Title: Spock's Logs 23 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 23 Stardate: "Alright, Leonard, we are going to have to go across the surface of this beastie until we reach Giotto. He's at 70 degrees north and 20 degrees east of us. I read the distance at 2.5km before we lost sight of him." "This thing is as big as a damn island and wet too." "Generally speaking, you're right, but no sense fretting about what we can't change. Let's go." wusuiksadkLJHLKUDKUSGauigiugilUGHIUGHIughiughilukgiluGHIUGIU GIUGHIUGHIUGIUHGIughyiugiugiughiluhiluHYIULYHIUYHIUYHIUYHILU HIUHIULHuilyhiluhiulGSIWEOUEOUOIPuojhsoHJSKHCKSLJAisuxyycva9 Iye98euSYHDIUSHAhisuhgiuhILUXZdiuSAYiusaYIUFYIUShcIUSAY978fy dsSYYFIUYDSiouyiuyiuyiuyhxiuzhciuYY789Y978YIUYIUYIUsyiuyfdiu ydfiue98w9e809YEEKSADHFkjhkluydfkuyUKSYUILYFHVGXZCBVLIRGHSFM JBXCIdasjgxzouivsadhbvmnAsuytiytxcvgsdhfgjkSD77YFIUADFHGVXZM CVYUgiugcxvhzxgfdixlyfsahfsduiUIYFDghdjlfgtyasdijsdgfjhgzxci uyejgsjscxtyausiaydusaiodfe7ywYIUSDFYisduhxciuIUYDFSUBXC Yuiiy "The noise is getting louder. Chand, are you reading this?" "Yes, Sir. I'm still reading you." "Good, keep this line open. None of us can communicate with the Enterprise. We'll use the up-link from our communicators to the Galileo and route it to your shuttle. We may be able to keep in contact with two systems boosting the signal. At least we can hear you now. " "Yes, Sir. Do you want me to move in closer?" "No, Laddy, but you come running if we call for you." "Scotty, I don't like this. How do we know this beast isn't going to sink with us on top of it?" "We don't. If you want to leave, get back in the shuttle, Doctor. I've got to go get the Captain and Mr. Spock." "Hell no, I'm not talking about leaving. I'm just saying I don't like this. Where are all those critters that are on the way here?" "Chand, how far are the Seadogs and how long do we have before they get here?" "They are moving at 35km/hr and you have. . .less than 7 minutes if they maintain speed. " "Message received. Can you contact Giotto yet?" "No, Sir." "Verra well. Maybe once we get closer, he can hear us. He and Chavez are moving towards Spock and the Captain now. Keep working on making contact with the Enterprise. Try boosting the signal some more with the auxiliary generator." "Yes, Sir." wusuiksadkLJHLKUDKUSGauigiugilUGHIUGHIughiughilukgiluGHIUGIU GIUGHIUGHIUGIUHGIughyiugiugiughiluhiluHYIULYHIUYHIUYHIUYHILU HIUHIULHuilyhiluhiulGSIWEOUEOUOIPuojhsoHJSKHCKSLJAisuxyycva9 Iye98euSYHDIUSHAhisuhgiuhILUXZdiuSAYiusaYIUFYIUShcIUSAY978fy dsSYYFIUYDSiouyiuyiuyiuyhxiuzhciuYY789Y978YIUYIUYIUsyiuyfdiu ydfiue98w9e809YEEKSADHFkjhkluydfkuyUKSYUILYFHVGXZCBVLIRGHSFM JBXCIdasjgxzouivsadhbvmnAsuytiytxcvgsdhfgjkSD77YFIUADFHGVXZM CVYUgiugcxvhzxgfdixlyfsahfsduiUIYFDghdjlfgtyasdijsdgfjhgzxci uyejgsjscxtyausiaydusaiodfe7ywYIUSDFYisduhxciuIUYDFSUBXC Yuiiy "Scotty, this singing noise is really getting on my damn nerves." "I find it to be rather relaxing really. Watch your step, there. There's something moving over the surface to your right. It wouldn't do to step on this beastie's nose or the like." "I can't see them." "They're in that direction, over the little hill." wusuiksadkLJHLKUDKUSGauigiugilUGHIUGHIughiughilukgiluGHIUGIU GIUGHIUGHIUGIUHGIughyiugiugiughiluhiluHYIULYHIUYHIUYHIUYHILU HIUHIULHuilyhiluhiulGSIWEOUEOUOIPuojhsoHJSKHCKSLJAisuxyycva9 Iye98euSYHDIUSHAhisuhgiuhILUXZdiuSAYiusaYIUFYIUShcIUSAY978fy dsSYYFIUYDSiouyiuyiuyiuyhxiuzhciuYY789Y978YIUYIUYIUsyiuyfdiu