.003 - mass comminique here

[captain_jtkirk]

Well that didn't take long.

Derek, let's talk.



[Private to Vesper and Bond separately]

Thank you.

[Private to Bruce]

So where's my apology?

[Private to Ivy]

Nice.

[Private to Spock, Prefect, and Shego separately]

You make it through the port okay?

[He slept, for the record.]

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[lastrat]

[If they didn't have some common ground and James didn't have a small armory in his room, yes, it could be a very, very bad idea. Fortunately, James isn't planning on shooting either of them, so he turns the phaser over in his hands, getting a feel for it and yeah, it's not that different. He can work with this.]

Useful, [he says dryly.] It'll be slightly messier if you shoot yourself. [Just drawling that because duh, but he keeps himself entertained.

Going to the shooting stall or whatever the hell they're actually called, Bond raises his arms in a shooting stand, left hand gripping the butt of the phaser, right poised on the trigger.] It's light.

[Then he says nothing, just zeroes in on the target like a proper marksman, keeping his limbs still, locked, muscles in his hand tightening until he squeezes the trigger and gets a solid bullseye in the center of the paper target.]