FIC: A Change of Stars [Part 3]
Title: A Change of Stars
Author: Prentice aka
slyprentice
Rating: PG-13, for language. Gen
Pairing: K/S pre-slash/friendship
Status: WIP
Spoilers: Star Trek XI, Star Wars
Warning: Crossover madness. Wookies. Corellian Brandy. Jim as an idealistic young cadet padawan.
Summary: Based on a prompt by yami_no_kabi. Written for the st_xi_kink meme, found here.
Word Count: 873 for this part [2,453 in total]
Disclaimer: Neither of these will ever be mine and if they were then James T. Kirk would surely say, at least once, ‘have you ever made it with a wookie?’ because that’s the kind of person I am.
A/N: Many thanks to yami_no_kabi for providing such an awesome prompt for the kink meme. This is my first time writing Trek fic and I’m already having a blast.
Feedback is always welcome, as well as those pointing out any flubs I might have missed before posting.
Previous Parts:
[Part 1]
[Part 2]
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[Part 3]
Gamma Solarii VI was an M-Class planet, abundant with water and rich with vegetation, with an atmosphere high in nitrogen, oxygen, and other small trace elements. Its surface shimmered in space, blue-green and breathtaking on the view screen, its holographic projection rotating a full three-hundred-and-sixty for better viewing. Leaning forward in his chair, Jim Kirk rubbed a hand over chin, cobalt eyes drinking in the small-scale recreation of land formations and bodies of water.
In many ways, the planet was almost identical to Earth, Jim and Bones’ homeworld, with its flora and fauna and clusters of humanoid life. It was a beautiful place, with bodies of water that stretched on for thousands of miles and land masses that varied as greatly as those on Earth, if the Federation surveys were correct. Too bad they wouldn’t be seeing it much. Staring at the revolving holo-planet, Jim frowned. Or maybe they would.
“Hey Bones,” he said, voice lilting as he ignored the disgruntled sigh that gusted behind him. They had only been travelling a few hours, the bulk passenger cruiser they had boarded in Coruscant cutting through space at a fixed acceleration, pacing their journey and accounting for every parsec. It was slow going and looking to be boring as hell…unless Jim made it more interesting.
Allowing the holographic planet one more revolution, he toggled the screen off, watching the projection flicker and vanish, before turning towards his master. “You want to play a game of sabacc? I’ll bet you a bottle of saurian brandy for - ”
“Jim, I swear to god, if you interrupt my meditation one more time, I’ll stick a hypo in your neck and knock you out the rest of the trip,” Bones cut in, eyes closed and lips pulling down at the corners. His hands were resting on his knees, legs folded beneath him, outer robes and lightsaber discarded into a messy heap on one of the beds. He had been that way for at least an hour, face set in grim determination as he tried to center himself.
Jim had never seen someone so pissed off while being one with the Force. Not even Master Komack, who was basically a dick at the best of times. Blowing out a breath, eyes roaming over their temporary lodgings, he resisted the urge to fidget. That was the problem with traveling through space - lots of spare time.
“Don’t be like that,” he said eventually, pushing himself up and out the chair, hands smoothing his robes back into position. “You’ve been trying for an hour. Can’t we do something?”
An eyelid cracked open balefully, pinning him in place. “Like your astrophysics paper?”
“Bones!” Jim cried, indignantly. “I finished that last week.”
The other eye opened. “Did you turn it in?”
The grin that sprang to Jim’s lips was reflexive, charming and a little bit daring. It was the one that he gave any time someone asked him something he didn’t want to answer. It hadn’t worked on Bones yet but he couldn’t help hoping that one of these days it would take. Apparently, that day wasn’t going to be today.
“I didn’t think so,” his master muttered, eyes rolling as he pushed himself to his feet. “What is it that you want to do? And don’t say sabacc because I know you cheat, even if you don’t want to admit it.”
His grin widened. “Now would I do that to you?”
“You did last time.”
Rocking on his feet, hip bumping gently against the holovid console, Jim shrugged. “That wasn’t cheating, Bones, that was just creative thinking. And anyway,” he continued hurriedly, when the other man opened his mouth to respond. “You always did suck at card games. I mean, how else do you explain that Larbeyan slave girl who followed us around for weeks when we were on Beta 12 - “
“All right. All right.”
“- and made those weird little chipmunk noises that were really distracting. No wonder that guy wanted to get rid of her. She never shut up - “
“Neither do you, apparently,” the man growled, face flushing a pale rose as he hooked his saber back to his belt.
“ - and totally thought you were the shit for freeing her,” Jim concluded. “Maybe you should take up chess instead.”
“Like you?” Bones challenged, face still high with color. He shook out his robes, fingers rummaging in the hidden innards before pulling out - a hypospray?
“No, no,” Jim said, hurriedly. “Nothing like me at all. You’re your own man and if you want to continue to get snowballed -“ the hypospray twirled in his friend’s fingers, looking slim and ominous. “I mean, play cards totally fairly then that’s up to you.”
“Damn strai-“
The ear jarring screech of metal slamming against the side of their vessel made both men freeze, emergency proximity alarms blaring. The hiss-flare of the passenger cruises shields going up and being hammered with - something; astreoids, maybe? - reverberated between alarm blasts. The frenzied shouts of frightened passengers bled through the door.
They shared a look, the training bond between them flaring to life in blazing determination, before they both turned to the door and went to meet the chaos and find out what the hell was going on.
