action;
Not here, but in our world, with the resources, perhaps you could have. Kirk told me he saves my crew after I fire on your ship.
[He shook his head, then. This was pointless, he'd let his anger get the better of him. McCoy was probably right anyway, He probably wasn't lying, but he couldn't be sure, not without knowing the future, how this whole thing ends. Maybe McCoy would tell him, he wished someone would.
He laid a hand on the nearest torpedo then. Much as he hated it, plan B was the only option for now. Beating the Serpent, taking down the System, escaping from here, changing the future, it was the only way he was going to see his crew again and get all the things he desired.] I still want the torpedoes.