ydfiue98w9e809YEEKSADHFkjhkluydfkuyUKSYUILYFHVGXZCBVLIRGHSFM JBXCIdasjgxzouivsadhbvmnAsuytiytxcvgsdhfgjkSD77YFIUADFHGVXZM CVYUgiugcxvhzxgfdixlyfsahfsduiUIYFDghdjlfgtyasdijsdgfjhgzxci uyejgsjscxtyausiaydusaiodfe7ywYIUSDFYisduhxciuIUYDFSUBXC Yuiiy "How big is this damn thing?" "Well, let's just say, it's big enough to plant crops on and leave it at that. " "There, there, I just saw something move. . . come on!" "Doctor! Chand, keep us up to date about the Seadogs. The Doctor has gotten his second wind. If they are too close and you can't contact us, shoot off a laser flare." "Yes, Sir. Your signal is steady for now. As long as I stay within a 20km radius, you are clear." "Then stay that close. I have to go. Yon Doctor is sprinting for the Captain. I didn't know he could run that fast." "I'm going to kill that damn Vulcan." "Well, you need to reach him first, Doctor. Don't tucker yourself out running full out, do a steady jog." wusuiksadkLJHLKUDKUSGauigiugilUGHIUGHIughiughilukgiluGHIUGIU GIUGHIUGHIUGIUHGIughyiugiugiughiluhiluHYIULYHIUYHIUYHIUYHILU HIUHIULHuilyhiluhiulGSIWEOUEOUOIPuojhsoHJSKHCKSLJAisuxyycva9 Iye98euSYHDIUSHAhisuhgiuhILUXZdiuSAYiusaYIUFYIUShcIUSAY978fy dsSYYFIUYDSiouyiuyiuyiuyhxiuzhciuYY789Y978YIUYIUYIUsyiuyfdiu ydfiue98w9e809YEEKSADHFkjhkluydfkuyUKSYUILYFHVGXZCBVLIRGHSFM JBXCIdasjgxzouivsadhbvmnAsuytiytxcvgsdhfgjkSD77YFIUADFHGVXZM CVYUgiugcxvhzxgfdixlyfsahfsduiUIYFDghdjlfgtyasdijsdgfjhgzxci uyejgsjscxtyausiaydusaiodfe7ywYIUSDFYisduhxciuIUYDFSUBXC Yuiiy "Giotto?" "Yes, Sir." "We're just over the rise. We'll be there in a few seconds. Have you reached them yet?" "Yes. Sir. They're both unresponsive, and . . .the Captain looks bad. I can barely get a pulse." "Giotto, can you get him hooked up to the life pack?" "No, Dr. McCoy, there isn't one anywhere near him. If he had one on, It's gone." "Shit. I have an extra one. I'm on the way." "There. I see them and that music finally stopped. " "I'm too old for this shit. Move to the other side, Giotto." "Mr. Scott, this is Chand. The creatures have accelerated. You have three minutes." "I read you, Chand. Doctor. . ." "I heard him, damn it. Jim's vitals are dropping off the scale. We can't move him yet. Give me the life-pack." "Mr. Scott, do you feel that?" "The thing's moving. Dr. McCoy, we need to go. Now!" "One second." "Okay, he's on. Everything's going back up. Let's go. Who's carrying Spock?" "We have, Mr. Spock. Let's move, gentleman. Chand?" "Chand?" "No response. We'll wait until we clear the rise and try again." "There's a flare. The Seadogs are close." "Chand, do you read me?" "Chand, do you read me?" "Mr. Scott, I lost your signal for a moment. They're coming from all sides. You're cut off from the shuttle. I repeat; you are cut off from the shuttle. I will bring the Atlantis in to you to pick you up. " "Negative, you don't have enough battery power to bring it to us, land, and lift off with the increased load." "I can do it, Sir. I know I can. There are more of them coming up out of the water every second. You can not get through them to the shuttle. Do you see them yet?" "Oh, my God." "We see them." "I'm moving the shuttle." "It's too late, Laddy. We're surrounded." "Sir, what do you want to do?" "Maybe, if you fire at the ones between us and the shuttle, we can. . ." "No! They aren't hurting us. Remember one of the big ones brought Jim back to the surface. Wait, see what they want." "Sir..." "We don't want to start a fight with Jim and Spock both unconscious." "Good