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Got a coupla questions for you when you come in.

Uh, okay. What did I do?

_{[ He didn't think he'd done anything... ]}

GOOD QUESTIONS! Promise. Like. Colors and tech options and-

You'll see when you get in okay? Okay.

_{[ Oh. Good. That he was good with. ]}

Yeah, okay. There in fifteen.

_{[ And true to his word, he rolled up in about fifteen minutes on his bike, nearly painted and fresh from the shop. His poor baby. He slid off the bike, checking a pocket to make sure the treat for York's dog was still tucked in a pocket before trotting up to the door to knock. ]}

[ York pops the door open for him, Duke pawing at the door as soon as he hears the footsteps on the porch. There's the same low excited whuf and a quiet meow as Harry makes his excitement known as well- harry being the lean, young calico curled around York's shoulders when he pulls the door open. ]

Hey, jim! Come on in, I got beer.

_{[ Oh. There's a cat. He had not been expecting that. He didn't remember a cat the last time he was here. Well. He'd make it up to the guy later. It also reminded him he needed to pick up food for the cats he and Thor found themselves in possession of and effectively spoiled rotten, even if Anastasia was being raised more like a dog than a cat. ]}

Presents and beer? You know how to treat a boy right.

_{[ He grinned and stepped in, reaching into his pocket and taking out a bit of left over sausage he had in the fridge from dinner the night before. ]}

Speaking of treating boys right - you want a treat, Duke? I can give him a treat, right?

Oh yeah, sure. He's kinda needy since Theta went missing.

[ He's able to say shit like that without wincing. Has been able to for awhile and really? He'll never get used to it,but he'll always get used to faking it.

Someone has to stand firm when everyone else keeps bitching. Even if it's gotta be him. ]

Come in, come in, grab a cushion, I'll get the beer.

_{[ There's the barest flicker of a look at that statement, but York doesn't really seem upset by it, and if there's anyone who knows about repressing crap it's Jim. So he says nothing on it, and instead squats down to give the dog said treat and a scratch behind the ears. ]}

I should bring Anastasia over some time. She could use some more friends to wear her out.

_{[ He kind of loved that dog-cat, but she could be a handful like all babies were.

He went to the couch and flopped down, tilting his head back to watch York move about. ]}

I really appreciate you getting this stuff for me, you know? Figure I'll say it now before the excitement makes me forget.

_{[ He flashed him an upside down grin. ]}

Hey, you're a friend, yeah? Ain't abig deal. Also the questions I had-

[ He returns with one of the aforementioned beers, handing it off to Jim while he pulls up a tablet of information, hologram of one of his suits coming up above it. ]

So I- maybe. Kinda. Started designing this for you back in the day before you went missing.ANd have been poking at it again since you popped back up.

_{[ He took the beer and sipped, the universal term of thanks for the drink. He licked his lips as the hologram display came up, and there's a bit of a start when York gives out that explanation. He knew York had known him back in the day, the other him, but it was always a bit odd to be reminded of it. For a minute his belly did a little flip of nervousness, but another sip of his beer quelled it.

It was a handsome design, that was for sure. Very handsome. ]}

Please tell you've finished it and I can try it on for size.

Not yet, gotta get through a few details. Offense versus defense, stealth versus strategy- you a reckingball and brawler over strategic, pinpoint strikes, that kinda stuff.

[ He flips through a few different options, a few different iterations of the suit before sitting back. ]

But I got a guy once you're ready.

_{[ He sat back, considering that, giving it the due consideration it deserved. He liked the suit, but it was ultimately something for his protection and use during combat situations. The questions were important, for all this was a friendly visit, and he needed to treat them that way. It could mean the difference between a bruise and his life some day. ]}

I'm no wrecking ball, so I'd definitely want something lighter, easier to move in. I can handle myself in a fight, but I've always been better with strategy than I have in-your-face combat. Doesn't mean I won't get up in it if I have to, though. I need something with a more jack-of-all-trades kind of set up versus something more specialized.

_{[ A sip of his beer, nodding and satisfied with that. It was pretty much the truth. He'd never received any specialized training in Star Fleet, but he was good enough when it came down to hand-to-hand, and he found himself in the heat of things quite a bit, so having a good array of armored spots would be a plus.

