Spock crumples to the ground, banging his head on a stone table and clutching his torn side. all he knows is that he had to escape- even if it meant beaming down to a random planet he has no knowledge of.

logic dictates i must survive…logic dictates i must survive he thinks to himself over and over

"gruugh..'

He groans as he clutches his side, but freezes as he sees a beam of light sweep across the floor in front of him. he looks up and sees a silhouette.