Day 11 ll Mission Post

[thevulcanfirst]

Commander Spock made his way to the transporter room to ready himself and the away team for their mission to the planet of Bacchus II. Starfleet had ordered the Enterprise down to this planet to study the annual mating cycles in connection with a plant whose pollen is believed to be responsible. The mission was one that Spock had been looking

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[neat_science]

Schuyler too was looking forward to the mission; a real chance to go down onto an alien planet and analyse a living organism. This was what she loved, what she had hoped and dreamed and worked for all those years. Entering the Transporter room with quick excited steps, Sky saw that the Commander was already there, checking his equipment. "Commander." she acknowleged, stepping up onto the Transporter beside him, and running her own tests over her equipment. Everything worked perfectly, as it should, she was after all meticulously neat and organised and had tested it all in the labs.

[my_god_man]

"So, this is our first away mission, huh?" Leonard gave the chatty doctor an eyebrow. "Uh, Sir." He managed to resist the urge to tell the junior-grade lieutenant where he could stick his 'Sir'. Kobay Anderson couldn't help being an idiot, he supposed. Everyone was looking forward to the first away mission.

Everyone except Dr. McCoy.

Damnit, he could have gone through the rest of this mission a happy man if he never stepped foot again in a shuttle, or once on the transporter pad. He'd dodged that particularly horrifying bullet so far. Even gone so far as to adamantly refuse the "convenience" of a beam up when moving on board, despite Jim's urging.

Convenience. Only convenient if you truly wanted to become one with the Universe. As space dust. God, he hated transporters.

"... I wonder how the Commander will get this on?" Anderson was now playing with the biomasks needed to safely filter out the native pollen on the planet below. Not that they had to worry about that. That whole mating thing -- his brain was still trying

[thevulcanfirst]

“Lieutenant,” Spock acknowledged Sky. The Vulcan could hear Doctor McCoy and junior-grade Lieutenant Anderson coming down the corridor. Kobay Anderson was a…nuisance for everyone but the junior officer had it out for the First Officer. Spock put together it was most likely the fact that he was of mixed blood and Vulcan mixed blood at that. Most people didn’t have a problem with him but still people expected less then Vulcan from him. But Anderson was a whole different story and Spock rarely spoke with him or interacted so there was hardly any reason to address the subject. When the pair entered the Commander opted not to say anything about the remark and instead looked up at both men, making eye contact as he greeted each one. “Mister Anderson,” now locking eyes with Leonard. “Doctor.”

[my_god_man]

Bad enough his was slowly having a nervous breakdown at the thought of scattering his molecules to the four winds. Add to that the nuisance of one of his less-esteemed colleagues. It was too damn early for eyeball tennis. Leonard had no capacity to stop the slight fidget today. Before he do anything more, Anderson returned tartly, "Spock."

Leave it up to a jackass to enable his own inner bastard.

"Lieutenant, attention before your commanding officer." If the man wasn't so obviously baiting the First Officer, Leonard might have been flattered at Anderson's deference to him. Fucking hell, he didn't need this right now. A quick glance to the others -- some apology in that glance for Spock -- then he just decided to get on with it. "Everyone, be sure to take a biomask with you. It's just a precaution, but be mindful of the symptoms of pollen exposure. Physiological: unexplained elevation of heart rate, respiration, or body temperature; hypersensitivity to light, sound or touch; the sweats and sometimes the shakes.

[neat_science]

And why had he looked so pointedly at her when he said that...honestly, she was a big girl and out of everyone here was probably the most likely to know the effects and details of the pollen. That was her job after all. Her eyes narrowed minutely at him, and she flicked her hair back irratably. Plus that jackass Anderson was coming with them, she had been so excited a few minutes ago. Now she was just a touch cranky.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock stepped onto his own transporter pad and faced forward. “Everyone is ready for our descent?” the Commander looked at each of the landing party members to make sure they all had what they all needed for this mission. Spock didn’t want to see someone planet side with a ‘gosh I forgot this’ face that humans wear so often. “Good,” he looked back at the man ready to beam them down. “Beam us down,”

[my_god_man]

The view of the Transporter room was replaced with that of their drop site, something that looked to be on the edge of town. Not that Leonard really noticed or cared. He was too busy hyperventilating.

Sweet fucking hell. He had to go through this shit for the next five years?

He couldn't quite describe the sensation of beaming. His stomach really didn't want him dwelling on it, either. Standing ramrod still, the only movement from him being the careful and desperate working of his throat, he slowly talked his breakfast out of the idea of a revisit. Anderson gave him a slightly alarmed look. "Sir, are you..." Leonard shook him off with a small but empathic head shake. The man was a tempting target, but they had a long day of cataloging.

