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Who: Nero and McCoy
When: nine tonight
Where: The infirmary, where else
What: McCoy needs to learn more about Romulan biology (not like that you fiends) and there just happens to be a Romulan on board.
Warnings: Probably blatant and unabashed space racism. That's how Star Trek rolls son
Star Fleet Academy taught a lot about tolerance, courses in 'cultural sensitivity' that reminded him too much of high school not to drive him up a wall. All that while subtly bashing the Klingon Empire where they could, a very fine balance of peace keeping and armada.
McCoy had taken the courses, attended the lectures, nodded his way though them with enough attention to pick up some of what was being driven home. Remembering open perceptions, different mindsets, placing yourself in another man's, or creature's, shoes. He was the one asking Nero for the favor but it still put his teeth on edge, and it wasn't easy to remember what the man had gone through when he remembered far more clearly the surviving Vulcans ghosting the Enterprise's halls, of the slug he himself had pulled out of Captain Pike.
No, he couldn't quite smother the edge in his expression and gaze, watching the door sharply save for the subtle hints of his mind's wandering. His confliction wasn't helped at all by the last flood and Nero's decent other self. Of course the man had it in him to be redeemed, he wouldn't damn well be here if he wasn't. Seeing evidence of that first hand had been more of a wake up call than he'd like to admit on the matter. Life was a easier when the bad guys were the bad guys, even if he knew better than to think it'd ever be that simple.
Or that anything in this damned place stayed dead.
When: nine tonight
Where: The infirmary, where else
What: McCoy needs to learn more about Romulan biology (not like that you fiends) and there just happens to be a Romulan on board.
Warnings: Probably blatant and unabashed space racism. That's how Star Trek rolls son
Star Fleet Academy taught a lot about tolerance, courses in 'cultural sensitivity' that reminded him too much of high school not to drive him up a wall. All that while subtly bashing the Klingon Empire where they could, a very fine balance of peace keeping and armada.
McCoy had taken the courses, attended the lectures, nodded his way though them with enough attention to pick up some of what was being driven home. Remembering open perceptions, different mindsets, placing yourself in another man's, or creature's, shoes. He was the one asking Nero for the favor but it still put his teeth on edge, and it wasn't easy to remember what the man had gone through when he remembered far more clearly the surviving Vulcans ghosting the Enterprise's halls, of the slug he himself had pulled out of Captain Pike.
No, he couldn't quite smother the edge in his expression and gaze, watching the door sharply save for the subtle hints of his mind's wandering. His confliction wasn't helped at all by the last flood and Nero's decent other self. Of course the man had it in him to be redeemed, he wouldn't damn well be here if he wasn't. Seeing evidence of that first hand had been more of a wake up call than he'd like to admit on the matter. Life was a easier when the bad guys were the bad guys, even if he knew better than to think it'd ever be that simple.
Or that anything in this damned place stayed dead.