point, Doctor. Chavez, let's put Mr. Spock down and take up your position over there. If we need to move fast, you cover me, and I'll carry him. " "The Doctor's right, Giotto. We can always shoot. Let's see what the beasties want." "Very well, but if they make any aggressive moves, I request permission to fire." "Permission granted. What are they waiting for?" "Who the hell are you asking? Maybe they're waiting for the 'soups on' bell to ring." "They are herbivores, Doctor." "Your flights of fancy are needlessly distracting." "Spock!" "Mr. Spock, how are you feeling?" "Curious as to how you got here and how we became surrounded by the Seadogs, Mr. Scott, but otherwise, I am well. How is the Captain?" "Alive, no thanks to you, damn you." "Fortunately, I do not have the time or energy to argue with you, Doctor. Here they come." "Wait, Giotto. Don't fire yet." "Mr. Scott. . ." "Mr. Giotto, now would not be a good time to shoot. They are attempting to communicate." "Dammit, my head is throbbing. What are they doing?" "Mine too, Doctor, so you're not imagining things." "Sir, I am hearing something, a noise, a new humming sound." "You are hearing the faintest echo of the Song, Mr. Giotto." wusuElllllllldddddddeeeerrrsssssGauigiugilUollllddddughiughi lukgiluGHIUGIUSSSIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGrrlllllllldddddduojhsoHJSK HCKSLJAisuxyycva9Iye98euSYHDIUSHAhisuhgiuhILUXZdiuSAYiusaYIU FYIUShcIUSAY978fydsSYYFIUYDSiouyiuySingggggggggciuYY789Y978Y IUYIUYIUsyiuyfdiuydfiue98w9e809YEEKSADHFkjhkluydfkuySonggggg gggggADFHGVXZMCVYUAllllixlyfsahfsduiUIYFDghdjlfgtyasdijsdgfj hgzxciuyejgsjscxtyausiaydusaiodfe7ywYIUSDSongggggggiuIUYDFSU BXCYuiiy "I'll be damned. That noise is coming from them. Are all of those things making that sound?" "It appears so." "It's too loud!" "I do not believe we have any choice but to tolerate the decibels, Doctor. They are moving closer. Do not make any threatening gestures." "Us make threatening gestures! We're in the middle of the damn ocean surrounded by singing seals, floating on the biggest damn hairball I've ever seen and you tell us not to threaten them?" "Leonard, me lad, at least we're still breathing air versus water." "Hmmph, how close are they going to get?" "Mr. Scott!" "Stand-by, Chand. We're fine for now." "You may be fine, Scotty, but I have a damn waterdog breathing seaweed in my face." "Thank-you for that insight, Doctor. Wait, do you hear that? Do you hear that, Chand? The Song has changed." "I am getting the signal, Mr. Scott." "Put it through the Universal translator, Mr. Chand." "Is that you, Mr. Spock?" "Yes, Mr. Chand. Use the program that combines harmonic communication scales." "Yes, Sir. I'm putting it through the translator. We're getting a translation. . .now. Patching it though." "OLD SING SONG SING SONG HEAT ENDS OLD SONG SING SONG" "Mr. Chand, send this through the translation program." "Ready, Mr. Spock." "Heat ends. Song Ends. Heat not world. youngling heat. Song not heat. Heat not Song. Heat youngling, not Song. Sings not Song. Heat not sing not world. Song Old not heat not old." "Send that. Mr. Chand." "What the hell is that. . ." "Shush, Doctor. Let him speak." "HEAT ENDS SONG NOT SING YOUNGLING SINGS HEAT SONG" "Heat hears Song sings Song Heat not world Song ends youngling heat Sings not song Heat not world youngling not sing not Song not sing" "YOUNGLINGS NOT SONG NOT SING NOT HEAT YOUNGLING HEAT NOT SING NOT SONG" "Heat youngling." "HEAT SING." "Heat