Enterprise: The Brig

[mirroredcommand]

He remained silent through the night since Spock took his leave from their bit of entertainment. He was curious to see what would come of it, as much as he was curious to see if the young James T. Kirk that had taken over the Enterprise in this universe was as gusty as his own.

Seemed that the young man had no balls, because otherwise he should have been long since dead.

There had been the young woman in blue with fear in her eyes. It was far from a reaction he was unused to. Instead, it was one he damn well expected from his crew. There was no stronger crew, none more feared, none with a more widely spread reputation. To him, Kirk was a young bastard, headstrong, vicious, and good in a fight. He also was no fool to know that the younger man was trying to become captain, but it was also something he was used to. He did not get to the age he was by being foolish about threats.

But for now, he was trapped here in a place of weaklings. Already, he was taking it to his advantage. It would be interesting to see how far it went.

So he remained in his casual sprawl, eyes closed as he half-dozed like a cat. If someone approached, he would wake.

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[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

You mean you dominated them? *wrinkles her nose in slight disgust*

*straightens back up, her tone becoming a lot firmer* No. He's not yours. *her gaze falters for a moment and falls to the floor, before she meets his eyes again* So you dominate the Vulcans. Is that how you did... whatever it was you did to him? What was that?

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

They were coming to conquer us. Would you simply roll over and show your stomach to an invader? *gives her a look*

You have your own weapons. *a gesture to the phaser at her hip* We have ours.

It was clear enough to me when he was foolish turn his back on me that this was far from the Spock of my universe. *a slight tilt of his head* He looks just as pretty on his knees, though. *there's something else in his tone*

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

*considers the thought with a shrug of her shoulders, gazing down at the phaser on her hip* No, I suppose I wouldn't. But like I said, we don't do things like that here. Here we negotiate first, fight as a last resort. Vulcans helped us see the logic in that.

*a slight intake of breath, she looks away from him at his comment* Whatever your relationship was with your Spock, like you said. *steels her gaze back to his* He's not yours. And like I said, if you work with me, we can help you find a way back to where you're supposed to be. That doesn't include attacking members of this crew.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's your way of things here to let yourself be kept prisoner, but not my way. I was defending my life, if you need to look at it that way.

*his brows raise, and he laughs, a very brief, rich sound* He is mine, now. I will work with you, and you alone, lovely Uhura.

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

None of us are prisoners, the Federation allows us our freedom. The only reason you're down in the brig is because you threatened the security of the ship.

*shivers at his laugh, though she takes great measures to hide it* He's a person. He belongs to nobody. *takes a step closer* You realize if the Captain requests you to answer his questions, he'll expect you to.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

I already explained my actions.

You tell me he belongs to nobody. But do you really know if that's true? *slowly tilts his head* I will deal with you, or Spock. You, because you have more balls then your captain or I would already be dead. Spock, because I would rather deal with what I already know is mine.

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

*tone becomes sharp* No. You and me, that's how it works. I'll make sure the Captain agrees to that but we leave Spock out of this. If you need anything, you'll ask me and nobody else will bother you.

*crosses her arms over her chest again, raising a brow in question* Do we have a deal... *shakes her head* I don't even know what I'm supposed to call you. What would you prefer?

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

*leans back, watching her* I cannot be held responsible if Spock decides to come on his own, but otherwise I will agree.

I prefer to be called Captain Christopher Pike. Since I've been informed one already exists... for now, Pike will do just fine.

I will assume that normally here we would shake hands. *a small breath out that is definitely a laugh*

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

*glances at the doorway with a small, imperceptible sigh* Alright, we're on the same page. Good.

*looks back to him with a careful smile* Alright, Pike it is. *looks at the barrier between them* In this case, I'll take your word.

*steps back as a guard enters the room with a tray of food* I'm sure the replicators are just as terrible in your world, so it won't be too much of a disappointment. Have a nice dinner Pike, I'll be back later. *nods to him, then the guard and takes her leave*

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

*watches the guard slide the tray inside with a quick flicker of the barrier, but he ignores it for now* ...A lovely day, Uhura. *murmured as he lays back, eyes closing again*

*he would eat when he finished thinking on all that she told him about the Federation, Starfleet, and the crew in particular*