"Mr. Sulu, what is our status?" Spock burst through the door to the bridge, Uhura following closely behind.
"We're losing power fast, Captain." Sulu's fingers moved rapidly over his consul.
Spock took a deep breath and regained his composure, sitting neatly down in the captain's chair and pressing a button on the panel. "Mr. Scott," Spock spoke clearly into the comm.
"Aye, Capin'," Scotty huffed through the speaker.
"What is our status?" Spock asked again, secretly hoping for a better answer.
"We're losin' power, an' fast!" Scotty yelled back.
"Do we have enough power to warp ourselves out of here?" Spock asked.
"Nay, I wish! At this rate, our life support systems'll be offline in abou' two or so hours!" Scotty said and a cold chill ran down Spock's spine.
"Spock, I can't get through to anyone." Uhura said over her shoulder from her station, her fingers wrapped around her head piece.
"Continue trying." Spock urged her as he turned back to the viewing screen. His mind raced, trying to come up with every possible explanation for what was happening to them. Perhaps Starfleet set us up? He thought, then shook his head. Improbable. Yet, all the clues do align...
"Spock," Uhura interrupted him from his thoughts. "We're being hailed."
"Put it on screen." Spock instructed, shifting to sit up straight in the chair.
"Captain Spock," A voice called menacingly from the speakers before the screen finally focused in on the image of the man. The entire bridge sat in terrified silence.
"Admiral Glick." Spock barely managed to say as all the pieces came together in his mind. Pushing the assault under the rug and promising to pursue the investigation himself. Leading us straight into this trap. Glick has been trying to eliminate my crew.
"Sorry things had to be this way," Glick offered a small smile. "With Ensign Chekov and all."
"Why?" Uhura asked, rage coursing through her blood. "Why are you doing this?"
"I'm afraid that you wouldn't understand me if I told you," Glick sighed heavily, reclining in his seat in his office. "This is much bigger than any of you. Any of us, really."
"You intend to drain the life from our ship." Spock stood up and folded his hands behind his back, pushing the anger down into his chest and keeping it there. "What do you have to gain from this action?"
"Like I said, I don't think that even you would understand, Captain Spock." The Admiral shrugged.
"I will attempt to comprehend." Spock said sharply and the rest of the crew on the bridge had to try and stifle a smile, despite the circumstances. They all knew what he had really said to the Admiral - it was the Vulcan equivalent of 'Try me, bitch.'
"You have two hours on the clock, Captain Spock. Is this really how you want to spend your final moments?" Glick retorted and Spock stiffened, his anger boiling now.
"Why not obliterate us as soon as we appeared?" Spock said, his voice dripping with sass. "Or simply wiped us out on Earth?"
"It's part of the plan, Captain." Glick smiled widely and everyone on the bridge had to restrain themselves from lashing out. "I wish that I had time to explain it to you, but-" Glick was interrupted by a sharp beeping noise and he rolled his eyes.
"Sir, it's Doctor McCoy here to see you." Alice's voice came over Glick's comm.
"Send him in." Glick smiled cruelly and turned his attention back to Spock. "Enjoy your final hours. Doctor McCoy won't have that long." He ended the transmission and the entire bridge crew sat in stunned silence, alarms beginning to blare from all stations. CRITICAL FAILURE.
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"Of all of your stupid and half-assed plans, I've got to say that this one is by far the stupidest and most half-assed." McCoy mumbled into his earpiece as he continued to walk swiftly down the hallway, his heart beating out of his chest.
"Thanks, Bones. That means a lot to me." Kirk's familiar voice came through the earpiece and McCoy had to stop himself from smiling. God, I missed this idiot. "Tell me when you're in position. Ooh! And remember the code word!"
"Dammit, I'm a doctor, not a secret agent." McCoy muttered, turning the corner quickly.
"Bones," Kirk pleaded and McCoy rolled his eyes.
"Fine." McCoy suppressed a smile as he slowed down, his target in sight. "This better work."
"What could possibly go wrong?" Kirk said and McCoy straightened his back and brushed off his uniform as he approached the Admiral's office.
"Can I help you?" Alice the secretary asked as soon as McCoy cracked the door open.
"Uh, yeah." McCoy cleared his throat and stepped through the door, his muscles tightening. This is a stupid-ass plan. "I need to speak to Admiral Glick."
"Unfortunately, the Admiral does have a schedule to keep." Alice sighed and looked back down at her screen. "Would you like to make an appointment for sometime next month?" Alice asked, already disinterested with the conversation.
"Actually, I need to speak to him right now." McCoy gulped, trying to keep up his front. "I'm Leonard McCoy, and it's regarding the attempt on Pavel Chekov's life." Alice's eyes dropped to her screen and she pressed a small button in the corner.
"Doctor McCoy is here to see you." Alice spoke into the comm.
"Send him in." Glick's voice came back.
"Admiral Glick will see you now." Alice motioned to the door as the lock clicked and it swung open slightly.
"Thank you." McCoy nodded, sighing quietly in relief. Still a stupid plan. He sucked in another deep breath as he stepped through the door and into Admiral Glick's office. Glick was sitting in his chair, his hands folded neatly on the desk.
"Doctor McCoy," The Admiral offered a soft smile. "I'm surprised to see you here and not on the Enterprise with the rest of your crew." Glick motioned to the chair in front of his desk and McCoy hesitantly sat down in it.
"Yeah, we had a falling out." McCoy sighed heavily as he folded his arms across his chest and discreetly wrapped his fingers around his phaser.
"So, why did you want to speak to me?" Glick said, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Well, sir," McCoy took a deep breath. "I was Chekov's attending physician, so I ran some tests on the poison in his system." He continued and Admiral's eyebrow raised with curiosity. "And I found out something interesting."
"Which is?" Glick asked, tapping his fingers on his desk.
"Well, I linked the poison back to Starfleet, sir." McCoy said quickly. "I think it was a kind of sabotage." McCoy said and the Admiral pulled the phaser from his belt and aimed it at McCoy's head.
"Doctor," The Admiral laughed as he stood up, the phaser still trained on McCoy. McCoy put up his hands defensively. "You should be suffocating with your crew, but instead, I get to kill you myself." Suddenly, a phaser blast ripped through the air, whizzing by the Admiral's head. The Admiral's head snapped in the direction the blast came from and was met face to face with Captain James Tiberius Kirk in his full glory, phaser trained on the Admiral's head.
"Or maybe not." Kirk shrugged. "Now, you're going to let my crew go."
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