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Again, Spock felt the silence surrounding him, even though now there was little silence. He heard some security guards talking in the hallway, and a yeoman expressing one of the harsher human emotions. Anger, he believed it was called. After a brief period they quieted, leaving meditation an easy path for Spock to take. He felt his breathing become steady and controlled, and emptied his mind of useless thoughts. The only thing that Spock was still aware of, as he sat there, still, was the time. He had only 3.2984 hours until he had to report to the transporter room to beam down. Finally, he pushed even that thought from his mind, and had to no longer concentrate on the quiet.

He was unaware of how long he sat there, but periodically stopped to calculate the time. When he had only .09114 hours left, Spock stood up, shaking away the secrecy of Vulcan meditation.


He quickly made his way to the Transporter Room in the five minutes that he had allowed himself, where he quietly waited for the Captain and the Doctor. It was, he thought, illogical that the Doctor constantly accompany them. If there was need for a doctor, he or the Captain could contact Mr. Scott and tell him that one of the medical personnel was needed.

Spock's thoughts were interrupted by both the Captain and the Doctor rushing into the room.

Sorry I'm late, Spock, The Captain said, Bones here was just showing me a new disease he seems to have found in one of the Ensigns.

He'll live, The Doctor said in his odd, droning voice. Jim, the flapjacks this morning weren't up to Federation Standard. I'm going to enter my grandmother's own recipe into the replicator if that's all right with you.

Ah, but ye can't,Mr. Scott, the Chief Engineer, said, The main relicators na' working. I'll try t' fix it while ye three are on Kalri IV, but it may na' be up an' running until tomorrow.

If Spock had to choose one word to describe these three men, he thought, it would most definetely not be logical. They were already late in beaming down to the planet, and the Doctor had chosen a very irrelevant subject matter. Pancakes had nothing to do with Kalri IV's vegetation and ecology.

Captain, it has been already 1.279 minutes since you arrived. I suggest that we beam down immediately.

You're right, Spock. The Captain said, a smile on his face, which was very similar to a grin, Let's go.

It was odd that the Captain was feeling happiness. If anything, he should have been feeling seriousness at realizing his mistake.


Spock stepped into the transporter directly after the captain. It was a matter of rank, the Captain had explained. He did not quite understand why rank affected such small things as stepping into a transporter, but Spock had realized that this was a human ship. He would follow the rules no matter how irrational they happened to be. He suspected that this was a matter of honor, and honor meant more to Vulcans than it did to Klingons, although they would never admit this.

Spock felt the familiar sensation of beaming, and the next thing he knew he was on the surface of Kalri IV. It looked just like the pictures he had seen while researching - very dry, with little plants. The temperature was at medium heat, very similar to Earth, the main planet of humans.

In the distance, Spock saw a glimpse of green. He made his way towards it.

Where are you going, Spock? The Captain asked.

I believe I see a large section of the planet which is made up of nucleated multicellular organisms containing chlorophyll and which have rigid cell walls.

He means he sees a forest, The Doctor said grumpily,Speak English, Spock!

Spock rose an eyebrow, confused.Doctor, I was, in fact, speaking English.

The Doctor shook his head, and said, very softly, Didn't sound like English to me!

Spock made no comment as he was unsure if the Doctor had been speaking to him, but did continue making his way towards the , as the Doctor had called it. He wondered if, perhaps, they would discover a specimen which had never been seen before.

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