S&S&ST Chapter Five: School Begins
A/N: Because Scotty is cast as Mrs. Jennings, the Enterprise is a metaphor. Therefore, you should take everything he says with a double meaning
Outline
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
The Academy grounds were resplendent with wide sweeping yards and metallic blue buildings, but the dorms were small and cramped. And though Jim admired it with many loud exclamations, it was only to compare its features with those of Norland Park back on Vulcan. These windows were too small, that gate was not grand enough, and seriously, how can it call itself an Academy with no ivy climbing the walls. But he resigned himself to the new living conditions in which he now found himself.
The most major change was the vast quantity of homework. Jim had never been challenged in school before, for all of his teachers were much stupider than he was. But now he didn’t get into much trouble anymore because he was rarely bored. And despite the strenuous schoolwork, he was contented with his new life.
And the favorite by far of his subjects was Engineering. It was introduced to him by one Professor Montgomery Scott. He was a good humored, lithe man, with broad shoulders, who talked a great deal, seemed very happy, and just a bit fond of his scotch. Before the first class was over, he had said many witty things on the subject of gizmos and gadgets. As he insisted, the greatest of his lessons was this: “Take care of your ‘ship,” he said, stroking the dilithium crystal vault, “and your ‘ship will take care of you.”
All of his students called him Professor Scott, except for James T Kirke, who called him Scotty. He allowed this, but only because he had the perceptiveness of mind to realized that McCoy had the hots for Jim. He had decided to pair the two of them up in as many class assignments as he could. In order to keep Jim from getting suspicious of his plan, he was willing to make a few allowances.
However, the younger Kirke boy could not perceive anything about McCoy that would make him worth regarding in any way. Spock, on the other hand, saw in him a kind and sensible demeanor, and he had pretty blue eyes. After seeing his brother rebuff his offers of friendship for the fourth time, Spock decided to step in for poor Bonesey’s sake. “I should think that you would consider being courteous to Dr McCoy,” he said, “He is merely attempting to be friendly. And I realize that I am not as exciting a companion as others you could find at this institution. He’s a good man, Jim. And he has a strength of spirit to match you own.”
“But, Spock, he’s so old!” he protested. “And his ideas are so old-fashioned. He said the silliest thing the other day about teleporters taking his soul away from him. I mean, really, it’s too ridiculous! Everyone knows that teleporters are the safest way in the world to travel. How could I ever survive a friend with such outdated philosophies?”
“He is not so very old. The way you talk, our poor mother must be nearly in her grave by now. And though there have been no major accidents, the teleportation system has not been around for very long yet. He may be right to be cautious.”
“I suppose so, but there’s a difference between being cautious and being paranoid,” muttered Kirke. And that was the end of the conversation.
ETA: If anyone has suggestions for technobabble I can use for the next couple chapters, this is the place
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Outline
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
The Academy grounds were resplendent with wide sweeping yards and metallic blue buildings, but the dorms were small and cramped. And though Jim admired it with many loud exclamations, it was only to compare its features with those of Norland Park back on Vulcan. These windows were too small, that gate was not grand enough, and seriously, how can it call itself an Academy with no ivy climbing the walls. But he resigned himself to the new living conditions in which he now found himself.
The most major change was the vast quantity of homework. Jim had never been challenged in school before, for all of his teachers were much stupider than he was. But now he didn’t get into much trouble anymore because he was rarely bored. And despite the strenuous schoolwork, he was contented with his new life.
And the favorite by far of his subjects was Engineering. It was introduced to him by one Professor Montgomery Scott. He was a good humored, lithe man, with broad shoulders, who talked a great deal, seemed very happy, and just a bit fond of his scotch. Before the first class was over, he had said many witty things on the subject of gizmos and gadgets. As he insisted, the greatest of his lessons was this: “Take care of your ‘ship,” he said, stroking the dilithium crystal vault, “and your ‘ship will take care of you.”
All of his students called him Professor Scott, except for James T Kirke, who called him Scotty. He allowed this, but only because he had the perceptiveness of mind to realized that McCoy had the hots for Jim. He had decided to pair the two of them up in as many class assignments as he could. In order to keep Jim from getting suspicious of his plan, he was willing to make a few allowances.
However, the younger Kirke boy could not perceive anything about McCoy that would make him worth regarding in any way. Spock, on the other hand, saw in him a kind and sensible demeanor, and he had pretty blue eyes. After seeing his brother rebuff his offers of friendship for the fourth time, Spock decided to step in for poor Bonesey’s sake. “I should think that you would consider being courteous to Dr McCoy,” he said, “He is merely attempting to be friendly. And I realize that I am not as exciting a companion as others you could find at this institution. He’s a good man, Jim. And he has a strength of spirit to match you own.”
“But, Spock, he’s so old!” he protested. “And his ideas are so old-fashioned. He said the silliest thing the other day about teleporters taking his soul away from him. I mean, really, it’s too ridiculous! Everyone knows that teleporters are the safest way in the world to travel. How could I ever survive a friend with such outdated philosophies?”
“He is not so very old. The way you talk, our poor mother must be nearly in her grave by now. And though there have been no major accidents, the teleportation system has not been around for very long yet. He may be right to be cautious.”
“I suppose so, but there’s a difference between being cautious and being paranoid,” muttered Kirke. And that was the end of the conversation.
ETA: If anyone has suggestions for technobabble I can use for the next couple chapters, this is the place
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine