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Chapter IV
Part 3
It was a
funny thing, this situation that Rand found herself in. She had thought, while she was making a
good distance between herself and Mr. Spock, that she would feel more at ease
once she was back at the site with the rest of the landing party, as they
gathered together at their designated meeting place to discuss their
progress. It was a funny thing,
because Rand felt just as ill at ease, surrounded by the rest of the landing
party, as she did when she was alone with Spock. It was a funny thing, because everyone here inside the dark
walls of this meeting place seemed inflicted by the same unease.
Riley, Rose,
everyone’s body spoke in the same language. Eyes shifted from one person to the next, arms were crossed
against chests guardedly, mouths would start to open as if wanting to speak,
but then shut just as quickly.
Nurse Rose
absently brushed against Riley, and Riley turned to her abruptly, his
cheekbones clenched upward, his jaw set, his eyes protruding. His feral expression was in sharp contrast
to Rose’s, whose responded with wide, fearful eyes.
Just was the
hell was going on here?
“Mr. Scott.”
Rand jumped
at the sound of Mr. Spock’s voice, with its deep resonance piercing through the
silent disquiet of the room. Spock
turned to her and simply cocked his brow.
“Is there a
problem, Yeoman?”
The others
followed suite, turning to her, waiting for her to answer the first officer,
their faces betraying various phases of anxiety, confusion, angst.
Rand was
embarrassed, as she slowly removed her hand from her chest and passed a look to
each of the landing party members, before she settled it on Mr. Spock.
“Sorry. Everyone else was so quiet and you
suddenly spoke. I guess you scared
me, sir.”
“To be
frightened is illogical, Yeoman. You are not alone, and we always look after one another as a
unit should.”
“Yes,
sir. Sorry, sir.” Jerk.
Spock turned
to Scotty, who was holding a wide flat black wallet in his hand, which was
fastened by a snap button of the same color, attached to the end of a
triangular flap.
“ I trust,
Mr. Scott, that these are the recorded logs which you speak of.”
“Yu-yes,
mu-mu-misster sp-Spock,” said Scotty, clearly struggling through his stutter.
“These
wu-werrr…”
“These were
the only things of significance that were found,” said Riley, cutting off
Scotty impatiently. “There was no
physical evidence of any kind found outside of these tapes, sir.”
Scotty
turned to Riley and gave him a look before he turned back to Rand and handed
her the wallet. Rand took the
wallet and read the name on it, which was printed in black letters against a
white strip: Dr. Adrienne Ruth Ellis.
Rand knew from the briefings given by Mr. Spock that Dr. Ellis was the
lead archeologist of the Tijus Expedition, and that she, along with the rest of
her team, had seemingly vanished without a trace in this barren world.
Rand
unsnapped the button at the end of the flap and flipped it open, pulling out 15
orange wafers. Five of the wafer
disks were labeled and dated with the same black lettering and white strip
background, but the rest of them were left blank. Were these recordings the key to finding out what happened
to Dr. Ellis’ expedition? Rand
wondered.
“If you pick
up on anything that you think might help us on this search, you are to report
it to me immediately.”
“Of course,
sir.” No shit.
Spock
sighed. “Well, the search will not
be fruitless if those wafers contain anything that can shed light on what
happened to the archeologists.”
“Sir, can
you please tell us exactly how long this search is suppose to continue?” There was a tinge of irritation to
Riley’s question, as he stood there with his hands on his hips, his eyes
narrowed at the first officer.
Rand looked
up from the wafers in her hands and stared at Riley. Everyone else turned to Riley as well, still and nervous.
“What’s
Riley’s problem?” thought Rand.
The rest of
the landing party seemed to shift their attention from Riley to Spock, like
spectators at a tennis match.
There was a fragility in the air, like one wrong word or move would
shatter any stability there was in this grey, oppressive room.
Spock gave
Riley a pointed look and crossed his arms over his chest.
