[ Jim had stayed with the child they found in the ruins, the only survivor they did find, until they got back from the colony in the chartered shuttlecraft. They'd beamed the child back to the Enterprise and Bones. Then met with the council of delegates to discuss their own findings versus theirs.

It was a lengthy process, and gone well into the evening hours when an emergency channel was suddenly activated. It was Hendorff saying that they'd sustained a casualty while they were packing everything up from their assisting with the survivors from the colony. ]

Hendorff, repeat, say again on the name of the casualty?

[ Jim is already moving, knowing Spock is right behind him without looking, and heading out of the room, ignoring the mad scramble of the delegates behind him. Then he hears the name of the casualty, stops, frozen solid for a second or two, eyes widening, and then he takes off at a run for the outside. He yells to clear a path, trying to fight his way through to where the fallen member of his crew was.

He was supposed to get sent back to the ship. He wasn't supposed to be down there. God--- ]

Riley! [ He pushes through the rest of the way, as Hendorff is trying to keep bystanders away. The other man is injured, blood staining his command gold, and Jim drops down next to him, hands trying to stem the flow of blood. ] It's going to be ok. You're going to be fine. We're going to get you back to the ship.

[ Riley breaks through his assurances, reaching up and grabbing Jim's shirt with a bloodied hand. That voice. I know it. Captain. That voice! ]

Spock? Spock, I need--- [ He isn't sure just what but he needs his first officer with him. His friend with him. ] I-I'm going to move him. I need you and Hendorff on me.

We're going back to the ship.