Going Dark [The Beginning]
Jan. 1st, 2018 11:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smartass_captainThis is Captain James T. Kirk. We have docked at Starfleet Outpost Yorktown. Once all mission logs, current shifts, and assignments have been completed you are permitted off ship and off duty on leave until we receive our next assignment. Please keep your personal devices with you at all times in case of an emergency. Enjoy your break, everyone.
You've earned it. Kirk out.
With the alpha crew busy getting everything squared away on the bridge before they head out into the base proper, Jim sits down at his desk in his quarters and looks over his most recent log. He can hear the sleep deprivation in his voice. The strained veneer of calmness that stretches over his barely held together psyche.
It's New Years Day in the Nexus. Jim's been off the map there for two months now. The messages to his PINpoint have all been answered dutifully, though they're becoming less and less frequent. With the peace talks falling through spelling a failure in his last month's worth of work Jim almost feels like his absence from the Nexus is pointless. An excuse.
Why would he go back if he knows he's going to leave? Starfleet forwarded him their recommendation for promotion again just before Bones caught him drinking on his own. This time, instead of ignoring it, he signed his name on the application and sent it back to the fleet. There's no place for him in the Nexus just like there's no place for him on the ship. His entire career in Starfleet has been one chasing the shadow of George Kirk and now that he's emerged from that shadow a year older than his father ever got to see what does he have to show for it?
A career built on a dare? There's no longer any steps for Jim to follow in. There's no longer a place for him in his father's old position. He may as well accept the promotion and move on just like he always has. Jim submits his captain's log and gets up from his desk for what will be the last time. He leaves his PINpoint in the drawer and heads back to the bridge to head down to the base with the rest of his alpha crew.
---- Twelve Hours Later ----
To anyone attempting to leave a message with Jim on his PINpoint, they will only receive an error message in reply.
Unable to connect to specified frequency. PINpoint coordinates do not exist. Retry to send your message?
((Please feel free to try and send Jim messages anyway and reach out to each other if you'd like in the comments here. This is an open post, however Jim will not be able to reply so you will be interacting with each other.))
You've earned it. Kirk out.
With the alpha crew busy getting everything squared away on the bridge before they head out into the base proper, Jim sits down at his desk in his quarters and looks over his most recent log. He can hear the sleep deprivation in his voice. The strained veneer of calmness that stretches over his barely held together psyche.
It's New Years Day in the Nexus. Jim's been off the map there for two months now. The messages to his PINpoint have all been answered dutifully, though they're becoming less and less frequent. With the peace talks falling through spelling a failure in his last month's worth of work Jim almost feels like his absence from the Nexus is pointless. An excuse.
Why would he go back if he knows he's going to leave? Starfleet forwarded him their recommendation for promotion again just before Bones caught him drinking on his own. This time, instead of ignoring it, he signed his name on the application and sent it back to the fleet. There's no place for him in the Nexus just like there's no place for him on the ship. His entire career in Starfleet has been one chasing the shadow of George Kirk and now that he's emerged from that shadow a year older than his father ever got to see what does he have to show for it?
A career built on a dare? There's no longer any steps for Jim to follow in. There's no longer a place for him in his father's old position. He may as well accept the promotion and move on just like he always has. Jim submits his captain's log and gets up from his desk for what will be the last time. He leaves his PINpoint in the drawer and heads back to the bridge to head down to the base with the rest of his alpha crew.
---- Twelve Hours Later ----
To anyone attempting to leave a message with Jim on his PINpoint, they will only receive an error message in reply.
Unable to connect to specified frequency. PINpoint coordinates do not exist. Retry to send your message?
((Please feel free to try and send Jim messages anyway and reach out to each other if you'd like in the comments here. This is an open post, however Jim will not be able to reply so you will be interacting with each other.))
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Date: 2018-01-13 07:02 pm (UTC)One more blinking light in the house doesn't get his attention at first. In this realm, he's learned, everything is shiny and nothing smokes, there are all sorts of things that light up and most of them make beeping whistling sounds at intervals. It's only when he stands back to cast a nervous eye over his ritual setup that he notices. That's distracting. He needs absolute focus to get this right. If it fails he'll have to fill more soul gems and try again and who knows what could happen to Jim if he delays?
He steps carefully over his paraphernalia to the terminal, tapping at the keys. It's been a while since he played around with this device (under Jim's supervision, to prevent awkward accidents). Generally the thing to do is give the computer whatever it wants and then it will stop flashing... oh, it's a message.
A message. With Jim's name on it.
He moves to bring it up so fast his fingers slip on the keys and he has to do it twice.
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Date: 2018-01-13 07:43 pm (UTC)Jim keys in the sequence for his home in Iowa and waits for the prompt to send a message. It's short, painfully so. Just a frequency for whoever finds the message to call him back on. That way he'll know who he's talking to before he says anything he shouldn't. It's the safest way.
This isn't the sort of thing he can clue his counterpart in on, even if it means staying here.
Jim sends the message and steps away from the terminal. He hopes it will be enough.