We Have to Survive part 4

Kirk was kneeling beside the dead Thomas Doyle, the women gathered around and staring in shock. As Spock and the rest joined them, McCoy knelt down and examined Doyle.

"He's dead Jim." said McCoy, shaking his head.

Kirk looked up at the rest of his crew. Sulu was hugging his wife Charlene, Spock was standing close by Nyota and examining her, Scotty and Garrison asked Lola if she was okay.

It was tragic to lose anyone, under any circumstances, but for something as senseless as this...

"Is anyone else hurt or injured?" asked Kirk.

Garrison responded, "Just bruises and cuts Sir"

Lola confirmed, covering her shoulder under her torn uniform, "Yes. Just cuts, bruises, and ripped uniforms."

"How are we going to get out of here?" asked Charlene, giving her husband a worried look.

Kirk stood up and looked at the roaring crowd screaming for more, then he looked at his crew.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the odds don't look good. We only have the weapons we confiscated from our first attack. I don't see a way out of here. I am open to suggestions."

McCoy glared at Spock. "PLEASE Spock, don't give us the odds or tell me this is fascinating!"

Spock arched his brows. "On the contrary Doctor, the situation at hand has multiple variables based on the creatures we have encountered."

Kirk looked at Spock: "Explain Mr. Spock?"

"Based on the time that has passed, the Enterprise has probably done an extensive search for the planet. They would have found information that I, or others, have dated or recorded. Since we all traveled in some sort of transport beam, I believe it left a signature that is trackable."

Nyota leaned into Spock's shoulder, feeling a sort of peace that the Enterprise is looking for them, at least. The rest of the team gave signs of hope.

"How long would it take to get here?" asked Scotty.

"You believe that the Enterprise is on its way?" asked Sulu, holding his wife tighter.

Kirk looked at his crew. "Time, everyone, time is the key. Will the Enterprise get here in time? Let's strategize our next plan of action. I believe our host or hosts are not done with us. Let's stay in formation, use the weapons that you gained, fighting in pairs is the best option. But most importantly, stick together!"

Kirk looked at Spock for some form of an answer, "Spock, do you have anything else for this situation?"

"It appears that these simple creatures are programmed to attack any other species that enter this arena."

"How do you know that Mr. Spock?" asked Scotty.

"I mind- linked with one of the creatures. They have a device in their cerebellum making them attack without cause, they are being controlled."

"So reasoning with them is out of the question then?" asked Kirk.

"Correct, they have no self-control. Whatever higher being that is in charge of this planet is using them to destroy other species as entertainment."

"I tried to communicate using sign language since I don't have their language to communicate. Now you're saying that they are being controlled, it makes sense that there was no response," added Uhura.

Scotty added, "They have a strange form of entertainment. The odds are always death."

It was a grave situation, and they all knew it. The crew looked around and the crowd continued to cheer like they were saying more. Then the gates opened again and more trolls like creatures poured out, they were outnumbered this time. The view looked dim, but the crowd stood on their feet and waited for them to engage.

Nyota grabbed Lola's arm and said firmly, "Lola stay with me."

"Uhura I'm scared!"

"So am I. Here, kneel down with this javelin, jab anything that comes near us."

"Okay."

"I've-I-ve. Never -"

"We don't have a choice in the matter, aim for the middle of those creatures."

Lola said shakingly: "Okay. I'll-do-it."

Spock placed his mind in a meditative state. He knew he would have to take a life to defend his wife. He held her hand a little tighter, and looked into her eyes. He wanted a future with her, but the odds were not in their favor, his ancestry would be pivotal, he will protect her with his life. He assessed the oncoming troll-like creatures. Having no choice, they charged at the bridge crew with a battle cry, their weapons held high.

Sulu/Masters:

Sulu gave his wife a grave look, squeezing her hand and holding a sword with the other. "You ready?"

Shaking her head, she watched the first three trolls descend upon them. "No- I love you, Hikaru."

He looked at her and squeezed her arm, maybe for the last time. "I love you too Char, thank you for making me a happy man."

They both refocused and prepared. The creatures attacked the couple, Charlene deflected her sword against the creature's side, striking it, causing orange blood to ooze out. It attacked her again and sliced her uniform at the torso, drawing blood. She attacked again, knowing that the troll was bigger and stronger, she figured her hits had to be precise. She used her speed, dodging around the troll and striking it in the back. It collapsed to the ground.

Sulu held off two creatures with the twirling movements of his sword, jabbing, stabbing, and swishing. Practice and collecting swords had been his passion for years, never would have thought the lives of himself and his wife would rely on it. He remembered samurai tactics and used them, glad he taught some of these skills to his wife. His swiftness took out both trolls, he turned to see Charlene finishing her attacker, and moved to stand closer to her with a brief sigh of relief.

Kirk/McCoy

Jim looked around the arena, trying to find a way out of this place. He considered one of the gates as an exit. But where to go from there? Would it lead to outdoors or another place of engagement? Kirk was near Bones, guarding him, he didn't like to fight unless he had to. He didn't get the chance to look at anyone else's wounds. Jim had a javelin in his hands, holding it up lengthwise to counter-attack and shield against sword strikes. He glanced at Bones and saw him wielding a sword, delivering counter strikes against a troll. The trolls were larger and heavier, slow at striking, but their bulk made the impact of their strikes taxing to block directly.

"You okay there Bones?"

McCoy struck the creature in the arm making it bleed orange gooey blood.

"Just fine Jim, just fine!"

Kirk looked around to see how the others are doing, hoping they were looking for a way of escape. "How long Enterprise? If we ever needed a cavalry it is now!" thought Kirk.

Jim focused on his next target, and attacked a troll trying to pass McCoy's flank. He quickly moved and struck his sword in its neck, gurgling it fell to the ground. Kirk took a deep breath, his chest heaving in and out. Shirt ripped and stained with troll blood, he looked up and saw more trolls coming through the gates. "This is not good."

Scotty/Garrison

Fighting side by side, thrusting, jabbing, and slicing the unending trolls with their snarling teeth and drooling mouths. They came and kept coming towards the landing party, Scotty kept swinging his sword with his own battle cry.

"Yah ugly looking piece of trash!"

His sword crashed against the troll-looking creature. Leaning into his sword for leverage, Scotty thrust into its stomach and orange blood flowed. Then something struck him on the side and pierced him, he turned to strike at his assailant's hand, taking it off. As Scotty tried to staunch the flow of blood seeping from his shirt, he turned to see Garrison in trouble.

Miles was working hard to keep the trolls at bay. He had easily struck down two with his sword, but more came as soon as he finished. One troll lunged at him, missing his head. Miles dropped to the ground, rolled to his left and struck the troll's knee, causing it to buckle to the ground and growl in pain. Then he struck it again in the torso, killing it. He was in a bad position. As Miles got up, a shadow was cast over him and he swung his blade back, hitting another troll in the mid-section. That's when he realized he was too far from Mr. Scott. Looking from side to side, he slowly began to stand and back up, trying to regain his position with Mr. Scott. He engaged another troll with a spear, getting hit in the shoulder, piercing his flesh. Miles gasped in pain and lost his sword. As he was kneeling down to retrieve it, a fatal blow came from his right. His eyes rolled back and he slumped on the ground.

Scotty ran to him and began to drag his body back to the group.

Miles looked up at Scotty, "It's been an honor Sir." and closed his eyes.

"Ya poor lad, you just started livin."

Scotty wiped the sweat from his face, he didn't have time to mourn, he hastily looked around and stood again to fight more trolls.