Kirk crawled into the comfortable bed and drew the cover over himself. "It's so warm. I think there are feathers inside this. I wonder if our 'friends' use their own?"
Spock was stretched out on the floor by the side of the bed. Perhaps, Jim. They could, of course, farm or hunt other winged species for feathers or food.
"I don't think I want to know. I just want to sleep." Kirk yawned and closed his eyes. "It's been so long since I've slept in a proper bed. Are you all right there on the floor, Spock?" he asked.
Yes, Jim. I will keep watch. Sleep.
"Yes, mom," Kirk said, with a grin at the Vulcan's discomfiture, before falling headlong into a dreamless sleep.
A sudden crash of breaking glass jolted him awake.
Jim, Spock's voice sliced through his mind.
He tumbled out of the bed and rolled away just as glass slivers rained down onto it. Spock urged him into the other room as furious screams pierced the air. The beating of wings added to the cacophony. There was an explosion and the side of the building blew out. Kirk with Spock's gral body standing over him, his only protection, crouched down against a cabinet.
What the hell! Kirk exclaimed.
Be still, Jim. We are relatively safe for the moment.
The sounds of the fierce conflict continued. Can we get to the outside from here? Kirk asked, indicating the shattered outer wall.
I would not recommend it. Glass is scattered in all directions and there is fighting outside.
They could destroy this room at any minute, Spock. We have to do something. Kirk racked his mind and found one possibility. The bathroom is the farthest away from the fighting. It might be safer to leave that way.
An excellent suggestion.
Spock stepped back. Kirk dived for the doorway and, moments later was attempting to shatter the bathroom's glass walls. It did not take long for him to realise that he had insufficient strength for the task.
He turned to Spock and said, "Plan B."
Spock understood Jim's half-formed thought at once and prepared to recreate the telepathic feat which had previously gained them entry to the building. Kirk knelt and wrapped his arms around the gral body.
I'm ready, Spock, he said.
There is not a natural exit here, Captain. We must force our way out.
As the Vulcan commanded a section of the wall to open, Kirk added his own will.
It's not working, he said after long moments of effort but Spock's determination overrode Kirk's doubts and they tried again. This time they heard a creak then another as a part of the wall rose. Let's go, Kirk said as the aperture became high enough for him to slip under.
He ran towards it with Spock at his heels and they both plunged through into the open where the sky was full of flying creatures. Kirk hoped the combatants were too intent on each other to notice two figures on the ground fleeing for their lives but there was little cover and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before they were discovered.
As they raced through the tall grass away from the danger, there was a strident cry as one of the beings swooped down on them. Kirk froze as a sickening memory of an incident early in his command flashed before his eyes. During the search for a group of missing scientists, three members of the landing party had been eaten alive by the savage avian race of Athene 2. Kirk had been seriously injured and only Spock's presence had saved his life.
Kirk was jarred out of the waking nightmare as Spock reared up on hind legs and downed their attacker with a swipe of his paw. One of the avian's wings was torn and he seemed unable to fly for he attempted to scramble away on hands and feet. Spock growled and stalked the creature as the gral's instincts dominated his behaviour.
"No, Spock," Kirk commanded. "Don't let it take control." He flung himself onto the gral and tried to drag him back. "Spock, don't kill him."
Spock cuffed the avian again and toyed with him like a big cat.
The slightly built being fell back with blood dripping from his upper body where the gral's claws had raked it. His colourful tunic was torn. No! he cried out.
Kirk held Spock tightly round the neck, sending soothing thoughts to him. It's all right, Spock. I'm with you. Don't let it control you. That's it, Spock. Remember who you are. A logical, peaceful Vulcan, the best first officer in the fleet, renowned and admired for his knowledge and many skills. My friend, my t'hy'la, come back to me.
Spock stood still, his body trembling as he struggled to overcome the beast within him. As the animal retreated, Kirk sighed with relief. Spock. Do you hear me?
Jim, forgive me. Once unleashed at one of its tormentors the gral was more difficult to restrain.
If the beast had killed him it would have been poetic justice. Kirk gave the alien a mocking glance. "You deserve to die, you bastard," he said aloud.
The terrified avian scuttled away, his damaged wing dragging behind him. His dark lidless eyes were intent on them and Kirk could almost taste his fear.
"Okay, you must be able to understand me. You've had enough practice. Who are you and why have you done this to us?" he asked. "I want answers. Or else I will set this animal loose on you. Spock will allow it to take over and kill you, if I order him to."
A sudden silence fell around them.
Before Kirk could determine the reason, the thrumming of hundreds of wings disturbed the quiet and many of the aliens landed on the ground, enclosing the three of them in a circle. Kirk kept his thoughts stilled in case they detected his bluff. Spock remained motionless, asking permission before extending his own mental shields around Kirk's mind. Although the aliens would probably have the ability to breach the barrier, Kirk relaxed a little, reassured by the Vulcan's action.
A familiar telepathic voice became audible. See, wing-brothers, how your plans have backfired. Kirk is correct. It would be a just punishment for Second Speaker to be killed by the urges of the very animal engrams he insisted be implanted in Spock's mind.
We cannot permit it, another said. We must destroy the subjects.
Destroy them! their defender said. Even now their ship draws nearer. They will eventually discover our world and we shall not escape their vengeance. We cannot control so many minds.
Help me, the injured alien cried. The gral has clawed me. It is ready to kill.
Are you sure about that? the first voice asked. We have studied these two aliens and have observed their strengths and weaknesses. Perhaps they bluff.
The gral was in control, the downed avian cried. I could tell.
Kirk had listened long enough. Bolstered by the knowledge that the Enterprise was looking for them he entered the discussion. "Yes, the gral did take over. Spock's anger at us being treated like experimental animals allowed it through. Vulcans were once a passionate people. That genetic trait still survives and will overcome their centuries of pacifism if the provocation is severe enough. Humans are still driven by emotions and can be the most dangerous species in the galaxy, but even we have laws which protect life. That is something you would be wise to consider."
He looked down at the injured alien. "You have only yourself to blame for your injuries. I have no sympathy for you." He turned his attention to the others. "I know that some of you have tried to help us. I thank you for that, however if you do not cease this experiment now, Spock and I will stop it for you. We're not afraid to die and will fight until our last breath. We can take many of you down with us."
I estimate that my captain and I would kill or injure a minimum of twenty seven, Spock added.
Kirk did not ask how Spock had calculated those odds. The avians were smaller and slighter then he was but that did seem an optimistic number. He sent a private question to his friend. Are you bluffing?
Really, Captain! came the indignant response.
Another of the aliens walked towards them, his slender clawed hands held away from his body. Kirk instinctively knew it was the one who had befriended them before but still he tensed. He was not ready to trust any of these beings. Beside him, Spock growled in warning.
