Title: Spock's Logs 20 Author: Istannor Series: TOS Part: 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 20 The away team is missing. I must compose my thoughts. I'm having trouble concentrating. This egregious lack of control is not compromising my abilities to function as acting captain of the Enterprise. I have given all the appropriate orders and I have made the correct personnel moves based on current indication. It is now time for me to demonstrate my recognition of my role as acting captain of the Enterprise is to demonstrate leadership qualities by my actions. I do not feel like a leader at this time, but perhaps I can act in a manner to convince the uncertain. Jim has often said: "Appearance is more than everything, sometimes it is the only thing". I am not certain how long they have been missing. Because I had told my Captain that there were no obvious dangers on this planet, we had moved to mandatory 30 minute check-ins. They did not make their last check in and we have not been able to locate a signal from them. I have called back all the personnel who were on the planet's surface. I am forced to wait for the arrival of each and every one before I can leave the ship to investigate the disappearance of the shuttle. Regulations require me to make sure everyone is aboard and that I have signed off to Mr. Scott prior to my departure from the ship. I find myself requiring the use of this Log in order to make myself stay on the ship as we wait for Mr. Scott to return. I recognize it is not his fault he is not available right now. Yet, this recognition does nothing to lessen my sense of impatience. I shall meditate on the futility of impatience. My Captain is missing. We do not know where he is and we do not know what has happened to him and the seven crew members who accompanied him. All we can be certain of is the fact that the away team is no longer responding to our signals. We also know the shuttle's Tracking device is not registering on our sensors. Since the only humans aboard the planet are our crew, I have surmised if I remove all human presence from the planet's surface, the only remaining human shall be our away teams. I will use this tool to locate my Captain and the rest of our team. I shall not attempt to excuse my present behavior and my lack of emotional control. I recognize this demonstrates a deficiency in my abilities and training. I experience a heightened sense of discomfort at times such as this. We have attempted all reasonable means of contacting the shuttle and yielded nothing but continued silence. I also am experiencing a strange unease, which is not well formulated. I do not sense pain, death, or lack of consciousness. I. . .feel the hint of an altered sense, an unusual noise, throbbing behind my skull. I have never sensed this before. Perhaps it is telepathic in nature. I suspect this in retrospect. I should have made the deduction earlier. When Jim was lulled to sleep on the back on the Sea Dog, I made the assumption that alcohol was the major culprit. I was in error, I now believe. He has never been intoxicated in my presence, and certainly never on landfall on a new world. My. . .internal, unspoken, beliefs about the irrationality of Humans, contaminated my logic. I shall labor to correct this. Jim would sing to them, and play a most illogical game of fetch with his two favorite Sea Dogs. How ironic if they are the agent of his demise. Spock, here. No, Mr. Scott, nothing. Wait in the shuttle bay. I shall be there shortly. Have Dr. M'Benga meet us in the shuttle bay and notify security that we are ready to depart. End Log