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hurt-spock · 4 years

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Fic: Everything’s Not Lost- Chapter Two

McCoy sat and looked at the way the shuttle peaked out from the water now.

It seemed to be sinking further into the mud or sand below it as it filled with water. McCoy shuddered as he imagined that watery grave. Of Jim and a landing party finding their lifeless bodies inside.

The ground was soggy from the gentle rain that fell around them but they did get some shelter from the trees. Spock had closed his eyes not long after they had taken shelter. McCoy didn't think he was sleeping. He wasn't one to sleep if they weren't in a safe position, but he did need to get his energy back and the best way to do that was to do nothing other than that. So he stayed silent and let Spock rest. He ate and took note of their supplies, going through both emergency kits. He took his own medical kit and put some supplies into Spock's kit so that if for some reason they got separated, Spock would have items that might help him.

When Spock was recovered enough, Bones wanted to take a look at Spock's hands. They rested comfortably across Spock's midsection, which he could also do with having a look at. But, there wasn't a lot of blood and he didn't think Spock was too injured from anything.

Eventually, Spock came back to awareness. He took stock of their surroundings and himself and the Doctor.

“Doctor?” Spock said.

“It's been quiet around here,” McCoy replied, knowing that it was both a greeting and a query. “I haven't seen anyone or anything. No signs of life at all. Although maybe the weather is keeping everyone away.”

“I doubt a little rain would stop anyone who was truly curious from investigating what it was that crashed here. I believe we may be fortunate enough to be in an uninhabited part of the planet.”

“Lucky us, I guess,” McCoy said. “Let me take a look at your hands.”

Spock hesitated just a moment before slipping off the gloves carefully. It was a good job they had them in the shuttle as they had protected Spock from a lot worse damage. But he still had suffered some injuries.

McCoy looked at Spock's hands without touching, knowing that Spock didn't like skin to skin contact at the best of times not even taking into account how sensitive Vulcan hands actually were. He went from his bag and found a hypo for the pain and some salve. “You can put that on yourself,” McCoy told him, once he opened the pot for Spock.

Spock did as instructed and covered the wounds in the balm which had a numbing effect. McCoy then wrapped Spock's hands in a light bandage. “You can put the gloves back on if they give you some better protection.” Spock replaced the gloves and McCoy took a quick look at Spock's midsection. Some slight scraping and a longer cut down one side of Spock's torso but nothing bad.

“How is your leg?” Spock asked.

“It's okay. A little tender but I'll survive.

“You have a rather large bump on your head,”

“That explains the headache, then,” McCoy said. He gently probed the bump to see where it was exactly. “No blood?”

“No.”

“Well, I think I'm okay then. It doesn't hurt too bad either.”

“That is a relief,” Spock said.

“So how long do you think until the Enterprise gets to us?” McCoy asked after a beat.

Spock pondered the question, muttering some calculations aloud, such as their expected time of arrival back at the ship and the time it may take for them to be found. “I would expect a landing party to arrive within the next 24 hours.”

“24 hours?!” McCoy replied. It wasn't the news he was expecting.

“The shuttle is dead. It will give off a beacon but it is not powerful. They have to be looking close to the planet to find it. And they do not have a location for us. There are several planets and moons between the two destinations which they may have to check before they come to this one. However, Jim will not give up on us. I have no doubt about that. He is resourceful and there is no one I would rather have on the ship leading the way, searching for us.”

“Well that's true,” McCoy said and carefully stood up. He stepped away from the shelter of the trees and began to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Spock asked.

“Nature calls,” McCoy replied.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“Nah, I think I'll be okay,” he said but he couldn't ignore Spock's concerned look. “I'll be quick and I won't go far.”

Spock nodded and McCoy was out of sight. When McCoy returned Spock encouraged him to get some rest and despite some initial reluctance, McCoy was tired and decided to listen to the advice. They were safe where they were, they just needed to hang on a little longer.

Night fell and McCoy still slept.

He'd have been concerned about it and the head injury if McCoy had worked himself so hard on the planet they had visited. McCoy had taken a lot of care of them and while Spock had assisted him as well as he could, it was McCoy's field of expertise and he excelled in it.

Spock's awareness snapped back to him as a twig snapped somewhere behind them. There were plenty of things that it could be but Spock felt uneasy. Carefully, he turned to where the noise had come from and looked for any movement. He saw nothing but he did not feel at ease. Moving beside McCoy he gently woke the man and whispered to him. “I fear we may not be alone,” Spock said.

“Hang on,” McCoy said and shoved a flash-light into Spock's hand. “Maybe this will frighten them off,” he explained.

Spock nodded in the darkness. He flicked the light on, back to the area he heard the noise. He carefully panned it around the area and saw nothing moving. It still didn't make the uneasy feeling relinquish.

“What do you want to do?” McCoy asked. He trusted Spock's instincts as a leader.

“It would not be wise to move in the darkness. We should remain but stay vigilant,” Spock decided.

“Okay, I have another flash-light here. If we get them both on, we can keep a better lookout,” McCoy said as he pulled out the other one and flicked it on. Sitting back to back, they remained on guard for the rest of the night.

When morning came, Spock ventured into the woods to look for any traces that something other than small creatures had been close to them last night. He was relieved to find no traces but he still felt uneasy about their location.

They were so close to the crash site that if anyone came to see it, they were sitting ducks. But then when Jim arrived, he would be looking for the shuttle, and they needed to be close by. Spock took the time to really look around them. Was he missing a more obvious location they could wait it out that might offer better protection? There was the water and beyond that a rocky hill. They couldn't see beyond that and Spock didn't think it was worth wading across the water and climbing the not small hill when the other side might be no better than where they were. There was no shelter there anyway.

The trees offered some protection but as Spock moved further along, he noticed that there was another hilly area which seemed to have some recesses in it.

“Doctor, stay here. I am going to investigate up ahead,” Spock said.

“You think that's a good idea?” McCoy asked

“I plan to merely look from a safe distance. I shall take no risks,” Spock ensured.

“Well make sure you don't because we only have one another to rely on.”

Spock nodded and headed up towards the hill. The hill was partially rocky at the base and as Spock grew closer he could see there were some shallow nooks in the rocks and a few larger holes they went back, perhaps into caves. They seemed to be natural rather than man-made. A shallow nook would give them away to be more protected from the rear. Spock would suggest exploring the caves for better shelter if they were better equipped. But the nook would do them finely and Spock headed back to McCoy.

The rain fell heavily as they sat in there new location. It was drier than the trees but the rain was coming down too heavily, the ground was soaked.