I am First Speaker of the Anjano. I objected to your treatment from the beginning but was overruled. I have tried in my own way to assist you. Now I say to my comrades that this experiment was ill-advised and must cease. I urge us all to forget our differences, end the fighting and return to the Council chamber. We must make reparation to Captain Kirk and Mr Spock and send them back to their ship.
There was a murmur of agreement and the aliens rose into the air, two of them carrying the injured one between them, and flew away. Kirk stared after them. "What about us?" he called.
They are most untrustworthy, Captain, Spock said. They may yet leave us here and continue with their experiment.
Kirk shook his head and knelt down. "I wouldn't be a bit surprised." He stared at Spock. "Twenty seven of them?"
I may have exaggerated.
Kirk grinned. "Well at least they've gone. You can quit shielding my mind now."
The barrier slid away leaving a touch of coldness in its wake. The building is uninhabitable now, Jim. I suggest we continue on. We may find other shelter.
Kirk shivered slightly but satisfied that their link still remained, he dismissed the chill and looked at what was left of the house. "Yes, let's get out of here."
Without a backward glance the two walked towards the gently rolling hills beyond.
The Anjano
As the day progressed, Spock became apprehensive. He hid it by using strict mental discipline but his unease escalated until the pressure made it impossible for him to think coherently. No amount of Vulcan training could now keep his difficulty away from the human.
Jim crouched down. Spock, what is it? Concerned, he hugged the gral body to him.
Spock's anxiety increased a hundredfold. Shivers racked him and his fur stood on end. He had never before felt such a disturbing sensation. Jim, he murmured and turned towards the security of the other's mind.
There was a moment of utter blackness before all the colours of the rainbow exploded beneath his eyes. Then he was hurtling into a deep pit, his only touch with reality the tight grip of the human's arms around him. His body convulsed, flew upwards, turned inside out and broke into a million tiny fragments. His dispersed atoms appeared to float somewhere but he was still alive and held together by the strength and encouraging mind-whispers of his t'hy'la.
Jim, he tried to call but was unable to project his thoughts.
An irresistible force caught him and slowly, as if his very being was being merged together, he reformed into a different but familiar whole. Awareness and sensation returned. He was lying on cold ground, shivering violently, warmed only by the protection of Jim's unyielding hold.
His eyes focussed and he saw a drab grey floor-covering beneath him. Disorientated, he blinked and glanced around. A sudden weakness almost prostrated him but Vulcan discipline took over and he was able to regain some of his equilibrium.
Spock, can you stand up? Jim's voice had a slight shake to it.
Stand? he asked, not comprehending Jim's meaning. How can I stand? I am an animal!
No, Spock, you are Vulcan again. Here let me help you.
He turned his head in Kirk's direction. "Jim," he whispered hoarsely in a voice unused to speech.
"Yes, Spock, I'm here. We've got company and we're not where we were."
Gathering all of his will, Spock rose to his feet. He leaned heavily on Jim's shoulder but as soon as his legs were steady, he took a step away and stood upright. It felt strange - alien - cold. He looked down at himself, taking in his nudity, but did not permit himself to even raise an eyebrow. He glanced over at Kirk, smiled very slightly in reassurance and was greeted by the human's supportive words.
"That's it, Spock. You're clothed in dignity. Now let's see what is going on here."
They turned their attention to their surroundings and found themselves in a tiered chamber whose occupants sat watching them with their large lidless eyes. The rustle of wings was the only sound as Starfleet officers and aliens assessed each other. Their abductors' beaked faces with their multi-coloured head crests seemed too large for their delicate, plainly plumaged bodies and they wore short silky garments which left their thin arms, legs and clawed feet bare.
Fascinating, Spock commented.
Indeed, Jim replied, in a fair imitation of his first officer's tone.
Spock was not surprised that Jim had heard that private thought nor that the reply was loud and clear. The frequent use of telepathic speech had enhanced their attunement with the healing melds adding to its intensity. Physical contact had become almost unnecessary as their minds had drawn together in a compatibility which defied description. Spock closed his thoughts on the subject. Now was not the correct time. He had to accept things as they were but later - if they returned to their normal life - he would reinforce his shields enough to exclude the human's thoughts. Spock gave a guilty start as a slight sadness from Jim penetrated his introspection. The feeling disappeared as Jim retreated leaving Spock alone in his mind.
Kirk squared his shoulders. "So you decided to stop the experiment. Couldn't you have warned us that you intended to bring us here. And you caused Spock pain. Hasn't he suffered enough through your unethical actions."
A thought-murmur spread through the assembly. Kirk flinched as it prodded at his mind. Spock took a step closer to him, prepared to shield him again, and noted how his captain relaxed.
We ask forgiveness, First Speaker said. We have much to learn. We should have asked your permission. We shall not probe. Mind speech is the shallowest level of contact.
***
The shape-shifting which had taken place, literally under his hands, had made Kirk decidedly queasy but reassured both by Spock's proximity and return to normal form, he had controlled it. At the avian's words, Kirk threw a sceptical look at his friend and received a raised eyebrow in response. Two of the aliens came towards them holding out garments in their three-fingered hands. They offered the clothing and after a brief exchange, Spock and Kirk accepted them. Kirk drew the black tunic on, noting the fine needlework and luxurious feel of the material. Beside him, Spock slipped into his, a rich silver garment decorated with tiny embroidered symbols along the neckline.
"Very smart, Mr Spock," Kirk commented with a smile as he tried to hide his concern over how thin Spock had become.
Spock did not reply and only favoured his captain with a fractional up-turning of his mouth. Kirk knew that his friend was attempting to regain his Vulcan mode. It was only to be expected but he felt a surge of disappointment as he recalled the weeks of unrestrained openness between them. Kirk clamped down on those thoughts as he remembered that he was in a room full of telepaths and prepared himself to give his complete attention to the aliens. There were so many questions needing answers.
"You said the Enterprise is near. Where is she and what have you done with our shuttlecraft?" Kirk demanded.
First Speaker folded his wings behind his back. Your ship traced the craft from Thadea to the point where we took control of it. Since then your crew has been systematically searching every star system in the area. If they continue on this course they will reach Tebania within weeks. As for the shuttle it is safely stored in the city.
"Then show us where it is. I want to contact the Enterprise," Kirk said.
We shall, Captain, but I regret that some of its systems may have been damaged. Please, I beg of you, dine with us first. Allow us to show you some hospitality. Let us make some amends. Permit me to tell you about us."
Kirk chewed at his lip. He wanted to leave here as soon as possible but if there was a chance of salvaging something from this mess then it was worth a few more hours. He sensed the Vulcan's silent agreement. "All right. But I want to know how long we've been here."
Thirty six days.
"Forty eight solar days, Captain," Spock supplied.
Kirk shook his head. "So long. I'm glad they're still searching for us."
Although our numbers are now depleted, we could attempt to send you part of the distance to your ship, First Speaker offered.
