Transporter Room - Away Team

[sehlatbear]

Spock eyed his companion - this counterpart had seen only the briefest glimpse of sickbay and the confines of the room he shared with Pike. But Spock would not question the Acting Captain's order to include him. He would be of benefit, particularly with his practical knowledge of Romulans and their ways

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[mirror_brightly]

Kirk was just where he'd been left, slumped and bleeding across the grates. The walls were dead around him, distracted, and Nero watched the bend of Klivam red lamps as they snapped on before him and off in his wake. There was no green, it pooled somewhere else, somewhere around the hitrrna.

"Come now, James," Nero whispered low as he knelt. The teral'n was heavy in his hand, heavier than Kirk as Nero gripped his arm and dragged him up from the floor. Kirk dangled, listless and still, his slow pulse knocking against his throat and the grief there.

"We're not done yet," Nero promised quietly and slung the human over his shoulder, balancing Kirk's weight at the curve of his hip. "And Narada is hungry."

[mirroredspock]

He should worry him that he cannot feel the pain he knows his body is experiencing. He will worry about it later. He pulls himself along, increments of motion.

Find, retrieve, return.

Spock will never simply lay down and stop.

[harbors_madness]

It listened to the screams of the hevam above the roar of the environmental controls. It felt the blood of its master, staining its decks. It computed the idea of peace, wanting to save its crew and itself. Terms and agreement.

There was only one choice to be made left, even if it would displease her crew.

She beamed away all enemy organics back to the Enterprise, minus the organic communicating with her.