AOS Meets TOS - Kirk x Kirk

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He knew better than to count the days. He stopped when his mind just naturally lost track, and it was better that way. Keeping track of the time was a really fast way to drive yourself mad, wasn't it? And he needed to keep sane. He had to.

Never mind that he hadn't showered in... who knows when. He was used to his own odor by now and tried not to think to much on how greasy his hair must his look. His jaw and chin at least stopped itching from the growing beard. He liked to imagine he looked like quite the rugged sort of mountain man, and not the desperate strandee he was.

For the upteenth time that he dare not track, he wormed his way into the shuttle he had managed to only partially crash planet side. Carefully he edged towards to the front where the controls were, reaching out to check one of the few functioning pieces left - the SOS signals. Still working, thank god, quietly beeping as it released out his cry into the infinite abyss. A long shot, but his only shot, and he rather hoped that the code attached - the call sign for the Enterprise, using the captain's particular signature code - would help with a response.

He had to have some kind of hope, right?

His check done, he wriggled his way back out, going over to his survival kit and grabbing his knife. Time to go check the traps and see if he could scrounge up some plant life and pray that it didn't kill him.

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Captain's Log -- Stardate: 220331

We've picked up a short-range distress signal that would be otherwise unremarkable but for the fact it seems an exact match for not only one of our own shuttles but my own personal code. Since both myself and the shuttle in question are safely aboard, the question is both obvious and inescapable. Scotty has a security team in Transporter Room 2, and I and Mister Spock are on our way to greet our... guest.

Jim strode down the corridor, a familiar thrill racing through him that, when he became aware of it, made him smile briefly and glance a this First Officer sidelong. Spock would never admit to such a thrill, and call Jim's own sense of it illogical given that they were walking yet again into the unknown, but that was exactly why they were both here, wasn't it?

How this mysterious individual had gotten hold of their tech, let alone this particular signature, was naturally a matter of some concern from a Federation security standpoint. But it was also just... interesting. Was is someone Jim had known? A friend, or someone he'd crossed? Was it a form of revenge, or mere survival taking an unexpected form? Or was there some other explanation, verging into sheer coincidence? He rubbed his hands together as the doors opened and they stepped in. Nodding to Scotty, the chief engineer began the process, and Jim hoped it wasn't too much of a shock.

They'd tried signaling back, of course, but whatever equipment was left down there wasn't in good enough shape to take a message. So Jim waits near the transporter pad, hands behind his back, eager for an answer.