kirktastic | [Interrogations in the Brig]

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[Interrogations in the Brig]

[OOC: Happening sometime after the talk with Mr. Spock, but happening at the same time for time's sake. XD]

Kirk waited just outside of the hallway of the brig, talking with the guard on watch quietly. He didn't want the people down in the brig proper to know he was there. They had sound and cameras ready to go, so Kirk could listen in and watch on each cell, its occupant, and who they were talking to.

This was not something he was looking forward to, but he had information to work with now. Information against at least one very dangerous person, and one possibly less so.

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Private Communication to Commander Spock
I need you to come down to the brig and talk with the other Pike, like we discussed. Don't look at me, don't talk to me, just go in like you were slipping down there to talk to him. The guards already know and will leave when you dismiss them with the same protest as last time. Don't let him know I'm watching what's happening. I want to see what's going to happen.

I need you to talk to Marlena as well. Probably should talk to her first, actually.

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He came down, of course. There were certain parts of him that had wanted to come down here for a while now, and then there was the most logical part of his mind that said he should have kept as far away as possible, for his own good--one little incident had sparked off so much turmoil in his life. To do the same thing, and not expect expect the same result sounded a bit like insanity, though he was far from ignorant of Pike's capabilities now.

Ignoring Jim on the way through the hallway into the brig was perhaps easier than it should have been. He walked past two security guards and one force-field barrier, and then towards Pike's cell--this time three security guards, instead of two. So, Jim really thought he was that dangerous.

"Sir," One of the three spoke up. "You can't be down here--"

"I am the First Officer of this ship. Security is one of my primary concerns."

"Really, sir," The second. "You need--"

"I need for the three of you to leave, so that I may fulfill my duties."

The third was about to say something, but Spock silenced him with a look, and the three security guards reluctantly left the corridor, letting him deal with the prisoner alone.

He stepped up to the doorway, until he could almost feel the tingle of the invisible force-field against his skin, and looked inside. Calm on the outside, suffocating his various, conflicting instincts with each passing second.

"Sir."

There he was, like the great lion in the sun. Pike stared silently at Spock, blinking slowly, before the tiniest smirk crawled up to his lips.

"Spock." Mirroring the tone the Vulcan had used.

This was what he had been waiting for, but had a feeling his own influence alone was what brought Spock down to the brig again. He would be cautious, using the information he had learned during the interrogation with the other Spock, his own self of this verse, and of all people, Sarek.

And, suddenly, it did not feel so much like an interrogation but a simple conversation, private-but-not, between them. Morals and manners didn't have to be kept up, though he would continue to do so, for Jim (he would have to remind himself that he was watching). But this still felt...almost casual.

"I have learned some interesting prophecies concerning the progression of command, on your ship, in your universe." Perhaps Jim would see it as a way to make the prisoner comfortable, lulling him into a false sense of security. Spock knew it was nothing so complicated. He wanted to talk about what he had heard, to muse on the idea without the repercussions of the impressions his words might make.

The starting topic actually took the man by surprise, shown by a blink and a lift of his brow. "Oh?" He thought about it and wondered if it had something to do with... oh... curious. "What have you learned?"

He was not so sure that the force-field entirely was making an odd sensation run up from his hands to his shoulders, and subsequently to crawl down his spine. Illogical--excitement? If he said it aloud, that might make it true.

"That you are to be assassinated by James Kirk, who will subsequently take captaincy of the Enterprise. Then--" He hoped Jim would not burst in here and question him for what he was about to say. "--after a time, I will dispose of him, and assume the title of Captain myself."

Brows rose in surprise, then dropped into a thoughtful look. Pike remained silent, hands together in front of him, before he commented quietly, "That may have already happened. There was no disturbance recorded before or just before I beamed up to the ship."

He actually smirked, "Sabotage. In a way those that supported me could not fault him for. Quite a brilliant move, Kirk." His tone suggesting talking to the not-present version of Kirk from his own universe.

"The ship would be better in your hands. He is... a foolish brat." Pike commented offhandedly, as if Spock taking out Kirk would not be a surprise.

Kirk, from the guard station, scowled at Spock's words. In another universe, Spock really did turn traitor to him and got rid of him. It sent a shiver up his spine, thinking about the conversation in his quarters, the feeling of fear/digust/traitor from Spock's mind, and hoped like fuck it wasn't a sign of things to come.

Did he learn all of that from Marlena? Well, he was right if he did. She did open up to him. Hope she will when he goes to talk to her.

[[OOC - It's too bad my!Jim isn't hearing this... Or maybe not.]]

[OOC: This is supposed to be all happening at different times but, whatcha gonna do. XD My Kirk's going to come find yours later to talk anyway.]

