Season 3

KIRK: 

Scotty! Get me out of here! 

SCOTT [OC]: 

That was quick. 

There's quite a bit of surface interference, sir. 

KIRK: 

Scotty!

[Transporter room]

(Two Teenaxi have beamed up with Kirk. Security deal with them as Kirk walks away.) 

SECURITY: 

Get it off of me! 

KIRK: 

I ripped My Shirt again….

SCOTT: 

How'd it go?

[Corridor]

(Spock and McCoy come up behind Kirk. McCoy scans him.) 

SPOCK: 

Captain, did you manage to broker 

a treaty with the Teenaxi? 

KIRK: 

Er... let's just say I came up short. 

Will you log that and put it in the vault, Spock? Thank you. 

(He throws Spock the artefact.) 

MCCOY: 

Jim, you look like crap. 

KIRK: 

Thank you, Bones. 

MCCOY: 

You got that little vein popping out of your temple again. You okay? 

KIRK: 

Never better! 

Just another day in the fleet.

Captain's log, Stardate 2263.2. 

Today is our 966th day in deep space, a little under three years into our five year mission. 

The more time we spend out here, the harder it is to tell where one day ends and the next one begins. 

It can be a challenge to feel grounded when even gravity is artificial. But, well, we do what we can to make it feel like Home. 

The crew, as always, continues to act admirably despite the rigours of our extended stay here in outer space. And the personal sacrifices they have made. 

We continue to search for new life forms in order to establish firm diplomatic ties. 

Our extended time in uncharted territory has stretched the ship's mechanical capacities but fortunately our engineering department, led by Mr Scott, is more than up to the job. 

The ship aside, prolonged cohabitation has definitely had effects on interpersonal dynamics. Some experiences for the better, and some for the worse. 

As for me, things have started to feel a little… episodic. 

The farther out we go, the more I find myself wondering what it is we're trying to accomplish. If the universe is truly endless, then are we not striving for something forever out of reach? 

The Enterprise is scheduled for a reprovisioning stop at Yorktown, the Federation's newest and most advanced starbase. Perhaps a break from routine will offer up some respite from the mysteries of The Unknown. 

[Kirk's quarters]

MCCOY: 

Sorry I'm late.

 Keenser's leaking some kind of highly acidic green goo, 

and Scotty's terrified he's gonna sneeze on the warp core and kill us all. 

What the hell are you drinking? 

KIRK: 

I'm pretty sure it's the rest 

of that Saurian brandy 

we picked up on Thasus. 

MCCOY: 

My God, man, 

are you trying to go blind? 

That stuff's illegal. 

Besides, I found this in Chekov's locker. 

(A 30 year old malt whisky.) 

MCCOY: 

Wow. Right? I mean, 

I always assumed he'd be….

KIRK: 

A vodka man. 

MCCOY: 

A vodka guy, exactly. 

I wanted to have something 

appropriate for your birthday. 

KIRK: 

That's in a couple days. 

You know I don't care about that. 

MCCOY: 

I know. I know you don't like celebrating it 

on the day because it's also 

the day Your Pa bit the dust. 

I was being sensitive. 

KIRK: 

Did they teach you about 

bedside manner in medical school? 

Or is it just your southern charm. 

(Three glasses have been poured.) 

KIRK: 

Oh yeah. That's good. 

MCCOY: 

Lordy! 

Are you gonna call your Mom? 

KIRK: 

Yeah, of course. 

I'll call her on the day. 

I'm one year older. 

MCCOY: 

Yep, that's usually how it works. 

KIRK: 

A year older than he ever got to be. 

He joined Starfleet because he... 

he believed in it. I joined on a dare. 

MCCOY: 

You joined to see 

if you could live up to him. 

You spent all this time 

trying to be George Kirk 

and now you're wondering 

just what it means to be Jim. 

Why you're out here. 

(a toast) 

To perfect eyesight 

and a full head of hair. 

(Comms beep.) 

KIRK: 

Kirk here. 

SULU [OC]: 

Captain, approaching 

Yorktown base. 

KIRK: 

I'm on my way, Mr Sulu.

Let's keep this birthday thing 

under wraps, huh? 

MCCOY: 

Yeah, you know me :

Mr Sensitive.