than a second." He paused. "It must be the communicators."

"Very well," Spock replied stiffly before turning to the communication's officer subbing in for Nyota. "Officer Johannes, contact Kabul."

That moment, Kabul himself appeared onscreen.

"Sir, that wasn't me," Johannes warned.

"Noted."

"Commander Spock," greeted Kabul.

"Fathigh Kabul," Spock replied coldly. "Where is the captain?"

Kabul looked to the side before turning back to him. "Oh, Kirk and I had a lovely chat."

"Why did you destroy their communicators?"

"You know about that?" Kabul asked. "Huh. Well, when I say chat…"

Spock had to hold back a growl. "What have you done?"

"Let's just say that the captain is unable to speak with you at the moment, as he is unable to speak."

It was all Spock could do to keep from yelling at the man. "You must know that this action has permanently barred you from entering the federation. Neither will we deliver the vaccine for your city or the delithium with you had previously asked for. Now I order you to return the entirety of the landing party or will be forced to take violent action against you."

Kabul nodded. "Well put, Mr. Spock." He suddenly looked to his left and gave a small smile. "I guess I was wrong. He does care." Nodding, he added, "Here is your captain for you."

The bridge crew watched as Kirk was pulled into their view.

"Captain," Spock said in alarm. Jim looked awful. His face was badly bruised, and blood covered his arm and the front of his shirt.

The captain spoke quickly. "Spock, whatever happens, don't – " He suddenly doubled over as a punch hit him in the chest.

Kabul's eyes glinted coldly. "As you can see, your captain is in a quite perilous situation, as are the other 15,000 people living here in this city. The offer still stands. To put it simply: give us what we want, and we won't blow everyone up. You have one day."

The transmission cut off and the bridge crew looked around at each other warily. Spock's heart raced in his chest, thinking of their trapped crew, but outwardly he was perfectly composed. It was important at this point to let the crew think he had control of this situation.

He turned to the communications officer. "Johannes, contact Mr. Scott and tell him his presence is needed on the bridge. He will have the conn while I, along with Sulu, Jeffersons, Hanfred, and Guiders, beam down to the planet.

"Sir?" Sulu questioned.

"We are not going to let the rebels take the city. It seems almost necessary at this point that direct action is necessary," Spock responded. Sulu nodded. "We depart in four hours. Chekhov, we will need a scan of their city streets and terrain. Send them to my PADD. I need to review the particulars. Sulu, alert Jeffersons, Hanfred, and Guiders of our plan, gather your materials, and meet me at the transport room in four hours."

"Yes sir," Sulu stood, leaving the bridge.

"I have sent the scans to you, sir," Chekhov told him, and Spock nodded.

He would need to think about this. Too much depended on its success.

He stood and left the bridge, mind swirling with possible scenarios as he made his way to his quarters.