This is my take on what might have happened if Kirk's era came in contact with the Dominion. I hope you like it and comments are appreciated. You can also see it on adastra, as well.
PRE-CONTACT: PART 1
“Mister Spock, are you sure this ion storm isn’t dangerous?”
Spock cast a sidelong glance at Captain Kirk. “The storm is of a very low-level intensity. Doubtless it will subside very soon.”
Kirk tapped his fingers anxiously on the railing between himself and his First Officer. “Yes, but it was extremely dangerous before we arrived, and we haven’t gotten any word from the Halkan’s. We really need to send someone down to the planet and assess damage now.”
Spock sighed and turned wholly around to face him. “Firstly, Captain, we have not heard from the Halkan’s because there is still enough ion interference to impede such attempts. If it is a great cause of concern, I could assemble a team to travel onboard a shuttlecraft to evaluate the damage done to Halkan now, if you are impatient so.” Spock raised a wry eyebrow. “But I would refrain from using the transporter.”
Kirk laughed. “Yes,” he agreed, grinning, “I could do without a Terran Empire.”
The turbolift swooshed open suddenly, and Doctor McCoy came blustering in, clearly with something to say.
“Jim,” he said loudly, “I demand you let me go down there and make sure those people are alright. I can’t stand waiting in sickbay for a casualty report!”
“Bones, Bones,” Kirk said calmingly, taking McCoy by the shoulder and leading him over to Spock. “We’ve just had that settled. You and Spock here are going to take a shuttle down to Halkan and see what’s going on down there.”
McCoy sighed gratefully. “Thank God, Jim. I couldn’t-.” He cut off. “Wait a minute!” He spluttered, “I have to go down with him?”
Kirk smiled, and he could see it causing McCoy to go red in the face. “I don’t just need a doctor going planetside, I need a scientist too. Someone has to assess the planetary damage caused by the storm.”
“Then send Scotty along,” he said matter-of-factly with a scowl.
“Scotty’s got enough to do as it is. Mister Spock is coming along.”
When McCoy opened his mouth to protest, Kirk added, “I’ll pull rank if I have to, Bones.”
McCoy’s frown deepened, and he harrumphed in grudging submission.
Spock was regarding them both with a look that said something between “Do you have a problem with me?”, “When did I volunteer for this mission?” and his usual “Why are humans so emotional?” look.
Herding the pair into the turbolift, Kirk added, “And I want the two of you back in one piece. Don’t tear each other apart.”
The turbolift doors hissed shut, and Spock was left with a doctor whipping up some very creative adjectives.
Scotty was waiting for them in the shuttle bay.
“Mister Spock, I’m nae sa sure this’s a good idea,” he said, falling into pace with them.
“Damn right, Scotty. I’d take you over him,” McCoy grumbled.
Spock cast a contemptuous glance over his shoulder at McCoy who was trailing behind him, but didn’t comment. “Why is that, Mister Scott?”
“Aye, well, sir… it’s just… I’ve got a bad feelin’ ‘bout this,” Scotty said, looking slightly embarrassed that he was trying to hold up the First Officer because of a hunch.
Spock stopped and turned to him. “And why is that, Mister Scott?” he asked, a reprimand thinly veiled in his words. “I do not believe I have to explain to you the illogic of delaying this mission because of a ‘feeling’.”
Scotty looked downcast. “I do nae no what ‘tis exactly. I’ve just gae a bad feelin’ ‘bout it.”
Spock took the several paces it took to reach the waiting shuttle and turned back to Scotty. “It is quite alright, Mister Scott. I am aware that, as a human, you are inclined to follow such a hunch.”
“They sure prove themselves to be right, half the time,” McCoy snapped irately. “Sometimes it’s all we have to go on.”
Spock inclined his head. “However, such is not the case right now. The ion storm is very weak, and even if it were to increase in force, it could not do so fast enough to cause any severe harm to the shuttle or any onboard.”
“Sometimes things are just chance, Mister Spock,” McCoy growled.
“But more often yet, it is not merely ‘chance’,” he replied, shaking his head. “It is caused by other occurrences or events that act in a chain-reaction or independently. Either way, it is never by chance.”
McCoy crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance, and Scotty shifted from foot to foot awkwardly.
Choosing now to ignore the doctor who was grumbling quietly to himself, Spock turned to Scotty and asked, “Was that all, Mister Scott?”
Scotty nodded, though he looked like he wanted to say more. “Yes. T’was all.”
“Very well then, Mister Scott. Please clear the shuttle bay.”
Sighing in resignation, Scotty walked away, calling at any crewman present to clear the area.
Motioning for McCoy to follow him, Spock slid into the shuttle, the newly christened Jamboree (the point of naming a shuttle after a synonym for “party” eluded Spock). McCoy climbed in after him, now wondering if just maybe, Scotty had been right. If this shuttle was going to blow up or something just as horrific, he was very unhappy to be exploding with Spock.
With Spock manning the controls, the Jamboree lifted off the ground as the shuttle bay depressurized.
“You’d better be able to fly this thing,” McCoy said.
“I assure you, Doctor, I am quite capable.”
“You’d better be,” replied McCoy, quietly to himself.
The Jamboree’s thrusters ignited, and it slid through the air-lock into open space, which was cloudy electric-blue with ionization.
“You be careful out there,” Kirk’s voice said over the comm. Even though it had been his idea, he was no doubt more than a little worried about sending his two friends out in an ion storm.
