[ A new world Corenistun II had contacted the Federation, expressed their interest in joining, and the Enterprise had been the closest ship so they'd been dispatched to handle the talks. They had been there for nearly a week, and things had been going well, considering. Only one half of the world was inhabitable, due to an unstable orbit around it's star, and the major cities were contained ecostructures. It was an impressive scientific achievement, and Spock, among a few others of the crew, had expressed an interest in understanding it.
Other parts of the world were still being colonized, though, in these little pockets of life. Most of which went off without a hitch. They came to find out, from the jeering coming down the streets one afternoon, that not all of them did. One, fairly recently, had failed catastrophically, sent out a call for help too late, and by the time a response had come---martial law had taken over. Almost half the population of that colony had been executed by the ruling body. They were still pulling together numbers of the dead.
Jim, wearing his dress greys, was beckoned away from the jeering crowds they could see from the balcony, jaw clenching hard enough to radiate pain up his face. His change in attitude from simple negotiations to a crisis situation was swift. He started asking after what relief effort was happening, where the survivors were being kept, what was being done to those responsible, and if there was anything they could do to help. They tried to block him from getting too embroiled, concerned this would hurt their chances at becoming a part of the vaunted United Federation of Planets, but he assured them that was hardly the case.
These people had a need, a great one, and if they could do something to help, they would be remiss. What kind of Federation would they be if they couldn't help those who needed it most. He tried to swallow back how much this was shaking him. Offered a smile for those press people involved, and turned his full attention to the councilor in charge. They put their heads and their resources together to right this as much as possible. The sun had gone down by the time the talks showed any sign of slowing for the day, and people began to file out. Jim's grey jacket was unbuttoned and unzipped, hanging open to show his black undershirt, and he was out on the balcony again, watching the people still milling about in the streets during the trials of those responsible. His coffee, or what passed for coffee on this world, sat about three hours cold on a desk to his left. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, and he could hear the wailing of a woman not far from them.
It made him sick to his core. It dredged up old memories he tried to bury over 13 years before all this. It was one of the reasons he hadn't believed in Starfleet to start. All of those insecurities, all of that horror--- He glanced back as he saw a shape move out of the corner of his mind, and relaxed his posture a bit. ]
[ Spock enjoyed new worlds, found great stimulation in studying every possible nuance of a planet, and even a new civilization and culture. At his heart, he was a scientist and always had been, and his decision when applying to Starfleet had not been simply to ensure he had a second option.
Corenistun II had sparked interest, but now, after experiencing the world firsthand and hearing even a few stories about these colonies, these little pockets of life that were curiosities themselves, left him mistrusting of the situation. He knows politicians, for he was raised by a diplomat and surrounded all his life by a people who made it a point to withhold information from the galaxy, and he could see subterfuge going on display all afternoon. They spoke pleasant words, with appropriate gravitas, and displayed no lack of concern. But their promises held little weight, especially when it had taken so long for help to arrive and terror was still running supreme in some areas.
Were this distant worlds, Spock might have understood why help was so long in arriving, why distress calls went unheeded - if there were distress calls. But these are colonies, where distance is measured in kilometers and not light years, and with sufficient technology, which the world is clearly capable of, communication should have been nearly instantaneous.
It was an unsettling thought, one he kept circling as he mentally reviewed the day and the situation, and compiled his report to put into written form later.
He noticed when the captain ventured out onto the balcony, and as the last of the planetary delegates took their leave, decided to join the other man. It had not escaped his notice that Jim had pushed a little harder, demanded answers in a voice that was charming but contained more steel than he usually brought out on planetary missions.
He waited a moment to respond, formulating his words with more than usual - though they were alone in the room, he did not trust the people of the planet. ]
I have many thoughts, Captain, though most of them are unessential and will be eased by the detailed report we have been promised.
[ Jim knew that they weren't giving them all the information. It wasn't simply a gut feeling steering that train of thought, but also the benefit---strange word to use---of past experience. Experience that seemed superimposed on him in the here and now every time he attempted to shrug himself out of his own thoughts. He felt like a collapsing star, weight and pressure bearing down to crush and snuff out the light trying desperately to escape. It takes eight minutes for the light of the sun to reach Earth.
It takes no time at all for a distress call to be swallowed up by the void of space and distance and time. It takes minutes for worlds to be turned upside down. It takes weeks for help to arrive. Monsters don't lurk in the depths of space or the secret areas of an unknown world. They lurk in people. Like Marcus. Like---he pulls in a breath when Spock starts to respond, and uses it as a lifeline, letting it buoy him out of the waves dragging him down in his mind. ]
Detailed report. [ There's no small amount of doubt that colors his tone. ] I have my doubts about the validity of what reports we'll be given by our hosts.
That aside, I want to offer as much assistance as we can. Equipment, supplies, personnel. There are still a lot of their people out there that need to be brought back here to the capitol.
[ He shifts from where he's leaning against the wall, drops his arms, and looks back towards Spock, meets his eyes for barely a second, and then drops them. He can't---Spock is too keen in his observational skills. Right now he feels if he looks too long or too hard, then he'll see all of the ugly truths hiding behind his eyes. All the things he isn't allowed to talk about.
All of the things he can't say or the horrors will never, ever stop.
There's a small shelter, not far from where they are staying, and he moves to rest against the balcony then. The wind picks up, ruffling his hair, and he's not sure if the scent of misery and decay is real or imagined. There's a man at the head of the line with the guard who has a list of survivors being kept there. He's begging. Jim knows what he's asking without hearing the words. It's written all over the man in his gestures, bone-deep in his frame.
His breath hitches painfully when he breaks into a wail, and his hands curl tightly on the stone. ]
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[ There was nothing in Spock's past that could give him any sort of framework to go off in dealing with this situation. But he was adept at extrapolating and processing and though his own mind could not conceive of the horror of such a situation, he is familiar enough with history to understand massacres. And knows, in a way he would be loathe to put to words for there is little concrete evidence, that this situation is was a massacre. Perhaps not in the strictest definition of the term, but close enough for Spock to know it counts.
Help will never arrive quickly enough. Spock knows this; the knowledge was burned into his mind the day Vulcan was destroyed. But sometimes, he wonders why it takes so long, why their technology supposedly fails them when they need it most. Technology is not infallible, but so often it fails when the situation is dire - and people have little training to deal when the very structure of their world fails them.
On Vulcan, it was whispered that the minds of humans are filled with lies. Childhood rumors, but a prejudice that stuck, lending to the superiority that Vulcans had over humans. Vulcans knew their logic was flawless and that they spoke only the truth. Spock knew differently, thanks to his mother, and experiences the truth every day, but he has not forgotten.
The reports - if they receive detailed reports at all - will be full of such lies. He cannot refute Jim's comment and does not try, simply nods his head in agreement. ]
There will need to be careful examination of all details contained within reports, verified with eye witnesses and a close look at the various colonies.
[ In other words, Spock wants to discover as much about the situation as possible, because what is the point of Starfleet if not to investigate and solve problems? ]
We will offer as much assistance as is needed, Captain. The Enterprise has her orders, and crew will start arriving in the morning to facilitate.
[ It doesn't occur to Spock to ask about Jim's insistence. Yet. While they might have military training and experience, with battles fought and won and lost, they attempt some semblance of peacekeeping. Help was not a concern.
