Captain Christopher Richard Pike (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mirroredcommand) wrote2009-10-21 09:20 am
mirroredcommand) wrote2009-10-21 09:20 am
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[Open] Observations
After his departure from the gym, Pike silently made his way up towards where he knew the observation deck was on his own Enterprise. He ignored the looks he was given as he walked in calm measured steps, but listened carefully to the murmurs when they believed him to have passed.
It was interesting how lax the security was, or someone had finally decided that he was allowed to walk the ship and had informed security of it. It was swiftly decided that the former seemed more likely considering the universe. Pike was fine with it, for now, if for no other reason then it allowed him to make it up to the deck without being bothered along the way.
There were only two other people on the deck when he appeared. They were sitting on a sofa, tucked up against each other, looking up at the stars. Lovers, presumably. Pike gave them a wide berth in the large area and walked with silent, almost formal steps up to the clear, thick material that separated himself from the cold silence of space.
The system did not immediately leap to mind a name from memory as he gazed out across constellations and planets. There was a planet nearby, something close enough to look as large as the full moon did from Earth. He watched its topography for several minutes, attempting to discern, but could not place it.
Pike glanced behind himself, noting the arrangement of furniture for the room. The little differences were the ones that stood out to him the most, such as the design of the furniture. They were designed to be immensely comfortable but were of such a condition that they were mass produced. He walked over and gathered one, turning it to face directly outward, and settled his body into the soft cushioning.
He let his thoughts drift without concern for some time, listening to the silence of the room and grateful for it. It allowed him to concentrate on raising his mental shields, carefully, to leave him alone in his mind. Never separated from Spock, could never be, but a clear mental silence that would allow him to think.
There was a brief swish, and Pike glanced over in time to watch the couple leave the room, leaving him alone. There was a part of him that relaxed further, the part on constant watch for assassins. It was a curious side-effect of this universe, that he found himself able to actually relaxed. It felt rather like being within the boundaries of his Mojave home, which was protected by the latest in technology programmed to himself alone. Not only that, but the pack of creatures unlike anything Earth had ever seen. They were discovered very late in a long-passed five year mission, and despite orders, he had taken two of them with him.
Pike smirked as he thought of the two. They were canine in shape but reptilian as well, fierce as a wolverine with the loyalty of a dog. The two young pups had bonded to him as if they had been given birth from him, and now their own pups did the same as well. The only person that could be near the hounds without being torn apart was Spock.
What would happen if he was unable to return home? They lived on his large acreage as a pack, a den dug into the ground, without his aid. Perhaps they would continue to breed and spread.
A frown crossed his features as Pike realized what he was thinking. They would return back to their universe, they had to. He would not abandon his ship, which with the nanoprobes infesting its circuitry, was truly abandoned behind measure. Though... Scotty was still on the ship, and provided the man was not drunk beyond the ability to see, he was a genius. Perhaps, given enough time, he would discover the problem and be able to find a way to re-program the nanoprobes to respond to himself or another. Maybe, but it was a long shot.
The more time he spent in this universe, the larger the chance that there would be no ship to return to. While never fully helpless, the Enterprise would be in a grave danger without a captain at her helm and without a ship that would respond to another's command. A part of him wanted to call Spock foolish for having endangered the ship so, but another part of him countered that easily by understanding exactly why Spock had done so.
Spock. In his mind, Pike replayed the scene down in the gym as well as the one from previous in the day. Spock was reacting in almost a humble sort of fashion under the glare of the young nurse. Changing, Pike's mind told him. They were both changing. Not quickly in many ways, as Pike had known what Spock's reaction to being touched unknowingly would be, but more swiftly then he would have guessed in others. Spock was not the type to so easily follow another person's commands, unless that other person happened to be McCoy, whom Spock was still very wary of, and even then Pike would have been hesitant to say so.
