Cybellus V's reflector-dampening ion fields aren't noticeable from orbit. It's only when Spock and Lieutenant Ortega have beamed down that they realize they can't beam back up. No messages can be sent to the Enterprise, no warnings, no distress signals. They simply must trust that Pike and their crew will know well enough not to send anyone else down.
The winter storm kicks up, blowing flurries of ice across the snow-bright horizon. Their Starfleet-issue thermal coats will simply have to be enough.
Spock trudges through the snow, his tricorder out. There is no point in commenting on something both of them can easily perceive-- the weather, their potentially dire circumstances. "The distress signal is weakening."
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The winter storm kicks up, blowing flurries of ice across the snow-bright horizon. Their Starfleet-issue thermal coats will simply have to be enough.
Spock trudges through the snow, his tricorder out. There is no point in commenting on something both of them can easily perceive-- the weather, their potentially dire circumstances. "The distress signal is weakening."
They still have a job to do.
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