exastris_scientia | retired open post // will still tag in if threads are ongoing!

[ Jim has always been in awe of his first officer's ability to act and think quickly. It's what makes him invaluable on the bridge as his second, and also a fair match in a game of chess. So when he hears him respond with a known reference, he doesn't react outwardly, not even when it gets harder not to when they kick Spock.

It's something of a salve to the deep burn of the situation. In other circumstances he might have been able to physically do something about this. Most people know of Jim's propensity for hand to hand and just generally getting into fights in his day. He wasn't the Assistant Instructor in Hand to Hand at the Academy for nothing. He could very easily take down this sniveling slime devil of a man, but then that would incite violence around them, and possibly hurt others here. He's not here for a fight, he's here for his crewman.

He rolls his eyes at the treatment, jaw ticking as his own outward show of disapproval, looks between both the auctioneer, then Spock, and finally sighs deeply, as if this whole ordeal is putting him out of his normally quite contained world. In a way, it isn't a lie. He doesn't usually have to pander to men who would sell another of a sentient species, and a member of his crew, in order to do some good. ]

That sum is still ridiculous given the state it's in, but fine Shall we go somewhere a little more private to get the details sorted? I prefer to do my personal transactions without a party as an audience.

[ It was obvious to read the auctioneer's face as he considered options. For someone who was disreputable and dealt in the handling and exchange of ill-begotten goods, he was remarkably transparent, even to Spock. He could pinpoint the exact moment when the auctioneer agreed to Jim's demands.

Guards grab him, another at his back with one of their crude weapons pointed at his back, despite the dragging chains. They learned that lesson quickly, much to Spock's displeasure. Irrational civilizations that engaged in the trade of individuals were easy to quell; ones that showed marked intelligence and capability for learning were often beyond hope.

The room he is dragged to, Jim led to, is small and private with heavy security doors. There is another door on the far wall, and while Spock cannot determine if it leads to a hall or outside, it offers some possibility of escape.

He is shoved to his knees again, though no one attempts to touch him further. As Spock's mental shields are in tatters, having not gone this long without meditating in quite some time, the lack of touch is a boon. He carefully studies the floor, though his attention is on the conversation between the auctioneer and Jim.

The auctioneer is trying to haggle for a higher price, unaware of the truth to his opening line.

"One of a kind, no one else will own anything so exotic. The thing is strong, too. Can use it as manual labor, a guard, or even...."

His voice trails off, but Spock is sure he has some licentious look on his face, from the change in his tone. His own hands curl into fists. A Vulcan, offered as manual labor or a sex slave.

If Jim suggests razing the building to the ground, Spock will not voice an objection. ]

[ The longer this talk goes on, the more liable Jim is to lose his cool, but he's managing so far. He wants to get sick, and every word coming out of this man's mouth and the mishandling of his friend and first officer is only making it worse. He's glad they contacted the protesters now, and they'll be sure to raze this place to the ground. ]

Our price won't go any higher than what I've already stated. You've already damaged the goods to start, and there's no guarantee in satisfaction in ---whatever form of service it takes. So you'll take what I'll give you, or I'll find someone else to do business with.

Now, I don't like wasting my breath, so how about we move this along.

[ He pulls an expense card out of his pocket that happens to be the currency here. It also has a tracker in it if he manages to get away from the resistance to the proceedings here. Now as long as they don't jump the gun on their end, it should be fine. ]

This is what you get, or I will make sure that everyone worth anything here knows that you aren't good for business, understand?

[ While Spock knows everything Jim is saying is merely a ruse, the words carry the weight of past taunts, and it is not a simple process to shrug aside the niggling sting. His fingers flex, and he has to rest them flat on his thighs in order to to still the desire to curl them into fists and to lash out

It is the captain, though, and he knows that there is no intended meaning behind those words, not even a code. This is simply Jim trying to use words before violence, and an attempt to free Spock.

He focuses on calculating the exchange rate between currencies, knowing that will have to go into the mission report. It takes slightly longer than it should, since there is no direct measurement between currencies, but the distraction is enough to settle his mind.

Is it possible to pass off money acquired for the purchase of the freedom of a Federation individual as a business expense?

The auctioneer is a slippery man who wants more money but he wants to close a deal before his client decides otherwise and he has to deal with the fallout of a deal and future reprecussions. Spock knows his type well enough, thanks to their frequent stops on starbases and ports. The man agrees, and money (or rather, the expense card) transfers hands, and the guards are there, unlocking the chain between his feet, but leaving the shackles in place.

Spock has calculated their weight and they are not heavy, would not be even for a human. But when he is jerked to his feet, and he has opportunity to meet Jim's eyes again, they feel impossibly, illogically, heavy, chaining his very katra to the ground. But then one of the guards elbows him and Spock drops his eyes, refuses to stumble when they push him forward.

The auctioneer holds out a set of keys to Jim, and freedom is almost tenable. ]

[ Jim keeps the ruse going, making certain that he's playing the part to his utmost in order to get them out of there. He also knows this type of person, and they aren't just confined to the stars. One can find them on Earth as well, if one knows where to look. They are told to avoid them during their time in the Academy.