But Spock does take careful note of Jim's responses. They are unusual enough to be examined, and it is preferable to focus on the captain, rather than the long line of people waiting for help. Spock has already surveyed the line: it is long and the people are malnourished. He estimates at least a five percent decrease in the line by morning, and not because of help arriving. The frustration and anger, amidst the weariness and defeat, is hard to block. ]
I would hear your thoughts about this situation, Captain. How shall we proceed with the councilors?
[ There is no need for such strict formality now, but he keeps to titles and roles, a reminder of why they are present in such a place.
Carefully. I want to keep working towards their end goal of joining the Federation, but I can't turn a blind eye to an obvious tragedy. I want to go to the colony, assist with relocation even off-planet if need be, and make sure that as few people are overlooked as possible.
[ So much death. So much unnecessary loss of life. They've looked over the science behind their self-contained terraforming systems, and it is sound. It isn't without dangers, though. While he can list off a number of issues that might come up in just the reading he has done, his gut tells him that something else is going on. His instincts are screaming at him, and they may not be based on fact, but he can't dismiss what he feels. ]
I'll talk to the Chancellor personally about direct assistance, but I won't take no for an answer. [ It isn't exactly protocol, but he's not backing down or letting go of this easy. He hopes Spock can understand that, even if Jim can't share with him the reasons why. ]
If this was an accident that went terribly wrong, or some kind of sabotage---they aren't going to let us delve far into it. They'll block us, but considering that you've shared with me the advanced nature of the science behind it, I feel pretty confident in assuming that this isn't just a mishap.
We also need to speak to the people, not the politicians involved. I want to know what happened on ground level.
Very well, Jim. A contingent can begin preparations to travel to the colony. Assuming you will personally accompany them, I will inform them to be ready to travel within the next two days.
[ The next day would be another day of diplomatic talks, no chance for the captain to leave to travel to the colony, but it could be arranged after. It is not too surprising to Spock that Jim wants to make the trip himself, but Spock is well aware of the captain's tendency toward wandering into dangerous situations. Ensuring he would travel with others is important. ]
I wish to join you on this. A closer inspection of the colony and the systems contained inside is important for documenting our findings to Starfleet.
[ This isn't just a mishap. Those are not the words Spock would use, but they are a logical point. Spock does not believe in idle speculation and there is not yet enough data to support a hypothesis, but he knows science. He knows what should and should not be possible. The level of contamination, the death of crops, and the failure of multiple life support systems? Are all not entirely possible. Not all at once, not with the spread they have displayed.
He will say nothing, but a closer examination is necessary.
There is more going on in this world than he can see on the surface, but Spock does not trust these men. They are unsettling, as is this world. Perhaps it is the death around them, something that still suits poorly on his shoulders, but he cannot say for certain and does not try to dig deeper. ]
Lieutenant Uhura can round up people and talk to them. She is the best for such a scenario, as she can be quite empathetic.
[ It is a practical solution, one he knows makes the most sense. Uhura, along with her team, can gather people and talk to them, as she is the communications officer. ]
Good. I know I can't get out of the talks with the delegates tomorrow, but I'm going to bring this up in the morning for sure.
[ He knows Spock is being lenient with him, spoiling him even. He's not even supposed to go there with a detachment, he knows. His safety would be put at risk. He knows. He can't let this go, and Jim is pretty sure Spock knows that. He's grateful for it.
His grey uniform jacket is already unzipped, but he shakes his head slowly, caught up in his thoughts, and takes it off, setting it away on the back of a chair. It feels heavy to wear right now, and he knows it's all in his head. He can hear Pike in his head, from all those years ago: You know what the Federation is, right? It's important. ]
Uhura would be good, yeah. Make sure she has all the back-up she needs. There could be riots. [ He says it like it is only a possibility, but he knows in his gut that it will happen, it's only a matter of time. ]
Earlier I heard an estimate of the death toll before the delegates left us for the evening. It's only growing, and---I'm sitting here talking. [ He doesn't mean to Spock, of course. He means the delegates. ] What am I doing?
What we're doing, in Starfleet, as part of the Federation is important. It doesn't mean anything to the people on ground-level right now. We ---have to be careful here. Very careful.
[ Jim knows cause once he was on ground-level of a tragedy of this magnitude. He knows cause it took him years and years to let go of his bitterness and anger of where was Starfleet when we needed them? ]
[ Spock simply watches Jim strip off his jacket, offering nothing until he finishes. This is why Starfleet needed Jim and why Jim is captain.
It is fascinating to watch him think through the situation.
There will be a delegation with Jim, when he goes. Spock will be there, because he does not believe in these men, and it is his duty to watch over his captain. There is a reason why Jim is captain; there is also a reason why Spock is first officer. ]
Uhura will have the necessary back-up. As will Dr. McCoy, when he starts examinations of the individuals here. [ And Spock doubts she will complain about those that, once she realizes the intensity of the situation. ] All bridge staff who venture out will have a member of security with them.
[ All of the bridge crew - all of the Enterprise crew, really - were adept at dealing with hostiles and capable of taking care of themselves in troublesome situations. But they had security for a reason, and Spock would see to it that they took all necessary precautions to avoid injury. ]
Captain - Jim. You are only one man, and while your frustrations at the inability to proceed with prompt action are understandable, we still must maintain trust between the Federation and the people here. Moving swiftly, without cooperation from the local government, could be seen as an act of war.
I want detailed reports from every one of the crew involved down here. Each department, including security.
[ Jim knows in his gut that he has the best crew in the fleet. He knows they will follow the rules to the letter and his orders. They will do everything they can to help these people, provided they will accept the help. He's the captain, because he can make the hard decisions. That's what they call it. Spock is there at his side to keep him level when his own human emotion is a hindrance instead of a guiding hand. Bones is there when his compassion gets the better of him and he needs the kind of counsel he can't get from his first officer. It's a precarious balancing act, but they manage it well. ]
I know that, Commander. [ Perhaps a little more terse than usual. He doesn't mean to be. When he's thinking more clearly, he'll regret the tone. ] I do. They're welcoming our help at the moment, because they feel that if they refuse that it will damage their chances of joining the Federation.
I want to see if we can find out about the government of the colony. The governor and his officials. His security force. Did they bring any of the officials back? Did any of them survive the---malfunction?
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[ They do have the best crew in the fleet. It is fact, one that no one can deny. From their officers to the most junior crew members, each of them has skills and talents that are unparalleled by any. It is why they are so often sent on missions like this, though not the only reason, where the combination of skills from the crew are necessary, and few others could handle the intricacies required.
And despite the trials they have all faced to get to this point, they are still untried, lacking in the experience to handle such delicate operations. Most of them are operating blindly, including Spock.
They will succeed, as Jim has shown him time and time again that there is no other option, but to what degree?
Spock refrains from comment at the illogical order; of course the departments will provide detailed reports, that is part of their assignment on every trip. Spock reads them all, and he knows Jim does actually pay attention to the reports.
But the terse tone does get a raised eyebrow. He does not find it rude, as humans might, but there is a certain surprise. Spock steps forward, to stand at Jim's side. There is the faintest breeze blowing that manages to get beneath the covering on the balcony, and Spock watches as it ruffles Jim's hair. ]
There are a few who survived. From one colony, six of the ten officials survived. Only two survived from another, one Mr. Karidian and his daughter. I will have reports sent to your PADD before I retire for the evening. It is possible to arrange for a dialogue with the officials.
[ He ruminates over the choice of the word 'malfunction'. It appears, on the surface, to be a simple malfunction of engineering, technology gone wrong. Not an impossibility in their world, as it happens time and time again. But the differences in survivors, the technology he has seen - it is set of circumstances he does not entirely comprehend yet.
