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"Once again, Doctor McCoy, you are allowing your emotions to cloud what little rationality you possess. If you would perhaps for once think logically, then you would understand that my plan is far superior."

"Superior my ass! You can take your damned Vulcan logic and shove it up –"

"Enough! Shut up or get out!"

Hikaru knew that his outburst was unprofessional but considering the circumstances, he felt more than justified. The Commander and the Doctor didn't get along. Fine. He got that. After all, there were people that he would rather toss out of an airlock too. But this, this was getting to be just plain ridiculous.

Jim had been kidnapped and from the images, it sure as hell didn't look those kidnappers were playing nice. Jim, their Captain and friend, had maybe hours to live if they couldn't shape up and figure out where he was and rescue him and here these two IDIOTS in charge were, too busy taunting each other to actually help.

It was enough to make Hikaru want to bash them over the head with his sword. Those two were lucky he preferred non-violent methods. Still didn't stop him from imagining smashing their heads together. Painfully. And repeatedly.

"I find myself in agreement with Sulu. Doctor. Commander."

Hikaru never stopped finding himself amazed at just how talented Uhura was at communication. He didn't think anyone else was capable of fitting that much complete and utter contempt into a title of respect. The constant practice with having to address Jim as Captain probably helped with that though she nowadays said that title with considerably less contempt and a lot more actual respect and maybe even a hint of exasperated fondness every now and then. Hikaru thinks that someday, she'll even give Jim permission to address her as Nyota.

Then Hikaru's train of thought, and whatever response the Commander and Doctor were coming up with, were put to a stop by Chekov's loud exclamation.

"I found him! I found him!"

The bonds dug painfully into Jim's wrists as he attempted, without much success, to wriggle his way out. Busy cursing out his kidnappers, the rope, and whoever decided that James T. Kirk wasn't even allowed a fucking drink without getting into trouble (not even his fault!), he didn't notice the figure walking up to him until the sudden outburst of pain from getting his already damaged ribs announced their presence.

Taking a few moments to calm the shouts of pain, pain, pain that his ribs were screaming at him, Jim was a bit slow in tilting his head up to look at his captor. Five pale gray eyes blinked down at him. A Rigaldian.

What was odd however was the fact that this Rigaldian bore five nasty looking scars across his brow instead of the traditional diamond tattoos that Jim had seen on essentially every other Rigaldian he'd ever met.

"So. What's your deal?"

The Rigaldian blinked at him.

"I mean, why have you kidnapped me? Which, by the way, is a pretty serious offense considering I'm a Starfleet Captain and not only that, I'm Captian James T. Ki-"

Ribs. Broken. Definitely broken now.

"Your identity is known."

The boot pressed itself down painfully for a moment into his broken ribs before finally lifting off of him. Bastard. After a few careful breaths, Jim decided to try his luck again and hope that curiosity wouldn't kill the ca(p)t(ian).

"Who are you?"

The Rigaldian shifted and Jim hunched in, trying best to protect himself as best he could in case the Rigaldian attempted to stomp all over him again. A beat and then, to Jim's surprise, his kidnapper responded with words sans the violence for once.

"I am Chl'Ist."

"Huh. You actually answered." He blinked, just a little shocked. "Or are you lying to me?"

"That is my true name."

Jim couldn't help but crack a small grin.

"So Chl'Ist, you go around identifying yourself to your prisoners often?"

The Rigaldian blinked his eyes rapidly. Then a boot was suddenly smashing into Jim's temple, snapping his head back and adding a side of throbbing pain to go along with the steady aching pressure that had been there since he woke earlier. Over his own harsh breathing, Jim heard his captor's response.

"No. It is only honorable to let you know the name of the one who will be terminating your existence soon."

"Oh goodie," Jim managed to gasp out before a second kick connected with the now broken ribs and sent him spiraling into unconsciousness.

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