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.

[my_god_man]

Spock's voice faded out of... non-existence. Fuck, his head hurt and not just from the head trauma. Floating about in this red haze of half-consciousness was wearisome and painful and timeless. His sense of awareness fluctuated, and he began forgetting why he was even bothering when he had a friendly little corner that suited him nicely. He was even starting to forget that weird dream he had about Spock -- why was he dreaming about Spock in the first place? His mind was a strange place sometimes.

At some point, though, the haze shifted. The pain shifted, became more intense and real. Really fucking real. His ribs ached, his belly hurt, he groaned because his jaw hurt which made it hurt worse, his head felt like a jack-o-lantern after Halloween.

Oh yeah, this was living. Give him a neglected corner any day.

After an eternity of misery, Leonard finally managed to get his eyes open. There was a lot of bright light -- oh joy, more fucking pain -- and within that light a form moved. It found an angle that afforded some shade

[thevulcanfirst]

“Do not speak Doctor,” Spock told him, his own pain had become less and less. “I am going to-“ his words got cut off as one of the purple aliens grabbed him and he gritted his teeth as his wounds got jarred. His eyes closed and he showed his teeth as he hissed softly, thankfully only McCoy saw the display of emotion from him. They man handled him into standing up but his legs started to give out. Spock willed himself to stay standing. He had the hypo of Melanex in his hand; he gripped it tightly so he didn’t drop it. Spock didn’t have much more fight in him but he wouldn’t let his own crew member lay in pain, not if he could help it. So he fought again, he had to get the last hypo to McCoy

[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

[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

[my_god_man]

Fuck. Leonard wasn't able to track down the Masiform-D in time. It only made him more furious when the purple prick grabbed Anderson and started dragging. Angry as he was, though, he knew when to show some belly. His hand darted for Spock's arm, holding the Vulcan back. It was too bright for him to make out the man's expression, but he felt the arm settle back towards him.

He hated that hard, wet sound that was Anderson. Hated it enough to want to hurt these aliens. The best he could do was stash the hypos up his sleeve again. He'd treat the man next opportunity, even if Leonard had to use his own life's blood

[neat_science]

It was clear that this room in the basement was the holding place for them. It was heavily guarded, the doors looked solid, and the decoration was sparse to non existant. There were two beds attached to the wall and Sky moved away from Leo for a brief moment to direct one of the purple warriors to place Anderson on one of them. "Do /not/ just ditch him on the ground." was basically what she hissed at them. Cleverly they had listened and Sky moved back to stand beside Leo and Spock.

"You will be taken to see the High Lady Boudicca now." one of the men said, reaching out and gripping Sky's uninjured arm, tugging her forward, "You, her men, will follow. Do not speak unless the High Lady speaks to you. Come." And he led Sky out of the room. She turned her head back, eyes meeting first Spock's and then Leo's an eyebrow arched. This was not what she had been expecting.

"Fascinating." she said with dry humour, loud enough for the two men to hear.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock nearly lunched forward again to attack the alien that grabbed at Sky but the Vulcan restrained himself from acting so rashly and illogically. Instead he nodded at Sky the second there eyes met and hoped she understood that as first officer he would take care of his crew. Whatever was the cause of such an act would not be justified by anything this woman would say, least not in Spock’s book. The Vulcan’s lips twitched at the dry comment made by Sky, she was sure one strange human.

The First Officer then glanced at the CMO, who looked about ready to jump the alien as well. He reached over taking hold of McCoy’s arm. “It would be in everyone’s best interest Doctor…” Spock spoke softly and even tried adding an understanding edge to his voice. “…if you calmed down.” His eyes rested on the doctors. A minute or so passed before Spock let go of the good doctors are, his hand falling and just brushing against Leonard’s hand.

[my_god_man]

The aliens were still acting funny around Sky and him. More Sky, now that he had time to notice between his anger and helplessness and fucking head trauma. They... listened to her. She was still obviously a prisoner, but the men didn't show her the contempt they reserved for the rest of them. And even the cautious glances to him were a mixture of shrewd regard and competitive hostility. It was like all things masculine, jumped up and over-exaggerated

[my_god_man]

McCoy didn't have much time to spare, not to do all the healing he wanted on four people in less than 30 minutes. He made the time, however, to glance up once at Spock. "Order of priority, Sir. They beat on you harder." He then went back to work setting up triage by the wall beds. Thanked god the aliens had given him Anderson's kit, as he rifled through its full complement of hypos and medical equipment.

One of the nice things about having attended school at Ole Miss's Medical Center was that Leonard had prime access to trauma and emergency training while he was growing into a doctor. The years of experience were helping him now, helping him calm into a steady, focused instrument of healing. "Now, would you please take the sterilite and apply it to his wounds? Start with his head injury, give 'em 5 second blasts 'cause we don't know what's been crawlin' around down here with him." As Spock worked, he primed the medical scanner and grabbed the reader tube as well. Even before scanning he knew he'd need it. There was bound

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock finished doing as order and sat on the bed next to Anderson’s legs. “I will be fine Doctor, once I have a moment to heal myself.” But he stayed on the bed regardless. It would do him good to get medical help. Spock’s left eye was turning a sick, sick green color and swelling shut, he couldn’t see a thing out of it. That was only one injury he had gotten but the most noticeable. He let out a low sigh and gripped the edge of the bed, sitting up straight and closing his good eye as he awaited McCoy’s work to be done on him.

[my_god_man]

As he was racing against time, McCoy didn't notice the Vulcan's unease at first. Well, really, Spock being stiff all over was just a normal day at the office. He waved the medical scanner over the man slowly, again listening to the melody the device sang to him. Huh, it was a rather quiet lullaby. Vulcans must heal faster. Not that McCoy would know, as those damn space elves were mum about anything relating to themselves. A slight smirk came over his face as he zeroed in on Spock's head with the scanner. "Well, looks like I finally get that physical, huh? Am I gonna have to go through this every time

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock moved away slightly at the rush of emotion that filled him. He suddenly felt harried and squirmy? What was ‘squirmy’? Before the Vulcan could even finish that thought he was flooded with concern. “My apologizes Doctor,” his words came out a little more tense then they should have. The man’s hands came in contact again but this time only one but it didn’t help the transfer of emotions. Exposed and heated. Why was the doctor feeling this way right now? “I can not see very much Doctor,” he said slowly and then asked: “Are you running a fever doctor?” and raised an eyebrow.