Mission Post - Bacchus, Day 12

Sep 09, 2009 10:54

He didn't know when he'd fallen asleep. Or how, as he was feeling mighty uncomfortable physically and on edge mentally. Still, Leonard found himself cracking open his eyes to the dingy light of the holding cell they'd been thrown in. It'd been.... hell, he had no clue how long they'd been locked up. Spock would probably know, sitting off in a ( Read more... )

character: cavendish, mission: bacchus ii, location: off-ship, timeline: day 12, character: mccoy, character: spock

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thevulcanfirst September 16 2009, 06:02:48 UTC
Spock ripped the headphones from his head and dashed forward but was shoved back harder then he thought the purple man could shove. His back hit the desk hard enough to knock him to his knees which ended up being a good thing. The communicator was just off to the side; he grabbed it, turned it off and placed it in the only logical place he knew. The front of his pants. The guards would search his pockets for it when they got their hands on him and it was still likely that they would find it where it now resided. The Vulcan got to his feet and ran out the door just in time to be met with a large man.

Spock suddenly moved to the side and sent a punch to crack against the side of the man’s face with his left hand as his right moved to the purple back. He used his strength to bend the man at his waist and Spock pulled his knee hard to contact with the man’s chest making his breath leave him. Then carefully removed both hands and shoved him against the wall where he fell to the ground in a breathless heap. The First Officer turned in time to train his eyes of the Doctor’s noise being bloodied. An anger burned in him like it had back in their holding ceil where Phrixis had attempted to attack Leonard. The white hot was powerful, nothing like the one that had burned in him when his mother had died and his planet lost but more than a Vulcan should harbor. Spock should not be feeling this; it wasn’t something he was used to so he used it to his advantage by putting it into the force of his beatings and the calculations of his moves. He rushed forward to take down the men that had a hold of his Doctor.

The purple man on the right noticed before the other two did and let go of Leonard’s right and pulling out a club then he advanced Spock. The Vulcan called on his training in Suus Mahna, he read the movements of the offender, jumped and rolled to the side as the club came down on air where Spock had been standing. He was crouch as the man spun trying to figure out how he had missed. Spock was faster than any human and he used this to his advantage as well. The Vulcan stood swiftly and gracefully, turned and came all the way full circle executing a kick with all the force he could mange. The sickening crack of bone was heard and for a moment no one could know if it was the purple mans ribs braking or Spock’s shine. Drops of blood fell from the purple mans mouth, he had one hand wrapped loosely around Spock’s leg but it soon let go as the now lifeless body fell to the ground. All this happened in a few moments giving the others no time to attack him as he killed their friend. He planted his foot and pushed back as he saw the movement of another club flying at him. Spock landed on the other side of the body away from danger.

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thevulcanfirst September 16 2009, 06:03:41 UTC
“If you want your man to live then stop!” the gravel voice called out to Spock from a man holding Anderson by the neck, ready to kill him at any moment. He had his hands up and feet planted in a simple stance of the Vulcan Martial Art, he had not had the time to change from a defense stance to an attack stance yet but he was about to when the man had called to him. Spock closed his eyes as he center himself, when his eyes opened again he trained them on Anderson; the man looked scared and was shaking. Spock shifted his eye then to the third man who had attacked him still holding the club up ready to go again. The Vulcan knew his chances of getting to Anderson before he was killed would be slim to none so he backed down. His hands fell to his sides and he straightened. “Now,” the man holding Anderson’s life in his hands said. “Where is the communicator he had?!” The purple man’s voice raised as he become anger and pointed at Leonard.

“I did not retrieve it from the other room as I was more concerned with the safely and well being of my men.” He was using his Commander voice, the one he used with students or lower ranking officers. The purple man holding onto Anderson nodded to the one holding the club up.

“Check him,” the gravel voice orders and Spock narrowed his eyes at him. “He’s gotta be lying to us! He wouldn’t tell us the truth.” The man growled.

“As I am Vulcan I am not able to lie,” he commented but the man stepped forwarded and started to pat him down. As his hands started to move inward towards where the communicator was residing Spock growled at the man. “Searching is one thing,” he commented in a low voice as the man’s started to fall on his zipper. “Being sexually forward is another. Please remove your hands or you will lose them.” There was an audible swallow from the man searching him and he backed away. Spock took a quick step back as well and looked to Leonard.

