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

[kirktastic]

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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[iron-command.livejournal.com]

"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.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

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...

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

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.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

...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.)