Remarkable crew on board of the remarkable ship.
Sorry in advance for mistakes, English isn't my native language.
Oh, and I don't own anything about this franchise, of course)- - - - - - - - - - -
Night shift was in full swing. Two senior positions aboard on duty today. Captain and his first-officer were talking on the bridge.
- What do you think about our crew? - James asked stretching in the chair.
- Remarkable crew on board of the remarkable ship, - Spock answered with no doubts.
- Any further?
Vulcan pursed his lips.
- You are not so talkative, aren't you? - Kirk pushed a bit with grin.
- I've already answered your question, captain. But I'll expose my opinion for you if you insist.
- I am.
- Why I'm not surprised? - Spock replayed, - Mr. Chekov's inquiring mind quite inspiring. He'll made captain one day, I assure you.
- Only after my retirement, - a slight chuckle, - But you're right. He is smart guy. Scotty?
- Marvelous mechanic. Treasure. Successful one.
- What do you mean?
- All what I mean it's a great success that you with your manner managed to get one of that kind. Under normal conditions the probability of that should tend to zero, - Commander said it with hints of chaff in his voice despite his stern face.
- What? My manners not so bad and you know that. I've saved your life, remember? - James sneered.
- You were overreacted almost a week after my report. How can I not to?
Kirk wanted to say something else but considering his Vulcan-friend's nature contented himself by rolling eyes.
- All right. Move on. McCoy?
- High-class professional, - a man nodded, - And a very patient man, should I say, - Commander alluded on irritating character of Kirk again.
- I'll pass it to "Bones". Sulu?
- Good officer. Talented one, - that was a brief answer.
- And what do you, my dearest Commander, think about our second blonde-science officer Dr. Carol Marcus? - Kirk grinned as contented cat.
- She is a woman.
- And so? You assumed I haven't noticed that? - captain asked meaningfully.
- Exactly my point. In your case it's fraught with problems, - that was wisely answer.
- Speaking of women… - James changed subject, - Lieutenant Uhura. Is it "fraught with problems" in yours case? – Kirk tonally highlighted the word "yours" during paraphrase his friend's sentence with deliberate formality.
- You kidding me, right? – Spock raised an eyebrow and give a sidelong glance to his companion. It might be quite possible to consider that gesture like a manifestation of irony.
- Right you are, - captain laughed, - Relax.
- Don't even strained, - Spock said it without ruffle, however, relieved this part of conversation did not go any further, - Are you pleased now?
- No. What do you think about me? - James rubbed his hands together in expectation.
- You don't want to know.
Spock's face was unreadable. Commander looked straight at his opponent. It took a few seconds to replace a mute incomprehension on Kirk's face with a smile.
- You're kidding me, right?
- Right you are.