tushanshu | [video]

[Jim's sitting in his suite, wearing his command golds, looking serious as a heart attack. He's leaning forward, one hand braced against the armrest of his chair, the other fiddling with something on the console. Satisfied, he leans back more fully and nods once to the camera.]

Okay, let's get the introductions out of the way first. Name's Jim, Jim Kirk. Captain of the USS Enterprise. I serve in Starfleet in the year 2259 - Starfleet being a space-based armada focused on peaceful exploration and the discovery of new forms of life in the universe.

[There's a slight quirk to his brow, he coughs and then continues with all due charisma,]

I know there's people out there that've been here longer than I have, so I'm asking for your help - and the assistance of anyone willing. We know we're here to fight something, some of you know what and why. While I can understand the reasoning behind keeping that information to allies, I'd like to stress the fact that we're all in this together, regardless of worlds, races or creeds. This isn't something we can or should fight blind. So I'm proposing a broader alliance, a centralized repository of information, and the consideration of a unified front to face whatever's coming.

Additionally, I'm interested in the martial capabilities of the landed foreigners, any contingency plans that have been put in place to deal with the situations we're potentially facing here, and the sorts of scenarios that've been dealt with in the past.

[He exhales a little more sharply than necessary, and then he gives the camera a brief, two-fingered salute.]

Kirk out.

[and edited in after the fact, private to Kyle Rayner.]

We should talk.

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I know a few things, never hurts to hear more.

[Because like hell is he ever making the mistakes he made with Marcus and Harrison all over again.]

I'd like that. Name a time and a place, I'll be there.

Unfortunately there doesn't seem to be much more beyond just the name and other minute details. Not enough to create a concrete plan against it.

Which sector are you in? Fire? [It sort of looks that way from the video.]

Fire, yeah.

[He shifts, looking behind him as if realizing for the first time how easily identified the sectors are, and how many ways that could be used against him. His eyes narrow briefly, and he thinks, fuck it. He's not changing anything. He's not afraid.]

[She sort of notes that shift, but doesn't really remark on it, even though the temptation to say "I'm observant" is there.]

There's a couple places there, if you'd prefer. Cafes, busy shops.

Oh come on, I'm not that much of a slob.

[He's back to being perfectly casual, and he sweeps an arm out at the suite behind him.

(It actually is really quite clean, take from that what you will)

But he's teasing, and it's his way of letting her know (because he has a sneaking suspicion she's caught on to him) that he's fine with it.]

[She over-exaggerates squinting (wherein she's not really taking in detail, because she can respect a need for privacy), then pulls a face, waving her hand dismissively.] I'll give you I've seen worse.

[He's not too proud to preen. Of course, it's in the selfsame exaggerated manner she's employing, because apparently that's a thing.]

I'm in 3D in Fire. The one on the East side. Drop in whenever you feel like it. You know Rose Tyler at all?

I don't know her. If you'd prefer a stranger not come over your suite [she would] there's plenty of places nearby that work too.

She's my roommate. You might run into her too. About twenty, blonde hair, completely gorgeous?

[He manages to say all that without a single trace of romantic attachment or attraction, because sometimes he can keep it in his pants, okay?]

It's fine, kid. Whenever.

Was it her suite or yours? [...it's only after she asks it that she realizes she blurted it out without even thinking, and it's probably not the most polite of questions.]

Annabeth. Not kid.

Mine. Hers was destroyed in the spectre attacks.

[Was that rude? It goes over his head either way, because Jim is kind of oblivious sometimes. And then he cants his head to one side.]

Okay, okay. Annabeth. Happy?

[Oh, good, then no dwelling.]

[She pulls a bit of a grumpyface, but she's still satisfied.] I can probably come by later today sometime.

'Probably'?

[Come on, is it that hard to be decisive!!!]

[She rolls her eyes.] Fine. Two hours?

Two hours.

[A cheerful salute, and he disconnects.]