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Mr. Spock: "If I may be so bold...it was a mistake for you to accept promotion. Commanding a starship is your first best destiny. Anything else is a waste of material."

Kirk: "I would not presume to debate you."

Mr. Spock: "That is wise. In any case, were I to invoke logic, logic clearly dictates that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few."

Kirk: "Or the one."

Mr. Spock: "You are my superior officer. You are also my friend. I have been and always shall be yours."

-Star Trek II: TWOK
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At first, he wasn't sure he was even awake. When he opened his eyes, a pitch black veil was all he could see. It was the sound of his own labored breathing and the pain in his chest that convinced him of his own consciousness. Panic threatened to rise. Had something happened to his eyes? How did he get here? Where was here? He forced the feeling down as best he could. It wouldn't benefit him in any way.

Dropping his head, he struggled to recall his last waking memory, to hopefully give some context to his present predicament. He remembered leaving his temporary quarters and exiting out into the hall. From there, the events flooded back. He'd heard a commotion. Someone yelling, fear giving volume to their cries. He'd rushed through the corridor and around a corner. Three men. All dressed differently. One in the uniform of the Babel conference security team. In their midst? Amanda, wife of the Vulcan Ambassador and mother of his First Officer. Clearly being held or dragged against her will. He'd thrown himself into the fray without pausing to question. Her safety and possibly her life had been at risk. Of that much, he'd been sure.

How he'd finally been incapacitated was not amongst his memories.

A sudden thought struck him. What of Amanda?

"Mrs. Sarek. Mrs. Sarek?" he called out in the darkness, hoping a response would be forthcoming.
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*lounging, reading Dickens' A Christmas Carol*
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"First Officer Spock has described the area as a series of minor astronomical anomalies. Stress on the ship's hull is minimal and presents no apparent threat to it or the crew. We'll maintain position as we catalog, observe, and attempt to explain what we've encountered. Further information forthcoming. Kirk out."

He pushed a button at his desk, terminating the official ship's log. He thought briefly about checking in with Spock but knew his friend would be neck deep in computer analysis. Instead he decided to sit in the relative peace and quiet and review what was already available.
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*intently listens to the Coridan debate*
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I've condemned a man to eternity.
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There was truth in his statement. In another universe, in another time, we could have been friends. If he and I were but different halves of a kindred spirit, I would have enjoyed the discussions and ultimately, his company. His duty was clear though and duty is something I can understand. And respect.


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Captain James T. Kirk

February 2011

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