⊱ 1 | audio

[phonetical]

[ANTI-KHAN FILTER]

Hi, I want to introduce myself. My name is Uhura. Apparently, I've been here before, but I have no memory of that, so I feel like it would be best to start from the ground up. I apologize if I have forgotten something important about you.

I do have a question for everybody: what languages do you know other than the one I'm speaking in now?


[PRIVATE | STARFLEET COMM FREQUENCY]

Lt. Uhura of the USS Enterprise, reporting in and hailing any and all Starfleet personnel. Please respond.


[ooc: She's already read most of the network and studied almost everybody since that is what she does. The Eye of Nyota is always watching. Or the ear. Whatever.]

Comments

[logistical]

[But why ask the question? he wonders, and then puts it down to her teasing him again. Bah.]

I have compiled a short list of various outlets in this area. Perhaps one of them will be familiar to you.

[phonetical]

[He loves the teasing. Admit it, Spock.]

None of them will be familiar to me. [Because this entire City is still a stranger to her until she really has the time to sit down and get to know it past a network post.] I'll get ready to go.

[logistical]

[He shifts, a nonverbal request for her to move a little away from him so he can get up, and then he goes to the bedroom and opens the cupboard.]

I am uncertain if you will find these appropriate. We do not wear our uniforms or use rank [he's really uncomfortable with that being taken from him, rules are his lifeblood and the fortress of safety that he can retreat to when he's lost] unless it is on the private frequency.

[phonetical]

[She moves, following him without an extra thought.]

I know. I'm supposed to call the captain Jim. Admittedly, that feels weird. I haven't called him that since Academy.

[She finds that less appropriate than any of the clothes he hands her.]

[logistical]

[Admittedly some of these are his own clothes. He didn't keep that many extra of hers.]

I have attempted to avoid ranks.

[Not very successfully...]

[phonetical]

[They'll hang long on her, maybe a little baggy, but it's clothes and most importantly, his. It's not the first time she's worn one of his shirts. She can just knot the shirt up as a mid-drift and roll up the sleeves. Problem solved.]

It's a hard habit to break. [She commiserates with him on that. It's a good thing she's learned to switch from Commander to Spock with him a long time ago.] No one's going to hold it against you.

[logistical]

[He ends up selecting blue. Not because it's his favourite colour or anything (such preferences were a matter of sentiment) but simply because it's the colour he's the most used to wearing. Jim's also kept to blues and greys when buying him clothes. They look less flattering on her but it's only temporary, and anyway, she doesn't need a good outfit to appear attractive to Spock.]

[He makes a noncommittal 'hm'.]

Khan will no doubt be aware of the Enterprise's crew regardless of how we address each other, but not of Voyager's.

[phonetical]

[She can't help but appreciate the few times he is out of blue, just because it's human nature. What you don't get most often is what you want the most. However, his comfort comes first. Though that really won't stop her from ever purchasing a shirt with an actual pattern for him one day.]

It should stay that way. [Uhura glances up at Spock's face, looking for anything that might show how he feels about Khan running around freely.] They're our ace in the hole.

[logistical]

I agree.

[A dark rage flickers in his eyes. She's seen it, when she told him to go get Khan, and the fact that he can't, here - that he promised Jim he wouldn't, is all that's holding him back.]

To my recollection there are three of them, all of whom are familiar with his tactics, and have the benefit of being at least a century ahead of us.