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]

"Hey!" Sky yelped as the fight broke out once more, "Stoppit! STOPPIT!" For a tiny little thing, she could be exceptionally verbal when she wanted to be. The purple people looked at her after shoving Spock into the truck, one of them wrenching the hypospray out of the Vulcan's hand.

"Weapon." One of them growled.

Sky shook her head immediately, "No, not weapon." she reassured them hastily, "Not weapon. Healing." The beings eyed the Vulcan suspiciously and then the one holding the hypospray came over to Sky. She took it and found herself being lifted, carried over to Leo. It was a relief to see his eyes open, and focused on her. "Hey." she said, lowering the hypospray to his neck and shooting him with the Melanex, "Less of the falling over next time?"

She didn't even want to contemplate how she looked, she knew she was bleeding, but she also knew it wasn't serious. Leo might worry though. Suddenly she was lifted once more and shoved into the truck with Spock, albiet a lot more gently than they had the Vulcan. Seemed they listened to her. Bizzare.

[my_god_man]

For a moment, it almost seemed like Leonard was still hallucinating. Spock vanished almost as suddenly as he appeared. His head was throbbing enough he could hear the chaos in there. Or was it out here? What the fuck was going on? Can't a man bleed in peace these days?

It hurt like a bitch, but he managed to get up on an elbow. Saw Spock getting ganked by two purple assholes. Goddamnit, this shit was already old. They were ignoring Leonard -- with good reason, as he could barely keep his damn head up -- so he had a second to fuzzily think things through. Couldn't intervene on Spock's behalf, hell not even if he wasn't half-senseless. He was a doctor, damnit, not a pugilist. Looking down, though, he realized that he was exactly what he needed to be. Hypos. Quickly his hand darted out for what he could grab from his medkit. Missed completely on the first try. Growled softly and got a jaw-full of hurt for it. Finally managed to fumble his fingers over after remembering left from right, just before Sky showed up. She was a sight for sore eyes if ever.

Then she disappeared too, after a sting to the neck he'd recognize in any state.

The medicine began working quickly, spreading a cool numbness from the point of injection. Melanex. Thank god, as he suddenly found himself vanishing. Wait, no, he was being lifted, pulled up by his shirt into the face of one arrogant, purple bastard.

"You are not much of a fighter," the brute said with a kind of thick-tongued accent. He had dark, bluish hair and violet eyes. He seemed to be studying Leonard in a challenging way. "Not much of man, I think."

"Man 'nuff ta put yer ass down," he growled back. Just before he jammed one of the hypos into what would have been the cephalic vein in a Human. Worked well enough, as the man had just enough time to bug-eye, then went down. Yeah, that'd been good thinking to load the kit with two hypos of melanex. Not so good thinking had been forgetting the asshole was holding him up.

Goddamnit, he didn't need any more brain injuries.

Dazed, he wasn't much of a fight when he was lifted again, this time by what felt like three people. Just as well, needed to conserve his energy, catch his breath. Keep the last of his contraband hidden up his sleeve. He was thrown into what looked like a truck. Then everything went black. Leonard wasn't sure if that was literally or just his throbbing head again.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock’s head was lolled back against the trucks wall, he had been told to stay on the floor by one of those aliens and yet they sat Sky on the seat. The first officer’s legs were spiraled out as he lay almost lifeless from his place, he tried to center himself so he could meditate and heal but suddenly something was on top of him in the small truck bed. “Ah!!” Spock yelled out in surprise as his wounds got hit again. He tensed and worked his control back into place.

[my_god_man]

That something would be Leonard. Thank god the melanex was kicking in. Spock felt nearly as hard as the floor, and that was with only half of his receptors getting messages through. For a moment he lay there, upper torso draped uncomfortably across the lump underneath him and still disorientated, until he had enough sense to put things together.

"Oh, sorry." His momma would be proud he could remember his manners at a time like this.