He feels relief bubble in his chest when the man takes the bait and the expense card, then they unlock the chain between his feet so he can walk of his own accord without being dragged. He takes the keys, looks between them both and offers a smile. ]

Pleasure doing business with you. If this little test drive goes well, I'll be sure to keep you in mind if I have any other needs in the future. [ A somewhat dismissive look cast in Spock's direction. ] Well, come on. I don't have all night.

[ He starts moving, hoping that they can leave without incident, but doesn't cast his eyes back to check to see if Spock is following. Jim feels rather like Orpheus in this moment, and he doesn't like it in the least. ]

[ It is surprisingly hard to play dumb, especially with Jim there, and especially with freedom so close, but before Spock can move, one of the guards pushes him forward. He glares at the man, his anger too much to contain. Any slips of Vulcan dignity can be excused by the situation he is in, as it is already undignified enough.

The guards don't do anything, though, too busy turning to their boss to collect their own rewards, and Spock has to wonder at the inefficiency of letting a man who is effectively a slave go without keeping a closer eye on him.

It works for their situation and says much about how the sloppiness of their work which, for once, is a positive. All Spock wants to do is escape. He is sure there is more going on, because a group that deals in the sale and solicitation of people, aliens or human, is not something that anyone on the Enterprise would tolerate, but questions can come later.

Spock falls in place a few steps behind Jim, eyes fixed on the door. The shackles are still a terrible weight, but not for long. All they have to do is get out of the door, and away from the city proper, and -

A shout from the front room catches the attention of the auctioneer, and Spock has to fight to not glance back. ]

[ Jim doesn't look at Spock, doesn't even turn to him as they continue out of the room. It isn't until he hears the shout that he gives anything else any attention, and immediately when he catches the auctioneer's face---dammit. He must have scanned for a tracking chip that the resistance put there. He brings the keys up, grabbing for his first officer's forearm, and moving to undo them as they continue to walk.

They don't have far to go, but he can't be certain of Spock's condition or treatment the past few days. He's not leaving without him no matter what, though. He had hoped they could avoid actual fighting, though, but the guards are moving towards them through the crowd. ]

I thought we'd have a few more minutes before anything went down, but I guess not. Are you good to run, Spock?

[ The last thing Spock wants is to be touched, but he allows Jim to grab his arm and work on the shackles still around his arms. At least he is unhampered otherwise, and they move together well enough that it only marginally slows them down. ]

I am capable of running at present.

[ Even if he were not, Spock would run. He can push his body in ways that most humans cannot, and any pain can be shielded against. Besides, he is not that badly injured. Enough that Doctor McCoy will snap and grumble, but insist upon a full 24 hours in MedBay, but he has suffered worse.

At last, Jim manages the shackles, and he can easily discard them on the ground, stumbling blocks for the guards, though he doubts they will be hindered. ]

Let us go, Captain.

Right, let's go. Come on.

[ Jim lets Spock get a few steps ahead of him before he follows. He loosens his collar, unbuttoning the jacket he had on and discards it as well. God, he hates fancy dress. He also has a phaser on him, but he doesn't want to resort to having to use it.

They get out of the building easy enough, and onto the nighttime streets. There aren't a lot of people, which is good and bad. Good, cause no collateral damage, bad cause they don't have a lot of avenues to hide until they can get out of the main city center. ]

Scotty is keeping a lock on us, but we need to get out to the transport coordinates, or at least as close as we can get. It's about half-mile past our emergency beam out point, and further into the forest.

[ There appears to be enough of a distraction inside that they manage to reach the streets with little issue, though the guards are not far away, judging from the shouts.

Spock simply nods at Jim's words, already figuring out the probability of their survival. With no people and few places to hide, the chances are slim. ]

It will be beneficial to split up, Jim. I am weakened and will thus be slower, and if they have to chase both of us, it will divide their forces.

[ Jim knows their chances. He's going through the situation and the realms of possibility in his head. He's going through scenarios, and the tactics available to them. He knows Spock, too, and knows that he's going through the probability, the statistics, and doing it in enough detail to tell him what Jim already knows he's going to say.

Didn't Nibiru teach him anything? He's not leaving him behind. He won't. ]

Which is exactly why we can't split up. If you need help and I'm off in the other direction what am I supposed to do? Let them take you again? We aren't going to get another chance at this.

We're not splitting up.

[ Spock has no intention of doing something like dying on the planet, surrounded by savage beings who are little better than cavemen. It is simply prudent to split up, improving their chances of not being discovered. Jim faces better chances of blending in, which means he could reach safety much easier. And above all, it is his duty to ensure Jim's safety; it comes with being first officer.

But despite the arguments filtering through his head, he knows any of his logical points will simply be ignored or dismissed. And they have little time to spend arguing. ]

Very well, Captain. You are more familiar with our surroundings than I, so pick a path that will take us out of this place.

