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Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU (New Genesis)
Summary: Admiral Marcus makes his move.
Word Count: 1105
Rating: Teen
“Everyone else doesn’t seem to like Harrison much. Not that he’s mean or anything. He’s just new. Perfectly polite, maybe even a little bit charismatic, really intelligent and likes helping everybody out, but he hasn’t had time to mesh with the rest of them yet. He’s worked with Nowak before, so they get along decently well, but I wouldn’t call them close. None of which, of course, means anything, and if this were a book I’d be calling him a red herring, but something about his name and face...I don’t know, it’s ringing some sort of bell but I can’t place it.” He isn’t really given time to elaborate further, though, because there’s an urgent hammering on the door and then Dr. Marcus herself bursts in.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Jim. My father’s demanding to speak with you.” The quickly concealed alarm and swallow suggest that the Admiral is somehow involved in all this cloak and dagger nonsense, but Kirk just nods.
“Tell him I’m on my way.” He might be used to being woken up at odd hours—which is likely, on a starship—or he simply has the superhuman ability to ignore the need to yawn. The wry smile on the man’s face doesn’t quite reach his eyes when he turns back to McCoy, though. “The busy life of a starship Captain. Everybody wants a piece of me.”
“I sure hope none of the admirals want you in your pajamas,” McCoy retorts, and that laugh is certainly genuine.
Leonard had been a little less certain about going himself, listening in on what might be a call whose contents were meant to be kept secret for some godforsaken reason, but on arrival is a little less worried on account of the fact that the rest of the scientists have practically packed themselves into the corridor outside to listen in. It’s not out of the question that the attempt to arrest them all would happen anyway, but it’d certainly make it more of a pain in the ass. They’re all murmuring among themselves, nervous. They know something’s going on, too, just not what.
“Captain James Kirk. You are hereby ordered to turn the Genesis Device over to me,” Admiral Marcus thunders, and Kirk falters, confused, just for a second. The corridor goes silent, and several of the scientists seem to have frozen entirely. McCoy keeps several of them in his peripheral vision, monitoring whether they haven’t plumb forgotten how to breathe like the geniuses they were—sure, this sounds bad, but every situation can easily be made worse by passing out or hitting your head and then having to deal with the same situation on top.
“Admiral Marcus, sir, I was under the impression that this is a civilian project…” Kirk begins, and it doesn’t take long acquaintance to guess that the man’s stalling.
“You were misinformed,” the Admiral replies firmly.
It’s clear Dr. Marcus has had enough of sitting on the sidelines, because she interrupts. “Actually, he wasn’t misinformed. This is my project. The proposal was granted under scientific and not military funding, so the military arm of Starfleet has no right to any of this.”
He glances at his daughter and then his gaze slides right past her, the asshole. “Of course, all components and personnel are part of this transfer request, including the head of the project, Dr. Marcus.”
Kirk takes a deep breath and then nods stiffly. “I assume you have already transmitted the written orders to this installation?”
“I have not.” Marcus shakes his head.
Kirk blinks, and then prompts, “...But they’ll be coming shortly.”
The Admiral repeats himself patiently. “They will not.”
“I am requesting written confirmation of your orders.” He’s definitely starting to get a little annoyed, though he’s keeping a tight lid on it.
“Request denied. I don’t think you’re aware of the position we’re in, son. I am acting in my capacity as head of Section 31. Giving you written orders would be against every known protocol.” He’s still trying to sound reasonable and still refusing to even look at his daughter, talk to her, or really acknowledge her in any way.
“It’ll take some time to pack all the equipment up.” Stalling again.
“I am aware. I will be arriving at Regula I in just over three hours. I believe that will be sufficient time, Captain.” And then he finally looks at his daughter. “It’ll be good to see you again, Carol.”
He is about to sign off, by the looks of it, when Ambassador Sarek strides through. The scientists just part for him, like the Red Sea, which is probably good so he doesn’t have to do anything undignified like push others out of the way. Several of the others spontaneously remember to breathe like he’s some kind of savior. “And what of the needs of Vulcan?”
“Ah, Ambassador, I’m very sorry. Something came up. You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, but I’m told there’s a phrase you’ll understand—the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.” Rather than listen to any further objections, he just ends the call.
“You can’t let him just take Genesis,” Dr. Marcus insists, sounding not a little betrayed—and for good reason, given what her father just demanded. But what else can they do?
Kirk, though, is shaking his head, like he’s convinced there’s another way. Maybe that’s just how he exists. “I’m not planning on it. I didn’t actually agree to anything, and I’m pretty sure at minimum, seizure of property is one of those legal things we could nail him on. If we run out of ideas, we just move it to the Ambassador’s quarters.”
McCoy has seen that same exact eyebrow raise on Spock, he’s fairly certain. Both of them.
“Well, you’ve got diplomatic immunity. That’ll at least take him some time to weasel his way around,” Kirk answers the unspoken question. “If all else fails, we raise a huge diplomatic stink. He started it first.”
“Indeed,” the Ambassador agrees.
“Well, we’ve got work to do. Come on, people.” Kirk claps his hands.
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU (New Genesis)
Summary: Admiral Marcus makes his move.
