For the last few days I have been working on the story Heart’s Guardian. Yes, I do have other stories that should take precedence, but my muse is a fickle creature and she wants what she wants.
Here is a short passage that I wrote just yesterday that I’m particularly tickled by:
“Red alert, this is a red alert! Captain Kirk to the bridge; all senior officers’ report. I repeat, this is a red alert; this is not a drill!”
The door swished open revealing Kirk.
“Report, Mr. Chekov.”
“Keptain, priority one distress call from the Gamma II Research Station.”
Kirk turned to Spock for confirmation. “Spock, I thought that Gamma II was an un-manned communications relay station.”
Spock was still bent over his long-range scanner when he replied. “Correct, Captain. The station captures, relays, and archives all Federation communication’s traffic within this quadrant. It is programmed to signal a priority one distress call in the event of atmospheric or planetary disturbances. It is difficult to tell at this distance, but I believe the readings I am receiving are seismic in nature.”
“Very well,” said Kirk, turning back to the tactical officer. “Stand down from red alert, Mr. Chekov.”
“Compute course and speed to Gamma II.”
“If we proceed to Gamma II at warp six we can be there within thirty minutes, Keptain.”
“Lay in a course for Gamma II.”
“Mr. Sulu, nice and easy, if you please.”
“Spock,” Kirk said swiveling in his chair to address the first officer once more, “Put together an away team. I want DeSalle and we will need a geologist; Rawlins if he’s available, and someone from communications; what’s that new Ensign’s name, Keller, Kelso?”
“Ensign Kelowitz, sir.”
“Yes, Kelowitz, let’s give her something to do for a change.”
“Unfortunately, Ensign Kelowitz is currently unavailable. And he is on the sick and injured list, I believe.”
“Well, find someone else; I’ll meet you all in the transporter room in thirty; you have the Con, Mr. Spock.”
As the turbolift doors swished to a close, Spock knew better then to turn around. He could just feel Nyota’s eyes boring into the back of his head. He was certain that she wore an expression on her face that would tell him that she was going down to Gamma II or his life would be made extremely difficult if he failed to acquiesce to her demands. He did not turn around as he spoke.
“Lieutenant Uhura, would you contact Lieutenant Palmer, if you please.”
“Palmer?” she asked. Only he was able to detect the mildly indignant tone buried within her reply.
“Yes, Lieutenant Palmer; or did you have someone else in mind to relieve you from your duties on the bridge.
Author’s note: I’m beginning to think that the key to successfully writing Reboot Spock and Nyota, is to write them as if they are Classic Spock and Uhura.