And so he cannot help but add: ]
Jim, when you visit the colonies, I will join you. I wish to observe these colonies and look at the malfunctions in person, rather than relying on the reports given.
[ It's strange to think of them as untried or untested after so much has happened, but it is true. They'll pass the trials as they come. Like this. They'll get through, Jim knows it.
He casts a glance back when Spock steps up to stand at his side, and he stares very hard at a particular spot on the railing for no reason at all. Something doesn't add up. Something still feels off. Feels wrong. He's not sure what it is. ]
I'd like to find out when they are available to speak, after they're cleared medically.
[ He stands up fully, and makes himself turn away from the line still lingering outside of the relief center. His arms remain crossed tightly over his chest. He tries to offer a smile when he says that he'll join him, but it falls short and the light of it dies out long before it reaches his eyes. ]
I expected nothing less, Spock. There isn't anyone better that I'd want to take a look at it. Right now, though. I---I think we should both try to get some rest. Don't worry about the list tonight, you can send it to me in the morning.
I think I'm ready to turn in, though.
[ He isn't ready, by a long shot, but he can't handle being with anyone right now. What he wants, right then, is to call his friend Thomas on Planet Q. He wants to hear his voice. He wants to hear that he's ok. Thomas is the only good thing that came out of that a very bad time of his life. ]
[ Spock wants to talk to them for his own reasons, though they are possibly, tangentially related to the reasons Jim wants to talk to them. He does not pretend to know Jim's mind on this, but he understands enough to know something deeper is bothering his captain. ]
I shall take my leave then, Jim. [ He does not add that Jim should try to sleep, or offer well wishes for the evening, as that is not customary for him. And he suspects Jim will not sleep comfortably; none of the human crew members will, with the depressing atmosphere of the colony and the frustrations all around them. ] Your schedule for tomorrow is on your PADD, and I will inform you as soon as travel arrangements are made.
[ There are reasons why Spock is the best first officer in the 'Fleet, and though eidetic memory and organizational skills are only a small portion of that reason, they do help. Adding in the fact that he requires only a little sleep, he is a master of efficiency.
Spock bows and turns on his heel, heading for his own rooms granted him for their stay, already composing messages in his head.
It does not take as long as he suspected to arrange for travel. Possibly because he makes the arrangements through an independent travel company he finds, rather than through official channels. One can only gain so much freedom with government officials, as Spock knows all too well, and he is not afraid to put the force of Vulcan, still relatively powerful despite their hardships, behind his request.
Still, they have little free time; juggling meetings is no easy work, even for a Vulcan. But he manages it, and three nights later, Spock finds himself approaching Jim once again, out on the same balcony. ]
Captain. We are free from meetings tomorrow; it will be the best time to visit the colonies. I have already made arrangements, all that is required is your confirmation.
Also, you wished to be informed when the surviving officials from the colonies have been cleared medically. While I have not queried them regarding their desire to speak, I did discover that Mr. Karidian and his daughter are both to be released tomorrow afternoon, which will leave us a short window in the morning to approach while they are in the hospital.
I would not suggest such an action normally, but with such circumstances, paying an unexpected visit might produce unexpected results.
[ He stares out over the landscape. Fewer people in lines now, but that is not promising. The death toll still rises. ]
[ Their regular meetings, on top of the ones that have been scheduled outside of it, mixed with the relief work, are taxing to say the very least. Jim had gone out each day after their final official meeting, and helped with what relief work he could. He'd been down there in those lines, trying to do as much as possible.
It was difficult being out there, past trying to bubble up to and choke him. He swallowed it down. He kept working. He kept helping those he could.
When Spock came to find him a few days after their first conversation, telling him that travel arrangements were made, and two of the survivors of the government were prepared to leave the hospital, he nodded tiredly. He was exhausted, still dirty from being out there on the streets helping with others of his crew. He'd been surprisingly distant and terse with most everyone, but not intentionally. ]
I agree. If something did happen outside of the malfunction, I'd rather not give them the chance to formulate a story with everyone else as to what went down.
[ After that update, it's another night of little sleep before he's dressed in working uniform in order to head to the colony and blend in a little better. It's easy enough to be there when the Karidians are let out of the hospital they are in, and he clocks Lenore from the picture on the PADD. Strangely, there wasn't one of her father.
He goes up to her, putting on the best diplomatic smile he has, and introduces himself as the Captain of the USS Enterprise, offering his sincerest condolences as to the hardships, and explaining that they only hoped to have a moment to try and fully understand what happened at the colony where they were. He's shrugged off rather expertly, it's almost impressive how Lenore manages it, before her father's voice cuts through the air, and it feels like Jim was just cut through to his core. ]
A report was already given as to the details of the accident. My daughter and I have been through a great ordeal, and I find it quite inhuman how someone might prey on an old man and his daughter for answers to questions they have already gotten.
[ Jim, for his part, is too shocked to respond. He knows that voice. How could he forget that voice? That face. He can hear Spock starting to speak in response to the abrupt dismissal despite his captain's sudden lack of ability to speak. ]
[ Jim had stayed with the child they found in the ruins, the only survivor they did find, until they got back from the colony in the chartered shuttlecraft. They'd beamed the child back to the Enterprise and Bones. Then met with the council of delegates to discuss their own findings versus theirs.
It was a lengthy process, and gone well into the evening hours when an emergency channel was suddenly activated. It was Hendorff saying that they'd sustained a casualty while they were packing everything up from their assisting with the survivors from the colony. ]
Hendorff, repeat, say again on the name of the casualty?
[ Jim is already moving, knowing Spock is right behind him without looking, and heading out of the room, ignoring the mad scramble of the delegates behind him. Then he hears the name of the casualty, stops, frozen solid for a second or two, eyes widening, and then he takes off at a run for the outside. He yells to clear a path, trying to fight his way through to where the fallen member of his crew was.
He was supposed to get sent back to the ship. He wasn't supposed to be down there. God--- ]
Riley! [ He pushes through the rest of the way, as Hendorff is trying to keep bystanders away. The other man is injured, blood staining his command gold, and Jim drops down next to him, hands trying to stem the flow of blood. ] It's going to be ok. You're going to be fine. We're going to get you back to the ship.
[ Riley breaks through his assurances, reaching up and grabbing Jim's shirt with a bloodied hand. That voice. I know it. Captain. That voice! ]
Spock? Spock, I need--- [ He isn't sure just what but he needs his first officer with him. His friend with him. ] I-I'm going to move him. I need you and Hendorff on me.
[ There is a delicate balance to dealing with delegates and representing both the Federation and the Enterprise. Spock grew up with an ambassador as a father, so he knows the politicking that goes on, finicky even for a Vulcan. It is a grueling process, one he does not care, but Spock pays attention to the discussions and offers his input when necessary.
He also knows that he is not up to the standard that his father is, let alone his elderly counterpart, and is not entirely capable of the same objectivity as those two aforementioned individuals. When the emergency call goes through and Jim reacts immediately, Spock is aware that he should stay behind and calm the delegates, reassure them and receive reassurances in kind, but he does not. Could not. His loyalty is to Jim, especially in such a situation as this; especially when he has observed behaviors in the captain that do not fall into the normal pattern of observed behavior.
He follows, listens to Riley's mutterings - ramblings that could be dismissed as crazed, but when coupled with information that he has gleaned throughout the day add up to an abhorrent conclusion.