youngling. Not sing world" "SONG ENDS" "Heat ends Song Sings heat sings heat ends" "HEAT YOUNGLING" "Heat youngling." "YOUNGLING NO SING" "Youngling no sing heat no sing heat no world" "HEAT NO WORLD NO SONG SONG ENDS HEAT." wusuiksadkLJHLKUDKUSGauigiugilUGHIUGHIughiughilukgiluGHIUGIU GIUGHIUGHIUGIUHGIughyiugiugiughiluhiluHYIULYHIUYHIUYHIUYHILU HIUHIULHuilyhiluhiulGSIWEOUEOUOIPuojhsoHJSKHCKSLJAisuxyycva9 Iye98euSYHDIUSHAhisuhgiuhILUXZdiuSAYiusaYIUFYIUShcIUSAY978fy dsSYYFIUYDSiouyiuyiuyiuyhxiuzhciuYY789Y978YIUYIUYIUsyiuyfdiu ydfiue98w9e809YEEKSADHFkjhkluydfkuyUKSYUILYFHVGXZCBVLIRGHSFM JBXCIdasjgxzouivsadhbvmnAsuytiytxcvgsdhfgjkSD77YFIUADFHGVXZM CVYUgiugcxvhzxgfdixlyfsahfsduiUIYFDghdjlfgtyasdijsdgfjhgzxci uyejgsjscxtyausiaydusaiodfe7ywYIUSDFYisduhxciuIUYDFSUBXC Yuiiy "Scotty, Jim's lifepack alarm is going off. Get us back to the ship!" "Heat not end heat not sing song not end." wusuiksadkLJHLKUDKUSGauigiugilUGHIUGHIughiughilukgiluGHIUGIU GIUGHIUGHIUGIUHGIughyiugiugiughiluhiluHYIULYHIUYHIUYHIUYHILU HIUHIULHuilyhiluhiulGSIWEOUEOUOIPuojhsoHJSKHCKSLJAisuxyycva9 Iye98euSYHDIUSHAhisuhgiuhILUXZdiuSAYiusaYIUFYIUShcIUSAY978fy dsSYYFIUYDSiouyiuyiuyiuyhxiuzhciuYY789Y978YIUYIUYIUsyiuyfdiu ydfiue98w9e809YEEKSADHFkjhkluydfkuyUKSYUILYFHVGXZCBVLIRGHSFM JBXCIdasjgxzouivsadhbvmnAsuytiytxcvgsdhfgjkSD77YFIUADFHGVXZM CVYUgiugcxvhzxgfdixlyfsahfsduiUIYFDghdjlfgtyasdijsdgfjhgzxci uyejgsjscxtyausiaydusaiodfe7ywYIUSDFYisduhxciuIUYDFSUBXC Yuiiy HEAT NOT END "I'll be damned. His vitals are coming back to baseline." "Mr. Scott! The Seadogs have started to leave and the big one you are on is starting to sink, fast. " "Got it, Chand. Let's move." "Chavez, pick up the Captain." "No, I have him Mr. Giotto." "Okay, let's move out, Mr. Spock, this island is getting wet." "Put him in the berth in the back. I'll stay back there with him." "Mr. Scott, close the hatch. Do we have enough power to take off?" "We don't have a lot left but we don't have any choice. We're sinking fast." "Mr. Chand, can you signal the Enterprise yet?" "No, Sir." "Very well. We will attempt to attain orbit. Follow us as close as safety will permit. Mr. Scott, shutdown all non- essential systems and redirect life support to the auxiliary engines." "Done." "Initiating lift-off." "20meters, Mr. Spock." "200meters" "1000meters" "The interference is dissipating. The main engines are coming on line." "Shuttle Galileo, this is the Enterprise. Are you receiving us?" "Enterprise, this is the shuttle Galileo. Shuttle Atlantis is intact and following." "Mr. Spock?" "Yes, Lt. Uhura, it is I." "The Captain?" "Alive." "Thank God." "We will be arriving in. . .8.36minutes. Have a medical team ready at the Shuttlebay." "Yes, Sir." "Spock." "Yes, Dr. McCoy?" "You might want to come back here. Jim is calling your name. God knows why, considering you almost killed him." "He is. . ." "Not awake, but he's coming around." "I. . ." "Mr. Spock, I am quite able to land a wee shuttle. Go on, Lad." "Call me if you require my assistance, Mr. Scott." "That I will, but I don't think I'll be calling you." "Chand, you still there?" "Yes, Sir. All systems are on line and humming." "Alright, Chand. I'm going to go to intra-ship and turn off the up-link. We don't need it anymore. Everybody is on their way home. By the way, good job Lad. We can cut the scrubbing of the engines by hand to just one week, and you can use a regular brush. Tis a good way to learn to never let a Vulcan grab your neck." "Uh, thanks, Sir. Chand out."