“A rather
foolish question, Mr. Riley, since Starfleet clearly specifies that a search
such as the one we are conducting can last anywhere from two to seven
days. After the sixth day, if the
search indeed turns up empty, then we spend the seventh day collecting our
equipment and readying ourselves for departure. Period.”
Period.
Does this
mean Spock is getting pissed?
Rand turned
to Riley in haste and shrugged.
“We’ve only
been here a day,” she said amicably, in an attempt to ease the mounting tension
between the two men.
“Well, it’s
been a day too long—and I’m ready to cut this mission,” sneered Riley.
“Take it
easy, Riley. We’ve only searched
the outer quadrants of this site.
We have a lot more space to cover,” chimed in Dr. Begay, his eyes
watchful, ping-ponging from the first officer to the lieutenant.
His eyes
never wavering from Mr. Spock and his stance unchanged, Riley said: “Well, you
try working with Stuttering Scotty in a hot arid desert and see if you don’t go
ape shit!”
“N-n-nuuow
h-hu-hold onnn a mmmu-minute…”
Rand went
over to Scotty and stood in front of him, placing her hands on his shoulders
while he tried to confront Riley.
“Do you have
a fucking problem, or what?!” Rand hurled the question to Riley through gritted
teeth. Oh, did she want to hurt
him for saying that to such a sweet man like Scotty!
Really hurt
him, like in serious bodily harm.
Little
twirp.
Riley stood
there in defiance while Nurse Rose looked on like a frightened child, wide-eyed
and shaky, ringing her hands, bobbing up and down like her bladder was about to
explode.
Spock stood there
as he was; his stance, like Riley’s, never changing.
There was an
eerie calm about Spock as he stood there quietly and turned his head to each of
the members of the landing party, assessing them the way a product inspector
does with a row of cheaply made merchandise, watching for defects. When he was done, Spock took a deep
breath and shook his head, the lightly etched smirk, coupled with his narrowed
eyes, conveying mild disgust.
“I somehow
should not be surprised when one considers the fact that I am forced to work
with a genetically inferior race of humanoids, who are unable to find signs of
life after only a few hours of a structured search.”
The rest of
the landing party pivoted in Spock’s direction, the silence in the meeting room
thick and looming. Looks
ranging from confusion to outrage were exchanged between the rest the
astronauts, while whispers grew from this silence, ricocheting from one person
to the next.
During all
of this hushed chaos, a ray of sunlight seeped softly into the meeting room,
profiling all of the mismatched furniture, the shelves and the people, draping
the corners of the items and the crewmembers like trimming.
This light
seemed to have a calming affect on Rand, and everyone else in the room, because
she could feel Scotty’s body slacken under her grip.
Rand
eventually loosened her own grip and allowed her arms to drop to her sides.
The muffled
anger from her fellow landing party members died down, and right at the head of
this circle stood Spock, who unhooked his arms from their crossed position and
let them drop down to his hips and placing his hands there. He bowed his head and took a long deep
breath, his shoulders rising and
falling. When he finally faced the
crew, the smirk was gone, and the former steeliness that was in his eyes was
replaced by a faint look of regret.
Or was it
embarrassment?
“Please
forgive my harsh words. They were
uncalled for and have no basis in fact.”
Everyone passed
glances at each other before looking at Spock again.
“It’s okay
with me, Mr. Spock,” said Dr. Begay, nodding his head.
Everyone
else followed the doctor’s example and uttered the same acceptance, though in
slightly different ways.
Everything, for now, seemed fine, though with an unsteady truce.
‘You have
the rest of the day to do your other duties, as the search is concluded for
today. Ms. Rand, it is of the
utmost importance that you take the time to listen to the logs of Dr. Ellis, in
order that you may be able to find any clues that can shed light on her team’s
disappearance.”
“Yes, sir.” This guy loves repeating himself.
Mr. Spock
continued: “We have worked through mid-morning break, so there are refreshments
to partake in the kitchen. Who has
evening meal preparation?”
