![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
- † amaterasu,
- † amelia wil tesla sailune,
- † annabeth chase,
- † asbel lhant,
- † bean,
- † billy costigan,
- † bruce banner,
- † bucky barnes,
- † gavroche,
- † jack frost,
- † jane shepard,
- † javert,
- † jim kirk,
- † kyle rayner,
- † leonardo (2012),
- † livewire,
- † marian carlyle,
- † maxwell lord iv,
- † miles morales,
- † prussia,
- † raimei shimizu,
- † rose tyler,
- † tazendra
[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.
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.
no subject
[The contact makes him frown, slightly puzzled, but his knee moves towards Jim in response. Since the hug Kyle's body language changed, going from withdrawn to more comfortable in his own skin, and where he was sitting on the sofa. He is much more relaxed, and open. Jim's a candle and Kyle just reaches one hand to warm himself up with its light and heat.]
[He purses his lips at the question:] We're not completely alike, but I think so? I'm not sure how to say. [he makes vague gestures with his hands, attempting to put it into words] Mirrors? I don't really like looking in them. My mistakes are pretty much permanently visible on me [he reaches for his shoulder, absently].
no subject
[He shakes his head.]
That's disrespectful to both of us. I haven't been in your shoes, and you haven't been in mine. We're similar, but we aren't the same. Judge me on my own merits, okay?
no subject
[He sighs heavily.]
I'm trying.
no subject
[He cants his head to one side, studying Kyle. Learning, listening. Jim's always been adaptive. So, firm:]
We're figuring this out.
no subject
Okay. One thing at a time.
no subject
[It's a learning experience. Jim never goes less than mach ten if he can help it.]
no subject
YOU HAVE (1) NEW MESSAGE. PRIORITY.
[He puts it on and hears Unable to locate Lantern 2814.2, and what little colour is in his face leaves it. Just like Unable to locate Connor Hawke. Kyle clamps down immediately. It could be a malfunction. It could be-- no. That was pointless. Focus on what he could do. Slowly. He nods to Jim.]
Sorry, I'm needed. Later?
no subject
Good luck. You know where I am if you need me.
no subject
no subject
[Priority message. Something that was enough to shut him down. Jim turns to follow Kyle's progress to the door, and he wishes Rose were here. Or Spock.
He's said his name, but now he has nothing else to add to that that doesn't sound... out of place. Instead, he nods. Body language.
I hope everything's okay.]
no subject
[There's a brief tenseness in his shoulders, and his fist clenches tightly, the only signs of fraying nerves, before he turns to leave.]