Fic: Observations, Ch 188
“Deep Space Station K7 now within sensor range, keptan.”
“Great. This mission is going to be awesome. I’ve always wanted to go to K7. How close will we be to the Klingon outpost?”
“One parsec, captain” Sulu turned around in his chair.
“Close enough to smell them,” Chekov added.
“That is illogical, lieutenant. Odors cannot travel through the vacuum of space.”
“I was making a little joke, sir.”
“Extremely little, lieutenant.”
“But it is a joke to call any of these stations military outposts,” Sulu replied. “They’re more like pleasure resorts or something.”
“Technicalities,” Jim smirked. “They’ve got a base commander and security personnel.”
“Who double as bodyguards for the casino owners. I hear those guys make millions of credits a year.”
“The bodyguards or the casino owners?”
“The bodyguards, Pash, though I’ve got no clue why. No one knows how much the moguls net.”
“Sign me up.”
Jim was altogether too enthusiastic about that prospect. I gave him a look.
“Come on, Spock. Whoever wrote the treaties to set this up was a genius.”
“The treaties between all parties were mediated by an enterprising Betazoid by the name of Bugsy Lansky.”
“That is a wery strange name for a Betazoid.”
“I believe it was not his name given at birth. In any case, during the Kloth-Apari diplomatic crisis between the Federation and the Klingon Empire, it was Mr. Lansky’s idea to resolve the conflict by creating a space dedicated exclusively to gambling and other forms of entertainment in this region. Since the signing of the treaty, this sector of space has become famous-”
“You mean infamous,” Sulu said.
“-for its status as a theoretically neutral, legally recognized center of adult amusement.”
“Don’t make a face like it’s illogical, Spock. I wish I’d thought of that for some of our diplomatic missions.”
“Captain, we are on the border between Federation and Klingon space. It is illogical to establish casinos in such an unstable area, especially when one considers the immediate past history of this quadrant and the proximity to Sherman’s planet.”
“It’ll be fine. We’re gonna have a blast.”
“Investigations by Starfleet Intelligence indicate that a high volume of sensitive and classified information passes hands in this sector on a regular basis. Espionage, whether by government agents or mercenaries, is a real concern. As the Enterprise is both a product and a carrier of Federation research and technology, we must evaluate and if necessary, improve the ship’s security measures.”
“Spock.”
“Captain.”
“You’re taking this way too seriously. Everyone goes to K7 to get drunk and have fun. They’re not going to sneak onto the Enterprise and try to hijack it or something.”
“Captain, while K7 is a popular location for tourists of all species, you should not treat our mission as an impromptu shore leave.”
“Did you read the mission brief Number One sent?”
“Affirmative.”
“Chekov, did you read the mission brief?”
“Aye, sir.”
“Then tell me what it said.”
“We haf been inwited to play in a wery high stakes poker tournament, hosted by the Casino Collectif.”
“A high stakes poker game, Spock. Our mission is to win a poker game.”
“Captain-”
“Lt. Chekov, what’s in it for the winner?”
“Undisputed ownership of Sherman’s planet.”
Jim gave me a look. I turned to Sulu.
“Lt. Sulu, please name the other delegations that have been invited to this poker game at K7.”
“The Klingons. There were rumors that the Orions weren’t invited, but the Syndicate bought in for some ridiculous amount. No telepathic species, obviously, but they somehow got Organians to referee the match to make sure everything’s clean. And others at the table are the filthy rich and professionals.”
I looked at the captain.
“Spock, I know that the Klingons are going to be there. But there’s going to be really tight security at the base, since it’s not in the interest of the casino owners to have this situation blow up in their face. They’re doing it as a giant publicity stunt to attract more tourists-business has been slow for everyone since the Narada.”
“The Federation does not consider undisputed ownership of Sherman’s planet as a publicity stunt, captain. We cannot be certain that the security provided will meet our standards.”
“Tell you what. You do whatever you want with security, since it’ll make you happier.”
“My happiness is unrelated to the relative security of the Enterprise.”
“And I’ll go prepare for the mission. Chekov, Sulu, come with me. Spock, you have the conn.”
Sulu and Chekov called for their relief while Jim walked to the turbolift.
“If I may ask, captain, what are you going to do to prepare for this mission?”
Jim smiled.
“Play poker.”
He stepped into the lift. Sulu and Chekov joined him.
“I thought that was obvious.”
--
“Do you have a tux?”
“Pardon?”
“A tuxedo. Do you have a tuxedo?”
“Negative. Jim and I were planning on wearing our dress uniforms.”
“God no,” Nyota grimaced. “Not there, Spock. This is K7. We’ll have to get both of you fitted,” she frowned. “I think we’ll have to get all of you fitted.”
“All?”
“You, Jim, Scotty, Leonard, Sulu, Pavel. Chris and I are going shopping for evening gowns later. You’ll have to come with us.”
“I do not understand why my dress uniform is unsuitable for this occasion.”
“It just isn’t.”
“I see. This is another arbitrary rule of fashion.”
“It’s not arbitrary, Spock. The way you dress has to be appropriate to the mood and environment of the event and location. K7 is about glamour, money, beautiful people looking elegant holding glasses of bubbling champagne. Dress uniforms don’t communicate that. Tuxedos do.”
“The message attached to the form of dress is still arbitrary. There is no reason that my dress uniform cannot communicate that same message, it is only that fashion designers have not chosen to make that association.”
“You just don’t want to go shopping with me.”
“The security measures on the ship are not yet up to the necessary standard.”
“You can make all the excuses you want, Spock. I’m still going to take you to get fitted for a tux.”
I looked at Nyota. She looked back, gaze even and uncompromising.
I was suddenly gratified to be in a relationship with Jim. He can be persuaded off a course of action much more easily.
“Compensation is necessary.”
Nyota raised an eyebrow.
“You can thank me when Jim can’t keep his hands off you.”
--
“Captain, there’s a transmission for you. It’s Lurry, the K7 station manager.”
“Really, he has a title?”
“He also owns the hotel where the game’s being hosted.”
