[Not long ago, in a galaxy not so far away...
The away team of the USS Enterprise finds itself on yet another routine mission. Whether due to the aftermath of Vulcan, still fresh in the minds of everyone in the Federation, or Starfleet's gentle attempts to keep its youngest captain from doing stupid shit, the past few months have been largely uneventful. Diplomatic luncheons with aliens. Distress calls that involved five minutes of problem-solving and five days of paperwork. Scotty proving to Chekov that he could both drink the Ensign under the table and repair a warp core at the same time. (At least
that had been entertaining, if mildly explosive.)
And now they're here, on an uncharted planet doing a geological survey. The fifth in the same system, in fact, and the only differences between the damn things are temperature and soil color. This one is hot and deserted, covered chalky white powder that sticks to
everything, especially their black regulation pants. The others seem more into this whole rock-scanning thing, so Kirk takes the liberty of getting the hell out. Unfortunately, the planet is just as boring fifty meters away from the team as it is right next to them.
He kneels next to particularly hefty chunk of chalk and pulls out his communicator.]
Stardate 2258.84, captain's log. I've just scanned another rock. Just thought you should know.