Title: Doctor's Logs 12
Author: Istannor 
Series: TOS 
Part: 1/1
Rating: [PG13]
Codes: Lang., content
Summary: McCoy is ordered to keep a personal log as a
physician, of his observations aboard the Enterprise. They
are for his use only, for therapy, and to work out any
issues he might have.

Disclaimer: These are the characters of Paramount and
Viacom, they own them I only check 'em out from the library.
I promise to bring 'em back.


McCoy's logs are often out of order, as far as dates,
secondary to ion storm damage to the memory banks and
his forgetting to back them up on a secondary site, like
Spock told him to.

Doctor's Logs 12

Stardate 1685.2

I just got everything peaceful for a hot minute after Jim got
split apart by that damn transporter, then all hell had to break
out again. My sickbay is quiet now and everybody has been
sent back to their quarters. We didn't lose a single person on
this last mission. The only person that was in any real danger
was Jim, and he's doing just fine. It turned out to be not half
as bad as it looked at first. When I first saw him lying on the
Biobed, all covered in blood I thought he had bought it for
sure. Most of the blood wasn't his, it belonged to
Kleinschmidt. Good riddance to the asshole. He would've
been hard for either I or M'Benga to work on, I know. We
would've done it, but even the Hippocratic oath doesn't make
it easy  to work on someone as despicable as him.

I can't imagine what made that man think that no one would
find out what he was doing, eventually. He was a fool, a
greedy, bloody, damned fool. Every once in a while, you hear
about someone like him. A person who uses Federation
technology to go to some distant planet, where the civilization
is not as well developed and set themselves up as Lord and
Master.  Starfleet is  crystal clear on that. The penalty for
doing what Heinrich did is an automatic death penalty. In fact,
all Starfleet Captains have orders to terminate such
individuals with extreme prejudice. It is a tool to terrify anyone
from thinking of it. If the bad guys know that an entire
Constitution class vessel can eradicate them without asking
for surrender, the concept is, they won't do it. Greedy folks
are still out there who will try. The stories coming out of those
attempts are extremely gory and always ending in the
perpetrators' deaths.

The Federation Charter states clearly that no planetary
system can engage in acts which subjugate or enslave the
peoples of a non-aligned or technologically subordinate
peoples. If a governmental policy can be discerned behind
the incident, the other  members of the Federation have the
right to wage war, or demand reparations. It is serious stuff. I
think Earth learned its lessons after the bloody border
skirmishes and wars that were a direct result of the racist
expansionist policies of the early history of Earth. Stupid
bastards almost got the whole planet nuked by thinking they
had some right to decide the future of another country, or
people, because of right of birth. I never did understand
European history, North American history, Chinese history,
Middle East history, Vietnamese history, Korean History,
Ugandan History, German history, Australian History, South
African history... I could go on, but you get the point. They all
were idiots. Shit, people are people. No one has the right to
decide for an entire people against their will, solely because
they are different.

We were out in the middle of nowhere again, star-mapping,
and Spock sighted a system that looked promising. He
thought it had worlds that, if uninhabited, could be
colonisable. So, we moseyed over to take a look. It was easy
to see on the first pass, that the planet had people. That got
everybody all happy. These guys love finding new races of
beings. It gives them all a little thrill. You could see the entire
bridge get excited by the prospect of something new and
different. How far we humans have come. They were pre-
industrial, agricultural based, and living in large communities.
Kirk decided to orbit awhile to get sensor readings. There
was no danger that anyone would see us, since these folks
hadn't invented a telescope yet. I'm not sure what set his
warning bells off, but we were watching the sensor scans in
the briefing room over coffee and donuts, when he tensed up
and made them rerun a segment. Spock looked at him and
then turned to stare at it with him. All I heard Kirk say was one
word: Shit.

