‘Tis Charity
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Chapter VIII
Part 2
The landing
party was ready to beam up. Nothing
was left to chance. Their
equipment was placed just a few feet away from where the crew positioned
themselves for their final exit.
Lieutenant Riley, still unconscious, was already in his place, his
stretcher propped upright by a fold-out metal stand under the foot of the
gurney. Standing behind his
patient was Dr. Begay, and standing next to him was Scotty.
The two men
turned their attention away from the infirmed navigator when Rand entered the
meeting room, looks of concern showing on their faces. She was like an accident victim learning
to walk all over again, her steps tepid, hesitant. Nurse Rose had both hands placed on Rand’s shoulders to keep
her steady as she whispered gentle encouragement to her.
“How is she,
Nurse?” asked Spock, who was standing in his beam-up point in front of the
others.
“She’ll be
OK, Mr. Spock. I’ve given her a
concentrated vitamin shot, so she won’t collapse during beam-up. She should be able to stand up on her
own now.”
Rand didn’t
speak. She didn’t want to, she was
so demoralized. She had allowed
that thing out there to get inside her, literally. It had known how to lure her, to get inside her head,
penetrated her flesh. Allowed was
actually too kind a word to use, and she knew it. Truth of it
was, she had blatantly offered herself to the beast, and didn’t care about what
the circumstances entailed for her or the rest of the landing party. If the crew was unable to get off this
planet, she’d be the one responsible, and she didn’t think she was being too
hard on herself.
Rand took
small, halting steps to her place up front, next to Mr. Spock, with Rose’s hand
moving to the small of her back, guiding her. When Rand got her bearings and was able to situate
herself, she turned and nodded to Rose, letting her know she was fine, and so
Rose moved to her own spot on Rand’s right hand side.
“Very
well. Our plan is to beam up to
the ship first, and then follow up with the equipment. If the entity is to make our escape
difficult, then we leave the equipment behind. Is that understood?”
Everyone,
except for Rand and Riley, followed with a resounding “Yes, sir!”
Rand could
hear the eagerness and anxiety in their voices; high-pitched, rushed. She could also hear how spent they all
were, the thinly-veiled raspy tremor in their exclamations. She turned to the others behind her,
and they looked to her like they should have been laid on slabs, toe-tagged,
but somehow managed to stay alive.
Rand knew she looked just as bad, and felt even worse. She wondered if they were truly ever
going to make it back to the Enterprise.
Spock pulled
his communicator out of his belt, flipped open its hatch, took a long, deep
breath, and then spoke into the receiver.
His brows were knitted, and Rand could tell that underneath his Vulcan
exterior, he was anxious himself.
During this time, the landing party was so quiet, so still, that one
could hear the sands in the desert wind brush along the compound.
“Spock to Enterprise. Spock to Enterprise. Can anyone read this message?”
“Mr.
Spock! Is that you, sir?!”
Rand ‘s
heart leapt from her chest. They
were able to make contact! And the
voice that came from the ship was Khobran’s. She reveled in its deepness, its beauty.
“It is
indeed, Lieutenant. There is no
time for explanations at the present moment. What is important right now is that there have been no
fatalities, and the whole landing party is accounted for and prepared for
immediate beam-up.”
“I’ve already
pinpointed your coordinates, Mr. Spock!
Please stand by!”
“Mr.
Spock! The light! It’s returning! Look!”
Rand’s heart
pounded as she looked in the direction to where Nurse Rose was pointing, to a
corner of the meeting room where a pin of amber spark started to grow.
“Lieutenant…”
“…We are
beaming you up now, Mr. Spock!”
For Rand, it
was like hearing a melody when the low, scrambling hum of the dematerialization
began.
But, then it
stopped.
“Oh, God,”
she blurted out, holding her face in her hands.
There was a
chorus of outcries from the rest of the crew.
“We must
stay calm! Stay in your places,
please! Do not panic!”
The whole
floor of the meeting room was now submerged in crystal amber beams, bolting and
fanning out mechanically, like searchlights. They fluttered and strobed, and then froze. Then, suddenly, the light started to
rise, like floodwater. There were
more vociferations from everyone, even Spock had a look of wild-eyed
panic. Rand pressed her
hands against her mouth and cried when her solid form was deconstructed, scrambling
like a swarm of bees, and the meeting room fell away into a white-speckled
blackness.
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