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beam me aboard."

"Aye, Captain," Spock said.

Kirk snapped his communicator closed at almost the same moment Bogle
did. The two captains turned and faced each other, all thought of the
rivalry and the drinks gone. Now they were both efficient working
Starfleet captains with the same problem.

"How long until you can get under way?" Kirk asked. He knew that the
Farragut had taken a beating

during a run-in with a subspace anomaly. They had to repair their warp
drives as well as bring weapons and shield systems back online. "The
starbase crew told us we had to dock here for at least twenty hours,"
Bogle said. "But knowing my engineer, Projeff, we can get out of here
in fifteen." Kirk grinned. Projeff was one of the few engineers who
could give Scotty a run for his money. "I'll keep you informed as to
what we find." "Good luck," Bogle said, his eyes intent on Kirk.
"Thanks," Kirk said, knowing that Bogle was saying much more. They ran
their ships in very different manners, but the respect between the two
captains was there. Kirk extended his hand, and Bogle shook it. "That
drink will have to wait." Bogle smiled. "I don't mind you owing it to
me. Just make sure you stay alive to pay it off." "Oh, I'll pay you
back," Kirk said, laughing. "And then some." He flipped open his
communicator. "Enterprise. One to beam up." Sixty seconds later the
Enterprise was headed at warp five for Signi Beta on the edge of the
Klingon Empire.

"Dinna give me any trouble, Doctor," Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott
said, clutching his right arm as he sat on the edge of the medical cot.
Dr. McCoy was standing beside him, holding a tricorder and frowning. "I
woulda been here sooner, but I had a project to finish." "Do you realize
how filthy this wound is, Scotty?" McCoy snapped. "If you'd waited much
longer, it would have become infected. I could have treated it, but it
would have taken a lot longer."

"Ah, time. That's the ticket, isn't it, Doctor?" Scotty said. "We're
headin' into Klingon space and I've got parts and pieces all over her
innards. I gotta get back to Engineering and put things to right before
we reach that planet." "You'll let me finish," McCoy said. "And you'll
tell me how you got this mess while on shore leave at a starbase."
"Well, now, I didn't exactly get the cut on the Starbase." "Wound,"
McCoy said. "This is too big to be called a cut." Scotty shrugged but
didn't look at his arm. The sleeve of his uniform was torn, and beneath
it the skin had been flayed to the bone. "So you're telling me it
happened right here?" McCoy asked. "No, not really," Scotty said. "You
aren't telling me anything. Are you afraid I'd go to the captain?" "We
weren't doin' anything wrong," Scotty said with all the dignity he could
muster. "'We?"" McCoy asked. "Aye, Doc," Scotty said. "Projeff 'n' I."