He glanced over at York, tilting his head a little. ]}

I'll trust you to pick the right suit for that. You know this stuff better than me. You won't steer me wrong.

I think I got a loadout that'll work for you.

[ Something geared more to tactical movement and organization- making a play based on the lay of the land and his crew at the time.

A little more walking battle computer, a little less tank, but he thinksi t'll work. He fiddles with the different readouts until one pops up, sleek and light and lethal. ]

HOw's that look?

_{[ Blue eyes watch York's finger work over the tech as he sipped his beer before turning to the new display. Aesthetically very pleasing, quickly taking in the read outs that popped up, though he would need more time to really get a feel for the schematics themselves. Only putting the suit on would give him the real feel of it.

But York wouldn't do him wrong, and he'd been at this a lot longer than Kirk had. Knew the tech and the gear better than he did. He'd trust his expertise and judgement. ]}

Sexy. Does it come in black and gold? Or blue, for a backup.

Gonna be a bumblebee, bro?

[ He grins and adds the colors as requested, all brushed gold and edged in black. Hell he even flicks the starfleet emblam on the shoulder. ]

Bumblebee's not such a bad thing to be. Hurts when they sting.

_{[ He stops with the bottle halfway to his lips when he sees the Star Fleet logo though, the very one he now had tattooed over his ribs. A few seconds to blink, tracing the pattern with his eyes alone, and then he was back to himself, finishing the motion of his drink, licking his lips afterwards. ]}

This way it'll match my wings.

_{[ He fluttered them, the edges dusted black in the reverse of the holo-displayed suit. ]}

And then they die. So. Let's not.

[ He's kind atired of the people he likes going missing and / or dying.

It's really getting old. ]

...shit I forgot about those. I'm gonna have to- is itcomfortable to fold them up?

_{[ Wow, that went dark.

But he knew the feeling. Tired of waking up to an empty bed, empty house, wondering if the faces you saw the next day would know you, or if you'd ever see the faces again. ]}

I've gotten asked that a lot lately.

_{[ He raised up one arm, stretching one wing with some concentration (they wanted to move as a pair most of the time), folding it down tight to lay along the length of his side. He put his arm back down to show it didn't impede, and then lifted it slightly again to release his wing. ]}

I can do it. They'll be sore if I keep them down for a long time, but it doesn't really hurt. It's like having to sit all day - you know what I mean? Have to crack your neck, or maybe your back aches, but you talk a walk and it feels better? It's like that.

These suits are made for long term wear. Fold them up on your back? Not tight, just on your back like you would normally.

[ A few scans will give him the proper dimensions. It'll mean fiddling with the chest peice but really? not that big a problem. ]

_{[ He let the wings fall naturally against his back. They hovered the tiniest bit above his skin, slightly bent. ]}

Uh, that feels normal. I've never actually thought to much on how they sit against my back when I'm not thinking about them.

_{[ He turned his head back slightly, considering them, eyebrows going up and down in a form of a shrug. ]}

Few extra inches on the back panel, maybe?

Rounded, padded shell. So if you move them they won't hurt, it'll keep compression injuries from being a thing. Might have to reroute the layer for biofoam....

_{[ He listened and kind of nodded, because he understood some of that, but not all of it. He was good at making things, but armor didn't tend to be one of them.

He finally just laughed softly and took a sip of his beer. ]}

Whatever you gotta do. You know more about it than me, so I leave it to you.

So... do I get to see the other stuff?

_{[ He's trying not to look like an excited kid, and he's managing it. Almost. ]}

Got your shit bagged up right here.

[ He taps the small duffel with his foot. Pulse pistol, rechargable batteries, ammo clip, etc. ]

Should last you a good while.

Great. I mean, I hope I don't have a reason to run through it to fast. Just don't want to get caught flat footed like I was during that last mess.

_{[ He grinned, taking the bag and dragging it over to unzip it and glance inside. Weapons, ammo, armor. Thank god someone was taking him seriously. ]}

You're my new favorite person. Where's a good place to try them out?

There are a few shooting ranges in D4 that won't give you much trouble. I'll send you the addresses.

[ A flick and a few lines of text and they ping on Kirk's glasses. ]

Aaaand there you go. I'd recommend keeping an eye on the temperature, they overheat like you wouldn't believe. Still working on that.

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