Title: Forgiven
Author: Keridwen
Disclaimer: Aah that feels better. Back into the old groove of things.
Star Trek belongs to Paramount, although I give them no creative credit for
this lil ol fic. ( That goes to MJF and Keridwen)
P.S. Plato was a smart guy who was really smart but now he's dead. Play-
dough is stuff that was once good to eat. Pluto is a planet and cartoon
dog. Don't get them confused
Chapter Ten: Thoughts Not My Own
Now Kirk stood in full costume in the center of Le' Gins main market place. The debris from the blast had been cleared away along time ago, but the black scorch marks still marred the great front steps.
Kirk was having a difficult time remembering who he was. On the surface of his mind swam thoughts about today's potential trade at the market. On the surface he was a simple Nilian farmer, worried about the pressures of trading for profit on a suffering market economy.
Deeper down, near the core of his identity was James Kirk, the Starship Captain. Most of the knowledge of that identity was gone for the moment, hidden away from the prying thoughts of the Nilians.
Only one thing was important to the subconscious identity known as James Kirk.
(I must follow Spock. Through the Town.)
From outside his mind came parts of conversations from around him.
"Five yards of the finest Tinisi cloth, yours for one durmak!"
He passed yards of various products being sold.
(I must follow Spock, he knows the way.)
"Off world good's, get em here first"
"Sir, what are you asking for the white one?"
"Keep your living space clean with the M1 household cleaning module."
(Follow Spock, he knows the way, he'll get me to the base.)
"Try this, the Terran's call it coffee. Remarkable stuff!"
"I saw you take my hat, now give it back!"
"Aw, You only wear this silly thing because that girl thought it made you look handsome."
"Do not."
"Do too."
(Follow Spock, outside of the city, I'll get my answers.)
"Can you get me off planet, I have had it up to here with these political fights."
"Yeah, and I know a great race who would love to adopt you, their called Klingons."
Verrrry Funny!"
(Follow Spock, I'll get my answers. I'll know why .)
"All the Bones!"
Kirk stopped short, almost giving himself away. A peculiar conversation he was catching from behind a transparent information screen was breaking through the wall of mind defenses Spock had so carefully set in place. In a few more minutes he would be exposed, but he could not tear his concentration away from the conversation.
Spock pulled him to the side and crouched down behind a slider bearing a rack of fresh goods. He placed his had on the side of Kirks face, and the defenses were altered so Kirk could hear the conversation with out giving himself away. A small signal from Spock's mind came floating through Kirk's consciousness.
(You are a most determined person.)
They both began to listen.
"You are a sick S.O.B, you know that. I can't believe you broke all the bones in his hands."
"Hey I take my job seriously."
"And he still didn't tell you where the Federation Outpost is?"
Spock raised an eyebrow, so much for keeping the information about the base from the Nilians.
"No, I think he may not know, I mean this batch of Federation people just arrived three days ago."
"Right, and I am the Almighty Sun god! He knows all right, he's a Commander on a Federation Starship. You don't get to that rank without being privy to some private information."
"Yeah, but don't forget he is also a physician. Do you tell your physician top military secrets? No, I didn't think so."
A wave of anger so uncontrollable washed over Kirk it completely broke Spock's hold over his mind.
"Hey, Shouted the first voice, "Did you hear/sense that?"
"Yeah, over there!"
Mercifully a hand came down on the junction between his shoulder and neck and he thought no more.
HeHeHeHeEh H ack Hack Cough Sputter! OOOOOOOOOOK that was fun, Now we have one pissed off Captain of the Enterprise in the picture. Thank god Spock is a quick thinker, eh. I keep wondering, however, what Cid from FFX would do to these guys? Probably find an airship with a lot of machina and missiles, and well you know. HeHeHe.
Chapter Ten: Thoughts Not My Own
Now Kirk stood in full costume in the center of Le' Gins main market place. The debris from the blast had been cleared away along time ago, but the black scorch marks still marred the great front steps.
Kirk was having a difficult time remembering who he was. On the surface of his mind swam thoughts about today's potential trade at the market. On the surface he was a simple Nilian farmer, worried about the pressures of trading for profit on a suffering market economy.
Deeper down, near the core of his identity was James Kirk, the Starship Captain. Most of the knowledge of that identity was gone for the moment, hidden away from the prying thoughts of the Nilians.
Only one thing was important to the subconscious identity known as James Kirk.
(I must follow Spock. Through the Town.)
From outside his mind came parts of conversations from around him.
"Five yards of the finest Tinisi cloth, yours for one durmak!"
He passed yards of various products being sold.
(I must follow Spock, he knows the way.)
"Off world good's, get em here first"
"Sir, what are you asking for the white one?"
"Keep your living space clean with the M1 household cleaning module."
(Follow Spock, he knows the way, he'll get me to the base.)
"Try this, the Terran's call it coffee. Remarkable stuff!"
"I saw you take my hat, now give it back!"
"Aw, You only wear this silly thing because that girl thought it made you look handsome."
"Do not."
"Do too."
(Follow Spock, outside of the city, I'll get my answers.)
"Can you get me off planet, I have had it up to here with these political fights."
"Yeah, and I know a great race who would love to adopt you, their called Klingons."
Verrrry Funny!"
(Follow Spock, I'll get my answers. I'll know why .)
"All the Bones!"
Kirk stopped short, almost giving himself away. A peculiar conversation he was catching from behind a transparent information screen was breaking through the wall of mind defenses Spock had so carefully set in place. In a few more minutes he would be exposed, but he could not tear his concentration away from the conversation.
Spock pulled him to the side and crouched down behind a slider bearing a rack of fresh goods. He placed his had on the side of Kirks face, and the defenses were altered so Kirk could hear the conversation with out giving himself away. A small signal from Spock's mind came floating through Kirk's consciousness.
(You are a most determined person.)
They both began to listen.
"You are a sick S.O.B, you know that. I can't believe you broke all the bones in his hands."
"Hey I take my job seriously."
"And he still didn't tell you where the Federation Outpost is?"
Spock raised an eyebrow, so much for keeping the information about the base from the Nilians.
"No, I think he may not know, I mean this batch of Federation people just arrived three days ago."
"Right, and I am the Almighty Sun god! He knows all right, he's a Commander on a Federation Starship. You don't get to that rank without being privy to some private information."
"Yeah, but don't forget he is also a physician. Do you tell your physician top military secrets? No, I didn't think so."
A wave of anger so uncontrollable washed over Kirk it completely broke Spock's hold over his mind.
"Hey, Shouted the first voice, "Did you hear/sense that?"
"Yeah, over there!"
Mercifully a hand came down on the junction between his shoulder and neck and he thought no more.
HeHeHeHeEh H ack Hack Cough Sputter! OOOOOOOOOOK that was fun, Now we have one pissed off Captain of the Enterprise in the picture. Thank god Spock is a quick thinker, eh. I keep wondering, however, what Cid from FFX would do to these guys? Probably find an airship with a lot of machina and missiles, and well you know. HeHeHe.