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On another note, I made some small changes to chapter one as of 8.10.13 so you'll probably had to go back and re-read that. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

James Kirk watched on in both horror and confusion. Horror at the fact that his first officer...his best friend... was dying down in a cell along with a another innocent crew member and there was nothing he could do about it. Confusion because he hadn't known Spock had had such strong feelings for another member of the crew. Before he could stop himself a sound began to form in his throat that very quickly became a scream of anguish.

Spock felt Carly go limp in his arms, there was only a minute amount of time before he too blacked out from oxygen starvation. As the blackness began to tug at the edges of his vision and tried to overcome him, he saw a dark shape moving on the other side of the transparent wall in front of him. Before he could register what it was he lost consciousness.

Scotty had had a bad feeling when he had transported the Captain, Commander Spock and Ensign Tebbutt down to the surface. He had checked his instrumentation immediately afterwards but there was no indication to say that anything had gone wrong.

But somebody who knew the system well enough could cover their tracks...

'No' he thought, pushing the thought from his head, it just couldn't happen. Nonetheless he found himself calling through to the Bridge.

'Scott to Bridge'

'Bridge here' came, to Scotty's surprise, Lieutenant Uhura's prompt reply.

'What the blazes Lieutenant? I thought you were down on shore leave and you'd been hurt.'

'Nothing happened to me at all sir. Chekhov and I beamed back up to the Enterprise about five minutes ago, we're only just hearing about the report that I had obtained some kind of serious injury.'

Scotty was silent for a few moments while he digested this information. 'Can you try contacting the landing party?'

'Aye, sir. One moment please.' There was silence which was broken after a few moments later be the Lieutenants voice, 'Nothing sir, no one from the landing party is responding to our hails.'

Scotty's heart sank. He hated it when his gut feeling was right, which it always was. 'Lieutenant could you please ask Mr Chekhov to perform a sweep of the computer to detect any modifications to the transporter records.'

'Aye sir.'

Quickly making his way to the Bridge, Scotty all but burst his way through the turbo lift doors. 'Mr Chekhov, did you find anything in the system?'

'I have sir.' The lad answered, 'It appears that someone hijacked the transport and set the away team down on a different set of unknown coordinates. Our computer system was then accessed from down on the planets surface from approximately these coordinates on an un-inhabited part of the planet.' A set of numbers flashed up on the screen and the Ensign nodded towards them.

'What do you mean by "approximately"?' Scott questioned.

'Well sir, there is a complete transporter blackout across the entire area. This was the best I could do.' A brief flicker of annoyance crossed Chekhov's face and was quickly replaced with one of almost too much concern, 'Do you think they'll be alright Mr Scott?'

'I don't know lad.' Scott said, slightly put off by the amount of concern the boy had shown. He clapped him comfortingly on the shoulder and turned to face the rest of the Bridge crew. 'Right everyone. Something has happened to the landing party and I intend to find out what. So, as of right now, I'm putting a new party together and heading down to the planet...any volunteers?'

There was silence for a moment then a voice spoke up from the engineering console, 'I'd like to volunteer sir.'

Scotty turned around to face the owner of the voice who had spoken up. Not to his surprise it was Ensign Bocking, he'd always had a soft spot for the lass.

He shot her a smile only she could see, acknowledged her with a curt nod and moved on, 'Anyone else?'

'Me too Sir.' Lieutenant Uhura chirped.

'And me.' Chekhov added.

'Righty-o, lets get to the transporter room then.' Scotty said, standing. 'Mr Sulu, you have the Con.'

'Aye, sir.' Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu responded from the Helm.

On their way to the transporter room Doctor McCoy came hastily out from down an adjoining corridor, tricorder and medical kit slung over his shoulder. Before Scotty could open his mouth he was already speaking.

'Uhura told me all about the situation. I'm coming to help and that's final.'

'Bloody hell.' Scotty thought 'By the time at least three of the security officers join us it would be a full scale expedition.'

Rounding the corner to the transporter room, three security crewmen joined the group and Scott gave them orders to follow them after the first five of them had beamed down. He then began to issue orders to the transporter operator on duty. 'Set us down at these coordinates here' he said, tapping them out onto the screen in front of him, 'That should take us to the closest spot where the blackout ends.' He then walked over to take his place on the transporter pads with the others. 'After we land send the other three officers here down.'

'Aye sir.' The operator answered.

'Energize.' Scott commanded.

The landing party materialised on the planets surface, phasers at the ready.

The place to which they had been transported was lush, dense, emerald green forest. Uhura scanned the area with her tricorder, 'No humanoid life signs in the immediate vicinity, sir.'

The other half of the landing party materialised beside them.

'Sir, I think I can pinpoint the exact location of the Keptin, Commander Spock and the Ensign.' Chekhov chirped, 'They're 500 meters underground...zat way.' He finished, pointing.

Almost in unison every member of the landing party turned the heads in the direction the Ensign was pointing, to the left.

'Well' Scott sighed and took a step forward, 'We better get a wriggle on if we want to find them in one piece.' And with this he led the way towards the strange events that were soon to unfold.

'Never thought I'd end up trudging through a wet forest as part of my job.' McCoy muttered as they set off.

It had been surprisingly easy, almost too easy, to find the entrance to the base where the original landing party was being held captive.

'It looks like' Ensign Bocking said from her crouching position on the ground, pushing away dirt and leaves, 'The entrance is...here.' She grinned triumphantly. She cleared away more to reveal a key pad next to the door panel. 'And here is where we've reached our problem.'

'I kin fix zat.' Chekhov quickly chimed and leaned down to begin work.

The rest of the away team turned away to let Chekhov work and began to coordinate their next move.

'As soon as we get inside we'll split off into small groups. Johnson and Griffiths' Scott nodded at the two security officers, 'you're together. McCoy and Williams.' Another nod, 'Uhura and Bock-' Scott was broken off by a small cry of surprise to his right and he sharply turned to find its source. To his horror he found that Chekhov had Bocking strangled in a headlock and a phaser pushed right up against her temple.

'Pavel, what are you doing?!' She managed to gasp.

'You're all a bunch of Dubiinas, or, as you would say in your English, idiots.' He spat, 'Move back or she dies.'

Nobody moved.

Chekhov giggled, 'Well then, just to show you I'm serious.' He jerked his gun away from Bocking's temple and fired a shot straight into Ensign Williams' chest. At such close range the shot was fatal and Williams fell to the ground, smoke rising from his chest where the energy from the phaser had dealt him the fatal blow.

'Now' he said, 'Let us try this again. Move back or she dies.'