Title: Redias III
Author: spockish_girl
Characters: S&Mc&K (bridge crew)
Rating: PG
Summary: Prequel of
Risk is our business What exactly happened on Redias III with the Klingons?
Spoilers & warnings: No spoilers. You don't have to read Risk before this.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns 'em of course. I just borrow them once and a while.
Author's notes: Here is a prequel for Risk. I hope you like it...I had started this one ages ago..in the summer, wrote a sequel instead of finishing it...and came back to it. xD
Dr. McCoy stared at the wall, deep in thought. He was trying hard to ignore the large stack of work he had, reports. He had just finished the crew physicals. Excluding the Captain, of course. Everyone knows that sickbays and Captains don’t mix well. The Doctor picked up the stylus and stared down at the results of Ensign Misare. The two ribs that were broken a few months ago had healed nicely. A beep of his intercom alerted him. He stood up and pressed the button next to the speaker. "McCoy here."
"Dr. McCoy, please report to the briefing room, the Captain is waiting for you there." Uhura said.
"Understood." McCoy said. The briefing room? Oh no. The doctor looked down at the chrono. It was 10 minutes after 700 hours. Damn it. I was supposed to be there ten minutes ago. He quickly turned his computer off and headed down to the briefing room.
***
"Good morning Doctor," Jim said when the doctor came through the doors rushing to his seat.
"Sorry, I forgot about the time," The doctor mumbled.
"As, I was saying Captain, this planet has had little contact with any other species, but does have some warp capability. But in many ways, it can still be considered a primitive planet. Their medical technology is limited and they have little experience in the field. The death rate is alarmingly high, especially among children. A subspace distress call was sent exactly two point four months ago to Star Fleet Command. A plague of some sort has mutated in the past year on their planet. They require medical assistance." Spock finished.
"And Star Fleet Command believes this would be a good opportunity to start a relationship with this planet." The Captain said. It was a statement, but Spock answered it as if it were a question.
"Evidently Captain. It would be an opportunity to learn more about a culture which we know so little about." Spock said as logically and unemotionally as any Vulcan would.
"Exactly, Mr. Spock. First contact procedures to be carried out then." He turned to the Doctor. "Dr. McCoy, I’m sure you’ll make the proper medical arrangements, arrange a medical team and beam down when you are ready. Mr. Spock, assemble four survey teams in the transporter room, I will be leading the fourth landing party. Mr. Scott you will be in Command. Mr. Sulu issue phasers and communicators to each team. Dismissed." He stood up and left the briefing room.
Jim Kirk strode down the corridor to the transporter room.
"Captain-" Spock called down after him. Kirk stopped and waited for his first officer to catch up to him.
"Doctor McCoy has not beamed down yet. The Rediasians were expecting him hours ago. I rearranged the landing parties to include the medical officers and ordered them to beam down immediately. Dr. McCoy, still, can not be reached. I was going to his quarters now, sir."
Kirk threw up his hands. "I’ll go with you." Jim thought a moment and quickened his pace. Bones might be hurt…Spock seemed to catch on and did likewise.
They soon got to McCoy’s quarters and Spock pressed the buzzer. No answer. He buzzed again. Again, there was no answer. He was about to press the buzzer again when Kirk blurted out, "Computer, security override on this door. Authorization, Kirk-alpha-two."
The doors parted to let the officers in. Kirk saw McCoy sitting at his desk in a kind of daze. "Bones?"
The doctor didn’t move or show any signs of recognition.
"Bones! Snap out of it!" Kirk boomed.
The doctor blinked and looked around a minute then looked at Jim.
"Jim…what the devil happened?" He sounded confused.
"That’s what I’d like to know. Spock said you didn’t arrange a medical team." Jim spoke with a tone of authority. He moved around the room as he spoke. "You failed to beam down at the arranged time. You didn’t make any damned preparations at all, Doctor! You weren’t responding to any calls. And now, we come in here to find you in some kind of…trance." He turned around and looked at the Doctor and pointed at him. "Do you have an explanation, Doctor?"
"Gee…I’m sorry, Jim. I don’t know what happened. My mind just started to drift." He sounded far away then he snapped back to attention. "I’ll order a team down right now." He moved towards the comm unit.
"Spock already ordered a medical team down." He moved towards McCoy. "I want you to schedule a full psychological exam for yourself. I don’t care what you do. I just want this problem solved. And soon. When you’re ready, I’d like you to beam down to assist the medical efforts down on Redias. Mister Spock will join you then." Kirk was already half out the door. Spock at his heels.
"Yes, sir." Mumbled McCoy.
***
"Mister Spock, status report on the landing parties." Kirk said heading for the transporter room, once again.
"Three teams have beamed down, sir. Ensign Flores, Lieutenant Marcell and Ensign Rishell are waiting in the transporter room for you to join them, sir." Spock said following Kirk down the corridor.
"All right, when McCoy is done, beam down with him. I’ll contact you every fifteen minutes."
"Aye, sir." Spock said.
Kirk entered the transporter room and quickly got on the transporter pad. His team followed. "Energize." He said when everyone was on the pad.
***
After an hour on the planet’s surface, Captain Kirk’s team had collected most of their data.
"Sir, I’m detecting…strange readings. Humanoid, but they’re not Rediasians or Humans, sir." Ensign Flores said nervously.
"Who are they?" Kirk asked concerned.
"Unknown, sir." She grimaced. "I can’t tell." She said quietly.
Kirk reached for the tricorder. "Here. Let me see, Ensign."
"That won’t be necessary, Captain!" A sharp voice yelled.
Kirk turned and found himself face to face with a Klingon disrupter.
***
"Drop all weapons!" The Klingon yelled. All of the officers in the landing party complied. Kirk was the last one.
"Commander," Kirk said to the Klingon. He carefully inched up the hill to stand closer to the Klingon. "Your presence…here is…an act of war. This planet is within Federation space."
The Klingon ignored him and turned slightly to speak to an officer next to him. Kirk took the opportunity to deliver a punch to the Klingon’s mid section. Kirk’s team quickly caught on, attacking the Klingon officers around them.
Kirk heard a high pitched whistle and turned to see Ensign Rishell and Lieutenant Marcell turn into a red haze and disappear. Kirk gasped, "No!"
This distraction cost him as he was sent hurdling from two blows. He groaned and got to his feet, refusing to show weakness. One Klingon held Ensign Flores; a disrupter leveled at her neck.
The Klingon in command mumbled to one officer and the officer moved in behind Kirk. The Klingon took his disrupter and pointed it at Kirk. And then fired.
***
Kirk woke up with a terrible headache. He lay on a cold stone floor. Cold…. Stone…floor? He sat up, immediately regretting the action; his arm…must be broken.
I sure don’t remember that happening
I thought Klingons killed their prisoners now a days, Kirk thought. He moved closer to the corner with the window. And he came across an arm. He grabbed it and moved the body closer to the light. He gasped in horror at what he saw. It was Ensign Flores. Most definitely dead. Her eyes were glazed over and she was limp in his arms. The Klingons had beaten her to death it looked like.
Kirk swore under his breath. He moved back into the other corner and leaned against the cobblestone. This mission had gone from bad to worse.
TBC
. Kirk thought to himself. He looked around. It was pitch black except for one small window in the corner.