The sound echos through on the network. There is the sound of metal hitting the floor, then a large thud following it. A warning beep follows and the voices of a man and a woman come through, mumbled but still present. Then the sound cuts out.
Not long after, the video feature turns on. James Kirk is staring into the feed, his eyes set, a frown on his face. The expression is hard to read on the pale face, but it's clear he is angry, terrified, and worried all at once. Maybe a few other emotions thrown in that Kirk can't even properly describe himself. He's leaning up against the bed in Sickbay, holding the device in one hand as the male nurse holds him up period. ]
Someone tell me what the hell is going on! [ He barks it out like an order, not a request. He's shaking, but not disorientated. In fact he looks far more alert than he should.
His crew is dead. He has seen Kaylee and McCoy's accidental posts on the network. He's seen the news announcements. His crew is dead. After everything--how is he even back--what is going on? ]
Captain, you're not--
I want answers! Get off me. I'm fine! [ And right as he says that, his legs give out and the nurse has to catch him. Another walks over and uses a hypospray right in his neck. His favorite! ] I said get off me, that's an order! Will someone tell me why they're dea--[ the nurse cuts the feed. ]