tushanshu | Video; Dated August 19th

[When the video feed starts, there's nothing but the side of a black chair, the man sitting in it was looking away from the monitor in thought. The background was obviously a suite in the Fire Sector, if the elegant design and the lit yellow and red hanging lanterns were anything to go by. As the man looked out the window behind him, he finally spoke.]

If any foreigners have new information regarding those that reside in the palace, I urge you to contact me as soon as possible. It’s become quite apparent that the Emperor is rather selective with whom she shares information with.

[That deep, penetrating voice was one of idle interest, which may have been because he seemed distracted. Finally, the chair turned from whatever had his attention. The man was sitting straight and he gave a guileful look down to the camera, straight at the viewers.]

It has also come to my attention that I am not the only one from my "world" as it were. Some of you may have seen others wearing similar clothing to mine. [Blue eyes with green flecks glanced downward at the Starfleet symbol on his black, long-sleeve shirt.] I’ll spare you the details of my "home". You may call me: Khan. [There was a dark purr of satisfaction on the last word. Having free reign to use his actual name for the first time in over year was incredibly satisfying.]

Many have called for unity amongst us "foreigners" and I am ready to do what must be done so we not only get the answers we want, but also to eliminate this menace we were summoned to fight. My combat and strategic knowledge are available for any effective measures against this essence known as Malicant.

[If he’s fully aware of what saying that name means, the only give away would be his eyes becoming lidded as he raised his eyebrows upon uttering the name.]

There is also the abundance of foreigners with powers and abilities above and beyond the limits of baseline individuals. If a list has been made of these beings and their known capabilities, I request a copy if possible.

[A beat filled with an almost imperceptible squint.]

Thank you for your time, that is all.

[95% Encryption; Pepper Potts]

I believe Stark Industries is the leading force in technological advancement in Keeliai. Ms. Potts, I would like a tour of your facilities and a description for each of the positions you have available; and the ones that are not. I believe you'll find my extensive knowledge of technology to be an asset. Even to the considerable pool of intellect currently in your employ.

[100% Starfleet Encryption; Jim Kirk, Spock.]

Contact me as soon as possible. Whether it is over the network or in person does not matter to me.

[He leaned forward in his chair]

I imagine we both have questions that need answers.

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If it were up to me, [Jim has no trouble reiterating the point Khan so clearly misunderstood, his voice is ice and iron,] I would leave Marcus down there with you. But what I want and what's right are two different things.

[As to the stuff about Malicant, and Khan's offhanded remark about mal meaning 'bad' (as if Jim's never read a book in his life, come on) he simply sets his expression back into neutrality. Later. They can talk about that later. To the latter half of Khan's little speech, he simply grimaces and then gives him a hard look before reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.]

Yeah, well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly well-stocked at the moment. I've got some strings I can pull, let me pull them. I'll get in touch with you in twenty-four hours, and you'll have your kit.

[He's got enough of the spectre tech hoarded, he's sure Chekov and Spock can do something useful with it. It's either that or Kyle.]

In the meantime, here.

[He digs a microchip out of one of his belt pouches, and holds it between two fingers before handing it over.]

This contains all the relevant tricorder data I've accumulated since being here. And I've been here a while.

[It took him a while before he made his first appearance on the network, which might play in his favour here.]

Build something you can plug this into, and it's yours.

[A single, raised eyebrow was all Khan gave to Jim's clarification. Nothing more.]

Fair enough.

[Carefully, Khan took the chip between his fingers and eyed it momentarily before palming it. Building a tricorder was simple enough, getting the equipment to do so might take some time, but he finally had that for once.]

I should be here then. I suspect you'll be wanting a report on what employment I'll be looking into as well.

[All the little details that came with wanting to know of all his dealings and doings.]

If you even look sideways at Stark Industries, you and I are going to have a problem.

[He's seen some of what Stark's tech is capable of, and he doesn't want Khan anywhere near that.]

I've actually already contacted Ms. Potts about that. [The smallest of smiles came across his lips.] There's nothing for you to worry there. [It was pretty obvious to him from his talk with both Pepper and Tony that he wouldn't be working there any time soon.]

However, you did want to know of my activities. A man by the name of Jor-El did contact me through the network. Not only did he manage to break one of the strongest Starfleet encryptions, but he also did offer possible employment at Wayne Enterprises.

[He was definitely looking for a reaction from Jim.]

Apparently they are having difficulty finding adequate employees for their budding technology branch.

[Yeah, well, tough luck Khan because Jim isn't giving you a damned thing. He's never spoken with that Wayne guy, but it's hard not to acknowledge his existence. He's apparently been around longer than almost anybody, and he's pretty sure Kyle knows the guy, so guess who's getting a heads up on that front.]

And what exactly are you planning on contributing to this 'budding technology branch'?

[Keeping a guard up was actually impressive to Khan. Kirk seemed the type that would always wear his heart on his sleeve.]

Nothing as of yet. Apparently Jor-El is looking for possible talent to recruit, no specifics were given. However, it would be Starfleet based technology.

[He paused purposely, his voice became low and patronizing.]

I don't think either of us would want to see my weapons in mass production. [Level out the playing field? No.]

If you're such a genius, come up with your own tech. I assume you're at least passingly familiar with the Prime Directive, right?

[It's a tiny bit scathing. Jim's at least kept the 'Fleet technology out of local hands.]

What makes you think Marcus ever allowed me to be anywhere without his eyes and ears following me? The Prime Directive was non-existent when my only task was to design and construct weapons. A task I had to endure for other aside from myself.

[Bitterness was sporadic in his words.]

I assumed you'd rather have Starfleet's tame technology available on this reptile than the implements of destruction I offer.

[Grabbing the glass that was on the console desk, he drank from it and his voice was clearer.]

Either way, everyone works and I see little in the way of options that can use my knowledge.

The same thing that lets me know you hid seventy-eight people inside them. I don't care what kind of surveillance Marcus had on you, you obviously know enough about Starfleet security protocols to circumvent them. And Marcus' ship was never meant for Starfleet, you made that ship for you. And your crew.

[Correct him if he's wrong, Khan, he dares you.]

So get a job doing something else. Muck out stables, I'm sure bullshit's right up your alley.

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[Practically an after-image of a smile became visible as Kirk spoke.]

Better to just learn from his mistakes and do a better job yourself then? I shall think of something.

[A beat.]

Idle hands, Captain.

[Oh don't even.]

Yeah, well, in case you missed it, your idle hands brought the devil down on us already. So what's your excuse for that?

[The word 'asshole' is clearly what punctuates that statement in terms of inflection. Jim is good at those non-verbal cues.]

We covered the necessity behind that. [Said bluntly as he placed the cup back on the desk, his hand slipping the microchip into his pocket.] None knew what saying the name would do and I found out. Apparently an achievement of sorts considering this is hardly my second day here.

Some could argue where the devil really is.

[His impassive, yet potent stare fell on Jim.]

Twenty-four hours.

Fine.

[He tries not to toss that out as the rejoinder of a fourteen year old girl, and a muscle jumps in his jaw as he grits his teeth and turns to leave.]

And Captain.

[Just one last thing.]

Don’t die again. [The only piece of information he knew from Spock’s 90% encrypted network post.]

For your crew’s sake. [The ones on Keeliai. Where he would be.] They might be lost without you.

[Jim tenses, one hand raised to open the door. There's a million things he could say to that, but none he does, and he simply pushes open the door and leaves without a backwards glance.]

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