He'd just struggled into a half-sitting position when the transport they were in lurched into motion. Normally he didn't react to motion the same way he did to flying, but damn between the injuries and the drugs... "Oooooshit, I may throw up on ya," he kindly informed the lump. It was a near thing, but eventually he got his stomach under control. Once it settled, Leonard managed to pull himself up completely.

"Is... everyone alright? Sky? Spock? Anderson? What the hell just happened?" Well, besides the obvious. How'd things go so wrong so quickly? He blinked about in the darkness, finally starting to get a sense that it might be the ambiance and not his vision failing. Thank god for small wonders.

[neat_science]

"We got jumped by our welcoming commitee." Sky said quietly, curled up as she was on her seat. Although they had placed her carefully there, and had given her special treatment, her upper arms were bound to her sides, presumably to stop any real actions against them. "I must apologise sir for screaming. Perhaps you would have gotten more of a warning if I had not. You had tricorders after all."

Sky refused to think about her injuries, but she was pretty sure that her collarbone was severly bruised, her side was one giant ache, and she had been slashed up the length of her arm, which bled steadily. She could see her whole sleeve was stained.

Dammit

[my_god_man]

"If they were the friendlies, I'd hate to be on their bad side," Leonard snorted, turning his head toward the sound of Sky's voice. It was taking some time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness -- he wasn't sure if that was natural -- but he could just make out the shape of her. Frowned at her apology. "No need to apologize, Lieutenant." Sometimes it felt odd referring to her and Jim by ranks. They were both in the presence of subordinates and superiors, though, so he kept up respectful appearances. "As well-organized as they were, I don't think anything save a sensor sweep from the ship would have helped. I... didn't even notice them on my tricorder," he admitted guiltily. Just think of the pain they all could have avoided if he'd caught that.

Speaking of which, there still wasn't a response from Spock or Anderson. McCoy concentrated on the sounds around him, thought he heard the Commander's distinctive Vulcan respiration over the noise of the vehicle. That shout in his ear had sounded like it was Spock. Was just hard to imagine the man's voice as anything above that low, steady cadence he normally spoke in. Well, when he wasn't strangling people, Leonard supposed. So the Commander was at least conscious. That just left Anderson...

"Lieutenant Anderson?" he tried again, still getting no reply. "Damn. Cavendish, did you get a good look at Anderson earlier? Where is he at now?"

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock was trying to mediate but he couldn’t center himself with all the noise around him and all the pain he was in. So instead he listened closely to the conversation taking place. It took him a few minutes before he wanted to speak again. “Doctor,” his voice was normal to anyone who didn’t know him very well but to those who did it was strained more than normal. “I do believe we are on their bad side,” it wasn’t a play for humor at all, he told himself as he tried to reposition himself but regretted the actions of movement almost immediately. He held in the groan thankfully. “As for Anderson he sustained a blow to the head by one of the bats the aliens wheeled, he is currently located at our feet Doctor and in an unconscious state.” The Vulcan’s words came out a little slower than normal but otherwise just fine.

[my_god_man]

Did Spock just make a joke? Damn, his MTBI must be worse than he thought. McCoy blinked owlishly toward the Commander, for once thankful about the dim lighting. Took him a moment to find words again. "Oh... thanks." Well, two were better than none. The weirdness of the situation finally passed over him, and Leonard huffed softly as he shook his head. He carefully shifted onto his hands and knees to make his way over towards Anderson. Stopped a minute to debate a point of etiquette. As casually as possible, he reached forward to bump his hand against Spock. Yep, a leg, going in the right direction. Nope, not feeling like a damn idiot. He moved on quickly to try to pass that off as an accident.

Bumping into the second body was an accident, however. Shit, that had to be Anderson. And the fact that there was no reaction just confirmed some of his fears for the man. Blunt force trauma was real nasty. McCoy tried to remember which hypos he still had left. Regardless, he wouldn't be able to tell them apart if his eyes didn't start working better. Damn, what he really needed was his Sickbay. Anderson's brain could be bleeding, and there wasn't the equipment in a medkit for that. And they didn't even have one of those now. Muttering curses to himself softly, he fell back on the very basic of emergency first aid, checking -- feeling, really -- for bleeding, shock, broken bones and all the rest.

