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[Hey, Hey, Kirk. You have a little girl sitting up in a tree above you.]

No one can hear you, you know.

A man in red, regal, military attire hovers down to the pavement, his power sending shock-wave ripples on the street before touching down. The man had a very large mouth with an equally large chin.

"On the contrary, little girl. I heard him perfectly."

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[Kirk opens his mouth to respond to Angel, but doesn't get the chance before Mr. Chinster makes his appearance. He's got a bad feeling about this, but Starfleet needs to practice diplomacy. No reaching for the phaser.]

You're not exactly who I was trying to contact, but it's nice to know my signal's not dead.

[His tone is friendly enough.]

Are you a native of this place?

No. But I am its ruler, and as such, I'll take my tribute. Your technology intrigues me; [Bison opens his hand in expectancy] bestow it upon me, and I may let you live.

Let him live?

[Angel piped up, sarcasm rolling off of her in waves.]

You're no ruler, soon as you tried something, you'd be punished.

Hate to say it, but the kid's right.

[He doesn't hate to say it at all, that's a lie.]

You didn't even say 'please'.

[No Jim, don't poke the big musclebound bear with your proverbial stick, this never ends well for you.]

[Even tikes were giving Bison lip now? Clearly he hadn't caved in enough face to ward off that kind of sass.]

"My my. A child wishing to punish her elders? What a state this world has come to. All the better reason for me to put it beneath my boot."

"And where /are/ my manners? You stand before the mighty Bison, creator of a nightmare without end. As a reward for alleviating my boredom, I won't personally be the one to send you to hell." [Maybe.] Bison snapped his fingers, and with ninja swiftness, Shadoloo agents started popping up all over the place, clearly in the mood to roughhouse.

[Sorry Jim, but he's way too egotistic to ask for your name in kind.]

[Frowning a little, Angel didn't bother moving. They'd have to either jump a good distance or climb to get her.

...And after the last time, she wasn't in the mood to try to get into anyones head without permission or knowing they're human.]

Need to have minions to do your job? That's kind of weak, Cow.

[Jim shoots only a quick glance at Angel. The last thing he wants is to see this brute try to hurt a little girl. All right, so he wants the tricorder. That's fine. The device in and of itself isn't dangerous, it just scans things and gives reports on biorhythms. He still makes a show of hesitation just the same.]

I don't think that'll be necessary. Take it.

[He holds out the tricorder. If it were just the ~~two~~ many of them, he'd try to get out of this with some action, phaser fire, and punching. But he's not going to risk a little kid getting hurt.]

Marvelous; you have my thanks for sharing your toy. [Bison takes it, while still keeping his hand over Kirk's arm.] I'd like to share something with you too.

[In one movement, Bison tightly clasped Kirk's wrist, pulled him close, and put a fist in his stomach.]

Pain.

Let that be a lesson to you of what happens when you defy me. [He turned to his henchmen.] Capture the girl. [he flashed another grin as he began to leave the scene] She'll have to be disciplined too.

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[She winced as she saw a fist get buried in the new guys stomach. He'd be feeling that.

Stiffening slightly when she heard that she was to be captured, she felt a flash of fear as she thought of cages and 'punishment'.]

Not happening.

[Moving up a few branches, she was making sure that if she needed to take flight, she wouldn't be hindered.]

[He drops to one knee, sucking in his breath. Yup. Definitely feeling it.]

H-hey, no tickle f-fights... *coughcough*

[He might have taken his sucker punch and called it a day if it meant this guy left the two of them alone. But he's still focused on hurting a kid, and that's something Kirk can't allow to happen.]

[Even if it means he's probably going to get his ass kicked.]

[He snaps up his phaser, still set on stun, and blasts Bison in the back before he turns the weapon on some of the goons surrounding them. As he does, he's staggering up to his feet and backing towards the tree Angel seems to be trapped in.]

Hang tight, kid!

Pew! Bison dropped the tricorder as paralysis put him in an awkward position. He was not amused.

Pew pew pew! Goons around the place froze up as well under phaser fire. The rest of them gathered around Angel's tree, paying the captain little mind as they were pretty sure a punch from Bison would put a guy out of commission. One of them lined up a judo kick aimed at the trunk. If people can (theoretically) break concrete blocks with karate chops, the same principle will apply here. In any event, their combined assault would send some violent shocks along the tree, and one goon stood out with his arms spread, ready to catch any "apples" that might drop out.

