#iteradastra

[sadnessruns]

[ @iteradastra​ || Hugh & Paul ]

Wandering into sickbay was nothing new by Paul’s standards, ever since he’d joined Starfleet the number of injuries he’d gotten that required medical attention beyond his own first aid had skyrocketed. This time was no different, it seemed. One of his hands wrapped up tightly in his uniform jacket, slightly soaked through with blood, wasn’t anything unusual he supposed, but still something he was not interested in having to deal with. Especially because Culber was there, he’d gotten back to work and Paul was still struck with a mix of emotions surrounding his (ex?-) partner’s return. 

Shaking his head, Paul slipped into sickbay and caught the attention of one of the nurses, a weak smile on his face as he made eye contact only for it to disappear as he sat down. His eyes scanned the familiar room, just watching to make sure Culber wasn’t here to tell him he was being an idiot, Paul didn’t need that today. 

Then, then the other figure caught his eye. The cybernetic augment they’d picked up. Paul watched him with curiosity, then looked away. It was rude to stare, but he was curious, engineering of augmentations on human bodies had caught his attention more since he had his own implants added for ease of the spore drive, after all.

[therapardalis]

“If your back is to the wall, convince somebody else that they want the wall more.”

[owedfavors-a]

        @iteradastra​​​ said:              “ thanks for coming after me. ” - Pike

          For a fleeting moment, surprise registered across her features. Not surprise that the gratitude came from him, of course — this was Christopher Pike. Where other captains might overlook such an effort, perceiving it as a given, he appreciated the work of his crew. But it was a given; leaving him behind was not, nor ever would be, an option.    ❛ Always, Captain. ❜    It was a promise she has no qualms about making — though she wondered absently if it might ultimately make him more complacent, more prone to finding himself in such predicaments.

          Then again, the station they were investigating had seemed safe enough; abandoned for centuries and with all systems dormant, by all appearances and according to all scans they’d been able to run from Enterprise. Powering up the onboard computer, however, had activated a cascading series of what Una could only assume to be self-defense mechanisms. Whatever the original purpose of the station, its makers had not wanted intruders.

          Two of the away team were back on Enterprise in sick bay receiving treatment for minor injuries, and she and Spock had wrangled the station’s computer back into passivity. Which had only left finding their absent captain in the station’s depths where it had sealed him away.

          She managed a wry smile, before adding,    ❛ But if I can make a suggestion — how about we get out of here, sir? ❜

[ncthingstars]

@iteradastra / s.c.        ( twelve & hugh !! )

          “so it is true. you are leaving us.” there have been whispers throughout the compound for the last week or so that hugh, the drone-who-is-no-longer-a-drone, the borg who chose his own name, the borg who spread individuality throughout an entire cube --- the borg who is soon to be an ex-borg, if all goes well --- plans to depart the planet they have called their home for so long now. twelve of twenty, who until now has been keeping to herself, off to the sidelines, approaches him, a bold confidence in her voice and stance despite her small frame and stilted speech. “what is it that you are hoping to find out there---” she gestures upward toward the sky, “that we do not have, here?”

[normallyxstrange]

@iteradastra​​ sent: “ i just want to help. ” (modern!hugh + whoever you think he'd work best with?)

memes || selectively accepting

     What was making her so hard-headed as to not accept the offered help? Oh, it wasn’t him. It had nothing to do with him at all. It was her stubborn pride. 

     She was super-mom, after all. She should be able to do everything.

     Wren moistened her lips, debating it for a few seconds more, before she relented. “Yes, all right. Please.” She angled to one side so that the stacked books and scrolls wouldn’t topple when this helpful stranger took them. “Careful--don’t crush the papers. They’re... old.”

[diedsaving]

“you’re always welcome to come and talk if you have anything on your mind.” / pike via @iteradastra​.

jim’s jaw slacks for a second & he pauses in gathering his bag.  he cracks a grin.  he’s impressed that it only feels a little bit forced.  & that he manages to keep the little humorless laugh from seeing the light of day.  “yeah, cool.  okay.”  he straightens, bag thrown over his shoulder.  & there’s the laugh, more disbelieving than humorless.  definitely nothing genuine.  not even close.  maybe he can’t play nice after all.  “listen, man.  sir.  whatever,” kirk says.  he turns to face pike.  “i don’t need to ‘talk.’  i’m good.  i was good before you landed in riverside, i’m good now that i’m here in san fran, & i’ll be good later once i get out in the black.  i’m not here to make friends.  or be pals.  alright?”

[ncthingstars]

@iteradastra​ said: 💡 - zack MEME: send 💡 and I will say what one of the best parts about playing my muse is STATUS: accepting !!

 ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ohhhh ZACK. i literally have no idea how to keep this to one thing. i guess i have to go with the fact that watching the show, you can see that he’s literally a vulcan. i mean, hodgins and i think booth call him one in canon. so getting to throw him into a star trek verse ( aka giving me a reason to write him on here ) is super fun because i can tug on those strings.

but also, because i have to mention it --- he gets treated so horribly both by a lot of the characters and also the writers ( coughgormogoncough ) that getting to write a version of him where he’s thriving is really really nice.

[ncthingstars]

@iteradastra​ / ace and spanners

       “spanners, old friend, good to see you!” ace greets the engineer with a large grin and a one-armed hug, which he then throws over the man’s shoulders as they walk down the corridor together. “amazing, how two months can feel so much longer when you’re missing the company of friends.” he pats spanners on the back. “so tell me, how are things here? keeping your boys in line?”