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Kirkian Legacy
As he shook Lieutenant Kirk's hand, Picard realized he was close enough to catch the faint but pleasant fragrance of her hair. He had noticed as he made his rounds that the lieutenant had been quite popular among the young men of his crew and now up close, he understood why; the lieutenant was a breathtaking beauty and 'compelling' was the only word that came to mind to describe her effect.
Standing before him was a young woman, tall and lithe, with luxurious silky blonde hair, and blue eyes that brought to memory the sky over his family's vineyard. He could not resist taking a moment to scan the full length of the young women, from the curves of her soft and well-rounded bosom and hips to the length of her strong legs. Quickly catching himself, Picard returned his gaze to her face. There was a twinkle in her eyes that told him that she had noticed his slight detour. Embarrassed, Picard quickly turned the subject to the business at hand.
"In reviewing your transfer records, I noticed that you have already completed the requirements for promotion to lieutenant, do you plan on pursuing promotion during your probation period or will you wait until your final posting is decided?"
As he spoke, Picard noted the confident stance of the Lieutenant, as well as the way she sized him up. He would have to be careful that he discouraged any inappropriate fascinations – many a young woman had fancied herself 'intrigued' and attempted to initiate relations with him. Picard 's reputation and appearances were things that he took very seriously, he never allowed himself to compromised by the overtures of one of his crew. A man of his position has many responsibilities.
"My application was submitted to Commander Riker before I came on board, I anticipate that you will be seeing it soon." Lieutenant Kirk, countered with her own inquiry, "Captain, I have a question, how did I end up on the first shift bridge crew roster? Not that I'm not grateful, but I'm sure there should be quite a long line of hopefuls before me."
"Very direct aren't you Lieutenant?" the Captain responded.
"May I speak frankly, Captain?"
Intrigued, Picard replied, "By all means."
"Since leaving my mother's world, I have had to accept several facts: one – some people will question and doubt my relationship to my father, two – some people will assume that I receive undo favor because of I am a Kirk, and three – some people may grant me unearned favor because I am Kirk. I like to identify these people right away and then set the record straight that: Yes, I am Kirk's daughter, and I do not expect nor will I accept favors based on my family name – I am my own person, this is my life and career and I will build it myself. So, if being given the prime spot on your bridge crew is some effort at 'kindness', I'll save us both time right now and request that my permanent placement be in engineering."
Picard stared at the lieutenant taking a moment to really see the complete entity she was. He liked her fire and determination already, his original assessment was correct, she would be an interesting addition to his crew. He also noticed that she referred to her father as only Kirk, a coolly and detached statement of a fact. Then he calmly responded, "Quite simply you have arrived at an opportune time, as our former first shift pilot is currently taking a maternity leave. Actually your performance will be compared to two other candidates during your probation period."
Upon hearing the Captain's response, Lieutenant Kirk visibly relaxed. Picard continued, "Very impressive, especially in a new crewman...most would be too intimidated make such direct inquiries and statement to me within the first three minutes of meeting me."
Lieutenant Kirk's eyes grew wide and round, "Oh sir, I apologize...I didn't mean to..."
Doctor Crusher walked up at that moment and joined the captain and lieutenant, asking, "Is everything alright here?"
Lieutenant Kirk continued her fevered apology, "I am so sorry, I really didn't mean to... I just put my foot in my big mouth..."
In an act of kindness, Picard decided to throw the young lieutenant a life preserver, "Don't worry about it Lieutenant, the ability to deftly express one's self is a trait I value in my officers." Then he turned to the doctor and asked, "Are you ready?" At the doctor's nod, the captain excused himself and the doctor and they retired to a table.
As they walked away, Lieutenant Kirk mentally chided herself for being too outspoken. Even as her thoughts were in turmoil, she noticed the way Picard moved, his walk was sure and catlike, his silhouette revealing well-shaped shoulders that tapered nicely into what she could only describe as an excellent ass. Yes, her captain had a great ass.
As the event ended, Lieutenant Kirk took a moment to grab something to eat before returning 'home'. As she sat at the bar in Ten Forward, she thought about the events of the day and wondered what to expect in the days to come. In less than twenty-four hours, Shawnay had accomplished a number of firsts: she was posted to the Federation's flag ship, she was part of both the bridge crew and engineering crews first shift, and a man had caught her attention in a way no other man had, though many had tried – almost every male she encountered as a matter of fact.
