It was so heavily backlogged. Messages, paperwork, reports, news - all of it was backlogged. Kirk had holed himself up in his office, trying to get through it all. Okay, the paperwork was at least not seriously backlogged and he saw Spock's hand in that. Spock was good at that sort of thing, even if Kirk wasn't entirely surprised to see some things hadn't been done. The internal complaints and notices were personal touches that Kirk liked to do himself instead of shuffling it off to someone else and Spock wasn't the sort of person to do that.
So he sat at his desk, chewing on the end of a stylus as he read the latest complaint. It was someone going on about the lack of space on the ship and having to bunk up with someone else. He groaned to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Grow up, he thought at the officer in question and gave a quick reply back that was the professional version of 'suck it up'. The officer, Kirk had to admit, did have a point. There were just too many people on the ship now. They were over their short-term limit of crew, and he had already gone through several complaints from Starfleet itself about the rising cost of keeping the over-crewed Enterprise in food, supplies, and pay.
It was a choice he had to make. The stylus slid from between his teeth and he tapped it on the desk, staring down at the console in front of him. He nudged aside a report with a swipe of his finger and drew up a new document. This one would be going straight to the big wigs in Starfleet. He kept it short and sweet, without going into serious details.
It was a request to lighten the crew of the Enterprise by removing crew and transferring them to other ships. In a way, Kirk hated to do it. He knew people had signed on with the ship because of its fame, of him, of Spock, of Bones... and had stayed despite some serious issues already with the time-whatever was happening. There was just no choice. He figured the smallest amount of people he could get away with was about 80 people. It would free up a huge chunk of space and let people spread back out into single rooms instead of being forced to bunk up. It would also leave some more spare rooms, along with the twenty or so that were regulation to keep open for emergencies (which they seemed to be one giant emergency half the time anymore).
Sent, Kirk switched to the next document. One thing that he hated to do but he had little choice was in dealing with leave requests, either it was a straight out 'no' until they dealt with Nero and Ayel, or it was a 'request granted, but'. He wanted to be able to give them an 'of course, go ahead, you deserve it' but it was impossible right now with everything happening.
He had saved one set of documents for last, and with a sigh got to those. It was all stuff having to do with the Romulans.
What he started reading just about stopped his heart in his chest. What the fuck!? Nero had hurt himself (tried to kill himself!?) in his cell with a knife. How did the Romulans have any weaponry!? Kirk's fingers flew as he pulled up his orders to the head of security (dammit, Alex...) and he re-read it. There, down in the second paragraph. The Romulans were supposed to be searched, if security had to stun them to do it. Either Security had issues with knowing what a weapon was, or no one had gotten the balls together to search them.
Chapel had ended up going into the cell to save Nero's life (or heal him...). Kirk's eyes narrowed and he felt his teeth grind together. Immediately he sent out a message.
To: Christine Chapel (
headnursechapel)
Nurse Chapel,
I need to speak to you in my office immediately unless you're in surgery.
Captain Kirk
He had to get more information on what had happened down in that cell. If he thought that was bad, it just got worse. He read about the Narada being on board, talking to her masters. Shit, shit... As if all of it couldn't get worse. He read Starfleet's orders for them to go straight to the New Vulcan Colony, and his brows vanished into his hairline. It made sense, of course, as the Vulcans were the ones the most hurt by Nero's actions.
There was someone on the colony he needed to talk to. Wanted to talk to. It made his heart beat flutter in his chest in a strange mixture of knowing, wanting. Spock, the one that had started it all, had never fully left him. Too many memories, emotions... left behind too many questions. Maybe he could get answers to them.
It would also be the site of Nero's trial, Kirk could only assume. He wondered how it would be worked out to try someone like this. Note, go back and read any history I can get on any sort of similar situation. He wanted to go into a trial prepared with what might happen, what they could ask of him, the story he would have to tell (again, with tons of additionals).
He already started to schedule a meeting with security for after his talk with Chapel. Heads would roll for what happened down in the brig. He saw a mention of Jim going down there with the Narada - he'd have to talk to Jim too.