When Jim asks for him, Spock steps up, standing directly at his shoulder, while Hendorff moves to help with lifting Riley carefully. ]
Certainly, Captain. [ Spock's already contacting the transporter room and within the minute, they are beaming aboard the Enterprise, a medical team rushing in to relieve Jim and Hendorff of Riley. ]
[ Jim is quick and careful in lifting Riley up in his arms, adrenaline helping to assist, even as Hendorff does as well. He puts the feeling of blood seeping through his tunic out of his head. He tries to divorce his thoughts from those of Riley's mutterings. He can refocus later.
Right now, they have to get back to the ship. They have to get Riley help.
The younger man's hand is still gripping his shirt in a bloodied fist, and Jim is responding by rote. He knows these words. He used them before, years ago, stuck in the dust and the dirt of an alley with his best friend. ]
It's going to be okay, Riley. Bones is the best, everybody knows that. Everything's going to be fine.
[ In his head, it's an entirely different story. The oppressive nature of the crowd around him, despite being flanked by both security and Spock--- But aunt why do they have phasers if they only want to talk? There's a shout and he shifts the young man in his arms carefully, ready to offer what protection he can bodily if necessary, but it just seems to be the beginnings of upset. They can get out of there before it all goes to hell. They need to get out of there.
Then there is the whir of the transporter, the feeling of displacement that comes with it, and Bones is rushing in with nurses to take Riley from him. For a moment, it doesn't register that they are the people that they are, and he reaches out to grab at Bones's arm to stop him. He assures him, unknowing of the time and place overwhelming the other man's senses, that he's going to be fine, and manages to pry loose still.
He stands, mechanical almost in his motions, as they rush Riley out of the transporter room. Jim knows, in the back of his mind, that he's safe now. They're both safe. No one can touch either of them here, but--- He looks down at himself, there's blood on his tunic, on his hands, and he licks at suddenly dry lips. Then there's a hand on his arm, then shoulder, turning him to face Spock. He knows it's Spock, cause he can hear him talking, muted though it is by the rushing in his ears. Too smart for your own good. That's what Frank said.
His brows knit together in confusion, because he can't fully make out what his First Officer is saying. ]
[ Spock dislikes touching people, as most Vulcans do, but he can put aside general distaste for necessity. And now it is most necessary. So he wraps a hand around Jim's upper arm, then his shoulder, careful not to grip too tight, and making sure his movements were straightforward, without hesitation but also slow enough to not startle Jim.
One of the advantages of a thorough education based on logic is the ability to disseminate information and make connections that other individuals might not see. Spock has always been successful at this; there is a reason he is a scientist. Which means, between everything he has witnessed today, those whispered words of Riley's, and Jim's actions, he can ascertain that something is deeply wrong, something involving Tarsus IV and Karidian. He knows, now, that Jim was there. And he suspects, though it is only a hypothesis at the moment, that Karidian is not who he says he is, and is, in fact, Kodos. But he cannot ascertain that yet.
Spock does not bother repeating himself, simply guides Jim out of the transporter room and to med bay. Riley is the important injury they need to manage, but not all of the nurses are occupied, so he grabs one to scan over Jim. No direct injuries, all of the blood not his, but dehydration and shock.
There are reasons why Spock and Jim clashed so much, and why they are now friends. They are too much alike in certain ways, and Spock cannot leave the captain in the middle of a bustling, busy med bay to suffer shock. So he asks another question, finally: ]
[ Jim is far too lost in his own mind, and the shock overwhelming every last one of his senses to do more than follow his First Officer. The grip is enough to urge him into movement, falling into halting step beside him, with only a shuffle or two to indicate that he might be having difficulty with it.
They started off in the transporter room, but Jim is in a daze as they move towards medical. So much, that after Spock has him seated on a bio-bed, he is lost again in his own thoughts and memories, even as he's given a mostly clean bill of health. Riley needs more attention. Jim's ailments, physical ones at least, can be seen to with water and a shower.
Spock's easy question breaks through something and he looks up in mild confusion. ]
Do I---no. No, I have to stay here with Thomas. He can't look after himself.
[ Spock has no desire to command and does not particularly see the appeal about being placed in a position of making decisions, even though he is quite capable of doing so when need dictates. In this moment, he recognizes that Jim is not as composed as he might appear and also that sickbay is not the right place for him. ]
Jim, it is not Thomas here but Lieutenant Riley. He is in the capable hands of Dr. McCoy. [ Spock speaks quietly, even as he wraps a hand around Jim’s upper arm and helps him off the bio-bed. ] Let us return to your quarters.
[ He all but has to drag Jim out, but Spock can manage that. He has Jim in front of his quarters within minutes, and rather than waiting for the captain to make use of his access codes, uses his own override to open the door. ]
Thomas isn't---? [ For about ten seconds he seems completely baffled, and it reads plainly on his face. Of course Thomas is here. He's been looking after his best friend for over a week now. Who else would be here with him? ]
Right. You're right. [ Even though Spock still has to pull him along, he mostly goes with it, despite his daze. He doesn't even remember making it to his quarters, but once they are inside he shuffles in, blinking slowly. He heads in, sitting on the edge of his bed, and just loses himself to his own thoughts for a moment.
It isn't until his uniform, still covered around the middle in blood, starts to itch at his skin as it dries---that he rouses out of it. He frowns, tugging at it to get it off of him, and tosses it away. His face screws up in obvious upset, and he then barrels into the bathroom, turning on the water to scrub at his hands. The water comes away pink, and he tries not to look at it as it goes down the drain, breath coming ragged and fast. ]
[ Spock has all the patience instilled in him from a young age, even though it is not natural to him. (He is a man of action and movement, even when still.) But he can wait for Kirk to come around, completely unsure of how to help someone in shock; he is no doctor, even if he knows the basics. When Kirk moves to the bathroom, he hovers at the door, allowing his captain some privacy but not wanting to be too far from his friend.
He does cross the room for a minute, retreating to the closet to grab another shirt for Kirk, then returns to the bathroom to wait in the door. ]
Jim, your hands are clean.
[ After a minute, listening to the water running, he says that. Somehow, he doubts Kirk will actually listen to, or if he does, understand that Spock is speaking only literally. ]
Come out here. After today, you must rest.
[ Not that Spock intends to let him rest, not yet. He has questions. But it is a way to get Kirk out of the bathroom. ]
[ Jim has already scrubbed his hands pink by the time he registers what Spock has said, grabs the towel to clean the bit of blood off his torso that soaked through, and returns to the doorway to take the shirt from his friend. His brow furrows, mouth drawn in a tight line, and he shakes his head slowly. ]
I don't want to rest right now.
[ He shuffles towards the bed, pulling the shirt over his head, and takes a seat again. He feels---lost. He half knows where he is and half doesn't. After a few long moments, he looks up at Spock. ]
I thought I left this nightmare behind 13 years ago, Spock. This shouldn't---
[ Of everyone on the ship, Spock is the least equipped to deal with emotional turmoil and he knows this very well. But considering that he has been by Jim's side all day and he has serious reservations about Jim confiding in anyone, let alone someone who lacks the context of today.
So he stays. Follows Jim across the room to sit next to him on the bed, closer than he would normally sit to anyone else. When Jim falls silent, he speaks up, finally. ]
You were on Tarsus, during the unknown attack on the colony. It left over 4,000 individuals dead by the time Starfleet was able to reach the colony and provide assistance. [ It is speculation, but Spock has enough information that he can say it is not merely a guess. ] Lieutenant Riley was involved, and somehow the gentleman we encountered earlier. Who is he, Jim? I have been able to find no information about him, as Karidian seemingly sprang from nowhere.
