Before the Crash
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just_hexBond had quite enjoyed his time on the station. He’d gotten to know the commander. The workings. The rhythm of life. He’d learned the comings and goings. What the protocols for a delegation of hostile ambassadors was versus what actually happened. What he couldn’t witness himself, he’d used his presence in Q branch to gain access to all the systems he could need.
He watched vids on repeat, watching. Waiting.
And in the mean time, he enjoyed Q. He romanced the droid, tested his limits, and enjoyed his body at every possible opportunity. It was a shame, what was to come. Q was doing so well here, and the station was so crowded. So many souls.
A shame, but never once had that stopped the Double-O.
The order came through in the night, waking him from a dreamless sleep. The tone was different from others and triggered something in Bond’s mind, demanding complusion and obedience. He sat up and stretched, then read the message.
Initiate Protocol 9
A simple statement that had Bond rise, dress, and arm himself. He slipped from his quarters and entered a Jeffries tube. The saboteur crawled through the guts of the station, setting charges at critical points. When the station failed, there would be time for evacuation.
By the time the station failed, they would be so deep into the quadrant that rescue could take time. Too much time. By the time the station failed, the only option may be the Omicron system. There may be a planet or moon close enough by then. By the time the station failed, Bond would have secured passage away, with Q, in a well appointed ship.
He wasn’t going down with the station. That wasn’t part of the protocol. He was going down on Q until the moment they needed to run.
* * *
Hex was oblivious when the agent emerged from the tube access near the med bay. People used them for all sorts of things. And since the agent was in a red shirt, Hex took no note. He was much more concerned with getting back to the nest he shared with Nyx. He’d secured a parcel from Risa, delicacies both sweet and tangy. He hoped Nyx was home, though he never really counted on it. The prince moved about as he pleased and Hex was honored every single time he was chosen.
The doors whooshed open and he held the box as he scanned the room for the prince.
“Nyx?” he called int the dim room.
He watched vids on repeat, watching. Waiting.
And in the mean time, he enjoyed Q. He romanced the droid, tested his limits, and enjoyed his body at every possible opportunity. It was a shame, what was to come. Q was doing so well here, and the station was so crowded. So many souls.
A shame, but never once had that stopped the Double-O.
The order came through in the night, waking him from a dreamless sleep. The tone was different from others and triggered something in Bond’s mind, demanding complusion and obedience. He sat up and stretched, then read the message.
Initiate Protocol 9
A simple statement that had Bond rise, dress, and arm himself. He slipped from his quarters and entered a Jeffries tube. The saboteur crawled through the guts of the station, setting charges at critical points. When the station failed, there would be time for evacuation.
By the time the station failed, they would be so deep into the quadrant that rescue could take time. Too much time. By the time the station failed, the only option may be the Omicron system. There may be a planet or moon close enough by then. By the time the station failed, Bond would have secured passage away, with Q, in a well appointed ship.
He wasn’t going down with the station. That wasn’t part of the protocol. He was going down on Q until the moment they needed to run.
* * *
Hex was oblivious when the agent emerged from the tube access near the med bay. People used them for all sorts of things. And since the agent was in a red shirt, Hex took no note. He was much more concerned with getting back to the nest he shared with Nyx. He’d secured a parcel from Risa, delicacies both sweet and tangy. He hoped Nyx was home, though he never really counted on it. The prince moved about as he pleased and Hex was honored every single time he was chosen.
The doors whooshed open and he held the box as he scanned the room for the prince.
“Nyx?” he called int the dim room.
Re: Bond and Q
Date: 2024-06-04 02:15 pm (UTC)Q wanted the kiss to linger longer, holding on just a bit tighter, but eventually letting go and nodding. As James walked away, Q tried not to headcount or search for anyone in the small crowd. He wasn't ready to start wondering who hadn't made it. Hasn't ready to start feeling that pain.
He and tanner spent some time sketching out a layout, before setting to work setting up the shelters. People would have to share, but the miniature homes self-assembled in minutes, and between Q branch and a few volunteers, they had a settlement constructed just as night came. This planet had a long lunar cycle, meaning daylight was sparse, but Q believed it was enough that they could begin setting up a small farm in the morning using the supplies in the pods. There were enough supplies to keep them fed for the first month, and in the morning some people planned to go foraging while another team went exploring. Things were bleak, but not hopeless.
Q had already switched himself into solar mode, hopeful that he could rely on the brief hours of daylight to charge his battery during the day. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do. Now, as the sun set, he made his way back to the small home he'd claimed as his own, carrying a small tin of fish to feed Nova. As he neared his home, he eyed a small gathering by a makeshift firepit, he wondered what Bond was doing.