HUMANITY DOES NOT dwell in this crevice of the universe, galaxies away from the planet wherein such would reside and oh there is life, yes, but no familiarity, no sense of home to be found in the places, the people, the vastness that is his life among the moons & stars ( there’s a crew out there, pieces of it ----- find them, find them, lay to rest the worries & nostalgia that plague you ) and if there is anything he has learned in this loneliness, it is that you do not ever truly grow used to it. Perhaps, if he gives it real thought ----- which he doesn’t & makes no plans to ----- such could argue how he located the boy so fast, human wielding alien technology & vibrant blue suit, sprinting across hostile planet with inhabitants chasing, hot on his heels; one of his kind, a strangely painful feeling ( in a good way --- bittersweet tug at heartstrings & this is not one of his crew but a human heart, human soul, nonetheless ) and he, ever the hero, does not fight the impulse that screams save him, SAVE HIM, SAVE HIM ------
FEET ARE HITTING THE ground in rapid succession ‘fore he’s even entirely aware he’s moving, ( MARTYR, MARTYR, the stars cry out, a million suns weeping for their darling ICARUS -------- ‘ do you know how to live without death on your heels ? ‘ ) phaser ----- stolen, some time ago, but his now ------ out & if there’s anything he’s grateful for, being stranded out here, alone, it’s that he has had an abundance of time to cater to his aim. Trigger pulled, once, twice, thrice ----- one for each attacker & there is a familiar rush ( excitement mingled with disgust ----- there is no pride in a fired gun but there is something in saving someone else ) as he comes to a stop before a child ------- a boy clearly distressed, alone, & Jim is far from an ideal guardian but he’ll do his best to see the kid to safety if nothing else.
❛ You alright? Good, ❜ He doesn’t wait for a response, quick glance thrown o’er shoulder as angry alien language gets ever louder, closer, hand slapping against boy’s shoulder in a rather lame show of reassurance, ❛ Then follow me. ❜ & he’s off again, making no attempt at holstering his weapon ----- if he needs it, he needs it, as unpleasant a thought as that is.