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Harry, hadn’t long; started his job, as the Enterprises’; personal trainer, and combat coordinator…in-fact, it had; only been, two weeks…but…in the blackness, of space; it sure felt, like a lot longer…

It had been, long enough though; that his compulsory, bi-monthly physical, was due…so…a trip, to medbay; would have to, be made, sooner or later…but Harry, hated anything; that resembled, a hospital…and so…much preferred, that it be later; and so, was keeping; his head down, in order to; get away with, avoiding it; for as long as, he possibly could…

@mcxoy

“Okay, let’s see what we have here,” Diana said to herself, taking the plastic bag, pulling out a few crystal samples, and put one under the microscope in her lab.

It had only been a week and a half into the five year mission, and the exploration team had just gotten back from their first planet. With them, they brought back samples of different flora and soil. Thankfully, they also brought back some rocks and crystals.

Tying her hair back in a loose ponytail, she looked through the microscope, centering it in her field of vision. She then turned on the screen next to her, revealing a large, blown up image of the rock formation. Taping a piece of paper to the screen, she started to trace the image’s outline, making sure she got every corner and plane. Granted, she could have just taken a picture, but she was old fashioned.

“Yeah they did.” Bones agreed with a derisive huff. He wasn’t wearing more than a simple suit, tie, and  a black Zorro-like mask. But then, who wouldn’t be able to identify the good doctor by voice and mannerisms alone?

“I am so glad I already had an appropriate dress. And masks are surprisingly easy to make, so that didn’t cost much, either. If it had, I probably would not have come.”

Rhee’s floor-length, crimson gown suited her tall, lithe figure. The dress was unadorned save the one embellishment at the waist, which tied in with the rhinestones on her black mask.

Jim slipped out of the base’s bar, hands shipping into the pocket of his jeans as he headed back to the ship’s beam -up point. He watched the various people make their way around him, all doing their own things, a mix of Starfleet, base personnel, civilians and other such groups, from all walks of life.

He was surrounded by people but he never felt more in the middle of nowhere. It was a strange realisation, one that almost stopped him on his tracks. Still, he continued on, shoulders slumped a little, mostly to blend in though.

((OOC: @mcxoy liked my permanent starter call for a starter))

            Steve was old – older than a human should be, older than Vulcans got, hell older than even some trees. And it wasn’t always that he felt that age. His crew kept him young for the most part, they were like family. Just like the families that had come before them and Steve remembered every last one that had come before them. They all held special places in his heart, but for now he allowed himself to relax, to not carry the weight of every family he’d had on his shoulders.                          Standing at the bar the blond drank back Klingon Bloodwine, this far into the neutral zone one could get almost any kind of liquor imaginable and Steve was pleased to find one that actually got him at least a little tipsy. Vulcan Brandy along with Aseir liquor being a few of the other drinks that he enjoyed. Listening to the conversations around the bar he smiled – this was familiar, bars were the same practically everywhere in the great wide universe.               Still there was a fight brewing somewhere behind him to the left and he looked behind him just in time to see the knife coming directly at his face. He wasn’t sure if the man actually meant to attack him because of who he was or if it was just because he was conveniently located but he wasn’t about to stand for it. One punch and the man was laid out on the floor, honestly he hadn’t meant to hit him that hard but apparently he’d stopped the man’s heart.               “Aw Fuck.” He swore and sank down to check the man’s pulse. No one here would care, the one benefit of being in the Neutral Zone but Steve still didn’t like to think that he’d killed someone who didn’t deserve it….    

I have seven threads in my drafts. Below is what I have and with whom. If you want to keep our threads, like this post. If you don’t like this post by this time tomorrow (2pm MST October 7th 2015), I’ll delete our thread

@belleoutofhell - This thing

@thechildoftwoworlds - You Were Warned                                     - Claiming What’s Mine                                     - Impropriety On The Bridge                                     - Affectionate

@logicallyemotional - Observing More Than Stars                                  - Stripper!Verse

To both Spocks, please let me know if you want to keep some of our threads but not others.