VIDEO ★ 001

[cortexual]

[ Cue up one particularly irate face. He's trying his hardest to act calm, to not to let the vein by his temple throb with his obvious distaste. It's an obvious struggle between professionalism and an outright rant, one that'll spread and engulf all in its wake like a broken levy. If it breaks. Probably not a good idea to find out.

Or do. Whichever. ]

To anyone who reads this transmission, this is Starfleet officer Leonard McCoy speakin'. Anyone affiliated with Starfleet or the Federated Planets, please respond immediately. [ And he does mean immediately, because to hell with this standing out in the open shit! He's just asking to be kidnapped by unfriendly natives. ] Or, Hell, I'd take a damn Nibiran at this point...

[ With a grim huff, he looks askance for a moment before his attention rests back on the screen. The likelihood another officer is going to hear his transmission seems moot, so he tries for a Plan B as well. ]

I'll also take a point in the direction of whatever passes for a foreign embassy or emergency care facility around here...

McCoy out.

Comments

[camebefore]

Hardly a guess given how often he spoke of all that.

[The look on Hannibal's face is that of a man who clearly does not believe all that he has been told. A small sly grin follows.]

Although after he tangled with the rabid alligators in the basement and I threatened to inject him using a real syringe, he screamed like a little girl.

[Hannibal lifts his shoulders in shrug, studying McCoy's face.]

It was his ship out among the stars. In outer space. The Federation of Planets I believe he said. The one he was captain of.

[cortexual]

[ McCoy's flat mouth twists further into a frown, but that's as close as he gets to being moved by his Captain being called a little girl. He's probably told his friend as much before. ]

Hell, I'd scream like a girl too if someone shoved somethin' as barbaric as a goddamn hypodermic needle in my face...

[ But at least this man's familiar with Starfleet and his Captain. ]

So much for the Prime Directive... [ Jim's usually a little more craftier at upholding it than flat out explaining shit to alien civilians. Goddamnit, Jim. ] And no one's seen hide no hair of him? Since when?

[camebefore]

I am a doctor, not his babysitter despite his request for adult supervision. Given that I am nine years younger than he going by appearance, I took what measures I needed to ensure that he listened to me. Thus the hypodermic. We lack... what was it he called them? Hyposprays? Yes. I think that was it. I had to make him understand that if he needed an injection for tetanus given his antics, it would be from one of those.

[Hannibal makes a sound suspiciously like a huff.] James claimed he was from Iowa as well, but he was commanding a starship on a five year mission.

I do not know how long he has been missing. He was here before I vanished and returned. A few days perhaps?

[cortexual]

[ He simply shrugs at the retelling, making no apologies for his Captain's behavior. There's no sugar coating it. For all his brilliance as an officer and a Captain, he's a brat through and through. He's just glad someone else can finally understand what he goes through on a daily basis, and for the past four years, as the man's friend and doctor. Frustrating isn't it?! ]

Yeah, well, he is...

[ Jim's as corn-fed as he is grits-fed. Stranger things have happened than a pair of backwater boys becoming accredited. ]

Thanks all the same... Do people generally go missin' without people realizin' it?

[camebefore]

[If Hannibal Lecter were a lesser man, he would have praised McCoy's ability to withstand it.]

He also managed to somewhat explain 'star-dating' to me. I remain disappointed that meeting alien species will not occur in my lifetime.

That depends on how you define missing? Do you mean murdered, eaten or simply vanishing?