Jim Kirk of all people always ended up falling into the hands of the rebel alliance as he tried to make a treaty. He was in an old brick cell at the edge of the camp. Two guards watched him like a hawk and as he tried to make small talk, he instead got the butt of the rifle whacked into whatever body part they could reach.
Hearing a commotion getting closer, Jim sighed in relief as he saw the familiar shot of a phaser as it hit his guards. Spock's face was the first he saw and he smiled.