court martial

[full_of_wrath]

Marcus hasn't arranged for Khan to be present, precisely, but is demanding a series of reports be turned in that afternoon, as well as that they sit down for a briefing. So, when the court martial proceedings run late, it's natural that he slip into the audience to wait them out for his Admiral and captor to be sprung.

He nearly trips down the steps when he sees who's standing up in front of the panel, and reevaluates how exactly this afternoon is going to play out. Khan slinks into one of the chairs adjacent to the aisle, settling down with his long legs stretched out, resplendent in his Starfleet uniform, commanders' insignia and all.

Not quite as highly ranked as Kirk, he notices quickly, even though the man has yet to turn around.

Comments

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"Only half? Come on, when I can't bend you can throw me onto a table or a counter..."

Fingers going tight in Khan's hair, toying with the idea of taking control.

[full_of_wrath]

"Throwing you is a perfectly acceptable solution. Particularly now that you're being so entrepreneurial with your self-exploration."

Promising him, eyes half lidded.

"And so very prepared."

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"You're going to break me in half at this rate."

Kirk predicts, with a little gravel in his tone. He likes the rate they're going at.

"How many pieces of furniture can you get me over by the time you leave tomorrow?"

[full_of_wrath]

"How late am I leaving tomorrow?"

He wants to know, eyebrows raising.

[kobayashiwhatnow]

"...Noon. How's noon?"

He got his ship back, but they won't be cleared for another mission for at least a couple of days.