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Title: Trial
Muse: Spock Prime
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Word Count: 281
Disclaimer: Do not own. If I did, Spock's ears might be a little bitten ;) No infringement intended.
I stood in the shadows in the balcony overlooking the auditorium and watched as this universe's James T. Kirk assumed command from a wheelchair bound Admiral Pike. I had yet to meet this Pike, whom in my own time was one of my first mentors in the Fleet. He looked slightly older and the wheelchair brought back memories of seeing him on Starbase 11, disabled to the point of only being kept alive by the chair and able to communicate only by blinking. This Pike would eventually have the ability to walk again and I wondered if this fate was the worse he would have to deal with. Would there be a training accident that exposed him to delta rays? If so, would my younger self break rules and regulations to help him? It seemed that this Pike was more of this Kirk's mentor than my own. Would it fall to this Kirk to stand trial for rescuing Pike and delivering him to Talos? Did Talos even exist?
I contemplated the many possibilities that reminded me however similar this universe, this time seemed, it was not my own, yet I was stranded here, a trial in and of itself. I can only hope that I stand it as firmly as I stood that court martial aboard the Enterprise all those years ago. I withdraw further into the shadows and find my way out of the building listening to the sounds of clapping as Kirk took command of the Enterprise, becoming the youngest captain in history of the Federation, even younger than my Kirk had been. I was not the only one about to embark on new adventures and trials.
Muse: Spock Prime
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Word Count: 281
Disclaimer: Do not own. If I did, Spock's ears might be a little bitten ;) No infringement intended.
I stood in the shadows in the balcony overlooking the auditorium and watched as this universe's James T. Kirk assumed command from a wheelchair bound Admiral Pike. I had yet to meet this Pike, whom in my own time was one of my first mentors in the Fleet. He looked slightly older and the wheelchair brought back memories of seeing him on Starbase 11, disabled to the point of only being kept alive by the chair and able to communicate only by blinking. This Pike would eventually have the ability to walk again and I wondered if this fate was the worse he would have to deal with. Would there be a training accident that exposed him to delta rays? If so, would my younger self break rules and regulations to help him? It seemed that this Pike was more of this Kirk's mentor than my own. Would it fall to this Kirk to stand trial for rescuing Pike and delivering him to Talos? Did Talos even exist?
I contemplated the many possibilities that reminded me however similar this universe, this time seemed, it was not my own, yet I was stranded here, a trial in and of itself. I can only hope that I stand it as firmly as I stood that court martial aboard the Enterprise all those years ago. I withdraw further into the shadows and find my way out of the building listening to the sounds of clapping as Kirk took command of the Enterprise, becoming the youngest captain in history of the Federation, even younger than my Kirk had been. I was not the only one about to embark on new adventures and trials.