The constant damp was not making McCoy feel great and he could only imagine how miserable Spock would be. He wasn't used to this kind of weather condition. He unwound the bandage around his leg and probed it gently. It felt pretty good considering. He cleaned and redressed the wound before turning to Spock and rechecking his injuries. The hand injuries were also healing well, something McCoy was relieved of. He knew the delicateness of Vulcan's hands. Spock left the gloves off after they were bandaged again.

“It should not be long before the rescue party is here,” Spock suggested. “I am sure they will be close.”

“I hope so,” McCoy lamented. “I can't wait to be dry.”

Spock knew McCoy was relying on him throughout this and already, Spock had misled McCoy. The Enterprise should have been here already. It shouldn't take that long for the ship to arrive, to trace them. But they weren't here.

The constant raining and the fact they had both been soaked through since escaping the craft, McCoy a little before that, not to mention the cold climate of the planet would not do either of them any good. While this location was better than the trees, it was still damp and cold. They were only just out of the rain, but anytime the wind blew, it would hit them.

The caves close by were tempting. Spock knew it was much more likely that creatures, perhaps even humanoids could live in those caves. However, it was going to be a risk he would be willing to take soon. Spock's own biology did not care for this climate at all, however, he did have the ability to control his body better than a human. McCoy was starting to shiver with the relentless chill from being damp. McCoy was his responsibility and he needed to take action. However, the risks were great. He had to sell the idea to McCoy in a way that didn't highlight Spock's need to do this solely for McCoy's benefit and that the risk they were taking was worth it.

“I have been thinking,” Spock started. “I think we should look at the option of exploring one of these caves for shelter.”

“Okay, but the Enterprise will be here soon, you just said-”

“It is overdue.”

Silence fell between them, save for the gentle wind and patter of rain surrounding them. “What does that mean?” McCoy asked, concern for the ship and his friends on board.

“There are so many variables to consider. They could have been held up at so many points along the way that us not being there may not even be a factor to them yet. So we need to find somewhere safer to wait.”

“I don't know, Spock. A cave is a big space.”

“We do not need to climb through the depths of the cave. Just far enough that we are sheltered from the elements. So that we could start a fire. The warmth would be most welcome. Dryness. And a source of light which may keep away anything that lurks in the caves.”

“Would we even be able to maintain a fire? We can't get firewood out there?”

Spock was relieved that McCoy seemed keen to go with the plan. “The kit should last 8 hours. We will have to think of how to keep it burning at that time.”

“Okay, let do it. But, we're doing this together, right?”

“Of course,” Spock appeased. “We will need to watch one another's backs, Doctor.”

McCoy nodded, his eyes betraying some fear at the prospect. “Okay, well then let's do this before I change my mind.”

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sailor-cresselia · 5 years

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Zero One 02: Shot through the heart, and Vulcan’s to blame

He gives wolves a bad name.

…I’m not sorry.

I’m bouncing between the three non-TV-Nihon sub groups right now – OverTime, Rider Time, and Genm Corp. Since all three had their subs available quickly, this’ll make it easier to compare differences. Also, Genm Corp was the only one of the three who bothered subbing the OP when it appeared as an insert in episode 01, so I’ve only seen the one style for it yet.

Zero One 02: START

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We open with Izu and Aruto stepping out in front of Hiden Intelligence, where she formally introduces herself as his personal assistant.

He’s still in very justifiable disbelief that he’s been named President. He’s a comedian, for crying out loud! Izu points out that not only was he personally selected by the founder, the point of the HumaGear is to make people smile. That lines up with his own goal of making people smile, so he is well suited for the job.

Aruto: I mean?! TECHNICALLY?!

As they walk further into the building from the lobby, Jun and one of the other members of the board peek out from behind a vase of flowers and a table. He swears that he’ll pull the chair out from under their new chairman.

Shesta stands there, unimpressed.

The security system is pretty cool! At first glance, it appears to be the standard ‘bioscanner and glass pane’ set up that you see in all sorts of media – and then you realize that once a person has been let in? The ‘glass’ door is just a hologram. It’s a holographic door that says STOP on it, and it disappears when it’s ‘open’. Which raises the question of ‘do we have solid-light holograms’ here. I wouldn’t put it past this season.

Unfortunately for Aruto, he. Uh. Hasn’t been added to the security system just yet. Instead of the circle saying that it’s okay to pass, he just gets a big old X and a buzzer noise.

After several attempts of smacking the scanner, a security HumaGear briskly steps up. He scans Aruto, and greets him as ‘President Hiden Aruto,’ bowing formally. Aruto returns the bow and greeting…

And still can’t get through the gate.

–

Daybreak Town.

Horobi watches a delivery HumaGear on a screen.

…oh. Oh dear.

After my last liveblog, I had a thought that I worked out with some others, that the selection of which HumaGear get hijacked probably isn’t random. That Taro’s smile was geniune when he thought back to the audience, and that he’d reached sentience – he’d hit the evolutionary singularity.

I thought that Horobi and Jin might be specifically using HumaGear who had hit singularity to turn into monsters. They’re not trying to bring on the singularity, they’re weaponizing it.

And Horobi just said that the one he’s watching is approaching it. That satisfied little nod to himself as he hoists up a package… yeah. That sure seems more like Taro than the other HumaGear we’ve seen.

Handing a Progrize Key to Jin, Horobi tells him to go collect the data.

…After Berotha was defeated, they plugged the broken key back into the holder that he’d pulled it from during his expository monologue.

So, maybe… trying to weaponize the mechanical rise, and bring it about en masse? Or something?

–

Back at Hiden, Aruto is ‘exploring’ his new office.

Looks like I was right on the money with my ‘dumb puppy’ comparison, he’s all over the place.

The 3D printing studio is just part of a big mechanical work bench section of the office, down a level from the office section of the office.

It’s also clearly up really high, because one of those tv-drones can be seen at the same level outside.

The workstation can be neatly hidden away, as well, when a wall builds itself back into existence, blocking the whole thing from view and leaving the room more like a normal office.

That’s the point when Izu decides it’s time to go over his schedule. He’s got a morning meeting with some government representatives… right now.

(Aruto has a brief, quiet panic about not being dressed for this – he’s wearing his day-glo sneakers, a formal pair of pants, and a formal suit jacket… and the jacket is on over his hoodie. It barely fits over his hoodie.)

We’re finally formally introduced to our two main members of AIMS; Techinical Advisor Yaiba Yua and Agent Fuwa Isamu.

Apparently, they’re going to be questioning all of Hiden’s personnel. Yua is much more reserved about this, and Isamu-

Okay, wow, if I didn’t hate him just from last episode, I’d hate him already. He slams a hand down on the desk, leaning way into Aruto’s space, ‘warning’ him to be thorough, because his answers could land him in jail.

Come on! He just got here! Aruto has had this job for less than a day, he doesn’t know jack!

–

…Oh, come ON!

STILL NO OPENING?!

