James T. Kirk

When Jim left the trial that evening, it was over. No more offense, no more defense. The trial was over. Tomorrow, when he came there in the morning, they would know what would be happening with the Romulans. He felt at ends about it, broken into pieces.

So instead of going back to his room, dealing with dinner he wouldn't eat, he decided to go do something instead. After some deciding, a quick bit of research, Jim had somewhere to go. He asked Bones, but wasn't entirely surprised when Bones declined to want to come. It wasn't exactly something up Bones' alley, but tonight, it wasn't a terrible thing. Just a few hours to go out, clear his head, then come back and find Bones' arms.

That's what set Jim out to the distant cliffs, where the beaches were shallow and warm like the ocean itself. He had on a pair of swim trunks, goggles, and pairs of specially designed shoes and gloves with webs in them to help him swim and still retain movement in his fingers. He dumped the backpack he had brought with him, and pulled on the last two items he needed. Around his neck went the mouth piece to his slim, light weight breathing device that could process the water into oxygen for him to breathe. Around his head went a band with a small camera attached, and on his belt was a very light weight processor that would record everything the camera saw. He thought it would be interesting to keep, and bring back so Bones could see.

The waters of Sha'Kwai were amazing. The things he saw, diving down as deep as he could before he couldn't tolerate it anymore. It cleared his head, the silence of everything except his bubbles and the moving water. It was warm down there, like slightly less warm bathwater. He saw strange fish with horns on their head, giant coral-like creatures that swayed when he came close to them and brushed against him, even something that looked like an alligator except when it opened its mouth a small tentacle emerged and struck at a fish.

When it started to get dark, he had to get out so he could be safe. He grabbed a towel out of the backpack he had brought and dried himself off, and started to walk back towards the guest quarters again. It was a bit of a walk - the beach he had started on had been recommended to him, but the walk felt good. Worked out the kinks in his muscles.

Private Message to Lt. Winona Kirk:

Due to the sensitive nature of the planet that the away mission was sent to involving males, even a contact could become cautious if I were to attempt it. As one of the higher ranking females aboard the ship, I am providing all known information on the away mission to Lambda 7 and am ordering you to discover the ladies whereabouts. Make contact with the planet and see what information you can find. Keep any information top secret.

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There had been an idea brewing in Kirk's mind for several days, something half-focused on in the wee hours of the morning on Risa but unable to fully develop. So, finally, when the idea came into focus (at least the verbal concept of it), Kirk made his way down to engineering. He had a definite idea in mind on not only this, but on how to get to know and bring into the crew the strange other-verse Scotty that had ended up as a part of their crew.

It wasn't hard to find the young man, greet him, hide his amusement at Scotty refusing to call him Jim despite them both being off duty, and ask the young Scotsman if he wanted to take a walk through engineering. Okay, maybe he couldn't completely hide the bullshit grin on his face. He wanted this to work. He didn't know if it could be accomplished, but if it could...
( So tell me something. You been exploring Engineering? )

Kirk flopped into the seat behind his desk, letting out a very slow breath as he took just a second to relax. He rubbed at his eyes with the palms of his hands, then smirked. He had something to do, and now an idea on how to do it.

He picked up a padd and quickly started to type.

Private Communication to Jim, Spock, Mr. Spock, Bones, and Leonard McCoy

I have an idea about how we can not only merge everyone together as a crew, but how this ship could be run better then ever. I need to talk to the five of you in groups or singularly, but if I could at least get Mr. Spock and Jim together I'd be grateful. Whenever you guys have time give me a notification, my office is open.

After making plans with Spock and definitely having worked on his tan, Kirk showered, got himself cleaned up, and dressed. A casual sort of button up shirt and dark jeans, something simple and easy for vacation, but if the place was a little fancier, it'd be fine buttoned up fully. He left the top buttons open, for now.

Without the cycle swiped by Bones, Kirk left early so he could walk into town. Not a long walk, about fifteen minutes, but it was made easy by getting a ride from a group of very lovely ladies. He made his goodbyes (not before slipping them his comm information with a promise for fun), and walked along the boardwalk. Almost on intuition, thinking about the dream last night, he stopped in a store briefly and made a quick purchase. With the bag in tow, he headed for the bay proper and looked for Spock.