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: 2009-11-23 02:35 pm (UTC)If Spock had not already felt some small respect for James T. Kirk, he would have, watching the two of them.
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Date: 2009-11-23 02:57 pm (UTC)He did not say that his ways may very well be in conflict with those commanding this ship. Or that Pike and Spock's continued liberty was due, in part, to that belief.
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Date: 2009-11-23 03:12 pm (UTC)"You say it's based on diversity and cooperation," Curious how different it was then the Empire, but as he was learning, far from unexpected, "Will the crimes of the ship and its masters simply be forgiven?" His brows rose; could they be so compassionate as to forgive and forget?
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Date: 2009-11-23 03:20 pm (UTC)Fascinating.
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Date: 2009-11-23 03:24 pm (UTC)"You will have to take this slower with me, I'm afraid," He smirked, just slightly, as he admitted to wanting to understand. It put him at a disadvantage he would never normally show. "If his crimes can never be forgiven, nor should they be, as you've stated, then what good would an asylum or hospital for the mentally ill do? Even if he could be cured of his madness, which stands to be tested as even possible, he would still be a criminal. Why does your Federation offer compassion to someone who, to put it bluntly, blew up an entire planet?"
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Date: 2009-11-23 03:56 pm (UTC)"But I am not the one to dictate whether there is value in a man who has committed genocide. The most vile man I have ever known was also the most brilliant actor. The most destructively insane, one of the greatest tacticians of our history. I am not a psychologist. Nor a judge. But even knowing what they did... even wanting, in the former case, to take my own revenge, I could not. Knowing that the worst crimes can begin with one man thinking he has the right to dictate whether another lives."
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Date: 2009-11-23 04:28 pm (UTC)Pike locked eyes with Jim, "Or you would be lying to yourself. You and I are judges every day. We have the lives of our crew in our hands, at the very least. Our choices judge, sometimes, always, judge whether or not our crew lives or dies."
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Date: 2009-11-23 04:41 pm (UTC)"You're absolutely right," he said. "I didn't mean to absolve myself of that responsibility. I feel it keenly. I've killed. I've allowed members of my crew to die. I've regretted every life lost. One is constantly weighing the lives one is responsible for against the threat offered by those who insist on being our enemies. I do have some autonomy from Starfleet in those choices, though I answer to them when all's said and done. That responsibility is mine. But I see a tremendous difference between those decisions made on the fly, to ensure the safety of the greatest number of people, and those made when one has breathing room. In cold blood, I could never sanction murder."
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Date: 2009-11-23 04:51 pm (UTC)Pike leaned forward, putting his elbow on his knee, "Would you have sanctioned that murder?" He hardly considered it murder, but it was killing someone nonetheless.
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Date: 2009-11-23 04:57 pm (UTC)Jim had thought about this already.
"Nero was actively seeking the destruction of Earth. Jim offered him mercy. Nero refused it. In that moment, in that situation, the options were limited. Self-defense was predominant. The entire situation is horrific and regrettable. I admit to wishing Nero dead. I wish, further, that he'd never come here. Never split off the timeline to one where I grew up without a father, where Spock lost his mother and planet in one feel swoop. But it's done now. And now, in this moment, with the Narada offering no immediate threat and showing signs of change, with Nero's second in command doing the same, with Nero wounded, their destruction would be murder."
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Date: 2009-11-23 05:21 pm (UTC)"What I must weigh, therefore, is which regret is more likely: that I did not act, or that I acted in haste?"
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Date: 2009-11-23 05:39 pm (UTC)But the fact was that he sat here, outnumbered, threat not perhaps imminent but quite real. Trust, under intelligent regulation, was what allowed him to do so.
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Date: 2009-11-23 05:59 pm (UTC)"It wouldn't." Pike agreed easily enough, "You would have been dead a long time ago."
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