Leonard McCoy (
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genessia2017-05-08 08:44 am
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[001] - Arrival | Video w/ option for Action
[Groggy was the least of Leonard's problems, following closely after 'Where the hell am I?'. Oh, sure, he'd sat and listened to the hologram, and it would be his damn luck if that was all true. He'd still prefer to hear it from a person.
Yanking someone off a spaceship in the middle of space wasn't as much of an impossibility as it seemed before Jim'd beamed onto the Enterprise mid-warp with Scotty.
He didn't mind being planet-side, a good old fashioned atmosphere was always well and good by him. What was pissing him off more was the fact that he'd come down with the clothes on his back, his communicator, and nothing much else. The damn communicator didn't even work, or at least it wasn't picking up anything.
After about an hour he'd stopped waiting by the bay, taken his welcome package and headed off to what the map had said was a bar a few blocks away. Jack's - or something like that.
One drink wasn't going to get him drunk and if he was really the only one that got abducted here they'd be looking for him.
Leonard McCoy is nursing his second glass of bourbon and frowning over the paperwork he'd taken to reading when he finally looks at the other communicator they gave him. Well, he figured, why the hell not? He's scowling into the device once he finally turns it on.]
Doctor Leonard McCoy, Starfleet Medical Officer here, and I've got just one good question for whoever happens to be on this damn thing; What the hell is really going on here?
[He tilts the device pointedly away and takes another sip of his drink before returning to its view. Then, as almost an afterthought he adds;]
Aside from what that hologram had to say.
Yanking someone off a spaceship in the middle of space wasn't as much of an impossibility as it seemed before Jim'd beamed onto the Enterprise mid-warp with Scotty.
He didn't mind being planet-side, a good old fashioned atmosphere was always well and good by him. What was pissing him off more was the fact that he'd come down with the clothes on his back, his communicator, and nothing much else. The damn communicator didn't even work, or at least it wasn't picking up anything.
After about an hour he'd stopped waiting by the bay, taken his welcome package and headed off to what the map had said was a bar a few blocks away. Jack's - or something like that.
One drink wasn't going to get him drunk and if he was really the only one that got abducted here they'd be looking for him.
Leonard McCoy is nursing his second glass of bourbon and frowning over the paperwork he'd taken to reading when he finally looks at the other communicator they gave him. Well, he figured, why the hell not? He's scowling into the device once he finally turns it on.]
Doctor Leonard McCoy, Starfleet Medical Officer here, and I've got just one good question for whoever happens to be on this damn thing; What the hell is really going on here?
[He tilts the device pointedly away and takes another sip of his drink before returning to its view. Then, as almost an afterthought he adds;]
Aside from what that hologram had to say.

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[The corner of his mouth quirks into an almost ironic smirk.]
If I'm anything right now, it's annoyed.
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You are allowed to be. I was angry too when I woke up here without any of my friends.
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I know. [A little grumpy, like hell he needs someone to tell him how he's allowed to feel. He's not completely without empathy though, and after a pause;] ...any of them ever show up?
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Yes, after a few week. It made life easier. Your friend might arrive eventually too.
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Oh, one way or another, I'm sure he will.
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Is he persistent?
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Persistent? [McCoy snorts.] That's like calling water a little damp.
We've got this test at the Academy, alright? A simulation. There's too much politics involved to give you the details but the point of the exam's that there's no right answer. There's not a winning move - it's just supposed to teach you to deal with the fact you can't always win. You take it, they see how you do under pressure and you move on.
Jim though, Jim wasn't happy with that answer. Took the damn test - I don't even remember anymore. It was at least three times. Dragged me with him to volunteer to be his bridge crew for it. Long story short? He hacked the damn simulation so the enemy shields would come down and we could take them out. Almost got his ass kicked out of Starfleet before he even started.
And that, [McCoy adds, matter of factly.] is when there's not anything really at stake.
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Oh but that's the right kind of persistent. The kind that looks for a third options when both solutions are ineffective when you are aiming for an specific outcome. I can see how he can be hard to deal with but if he's always like that, the advantages outnumber the drawbacks in the long term.
[Which is to say, Kay would have hacked the simulation as well and he's 120% sure Cassian might have done the same.]
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[His scowl, lightens a little.]
And between you and me? If I hadn't smuggled him on board anyway after he got grounded for his trial, there'd be a nice black hole where the Earth's supposed to be.
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...and for sneaking him inside the ship. A hole. Sounds like there's a story behind that.
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Not a hole, a black hole. You can't tell me you don't know what a damn black hole is. Hell of a story's putting it mildly. I stay here long enough to see you around again, I'll tell you.
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No, I got it the first time. I'm very well acquainted with those and there are big trouble. Good to know you all survived. Okay, thanks. [He really is curious now.]
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Yeah, we lucked out. Probably about time I should be getting settled in here, anyway.
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Best luck with that and feel free to contact me if you need anything. I work as security at Velvet Lust, it's a bar, so you can find me there too.
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Take care, doctor.
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You too.