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He caught a fist in the face instead. How do you like THEM apples?

Ha. Ha ha ha.

Kirk wasn't the type of guy to make witty quips in a fight. That robbed him of reaction time, and he needed to be sharp against this many battle-trained soldiers. He slugged another goon that was kicking the tree, trying to clear the area around Angel as his first priority.

And Bison wasn't going down. He seemed stunned, but if he was still conscious after getting hit with a blast like that...

It was like Khan all over again.

He should call for back up, but there was no time to fiddle with his communicator, nor did he know who he could even call for something like this. Bison should have gone down. He trained his phaser on the big man for two more shots, hoping that would be enough to put him to sleep before swinging the phaser around to blast another minion in the chest.

Someone took a swing at his face, spurring Kirk to lurch roughly to the side. The punch hit the tree instead, and the captain moved to launch his fist into the guy's stomach, then drop him with a sharp blow to the back of the neck.

[Angel was clinging tightly to the tree, trying to get enough of a footing to make a clean jump...but even with her enhancements, she was still just a little girl.

Losing her grip, she slipped from the branch towards the arms of one of the minions. Taking a chance she threw out her wings and hoped they'd catch her before the guy did...and today was her lucky day. As soon as she had lift, she opted to hover above the action and watch Kirk.]

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The goons gave up their assault on nature once they saw Angel take off. One grunted his displeasure, but otherwise they focused on giving Kirk what for. Or, at least they were, but upon seeing Bison get carted off, elected to form a fighting retreat instead. Bison, horrible dictator that he was, still had a dampening effect on their morale upon being hit with all those blasts.

Bison wasn't having much fun being stunlocked. Two goons broke off from the melee to help him get on his feet while he made a retreat. Curse these newcomers! One day, they would rue the name of Bison.

But today is not that day. If he could move his lips, Bison would utter a curse. Still, it wasn't all for naught. He had his tricorder, and he knew, at least in part, what Angel was capable of. More would have to wait.

[When he sees Angel falling towards a goon, Kirk stumbles in an attempt to shoulder check the guy out of the way and open his arms. It's a good thing Angel can fly, because he's still regaining his footing by the time she swoops easily out of harm's way. He staggers, staring.]

You could fly all this time? Why didn't--HFFFF!

[And down he goes like a sack of potatoes as some other goon tackles him and punches him in the face. Many times. Kirk manages to fire his phaser at the guy and roll him off, just in time to see the majority of the gang running off.]

[Hot damn, he actually won that one! ...If a swollen eye and a tenderized face can be counted as 'winning'. He's still on his feet, and for Kirk, this can be considered a good day. He gingerly dabs at the blood leaking from his nose and sniffs.]

You okay kid?

[She should feel sorry for him, she really should. But she doesn't.]

I had everything under control, you didn't need to step in.

[But she liked that he did...kind of.]

Would you? If you were...different, would you show it off with a complete stranger around?

[Everything under control?]

Well that puts you on a better standing than me.

[He grins, but that makes his face hurt, so he holds his jaw and stops grinning.]

What difference would it make if there were a stranger around? My first officer is a Vulcan.

[She might not know what that is, he realizes.]

...Pointy ears, green blood, stupid haircuts. One of the best men I know.

It matters...trust me.

[Dean has so far been the only person she's been honest about it with and he had to earn that. Kirk found out by lucky chance as far as she's concerned.]

[She raises a skeptical brow.]

...What did they mix him with?

I don't think they mixed with anything. It's just their race.

[Technically, Spock is half-human, but he looks so damn Vulcan that no one could ever know unless they were told.]

Guess that's not the case in your world, huh?

[Landing back on a branch in the tree, she shook her head. She wasn't volunteering anything though.]

That's weird.

And he's not with you?

Nah.

[He gives his head a faint shake.]

Hasn't woken up here, so out of the crew I command, it's just me so far.

[She still seems a little wary, and he can respect that.]

Jim Kirk, by the way.

[Watching him warily, Angel seems content to stay where she is and study him.