“Good to know. Put him on the screen, Uhura.”
A corpulent man dressed in a suit wearing a pin with the Starfleet insignia appeared on the screen.
“Captain Kirk!” he boomed. “A pleasure to finally talk to you face to face! Great to see the hero of the Federation! And I see Commander Spock-an honor, sir.”
Jim had his facial expression strictly under control, though I could see that he was genuinely amused by the personality before him.
“Mr. Lurry, what can I do for you?”
“I wanted to personally welcome you to K7. Starfleet notified me that you’ll be here in a few hours.”
“It will be three point four nine seven hours before we reach K7,” I answered.
Jim almost rolled his eyes at my statement.
“Fine, fine. I’ve got the best suites held especially for you and your crew-I’m looking forward to watching you playing in our tournament, captain. Business has never been better.”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Lurry. We’re all looking forward to relaxing a bit at K7.”
“May I ask what security measures are being implemented at your establishment?”
“Only the best, Commander Spock. I personally guarantee it. All my security people came with the highest recommendations and I’ve gone through the background checks myself! Nothing’s going to happen-we’re all getting together for a good time, some fine wine, and honest nights of poker!”
“What of orbital security, transporter pads and shuttle docks?”
Mr. Lurry laughed, the flesh on his face moving with him.
“You are very thorough Mr. Spock. I’ll send over the channel number of my head of security and she’ll answer all your questions. But I don’t think anything will happen. This is K7!”
I raised an eyebrow. Jim surreptitiously kicked me.
“I’ve got a question for you, Mr. Lurry. I’m planning on giving my crew some general leave-is there anything you can do about accommodations?”
“Of course, of course! The rooms of our main hotel are all full, but I’m sure I can arrange something with our partners. It would be at a reduced fee-”
“As long as it doesn’t clean out their credit accounts.”
“Isn’t that what everyone comes to K7 for, Captain Kirk?” Mr. Lurry smiled. “I’ll be more than happy to make a special deal for your crew. How many people plan on coming?”
“My communications officer will forward you the rosters, if that’s all right with you.”
“Perfect. I guarantee you, it’ll be a vacation they’ll never forget.”
Jim winced slightly at Mr. Lurry’s particular phrasing. We have certainly have memorable shore leaves that shared more similarities with nightmares than vacations. He quickly covered his reaction.
“No doubt about it. I’ve always wanted to visit K7.”
“Excellent! Ah, I forgot to ask, Captain Kirk, Commander Spock. Will you need one room, or two?”
Jim’s answer was immediate.
“My core command are accompanying me down. We’d like five or six rooms, whatever you can manage, for the eight of us.”
If I were more impulsive, I would kiss him. It would be highly inappropriate.
“Of course,” Mr. Lurry seemed slightly disappointed, but smiled widely. “All our suites are the best K7 has to offer. But if you find anything you don’t like, I’ll fix it right up. It’s always a pleasure to offer hospitality to Starfleet’s finest.”
“Thanks. I’m sure everything’ll be great.”
“One more request, Mr. Lurry,” I stepped forward. “When will the parties from Klingon and Orion arrive?”
“They’re already here, Commander Spock. We’re all waiting on you.”
“Thank you.”
“All right. We’ll see you in a few hours, Mr. Lurry.”
“Captain Kirk-you don’t mind if there’s a small press conference for your arrival?”
Jim looked at Nyota, who had a dubious expression on her face. She shook her head.
“How small?”
--
“Captain Kirk, are you planning on playing in the game yourself!”
Shouted questions.
“Commander Spock, what do you think of T’Pau’s recent statements from the Vulcan High Council!”
“Captain Kirk, what’s your opinion on Lurry’s decision to let the Orions into the game!”
“Captain Kirk, are you and your First Officer romantically involved!”
“Commander Spock, isn’t this the second time you’ve gotten into a relationship with another member of Starfleet!”
“Captain Kirk, tell us something about facing off the Doomsday Machine!”
Cameras and recording device went off simultaneously. Jim and I were still on the transporter pad, greeted by a crush of reporters. The only thing preventing the crowd from rushing forward was a row of bulky security personnel.
“Commander Spock, do you have any thoughts about the latest reforms being pushed through Starfleet!”
“Captain Kirk, what’s the game plan to win Sherman’s Planet!”
“Commander Spock, what’re the chances that the Klingons’ll win!”
“Captain Kirk, how’ve you prepared for this game!”
“Woah, woah,” Jim held up his hands to signal silence. “One question at a time. The Commander and I will answer ten questions-don’t bother asking questions about our relationship. We’re here on Starfleet business. Okay, you in the purple.”
“This one’s for you, captain. Are you personally going to play in the game?”
“Nope. I’m not bad at poker, but I’m not the best the Enterprise has to offer.”
“Who’s going up against the Klingons?”
“You’ll have to wait and see. Next question-hey, yeah. Andorian with the leather vest.”
“This is for you and the Commander-are you dating? How’s Starfleet taking that? We all saw the exchange between you, Captain Kirk, and Nogura.”
“Captain Kirk and I are not answering any questions concerning the nature of our relationship.”
“Oh, come on, Commander! Just a yes or no!”
The crowd seemed to agree. Photographers stood poised with their devices. Flash bulbs went off periodically.
To my side, I could feel Jim buzzing with the desire to do something extremely impetuous. The back of his hand brushed against mine.
Fuck it. Let’s do it.
Jim, if you execute your plan, I will make certain that you regret doing so.
What, regret as in no sex?
Among other things.
Among other things? What other things? Do you always have to sound so ominous?
I find it is an effective method of persuasion.
Jim gave me a look. I returned it.
The entire scene before us seemed to ignite with flashing white lights as cameras went off simultaneously. What they were photographing was beyond me. Reporters madly tapped words into their datapads.
It seems they found an answer despite the fact that we did not say anything at all. Jim grinned as though he had won something.
I turned my attention back to the reporters, determined to exert a greater degree of control over my facial expressions.
“Next question.”
--
“What did we say?”
