Pike walked into the small transporter room, studying the layout and any other potential threats before he studied the young James T. Kirk. This was a face he recognized, one that held a deep hatred in striking blue eyes. He had seen images of the young Captain when studying the history of this universe; it seemed James T. Kirk was now a famous name in every corner of Starfleet’s control.
He stepped into the room properly and nodded once, “Captain James T. Kirk, we meet at last.” If what little knowledge he had of the situation with the captain and himself proved to be true, matched with the expression on the young Captain’s face, he would have to tread carefully to avoid arousing the younger man’s anger. He did not fear the young Captain, but had no desire to lose his access to this room to work nor be thrown back into the brig.
[OOC: I had not realized! Do you need to stop the thread for now, and continue it later? Could this be, perhaps, once Kirk has returned to the ship, or would that further mess up the time lines that others have been playing out? Time in this game can be a very confusing thing!]
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He stepped into the room properly and nodded once, “Captain James T. Kirk, we meet at last.” If what little knowledge he had of the situation with the captain and himself proved to be true, matched with the expression on the young Captain’s face, he would have to tread carefully to avoid arousing the younger man’s anger. He did not fear the young Captain, but had no desire to lose his access to this room to work nor be thrown back into the brig.
[OOC: I had not realized! Do you need to stop the thread for now, and continue it later? Could this be, perhaps, once Kirk has returned to the ship, or would that further mess up the time lines that others have been playing out? Time in this game can be a very confusing thing!]