Clephoid XIV, the only place in the entire United Federation of Planets that had a White Spot.
Sure, there were other, more important things there, but they had White Spot. WHITE SPOT, people,
how could the brave crew of the Enterprise -not- go there? Well, they went. Sort of, on a
diplomatic mission. Kirk, Spock and McCoy beamed down to meet the cheese dealer was offering to
supply swiss cheese to the Romulan, who were planning on being peaceful if they got the cheese.
The romulans were being odd this month but hey, peace is peace, right? Right?
Spock, Kirk and McCoy were wandering in an art gallery, looking for the cheese dealer, and they
stopped in front of a paticualrily profound piece. An attempt to describe it would be futile, but
it was lovely and thought provoking and stuff. Kirk poked it. McCoy smacked him. Spock looked at
them with an 'I-don't-know-you-why-are-you-standing-next-to-me' look on his eyebrows. (the most
expressive part pf his person) Then suddenly, the cheese dealer appeared.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen, I trust you found the gallery with out incident?" She smiled, they
nodded. "That is fortunate. I am pleased you have arrived. Come, we have negotiations to make."
She led them out of the gallery, they got a ten dollar gift certificate for White Spot, and they
followed the cheese dealer. Kirk walking beside her, Spock behind them and McCoy taking up the
rear, occasionally pausing to look at things. Suddenly, somebody clamped a hand of McCoy's
shoulder and dragged him down an alley.
McCoy turned to look at his assailiant and was shocked, it was a Vulcan. A crazed one at that.
Well, he didn't look entirely Vulcan, he looked mostly Vulcan. But McCoy did not make anymore
observations. He was rendered unconsious.
McCoy woke up a few hours later. He ached all over and he was in a public bathroom. His head hurt,
insanely painful. He heard a knock on the door.
"Doctor, are you alright? Are you experiencing any difficulties?" Spock asked, completely
monotone, McCoy was too tired and hurt too much to become irritated, he slowly stood up and
opened the door. He pulled his ay out and found a wall to cling to to keep vertical. Spock looked
at him for a moment. "Do you require assistance?" he paused, McCoy looked blankly at him. "Can I
help you, Doctor?" McCoy tried to shrug, winced and let go of the wall. The floor decided to rise
up and smack him, wait, no, he fell. He opened his eyes after a moment. "Leonard, would you like
me to carry you?"
McCoy nodded, and closed his eyes.
TBC
Sure, there were other, more important things there, but they had White Spot. WHITE SPOT, people,
how could the brave crew of the Enterprise -not- go there? Well, they went. Sort of, on a
diplomatic mission. Kirk, Spock and McCoy beamed down to meet the cheese dealer was offering to
supply swiss cheese to the Romulan, who were planning on being peaceful if they got the cheese.
The romulans were being odd this month but hey, peace is peace, right? Right?
Spock, Kirk and McCoy were wandering in an art gallery, looking for the cheese dealer, and they
stopped in front of a paticualrily profound piece. An attempt to describe it would be futile, but
it was lovely and thought provoking and stuff. Kirk poked it. McCoy smacked him. Spock looked at
them with an 'I-don't-know-you-why-are-you-standing-next-to-me' look on his eyebrows. (the most
expressive part pf his person) Then suddenly, the cheese dealer appeared.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen, I trust you found the gallery with out incident?" She smiled, they
nodded. "That is fortunate. I am pleased you have arrived. Come, we have negotiations to make."
She led them out of the gallery, they got a ten dollar gift certificate for White Spot, and they
followed the cheese dealer. Kirk walking beside her, Spock behind them and McCoy taking up the
rear, occasionally pausing to look at things. Suddenly, somebody clamped a hand of McCoy's
shoulder and dragged him down an alley.
McCoy turned to look at his assailiant and was shocked, it was a Vulcan. A crazed one at that.
Well, he didn't look entirely Vulcan, he looked mostly Vulcan. But McCoy did not make anymore
observations. He was rendered unconsious.
McCoy woke up a few hours later. He ached all over and he was in a public bathroom. His head hurt,
insanely painful. He heard a knock on the door.
"Doctor, are you alright? Are you experiencing any difficulties?" Spock asked, completely
monotone, McCoy was too tired and hurt too much to become irritated, he slowly stood up and
opened the door. He pulled his ay out and found a wall to cling to to keep vertical. Spock looked
at him for a moment. "Do you require assistance?" he paused, McCoy looked blankly at him. "Can I
help you, Doctor?" McCoy tried to shrug, winced and let go of the wall. The floor decided to rise
up and smack him, wait, no, he fell. He opened his eyes after a moment. "Leonard, would you like
me to carry you?"
McCoy nodded, and closed his eyes.
TBC