“The question is more like what didn’t you say? There’s pictures all over the nets of your hands touching-they know Vulcans are touch telepaths, Spock. And then there’s the look.”
Jim looked over Nyota’s shoulder to read one of the many entries posted on the nets. He began to read aloud.
“‘The air was cracking with sexual tension’,” he smiled at me, “‘as Commander Spock gave Captain Kirk a dark look-we can only imagine what was being communicated between the two, only that it must have been hot. Kirk gave a downright dirty smile’-really? Huh. I didn’t know that-‘while the Vulcan First Officer adopted a completely neutral expression for the rest of the interview.’ Spock, you gave away more than anything I could’ve done.”
“That is apparent.”
“Technically, you guys didn’t say anything. So nothing’s been confirmed or denied.”
“Woah,” Jim’s eyes widened. “The Andorian makes it sounds like we’re having mind sex or something right there in front of them. Hope he’s wasn’t one of the telepathic ones.”
“If he were, he would know the true nature of our communication.”
“He was probably majorly disappointed and decided to play it up.”
“Well, the pictures really don’t help your case.”
“Nyota. We’re looking at each other.”
“Like you want to devour each other. You were thinking about sex, weren’t you.”
“No! We were arguing!”
“About sex. It’s written all over your faces.”
“Wonder what they would’ve said if I actually made out with you.”
“Have a field day, no doubt. The Admiralty would have an aneurysm. You’re not supposed to be celebrities.”
“Everyone has some idea what we’re supposed to be or not be,” he rolled his eyes.
“Jim, I suggest that we ignore the material posted on the nets. It has no bearing on us.”
“I don’t have a problem with it. It’s hilarious. Are you okay, though?”
“I will simply take more precautions in the future.”
“How? By never looking at me?”
“I was considering that possibility.”
“What?!”
“Jim, he’s joking.”
“You never know with Spock.”
Nyota smiled.
“How do you guys like your room? Scotty and I are down the hall, Leonard’s one floor down, I think Sulu and Chekov are a floor up. Chris is next to my room.”
“Great. Game starts tomorrow evening?”
“Affirmative.”
“Which reminds me, both of you need to get fitted for tuxedos.”
“I’ve already got mine. Tailored and everything.”
“When? Who made it?”
“No clue. I just found it with my stuff. I’m assuming the yeoman took care of it or something.”
“That leaves Spock. Mind if I steal your boyfriend for a few hours, Jim?”
“Go for it. I need to go talk to Chekov about the game anyway.”
“It’s final then? You’re sending Pavel in to play?”
“He’s the best we’ve got. I think he should go pro if he ever gets tired of Starfleet. Are you dressing him up too?”
“Of course. Sulu’s taking care of it.”
“Sulu?”
“Did you know he’s got great taste? Must be the influence of his sisters. He and Pavel are set with gorgeous Loceamor suits. You should see the cut, Jim.”
I looked at Jim, resigned. He shook his head.
“Go have fun.”
Nyota began herding me out the door.
“But I want Spock back in one piece,” he called.
--
“Leonard.”
“Damn, Spock. You clean up real nice.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Where’s your other half?”
“He is speaking with Pavel on some last matter concerning strategy.”
“This mission,” Leonard shook his head. “They’ve been doing nothing but watching vids of the players nonstop and talking about how to bet. Did you know Chris is a goddamn expert on betting for each stage? She’s got a whole method for blinds, flops, the turn and river.”
“She is an extremely proficient card player.”
“It’s a miracle I have any credits in my account. By the way, before I forget, Giotto’s on a channel to check in with a report on ship’s security.”
“I have already taken care of it.”
“Oh. Great,” Leonard grimaced. “These goddamn monkey suits. I’m a doctor, not a penguin. Why’re you in all black?”
“Nyota concluded it was a better look for me. After several minutes of deliberation.”
“I thought my dress uniform was bad.”
“Leonard, I have observed that you often make statements of exaggerated discomfort simply to make them.”
“Of course I do!”
I had no reply to that answer.
“Let’s go get a drink, at least get something out of all this tomfoolery. Who the hell heard of giving away a planet based on a poker game? Damned idiotic idea if I’ve ever seen one. Give me a good old fashioned Tennessee whiskey-anything for you, Spock?”
“Vulcan port.”
“Vulcan port for him. Say, do Vulcans gamble?”
“Games of probability are considered to provide useful mathematical instruction. However, credits are rarely involved.”
“That changes the whole game-it’s not gambling if you don’t have real stakes.”
“Terran forms of gambling contain a large psychological element, which complicates the study of the system as it adds more variables. The study of Vulcan psychology developed distinctly from Terrans.”
“So the answer is no, y’all don’t gamble. You always have to give the most convoluted answers. Come on,” Leonard picked up his drink. “You want to see a completely arbitrary game? Let me introduce you to a little thing we humans like to call a slot machine. You’re gonna love it.”
--
“It is almost impossible to gain any credits from these devices.”
“That’s the point.”
“Yet you claim there are Terrans who sit in front of these contraptions, continuously inputting credits and playing.”
“Yup.”
“I see no logic in this action.”
“They’re hoping to hit the jackpot, Spock.”
“The probability of that is-”
“If they play long enough, there’s a chance of winning something sometime.”
“Would not that time and those resources be put to better use in investments or engaging in some profitable activity?”
“You’re missing the point again. The point of these little dohickeys here is to win big without doing any work.”
“A cheat.”
“A break. Every man’s gotta have a little luck to live. Not all of us get as lucky as you and Jim, Spock.”
“Luck has nothing to do with my current situation.”
“I’d say it has a hell of a lot to do with your situation. Come on, finish your credits, you’ve still got a bunch left. You might even win,” Leonard smiled.
A waitress approached.
“Yeah, I’ll have another one of these whiskeys here. Spock?”
“I do not require anything,” I watched as the program spun the various numbers.
“Thanks. We’ll be right here.”
“You realize, doctor, that this entire game is likely rigged in favor of the casino. The numbers it purports to generate randomly cannot truly be random.”