Would they continue to change, more and more each day, while in this universe? Was it an effect of the universe itself or one that came from having changed between two universes? The idea of that happening was off-putting, to say the least. Would he become like this weak-minded fools that currently ran the ship he was on? He thought of the child-Captain, and mentally winced at the mere thought of it. He knew that his hand was often harsh in his methods, and it had to be if he wanted to not only command some of the most brilliant and dangerous people in Starfleet's command but to remain alive to do so, but he planned his missions well. People like Chapel were welcomed additions to any mission, as she was a fierce fighter as well as a medic. Because she was a medic, people would often underestimate her.
The woman had an affection for blood, so anyone who would underestimate her was soon to discover.
He even found small changes occurring in himself, found himself restraining his natural urge to not only threaten, but allow things to happen. Thinking again over the small incident in the gym, it startled him to realize that previously he would have allowed the person foolish enough to try and touch Spock do so. The pain would have been their warning never to do it again. Instead, he had seen it coming, and had stopped it. Was this universe making him grow soft? He had thought similar things after Jim and his Spock had been there in their small cell-room, playing a physical and verbal game of chess.
A thought that had only brief occurred there cropped up again. What if it was true that they could not return? What would be their place? His methods, he was quite sure, were too different from this universe's to be allowed to be captain of one of their ships, but then again, their methods seemed incredibly idiotic to his eyes thus far. He would not want to captain a ship under such methods. There were other things they could do, but the small, simple idea that he would be forced to chose something new after so many long years of being in command...
I'm too old for such things. Pike mused to himself, smirking at his faint reflection in the material in front of him. It was a joke to himself as he never really thought of himself as old.
No matter what, he would continue to return to his universe. Pike could not help but wonder, though, how different he, and Spock, would become before he returned there.
It was interesting how lax the security was, or someone had finally decided that he was allowed to walk the ship and had informed security of it. It was swiftly decided that the former seemed more likely considering the universe. Pike was fine with it, for now, if for no other reason then it allowed him to make it up to the deck without being bothered along the way.
There were only two other people on the deck when he appeared. They were sitting on a sofa, tucked up against each other, looking up at the stars. Lovers, presumably. Pike gave them a wide berth in the large area and walked with silent, almost formal steps up to the clear, thick material that separated himself from the cold silence of space.
The system did not immediately leap to mind a name from memory as he gazed out across constellations and planets. There was a planet nearby, something close enough to look as large as the full moon did from Earth. He watched its topography for several minutes, attempting to discern, but could not place it.
Pike glanced behind himself, noting the arrangement of furniture for the room. The little differences were the ones that stood out to him the most, such as the design of the furniture. They were designed to be immensely comfortable but were of such a condition that they were mass produced. He walked over and gathered one, turning it to face directly outward, and settled his body into the soft cushioning.
He let his thoughts drift without concern for some time, listening to the silence of the room and grateful for it. It allowed him to concentrate on raising his mental shields, carefully, to leave him alone in his mind. Never separated from Spock, could never be, but a clear mental silence that would allow him to think.
There was a brief swish, and Pike glanced over in time to watch the couple leave the room, leaving him alone. There was a part of him that relaxed further, the part on constant watch for assassins. It was a curious side-effect of this universe, that he found himself able to actually relaxed. It felt rather like being within the boundaries of his Mojave home, which was protected by the latest in technology programmed to himself alone. Not only that, but the pack of creatures unlike anything Earth had ever seen. They were discovered very late in a long-passed five year mission, and despite orders, he had taken two of them with him.
Pike smirked as he thought of the two. They were canine in shape but reptilian as well, fierce as a wolverine with the loyalty of a dog. The two young pups had bonded to him as if they had been given birth from him, and now their own pups did the same as well. The only person that could be near the hounds without being torn apart was Spock.
What would happen if he was unable to return home? They lived on his large acreage as a pack, a den dug into the ground, without his aid. Perhaps they would continue to breed and spread.
A frown crossed his features as Pike realized what he was thinking. They would return back to their universe, they had to. He would not abandon his ship, which with the nanoprobes infesting its circuitry, was truly abandoned behind measure. Though... Scotty was still on the ship, and provided the man was not drunk beyond the ability to see, he was a genius. Perhaps, given enough time, he would discover the problem and be able to find a way to re-program the nanoprobes to respond to himself or another. Maybe, but it was a long shot.
