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Star Trek: The Original Series [Enemy Unseen--Part 2] (standard:Fan Fiction, 1609 words) [2/2] show all parts | |||
Author: Captain Kirk | Added: Aug 20 2002 | Views/Reads: 2785/2099 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
The Enterprise has lost contact with the landing party, and things are beginning to spiral out of control. Kirk has been captured by the enemy, the Enterprise has detected an unidentified, cloaked ship in close proximity, and Spock & McCoy are at odds | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story "Doctor, there are more than a dozen of the enemy congregated at the Captain's location. The odds of our three phasers overpowering their dozen plus disruptors is astronomical, not to mention that we do not employ the element of surprise. If we are to rescue the Captain, we will have to wait until a more logical opportunity presents itself to us." Spock still did not release McCoy's arm. "What says they won't kill him before your 'logical opportunity' presents itself, Spock?" McCoy was enraged, but didn't fight the Vulcan's grip. "Because their disruptors were set to stun, Doctor. Were they looking to kill us, the Captain would already be dead." "Do you even give a damn that Jim is back there, surrounded by God knows what?" McCoy asked in disgust. "Of course, Doctor," Spock began, but was not surprised in the least when he was again cut off. "You green blooded, inhuman, logic spitting viper..." He cursed, then turned away and headed toward the mining camp. Ensign Davis fell in behind McCoy, with Spock bringing up the rear. As they walked the final steps to Nexus Iota, Spock again checked his tricorder to satisfy himself that their pursuers were no longer following closely behind. McCoy was the first to break the jungle treeline into the clearing where the settlement was located, and bolted upright before falling on his rear as he did so. "Force field," Spock concluded emotionlessly from behind. "How'd you guess?" McCoy answered sarcastically. "This field is being controlled by a central power generator within the camp. Fascinating." Spock recorded the information into his tricorder. "So how do we get inside?" Ensign Davis asked, turning to the more experienced officers. "Well, they knew we were coming..." McCoy grumbled as he stood up and brushed the soil from his blue uniform top. "Indeed, Doctor, and they have come to allow us safe passage, as per their word." Spock pointed through the invisible shield at a small procession of aliens similar to the one Kirk had spoken to on the bridge of the ship. The beings approached and analyzed their visitors for a few seconds, then waved them inside. * * * Jim Kirk awoke with a horrible headache, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. He sat up slowly in his bed, trying to figure out what he was doing and where he was. No, he wasn't in his bed, he was lying on a...slab of rock? Indeed, he shuffled his weight off an aching hip and realized that he was lying on a heavy slab of roughly chiseled rock. He managed to sit up, throwing his legs over the edge of the thing, and rubbed his acing temples. His shoulder and back pulsed with a stinging pain, and his neck was stiff. He began to remember running through the jungle, falling, seeing nothing but the crimson red sky of Gamma Hydra V, then disruptor blasts fell onto him like a poisonous rain. He blinked the blurriness out of his eyes, and then looked around at the small room he was in. Three rock walls fell into sight around him, and the roof was also made of rock. He stepped onto the floor, also rock, and realized the intense pain shooting through his body begging him to lie down again. He refused, and walked forward to the mouth of the small cave he was in, only to find that the opening was sealed with an invisible force field. Beyond it were corridors of rock leading away from him, out of sight to his left and right. A red hue was cast in the hall and his cell by torches that were nailed to the outside corridor every ten feet or so. "Well, if I've died I've certainly missed heaven." Kirk sighed, and then struck at the force field again to satisfy himself that it would not give. "Be careful with your strength, human. If you wish to recover from your capture, you'll need it. And you haven't died, but you're right about one thing. This is not heaven." A snarl and a chuckle followed the hidden voice's statement, then the cavern once again slowly died into silence. "Who's there?" Kirk demanded. No reply. "Who's there, I said. This is Captain James Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise, United Federation of Planets. Speak again if you're not too afraid..." Kirk dared. "We fear no humans, especially not Federation humans. Your inferior intellect and physical stamina merely provide us with entertainment." Another sinister chuckle followed. "Then, if you've no fear, show yourself!" Kirk shouted. He stepped back and waited, listening to the silence and breathing heavily in the stale air. He knew he must be underground, but where? Suddenly, just in front of him, beyond the shielded entrance to his cave cell, two small, bright red lights appeared just inches apart. Kirk stared at the lights for a few seconds, and then slowly realized that they were not lights, but eyes. The longer he stared, the more in focus the being came. Kirk's mouth gaped slightly as the creature moved toward him, suddenly becoming all too visible. It was huge, at least eight feet tall and as broad as an Albazian strongman. It moved slowly forward, bringing itself into the light of a nearby torch. "Who are you?" Kirk asked. "Your keeper." Was the cackled answer. It moved closer and removed a hood, revealing a large, black head shaped much like an earth crocodile, or a Gorn, Kirk thought unpleasantly. It arrived at Kirk's shielded cell door and growled at him, then replaced its hood and moved back into the shadows. Once there, its stillness made it all but vanish to Kirk's eyes, and if not for the fact that it had just introduced itself, he would never have believed in its presence. "What is to be done with me?" Kirk asked, though he hated to do it. He was almost glad there was no response, and didn't press for one. Tweet
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