"We'll think about it," Kirk said. He was not sure if he wanted to submit himself and Spock to more alien meddling. "What happened to the animal? Has Spock been completely returned to normal?" Kirk pursed his lips and looked questioningly at the Council.
The gral engrams we implanted in Mr Spock, are no more. There was nowhere to return them to. The animal was already dead.
"I mourn the creature's passing," Spock said. "It did not deserve to be a victim of your experiments."
There was no reply from the council members.
After an awkward silence, Kirk and Spock were shown into a wood-panelled dining room where tables groaning with all kinds of culinary delicacies awaited them. Kirk's mouth watered at the sight but he and Spock delayed until the avians had begun eating before trying any of the food.
First Speaker sat opposite them. You still do not trust us. I cannot say that I blame you. Please be assured that we would not drug or poison you. We only wish to make amends.
Kirk accepted that for the moment. He was hungrier than he had dared to admit but restrained himself from taking too much food as he listened to their story.
We, the Anjano people, have always been the dominant species of Tebania, First Speaker explained. We were once predators but we became civilised.
Kirk snorted with disbelief. "Excuse me if I disagree about the civilised part," he interrupted.
"Captain," Spock warned.
Spock was correct but Kirk was still seething over the treatment they had received. He grimaced and waved the First Speaker on.
Our culture grew. We learned those skills necessary to build our cities. We studied art, mathematics and science but our strongest gift was our psi-ability and we developed it until it dominated our whole existence. Unfortunately we have tended to abuse its power. It was used centuries ago in an attempt to educate the primitive peoples but alas some, such as the Lake-Folk, regarded us as gods. In the end we decided that they lacked the intelligence to reach beyond their limited horizons and we let them be.
"We didn't find them unintelligent," Kirk countered. "They showed us kindness and hospitality. They helped me to save Spock's life. All traits of a worthwhile and viable culture. I hope they were not caught up in your air battle."
A few were hurt but all are now back in the village, First Speaker answered.
Kirk was pleased that they had survived. He owed them a debt which could never be repaid.
Our world is rich and beautiful, First Speaker continued, but we wanted more. The Anjano are an inquisitive people and we dreamed of travelling in space. Our psi-power, harnessed in a group, permitted us to do that so we searched for other life-forms until one day we discovered an alien ship entering our star system. It had been badly damaged and its crew long dead but from its log we learned something of the Federation. Encouraged by this, we worked long and hard and after many years were able to range far into space. Then we saw your shuttlecraft.
"So that's when you decided to have some fun with us. Abduction, mind-rape and shape-changing of sentient beings are not a civilised person's idea of entertainment." Kirk stood up, walked over to the windows and looked down at the lush garden spread out beneath them.
Spock followed and touched Kirk's shoulder. Jim, you are permitting your emotions to cloud your judgement.
You're damn right, Spock. I can't help it. I'm only human.
I too am outraged by what has happened but there is no point in recrimination. The Anjano would appear to have seen the error of their ways. We are their first Federation contact and we must show them the normal courtesy.
Kirk looked up at his friend. Sometimes I wish I were more like you, Spock. I've learned a lot from you but to have your control would be very helpful at times.
You are James T Kirk, and uniquely yourself. Must I remind you that you are regarded as the best captain in Starfleet?
Kirk laughed softly. If I am, it's because you're by my side.
Spock raised both eyebrows. Of course, Captain. That is only logical.
Kirk grinned and turned to face the watchers. "I suppose you've been eavesdropping?"
There was a rustling of wings and First Speaker answered, We ask forgiveness. Telepathic communication is normal for us.
"Well you were not invited to listen into our private conversation. Don't do it again. Go on with your story."
The majority did not believe what we did to you was wrong. I tried to convince them of the error of their ways but to no avail. Eventually others did join me and, as you know, we fought over the issue. Captain Kirk, we were once three hundred. Now we are but eighty five. Many are dead. The one Spock injured was the leader of those who agreed with the experiment and he and the remainder of his followers have fled. We do not know how many have survived. They have closed their minds to us.
"What if they're regrouping and preparing an attack right now?" Kirk asked.
No. They are too few, the avian said. They will return to the Council and accept the decision of the majority. That is our law.
"Yet you defied the will of the Council," Spock reminded him.
First Speaker's irritation was clear as he replied, I know my own people, Mr Spock. I give you my assurances that there will be no more war between the Anjano.
Kirk indicated to Spock that he should refrain from annoying the Anjano leader further but knew that the Vulcan was aware that he was not alone in his concern. These people were volatile and untrustworthy. He would be glad when he and Spock were far away from Tebania.
We regret what was done to you, First Speaker continued, and know that nothing can compensate you for your suffering but I beg you to understand the fear amongst some that the Federation might wish to conquer us. It was thought that the logs might have false information. They felt it necessary to verify your good intentions.
"I can understand," Kirk said, but his glance to Spock said otherwise. "However there were other ways of doing that. We would have sent a delegation of telepaths to reassure you. Your experiment wasn't needed."
We know that now. But in every culture there are those who get their gratification through the difficulties of others. Voyeurism is a weakness of our people.
Kirk knew that the First Speaker was right. Just about every species had that particular failing, to some extent, but he had never before come across it at this unhealthy level. Still wary of those who would so easily usurp the rights of others, he sought Spock's evaluation.
The Vulcan clasped his hands behind his back. "I believe those present are genuine in their desire to join the United Federation of Planets, Captain."
Only then did Kirk begin to relax. Spock's impressions were always sound. "Well, I can't promise you membership. That decision is not mine to make. When we return to the Enterprise we'll send a report to the Federation Council. If they decide to process your application they'll send members of the Diplomatic Corps to talk with you."
"I will recommend that Vulcan diplomats be assigned," Spock added.
Kirk nodded. "I'll second that." A Vulcan delegation was just what these people needed. Trust Spock to come up with the right suggestion. In a better humour, Kirk spoke for a short time about the Federation, listing some of the benefits its members enjoyed. The avians listened politely until he had finished.
We will await with anticipation for the arrival of your diplomatic envoys. We are most impressed by the way you and Mr Spock overcame the many obstacles in your path and are deeply touched by the bond you share. It is truly remarkable. We have been privileged to observe it.
Kirk could not restrain a flash of anger at these voyeurs. Who had given them the right to spy on them and make comments on a relationship which was an intensely private one? "If you are accepted as a member of the Federation," he said, "you will be obliged to respect the rights of other sentient species. Telepathic meddling, shape-changing without consent are not acceptable."
"My people could guide the Anjano on ethical matters," Spock said.
We bow to your wisdom, Mr. Spock, the First Speaker said, and do swear that we will never again infringe upon another's rights.
"Very well. Please take us to our shuttlecraft. It's time we left," Kirk said. He felt uncomfortable amongst them and was not reassured despite that statement.