McCoy had a sinking feeling that it was going to come to more than just being careful.
STAR TREK:
Zero Hour
“Mister Spock, are you sure this ion storm isn’t dangerous?”
Spock cast a sidelong glance at Captain Kirk. “The storm is of a very low-level intensity. Doubtless it will subside very soon.”
Kirk tapped his fingers anxiously on the railing between himself and his First Officer. “Yes, but it was extremely dangerous before we arrived, and we haven’t gotten any word from the Halkan’s. We really need to send someone down to the planet and assess damage now.”
Spock sighed and turned wholly around to face him. “Firstly, Captain, we have not heard from the Halkan’s because there is still enough ion interference to impede such attempts. If it is a great cause of concern, I could assemble a team to travel onboard a shuttlecraft to evaluate the damage done to Halkan now, if you are impatient so.” Spock raised a wry eyebrow. “But I would refrain from using the transporter.”
Kirk laughed. “Yes,” he agreed, grinning, “I could do without a Terran Empire.”
The turbolift swooshed open suddenly, and Doctor McCoy came blustering in, clearly with something to say.
“Jim,” he said loudly, “I demand you let me go down there and make sure those people are alright. I can’t stand waiting in sickbay for a casualty report!”
“Bones, Bones,” Kirk said calmingly, taking McCoy by the shoulder and leading him over to Spock. “We’ve just had that settled. You and Spock here are going to take a shuttle down to Halkan and see what’s going on down there.”
McCoy sighed gratefully. “Thank God, Jim. I couldn’t-.” He cut off. “Wait a minute!” He spluttered, “I have to go down with him?”
Kirk smiled, and he could see it causing McCoy to go red in the face. “I don’t just need a doctor going planetside, I need a scientist too. Someone has to assess the planetary damage caused by the storm.”
“Then send Scotty along,” he said matter-of-factly with a scowl.
“Scotty’s got enough to do as it is. Mister Spock is coming along.”
When McCoy opened his mouth to protest, Kirk added, “I’ll pull rank if I have to, Bones.”
McCoy’s frown deepened, and he harrumphed in grudging submission.
Spock was regarding them both with a look that said something between “Do you have a problem with me?”, “When did I volunteer for this mission?” and his usual “Why are humans so emotional?” look.
Herding the pair into the turbolift, Kirk added, “And I want the two of you back in one piece. Don’t tear each other apart.”
The turbolift doors hissed shut, and Spock was left with a doctor whipping up some very creative adjectives.
Scotty was waiting for them in the shuttle bay.
“Mister Spock, I’m nae sa sure this’s a good idea,” he said, falling into pace with them.
“Damn right, Scotty. I’d take you over him,” McCoy grumbled.
Spock cast a contemptuous glance over his shoulder at McCoy who was trailing behind him, but didn’t comment. “Why is that, Mister Scott?”
“Aye, well, sir… it’s just… I’ve got a bad feelin’ ‘bout this,” Scotty said, looking slightly embarrassed that he was trying to hold up the First Officer because of a hunch.
Spock stopped and turned to him. “And why is that, Mister Scott?” he asked, a reprimand thinly veiled in his words. “I do not believe I have to explain to you the illogic of delaying this mission because of a ‘feeling’.”
Scotty looked downcast. “I do nae no what ‘tis exactly. I’ve just gae a bad feelin’ ‘bout it.”
Spock took the several paces it took to reach the waiting shuttle and turned back to Scotty. “It is quite alright, Mister Scott. I am aware that, as a human, you are inclined to follow such a hunch.”
“They sure prove themselves to be right, half the time,” McCoy snapped irately. “Sometimes it’s all we have to go on.”
Spock inclined his head. “However, such is not the case right now. The ion storm is very weak, and even if it were to increase in force, it could not do so fast enough to cause any severe harm to the shuttle or any onboard.”
“Sometimes things are just chance, Mister Spock,” McCoy growled.
“But more often yet, it is not merely ‘chance’,” he replied, shaking his head. “It is caused by other occurrences or events that act in a chain-reaction or independently. Either way, it is never by chance.”
McCoy crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance, and Scotty shifted from foot to foot awkwardly.
Choosing now to ignore the doctor who was grumbling quietly to himself, Spock turned to Scotty and asked, “Was that all, Mister Scott?”
Scotty nodded, though he looked like he wanted to say more. “Yes. T’was all.”
“Very well then, Mister Scott. Please clear the shuttle bay.”
Sighing in resignation, Scotty walked away, calling at any crewman present to clear the area.
Motioning for McCoy to follow him, Spock slid into the shuttle, the newly christened Jamboree (the point of naming a shuttle after a synonym for “party” eluded Spock). McCoy climbed in after him, now wondering if just maybe, Scotty had been right. If this shuttle was going to blow up or something just as horrific, he was very unhappy to be exploding with Spock.
With Spock manning the controls, the Jamboree lifted off the ground as the shuttle bay depressurized.
“You’d better be able to fly this thing,” McCoy said.
“I assure you, Doctor, I am quite capable.”
“You’d better be,” replied McCoy, quietly to himself.
The Jamboree’s thrusters ignited, and it slid through the air-lock into open space, which was cloudy electric-blue with ionization.
“You be careful out there,” Kirk’s voice said over the comm. Even though it had been his idea, he was no doubt more than a little worried about sending his two friends out in an ion storm.
McCoy had a sinking feeling that it was going to come to more than just being careful.