–

Delivery HumaGear is doing his job, when a playful voice calls out from on top of the truck. How’d Jin get up there? Who knows! But he’s already calling the deliveryman his friend, as he forcefully places the false driver onto him, saying that he can start by destroying this company.

The deliveryman, wracked with pain and red sparks, mind you, says that HumaGear are supposed to make people smile!

We see from his perspective as Jin crouches in front of him, a progress bar filling as Jin tells him he’s wrong. It’s to make people extinct.

Connection established.

–

Back at Hiden, we see that Aruto has exactly zero idea what’s going on, and that Isamu gives zero shits about acting professional during an interrogation.

Basically, AIMS suspects Hiden Intelligence of covering incidents up. Currently, the specific incident in question is the one at the amusement park yesterday. They’ve clearly gotten the remains of most of the rogue HumaGear, but there wasn’t a trace of the one in charge.

Because he was very thoroughly destroyed, not that anyone but Aruto and Izu know that.

Izu, connecting to the server, states that there are no records of anything matching that description… as phrased by Genmcorp. Going by Ridertime, she says that they can not validate those records. Overtime has her saying that there’s no data to corroborate Yua’s claims.

In any case… something is going on. Hiden is very definitely covering this up, and using Aruto to do it. He’s just following Izu’s ‘lead,’ because he has zero idea what’s going on.

Isamu implies that this isn’t new, that Hiden has covered things up before.

Yua tells Aruto that AIMS has the authority to prosecute HumaGear-based violations.

Not that Aruto actually knows what that sort of thing would be, so he asks Izu, who recites off the good ol’ First Law of Robotics: A HumaGear may not allow a human to come to harm, for any reason.

Isamu – area speciesist – basically threatens Aruto, telling him not to think he can keep this quiet, these HumaGears are killing machines.

Yua, who is a few bullet-shaped microaggressions away from punching her ‘partner’, tells him to cut it out, they’re not here to commit slander.

Being the dumb puppy that he is, Aruto thinks he can break the tension with one of his old stand up routines.

This doesn’t work.

In fact, it looks like it does the opposite of work, and I’m pretty sure that Isamu’s about ready to kill a man with his bare hands.

It’s a little ironic that the giant ‘emergency’ warnings flashing around the room are what probably just saved Aruto’s life. Mind you, they also confuse the heck out of all three humans in the room. Izu, who often looks about two steps away from saying ‘screw the first law’, lets Aruto know that he has a trespasser.

–

Said trespasser is a very-much hijacked deliveryman, tossing people around – human and humagear alike. His transformation into the Kuehne Magear is no less terrifying than the one into Berotha last episode, although it is thankfully over much faster.

Kuehne is based on the Kuehneosuchus, a late Triassic gliding reptile. This is most easily seen in how he has a pair of wing-shaped boomerangs.

A security humagear manages to block said murder-rangs from killing Jun and the other board member, but that wound up redirecting them to the balcony where Aruto and the others were, dividing the party as everyone dodges.

And these blades are dangerous, too. They can cleave right through the display stands, which appear to be made of poured concrete.

As Isamu and Yua fire, I can’t help but notice her saying he’s disobeying orders again – he is not supposed to have the transformation gun right now.

Oh, goody! As an arboreal gliding lizard, Kuehne is able to crawl along walls! Right up until he takes a hit from Isamu’s Shot Riser, which makes enough of an impact that it knocks him back to the ground.

Isamu, pulling out a Progrise Key, says that he’ll transform and scrap it.

Or, he would, if the key would open. He’s a bit distracted by his non-functional transformation trinket as Kuehne launches his boomerangs again, so Yua literally kicks him to the ground to dodge the return path.

I love her.

I love her even more now that I know that she’s the weapons administrator, and that key isn’t going to open without her authorization.

Yua, I love you, please don’t die.

The security humagear are evacuating the remaining civilians, as Izu all but hurls Aruto out of view. “President Aruto, it would be wise of you to do something before anyone dies.” Emphasis mine, but I strongly suspect she would be placing the same if she were allowed to have emotions yet.

“However… please conceal your identity from AIMS.”

Aruto seems really reluctant at first… and then he hears the screaming again, and turns around, his expression level. “Henshin.”

There’s a brief scuffle between Zero One and Kuehne, which moves the fight outside, and Aruto does okay… until his sweep kick is dodged very handily via Kuehne landing on the wall. That sort of jumping ability does tend to put a damper on knocking someone off their feet.

As Aruto’s hit by a few shots from Kuehne, he gets knocked down, and as he gets to his feet, here come Isamu and Yua, guns drawn and aimed at him. Oh, uh, not just aimed at. Isamu’s shooting at him. Aruto’s protests of ‘you’ve got the wrong guy’ are useless, as Kuehne’s disappeared. Zero One proceeds to take off, as well, dodging gunfire and leaping off of walls to get distance.

Aruto has just barely dropped his transformation when the AIMS agents make it to where he wound up. Isamu grabs him by the lapel, shoving him into a wall and ‘asking’ where he’s hiding ‘the yellow one.’

“I’m not hiding him! He went that way!” Aruto points at the fucking sky, and this somehow works, so as the agents move away from him – only a few yards, mind you – Aruto nopes the heck out of there.

Isamu, the Key dangling from his fingers, demands that Yua unlock it.

“Why would I do that for someone as stupidly reckless as you?!” (The only part of that sentence that’s subtext is ‘stupidly,’ everything else is just straight up text.)

Isamu, getting in her face, all but yells that he’s the captain here.

She gives as good as she gets, retorting right back that she’s in charge of the entire arsenal. If she doesn’t think you should be using the super gun, you’re not getting to use the super gun. They split up, to go look for the rogue HumaGear.

–

In the Hiden lobby, Shesta and that same security guard we’ve been seeing assure the small crowd that it was just a security drill, nothing more.

As the relieved crowd disperses, Aruto jogs up, thanking the guard for protecting everyone.

“President Aruto, it is my task to protect the people of this company.”

Izu smiles a little bit, looking slightly away from her dumb puppy of a boss. Most people don’t treat HumaGear on the same level as humans – not quite. But Aruto talks to her like a regular person, and he greeted one of his coworkers at the park by name – Yui, one of the greeters.

Aruto notices the damage to the guards arm, and flashes back to his father – humagear legs revealed, synthetic skin torn away. He pauses, just for a moment, his smile dropping a little, before he turns back to the guard.

“Then, tell me your name! I won’t forget it.”

Implying that people don’t usually bother to remember HumaGear’s names.

“Mamoru. President Korenosuke named me.” The guard – Mamoru – looks a little less stiff at that, a little less pre-programmed.

“I see. We’re basically family then, right?” Aruto pulls out a handkerchief, tying it around Mamoru’s damaged arm. (Oh, for the love of – it’s got those comedy paper fans on it. Aruto, please.) He pats Mamoru on the shoulder. “Get yourself patched up.” He grins as he heads back into the office.

