We’ve hit another month, folks, and a new theme/pattern.
Every Monday for August you can expect our intrepid Spirk team to be facing some sort of mission peril. That’s Mondays only for August flashes (there could always be an extra or two)
Here’s the first
“It’s hot as Hades.”
Spock shot him a look. “May I remind you that I suggested you stay onboard the Enterprise for this mission.”
Jim snorted. “Even if I said no, you can’t, you know you would.”
“Perhaps.” Spock coughed. “The smoke is getting to be a bit much.”
Jim dared to look down to see the flames licking ever closer to where they were hogtied to a giant contraption that kept dropping lower and closer to the fire that was supposed to, er, theoretically, end their lives.
“I think I saw this is a movie once.”
“Only once?” Spock scoffed. “I’ve seen it myself more times.”
“It’s definitely overplayed.” Jim shifted in the ropes, trying to reach his communicator which he had thoughtlessly shoved into the back pocket of his regulation uniform pants. “Go ahead and say it.”
“What am I supposed to say?”
“This is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into, Captain.”
“There is nothing fine about this. Your trousers are too tight.”
Jim moaned as he tried to maneuver his arm. “Damn that hurts. If I don’t get to this thing soon my pants will be burned right off me.”
“Chances are more likely that the material of the pants will stick to your burned flesh.”
“Reassuring, Mister Spock.”
“What are you doing?”
“I saw this guy dislocate his shoulder once so he could get out of a binding.”
“You saw this yourself?”
“In a movie, yeah.”
“We are doomed.”
“Now, don’t say that.” Jim shrugged, wrangled, and scooted. Finally his aching arm slipped from the knot and his hand into the pocket. He got it open too. “Kirk to Enterprise. Scotty, beam us up now!”
With a splat he and Spock landed on the transporter, free of the contraption, but not their binds.
“Jim!” McCoy came rushing toward them.
“See?” Jim said. “Told you I’d get us—” He blacked out.