(Mirrorverse) One Down, One to Go

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Everything was ready to go, packaged up as tightly as he could manage without the benefit of having his stronger first officer to help him haul it. Pike had only glanced once across his quarters, many fond memories there. He had a small package to help with those memories tucked into his packs, something that had been difficult to acquire without anyone seeing. Thankfully, the security cameras had very good resolution and were capable of giving photos that could be taken along.

He had only two last errands before he left the ship entirely. Pike had tucked his packs into the transporter room Spock had rigged to work for universal transport and then locked the room down so they could not be accessed. The probes were incredibly useful in knowing where his crew was around him so he could move from corridor to corridor without notice. He walked straight-backed towards sickbay, eyes forward but constantly paying attention to his surroundings.

There was no mind paid to anyone within sickbay, but he did reach out to the probes contained within. Would they feel different, after time in McCoy's hands? They responded just the same to his touch, as he had hoped they would. He only had to give the merest command before he had Kirk's location, and he walked up to the door. He glanced behind him, then concentrated on the single override code above his chief medical officer's. The door opened, and stepped inside to see what McCoy had done with Kirk.

[OOC: If the information about Kirk's whereabouts is incorrect, please send me a message but that is the latest information I know of.]

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"You tried to take away everything important to me," Pike began calmly as he maneuvered flesh, studying it carefully, "my ship, my captaincy, my very life." He slid his thumb across the scrotum carefully, rolling the lumps of the testicles in his palms to locate the space above them. Nerves, cords, blood vessels ran up from the testicles into the body.

"Normally, I just take their lives from them and make sure the rest of the crew has a reminder of what it means to attempt assassination against me. For you, though, I believe you deserve something different." He would have to be very quick, or he would risk Kirk bleeding out.

The dagger sliced into flesh with honed ease, his fingers around the other side of the flesh to make sure he did not go all the way through. He could feel the tip against the inside of the thin flesh, and made sure the one clean sweep took care of everything he needed to in one go. He curled his fingertips, blood pouring into his palm, and felt the twin bloody lumps as they separated from the body and into his leather grasp.

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Kirk's eyes flew wide at the pain, and then clenched shut, his hands fisting in their restraints as the cry he could not suppress escaped his lips in a sharp, gravelly moan.

And then he was drifting, the black rising to meet him with a certainty that was the only comfort available to him anymore. He hurled himself towards it, not caring whether that escape was surrender or not. It didn't matter.

His body went limp.

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The remains were neatly deposited into a plastic tray, left by Kirk's body. Pike laid his hand flat on the biobed and with only a thought, the probes came in their hundreds and removed the filth from his hands and gloves. Pike looked over Kirk, nodding only once, then walked from the small room.

He leaned over to the nearest comm, turning it to shipwide announcement, and spoke clearly, "Doctor McCoy to Sickbay for an emergency. Doctor McCoy to Sickbay." His finger slid off the control, and Pike left Sickbay all together to his next meeting.

Potentially, perhaps hopefully, it would involve far less blood than this meeting had. One down, one to go.