Random Shit

Part of a Roleplay I'm Doing

So.  I'm doing a Star Trek genderswap RP with someone.  I was writing a part by myself (because our characters were in different places) and it got so long that I hit the max character limit 3 times.  I split it into parts, but I put them all back together.  I want them here for safe keeping, and maybe if you guys like it I'll upload all of it (well, what's happened so far).

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Spock kept her eyes straight ahead, but still took in as much of the Scorthan architecture as she could.  They carved through pre-existing rock formations and the shapes were all very geometric, but somehow the carvings were still ornate and intricate.  Fascinating.  So far, nothing had gone wrong, but she definitely wouldn't let her guard down.  She still heard the rest of the landing party walking behind her, so there still was no reason to panic... Yet for some odd reason... She felt ever-so-slightly panicky.  She saw their guide stop and a door open.
"Enter."  She hissed.  She nodded and took the first step, turning to make sure the party actually followed her.  When the last of the six had joined her in the council chambers, the doors slammed shut.  She turned from the doors to face the council.  Rows of seats for the assembly were etched all around and up the walls, and every one of them was filled.  They were unjustly outnumbered, but lets hope it wouldn't need to be of importance.
"You have come to negotiate a peace treaty for mining on our planet, yes?"  The one that spoke was what one could assume was the head of the council, sitting at the top row, directly across from the entrance.  "I am Head Councilman Qiohr— I will be speaking on behalf of my people."  The  voice spoke again.  "And who will be speaking of behalf of the Federation?"
Spock took a step forward to distinguish herself from the rest of the party.  "I am Commander Spock, First Officer of the USS Enterprise— I will be speaking on behalf of the Federation."  She announced herself, strong and sure of her actions but nothing too intimidating or loud.
"First Officer?  Not the Captain?  Explain."  Qiohr demanded.
"Our Captain was," she paused for a few seconds to ponder, "injured... In the mission we took on yesterday.  No serious harm was inflicted, but it was determined that she needed to rest."  She calmly explained and clasped her hands behind her back.
"I... Will allow that reasoning for not being here.  We are not an entirely heartless race."
"I did not think you were, Councilman."  The Vulcan was itching to finish negotiations and leave.  "May we proceed with our meeting?"  She asked, hoping they didn't take it in the wrong way.
"Yes, I apologize for straying from the topic.  As you can see, we are open to discussion.  We are fully willing to allow mining rights, but on one condition.  Our people do the mining.  We already have mines for other minerals, and don't... Appreciate... Other species staying on our planet for too long.  We would be ready to contain shipments of dilithium crystals for your cargo ships to transport aboard at time intervals of convenience to the Federation."  The Scorthan set the pair of hands that had been gesturing during his speech in his lap.
"That will work for the Federation.  Someone should be contacting you very soon to arrange a shipment schedule.  We thank you for your time."  She gave them a small bow before turning back to the party.  The doors opened for them, their guide waiting for them on the other side.  Right before they reached their beam-down point, the guide received a transmission and paused to answer it.  They spoke in their native tongue, so no one knew what had been said.
"I have been ordered to show you to the mining operations we have so you can inspect them to see if we have adequate equipment for dilithium mining."  The guide hissed.  "Follow me."  She led them to a nearby set of doors, which lead out of the mountainside in which the council chambers were carved.  The planet's surface was mottled with reds, browns, silvers, and tans from all the mineral components, scattered vegetation, and the heat of the sun warming the planet, and it reminded her of Vulcan...  She quickly shook away the thoughts, continuing to follow the guide.  The mining site that she showed them was in one of the few areas that wasn't surrounded by mountains, plateaus, or other rock forms, just wide open space.  The guide started babbling about their technology and history while she led them around the mining equipment, but Spock was actually focusing on the terrain more than anything.
"Your technology is very advanced," She told her, "you should be able to mine dilithium with ease.  The Federation will supply you with assistance and equipment if something does not go as planned or if you should request it."  She turned from the tools to the female.  "We should be getting back to our ship now."
"Of course, I'll take you back to the coordinates."  She replied, turning back the direction they came.  After a few minutes of walking, when the mountainside was in sight, the guide stopped.  "No... No... This can't be happening..."  She frantically turned back to them, clearly on the verge of panic.  "See?"  She pointed to smoke rising from a rock formation on a different part of the mountainside.  "That's a volcano.  It's been dormant for centuries, never to be active again!  We have no equipment to monitor it, we have no idea when it will erupt."  Her look became grave.  "You must go.  Communicate your ship, do what you must, we will not be responsible for the death of Starfleet officers!"  She ordered.   Spock instantly pulled out and opened her communicator.  "Spock to Enterprise, come in!"  No reply.  "Spock to Enterprise— answer me!  This is urgent!"  It took most of her self control to keep her emotions in check.  She closed the communicator.  "Communications must be down.  Try to find shelter somewhere!"  She barked, the guide leading them to the original mountain.
"The doors won't budge!  They must've noticed it and already initiated emergency protocol.  No other buildings will be open, either, and no where is safe.  You're sure you can't contact your ship?"  The Scorthan woman asked.
"I am sure.  They would have contacted us long ago, their sensors could have detected the activity."  Her mind raced with Starfleet Emergency Protocol and Regulations, trying to remember if they'd been informed of volcanic eruptions.  Well, they obviously couldn't try to stay inside, and there was no way they could get far enough away in a short amount of time, not even a way to tell if they /would/ be far enough.  At least Jane was safe.  That was enough to keep her going.
  "Rock formations—" she turned to the guide.  "Are there any around that could act as a cover or a shield?  Anything at all?"
"Maybe the hollowed out rock pillars!  Come on, this way!"  The guide ran, gesturing for them to follow.  Spock broke out into a sprint, the mentioned landform no more than 100 meters away.  The party got there, cramming into the three nearest towers of rock.  "Guide— what's your name?"
"Tiks!" She called, the smoke and rumbling making it hard to hear.
"Tiks, stay with Ensigns Croyle and Ryant, they need someone who knows this place!  Freeman, with me!  You two, together!"  She gestured as everyone crammed in the pillars.  Now all they could do was wait.