“Spock, it’s not in the casino owner’s interest to never let people win. If there’s absolutely no chance of winning, no one’ll play and the owners won’t make any credits. That’s what K7’s built on.”
“Um, excuse me?”
The waitress had not moved.
“Are you-are you Dr. Leonard McCoy?”
We both looked at each other, then looked at her.
“Yes I am.”
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this, but I just-you’re like such an inspiration to me-the procedures you’ve invented-I’m saving up to go to med school-I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you-”
For a few moments, Leonard looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself. He then smiled, the expression generous.
“That’s great to hear. What’re you interested in?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Surgery, of course, but I don’t know what I want to specialize in. I mean, do you have any advice? You practice in practically every field-it’s so amazing.”
“No advice, but when you get through school, consider joining up with Starfleet. We need more kids like you.”
“I’ve definitely thought about it. Can I-” she pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper. “Can I have your autograph?”
Leonard blinked, then smiled again.
“Sure. What’s your name?”
“Hippolyta.”
“Well, Hippolyta,” Leonard signed in his indecipherable scrawl, “it was a pleasure meeting you.”
“Thanks so so much. Okay, I’ll get your drinks. Oh my god.”
She hurried away, almost skipping to the bar.
I looked at Leonard and raised an eyebrow.
“What? I didn’t expect it. She seemed like a nice kid.”
“It was an interesting exchange.”
“You and Jim are the ones who’re supposed to have fans, not me.”
“She was an admirer of your work.”
“Looks too young to have read my papers.”
“Likely she follows the medical nets and read summaries of your breakthroughs.”
“I-”
Hippolyta returned with Leonard’s drink.
“Thanks. Good luck with medical school.”
I was not aware that Terrans could turn so red.
“I’d love to talk with you, but my boss would kill me if she found it. We’re technically not supposed to bother you.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Thank you so much.”
She mumbled something and with that, abruptly turned to continue her rounds.
The slot machine was absolutely neglected.
“Doctor, I do believe she would have been interested meeting with you. Perhaps for more drinks.”
“Shut up, Spock. She’s a nice kid.”
“One never knows one’s luck until one tries.”
“I thought y’all didn’t believe in luck.”
“But you do.”
“Yeah?” Leonard absently played the rest of the game until the credits were gone. “Maybe better luck next time.”
I shrugged.
“Come on, let’s go find Jim and the others. They’re bound to be here somewhere.”
--
Jim was standing with some diplomats and officials at a roulette table. Among them was Lurry. Leonard was chatting with Sulu and Christine, Nyota and Scotty were standing at a craps table placing a few bets. Pavel was nowhere to be seen-he and the other poker players were being checked by security for devices. The game was about to start.
I entered the room, walking towards Jim. When he saw me, he seemed to stop mid sentence. Those gathered around him looked to see what had drawn his attention. Jim’s eyes followed my movements as I walked, while others began whispering. I raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at Jim, indicating that he should turn his attention back to those gathered around him. He smiled. It was impossible to miss the sexual undertones of that expression.
As Terrans say-two can play at that game.
When I reached his side, Jim was engaged in conversation once more. As I stepped forward from behind, I allowed my hand to ghost just below the end of his dress coat, over the material of his pants.
His muscles tensed slightly, but his attention remained on the others in the circle.
“Ladies, gentlemen, this is my First Officer, Commander Spock.”
I held up the ta’al. Everyone was giving what they thought were covert looks between myself and the captain.
“Come come, now, we’re all friends here,” Lurry smiled. “There’s no need for secrets.”
“Practically the entire galaxy knows, Captain Kirk.”
Jim smiled, the expression charming.
“That’s great for them. You’ll understand, though, if we choose to keep things under wraps. Privacy’s become something of a rare commodity, these days.”
Everyone took the hint.
“Ambassador Goigt, how’d you like that 9 iron?” Jim asked, voice smooth. “I’ve got it on very good authority that your handicap’s down to 4.”
“It’s been great. I’ve got a new favorite putter now, I’ll have to show you sometime...”
I commented a few times in the discussion that followed, but for the most part listened and observed. And watched James Tiberius Kirk, who had once been making crude jokes in backwater bars on Terra, stand in a tailored tuxedo and navigate the small talk of the rich and powerful with ease, as if he were born into this exclusive world.
--
We were gathered to enter the room where the poker tournament would take place. The Enterprise crew stood towards one corner.
“Jim, do you think we’ve got a chance to win this?” Sulu asked.
“Yeah. Chekov can hold his own. And he does well under pressure. I think we’ve got a solid chance. Chris?”
“I recognized some of the names in there-Higami, Gaieth, Yl’Tomromoj. They’re very good. Very good.”
“I’m not worried about pros winning-if that happens, Federation’ll make an offer for the planet, shell out some huge amount of credits.”
“And so will the Klingons,” Leonard answered.
“It still gives us a chance to get Sherman’s planet. As long as the Orions and Klingons don’t win, it’s fine.”
“Jim, I’ve been hearing quite a bit of gossip going on in the background,” Scotty smiled. “You and Spock? What exactly have you been doing to merit such delicious rumors?”
“Nothing.”
Leonard snorted.
“It’s true! We haven’t even touched in public since that session with the reporters.”
“We know it’s true, Jim. You don’t have to do anything for people to know, though,” Nyota said.
“It’s written all over your goddamn face.”
Jim looked at me.
“See? Right there. And there.”
“Leonard,” Christine laughed. “Stop. He can’t help it.”
“If it makes you feel any better, Scotty looks just as stupid in love as you.”
“Thanks, Sulu. Thanks a lot.”
“Aye, but at least no one’s sneaking around the bushes to snap a picture of us kissing. Which, I think I might do.”
Nyota grinned as Scotty kissed her.
“Don’t rub it in,” Jim laughed.
They responded by kissing more enthusiastically.
Leonard rolled his eyes while Sulu looked extremely amused. Christine gave a sympathetic smile to Jim and myself.
“Oh, they’re opening the doors,” Chris said.
“Break it up, you guys, or I really will call the reporters.”