Mamoru looks down at the inexplicable impromptu bandage… and smiles. A real, authentic, smile, not the programmed one.

A distance away, Jin spins a key in his hand, and smiles as well.

–

Isamu interrupts a ‘talk’ between Jun and Aruto, the second of whom has zero idea what’s going on.

He brings Aruto to the roof to talk, because that’s totally a good idea… but it’s nice and private, at least.

He starts going on about how the company hasn’t changed, that it’s still building itself on a foundation of victims. Aruto protests that HumaGears are supposed to make peoples lives better, that they’re what people dreamed of!

“So you’ll just let the nightmare repeat itself?!” Isamu pauses after yelling, and then resumes talking, more calmly this time. “An entire city was destroyed in an accident.”

Ah. There’s why we came up here. It’s to give us a visual. The roof has a wonderful angle of Daybreak Town.

Aruto grows somber at the mention of Daybreak, thinking back to an explosion of blue fire engulfing a school building, and his younger self crying over his fathers broken body.

“But that catastrophe was no accident. The truth was that HumaGears went on a murderous rampage. I was there, that day…”

Holy shit. Isamu was… late middle school, maybe a first year in high school at most, waking up in a blasted, ruined classroom… and it sure looks like the other students in there are dead. Red-eyed humagear – an earlier model, going by the less detailed faces – are crawling at the windows, hurling themselves after him as he runs.

“And Hiden Intelligence covered it all up. They claimed it was an accident!”

Aruto stands, shocked, his eyes wide, before growing serious as Isamu storms up to him, glaring. “I will expose your company, and their sins.”

While Isamu walks off… I’m pretty sure that Aruto’s vowing to do the same.

–

Kuehne reappears, where the press is hounding for answers in front of Hiden, tossing people aside.

Mamoru charges him, trying to tackle him away, before being similarly tossed aside. As he gets up…

No.

No, no, no.

As Mamoru gets up, Jin places a buckle at his waist.

–

AND THEN I HAD TO SPEND 15 MINUTES WAITING FOR MY COMPUTER TO UPDATE.

–

As Mamoru gets up, Jin places a buckle at his waist, saying that he can be one of his friends, too.

Mamoru, on one knee, in pain, tries so, so hard to reject this. “To protect this company…” he clutches at the arm that Aruto had wrapped for him. “That is my task!” He’s not saying this in the scared manner that Taro or the deliveryman, named Okureru, according to KRWiki, did. He’s defiant, and angry, and glaring right up at Jin, even as he gets grabbed by the chin and forced to look directly at him, as the download completes.

–

Yua and a team of AIMS troops ‘corner’ Kuehne, firing on him.

–

As people evacuate, Aruto runs up to Izu.

Slowly, Jin comes up the stairs toward them. When Aruto asks who he is, he says “Me? Hmm… the pioneer of a new world… I guess.”

A security door opens behind him, Mamoru stepping through, his face vacant… and a little bit haunted. None of the fear or loss of control from the other two. He looks like he’s been erased far more than they had.

“Mamoru!? Why did you let him in?”

“It is what I was commanded…” He pulls out a key, and inserts it into his murder belt.

Aruto already recognizes those belts, too.

Mamoru’s transformation into Ekal is terrifying, yes, but he doesn’t scream through it, like the previous two magear did. He’s silent, and since we don’t see as much of it, that is where the terror comes from.

The tragedy comes from how it happens. His uniform burned away… but near the end of the transformation, we see that the handkerchief didn’t disintegrate. It fluttered to the ground. On fire, yes, and definitely not the same size it used to be. But it wasn’t completely destroyed.

Ekal takes his theming from Ekaltadeta, a type of carnivorous marsupial. They can tell it was a carnivore, or an omnivore with a preference for meat, by the “large buzz-saw-shaped cheek-tooth” found in the species fossils. That description of the tooth is a direct quote from Wikipedia.

Aruto grabs Ekal around the waist, calling for Mamoru, to try and wake him up. This isn’t him, so please, snap out of it!

He gets thrown against a pillar for his trouble.

Izu chooses now to speak up. “Once HumaGear code has been modified, it cannot be reverted.” There’s no other option. Aruto has to eliminate him.

“no…”

Ekal, in a robotic monotone, advances. “Humans must be…”

–

“-Eliminated!” Kuehne, growling, finishes the sentence in the loading area where he’s cornered Yua. She backs away to reload her gun, but Kuehne is on top of the shipping container already. She aims her weapon-

And a shot passes right past her ear.

Isamu, stop doing that. I swear, if we lose her to friendly fire of all things…

He stalks up, the belt for his Shot Riser in his off hand, swearing that he will crush all HumaGears.

Yua yells at him to stop, even as he latches the Shot Riser in place, he doesn’t have clearance yet!

“I said I’m going to do it! And I make my own rules!”

Someone needs to knock this asshole down a few pegs.

He pulls out the Progrise key, and as he strains to get it to open, there are momentary flashes of the red-eyed HumaGear attacking, and him running. “The HumaGears are going to pay…”

–

Aruto is flung against a column, again. “HumaGears are the reason I’m here today…”

We flash to when he was a child, with the blue explosion… and see that his father shielded him from it, pushing him to the ground and covering him with his own body.

“A HumaGear protected me.” In the present, he drags himself to his feet. “HumaGears aren’t killing machines!” Izu watches in the background as he puts on the driver and furiously glares. “They’re humanity’s dream!

–

Isamu pulls at his Progrise Key. “HumaGears are a threat, they’re humanities enemy!” He keeps forcing at it. “And I’m going to obliterate every last one of them!”

The Shooting Wolf Progrise Key opens.

Bullet! Authorize!

The belt plays a sound clip of “Kamen Rider” over and over, looping, the background music effect audibly looping with it. And then Shooty McAsshole gets a STUPIDLY COOL TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE.

“Henshin!”

SHOTRISE

He fires the gun, and the bullet looks like it’s a seeker round, by the way it zooms around Kuehne, and then back toward Isamu…

It starts to ‘split apart’ as it returns, and then he pUNCHES THE BULLET IN MIDAIR. It breaks apart and the suit forms. The armored portions are the first to appear, latching onto him, as red circuit lines trace down his body, which presumably turn into his undersuit.

But the best part, especially for me, a Double fan, is seeing his helmet form. The individual pieces start as little disks, before spinning out into the shapes on the helmet. Those same red circuit lights that made the base for his suit also trail up his face, before the helmet segments close in and form the helmet proper.

