Their marvels extended past the basic mechanism of travel to the environmental programming, with, among other wonders, the subliminal tapes of the sounds of animals and bodies of water that they still couldn’t live without (and hopefully, would never learn to). But there was nothing to compare with the native air of a Class-M planet. They could mix anything they wanted into the air on the Enterprise, but it would never smell quite like the surface of Nador did when Kirk and his landing party beamed down. It was an olfactory dream, a combination of pleasant odors, some familiar, some unique. Kirk looked around to find himself in a partially enclosed plaza on the periphery of the grounds of the royal palace of Nador. Beneath and before them stretched a length of what Kirk took to be some variety of native rock; it was partially translucent, with veins of color and—he looked again—yes, that was some sort of wood growing through it. He made a mental note to ask Spock about it. Beyond the plaza was a well-maintained swath of forestry, tended just enough to give it that untended look, studded with a few sizable boulders.
