Date: 2009-12-16 01:51 pm (UTC)
Stripped down, Pike was a man who had seen hard battle and stayed in that constant state of it. Finding Pike down in the gym was a fairly regular sight. The newest scars, the one on his arm, was a bright white compared to the older, faded scars that dotted the rest of him. The Empire's medicine was excellent, but that did not mean they cared much about the canvas they worked upon.

The concept of putting his mark on Spock was a bold one. It would forever give him some measure of command over Spock, even if Spock should chose to leave his service. Considering the attitude about Vulcans among humans, it would give a literal claim over Spock in the eyes of the Empire. Yet there was little doubt in Pike's mind that Spock knew exactly what he was offering.

Somewhere easily exposed but hidden during the normal course of the day focused on places where a shirt or cuff could be pulled. The hip seemed a perfect place, broad and flat and sensitive. Pike slid his fingertips across the prime location, debating.
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Captain Christopher Richard Pike

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