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032 ━ [ visual ] / [ location: uss enterprise ].

Like many others in the city, Kirk had heard the transmission, too. He hadn't expected the antique radio (it was antique to him) he'd purchased at the mall to do more than decorate his desk and had been startled to hear what had come out of it. Now, he was hard at work on attempting to trace the signal. Give that it wasn't on the usual frequencies that he had the ship's computer programmed to keep an eye on, he was having to do some adjusting. The radio signals of Earth's past were obsolete, weak-- but he could get it work. It just required a few calculations.

The tablet turns on to show him doing precicely that. He circles one equation with the stylus and drags it up to sit next another, tapping the space the equation used to be twice to bring up schematics for the ship's sensors. The tweaking of the systems wasn't what was bothering him. It was the fact that he hadn't understood a word of what had been said. He was fluent in a multitude of languages, including those spoken on Earth and most major languages of the Federation. He'd used trying to get into Uhura's pants as an excuse to take that many linguistics classes and be part of the linguistics club, but the truth was he liked languages-- nevermind being able to speak an alien tongue or two (or twelve) made a ship's captain look more self-sufficient and made him less reliant on his translators during negotiations and confrontations.

Noticing the tablet, he set the stylus down and grabbed it instead. "Tell me, Taxon," he said directly to the screen, "did any of you understand what the radio transmission said?"

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"Not a clue," Glitch replied with a slight shake of his head. He'd been enjoying the radio and its selection of Otherside music, and the bizarre interlude of the broadcast had been jarring.

Also disconcerting, because he'd been in Taxon long enough to know that weird interruptions were rarely good.

"I I take it you haven't had any luck either?"

"None," Kirk admittedly reluctantly with a sigh. One of the things he found most frustrating about Taxon was the lack of answers and the inability to find them.

He hadn't believed in no-win scenarios until he was brought to Taxon. He wondered what his father would think of him throwing in the towel on that one.

"It's like they can't leave well enough alone," Glitch groused and rolled his eyes. "Every new thing is...we can't trust it. I-it's a very unhealthy way to live."

The aliens are why we can't have nice things, basically.

"I heartily agree."

Yet, he didn't think this was the aliens. Or, if it was, it wasn't intentional. But, he wouldn't rule out the possibility that it was just the hamsters upstairs screwing with them all once again. They were capable of sinking to the lowest of lows, Kirk knew that for a fact.

Glitch sighed and ruffled his hair. Too many questions, not enough data to so much as make a hypothesis.

"Wish I'd been able to record it," he muttered. "Or or that we'd been able to hear it without having to filter out..." He gestured in the direction of his radio which was quietly playing the theme from A Summer Place, not that he recognized it as such.

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"...That's assuming it's even supposed to be understandable."

Her voice is very, very strained. Kirk is someone she needs to confront and apologize to -- so she responds before she really thinks this through.

"Point," he said, dropping out of frame for a moment as he retrieved the stylus. He made a quick note on the left, then turned back to the screen.

Her tone... There was something bothering her. He hated that he could still tell, and hated even more that he wanted to ask if everything was alright. Instead, he simply remained silent and waited to see if she'd say more.

Buffy remains oblivious to the possibility that he could read anything about her, even in light of the info that they two had been dating. So she doesn't think to control the nervous crease in her brow or to unfold her carefully folded arms.

"Especially if it maybe wasn't meant for us at all. Like -- like a code." A hard swallow. She should ask him to meet her somewhere, maybe. Apologize in person.

"It's a definite possibility," Kirk agrees. "I'm currently running it against the ship's systems in attempt of coming up with some sort of pattern, but I wouldn't get your hopes up."

Taxon was full of road blocks, especially when it came to information. The aliens didn't like them knowing things, which greatly frustrated the man who'd spent twenty-five years of his life shaping it around the idea of no-win scenarios being a myth. Here, they were reality. There was no way to install a hack subroutine to make things go his way like he'd done with the Kobayashi Maru test. It's just... It is what it is.