The more time he spent in this universe, the larger the chance that there would be no ship to return to. While never fully helpless, the Enterprise would be in a grave danger without a captain at her helm and without a ship that would respond to another's command. A part of him wanted to call Spock foolish for having endangered the ship so, but another part of him countered that easily by understanding exactly why Spock had done so.
Spock. In his mind, Pike replayed the scene down in the gym as well as the one from previous in the day. Spock was reacting in almost a humble sort of fashion under the glare of the young nurse. Changing, Pike's mind told him. They were both changing. Not quickly in many ways, as Pike had known what Spock's reaction to being touched unknowingly would be, but more swiftly then he would have guessed in others. Spock was not the type to so easily follow another person's commands, unless that other person happened to be McCoy, whom Spock was still very wary of, and even then Pike would have been hesitant to say so.
Would they continue to change, more and more each day, while in this universe? Was it an effect of the universe itself or one that came from having changed between two universes? The idea of that happening was off-putting, to say the least. Would he become like this weak-minded fools that currently ran the ship he was on? He thought of the child-Captain, and mentally winced at the mere thought of it. He knew that his hand was often harsh in his methods, and it had to be if he wanted to not only command some of the most brilliant and dangerous people in Starfleet's command but to remain alive to do so, but he planned his missions well. People like Chapel were welcomed additions to any mission, as she was a fierce fighter as well as a medic. Because she was a medic, people would often underestimate her.
The woman had an affection for blood, so anyone who would underestimate her was soon to discover.
He even found small changes occurring in himself, found himself restraining his natural urge to not only threaten, but allow things to happen. Thinking again over the small incident in the gym, it startled him to realize that previously he would have allowed the person foolish enough to try and touch Spock do so. The pain would have been their warning never to do it again. Instead, he had seen it coming, and had stopped it. Was this universe making him grow soft? He had thought similar things after Jim and his Spock had been there in their small cell-room, playing a physical and verbal game of chess.
A thought that had only brief occurred there cropped up again. What if it was true that they could not return? What would be their place? His methods, he was quite sure, were too different from this universe's to be allowed to be captain of one of their ships, but then again, their methods seemed incredibly idiotic to his eyes thus far. He would not want to captain a ship under such methods. There were other things they could do, but the small, simple idea that he would be forced to chose something new after so many long years of being in command...
I'm too old for such things. Pike mused to himself, smirking at his faint reflection in the material in front of him. It was a joke to himself as he never really thought of himself as old.
No matter what, he would continue to return to his universe. Pike could not help but wonder, though, how different he, and Spock, would become before he returned there.
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Watching his own reflection in the viewing port material, Ephram wandered closer to the stars glinting there. "I forget how beautiful space is, sometimes," he murmured, only half expecting an answer.
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He folded his hands once again, wondering if the man truly wanted a conversation for some reason or another or if he had come up the Observation Deck for another reason.
[OOC: What kind of clothing does Ephram happen to be wearing? A Starfleet uniform, something casual, or something else? Thank you!]
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"Sir," he said, half-turning toward the seated man, "you resemble someone I know. Do you have a brother?"
[OOC - He's in civilian clothing. (http://tinypic.com/m/5zi5qa/3) :D ]
[Edit: html FAIL D: ]
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In this universe, Christopher Pike was a well known name. If this man was allowed to wander the ship, in Terran civilian clothing no less, there was a reason. "Cut the bullshit." He said with a low tone.
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What, exactly, would it mean in this universe? This was someone else to be on his highest guard around. "Captain Christopher Pike." Pike responded, confirming Ephram's suspicions.
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"So you've been displaced from home," Ephram said. "Is it very different?" He kept the question deliberately vague.
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He could see that disliking Starfleet getting into ship business passed between universes. A universal standard, perhaps, that every captain shared.
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As it was now, Spock.
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