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"Mr. Sulu, bank to starboard and put us in between the transports and the pirate vessels. Engineering, divert power to the phaser banks, that oughta scare 'em off."

The aye ayes come in unison and the viewscreen flares red as the Enterprise opens up on the cluster of smaller assault cruisers. The two forces exchange fire for some minutes, but the pirate detachment soon realise they are outgunned and break off their attack.

"Mr. Scott reports crew and passengers of the transport fleet have been beamed aboard and escorted to sick bay, captain," Chekov reports inexplicably and coherently in the Queen's English, "Shields are at eighty nine percent, hull is undamaged and primary systems are fully funtional."

Uhura swivels in her chair to ask, "Permission to speak freely, captain?"

"Permission granted."

"Might I say how devastatingly handsome you are today?"

"You may, but let's save it for a more convenient time," Jim replies smugly, "Dr. Chapel, what's say you finish this up and attend to those refugees?"

Chapel, diligently kneading those pockets of tension out of the captain's shoulders, replies, "Reports received suggest only minor injuries sustained, and nurse McCoy is perfectly capable."

"Oh, if you insist. A little to the left..."

The chimp at the science officer's console with the blue shirt and the 'kick me' sign taped to his back scratches his head and says, "Ook ook!"

Kirk, jostled slightly by the massage, nods and replies, "Excellent. I don't know what I'd do without your insight, Mr. Spock."

Starfleet so needs the schematics for one of these sensorium things...

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Dean knocked and then poked his head into the Sensoriums. After recent news, he was itching to relieve some tension with a hunt. Even if it had to be a simulated one to stay sharp.

He eyed the display, and cracked up laughing. Holy shit, it's the Enterprise.... only not exactly.

"Love what you've done with the place," He couldn't resist a leer to Uhura and Chapel.

Jim swivels in his chair to the entrance Dean had used - in place of the usual turbolift doors - and shoots back a slightly proud grin, "What can I say? I have a vivid imagination."

'Spock' blows a raspberry.

"Yeah I see that. Nice to see another guy with style." He tilted his head toward where 'Spock' would be. Ooohkay, that's a little weird. If kind of funny.

"Dude, what's with the monkey?"

"Him? He's my gal friday," Kirk replies, "Advises me on critical situations, implements my orders. That sort of thing."

Looking back to the science officer's console, he sees the chimp idly sniffing on his finger, before reassuring Dean, "He's really very good."

Dean just snorted at that, though that description of the guy. Well sounded a little like how things were with Cas. Only because while Sam advised him as well, trying to order his brother around usually gets one of his bitch faces in turn.

"Got a friend like that too. He's an angel. Well former." He can't see putting a kick me sign on him though, poor guy's own family does that already. Gabriel certainly seemed to the type to do that.

"Former angel, right," he doesn't attempt to mask the doubt in his voice, but then he'd already heard far crazier things from other members of the crew, "Seat? Drink?"

He gestures to Chekov's chair, vacated almost as soon as he speaks, and had the Enterprise always kept a fully stocked bar next to the helmsman's console?

One of the junior officers brings the captain his own drink and raises it to his new acquaintance, "Jim Kirk."

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"Hey I didn't think they were real till one showed up and said hello. Freaking blew out all the lights when he showed up too."

Dean stared at him for a moment. He wondered, but damn, he looked really young. And not like Shatner either. Huh.

...Damn, freaking bad ass James T. Kirk is offering him a drink. How cool is that?

He slowly sat down, trying to keep the fanboy part of his smile hidden as he nodded, "Sure, thanks. Dean Winchester."

"I'll have to take your word for it. The only angels I know are down on C deck."

If Dean is betraying anything, Jim doesn't seem to notice anything. He's used to shameless idolation, naturally. Wait, was it shameless idolation or universal derision. Definitely one of the two...

"You been here long, Dean?"

"Yeah well if you run into a guy with a trench over his plantsuit, who's too literal, that's Cas. He just woke up too. Me? Been around for a while. Had to fight zombies when I woke up. Kicked their ass too."

"If I ever need somebody to deal with someone who's supposed to be dead already, I'll know who to call," he smirks, "I'm better with guys who're not supposed to be born yet."

"Dude we deal with more than just that. Any supernatural uglies out there, including demons, we go after them. And yeah, you're way after my time. It was 21st century Earth for us."

"Twenty first? You had good music back then," quite how the Beastie Boys of all bands survived to Jim's time is anyone's guess.

"Hell yes we did. People still know bands like Metallica and AC/DC? Maybe some Def Leppard? Dio? Motorhead? Led Zeppelin?"

Granted that was all more 20th Century bands, but Dean's a classic rock kind of guy.

"Sure, I know a few of those guys. I've got a stack of Who albums this high in my quarters."

Damn he's even cooler than he remembered.

"Not bad, man."

He then wondered, "Any classic cars survive too?"

