Jim spared only a glance for the cat. Spock's then. He nodded, suppressing the strange feeling that had flitted through him when Spock had not immediately vacated the command chair. This was not the time for that.
He glanced over at Uhura, and at the others on duty, having no doubt they were scanning the area for any signal on any frequency and any sign of a ship.
"Nothing?" he asked, but he knew better than to think Spock would be holding back. His face was grim, his voice level. "Have Pike and the other Spock been questioned?" He had not taken, or tried to take, command. But neither had he modulated his voice away from Captain Kirk, the persona which had folded around him like an invisible mantle though it was never far.
It was unlikely that they had been directly responsible, but it was not out of the question. Hostages, insurance... who else had known they were thus vulnerable?
Then again, he and his crew had simply... disappeared.
And it had been some time now. They had to contend with the fact that Jim and George might, simply, be gone.
As Nyota noted the appearance of the elder Kirk, Spock and Admiral Pike, she withdrew her hand from his shoulder with a momentary reluctance, straightening herself up and nodding to each man politely. Her personal relationships weren't exactly a well kept secret, yet she preferred to keep them exactly that: personal. On the Bridge she was Lieutenant Uhura, and although she wanted to comfort Spock, she had a job to do and a position to maintain.
"Nothing Sir," she commented to the elder Captain, returning to her console and reseating herself. It seemed pointless, she thought as she slipped the earpiece back into place. There was nothing out there. "I would suggest against disturbing them. In any case, they can't get off this ship until the shields are lowered, so if they did take them, we're at a stalemate." They still weren't certain they were even involved, but who knew? Whatever the case, their next move was up to Spock, and she spared him a gentle look at the knowledge of the burden he had to bear.
Her console beeped with a message, and she turned away from both men to fix her attention on it.
The almost-expression might have been a wince at the thought of interrupting the other pair. Had the message come any sooner, Spock himself would have been... displeased.
"I agree with the Lieutenant--it would be unwise to interrupt them at this time, though we have no other probable alternative to pursue at this time. The science and engineering divisions have been attempting to find traces of the manner of their abduction. We have also been attempting to scan the sector for any unusual activity other than the breach artificially created for the transfer."
Spock glanced between Kirk and his counterpart. "Yet so far the results have yielded nothing, and the likelihood of finding answers at our present location is decreasing continuously." He wanted to other sectors, but to do so might (would) break the connection between them and the mirror verse. They would have Pike and his mirror stuck here.
Jim shared a glance with his Spock, the communication needing no words, mental or aural. It was very clear what the other pair had been, were, doing. It just hadn't occurred to Jim until now that his own "reunion" with Spock had been concurrent.
He filed that away. And nodded at the acting captain. "No doubt they have been interrupted, at this point," he said. "But if you were to leave this location--" Jim thought that inadvisable, considering the Terran situation--"what trail would you follow?"
He shifted his gaze ahead, silently considering the possibilities once more. There was nothing to push them in either direction, nothing to hint at what they should do...
There was a muted beep from his padd that he had tucked off to the side. The preliminary report from his science division. An ionization trail, something not quite natural through space, almost beyond the scope of their scanners. Almost.
"Ensign," He said to Pasha as he began directing the data from the science servers to the navigator's console. "Plot a course to follow the ionization trail relayed from the physics department."
Spock glanced back to Kirk. "There is only one path available--I have no choice but to follow it."
Turning his attention to the controls on the arm rest of the captain's chair, and immediately tuned the communication controls to hone in on the quarantine rooms in the sickbay.
"Captain." He spoke to the alternate Pike in a one-way communication, because he guessed that his reaction would be less unpleasant. "We are leaving the trans-dimensional bridge for the time being."
“Aye Sir.“ Pasha bobbed her head to show she understood, an upon receiving the data she set to with plotting their course. She worked swiftly as possible at the complex navigation equation, and after a suffocating stillness on the bridge other then her flurry of fingers the course was almost set.
Several more moments crawled by before the Ensign announced “Course Plotted. Sir.“ She let out a breath that she hadn’t realised she had been holding in and sent the file to the Pilot‘s control panel.
Pike and Spock were dangerous men, now stranded in a world they considered weak. On the other hand, the ion trail was their only hope, and soon even the shadow of it would be beyond the reach of their scanners. Jim nodded, his expression grim. Was he conveying approval, or merely acknowledgment of young Spock's decision, and his right to make it.
But he glanced at Spock. With their connection restored, could Spock hear him, if he tried?
Will they remain content to wait? he asked, despairing of a good answer.
None of that showed on his face, of course. Nor did the hint of surprised pleasure that Jim would attempt to incorporate their connection in a situation such as this. It was only logical yet Spock had not considered it.
He glanced over at Uhura, and at the others on duty, having no doubt they were scanning the area for any signal on any frequency and any sign of a ship.
"Nothing?" he asked, but he knew better than to think Spock would be holding back. His face was grim, his voice level. "Have Pike and the other Spock been questioned?" He had not taken, or tried to take, command. But neither had he modulated his voice away from Captain Kirk, the persona which had folded around him like an invisible mantle though it was never far.
It was unlikely that they had been directly responsible, but it was not out of the question. Hostages, insurance... who else had known they were thus vulnerable?
Then again, he and his crew had simply... disappeared.
And it had been some time now. They had to contend with the fact that Jim and George might, simply, be gone.
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"Nothing Sir," she commented to the elder Captain, returning to her console and reseating herself. It seemed pointless, she thought as she slipped the earpiece back into place. There was nothing out there. "I would suggest against disturbing them. In any case, they can't get off this ship until the shields are lowered, so if they did take them, we're at a stalemate." They still weren't certain they were even involved, but who knew? Whatever the case, their next move was up to Spock, and she spared him a gentle look at the knowledge of the burden he had to bear.
Her console beeped with a message, and she turned away from both men to fix her attention on it.
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Spock glanced between Kirk and his counterpart. "Yet so far the results have yielded nothing, and the likelihood of finding answers at our present location is decreasing continuously." He wanted to other sectors, but to do so might (would) break the connection between them and the mirror verse. They would have Pike and his mirror stuck here.
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He filed that away. And nodded at the acting captain. "No doubt they have been interrupted, at this point," he said. "But if you were to leave this location--" Jim thought that inadvisable, considering the Terran situation--"what trail would you follow?"
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There was a muted beep from his padd that he had tucked off to the side. The preliminary report from his science division. An ionization trail, something not quite natural through space, almost beyond the scope of their scanners. Almost.
"Ensign," He said to Pasha as he began directing the data from the science servers to the navigator's console. "Plot a course to follow the ionization trail relayed from the physics department."
Spock glanced back to Kirk. "There is only one path available--I have no choice but to follow it."
Turning his attention to the controls on the arm rest of the captain's chair, and immediately tuned the communication controls to hone in on the quarantine rooms in the sickbay.
"Captain." He spoke to the alternate Pike in a one-way communication, because he guessed that his reaction would be less unpleasant. "We are leaving the trans-dimensional bridge for the time being."
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Several more moments crawled by before the Ensign announced “Course Plotted. Sir.“ She let out a breath that she hadn’t realised she had been holding in and sent the file to the Pilot‘s control panel.
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But he glanced at Spock. With their connection restored, could Spock hear him, if he tried?
Will they remain content to wait? he asked, despairing of a good answer.
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None of that showed on his face, of course. Nor did the hint of surprised pleasure that Jim would attempt to incorporate their connection in a situation such as this. It was only logical yet Spock had not considered it.
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