( 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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[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.