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Scene Six: How Pike found out about Jim at the bar.
As Pike left the bar, he just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something familiar about the kid. It was like he'd seen him somewhere before, but Pike was sure they'd never met. Then a name suddenly popped into his head.
George Kirk.
Pike stopped walking.
The kid had looked just like George Kirk.
But that couldn't be George's son, right? Pike moved to carry on walking, but he couldn't make himself walk away. He couldn't leave until he was certain. How could he let such a golden opportunity pass him by? If that beaten and bloody young man, really was the son of George Kirk, then Pike had to at least talk to the guy… Maybe even get him to enlist.
Starfleet could use more people like George Kirk.
And if that kid was George's son and if he was anything like his father, than Starfleet could really use him… Needed him in fact. Since George's death, Starfleet had been lacking something, something important.
Everything was too calculated.
… Too by the book.
Captain's had become to hesitant to act until they knew all the fact. And it was costing lives, if Pike was being brutally honest with himself. Pike turned round and walked back into the bar. He quickly waved down the bartender.
"What can I get you, sir?" They asked.
"That young man," Pike nodded to Kirk, who'd moved to a booth and was attempting to stop his nose from bleeding in his drunken state. "Who is he?"
"That's Jim Kirk," The bar tender informed him. "Poor kid."
"Poor kid?" Pike questioned.
"It's not my place to say, sir," The bartender answered. "But that kid' shad one hell of a bad life."
Pike nodded, "Thanks."
"No problem, sir," The bartender replied.
Pike quickly left and walked back to where he was staying, with only one thing on his mind.
As soon as he got his hands on his PADD, he was going to pull up Jim Kirk's file.
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