James T. Kirk was not happy (http://original-fine.livejournal.com/13626.html). He was hardly in a rage, but left to his own devices he had had too much time to think. Too much time for the memories and images Spock had "downloaded" (http://original-fine.livejournal.com/12648.html?thread=447592#t447592) to him to trickle through his consciousness, resolving into intense curiosity laced with a hint of resentment.
He wasn't sure if he'd be here otherwise.
There was no reason for anyone to stop him from entering the brig; one look from him and any notion of restricting him fled the security personnels' minds. He stood in front of Pike's cell, close to the barrier which was still firmly in place and which he had no intention of removing. This was not the Kirk Pike knew. This man was older, controlled, only a hint of that potential underhanded ferocity showing in the glimmer of his hazel eyes.
"Captain Pike," he said, his voice measured, his expression neutral.
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Date: 2009-09-02 04:26 pm (UTC)He wasn't sure if he'd be here otherwise.
There was no reason for anyone to stop him from entering the brig; one look from him and any notion of restricting him fled the security personnels' minds. He stood in front of Pike's cell, close to the barrier which was still firmly in place and which he had no intention of removing. This was not the Kirk Pike knew. This man was older, controlled, only a hint of that potential underhanded ferocity showing in the glimmer of his hazel eyes.
"Captain Pike," he said, his voice measured, his expression neutral.