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

[ jim nodded at that, got the ok from bones, and then headed out with poe towards the shuttlebay. he chuckled a bit. ]

I can appreciate that. I may not be her pilot, but the Enterprise is as much family as my crew.

[ and he did kind of crawl into the warp core to keep her and his crew from burning up during an unpowered re-entry. ]

So, where are you from, if you don't mind me asking? Our vessel is part of Starfleet, which is based on Earth, and part of the United Federation of Planets. We're on a mission of peaceful exploration.

[all of that means basically nothing to poe. it sounds nice, sure. peaceful exploration and all. he'd like to fly without being worried about someone aiming an ion cannon at him, that'd be nice. but his parents had been soldiers, he'd been raised on stories of the battle of yavin 4, and that was his lot too.]

I'm from Yavin 4.

[he looks sideways at this captain. the only federation he'd ever heard of was the trade federation, and they'd been nearly completely destroyed by the empire. this didn't seem anywhere close to that.]

And if you're as lost when I say that as I feel right now, I think we've got a lot to go over.

[ hey, it isn't all sunshine and roses, but they do their best to stay firmly out of trouble. it isn't easy when the quadrant is at a tipping point stability speaking. ]

Yeah, no. I've never heard of it.

[ he's totally lost. but he's willing to try and sort things out. ]

Sounds like we do have a lot to go over. We're willing to help in whatever way we can, and hopefully we can get you safely on your way back to your homeworld.

[well, considering the galaxy has been in nigh-constant civil war for decades, he really can't talk about stability.]

I've never heard of Earth, or your Federation, so we're even.

[even if the idea of someone who's never heard of yavin 4 is incredibly strange to him. they literally tell their years in the new republic by the battle against the first death star that occurred there.]

I'm hoping to get some information from my ship on what the kriff happened. Making it happen again is going to be the tricky part.

[ jim is trying to give enough attention between poe and bb-8. he's kind of amazed by the little robot. it's nothing he's familiar with in the least. this is all pretty impressive and big on the wow factor. ]

I've got my Chief Engineer down there with your ship already, so I'm sorry for the barrage of questions coming your way. He's a little excited, but I told him not to touch anything until you could get down there with them.

[bb-8 would be preening at the attention, so it's possibly for the best that it isn't aware of it.

poe is looking at the ship around him--it's nice. nice doesn't seem to do it justice, almost, it's so clean and neat compared to a resistance ship, which...they're functional, they're tidy, but they're old and scarred and very utilitarian. the white is almost blinding. he wants to see more of it, honestly. see how it ticks. and he'd be very interested to see how it flies. he'll always prefer his little fighter, of course, but it doesn't hurt to branch out every so often.]

I'll answer them best I can, but I do basic maintenance, the sort of things you need thumbs for. BB-8 is the mechanic between the two of us. He's the one that knows how everything works.

[the beeping that follows from the little droid is almost smug. little shit.]

[ jim chuckles at that and then the beeping from the droid as they head into the shuttlebay. there's a yell from scotty at keenser to "get down!" ]

Scotty! You better not be messing anything up! His co-pilot will have words with you.

[ it's a joke, but knowing scotty he's been vibrating out of his uniform hoping to get his hands on this tech. ]

Here we are.

[poe looks immensely grateful to see his baby in one piece and, apparently, no worse for wear even with all the reality-bending weirdness that he can't even understand that dropped them here.

now he just has to figure out how to make it work in reverse. whatever it was.

bb-8 rolls up to the engineer that appears to be licking the hull, making irate beeping and squawking noises. what are you doing to their ship. just. what.]

...is that standard protocol around here?

[seriously he knows his x-wing is an absolutely beautiful machine but that's just a little weird.]

[ jim gives a look at scotty and keenser at the upset noises coming from poe's little robot friend, he's less than pleased by that. and his reaching up to help keenser down with a scolding look should prove as much.

he looks over at poe apologetically. ]

No, it's not. Sorry about that. [ jim pulls out his communicator though, and contacts the bridge to have them transfer what sensor readings they got down to an engineering station. ]

This is all we picked up on our way out here to pick you guys up.

Thanks.

[poe dameron is no idiot, but these sensor readings are completely unfamiliar to him--because while he might not be an idiot, he's also not a scientist, and this tech is strange to him. he doesn't see any sort of interface that bb-8 could plug into either. at least, not any kind of standard port.

this is going to get interesting.]

