Transporter Room - Away Team
Spock eyed his companion - this counterpart had seen only the briefest glimpse of sickbay and the confines of the room he shared with Pike. But Spock would not question the Acting Captain's order to include him. He would be of benefit, particularly with his practical knowledge of Romulans and their ways
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Nero and the other Spock were completely absorbed in one another, and Jim would have had a hard time not following the fight with his eyes were it not for his training. This "new" Spock moved differently, more graceful, economical in his gestures, fierce and strong and part of him responded to that beauty. Even as he lamented the danger into which he'd been put, that was none of his doing and little of his choosing.
He leapt, knowing Nero had seen him, but it was unavoidable. He would leave Spock to the fighting. Even Jim knew he was outmatched in strength, if not skill and cleverness. But Spock had experience here Jim lacked. It would not have kept him from attacking. It would not, in fact, keep him from the assumption of victory. But that said more about Jim's character than the hard reality of it.
He was almost to the panel, gauging the distance Jim had been raised, the angle back to where he was, his mind leaping forward to how they were going to get him down, get him out, but halting before it moved to what happened after that.
And then the wall seemed to reach for him.
That was impossible, of course--naturally, he must have leaned, must have misjudged somewhere but in any event he seemed held fast, and he could not determine the agent. Jim struggled but did not cry out, knowing their best bet was for Spock to defeat Nero.
He cried out, though, as the knife caught him in the shoulder, the event following so hard upon his entrapment that he could no longer contain his surprise. Pain lanced through him, not Jim's now but his own.
[[OOC - Don't know if this makes any sense, or is in line with what was being discussed, so tell me if I need to change anything.]]
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Would pay, had its orders, would protect crew!
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There was a scream of metal in the distance as a crane, previously used to repair environmental controls when needed but had been long embedded into metal, ripped free of the wall. It swung in a wide arc, aiming straight for the organic that had dared to harm its master.
It ripped itself apart to reach up and grasp for its master, the floor seeming to mutate briefly under Nero's feet.
It would protect them over pleasing them. A dead master could not be pleased. Logic.
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It roared toward him and he roared back.
Christopher!
And then he was just a limp body, faint breath, weak heartbeat.
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Pike jerked violently where he stood, his eyes going wide as he stared out the window of the office towards the enemy ship. He felt it as cleanly as if it was himself being struck.
No. He had felt his mate being hurt by the fight, but knew Spock had suffered worse. He had felt the elation, almost felt the blade between his own fingers, stained in Romulan blood.
Then, a roar of his name followed by silence. SPOCK! He called back, trying to rouse his bond mate.
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"No!" he shouted towards the crumpled body, aware this was not "his" Spock but for the moment, this didn't matter. His struggle intensified, but the walls held fast, and it flashed through Jim's mind that this world's Jim would be mourned but for himself and the Spocks there was only a handful of non-entities here to care.
No. He wouldn't think that way.
"Let me go!" he shouted, at nothing, at the ship. He had no idea if it could hear him, if it understood English. But he had to try--it was stronger than he was. "I mean you no harm. I mean Nero no harm. Let me take my friends, and I will go."
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Christopher is calling for him but he can only whisper in return.
Christopher.
It is a plaintive, painful noise, a predator wounded in a way it does not understand.
He crawls, starts to crawl, at least imagines he is crawling, toward James T. Kirk trapped in the wall of this forsaken ship, this hungry creature rising up against them.
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The conversation did not show on his face. Instead, he stared out the window unblinkingly, hands locked together in parade rest at his lower back.
Stay conscious.
He wanted to command that Spock be beamed back immediately, but the enemy's shields were up. There was nothing that could be done.
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He pulled against the wall again, pleading with the ship and not caring how it sounded.
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Find, retrieve, return.
Spock will never simply lay down and stop.
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There was only one choice to be made left, even if it would displease her crew.
She beamed away all enemy organics back to the Enterprise, minus the organic communicating with her.
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