Star Trek: The Lost Missions: “GoldiSpock and the Three Bears” (Part 1)
by Christopher Jones
Captain’s Log, Stardate 3341.6. We have just entered orbit around the fourth planet of the Gamma Ursa system following the detection of an unusual structure on the planet’s surface. Gamma Ursa IV, a planet previously cataloged as lifeless, now appears to be home to… a small cottage. We’re organizing a landing party and preparing to beam down to investigate…
The sweet yet strange sound of birds chirping filled the air as a warm springtime breeze gently made its way through the lush green forests of Gamma Ursa IV. If there had been anyone there to feel it, they would have commented on how close this place came to paradise.
But no humanoids—in fact no lifeforms at all—had ever been detected on this world. That’s why it was so strange that birds were chirping—a fact that would be noted shortly by the motley crew of pajama-clad humanoids now beaming their way down to the surface.
A harmonic ringing crept its way into the air, grew in intensity, and then died away as six figures suddenly appeared in a dusty clearing from which two narrow trails led off into the forest.
“I still hate that damn thing!” cried Dr. Leonard McCoy, chief medical officer aboard the Starship Enterprise.
“Indeed, Doctor,” replied Spock in his most sarcastic tone, “You’ve never mentioned it before.”
“As a matter of fact I…”
At about that time Captain James T. Kirk, clad as always in his tight fitting black pants and gold command tunic, broke into the exchange. “All right you two, cut it out. We’ve got work to do. Spock, you, Chekov, and Uhura take the trail to the left. Bones, Ensign Jackson, you’re with me. We’ll head off to the right. Everyone keep a communication channel open and report anything unusual. Let’s see if we can’t find out how this little cottage got on a lifeless planet.”
“May I remind you, Captain,” said Spock, “that the chirping birds that we now hear would indicate that this planet is not lifeless.”
“Thank you Spock,” responded Kirk curtly, “previously thought to be lifeless is what I meant. And I think you knew it.”
“There’s no need to get defensive, Jim. I was simply pointing out…”
“I know what you were doing. Now, everyone, let’s get moving.”
The group split into two, each heading off down their respective trails. Ensign Jackson, his red tunic hanging from his scrawny body, wore an expression of deep concern as his figure receded from the small, dusty clearing. All the while, a large pair of eyes concealed in the bushes looked on.
The trail upon which Kirk, McCoy, and Jackson trudged was barely wide enough for two people to walk abreast, and quickly became overgrown with vines. Walking without tripping was difficult, and Jackson was afraid that, if some kind of giant Venus flytrap were to suddenly pop up out of the undergrowth, he would be the first to be eaten.
“Stop worrying Ensign,” said Kirk. “You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to wear the red shirt. Besides, you’re with McCoy and me, nothing ever happens to anyone when they’re with us.”
Kirk gave a quick wink to McCoy who returned the gesture. This made Jackson even more uneasy. He knew very well that one of the cardinal rules of being in Starfleet was to never beam down wearing a red shirt.
“Jim, what’s that over there?” asked McCoy.
He pointed to a large tree with enormous branches that rose into the air like, well, enormous branches of a large tree. Near the tree was a small clearing. Not as large as the one they had arrived in, but still big enough for the three of them to stand in comfortably.
Unlike the first clearing, this one wasn’t dusty. Rather it was covered with vines that were intertwined like a hundred snakes thrown into a small room. Only the vines didn’t slither like snakes would. They had been pressed down to create a flat surface and were quite still. This is something that Jackson noted as he allowed a small sigh of relief to escape from his mouth.
The other notable feature of the clearing was the presence of a small plastic container placed in the exact center of the flattened area. The container was small, about 14cm in height, and filled with a golden substance. Kirk headed for it and was about to grab it when McCoy yelled at him to stop.
“Better let me do a bioscan first. That golden substance is clearly a liquid of some kind. Could be poisonous. Now, if I can just get this tricorder open… there we go.”
“What have you got, Bones?”
“According to these readings, it’s a sweet, viscous fluid containing about 70% or 80% sugar.” “That’s a strange looking container, don’t you think Captain?” interjected Jackson, “It looks like a cute little bear.”
“Yes, a little plastic bear,” replied Kirk, “where have I seen that before? I wish Spock were here, I’m sure he’d know the answer.”
“Damn it, Jim!” exclaimed McCoy, “You don’t need that pointy-eared computer to tell you that. We used to have these all the time back on Earth. That’s a honey bear. The golden substance is just plain honey.”
“Of course,” said Kirk, “now I remember. But what’s a honey bear doing in the middle of a forest clearing on Gamma Ursa IV?”
At that moment all three men jerked their heads around as something stirred in the bushes just a few feet away.
to be continued…
Will Kirk and company uncover the secret of the honey bear? What is to become of Ensign Jackson? Where will Spock’s trail lead? All of these questions and more will be answered in the next installment of “GoldiSpock and the Three Bears.”
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