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Jun. 24th, 2013 01:38 pmMost of Starfleet's weaponry are supplied by a single company -- or, really, if they're honest with themselves, a single guy, so it stands to reason that when Tony Stark needs an escort, he gets an entire ship dedicated to his safe arrival on whatever planet.
So they're there at some docking station and exchanging pleasantries and conditions, and Tony Stark is behind a few bodyguards as the Captain, Jim Kirk, works out any remaining kinks or concerns with Tony's keeper, a Colonel James Rhodes. Rhodes's concerns, it turns out, are mostly warnings for Kirk's benefit, as the Colonel takes him aside with conspiratorial whispers like "You don't let him distract you," and "He's got a way about things, don't fall for it."
It's not until after the bustling of crates to be delivered (weaponry, for a demonstration) and Tony's personal belongings for the trip, men and women in grey Stark Industries uniforms coordinating with the golds and reds and blues of Starfleet officers, that the man himself, wearing a high collared suit that spoke of money and importance buttoned over his left breast, approaches the captain of the Enterprise with a smooth smile, one right out of any new hologram and pictures past and says to him, "Careful, I'm precious cargo," while offering a handshake.
So they're there at some docking station and exchanging pleasantries and conditions, and Tony Stark is behind a few bodyguards as the Captain, Jim Kirk, works out any remaining kinks or concerns with Tony's keeper, a Colonel James Rhodes. Rhodes's concerns, it turns out, are mostly warnings for Kirk's benefit, as the Colonel takes him aside with conspiratorial whispers like "You don't let him distract you," and "He's got a way about things, don't fall for it."
It's not until after the bustling of crates to be delivered (weaponry, for a demonstration) and Tony's personal belongings for the trip, men and women in grey Stark Industries uniforms coordinating with the golds and reds and blues of Starfleet officers, that the man himself, wearing a high collared suit that spoke of money and importance buttoned over his left breast, approaches the captain of the Enterprise with a smooth smile, one right out of any new hologram and pictures past and says to him, "Careful, I'm precious cargo," while offering a handshake.