"Not that many. Most of the ones that did aren't road-worthy by a long shot. My pop had the sweetest Chevy Corvette, though," the fond smile that he always wore when the mention of anything spuriously related to his father came up wanes, "Shame what happened to it."

Yeah, way to go Jim. Total the greatest memento you have of him just to get back at your stepfather. Real smooth.

"Yeah that's a shame, and no way. Sounds awesome."

He tilted his head, "Bad accident huh, man that's a bitch if it got totaled. I might have been able to rebuild it. Did it for my baby. Got a 1967 Chevy Impala, and she's a beauty. Used to be my dad's only he gave her to me when I turned 18. She got in a nasty wreck too but I rebuilt her." Kept all the dings and toys shoved into her too.

Jim smirks slightly, "You'd have to be a damn good mechanic to rebuild her. Finding all the pieces would be a feat in itself."

Dean's eyebrows went up at that, "Pieces? Shit, that does sound totaled. Crying shame, man." He was pretty good to rebuild the Impala almost from the ground up, but that sounded even beyond him.

Tsukasa leaned on the wall near the turbolift. He had come in to do some photo developing, but he decided to stick around. Then he saw Spock with the 'Kick Me' sign, and everyone fawning over Kirk.

"A bastion of maturity." He said, still leaning against the wall.

Kirk's face scrunches as Chapel evidently finds a sweet spot, "Occasionally, yeah."

Tsukasa stared at 'Spock.' "Something tells me those moments are few and far between."

Jim helps himself to a whisky on ice as Yeoman Rand strolls past with a tray of drinks. She wheels up to Tsukasa and gestures for him to help himself to one too.

"Maybe I ration for the days when it really counts," that, and the sensoriums were a shiny new toy to him. He just had to play with it.

Tsukasa waved off 'Rand,' indicating that he did not want a drink.

"Rationing...whatever helps you sleep at night, kid." The sarcasm was thick with this one.

"Kid?" he leans forward in his chair, "I think you've mistaken me for someone whose balls haven't dropped yet. My name's Kirk."

Kirk. Something about that name rung a bell for Tsukasa, but he couldn't quite place why. But, that wasn't important right now. "Considering what you've done to Mr. Spock over there, you cannot quite claim to be an adult yet, young Kirk."

Maybe a bit of military training was what she needed today. Lash had gone over to the sensoriums only to find some guy in command of what appeared to be the strangest crew she had ever seen. ..that girl wasn't leaving much to the imagination with her outfit.

She stared at the entire ensemble few seconds before talking. "You had a...monkey on board?"

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"Hey, be nice. He's an ape," Jim wiggles his head as he corrects himself, "Well, half ape."

One that's having a little difficulty with the equipment, if the noises emanating from his console are anything to go by.

"Do you really put kick me signs on your officers even if they are half apes?" That sounded like something she would do. "That sounds like something I would do." She looked over the console. "Why do I have a feeling a lot of those lights are just for show and don't really do anything?"

"Given that I have no idea how to operate half of this equipment, I'd say that was a safe assumption," he shrugs, "I know you're not supposed to touch the big red one, at least."

Kirk that was a terrible idea to tell her. She was already advancing towards it. "What does it do?"

"Back home? Something like scuttle the ship. In here, I'm guess very little. Ends the simulation at worst," Still, he doesn't want the simulation to end in the middle of his massage, "... Don't press it."

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"So wait, it doesn't cause something to appear to destroy the enemy at one hit with the cost of using most of the ship's power? No giant laser beam or super weapon?" Laaaaaaame.

"Laaame."

"But I do approve of a self-destruct sequence."

Char, having heard about the Sensoriums from general crew chatter but not how to operate them, stumbles into Kirk's simulation accidentally, but decides to look around as long as he's there. And also put on his sunglasses, because wow this bridge is white.

"Reminds me of the Argama, somehow," he observes. "Especially the ape."

"What." Honestly, that was as far as Uhura got, seeing as she was standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips and her scowl out as she took in the sheer idiocy laid out before her. She wasn't sure what the next set of words out of her mouth were going to be, but she was pretty sure they weren't going to be very flattering.

Jim blinks with alarm at the sound of the real Uhura entering, but doesn't swivel around to face her.

"Busted..."

"You," Uhura said, "just crossed about forty lines of things not to do when you have actual crewmates who just might walk in on you while you are--" She made an all-compassing this shit noise. "Busted? That does not even begin to cover this, Captain."

She was silent for a moment and then the scowl on her face cracked through her words.

"Turn. It. Off."

He holds up a hand and Chapel stops the ministrations upon his shoulders, "So that's a no to relieving the good doctor here, then?"

Uhura shot him another look, this one with all the weight of Do you want to die to day? written all over it. She folded her arms and looked utterly unimpressed. He definitely had balls, she'd give him that, the cocky son of a bitch.

NOT THAT SHE WAS IMPRESSED. HELL. NO.

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[Open to other people to drop in apart from Lash and Kirk]

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omg, so late...sorry!

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