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Title: Captain's Mast
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Characters: Number One, Jim Kirk, Pike in passing, Finnegan in passing.
Summary: Number One lays down the law.
Notes:
My Number One's name, Eunice Robbins, is taken from the Early Voyage comic books. Her characterization and her teaching at Starfleet Academy while Jim was there is my own roleplaying/fic canon. I mean she wasn't with Pike and the Enterprise, so she was obviously SOMEWHERE else.
My quote was:
17. You're talkin' loud enough for the both of us, ain't ya? I've met a dozen like you. Skipped off home early. Minor grift jobs here and there. Spent some time in the lockdown, but less than you claim. And you're what? A petty thief with delusions o' standing? Sad little king of a sad little hill.
Title is taken from the Navy term for non judicial punishment proceedings.
In all her years with Starfleet, Robbins figures that she's seen it all. She's got this kid pegged the second he strides into class, ten minutes late, a broad smirk on his face as he lets the door slam behind him, and then, damn him, gives her a smirk, as if he's daring her to do a thing.
"Jim Kirk," he announces, smirk never fading from his lips as he saunters toward a seat. "Are these things assigned or can I just go ahead? Oh yeah, you weren’t expecting me. Central casting sent you a note and you're supposed to write me in the roster."
The smirk becomes a beam of triumph, something lighting up Kirk's eyes that wasn't there before. Whatever it is though, that isn't quite enough for Robbins and her desire to slap him square across the face. It may be unprofessional, it may be stupid, but it sure as hell isn't against the regulations that she gives a fuck about and it's a close thing as she stares at Kirk, narrowing her eyes as far as they can go.
She'll let Chris Pike's little protégé in, she decides, for all that she's never had a first year in advanced survival, all that she doubts he can hack it for a second. He seems to think that the brat's good enough to be here, the note appearing on her padd confirms it and it'd be stupid to doubt his opinion now.
All that her old captain still needs her to kick his ass, when it comes down to it, he knows these kids, has a real eye for them, and Robbins has learned to trust that if nothing else. But looking at Jim Kirk right now...she's got her doubts and she's not going to lie about them, rolls her eyes over his head at Finnegan, in a clear signal her T.A should do his worst, then focuses her gaze on him.
"I'm going to make this clear right off the bat, Cadet." she says, leaning in as close to Kirk as she can, planting her palms firmly on the desk top, and just daring him to interrupt. "The first sign you can't hack it in my course, your ass is out that door. You try pulling even a little funny business, even once, your ass is mine and I'll be kicking it to Barnett's door."
Robbins can't say she's exactly fond of the Commandant herself, on the best of days, Hell, she's only here between assignments teaching while they find her something else to do, maybe the captaincy they're holding back, but when you come to him with a complaint, he damn well listens and by now, Jim Kirk should know it.
"You may be Pike's little...pet." she adds, impressed somehow that Kirk has met her stare dead on and isn't letting go of her gaze for a minute, "But you're sure as hell not mine, so don't think your connections get you anywhere."
Smarter than his record shows, she thinks, and somehow, despite the fact that Robbins isn't going to respect him yet, she won't until he earns it, the gaze meets her approval and she straightens, giving him one last firm nod, returning to business at hand.
"You're late, Cadet." she tells Kirk, not letting up on him a second. "You're late, you're sloppy and I hate your attitude. I think we'll make that ten demerits for you all round. You do it again, and that's doubled. Got it?"
She'll see he works them off with her as well, before they go against his record. Robbins thinks she's fair enough in that, even if endless weekend calisthenics aren't their idea of fun. Better than they screw themselves out of promotion later and besides, up on a ship, adding marks to your record won't do much until you're home and no-one cares. She's seen it once, she's seen it twice, she's seen it more times than she knows and there's no better way to break them to the real world than with actual consequences as they apply now.
She still doubts Kirk can take it, knows his type just all too well, but he'll still get his chance for now, and sink or swim, they'll see what he can do. She doesn't owe Chris Pike a thing, she knows that, but something in his note just made her do it anyway.
Number One-
Kirk's got permission and he's passed the pre-reqs, but he needs someone to kick his ass. If anybody's up for handling cocky brats, it's you. You've managed me all these years after all.
-Chris
It's damn time somebody appreciated her, Robbins thinks, turning her attention back to the board and her lesson, pointedly ignoring Kirk until he proves he's worth it. She's seen his type before, and he won't be a thing until she makes him. Feeling his eyes on her again, she knows it's going to be a long semester. Might as well get started now.