First Speaker, followed by two others, led the way from the dining area. They flew ahead, their wings gently beating the air, as Kirk and Spock walked behind them through tall winding corridors and large chambers.
Kirk was conscious of Spock's disquiet. I still don't trust them, he said, touching Spock's arm.
At this point, I do not think they are lying, Captain, but there is hostility here. I cannot pinpoint its location but it is detectable.
Keep a close watch, Spock.
The Vulcan nodded and strode beside Kirk, alertness apparent in his every movement. Kirk had only his human senses to rely on but they were now screaming danger at him.
Their hosts increased their speed and Kirk was certain that they were also aware of the menace. The two officers had to run to keep up as the avians swept through an archway and into a cobblestoned courtyard. In the centre sat the most welcome sight Kirk had seen for many a day - the Columbus.
Hurry, First Speaker called.
Kirk and Spock raced towards the shuttlecraft. The door sensors still worked and the hatch opened at their approach. Suddenly, loud shrieks pierced the quiet as a dozen Anjano swooped out of nowhere and attacked First Speaker's group. Kirk and Spock dived into the Columbus and its door closed. For a moment, Kirk drank in the familiarity with uninhibited delight then he settled into the pilot's chair while Spock took the navigator's seat.
"Let's get out of here before we become embroiled in this," Kirk said. "So much for the others accepting the decision of the majority. I've had enough of the Anjano and their power struggles."
The craft rocked.
"Captain, they are using psi-power against one another. Because of their proximity we are experiencing the backlash." Spock had turned very pale and his hands were trembling slightly.
"It's affecting you, Spock. Fight it. I'll take us into orbit. We'll have lift off in sixty seconds."
As she rose into the air, the Columbus was buffeted from side to side. Kirk dismissed the feeling of deja-vu and concentrated on the controls. Despite a certain sluggishness she responded and Kirk took the craft into orbit.
"Captain, our warp engines are not working at full capacity," Spock said. He was now running systems checks, his fingers flying over the console with almost normal Vulcan dexterity. A good sign.
"What's the best she'll do? We need to get as far away from here as possible."
"Warp two may be attainable."
"All right. If you're correct and this is GO7547, set a course back to our last known co-ordinates. If we're lucky we'll meet the Enterprise along the way."
"Course laid in, Captain. Impulse power."
As the shuttle headed out of the star system, Kirk leaned back and looked at his friend. Spock's skin colour was returning to normal and he appeared to be less stressed. Maybe the effects were fading with distance. Remembering the power that the avians wielded as a group, he certainly hoped so.
Spock flipped a switch. "Spock to Enterprise. Spock to Enterprise."
There was only static.
"I must check the circuitry, Captain."
"Go ahead." Kirk settled to piloting the craft, glad for some normality again after the weeks of wandering around Tebania.
As GO7547 was left behind, Kirk urged the Columbus to warp 0.5. She faultlessly slipped from impulse to warp and, encouraged, Kirk slowly eased her up to warp 2.
Spock was lying on the floor, his upper body partially hidden inside a panel. "Captain, twenty six percent of the network is damaged. I have made some adjustments to the A3 and C2 receptors to compensate. Please attempt communication with the Enterprise."
"Kirk to Enterprise. Come in please. Kirk to Enterprise." Kirk waited for any response. "It's no good, Spock," he said when there was still no reply.
"It should have worked, Captain. I will divert power from the primary impulse engines to boost the gain."
"Too dangerous. That could burn out the whole communications net," Kirk snapped.
Spock sat up. "Captain, I may not be an expert in this field but I do possess sufficient knowledge not to overload the system."
Spock sounded peeved and Kirk took a deep breath. Their ordeal had left them both tenser than he had realised. He should not have jumped down Spock's throat like that and his normally unflappable friend never reacted in such a way.
It was time to back down. He knew that the Vulcan could do any necessary repair with one hand tied behind him. "I'm sorry, Spock. Go ahead."
As the Vulcan returned to his task, Kirk ran through some relaxation exercises. He and Spock would overcome any difficulties but he could not help but call the Anjanos a few choice names. It would not do them any good but it made him feel a little better
Spock closed the panel "The modifications are complete. "
"I'll try again," Kirk replied. "Kirk to Enterprise. Come in Enterprise."
There was a burst of static then the unmistakable voice of Lt Uhura answered their call. "This is the Enterprise. Please repeat your message. I can scarcely hear you."
Spock stood up. "Something else is affecting external transmission." His hands sped over the controls, making minute adjustments.
"Enterprise, this is Captain Kirk. We are on the Columbus. Do you read me?"
"Captain Kirk?" Uhura's voice was full of happiness. "Are you and Mr Spock all right?"
Kirk laughed and said, "Uhura, you've just made my day. Yes, we're all right."
"Captain, we..." The rest of her message was drowned out by a high-pitched wail then the comm-link went dead.
The Columbus bucked beneath them. The two officers fought with the craft in an attempt to right her. "What is it, Spock?" Kirk asked.
"Psionic interference, Captain. I would surmise that some, if not all, of the Anjano are endeavouring to recapture the shuttlecraft."
Kirk swore. "What the hell is going on here? Those interfering bastards. I had a bad feeling about them. I knew they couldn't be trusted. Damn. Whichever side is doing this, how can they reach this far with their limited numbers? Or does it mean that they've joined forces?" Before Spock could reply, Kirk added, "Did you get a fix on the Enterprise?"
"Affirmative. I have changed our course and am attempting to reinstate communications."
"Fine, Mr Spock." Kirk mulled over their options until a possible solution presented itself. "The shields," he said.
"Shields did not obstruct the Anjano before."
"I know but I'm hoping they were an inconvenience. If that is the case then there might be a way to dissuade our pursuers. Can you tie subspace radio emissions in with the shields?" Kirk saw the sudden glow of understanding in Spock's eyes. Blasts of the correct frequency might disorientate these telepaths. With luck it would incapacitate their psionic centres.
"I will need to experiment, Captain."
"Do it." Kirk hung onto the console as the ship continued to spin. "C'mon, Spock. Hurry."
"I am working as quickly as possible, Captain," Spock said. "I have tried six frequencies. None effective."
The Columbus lurched violently. Kirk lost his grip and tumbled onto the deck. No. This will not happen again. He pulled himself back onto his seat. "I'll give them the most erratic course they'll ever experience." He programmed a random zigzag course into the navigational computer. This time he and Spock were going to call the shots. "Let's see if you can keep up with us now, my flying friends," he challenged.
Spock's attention never wavered from the monitors. "They still follow us, Captain. Brace yourself. They will reach us in six seconds."
"Keep trying to find their weak spot."
As the Columbus pitched to starboard, a psychic howl penetrated Kirk's mind and chilled him to the marrow. Then it faded and he found himself holding on, with a death grip, to the console. Kirk eased his aching fingers away and turned to see Spock lying slumped on the floor.