"Why would they go to all this trouble to bring us here, if only to bash in our skulls? These people can't be the same ones Starfleet set us up with. What do we know about these people that justifies this? Did any of them say something that might clue us in?"

[neat_science]

As Leo made his way over to Anderson, Sky slipped off her seat, hands still bound, and ironically still containing the hypospray. She crawled, clumsily, over to Spock, giving the Commander a small smile. It made her feel better, even if he might not be able to see it in the dimness. As the Doctor tended to Anderson, it was her duty as the Xenozoologist, and person with basic medical training, to tend to the next worst injuried, even in the most basic sense.

"Any wounds Commander?" she asked, voice her no-nonsense buisnesslike tone. "I saw you bleeding before..." Clumsily she tore off a strip of fabric from her unstained sleeve, and moved over to bind the most serious of the wounds.

"I don't think these are the official party." She said, louder, addressing Leo's question. "We know the Bacchus culture to have reasonable advancement, and apart from the days when the pollen is released, quite restrained. These seem much less well equiped and much more furtive in their actions." She tied off the makeshift bandage, sitting back, head spinning slightly. "I think we might have landed in the middle of something..."

[my_god_man]

The sterilite. What he wouldn't give for it right now. Why hadn't he grabbed that too? It was all so damn frustrating, having to resort to tearing at his tunic to stopper up Anderson's bleeding and bandage his head. To have to rely on faith and luck that his own hands were clean enough to be fingering the man's wounds. Hell, he didn't even have anything to wipe his bloodied hands on. He finished what he could in sullen silence, grunting more in encouragement of Sky's theorizing than anything.

Dr. McCoy took it very personally when he wasn't allowed to do his job properly.

Done with Anderson, he turned to where he heard Sky working. If he squinted hard enough, he could see the two of them better. "How's Commander Spock doin'?" he asked, then followed the sound of Sky's voice on over to her. Likely she'd fuss but she still needed a look-over. He'd caught a glimpse of a lot of blood when she'd hypoed him earlier. "Hold still, Doctor's orders," he muttered softly by her ear just for her to hear. No sense is ruffling her pride any more than he was, give her some dignity to continue working on Spock. In a normal voice, he continued on as his fingers tentatively felt around her scalp.

"Isn't that pollen or we'd all know about it. It's possible they could be keeping us as hostages. Would only work, though, if the Enterprise had something they wanted. Or their own people here gave a damn about us. Not sure I'd know either way, and with the way they were beatin' on us... Well, they've gotta know you can't bargain for a dead horse." That was perhaps a gruesome metaphor right now.

[neat_science]

Sky batted his hands away gently and moved away from Spock. "Worst injured first, Doctor." she reminded him, waving her hand at the Vulcan, and then running those pale blue eyes over him. "Goddammit Leo, how about taking care of yourself?" she scowled at him, tearing another strip off her uniform to bind up some of his wounds. "I'm fine," she reassured him, knowing that he would fuss the instant she stopped binding him up. And perhaps she should let him, she thought, as the world swayed around her, blurring dangerously at the edges. She finished up tending to him and then before he could demand knowing what was wrong, she held out her arm.

What she saw made her feel a bit ill. Blood everywhere. The wound was shallow but long, and bleeding freely. She had lost a bit, she thought fuzzily. Chancing a glance up at Leo, she winced. "Oops?"

[my_god_man]

He could see it some now. Hell, he could smell all that blood. "Oops my ass," he grumbled as he carefully but firmly took hold of Sky's arm. Woman would bleed to death before admitting she even had blood in her to pour out. That arm proved otherwise as he pulled back the torn threads. Damn, it was obviously shallow enough that her hadn't passed out before this, but definitely no scratch either. And again, him without a sterilite. Or spray adhesive. Goddamnit.