To: James Kirk (
original_fine)
Jim,
I need to speak to you in my office immediately about the Romulans.
JTK
He was going to find out what the hell was going on with his ship, before they got to the Vulcan Colony. How does a week as a kid end up with everything breaking down without me there? ...I think I need to talk to Spock.
To: Spock (
cso_spock)
Spock,
As soon as you can, I need to talk to you in my office about what happened while you were acting captain.
JTK
So he sat at his desk, chewing on the end of a stylus as he read the latest complaint. It was someone going on about the lack of space on the ship and having to bunk up with someone else. He groaned to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Grow up, he thought at the officer in question and gave a quick reply back that was the professional version of 'suck it up'. The officer, Kirk had to admit, did have a point. There were just too many people on the ship now. They were over their short-term limit of crew, and he had already gone through several complaints from Starfleet itself about the rising cost of keeping the over-crewed Enterprise in food, supplies, and pay.
It was a choice he had to make. The stylus slid from between his teeth and he tapped it on the desk, staring down at the console in front of him. He nudged aside a report with a swipe of his finger and drew up a new document. This one would be going straight to the big wigs in Starfleet. He kept it short and sweet, without going into serious details.
It was a request to lighten the crew of the Enterprise by removing crew and transferring them to other ships. In a way, Kirk hated to do it. He knew people had signed on with the ship because of its fame, of him, of Spock, of Bones... and had stayed despite some serious issues already with the time-whatever was happening. There was just no choice. He figured the smallest amount of people he could get away with was about 80 people. It would free up a huge chunk of space and let people spread back out into single rooms instead of being forced to bunk up. It would also leave some more spare rooms, along with the twenty or so that were regulation to keep open for emergencies (which they seemed to be one giant emergency half the time anymore).
Sent, Kirk switched to the next document. One thing that he hated to do but he had little choice was in dealing with leave requests, either it was a straight out 'no' until they dealt with Nero and Ayel, or it was a 'request granted, but'. He wanted to be able to give them an 'of course, go ahead, you deserve it' but it was impossible right now with everything happening.
He had saved one set of documents for last, and with a sigh got to those. It was all stuff having to do with the Romulans.
What he started reading just about stopped his heart in his chest. What the fuck!? Nero had hurt himself (tried to kill himself!?) in his cell with a knife. How did the Romulans have any weaponry!? Kirk's fingers flew as he pulled up his orders to the head of security (dammit, Alex...) and he re-read it. There, down in the second paragraph. The Romulans were supposed to be searched, if security had to stun them to do it. Either Security had issues with knowing what a weapon was, or no one had gotten the balls together to search them.
Chapel had ended up going into the cell to save Nero's life (or heal him...). Kirk's eyes narrowed and he felt his teeth grind together. Immediately he sent out a message.
To: Christine Chapel (
Nurse Chapel,
I need to speak to you in my office immediately unless you're in surgery.
Captain Kirk
He had to get more information on what had happened down in that cell. If he thought that was bad, it just got worse. He read about the Narada being on board, talking to her masters. Shit, shit... As if all of it couldn't get worse. He read Starfleet's orders for them to go straight to the New Vulcan Colony, and his brows vanished into his hairline. It made sense, of course, as the Vulcans were the ones the most hurt by Nero's actions.
There was someone on the colony he needed to talk to. Wanted to talk to. It made his heart beat flutter in his chest in a strange mixture of knowing, wanting. Spock, the one that had started it all, had never fully left him. Too many memories, emotions... left behind too many questions. Maybe he could get answers to them.
It would also be the site of Nero's trial, Kirk could only assume. He wondered how it would be worked out to try someone like this. Note, go back and read any history I can get on any sort of similar situation. He wanted to go into a trial prepared with what might happen, what they could ask of him, the story he would have to tell (again, with tons of additionals).
He already started to schedule a meeting with security for after his talk with Chapel. Heads would roll for what happened down in the brig. He saw a mention of Jim going down there with the Narada - he'd have to talk to Jim too.
