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Change of Blood

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The USS Enterprise was in route to the colony of New Vulcan with a cargo hold and shuttle bay filled with supplies for the colonists. They were carrying everything from food rations to virtually every type of crop growing seed, blankets and clothes to building materials and construction equipment. It was common knowledge that Vulcans prided themselves on being self-sufficient and self-reliant (though they'd never admit to having pride as that was an emotion and Vulcans don't have emotions). Having to rely on the charity and generosity of the other members of the Federation was no doubt starting to bother them. Kirk had been, despite what his communication officer thought, very concerned about the Vulcan people being even more uncomfortable than they no doubt already were. But Spock, once he had learned that Kirk was genuinely interested in the well being of his people, had assured Kirk that the supplies they were delivering would go a long way to helping the remaining 15,000 Vulcans become an independent people once again. Knowing this made the mission even more important to Kirk than before. He was determined that this mission was going to go as smoothly as it could.

“Captain, I'm picking up a distress signal...” Uhura started before gasping with her eyes wide, “It's in Vulcan!”

“Uhura locate the origin of that signal! Sulu, be prepared to lock onto those coordinates as soon as you have them.” Kirk ordered before pressing a button on his chair that connected him to the engine room, “Scotty, have those engines ready to jump to a high warp.”

“Aye Cap'n.” Scotty responded before he closed the channel.

“Coordinates received and entered Captain.” Sulu stated.

“Warp factor 7 Mr. Sulu.” Kirk commanded.

The Enterprise jumped forward at its third highest speed. Less than five minutes later when the Enterprise dropped out of warp, a very battered freighter ship came into view. And near by it was what looked like an Orion Pirate ship.

“That freighter belongs to the colony.” Spock stated, his face blank of emotion as always. The only sign of his anger was a stiffening of his shoulders and the tightening of his grip on the railing behind his chair. These pirates were obviously seeking to make a large profit off of the dangerously low numbers of Vulcans which was now perhaps the rarest of species.

This is a problem! There's so few Vulcans left as it is. Any further losses would be devastating to a people who've already lost so much. Kirk thought in alarm. “Go to Red Alert! Mr Spock! Run a scan of both ships. Find out how many Vulcans are on each. Lieutenant Uhura! Hail the Vulcan freighter and have them start beaming all remaining crew and personnel over to us to prevent further losses.” Kirk ordered, “Bones!” he called after connecting to Sick Bay, “Prepare to take on an as of yet unknown number of Vulcans who are likely in need of medical attention.”

“Dammit Jim!” Bones cursed, “I'll be ready. But you better have an explanation ready for me when this is done!” The doctor then turned around and started barking orders at the medical staff before the connection was closed.

“Captain. Nine Vulcan life signs remain on the freighter. Twenty two on the slaver ship.” Spock reported.

“Alright.” Kirk punched a button on his chair and made an announcement to the entire ship, “I want a fully armed away team of security officers waiting for Mr. Spock and myself in transporter room 2. Kirk out.” Kirk commanded before rising from his chair and heading to the turbolift. “Mr. Sulu you have the con.”

“Yes sir.”

Spock quickly joined Kirk in the lift. He looked the other man over. Those blue eyes, which Spock considered exotic as nearly everyone on Vulcan That Was had brown eyes, were hardened in anger towards those who were threatening Spock’s people. He knew after serving with the man for nearly eight months that an angry Kirk ment business.

Jim never ceases to surprise me in his desire to protect my people. Spock found himself thinking as they exited the lift and made their way to the transporter room. As they walked Spock found his mind wandering to thoughts about how if Kirk were Vulcan in pre-Surakien times, he most likely would've been the leader of a band of warriors and would've had his pick of any male for his shield brother and bondmate. Thinking of a Vulcan Kirk taking another male as his bondmate caused a wave of jealousy to rush though Spock nearly making him growl aloud.

James is mine. No other's. Only mine! A voice in his mind growled. That voice shocked Spock. Jim is not mine. He thought. Not yet. The voice responded, But he is T'hy'la and he is mine. Seeing nine Vulcans, a third of which had severe injuries, being escorted by some of the medical staff to Sick Bay forced Spock to snap out of it and focus. Those troubling thoughts would have to wait until Spock was able to meditate.

The pair entered the transporter room to find the armed security team Kirk requested waiting for them. Kirk grabbed his phaser, set it to the highest level of stun available, and then joined the waiting officers on the transporter pad. Spock quickly joined him after arming himself. Kirk gave the order to energize and they were gone.