Okay here's the conclusion. Enjoy!

Beep.

"The communicator!" Kirk checked briefly nearby guards, then turned into a corner to answer the hail.

"Scott to landing party."
"Where have you been!"
"Run in with the Romulans Captain," Scotty answered grimly. "He's forced to retreat. We got in a decent shot just now – Sulu's earned his pay for the week sir – but he'll be back afore long wi' the cavalry."

"Scotty, can you lock on to us and Mr. Spock?"
"Not at the moment, sir. Transporters are still down. We're workin as fast as we can-"

"Make it faster. Kirk out." As a guard paced back up the corridor.

"That is not a Fire Rainer," said the guard without inflection, as he two of his people released Spock's limp form in the doorway of the cell.

"I could have told you that," snarled Kirk and gripped the bars: "I did tell you."

McCoy and Shaltan caught the Vulcan and laid him carefully on the floor. Spock appeared much as Marat had – bruised and bleeding, green blood streamed from a large wound in his side and a smaller one to his forehead. Kirk knelt next to his first offiver and took Spock's face in his hands. The Vulcan stirred and uttered something in his native tongue. His eyelids fluttered but then closed again. McCoy was stemming the blood from his ribs with Leni's cloak – he gestured Kirk to take over this task so he could see to the head wound.

"Concussion's preventing the healing trance," he explained tersely. Kirk nodded, suppressing a rage of wave against the Rythonian guards. 'These people are barbarians," he thought irrationally: 'What is this but a witch-hunt?'

"Looks worse than it is," McCoy said at last with an adible sigh of relief. "Besides the cuts, three ribs are broken and he's moderately concussed. The lung didn't pierce thank God. Right now we need to control the bleeding and keep his temperature up." Kirk nodded, understanding the seriousness of this last proviso. Vulcan-norm body temperauter was significantly higher than human. Spock was cold – he had felt that on contact – and if shock set in he would be in danger. McCoy covered as much of him as possible with the cloaks while retaining pressure to the gashes. Kirk stood up and faced the Rythonians. Leni still sat against the wall, knees drawn up, staring hopelessly into space.

"This is your perfect society?" Kirk spat. "This is order?"

"This is…" Leni sounded lost.

"Leni listen. You have to fight this. You and Shaltan and the rest of the underground," he went over and seized her shoulders. "Those things Marat said – they were truths, even if he believed he was lying. Why do you think you believed them? Why did they mean so much? Because you are the last of the true Rythonians. You have to save your people."
"But – the Leviathan…." Leni shook her head.

"When Telthan comes in to power, this will be you." Kirk pointed to Spock. "You, and your friends, and your family. This corruption is going to destroy your planet – if you don't fight it."
"But – we are trapped now," said Shaltan. "The guards say – we are all to die."
"We – might be able to get you out of here," Kirk said. "The two of you – I'm sorry about the others." 'Prime Directive. Serving or breaking? He didn't care anymore. They'd never get a wide-range scan, and anyway, they'd take the guards with them. But Leni and Shaltan…. "Marat said there were other rebels. Is that true?"

"Yes. Outside."
"We can take you to them. First, you'll come with us to another place – it will be confusing. You'll see a lot of things that you won't understand. I'm just going to ask you to accept them…then….we'll send you back to Rython."

"I - …." Leni and Shaltan regarded eachother.

"Jim," said McCoy quietly: "Spock's temperature is dropping. I need to get him to Sickbay, now."
"Scotty, we need those transporters!" Kirk flipped the communicator open, reckless now.

"Coming online now sir!"

"Leni. Come with us. Shaltan."
"Yes," said the girl.

"Yes?"
"The last time I trusted, I regretted it. But you are not Marat."
"Five to beam up, Scotty," kirk said crisply.

"Aye sir!"
Five forms dematerialised to ethereal shimmers. Somewhere an alarm sounded. Four guards raced into the corridor, too late, and fired at nothing.

"Captain," Spock frowned, "I am not content the Prime Directive was properly upheld on Rython."
"Explain."
"The revolution, or potential revolution, we instigated upon leaving. Whilst we believed that Marat was a true Rythonian, there might have been some warrant for intervening on behalf of the rebels. But the former leader of the movement was a spy, without whom, it might well have collapsed before now."
"But the whole system is artificial," said McCoy. "We've been over this." The three officers sat at a table in the Enterprise rec room, one week after beam-up from the planet. Spock was much recovered from his physical ordeal; another miracle, McCoy admitted, of Vulcan physiology.

"I believe you have a saying on your planet, doctor," Spock said archly: "Two wrongs do not make a right."
"Besides which, I believe you're worrying over nothing. The Leviathan's government is strong. I wish that Leni and Shaltan and the others did stand a chance of revolution. But I don't think it will happen."
"But I do," said Kirk. "You didn't see Leni at the end. Neither of you did. Spock, you were unconscious, and the doctor was busy with you. But I saw her eyes. And I know. There will be change on Rython, someday soon."

The Enterprise glided on gracefully, into the starlit vault. Light years away, over Rython, a fast burst of energy wavered then levelled, as a Romulan Warbird uncloaked.

The End.