#highly1ogical

[yourdisco]

this is the last thing she needed today , having just argued with the cabinet about finances and security protocols , kate was exhausted . UNIT had elevated their position with an era of transparency , but that meant more public scrutiny . the UN had been a pain in the arse and as much use as a chocolate fireguard . UNIT was now facing the alien incursion alone , as per usual . ❛ kate lethbridge - stewart , commander in chief of the unified intelligence taskforce . for precautions , we are armed .   ❜

it wasn't a threat , rather an awareness . she steps forward from her colleagues , hoping the male was not hostile but even she was prepared . she hated guns , but saw them as a necessary evil . ❛ state your name and your purpose , we can help you if our aims are aligned .  ❜ and by christ , she hoped they were for the sake of eight hours sleep .

@highly1ogical liked for a starter from KATE LETHBRIDGE - STEWART .

[etoilebleu]

cont. from here

eyes light up and she gives a breathy laugh, dripping with sarcasm. hand curls into a fist and rests on the metal wall beside them, tongue lining her gums while she looked him up and down. " right. sure-- " she nodded, the other hand in her pocket while her body curled inward, studying every muscle in his face down to every body part. observing in an almost predatory way. spock was uncomfortable. good. she was uncomfortable.

newly dyed hair was tucked behind her ear, giving him a quick nod. because of course he was. brows raised at the word apologize, calla leaning in even further. " yeah--because you wouldn't apologize for anything else, right? " giving him a cynical smile. she didn't care what scott could hear.

this was the first time she'd properly seen him in a bit. a lot of tension was there.

calla searched his gaze once more, desperately looking for a weak spot. for she herself was riddled with them.

" oh but its such a slow day. surely you have a second to boost crew morale before I give you that report." she smirked, chin lifting.

" have you got anything nice to say about me, mister spock ? " her voice lowered now, lips parting. " or are you simply disgusted by my presence now? " // @highly1ogical

[clochanam]

it's true what they say. you really don't know what you're missing. granted, that's always been said in the wider context of trying to get someone to try something new. but there's a statement of fact in it, too, that often goes unnoticed. aisling has spent her entire life thusfar on earth. nothing wrong with that. just the way it is, the fashion in which her hand of cards was dealt. but now, standing in an honest-to-god spaceship, staring out at the vast and limitless bounds of the universe, dazzling stars winking across the inky black of space, whispers of nebulae and galaxies ahead...

she didn't know this was possible. so she never missed it. until now, that is.

a slight rush of air alerts her to her new companion, and she turns slightly, a small smile, wondering and awed, touching her lips. " sorry. i'm not in the way, am i? i... i've never seen anything like this before. i feel sort of... significant. ye must never get sick of this, huh? all those planets... you must have so many stories to share, no? "

@highly1ogical / s.c.

[lookedinfinite]

[ BESIDE ] sender sits next to the troubled receiver at a social event so that they don’t have to feel alone from @highly1ogical

it's hard not to be painfully aware of the time, of how slowly seconds seem to tick away. how exhausting it is to feel like a fish in a bowl - to keep blank expression, letting it border on bored, sipping at her drink as if her posture isn't so stiff it might cause her to crack. there's so many unspoken rules: all of which she's worked so hard to memorise, to uncode in clues and reactions. but, as far as she's aware, there's another good half an hour to go before it's socially acceptable for her to leave.

half an hour in which to come up with an excuse that doesn't reveal too many vulnerabilities, blame to be passed to some unfinished project instead of how untrusting eyes burn through freckled skin. so her attention mostly remains on window - on incredible view - on stars instead of admirals. not that it takes more than a glance to know who has taken seat next to her, little hum echoing in romulan's throat - fringe and brown locks masking the majority of own sharp features. "am I going to be told I'm being antisocial, mister spock?" low tease comes out all the same.

[clochanam]

“plots please”

send me " plots please. " and i'll respond with three (or more!) plots i think our muses could interact through! ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING! )

okay fair warning, my memory of the movies is shaky at best, buT I'M DETERMINED DESPITE MY LATENESS!!

similar to what we did with jim, spock arrives in the diner via a portal. maybe jim is still there, maybe it's before or after, but the thing is, spock is undoubtedly the all-time favorite of the kids. like, sincerely, the kids love jim, right? they ADORE spock. so every time aisling tries to ask him to take a look at the portal, they're always delayed by the kids wanting to talk to him. however, i do feel like if we're talking abt these dynamics in terms of "genres", spock has more of that investigative quality. aisling and jim are flirting so much they forgot about the portal, spock shows up and likely has it figured out by day 2!