He doesn't seem like a threat so that's something.]

Angel.

[A name that was more than fitting for her.]

Angel, huh? That's a pretty name.

[He's not sure if he should coax her down or not. The thugs seem to be gone, at least, but she's probably safer up there and out of reach than with him.]

That was pretty brave, standing up to those guys like that.

They aren't so tough. The only scary ones haven't been around lately.

[Considering Bison and his goons couldn't fly yet, she felt safe in the air. But Jackie had been terrifying.]

You got the worse of it though.

This?

[He brushes a thumb over a swollen spot on his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he just sniffs.]

Nah. This kind of thing used to happen a lot back home. Bar fights and all.

[He's grown up since then...at least, he likes to think so...but he does seem to be a magnet for taking a pounding.]

[She doesn't mean to dip, but sometimes it happens. She sees a flash of a bar fight, then talking with an older man...she didn't understand it all, but she knew enough.]

You got another chance, didn't you. To leave home and start fresh...must be nice.

[Kirk doesn't quite get it. As far as he knows, she's talking about his presence in Genessia.]

If you call being hijacked off of your ship and stranded on a strange planet, I guess. Sure, why not.

[[OOC: his was so hard to do, but they need to meet. Not hard for any reason except fourth wall respecting. Which I am going to do because I personally know nothing XD He's such a fucking ~~geek~~ Trekkie. So. Yeah. Eventually! X3]

The thing with the archways had thrown him off, making him reluctant to go anywhere near them again until everything is reported as a-ok. So, yeah. That leaves him a lot of 'wandering around in town' time and going home pretty much as little as possible.

Oh hey, new guy.

New guy doing..... weird things.

He wanders over before he can quite get to walking away.] The hell are you doing?

Trying to get out of here.

[He's holding up his tricorder to see if he can at least get some sort of reading on the planet itself, see if it's registered in any of the Starfleet Archives, but all it does is beep stupidly at him. He gives it a few knocks with the heel of his palm, and it squeals and beeps some more. He still hasn't glanced at Dean, but at this point he shoots him a glance.]

Guess I'm having about as much luck with that as anybody else who got dropped here, huh?

[The smile is kind of dry.] Do you really think we'd still be here if we had another option?

[And now he's seeing a bit more of his face.... hmm... not that the uniform wasn't familiar, but Trekkies.... yeah. They don't always dress like normal people. But this is way too much from the little bit that he can see and it's not like weirder things haven't happened...] Hey. Don't I know you from somewhere? [But he'll do this thing.... in the least likely way to start a fight possible. Because holy crap, you're awesome *A*]

There's always an option. We've just got to find out where it's hiding.

[His expression is optimistic and confident, with just a little bit of a grin. Putting away the tricorder, he extends his hand.]

Don't think so. Name's Jim. Jim Kirk.

Good luck with that one, dude.

I know! [And he's shaking hands with Kirk.... and breaking it gently almost, almost goes down the pan. No, seriously, he's so fucking excited right now, you don't even know.] I mean, I've heard a load of stuff about you and your crew. Seriously. You and me? We need to get drinks some time.

[The fact that this is weird is... completely nullified by the fact it's kirk. Yeah, okay, Dean's a happy guy right now. ~~It's almost as good as doctor sexy (If Gabe hadn't ruined that by wearing sneakers. Dammit Gabriel.)~~]

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Really?

[Kirk's ~~giant~~ eyebrows go up, a sparkle in his eyes. He didn't know he had fans. He can't exactly follow Earth news.]

The Enterprise is a great ship, almost as good as the crew. Glad to know I'm not the only one who thinks so.

[He pumps Dean's hand.]

Drinks sound good to me. ...You haven't told me your name, though.

Really.

Awesome crew and awesome ship. It's a shame you didn't have anyone come with - having Spock here would have been awesome, too. Not that, you know, I'm saying I'd rather- [...] I'll stop. [>____>;;]

[Oh. Uh. Oops. Slightly shamefaced grin.] I'm Dean. Winchester. Sorry, got kinda.... [Embarrassing.] Caught up, I guess. Not everyday you meet someone you've [Automatically editing himself from 'seen in films and shit' to:] heard so much about.

