auspex_caelo: (Observing)
Stratos Caelus ([personal profile] auspex_caelo) wrote in [community profile] nexus_crossings2018-01-05 09:30 pm

New Year, New Trials

Stratos hasn’t been in the Nexus since Halloween, but today the Imperial tribune is standing in the middle of the plaza rather than at his people’s desk. Both his steel-plated boots and the red cloak draped from his shoulders are spattered with mud. He cradles his crested helmet under one arm, running a hand through his untidy hair.

It’s been a rough few months for him, but he’s refusing to show it. Especially since the first days of the new year have brought yet another emergency for him. Another very personal emergency.

“Good day. Does anyone here have information on the whereabouts of Captain James T. Kirk? Alternatively, a method to contact him aside from use of a PINpoint?” He glances down at his pocket, urgency creeping into his voice despite himself. “Preferably before anyone does something… reckless in pursuit of him.”
boldygoing: (Beard: Listening intently)

[personal profile] boldygoing 2018-01-18 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Willing and able." Jim tries not to sound too eager to go, but fuck, he wants to get to the bottom of this and now that it's being dangled right in front of him, how can he not jump at the chance? He knows damn well he won't be able to relax until he knows, one way or another, whether his counterpart is okay. Just 'alive' isn't good enough.

"It'll be faster than going back and forth," he adds, if Felix is reluctant to bring him along. "If nothing else, I'd be another set of eyes to help look for any more clues."
conjuredskies: (Sidelong)

[personal profile] conjuredskies 2018-01-19 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
For a couple of seconds it looks like Felix does want to object. His mouth draws tight: he glares at Stratos before his eyes flit back to Jim. He knows when he hasn't a hope of winning an argument. Were it not an argument concerning Jim he wouldn't even hesitate in giving up. The fear that's been gnawing at him for months now has him clutching what he knows the way a starved wolf holds onto a bone.

Nonetheless. He can't refuse the chance.

"Very well." He bites his lip, but lifts his chin in something like hauteur before he sets the co-ordinates and offers his hand. He can keep his cool. He can deal with unsettling doppelgangers of the vanished man he loves. He can get through this without breaking down and demanding to know what the fuck the Nexus is trying to do to him.

They're going to find Jim. That's all that matters.