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[jirk]

[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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[chiot]

[ And after a good 15 minutes of silence, he's turns it on again: ]

Lotsa people know you, from wherever--an' they like you, 'cause you gots a ways with people, huh? Even if you're young for your position. An' you like the ladies, huh?

[ He nods. ] You're prob'ly friends with pointy eared guy who's from space, too.

[ Grin! ] I ain't even seen you yet, but I can read, huh?

[jirk]

[And Jim actually laughs. It's that slightly incredulous 'what did I just get myself into' sound.]

Okay, okay. So you're pretty decent at that. Now how about you try that voodoo on somebody a little less obvious than me, huh?

[chiot]

Name 'em! [ He's practically bouncing in his seat. He likes Jim, he's decided. ]

[jirk]

Well, what can you tell me about the Emperor?

[This is quite possibly cheating, and he's pretty sure this kid is up to the challenge.]

[chiot]

I ain't sayin' nuffin' 'bout the emperor unless you gimmie juulan an' it's not on the networks.

[jirk]

All right. Well, I think I can spare a few. If the information's worth it.

[That is your cue to haggle, Gavroche.]

[chiot]

[ Oh, he's used to it. he's a Thenardier after all, even if he was kicked out the door. He simply took flight instead of falling. ]

Normally I charge 20, huh? But 'cause you're new, an' 'cause you almost caught me, I'll give you 15. 10 if you throw in a bottle of wine from your rations, huh? I ain't goin' no lower than that.

[jirk]

Let's go for 7. I'll get you a bottle of wine and a bottle of brandy, but I want your word you aren't going to drink it, okay?

[chiot]

[ He visibly makes a face at that. ] I only drink a cuppa it if M'hangin' out with Grantaire, monsieur, and he ain't here no more.

[ It's not...REALLY a promise. But it's close. ] It's for m'friends.

[jirk]

[His expression softens a tiny bit.]

So long as they're older than you, squirt.

[chiot]

What's it matter, huh? I mean I promise, but whazzit matter?

[jirk]

[Well, it's not like Jim wasn't experimenting with booze at that age, but...]

It's just a thing. Trust me on this one, okay?