[OOC - Oh, I understand about the timing, but since I wasn't mentioned I wasn't sure if he was there, you know?]

"I am sure he learns quickly, even in your universe." The force-field kept him from lingering further into the room. But with Jim watching, meaning he had technically nothing to fear, he could reach over and disable it, to step into the non-privacy of the cell. "Though, I am curious as to how you would be so easily eliminated. Transporter sabotage is difficult to conceal, especially if only given a short time to create it. I still maintain my sentiments from our last talk, about my alternate--unless you offended him, in some way." It was a half-question, inviting him to reveal the circumstances surrounding his unfortunate transport.

Pike's eyes closed entirely, the leather-encased hands tightening their grip on each other. "Mr. Scott." He said quietly. "Is completely loyal to the ship and no one else. He is easily bought or swayed." The one man completely capable of hiding such sabotage. He had done similar things as well in the past. The only reason he had allowed the engineering onto his ship with such a lack of loyalties was the man's incredible expertise.

Once again, another sign that there were universal constants across dimensions. It did not trouble him any less because of this, but, privately, he tucked it away for future reference.

"...I have also obtained one of your universe's devices, though it is still quite unlike yours in form, though not function." He had it at his belt, on the opposite hip from the phaser, hidden over by a black extension of the belt he had personally crafted.

Obtained another... so then his thoughts were accurate. The woman they would not allow near him was also from his dimension. "From your tone, you haven't turned it over to your Captain." Not question, not statement.

There's more he's hiding from me! Kirk thought almost angrily. What the fuck, Spock? Why did you hide this too?! ...And what device are you even talking about?! His fingers clenched at his side, eyes narrowing.

"There is no point in revealing something to him that I cannot explain. He has more important tasks to concern himself with." Spock reached over the side of the cell, and gently pressed the red button with one finger. The force-field dropped, and the tingle crawling over his skin mostly subsided. "I would like if you could explain the construction of your set, and why you do not use the standard model, instead." Nothing to fear, he told himself as he calmed his pounding heart: Jim was watching, and he had a phaser and an agonizer at his belt. "Without practical demonstrations."

The final comment made him smirk, flexing his fingers. "The construction of my set." He repeated, looking amused about the whole situation. "A man has to keep his secrets, as you well know." Would be all he said about their making.

He remained seated, the cat waiting for its prey to move closer before striking. He locked his gaze to Spock's. "Who said I don't have a standard model?" Skipping the one question completely.

Spock reminded himself that he should never underestimate this man's ability to lure him into annoyance or physical intimidation (which wouldn't work anyway).

Now, there was nothing stopped him from stepping into the cell, but he kept close to the doorway. Not that distance would likely stop the other. "The one I have in my possession is etched with a serial number and markings that indicate it is assigned equipment for all of your officers." It had been chilling to read 'Terran Empire' under his close examination. "Your gloves have no such identification that would indicate they are part of a larger collection." He would know.

Or, of course, I could simply have more then one. Spock, how foolish this younger counterpart is.

Pike lifted a hand, flexing the glove slowly. "A Vulcan, as you well know, is three times stronger then a man. When one, or any person, gets close enough to touch me, I decided on my own advantage."

His eyes were drawn to those fingers, almost beckoned forward by the motion. But Pike's own words explained why he couldn't step forward, yet. "But you are able to control its activation." Of all the places where he did not feel uncomfortable discussing what had happened, it was this origin point. Unsurprising. "Whereas the standard only has a simple switch and pressure mechanism."

"They're something I designed, you're right in that guess." He stated calmly, looking towards Spock. His fingers curled back into a fist, as if gesturing for the other to come closer.

"If you will not reveal more specifications to me, sir," Spock took a small step closer, but not without his hand shifting to rest on the phaser at his hip. "I will find a way to relieve you of them, for my own study. A man may have his secrets, but you will derive no benefit from them, dead to your universe and almost the same in this one." There, again, his morals were faltering in the presence of this man.

"And you will not learn what you wish if you took them from me." Pike said calmly in return, as if the threat meant nothing to him. When it came to this particular threat, it didn't. But his words, specifically chosen, did have a clue in them.

"You are the one to decide whether I must confiscate them." Carefully sifting the annoyance out of his voice. He did not have the patience of his elder selves, certainly not in light of their previous experience with each other, but the faint sense of Jim watching kept him somewhat calm. "It would waste less of our time if you would only tell me."

"...they are a technology that I doubt exists within your Federation." The Pike kept his tone calm as he slowly removed one glove, displaying the broad hand beneath. "Take from a culture beyond even our reaches, trained to my thoughts and bodily reactions, and I simply applied it to our normal devices before the ship was destroyed."

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