“Well, here goes nothing. Pasha better win. I’ve got serious credits riding on him.”
“Great. This mission is going to be awesome. I’ve always wanted to go to K7. How close will we be to the Klingon outpost?”
“One parsec, captain” Sulu turned around in his chair.
“Close enough to smell them,” Chekov added.
“That is illogical, lieutenant. Odors cannot travel through the vacuum of space.”
“I was making a little joke, sir.”
“Extremely little, lieutenant.”
“But it is a joke to call any of these stations military outposts,” Sulu replied. “They’re more like pleasure resorts or something.”
“Technicalities,” Jim smirked. “They’ve got a base commander and security personnel.”
“Who double as bodyguards for the casino owners. I hear those guys make millions of credits a year.”
“The bodyguards or the casino owners?”
“The bodyguards, Pash, though I’ve got no clue why. No one knows how much the moguls net.”
“Sign me up.”
Jim was altogether too enthusiastic about that prospect. I gave him a look.
“Come on, Spock. Whoever wrote the treaties to set this up was a genius.”
“The treaties between all parties were mediated by an enterprising Betazoid by the name of Bugsy Lansky.”
“That is a wery strange name for a Betazoid.”
“I believe it was not his name given at birth. In any case, during the Kloth-Apari diplomatic crisis between the Federation and the Klingon Empire, it was Mr. Lansky’s idea to resolve the conflict by creating a space dedicated exclusively to gambling and other forms of entertainment in this region. Since the signing of the treaty, this sector of space has become famous-”
“You mean infamous,” Sulu said.
“-for its status as a theoretically neutral, legally recognized center of adult amusement.”
“Don’t make a face like it’s illogical, Spock. I wish I’d thought of that for some of our diplomatic missions.”
“Captain, we are on the border between Federation and Klingon space. It is illogical to establish casinos in such an unstable area, especially when one considers the immediate past history of this quadrant and the proximity to Sherman’s planet.”
“It’ll be fine. We’re gonna have a blast.”
“Investigations by Starfleet Intelligence indicate that a high volume of sensitive and classified information passes hands in this sector on a regular basis. Espionage, whether by government agents or mercenaries, is a real concern. As the Enterprise is both a product and a carrier of Federation research and technology, we must evaluate and if necessary, improve the ship’s security measures.”
“Spock.”
“Captain.”
“You’re taking this way too seriously. Everyone goes to K7 to get drunk and have fun. They’re not going to sneak onto the Enterprise and try to hijack it or something.”
“Captain, while K7 is a popular location for tourists of all species, you should not treat our mission as an impromptu shore leave.”
“Did you read the mission brief Number One sent?”
“Affirmative.”
“Chekov, did you read the mission brief?”
“Aye, sir.”
“Then tell me what it said.”
“We haf been inwited to play in a wery high stakes poker tournament, hosted by the Casino Collectif.”
“A high stakes poker game, Spock. Our mission is to win a poker game.”
“Captain-”
“Lt. Chekov, what’s in it for the winner?”
“Undisputed ownership of Sherman’s planet.”
Jim gave me a look. I turned to Sulu.
“Lt. Sulu, please name the other delegations that have been invited to this poker game at K7.”
“The Klingons. There were rumors that the Orions weren’t invited, but the Syndicate bought in for some ridiculous amount. No telepathic species, obviously, but they somehow got Organians to referee the match to make sure everything’s clean. And others at the table are the filthy rich and professionals.”
I looked at the captain.
“Spock, I know that the Klingons are going to be there. But there’s going to be really tight security at the base, since it’s not in the interest of the casino owners to have this situation blow up in their face. They’re doing it as a giant publicity stunt to attract more tourists-business has been slow for everyone since the Narada.”
“The Federation does not consider undisputed ownership of Sherman’s planet as a publicity stunt, captain. We cannot be certain that the security provided will meet our standards.”
“Tell you what. You do whatever you want with security, since it’ll make you happier.”
“My happiness is unrelated to the relative security of the Enterprise.”
“And I’ll go prepare for the mission. Chekov, Sulu, come with me. Spock, you have the conn.”
Sulu and Chekov called for their relief while Jim walked to the turbolift.
“If I may ask, captain, what are you going to do to prepare for this mission?”
Jim smiled.
“Play poker.”
He stepped into the lift. Sulu and Chekov joined him.
“I thought that was obvious.”
--
“Do you have a tux?”
“Pardon?”
“A tuxedo. Do you have a tuxedo?”
“Negative. Jim and I were planning on wearing our dress uniforms.”
“God no,” Nyota grimaced. “Not there, Spock. This is K7. We’ll have to get both of you fitted,” she frowned. “I think we’ll have to get all of you fitted.”
“All?”
“You, Jim, Scotty, Leonard, Sulu, Pavel. Chris and I are going shopping for evening gowns later. You’ll have to come with us.”
“I do not understand why my dress uniform is unsuitable for this occasion.”
“It just isn’t.”
“I see. This is another arbitrary rule of fashion.”
“It’s not arbitrary, Spock. The way you dress has to be appropriate to the mood and environment of the event and location. K7 is about glamour, money, beautiful people looking elegant holding glasses of bubbling champagne. Dress uniforms don’t communicate that. Tuxedos do.”
“The message attached to the form of dress is still arbitrary. There is no reason that my dress uniform cannot communicate that same message, it is only that fashion designers have not chosen to make that association.”
“You just don’t want to go shopping with me.”
“The security measures on the ship are not yet up to the necessary standard.”
“You can make all the excuses you want, Spock. I’m still going to take you to get fitted for a tux.”
I looked at Nyota. She looked back, gaze even and uncompromising.
I was suddenly gratified to be in a relationship with Jim. He can be persuaded off a course of action much more easily.
“Compensation is necessary.”
Nyota raised an eyebrow.
“You can thank me when Jim can’t keep his hands off you.”
--
“Captain, there’s a transmission for you. It’s Lurry, the K7 station manager.”
“Really, he has a title?”
“He also owns the hotel where the game’s being hosted.”
“Good to know. Put him on the screen, Uhura.”
