was even worse than he had thought.
None of the regular crew was on duty. Five people he didnât recognize, each wearing the Orion constellation insignia of Starbase Four, were busy at bridge controls. Two of them, one a security officer, huddled over Spockâs science station. And Commodore Montana Wolfe had the gall to be sitting in his chair. At least that meant it might actually be an Alpha emergency, Kirk told himself, and decided he would begin the conversation as a Fleet officer. For the moment.
âThis had better be good, Commodore.â His voice was neutral but his eyes were on fire.
The commodore swung round in the chair. âAnd hello to you, too, Kirk.â She took the measure of his mood and added, âTrust me, itâs damned good.â Then she stood up. âLike to take over?â
But Kirk wasnât being bought off that easily. âWhat happened to my people?â He looked over to the science station. The starbase crew had attached a programmerâs siphon to Spockâs main viewer. The lights on the device rippled as it relayed the contents of the shipâs science databanks through a subspace downlink. Obviously Starfleet had provided the proper override codes, further adding to the seriousness of the situation.
The commodore stepped away from the command chair. âOnly two lieutenants on duty when we arrived, Captain. Navigation and communications. Theyâhow shall I put it?âhesitatedâ¦when I took command. I thought it was best to relieve them until things settled down.â
âAre things going to settle down?â Kirk didnât move toward the chair. He was taking his ship back on his own terms, not on the whim of a ranking officer.
âThat depends,â Wolfe hedged.
Kirk waited a moment for her to continue. When she didnât, he said, âAre you going to tell me what it depends on?â
Wolfe thought about that for a moment. âNo,â she finally said. âNo, Iâm not.â
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The medical scanner reported a heartrate of 212 beats per minute, blood pressure almost nonexistent, and an internal temperature of 66.6 degrees Celsius.
âAll readings are normal,â McCoy said as he swung the examination table down for Spock. âIn a manner of speaking.â
âAs I told you they would be, Doctor.â Spock stepped from the table and the scanner screen fell dark and silent.
âI just donât like the idea of you having been alone with a security interrogation team. Those military types are running around as if weâre all Klingons in disguise, and thereâs no telling what kind of medical bag of slimy tricks they might open up if they thought they needed help getting answers from a tight-lipped Vulcan.â
âI assure you, Doctor, I answered all of the questions they put to me.â
âAnd they believed you?â Sometimes McCoy didnât believe the medical data that suggested Vulcan skulls were just as thin as human ones.
âVulcans do not lie.â
McCoy rolled his eyes. âExcept when it seems to be the logical thing to do, right?â
Spock looked thoughtful. âOf course.â
âSo,â McCoy continued, âmaybe your interrogators thought you might have had a logical reason not to answer their questions.â
Now Spock looked puzzled. âBut as I told you, I answered all of their questions.â
McCoy waved his hands. âI give up, Spock. Maybe I should be checking out the interrogation team. You probably gave them all splitting headaches.â He looked up in alarm. âDonât say it!â
Spock closed his mouth in midword. Kirk came into sickbay, still in his dress tunic.
âYouâre all right, Spock?â he asked.
âYes, he is,â McCoy answered quickly.
âAnd you, Captain?â Spock said.
Kirk looked around as if searching for answers. âI donât know. My shipâs been comandeered by