Title: Spock's Logs 10 Author: Istannor Series: TOS Part: 1/1
Rating: [PG13] Codes: Summary: We give our thanks to
Ambassador Spock's estate for allowing us to view these
records. It allows us an unusual insight into the process by
which the most famous Command team in Starfleet history
became a team.

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.

Spock's Logs 10

Stardate: 2021.6

My Captain is down on the planet Charon, being held in
confinement secondary to the indiscretions of Leonard
McCoy. Dr. McCoy has shown himself to be a fool and a
person who has little control over his verbal outbursts, even if
they endanger the lives of his crewmembers. I realize that my
Captain will find a way to resolve this issue; I do not doubt his
abilities in the slightest. However, I can only hope that the
cost of the compromise will not be too great. If it was my
choice, I would offer McCoy's services as an indentured
servant for a period of a month, in order to give them their
due recompense. That would serve as a useful lesson for the
Doctor to close his mouth, and it would be appropriate
revenge on the people of Charon. Perhaps my response is
illogical, but I would be remiss if I did not state my true
reaction to these events.

I admit to a feeling of unease despite the reassurances of the
Federation Envoy that the Captain and his party are in good
health and being well-treated. I can not identify the source of
this concern, yet it exists. I have notified Starfleet and they
have ordered me to remain in orbit and to not interfere under
any circumstances. I will obey my orders.

If they harm Jim, I will be displeased.

We have continued to settle into our friendship over the last
3.2 months since PSI 2000. I have begun to tell him stories of
my childhood and my early experiences at Starfleet. I had
never shared those stories with anyone previous to Jim. For
some unfathomable reason, I have not yet told him of the first
time I saw him while he was still at Starfleet Academy. I am
older than Jim and he entered the Academy at age 15. I
entered at age 18 as is the norm. Therefore we were actually
three years apart at the Academy. He was an upperclassman
and already famous when I first matriculated.

I was walking across the Academy Lawn, late one night, on
my way to my quarters from my studies in the science labs. I
was alone, as I always was in those days. I heard a muffled
scream from over behind a side building that lay 147.8
meters to my left, the astrophysics labs. If I had not been
Vulcan, the sound would have gone unnoted. I crossed
quickly and silently to ascertain if anyone was in serious
danger. At the time, hazing, and harassment of the Plebes
was routine and unfathomable to me. No, that is a
misstatement. The hazing reminded me of home.

I admit, I stood quietly in the shadows as a young plebe by
the name of Subodh Bisla, was forced down into the ground,
and forced to lick the mud off of the boots of a particularly ill-
tempered Upperclassman by the name of Vashti Simmons.
Simmons was in the company of four other young men who
were known to be equally offensive in their behavior. I was
undecided as to what I should do and could not logically
deduce what the correct human response would be. As I
stood frozen in place, I heard a command barked out from
the darkness that stretched out on the other side of the
building. James Kirk stepped into view in the company of
another man that I would learn later was Gary Mitchell.
"Attention." His voice made even me stand straighter in the
darkness where I stood. " What the heck do you think you are
doing," he asked them softly.

They tried to explain how they were just having a little fun
playing with a plebe and Jim continued to march straight for
them until he stood directly in front of all of them. He reached
down and pulled Bisla up and waited for the young man to
gather himself into some semblance of order and then he
quietly told him to leave, which the boy did with alacrity. Then
he turned to the offenders. Gary Mitchell had taken up a lazy
stance against the side of the building and had a half smile
on his face that I was only able to interpret years later. It
meant that Jim Kirk was mad and Gary knew it and was
settling in for the show.

Jim outranked them all, but he pulled off his shirt and folded it
quietly and handed it to Gary. "I told you to leave the plebes
alone, Simmons. You don't play with them, you try to humiliate
them. No-one can command a crew of men and women who
have had their egos destroyed. Since you do not understand
reason, obviously you need to go to a different type of
school." Simmons was 8.6 centimeters taller and 10
kilograms heavier than James Kirk, who was a small  18 year
old facing a 22 year old. I thought that I should leave and go
get a professor, but I stayed rooted to the spot.

The fight lasted 5.6 minutes. James Kirk rendered the young
man unconscious and then turned to the rest of the group. "I
have a new task for each and every one of you. You will
personally see to the welfare of the plebes. If any of them get
hurt, or humiliated, I will come looking for you five, not the
ones that did it. We need men and women in space that will
believe and have each other's best interest at heart. I will not
let you ruin any of them. Do you understand me?" They
screamed their assent. "Get out of here and take him with
you."

I was astonished. What he did was aggressive, violent,
effective, and somehow kind at the same time. I could not
leave; I was compelled to watch him. Gary Mitchell leaned off
of the building and strolled leisurely towards Jim and handed
him his shirt. " You know Jim, one day you are going to tire of
tilting at windmills. They are assholes and they will die in
space from stupidity. Why waste any blood and sweat on
them?"

Jim answered him with a phrase I came to know as his own.
"I do not believe in a no-win scenario, Gary. There is always
a chance that I can reach them. Look at you, you're still here."

"That's because I knew a good deal and latched onto your
coat-tails, Jim-Boy. Anyway, you know as long as I can read
your mind, I can pass any test. Come on, let's go meet our
dates. I want to get laid. You fighting and being a knight in
shining armor always makes me horny."

"You can't read my mind; you intuit the answers from my body
language and a breeze makes you horny, Gary."

"Sure your right, Jimboy, and don't knock breezes, they are
wunnerful things," Gary laughed and they walked slowly off
across the quads together.

I do not know why that story came to mind. I will tell Jim about
it when he returns to the ship.

Now, I will go and speak with the Federation envoy again. If I
do not hear from my Captain in 24hours, I believe I can make
an argument for an emergency beam-out based on the
defense that I was concerned that they had been illegally
kidnapped by a subversive element of the Charon political
underworld. If they were held without the consent of the
Charon government and there was no proof that the people
with whom I spoke were not being coerced, then my actions
could be construed as rational and legal. It is fortunate that
Vulcans are incapable of lying, unfortunately we can be
mistaken and my conviction that they were kidnapped may
be mistaken. I will learn to live with the chagrin of having been
proven to have been...misled.