I forgot a disclaimer before.  Whoops!  So here we are: I don't own Star Trek.  Now all you copyright people can just go away.

Meredith: The crewmember who lost his memory thing is kinda complicated.  Funny.  Very funny.  But kinda complicated.  I'm pretty sure I can use the lost cat thing in one chapter though.  Thanks for the idea!  ^_^

To all the other nice people who reviewed: Glad you seem to like this idea.  I feed on compliments.  Heehee.  As promised, here's the next chapter.  As before, suggestions will be appreciated.

Part Two:

Lost in the Forest

A landing party from the Enterprise has arrived on a planet by shuttlecraft.  Unfortunately, members of the group have gotten separated from the rest of the party, and are lost in the planet's tropical forest:

Kirk was lost.  He was somewhere in the forest on Mycelia V, he knew that much.  He was also fairly sure he had at least a hazy idea of where the shuttlecraft was, so he wasn't lost completely.  He looked around.

"Let's see…I think the shuttle should be to my right," he said, thinking out loud.  He glanced to his right, and also to his left.  To his left he noticed a faint trail.  "Hmm.  That trail probably leads to a native village."  A thought occurred to him.  The computer database had said a great deal about the natives of this planet; including that the native women were very pretty.  He looked between the two directions for a moment longer, thinking.  Then he turned and headed down the trail towards the native village.

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Chekov was lost.  He was somewhere in the forest on Mycelia V, and he was pretty sure the shuttlecraft was to the north.  The trouble, of course, was finding north. 

"Fortunately," he said, thinking out loud, "I just happen to have my pocket compass.  A Russian inwention, of course." He pulled it out, and checked the direction.  "Ah.  North is to my right.  Wery good." He started walking that way.

He glanced around the tropical forest as he walked through it.  He decided it was really a very beautiful place.  Reminded him of the countryside outside Moscow.

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Spock was lost.  He was somewhere in the forest on Mycelia V.  Because he had been studying the plant life, he had not paid proper attention to his overall surroundings.  He had left the shuttlecraft 1.146 hours ago.  He estimated he had walked approximately 3.34 kilometers, to the south-south-west.  Therefore the shuttle was roughly three kilometers to the north.  But which way was north?

That should be simple to determine.  He carefully studied the position of the sun, and compared it to moss growth on the trees.  After a few moments he was 97.8% sure he had the right direction and started walking.  He became 99.98% sure he was going the right way when he started noting what appeared to be signs of his own trail.  By carefully following his trail, he would be able to reach the shuttlecraft without mishap.  He proceeded to do so.

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Ensign Jones was lost.  He was somewhere in the forest on Mycelia V.  Somewhere was the operative word.  He was a security guard, not a tracker and so was completely lost.  He also wasn't a scientist, and, to tell the truth, he wasn't sure why he'd beamed down to begin with.  He had though, and now he was separated from the group, and lost somewhere in the forest.

For lack of a better idea, he wandered haphazardly.  He tried to see if he recognized anything, and had to conclude that he didn't.  He had a strong suspicion that he was only getting more lost.  Apart from his concern regarding his whereabouts, he was almost enjoying this walk in the forest.  Or he would be if he could just shake his feeling of impending doom.  The forest was quite beautiful, with many interesting plants. 

He noticed one particularly large plant.  It consisted of a single stalk with what looked like a large seedpod at the top.  The stalk reached far above his head, and the seedpod was larger than he was.  He walked closer to it, and tried to remember what it reminded him of.  Suddenly, the pod opened, the stalk bent, and the pod snapped him up.

"Of course!" he thought from inside the plant.  "A Venus Fly Trap!"

A/N: For you tenderhearted readers who are concerned over the fate of red-shirts, the pod fortunately proved unable to digest poor Ensign Jones, though it was three hours before the other crewmembers located him and got him out.  Later, they determined that he had stumbled upon the only variety of hostile plant in the forest, and the only one of its kind in a three-mile radius.

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Scotty was lost.  He was somewhere in the forest on Mycelia V.  Also somewhere in the forest was the shuttlecraft.  The trouble was locating the shuttle.

"Well, now," he said, thinking out loud, "it shouldna be too hard to locate the little beastie."  He examined his tricorder, and screwed the back panel out.  "If I recalibrate the deconfibulator and adjust the perodactrolite, I should be able to tune the retrogradiator to the shuttle's engine frequency, and use it as a homing device."

He fitted the panel back onto the tricorder.  He waved the tricorder in a lazy circle around him.  Half way through it started beeping.  "Ah!  So me missing shuttle is thata way."  He headed off through the forest.

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McCoy was lost.  He was somewhere in the forest on Mycelia V, and that's all he knew.  He was a doctor, not a forest ranger.  He sighed, and pulled out his communicator.  "McCoy to Enterprise." 

Uhura answered.  "Enterprise here.  Can I help you, Doctor?"

"Hi, Uhura.  I seem to have gotten separated from the rest of the group.  Could you lock onto me and beam me back to the shuttlecraft?  I hate the transporter but it's better than wandering around in the woods all night."

"Sure.  I'll relay it to the transporter room now."

"Thanks.  McCoy out."  McCoy put his communicator away.  After a moment the transporter took effect and he was beamed back to the shuttle in a matter of seconds.

Next chapter: I'm considering having characters write letters home.  It should be up soon.

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