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universal_charm) wrote2024-02-11 11:01 pm
universal_charm) wrote2024-02-11 11:01 pm
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Kirk x Jake - PAU
They really should put more of a focus on cardio at the Academy, Kirk thought as his own lungs did a passing imitation of burning coals with each gulp of air. Granted he had been pushing them pretty hard, dashing through a strange jungle on a strange planet they didn't even have a name for yet, just a series of numbers, and those hardly counted as a name.
That or he was very out of shape, but he didn't want to consider that particular possibility. Least of which because it would leave him at the mercies of a man who was already going to be shouting his ear off when they got back up. He thought he had heard him over the comms demanding that they be transported up, which granted he was happy to do, but it turned out their mystery planet produced natural areas that made transporting difficult to say the least. Like your atoms might not come out in the right places kind of difficult.
So running it was to the nearest 'clear' area. Which wouldn't be so bad if the area was not also inhabited by what they were all assuming was a very territorial creature, and just had to pray was not an omnivore - or worse, carnivore. Did that matter on this planet? Who knew, but he didn't want to be the piece of flesh they tested the theory out on. The science department would be thrilled, no doubt. From what small glimpses they had managed before starting their cross-country fleeing he had the notion the creature was beautiful from human standards. It certainly blended in with the vibrant, lush jungle around them and if it made noise his human ears were to deaf to hear it. His lizard brain felt it though - that creeping presence that shrieked that eyes were on him and they were not kind of merciful or attuned to reason.
He jerked his body over a lump of fallen foliage, choking on his cry when his foot clipped the back, sending him tumbling. He rolled with the momentum, hating that it cost him distance (probably), made him vulnerable. He twisted back to his feet, sucking in a hiss at the knife-sharp pain slicing through his ankle, shoving it back down thanks to adrenaline and single-minded determination to not die on a nameless planet.
"100 feet!" he called out to those running ahead of him. "Get ready to transport!" His hand slid down to his phaser, breaths as sharp as the pain in his ankle now. Just a 100 more feet. Well, more like 150 for him.
And that was definitely a growl.
That or he was very out of shape, but he didn't want to consider that particular possibility. Least of which because it would leave him at the mercies of a man who was already going to be shouting his ear off when they got back up. He thought he had heard him over the comms demanding that they be transported up, which granted he was happy to do, but it turned out their mystery planet produced natural areas that made transporting difficult to say the least. Like your atoms might not come out in the right places kind of difficult.
So running it was to the nearest 'clear' area. Which wouldn't be so bad if the area was not also inhabited by what they were all assuming was a very territorial creature, and just had to pray was not an omnivore - or worse, carnivore. Did that matter on this planet? Who knew, but he didn't want to be the piece of flesh they tested the theory out on. The science department would be thrilled, no doubt. From what small glimpses they had managed before starting their cross-country fleeing he had the notion the creature was beautiful from human standards. It certainly blended in with the vibrant, lush jungle around them and if it made noise his human ears were to deaf to hear it. His lizard brain felt it though - that creeping presence that shrieked that eyes were on him and they were not kind of merciful or attuned to reason.
He jerked his body over a lump of fallen foliage, choking on his cry when his foot clipped the back, sending him tumbling. He rolled with the momentum, hating that it cost him distance (probably), made him vulnerable. He twisted back to his feet, sucking in a hiss at the knife-sharp pain slicing through his ankle, shoving it back down thanks to adrenaline and single-minded determination to not die on a nameless planet.
"100 feet!" he called out to those running ahead of him. "Get ready to transport!" His hand slid down to his phaser, breaths as sharp as the pain in his ankle now. Just a 100 more feet. Well, more like 150 for him.
And that was definitely a growl.