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Early in the 2000s, Earth was still only just recovering from the Genetics Wars that had ripped through the world.  Those conflicts set the groundwork for an even worse conflict--World War Three.  The nuclear holocaust had nearly knocked Earth back to the middle ages, but in the end it had fuelled the development of warp drive, which had of course paved the way for Starfleet and the Federation.

Every now and again, developing a new building would disturb some of the old ruins for that now centuries old conflict.  That was what was going on now--construction halted to excavate a building that had been bombed nigh into oblivion.  This particular one was exceptionally curious, it contained the remnants of a robotics factory that was a thousand times more advanced than records of that time would have indicated was possible.

Someone was carrying a body out of the excavation site, limbs hanging loosely.  There hadn't been any shouts or sounds of a cave-in, but there was definitely a body in the man's arms.  And surely if it was remains from that age old bombing it would have been nothing more than bones?

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He had lost how long he had been there. Wherever he was being held, he was retained in a small area surrounded by iron bars, shrouded in complete and utter darkness. The only time he could see is when the other came in to either give him food or to experiment, allowing Spock to see the green blood stains on the cement ground and his dirty clothing, but not the face of the man who thought of him as a test subject. 

The experiments were what kept him up at night. He would remember the pain once he began to relax, slowly altering his mind and what he could perceive from others. Spock would hold onto the bars, waiting for the evil man to enter once more, stretching his mind so much he could hear the thoughts of whoever it was.

Emotions were never an aspect of Spock, but the unknown brought on the sense of being frightened and confused. The only thing he awaited was any chance of escape, feeling around his small area to find any loose objects he could either use as a tool or a weapon.

It was rare that he left the ship- actually, unless they were home, he almost never left the ship. So when he got to go on an away mission, Chekov was excited- even when he and the captain ended up stranded down there for three days, he didn't lose the pep he'd had. 

It wasn't until the fifth day that he started to worry, though he didn't convey it- by the eighth, they were back on the ship. He'd fractured something in his leg, but seeing as they'd been a few days on their own, Chekov wasn't about to put his well being before the captain's. Once the captain was secured in the medbay, the Russian return to his cabin to sleep, sure the pain in his leg would subside.  It was only after he struggled to walk to the bridge that he thought maybe something was up, and when his shift was over, he found himself slowly making his way to the medbay. It was too much, he realized- the adrenaline from being stranded had long since worn off- 

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Opinion on;

Character in general: Star Trek’s filled with loads of amazing characters, but I have to say— Leonard McCoy’s one of my favourites. I love his wit, and I find the relationship between him and Kirk precious. How they play them: Brilliantly! I feel that the mun has a pretty good grasp on the character, and I can hear Leonard’s voice in our roleplay.The Mun: Prior to our first interaction (where I basically spazzed out at being followed by their blog), I haven’t had the chance to talk much with the mun, but they seem friendly, and easygoing with plot ideas.

Do I:

RP with them: Yes— we’ve got a bridesmaid-best man thread going that’s unfortunately still in my drafts; I’m reaaaally sorry about that but I’ll get to it this week since I’ve got less assignments to settle this week!Want to RP with them: YES.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Perf.

"Let it go."