For those who haven’t seen Double – and you should – that helmet formation is almost the exact same way it happens for Double, Accel, Skull, and Eternal. Literally the only difference is that the helmets in Fuuto form out of… like, fragments? They aren’t distinguishable until they’re actively part of the helmet, basically. And the lines are darker in a Gaia Memory based transformation, instead of glowing, but still.

Kamen Rider Valkyrie had better get an even better transformation than Vulcan is. I refuse to let her be shown up by this asshole.

The elevation increases as the bullet is fired

–

Jump! Authorize!

Aruto, I am begging you to get your mechanical grasshopper under control, because once again, he’s causing even more damage to the surroundings. Also, he is very definitely being teleported down from the satellite – the 3D printing doesn’t seem to go through things, and that grasshopper just crashed in through a skylight.

…Aw, man. We’re not going to get a cool robot wolf or cheetah, are we?

Just one more way that Aruto’s transformation is different from the others. He has the undersuit form first, they have the armor. Zero One has a giant robot, Vulcan has a literal bullet. He has a belt, they have a gun.

Hm.

Zero One charges to battle-

–

-and the shot transitions smoothly to Vulcan doing the same. He and Kuehne are swapping blows in the enclosed spaces between shipping containers, while Yua films it with her RisePhone.

“Fuwa Isamu has become Kamen Rider Vulcan. It’s finally begun…”

…Honey, what do you mean by that?

–

Zero One and Ekal have made it to a parking garage – and. Uh. Okay, so. He knocked Ekal down, and said magear landed near a row of motorcycles.

Remember how Berotha used those cables to reprogram the other HumaGear in the last episode?

Ekal just used that to jumpstart a motorcycle to get away.

And then it gets WEIRDER!

Izu shows up, telling Aruto that his phone can summon his company motorcycle.

And by ‘summon,’ we’re being quite literal here. I think we all assumed that the phone was going to be like the Machin Builder. It’s not. The phone has a bike app, that he has to scan on his belt, same as the Progrise Key.

This is where the ‘Changing to Super Bike, Motorcycle Mode’ voice clip comes from.

Then. We see the satellite – which Genm Corp and Over Time agree is called ‘Zea’, as opposed to ‘Z-A’ like Rider Time had chosen. A section on it rotates, and it is definitely straight up sending the grasshopper down for the transformations. How can I tell that?

Because a panel on the satellite opens up, dropping a giant Risephone to earth.

Regular phone, in a polite female voice: “Please watch your head.”

Aruto, confused: “Eh?”

Ceiling: destroyed

The giant risephone is floating over the rubble – yes, it’s definitely floating in mid-air, I can see it bobbing up and down. Aruto presses the giant bike app icon, and there’s the ‘phone becomes a bike’ aspect.

Aruto just sort of goes with this. His life has already become weird enough in the past day and a half, why not just get on the floating phone-bike-comet?!

Zero One and the Rise Hopper nyoom down the street in hot pursuit.

–

Ekal, meanwhile… seems to be following traffic laws much more closely on his stolen Honda than Aruto is on his company vehicle. Case in point, Zero One just used a car as a ramp to get some air. He got too much air, and drove on the side of a building, shattering the windows, several stories up, before finally going back down to the actual ground.

This show is wild, and I think that insert theme is kicking back in.

Oh, no, maybe it’s just normal fight music. Everything looks like it’s going at a weird speed, because they’re allegedly fighting each other by punching and kicking while driving motorcycles next to each other. And it looks really slow! I. You know what, it gets us some NICE stuff, so whatever. Such as Ekal having extendable fangs that nearly knock Zero One off of his bike, but him hanging on by literally one hand and foot, and pulling himself back upright in time to avoid getting hit directly by an oncoming truck.

Then he does some truly absurd kicks to Ekal’s face… while standing on the bike seat.

Our protagonist, ladies and gentlemen!

The second kick is the one that knocks Ekal completely off of his respective bike, so Zero One skids to a stop, and goes back to fight, pulling out his Attache Calibur, going after Ekal.

–

The shot of Zero One rushing off screen with his sword transitions directly into Kuehne’s perspective of attacking Vulcan with his own swords. Vulcan blocking a strike and pushing it away transitions directly into Vulcan’s perspective as he shoots.

The cinematography of this show so far is just. Mwa. Beautiful.

There’s some time with Vulcan dodging the boomerang blades, before Kuehne must catch them and leaps down to attack-

–

-transitioning right into Zero One parkouring up and off of a shipping container to kick Ekal.

Wait. A shipping container? There’s. Uh. Your new location has a lot of those. And Vulcan’s already surrounded by them.

And AIMS thinks Zero One is another rogue HumaGear.

Uh-oh.

…Oh.

Oh, my heart. We’re not even getting that conflict yet.

We’re getting the end of the Zero One versus Ekal fight.

Breathing heavily, Aruto pulls his Progrise Key out of his driver. “There’s only one thing that can stop you…” His voice is shaking, he does not want to have to do this. We see a shot of him tying the kercheif around Mamoru’s arm. He looks at the key, and then back at Ekal. “And that’s me!” His voice is breaking, and so is my heart, and I’m pretty sure he’s trying not to cry under that helmet.

The music is dark, dismal.

There’s nothing heroic about this sunset victory.

–

Yikes.

So. Uh. Vulcan’s initial finisher.

He, naturally, activates the progrise key and shoots. That’s as expected. Four over-sized energy bullets come out. That’s as expected, it’s a superhero finisher.

What’s significantly less expected is for said energy shots to then turn into energy wolves, which track down the fleeing Kuehne. And bit onto his limbs. Okay, yes, fine. When the first two have him by the arms.

They pin him against one of the shipping containers as the other two go for his legs, and when I say ‘pin him against’ I am being incredibly literal.

The wolves turn into spikes and literally pin him in place.

This shipping container isn’t even anywhere Vulcan can see. He fires again.

The energy sphere literally burns straight through three consecutive containers before it reaches where Kuehne is pinned and then presumably melted.

I say presumably, because we don’t see any remains. We do see that the fourth container has had a hole melted through, same as the others. Zero One sees this, as well, since he’s right on the other side, and just barely didn’t get hit by the massive ball of energy that was still going.

Vulcan looks at him, gun still raised and shaking slightly with his rage.

A cloud of smoke billows past Zero One, obscuring his escape.

Vulcan stands alone, a full moon hanging low in the sky.

–

The next day, Jun is heading a press conference – or, trying to. Nobody seems to believe that he doesn’t have any comment with regards to any potential HumaGear having gone berserk. Yua and Isamu watch the chaos unfold as they stand along a back wall. Also, Isamu must have screwed up his shooting arm in that fight, because it’s in a sling.

“It’s the truth!”

And just like in the board room, all it takes is a short, sharp phrase from Aruto to silence the room, even as the theme song intensifies in the background.

