Title: Spock's Logs 22 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 22 Stardate: I hear it flowing through my essence, giving music to the stars. I hear them sing notes without sounds, in voices without utterance. They are old, beyond my comprehension, old and not of this world. Here they landed, back in the mists of time and made their place in the abyss, in the deepest seas. No-one who has come has stayed. None that have seen have heard. . .until now. We see them, hear them, sing the Song in our meager voices, weak but audible and they rejoice in our voices. Do you not understand: to Sing is all? Those who Sing are changed and those who change, hear the Song. < . . .> I will continue to dictate this Log. It may be all I leave behind. Understand, I wish my Captain no harm. I do what I must. I ask forgiveness for disabling Lt. Chand and Ensign Jones. It was necessary. Kaadith. If I survive this encounter, I shall address the gaps in our security which allowed me to take my unconscious Captain from Sickbay to the Shuttle Bay. I believe a coded lock on the access tunnels would prevent unauthorized access by restricted personnel. I should not have been able to remove Jim from Sickbay and succeed in reaching the Shuttle. I also will make sure that only crew coded for egress shall have access to the shuttle bay. Any precautions I take will not prevent my Captain, or myself and Mr. Scott, from circumventing them, but others will be slowed. Jim is in the rear cabin. I have attached his monitors to the portable Life Pack. The batteries will last as long as I will require, so I may do what I must. I must call the Elders to the surface. I must plead with them to pull Jim back. I must convince them that he is not changed, even though he Sings. Ah . . .he flies past a binary star and dives into the corona of the child, then he skims along a flare of the parent. Stars: parent and child, they sing together as one. I see. . .life unimaginable, in the heart of a star, it lives and thinks fiery thoughts. Life. Jim . . .touches it, hears its song. Freedom, he sings of freedom and the joy of discovery. He dreams. . . he thinks. . . and does in his dream what he would will us to do in his ship. . ..if he could. I lifted him from the Biobed, and his head fell against my chest. I felt. . .fear that I had chosen the wrong path. My word, my honor. . .I would never harm him. Never. McCoy will be incensed. I ask forgiveness, Doctor, but the cause was sufficient. The Song grows loud in my head. I am landing near the surface of the water, at the place we recovered Jim. I will set the inertial dampers to maintain station exactly two meters above the surface. I begin the call. If I am drawn into the Song and lose my way, I regret my weakness. Jim will die, if this occurs. < . . . > Leave us both here, on this world. We do not belong on our worlds of birth. Our home is space. If the soul exists, we both will fly in the Song, forever. Jim, we must go to the door. We will wait for the Elders. I am disconnecting you from the monitors. We live or die in this time, as we came into this reality, shorn of everything but ourselves. A'tha azh kyani. I call. wwisshaalomnaaaaijsssuthanjhussmmannigwanndoathaanmmkas adommmithanjuubnnsjjwhhaujjkkwakwwanmdsimmmdishllmLLLLMIHOSH AJNnkanlsaNLJL;loajsakjlkjLKJLIJUPJnlknlsklkjlkIAAopljpl;Jpp ojpjpo;l;k;k;(PUU(GSUYATYGGLIJIIH:IHH:IYUYH:KASGHLUytggdashg dsuaYGUIGDUIGYUIgbjlgsdyuUUtgsuyytdyughGSJDGSYGTShgUITDSYAIY ISAGJHGSDUYzaguysFSIU7ytisfigsadgjzxgUDFYSFgtudystuoTFYDSFYS DFGyzgudygfYDG wusuiksadkLJHLKUDKUSGauigiugilUGHIUGHIughiughilukgiluGHIUGIU GIUGHIUGHIUGIUHGIughyiugiugiughiluhiluHYIULYHIUYHIUYHIUYHILU HIUHIULHuilyhiluhiulGSIWEOUEOUOIPuojhsoHJSKHCKSLJAisuxyycva9 Iye98euSYHDIUSHAhisuhgiuhILUXZdiuSAYiusaYIUFYIUShcIUSAY978fy dsSYYFIUYDSiouyiuyiuyiuyhxiuzhciuYY789Y978YIUYIUYIUsyiuyfdiu ydfiue98w9e809YEEKSADHFkjhkluydfkuyUKSYUILYFHVGXZCBVLIRGHSFM JBXCIdasjgxzouivsadhbvmnAsuytiytxcvgsdhfgjkSD77YFIUADFHGVXZM CVYUgiugcxvhzxgfdixlyfsahfsduiUIYFDghdjlfgtyasdijsdgfjhgzxci uyejgsjscxtyausiaydusaiodfe7ywYIUSDFYisduhxciuIUYDFSUBXC Yuiiy wwisshaalomnaaaaijsssuthanjhussmmannigwanndoathaanmmkas adommmithanjuubnnsjjwhhaujjkkwakwwanmdsimmmdishllmLLLLMIHOSH AJNnkanlsaNLJL;loajsakjlkjLKJLIJUPJnlknlsklkjlkIAAopljpl;Jpp ojpjpo;l;k;k;(PUU(GSUYATYGGLIJIIH:IHH:IYUYH:KASGHLUytggdashg dsuaYGUIGDUIGYUIgbjlgsdyuUUtgsuyytdyughGSJDGSYGTShgUITDSYAIY ISAGJHGSDUYzaguysFSIU7ytisfigsadgjzxgUDFYSFgtudystuoTFYDSFYS DFGyzgudygfYDGjjIMjIM jiAMS Jim jaiMAIJSiajsiamsmJim Jima sjaojsaisjIJIAJS Kairk JiajIS kIKaijsio Kirk ijhIJpsj aJSHIjijJim Kirk asuohas0ds Jmakes Jmaes KkiJISKirk Ah. Come. Hear me. I sing. I SINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG! Mr. Spock! This