I, being totally lost, asked what the hell was he looking at.
Spock pointed to an energy scan that was nothing but a blip
on the bottom of the screen, fixed over one of the long
houses. The people lived in huge dwellings made of a clay-
like substance. It seemed there was one extended family per
dwelling. One of the houses that had a prominent position in
the middle of the enclave had a single solitary, quickly
hidden, energy surge coming from it. Even I know it was from
a power source, but I didn't understand why we had all the
fuss. Then it hit me, there wasn't suppose to be a power
source on this level of world, and nothing strong enough to
register as a blip on our sensors. I looked at Jim and he had
his head bowed in concentration. Then he took a deep
breath and looked up. He told Spock to ready a fully armed
away team and to have them ready for a briefing in one hour.
He got up and left. I went over to ask Spock what was going
on. Spock turned to me and told me: "We are going to the
planet surface to terminate some people, Doctor. Someone
is down there in direct violation of Federation law, living in
that enclave."

Suppose they are there out of ignorance? I asked. He told
me: "Ignorance is no defense in this instance. The Captain is
mandated to kill, or capture, whoever it is, with extreme
prejudice. All that are involved, are to suffer the same fate."
Shit, no wonder Jim left. I understood it then. I remember
hearing about that standing order, I just had never seen it
done. Now, I was going to participate in a massacre. I wasn't
at the briefing, because I wasn't invited. Jim came to me in
the sickbay and told me I would not be required on the planet
surface, as there would not be any anticipated survivors.
However, he told me they would be returning with the bodies,
and I needed to get the morgue ready. His eyes were
haunted, but his voice was firm. I wanted to tell him it was not
his fault that whoever was down there had been so stupid, but
I didn't quite get it out. I should've said something before he
left. I won't ever get tongue-tied with him again. He needed to
hear an absolution from me. I think he would've played it
differently, had I done better.

Spock told me later, that Kirk left him onboard, in case
whoever was planetside chose to try to make a run for it.  I
know he argued about that with Jim, but Spock obviously lost.
I think Kirk wasn't sure Spock could be bloody minded
enough to do what had to be done. Spock really is a pacifist
philosophically, Jim isn't. It turns out Jim was wrong. Spock
can be bloody minded enough, when he needs to be.

They beamed down during twilight, in full battle gear, with
night scopes on. The sensors had told them where everything
was in the village. Kirk suspected that they had a proximity
monitor to tell them when a vessel neared the planet,
probably at the outer asteroid belt. He thought they knew we
were in system. He was right. What Kirk didn't suspect was
how much of a bastard Heinrich would be about it all.
Heinrich didn't want to die and he didn't want to get caught,
so he did the only thing he could think of to give him some
time to run, he sent the native people to attack our landing
party. He armed them with primitive weapons, held their
children as hostages, and sent them out to attack a security
team armed with hand phasers and rifles. Kirk stood there as
the entire village started running and screaming in fear and
grief at the aliens, and ordered the security not to fire. He had
half of the team transport up to the ship and led the first  half
of the team on a dead run away from the village. The second
half of the squad transported down to the other side of the
village to wait for the bad guys who Kirk felt sure would run
out, after they felt we were suitably distracted.

The prime directive was no longer in force because of the
presence of another who had obviously contaminated the
culture, so Kirk led them up into the hills and through a narrow
wash, which dead-ended. They never stopped chasing the
aliens because their children were at stake, and the
Enterprise team never fired a shot at them. When Kirk and
the team were fully backed against the wall, he had them
beamed away, and closed off the other end of the wash with
a force-field, effectively sealing them all in the wash, safe and
unharmed. In the meantime, the bad guys tried to escape in
the opposite direction from the big lodge and ran right into
our security team. The redshirts killed two of them before the
rest made it back to the relative safety of the lodge.

Kirk had first squad beamed to the other edge of the village.
That's when he got to meet Heinrich for the first time. Heinrich
was a Human, from one of the colony worlds. He strolled out
into the middle of the village and started to shout at the top of
his voice. All of this was on the Vid recordings. They make
Captains record all of the events on a mission such as this,
so that no-one can say they acted inappropriately, or wiped
out a legal trader. The security guy taping it all was hidden
out of sight and beaming the events back to the ship. We sat
mesmerized on the bridge as it all unfolded, at least I was
mesmerized.

