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To Boldly Go [Open]
The rash of voices shouting over the intercom from the engineering deck was indecipherable, even to his acute Vulcan ears. In fact, if anything, the overlap of yelling only succeeded in causing him great inter-cranial pain, quickly escalating from mere irritation to incessant migraine. Spock leaned over the console, pressed the response button, and spoke in a tone most disgruntled (not very comely of a Vulcan.)
"Mr. Scott, please silence your subordinates and state the nature of your complaint."
"My complaint?!" Scotty's thick Scottish drawl, no doubt accompanied by exasperated spitting inflection (Spock hoped the engineer had the good sense to disinfect his view screens,) responded. "This is far from complaint, Commander. I've got an engineering nightmare down 'ere. Dunnae expect t'be able to go to warp. And if we get another hit to our port nacelle we'll be--"
The ship jolted in response to another strike from the unknown vessel.
"Photon torpedo, sir," Sulu called out from the helm. The helmsman's ability to keep his calm was something than Spock both appreciated and made note to acknowledge as praiseworthy. "Strike to the starboard side."
"Engineering reports warp core at critical capacity, Commander," Chekov added.
And the Captain still on the planet, Spock thought.
"Sulu, you have the conn. Uhura--" Spock paused for a moment as he looked to her. She had an eagerness in her expression, confusingly comprised of both concerning anticipation and excitement. His own expression was masked in stoicism. He was the acting Captain while Kirk was on the planet. That meant he had to see the entire crew as equals. But she did make that difficult. "--inform me as to when Captain Kirk is within transporter range. I'm going to engineering."
( This was all highly irregular. )
"Mr. Scott, please silence your subordinates and state the nature of your complaint."
"My complaint?!" Scotty's thick Scottish drawl, no doubt accompanied by exasperated spitting inflection (Spock hoped the engineer had the good sense to disinfect his view screens,) responded. "This is far from complaint, Commander. I've got an engineering nightmare down 'ere. Dunnae expect t'be able to go to warp. And if we get another hit to our port nacelle we'll be--"
The ship jolted in response to another strike from the unknown vessel.
"Photon torpedo, sir," Sulu called out from the helm. The helmsman's ability to keep his calm was something than Spock both appreciated and made note to acknowledge as praiseworthy. "Strike to the starboard side."
"Engineering reports warp core at critical capacity, Commander," Chekov added.
And the Captain still on the planet, Spock thought.
"Sulu, you have the conn. Uhura--" Spock paused for a moment as he looked to her. She had an eagerness in her expression, confusingly comprised of both concerning anticipation and excitement. His own expression was masked in stoicism. He was the acting Captain while Kirk was on the planet. That meant he had to see the entire crew as equals. But she did make that difficult. "--inform me as to when Captain Kirk is within transporter range. I'm going to engineering."
( This was all highly irregular. )