I'm surface side now, just leaving the transport station.
[Jim too, is alone. Though back on station his security officer is monitoring his tracker and life signature closely. He's grateful the building Konstantin mentioned is nearby. Starfleet gear tends to be all weather but too light to offer any serious combat protection. Jim looks ready to go take readings, not fight.
He glances down at the tri-corder he'd brought with him, observing the baseline readings and how they differ from the high-atmosphere readings the ship was able to take. When he spies the other, Jim twitches what might be a polite smile if the situation wasn't so sober.]
Captain James T. Kirk, USS Enterprise. I'm real glad we're making introductions like this and not the team I was going to send down originally. For the record.
[ When he sees the other man approach, Konstantin steps closer, though cautiously — movements measured, deliberate, easy-going. It's thanks to years of intense psychological training to go right along with the physical that he's able to keep himself together so well. ...Though admittedly, his recent situation is challenging that, somewhat. Hard to keep interactions with other human beings 100% casual when one has an alien entity burrowed in their guts.
Still, he's good at playing his part. His own smile is warm, friendly. ]
Commander Konstantin Veshnyakov. But please, call me Kostya. The rest is a mouthful.
[ He turns his head towards the building he'd mentioned, a modest, windowless thing. ]
We'll have privacy there. Used to have supplies, but now it's just used for office space sometimes. [ ...Pause, and then— ] I'm glad for it, too. I wouldn't have wanted to freak your team out.
If we're going first name casuals then Jim is fine.
[He's eyeing that small windowless building. If Spock or Bones knew what he was even considering right now he'd be in so much shit. Shoulders tense, back straight. He knows he's taking a risk agreeing to go someplace like that with a potentially dangerous host.]
Sounds good. I've got my people working on the supplies we talked about, so better to duck out of sight before anyone gets curious.
[The captain folds his arms like he's not taking the mother of all risks and hops over a loose paving stone on his way toward the building Kostya mentioned. His comm is primed to call for help if he needs it. That will have to be good enough.]
Well, they probably wouldn't have known any different unless one of them checked you out.
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and then October kicked my butt so hard, sobs... but I'm still here for these sci-fi guys, no rush!!
[ Konstantin smiles again at the exchange of casual monikers between them. There's an underlying tension that he won't claim isn't there, no matter how at-ease he's hoping to appear, but it helps, even a little. ]
Good to meet you, Jim.
[ He keeps moving that way, maintaining a brisk but natural gait, not wanting to rush too quickly but mindful to make some haste at the same time. He really doesn't want anyone else to come across them, not yet. It's better to keep control over this situation as much as he's able, and it's best if he speaks to the man one-on-one first. ]
That's exactly why I wanted to go over things with you first. All of this could be a bit of a nasty shock to someone. Even a medical team. [ Konstantin leads them over to a door, not the front but a side one, more tucked out of view. Sliding a keycard in, he waits for the beep before pushing the door open. The halls inside are clean, sterile, and very quiet. No one else is here. ]
There's a nice office we can use down this way. [ A few doors down is a large room with seating, countless files, and a few machines for drink distribution. ] Can I get you some coffee? Tea?
[No one hails them, no one tries to wave them down. Jim's comm doesn't go off. They're safe for now. 'Safe'. Jim doesn't feel very safe but there's no one else he'd risk like this without knowing more information.]
Betting it was a pretty nasty shock to you as well. [He concedes. As wary as Jim is to exposing himself or his own people to this...potential threat. He's not unaware that Konstantin here is the first victim. Despite all alarm bells going off in Jim's head, he follows the other into the empty building.]
Wherever you feel most comfortable. Ship's sailed on that front for me, I think, but I'm guessing you don't need me to explain why. [He twitches a wan smile the other's way.] As much as I'm tempted I'd better not for a bit. My CMO is already going to lose his head over this. If I accepted food or drink on top of this he might actually kill me.
[Konstantin isn't lying about the office being nice, either. It looks pleasantly appointed when he's lead inside. All the more reason why it being empty feels a little jarring. The restless anxiety in the Captain longs to pace the room or let out any number of pointed questions but Jim shows none of it. He takes a long, deep, slow breath instead.]
Is this your office?
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[Jim too, is alone. Though back on station his security officer is monitoring his tracker and life signature closely. He's grateful the building Konstantin mentioned is nearby. Starfleet gear tends to be all weather but too light to offer any serious combat protection. Jim looks ready to go take readings, not fight.
He glances down at the tri-corder he'd brought with him, observing the baseline readings and how they differ from the high-atmosphere readings the ship was able to take. When he spies the other, Jim twitches what might be a polite smile if the situation wasn't so sober.]
Captain James T. Kirk, USS Enterprise. I'm real glad we're making introductions like this and not the team I was going to send down originally. For the record.
no subject
Still, he's good at playing his part. His own smile is warm, friendly. ]
Commander Konstantin Veshnyakov. But please, call me Kostya. The rest is a mouthful.
[ He turns his head towards the building he'd mentioned, a modest, windowless thing. ]
We'll have privacy there. Used to have supplies, but now it's just used for office space sometimes. [ ...Pause, and then— ] I'm glad for it, too. I wouldn't have wanted to freak your team out.
I swear i live
[He's eyeing that small windowless building. If Spock or Bones knew what he was even considering right now he'd be in so much shit. Shoulders tense, back straight. He knows he's taking a risk agreeing to go someplace like that with a potentially dangerous host.]
Sounds good. I've got my people working on the supplies we talked about, so better to duck out of sight before anyone gets curious.
[The captain folds his arms like he's not taking the mother of all risks and hops over a loose paving stone on his way toward the building Kostya mentioned. His comm is primed to call for help if he needs it. That will have to be good enough.]
Well, they probably wouldn't have known any different unless one of them checked you out.
and then October kicked my butt so hard, sobs... but I'm still here for these sci-fi guys, no rush!!
Good to meet you, Jim.
[ He keeps moving that way, maintaining a brisk but natural gait, not wanting to rush too quickly but mindful to make some haste at the same time. He really doesn't want anyone else to come across them, not yet. It's better to keep control over this situation as much as he's able, and it's best if he speaks to the man one-on-one first. ]
That's exactly why I wanted to go over things with you first. All of this could be a bit of a nasty shock to someone. Even a medical team. [ Konstantin leads them over to a door, not the front but a side one, more tucked out of view. Sliding a keycard in, he waits for the beep before pushing the door open. The halls inside are clean, sterile, and very quiet. No one else is here. ]
There's a nice office we can use down this way. [ A few doors down is a large room with seating, countless files, and a few machines for drink distribution. ] Can I get you some coffee? Tea?
Sci fi blorbos to keep us sane on the Outside...
Betting it was a pretty nasty shock to you as well. [He concedes. As wary as Jim is to exposing himself or his own people to this...potential threat. He's not unaware that Konstantin here is the first victim. Despite all alarm bells going off in Jim's head, he follows the other into the empty building.]
Wherever you feel most comfortable. Ship's sailed on that front for me, I think, but I'm guessing you don't need me to explain why. [He twitches a wan smile the other's way.] As much as I'm tempted I'd better not for a bit. My CMO is already going to lose his head over this. If I accepted food or drink on top of this he might actually kill me.
[Konstantin isn't lying about the office being nice, either. It looks pleasantly appointed when he's lead inside. All the more reason why it being empty feels a little jarring. The restless anxiety in the Captain longs to pace the room or let out any number of pointed questions but Jim shows none of it. He takes a long, deep, slow breath instead.]
Is this your office?