Hiden Aruto strides forward, in a well-fitted suit, Izu following a step and a half behind him as he takes the stage. She starts a video as he speaks.

It’s Mamoru, and Jin, right before Mamoru was turned into Ekal. From the direction of the camera… this is taken from a feed from Izu herself.

Aruto, at the podium, in front of reporters and government officials, tells them that the true people behind this are the terrorist group Metsuboujinrai.net, that they hack HumaGears and corrupt their programming.

Going by Yua and Isamu’s reactions, they had no idea that anything of the sort was happening. They also know full well that the third person in the video is Aruto – they recognize that hoodie from the same afternoon.

If he was trying to cover this up, why would he film himself being attacked? Why would he film it with one of his own security guards doing the attacking?

He swears that he will prove that the HumaGear are not at fault.

(He doesn’t say this, but… he’s not doing this as a CEO, but as a person. It’s not a corporate desire driving him to prove his companies innocence, it’s because it’s what’s right, and humans and HumaGear alike deserve better than this.)

One of the human reporters asks who he even is.

“Chief Executive Officer and President of Hiden Intelligence, Hiden Aruto.”

Jun looks like he wants to do a murder.

Aruto has come off cool and collected, serious throughout this entire section… and then a HumaGear reporter brings up that it seems unlikely a comedian like him could be a company president.

This was a mistake.

He steps out from behind the podium, looking like he’s going to make a grandiose statement, and… no. No, it’s one of his terrible, nigh-untranslatable jokes. Something about bright futures and shining and whatever. Izu is now his accomplice, helping him out by shining a light from her tablet.

The room is left silent for a completely different reason.

…Oh no. It’s not going to be heroic resolve that wins Isamu over to Aruto’s side. It’s going to be Aruto’s terrible, awful, no-good sense of humor.

Because Isamu wasn’t fighting the urge to punch him in the office.

He was trying not to break out laughing.

This aspect will not end well.

Isamu and Yua leave, him trying to regain his stoicism, as Aruto desperately begs Izu to stop explaining his jokes.

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Zero one zero one zero one zero one zero one I DON’T HAVE A GOOD END COMMENT

UH.

Okay, so. The special effects in this show. The cinematography. They’re SO GOOD.

I acknowledge that Yua’s going to have a very hard time getting a better transformation into Valkyrie than Isamu has into Vulcan, but by gaim, I need her to beat him out.

The cuts between shots tying into each other during the fights was just. Ugh. Yes. It’s beautiful.

The only problem I have right now, that I’m willing to get into, anyway… where are our opening credits?! Are we going to have to wait until episode four for them?! Because episode three is where we’re finally getting Valkyrie, so they might just be waiting until we have our three main riders. Might.

As for the problem that I’m not willing to get into just yet… I know that I didn’t mention, during the press conference, that there’s a shot of… a new Mamoru. I don’t want to get into the topic of “can you ‘recreate’ an AI” at the moment. I’m not good at dealing with things like the Ship of Theseus Paradox in the first place, and since it looks like we’re going to be getting more into the ‘do HumaGear have hearts’ next episode, I’d like to at minimum wait until then.

Until next week!

Zero one zero one zero one zero one- PLEASE JUST GIVE US OUR PROPER OPENING SEQUENCE ALREADY I BEG YOU.

(Takahashi-san, please. Please don’t start off doing the thing from Ex-Aid, where Excite wound up being an ending theme for a good third of the season. Please.)

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Chains

Kirk awoke to a sore head and dingy dungeon cell. He groaned as he tried to move and felt fiery pain all over his strangely bare back. Oh, that's right, he remembered, Another whipping from overly suspicious aliens who had no imagination when it came to torture. His hands were chained together, as were his ankles. There also appeared to be a sort of collar on his neck, though what purpose that would serve was beyond him. Looking around he caught sight of his first officer in a similar situation with his back covered in bloody green stripes. "Spock!" He hissed in horror, afraid to speak very loudly, "what did they do to you? You're a mess!"