Title: Captain's Mast
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Characters: Number One, Jim Kirk, Pike in passing, Finnegan in passing.
Summary: Number One lays down the law.
Notes:
My Number One's name, Eunice Robbins, is taken from the Early Voyage comic books. Her characterization and her teaching at Starfleet Academy while Jim was there is my own roleplaying/fic canon. I mean she wasn't with Pike and the Enterprise, so she was obviously SOMEWHERE else.
My quote was:
17. You're talkin' loud enough for the both of us, ain't ya? I've met a dozen like you. Skipped off home early. Minor grift jobs here and there. Spent some time in the lockdown, but less than you claim. And you're what? A petty thief with delusions o' standing? Sad little king of a sad little hill.
Title is taken from the Navy term for non judicial punishment proceedings.
In all her years with Starfleet, Robbins figures that she's seen it all. She's got this kid pegged the second he strides into class, ten minutes late, a broad smirk on his face as he lets the door slam behind him, and then, damn him, gives her a smirk, as if he's daring her to do a thing.
"Jim Kirk," he announces, smirk never fading from his lips as he saunters toward a seat. "Are these things assigned or can I just go ahead? Oh yeah, you weren’t expecting me. Central casting sent you a note and you're supposed to write me in the roster."
The smirk becomes a beam of triumph, something lighting up Kirk's eyes that wasn't there before. Whatever it is though, that isn't quite enough for Robbins and her desire to slap him square across the face. It may be unprofessional, it may be stupid, but it sure as hell isn't against the regulations that she gives a fuck about and it's a close thing as she stares at Kirk, narrowing her eyes as far as they can go.
She'll let Chris Pike's little protégé in, she decides, for all that she's never had a first year in advanced survival, all that she doubts he can hack it for a second. He seems to think that the brat's good enough to be here, the note appearing on her padd confirms it and it'd be stupid to doubt his opinion now.
All that her old captain still needs her to kick his ass, when it comes down to it, he knows these kids, has a real eye for them, and Robbins has learned to trust that if nothing else. But looking at Jim Kirk right now...she's got her doubts and she's not going to lie about them, rolls her eyes over his head at Finnegan, in a clear signal her T.A should do his worst, then focuses her gaze on him.
"I'm going to make this clear right off the bat, Cadet." she says, leaning in as close to Kirk as she can, planting her palms firmly on the desk top, and just daring him to interrupt. "The first sign you can't hack it in my course, your ass is out that door. You try pulling even a little funny business, even once, your ass is mine and I'll be kicking it to Barnett's door."
Robbins can't say she's exactly fond of the Commandant herself, on the best of days, Hell, she's only here between assignments teaching while they find her something else to do, maybe the captaincy they're holding back, but when you come to him with a complaint, he damn well listens and by now, Jim Kirk should know it.
"You may be Pike's little...pet." she adds, impressed somehow that Kirk has met her stare dead on and isn't letting go of her gaze for a minute, "But you're sure as hell not mine, so don't think your connections get you anywhere."
Smarter than his record shows, she thinks, and somehow, despite the fact that Robbins isn't going to respect him yet, she won't until he earns it, the gaze meets her approval and she straightens, giving him one last firm nod, returning to business at hand.
"You're late, Cadet." she tells Kirk, not letting up on him a second. "You're late, you're sloppy and I hate your attitude. I think we'll make that ten demerits for you all round. You do it again, and that's doubled. Got it?"
She'll see he works them off with her as well, before they go against his record. Robbins thinks she's fair enough in that, even if endless weekend calisthenics aren't their idea of fun. Better than they screw themselves out of promotion later and besides, up on a ship, adding marks to your record won't do much until you're home and no-one cares. She's seen it once, she's seen it twice, she's seen it more times than she knows and there's no better way to break them to the real world than with actual consequences as they apply now.
She still doubts Kirk can take it, knows his type just all too well, but he'll still get his chance for now, and sink or swim, they'll see what he can do. She doesn't owe Chris Pike a thing, she knows that, but something in his note just made her do it anyway.
Number One-
Kirk's got permission and he's passed the pre-reqs, but he needs someone to kick his ass. If anybody's up for handling cocky brats, it's you. You've managed me all these years after all.
-Chris
It's damn time somebody appreciated her, Robbins thinks, turning her attention back to the board and her lesson, pointedly ignoring Kirk until he proves he's worth it. She's seen his type before, and he won't be a thing until she makes him. Feeling his eyes on her again, she knows it's going to be a long semester. Might as well get started now.