secondly! portal but it's reversed. aisling and jim are in the diner, trying to understand the portal, when suddenly it becomes active again and pulls the two of them in and on to the ship. jim is naturally very busy, aisling struggles to find her place in the grand scheme of things, but spock becomes a steady source of information and logic for her against her own emotions. maybe she becomes a chef, but if this were a high school, she's always sitting at spock's table. i think we have a thread connecting into this, but yeah! the contrast between spock in manhattan and aisling in space, v appealing to me!

my final idea is more cosmic and crossover-y bc timelines, but here we go! aisling is stranded on vormir. she's got the soul stone back, but she's still weakened to the point that she can't leave. however, maybe it's picked up on the sensors on the ship (i'm 90% sure of the name but i'm a chickenshit pls forgive!) and she's collected by the crew. from there, a bond is formed. aisling continues to meet with the crew, the diner serving them free of charge relentlessly. she's also known to fly out to them when possible, resulting in many catch-ups and also many team-ups throughout the years. she holds spock in particularly high esteem though, based on his calm reasoning and approach that always steadies and grounds her during moments of highly intense stress and pressure, which are plentiful in their line of work!

[etoilebleu]

cont. @highly1ogical

it didn't seem bad. a seemingly artificial wound where her stomach was. sick bay was overloaded--there was no need to wait, she thought. she could go to her room and patch it herself. really, it felt like nothing.

the more she walked--the more aggravated it had become. slowly bleeding into her stomach lining. as soon as she stepped foot into her room, she felt it. such a foreign liquid within, hand flew over her mouth, calla immediately retching. a few drops of blood escaped from in between her fingers, the engineer frantically running to her bathroom.

shit. shit, shit, shit.

bloody hand wiped over the door on her way there, heavy breaths taken while she braced herself over the sink. oh no. she looked down, seeing just how blood soaked the area around the wound was now. more blood came up her throat, coating the sink. it was dark and rich in color.

heartbeat drummed in her ears, eyes wide while she tried to stand up straight. she'd messed up badly. underestimating a stab wound and now it could be deadly.

" f---uck. FUCK ! " palm slammed against the sink, throwing up blood once more, again and again. until she was coughing it up constantly. here she was--hoping it would stop enough for her to let herself out of the bathroom.

body began to grow weak, calla slowly lowering herself to the floor while breaths started to get shallow. it was everywhere. the sink, the floor-- her clothes, down her chin and chest. a hand covered the wound, attempting to apply pressure with what little energy she had left.

in her delusional state, she heard his voice, calla sitting right up. her thought process was: he couldn't see this. it was too much. even though she was actively bleeding out--he could not see this.

eyes welled up with tears, lips quivering while she weakly cried out to him. " don't-- " she couldn't even finish before she coughed up more blood, spitting it out as fast as she could to finish her sentence. taking a deep breath to get the words out. she sat on the floor, body held up by the glass of her shower.

" DON'T COME IN HERE ! "

[etoilebleu]

@highly1ogical cont.

liar. liar, liar, liar. as soon as there was word they were retreating, calla stomped her way into the turbo lift, huffing in frustration. it seemed like almost every time she wasn’t on a mission—something went wrong.

was the wrong on the mission that she wasn’t there?

his door came into view and promptly slid open, that frustration and anger melting away the minute she saw his face, having to had just discarded his dirtied uniform.

feet hurried to his side, body pressed against his to feel the cooler, living, breathing temperature of the vulcan, hands reaching up to grab his face. words fell out of his mouth, and calla half listened to them, thumb grazing over his bottom lip while she studied his face, like there was a chance she had taken that for granted.

brows furrowed when he finished, spock carrying on with his silent affection and apology. hands slid down his neck and traps until they held his shoulders, pushing on her toes to give him a bit of an aggressive kiss, a muffled sound vibrating off of them before she parted.

“ is that so? “ she looked him up and down, twisting her lips as if she hadn’t already planned for this.

“ guess I’m coming too, then. “ giving him a tight lipped smile, patting his bicep, checking to see if he was ready to go.

“ what’s down there anyway? “

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> FEET DANGLE OVER .. the edge of the bio bed. palms pressed flat against the mattress on either side of her - head ducked low. a heavy breath escaped her. she was sore. her headache had gone. thanks to doctor mccoy , but nothing would help her muscles. looking up , ellie catches spock's eye and she shakes her head. ❝ not a lot. ❞ brows furrowed. ❝ i'm sorry. ❞ she continued. ❝ i don't always mean to cause trouble when i show up. ❞

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @highly1ogical 🏝️ asked ​ ❝ how much do you remember? ❞