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Spock ([personal profile] chooses_to_feel) wrote in [community profile] six_word_stories2017-10-03 07:55 am
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Three Andorians, twelve Tribbles, seven Klingons.
termineur: (Internal Laughter)

[personal profile] termineur 2017-10-03 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
That sounds like a terrible combination.
termineur: (srsly)

:D And then I disappear for two days, but whatever

[personal profile] termineur 2017-10-04 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Nope, I can't imagine it was. How many tribbles do you have now?
termineur: (Hah.)

[personal profile] termineur 2017-10-05 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He can't help but chuckle. ]

Oh, no. That's about what I figured might happen.

Well, I'm sure the Klingons will take them off your hands.

smartass_captain: (Had it under control)

[personal profile] smartass_captain 2017-10-03 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[If the room would stop spinning Captain Kirk would tell his first officer exactly what he thinks of that little remark. As it is...]

You look...greener than normal.
smartass_captain: (Uncomfortable)

[personal profile] smartass_captain 2017-10-03 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I know that. But--

[Frown. Give him a moment to get his feet underneath him so that Spock isn't all but carrying him.]

You got hurt? I thought...I'm sorry. Let's go before th'Andorians come back.

[He tries to walk off ahead of Spock and immediately stumbles into the wall of the bar, tripping over one of the furry critters. Oh, this is sure to end well. A more than likely concussed Kirk and a room full of very underfoot and eagerly multiplying fuzzballs.]
smartass_captain: (Looking down)

[personal profile] smartass_captain 2017-10-06 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Put me down Spock--

[He's not drunk, but that slight slur definitely is adding evidence to the 'concussed' hypothesis. It's impossible to see the floor now, covered in tribbles like it is.]

I coulda handled myself.

[Had been, even, until he'd gotten thrown headfirst behind the bar before the Klingon decided Jim's kidney would like a room with a view.

It's worth noting that these arguments, while undoubtedly petulant and illogical, are at least not accompanied by Jim wriggling anymore. He's resigned himself to leaning his head on his first officer's shoulder in a desperate attempt to keep the bar from spinning while he's supported. This is as well behaved as Jim Kirk has ever been.

He must be pretty hurt.]


smartass_captain: (Had it under control)

[personal profile] smartass_captain 2017-10-07 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Bones is gonna yell at you for getting hurt.

[As if he won't be having conniptions about the state Jim's in too. His quiet murmur more a testament to his apology from before for letting Spock get involved in the first place. Jim was the wise guy who said this dive was fine and there was nothing to worry about.

Now look at where they are.]


What're we going to do about th'tribbles?

[Still trying to plan, but noticeably wincing when they pass under one of the only remaining functional lights as Spock attempts to navigate the fuzzy stairs. His head is killing him and everything smells like fucking tribble.]
smartass_captain: (Bruised and Tired)

[personal profile] smartass_captain 2017-10-07 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He worries 'bout us.

[Jim's head is pounding to the point where he can feel his own heartbeat in the tips of his ears. Despite that, the captain can feel his grip on consciousness starting to falter. He can't pass out here. Or at all, really.

They're not finished.]


Ge. Th'ship..

[He's dead weight now.]
smartass_captain: (Recovering)

[personal profile] smartass_captain 2017-10-08 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Captain Kirk doesn't tend to thrash himself awake. For as high energy and boisterous of a person as he usually is, he's eerily still when his eyes snap open. Taking in his surroundings. Deeming it safe to move and make others aware he's woken up.

This isn't the dive they were at. The aches and pains he remembers are a foggy distant memory replaced by nothing more than a slight stiffness in his muscles that attest to how long he's been asleep.]


Spock was hurt, too.

[He doesn't bother trying to argue with his best friend about whether or not Jim was an idiot. That fact won't dislodge itself from his mind. Spock was hurt.]

Where is he now? I need--

[They don't want him trying to get out of the bed, but Jim is a hard man to dissuade, especially when he's worried about someone.]
smartass_captain: (Looking up)

[personal profile] smartass_captain 2017-10-09 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[There's fire in Jim's eyes as he argues with McCoy to let him up so he can do his goddamned job--a fire that dies down when Spock makes his entrance and looks remarkably ordinary compared to how Jim remembered him being when he was last awake.]

Spock--you're. You're fine.

[Bones throws his hands up in the air. As if he hadn't said so ten dozen times in the time it took the commander to get down here himself. Grumble. He's going to get his tricorder and run some scans and Jim better be there when he comes back with said device.

Jim's hand reaches out and touches his first officer's sleeve gently. He's even changed into clean garments.]


I'm sorry. I--You had to handle all of that. I mean.

[Pull yourself together, captain. He clears his throat.]

Status report?
primelogic: (Smile)

[personal profile] primelogic 2017-10-03 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I would recommend checking with Lieutenant Uhura to make certain that all of the Tribbles are accounted for.
primelogic: (Smile)

[personal profile] primelogic 2017-10-03 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
That is not what I mean.

[He seems like he's holding back a chuckle. The elder Spock folds his hands behind his back.]

She was rather fond of the creatures as I remember.
Edited 2017-10-03 15:50 (UTC)
attackpatternbattista: (Casual - Thoughtful Orion is Thoughtful)

[personal profile] attackpatternbattista 2017-10-03 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds like the start of a terrible joke.
attackpatternbattista: (Casual - Did I leave the oven on?)

[personal profile] attackpatternbattista 2017-10-05 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps not, but that's almost certainly what it sounds like regardless.
hallowedarethefounders: you talking to me (Default)

[personal profile] hallowedarethefounders 2017-10-03 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Spock?

Well, have a Jem'Hadar from 2430 Starfleet. He's a Security Lieutenant.

And you look like the younger version of Spock, which mean Olan'atar should address you as...]


Commander?

Your orders?
hallowedarethefounders: you talking to me (Default)

[personal profile] hallowedarethefounders 2017-10-05 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Commander, if I am to calculate correctly, we need to secure both Sickbay and Engineering within one hour and seven minutes, or the ship will be full of Tribbles by nineteen hundred and we won't be able to do a thing about it. The thing is, we would need more people than there are in the crew, which means we have to find another way. And transporters are out of the question, since we don't have the transporter rooms either.

[Have I mentioned Olan'atar has been raised by Vulcans?]
divorce: (a list of rules established as i go)

[personal profile] divorce 2017-10-04 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Five Cardassians, four Betazoids, and a gorn. Y'know, if we're just listing things now.
divorce: (Default)

[personal profile] divorce 2017-10-05 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Well why didn't you just ask me that in the first place? I can put twelve Tribbles in stasis. It's keeping them at twelve that'll be the problem. What's your calculation on how many we'll have once we actually get 'em all on board?
divorce: (the things that love can drive a man to)

[personal profile] divorce 2017-10-06 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Our stasis machine's not exactly portable. They've got those, but not on a ship out in the middle of nowhere. [ every minute they delay is another minute closer to crisis. his brows knit together. ] What about just stunning the bastards?
jamietkirk: (captain's chair)

sorry not sorry

[personal profile] jamietkirk 2017-10-05 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"And a Partridge in a Pear Tree." Somehow she managed to say it with all seriousness and without sing-songing even a little.
jamietkirk: (smugish)

and then life tried to eat me, apologies on the delay

[personal profile] jamietkirk 2017-10-14 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I read it, I'm just..." She shook her head, "You know what, never mind. I'm ready."