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[Jim's in engineering, you can see the room behind where he sits. he looks a little tired, but his eyes are as bright as ever as he looks into the camera.]

Hey all, Kirk here.

We've been up here for about a week, ship's time, which probably seems like forever and no time at all for most of you. Trust me when I say that probably won't change much. I know a lot of you are still panicking, but we need to keep in mind that the only way we're going to get out of this situation safely is by staying calm.

Anyone still adjusting to their human body should remember to stop by medical. A week is more than long enough to mess yourself up, even if you know what you're doing. [his tone says, trust me, i've been there.]

If the internal clock is anything to go by, we'll arrive at Tansei Station in about 12 days. I know we don't have much with us, but if you're thinking you need something, you might want to consider what you can barter when we get there. There's no telling when our next chance at shore leave will happen again.

[here, Jim glances away, keying something in, and anyone who expressed interest to Resnik and Ward in their broadcast concerning data collection will get a ping before he goes on.]

> open broadcast > attn $data collection team/$resnik/$ward

I've managed to get the chronometer back online, but she won't give me anything outside of a 24 hour count. [so no stardates or the equivalent thereof.] I've been trying to pull up a map of this place for the passed 78 hours but it's like the damn thing never existed in the first place. I'm starting to wonder if a blueprint was even put in the databanks.

> to: $spock | text | encryption 100%

Spock, status report. How's that list of personnel coming?

> to: $scienceAteam | text | encryption 100%

Hey guys, anyone have updates on that theory we had going?
Or an idea of how to get some private communication set up? I don't know about you, but I'm starting to doubt how safe these encryptions are if the computer system is smiling at our resident technopaths.

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Hey, I was just asking what you were up to.

[cheeky, and he's grinning.]

You do what you gotta do to get the info we need, I'm not telling.

Understood.

[ delving into the privacy of human beings- well. he's well aware of how touchy the subject can be. ]

Have you received official reply from the Captain or Commander?

Heard from Resnik. She tells me the blueprint is there. [he sounds doubtful.]

And it is inaccessible. [ yes that's a question. ]

Yep. These systems aren't all that different from our own, so I should have been able to dig it out of there.

What is your present projected course of action?

[he exhales.] I'm going to keep trying to get into the databanks. If I can't get a map, I'll try for the ship's logs.

In the meantime, I think we need to find a base of operation without alerting the original crew to our movements. We can't rule out the possibility that they know something we don't that's putting us at risk.

I don't know about you, but I'm with Chase. This place gives me the creeps.

A suggested location?

There's gotta be a spare room around here somewhere. This place is like a maze.

I shall endeavor to provide a selection for review.

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Sounds good.

[a beat. it isn't a necessary question, really, but he somehow imagines Spock wouldn't tell him anything was wrong unless he'd lost a limb but--]

How are you holding up?

[ spock's own pause stretches out in return.

this is-
whatever lies between them now, after what's occurred with nero, in their return to earth- after his acceptance of placement aboard the bridge of the enterprise. after he has agreed to serve kirk directly-

it is not without complication.

the greatest difficulty however, lies in navigation. because speaking to james kirk has never quite been like speaking to other human beings. he makes inquiry and seems consistently dissatisfied by spock's reply. the words are slow.

measured. ]

I have been- adequately preoccupied.

[the telling is in the silence that stretches over the feed, and Jim quietly regards his blank communicator as it stretches out. it's no doubt that Spock trusts him, to some extent.

but Jim still gets the impression that he's far more invested than Spock is willing to acknowledge; this is fine by Jim, since he doesn't back down from a challenge, but even this is not unlike navigating a minefield. he isn't even sure what he wants from the Vulcan.

honesty, perhaps. disclosure. things he hasn't earned. when he speaks again, it sounds less awkward than it feels.]

You can let me know if you need anything, alright?

In the unlikely event that I am unable to find a satisfactory solution, I shall endeavor to do so.

[ it's only after he's replied that he understands the gravity of what he is being extended. this is a gesture he has never found offered from vulcans, from those he has long since considered his peers. the words ring out- the faintest echo instead of a shatter- as his mother.

a kindness and a gentleness he had pushed away for the entirety of his life. offers she would never make towards him again. ]

-You may address me, for the inverse.
Captain.

[because he can't be seen, he winces at the predicted response and nods to himself. Jim has only just opened his mouth to speak again- when Spock's voice rings across one more time.

he can't stop the smile, and hopes it isn't quite so obvious across the channel. even if it's just as his captain- well, you didn't explore the universe in a day.]

Try checking the other passenger levels for that room. I'll do the same when I'm done down here.

[ it is. faintly. though it is perhaps only additional motivation for him to move away from the feed. he falls back on what he knows. ]

Understood.

Spock out.

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