“Oh, but Captain, there would be no fun in telling you beforehand; take a look for yourself. Open up one of those torpedoes as I suggested, and see what you find.” The prisoner crooned, eyes glinted through his cold demeanour; though his amusement was apparent, it was not displayed upon his face.
It wasn’t so much the words as the way he said them that had Kirk on the precipice of giving way to his anger. Holding it all back to deny Harrison the pleasure of seeing even a single flicker of emotion passing over his face. Channelling his inner vulcan, if you will. “A surprise to be treasured, I’ll bet,” there was a forced lightness to his tone, a tightness about his lips. Clearly the channelling wasn’t going so well. “To bad you’re gonna be stuck here for most of the ride.”
So he was able to get a rouse out of him; how terribly amusing indeed, the faint means of a smirk twitching at the corner of John’s lips. “Your commanders committed a crime that I cannot forgive; it was they who chose to start this. I am only doing what I need to.”
Oh what he wouldn’t give to have the glass removed. To feel his fist connect with the side of the smug bastard’s head. Repeatedly. “What you need to do, huh? I just- help me out here,” as he neared the partition at a wary pace, Kirk’s eyes narrowed. “What exactly will we find down there?”
“Oh, Captain…” John crooned in an antagonising manner, out to rouse some form of response, though it was subtle to begin with. “You think that my actions are unjustified; you are wrong. I had every reason for doing what I did. My reasons lie within those coordinates and those torpedoes, that much I can assure you.” He commented, his hands settling behind his back.
"A reason for what? All that damned slaughter?" Damn it. Cursing wildly in his mind, Jim knew he was playing for a reaction, and he’d stupidly given him one. Idiot. Why hadn’t he’d taken Bones’ advice and left him be? With so many questions unanswered, he simply couldn’t ignore their prisoner, not when he stood mere decks below. Not when he’d made this personal. Kirk took a step forward, cold eyes boring through the glass.
-A grin brightens Jim’s face. That was good to hear. At least something was going right in someone’s life-
Things… could definitely be better. Chasing fugitives across the galaxy does take a lot out of you.
“I assure you, there is little point in me wasting my energy attempting an escape.” The rogue retorted, his expression void of emotion upon glancing up to the other. “I take it that you have taken an interest in those coordinates I gave you?”
He had a point. With the amount of armed personnel on board, it would be foolish of him to try. “We’re looking into it,” came another clipped answer. Even on the other side, Jim kept his distance. He had his best man on the job. Scotty was sure to get results within the week. Not that he would tell this man anything. There was always the overbearing thought that he was up to something.
( I did not think I’d be missed at all, gosh ;n;
/curls up on your lap )
captjimkirk started following you
“Captain…” The prisoner greeted in a low droll past the glass of his containment room, quietly surprised; he had not expected for Kirk to return for a second visit. “To what do I owe this pleasure yet again?”
Truth be told, Kirk felt no safer on the opposite side of the glass. Jeez, did this guy ever quit with the whole menacing act? Always standing, waiting for something. It harrowed the Captain’s mind. “Making sure you’re right where you belong, that’s all,” Kirk answered easily, eyes locking through the panel. “Can’t be too careful.”
As captain of this ship, Leonard, I think I’m entitled to do just that.
Jim Kirk, you might wanna rethink that statement. You realize that, as CMO, as your doctor, I’ve got the power to ground you? Best behave, captain.
For calling you by the name your mama gave ya? Doesn’t seem like a very solid reason for grounding, Bones.
You’re damn right I do. You’re good people. -He pets the fuzzball hanging from his nose-