A Change of Stars | By : Prentice Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 1462 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Gamma Solarii VI was an M-Class planet abundant with water and rich vegetation. Its atmosphere was high in nitrogen, oxygen, and a few other small trace elements that were commonly found on most habitable planets in the Gamma Sector. Its surface seemed to shimmer blue-green in space and was breathtaking on the view screen; its holographic projection rotating a full three hundred and sixty degrees for better viewing.
Leaning forward in his chair, Jim Kirk rubbed a hand over his chin, cobalt eyes drinking in the small-scale recreation of the planets’ land formations and bodies of water. In many ways the planet was almost identical to Earth, Jim and Bones’ homeworld, with its flora, fauna, and clusters of humanoid life. If what was one the view screen was to be believed, it was a beautiful place with bodies of water that stretched for thousands of miles and land masses that varied as greatly as those on his planet. At least that was if the Federations surveys were correct.
It really was too bad they wouldn’t be seeing much of it. Staring at the slowly revolving holo-planet, Jim frowned. Or maybe they would be.
“Hey Bones,” he called; voice rising unabashedly as he ignored the disgruntled sigh that immediately gusted behind him. Though they had only been travelling for a few hours, the bulk passenger cruiser they had boarded in Coruscant cutting through space at a fixed acceleration, pacing their journey and accounting for every parsec, Jim was bored. It was slow going, too slow, and it was looking only to get worse. Unless Jim made it more interesting.
Determinedly allowing the holographic planet one more revolution, Jim toggled off the screen, watching as the projection flickered and vanished, before turning towards his Master. Who seemed to be resolutely trying to ignore him. Without much success. Jim grinned.
“You want to a play a game of Sabacc? I’ll bet you a bottle of Saurian brandy for – ”
“Jim, I swear to god, if you interrupt my meditation one more time, I’ll stick a hypo in your neck and knock you out for the rest of the trip,” his friend growled, eyes closed and lips pulling down at the corners. His hands were resting on his knees, legs folded carefully beneath him, his outer robes and lightsaber discarded into a messy heap on one of the beds. He’d been that way for well over an hour, face set in grim determination as he tried to center himself.
Jim’s lips twitched. He’d never seen anyone get as pissed off as Bones did while being one with the Force. Not even Master Komack, who was basically a dick even at the best of times.
Blowing out an impatient breath, eyes roaming over their temporarily lodgings, Jim tried to resist the urge to fidget. Or pace around the room. He’d never been good at having patience and that was one of the problems with traveling through space: there was too much time to spare. He was much more of a take-action sort of padawan, much to Bones’ despair.
“Don’t be like that,” he said eventually, pushing himself up and out of the chair, hands absently smoothing his robes back into position. “You’ve been trying for over an hour. Can’t we do something?”
An eyelid cracked open balefully, pinning him in place. “Like your astrophysics paper?”
“Bones!” He cried indignantly. “I finished that last week!”
The other eye opened even as an eyebrow rose skeptically. “Did you turn it in?”
The grin that sprang to Jim’s lips was purely reflexive; bright and far too charming. It was the one that he gave any time someone asked him something he didn’t particularly want to answer. He hadn’t managed to get it to work on Bones yet, but he couldn’t help but hope that one of these days it would.
Apparently, though, that day wasn’t going to be today.
“I didn’t think so,” his Master muttered, eyes rolling as he pushed himself to his feet. “What is it that you want to do? And don’t say Sabacc because I know you cheat. Even if you won’t admit it.”
Jim’s bright grin widened even further. “Now would I do that to you, Master?”
“You did last time.”
Rocking on his feet, hip bumping gently against the holo-vid console, Jim shrugged unrepentantly. “That wasn’t cheating, Bones, that was just creative thinking. And anyway,” he continued hurriedly when the other man made to respond. “You always did suck at card games. I mean, how else do you explain that Larbeyan slave girl who followed us around for weeks when we were on Beta 12 –“
“All right. All right.”
“ – and who made those weird little chipmunk-like noises that were really distracting. No wonder that guy wanted to get rid of her. She never shut up – “
“Neither do you, apparently,” Bones growled, face flushing a pale rose as he hooked his saber back onto his belt.
“ – but nevertheless, she totally thought you were the shit for freeing her,” Jim concluded. “Maybe you should take up Chess instead.”
“Like you?” His friend challenged, face still high with color as he shook out his robes, fingers rummaging in their hidden innards before pulling out a – hypospray?
“No! No,” Jim disagreed instantly. “Not like me at all. You’re your own man and if you want to continue getting snowballed – ” the hypospray twirled in his Master’s fingers, looking slim and ominous. Force but Jim hated those things. “I mean, play cards totally fairly then that’s up to you.”
“Damn straight, kid. Now what did you want – ”
The ear splitting screech of metal slamming hard against the side of their vessel made both men freeze, the emergency proximity alarms sounding far too late. Seconds later the hiss-flare of the cruiser’s shield going up could be heard. Immediately the sound of something hammering against it reverberated between alarm blasts; the surprised shouts of frightened passengers following quickly on its heels.
Eyes seeking out his Master’s own, the two of them shared a quick look, they low buzz of their training bond flaring brightly back to life. As one they turned towards the door, shoulders squaring. Whatever was going on, they would face the chaos together.
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