This is why I shouldn't watch RENT. You get stories like this.

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Day five of their mission began as daylight broke over the horizon. Kirk swore that he would stay away from desert planets for the rest of his life after this one. Granted, it was a good thing they doing this time. Helping a colony rebuild after a natural disaster was always a fulfilling thing. And there were the perks of actually surviving with no injuries. Well, except for jammed fingers and a bruised knee.

Kirk looked to the crew mates still sleeping in their small campsite. They would have slept on the Enterprise, had there not been some sort of electromagnetic interference that prevented them from beaming up, and they'd rather not waste the fuel of the transport vessel. But, this time of the morning wasn't bad in the desert. The sun wasn't high in the sky, and they weren't boiling in the heat. It was just starting to warm up from the cool desert night. Yes, the first daylight in the desert was good. The image of the first sun in a clear sky and the sea of sand below would soon become a beloved memory.

Reviews are welcome. Part one in a moderately long series probably.