[Spock? Really? How did the Vulcan get to be so popular? ...Well. Kirk supposes he has his 'charms'. Sometimes.]

We could use his pointy-eared logical brain right about now.

[He folds his arms with a sigh.]

You been stuck on this planet long, Dean?

[Okay. Calm self. Stop being a teenage girl. Okay.]

It'd probably help a lot.

[okay. He's in control of himself now. A bit. It was just the surprise, that's all! The question pulls him up, and he's thinking.] Well, here it's been about a year and a half or so. I think. And it's damned sure the longest amount of time I've been somewhere I don't want to be. [He pulls a face. Goddamned this place.]

A year and a half?!

[His brows shoot up incredulously. He does a half pace, dragging his hands down his face and blowing out his breath. All right, so he might actually be a cosmic castaway. He gives his tricorder a shake before swinging it in a slow arc overhead. The device chirps noncommittally.]

Not even a hint of a signal. There's gotta be a way out of this place.

Yeah. There's a few of us who have been here that long, some a lot less. [He's not going to mention the people who got sent home.] We've had... kind of an influx of new people, too. Most I've seen all at once - even in the beginning there were only ten or so of us all at once. [He shrugs]

Short of yelling 'Beam me up, Scotty' at the sky, we've tried pretty much everything between us all.

We can cross that option off the list now.

[He doesn't even realize Dean just made a reference joke, just looking up at the sky as if Scotty will surprise them and beam them up as requested. No such luck.]

So what do you do now?

[He's having a hard time just reconciling himself to going out and living like one of the townsfolk.]

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...Yeah, I guess we can. [Disappointed sounding? a little. He wants to get on the goddamned enterprise.]

You find yourself a place to live and don't blow all your cash at once. Best advice I've got. Sorry, man. [Yeah, he feels you on that one. Even with his patchwork family.... civilian life is still fucking weird. That's why he gets extra cash from bounty hunting in what little free time he has. It at least scratches an itch.] But there's plenty to do at least? Mall, a bar, a lot shit to explore, and if you get too bored, there's always the jobs. I'll give you a freebie - the money from bounty hunting the monsters here doesn't suck, and could even be counted as fun.

[Give it time. If the right situation comes up where he desperately needs the advice or help of his crew, Jim might very well break down and put up an Archway.]

Bounty hunting monsters? Wait, how is this fun?

[He didn't enjoy running away from the last monster that came barreling after him for a quick meal, that's for sure. But Dean has his attention, because even that sounds better than 'wake up, eat breakfast, go to the office and type at a computer for eight hours, go home.']

[Woohoo! Wait. He means-]

[He raises an eyebrow. Excuse him as he hits the nail on the head, but he knows a little bit about you and your canon incarnation(s)...] Isn't it better than just waking up, going to work, sitting at a desk for eight or nine hours - or a checkout counter or what the hell ever - before going home to do... not much of anything at all. Day in and day out.

[He shrugs] Besides, you get paid for keeping the pain-in-the-ass creatures to a minimum, the work can take you through the archways more than a few times and there's plenty to explore through them, and you can run it on your own schedule so long as you hit the deadlines for the hunts that have them.

[Jim folds his arms, exhaling heavily. He loves a good adventure as much as the next red-blooded man does, but deliberately hunting down dangerous monsters sounds completely insane. Still. It's important to protect people too, and he knows that's essentially what they're doing. Having a phaser helps significantly.]

Why not? I can at least give it a shot.

Okay. I go pretty often to grab some extra cash, You can always tag along at first if you want. Even split.

Guess it can't hurt. ...Hope not, anyway.

[He grins. He does need to find some sort of means to support himself, since the place he chose to stay isn't cheap.]

Can't exactly resume my old duties without a ship and a crew, after all.

[He nods, and can't help grinning. When that happens, it's going to be the best thing ever. Ever.]

Awesome. And don't worry, I'll keep you safe. [Well. Safe as you're going to get.]

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Yeah, I'm gonna go smash your fourth wall. I need to have the option there for the geek snark >>

Yes, good.

.....You've yet to see the handwaving skills. Don't get too excited X'D

I'll be gentle. <3

<33 not that'll you'll see them until he actually decided to tell him the /whole/ truth. eventually.

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