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Earth date – 26th August 2533, Federation President office, Paris, Earth
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday great leader! Happy birthday to you"
As one the Council bowed their head in supplication, to the great warrior leader, on this his 300th birthday. He reigned supreme over the Alpha, Beta, Gamma and even Delta quadrant for more than 150 years. The conquered races of the Klingon, Romulan, Breen and Tholian Empires also gave him tribute. Even the dreaded Borg had been destroyed courtesy of the genocidal virus his genius level mind had created. His only sad thought the death of his friends who never lived to see him so successful, so many gone on before him, if only they had followed in his steps, they too could have reigned supremely by his side. Well at least as deserving underlings. But they and even his wife had turned against him, sadly he had to kill them all for their misguided views. Anyway, having just one wife was boring, his concubines did the job, all fifty two of them, one for each Earth week. One day his sons and daughters would take his place.
As he stood a full head of white hair blowing in the breeze of the open stadium newly christened as the Tiberius Coliseum he had only thing to say to his people…..
"Wake up kid, time for some more hospital jello"
Kirk's eyes slowly opened from the afternoon nap that had turned into a few hours sleep.
McCoy stood over him checking his vitals. He looked around quickly in case they were overheard.
"Bones," he whispered, "You're sure that Khan blood has no side effects?"
Author's Notes
Chris Pine Birthday 26th August