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my_god_man September 16 2009, 08:07:06 UTC
Things just got more strange and disorientating after that whack to the nose. Briefly, Leonard seriously considered that a bone fragment might have lodged itself in his brain. The world had tilted strangely to the side, then gravity seemed to catch up and accelerate past him. He hit the ground -- maybe it was the ground, it felt lumpy and alternately hard in places -- heavily and sort of... slid nowhere in particular. But if his brain was dying, it seemed off that he could still think fairly well. That he could see farly well. In fact, he could see Spock.

... Back at that Killer Vulcan Ninja shit again. Goddamn.

By the time Leonard got himself to rights and stood, they were more or less back in the same place. Only this time it was Anderson under the knife and more dead and bleeding purple dudes. Why was this shit happening to them? It was their first mission. What fates had they managed to piss off already? They were rounded up again, this time their captors not taking for granted Spock's Hulking abilities. Heavy manacles were produced from somewhere and his hands were secured behind his back. They still seemed to think Leonard was a threat and manacled him too. Great, his glare pointedly told the Vulcan. They were then marched to the end of the corridor they'd been traveling. Out into a lighted chamber.

Out into Boudicca's graces again. Oh joy.

Shoved off to the side and forced to genuflect with the guards, he used the distracting homage to sneak closer to Spock. Asked barely above a breath, "So... where is that communicator?"

The Vulcan made a peculiar face, like he was trying hard not to look down at himself while squirming.

Leonard's brow demanded answers to that bullshit, and witnessed something quite surprising. A bright green... blush. Leonard's brow contemplated that answer for a moment, then suddenly got inspiration out of nowhere. It just... occurred, and suddenly that eyebrow had company. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" he hissed low like a cockroach.

More flushing went on, Spock not even looking at him.

"You... how the hell is Jim supposed to reach us now?! Reach out and touch you!?" He realized he was getting a bit hysterical. He felt the mood suited the situation. Trying to think around the urge to slam his head into the tiles beneath him, he grabbed for straws. Bad wording be damned. "Okay, fine, we'll just do this the hard way." More unfortunate wording. "Just... get us in a position where you're behind me."

They had to look like a pair of Christmas lights. Spock glowing green, Leonard a nice shade of red.

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neat_science September 16 2009, 22:13:50 UTC
They had decided that her uniform was not, quote: "Suitable attire to attend the majesty of the High Lady Boudicca". As such she had been hurried away, and hurried out of her clothes. Fortunately for the young Lieutenant there had been a moment of time where she had been able to slip the smuggled hypospray safely out of her dress and into the side of her boot. The dress...if one could call it that...was beautiful, albeit revealing. They even fiddled with the dark hair, taking it down from its buisnesslike style and sending the dark locks tumbling. Sky gritted her teeth and stayed still, but it was a close call.

"There now." said a young woman working in the wardrobe, stepping back and looking pleased, "You look like a woman ready for the pleasures of the Dionysian festival. These dresses are very easy to lift out of the way for a passionate encounter."

Sky squeaked.

Moments later she was being ushered out once more and into a large chamber, where her gaze immediately fell on Leo, Spock and Anderson, bloody and bruised, and still fucking here dammit! Sky's blue eyes narrowed, but then her cheeks flushed realising that she was standing in front of her friends...and Anderson, in a beautiful gown that did very little to protect her modesty.

Fucking fucksticks...

"It is time!" Boudicca called raising her arms to the ceiling, "Release the Spores, our time is now!"

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thevulcanfirst September 17 2009, 00:39:25 UTC
As if having the comm. box in the front of his pants wasn’t enough but now Leonard H. McCoy senior ship surgeon aboard the USS Enterprise was going to have to get that comm. box. This mission was not turning out in anyway, it was rather one of the worst missions in the history of mission or at least that’s what Spock thought as his face was turning a bright green.

