Code: Rescue 911

About two dozen armed security guards beamed down to secure the area, followed by two shuttlecraft landing. Chief of Security, Jose Nieves, scanned with his tricorder after noticing the scattered bodies laying around the grounds. He signaled his men to spread out and search, they stepped over the dead and stunned bodies looking for the captain.

"What in the world happened here?" Jose asked as he stepped over the troll bodies, he had never seen creatures like them before. His communicator beeped and he flipped it open.

"Report Nieves."

"We are still searching among the bodies Mr. DeSalle."

"Notify me at once, when you find them."

"Aye Sir."

The arena was huge, with bodies in the stands and main fairground. "Everyone, pair up and spread out. Stun any of those creatures." Commanded Nieves.

Within five minutes they found the bridge party, unconscious and surrounded by the trolls. Nieves flipped open his communicator and reported to DeSalle that they had found them. DeSalle ordered the medical team down to assess their condition. Chapel and M'Benga materialized first and sprinted towards the bodies followed by other medical teams. The medical team assessed each crew member and began triage. Giving them shots, bandaging their wounds, taking vitals, and determining who was most injured.

M'Benga reported to DeSalle, "The captain and most of the bridge crew are alive. There are two dead."

" Can they be moved? We need to get them out of there."

Christine assessed Leonard, wiping away the orange blood on his face. Relieved and sad about the condition everyone had been found in, she gave him a stimulant to help regulate his body, and then left to help the others. She saw Nyota slumped over Spock's body while Geoffrey was working on Spock.

Geoffrey noticed Spock's bio-signs were registering differently, and realized he was in distress. His body temperature was abnormally low and the tricorder registered internal hemorrhaging. He needed to work fast.

Everyone felt remorse when they found Doyle and Garrison dead among the bodies. They were carefully removed to the shuttlecraft, to be transferred to the morgue.

DeSalle urged Nieves, "Hurry up, we don't know how long the stun will last! You have five minutes max!" DeSalle had stunned the entire arena. Those without a communicator registered as human life forms. However, their condition couldn't be confirmed until Medical arrived. They would have been sitting ducks without Security. There were a lot of boots on the ground. More people were at risk and more people needed to be moved. Desalle was relieved that everyone had been found so close together, but it had come at a price. There were casualties, Micheal wondered if they could have been there faster.

"Yes sir. Get everyone moving now!" Jose responded, and kept post as the teams worked.

Nieves began hurrying the landing party knowing the true extent of everyone's condition, the rush made the medical team nervous. The seriously injured were beamed aboard while the others were carried to the shuttlecraft to be flown to the ship.

As soon as everyone was on board, DeSalle ordered the Enterprise out of the galaxy. He didn't know how long the stun was going to last and with how the people attacked the ship and how the crew were taken, he didn't want to find out. So he prioritized getting his captain and crew back to safety, where he would give him the full report on the whole situation.

Meanwhile, in Sickbay recovery room, with the sound of the biobeds beeping and clicking, a whole team of doctors and nurses worked feverishly taking care of their recovered crewmated. Regenerating their open wounds, scanning their bodies and performing minor operations on internal injuries. Hyposprayed and bandaged, the bridge crew lay unconscious. They were stripped of their bloody clothes, washed down, and redressed in clean gowns. The doctors' work finished, they settled in and wrote their reports, preparing them for the review of the acting Commander DeSalle.

Michael came into sickbay breathing a little better now that the Enterprise was back in their own quadrant, heading for the nearest starbase. He surveyed the bridge crew and saw swollen limbs and faces lying on biobeds. Michael approached Dr. M'Benga,

"Well Doctor, what do we have?"

Both men walked to Captain Kirk's bed and looked at the pale skinned commander sleeping. M'Benga looked up at his vitals.

"Besides being stunned, which was sort of a good thing, the captain has sword and stab wounds to his lower abdomen, several broken ribs, and a mild concussion. They are healing as we speak, he will recover. His body is physically exhausted."

Michael looked at M'Benga with a stern face. "What did you see down there, doctor?"

"We saw some form of an arena, like an old colosseum type, bodies everywhere near and around the crew. Plus those in the stands, it appears they were interested in observing how the landing party were defending themselves."

DeSalle sighed, " Against those creatures."

"Correct, they must have been at it for a while. The rest of the crew show exhaustion and fatigue. Stunning them gave their bodies some form of rest."

Michael walked around each biobed, stopping to look at the sleeping and bruised faces of each crewmember.

"But other than that they are alive and recovering?"

Geoffrey breathed deeply and folded his arms,

"Yes, all except Mr. Spock and Nyota."

Both men walked over to the far side of Sickbay, to where Nyota and Spock lay.

"Mr. Spock's wounds are healing, but his brain wave patterns are off. His heart rate shows fluctuations which the team and I can't figure out."

"What does that have to do with 's wife?" asked Michael.

"You see they are both connected, it's a Vulcan thing which I don't expect you to understand. But they feel and know each other's thoughts Mr. DeSalle, I suspect whatever is going on in their deep consciousness is affecting each other."

"How can you tell if they are healing?" asked DeSalle.

"It's tricky for us to understand, but to a Vulcan it's normal. They might come out of this together, it all depends on how deep the psychological trauma is."

Geoffrey turned to DeSalle, "Vulcans are logical people, everything has a purpose and they accept that. Things are more black and white. It works for them."

"But this is different doctor, Ms. Uhura isn't Vulcan."

"Correct, that is why I will monitor them closely and speak to them."

"Speak to them? How?"

"Vulcanian are still in touch with their surroundings when in this state. Mr. Spock is processing information as we speak."

"Wow."

Geoffrey and DeSalle continued walking out of the recovery room towards the waiting area.

"Vulcanian bodies heal much faster when certain systems are shut down, just like when we induce a coma in a patient so the body can repair itself faster."

"How long?"

"That depends on Mr. Spock."

"Then the rest of the crew is basically fine?"

"Not really. When they wake up, they all will need psych evaluations before returning to duty. I put that in my report Mr. DeSalle. What I witnessed down there was not healthy for any one of them. I have already informed Dr. Robinson and the medical division of Starfleet. I'm sorry Michael, but you and I are COs until further notice, Starfleet should be informing us soon."

Micheal sat in the nearest chair, it didn't occur to him that all the senior officers were out, except M'Benga and himself. The ship was already heading to the nearest starbase for support. He thought for a moment and stood.

"Thank you, doctor, for your report. Keep me informed of any change in the captain."

"I will Commander DeSalle, any changes."

DeSalle left to return to the bridge and wait for the captain to awaken, as well as orders from Starfleet.