"Nothing they did not do to you, Captain," replied Spock calmly, "I am merely sore from the whipping." "You've got a nicer collar than me," Kirk noted. "Yours has jewels in it, mine's just plain. What do you think these things are for, anyway?" He poked the leather around his neck curiously. "I do not know for certain," answered Spock, "but after much thought I would hypothesize that they intend to make us slaves of some sort. Perhaps my more mild temperament caused them to mark me as a more ....useful... commodity." Kirk snorted. Yep he had definitely not gone down without a fight and plenty of mouthing off. "That, and your pointy ears are pretty exotic looking. Endangered species and all." He sighed. He hoped they got rescued before any selling happened. He'd finally found someone to spend the rest of his life with and he really dreaded the thought of never seeing her again. "I bet Ny and Bones are about to stage their own rescue party for us. If they're riled up enough that means bad news for the aliens," Kirk rambled hopefully. "I would imagine so, given their protective and emotional instincts. I have attempted to inform Leonard of our situation through the bond. I do not know if he can understand me from this distance." Spock looked rather uneasy, shifting in his bonds. "They'd better fix us up, then, if they're going to sell us" grumbled Kirk. "Who wants to buy damaged goods?" It appeared the aliens thought along those same lines, because their wounds were washed and they were fed fairly decently for prisoners. Three days went by before anything happened, though. Jim spent them stewing and fretting and thinking about his fiancé and his ship. Spock had begun to shiver with cold and Jim scooted over closely to provide as much warmth as he could. On the fourth day, a sleazy looking creature appeared. "Get up. You must be prepared for your new owners." He gave a greedy smile. Jim looked nervously at Spock as they struggled to their feet. Bones and Uhura had better hurry if they ever wanted to see their mates again. They were led out of their cell and taken to what appeared to be a bathhouse. Jim and Spock were then thoroughly scrubbed, dried, buffed, shined up, and dressed in loose clothing. Then their hands were cuffed behind them and leashes attached to the collars. Spock couldn't hide the look of utter disgust on his face and Jim felt something like despair. "Move!" Commanded the sleazy alien, grabbing hold of the leashes and brandishing his whip. He yanked, and the captain and commander stumbled forward. They were led down a path for about a mile before the alien procession filed into a ornate stone building in the center of the town. It appeared to be a place of business transactions, judging by the haggling that was going on. Kirk noted other collared slaves being bargained over like sheep and It made his stomach churn. He and Spock were led to a small room of the main arena. "Kneel," ordered their guard, "Keep your heads down unless I tell you otherwise. I would not like to have to leave more scars on your splendid bodies." He brandished his whip for emphasis, causing a shudder to run through Kirk. He got down on his knees and forced himself to stare at the ground, gritting his teeth in irritation. He heard their leashes tied to something in the wall and the alien gave a satisfied sound. "Excellent!" You will bring me a pretty penny. Such fine specimens." He rubbed his scaly paws together. Jim heard another voice chatter to the Sleazy Pimp Alien (as he mentally called him) and there was a brief command from Sleazy Pimp in return. Then the door opened and footsteps entered. "Welcome, welcome!" Said Sleazy Pimp in a sickeningly cloying greeting to the guests. Dread rose in Jim's heart as he realized the buyers had arrived, but he didn't dare look up. He was planning a desperate struggle for freedom, when he was stunned by the sound of a soft, sultry, voice just in front of him and a pair of familiar feet in killer heels. "Well, well, well. So this is the merchandise," said Nyota Uhura. "Not bad. What do you think, Gordon?" A pair of shiny black dress shoes appeared beside the heels. "A couple of very pretty boys, Nina," drawled another familiar voice. Bones tapped the ground with a cane as he spoke. "They might do fine, if they're not too much trouble to train." The sound of his mate's voice caused Spock to twitch slightly, but he kept his eyes down. "This one is very obedient," said Sleazy Pimp, indicating Spock, "but HE" (pointing to Jim) "likes to fight and be impudent. If you wish to buy the pointy eared one, I will include the young rascal half-price." Jim was rather insulted. Being sold was bad enough, but to be considered a discount item thrown in cheap was a little embarrassing. Uhura laughed a little, walking around Jim, evidently making a show of examining the goods. "May I take a closer look at this impudent mouth?" she asked in that voice that did things to poor Jim. "Go ahead," said Sleazy. Jim felt fingertips slide under his chin and it was gently pushed up. "Look at me, boy," she said. Jim looked up into the brown eyes he loved so much, telegraphing his relief with his best puppy dog look. She looked dazzling, all dolled up in a feisty black number, hair twisted up and giant earrings dangling from her ears. He gulped. She gave a sharky grin, that belied the gentle touch. Beside him, "Gordon" was giving Spock an equally thorough once over and probably expressing his joy telepathically. "It may be a sassy mouth, but it's a pretty one, all right with those full, pink lips.Those eyes, too, would bring a fortune," "Nina" commented. "If he gets too bratty I can always gag him." She winked and Jim squirmed, partly mortified, but mostly turned on. "You like them exotic, don't you, Gordon?," she said to Bones, who made a fantastic pimp in his pinstripe suit, fedora, gloves, and cane. Jim was never going to let him forget it, either. "Yes, Ma'am," he answered smugly, lightly touching the tip of Spock's ear, which was turning green from the attention. "Vulcans are very cool characters, but I've heard they're extremely.....skilled...in certain areas. Not that they'd ever brag about it." He lightly ran his cane down Spock's arm which rendered the first officer completely green. In addition, Bones had deliberately exaggerated his drawl to enhance his act. "How much you asking for them?," he asked, walking around to Jim, and poking him with his cane. "Seven thousand for them both," answered Sleazy Pimp Alien. "Nina" and "Gordon" looked at each other and frowned slightly, but nodded to each other. "It's pretty steep, but they'll earn it back in no time." Bones gave a shifty leer that stunned Jim. He hadn't known the doctor had that kind of acting chops. Nyota shook the hand/paw thingy of the Sleazy Pimp Alien after the transaction was concluded. Delighted with his sale, the creature bowed and groveled as he untied their chains and handed them to their new "owners", practically dragging Jim and Spock to their feet. "May they bring you much profit," he said in farewell as the "slaves" were led away by their leashes. When they were safely out of earshot of any buildings, Jim let himself relax a bit, staring at Nyota with undisguised admiration as she led him away from the village. "That was amazing, you two," he blurted out. "You deserve a commendation and probably an Oscar for that performance." "Nina" dropped the leash and unlocked his cuffs, immediately wrapping him in her arms. His still sore back protested, but Jim didn't care as he kissed her deeply. "Oh, Jim. I was scared stiff the whole time," she whispered as they rested their foreheads together, "I was so afraid you'd already been sold, or they'd ask more credits than what we had, or you'd been assaulted....." She broke off. Leonard had pulled out his communicator and they were beamed back aboard the Enterprise. Before Jim could resume his conversation with Nyota, Bones got his attention. "If your back is anything like Spock's you're coming to Medbay. Big risk of infection. You can finish the joyous reunion after I've taken care of those cuts." Nyota narrowed her eyes. "Did they hurt you, Jim?" Jim shrugged and then winced at the flare up of pain. "Yeah, they whipped us when we first got captured so we'd know who was boss. They're not real deep. They just sting a lot." "I'll be the judge of that, Jim," said the doctor, "Now, March. You've still got that leash on, by the way." Spock had already been freed from leash and collar and was beginning to look like his usual unflappable self again. "Oh," he said lamely as he reached for his neck and unhooked the long leash from the collar. "Hey, it wasn't too bad when YOU were leading me around. Good grief, Nyota. You and that dress and heels are a deadly combination. And nice get up, yourself, Bones." Jim said, admiringly to his friend. "You were a convincing pimp. The fedora really suits you." He giggled. Bones turned red and scowled. "I did what I had to do to save your sorry hides. I'm a doctor, not an actor. Thank Sulu for rigging me up in this thing." "I'm sure Spock will, at least." Jim winked outrageously causing the Vulcan to give him an annoyed look. Uhura smiled and sighed at Jim's antics all the way to Medbay. Jim got his cuts regenerated along with extra hypos for being a smart aleck, and by the time he made it back to his quarters it was quite late. Nyota was there waiting for him, hair let down and heels kicked off, but still in the Little Black Dress and looking beautiful. They came together wordlessly and simply held each other for a long time, basking in love and relief. "You're my hero, you know that?" He murmured into her ear. "I kinda got that idea," she whispered back, head resting over his heart. "And you're the sunshine that I just can't live without, baby. I'd take on the Klingons to get you back, Jim." Jim's reply was typical Kirk, but completely genuine. He leaned in and gave her a grateful kiss, followed by more telling of how hot she was and that she could lead him around on a leash ANYTIME. Nyota grinned and looked him over. "I might just take you up on that."

#kirk x uhura #spock x bones #my fics #spones #kirkhura

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Jim/Reader: Stranded

Prompt# 13. I could kiss you right now (Kirk/reader,)

Being stranded on a desert planet was no picnic, especially with an injured captain and few rations. The away team had been scattered by a sudden attack by guerrilla fighters and ended up separated: Spock, Uhura, and and Hendorff had gone one way and you and Jim another when a blinding sandstorm had cropped up, causing you to completely lose track of the others. Jim, even in his wounded state was still all captain and kept up a steady stream of directions as you helped him limp away.

“Keep following this trail, I think this leads away from the populated region,"he said. "Kirk to Enterprise, do you read me?”

Only static answered him and he flipped his communicator shut with a sigh.

