001 » ACTION/TEXT

[logistical]

[action; closed to mccoy, kirk, and uhura]

[ He reaches the apartment barely out of breath. He's the picture of professionalism but anyone who knows him as well as they do will see the anxiety immediately. The Doctor'd been shouting, Jim had been coughing and Nyota -- he does not even want to consider what he might do if she's been harmed. ]

[ He knocks, the rapping hard and too loud in the empty corridor. The sharp shard in his heart is... dread. ]



[action; open]

[ The City is his to explore for the moment. He's out of uniform, dressed plainly in dark-coloured coat and pants (yes, in the heat, perks of growing up in a desert). He hasn't done anything about the ears quite yet, but a hat is with him, half-poking out of a pocket, just in case. ]

[ The meandering appears to be random, but to anyone watching closely (or long enough) a discernible pattern emerges: a simple grid layout with delays between returns to certain points. He's checking back, double checking, too. Mostly, he can be found with his tricorder, occasionally peering quizzically at it, or observing a few people at the central arrival square. (Maybe he's even observing you.) ]


[text]

[ Once he gets the hang of the network, he opts for a simple text post. No need to unnecessarily alarm anyone who is unfamiliar with aliens, and furthermore, no need to bring attention to his presence. Khan may have unexpected allies. ]

Greetings. I am a recent arrival.

What is the highest level of technology available here? Is it freely available to the populace? Where might I find parts?

Your assistance is appreciated.

Comments

[logistical]

That is not —

[His protest is cut off. Jim's thumb meets his neck and a flood of foreign emotions comes with it - concern, fear, anger, anxiety. I'm scared, Spock. Help me not to be.]

[But recover he does: a first officer is stalwart, steadfast, and more so when Jim's the captain in question. Spock is meant to serve as the steady ground, not act recklessly and endanger the crew.]

— a long-term solution.

[He'd honestly rather they just get rid of the man, but there were still unknown factors to consider. When Khan was from. What he might do, and whether their actions would simply make him more dangerous.]

You will not engage him alone. [A thoughtful pause.] Neither will I.

[That is my compromise. Take it or leave it.]

[hischair]

[ He notes the oddity of that broken sentence only after hearing the compromise. Right, telepathy. Jim's had less than any actual experience with what he's about to do, but he tries anyway and there's a tsunami of undefined images, thoughts and feelings that he does his clumsy human best to send Spock's way.

'I am and always have been your friend' keep-you-stay-protect-STAYPLEASEplease. A world engulfed by nothing and it hurts, there's a raw note of loss embedded in Jim that has fully embraced after the destruction of Vulcan, not-my-home-YOURSBUTOURS-because-it-WASyours. A face through glass. family-mine-you're-my-brotherMYBROTHER-don't-leave-IWON'TLEAVE-we-have-to-stick-together.

Jim tries so hard and it's like trying to find purchase with soap on ice or whispering through a gale for Spock to pick up on whatever he can without the security of a mind-meld (and how the hell do those even work, he doesn't have a clue). ]

I won't leave again.

[ He murmurs it quietly, throat closing tight as he watches him. There's a thread of desperation ringing through him because he lost Spock, just like the older version lost his Jim. A shuddering breath rattles out of him, not because he's any good at this but for the sheer degree of what he can't say being actively dredged up into a painful lump within his chest. ]

Tell me you're getting any of this.

[ toldyouIWOULDMISSYOUandIhave-I-have. ]