Word Count: 1105
Rating: Teen
It is slightly less sweet when Kirk is staring at the profiles again first thing in the morning. At least he’s trying to be considerate about where he points that light, so as to let Leonard sleep in just a little. “So, who’s your money on?” The sideways glance, he’s guessing, is probably because he’s taking this so well, following the outburst last night. “Well, if I’m going to be stuck in the pages of a thriller, I might as well try to keep up.”
“Everyone else doesn’t seem to like Harrison much. Not that he’s mean or anything. He’s just new. Perfectly polite, maybe even a little bit charismatic, really intelligent and likes helping everybody out, but he hasn’t had time to mesh with the rest of them yet. He’s worked with Nowak before, so they get along decently well, but I wouldn’t call them close. None of which, of course, means anything, and if this were a book I’d be calling him a red herring, but something about his name and face...I don’t know, it’s ringing some sort of bell but I can’t place it.” He isn’t really given time to elaborate further, though, because there’s an urgent hammering on the door and then Dr. Marcus herself bursts in.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Jim. My father’s demanding to speak with you.” The quickly concealed alarm and swallow suggest that the Admiral is somehow involved in all this cloak and dagger nonsense, but Kirk just nods.
“Tell him I’m on my way.” He might be used to being woken up at odd hours—which is likely, on a starship—or he simply has the superhuman ability to ignore the need to yawn. The wry smile on the man’s face doesn’t quite reach his eyes when he turns back to McCoy, though. “The busy life of a starship Captain. Everybody wants a piece of me.”
“I sure hope none of the admirals want you in your pajamas,” McCoy retorts, and that laugh is certainly genuine.
Leonard had been a little less certain about going himself, listening in on what might be a call whose contents were meant to be kept secret for some godforsaken reason, but on arrival is a little less worried on account of the fact that the rest of the scientists have practically packed themselves into the corridor outside to listen in. It’s not out of the question that the attempt to arrest them all would happen anyway, but it’d certainly make it more of a pain in the ass. They’re all murmuring among themselves, nervous. They know something’s going on, too, just not what.
“Captain James Kirk. You are hereby ordered to turn the Genesis Device over to me,” Admiral Marcus thunders, and Kirk falters, confused, just for a second. The corridor goes silent, and several of the scientists seem to have frozen entirely. McCoy keeps several of them in his peripheral vision, monitoring whether they haven’t plumb forgotten how to breathe like the geniuses they were—sure, this sounds bad, but every situation can easily be made worse by passing out or hitting your head and then having to deal with the same situation on top.
“Admiral Marcus, sir, I was under the impression that this is a civilian project…” Kirk begins, and it doesn’t take long acquaintance to guess that the man’s stalling.
“You were misinformed,” the Admiral replies firmly.
It’s clear Dr. Marcus has had enough of sitting on the sidelines, because she interrupts. “Actually, he wasn’t misinformed. This is my project. The proposal was granted under scientific and not military funding, so the military arm of Starfleet has no right to any of this.”
He glances at his daughter and then his gaze slides right past her, the asshole. “Of course, all components and personnel are part of this transfer request, including the head of the project, Dr. Marcus.”
Kirk takes a deep breath and then nods stiffly. “I assume you have already transmitted the written orders to this installation?”
“I have not.” Marcus shakes his head.
Kirk blinks, and then prompts, “...But they’ll be coming shortly.”
The Admiral repeats himself patiently. “They will not.”
“I am requesting written confirmation of your orders.” He’s definitely starting to get a little annoyed, though he’s keeping a tight lid on it.
“Request denied. I don’t think you’re aware of the position we’re in, son. I am acting in my capacity as head of Section 31. Giving you written orders would be against every known protocol.” He’s still trying to sound reasonable and still refusing to even look at his daughter, talk to her, or really acknowledge her in any way.
“It’ll take some time to pack all the equipment up.” Stalling again.
“I am aware. I will be arriving at Regula I in just over three hours. I believe that will be sufficient time, Captain.” And then he finally looks at his daughter. “It’ll be good to see you again, Carol.”
He is about to sign off, by the looks of it, when Ambassador Sarek strides through. The scientists just part for him, like the Red Sea, which is probably good so he doesn’t have to do anything undignified like push others out of the way. Several of the others spontaneously remember to breathe like he’s some kind of savior. “And what of the needs of Vulcan?”
“Ah, Ambassador, I’m very sorry. Something came up. You’ll have to wait a little longer, I’m afraid, but I’m told there’s a phrase you’ll understand—the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.” Rather than listen to any further objections, he just ends the call.
“You can’t let him just take Genesis,” Dr. Marcus insists, sounding not a little betrayed—and for good reason, given what her father just demanded. But what else can they do?
Kirk, though, is shaking his head, like he’s convinced there’s another way. Maybe that’s just how he exists. “I’m not planning on it. I didn’t actually agree to anything, and I’m pretty sure at minimum, seizure of property is one of those legal things we could nail him on. If we run out of ideas, we just move it to the Ambassador’s quarters.”
McCoy has seen that same exact eyebrow raise on Spock, he’s fairly certain. Both of them.
“Well, you’ve got diplomatic immunity. That’ll at least take him some time to weasel his way around,” Kirk answers the unspoken question. “If all else fails, we raise a huge diplomatic stink. He started it first.”
“Indeed,” the Ambassador agrees.
“Well, we’ve got work to do. Come on, people.” Kirk claps his hands.