A corpulent man dressed in a suit wearing a pin with the Starfleet insignia appeared on the screen.
“Captain Kirk!” he boomed. “A pleasure to finally talk to you face to face! Great to see the hero of the Federation! And I see Commander Spock-an honor, sir.”
Jim had his facial expression strictly under control, though I could see that he was genuinely amused by the personality before him.
“Mr. Lurry, what can I do for you?”
“I wanted to personally welcome you to K7. Starfleet notified me that you’ll be here in a few hours.”
“It will be three point four nine seven hours before we reach K7,” I answered.
Jim almost rolled his eyes at my statement.
“Fine, fine. I’ve got the best suites held especially for you and your crew-I’m looking forward to watching you playing in our tournament, captain. Business has never been better.”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Lurry. We’re all looking forward to relaxing a bit at K7.”
“May I ask what security measures are being implemented at your establishment?”
“Only the best, Commander Spock. I personally guarantee it. All my security people came with the highest recommendations and I’ve gone through the background checks myself! Nothing’s going to happen-we’re all getting together for a good time, some fine wine, and honest nights of poker!”
“What of orbital security, transporter pads and shuttle docks?”
Mr. Lurry laughed, the flesh on his face moving with him.
“You are very thorough Mr. Spock. I’ll send over the channel number of my head of security and she’ll answer all your questions. But I don’t think anything will happen. This is K7!”
I raised an eyebrow. Jim surreptitiously kicked me.
“I’ve got a question for you, Mr. Lurry. I’m planning on giving my crew some general leave-is there anything you can do about accommodations?”
“Of course, of course! The rooms of our main hotel are all full, but I’m sure I can arrange something with our partners. It would be at a reduced fee-”
“As long as it doesn’t clean out their credit accounts.”
“Isn’t that what everyone comes to K7 for, Captain Kirk?” Mr. Lurry smiled. “I’ll be more than happy to make a special deal for your crew. How many people plan on coming?”
“My communications officer will forward you the rosters, if that’s all right with you.”
“Perfect. I guarantee you, it’ll be a vacation they’ll never forget.”
Jim winced slightly at Mr. Lurry’s particular phrasing. We have certainly have memorable shore leaves that shared more similarities with nightmares than vacations. He quickly covered his reaction.
“No doubt about it. I’ve always wanted to visit K7.”
“Excellent! Ah, I forgot to ask, Captain Kirk, Commander Spock. Will you need one room, or two?”
Jim’s answer was immediate.
“My core command are accompanying me down. We’d like five or six rooms, whatever you can manage, for the eight of us.”
If I were more impulsive, I would kiss him. It would be highly inappropriate.
“Of course,” Mr. Lurry seemed slightly disappointed, but smiled widely. “All our suites are the best K7 has to offer. But if you find anything you don’t like, I’ll fix it right up. It’s always a pleasure to offer hospitality to Starfleet’s finest.”
“Thanks. I’m sure everything’ll be great.”
“One more request, Mr. Lurry,” I stepped forward. “When will the parties from Klingon and Orion arrive?”
“They’re already here, Commander Spock. We’re all waiting on you.”
“Thank you.”
“All right. We’ll see you in a few hours, Mr. Lurry.”
“Captain Kirk-you don’t mind if there’s a small press conference for your arrival?”
Jim looked at Nyota, who had a dubious expression on her face. She shook her head.
“How small?”
--
“Captain Kirk, are you planning on playing in the game yourself!”
Shouted questions.
“Commander Spock, what do you think of T’Pau’s recent statements from the Vulcan High Council!”
“Captain Kirk, what’s your opinion on Lurry’s decision to let the Orions into the game!”
“Captain Kirk, are you and your First Officer romantically involved!”
“Commander Spock, isn’t this the second time you’ve gotten into a relationship with another member of Starfleet!”
“Captain Kirk, tell us something about facing off the Doomsday Machine!”
Cameras and recording device went off simultaneously. Jim and I were still on the transporter pad, greeted by a crush of reporters. The only thing preventing the crowd from rushing forward was a row of bulky security personnel.
“Commander Spock, do you have any thoughts about the latest reforms being pushed through Starfleet!”
“Captain Kirk, what’s the game plan to win Sherman’s Planet!”
“Commander Spock, what’re the chances that the Klingons’ll win!”
“Captain Kirk, how’ve you prepared for this game!”
“Woah, woah,” Jim held up his hands to signal silence. “One question at a time. The Commander and I will answer ten questions-don’t bother asking questions about our relationship. We’re here on Starfleet business. Okay, you in the purple.”
“This one’s for you, captain. Are you personally going to play in the game?”
“Nope. I’m not bad at poker, but I’m not the best the Enterprise has to offer.”
“Who’s going up against the Klingons?”
“You’ll have to wait and see. Next question-hey, yeah. Andorian with the leather vest.”
“This is for you and the Commander-are you dating? How’s Starfleet taking that? We all saw the exchange between you, Captain Kirk, and Nogura.”
“Captain Kirk and I are not answering any questions concerning the nature of our relationship.”
“Oh, come on, Commander! Just a yes or no!”
The crowd seemed to agree. Photographers stood poised with their devices. Flash bulbs went off periodically.
To my side, I could feel Jim buzzing with the desire to do something extremely impetuous. The back of his hand brushed against mine.
Fuck it. Let’s do it.
Jim, if you execute your plan, I will make certain that you regret doing so.
What, regret as in no sex?
Among other things.
Among other things? What other things? Do you always have to sound so ominous?
I find it is an effective method of persuasion.
Jim gave me a look. I returned it.
The entire scene before us seemed to ignite with flashing white lights as cameras went off simultaneously. What they were photographing was beyond me. Reporters madly tapped words into their datapads.
It seems they found an answer despite the fact that we did not say anything at all. Jim grinned as though he had won something.
I turned my attention back to the reporters, determined to exert a greater degree of control over my facial expressions.
“Next question.”
--
“What did we say?”
“The question is more like what didn’t you say? There’s pictures all over the nets of your hands touching-they know Vulcans are touch telepaths, Spock. And then there’s the look.”
