Commander Spock scanned the dark room around him. Several rows of screens glowed orange in the shadows. Row after row of long tables spanned almost wall to wall. The floor slanted downward, twisting to the right as it narrowed towards a doorway at the bottom corner.

Spock crossed to the nearest display, recognizing the symbols from the scientist's mind. The technology was primitive, and therefore would be incredibly easy to manipulate. He opened a program and hacked into the security mainframe. From there, he had readouts on the entire building, the different security systems and databases. He typed in several lines of code and gained access to the entire grid.

He would have to act fast, he didn't have a lot of time. He could hear footsteps echoing through the hallway outside as the guards began searching every room.

He found the faint trace of the communications signal from the Enterprise. There was a trace of the last communications sent. Perhaps it was curiosity from his human half, but Spock dismissed it as a logical precaution, he opened the file of the last communications.

The screen filled with a grainy image of the alien from earlier, the one who had sent the distress signal to the Enterprise. Spock moved the video forward, past the point where the communications had cut off.

The alien has sat in the same place where Commander Spock was sitting now. It had sunk back in its chair, running its clawed hand over its skull in a gesture of exhaustion and resignation. The grainy video showed the door opening and the guards entering, pulling the alien away.

It hadn't been a trap, it was a plea for help.

Spock closed the file and opened the communications signal. He sent a transmission, explaining the situation as minimally as he could. He warned that the planets atmospheric energy had tampered with the transportation coordinates. He then typed in more lines of code, implanting a virus into the city's network that shut down automatic and manual control of the security systems and communications. It would take time before the virus began working.

The door slid open just as he closed the program. Three guards ran into the room, firing at the escaped prisoner.

Spock dove over a desk, the monitors shattering in a rain of broken glass. The Vulcan fired back, hitting two square in the chest. The only other exit was the door at the far end of the room. Spock sprinted towards it, ducking as an energy blast shot over his head. He slid behind one of the long tables. More guard entered the room, firing their weapons at him.

He sprinted towards the door, dodging the energy blasts that tore through the air, barely missing him. He slid over the last table just as a large energy blast struck it, blowing it to pieces.

Spock was thrown forward, tumbling across the hard metal floor as shards of debris lay scattered around him.

SECURITY SYSTEMS DEACTIVATED.

The intercom system echoed throughout the room. Some guards stared confusedly at the intercom while others continued to fire at Spock, who staggered through the far door. He typed a code into the orange display on the other side. The door slammed shut behind him.

He leaned against the door, breathing heavily. Vulcans were able to survive and function efficiently  for days at a time without food, water or rest. However, he was beginning to push the limits or what he could and could not do. He stood, heading away from the door.

He stood in a large, expansive room filled with giant, power units, some as high as the ceiling itself. They were all pulsating with a dim blue light. Huge wires and tubes snaked across the floor.

The door shuddered as the guards bombarded it from the other end. Spock ran through the giant towers of power cells, the dim blue light casting deep shadows on his face. There had to be more exits, but the room seemed to have no end. That was illogical, however. There had to be another exit. He merely needed to discover its location.

Spock crossed over to one of the many monitors in the room. He did a manual override of the power control and redirected it away from the lighting. The room grew even darker as the large overhead lights shut off, leaving only the dim, pulsing blue lights.

The door blasted inward, slamming into a power unit. Blue sparks showered from the broken mess of blue light. Guards began to march into the room. Spock ducked behind a nearby pillar, watching the dark silhouettes passing through the room like shadows.

Spock checked the power clip on the gun he was holding. The dimly flickering bars on the side indicated the cells were nearly empty. He took a moment to clear his mind, preparing himself for what was about to happen.