Heinrich was a big man, fully 1.8 meters tall, and 90 kilos,
pale with blond hair plastered to his sweaty skull. He started
screaming that we had better leave or he would kill all his
hostages.  Kirk walked out into the middle of the central
grounds and stood 50 meters from the man. Jim is a small
guy really, but he can radiate a level of intensity that you can
pick up, even on a vid recording. The guy stepped back
before he could stop himself. "Who are you?" Jim asked.

"Heinrich Kleinschmidt, ruler of this world, and you will leave
before you cause the death of hundreds of stupid animals.
Who the hell are you?"

"I have a Scoutship orbiting this planet. We came to map the
system." Why the hell was Jim lying to the man? There are
only 25 crewmembers on a regular ship. We have 433 active
crew on this ship. "They are people, not animals, and they
are not to be ruled by you. You have no right to impose your
will on them. You have no right to be here."  Jim's voice was
so soft, it made my skin crawl.

"Scout huh, well you ain't gonna be able to overwhelm
anything with a crew of a Scout, so I guess we have a
stalemate. I was here first, so clear the hell out. I have the only
right I need to be here, the right of the superior race. I'm
human. I'm meant to rule frigging animals like these, and they
only have one purpose: to serve my needs. They ain't good
for nothing more than being slaves. They ain't human, what
the fuck do you care about them? You're jealous, that's all."
His face took on a calculating look. "I have more than enough
ores to go around and they do all the mining for us. Precious
jewels, rare ores, everything you ever had a wet dream about
is on this world. I only had to kill a few of them to get them to
cooperate. They work hard as long as you keep at them.
Lazy bastards, are only good for digging and screwing. Look,
" he tried to smile, " why don't I give you a few of their women,
or men, what ever you want? I'll load your ship up with
valuables and you can forget you ever saw me. I'll be gone
before anyone else can ever reach this place and you'll be
rich. If you try to arrest me, I have a phaser trained on 137
children, and I'll kill them all before I, or my crew, let you take
us. They're only animals to us, so don't think we won't do it.
Too much is at stake to not do it. This is our world, we found
it."

"The Federation's policy is that a populated world is not open
for development; it belongs only to the people who live on it.
There's no such thing as discovering a world where people
have lived for millennia. It's their world; you're an intruder."
There was something about the way that Jim was talking that
made you feel like maybe he didn't totally agree with that
policy. I was about to hit the roof, when Spock turned to me
and said: "Calm yourself, Doctor. You must never doubt the
Captain's intentions. Mr. Chekov, begin a scan for 137
people congregated together, with the addition of possibly
twelve others. It should be within walking distance of the
present location.

"Well, I'm a fucking rich intruder," the man continued. "So,
decide what you're going to do, Starfleet, or I'll do whatever I
have to. What the hell is your name anyway?"

"I'm not sure you need to know, less for you to tell if you get
caught in the future. What kind of ores have you found?" Kirk
asked. Kirk's name would've been a dead give away. Even I
knew that.

The guy's eyes took on a feral gleam. He thought he had Jim.
"Redinium, diamonds, platinum, latinum, gold, all the best of
the best. This place is just covered with shit. The women are
good to look at too, for animals." Kirk's face smiled, and
Heinrich figured he had him now.

'"Let me call my ship, and I'll be right with you. I think we can
come to an agreement.  Do you have any of those women in
there, now?" Jim rubbed his groin suggestively. I wanted to
barf.  "It's been a long trip."

The guy cackled and the sound curdled my stomach. "Sure,
stud. Come on in and we can discuss business. But, no, you
don't get to call your ship first. You do that and all bets are off
and the kids die."

