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Spock is not pleased.

Pike is not pleased.

There might not be yelling, but the silence is deafening.

Spock has been decontaminated and taken out of the suit, but he's still locked behind an airtight barrier to ensure he's not still able to infect anyone else with whatever it is he came into contact with on the planet. So far, he's not exhibiting any symptoms, but it's unknown whether that's due to humanoid biology, or Vulcanoid biology, or because the virus is ineffectual in an oxygen atmosphere.

Despite all the people poking and prodding at him, he's still working away silently on his PADD, filling out reports. He might as well make use of his time.
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The sandstorm seemed to come out of the blue, a sudden gust of wind that turned into a maelstrom of dust and particles that blocked visibility and made breathing difficult. It hit while the party was scattered, Spock and McCoy scouting for life forms, Kirk and the others... unknown, at this point.

The storm lasts for two hours, but it's enough to bury them and their makeshift shelter of a tarp under two feet of sand, so Spock digs them out, pushing up until he breaks back out into dusty air. "Are you well, Doctor?"
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Given that it would be prudent to make my presence known, I have decided to create this first log to validate my existence on this site.

Also, I need to see what this theme will do with it. It serves a dual purpose.

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