"Spock!" Kirk exclaimed. He checked their course was still laid in, snapped on the craft's automatic pilot, then knelt down by the Vulcan's side.
Spock's pupils were dilated, his skin ashen, and his mouth lay slackly open. Kirk touched the sweat-covered forehead. The Vulcan was trembling with some kind of shock and chances were that he had been hurt by that telepathic scream.
"Enterprise to Captain Kirk." Uhura's voice broke the silence. "Are you there, Captain? We lost contact with you."
"We were under attack, Uhura. Sound yellow alert. We're heading for you at warp 2. Our course is erratic but it's just a precaution. I think we've repelled our pursuers for the moment but they may try again. We need to rendezvous with you as soon as possible. Go to maximum warp. Now patch me through to McCoy."
As he spoke Kirk was retrieving a medical-kit, recalibrated for Spock's readings, from the emergency stores. He was no expert with the medicorder but had been trained to understand its basic readings. It told him little except there was no physical damage and that Spock's stress signs were much too high.
"Aye, Captain. Rendezvous time in four hours. I'm transferring your call to Sickbay now."
McCoy's reaction was to be expected. "Where the hell have you two been? You've been injured again, I just know it."
"Shut up, Bones," Kirk snapped. "I need your help." He proceeded to tell McCoy what had happened, gave him details of the tricorder readings and awaited his response.
"Sounds like psychic shock. It's something I don't think can be treated with drugs. Put him to bed and cover him up. Damn blast it. I need to be there to see for myself. Can't let you out of my sight for a minute. Just wait 'til I get my hands on you both."
"Bones, this isn't helping. What else can I do?" Kirk lifted Spock and settled him onto the bunk. There were times when McCoy tried his patience too far.
"He needs to be kept warm and comfortable. Just keep an eye out for any changes."
"That doesn't seem like much." Kirk was dubious.
"I don't know enough about Vulcan telepathy, Jim. I'll check with Dr M'Benga. He'll know how they deal with this kind of problem."
Kirk placed his hands on either side of Spock's forehead and tried to send his thoughts. Spock, can you hear me?
He met a solid wall. He tried to breach it, pushing gently, at first, then more insistently. Without warning a bolt like electricity seared through his head. He gasped with the pain and shock and backed off. It was worse than he had thought. Spock did not even recognise him and had struck out in defence.
"Captain," Dr M'Benga's voice intruded. "A Vulcan male has less protection than the female against psychic shock. Spock may not be able to self-heal. He may need the help of a healer."
"Find one in case he's needed." Kirk gritted his teeth against the pain. He had begun to tremble and could not stop.
"They are all females, Captain. Vulcan women are stronger telepaths than the men," M'Benga said. "One reason why Vulcan is a matriarchy," he added as an afterthought.
"If I wanted a lesson in socio-biology, I'd have asked," Kirk snapped. "Just find a healer." He was aware of having been too short with M'Benga but had been unable to restrain himself.
"Aye, sir," M'Benga replied.
Kirk returned to the pilot's seat. Everything seemed under control but he initiated a systems check, just to be certain. Then as the pounding in his skull intensified he leaned forward and laid his head on his shaking hands. He stifled a groan. He would not succumb. This weakness. It would pass.
"Jim." Spock's voice was faint but Kirk heard him and turned round. "Jim." The word was repeated a little stronger this time.
Spock was trying to sit up and Kirk staggered over to stop him. "Oh no you don't. Doctor's orders. Warmth and rest."
Spock lay back and looked up at him. "I heard you call me but the barrier I had raised was too strong. I regret having hurt you."
"It's okay. I'm just glad you've come out of it. M'Benga wasn't sure if you would." He slid down onto the floor, for his unsteady legs would not take his weight anymore, and rubbed at his scalp in an effort to ease the pain. "How well did our augmented shield work?"
"It was successful, Jim. I believe those who attacked us are, if not dead, in a psychic shock which may be permanent."
"Well, I can't say I have much sympathy for them," Kirk said. "The Federation has a hot potato with this one."
Spock frowned. "How is a heated tuber relevant to this conversation, Captain?"
Kirk sighed. To hear Spock speak that way was better than a tonic. It showed that he was getting back to normal. "Another Terran expression," he replied.
"I overheard the conversation between you and Dr M'Benga," Spock said after a moment's silence. "However I was unable to speak at that time. I do not require a healer. Jim, permit me to help. You are, as humans say, shaking like a leaf."
Kirk waved his friend's concern away. "I'm okay. Take care of yourself."
"Jim, you will accept this." Spock reached out and touched Kirk's forehead.
A tingling warmth spread through Kirk. His trembling eased as the pain dissolved away. "Thanks, Spock," he said gratefully. "Now stay where you are and rest. That's an order. I'll bring you some of that herbal tea you like"
"Very well, sir. Thank you," Spock conceded and drew his hand away.
Kirk stood up. "So how were you, a mere Vulcan male, able to overcome the shock?" he asked as he waited for the food selector to process the order.
"My mixed heritage has caused difficulties but there have also been positive benefits. One is my psi-gift. The priestesses could not understand its power for my father has a low telepathic rating even for a male and although my mother has some empathic awareness humans, in general, have little psi ability."
Sympathy for the child Spock had been was uppermost in Kirk's mind. "I bet they tested you often enough." He handed the tea to his friend.
Spock closed his eyes and was silent. Kirk patted his shoulder, not surprised that the Vulcan did not want to talk about it. He ordered coffee for himself then sat in a nearby chair, hoping to relax for the remainder of the journey, and watched his friend. He was tired, stressed, and still worried about Spock. Toying with the silky fabric of his tunic he reflected that, despite the problems on that world, there had also been good times. Spock had adapted well to his changed form and idly, Kirk wondered how he would have coped.
"I'm going to miss my big, sabre-toothed wolf-cat," he commented. "But I guess you'll be very glad to be back to your own body."
Spock opened his eyes and there was trace of emotion in them. "It was an unusual experience, Captain." He hesitated for a moment. "But one made bearable by your presence."
Kirk tried to speak past the sudden lump in his throat. "Those meddling bird-brains couldn't drive a wedge between us, Spock. No matter what form we might take."
Spock lowered his eyes and sipped at his tea. "Indeed."
Now that their ordeal was over, Kirk knew that Spock would probably start to withdraw. Keeping a tight rein on his sadness over this change, he finished his coffee then stood and made his way towards the aft section.
Spock's voice stopped him. "Jim, I ask for your understanding. The experience has been most disturbing. I must meditate."
Compassion for this most civilised of beings flooded Kirk. How would Spock be able to reconcile himself with the behaviour pattern he had been forced to adopt? Kirk flushed with shame as he recalled how easily he had slipped into treating Spock like his pet, forgetting that a very proper and private Vulcan, resided within that feline body. And Spock was asking for his understanding?