The rich brogue of Captain Jean-Luc Picard's voice was the most captivating sound she had ever heard almost demonic in its pull. It was his voice alone that made her take a second look. Then a third and then a fourth. With each look her intrigue with and appreciation of what she saw deepened. The broad V-shape of his torso, tapering into a tight waist that met his fantastic derriere. Shawnay could not remember ever noticing much about the male form, it was mildly frustrating to be caught off by her sudden awareness of this one male, the captain of her new post.
This attraction was not good, as a romantic attachment to Captain Picard, or any captain, would absolutely ruin her and her career – too closely following in the disastrous footsteps of her mother.
Wasn't she the living embodiment of her mother's indiscretions with the most libidinous captain in Federation history? Hadn't she had to live through the snide remarks and endless stories of how her genius father knew only one true foil: women. Kirk was infamous for what was referred to as his 'secondary mission' to find and have a woman at every port.. As a captain, James T. Kirk had no equal, his leadership skills and proactive style opened new frontiers for the United Federation of Planets. History tended to overlook his indiscretions and cheerfully recorded his more valorous exploits, Shawnay had to live through his more damning ones – she was his most damning folly.
It had taken her a year to be accepted into Starfleet, even though her scores and application were exemplary, there was too much controversy over her parentage, no one believed she could really find a place in Starfleet. Many on the board of regents thought she was simply looking for a free ride on the Kirk name, not believing that she had any true value herself or a genuine desire to explore the galaxy.
One mistake in judgment or actions could undo all she had done to build a firm foundation of respect. So the pull she had felt shaking Picard's had could only be a cruel joke played by the universe.
Lieutenant Kirk sighed and rose from her seat at the bar and started for the door, it was time for some rest – both physically and mentally. As she exited Ten Forward, she found herself staring squarely into the chest of Commander Riker, as they collided with an 'oof'.
"Lieutenant, fancy meeting you again," Riker cheerfully greeted. "Leaving so soon?"
"Good evening Commander, yes it has been a long day and I was just about to turn in."
"What a shame," Riker intoned in his most charming demeanor, "I would have appreciated the opportunity to share a drink with you and talk for a while."
The flirtatious offer was subtle but clear, Lieutenant Kirk took a moment to make sure her body language in response to the offer belied nothing but fatigue – as she was not interested in angering or alienating her supervisor – only in discouraging him gently.
"Maybe another time? This day has been so stressful, I feel as if I am dead on my feet."
"Some other time then," Riker replied with a tone of genuine concern, Lieutenant Kirk was inwardly relieved that he had believed her so easily. With that, Commander Riker, ever the gentleman, stepped to the side and allowed Lieutenant Kirk to continue on her way.
Stardate 42557.7
Two weeks passed quickly for Lieutenant Kirk, she was able to find her niche easily switching between her duty stations. The first week, spending eight hours a day on the bridge hearing the Captain's heavenly voice was a distinct mix of pleasure and pain – but other than her duty shifts, she had no other interaction with the captain and was able to keep her feelings in check – she was hopeful they would pass in time. Off duty, her life was a little different, not having a replicator in her quarters meant she had to go to Ten Forward for all her meals – to all of the eager and available males (and a few females) it seemed as if she were making herself available for their advances.
There was no good response to the many offers of company, dinner, and holodeck adventures, simply because she was not interested in any of the requesters. Her best option was to eat alone and return to her quarters – very unappealing, considering her quarters. She had reached a stalemate with Counselor Troi and Ensign Victor Goslin.
Ensign Goslin was the administrator in charge of personnel quarters and followed Counselor Troi's suggestions to the letter. In fifteen days she had lodged more than ten requests for different quarters. Counselor Troi remained adamant that it was in everyone's best interest to have Lieutenant Kirk housed away from the general populace, until adequate control of her psi gifts could be verified. The problem with Counselor Troi's criteria for a move was that she was not able to find a way to adequately test Lieutenant Kirk's powers, as they exceeded the Federations knowledge base..
Lieutenant Kirk was becoming concerned that her entire three year posting would be spent in that cell and it was starting to make her cranky. Any days Ten Forward shut down before she was served, then she had to wait until the next meal. Always trying to eat a meal before the lounge closed added to the tension she felt from being constantly propositioned while there.
Today she was running a little behind leaving her post late because her replacement had a sick child and was late to the bridge. As she rushed to the turbo lift, her comm went off, "Captain Picard to Lieutenant Kirk."
"Go ahead, this is Lieutenant Kirk," she responded, her mind and actions still focused on getting to dinner timely.
"Lieutenant, please report to my ready room immediately."
"On my way sir." She responded as she accepted the fact she would have to wait for the lounge to open back up at breakfast. Then she turned on her heel and headed back to the bridge.
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