Once A Luck Charm

Westley E. Kitts { Former CSO of the USS Kelvin } Please do not call me "Kit-Kat" or "Ed". If you must, you may call me "West" and no; I will not "knitts" you a sweater or will I give you a "Kitts"—I doubt you have a lisp to begin with and I've heard wittier in the past. I am a master in hand-to-hand combat and no matter the phaser you put in my hand I will best you with it. I was trained to protect others: do not think I will not utilize my skills. { Indie RP blog for Star Trek AOS!OC tracking: kittsforgoodluck Multi verse, ship, fandom + oc friendly Muse and mun 21+ fc: Tom Hiddleston } STARFLEET OPERATIONS { LIEUTENANT COMMANDER }

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Even if we've never interacted before, sned me a scenario to put Westley in and I'll make not only a starter based off it but a drawing to go along with it~

Until: Forever because ilu guys and I'll probably rebog this from myself a few times yes.

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  { I will always love you, darling.

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"Just a bit, I mean come on; red shirts. Medical and Science is far superior."

"Half of them don’t know the difference between a linear and quadratic function. Or the difference between a bacteria and a virus."

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"Perhaps the standards from when I served have slipped some but each department knows itself well; it wouldn't take long at all. Granted you're not noticed before you begin."

"And while it's not our duty to actively call upon mathematics and the sciences to protect others from others, the examples you've used are rather elementary, miss."

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"Are you doubting my skills in camouflage?"

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"I'm not saying that in the least. I'm sure, as a member of Starfleet, you are keen to adaptation--for jest or not."

"However, it does sound as though you doubt your ship's security detail."

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"How honorable." She told him sincerely, nothing sarcastic in her tone. Anna half wished she could do something like that instead of bury her eyes against a microscope or handle hypos all day long. She wanted to do something that greatly mattered, even if just once. She nodded and replied, "Right…should have guessed by your color. Is it weird being back to work? I mean…well I guess if it was a time slip it wasn’t like you lost any time…right…?" Anna asked, still wrapping her head around this.

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Despite the sincerity he could hear in her voice, Westley’s smile reflecting his quiet thanks, he couldn’t help the tease at his friend. “The lovable oaf needed someone to help him if he wasn’t.” And she was doing great things—Westley had always admired the medical team; they always had to clean up his teams’s mess when the dust settled. They, for the most part, kept their people.

“No no, it’s all right.” He chuckled softly. “No harm done. And yes, it was… very strange. Very disorientating, at first. Starfleet helped, though. Got me back on my feet.” He took a small breath, letting it out in a laugh. “It wasn’t not weird, it helped me… stabilize.” Westley nodded. “The event only lasted a few seconds for me but—it took me nearly thirty years into the future.”

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She frowned at the man’s words, had no idea what they were supposed to mean. To her, this was already worse enough. She wouldn’t want to imagine anything worse. The little girl nodded but staye quiet, letting him do and trying to hod back the upcoming tears more and more. Her green eyes widened slightly as the device suddenly started 

"Wh-what is this, Mister Westley?", she stuttered the question, fear clearly hearable in her voice but she knew he was right so she just tried to stand as still as she could. Sniffling a bit, Jamie shook her head. "No, he had no Starfleet symbol .. and he not wearing an uniform like yours. H-he looked different and always talked something into his communicator.."

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Well—he’d hoped that would help her relax. Admittedly though, it didn’t make much sense, did it? She was just a little thing, she probably hadn’t seen much in her life yet in the way of war and the like, despite being so closely related to Starfleet. His mistake. As was not showing her the device that would heal her before hand.

He couldn’t stop now though, it only would have hurt more when they started back up again. “It’s new technology, to me that is, but it’s in essence a rapid healer.” He was security, not medical. And the healing was done by the time she was done explaining to him, and Westley was wiping up her hands a bit better with a new wipe. This man that chased her was… strange. “Did he say who he was talking to, or could you not hear?”

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"I didn’t do it."

Bruce groaned, passing a hand over his eyes. “What happened this time? Wait- do I even know you?”

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Standing a touch straighter, Westley couldn't help but feel he was being scolded. Maybe because while he wasn't directly responsible for what happened, he was still apart of it. "Uhm, no; no you don't. My name is Westley Kitts."

He cleared his throat, looking back to the door before his forearm, which his other hand was gripping tightly. "However, I am injured and I was informed there was a doctor here. There was an incident in the hall, broken glass and the like--it's being cleaned as we speak."

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"I’m debating whether or not to steal a red operations uniform, hang out in engineering and see how long I last before somebody notices it’s me."

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"Quickly, one would reckon."

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"Mmhmm. Happens quite often around here, though we’re not sure why. Something to do with our war, I suppose."

"But hey, at least you have a home to go back to. I’m sure you’ll find your way back eventually, they all do." There was a bit of a sad tone laced in her words. It was quickly covered up as she poured him a generous amount from the whiskey bottle in front of her before throwing her own glass back.

