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Xenolinguistics
Nyota Uhura briefly entertained the very appealing idea of knocking the annoying cadet, currently slouched against a desk in front of her, right on to his pompous ass. While the action would most likely provide immediate satisfaction, in the long run she doubted it would do any good. And it was the long run she was ultimately concerned with.
"Even if the other officers of this club agreed to this idiocy, which they won't, how do you plan to get the approval of the Academy?"
Her eyebrow rose of its own accord as she crossed her arms.
Cadet Kirk's smirk grew even more obnoxious. She hadn't been sure that was possible.
"Simple; I plan to express our desire to further the Federation's policy of peaceful dealings with societies that conduct business within Federation Space. That sounds sufficiently official, doesn't it?"
She stared.
"By sending a group of cadets on a vacation to a planet known for their suspect dealings?"
"Not cadets, Uhura. We would go as ambassadors working to further 'the cause'. And if said ambassadors happened upon a bar or two whilst on planet…" he shrugged.
"Or a slave market or two." She hissed. "I hope you don't think I'm oblivious to what you're really after. What other reason would the cadet most notorious on campus for failing to keep it in his pants want to visit Orion?"
The smirk faltered slightly.
"You know, I don't think that deserves the emphasis you're giving it." He replied blandly. His own arms crossed at the accusation and he glanced at the windows and then back at her. The smirk had softened somewhat.
"Look, all I'm saying is that this here linguistics club is supposed to help us improve our skills, right? So why not visit a planet where we can get practice? Future generations will need to be fluent in Orion Prime if we hope to ever truly bring the society into the Federation. Surely the Academy can see the wisdom in that."
Unbelievable. She was going need a shovel to find her way out of that load of crap.
"Surely you can see the wisdom of Starfleet denying the request of an academic club to visit a restricted society on a diplomatic mission which is in fact, acting as a very shoddy front for a hedonistic vacation. A diplomatic mission, I might add, that none of us are qualified for."
This last echoed through the otherwise empty language lab.
Some of what she said seemed to have sunk into Kirk's thick skull. The smile was gone, but it was replaced with a look of thoughtfulness and not the resign she had expected.
"You know what? I do believe you're right. More research is definitely needed."
Kirk circled her and headed for the door.
"Your roommate is from Orion, isn't she?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Why?" She suddenly had a sinking feeling as she tracked his progress to the door.
"What was her name again…Gabby, Grace, Gina?" He turned to question, now moving backwards towards the hall.
"Gaila." She corrected automatically. Crap.
"Gaila. That's right. I should go ask her about the proper customs for diplomatic envoys to the planet. You know, get the information right from the source as it were."
Another smirk, and then Kirk spun shortly on his heel and stepped into the hallway and out of sight.
Nyota ran for the doorway, high ponytail bouncing behind her.
"Kirk, don't you dare. Kirk!"
She slid into an already empty hallway. Spun around and sprinted down to the next corridor. A couple of cadets huddling near the exit looked up startled as she bolted around the corner.
Kirk was already gone.
"Well…shit."
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AN: Thanks to everyone who alerted/made a favorite/reviewed my other stories. I wasn't sure about posting them, but it's nice to see that some people actually liked them. :o)
Also, thanks to my womb buddy for checking this over.
