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genessia2013-11-23 10:53 pm
mouth_breather) wrote in genessia2013-11-23 10:53 pm
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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.]
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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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.
Re: action; Sry, Thanksgiving was hectic
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.]
Re: action; Sry, Thanksgiving was hectic
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.
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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?
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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?
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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.
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[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?
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[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?
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That's weird.
And he's not with you?
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[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.
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He doesn't seem like a threat so that's something.]
Angel.
[A name that was more than fitting for her.]
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.]
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You got another chance, didn't you. To leave home and start fresh...must be nice.
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If you call being hijacked off of your ship and stranded on a strange planet, I guess. Sure, why not.