He nodded. "Certainly, Mr Spock. Take all the time you need. I won't disturb you."
Spock's gaze was intent. "Jim, I refer to the aliens' behaviour not yours. You have nothing to reproach yourself with. You did not treat me badly. Your instincts for a warm, furry pet were normal and I was as influenced by the need for communication as you were. I will always value the time I spent as a gral. It brought me a freedom and a wealth of sensation I have never known. It was most instructive and I do not regret it."
Kirk relaxed on hearing those words. "I'll always remember the closeness we shared, Spock. Not just as human and gral, but mind to mind. We could communicate without touch even now, couldn't we?"
"Yes, Jim, but it will pass. The telepathic awareness will fade."
At that knowledge, unhappiness overcame Kirk as if something very precious was being taken away. He entered the aft section and busied himself by searching for his spare uniform. He donned the familiar clothes but placed his snakeskin loincloth safely away. He would always keep it to remind him of his time on Tebania.
He brought out Spock's uniform and on his return to the main section, found the Vulcan still sipping his tea. "Spock?" he queried, "I thought you wanted to meditate."
"I will do so when we return to the Enterprise, Jim," the Vulcan replied. "Will you tell me more of these ancient fables of the wolf?"
"What!" Kirk exclaimed, surprised by the request.
"I was not told these stories as a child and, as I wish to increase my knowledge in all fields, I would be grateful if you would relate them."
Kirk dropped Spock's uniform onto the bunk and stumbled into the pilot's chair. His Vulcan friend never failed to amaze him. "Very well, Spock. Who am I to deny you the benefits of further education? I'll check our course then be right with you."
After determining that all was well, Kirk turned to face the now uniformed Vulcan. Spock's attention was on his captain as if awaiting a briefing. With a determined attempt to control his amusement, Kirk began with the immortal words.
"Once upon a time."
****
Spock listened as, with words and elaborate gestures, Jim related a confusing and gruesome tale of a wolf substituting itself for a child's grandmother. He thought it was most illogical that the girl was unable to tell the difference between an old woman and an animal, but did not interrupt. Jim had forgotten his earlier negative emotions and, unwilling to see their return, Spock decided not to comment on the absurdity of the plot. Instead he asked for another story.
Kirk laughed and, after a moment's thought, began again with the identical opening words. Spock raised an eyebrow but controlled his impulse to question the nonsensical phrase. Once back on the Enterprise he would make a study of Terran fables; perhaps it would give him valuable insight into the complexity of his human shipmates.
He watched the animated features of the story-teller and basked in Jim's enthusiasm. Perhaps one day he would tell Jim the legend of Surak and the Le-Matya, a tale which related the taming of the beast by Surak's words of logic and wisdom. Spock sighed inwardly. Perhaps not. It lacked the interest of the Terran fables for there was no violence, torture or death. He flushed green, shocked by such unvulcan thoughts.
"Spock?" Kirk questioned.
"Captain, please relate another." Spock guiltily reacted to the human's word.
Kirk grimaced. "Can't think of any more wolf stories, but how about bears?"
"Bears?" Spock asked curiously.
"Yeah, big bears, just like sehlats," Jim replied with a grin.
Sehlats. Spock was intrigued. "Very well, please continue."
He waited expectantly for the opening words and was not disappointed. He listened as Jim told an incomprehensible tale about a child eating porridge left to cool by a family of bears. Once the story had ended, Kirk waited for a response, a twinkle in his widened hazel eyes.
"Most interesting, Captain," Spock commented.
There was a touch of mischief in Jim's expression. "Who knows, Spock. Perhaps the villagers will tell a fable about us. I can just imagine the beginning. 'Once upon a time, there was a handsome young god and his big, bad gral.'"
"Really, Captain, your vanity is most unseemly," Spock replied in his best tone of disapproval.
Kirk chuckled. "Yes, Mr Spock. You are quite correct to reprimand me."
Spock nodded. "I am merely doing my duty, sir."
The communications console beeped and Spock turned his attention to the incoming message from the Enterprise. He was satisfied that his unorthodox tactics had worked. Jim's mood was now a positive one. The human spoke to Mr Scott with his usual enthusiasm.
The touch on his shoulder was unexpected. How had he become distracted? Spock looked up at his captain and tried to mask his surprise.
"Thank you, Spock," Kirk said.
Jim had understood his motive all along! He could not prevent his face from softening into his own version of a smile. There was little he could hide from the perceptive human. "You are welcome," he replied.
A wide grin greeted his attempted nonchalance, and a burst of affection ran through the link between them before Kirk's hand dropped to his side.
Spock settled more comfortably on his bed and listened to another communication from the Enterprise; this one between his captain and the doctor. He had no doubt that McCoy would carry out his threats of confining them both to sickbay. Indeed regulations required it and he looked forward to a fine session of verbal sparring with the emotional doctor.
If only I could tell him how I acquired a new pet. Kirk's voice sounded in his mind.
"Captain," Spock began.
"All right, Spock," Kirk said, in a placating tone, as his fingers patted the Vulcan's hair.
"Captain!"
Kirk drew his hand away as if stung and he flushed. "Um, sorry. Just habit."
Vulcan dignity was difficult to maintain, but Spock managed it. He foresaw certain difficulties, until he and Kirk learned to function normally again, but as always they would overcome them. They had adjusted to the unusual conditions on the planet and Spock had no doubt that they would settle again into the routine of shipboard life.
"I know I'm something of a trial to you, Spock," Kirk confessed with an apologetic sideways glance at him.
"Indeed," Spock replied.
The Enterprise
The Enterprise hung in space, a silver vessel blazing in her beauty. Kirk piloted the shuttle into the open hangar bay then waited impatiently until the all-clear was given. He paced down the ramp onto the deck. The scent of her was intoxicating and, for a moment, dizziness overcame him. He reached out to touch the coolness of her bulkhead and sighed with contentment.
He was home.
McCoy and a medical team entered the shuttle bay. The Doctor hustled him back on board the Columbus and insisted on a cursory, on the spot, check. Kirk obeyed and glanced to where Spock was being examined by Dr M'Benga. The alien-dark gaze was fixed on Kirk in understanding. Kirk smiled and there was an answering gleam from the Vulcan as they communicated their shared relief at being aboard the Enterprise.
"Well, Bones, can I go back on duty?" Kirk asked, despite knowing the answer.
"Sickbay, Captain, and don't turn those big eyes on me. It won't work."
"Who me?" Kirk asked innocently.
McCoy harrumphed then turned his attention to Spock. "Dammit, Spock," he scolded. You've lost too much weight. Jim can afford to lose some. You can't."
Kirk grimaced at that remark then called the Bridge. "Mr Scott, I want our best speed to Starbase 56. Appraise them that we have important information for them on a new species." McCoy turned a disapproving glare on him and Kirk smiled sweetly. "Only doing my job, Bones."
