moves like jagger [open]

[jirk]

Characters: Jim Kirk and open!
Date: May 4th, watch as I refuse to crack jokes about rival sci-fi franchises.
Location: A couple different scenarios, thread starters for each. If you'd like to set up another scenario, PM me and we can hash out something else!
Situation: Jim's acquainting himself with the concept of being, you know, on a giant turtle.
Warnings/Rating: Shouldn't go past PG-13.
Notes: Starting in prose, feel free to hop in with prose or actionspam.

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[jirk]

"There's about a thousand planets involved, roughly eight thousand light years of space. Three of the founding races are non-human." He shrugged. Common knowledge, and she was obviously from an advanced enough civilization that the Prime Directive didn't exactly apply.

[cmdreffingshepard]

"Sounds more like the Citadel Council," Shepard says with a nod. "Inter-species cooperation. The Alliance is just the human government. Kind of funny, how much alike they sound, though." She hesitates a moment, takes a long drink, sighs. "I don't suppose you're dealing with a race of sentient machines trying to wipe out all advanced life in the galaxy?"

[jirk]

"Machines, no. Despotic Romulans, angry bipedal lizards, and the occasional Kligon, yes." He'd face Nero over the Gorn any day, honestly. At least Nero was just one person with one ship, however massive. The Gorn were an entire species who seemed to exist only for one purpose, one single and resolute purpose. The annihilation or assimilation of... well, everything.

[cmdreffingshepard]

The species names didn't mean anything to her, but she could definitely agree with the sentiment. "Well, it seems like quite a few things really are universal. Or... multi-universal." She took another swig of her beer. "Then again, I'm friends with a couple of people who might qualify as 'angry bipedal lizards', so."