James T. Kirk

To: All Officers of the Enterprise

We have our next assignment. We will leaving Starbase 69 as soon as our supplies and transfers have completed, meaning we'll be here about half a day. Feel free to enjoy, and let your underlings enjoy, the Starbase for the few hours we will be here, but return to the ship ahead of time. From the urgency of this report, we'll need to be out as soon as we can.

Captain James T. Kirk

Jim sat back in his chair, sighing. Starfleet was giving them no more than a half a day to get everyone off the ship, their supplies off and new supplies on, then they were gone. They had two days to get to their assignment, and from what little information was provided on the situation there, he had a sinking feeling in his stomach. A great start to their five year mission already.


(OOC: For those staying on the Enterprise, most if not every one of you have gotten a hold of me or I've gotten a hold of you about our upcoming mission - well here's the beginning of it! :3 If you haven't and want to be a part of it, please send me a PM to find out some details! I have only one person that hasn't said if they are staying or going and that'd be TOS!Chekov - can you send me a PM and let me know?)

Kirk cracked his neck, staring at the bag in front of him. He had a dinner with Bill tonight, and a lot of time between waking and then to waste how he saw fit. He hated sick leave, and with Bones' permission to be off it only a day away, he felt even more restless then normal. So now he was down in the gym, a tee shirt on his body and loose shorts, hands and feet wrapped in tape to keep the skin from getting damaged.

It felt natural to slide into the familiar fighting stance. Front foot pointing at the bag, back foot tilted slightly to the side, knees bent, one fist up and loose and the second about his stomach and loose as well. The muscles knew this pose, fell into it with ease, and seemed to relax all at once. It was something he could do even when blasted drunk, already injured, or half-asleep. And had before.

The first punch was something easy, a quick strike that barely rocked the bag. He was already warmed up, body loosened up from stretches and a run around the gym. Speed. That is what determines the winner, but if you have no bite behind your bark, your opponent may get a strike in slower but with greater strength. It was an older voice in his head, a man he hadn't thought of in years. It had been the first place he had found some semblance of a place to live after Tarsus IV.

He started to talk, immensely grateful that he could get the back most of the gym's smaller rooms. The mat felt new and springy under his feet as he let loose with punch after punch to the bag. Who gave a shit if his log had grunts and the sound of skin against the punching bag?

"So, fuck everything. Let's start off with that," Kirk growled, feet slipping to the side as if he was going against a real opponent. "Still fighting with Jim, and I hate it. Feels like fighting with myself or something. Maybe I am and Jim is just really my conscience," PUNCH, twist, round kick, "That's what he feels like. There's so much going on that I feel like I'm out of the loop. I need to talk to Spock about ship stuff and what happened after the Halloween Party. I don't think it'll be awkward crew wise," KICK, "But..." He hesitated.

"I wish I knew what I felt about that." Kirk shook his head, "Not like me to feel something about sex except when it was with Bones, and even then not all the time. Fuck, that makes me sound like an asshole. I don't want it to mean something. ...Guess it meant something with Jim, too. Feels like he's judging me based on this. What does he know? He's been through a lot of stuff, can't not admit that, but not on this scale. He's apart from it, you know? When he goes home," Why did that make his stomach clench? "When he finally goes back, Vulcan'll be there. Spock'll still have his sky, and the Federation will still be scarred here."

Kirk sucked on his front teeth for a second, then moved lighting fast. His entire body jerked to the side and his knee came up, foot snapping out and striking the bag with the bottom arch of his foot. The entire bag rocked, threatening to fall over, then steadied, "Can't wait to get back on duty. I hate feeling useless and I do right now. I'm really sick of looks of pity when I walk through the hall. I need to get these tattoos off but..."

He stopped, looking down at his left hand. The tape covered Vulcan. "...Maybe... not all of them. Think I'm going to keep some of them, and I have a feeling Bones is going to bitch at me for it." He brushed his other thumb over the tape, then shook it off and went to work against the bag at twice the speed. Point was to exhaust himself. "So many new people on this ship that it's actually getting hard to find space for them all. ...Bones' mom is one of them. New ship psych? At least as close as we've got beside Bones himself."

"Speaking of, I got the final bit of Bones' Christmas gift in. Got it hidden away... plan to surprise the hell out of him. Least I'm pretty sure he'll like it. Can't believe all the holidays, the new year... just a month or so away," Kirk snorted and struck out again, "Is it bad that I fucking hate that we'll be celebrating when Jake and Rachael and Kat won't be? They were supposed to be here, on the 'prise... got transferred at the last second to the Farragut and the Odyssey. Now... they're all dead. Probably should of thought of this on Halloween."

Kirk stepped back from the back, panting. He rubbed a bit of sweat from his eyes, "Nero's still out there, in that black hunking ship of his. Part of it is on the 'prise and I want it off and Spock back here. Wanna get done with those two bastards and have everyone free of them. Me, this crew, the Federation, and all the universes they've seemed to completely fuck up." He growled a little, hitting the bag half heartedly.

"Wish it was his face under my fist."

His next strike sent the bag toppling over.

Despite some tiny things that had come up, like his mother wanting to talk to him, Kirk realized this was the most fun he could remember having in a long time. Relaxing, honestly relaxing, and just having some ways to connect to his young, still fledgling crew that had nothing to do with space or the ship or any other crazy thing going on.

Ways to deal with some topics that had come up recently.

Kirk was tucked up in the sand beside Bones, the pair silent, enjoying the last of the day and going into the evening. Not touching, but not needing to. In each other's personal space. Kirk tilted his head to look at Bones, then grinned a little, "..Hey, Bones?"

Just discovered this, how awesome! I think I'm a little disturbed that I found all of this by finding Admiral Pike on a meme all about the crew having sex in new and boldly going ways.

...Spock's upset because I haven't put down the padd in two days now. Its some good stuff!