"Right now I have to do my job, and that means ordering you two off duty."
"Yes, Doctor," Kirk said, and for once was only too happy to do as he was told.
There would be time now to deal with the Anjano. Even at full strength it was unlikely that the Council would be able to influence a vessel the size of a starship. Both Kirk's and Spock's reports would be studied and debated by the authorities. Kirk was relieved that the final decision would be out of his hands for he was not sure he could be objective after their stay on Tebania. There was a possibility of the planet being quarantined. It depended on Federation policy regarding that quadrant. If delegates were sent, one thing was certain, they would be the most experienced telepaths available. They should send them T'Pau, he mused. She would sort them out.
Spock's eyebrows rose and Kirk knew he had received the thought. After an apologetic glance in Spock's direction, Kirk allowed himself to be taken to Sickbay.
****
Since his return to the Enterprise, Spock had worked during his off-duty hours on strengthening his telepathic shields. He had been only partially successful for given his exposure to the human's mind during their sojourn on Tebania, it was not a simple task. Now as he sat before the fire-statue, deep in meditation, Spock knew the moment Kirk entered the room. He sensed Jim's hesitation and was unable to prevent himself from sending a non-verbal message to discourage his friend from leaving.
Spock brought himself to the upper levels and, with the ease of long practise, roused himself from the trance. He opened his eyes, stretched, then in one fluid movement rose to his feet.
"Captain," he said before turning to face Kirk.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you, Spock. I should have buzzed."
"You did not disturb me, sir. The door is always open to you."
Kirk smiled. "Thanks. I appreciate that. I get tired of formality all the time. With you and Bones, I can relax."
"I am honoured, sir," Spock replied. He noted that Kirk still retained the healthy glow acquired on Tebania so if there was a problem it was not in his physical condition. He knew though that it was imperative for himself to withdraw so he stopped himself from psi-linking with Jim as he would have done on the planet. "Is there something I can assist you with?"
"I just wanted to talk. May I sit down?"
Spock indicated a seat and stood, with hands clasped behind his back, watching Kirk. Despite his earlier resolution he touched the other's mind for a moment and glimpsed the feeling of rejection there. Kirk looked up and Spock knew that the human had sensed even that light probe. They stared at one another until, unable to take Kirk's gaze any more, Spock lowered his eyes.
Kirk cleared his throat. "This connection between us. I know you're uncomfortable with it and I just want to say that I'm trying not to intrude on your privacy."
"It is beginning to fade, Captain. I regret if it has caused you any difficulties." Spock concentrated on reinforcing the barrier between them.
"No, none, Spock. You know that." Kirk laughed nervously. "It seems natural to me. Hell, it doesn't seem right to lose it. Just think how useful it could be."
Was Kirk proposing that the link should continue? Spock searched for the right words. "Captain, the rapport we have always shared will remain." Its sensitivity might be boosted by their experiences on Tebania and develop into a permanent link, but he did not voice that possibility.
Kirk nodded. "I sure hope so. It helps ease the loneliness of command, Spock. At the Academy they warned us that a captain's life is one of isolation, but if we were lucky we would find the right first officer to share the responsibility. I've been very lucky."
Spock chewed at his inner lip, realised what he was doing and stopped. It would be so simple to succumb to temptation and return to that easy camaraderie of the mind they had shared but he knew that the long term effects on a human as compatible with him as Kirk, were unknown. Until he learned more about the full potential of his psi-power, he dared not risk any further telepathic contact with Jim. It was much too dangerous.
Kirk spoke into the silence. "I have a reply from Starfleet. The Diplomatic Corps, amongst others, want to debrief us on the Tebania situation. We'll be stuck on starbase for days but at least the crew can get some shore leave there."
"Very well, Captain." Spock knew that his reply was stiff. He clasped his hands tightly together, resisting the urge to shift from one foot to another, as tension permeated the atmosphere.
"I won't disturb you any longer, Mr Spock." Kirk stood up and there was a touch of distress in his eyes.
Spock mentally shook himself. Kirk was being affected by this aloofness. Something had to be done to return their relationship to normal and it was in his hands.
Kirk hesitated as if about to add something and Spock, catching the human's unspoken need for company, found himself asking, "Jim, will you join me for chess?"
Kirk's eyes lit up. "Chess? Are you sure? I've missed that."
"Chess would be most welcome." Spock unclenched his fingers and set up the board. He recalled the rough and tumble games they had indulged in on Tebania. There had been no Vulcan or Starfleet responsibilities and the freedom had been exhilarating.
"C'mon, Spock," Kirk said. "Let's see if you can beat me this time."
Spock sat down opposite him. "I have beaten you in 78.95% of our games." He braced himself for the human's usual enthusiasm and competitive play.
"78.95% huh?" Kirk leaned his chin on his hand. "My goal is to get that down to 50%."
"You are welcome to try, Jim."
Kirk's good spirits had returned and Spock began to relax in the familiar atmosphere. After a time, as Kirk puzzled out a complex move, Spock's thoughts again turned to the problem of the Anjano. Telepaths without morality. A deadly combination.
"Check," Kirk said in a triumphant voice.
Spock studied the board. Surely it was impossible. He blinked as he saw that Jim had very neatly trapped him. He would be checkmated no matter what move he made. With his mind on other matters, he had not even noticed.
"Random factors," he said as he tipped his king.
"Are you saying that luck and not skill beat you?" Kirk was indignant.
Spock raised an eyebrow. "Of course, Captain."
Kirk laughed. "You're very stubborn, Mr Spock." He leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. "I feel a lot better now."
"I ask forgiveness if I have seemed remote, Jim," Spock said. "It has been difficult for me to adjust. The experiences on Tebania were disquieting."
Kirk's expression was sympathetic. "I understand that but if anyone can cope you can." His mood suddenly changed "Damn meddlers. If it hadn't been for your healing melds I'd be needing therapy right now. But, I'm still so angry, Spock."
"I know little of human psychology, Jim, but if I may make an observation. Your anger although understandable is not productive."
"You know a great deal about my psychological make-up, Spock. Okay, let's have another game. Maybe I can win again."
"I will quote the odds, if you will, Captain, but I warn you that they are not in your favour."
"That's part of the challenge."
Spock did not comment on the illogical remark. "I would be interested in hearing about your dog, Orion," he said as he reset the board.
"He was the best pet in the world," Kirk said. "Except for you, Spock," he added with a touch of mischief in his tone.
"Really, Captain!" Spock replied in mock outrage.
Kirk laughed and Spock reflected that a first officer's duty was to counterbalance his captain. With Kirk it was often difficult but not without its rewards. Who would have believed that he would find his t'hy'la in this emotional, courageous human. How right he had been to remain on the Enterprise after Captain Pike's departure. He watched, eyebrow arched in challenge, as Kirk made the opening move. There was a determined glint in his friend's eye and Spock knew that even with all his expertise it would not be easy to win against Kirk's unorthodox game tactics. With a long-suffering sigh, Spock resigned himself to the situation.