TBC in Part 4
Author: Prentice aka
slyprentice
Rating: PG-13, for language. Gen
Pairing: K/S pre-slash/friendship
Status: WIP
Spoilers: Star Trek XI, Star Wars
Warning: Crossover madness. Wookies. Corellian Brandy. Jim as an idealistic young cadet padawan.
Summary: Based on a prompt by yami_no_kabi. Written for the st_xi_kink meme, found here.
Word Count: 873 for this part [2,453 in total]
Disclaimer: Neither of these will ever be mine and if they were then James T. Kirk would surely say, at least once, ‘have you ever made it with a wookie?’ because that’s the kind of person I am.
A/N: Many thanks to yami_no_kabi for providing such an awesome prompt for the kink meme. This is my first time writing Trek fic and I’m already having a blast.
Feedback is always welcome, as well as those pointing out any flubs I might have missed before posting.
Previous Parts:
[Part 1]
[Part 2]
+++
[Part 3]
Gamma Solarii VI was an M-Class planet, abundant with water and rich with vegetation, with an atmosphere high in nitrogen, oxygen, and other small trace elements. Its surface shimmered in space, blue-green and breathtaking on the view screen, its holographic projection rotating a full three-hundred-and-sixty for better viewing. Leaning forward in his chair, Jim Kirk rubbed a hand over chin, cobalt eyes drinking in the small-scale recreation of land formations and bodies of water.
In many ways, the planet was almost identical to Earth, Jim and Bones’ homeworld, with its flora and fauna and clusters of humanoid life. It was a beautiful place, with bodies of water that stretched on for thousands of miles and land masses that varied as greatly as those on Earth, if the Federation surveys were correct. Too bad they wouldn’t be seeing it much. Staring at the revolving holo-planet, Jim frowned. Or maybe they would.
“Hey Bones,” he said, voice lilting as he ignored the disgruntled sigh that gusted behind him. They had only been travelling a few hours, the bulk passenger cruiser they had boarded in Coruscant cutting through space at a fixed acceleration, pacing their journey and accounting for every parsec. It was slow going and looking to be boring as hell…unless Jim made it more interesting.
Allowing the holographic planet one more revolution, he toggled the screen off, watching the projection flicker and vanish, before turning towards his master. “You want to play a game of sabacc? I’ll bet you a bottle of saurian brandy for - ”
“Jim, I swear to god, if you interrupt my meditation one more time, I’ll stick a hypo in your neck and knock you out the rest of the trip,” Bones cut in, eyes closed and lips pulling down at the corners. His hands were resting on his knees, legs folded beneath him, outer robes and lightsaber discarded into a messy heap on one of the beds. He had been that way for at least an hour, face set in grim determination as he tried to center himself.
Jim had never seen someone so pissed off while being one with the Force. Not even Master Komack, who was basically a dick at the best of times. Blowing out a breath, eyes roaming over their temporary lodgings, he resisted the urge to fidget. That was the problem with traveling through space - lots of spare time.
“Don’t be like that,” he said eventually, pushing himself up and out the chair, hands smoothing his robes back into position. “You’ve been trying for an hour. Can’t we do something?”
An eyelid cracked open balefully, pinning him in place. “Like your astrophysics paper?”
“Bones!” Jim cried, indignantly. “I finished that last week.”
The other eye opened. “Did you turn it in?”
The grin that sprang to Jim’s lips was reflexive, charming and a little bit daring. It was the one that he gave any time someone asked him something he didn’t want to answer. It hadn’t worked on Bones yet but he couldn’t help hoping that one of these days it would take. Apparently, that day wasn’t going to be today.
“I didn’t think so,” his master muttered, eyes rolling as he pushed himself to his feet. “What is it that you want to do? And don’t say sabacc because I know you cheat, even if you don’t want to admit it.”
His grin widened. “Now would I do that to you?”
“You did last time.”
Rocking on his feet, hip bumping gently against the holovid console, Jim shrugged. “That wasn’t cheating, Bones, that was just creative thinking. And anyway,” he continued hurriedly, when the other man opened his mouth to respond. “You always did suck at card games. I mean, how else do you explain that Larbeyan slave girl who followed us around for weeks when we were on Beta 12 - “
“All right. All right.”
“- and made those weird little chipmunk noises that were really distracting. No wonder that guy wanted to get rid of her. She never shut up - “
“Neither do you, apparently,” the man growled, face flushing a pale rose as he hooked his saber back to his belt.
“ - and totally thought you were the shit for freeing her,” Jim concluded. “Maybe you should take up chess instead.”
“Like you?” Bones challenged, face still high with color. He shook out his robes, fingers rummaging in the hidden innards before pulling out - a hypospray?
“No, no,” Jim said, hurriedly. “Nothing like me at all. You’re your own man and if you want to continue to get snowballed -“ the hypospray twirled in his friend’s fingers, looking slim and ominous. “I mean, play cards totally fairly then that’s up to you.”
“Damn strai-“
The ear jarring screech of metal slamming against the side of their vessel made both men freeze, emergency proximity alarms blaring. The hiss-flare of the passenger cruises shields going up and being hammered with - something; astreoids, maybe? - reverberated between alarm blasts. The frenzied shouts of frightened passengers bled through the door.
They shared a look, the training bond between them flaring to life in blazing determination, before they both turned to the door and went to meet the chaos and find out what the hell was going on.
TBC in Part 4