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ROUND 01 of the Star Trek: Into Darkness Kink Meme
ROUND NOW CLOSES AT 3,000 COMMENTS
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They had been walking in silence, too beat and maybe too angry to talk, for a couple hours now.
The planet’s inhabitants-they’d hardly been welcoming enough to try to give them the name of their race-had smashed Nyota’s communicator as well as their phasers and Kirk had barely stolen the chance to stow his comm under some shrub before they searched him down and hauled both of them off. They’d spent what had felt like half of the day being escorted to the distant village where they knew they’d probably be-with luck-imprisoned; after the miracle that made them able to get the jump on one of them with a very big rock and then use his crude handgun to take out the other one, they’d looked at each other’s clotting wounds and dirt-dusted faces, rubbed hair and sweat out of their eyes, and began to walk back to try to retrieve Jim’s comm.
It was one of those nightmare “But what if?” scenarios that used to make her academy tactics instructor mildly roll up her eyes at how far-fetched the possibility really was. Nyota had never gotten nervous about the perceived defenselessness of reconnaissance missions; the fact that the away shuttles are so small is exactly the reason other vessels tend to leave them alone and assume there’s nothing on board worth trying to badger out, and in the event of any other trouble, the flagship is usually at an easy contact distance. She had specifically requested this mission because it was for the purpose of following up on some weird encoded frequencies that had been showing up on the subspace monitors, and, she reminded the captain, ciphers were part of her everyday work. He’d been hesitant but then said something neutrally standard about appreciating her initiative, and added, “Bring something to read; it’ll be a long ride.”
Then there had come the class M planet he’d thought was worth getting some readings on from down on the surface, and they’d split up just so that Jim could take a leak, and she’d wandered an easy yelling distance away to try to get a look at an interesting nest of animals. She remembered taking a blow to the head and waking up in something like a cave, before it was feeling the hours eat into her as they gave her no food and no water. When her comm had started blaring messages from the bridge, she realized it had been long enough for Jim to somehow get back to the Enterprise and start sending the search parties.
The inhabitants, apparently having some understanding of their technology, then forced her to communicate with the ship in order to set an away party up for an easy ambush. She’d known that if she used the code word that would tip them off to the communication being enemy-coerced, Jim would order them to come down anyway. Conveniently, since it was Spock she was directly talking to, it seemed credible enough that she would use Vulcan numerals, which gave her more leeway to simply lie.
She had no idea how it was that Jim had materialized right in front of one of the inhabitants instead of where her faulty coordinates were and where, presumably, the rest of the away team had been sent. She had not even asked him about this; they’d been too busy being scared to utter much of any words in front of the aliens, and now she felt this silence looming too heavy between them and wasn’t sure she even wanted to ask. What she'd put together was that Jim had figured he hadn’t had the time to argue with Spock and had therefore programmed himself a different set of beam-down coordinates without telling anyone else, and that was why the Enterprise had no idea where they were, and they needed to get Jim’s communicator back if they weren’t going to simply wait and hope that a search team would find them before more of the lovely locals did.
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