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Oh, Lord. There were so many things he could tell in what little she told him. Normally he didn't drink but, well, he shouldn't've been rude. And while it was just a few mouthfuls, when he let out his breath he tried not to choke on the burn, smooth as it was.

"You grew fond of someone while they were here, didn't you." She didn't make it obvious, no, his tone let her know that. Her knocking back her glass, however--that was never a subtle hint someone had troubles.

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"So if you’re here because of some sort of time mishap…what does that mean?" Anna was thinking out loud now, squinting her eyes to look at him. "Are you from, like, the past or the future because of some kind of wormhole?" She’d heard of the whole Nero incident with Vulcan and the U.S.S. Enterprise before she had become a member. Heard of it was putting it lightly anyways.

Anna shook his hand firmly before dropping it again by her side. With a smile, she said, “Likewise. What division are you in anyways? I’m medical.” Hence her outfit, her expression and slight wave of her hands over her dress giving it away.

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She already had him off guard at the first question, mouth ajar, words caught in his throat as he thought of how to reply. Then there was her second question, which was a little easier to answer. "From the past, I do believe." Westley nodded. "I'm not sure why I'm here but, I doubt there's much of a plan for me. This simply... happened. I was trying to save my captain at the time."

There was a kind, professional smile in return to hers, as well as a nod. "Ah, yes--blues are sciences and medical now." Westley chuckled lightly, mostly to himself. When it came to uniform colors these days he felt like he was seeing double. "I'm in operations; security, specifically." Looking down briefly, he tugged at the hem of the red cloth over him.

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Jamie grit her teeth at the man’s words. “Can you fix it?”, she asked, unsure if he actually could. To her, Bones was the person that always fixed her when she was hurt. “Can you make it stop?”, she wanted to know, sniffing a bit.

She looked awaiting at the man, the little fist slowly opening just to let them see a rather deep cut across her palm. It had stopped bleeding almost though. Nodding slightly, she glanced down at her hand and had the feeling it would start hurting then even more. Wincing a bit, tears welled up in the young girl’s eyes. “Yes .. he had weapons. And he looked grumpy..”, she pointed out in a mumbled tone.

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“I’ve stopped worse with less than I have now.” He replied confidently, a small smile on his lips. “You’re going to be just fine, Jamie.” Yes, there was a good amount of blood on her hands but that was easily cleaned, Westley gently wiping her palm free with a pad of gauze before dabbing a disinfecting wipe over her. He still head her hand as he grabbed a small hand-held device which whirred when he activated it.

“Now, this is going to pinch but we’ll be done after a few seconds. I just need you to keep your hand as still as a statue until then, all right?.” Once he explained, with another smile, he slowly drew the equipment over her wound, letting it stitch her together. To distract her, he asked her more about this man. “Weapons? Like Starfleet’s? Was he in a uniform like ours?”

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"Want to hear a secret?"

"If you’re wiling to tell one, of course."

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Jim nodded, understanding exactly what Wes was talking about. It was sort of dangerous making close friends- the heartbreak after possibly losing them would be debilitating. His friends could speak for that. “They didn’t feel right walking into our lives… reminding my mother of what she’d lost” he shrugged “I was too young to notice anyway.”

"I can imagine- I saw the holovids of the first ultrasound my mother got… George seemed more excited than she was. It was nice, seeing them so happy"

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“That’s… very likely, yes.” Still didn’t make it right or acceptable. Winona was a wonderful woman. She certainly didn’t deserve to lose George nor should she have brushed off for the sake of ‘burdening’ her. “Regardless. I’m sorry, I tried,—” His voice quickly trailed, green eyes glancing over Jim’s face before completely stopping himself with a quiet sigh that slowly emptied his lungs.

“Well, he would be—he was always a family man, even when he thought he wasn’t. That, and he didn’t have to gestate you.” The laugh is small, wanting to be more but staying humble. “They were always like that.” Westley commented with a nod. “You know, your mother, she loves you very much too. Whenever I saw her, if George wasn’t there, she was talking to you. Humming, singing. Swearing, occasionally, under repercussion of either your father or myself.”

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Another Time :✮: Tib & Uncle Wes

He wasn't family, not in the biological sense, yet there he was; at the Kirk Family Reunion. Well--for anyone else it would have been another dinner, but they made an occasion of it, what with the boys out in space it was rare they all could physically visit. Because of that, George had pulled a couple strings he couldn't and helped get him out of London for the week to visit.

But now it was late and, even with all their modern technology, jet lag was a bitch.

So Westley took refuge on the back porch to indulge in one of his guiltier pastimes, once he thought everyone was asleep or at least tucked away in their room for the evening. Ages ago George had him promise he wouldn't smoke in front of the kids. Even though they were adults now, ironically, that wasn't a habit he could break.