@dutyboundx
He’s got his PADD clutched tight to his chest, knuckles almost white. There’s a tightness in his chest, too, urgency in his step. If he’d been aboard the Enterprise, everything would be fine. He’d have turned straight to Captain Kirk, or Commander Spock, or Sulu. Everything would have launched into action. But the Enterprise is docked. Quiet. Almost empty.
Instead he’s here, desperately searching for someone, anyone who’ll be able to help him. Through a haze of something that’s beginning to taste like panic, he catches sight of familiar features. Relief spikes through him and he hurries over.
“Captain!” PADD is pushed into surprised hands, Pavel’s words tumbling over themselves in an effort to get them out quickly enough. “There is something which you need to see -- it is most urgent and we must immediately ---”
His eyes catch up with his mouth, belatedly. His tangle of words stalls in his throat, panic rising once more to clutch at his throat.
“I thought you were Captain Kirk,” he says, bleakly, clearly distressed. “боже мой. There is not enough time ----”
