Resistance is Futile: Kirk and Spock.
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				Title: <strong>Resistance is Futile: Kirk and Spock.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowspale</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:09:07</strong>
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				Spock walked through the corridors of Starfleet with precise steps, his body perfectly straight and his expression blank. To see the young Vulcan a person would never guess at the inner conflict going on. Vulcans prided themselves on being a logical race but maybe pride wasn’t exactly the correct term to use. How could a race pride themselves on anything if they distanced themselves from emotions?<br><br>It was one of the things Spock had fought all his life. He blamed it on being only half Vulcan; he was sure full Vulcan’s had an easier time as they didn’t have a mother who was fully human and embraced her emotions as well as urging her son to do the same. Emotions got in the way; at least that was what he had been taught and what he believed. Without emotions you could see right to the heart of the matter but emotions were at best, difficult, to turn off. <br><br>He had been doing well at being a being of pure logic until three days earlier. That was when he had learned he had been assigned to a new ship under a new captain. None of that posed a problem until he learned who his new captain was. James. T. Kirk. Spock had met James as a child and then again at various other times as they both rose through the ranks at the academy. Although he found the other man to be impulsive at times; he had soon found himself thinking of him as a friend. That too posed no problem but an unwanted attraction had developed. <br><br>To Spock, the attraction was pointless; nothing would come of it because as two males, reproduction was impossible. Without the ability to reproduce, there was little reason for the attraction other than sex. However, lust was an emotion and emotions were things he was striving to avoid; hence the battle taking place between his Vulcan and human halves. Pausing at the turbo lift, he cocked an eyebrow as the solution to his quandary became evident. He could avoid both the unwanted attraction and the emotions that came with it by limiting the time he spent with his friend or at least making sure that the time spent together took place in a controlled environment.<br><br>Satisfied that he had things under control, he entered the lift that took him to the docking bay and quickly made his way aboard the ship. Confident his belongings had already been stowed into the quarters assigned to him, he headed straight for the bridge as it was the most logical place to locate his captain so he could report for duty.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Resistance is Futile: Kirk and Spock.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aerys</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 05:44:24</strong>
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				His quarters were cool, predictably. San Francisco was by no means a city of sweltering heat, even in the dead of summer when warmer temperatures rolled in from the Pacific. The occasional day of high eighties could make shore leave uncomfortable at best, considering he had acclimated to the inherently chillier atmosphere aboard the <em>U.S.S. Enterprise</em>.Growing up in Iowa had exposed James to the extremes of weather, so, thusly, he should have had no issues adapting to the minor shift between earth and space.<br><br>Still...a part of him wished they could keep his room a <em>little</em> warmer. He tugged at the sleeves of his black long sleeved shirt and just barely refrained from curling up in the chair he was seated in. The datapad nestled in his lap provided some iota of warmth, but just barely, and even then Kirk couldn't quite bring himself to focus on the information that Chekov and Sulu had given him. Numbers, words, codes, and coordinates danced across the screen, a briefing on their next mission that was undoubtedly something the captain should have been paying attention to. <br><br>“Computer,” he said suddenly. He rose from his chair and set the pad aside. “Scheduled meeting time?”<br><br>“<em>Ten minutes past.</em>”<br><br><em>Oh shit.</em> Frowning, Kirk hurried into the closet and snagged his first command shirt he could find just as his mind was wondering why he cared so much about lack of punctuality. It wasn't as if he was tarnishing a pristine record—good leader aside, his crew was well aware of his...peculiar habits, tardiness included. It must have been some kind of internalized conflict he wanted to rectify, the operative word being “wanted”. Whether or not that would come to pass, Kirk was uncertain, but he had more pressing matters to attend to.<br><br>Like getting to the bridge of the ship he commanded.<br><br>He was still stomping into his boots as he dashed out of his apartments. Cadets and lieutenants flattened themselves against walls when they caught sight of the golden shirt, murmuring their salutes, but James&nbsp; barely gave pause to return the genuflect. His crew was loyal, certainly, but they weren't above teasing their captain for his flaws...particularly one Leonard McCoy and, on a much more serious level, Spock.<br><br>Spock was an enigma, simply put. Sure, their time together aboard the <em>Enterprise</em> had garnered him insight into the Vulcan that he had not had prior, but intuition alone was not enough to unravel the shroud of mystery surrounding his friend. Spock was a quiet creature, his expressions and emotions inherently closeted, much to Kirk's chagrin. There had been more than one occasion where James would have liked nothing more than to take Spock back to his quarters, but the Vulcan's methodical mind was as good as an explicit <em>no</em> from his friend's mouth. <br><br>It came as no surprise to the man when the doors of the lift opened that his crew in whole was waiting patiently for him. Spock was behind the smooth curve of the hand rail behind the captain's chair, apparently in discussion with or listening to Bones and Uhura nearby. Chekov and Sulu were seated at their designated posts. All rose when Kirk stepped onto the bridge, their thinly veiled amusement prompting James to narrow his brilliant blue eyes. A quick glance downward told him that, in his haste to dress, he had slipped his uniform on backwards, and with a growl he tugged it off and stepped down into the chamber. <br><br>“Status report?” he asked, voice muffled behind the fabric of his shirt. <br><br>“Scottie is still preparing the ship to retract mooring gear, captain,” Sulu answered. Chekov's fingers darted across the screen laid out before him, charting the warp vector, undoubtedly, to which Kirk nodded. Bones, Spock and Uhura had migrated down towards the piloting console.<br><br>“So, who's interested in briefing me about our mission?” Kirk began. At the raised brow on Bones' face he shook his head, a defensive look claiming his features. “Not that I don't know what we're doing. Just...testing you guys.”<br><br><br><br><br><em>OOC: We can talk in PMs or IMs about the mission. I know you mentioned something briefly, but I'm afraid I've forgotten -.-;;</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Resistance is Futile: Kirk and Spock.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowspale</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 19:43:45</strong>
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				Spock stood listening to a discussion over the best way to eat shellfish that was occurring between the chief medical officer; Dr. McCoy and the communications officer; Uhura. To someone who spent his life suppressing his emotions, watching them play so freely was nothing less then fascinating. The captain was late arriving; a fact that was less than surprising as the James. T. Kirk he knew had a somewhat unorthodox way of doing things. <br><br>When the lift opened and his friend stepped out, Spock was struck once again with the attraction he didn’t want and for a brief moment it flared in his eyes before he managed to control it. It was getting harder to do; the want and need were there always. The temptation to just give in ever present made more difficult to ignore by the fact Spock was very aware the attraction was mutual. However, such a union was pointless as it was an act meant for the purpose of reproduction and despite the advances in technology, males still could not conceive.<br><br>“Captain on deck!” he called out, stepping forward to get Kirk with his hands clasped behind his back. At the question asked, he raised an eyebrow and couldn’t resist saying. “Sir, our mission is to travel where none have gone before, deep into the uncharted territories of space where we are to search for the meaning as to why you are testing us on a mission to which the briefing has fallen to you, sir.”<br><br>The crew stared at him in shock for a moment; not realizing that they were witness to one of the rare occasions in which Spock let his human ancestry surface enough to tease. McCoy was quick to catch on as was Uhura; both whom had experience with Vulcan so recognized the odd statement for what it was. The others continued to stare in puzzlement, trying to figure out why the doctor was laughing into his hand and wondering what the Captain's reaction would be. <br>
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