Frosted But Not Frozen ( Star Trek Spock Romance)

Part 10

I woke up inside of a one man pod craft and immediately felt cold. I looked out the small 5 by 5 window and saw that I was at least 6 or 7 feet deep in ice. A recollection of what had happened went through my mind and I remembered arguing with Spock and then him ordering that I be sent off the ship. That bastard! I had tried to comfort him and help him out and what do I get? He maroons me on some random ice planet!

I could bet you he just wanted to get rid of me because I was becoming an "Emotional compromise" since I did the human thing and actually tried to help him after his mom died. I swear I am going to kick his Vulcan butt to fucking Mars when I see him next. That is if I can't get of whatever God forsaken planet this is.

"Computer, what Planet am I on?" I asked as I tried to sit up and get out of the pod craft. The moment I opened the door a whoosh of cold air hit my face and I noticed I was now wearing a dark brown wool jacket. Well at least somebody cared.

"Current location Delta Vega: Class "M" Planet, unsafe. The nearest Starfleet base is 7 miles from this destination. You have been ordered to remain in your pod until retrieved by Starfleet authorities" The computer in the pod craft told me. I scoffed " Bite me" I replied as I stood up and stretched out my legs. I can't believe that pointy eared ingrate decided to deport me Delta Vega of all bloody places. He could have at least left me on some tropical paradise. Where you could actually see the sun and my toes weren't completely numb! I would probably freeze to death out here!

I huffed as I saw that I now had to get out of the crevice the pod craft had made. It was only a 7 foot climb but it was still annoying. I rose my hands and jumped up to try and grab the edge of the crevice and managed to get a hand hold. I saw that my mood ring was a bright crimson red. Red probably stood for pissed the fuck off!

I grunted in effort as I heaved myself over the side of the crevice and rolled over Onto my back. I stood up and examined my surroundings. In absolutely every direction there was nothing but placid white ice and snow drifts. The sky was even a gross eggshell color and the wind whipped around me like crazy. I was in the middle of bloody nowhere!

" GOD FUCKING DAMMIT IT! THAT STUPID NECK PUNCHING SON OF BITCH!!!" I yelled out loudly and kicked a nearby pile of snow that exploded into hundreds of little flurries. I wanted to scream! I huffed chronically as I began walking, more like stomping away from the pod craft like a child having a tantrum. I think this is pretty tantrum worthy moment mind you!

After maybe 3 or 5 minutes of walking I pulled out my tricorder that at least would let me vent a little. I was supposed to use it in order to log in the event from the mission we were on. But evidently this wasn't a mission. "Lieutenant's log, supplemental: I'm preparing a testimonial for my Starfleet court martial assuming there's still even a Starfleet left" I began as I pulled my jacket closer. The wind was ridiculous and already was beginning to sting my cheeks and nose.

"Acting Captain Spock -- whose only form of expression is apparently limited to his left damn eyebrow -- has marooned me on Delta Vega in what I believe to be a violation of security protocol 49.097 governing the treatment of prisoners aboard a st--" I continued but stopped as a sudden low growl hit the air. I immediately froze and looked behind me. Great, now I was going to get eaten by whatever wild life somehow lives on this planet.

There was a second growl and throwing the hiring wind I made out a large figure that was roughly 40 yard away from my standpoint. It was maybe 12 feet tall and had a dusky white coat. It looked like a cross between a polar bear and gorilla with 5 inch long razor sharp fangs (Polarilla guys!).

I took a few steps back as I watched the creature and swallowed in fear. My heart was already pounding loudly and I knew the adrenaline was going to hit soon. The Polarilla suddenly let out out a guttural roar that sound like a Lion's and then charged.