James T. Kirk

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.

[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.

( Private Communication to Commander Spock )

*waits impatiently for this stranger and Sulu*

*looks nervously towards the door where Spock is supposed to be asleep behind, and decides he'll check on him later*