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[It's only been a few days, so Kirk hasn't given up on his daily routine. Wake up, head outside, tap at his comm badge. It chirps.]

Scotty, come in.

[Nothing. Another tap, another chirp.]

Could sure use a pick up right about now.

[Still nothing. One more tap.]

Spock.

[NO ONE IS THERE, KIRK. He tips his head back, staring up at the sky. Yeah, he kind of expected as much, given that this whole song and dance didn't work the last two times either. But he's still got to try. He hunches a little as a cold wind seems to slice right through him, then turns to walk briskly down the street. Maybe he'll put some of that money to use and buy a decent coat and some winter clothes.]

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[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.

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