They land and gather outside the transport to pick up their away bags and room id chips. Jim sees McCoy making haste in the direction of the residence wing. “You doing okay, Bones?” he jogs to catch up.
“Am I doing okay? You were the space case the whole ride over. Now me, on the other hand, I’m just glad to have my feet on soil. Whether it’s having my molecules disintegrated and scattered across the damn universe, or trusting a tiny transport to not manage to crash and leave me stranded with you lot–“ McCoy throws his hands up for dramatic flair. “But seriously Jim, you tell me if something is wrong.”
“I’m totally fine but transports make you pretty grouchy.“ Jim laughs and sees Spock approaching from his peripheral.
“Excuse me if I am interrupting, Captain. I was hoping to speak before we all venture off. I understand if you wish to spend your leave at a local pub with the doctor, but if at any point during the week-” Spock says as he hovers his hand over his bag where his 3-D chess set is tucked away.
“I can always make time for a game with you, Mr. Spock. How about it, Bones? Care to join us while you continue on your tirade against various forms transportation?”
“I’m on leave, Jim. I would like a few hours of peace.” Jim shoots him a look. “Don’t give me that look. I said a few hours, not the whole damn shore leave! We can spend the rest of the time as the three musketeers but give me some rejuvenation time. Just manage to keep yourself harm free until the morning. We can all go for bottomless brunch tomorrow. Chicken and waffles, and all you can drink mimosas.” McCoy began to trail on and walk off.
“Well Spock, meet me in half an hour or whatever time you need settle in.” Jim tilts his head in the direction of the rooms. Spock nods and walks into his own room.
khan: hey.... friend...... could i read all of the technical manuals about your ship? you know, the inner workings... how to best take over... that sort of thing :)
