spock: logic is sexy

Meme answers

From this most important things to know about your characters meme. I am still taking requests at the post linked in the preceding sentence - this was actually an excellent and thought-provoking exercise.

possibly_thrice, I'm sorry I haven't figured out if Chris Pike cares what people think about him yet. It's a compelling but challenging question. secretsolitaire, I'm still working on your response too!

Most of these answers came out in the form of small ficlets.


What are your religious views?
Jim Kirk thinks religion is crap. When he was little, Granny Kirk had always told him that his father could see him in heaven, maybe even come down from the sky and hover invisibly at important moments. His mother had always remained silent during these exchanges, which only confirmed his belief that his father was nothing more than a bunch of exploded atoms hovering around in space somewhere. He'd never seen his father, not even as a baby -- how was he supposed to believe in some mystical presence somewhere, even in an imaginary world? His father was an absence, something he couldn't really even miss because he'd never really had it in the first place. Of course, as a child, he never could articulate any of those things; he just remembers feeling determined disbelief and learning early on that adults lie to make children feel better. It was his very first lesson in not trusting people. When he was a teenager, he could put those thoughts into words, with or without a tinge of anger. On bad days, he thought it was a trick to manipulate him; on charitable ones, he thought it was just a lie an old lady told herself to make her feel better about the death of her favorite son. Now though, when he looks out the view screen at nebulas and gas giants, he wonders vaguely who or what might have made it all. And although he won't admit it, sometimes when he is alone on the observation deck, he imagines his father becoming one with all those mysterious and beautiful things he spends his life exploring. It's not religion exactly, but it's as close as he'll ever come.


Are you more introverted or extroverted?
Sulu's never really bought into that Meyers-Briggs bullshit. People aren't quantifiable like that. You can't just divide them into two neat categories because you think that makes them easier to understand. Well, you can do it if you want to, but then you'll miss all the nuances that make people interesting.

And that's the thing -- people are fucking fascinating. What makes them individuals, all the tiny little influences that add up to make them tick, Sulu just wants to know. He's always the guy at the table asking kind of awkward questions with eager eyes, and somehow people don't get offended because they can see that he's not being nosy; he genuinely wants to understand what makes them who they are.

So, yeah, Sulu likes people. But he doesn't need people, at least not all the time. He's the only one who legitimately isn't freaked out when the exploratory party gets separated in the cave and the power cells in the flashlight go dead. He just parks himself on a rock and figures that somebody'll rescue him eventually, and he might as well have a good think before then. And on shore leave, sometimes he hits the bars with the captain, comes back singing off-key to drinking songs they'd learned from Scotty and swapping stories about chicks they'd chatted up the night before. But he's just as likely to go wandering strange cities on his own, sampling food from street carts and sitting serenely in front of mountains or oceans. That's the great thing about being secure in your individuality -- you can do whatever the hell you want, and nobody bothers you about it.

what do you keep in your pockets
Sulu hates civilian travel -- the endless lines at security checkpoints, the automated announcements, sitting on a spaceship he's not flying, second-guessing every one of the pilot's decisions. But apparently Starfleet regulations prohibit the theft of long-range shuttles for shore leave trips to Earth, so here he is, bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of the scanner. Obediently, he empties the contents of his pockets into a plastic bowl: music player and wireless headphones, a wadded gum wrapper, and a used kleenex that makes him blush and the security attendant wrinkle her nose. Last, he drops in the thin plastic keycard to his mother's house in San Francisco. He doesn't need it; she'll always be there to let him in, but he likes to carry something that reminds him where home is.

Number One

Who would you turn to if you desperately needed help?

Who are/were your parents
She doesn't know. For as long as she can remember, she's been property of the colony. Not a slave exactly, but far from free to decide who she is and what she wants to be. Even her name offers no clue about her origins. "One," the minders call her, and they do not answer when she asks who is two. "Where are my parents?" she asks, over and over again, not because she is sad but because she wants to know. "You have always been here," they say to her, and then they turn away.
(This one turned into a full-size fic on me.)

What's the most frightened you have ever been in your life?
She is on the bridge when she hears the first report, a Starfleet press release whose headline reads, "U.S.S. Enterprise, flagship of the fleet, dispatched on emergency rescue mission to Vulcan." She tucks the small fact away in the back of her mind because she likes knowing where Chris is, and then she doesn't think of it again.

The next report is not from Starfleet command but from the media. The crew are packed around the mess hall news screen, and some of them flinch when they see her. Wordlessly, she stands behind them.

"James T. Kirk, acting captain of the Enterprise, saved the Earth today from a rogue mining vessel," the blond news anchor reads in a smooth voice. The report continued with a profile of Kirk, leaving her to clench her hands around the cool metal back of the chair in front of her. She watches, pale-faced and riveted, until Phil and Cait gently lead her away. The news reporter never says what happened to Chris.

I adore the very last one of No1 because whoa, that must be painful to get only half the news and not the information you really need :(
Thank you! I have been thinking about that moment for Number One for a long time -- how she found out what happened, whether what happened to Pike would have been known or publicized after the battle. Sometime I would really like to write a longer story about her slowly getting pieces -- hearing about how many ships were destroyed at the battle of Vulcan, knowing that the Enterprise has a an acting captain, wonder what's happened to Pike the whole time.