“This storm’s playing havoc with communications. I’ll have to wait until it dies down to try again. You okay? You shouldn’t have to haul me like this.”

“I’m okay, Captain,” you assured him. “We’re trained for this stuff pretty vigorously.”

You looked anxiously at the improvised bandage around his leg, where red could be seen seeping through.

“We need to get you somewhere where you can rest, sir. It’s bleeding again.”

“Yeah, I know. Can’t stop yet until we find decent cover. Once the sandstorm dies down, they’ll be back in hot pursuit.”

He tried hailing Spock and met with the same results, all the while continuing his limping pace. You gritted your teeth and tried to focus on reaching your goal rather than the fact an extremely attractive man was draped around your shoulder and plastered to your side.

As the sandstorm started to clear, you noticed you were entering a rocky area and slowed your pace to avoid tripping on the numerous stones.

“Maybe we can hide behind some of these for awhile,” you observed. “It looks like there are some pretty large boulders, maybe a cave nearby.”

“We could really use a nice deep cave right now,” Jim gritted out, doing his best to not put too much of his weight on you. He knew you were strong, but he didn’t want you to have to be his walking stick if you were going to be stranded long. Neither of you could afford to get run down on this planet.

After about an hour, the rocks were too difficult for you to navigate and you and Jim sat down for a rest and to take stock of the area. The sandstorm was gone, but the wind still swirled around and was beginning to get chilly as the planet’s suns set.

“We’re going to have to make shelter somewhere,” Jim sighed. “Doesn’t look like they’re still in pursuit.”

You looked around and saw he was right. The rocky desert landscape was barren of of any sentient beings besides you and the captain.

“Hmm. The trick is to find someplace that won’t fall down on us and crush us to death or isn’t inhabited by ferocious wild beasts,” you panted, aiming him in the direction of what looked like a small cave.

“You sound like Bones,” Jim chuckled. “He’d be listing the horrible ways we could die if he was here.”

“I wouldn’t be a very good security officer I didn’t consider the risks, Captain,” you said, half-smiling at the mention of the grumpy CMO. “Thankfully, I don’t know all the awful diseases you could get from your wound becoming infected.”

Another half mile of hobbling/walking later, you stopped in front of a tall rock that blocked the wind enough to give you a chance to catch your breaths.

“Up there, Captain. It’s a cave. Do you want me to go check it out?” You asked.

“Go ahead,” he nodded. “I’ll keep an eye out here. Still got my phaser, at least.”

You left him leaning against the rock and crept toward the cave to examine it. Scanning the sand for animal tracks and signs of an occupant, you were relieved to find it unoccupied and only going back about 15 feet total.

The main problem was a lack of water and supplies. You really hoped communications would start working again or you and Jim were in big trouble.

“Captain, it’s clear,” you reported when you returned to where you’d left him. “It’ll keep us covered for awhile, but there’s no water source anywhere near.”

“Right,” he sighed. “We’ll just have to conserve the stuff in our belt flasks.” (The away team had been equipped with water containers due to the planet’s climate).

He pushed himself away from the rock that had supported him, and you helped him up to the cave. It was a relief to get inside away from the elements and Kirk sat down with a grimace.

“Should I find something to prop your leg up, Captain?” You asked, not sure if the bleeding was stopped yet.

“Probably,” he admitted. “It’s throbbing now.”

That wasn’t a good sign, Jim Kirk saying he was in pain. It meant he was REALLY in pain. You brought back a round rock for him to rest it on and he leaned back against the cave wall with a look of relief.

“Thanks, Lieutenant,” he sighed. “I was really on my last leg, so to speak.”

He winked at you and you groaned at his ridiculous pun.

“Are you always a barrel of laughs, captain?” You asked dryly.

“Only when I’m stranded on a hostile planet with pretty crewpeople.” He answered, grinning again, though you could see it couldn’t quite mask the pain. You drew closer to look at his wound again. He’d been nicked by a spear in the first attack and it bled a lot.

“I think I Should add another strip to it,” you said, preparing to tear off part of your outer shirt to add to the makeshift bandage.

“Use mine,” Jim said quickly. “It’s already torn anyway.”

“Too dirty. You look like you bathed in dirt. That’s not great for bleeding wounds, I expect.” You ripped off a piece of your red shirt and tied it around his leg. Jim took out his communicator, which still wasn’t picking anything up.

He shrugged and sat back.

“Guess we might as well chit chat while we’re waiting. Tell me, Lieutenant, what brought you to Starfleet?”

“Adventure,” you said simply. “I was bored stiff in my tiny little town. Starfleet was a way to see the universe. Not much to it, really. Is it true you joined on a dare, sir? That sounds like a much more interesting story.”

“No need for the sir,” he said with a distasteful expression. “Call me Jim. And yes, it was a very winding and twisting road that got me here.”

So he told you the story of his troubled youth and meeting the late Admiral Pike in a bar and being challenged to make something of his life. Jim really had a delightful way of relating stories that had you completely absorbed and quite entertained during the wait in the cave. You told him about life as a redshirt and the grueling training sessions on Vulcan that you were being strongly reminded of by the present circumstances.

By the time the communicators started working again, you and the captain knew each other a lot better than you did before, but Jim was looking worse. He needed medical help immediately and was starting to mumble weird things.

“I could kiss you right now,” he slurred when you made him drink water. His forehead felt alarmingly hot and you guessed it was the fever talking, but with the sweat covering both of you, it was hard to tell. Nevertheless, a tiny little fleeting happy emotion went through you at the captain’s words.

“Come on, Jim, stay with me,” you urged. “We need to get outside so they can get a lock on us to beam us out.”

Laboriously, you got him back on his feet and back outside.

“Two to beam up, Mr. Scott,” you told the chief engineer and within moments, the two of you were back on the Enterprise, and Dr. McCoy was approaching to take the Captain off your hands.

“S'just a scratch, Bones, don’t worry,” Jim tried to downplay.

“You call getting hit by a spear a scratch, Captain?” You asked, astonished by the blatant understatement.

The doctor looked at you with a long-suffering expression that showed he’d dealt with this a lot.

“It’s what Jim does to try to avoid Medbay. If his appendix was about to burst, he’d call it a slight stomach ache. Never, ever believe him when he says he’s fine. Both of you are coming with me.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jim shook his head and made a face that suggested that it wouldn’t do any good to fight against it. Evidently, Dr. McCoy did not brook opposition.

You ended up being treated for dehydration and sunburn while Jim was having his leg stitched and being lectured in the next bed over.

“This is gonna hurt tomorrow,” you groaned, seeing how red you were.

“We can be peeling pals,” Jim spoke up. “I burn really easily too.” He grinned at you through his own dirty, reddened face and you chuckled back, hoping you’d get another chance to hang out with him, this time in a non life-threatening situation.

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