Jim looked over Nyota’s shoulder to read one of the many entries posted on the nets. He began to read aloud.
“‘The air was cracking with sexual tension’,” he smiled at me, “‘as Commander Spock gave Captain Kirk a dark look-we can only imagine what was being communicated between the two, only that it must have been hot. Kirk gave a downright dirty smile’-really? Huh. I didn’t know that-‘while the Vulcan First Officer adopted a completely neutral expression for the rest of the interview.’ Spock, you gave away more than anything I could’ve done.”
“That is apparent.”
“Technically, you guys didn’t say anything. So nothing’s been confirmed or denied.”
“Woah,” Jim’s eyes widened. “The Andorian makes it sounds like we’re having mind sex or something right there in front of them. Hope he’s wasn’t one of the telepathic ones.”
“If he were, he would know the true nature of our communication.”
“He was probably majorly disappointed and decided to play it up.”
“Well, the pictures really don’t help your case.”
“Nyota. We’re looking at each other.”
“Like you want to devour each other. You were thinking about sex, weren’t you.”
“No! We were arguing!”
“About sex. It’s written all over your faces.”
“Wonder what they would’ve said if I actually made out with you.”
“Have a field day, no doubt. The Admiralty would have an aneurysm. You’re not supposed to be celebrities.”
“Everyone has some idea what we’re supposed to be or not be,” he rolled his eyes.
“Jim, I suggest that we ignore the material posted on the nets. It has no bearing on us.”
“I don’t have a problem with it. It’s hilarious. Are you okay, though?”
“I will simply take more precautions in the future.”
“How? By never looking at me?”
“I was considering that possibility.”
“What?!”
“Jim, he’s joking.”
“You never know with Spock.”
Nyota smiled.
“How do you guys like your room? Scotty and I are down the hall, Leonard’s one floor down, I think Sulu and Chekov are a floor up. Chris is next to my room.”
“Great. Game starts tomorrow evening?”
“Affirmative.”
“Which reminds me, both of you need to get fitted for tuxedos.”
“I’ve already got mine. Tailored and everything.”
“When? Who made it?”
“No clue. I just found it with my stuff. I’m assuming the yeoman took care of it or something.”
“That leaves Spock. Mind if I steal your boyfriend for a few hours, Jim?”
“Go for it. I need to go talk to Chekov about the game anyway.”
“It’s final then? You’re sending Pavel in to play?”
“He’s the best we’ve got. I think he should go pro if he ever gets tired of Starfleet. Are you dressing him up too?”
“Of course. Sulu’s taking care of it.”
“Sulu?”
“Did you know he’s got great taste? Must be the influence of his sisters. He and Pavel are set with gorgeous Loceamor suits. You should see the cut, Jim.”
I looked at Jim, resigned. He shook his head.
“Go have fun.”
Nyota began herding me out the door.
“But I want Spock back in one piece,” he called.
--
“Leonard.”
“Damn, Spock. You clean up real nice.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Where’s your other half?”
“He is speaking with Pavel on some last matter concerning strategy.”
“This mission,” Leonard shook his head. “They’ve been doing nothing but watching vids of the players nonstop and talking about how to bet. Did you know Chris is a goddamn expert on betting for each stage? She’s got a whole method for blinds, flops, the turn and river.”
“She is an extremely proficient card player.”
“It’s a miracle I have any credits in my account. By the way, before I forget, Giotto’s on a channel to check in with a report on ship’s security.”
“I have already taken care of it.”
“Oh. Great,” Leonard grimaced. “These goddamn monkey suits. I’m a doctor, not a penguin. Why’re you in all black?”
“Nyota concluded it was a better look for me. After several minutes of deliberation.”
“I thought my dress uniform was bad.”
“Leonard, I have observed that you often make statements of exaggerated discomfort simply to make them.”
“Of course I do!”
I had no reply to that answer.
“Let’s go get a drink, at least get something out of all this tomfoolery. Who the hell heard of giving away a planet based on a poker game? Damned idiotic idea if I’ve ever seen one. Give me a good old fashioned Tennessee whiskey-anything for you, Spock?”
“Vulcan port.”
“Vulcan port for him. Say, do Vulcans gamble?”
“Games of probability are considered to provide useful mathematical instruction. However, credits are rarely involved.”
“That changes the whole game-it’s not gambling if you don’t have real stakes.”
“Terran forms of gambling contain a large psychological element, which complicates the study of the system as it adds more variables. The study of Vulcan psychology developed distinctly from Terrans.”
“So the answer is no, y’all don’t gamble. You always have to give the most convoluted answers. Come on,” Leonard picked up his drink. “You want to see a completely arbitrary game? Let me introduce you to a little thing we humans like to call a slot machine. You’re gonna love it.”
--
“It is almost impossible to gain any credits from these devices.”
“That’s the point.”
“Yet you claim there are Terrans who sit in front of these contraptions, continuously inputting credits and playing.”
“Yup.”
“I see no logic in this action.”
“They’re hoping to hit the jackpot, Spock.”
“The probability of that is-”
“If they play long enough, there’s a chance of winning something sometime.”
“Would not that time and those resources be put to better use in investments or engaging in some profitable activity?”
“You’re missing the point again. The point of these little dohickeys here is to win big without doing any work.”
“A cheat.”
“A break. Every man’s gotta have a little luck to live. Not all of us get as lucky as you and Jim, Spock.”
“Luck has nothing to do with my current situation.”
“I’d say it has a hell of a lot to do with your situation. Come on, finish your credits, you’ve still got a bunch left. You might even win,” Leonard smiled.
A waitress approached.
“Yeah, I’ll have another one of these whiskeys here. Spock?”
“I do not require anything,” I watched as the program spun the various numbers.
“Thanks. We’ll be right here.”
“You realize, doctor, that this entire game is likely rigged in favor of the casino. The numbers it purports to generate randomly cannot truly be random.”
“Spock, it’s not in the casino owner’s interest to never let people win. If there’s absolutely no chance of winning, no one’ll play and the owners won’t make any credits. That’s what K7’s built on.”
