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[ captain janeway was certain of two things: one) there was no way of contacting voyager; and two) there were other federation signatures present in this strange, alien city that was eerily reminiscent of 20th century earth. neither served to please her, and she'd spent the better part of the morning trying to boost her combadge's frequency in hopes of setting up a homing beacon, but to no avail. she'd try again later, perhaps after dismantling this device she'd been saddled with, granted she could find anything worthwhile hiding beneath its infuriatingly pink casing.

as for those federation signatures... she was on the fence. while those frequencies possessed a distinct federation signature, they were also old and outdated, making use of a particular brand of waveform distribution that had been abandoned by starfleet before she was even born. the only reason she thought to scan for something other than the 24th century standard was her tendency to consider all possible variables, not just the most plausible. she'd come across enough in her time to not be too surprised by archaic federation frequencies, but wasn't so foolish as to trust them or assume they were really starfleet in origin at all. for all she knew, it was a cleverly laid trap, put there specifically to pique her curiosity and draw her in closer with a false sense of security and promises of home.

she debates contacting the source of those signatures directly, but ultimately decides against it, repinning her combadge to her chest and picking up the device instead. ]

This is Captain Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager. This act of hostility is unwarranted and without precedence. If we have done anything to offend you or have crossed into forbidden territory, I assure you, it was not intended, and we will do whatever it takes to reconcile the damages.

[ she shifts, sitting up a little straighter on the park bench she's laid claim to. ] In the meantime, I request to be put in contact with my ship. The sooner we clear up this misunderstanding, the sooner we can discuss opening the floor for diplomatic relations that do not involve unnecessary aggressive negotiations. [ why yes, that's a not-so-thinly veiled threat. ]

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[ It's been a hell of a ride for Jim so far, trauma after trauma rising up to bite him in the ass (suffering, dying, losing his First, finding his First, then of all people Chris showed up) until he's thoroughly, unequivocally, had enough. Steeling himself for the day's events ahead turns out to have been a really good idea, especially when there's a new Starfleet captain transmitting over the local network. He feels more like himself when he connects to the line that morning, thank God, sitting on the couch in his and Bones' apartment. He's had to change out of his uniform since ~~crying all over it like a tool~~ it needed a wash, so there isn't anything particularly noteworthy about his appearance in a nondescript tshirt, from what can be seen.

Jim's been kind of counting on his face the last few days in ways he never thought he would. Sure, they've known him as Kirk, the son of a hero, and the cadet who blitzed the Academy in three years (and something of a ladies' man, he won't deny it) but they haven't looked at him like he's a legend since three days ago. ]

This is Captain Kirk of the Enterprise. Starfleet personnel from my time and future off-shoots have been dragged into a temporal anomaly over the past few days in increasing numbers.

[ Jim looks her over as he relays the necessary information. ]

You sound like you arrived in one piece, Captain. If you need checking over, Doctor McCoy can oblige you. My First Officer is doing what he can to shed light on our situation, but so far we've been unsuccessful in establishing contact with those responsible for bringing us here.

They're not talking to us yet.

Kirk. [ spoken as if she were saying "i don't have time for this" instead of his name. that face, well, she wouldn't be the expert in placing it. history was never her specialty, especially the points that didn't spark her interest (such as the italian renaissance), and it's been a while since she's had to reference his logs and missions when looking for some guidance from the federation database on how to handle a sticky situation. even longer since she took early starfleet history at the academy. ] Another day, another anomaly... [ and their captors aren't speaking to them. wonderful.

janeway sighs, feeling a headache coming on. ] While I appreciate the offer, Mister Kirk, a medical evaluation isn't necessary.

[ A smile twitches at the corner of his lips when he finds himself faced with the same attitude he's largely used to. ]

Then you should have the debriefing that Mr. Chekov kindly drew up, he's been here the longest. I'm sending it to you now.

[attached file: City_brief]

[ That done, he takes a sip of his coffee and waits for her to read it. ]