Hey, Bee, see what you can get from the nav systems.

[bb-8 whistles acknowledgement and waits under the port socket to be hauled up into the x-wing so it can work on getting the information poe requested. the pilot turns to the captain--he's been exceedingly helpful so far.]

To be honest, I don't understand much of this.

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Scotty, come on, man. You could have at least had the information on a PADD since we don't have any clue how BB-8 gets his info. Stop drooling and give me a hand.

[ cause let's face it, jim kirk is a starship captain, and a host of other things. he is most definitely not an engineer of any kind. he heads over to a nearby console, pulling out his own PADD and sets it up to transfer while he starts looking for the information that the two of them are going to need. ]

Maybe we can rig something up for the little guy, but I'm not sure.

Might have to do it the old fashioned way.

[beebee-ate will be able to scan the information visually, or poe can read it to him. he drags a hand backward through his curly hair, this is already a long day and it's just gonna get longer.

at least he's not surrounded by the first order. as things go, he landed in a pretty lucky spot. he's definitely going to count those blessings.

beebee-ate whistles at him, and poe goes to the ladder used to get in the pilot's seat--evidently bee wants to share something with him--and settles in the cockpit. there's information from the nav computer scrolling across the screens when he gets there, showing approximate distance traveled--approximate, because it's enough that the nav computer basically lost track and can't compute the difference.

they traveled millions of light years. they were in an entirely different galaxy. it's almost too much to wrap his head around--never mind being able to think of a way to get back.

he just...can't even process it. he needs to get back, but he has no idea how he's going to manage it.]

Well, we'll help wherever we can. I don't think you're gonna find a way back in a matter of hours, though, and Bones isn't going to want to clear you to fly for at least another day. So if you'll let us, we'll get you a room for the both of you, some food, and something to change into.

[ Jim says it as he watches him climb up into the ship, and once he does, he follows up the ladder to get a good look. He can see why Scotty is heads over heels, but the Enterprise is gonna get jealous. ]

You'll have to have a security detail with you at all times. I hope you understand.

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[poe's ship is very obviously not one built for long missions, for exploration. it has a hyperdrive, but it's quick and it's armed to the teeth. the cockpit is small, cramped, not meant to be sat in for long.

it's very apparent that it's a military craft. it's equally apparent that poe is quite at home in it nonetheless.

he shakes himself out of his distraction when the captain follows him up the ladder.]

Yeah. Sure. Of course.

[he's not going to argue it, there's no reason to. the resistance might not have been formal enough to have such a protocol for its guests, but that would've been procedure when he flew for the republic.]

Beebee-ate, download this to your memory will you?

[he grabs his dusty leather jacket from where it's balled up behind the pilot's seat. his personal blaster is evident back there as well, but he leaves it. it wouldn't exactly be a friendly gesture to take it.]

[ Despite their answering a distress call, both sulu and spock had urged for caution after scanning the small ship. It was mainly due to the fact that their sensor readings had indicated both weapons and unknown energy signatures. What had cinched Jim not hanging back was the fact that none of those weapons were charged, and the life-signs were low. ]

All right, if the two of you are done for now, I can take you to the galley or your quarters. Either is fine with me.

[ Not every passenger gets a tour from the captain himself, but Jim is interested. ]

[poe manages a smile, at least he was picked up by a friendly group of travelers and not someone with the sense of hospitality of the first order. lucky. lucky that he'd been in range of someone capable of picking up his distress beacon in the first place.]

I wouldn't mind some caf.

[not that he's going to be able to sleep anyway, so it won't hurt anything. as long as the medic will let him have it. kalonia might not have.]

[ he can tell this might be a little stressful. unfamiliar and new and very far from home. ]

Come on then. [ he slides down the ladder, and looks back up towards the cockpit with a grin. ] Galley it is.

[very, very far from home. he's not sure how he's going to get back. if it's even possible. or if he does, what will be waiting for him. poe glances at his flight helmet, at the starbird on it, then back at bb-8, and bites his lip.

he will get back. he has to.]

Sounds good.

[he levers himself out of the cockpit with only slight gingerness--he did just get out of the medbay after all. bb-8 closes it behind him and then triggers the lift to let itself out.]

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