“It was the only logical place Doctor,” he said in a hushed voice that betrayed no emotion even if his face was showing it for him. “If I had placed it anywhere else on my person they would have found it and we would have zero means of contact the Captain with,” Spock dared to glance at the Doctor, he was bright red now. ‘At least the colors suit each other’ the Vulcan thought as he stepped behind the doctor. They were to close for comfort, the only person who got this close to him was Uhura and only in the privacy of one of their quarters.

Just as McCoy’s hands went to work on getting the communicator out Sky came back into the room. Spock looked up to see what she was doing and was taken aback by the clothes she now had. The Vulcan hadn’t felt this awkward in about eleven years.

Spock’s eyes widened, this was not good. The Captain and his away team hadn’t even been informed yet of this plan. Bad, very bad. Spock moved closer to Leonard. “Doctor please hurry to remove the communicator so that we can contact the Captain and tell him that the spores have been released and that he and his team need to have biomask’s.” he said calmly as ever in a low voice that no one could hare but the Doctor.

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my_god_man September 17 2009, 16:31:06 UTC
This wasn't happening. He wasn't fucking tied up and having to lock-pick his Commanding Officer's pants. Backwards. On their goddamn knees. This had to top anything he'd ever done young and drunk. Leonard tried not to think about it too much. Tried not to get any images in his head about how this must look. Him all hunched over, hands bound, backside getting pressed against by Spock's slightly longer body...

Goddamnit.

Just as he was contemplating those floor tiles seriously and wistfully, he was saved by the bell. Or the fanfare, in this case. Murmuring began amongst the crowd and the two of them were yanked back up to their feet. Well, that'd make the little grope and fetch easier. Or not, as he found out just how uncomfortable it was to even get hold of the damn zipper. Didn't help any when Spock bumped or rubbed too closely, giving his fingers no room to move. "Yeah, well, as inventive as the thought was, I'd prefer you leave this detail out of the final report." Again, that was assuming they survived this. He was unpleasantly amused by thoughts of his gravestone reading: He died giving his Commander a Hand.

The commotion around them intensified and shifted, then Leonard found his thoughts temporarily arrested. A gap had formed in the crowd, giving them a perfect view of things front and center. And what he saw now... well, his brain had finally died from that fragment.

Because he was having visions of angels.

He might just start praying again, if he could have such lovely visitations during times of high stress. Didn't know how long he just stood there staring and enjoying The Visit, but as these were stressful times, reality eventually crashed down on him. Spores.... shit, the SPORES! He jerked back to attention and willed coordination into his twisted and upturned hands. They had to warn Jim, Jim had to protect himself. They needed those masks.

"I know, I know!" he growled at Spock's urgings, like some damn overeager virgin. Who'd ever thought that Leonard McCoy would need encouragement on getting his hands on someone's business. But finally the fly was down enough that he got a large hand in there and through two layers of fabric. Got his long fingers around business. Of the plastic and rectangular sort. There was much he didn't know about Vulcan anatomy, but he'd studied what he could find upon officially becoming CMO. He knew he wouldn't find that on Spock unless he really went digging for it.

And if by chance his fingers did come across that.... well, that was more Spock's problem than Leonard's. Wasn't the most pleasant feeling, but a man could still run for his life while carrying a torch.

But Leonard couldn't properly hail Jim with his hands still locked behind his back. So he had to get creative -- and dexterous -- himself. He managed to wrangle the communicator sideways, trapped against the Vulcan's abdomen. Flipped the clam shell open and turned it flat again. Drew from his memory an image of the user interface. There were few buttons but the problem was these things reacted to voice commands. And there was no way in hell Leonard was gonna start talking to Spock's crotch. The purple people would likely notice that too. But he remembered a time, back in the Academy, when he'd done something to a communicator that'd caused it to beep obnoxiously to all units within receiving range. He'd been drunk -- go figure -- at the time and had a few dozen angry return calls demanding to know what the hell was going on. Jim had thought it was hilarious.

Hopefully, Jim was listening now.

While fiddling, Boudicca continued speaking, "Soon, my people, we will teach the Bacchun the true meaning of power! The power of the Natural! The power that we each hold within us! Soon, no woman or man of poor means will be made low! The Bacchun will be at our mercy! Take up arms and prepare!"

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