Where the hell are you, Scotty?!
One minute this dashing young man is talking to Nyo- ahem, Uhura in the elevator to the cockpit of his starship and the next minute he’s walking through the doors into another room. Where’s the crew? Spock, Uhura, and son-of-a-bitch! Where is his chair? A speedy glance over the place tells him it’s a hotel lobby, and the sun of what appears to be Earth shines in from outside the windows. But there is no ship behind him, no doorway to the familiar. “Obviously,” he chastises himself and then turns in stumbling circles to further take him his surroundings. Yeah, totally not the place he was last, and he’s pretty sure Scotty didn’t beam him anywhere. He hadn’t been anywhere near the pods.
Unhitching the communicator from his belt, Captain James T. Kirk holds it to his mouth, “Hey! Anyone there that can tell me where the hell I am, and preferably how to get out and back home within the next thirty seconds?”
No reply. Figures. He gives the button a couple more, good, hard jabs before giving up and stashing it away again. Better to just start shouting and see who comes out of the woodworks. Hopefully there won’t be another incident like on Delta Vega, where there was no old and crusty, pointy-eared-bastard to bail him out of trouble.
“Ahem,” he clears his throat, “Anyone out there? My name is James Tiberius Kirk, and I’m the Captain of the USS Enterprise. If anyone can tell me how I’m supposed to get back to my ship, I would be very--- thankful?” How awkward, talking to a room like this, and ‘thankful,’ Jim, really? He makes a face at his own horrible formalities and then waits for a reply.
Typist: There is a very big part of me that couldn’t leave him alone after going to see the movie. Captain James Tiberius Kirk of the USS Enterprise, taken from the 2009 Star Trek film sometime shortly after the end. I’ve seen some of TOS, but the movie wins. And like the green-blooded hobgoblin down there, I’ll try to minimize spoilers.
Unhitching the communicator from his belt, Captain James T. Kirk holds it to his mouth, “Hey! Anyone there that can tell me where the hell I am, and preferably how to get out and back home within the next thirty seconds?”
No reply. Figures. He gives the button a couple more, good, hard jabs before giving up and stashing it away again. Better to just start shouting and see who comes out of the woodworks. Hopefully there won’t be another incident like on Delta Vega, where there was no old and crusty, pointy-eared-bastard to bail him out of trouble.
“Ahem,” he clears his throat, “Anyone out there? My name is James Tiberius Kirk, and I’m the Captain of the USS Enterprise. If anyone can tell me how I’m supposed to get back to my ship, I would be very--- thankful?” How awkward, talking to a room like this, and ‘thankful,’ Jim, really? He makes a face at his own horrible formalities and then waits for a reply.
Typist: There is a very big part of me that couldn’t leave him alone after going to see the movie. Captain James Tiberius Kirk of the USS Enterprise, taken from the 2009 Star Trek film sometime shortly after the end. I’ve seen some of TOS, but the movie wins. And like the green-blooded hobgoblin down there, I’ll try to minimize spoilers.