[ Damn right the "logical points" will be ignored or dismissed. He's dismissing them preemptively, in fact. He doesn't care about the chances of him blending in. The chances of being discovered less easily, and he definitely doesn't care about the fact that it's Spock's job to ensure his safety.

Court martial him later for all he cares. Jim is sticking with Spock until they both get back to the ship. Period.

He nods when Spock acquiesces, looks around a moment, and nods in the nearest direction that will take them into the woods towards the checkpoint. ]

That way, come on.

[ Jim takes off, knowing Spock wouldn't dare do anything but be right behind him. ]

[ Spock might be a rebel, but at heart, Spock likes having rules. They make the world a logical, orderly place that he can understand and navigate, rather than this confusing jumble of emotions and illogical actions.

It is a good that Spock knows when to bend, when he should simply listen and obey orders. And this is Jim, who is his captain, and after everything they have been through together, Spock can only acquiesce and follow. He says nothing, as Jim has already taken off running, but dutifully runs after his captain - an action that is becoming something of a habit, Spock thinks. ]

[ Jim can't help but feel there must be some interesting stories in Spock's younger years, and boy he'd kill for any of them. He wonders if he can ever get Sarek to share with him. Do Vulcan parents have their own way of embarrassing their children with all the ways their children were illogical growing up?

He only slows to make sure that Spock is still following him, and manages to get them out towards the rendezvous. They get to a stream they have to cross, and starts, careful of the slippery, wet rocks. ]

It's not much farther, Spock.

[ Were Amanda alive, Spock is sure she would answer all of Jim's questions. But as that is not a possibility, Spock is doubtful Sarek would provide any stories.

So Spock is safe from Jim's curiosities, though he does not doubt Jim could find out information if he so desired.

The wet rocks are generally of little concern, but Spock crosses carefully, moving slower than usual. He's been under strain for days and even a Vulcan is not infallible.

He says nothing to Jim, though he does take some measure of comfort in the words, and nods in response. ]

[ There are times, more than just Spock's loss of her, that he wishes she were still alive. But he sees the request when that he makes yearly for time to himself, and can only imagine that it correlates to the stardate that they lost Vulcan or close to it, considering whatever mission they might be on. If Jim goes out of his way to make sure that he isn't bothered on that day more than any other---well that's just coincidence, isn't it?

He's still gonna talk to Sarek about it. Or maybe the older Spock. Talking is going to happen.

Jim doesn't let himself get too far ahead of him. He stays close in case his first officer needs him, and once they cross fully, he takes to running again. A little ways into a thicker part of the woods, he pulls his communicator out of his pocket to flip it open. ]

Scotty, I've got him. Get us out of here.

[ There are appropriate times to express grief, in carefully controlled and dictated ways, and to remember the lives of billions, lost to a man far too gone to remember the joy of life. Spock does take a day, as close to the destruction of Vulcan as possible; it is a day his people will hold in infamy for the reminder of their tomorrows, a day when grief is not only allowed, but encouraged.

Much like Jim takes a day to himself around his birth - a day Spock is all too familiar with, as is everyone else in Starfleet. Like the destruction of Vulcan, it is a day none of them will forget. In time, people will forget the terror and the chaos and the fear (or so Spock - illogically - hopes) and they will be days simply noted in the history books. But that will not happen as long as any of them still draw breath.

Spock draws up next to Jim, and in a short matter of time, feels his molecules rearranging themselves. Spock mentally prepares himself to be greeted with the sight of Dr. McCoy, scowling at him but with gentle hands feeling his wounds, and the familiar sight of the halls of the Enterprise behind everyone. ]

[ Jim can't imagine how 10,000 Vulcans choose to express their grief for the loss of their homeworld. He knows, from his own experience, how his mother chose to express hers over the years at the loss of his father on the day of her youngest son's birth. He still calls her on the day, even if he doesn't celebrate it for himself.

Hell, Bones was the only person he shared it with, even if it was weeks before the actual date. A glass for his father, and two for them to share. A toast to the dead but not the forgotten.

Jim hopes they will move past it one day. The deep scar that Nero left upon the fabric of their galaxy. So many lost. They still didn't even have an accurate count. It's almost unfathomable, and he witnessed it himself. He lets go a breath he didn't realize he was holding when he feels the shift of the transporter breaking his molecules apart, scattering, and then drawing him back together on the pad.

He looks, and Spock is beside him, Bones already starting to check him over with a bedside manner that grows on everyone like a kind of fungus that's relentless and impossibly grouchy. The fact that he had gotten Spock back to the ship, that his crew and family were safe and whole again, or would be soon was a hell of a relief.

He unbuttons the suit he'd worn at the cuffs, and reaches up to tug at the tie. He wants out of it as soon as possible, and to wash himself clean of all the events tied to it. To where Spock was, and what might have happened if they hadn't gotten to him as quickly as they did. ]

Edited 2016-09-01 18:34 (UTC)

retired open post // will still tag in if threads are ongoing!

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