[ Spock shifts toward him, angling his body so he can study Jim. He would rather not look at Jim, but there is something to be said for studying his expressions. ] Will you share this information with me?
[ At first, Jim only stares. He stares because he can't possibly know. But of course, of all people, Spock would find out. Of course he'd look into it. He's equal parts upset and grateful, but then the story comes out. The story they told after it all happened.
He looks down at his hands, rubbing at an imaginary stain for a moment. ]
Unknown attack. [ He's about to simply go with it, but then Spock brings up Riley. The man from earlier who was Kodos. He had to be. He knew the man's voice and face just as surely as Riley did. He didn't think he'd ever forget him as long as he lived. ] It wasn't---he's---
[ Jim shakes his head minutely, bottom lip quivering of it's own volition. ] I can't, Spock. Please.
[ He wants to. He does. He's so tired of carrying this. He's so tired of knowing that Starfleet has been lying long before Marcus. That there was some kind of corruption even then. Maybe he's more scared to admit that.
That the shadows have been there for longer than either of them could determine. Did it start with the Kelvin? Was it before that? He looks over, eventually, after Spock sits, and something about the way he's studying him causes the break. ]
It wasn't an attack. [ Every breath, every word, feels like a betrayal to the uniform he just took off. The one stained with Riley's blood. The one Spock is wearing now. Even after all these years, he doesn't understand why it all happened. Why it took Starfleet so long to get to them. ] Starfleet lied. It wasn't an attack.
[ There are things - such a vague word, but so encompassing, Spock can understand why individuals make use of the term - events and situations and emotions that can never be put into words. Spock knows this is so, even as the logical aspect of his mind rejects the idea that not everything can be expressed verbally.
This is one of those times for Jim. There is so much in his voice, emotion that Spock can discern, and it gives him pause; Jim, for all his unrestrained emotion, does not display these emotions so flagrantly on a normal basis.
He listens. Spock is capable of infinite patience, when it suits him, in specific situations, though it is not a normal state. So he listens to Jim talk, absorbs the words, and finally responds. ]
Jim. Show me.
[ It will be easier than talking, because Spock can hear the break in his voice, and knows what it means.
In another world, Starfleet might have been admirable. But this is their world, and Spock can no longer trust the Federation or Starfleet much. Not with the lies of Marcus, the blind eye all had turned toward him, the lies that keep coming up from times before. When did they start? But no, that is speculation and not something to which Spock is given. So instead, he focuses on Jim, shifting closer, hand raised. ]
Show me. [ He repeats it, as though it is necessary. ] It will go faster than attempting to talk.
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Other parts of the world were still being colonized, though, in these little pockets of life. Most of which went off without a hitch. They came to find out, from the jeering coming down the streets one afternoon, that not all of them did. One, fairly recently, had failed catastrophically, sent out a call for help too late, and by the time a response had come---martial law had taken over. Almost half the population of that colony had been executed by the ruling body. They were still pulling together numbers of the dead.
Jim, wearing his dress greys, was beckoned away from the jeering crowds they could see from the balcony, jaw clenching hard enough to radiate pain up his face. His change in attitude from simple negotiations to a crisis situation was swift. He started asking after what relief effort was happening, where the survivors were being kept, what was being done to those responsible, and if there was anything they could do to help. They tried to block him from getting too embroiled, concerned this would hurt their chances at becoming a part of the vaunted United Federation of Planets, but he assured them that was hardly the case.
These people had a need, a great one, and if they could do something to help, they would be remiss. What kind of Federation would they be if they couldn't help those who needed it most. He tried to swallow back how much this was shaking him. Offered a smile for those press people involved, and turned his full attention to the councilor in charge. They put their heads and their resources together to right this as much as possible. The sun had gone down by the time the talks showed any sign of slowing for the day, and people began to file out. Jim's grey jacket was unbuttoned and unzipped, hanging open to show his black undershirt, and he was out on the balcony again, watching the people still milling about in the streets during the trials of those responsible. His coffee, or what passed for coffee on this world, sat about three hours cold on a desk to his left. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, and he could hear the wailing of a woman not far from them.
It made him sick to his core. It dredged up old memories he tried to bury over 13 years before all this. It was one of the reasons he hadn't believed in Starfleet to start. All of those insecurities, all of that horror--- He glanced back as he saw a shape move out of the corner of his mind, and relaxed his posture a bit. ]
Is there something on your mind, Spock?
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Corenistun II had sparked interest, but now, after experiencing the world firsthand and hearing even a few stories about these colonies, these little pockets of life that were curiosities themselves, left him mistrusting of the situation. He knows politicians, for he was raised by a diplomat and surrounded all his life by a people who made it a point to withhold information from the galaxy, and he could see subterfuge going on display all afternoon. They spoke pleasant words, with appropriate gravitas, and displayed no lack of concern. But their promises held little weight, especially when it had taken so long for help to arrive and terror was still running supreme in some areas.
Were this distant worlds, Spock might have understood why help was so long in arriving, why distress calls went unheeded - if there were distress calls. But these are colonies, where distance is measured in kilometers and not light years, and with sufficient technology, which the world is clearly capable of, communication should have been nearly instantaneous.
It was an unsettling thought, one he kept circling as he mentally reviewed the day and the situation, and compiled his report to put into written form later.
He noticed when the captain ventured out onto the balcony, and as the last of the planetary delegates took their leave, decided to join the other man. It had not escaped his notice that Jim had pushed a little harder, demanded answers in a voice that was charming but contained more steel than he usually brought out on planetary missions.
He waited a moment to respond, formulating his words with more than usual - though they were alone in the room, he did not trust the people of the planet. ]
I have many thoughts, Captain, though most of them are unessential and will be eased by the detailed report we have been promised.
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It takes no time at all for a distress call to be swallowed up by the void of space and distance and time. It takes minutes for worlds to be turned upside down. It takes weeks for help to arrive. Monsters don't lurk in the depths of space or the secret areas of an unknown world. They lurk in people. Like Marcus. Like---he pulls in a breath when Spock starts to respond, and uses it as a lifeline, letting it buoy him out of the waves dragging him down in his mind. ]
Detailed report. [ There's no small amount of doubt that colors his tone. ] I have my doubts about the validity of what reports we'll be given by our hosts.
That aside, I want to offer as much assistance as we can. Equipment, supplies, personnel. There are still a lot of their people out there that need to be brought back here to the capitol.
[ He shifts from where he's leaning against the wall, drops his arms, and looks back towards Spock, meets his eyes for barely a second, and then drops them. He can't---Spock is too keen in his observational skills. Right now he feels if he looks too long or too hard, then he'll see all of the ugly truths hiding behind his eyes. All the things he isn't allowed to talk about.
All of the things he can't say or the horrors will never, ever stop.
There's a small shelter, not far from where they are staying, and he moves to rest against the balcony then. The wind picks up, ruffling his hair, and he's not sure if the scent of misery and decay is real or imagined. There's a man at the head of the line with the guard who has a list of survivors being kept there. He's begging. Jim knows what he's asking without hearing the words. It's written all over the man in his gestures, bone-deep in his frame.
