Meeting after the Meeting
Nov. 11th, 2009 01:04 pmThe new quarters were highly preferred over the cells of before, no matter how the quarters were obtained. Pike, privately, thought he was being on his best behavior when it came to such things. Otherwise, he would have simply killed one of the higher officers, removed their belongings, and declared their rooms as Spock and his own. The quarters were bare, but some time spent with the replicators made it less so. As it stood, they had little else but time.
After the messages had gone out to their respective ends, Pike could tell that the chances of their getting access to the labs was nearly none, but perhaps they stood a better chance if James T. Kirk would vouch for them as well.
The rumor mill was just as strong on this ship as it was on the one he knew far better, even if the rumors were highly different then the ones he was used to hearing. The ones in particular that struck him as interesting were the ones that the man who declared himself from Starfleet Intelligence had displeased many in needing to speak with them in interviews, and he was slowly gathering information, along with Spock, on exactly what he wanted to know in the interviews. He knew they were being recorded, and the man was attempting to gain trust by coming to locations chosen by the interviewee, but Pike knew better then to fall for such simple tricks. Starfleet was working through this man. Perhaps their universes had more similarities then just the ones on the surface.
He could smell the spiced herbal tea that was one of Spock's favorites, conveniently programmed into the replicator by the child-Captain, and was letting his own coffee grow cold. It seemed that a brand of Klingon coffee was what had grown popular, though how the Federation of this universe got their hands on it he would never know, but all that mattered was that it brewed hot and strong and somehow even a replicator could hardly mess that up.
After the messages had gone out to their respective ends, Pike could tell that the chances of their getting access to the labs was nearly none, but perhaps they stood a better chance if James T. Kirk would vouch for them as well.
The rumor mill was just as strong on this ship as it was on the one he knew far better, even if the rumors were highly different then the ones he was used to hearing. The ones in particular that struck him as interesting were the ones that the man who declared himself from Starfleet Intelligence had displeased many in needing to speak with them in interviews, and he was slowly gathering information, along with Spock, on exactly what he wanted to know in the interviews. He knew they were being recorded, and the man was attempting to gain trust by coming to locations chosen by the interviewee, but Pike knew better then to fall for such simple tricks. Starfleet was working through this man. Perhaps their universes had more similarities then just the ones on the surface.
He could smell the spiced herbal tea that was one of Spock's favorites, conveniently programmed into the replicator by the child-Captain, and was letting his own coffee grow cold. It seemed that a brand of Klingon coffee was what had grown popular, though how the Federation of this universe got their hands on it he would never know, but all that mattered was that it brewed hot and strong and somehow even a replicator could hardly mess that up.
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Date: 2009-11-11 09:22 pm (UTC)That didn't stop Jim from liking them, or taking an interest in seeing them beyond what he might term "business." No doubt Pike would consider that foolish. Jim just lived by different rules.
He showed up at the arranged time, at the new quarters Pike and Spock had secured for themselves and which Jim hadn't exactly done anything to prevent.
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Date: 2009-11-12 02:15 pm (UTC)Pike called out to the door to open, gesturing for Jim to join him at the small table where he was settled in with his padd and the cold cup of coffee. For some reason, he just had not needed it that morning. "Morning, Jim." Trying out the name for the first time, which was the one Jim had signed on their correspondence. Pike had pointedly signed his first name as well, though he despised being called by the shortened name of Chris.
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Date: 2009-11-12 03:56 pm (UTC)"Christopher. Spock," he said. "Good morning."
He sat, his posture casual but not disrespectful.
"Nice rooms."
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Date: 2009-11-12 03:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-12 04:07 pm (UTC)Which worried him just as much, frankly.
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Date: 2009-11-12 04:21 pm (UTC)Spock's casual disdain was clear in his raised eyebrow.
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Date: 2009-11-12 04:23 pm (UTC)"No," he said finally. "Which is essentially what I told him."
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Date: 2009-11-12 04:30 pm (UTC)He also believed that Pike himself compromised Spock's control over his mouth. But that was a touchier issue.