To: James Kirk (
Jim,
I need to speak to you in my office immediately about the Romulans.
JTK
He was going to find out what the hell was going on with his ship, before they got to the Vulcan Colony. How does a week as a kid end up with everything breaking down without me there? ...I think I need to talk to Spock.
To: Spock (
Spock,
As soon as you can, I need to talk to you in my office about what happened while you were acting captain.
JTK
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Date: 2010-03-02 05:39 pm (UTC)"She might not even care we exist when Nero's off the ship as well. Only focused on his safety. She's not beyond damaging us... the Enterprise is going to need a new coat of paint thanks to her striking out at us," That had been in one of the reports. "She could go after more than us to prove she means business. In her full size..."
His fingers twitched. It almost felt like he could feel the tattoos on his left arm. "She destroyed eight ships without so much as a twitch in her systems. It took ramming her with a medium sized cruiser to do that kind of damage to her that she might back off."
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Date: 2010-03-02 05:44 pm (UTC)"No one's saying she's not dangerous," he said. "She might be one of the most dangerous things we've ever seen. But she's also aware. And to me, that means we have to be extra careful in taking steps against her. If we have any chance of convincing her not to move against us, we've bought time. And put safeguards in place in the meantime. If she's really as dangerous as all that, as difficult to defeat, then we don't lose anything by trying diplomacy."
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Date: 2010-03-02 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-02 05:56 pm (UTC)"That's what I'm saying. She's too powerful to deal with with strength. What we need to do is show her options. Show her what we can offer her, and Nero. Show her she's got potential elsewhere. She's able to create an entirely new body for herself. Is there any reason she needs to be a ship? How much of that is her identity, and how much has she moved past it? She has options. And she needs to know what they are--especially those that are acceptable to us."
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Date: 2010-03-02 06:01 pm (UTC)He smirked, just a little. Maybe they could work with this.
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Date: 2010-03-02 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-02 07:17 pm (UTC)A tiny bit of professionalism went out the window when he asked, "...so what's it been like?" A gesture up and down Jim's new body.
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Date: 2010-03-02 07:24 pm (UTC)He raised an eyebrow at the other question. "Which part? Sitting down to pee is not as weird as you might think, once you get used to it." He smiled. "But really--I don't feel any different. Just... well, physically smaller. Less strong. More wardrobe choices."
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Date: 2010-03-02 07:27 pm (UTC)...He had been fairly drunk when he had come up with the idea.
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Date: 2010-03-02 07:29 pm (UTC)"Okay," he said. "I just don't look nearly this good in a dress, usually. As to the rest... well, there's plenty to tell, but probably not officially." He smirked.
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Date: 2010-03-02 07:34 pm (UTC)"I'm really thinking that all of this... er, female stuff should probably not go on the official report. Maybe we should, but... do we really want Starfleet questioning everyone about it?"
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Date: 2010-03-02 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-02 07:44 pm (UTC)"I have no doubt... that Starfleet is going to want to talk to everyone on the ship. Anyone from another universe, back from the dead... hell, my father is a huge hero. My birthday, the day the Kelvin was destroyed, is a holiday because of it."
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Date: 2010-03-02 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-03-02 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-02 08:00 pm (UTC)"We're going to have to prepare the crew for this. Starfleet might end up taking away the other Pike and his Spock if my first officer decides to press charges... and what about James?" Damn, he barely met the guy and he just didn't like him, plus he hadn't heard anything good about him.
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Date: 2010-03-02 08:05 pm (UTC)"James," he said. "James is... not who he pretends to be. He's still done nothing anyone can argue with, but he's from a universe we have experience with. More or less our equivalent of where Pike came from."
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Date: 2010-03-02 08:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-02 08:10 pm (UTC)"You'll get no argument from me. Unless, of course, you decide we need to keep the displaced people together somewhere." He tilted his head. "That's a possibility, isn't it? Setting us down."
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Date: 2010-03-02 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-02 08:17 pm (UTC)Jim had, in his mind, more or less adopted all the displaced persons as his responsibility. The decision of what happened to any of them concerned him deeply.
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