"Like I give a fuck about the kids," Kirk said in the coldest
voice I have ever heard from a human. "I need to let them
know we have a potential deal down here. Starfleet pay ain't
that great. And if I don't call them, they're gonna start
shooting, and they won't care who they hit." The man
pondered that information in silence and then nodded once in
concession. Kirk flipped open the communicator. "Reporting
in. Plan alpha in affect, knight to king's rook four. Surface
out."

"What the hell was that all about?" Heinrich sputtered.

"I told them to stand down until the next time for me to report
in. You got any booze? I like to drink when I'm screwing. You
know we have some high-tech boring equipment on board. It
could speed up production by a factor of ten. " Heinrich
positively glowed with greed. Kirk strolled over towards him
and walked into the lodge and out of sight.

I could feel Spock tense along with the rest of the bridge
crew. Spock ordered another security team to get ready and
wait for him in the transporter room. He positively burst from
the bridge. I ran to the sickbay to get my equipment and
rushed down to meet him in the transporter room. I felt like I
might be needed. He was already finished briefing the team
and watching the vid recording on the wall screen, when
Chekov's voice broke in. " Mr. Spock, we have identified a
party matching your description. It is in the nearby
mountains." Chekov's voice was smug.

"What are the coordinates, Mr. Chekov? " Chekov gave them
to Spock and he programmed them into the transporter. "Mr.
Scott." Scotty answered. "I require pinpoint accuracy of you.
You will target these coordinates with a low level stun, on my
signal." We crossed and stood on the transporter pad. "Now,
Mr. Scott. Mr. Kyle, transport us down." I felt the beam take
me over. One of the reasons I hate transporters is because I
am one of the people that have never gotten over  a
momentary pang of nausea and disorientation after being
transported, every damn time. This time was no different.
When we got to the surface, the security team rushed the
encampment to find alien children sprawled everywhere,
unconscious, but otherwise unharmed. They grabbed all the
bad guys and when they had them securely in hand, they
transported back to the ship with prisoners and we started
transporting down staff to handle the children when they woke
up. I was stuck there for a while, so I wasn't at the village for
what happened next.

Spock made sure everything was going smoothly, then he
transported to the village. I watched the vid later, much later.
When we phasered the other camp, some type of alarm went
off in the lodge where Kirk was. The security teams that were
waiting outside of the building, heard the sound of shouting,
and ran down to protect their Captain. At the same time,
seven other humans burst out of the building running for all
they were worth for the ship they had hidden outside of the
village. They were firing with their weapons on kill.
Fortunately, the security armor absorbed most of the blasts.
There were only minor burns to two redshirts.

The vid tape caught Spock moving fast, along the periphery
of the firefight. Instead of heading for the front door, Spock
put his fist through the side of the building. He looked
through, then he fired at the wall, vaporized it, and ran through
to the inside. I mean damn, it was like some war movie
except it was real. The vid never stopped rolling. I'll give the
guy operating the camera credit for that. There is no way
Starfleet won't believe us. He didn't miss a thing. He
especially didn't miss Spock walking out of the door with the
bloody, unconscious body of James Kirk in his arms. God,
there was so much blood on them both. Jim was so still.
Spock was so very quiet. Someone saw them, before Spock
could utter a word, and signaled the ship. They were
transported directly to sickbay and M'Benga. He called me
and had me beam up right away. M'Benga thought it was a
two doctor job. It turned out not to be, but I could see
immediately why he did it.

When Kleinschmidt heard the alarm, he realized he had been
had. He attacked Jim with the sharpest damn knife I've ever
seen. He wasn't sure his civilian weapon could pierce
Starfleet armor, so he decided to take care of Jim the old
fashion way. He tried to slit our Captain's throat.
Kleinschmidt's crew fled. They didn't want revenge; they
wanted out. They knew the penalty and didn't see how killing
Jim would save them, so they ran. Kleinschmidt was a lot
bigger than Jim. Spock said, when he got inside there, Jim
was slumped over Kleinschmidt, unconscious and bleeding.
Kleinschmidt was dead, with two large knife wounds in his
heart. I guess the second one was for insurance. He got Jim
in his right forearm, his right lung, and his left thigh. He nicked
Jim's femoral artery, which was what had gushed out all over
the damn place. Spock used his hands to apply pressure to
it, to keep our Captain from bleeding out. That was why he
came out with Jim, instead of using the communicator. He
didn't have a free hand at the time. He had one hand on Jim's
artery, and the other over the chest wound. It looked really
nasty. The blood loss was what made Jim pass out.