“Scotty and
I, sir,” said Dr. Begay.
Spock nodded
his head. “Very well, then. I will be preparing my report in my
quarters.”
And with
that, Spock drew his lips in tightly, lowered his eye, turned, and walked out
of the room without saying another word.
Rand
noticed, while Spock was walking away from the others, how his fingers
fidgeted. He would follow a
peculiar pattern of first wriggling his fingers, and then spreading them far
apart, as if willfully trying to pull them out of their joints.
“Guess everyone’s
s bit on edge,” Rand thought.
When Spock
was gone, Rand turned back to the other crew members, who clearly felt secure
enough to start talking among themselves again, as their conversation rippled
in their closed circle.
“What in the
hell was his deal?” sniped Riley, throwing a pointed thumb over his shoulder to
where Spock had left.
“I don’t
know what’s going on, but that sure was unsettling to say the least,” said Dr.
Begay, wiping the back of his moist neck with his palm.
“His deal?!
Seriously, Riley?! You’re the one
who copped an attitude out of the blue about a search that literally just
started!” exclaimed Nurse Rose nervously, though finding her gumption. “Mr. Spock never would have said those
things if you didn’t act like a goddamn punk!”
“Exactly who
are you calling a punk?!”
“Take a wild
guess, genius!”
“All
right! The both of you, knock it
off,” said Dr. Begay.
“Yee-yah-yeah! Buu-buu-bee quiet!”
Rand,
becoming agitated again, threw her hands up in surrender. “Jesus, can we all just calm down here,
please?” She brought her hands
down and laced them behind her neck.
“At this point, honestly, I’d just assume be back on the Enterprise.”
“Yuh-yoou
and mee b-buh-both,” said Scotty, crossing his arms with a look of exasperation
on his face.
Riley gave
Sotty a long, steady look, as if sizing him up.
“Wasn’t
there a famous cartoon character back in the 20th Century that
sounded like you, Scotty Boy?”
Scotty
exploded and tried to lunge at Riley, but was intercepted by both Rand and
Begay. Nurse Rose was useless; she
just jumped up and down, screaming and flapping her hands like a special needs
child.
“You
asshole!!” Rand spat at Riley.
“But, I’m
only trying to have fun,” said Riley blithely, his stance cocky.
“Riley, I
think you need to leave! You’re
not wanted here right now,” said Dr. Begay. “You’ve caused enough problems for one day—and I don’t think
you’re attitude’s very cute! No
one here does!”
Riley’s head
jerked back like he’d been slapped, his body held rigid. He was visibly startled as he passed a
glance at everyone in the room, shook his head, and stormed out of the meeting
room, his shoulders hunched, his neck lowered and his head leading, like a
bloodhound.
“What the
hell was that screaming, Hyacinth?!” Rand shot at Rose.
“What was I
supposed to do, put myself in harms way?”
Rose was petulant.
“Talk about
Starfleet nursing material! Real
prime!” yelled Rand.
Rand
pictured her fist making square contact with Rose’s mouth and soundly breaking
a number of teeth.
“Let’s see
her jump up and down to that, only her gums would be flapping instead of her
hands,” she thought with a sneer.
“ENOUGH!”
Dr. Begay
placed himself between the two women, his resolve clearly gone. “God, stop it! Stop it!”
Rand and
Rose looked at each other awkwardly, but didn’t say anything. Finally, they both turned their backs to
each other. Rand took a deep
breath and looked down at her feet, shuffling them, feeling slightly
antsy. When she looked up again,
she saw Scotty standing in front of her, smiling sympathetically as he reached
out and placed his hand on her shoulder and gently shook it.
“Thuu-thuu-
thaankss,” he said.
Rand
returned his smile and gestured to Dr. Begay, who was still standing between
her and Rose.
“Thank him,
Scotty. He’s the one who made the
trouble go away,” she said softly.
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