Nothing for it then but to lose the whole tunic.

He pulled it off quickly -- minding the tender head -- as he commanded her to sit down and lean back into him. Leonard pulled his knees up on either side of her thighs to help cradle her, ripping the sleeve right out of his shirt at the shoulder. He then carefully began working her own torn and bloodied sleeve off her arm. That's when he finally noticed that her arms were tied. "Good god, woman, when were you thinkin' of informin' me on this? When yer wrists pinched off and you hands done dropped?" He propped her arm up on his knee -- laceration facing upwards as much as possible -- then began working the knots loose with his long surgeon fingers.

"You stay with me Sky, ya hear? You just lean back into me and rest a moment, alright?

[neat_science]

"You fuss too much." Sky murmured, head resting back against his shoulder. "Anderson and Spock were the priority, you know that. And remember, I promised not to go die on you, so that won't happen." her eyes closed slowly as she focused on his warm fingers working on the bonds. "It's not serious, I know serious wounds Leo."

The bonds came loose and she hissed in a sharp breath as circulation returned to her fingers. "Fuck..."she hissed, as fresh waves of pain shivered up her arm, bruised collarbone and bruised ribs. "Just need a quick patch up and I'll be fine." she tried to reassure him.

[my_god_man]

"I've done all I can for Anderson." Try as he might, Leonard couldn't keep the bitterness out of his voice. Yeah, the junior-grade was a dipshit sometimes but he was still a human being. None of them deserved this kind of misery. "Spock's got some melanex in him, that oughta help. I'll get back to him as soon as you're settled, missy. Now stop telling me how to do my job."

He rubbed more circulation back into her hands, then finished peeling her sleeve away. The small bits that were still dry he used to clean the wound as best as possible. Slipped on his torn sleeve next, ripped more tunic for pressure wraps. Placed them as strategically as possible, made a little sling to stabilize her arm. What was left of the overshirt he saved for Spock or himself. Except a piece he folded into a square and placed on the back of her head where he'd briefly found a wound. "Put your hand here, darlin'." Once she was cradling her head, he carefully lowered her back to the floor. "Just rest and count roof cracks. Keep yer knees bent too." He didn't dare make a guess on the hypos while she was weak like this. So that was all he could do for her. "I'm gonna finish tending to Spock now."

By this point, his eyes had adjusted enough where he could recognize his old lump. The Vulcan hadn't moved much or said anything, which had him worried again. Leonard crawled over and very lightly nudged the Commander. "Sir? Ya need anything?"

Outside, their transport lurched to the right and then slowed a pace. If he didn't know better, he'd say they were getting close to their destination. "Spock?" he whispered urgently as he braced himself against the wall behind the Vulcan's head.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock opened his eyes to look at Leonard. “Doctor,” he acknowledge with a small tilt of his head. “There is little you can do for me right now,” he confirmed. The Vulcan had hardly any bleeding wounds other than a cut along his check and a split lip but his left eye was the worst…or at least that’s what he thought. As first officer and leader of the away team he was more concerned with his crew getting the help they needed. “Doctor as a Vulcan my eye sight is more adjusted then yours,” he held out his hand. “I can read you what each hypo-spray is before we arrive so that you can treat both Lieutenant Cavendish and Officer Anderson.”

[my_god_man]

He... what? Why that damn sneaky hobgoblin! McCoy stared bug-eyed at the talking lump, flushed when he thought about how he must have looked fumbling around, then remembered that the Commander could still see him. Shut his gaping mouth and hoped the blasted Vulcan was colorblind at least.

Thrusting out his stash of hypos, he growled, "Which one of these has a dispenser full of red liquid? That one you hold onto. It's the cordrazine." That shit was powerful-nasty. And not the right stimulant for Anderson. "What I need is more Masiform-D. What happened to the hypo you used on me? And do we have any more melanex left?" He was doubtful as by now the Vulcan could stab him with one of those pointy ears and Leonard wouldn't think much of it.

Drug were awesome like that.