Kirk twisted a little from where he was looking at Pher and both Spocks, then hit the button on the comm, "Kirk here."
"Sir, we're at the coordinates."
...Thank fuck. He thought quickly - they could reach out with this, with a communication, and link up to the other Enterprise. Surely Pher's Spock had to be waiting for them, and that was part of what worried him.
"Kirk to transporter room."
"Yes, sir?"
"Prepare for incoming transport. Beam directly to sickbay."
"Yessir."
Kirk looked over his shoulder at the group, biting the inside of his lip for a moment. Bones, himself, Jim, George, and possibly the two Spocks were here to defend against Pher's Spock if needed. Security might make things worse, make Pher's Spock feel threatened. Just had to get that Spock in here, and get him out.
But what about the transport back? McCoy had been a healthy man, and he had barely survived the transport, ending up in a fucking coma. Pher was in a sorry state... would the man survive?
He sighed and nudged the comm button again, "Kirk to communications." Who would be up there, right then?
"Communications."
"Uhura should have left notes on the broadcast we received earlier. Record my following message and broadcast back on the same frequency in reply."
There was a brief silence before, "Recording now."
Kirk's eyes closed before speaking calmly, his voice rich, "This is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise, Federation Space, responding to Commander Spock of the I.S.S. Enterprise, Terran Empire." It was beyond weird to say all of that. How had the other Spock known about them? About him? Fucking hell... "We have Captain Christopher Richard Pike. He has collapsed and is currently being held in sickbay. If you wish to retrieve him, you will need to lower your shields entirely and allow us to link up to your computers to coordinate transport."
Was that everything? Keep it short, simple. "End recording. Broadcast."
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Date: 2009-09-14 01:36 pm (UTC)Kirk twisted a little from where he was looking at Pher and both Spocks, then hit the button on the comm, "Kirk here."
"Sir, we're at the coordinates."
...Thank fuck. He thought quickly - they could reach out with this, with a communication, and link up to the other Enterprise. Surely Pher's Spock had to be waiting for them, and that was part of what worried him.
"Kirk to transporter room."
"Yes, sir?"
"Prepare for incoming transport. Beam directly to sickbay."
"Yessir."
Kirk looked over his shoulder at the group, biting the inside of his lip for a moment. Bones, himself, Jim, George, and possibly the two Spocks were here to defend against Pher's Spock if needed. Security might make things worse, make Pher's Spock feel threatened. Just had to get that Spock in here, and get him out.
But what about the transport back? McCoy had been a healthy man, and he had barely survived the transport, ending up in a fucking coma. Pher was in a sorry state... would the man survive?
He sighed and nudged the comm button again, "Kirk to communications." Who would be up there, right then?
"Communications."
"Uhura should have left notes on the broadcast we received earlier. Record my following message and broadcast back on the same frequency in reply."
There was a brief silence before, "Recording now."
Kirk's eyes closed before speaking calmly, his voice rich, "This is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise, Federation Space, responding to Commander Spock of the I.S.S. Enterprise, Terran Empire." It was beyond weird to say all of that. How had the other Spock known about them? About him? Fucking hell... "We have Captain Christopher Richard Pike. He has collapsed and is currently being held in sickbay. If you wish to retrieve him, you will need to lower your shields entirely and allow us to link up to your computers to coordinate transport."
Was that everything? Keep it short, simple. "End recording. Broadcast."
"Yessir."