...August 7th,2267...

..Alacatra city...2:58 PM...

Security officer's supplemental log: We have yet to find Captain Kirk and Commander Spock. Jarvis and I are at a Embassy hoping that perhaps the two came by with Ensign Erika and Ensign Georvivch.

"Have you seen a Vulcan and young man with two people in red shirts?" Potter asked.

Jarvis is staring in the direction of the hall, deep in thought.

"They did pay the Ambassador a visit," The receptionist said.

Potter leaned forward.

"And?" Potter asked

"They left," The receptionist said.

Potter sighed.

"If anything, ANYTHING, happens to them then you will be held responsible," Potter said. "I will make sure of it."

"Maybe we shouldn't threaten them with a trial," Jarvis said.

"No,we have to follow regulations," Potter snapped back.

"Potter, there's a couple men holding clubs staring right our direction," Jarvis whispered.

"The Ambassador tends to visit a old house that no one dares to tear down," The receptionist said. "You can easily find it at a street of houses as it sticks out like a sore thumb."

Most human inhabitants of the planet are purple, have dark hair, and four pairs of eyes. Some inhabitants have curly silver hair. These two hair colors have a unique history on this planet regarding their differences. The receptionist advised the two where to go in order to escape the two clubbers. Potter and Jarvis fled through the back door making a discreet exit by the startled Alacktrakians.

Jarvis took out the communicator.

"Jarvis to Pocirld here," Jarvis said.

"Pocirld here," John-Luc said.

"They went to the Ambassador's lurking place," Jarvis whispered.

"Jarvis, I cannot hear a word you are whispering," John-Luc said.

"We are being followed," Jarvis said. "Creepy house. I think we're--" She came to a stop at a dead end with Potter. "Doomed."

Potter and Jarvis turned around.

"Jarvis?" John-Luc called.

Jarvis took Potter's hand as they saw the bats tip open revealing a barrel.

"Potter?" John-Luc said. "Respond!"

Shortly after there is a exchange of fire.

"JARVIS!" John-Luc shouted. "POTTER! Respond!" He heard footsteps and murmurs that were not human so-so. "Oh no. Pocirld out."