Fic: I Always Knew The Sun Shone Out Of Uhura's...
Title: I Always Knew The Sun Shone Out Of Uhura's ...
Ship: Ashayam
Author: witblogi
Beta: theunworld and wyntreaurora
Rating:PG
Words: 1003
Warnings: Being extremely lacking out of not enough words :( I tried
Disclaimer: Do not own the lolarious Star Trek
Remet IV was a small glittering planet rich in Carbon spinning on the outer rim of the Remetias star system. First contact was going to be good. Kirk had the best feeling about this one, he knew it was going to go properly. Or at least, his hopes were high as he checked in with Scotty about beam location and ascended the transporter platform. Then his communications officer came storming in, head held high while his first officer trailed behind, brows furrowed.
Kirk watched as they climbed up onto the transporter platform flanking him, obviously agitated with each other. As much as he respected each of them for keeping it purely professional while on duty he couldn’t have anything working against them on away mission.
“You two going to be able to play nice?” He asked over his shoulder. Uhura threw him a glare and Spock raised his eyebrow before they both went back to checking their instruments operation efficiency.
He faced forward again and assured himself that they’re one of the scariest couples he’s ever had the misfortune to meet and would both rather resign from Starfleet before they publicly aired their dirty laundry.
“Alright, I’m here, let’s get this show on the road.” Bones strode in at last, adjusting the strap on his tricorder and mounting the platform. Once they were settled Kirk took a deep breath and gave the order to energize.
The Reminian people met them with open arms and necks draped with diamonds. The Carbon rich ecosphere in which they lived provided vast stores of the precious gem. Once the Reminian’s saw how highly they valued the stones, they offered them in trade for knowledge and protection from the Federation.
Things were going smoothly, no phaser fire as of yet, and Uhura and Spock were behaving if not avoiding each other. Really the only thing that had become detrimental to the whole experience was a thick fog that had rolled in.
“Is this normal?” Kirk asked the leader, referring to the thick white moisture curling around them. It made Spock and Bones standing a mere three meters away hazy silhouettes.
“No, no,” Uhura translated. “The weather is acting very strangely, perhaps a blessing of this union.”
“Weird.” Kirk said to himself signaling Uhura not to translate, turning as Bones approached them.
“Jim, Spock says the fog isn’t just water, it has a mess of other elements in it. If we stay for too long I can’t be certain it won’t have any permanent effects on our respiratory systems.”
“Alright.” Turning back to the locals he extended his apologies and explained how the fog was dangerous and they had to leave, but would resume their negotiations once it had cleared. When that was finished he pulled out his communicator to alert Scotty of their impending beam-up only to get static.
“Uhura, can you get the Enterprise?” He asked, tossing her his communicator. She had a way with things like this and he gladly deferred to her expertise.
“Captain,” Spock spoke up to his left, “I believe the fog’s trace amounts of Tantalum is diffracting our communication frequencies. Likewise it will prevent the Enterprise from gathering a signal lock to beam up.”
“He’s right, nothing but static.” Uhura appeared at Kirk’s right, handing back his communicator. Puzzled, Kirk looked up and noticed some of the fog had cleared on its own.
“Looks like it’s getting better, maybe we should stay and complete negotiations,” Kirk looked to Spock for his opinion.
“Negative, Captain. The Fog’s impurities are harmful on a dermal level as well. They have soaked into our clothing, we should return to the ship immediately for decontamination.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Uhura snapped. “He’s just obsessed with keeping his clothing immaculate, heaven forbid they get a little damp!” Kirk blinked. That was… unexpected. The fog around them began to collect again.
“Lieutenant, you’re forgetting your place-” Kirk half tuned them out, watching with interest how even through the thickness of the fog he could clearly see the sky darkening overhead.
“Don’t you Lieutenant me!” Uhura hissed and the air grew thick with electricity. Lightning streaking across the sky momentarily followed by a crack of thunder large enough to shake the ground beneath their feet.
“Guys-” The storm above grew along with their fight, visibly spooking the locals and causing McCoy to mutter under his breath. “Guys.” Kirk tried again, this time garnering their attention.
“What?!” Uhura whipped towards him.
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but I think your fight is somehow creating the weather,” He gave them a serious look, “And it isn’t exactly professional, so could you cool it?” He waved for Bones to scan them, which he proceeded to do with his usual enthusiasm.
Uhura turned out completely normal, agitated but within regular limits for a human evaluation. Spock on the other hand-
“Damn!” Bones whistled, pulling his scanner around the Vulcan’s ear. “Your telepathic impulses are off the charts. If I had to wager a guess I’d say your mood is dictating the weather.”
“Spock, how long until we’re affected by the fog?”
“Nineteen point three four minutes, sir.” He replied calmly. Kirk noticed the storm had passed but the fog was as thick and uncomfortable as ever.
“Well, that’s how long you’ve got to resolve this tiff with Uhura so we can leave,” He stepped back then, watching with Bones as they picked up their argument but now with fierce calm overlaying their rushed words. The fog became agitated but did not abate nor increase.
“Don’t- I still love you even if I can’t stand you sometimes! You know that!” Uhura laughed finally, “Let's just get back on the ship and we’ll figure it out.” She smiled and took one of his hands briefly. Spock inclined his head and as he did the fog slowly seeped away.
Bones made an amused noise as their sun began to shine warmly, “Well I’ll be. The sun really does shine outta Uhura’s-”
“Don’t even say it.”
