"I can't believe you just said that!" The last word ended on an indignant squawk. "It's not FAIR. You keep saying things like that when there are no WITNESSES around, dammit! And then no one ever believes me when I tell them!!!"
Spock indulged in a not-smirk and serenely ignored the mock-strangling gestures Kirk was making behind his back.
Maybe the admiral had been right about the perks of this job after all.
A mech entered the room and gaped, pointing at Jazz with a stunned expression.
Thankfully, Prowl was ready for the saboteur's reaction.
"Lemme go!"
"No, Jazz. You may not shoot him."
"Gimme mah gun back!"
"Jazz!"
"Imma kill 'em all!"
"He didn't even say it," Prowl pointed out calmly.
"He's thinking it!"
"Jazz! How?! You're supposed to be dead!"
A doorwing twitching slightly in reaction, Prowl turned around to give the offending mech a glare. He'd even almost outright TOLD the mech to shut up. After such a blinding act of stupidity, he decided, it was only fair to let the saboteur go and have a little fun.
Besides, he was getting quite tired of hearing that exclamation himself, really.
The members of the 11th who had been sent down to Earth as part of the latest infiltration squad hunkered down in the back of the bar, staring wonderingly at the two captains they had been tailing.
At the bar, Soi Fon rolled her eyes. Slightly.
"Still don't get it. Those two have nothing in common."
Frowning - just a bit, because wrinkles were a bad thing - Yumichika tried to sort it out. The puzzle had fascinated him to no end since the rumors about the pair had started floating around, and he had yet to understand. It was most confusing
( ... )
Ghost Unit, Anon RequesthaearnmouseJanuary 18 2010, 16:45:17 UTC
A "what if" where the GU team winds up on Earth after the call at the end of the first TF movie.#So, um. Fallout? Can't raise Jazz here. Or Prowl
( ... )
"Why are we conducting weapons targeting practice? This was not on our schedule today."
"Keptin made a special request, sir."
Pavel beams, bright and cheerful and oh so innocent.
Spock frowns. Minutely.
"Ensign, what is our target?"
Obediently, Ensign Chekov taps out a few comments - the screen zooms onto the day's target, the pieces and various parts of a standard ship's three-dimensional chess set floating in a tight cluster.
Both eyebrows go up. Just a bit.
"I see."
Pavel's expression remains bright and cheerful as he awaits the order.
"Please resume the targeting sequence."
Spock does not sound pleased. Not even a smidgen.
Kirk, abnormally quiet in his captain's chair, allows himself a slightly smugger expression than usual.
Comments 86
Reply
Spock indulged in a not-smirk and serenely ignored the mock-strangling gestures Kirk was making behind his back.
Maybe the admiral had been right about the perks of this job after all.
Reply
You rock.
Reply
Reply
Reply
"I swear, if I hear that one more time..."
A mech entered the room and gaped, pointing at Jazz with a stunned expression.
Thankfully, Prowl was ready for the saboteur's reaction.
"Lemme go!"
"No, Jazz. You may not shoot him."
"Gimme mah gun back!"
"Jazz!"
"Imma kill 'em all!"
"He didn't even say it," Prowl pointed out calmly.
"He's thinking it!"
"Jazz! How?! You're supposed to be dead!"
A doorwing twitching slightly in reaction, Prowl turned around to give the offending mech a glare. He'd even almost outright TOLD the mech to shut up. After such a blinding act of stupidity, he decided, it was only fair to let the saboteur go and have a little fun.
Besides, he was getting quite tired of hearing that exclamation himself, really.
Reply
Byakuya/Soi Fon - Shaken, not stirred.
:D
Reply
The members of the 11th who had been sent down to Earth as part of the latest infiltration squad hunkered down in the back of the bar, staring wonderingly at the two captains they had been tailing.
At the bar, Soi Fon rolled her eyes. Slightly.
"Still don't get it. Those two have nothing in common."
Frowning - just a bit, because wrinkles were a bad thing - Yumichika tried to sort it out. The puzzle had fascinated him to no end since the rumors about the pair had started floating around, and he had yet to understand. It was most confusing ( ... )
Reply
Though, I must disagree with Yumichika on this pair, they have quite a LOT in common XD
Thank you again!
(am I allowed to request another one?)
Reply
You may ask for as many as you wish - I'm just trying to go through them somewhat in order before I go to second/third/etc requests, is all! =)
Reply
Reply
Poor Jazz. Ghosts'll be upset at that, I reckon.
Reply
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
"Yes, commander?"
"Why are we conducting weapons targeting practice? This was not on our schedule today."
"Keptin made a special request, sir."
Pavel beams, bright and cheerful and oh so innocent.
Spock frowns. Minutely.
"Ensign, what is our target?"
Obediently, Ensign Chekov taps out a few comments - the screen zooms onto the day's target, the pieces and various parts of a standard ship's three-dimensional chess set floating in a tight cluster.
Both eyebrows go up. Just a bit.
"I see."
Pavel's expression remains bright and cheerful as he awaits the order.
"Please resume the targeting sequence."
Spock does not sound pleased. Not even a smidgen.
Kirk, abnormally quiet in his captain's chair, allows himself a slightly smugger expression than usual.
Maybe they can play poker later on.
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
Leave a comment