[Diverging Pathways] -- [m!Pike and Kirk]

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Kirk frowned as a message came to him, and he slowly tapped a finger on the console in front of him. Well, fuck. Bastard-face. What do you want? He actually hesitated for a while before opening the message marked with Pike’s name, with the tiny notation after it ‘BF’ for that exact insult he had just thought. Kirk shook his head, growing softly to himself. Fucker.

He opened up the message, brows raising. He wants to go home. We have our transporter in room… what the hell was it, three maybe? Four? Hell if I know anymore I’ll remember when I get there. Three. Definitely three. That one’s calibrated from when we got McCoy back and forth from the Enterprise. If Pike knows the ..signature, coordinates, whatever that his Spock used to get here, then he could go home.

Good. Get him off the damn ship. Kirk stood up, typing a fast message back.

Pike, meet me in transporter room three.

He pulled the phaser from the desk drawer in his office. Haven’t heard any bad reports from you lately, but like hell I’m taking a chance.

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Pike was both pleased and surprised to receive a message back so quickly, but realized that the young Captain would want him off the ship as soon as possible. He closed his eyes and felt around the edges of the bond again. Spock was very, very tightly shielded, so tightly that it could feel nothing at all from the bond. He had done the same thing on arriving to this universe, and had lasted at least a month without the effects of the separation hitting him drastically. Spock would be able to last a few days while he got things sorted out, as long as he kept himself alive and his own half of the bond tightly shielded.

It would only be a few days, enough time to give the ship to one of his crew. He had an idea in mind who, and despite the fact he had no desire to turn his ship over to anyone, would be an excellent Captain to take up the mantel. It would also please the Empress, no doubt.

He had to consult a layout of the ship to find transporter room three, then he slipped into the adjoining room of their quarters. Pike gathered the padds Spock had left his notes on, and the ones he had been writing on, and went to meet the young Captain.

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Kirk beat them down to the room, and looked it over. Seemed to be just another method of them fucking with the space-time-continuum. It required two ships – maybe they both had to be Enterprises, who knew – two simultaneous transporters working and calibrated to within an inch of their lives. Required two skilled operators, required one very determined individual to brave this. At least, no matter what happened to Pike and Spock on the other side, they’d be off his ship! Kirk could have done a little dance about that.

That report the other day. Bastard-face’s Spock had attacked (almost attacked? Technicality) Joanna in the mess hall. Pike had forced him back, hurt him pretty badly. He wondered about it, along with the fact that since their release from the brig (the more and more he thought about THAT the more annoyed he got, as he just couldn’t figure out why they were allowed out of the brig at all after Pike was out of sickbay) he had nothing… bad reported about them. Pike had stopped Spock from attacking, and that was it.

He leaned up against the wall, waiting for them to get there.

(OOC: This is happening in wibbly-woobly time I assume? XD Cuz... Currently Kirk’s down on the planet…????)

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Pike walked into the small transporter room, studying the layout and any other potential threats before he studied the young James T. Kirk. This was a face he recognized, one that held a deep hatred in striking blue eyes. He had seen images of the young Captain when studying the history of this universe; it seemed James T. Kirk was now a famous name in every corner of Starfleet’s control.

He stepped into the room properly and nodded once, “Captain James T. Kirk, we meet at last.” If what little knowledge he had of the situation with the captain and himself proved to be true, matched with the expression on the young Captain’s face, he would have to tread carefully to avoid arousing the younger man’s anger. He did not fear the young Captain, but had no desire to lose his access to this room to work nor be thrown back into the brig.

[OOC: I had not realized! Do you need to stop the thread for now, and continue it later? Could this be, perhaps, once Kirk has returned to the ship, or would that further mess up the time lines that others have been playing out? Time in this game can be a very confusing thing!]

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That man looks way, way, way too much like Admiral Pike for my tastes. Kirk gave a look up and down Pike. Man was wearing some sort of leathery-looking vest along with the gloves and looked dangerous as hell. Kirk had faced worse. He could deal with it. “Pike.” Had to remember not to call him any of the names he had designated Bastard-face or that wouldn’t go well.

“Message you sent was a little cryptic. Why am I giving you use of this room?” Kirk snorted. He didn’t want to let Pike play with his beautiful lady in any way. He knew that Pike wanted to beam over, but what did the man have in mind?

(OOC: NOoooooo! No, no this is fine! XD WIBBLY-TIME IS WOBBLY! …or something like that. We’ll fit it in. Hell, this could be BEFORE the holidays for all I know @_@ ‘Cuse me, I’m a bit hyper since there’s no one here so I can play loud music and dance while I work. Day before new years is empty~)

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It took just a moment to pat down the annoyance that brushed up against him as the young Captain clearly decided to play with him. In many ways already, this Kirk was exactly like the one he knew from his own universe. Pike believed he could see a straight-forward yet freely thinking cunning in the young man’s eyes. “With the calculations provided by my first officer, I would like to finish the work he began and program the transporters here to allow me access back to my own universe.” He kept his tone concise and simple.

[OOC: Understood, and I hope you have fun at work! Well, it seems you already are!]

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"Shouldn’t be that hard, since we have it all set up in this room after McCoy beamed back." Kirk shrugged. "You should be able to plug in your... calculations somehow and get back across." And never, ever come back.

"You want to call for your Spock?" If Pike hadn’t guessed it was that quick to get this done… probably wouldn’t have bothered.

(OOC: <3!)

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Was it true that someone had successfully beamed back across between the universes already? Pike kept the surprise from his face, nodding once at Kirk. "Will I be able to speak with someone about being in charge of the controls when I beam back across?" Pike questioned instead, not acknowledging the young Captain's final question.

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"...plenty of people that can operate the controls. Once everything's plugged in, all they should have to do is activate the system." Kirk said cautiously. It felt like he was missing something, something important but he wasn't sure what. He hated that feeling.

(OOC: If my posts keep screwing up, sorry. @_@ LJ keeps eating my posts and I repost them... and now all my icons are defaults.)

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"It will take some time to set up the transporter, but if you could leave the name of someone I could contact to operate the controls when I need them." It was partly a request, and partly a command. From the small stiffening of the young Captain's shoulders, Kirk understood and took possible offense from the command. "Instead of having to bother you from your work later," Pike amended. It was no different than having to operate with an Admiral that he disliked. There was a required respect, if he wished to get what he desired, but the respect did not have to be meant.

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This is MY fucking ship, you think you're going to command me on it?! Kirk's very, very first thought was an angry one. He shoved it aside. Faster I deal with him, the faster he and that crazy Spock get the hell off this ship. It was what let him keep his cool for now.

"Ensign Kray'um." Kirk supplied from the top of his head. Younger man who was not only capable of operating the controls of the transporter, but also worked part time in security. Make sure security's watching this room the entire time Pike's in here...

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Pike nodded, making note of the ensign's name. He would relay a message to the operator once he had a chance to go through the calculations and determine the length of time it would take for the transporter to be set up. "Thank you, Captain." It was as bitter as death to speak those words when he did not mean them. He stepped further into the room, allowing the young Captain to leave. Two padds were settled onto the transporter controls, and he pulled up the calculations Spock had been working on on one padd, along with the ones he had used to beam over on another padd.

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...I think I just got brushed off. Kirk was shocked. He closed his eyes long enough to NOT say something nasty, then turned on his heel and left. He was heading straight for security - one to talk to Kray'um, and the other to make sure security kept someone on Transporter Room Three until the other captain and his first officer were off the ship.

(OOC: BTW hun, feel free to use the NPC account or just npc it during your posts later for Ensign Kray'um. You don't need me to totter him around.)