A Newcomer Arrives
Jul. 24th, 2009 08:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mirroredcommandUnfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you were, no one was in the transporter room when it suddenly came to life. Engineering could do nothing about its malfunctioning without the needed supplies very shortly to be picked up from the nearby Starbase (just finally coming into view in the far distance). A figure flickered into view, almost vanished, then strengthened.
In the half-formed light, a familiar face stood on the transporter pad in unfamiliar clothing. He wore a sleeveless golden shirt with a golden sash around his waist, high black boots and black trousers. Over the golden shirt though was a black leather vest, and leather gloves on his hands. The insignia on his golden shirt was nothing this universe had ever seen.
The face he wore? Christopher Richard Pike.
The face was the same, about the same age he was now, with a scruff of a beard. His eyes were the biggest change. Colder, much colder.
The image flickered out again, and when it settled, there stood Christopher Pike, complete in a neatly pressed, normal command uniform. Except that he was still wearing a pair of black leather gloves.
“…the hell?” He looked around slowly. Something was off, immediately. This did not look like his ships transporter room, just… very close to it. He eyed the symbol on the wall, snorted, and looked at himself. His brows rose, he turned a sleeve over, and he scowled. Something had happened. He just wasn't sure what. With an air of strength and command around him, Pike walked out of the transporter room and turned down the hall, heading towards the bridge.
“…where the fuck am I?”
In the half-formed light, a familiar face stood on the transporter pad in unfamiliar clothing. He wore a sleeveless golden shirt with a golden sash around his waist, high black boots and black trousers. Over the golden shirt though was a black leather vest, and leather gloves on his hands. The insignia on his golden shirt was nothing this universe had ever seen.
The face he wore? Christopher Richard Pike.
The face was the same, about the same age he was now, with a scruff of a beard. His eyes were the biggest change. Colder, much colder.
The image flickered out again, and when it settled, there stood Christopher Pike, complete in a neatly pressed, normal command uniform. Except that he was still wearing a pair of black leather gloves.
“…the hell?” He looked around slowly. Something was off, immediately. This did not look like his ships transporter room, just… very close to it. He eyed the symbol on the wall, snorted, and looked at himself. His brows rose, he turned a sleeve over, and he scowled. Something had happened. He just wasn't sure what. With an air of strength and command around him, Pike walked out of the transporter room and turned down the hall, heading towards the bridge.
“…where the fuck am I?”
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Date: 2009-07-25 01:01 am (UTC)...
...Admiral?
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*slight change* Wasn't expecting to see you.
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Date: 2009-07-25 03:48 am (UTC)*something sparks crimson where his hand touches and pain shoots down through Spock's arm*
*his second hand goes for the throat*
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Date: 2009-07-25 03:55 am (UTC)S--!
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*freezes*
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Date: 2009-07-25 04:33 am (UTC)*he steps softly, taking aim and fires at the back of the man holding Spock*
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Date: 2009-07-25 04:43 am (UTC)*has only a chance to meet Spock's eyes before falling hard, dropping his victim as well, the red sparks dying from around his hands as he is knocked unconscious from the phaser-stun*
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Date: 2009-07-25 04:58 am (UTC)*messages security*
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Date: 2009-07-25 04:49 am (UTC)What... what just happened?
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Date: 2009-07-25 04:57 am (UTC)*sends message to medbay*
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Date: 2009-07-25 01:05 am (UTC)Oh, sorry- uh, Admiral Pike? What are you doing here? I mean, no disrespect but... Hey, where did your wheelchair go? Doctor McCoy said that you wouldn't be walking for a long time...
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Date: 2009-07-25 01:13 am (UTC)*squeaks and drops PADD* Oh. Um. Sorry, sir. I'll uh... I'll be on my way. Sorry. Have, um, have a nice conversation and, um, stuff. *picks up PADD and runs the rest of the way to Medbay*