His breath hitches painfully when he breaks into a wail, and his hands curl tightly on the stone. ]
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Help will never arrive quickly enough. Spock knows this; the knowledge was burned into his mind the day Vulcan was destroyed. But sometimes, he wonders why it takes so long, why their technology supposedly fails them when they need it most. Technology is not infallible, but so often it fails when the situation is dire - and people have little training to deal when the very structure of their world fails them.
On Vulcan, it was whispered that the minds of humans are filled with lies. Childhood rumors, but a prejudice that stuck, lending to the superiority that Vulcans had over humans. Vulcans knew their logic was flawless and that they spoke only the truth. Spock knew differently, thanks to his mother, and experiences the truth every day, but he has not forgotten.
The reports - if they receive detailed reports at all - will be full of such lies. He cannot refute Jim's comment and does not try, simply nods his head in agreement. ]
There will need to be careful examination of all details contained within reports, verified with eye witnesses and a close look at the various colonies.
[ In other words, Spock wants to discover as much about the situation as possible, because what is the point of Starfleet if not to investigate and solve problems? ]
We will offer as much assistance as is needed, Captain. The Enterprise has her orders, and crew will start arriving in the morning to facilitate.
[ It doesn't occur to Spock to ask about Jim's insistence. Yet. While they might have military training and experience, with battles fought and won and lost, they attempt some semblance of peacekeeping. Help was not a concern.
But Spock does take careful note of Jim's responses. They are unusual enough to be examined, and it is preferable to focus on the captain, rather than the long line of people waiting for help. Spock has already surveyed the line: it is long and the people are malnourished. He estimates at least a five percent decrease in the line by morning, and not because of help arriving. The frustration and anger, amidst the weariness and defeat, is hard to block. ]
I would hear your thoughts about this situation, Captain. How shall we proceed with the councilors?
[ There is no need for such strict formality now, but he keeps to titles and roles, a reminder of why they are present in such a place.
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[ So much death. So much unnecessary loss of life. They've looked over the science behind their self-contained terraforming systems, and it is sound. It isn't without dangers, though. While he can list off a number of issues that might come up in just the reading he has done, his gut tells him that something else is going on. His instincts are screaming at him, and they may not be based on fact, but he can't dismiss what he feels. ]
I'll talk to the Chancellor personally about direct assistance, but I won't take no for an answer. [ It isn't exactly protocol, but he's not backing down or letting go of this easy. He hopes Spock can understand that, even if Jim can't share with him the reasons why. ]
If this was an accident that went terribly wrong, or some kind of sabotage---they aren't going to let us delve far into it. They'll block us, but considering that you've shared with me the advanced nature of the science behind it, I feel pretty confident in assuming that this isn't just a mishap.
We also need to speak to the people, not the politicians involved. I want to know what happened on ground level.
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[ The next day would be another day of diplomatic talks, no chance for the captain to leave to travel to the colony, but it could be arranged after. It is not too surprising to Spock that Jim wants to make the trip himself, but Spock is well aware of the captain's tendency toward wandering into dangerous situations. Ensuring he would travel with others is important. ]
I wish to join you on this. A closer inspection of the colony and the systems contained inside is important for documenting our findings to Starfleet.
[ This isn't just a mishap. Those are not the words Spock would use, but they are a logical point. Spock does not believe in idle speculation and there is not yet enough data to support a hypothesis, but he knows science. He knows what should and should not be possible. The level of contamination, the death of crops, and the failure of multiple life support systems? Are all not entirely possible. Not all at once, not with the spread they have displayed.
He will say nothing, but a closer examination is necessary.
There is more going on in this world than he can see on the surface, but Spock does not trust these men. They are unsettling, as is this world. Perhaps it is the death around them, something that still suits poorly on his shoulders, but he cannot say for certain and does not try to dig deeper. ]
Lieutenant Uhura can round up people and talk to them. She is the best for such a scenario, as she can be quite empathetic.
[ It is a practical solution, one he knows makes the most sense. Uhura, along with her team, can gather people and talk to them, as she is the communications officer. ]
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[ He knows Spock is being lenient with him, spoiling him even. He's not even supposed to go there with a detachment, he knows. His safety would be put at risk. He knows. He can't let this go, and Jim is pretty sure Spock knows that. He's grateful for it.
His grey uniform jacket is already unzipped, but he shakes his head slowly, caught up in his thoughts, and takes it off, setting it away on the back of a chair. It feels heavy to wear right now, and he knows it's all in his head. He can hear Pike in his head, from all those years ago: You know what the Federation is, right? It's important. ]
Uhura would be good, yeah. Make sure she has all the back-up she needs. There could be riots. [ He says it like it is only a possibility, but he knows in his gut that it will happen, it's only a matter of time. ]
Earlier I heard an estimate of the death toll before the delegates left us for the evening. It's only growing, and---I'm sitting here talking. [ He doesn't mean to Spock, of course. He means the delegates. ] What am I doing?
What we're doing, in Starfleet, as part of the Federation is important. It doesn't mean anything to the people on ground-level right now. We ---have to be careful here. Very careful.
[ Jim knows cause once he was on ground-level of a tragedy of this magnitude. He knows cause it took him years and years to let go of his bitterness and anger of where was Starfleet when we needed them? ]
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It is fascinating to watch him think through the situation.
There will be a delegation with Jim, when he goes. Spock will be there, because he does not believe in these men, and it is his duty to watch over his captain. There is a reason why Jim is captain; there is also a reason why Spock is first officer. ]
Uhura will have the necessary back-up. As will Dr. McCoy, when he starts examinations of the individuals here. [ And Spock doubts she will complain about those that, once she realizes the intensity of the situation. ] All bridge staff who venture out will have a member of security with them.
[ All of the bridge crew - all of the Enterprise crew, really - were adept at dealing with hostiles and capable of taking care of themselves in troublesome situations. But they had security for a reason, and Spock would see to it that they took all necessary precautions to avoid injury. ]
Captain - Jim. You are only one man, and while your frustrations at the inability to proceed with prompt action are understandable, we still must maintain trust between the Federation and the people here. Moving swiftly, without cooperation from the local government, could be seen as an act of war.
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[ Jim knows in his gut that he has the best crew in the fleet. He knows they will follow the rules to the letter and his orders. They will do everything they can to help these people, provided they will accept the help. He's the captain, because he can make the hard decisions. That's what they call it. Spock is there at his side to keep him level when his own human emotion is a hindrance instead of a guiding hand. Bones is there when his compassion gets the better of him and he needs the kind of counsel he can't get from his first officer. It's a precarious balancing act, but they manage it well. ]
I know that, Commander. [ Perhaps a little more terse than usual. He doesn't mean to be. When he's thinking more clearly, he'll regret the tone. ] I do. They're welcoming our help at the moment, because they feel that if they refuse that it will damage their chances of joining the Federation.
I want to see if we can find out about the government of the colony. The governor and his officials. His security force. Did they bring any of the officials back? Did any of them survive the---malfunction?
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And despite the trials they have all faced to get to this point, they are still untried, lacking in the experience to handle such delicate operations. Most of them are operating blindly, including Spock.
They will succeed, as Jim has shown him time and time again that there is no other option, but to what degree?
Spock refrains from comment at the illogical order; of course the departments will provide detailed reports, that is part of their assignment on every trip. Spock reads them all, and he knows Jim does actually pay attention to the reports.
But the terse tone does get a raised eyebrow. He does not find it rude, as humans might, but there is a certain surprise. Spock steps forward, to stand at Jim's side. There is the faintest breeze blowing that manages to get beneath the covering on the balcony, and Spock watches as it ruffles Jim's hair. ]
There are a few who survived. From one colony, six of the ten officials survived. Only two survived from another, one Mr. Karidian and his daughter. I will have reports sent to your PADD before I retire for the evening. It is possible to arrange for a dialogue with the officials.