is Scotty. There is a disturbance under the Shuttle. Mr. Spock move the shuttle! Mr. Spock, please respond. Respond! Goddamn you, Spock. Answer us. Bring my patient back! Mr. Spock, turn off the signal inhibitor. We need to beam you out. I repeat, there are two life-forms approaching you from below. Mr. Spock! They are huge! Mr. Spock! Lt. Chand, position us over the shuttle access hatch on top. We can get into it from there since the transporters and remote control won't work. Closer, closer. Chand, we're through the outer access panel. I'll leave the com link open. Okay, prepare for transfer of personnel. Lt. Chand keep this ship close enough for me to spit on it. We're going to grab them and come back up through the access panel. Yes, Sir, Mr. Scott. Giotto, only use the phaser if you absolutely have to. Jim may not survive even a light stun in his condition. I understand, Dr. McCoy. We'll go in first, Mr. Scott. Neither one of you have a chance of subduing a full grown Vulcan. Security is trained to do this, and we're wearing the right stuff for it. These dive suits are battle ready and you're not, if you pardon my honesty, Sirs. Vera Well. Do it, but don't hurt the lads, if you can help yourself. ISingwwisshaalomnaaaaijsssuthanjhussmmannigwanndoathaanmmkas adommmithanjuubnnsjjwhhaujjkkwakwwanmdsimmmdishllmLLLLMIHOSH AJNnkanlsaNLJL;loajsakjlkjLKJLIJUPJnlknlsklkjlkIAAopljpl;Jpp ojpjpo;l;k;k;(PUU(GSUYATYGGLIJIIH:IHH:IYUYH:KASGHLUytggdashg dsuaYGUIGDUIGYUIgbjlgsdyuUUtgsuyytdyughGSJDGSYGTShgUITDSYAIY ISAGJHGSDUYzaguysFSIU7ytisfigsadgjzxgUDFYSFgtudystuoTFYDSFYS DFGyzgudygfYDGjjIMjIM jiAMS Jim jaiMAIJSiajsiamsmJim Jima sjaojsaisjIJIAJS Kairk JiajIS kIKaijsio Kirk ijhIJpsj aJSHIjijJim Kirk asuohas0ds Jmakes Jmaes KkiJISKirk Depressurization normal. Inner access panel opening. Preparing to transfer crew. Mr. Spock? Spock! Damn, the man jumped. There, in the water, Giotto, get down there! Get them! Enterprise, you have our location. We have four men in the water. Lock on to them! What do you mean you can't lock on to them? Giotto, are you receiving me? Dammit. Lt. Chand, move your shuttle down towards them. Get weapons on-line. We can't get a lock from the transporter room. Something is breaking up the signal. Mr. Scott, it's too late. Look at that. Oh. . .my. . .God. < rummmmmmmmmmmmmmmbbbbbbbbbblllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeee> Jesus H. Christ, Scotty. I've never seen the like, Doctor. Mr. Chand, target the beasts. Don't fire until I give you word, Mr. Scott, targeting computer is unresponsive. < . . .> What else? Mr. Scott, all subspace communications, sensors, weapons systems, and main engines are unresponsive. I have intraship comm lines available and emergency battery power for the engines, only. We have lost contact with the Enterprise. Damn. Scotty, do you see any of them? No, Dr. McCoy, all I see is that . . . thing. The Mountain has come to Muhammad. I will be damned. Where are they? I can't see Jim, Spock or the divers. I don't have a blasted clue, Dr. McCoy, and none of the sensors are working. Chand, see if you can use the manual air jets to move your shuttle further away. The last thing we need is for us to collide and all hit the water. Manual controls are functioning. I am positioning the shuttle fifty meters above you. Mr. Scott. We have sufficient battery power for twenty minutes of function. There's the other one coming to the surface, Dr. McCoy. Can you feel the air? It's supercharged. Mr. Scott, the ship's proximity sensors are on line and going off. We have objects approaching from all directions. What are they, Chand? I can see them. Seadogs, hundreds of them, all sizes, but none as large as what you see in front of you. Scotty, oh my God, do you hear it? I can hear it now. Do you hear it? ISingwwisshaalomnaaaaijsssuthanjhussmmannigwanndoathaanmmkas adommmithanjuubnnsjjwhhaujjkkwakwwanmdsimmmdishllmLLLLMIHOSH AJNnkanlsaNLJL;loajsakjlkjLKJLIJUPJnlknlsklkjlkIAAopljpl;Jpp ojpjpo;l;k;k;(PUU(GSUYATYGGLIJIIH:IHH:IYUYH:KASGHLUytggdashg dsuaYGUIGDUIGYUIgbjlgsdyuUUtgsuyytdyughGSJDGSYGTShgUITDSYAIY ISAGJHGSDUYzaguysFSIU7ytisfigsadgjzxgUDFYSFgtudystuoTFYDSFYS DFGyzgudygfYDGjjIMjIM jiAMSpockJim jaiMAIJSiajsiamsmJimJimasjaojsaisjIJIAJS KairkJiajISkIKaijsioKirkijhIJpsj aJSHIjijJimKirkasuohas0dspockJmakespockJmaespockKkiJISKirk Look, Mr. Scott, on the biggest one. Can you see them? All four of them are in that skin fold. That's Giotto moving now. He's going towards the Captain. What's that? The mountain just hit us in the ass. It looks like we are on its surface. I hope it doesn't mind. Let's go. Bring your equipment, Doctor. If we live, you'll need it. Be careful, Leonard, the skin is wet and verra slippery. < . . .>