( closed ) sometimes your best isn't good enough

[winscenario]

WHO: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, Jughead Jones
WHERE: a shuttle, Oros, and back at the Eluvio
WHEN: February 1st-4th
WHAT: Oros rescue mission
WARNINGS: Aside from the given planet destruction and Jim getting injured again, I don't expect anything else.

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[winscenario]

Bones still probably would call the reason behind the nickname somewhat embarrassing, Jim on the other hand liked that it was something just between the two of them. Not that he was so childish as to get petty or jealous over it, but still.

He huffed in amusement at the remark, shooting Jughead a lopsided grin. "Trust me, he's qualified to lecture people on far too many things." And he still lectured them on things he was not in fact qualified to lecture about. Never stopped him before.

When Bones mentioned his earlier incident with the Trilks, Jim had to stop himself from letting out a groan as he closed his eyes so he wouldn't just roll them. It shouldn't surprise him the doctor would just keep bringing up Bad Things that Should Not Be Mentioned in front of a kid who might be on the verge of panicking in the middle of a dangerous mission, and yet it did.

"Nothing like that. We found a wounded youngling. He was caught in a trap and pretty scared, lashed out when we tried to get close and help him," he paused a moment, then added. "Actually, I got too close. I should've been more careful. But I'm fine, and we did help him out in the end."

As they came up on the area, Jim slowed down the engines, activating the landing gear and smoothly lowering the ship onto the ground. "Alright, sensors say we should have about... twelve minutes before we have to be back in the shuttle. Sixteen at best." Unbuckling his seatbelt and turning to Jughead, he nodded for him to grab his helmet. "The suit will let you know if there's any danger for you before then. Stick close to me and I'll get you back in here before anything happens, though. Got it?"

[legendary_hands]

At Jim's remark, he sent him a mild glare. Where he was prone to giving the 'lectures' as he put it, he did it cause he cared. Not that Jim got that through his damn skull and paid it any mind. Damn brat that he could be, always gettin' hurt and the like. Still, he said nothing and let Jim deal with the kid.

He knew he was a little too blunt and outspoken to be calmin' Jughead down. He could do it in surgery, but they were currently flying. Into radiation. To save hostile aliens. He was just damn peachy about it all. Not that he planned to say anything. For the kid's sake as well as Jim's.

"Do as he says, kid. Jim's good at this sort of thing." He said it mildly with that hint of 'don't argue' all at the same time. Looking back at Jim, he gave him a very stern look, but bit his tongue. Finally he settled on a simple, "Be careful, alright?" At least try, is what his eyes said after that before setting up the computer to let them go out.

"If you get injured, that's what I'm here for."

[slackbeard]

"Got it." Time really is relative-- twelve minutes sounds like nothing right now. But if he's worried about following behind a guy who got injured picking up a lost kid, essentially, Jughead doesn't show it. He nods at Jim, grabbing the helmet and double checking that he's got everything he needs to survive and save some aliens. Mostly survive. Then McCoy gets a quick grin.

"I'm gonna remember that. Broken legs, paper cuts, injured pride-- you're the guy. The pact is sealed! There's no escape." If he makes it out of this, at least he'll be able to say he found a GP all on his own.

After a few minutes he takes position near Jim, not quite hovering because that's annoying as hell no matter what the circumstances, but in perfect follow the leader stance.

"Okay, so-- grab aliens, don't die, back in twelve-ish minutes. Easy!" Not easy. Whatever, they're doing this. "Ready to follow like a well-meaning duck in a space suit whenever you say so."

[winscenario]

Hey, it was a really big kid, alright. You try going toe to toe against something as large as a baby elephant, yet stronger and more aggressive than one. Also with really big... average-sized teeth and claws. Yep, okay, for the best that Jim's not saying any of that out loud. And lucky him that Bones didn't either.

"Not sure about injured pride," Jim huffs in amusement. Bones likely would just smack him (figuratively) and tell him to get the hell over it, what are you, an overgrown child. Although that can often be what people with a serious case of injured pride need to hear, so. Might just work out fine.

Putting on his helmet, he seals it shut and makes sure everything with the suit is in order, glancing at the two of them, especially Jughead so he knows he's put it on properly. Nodding, he grins far too confidently at the kid. "Yeah! Easy. You'll see."

He's gone through far more dangerous missions and far worse odds than this, so all in all, he's feeling pretty good about their chances. Hitting the controls to open the door, he steps outside slowly, greeted immediately by the sight of complete wreck and destruction, the ground shaking underneath their feet, dust clouding the air around them. It's not going to be easy finding anything in this mess, but Jim's determined to try, so he turns on the flashlights on his helmet. If he can't find any Trilks or Feks, he can hope they'll see the lights and find them instead.

[legendary_hands]

"Don't get so ahead of yourself, kid. Where I'll patch ya up, best not get yourself in situations you'll need a doctor." He alwys believed the best treatment was not needin' treatment to begin with. Not that he'd turn the kid away ever. "And don't worry none, Jim's pride is damn hard to deflate."

Pulling his own helmet on, he methodically checked for it for safety reasons before glancing over Jughead's just to be sure. Once he finished that once over, he turned to Jim. He knew Jim could put any space suit on with quick and easy efficiency, but he always checked. He just had to be sure the man took care of himself. Once he reassured himself of his best friend's safety, he took a deep breath and moved to stand at Jim's side just behind him as he always did.

Setting his jaw, he looked out over the desolate landscape and bit at the inside of his cheek. This wasn't what he signed up for. He was a goddamn doctor. But well... who else would watch Jim's ass? "Let's just get this over with. Are we staying together?" He sure as hell hoped so.