The two officers--Lt. Sulu, an Oriental of mixed ancestry but with Japanese predominating, born on Alpha Mensa Five; and Ensign Pavel Chekov, a terrestrial Russian with bushy black hair and a round, youthful face--took their seats at the combined console in front of the captain, as their off-duty counterparts stood andstretched luxuriously."A long watch, Ensign Shaffer?" Kirk asked the young man.Shaffer nodded and said, "Aye, sir." He gestured toward the image of Kyros on the monitor screen."The first few days aren't too bad; a new planet's always sort of interesting, but after a while it can be a drag." The ensign quickly added, "... sir.""After the long run out here, just sitting with nothing to do is pleasant," thefemale navigator said. "Some of the courses I had to plot were a little hairy. Opening up star routes in an uncharted sector of the galaxy can put wrinkles on agirl.""We were lucky, Lieutenant," Kirk said. "Finding life in only the third system we visited was like throwing ten sevens in a row.""Well," said Sulu, "a routine one-on and two-off schedule with no problems for three hundred parsecs is infinitely preferable to spending the rest of your lifeas, for instance, the plaything of a superpowerful alien juvenile delinquent."**See: "The Squire of Gothos," STAR TREK 2, Bantam Books, 1968"Small chance of that happening here, Mr. Sulu," Kirk said with a chuckle. "TheKyrosians have a D+ rating on the Richter Cultural Scale, at least the city-dwelling lowlanders do. The hill clans are fairly primitive nomadic herdsmen, as faras we have determined. When Spock and the rest of the survey party beam up tonight, we should be able to fill in the blanks. But you can relax, Sulu; we've picked up enough to know that there's nothing down there that's a threat to the Enterprise.""In that case, sir," Shaffer said, "Lieutenant Vitali and I are going to devotethe first part of the evening to the pursuit of a thick pair of Terran beefsteaks." Turning to the woman, he asked, "Care to chart a course in that direction, Navigator?"As the pair stepped up a short flight of stairs to the upper part of the deck and entered the turbo-lift, Kirk gave the bridge a last quick glance."Everything seems to be in order," Kirk said. "Mr. Sulu, you'll take the con this watch." He glanced to his left and saw Engineering Officer Scott stretching. "Ready to call it a day, Scotty?"The big, bluff, red-haired Scotsman nodded and his relief, Lt. Leslie, slipped into the padded black swivel seat at the console."But, Captain," Scott began in a thick burr, which somehow disappeared completely when he was under stress, "d'ye think it's a gude idea to leave the Enterprisein the hands of sic a wee lad as Sulu?" He flicked his left eyelid at Kirk.Kirk caught the wink, and fell in with the jovial feud between Scott and Sulu, which had been underway ever since a debate over the merits of hot saki, as opposed to Scotch.