Poor Mr. Spock. His away team is stranded and while in command he pursues a course of perfect logic. Nevertheless hairy men with giant spears create much havoc and everybody else whines at him. Too bad “Shut up and do what I tell you!” isn’t part of the Vulcan lexicon. Yeah, you can expect some near mutinous backtalk from McCoy. . .but what about these measly redshirts? Questioning Spock’s orders left and right. You just know Scotty wants to slap some sense into them, but he’s too busy trying to transfuse the power from a collection of hand phasers into the shuttlecrafts engines. (How do you do that exactly? Is that, like, a Fire Wire thing?) Anyway, all is saved in the end. . .and Spock learns a little bit about life. Namely, logic doesn’t always work — mostly the fault of pesky humans.