Ship: Ashayam
Author: witblogi
Beta: theunworld and wyntreaurora
Rating:PG
Words: 1003
Warnings: Being extremely lacking out of not enough words :( I tried
Disclaimer: Do not own the lolarious Star Trek
Remet IV was a small glittering planet rich in Carbon spinning on the outer rim of the Remetias star system. First contact was going to be good. Kirk had the best feeling about this one, he knew it was going to go properly. Or at least, his hopes were high as he checked in with Scotty about beam location and ascended the transporter platform. Then his communications officer came storming in, head held high while his first officer trailed behind, brows furrowed.
Kirk watched as they climbed up onto the transporter platform flanking him, obviously agitated with each other. As much as he respected each of them for keeping it purely professional while on duty he couldn’t have anything working against them on away mission.
“You two going to be able to play nice?” He asked over his shoulder. Uhura threw him a glare and Spock raised his eyebrow before they both went back to checking their instruments operation efficiency.
He faced forward again and assured himself that they’re one of the scariest couples he’s ever had the misfortune to meet and would both rather resign from Starfleet before they publicly aired their dirty laundry.
“Alright, I’m here, let’s get this show on the road.” Bones strode in at last, adjusting the strap on his tricorder and mounting the platform. Once they were settled Kirk took a deep breath and gave the order to energize.
The Reminian people met them with open arms and necks draped with diamonds. The Carbon rich ecosphere in which they lived provided vast stores of the precious gem. Once the Reminian’s saw how highly they valued the stones, they offered them in trade for knowledge and protection from the Federation.
Things were going smoothly, no phaser fire as of yet, and Uhura and Spock were behaving if not avoiding each other. Really the only thing that had become detrimental to the whole experience was a thick fog that had rolled in.
“Is this normal?” Kirk asked the leader, referring to the thick white moisture curling around them. It made Spock and Bones standing a mere three meters away hazy silhouettes.
“No, no,” Uhura translated. “The weather is acting very strangely, perhaps a blessing of this union.”
“Weird.” Kirk said to himself signaling Uhura not to translate, turning as Bones approached them.
“Jim, Spock says the fog isn’t just water, it has a mess of other elements in it. If we stay for too long I can’t be certain it won’t have any permanent effects on our respiratory systems.”
“Alright.” Turning back to the locals he extended his apologies and explained how the fog was dangerous and they had to leave, but would resume their negotiations once it had cleared. When that was finished he pulled out his communicator to alert Scotty of their impending beam-up only to get static.
“Uhura, can you get the Enterprise?” He asked, tossing her his communicator. She had a way with things like this and he gladly deferred to her expertise.
“Captain,” Spock spoke up to his left, “I believe the fog’s trace amounts of Tantalum is diffracting our communication frequencies. Likewise it will prevent the Enterprise from gathering a signal lock to beam up.”
“He’s right, nothing but static.” Uhura appeared at Kirk’s right, handing back his communicator. Puzzled, Kirk looked up and noticed some of the fog had cleared on its own.
“Looks like it’s getting better, maybe we should stay and complete negotiations,” Kirk looked to Spock for his opinion.
“Negative, Captain. The Fog’s impurities are harmful on a dermal level as well. They have soaked into our clothing, we should return to the ship immediately for decontamination.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Uhura snapped. “He’s just obsessed with keeping his clothing immaculate, heaven forbid they get a little damp!” Kirk blinked. That was… unexpected. The fog around them began to collect again.
“Lieutenant, you’re forgetting your place-” Kirk half tuned them out, watching with interest how even through the thickness of the fog he could clearly see the sky darkening overhead.
“Don’t you Lieutenant me!” Uhura hissed and the air grew thick with electricity. Lightning streaking across the sky momentarily followed by a crack of thunder large enough to shake the ground beneath their feet.
“Guys-” The storm above grew along with their fight, visibly spooking the locals and causing McCoy to mutter under his breath. “Guys.” Kirk tried again, this time garnering their attention.
“What?!” Uhura whipped towards him.
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but I think your fight is somehow creating the weather,” He gave them a serious look, “And it isn’t exactly professional, so could you cool it?” He waved for Bones to scan them, which he proceeded to do with his usual enthusiasm.
Uhura turned out completely normal, agitated but within regular limits for a human evaluation. Spock on the other hand-
“Damn!” Bones whistled, pulling his scanner around the Vulcan’s ear. “Your telepathic impulses are off the charts. If I had to wager a guess I’d say your mood is dictating the weather.”
“Spock, how long until we’re affected by the fog?”
“Nineteen point three four minutes, sir.” He replied calmly. Kirk noticed the storm had passed but the fog was as thick and uncomfortable as ever.
“Well, that’s how long you’ve got to resolve this tiff with Uhura so we can leave,” He stepped back then, watching with Bones as they picked up their argument but now with fierce calm overlaying their rushed words. The fog became agitated but did not abate nor increase.
“Don’t- I still love you even if I can’t stand you sometimes! You know that!” Uhura laughed finally, “Let's just get back on the ship and we’ll figure it out.” She smiled and took one of his hands briefly. Spock inclined his head and as he did the fog slowly seeped away.
Bones made an amused noise as their sun began to shine warmly, “Well I’ll be. The sun really does shine outta Uhura’s-”
“Don’t even say it.”