“Um, excuse me?”
The waitress had not moved.
“Are you-are you Dr. Leonard McCoy?”
We both looked at each other, then looked at her.
“Yes I am.”
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this, but I just-you’re like such an inspiration to me-the procedures you’ve invented-I’m saving up to go to med school-I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you-”
For a few moments, Leonard looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself. He then smiled, the expression generous.
“That’s great to hear. What’re you interested in?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Surgery, of course, but I don’t know what I want to specialize in. I mean, do you have any advice? You practice in practically every field-it’s so amazing.”
“No advice, but when you get through school, consider joining up with Starfleet. We need more kids like you.”
“I’ve definitely thought about it. Can I-” she pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper. “Can I have your autograph?”
Leonard blinked, then smiled again.
“Sure. What’s your name?”
“Hippolyta.”
“Well, Hippolyta,” Leonard signed in his indecipherable scrawl, “it was a pleasure meeting you.”
“Thanks so so much. Okay, I’ll get your drinks. Oh my god.”
She hurried away, almost skipping to the bar.
I looked at Leonard and raised an eyebrow.
“What? I didn’t expect it. She seemed like a nice kid.”
“It was an interesting exchange.”
“You and Jim are the ones who’re supposed to have fans, not me.”
“She was an admirer of your work.”
“Looks too young to have read my papers.”
“Likely she follows the medical nets and read summaries of your breakthroughs.”
“I-”
Hippolyta returned with Leonard’s drink.
“Thanks. Good luck with medical school.”
I was not aware that Terrans could turn so red.
“I’d love to talk with you, but my boss would kill me if she found it. We’re technically not supposed to bother you.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Thank you so much.”
She mumbled something and with that, abruptly turned to continue her rounds.
The slot machine was absolutely neglected.
“Doctor, I do believe she would have been interested meeting with you. Perhaps for more drinks.”
“Shut up, Spock. She’s a nice kid.”
“One never knows one’s luck until one tries.”
“I thought y’all didn’t believe in luck.”
“But you do.”
“Yeah?” Leonard absently played the rest of the game until the credits were gone. “Maybe better luck next time.”
I shrugged.
“Come on, let’s go find Jim and the others. They’re bound to be here somewhere.”
--
Jim was standing with some diplomats and officials at a roulette table. Among them was Lurry. Leonard was chatting with Sulu and Christine, Nyota and Scotty were standing at a craps table placing a few bets. Pavel was nowhere to be seen-he and the other poker players were being checked by security for devices. The game was about to start.
I entered the room, walking towards Jim. When he saw me, he seemed to stop mid sentence. Those gathered around him looked to see what had drawn his attention. Jim’s eyes followed my movements as I walked, while others began whispering. I raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at Jim, indicating that he should turn his attention back to those gathered around him. He smiled. It was impossible to miss the sexual undertones of that expression.
As Terrans say-two can play at that game.
When I reached his side, Jim was engaged in conversation once more. As I stepped forward from behind, I allowed my hand to ghost just below the end of his dress coat, over the material of his pants.
His muscles tensed slightly, but his attention remained on the others in the circle.
“Ladies, gentlemen, this is my First Officer, Commander Spock.”
I held up the ta’al. Everyone was giving what they thought were covert looks between myself and the captain.
“Come come, now, we’re all friends here,” Lurry smiled. “There’s no need for secrets.”
“Practically the entire galaxy knows, Captain Kirk.”
Jim smiled, the expression charming.
“That’s great for them. You’ll understand, though, if we choose to keep things under wraps. Privacy’s become something of a rare commodity, these days.”
Everyone took the hint.
“Ambassador Goigt, how’d you like that 9 iron?” Jim asked, voice smooth. “I’ve got it on very good authority that your handicap’s down to 4.”
“It’s been great. I’ve got a new favorite putter now, I’ll have to show you sometime...”
I commented a few times in the discussion that followed, but for the most part listened and observed. And watched James Tiberius Kirk, who had once been making crude jokes in backwater bars on Terra, stand in a tailored tuxedo and navigate the small talk of the rich and powerful with ease, as if he were born into this exclusive world.
--
We were gathered to enter the room where the poker tournament would take place. The Enterprise crew stood towards one corner.
“Jim, do you think we’ve got a chance to win this?” Sulu asked.
“Yeah. Chekov can hold his own. And he does well under pressure. I think we’ve got a solid chance. Chris?”
“I recognized some of the names in there-Higami, Gaieth, Yl’Tomromoj. They’re very good. Very good.”
“I’m not worried about pros winning-if that happens, Federation’ll make an offer for the planet, shell out some huge amount of credits.”
“And so will the Klingons,” Leonard answered.
“It still gives us a chance to get Sherman’s planet. As long as the Orions and Klingons don’t win, it’s fine.”
“Jim, I’ve been hearing quite a bit of gossip going on in the background,” Scotty smiled. “You and Spock? What exactly have you been doing to merit such delicious rumors?”
“Nothing.”
Leonard snorted.
“It’s true! We haven’t even touched in public since that session with the reporters.”
“We know it’s true, Jim. You don’t have to do anything for people to know, though,” Nyota said.
“It’s written all over your goddamn face.”
Jim looked at me.
“See? Right there. And there.”
“Leonard,” Christine laughed. “Stop. He can’t help it.”
“If it makes you feel any better, Scotty looks just as stupid in love as you.”
“Thanks, Sulu. Thanks a lot.”
“Aye, but at least no one’s sneaking around the bushes to snap a picture of us kissing. Which, I think I might do.”
Nyota grinned as Scotty kissed her.
“Don’t rub it in,” Jim laughed.
They responded by kissing more enthusiastically.
Leonard rolled his eyes while Sulu looked extremely amused. Christine gave a sympathetic smile to Jim and myself.
“Oh, they’re opening the doors,” Chris said.
“Break it up, you guys, or I really will call the reporters.”
“Well, here goes nothing. Pasha better win. I’ve got serious credits riding on him.”