Chapter 11:

*T'Aimu's POV*

After having a pleasant meal, the atmosphere of the ship changed its usual wave of energy. Something has disrupted it's usual peace and this time it's not from our daily mission or attacks. It's quietly familiar to me.

'Hmmm,' I thought to myself, thinking hard.

I clean up my mess and start head towards my quarters. Unfortunately, the journey didn't last long because the communicator makes a noise near me.

"Sickbay to Dr. T'Aimu," Leonard's voice speaks.

"Dr. T'Aimu here," I said, pressing the button.

"T'Aimu I need you here immediately."

"I'm on my way."

My bare feet runs down towards Sickbay. It must be an emergency since Leonard asked me to come on my lead of absence.

Even though I am still on a small lead of absence from my daily work responsibilities, the captain wishes to have me in the meeting for my knowledge. Still in my vulcan robes, I sit in between Mr. Scott and Leonard.

"Next tape, please," Cousin Spock says.

"Spectro-analysis tape sir," Janice Rand, an acquaintance of mine, offers one to him.

"Thank you."

He places one on and we turn to the screen. Everything appears to be a control center or a bridge of a shipe. It was difficult to understand exactly it is since everything is covered with frozen water. Each one of us look at each other confused.

"Almost as though they were irrational, drugged," Kirk speaks to us before turning back. "An engineer sitting there apparently oblivious to everything. A woman and strangled, a crewman with a phaser pistol in his hand."

"He'd used the computer room as if it were an amusement gallery," COusin Spock noted.

"And a fully clothed man frozen to death in a shower," Kirk adds in. "If the image wasn't so ugly, it'd be laughable."

"Laughable, sir?" I asked the captain confused.

"Almost putting humor into it darlin'," Leonard explain for him which made the captain smirk a little.

"Not a theory, gentlemen and lady?" Kirk asked us.

"Definitely not drugs or intoxication," Leonard says. "The bioanalysis on the tapes prove that conclusively."

"It could be some form of space madness we've never heard of," Cousin Spock puts in, "but it would have to be caused by something. Our spectro-readings showed no contamination, no unusual elements present."

"Or at least none your tricorders could register," Mr. Scott speaks.

"Instruments register only those things they're designed to register," I explained to him. "Space still contains infinite unknowns, even for a Creature's knowledge and we know a great amount of space."

"Earth science needs the closest possible measurement of the breakup of this planet," our captain points out. "To do this, we need the Enterprise in a critically tight or bit. Question: Could what happened down there to those people create any unusual danger to this vessel and crew?"

His question surprised us a little.

"We still need to efficiency captain," Cousin Spock reminds him. "It'll be tricky orbit."

"When the planet begins to go," I join in, "there may be drastic changes in gravity, mass, magnetic field."

"The purpose of a briefing, gentlemen and lady, is to get the answers based on your abilities and experience," Kirk explained. "In a critical orbit, there's no time for surprises."

"Unless you people on the bridge start taking showers with your clothes on, my engines can pull us out of anything," Mr. Scott mentions, making the captain smirk. "We'll be wrapping out of orbit. Within a half second of getting your command."

The communicator sound goes on.

"Bridge to captain."

He presses the button, "Kirk here."

"Scanners report sudden four degree shift in planet magnetic field," Urhra reports. "A strange in mass also, sir."

"It's beginning," Cousin Spock and I explained. "Unusual rapid shifts."

"On our way, Lieutenant," Kirk in the communicator. "I'll hold you to that half send Scotty," he says to him, standing up to leave.

"Why don't you return to your quarters darlin'?" Leonard suggests to me once they leave. "You seem to be a little a tired."

"I believe the human phase is that it's been a long day," I explained to him.

"Yea," he chuckles. "The day is not over yet and it's still a long day. Now promise me you'll be resting?"

"I promise. Can you check on Joey even though he appears to be stable?" I asked, showing concern for a co worker.

"Of course," he smiles, "I love you T'Aimu."

"I love you too Leonard," I smiled back softly.

We lean in for a human kiss when we hear the communicator whistle.

"Attention," Urhura's voice speaks through the speaker, "engine room on standby alert. All duty personnel to the bridge. Acknowledge."

Leonard and I shrugged and continue on with our love expressing.

I secretly place the tapes in my robes without my mate noticing because of this weird thought in the back of my head. Anyways, my lead of absence came to an end when we received Joey as an unconscious patient who needs surgery.

Leonard and I are now in our surgical uniforms, performing surgery on him. Everything appears to be normal. My mate extends his hand to me for an instrument which I had it ready. I keep on noticing that his vital signs are normal, but he's not improving. Another tool is needed.

"His breathing rate is decreasing Doctor," I told him when I saw the screen.

"Compensate with the respirator," he replies after looking at him.

I place the respirator over Joey's mouth and nose. The screen still shows to be decreasing at his breathing.

"Stand by to close," Leonard announces, noticing it. I give him another. "Closing." Last one, but nothing seems to work. "This shouldn't be happening," he now noticed. "This man should be getting stronger." Joey's vital signs are weaker and decreasing more. "Are you sure the respirator is function properly?" he asked, looking at it under my gloved hand.

"Yes Doctor."

"Then why is this man dying?" Leonard just asked the one confusing question now. "Hypo," he orders.

I give it to him, but the screen show us that Joey's vital signs and breathing fully decreased.

"He is dead Leonard," I said to him.

"The wounds were not that severe T'Aimu," he doesn't understand like I am.

My dark brown eyes look down to the fallen crew member and removing the respirator.