Day 11 ll Mission Post
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 ( Read more... )
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. Psychological: increased aggression, energy, or suggestibility; excitability to sensory input; mood shifts, sometimes rapidly, and.... well, plain ol' raunchiness." Leonard smirked and sighed. "If you even think you might be experiencing something like that, you come and find me." He gave Sky a pointed look.
Finished with his CMO speech, Leonard looked at each face waiting for him up on the pad. Well, no use in delaying the gruesome. His brain was already scrambled. The rest of him would soon follow. He climbed the stage stiffly and waited for the command. There might have been a small whimper hiding amongst the whirl of the transporter beam.
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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. Leonard glanced back to Spock with a questioning look. "Sir, are we early?"
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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.
Aside from the lack of liaisons, everything seemed normal. McCoy caught Anderson's eye. "You fork off to the left. Keep in the line of sight of everyone for now. We don't know when the highbrows might show up." The Lieutenant nodded like a good little minion, but at least he didn't need further instruction. McCoy had drilled procedure for this mission into the head of all his staff.
Veering off to the right, he began scanning the landscape.
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"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.
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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.
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A large purple alien jumped from behind a bush and took a swing at Anderson with what looked like a bat. The bat contacted hard with the boys head and he was down in seconds. Spock’s eyes widened but he stopped running and grabbed at his phaser. “Stop or I will be forced to shoot!” He yelled at the purple person but then someone was behind him making contact with his back which sent him flying and his phaser lost. Spock quickly regained his foot and attacked his attackers, the fight didn’t last long with two against one plus they had bats and Spock was weaponless but he still fought.
The Vulcan took a hard hit in the ribs via bat and then an elbow to the face splitting his lip. Spock straightened, ducked and slammed his right fist into the others gut and turned to elbow the others nose. A crack was heard from the purple alien and pink blood flowed from his nose. This only angered him more and that sent him over the edge as he slugged Spock in the left eye and tripped him as he staggered backwards. The Commander fell onto his back and the other alien was on top of him punching him.
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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.
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To her shock, they actually did stop. The figures turning to look at her, and then look at her breasts. THey then hauled up the unconcious Leo and checked his vitals. Alive. Thank god. Spock too, he was still concious. Sky was still trussed up, but for some reason, she wasn't being bashed up like the others, and they had listened to her.
Strange.
"Spock can you bring Le- Doctor McCoy around?" Sky said, eyeing the purple people who stepped back to let Spock move over to the Doctor.
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Spock placed his middle and index finger on McCoy’s carotid artery to feel the heart beat when he was pulled in by the feelings and thoughts that turned in the doctors head even in his unconscious state. Spock hadn’t meant to meld but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away just yet as he felt what McCoy felt, heard what he thought.
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Occasionally, Leonard imagined the psyche as a large room where all sorts of shit happened. If that was the case, then that made his current state of mind a lone, pathetic figure curled and shivering in a neglected corner. He didn't want to come out from there -- he was old friends with that corner, having first been introduced to it with his father's illness and thoroughly becoming friends during the divorce -- to face reality. Reality was an evil bitch right now.
He could sense a... presence, though. Something new and alien standing around in the room. Something all precise and no-nonsense and really damn warm. That was peculiar. He might have ignored it in favor of a no-pain existence, but he did feel pain. Not his own, he realized as he began uncoiling some. Damn him and his doctoring ways, sometimes. He didn't want to come out of his corner, where he didn't feel the bruised ribs, the swollen jaw, the possible MTBI -- god, he hoped it was just a concussion and not a cerebral contusion, or worse a laceration... or a herniation or...
Right. This wasn't helping the person hurting in his head.
But in order to help that person -- Spock... but why the hell was he thinking of the Vulcan at a time like this? -- he also realized he needed to come out of his head completely. He couldn't do that from this side. On some sort of instinct, Leonard focused hard on the image of his medkit and what was needed from it to treat him. What was needed to revive him enough to get him back to being a doctor again, damnit.
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