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They were supposed to meet with the planets leaders. The walk to where they were safe to beam up was not far. It was through light woods that had the floor decorated with white flowers. After half a mile or so, until they reached this large castle. It was an old fashioned castle. All it was missing was a bridge. As they got closer, one of the planet's native came close with a spear. Kirk assumed it was a guard.

The guard wore minimal clothing and had reddish skin with long fangs. She had hair on her long pointed ears and a long fox-like tail. She pointed the spear at Jim.

"State your purpose!" She growled, holding the spear firmly to the Captain's chin. McCoy had a gentle grasp on his phaser before Jim spoke,

"I'm Captain Kirk! We arranged a one on one with your leader!" Jim defended, raising his hands. The creature relaxed her guard.

"Why didn't you say so," She lowered the spear from his chin. "Follow me." She added leading the small crew inside the castle. The castle had guards lined up on each side of the hallway. They were eventually lead to a small throne room. It was simplistic for the most part, nothing overly decorated.

The leader had gray skin with yellow eyes, similar to the guard that escorted them. She had a long-leopard like tail. She arose from her seat, her eyes focused on the captain.

"So I hear you're here to harvest our resources." She said, her tail slowly swaying from side to side on the marble floor.

"That's right." Jim said simply. The leaders eyes narrowed.

"Why?" She added, beginning to stare him down.

"Well, we need it for medical purposes. We were told your planet has all sorts of flowers that possess healing properties." He said calmly. He chose his choice of words carefully.

The leader considered this answer. She looked around.

"I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news but.. I can't allow that." She hissed, alarming Spock and McCoy.

"Why not?" Jim answered, nervously.

"We had to lure you here somehow. Any dumb human would have came onto this planet without much precaution. Guards! It's hunting time!" Guards instantly flooded the room.

"I, uh, RUN!" Jim stuttered as he and the crew pushed back the guards, gaining scratches and cuts from the native's claws. Spock and McCoy followed quickly as they sprinted through the woods. They slowed down seeing no sign of the natives.

All they heard were growls and hissing. McCoy pulled out his communicator out of his pocket.

"McCoy to Enterprise! Beam us up!" All he heard was static on the other end. He tried again,

"Beam us up!" Again, there was no one on the other end. "Dammit, there has to be some sort of interference with the signal! Both of you, try yours!"

With no hesitation, Jim and Spock pulled out their communicators, but to no avail, there was no signal. They flipped close their communicators, gently sliding them back into their pocket.

"Alright, we can't stay here. We should probably keep running. God knows how close they are!" Jim commanded, Spock and McCoy nodded.

They took off further in the forest, noting the trees and vegetation growing thicker and thicker. After a while, they stopped to catch their breath. Panting slightly, Spock looked around their surroundings.

"It appears we have lost them." He spoke while fixing his posture.

"Yeah, well, don't get your hopes to high yet." McCoy said, sassily.

"The hissing and growling appears to have stopped so it's safe to assume we have lost the hostile natives." Spock retorted. Jim looked at the both of them.

"Now's not the time to bicker. We have to think about what we're going to do in the mean time." Jim said calmly.

"I suppose that would be the best course of action." Spock stated. With that, they began walking even further into the words.

It sounded like a twig had snapped. They began sprinting, their hearts pounding, until the floor caved in underneath them. It had to be a trap! They fell a solid 16 feet into a small hole in the ground.

Jim looked up, the planet's harsh sunlight causing him to squint.

"Is everyone alright?!" Jim asked as he began to sit up. McCoy nodded.

"I'm alright, bruised but okay. Pointy over there had a rough landing." McCoy stated as got up and rushed to Spock who was getting up on shaky arms.

"I'm just going to see what's wrong. Okay? Your leg is bleeding." McCoy spoke, gently.

"Alright.." Spock answered, repressing a moan. McCoy rolled back Spock's pants as much as he could before hiding a gasp. The vulcan's leg had a gash on it. It was fairly large. The gash was oozing blood steadily, the area around the wound began to grow green. The gash had to be at least half an inch wide, maybe wider than that. McCoy frowned.

"I don't have much for the bleeding. I do have a hypo that'll relieve some of the pain." McCoy pulled out a hypo and gently administered it into Spock.

"I believe I have also injured my ankle, Doctor." Spock said. Jim gently began to take Spock's boot off. Then his sock. His ankle was very swollen considering they had just fallen. The area around it was black and green.

" Jesus, Spock. You're lucky I came. It's like I'm babysitting. Usually Jim is the one who ends up injured. Not you." McCoy said dryly.

"Oh, come on, Bones. I don't get injured that much.." Jim began to recall how many times he returned from a mission with an injury, minor or large.

"If you're not hurt, you're sick or having some type of allergic reaction," McCoy sighed as he examined Spock's tender ankle. "It looked sprained. Let's hope it isn't worse than it looks. I don't want it broken."

"Awww, Bones, you care!" Jim said teasing his older friend.

"Damn right, I do!" McCoy said.

"I am thinking about how we get out of this hole. It would be difficult." Spock said, getting back on topic.

" Maybe we could climb up?" Jim said, standing up."

"It's too narrow. You could slip and injure yourself, Captain." Spock stated.

"Don't worry about me. We can't stay in here while those creatures are lurking, waiting to eat our flesh."

"Right now, this is the safest location for us. We do not know if there is more traps if we find a way out." Spock said trying to stand up. He stood slowly, trying to ignore the pain. When he tried to step forward, his legs gave out and Jim leaned forward to catch him.

"You should probably rest your ankle for now." Jim said ,lowering his friend on the floor gently.

"He's right, Spock." McCoy said, wanting to try his communicator, again, eery static. McCoy knew if they couldn't get Spock proper treatment, he could get ill from an infected cut. They were in for a long day..

A/N Woo! It's 2:41 am! I hope you enjoy. Second chapter coming soon.