"Come on," Kirk said with a grin. "Your move."
Spock did not reply as he considered his strategy for the difficult chess marathon ahead.
The Debate
Three days after the shuttlecraft's departure from Tebania, seventy three Anjano sat in contemplative silence. They had lost more of their group during the last battle, before Second Speaker and his sixty remaining followers had fled. Thinking themselves safe, the Council had been resting until rudely awakened by the psi-backlash caused by the rebels' futile attempt to hijack the shuttle. They had watched the ingenious retaliation taken by Kirk and Spock until the collective shock and screams of Second Speaker's cohorts and the deaths and injuries which followed, had almost paralysed them.
The Anjano reflected on the lessons learned from observing and talking with the Terran and Vulcan. Not the least being the combined strength which had proved the two would make formidable enemies. First Speaker knew that he would prefer them as friends of Tebania but he did not know how that would now be possible.
At least there would be many interesting debates to savour. He spread out his wings and thought of Kirk, whose compassion and strength of will had saved the child from the lygar's clutches. One whose knowledge of his friend had seen through the gral's form to the Vulcan within. Then there was Spock, who had broken the restrictions of the animal body to make himself known to his captain by using methods alien to his nature. Both were truly admirable beings who had combined their differences to become an effective team and enjoyed a friendship closer than any he had ever seen. Watching them had been so energising. The chamber was silent as all waited for him to speak. The atmosphere was charged with tension and a certain excitement as he declared the debate open.
His people must be ready to face the Federation. Their limited form of psi-travel was now, due to their depleted numbers, even more inadequate. They must prove themselves worthy of membership to this star-spanning alliance yet First Speaker wondered again if, by their actions, the Anjano had already ruined their chances of galactic travel forever. And if so, was restraint of their powers worth the effort? Would they not be better to live life to the fullest in their own way, regardless of other species?
Although he had disapproved of the methods used, he could not deny to himself how fascinating it had been to live through the eyes and minds of the human and Vulcan. They had been far more interesting than any of the indigenous people of Tebania. How exhilarating it would have been to continue with the experiment. With a guilty start, he dismissed the seductive idea. He was the leader of his people and should set an example. With that virtuous thought he concentrated on the discussion but as time passed he realised that he was not the only one who now regretted the departure of the Starfleet officers. First Speaker's resolution began to weaken and he was not surprised when a decision was reached to initiate further surveillance.
Casting any qualms aside, he agreed and using dangerous techniques which boosted their psi-power, the Anjano cast themselves into space. Attuned to their former subjects' mental signals, it was not difficult to home in on them and they vicariously indulged in their favourite pastime in the hope that it would again brighten their dull existence.
Epilogue
Spock crushed the chess piece in his hand as he sensed familiar telepathic patterns nearby.
No. It cannot be.
Kirk's voice was concerned. "What's wrong?"
The pawn dropped from the Vulcan's fingers. "They are here, Jim. They watch us again."
Vulcan defences snapped into place. The psi gift once used by his ancestors to kill or maim enemies, and tapped earlier in a milder form against Kirk, emerged from deep inside Spock's mind. Augmented by Jim's anger Spock lashed out at the intruders.
With a cry of despair, the collective Anjano-force buckled then fled in terror.
There was silence in the red-draped room. Spock lowered his head onto his hands and tried to minimise the shock to his system caused by the brief telepathic battle. He swayed and almost fell. A strong grip supported him round the shoulders and, bolstered by that contact, he mastered his pain and shakiness and was able to focus on his friend's face.
"Spock, are you okay?" Kirk was kneeling beside him.
"I am somewhat fatigued but I am functional. And you, Jim?"
Kirk slumped back on his heels. "I'm fine," he said but there was strain in his eyes.
"Jim," Spock said. "Forgive me. I did not ask your permission."
"You didn't have to ask. I needed to strike out at them too, Spock. I'm only glad I was able to help you. So much for the Council and their fine words."
"Jim, thank you," Spock said. Once again he and Jim had fought together to defeat their enemies. His fragile newly strengthened shields had been shaken by this defensive action but he did not care. It had been necessary. There would be time to repair any damage.
"Yes," Kirk murmured.
"I must meditate now," Spock requested.
Jim had sensed his thoughts and would understand.
"Yes, I know." Kirk picked up the damaged pawn and turned it around in his hand. "Oh well, we both won this time. They bit off more than they could chew."
"Indeed. I do not believe the Anjano are now capable of returning. As they fled, their fear of me was uppermost in their thoughts." Spock did not pretend to misunderstand.
"Just as well they forgot that you wouldn't harm a fly."
Spock shook his head. "Vulcans can kill, Jim. And I did hurt them."
"Self defence, my friend, don't concern yourself. Let them think what they like. They needed a good doze of fear. Maybe now they'll learn respect for others." Kirk studied his friend's face. Spock needed to be alone. It was time to leave.
"Very well. However, if I may suggest, you require rest," Spock said.
"Yes, mom," Kirk said with a laugh at Spock's affronted expression.
"Jim, that is the second time you have referred to me as your..."
"Goodnight, Spock," Kirk interrupted. "I don't expect you to tuck me in."
He stood up and after a quick glance at Spock to confirm there was a show of Vulcan outrage, Kirk made his way to his quarters. Once there he reflected on this latest attack by the avians and had no compunction about stating his recommendations for the record.
Captain's log - supplemental: Despite their protestations of goodwill, the Anjano have again tried to monitor us. In my opinion they are a menace to other species. I strongly recommend that the planet Tebania be quarantined.
****
Reeling from the blow to their fragile long-distance control, and screaming with futile rage, the Anjano hurtled back to their world.
Fools! It has all gone wrong, First Speaker cried, blaming it on the others.
You agreed, came the indignant reply.
In a frenzied rage, the surviving avians pursued one another across the skies. Beneath them, the Lake People cowered in their huts and prayed to their goddess for protection. When silence finally fell they emerged into the daylight to see the mutilated bodies of the wind-gods sinking into the lake.
The Priestess gave thanks for the people's safety and wondered if the assistance they had given the Goddess's children had made Her look kindly upon Her humble worshippers. As Leryn prayed to the Mother in an attempt to learn what had become of Her children after they had been taken away, the answer came to her in a vision. The wind-gods had battled with each other over Kirk and Spock but had lost. The godlings had returned to the heavens.
With a smile to the others, Leryn settled onto the grass and began her newest tale. "The Sun-Mother knew that Her people were in danger and sent Her golden-haired son and his brother, the gral-lord to save Arva, the priestess-to-be, from the evil lygar-king." As she continued, Leryn embellished the story with magical and mysterious happenings and her audience sat entranced.
The Children of the Sun would be remembered, for all time, in the mythology of her people