[ He ruminates over the choice of the word 'malfunction'. It appears, on the surface, to be a simple malfunction of engineering, technology gone wrong. Not an impossibility in their world, as it happens time and time again. But the differences in survivors, the technology he has seen - it is set of circumstances he does not entirely comprehend yet.
And so he cannot help but add: ]
Jim, when you visit the colonies, I will join you. I wish to observe these colonies and look at the malfunctions in person, rather than relying on the reports given.
that was my heart it's fine.
He casts a glance back when Spock steps up to stand at his side, and he stares very hard at a particular spot on the railing for no reason at all. Something doesn't add up. Something still feels off. Feels wrong. He's not sure what it is. ]
I'd like to find out when they are available to speak, after they're cleared medically.
[ He stands up fully, and makes himself turn away from the line still lingering outside of the relief center. His arms remain crossed tightly over his chest. He tries to offer a smile when he says that he'll join him, but it falls short and the light of it dies out long before it reaches his eyes. ]
I expected nothing less, Spock. There isn't anyone better that I'd want to take a look at it. Right now, though. I---I think we should both try to get some rest. Don't worry about the list tonight, you can send it to me in the morning.
I think I'm ready to turn in, though.
[ He isn't ready, by a long shot, but he can't handle being with anyone right now. What he wants, right then, is to call his friend Thomas on Planet Q. He wants to hear his voice. He wants to hear that he's ok. Thomas is the only good thing that came out of that a very bad time of his life. ]
sorry not sorry!
[ Spock wants to talk to them for his own reasons, though they are possibly, tangentially related to the reasons Jim wants to talk to them. He does not pretend to know Jim's mind on this, but he understands enough to know something deeper is bothering his captain. ]
I shall take my leave then, Jim. [ He does not add that Jim should try to sleep, or offer well wishes for the evening, as that is not customary for him. And he suspects Jim will not sleep comfortably; none of the human crew members will, with the depressing atmosphere of the colony and the frustrations all around them. ] Your schedule for tomorrow is on your PADD, and I will inform you as soon as travel arrangements are made.
[ There are reasons why Spock is the best first officer in the 'Fleet, and though eidetic memory and organizational skills are only a small portion of that reason, they do help. Adding in the fact that he requires only a little sleep, he is a master of efficiency.
Spock bows and turns on his heel, heading for his own rooms granted him for their stay, already composing messages in his head.
It does not take as long as he suspected to arrange for travel. Possibly because he makes the arrangements through an independent travel company he finds, rather than through official channels. One can only gain so much freedom with government officials, as Spock knows all too well, and he is not afraid to put the force of Vulcan, still relatively powerful despite their hardships, behind his request.
Still, they have little free time; juggling meetings is no easy work, even for a Vulcan. But he manages it, and three nights later, Spock finds himself approaching Jim once again, out on the same balcony. ]
Captain. We are free from meetings tomorrow; it will be the best time to visit the colonies. I have already made arrangements, all that is required is your confirmation.
Also, you wished to be informed when the surviving officials from the colonies have been cleared medically. While I have not queried them regarding their desire to speak, I did discover that Mr. Karidian and his daughter are both to be released tomorrow afternoon, which will leave us a short window in the morning to approach while they are in the hospital.
I would not suggest such an action normally, but with such circumstances, paying an unexpected visit might produce unexpected results.
[ He stares out over the landscape. Fewer people in lines now, but that is not promising. The death toll still rises. ]
this is why we can't have nice things
It was difficult being out there, past trying to bubble up to and choke him. He swallowed it down. He kept working. He kept helping those he could.
When Spock came to find him a few days after their first conversation, telling him that travel arrangements were made, and two of the survivors of the government were prepared to leave the hospital, he nodded tiredly. He was exhausted, still dirty from being out there on the streets helping with others of his crew. He'd been surprisingly distant and terse with most everyone, but not intentionally. ]
I agree. If something did happen outside of the malfunction, I'd rather not give them the chance to formulate a story with everyone else as to what went down.
[ After that update, it's another night of little sleep before he's dressed in working uniform in order to head to the colony and blend in a little better. It's easy enough to be there when the Karidians are let out of the hospital they are in, and he clocks Lenore from the picture on the PADD. Strangely, there wasn't one of her father.
He goes up to her, putting on the best diplomatic smile he has, and introduces himself as the Captain of the USS Enterprise, offering his sincerest condolences as to the hardships, and explaining that they only hoped to have a moment to try and fully understand what happened at the colony where they were. He's shrugged off rather expertly, it's almost impressive how Lenore manages it, before her father's voice cuts through the air, and it feels like Jim was just cut through to his core. ]
A report was already given as to the details of the accident. My daughter and I have been through a great ordeal, and I find it quite inhuman how someone might prey on an old man and his daughter for answers to questions they have already gotten.
[ Jim, for his part, is too shocked to respond. He knows that voice. How could he forget that voice? That face. He can hear Spock starting to speak in response to the abrupt dismissal despite his captain's sudden lack of ability to speak. ]
these are perfectly nice, by a certain painful definition of nice
thanks for that, mr. spock.
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It was a lengthy process, and gone well into the evening hours when an emergency channel was suddenly activated. It was Hendorff saying that they'd sustained a casualty while they were packing everything up from their assisting with the survivors from the colony. ]
Hendorff, repeat, say again on the name of the casualty?
[ Jim is already moving, knowing Spock is right behind him without looking, and heading out of the room, ignoring the mad scramble of the delegates behind him. Then he hears the name of the casualty, stops, frozen solid for a second or two, eyes widening, and then he takes off at a run for the outside. He yells to clear a path, trying to fight his way through to where the fallen member of his crew was.
He was supposed to get sent back to the ship. He wasn't supposed to be down there. God--- ]
Riley! [ He pushes through the rest of the way, as Hendorff is trying to keep bystanders away. The other man is injured, blood staining his command gold, and Jim drops down next to him, hands trying to stem the flow of blood. ] It's going to be ok. You're going to be fine. We're going to get you back to the ship.
[ Riley breaks through his assurances, reaching up and grabbing Jim's shirt with a bloodied hand. That voice. I know it. Captain. That voice! ]
Spock? Spock, I need--- [ He isn't sure just what but he needs his first officer with him. His friend with him. ] I-I'm going to move him. I need you and Hendorff on me.
We're going back to the ship.
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He also knows that he is not up to the standard that his father is, let alone his elderly counterpart, and is not entirely capable of the same objectivity as those two aforementioned individuals. When the emergency call goes through and Jim reacts immediately, Spock is aware that he should stay behind and calm the delegates, reassure them and receive reassurances in kind, but he does not. Could not. His loyalty is to Jim, especially in such a situation as this; especially when he has observed behaviors in the captain that do not fall into the normal pattern of observed behavior.
He follows, listens to Riley's mutterings - ramblings that could be dismissed as crazed, but when coupled with information that he has gleaned throughout the day add up to an abhorrent conclusion.
When Jim asks for him, Spock steps up, standing directly at his shoulder, while Hendorff moves to help with lifting Riley carefully. ]
Certainly, Captain. [ Spock's already contacting the transporter room and within the minute, they are beaming aboard the Enterprise, a medical team rushing in to relieve Jim and Hendorff of Riley. ]
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Right now, they have to get back to the ship. They have to get Riley help.
