(Idea for a Spirk-based Action/scifi scene I got from a recent role-play)
Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise sat in his chair, legs lazily kicked to the side crossed and relaxed. Though his mind was reeling with mission parameters that only him and his bond-mate first officer were aware of. The only thing the rest of the crew was briefed on, is that they were on warp 8 to assess a hostile situation on Vera II, Class M Federation Colony planet.
Unknown to the crew, 3 important ambassadors of Orion, Klingon and federation. Class 5 Ambassadors were there to discuss peace and a treaty with the Federation.
When a Klingon rebellion attacked, after their spies learned of the treaty; and Romulans heard via Klingon rebellion prisoners via torture; that this was going down.
It's safe to determine it; shit went down, and now a war of WW1 proportions is underway at Vera II. Constant fire from 3 separate sides, Federation officers doing everything, to keep the three ambassadors out of harm's way and safe from the anger of the Klingons and the tyranny of the Romulans.
"Captain, I'm getting multiple, just...crazy readings in Terran, Romulan...Klingon...even Orion! Just distress...its chaos." Jim turned to the wide-eyed lieutenant; his hand was covering his mouth as he was deep in strategy. "Yeah, record it all and seal it. Anything you hear is classified, everything from this point on doesn't leave the bridge; you all know as well as I do... I hate this. But we have to keep clear heads and do our jobs. Understood?" The crew agreed respectfully, and soon their ship was in safe distance; yet close enough to board their planned shuttles.
"Commander Spock, Doctor McCoy, Mr. Sulu you're coming with me...Chekov, take the Conn." Jim announced and everyone looked to him with vacant shock and confused glances but obeyed. He snapped out of his chair clapping his hands together with less jovial affection than he usually did, more stress in his face than they'd seen since...
Since Khan...
Spock wasn't arguing with the Captain, so they knew...something was up.
"Captain, I suggest we take 2 separate shuttles and have Lieutenant Commander Henadorf and McCoy in either two, to reduce risk of losing high rank crew in Crossfi..." Jim interrupted as the bustled off into the turbo-lift."Mr. Spock, we're not losing any crew on my watch." Spock simply flicked his eyes, the Vulcan version of an eye roll.
"Spock, I'm not submitting myself to loss, defeat, death...it[s not an option." Spock turned his gaze for a moment then looked to him with respectful Vulcan expression. "Logical, yet, our odds are against us."
"Yeah? Now you're sounding like a very morbid ancient Terran Novel..." He rolled his eyes and Spock merely quirked a brow. Sulu was listening rather bemusedly but respectfully kept his gaze away from them as they walked down the hall to their ready room.
"Captain, it would be unwise commence this mission without strategy I suggest..." Jim gave him a determined glare. "I have one Commander, all you need to know is, consistent to the suggestion you offered previously our crews will be well separated and logically created. You will take command of Galileo I'll take the Vesper." Spock agreed with a short nod and a 'yes captain'
The Galileo was filled on with Spock, Sulu, 4 ranking security and one medic. Suited up in drop suits, space diving was an enterprise specialty.
The Vesper consisted of Jim, McCoy, Chief security Henadorf (cupcake), and 2 high-ranking security officers.
/Ready for lift, captain we are out of the bay/
/Yep, to infinity and beyond Mr. Spock.../
/Captain, Infinity is a theory yet to be proved as i.../
/Spock...it's a Joke, an old Terran thing; I'll contact you at drop point. Kirk out./
"Shields," Both the Captain and Commander said, universal constants in every way.
They were already receiving minor fire, and hails. "Kirk to Uhura, you get any hails you take them and unless its for ceasefire negotiations you tell them to go shove it up their asses in whatever way or dialect you see fit...I'm leaving you in charge of negotiations for now."
"Understood, Captain." Uhura couldn't help but smile.
Their shuttle careened to the side after that and Jim held on, McCoy grumbling this whole time finally speaks up. "This is goddamn ridiculous, you're lucky I trust your ass!" McCoy, with aviophobia, was clinging on for dear life. "If I die here, I'll pull your ass from hell and torture you like you've tortured me all your life." He spat shivering.
"Love you too, bones." Jim smacked his side and grinned; McCoy only smirked and looked away. "Fuck you, smart ass."
He laughed again as they careened to the other side. Sulu flying the shuttle as an expert pilot would, and as good as he could with the fire. "Gotta ditch now our we're gonna get shot down." Sulu frowned wincing as he barely dodged missile fire.
/Captain.../
/Great timing, just about to contact you. On t-minus 3/
/3/
/2/
/.../
/Jim?!/
Jim smirked, /I love you Spock/
/Captain this is unpro.../
/1/
Spock scrambled, yet nearly at the same time everyone was ejected and was now diving in the silence of Space. The slight whirs of the life-support and steady breathing taking up the comm. line.
/Descending./ Spock alerts, stating their meters, their gravitational pull; little known the the crew Jim's doing it too, he's just as smart as Spock in all the ways that count.
/Alright, chutes up in T-minus 3.../ By his voice, he was obviously not in the mood for his games. This was life or death by one move.
/3/
/2/
/1.../ Before Jim could deploy, by some shit luck, he's side-swiped by a weaker-phaser shot. Sending him off-balance and spiraling out of control.
/JIM!/ The Vulcan uncharacteristically shouts, as their chutes are all deployed and Spock accelerates his speed and with widespread Vulcan arms reaches for the captains hand, pulling him to his chest with a click of armor.
He speaks through their bond, he never does this on missions...
- Chutes broken Spock -
Jim is facing him as they are plummeting through the atmosphere, Spocks got one arm tightly around his husbands waist, it was second nature to him.
- Sorry for the outburst of human emotional crap earlier Spock I...-
-Jim, I love you as well.-
Spock braces for impact, and he doesn't even have to warn Jim for landing cause the smiling blue eyes turn to bold ones as they land in the vast sea. The Captain flipping off of Spock and bracing as a professional would. As if it were second nature, him and Spock in-sync like nothing anyone had ever seen.
Their captain a little less graceful, but just as precise.
/Alright, stay underwater, let's get to shore unnoticed you copy? /
He received nothing but positive notions of affirmation, and they swam in deep lavender-colored waters; The natural minerals turned it as such.
Jim was going to do this right, no matter was walked into his path...
And as they emerged from the water and were surrounded by at least 20 Klingons... he realized this was going to be a little (only a little) harder than he originally surmised.
/Shit./
/Indeed./
TO BE CONTINUED...