Once we had him cleaned up and stabilized, we could tell
that he was not too bad off. The wound to the lung was really
superficial. It came from the knife going through Jim's
forearm and hitting his chest. The extra meat between the hilt
and the lung kept the wound from being deep. M'Benga and I
got him all patched up in record time. The next morning he
woke up like he had just come from a mild workout. Spock
walked in just as Jim was stirring. I wonder how he does
that?

We gave him a short report. He gave Spock instructions on
what to do next, and promptly went back to sleep. The next
day, we took all of the "adventurers" back down to the planet
surface. Kirk met with the rightful leaders. We all had
translators on so we could communicate pretty well.
Kleinschmidt had forced their leaders to learn standard over
the year he had been on the surface, so he wouldn't have to
strain to speak to them. It never dawned on the asshole to
learn their language. They called themselves the Khoi, and
they spoke a musical language full of clicks. Away from
phasers and slavery, they smiled easily. They had been at
peace for a thousand years before humans fell from the sky.
They were artists and singers, and dealt in beauty. Humans
had shown them only ugliness.

Jim spoke with them at length about how wrong Kleinschmidt
and his crew had been. He destroyed the ship in front of them
after emptying its holds and transported all the debris out into
space. The only trace of the ship was a scorch mark on the
ground. He gave them a transmitter with instructions on its
use. They were given permission to use it if anyone else ever
came this way again and tried to enslave them. Those
people were so grateful, they began to bawl like babies.  The
head woman, Shandri was her name, hugged Jim so hard, I
could see him gasp in pain, but he refused to push her away.
Then he had all the men who had raped and plundered the
innocent world brought out onto the square. He asked
Shandri what she wanted to do with them. She walked away
and conferred with her council. She returned and these were
her exact words: "We are the Khoi. We are blessed of the
creator, who sent you here to save us and our children. We
never doubted that the Creator would deliver us from evil. You
are his agent and his wrath. It is not for us to do naught but
rejoice in our freedom and our return to the ways of the Khoi.
You must take them with you and guarantee they never return.
We do not wish else than we have received, our lives
returned to us." To think that Kleinschmidt called them
animals.

Jim put his head down and when he raised it, he had a smile
on his face that made me want to cry. It made him look so
vulnerable. I looked at Spock and his eyes were locked on
Jim. Jim bowed. I had never seen him bow to anyone before.
Then, he reached over and took both of Shandri's hands and
kissed them. We left. We took the survivors to the nearest
base. It was not that near. Nothing is out here. They were all
publicly executed after a short trial and we went back out to
star-mapping.

Kirk is fine. He had a small limp for a few days, but the last
time I saw him, he and Spock were working out in the gym.
Spock was reviewing Vulcan techniques to defend against
knife attacks with him, and Jim was listening intently. The
news programs picked it up of course. Starfleet made sure
they did. They wanted to use the episode to discourage
anybody else from even thinking about doing the same thing.
They made Kirk sound like he went in there guns blazing to
defend the innocents of a world. Not a single newscaster
talked about the fact that my Captain went into a building
against eight to one odds, to buy time for 137 children that he
had never seen and will never see. Not a single damn
broadcaster mentioned the fact that he let his squad be run
into a dead-end defile, rather than shoot a single Khoi. Only
one showed the scene of Spock carrying his bloody Captain
from the lodge, and the story they put with the picture was that
Kirk had a solo battle to the death with eight of the pirates,
killing them all.

I need some shoreleave and I'm taking my wonderfully brave
Captain with me and getting us both drunk. I'm going to take
good care of James Kirk until the day I die.

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