Eventually, he settled enough to finally look around him. The area was mostly scrubland, a few trees providing some shade and bushes nearly as tall as him. What really stood out, however, was a noticeable lack of something. There wasn't a meet-and-greet party there waiting for them.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock raised an eyebrow at his surroundings and wondered the same question that Doctor McCoy was asking him now. The Vulcan pulled out his PADD to check the time for the ship and this planet. He tilted his head slightly and looked up once again. “We are right on time Doctor,” he turned and faced the away party.

[neat_science]

"Shall I do some preliminary scans sir?" Schuyler asked, fingers curling protectively around her tricorder, "Get some readings on lifeforms and flora around us?" Blue eyes scanned the scrubby land around them, also curious as to why there was no greeting party for them, "Perhaps they are running late?"

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock’s sharp eyes scanned every inch of land and space he could see, something was not right about this landing. “Yes Lieutenant,” the Commander looked at Sky and nodded. “Perhaps,” he started walking out into the land a little more before turning to address everyone on the landing party telling them to do a job; as everyone else turned to do their jobs Spock stepped away to address the Enterprise. “Spock to Enterprise,” no answer back, Spock frowned in the way a Vulcan would. “Spock here,” he spoke into the communicator again. “Enterprise come in,” He got no reply back.

[my_god_man]

Leonard heard a derisive huff from Anderson as they all watched Spock, then followed his orders. He cut off any rebuttal the junior-grade idiot might have had with a brusque, "Anderson, you're with me." Thankfully, the man wasn't so clueless to miss that McCoy was 'in a mood'. He nodded and meekly followed his direct supervisor.

There were advantages to a Reign of Terror in your department.

They headed off in what looked might be East. That's where the sun was, anyway. Did this place have more than one sun? Sighing, Leonard activated his tricorder. Adjusted the controls, did a test scan on the first bush he came to, looked around and did a scan on himself while Anderson wasn't looking. He still felt kinda funky. Damn, stupid transporter

[neat_science]

Sky nodded to Spock and then moved off in the opposite direction to Leo and Anderson. It was best to spread out after all to maximise the amount of land covered. Activating her tri-corder she started scanning, the settings already plotted to search out lifeforms. To her surprise she scanned several shapes nearby, humanoid, and frowned. Slowly she moved forward, before flipping open her communicator.

"Cavendish to Spock. Sir there appear to several humanoid lifeforms, over he-" Her words were cut off with a startled high pitched scream as something came down with a painful crack against her shoulder. She went down in a tumble of blue uniform and rolled, coming up in time to meet another blow which smacked against her side. Hands grabbed her. Big, male purple hands, and one of them closed over her mouth as they trussed her up like an old terran turkey.

Looking around she saw her communicator lying nearby, half hidden under some brush, still open and presumably still transmitting to Spock.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock was working on his comm. trying to figure out why it wasn’t working like it had been when he was aboard the Enterprise. The only logical conclusion was that something was blocking out the transmission. The Vulcan was just about to single bad Sky, since she was the closet, to see if her comm. was working or not when he heard her scream. Spock looked around for a moment trying to locate the lieutenant. “Anderson on me!” He called to the closet person and took off to find Sky.

[my_god_man]

Kobay was excited to be on the first away mission. He'd beaten out some stiff competition. (It didn't matter that Dr. Jovan was left in charge of Sickbay, and that some of his colleagues were grounded because they had forgotten their physicals, too) He knew he had what it took to make first away mission. Dr. McCoy would see how well he handled the assignment, then it would be Lt. Anderson, help me with this, and I need your opinion on this, Lt. Anderson, and I wouldn't DREAM of a mission without consulting Anderson. (Okay, so maybe Dr. McCoy wouldn't sound quite so breathy.) He just had to get past that stupid Vulcan. Man, what did he know, anyway?

Just as he thought, the man was already calling out for help. Did Kobay have to do everything?

Anderson took off in a run. In his haste to save the day, he missed Dr. McCoy's shouts.

[thevulcanfirst]

Anderson went off in all the wrong ways, he was running straight into a trap. If Spock had an emotion at that moment it would be concern and anger but he didn’t so he sprinted after Anderson and tried to catch him before whatever got Sky got him. “Lt. Anderson!” He called after the hot headed boy. “You’re running into a trap!” But it was too late

[my_god_man]

An internal monologue -- studiously cataloging the inanity of prejudicial Starfleet officers, transporters, Vulcans with x-ray vision, and the goddamn tenth bug to bite him so far -- was keeping Leonard fairly well entertained as he scanned a bush. Then a tree. And another bush. Good lord, this was gonna be a lon--

He heard the scream. And despite the distance, knew it was Sky. Then all hell broke loose as... was that Spock? Yelling? And Anderson took off like Scotty on a sandwich. Had everyone lost their minds?

"Anderson! Get the fucccCCKING SHIT!" Out of nowhere purple men appeared. They were so kind to inform him that he wasn't suffering from transporter psychosis but pummeling him from all sides. At once.

That was a little excessive for one doctor. Especially one who almost failed the Academy's combat training.

Leonard was only too happy to black out after the second round of ass-whipping.