Captain's Log: Stardate 2258.94; Captain James T. Kirk
Some of this is ridiculous.
I just returned from saving the world, and they feel it necessary to make me go through seminars in order to prepare myself for the worst. Didn't I just handle the worst? I can hardly think of a worse scenario... nothing they can teach anyone can prepare for that kind of thing.
This being said, seems like the Enterprise is almost up and ready for departure, so...good to know.
You better be taking good care of my baby ship, Spock.
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It's official.
Captain James T. Kirk.
It sounds so nice doesn't it?
Called home. I think I'm killing my mother, or something. She kept crying and crying...even harder than she was when I told her I was skipping town to enlist in Starfleet. Something about me being just like my father. She's proud of me, sure, but I think it makes her nervous.
I almost can't process all of this. Returning back, going through all of these holo-seminars, doing all of this paperwork that probably makes me promise not to send the Enterprise hurling through black holes.
They asked if I wanted a different crew. Something about just how young everyone is, how inexperienced they are. I said hell no, though I didn't expect Spock to request to be my commanding officer. He's good and smart; he'll do a good job, but I can't forsee us getting along immediately...not like the old Spock said we would. His memories are so ...different. That Kirk isn't me, and he isn't Spock, but he is and you can definitely tell the similarities in some...way. I kind of hope, at some time we'll have that whole...captain-commander relationship down. Who the hell knows...
I'm thinking way the hell too much. When did I get this introspective?
Kirk out.
((ooc: Still gone for some time, but I'll do what I can. :) ))
I just returned from saving the world, and they feel it necessary to make me go through seminars in order to prepare myself for the worst. Didn't I just handle the worst? I can hardly think of a worse scenario... nothing they can teach anyone can prepare for that kind of thing.
This being said, seems like the Enterprise is almost up and ready for departure, so...good to know.
You better be taking good care of my baby ship, Spock.
Personal Log: Premium Security, May Not Be Accessed.
It's official.
Captain James T. Kirk.
It sounds so nice doesn't it?
Called home. I think I'm killing my mother, or something. She kept crying and crying...even harder than she was when I told her I was skipping town to enlist in Starfleet. Something about me being just like my father. She's proud of me, sure, but I think it makes her nervous.
I almost can't process all of this. Returning back, going through all of these holo-seminars, doing all of this paperwork that probably makes me promise not to send the Enterprise hurling through black holes.
They asked if I wanted a different crew. Something about just how young everyone is, how inexperienced they are. I said hell no, though I didn't expect Spock to request to be my commanding officer. He's good and smart; he'll do a good job, but I can't forsee us getting along immediately...not like the old Spock said we would. His memories are so ...different. That Kirk isn't me, and he isn't Spock, but he is and you can definitely tell the similarities in some...way. I kind of hope, at some time we'll have that whole...captain-commander relationship down. Who the hell knows...
I'm thinking way the hell too much. When did I get this introspective?
Kirk out.
((ooc: Still gone for some time, but I'll do what I can. :) ))