Spock coughed, trying to see, trying to hear, trying to breathe.  From what she could tell, the lava was no longer spewing from the volcano.  She looked outside the pillar.  There was enough ash and rock instead of lava to where she could check on the others.  She tried to keep her balance as she hopped from rock to rock.  "Is everyone alright?"  She shouted through a coughing fit.
"Just minor cuts and burns!"
"Same here, but Tiks is disoriented!"  Ensign Ryant reported.  Damn!  They'd have to get back on their own.  Just then, she heard a crackling from her communicator.
"Enterprise to landing party, come in, landing party!"  God, it was a relief to hear Uhuro's familiar voice— even if it was barely detectable through the interference.
"Landing party, Spock here."  She replied, catching her breath as she turned to scan the area.
"We're attempting to lock onto your location, stand by to beam aboard."
"Lieutenant, we have a seventh person, a civilian with injuries, beam them up before me."  She ordered, annunciating to make sure she was understood through the static.
"But Commander—"
"That is an order, Lieutenant!  Beam them up as soon as possible, Spock out."  She closed her communicator and turned to the people nearby.  "You will be beamed up as soon as possible.  All of you will report to sickbay immediately after transport, understood?"  The five nodded and she stepped closer to Freeman.  "Freeman, you, too.  You will be beamed up soon, and when you are on the ship go directly to sickbay."
"Yes, sir."  The officer nodded.  Spock started to hop back over the rocks when a tremor shook the ground— knocking her off her feet.  Her arm hit a pool of lava right as she saw the party disappear in transporter beams.  She rolled out of the way, putting out the flames on her arm and avoiding more lava.  She seethed in pain, trying to regain emotional control.  But before she knew it, she had reappeared in the transporter room of the Enterprise.
"I thought all hell would freeze over before I actually treated you instead of Jane," Bones grumbled under her breath as she rushed Spock to sickbay.