The younger man's hand is still gripping his shirt in a bloodied fist, and Jim is responding by rote. He knows these words. He used them before, years ago, stuck in the dust and the dirt of an alley with his best friend. ]
It's going to be okay, Riley. Bones is the best, everybody knows that. Everything's going to be fine.
[ In his head, it's an entirely different story. The oppressive nature of the crowd around him, despite being flanked by both security and Spock--- But aunt why do they have phasers if they only want to talk? There's a shout and he shifts the young man in his arms carefully, ready to offer what protection he can bodily if necessary, but it just seems to be the beginnings of upset. They can get out of there before it all goes to hell. They need to get out of there.
Then there is the whir of the transporter, the feeling of displacement that comes with it, and Bones is rushing in with nurses to take Riley from him. For a moment, it doesn't register that they are the people that they are, and he reaches out to grab at Bones's arm to stop him. He assures him, unknowing of the time and place overwhelming the other man's senses, that he's going to be fine, and manages to pry loose still.
He stands, mechanical almost in his motions, as they rush Riley out of the transporter room. Jim knows, in the back of his mind, that he's safe now. They're both safe. No one can touch either of them here, but--- He looks down at himself, there's blood on his tunic, on his hands, and he licks at suddenly dry lips. Then there's a hand on his arm, then shoulder, turning him to face Spock. He knows it's Spock, cause he can hear him talking, muted though it is by the rushing in his ears. Too smart for your own good. That's what Frank said.
His brows knit together in confusion, because he can't fully make out what his First Officer is saying. ]
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One of the advantages of a thorough education based on logic is the ability to disseminate information and make connections that other individuals might not see. Spock has always been successful at this; there is a reason he is a scientist. Which means, between everything he has witnessed today, those whispered words of Riley's, and Jim's actions, he can ascertain that something is deeply wrong, something involving Tarsus IV and Karidian. He knows, now, that Jim was there. And he suspects, though it is only a hypothesis at the moment, that Karidian is not who he says he is, and is, in fact, Kodos. But he cannot ascertain that yet.
Spock does not bother repeating himself, simply guides Jim out of the transporter room and to med bay. Riley is the important injury they need to manage, but not all of the nurses are occupied, so he grabs one to scan over Jim. No direct injuries, all of the blood not his, but dehydration and shock.
There are reasons why Spock and Jim clashed so much, and why they are now friends. They are too much alike in certain ways, and Spock cannot leave the captain in the middle of a bustling, busy med bay to suffer shock. So he asks another question, finally: ]
Jim, do you wish to return to your quarters?
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They started off in the transporter room, but Jim is in a daze as they move towards medical. So much, that after Spock has him seated on a bio-bed, he is lost again in his own thoughts and memories, even as he's given a mostly clean bill of health. Riley needs more attention. Jim's ailments, physical ones at least, can be seen to with water and a shower.
Spock's easy question breaks through something and he looks up in mild confusion. ]
Do I---no. No, I have to stay here with Thomas. He can't look after himself.
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Jim, it is not Thomas here but Lieutenant Riley. He is in the capable hands of Dr. McCoy. [ Spock speaks quietly, even as he wraps a hand around Jim’s upper arm and helps him off the bio-bed. ] Let us return to your quarters.
[ He all but has to drag Jim out, but Spock can manage that. He has Jim in front of his quarters within minutes, and rather than waiting for the captain to make use of his access codes, uses his own override to open the door. ]
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Right. You're right. [ Even though Spock still has to pull him along, he mostly goes with it, despite his daze. He doesn't even remember making it to his quarters, but once they are inside he shuffles in, blinking slowly. He heads in, sitting on the edge of his bed, and just loses himself to his own thoughts for a moment.
It isn't until his uniform, still covered around the middle in blood, starts to itch at his skin as it dries---that he rouses out of it. He frowns, tugging at it to get it off of him, and tosses it away. His face screws up in obvious upset, and he then barrels into the bathroom, turning on the water to scrub at his hands. The water comes away pink, and he tries not to look at it as it goes down the drain, breath coming ragged and fast. ]
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He does cross the room for a minute, retreating to the closet to grab another shirt for Kirk, then returns to the bathroom to wait in the door. ]
Jim, your hands are clean.
[ After a minute, listening to the water running, he says that. Somehow, he doubts Kirk will actually listen to, or if he does, understand that Spock is speaking only literally. ]
Come out here. After today, you must rest.
[ Not that Spock intends to let him rest, not yet. He has questions. But it is a way to get Kirk out of the bathroom. ]
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I don't want to rest right now.
[ He shuffles towards the bed, pulling the shirt over his head, and takes a seat again. He feels---lost. He half knows where he is and half doesn't. After a few long moments, he looks up at Spock. ]
I thought I left this nightmare behind 13 years ago, Spock. This shouldn't---
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So he stays. Follows Jim across the room to sit next to him on the bed, closer than he would normally sit to anyone else. When Jim falls silent, he speaks up, finally. ]
You were on Tarsus, during the unknown attack on the colony. It left over 4,000 individuals dead by the time Starfleet was able to reach the colony and provide assistance. [ It is speculation, but Spock has enough information that he can say it is not merely a guess. ] Lieutenant Riley was involved, and somehow the gentleman we encountered earlier. Who is he, Jim? I have been able to find no information about him, as Karidian seemingly sprang from nowhere.
[ Spock shifts toward him, angling his body so he can study Jim. He would rather not look at Jim, but there is something to be said for studying his expressions. ] Will you share this information with me?
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He looks down at his hands, rubbing at an imaginary stain for a moment. ]
Unknown attack. [ He's about to simply go with it, but then Spock brings up Riley. The man from earlier who was Kodos. He had to be. He knew the man's voice and face just as surely as Riley did. He didn't think he'd ever forget him as long as he lived. ] It wasn't---he's---
[ Jim shakes his head minutely, bottom lip quivering of it's own volition. ] I can't, Spock. Please.
[ He wants to. He does. He's so tired of carrying this. He's so tired of knowing that Starfleet has been lying long before Marcus. That there was some kind of corruption even then. Maybe he's more scared to admit that.
That the shadows have been there for longer than either of them could determine. Did it start with the Kelvin? Was it before that? He looks over, eventually, after Spock sits, and something about the way he's studying him causes the break. ]
It wasn't an attack. [ Every breath, every word, feels like a betrayal to the uniform he just took off. The one stained with Riley's blood. The one Spock is wearing now. Even after all these years, he doesn't understand why it all happened. Why it took Starfleet so long to get to them. ] Starfleet lied. It wasn't an attack.
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This is one of those times for Jim. There is so much in his voice, emotion that Spock can discern, and it gives him pause; Jim, for all his unrestrained emotion, does not display these emotions so flagrantly on a normal basis.
He listens. Spock is capable of infinite patience, when it suits him, in specific situations, though it is not a normal state. So he listens to Jim talk, absorbs the words, and finally responds. ]
Jim. Show me.
[ It will be easier than talking, because Spock can hear the break in his voice, and knows what it means.
In another world, Starfleet might have been admirable. But this is their world, and Spock can no longer trust the Federation or Starfleet much. Not with the lies of Marcus, the blind eye all had turned toward him, the lies that keep coming up from times before. When did they start? But no, that is speculation and not something to which Spock is given. So instead, he focuses on Jim, shifting closer, hand raised. ]
Show me. [ He repeats it, as though it is necessary. ] It will go faster than attempting to talk.
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