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Date: 2009-11-12 05:29 pm (UTC)It was quite true. The true captain would have been dead, along with Jim and his Spock, along with his bond mate which would have left him for dead or crippled as they, unfortunately, knew. Many strangers on board seemed to be followers of Jim as Captain, and the rest would have been so angry at Nero's actions that they would have allowed Spock to do what he wished as long as he was intelligent about it.
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Date: 2009-11-12 05:40 pm (UTC)He shrugged.
"That may be of little assurance to you. It's my feeling that he's trying. And that if I can influence him, my worry will be eased. Yours may not. But to be perfectly honest, my meeting convinced me that he's confused and inexperienced. Not malicious. And one of those is easier to alter with influence than the other."
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Date: 2009-11-12 05:46 pm (UTC)Spock, what do you think? Pike questioned through the bond. He could understand Jim's interpretation, even if he would not let on that he did.
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Date: 2009-11-12 05:51 pm (UTC)"I do," he agreed. "But I believe it expedient to accept him as the captain of this ship and maintain my relationship with him, and the captain, in the hopes that my opinions and experience may be taken into account."
Kirk. Kirk did not agree with him. Christopher likely would agree with Kirk about blowing that ship from the sky. And Jim could hardly blame either of them. Even if he disagreed.
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Date: 2009-11-12 06:02 pm (UTC)Spock would not accept anyone as his captain but Christopher - and they would be returning home.
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Date: 2009-11-13 03:08 pm (UTC)"Tell me something, Jim." Pike steepled his hands in front of his face, focusing on Jim with his eyes. "In this universe, if a Captain is found incompetant, don't they do something about it?"
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Date: 2009-11-13 04:02 pm (UTC)Spock studied his tea then looked at James T. Kirk from under his lashes. This man's Spock might be more accomplished than realized.
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Date: 2009-11-13 05:23 pm (UTC)"Of course," he said. "Starfleet Command can relieve them, if they have questions about reports that have come to them. On board, the CMO has considerable power if he believes the captain is unfit for duty. There are also regulations allowing other command officers to take over, if the captain's decisions are demonstrably faulty, via a competency hearing."
He paused.
"That more or less requires the Captain and First Officer to be capable of objective analysis of the situation."
It was not Jim's considered opinion that they were, regardless of his opinion about their fitness for command.
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Date: 2009-11-13 06:21 pm (UTC)"If they are not? What then, James T. Kirk?"
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Date: 2009-11-13 06:31 pm (UTC)He shrugged. Obviously, when worst came to worst, one did whatever one had to to save the ship, the crew. They weren't there yet.
"Either way, you and I have no official position whatsoever. This isn't our world. Or our Starfleet. And this crew has done nothing, yet, that I would consider actionable. I worry about Kirk and Spock's states of mind. That's all I'm willing to admit, at this time."
When McCoy and Spock had thought him too close to the vampire cloud issue, they'd confronted him, per regulation. He had resented it at the time, confident in the rightness of his actions. But it had been the right thing to do. Had this Bones logged any medical reports about Kirk's mental state, he wondered?
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Date: 2009-11-13 06:55 pm (UTC)"If you're concerned about their state of mind, wouldn't it be less of you to keep those opinions to yourself and not be heard by those who can test?" Pike raised a brow in Jim's direction. "If even outsiders can see that there might be something wrong, it means there is most likely a seed of it."
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Date: 2009-11-13 07:19 pm (UTC)Spock will do as Christopher plans but... he does not dislike them all. It would be a shame to, for example, be at odds with this James T. Kirk.
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Date: 2009-11-13 10:49 pm (UTC)He sat back, shrugging again.
"I wasn't ready at Jim's age. But I had a chance to fail and learn from my mistakes. If I can help him avoid the worst of the failure... I may speak to his McCoy about it. But he's likely to be fairly close to the situation, himself."
Like he, Spock and McCoy now were. Bonded. Inescapably. If he were Command, what would he do? Allow three top officers on the Enterprise to continue in an emotionally tangled command situation? Was there any objectivity anymore?
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