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[jirk]

[Chekov, unlike Bones, gets a voice message. Jim sounds tired, serious, and a little-- apologetic, almost.]

Hey, Chekov. Spock's gone home. I want a general meeting, you, me'n'Bones ASAP. Hang in there, kid.

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[Chekov can hear the fatigue. The Captain must be taking this hard.]

Aye, sir. All I need to know is when and where.

[It doesn't matter if he has plans. He'll break them.]

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[jirk]

I'll get back to you on that one, Mr. Chekov.

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Yes, sir.

Starfleet communicator-- closed to canonmates

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Morning of the 16th, just after Asti's mind-blast

[jirk]

Ensign. Report in.

[He wants to know if his crew felt that too, and if they're all right in the interim.]

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[Chekov sounds slightly out of breath when he responds-- he'd been out running when it hit. He'd nearly tripped and spent a few minutes sitting on the curb. The sound of his communicator snapped him out of it.]

I am in the Water Sector, sir.

[jirk]

You okay?

[Of course he sounds worried, where Chekov's concerned. Closest thing he has to a brother, right?]

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Yes. I-I'm fine, Captain.

Did you feel it too, the... telepathic connection?

[jirk]

Yeah. The first month I was here, everybody got visited by the turtle. Same basic feeling, except not so much with the grief and the sadness.

[He exhales, and scrubs a hand across his face.]

Look, I'm gonna come get you, stay put.

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Yes, Captain.

[He figures it's pointless to protest that he's fine.]

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[washitaway]

[Booker still sounds rough, but he's not drunk anymore anyway.]

It's done. Come and get it and be done with it.

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On my way.