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Jan222011

GoldiSpock and the Three Bears (Part 3)

Star Trek: The Lost Missions: “GoldiSpock and the Three Bears” (Part 3)

by Christopher Jones

Missed the beginning of the story? Start with Part 1.

Last time on Star Trek: The Lost Missions…

After Spock’s team went missing in action during Part 1, they were finally spotted by a bird perched high in a tree. Unfortunately, they were found to be lost and without a functioning tricorder. Forced to resort to a toy compass to gain their bearing, they eagerly waited for the needle to stop spinning. Meanwhile, Ensign Jackson was finally eaten, but by a bear rather than a Venus flytrap, and Kirk and McCoy found themselves caught in a net, dangling from a tree. The Enterprise had still not been heard from.

And now the continuation…

High above Gamma Ursa IV orbited a large gray ship whose less than graceful design — a large saucer connected to an angled neckpiece that sat upon a cigar-shaped body, one nacelle sticking out on each side — was by no means beautiful, but could nevertheless win your heart. As Starfleet’s flagship, the U.S.S. Enterprise was equipped with state-of-the-art technology and was one of mankind’s greatest achievements. An outside observer would have taken note of this ship with admiration. They would have also taken note of it with odd curiosity due to one particular feature. Protruding from the ship’s cigar-shaped body, just at the point where the angled neckpiece joined it, was a thin piece of ordinary string that rose indefinitely into space above the ship. The observer would have been at a loss to explain this feature.

Inside this great metallic space bird sat a young Japanese man. And he looked delighted.

The chair in which he sat was not his. Rather it belonged to Captain James T. Kirk; but Hikaru Sulu had been told to keep it warm until the captain returned. He looked down at the arm of the chair and pressed a small button. Almost immediately a sound filled the air.

“Aye, Scotty ‘ere” said the Enterprise’s chief engineer, Montgomery Scott, his Scottish accent making every word sound delightful. “Wha’ canna do for ya?”

“I’m sorry to disturb you Mr. Scott,” replied Sulu politely, “but I just wanted to remind you that I’m George Takei.”

“Understood, laddie.”

“One day I’m going to have a ship of my own.”

“As you wish.”

There was an awkward pause. “Anything else you wanna tell me?” queried Scotty.

“Oh, yes. I almost forgot,” answered Sulu, snapping back to reality. “I also wanted to inform you that we have lost contact with the landing party. We were tracking them on sensors when they left the clearing. But now sensors show no life signs and they aren’t responding to hails.”

“I see,” said Scotty, a slight twinge of concern entering his voice, “It must be interference from the atmosphere, but just to be safe I’d better double-check our equipment.”

“Good thinking, sir. How long will it take?”

“Well, laddie, normally it’d take eight hours… but today I’m runnin’ a special. I’ll do it for ya in two.”

The commotion in the forest clearing had begun to die down as the number of humanoids present was reduced by one. The grizzly bear that had just devoured Ensign Jackson now stood still, staring up in the air at the two men trapped in the net.

“Well, that about does it for Jackson,” quipped Kirk. “He was a good officer; just had bad fashion sense.”

“You can say that again,” responded the doctor. “And did you know I wasn’t even aware that he was hypoglycemic? Not that it matters much now.”

“No, it doesn’t seem so important at the moment,” agreed Kirk. “But what is important is how we are going to get out of this net. That bear looks pretty angry.”

“It’s a good thing we were up here when he came out of the bushes,” added McCoy.

“But now we’d better get out of here, Bones. Any ideas?”

“We could use a phaser,” proposed the doctor.

“Good thinking.”

Kirk squeezed his hand between his thigh and McCoy’s chest and extracted his phaser. Pointing it at the net as best he could, he prepared to fire. “Get ready to fall,” he warned McCoy, and then he pushed the button.

Nothing happened.

“Come on, Jim, fire the damn phaser.”

“I just did. It looks like it isn’t working. Can you reach your communicator? Maybe we can get Sulu to beam us out of here.”

“Sure, just a second… here it is.”

Doctor McCoy gave the communicator to Kirk, who then tried to flip it open in his usual cool fashion only to find that there wasn’t enough space. Instead he had to slowly pry it open enough to activate it.

“Kirk to Enterprise, come in Mr. Sulu.”

Nothing.

“Kirk to Enterprise, Mr. Sulu, Scotty, can you read me?”

Still nothing.

“It looks like this isn’t working either. I guess we’ll have to get out of here the old fashioned way.”

The relative silence that had fallen upon the clearing following the transformation of Jackson from frightened Ensign into lunch was suddenly broken by the sound of movement from below.

“Jim,” said McCoy nervously, “what’s that bear doing?”

“It looks like he’s preparing to lower the net.”

“You think he is the one who set the trap?”

“Certainly looks that way. We’ve seen stranger things, you know.”

Both men looked down at the bear, sized him up, and agreed that he was probably after more than the honey.

“We’re going to need some way to incapacitate him before he can eat us, Bones. Do you have any tranquilizers?”

“I’m not sure, Jim. You need one?”

“Funny, Bones.”

“Let me get this med kit open and I’ll see what we’ve got.”

McCoy managed with difficulty to open the small black medical case that he always carried when joining the landing party. Peeking inside the case he found very little that was useful.

“It looks like most of this stuff is useless since our equipment isn’t functioning,” he told the Captain. “All I’ve got to work with is a syringe and four vials of different colored liquids.”

This concerned Kirk, but, hating to lose, he quickly began formulating a plan.

“What colors have you got?” he asked McCoy.

“There’s red, blue, yellow, and… clear.”

“No green?”

“None.”

“Damn it! We didn’t come this far just to be stopped by a chromatic deficiency,” exclaimed Kirk.

“What the hell are you talking about, Jim?” asked McCoy, puzzled.

“The green stuff. You remember, it saved us on that planet that looked like Earth—the one with that girl. What was her name? Mary? Miri?”

“Oh, yeah. Miri. All the adults had been dying, but my special green concoction saved everyone.”

“Can you whip some up?”

“Well let’s see, I’ve got blue and yellow. Yeah, Jim, I think I can.”

“And can you change the formula so that it will put the bear to sleep rather than keeping him from aging?”

“I believe so.”

“Then hurry! We’re starting to move.”

The bear stood on its hind legs, holding a rope with its two front paws. It was slowly tugging on the rope and lowering the net to the ground. There was a certain twinkle in its eye, the kind of twinkle that says, “This is my lucky day.”

McCoy scrambled to mix the liquids in the cramped space and finally got both colors in a single vial. He swished it around and then said to Jim, “That looks about right.” Then he quickly loaded the syringe just as the net stopped with a jerk a few feet from the ground.

The bear reached up to the branch from which the net was hanging and untied it. The two men tumbled to the ground.

“Quick, Bones! The syringe!”

Dr. McCoy rammed the needle into the bear with the deftness of a starship going to warp. Thump! The bear fell listlessly to the ground, and all grew quiet. McCoy walked over to the bear and felt for a pulse.

“Good work, Bones,” Kirk said, “Is he going to be all right.”

There was an awkward pause before the doctor looked up and answered.

“He’s dead, Jim.”

to be continued…

Will Scotty and Sulu be able to get the communications system working again? What will Kirk and McCoy do now that they’ve killed a bear? Why wasn’t the plight of Spock, Uhura, and Chekov addressed in Part 3 as promised? All of these questions and more will be answered in the next installment of “GoldiSpock and the Three Bears.”

Read the entire GoldiSpock and the Three Bears saga. Use the links below to jump to each installment:

Part One
Part Two
Part Three (You are here.)
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven

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