Cptn James Kirk

In a different reality, I could have called you friend." - The Romulan Commander to Captain Kirk, TOS Episode Balance of Terror --- "He's a sneaky b*stard." James Kirks voice carried just enough for the person standing to his immediate right to hear. Rear Admiral Shauna Coyote glanced at the young ships master. "This Romulan might be saying the same thing of you, Captain Kirk." The only answer from Kirk came in a small grin, which disappeared completely as the tactical officer on shift reported yet another sensor ghost. Making the decision to detach the USS Enterprise from Task Force Alpha, Kirk had taken off in pursuit of a Romulan Bird of Prey lurking on the Federation side of the RNZ. The enemy Commander had stopped just shy of taking his – or her – ship back across the border, turning to engage the Enterprise. That first initial clash left both vessels wounded; Kirk had lost several officers down in Weapons Control. The game of cat and mouse had been ongoing for the last few hours, they'd gone communications silent, and the strain was starting to take a toll on his crew. The Captain had committed himself and his crew, and he knew it. If that Bird of Prey escaped across the border and informed their superiors of the patrolling Task Force… Enterprise had the advantage with maneuverability while the Bird of Prey sported a cloaking device that made life interesting. The tech wasn't perfect however; the bridge tactical officers caught bleed off from the cloak using a combination of specialized tracker programs and long range sensors. Kirk glanced at Coyote. "Admiral, you should be in sickbay. It's the most heavily shielded section of the ship." She looked at the younger, dark blond haired man. "And do what? Twiddle my thumbs? I'm where I want to be Captain. God forbid if we do take more casualties, then I'll offer my services for triage." Jim eyed her for a moment and then gave a curt nod of understanding, but not necessarily approval. She's hands on without getting in the way, I'll give her that… The tactical officer yelped out a warning. "Captain, we have incoming torps! Two minutes out!" "Sulu, evasive pattern Omega! Uhura, all hands brace for impact!"

Buckle Up

USS Enterprise NCC-1701 2258 09:30 Hours Orbiting Omega 13 Captain James Tiberius Kirk, Jim to his friends, came bouncing into the Medical bay with his usual devil may care air. The medical staff moved about with their usual efficiency, preparing medical packets and medicine for distribution; bright orange crates of the stuff cleared for transport were stacked to one side, awaiting pick up and delivery. Omega 13 had experienced several natural disasters within the last six months, and things were not getting better for the planet. “Bones, buckle up.” He called across the main floor to his friend and ships Chief Medical Officer, Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy. Up to his eyeballs in tracking and cataloging medical supplies, McCoy didn’t even glance up from the digital slate he was reading. “Jim, I’m a little busy right now,” came the usual growl, “and what’re you doin’ down here?” “Your people are being fast recalled from the surface.” Now he had the older mans complete attention. Bones fixed a surprised gaze on his commanding officer. “What? Why? We’re in the middle of vaccinations on the southern continent. I have over a hundred people down there-” “Andorian Royal Guard has diverted the Legend to take over the Omega medical situation for us. They’re inbound on emergency clearance and should be here within the next shift cycle.” “What’s goin’ on Jim?” “Senior staff meeting in one hour, I’ll debrief everyone then.” Jim turned away and walked towards the exit as he spoke. “We’re due to launch out to New Topeka in three hours.” “New Topeka? What the hell are we heading to Border Patrol HQ for?” Kirk called over his shoulder as he walked back towards the entrance to the Medical Bay. “Need to know basis Bones. Staff meeting in one hour. Be there.”