A/N: Hi guys! Yes, I know, it has taken forever for me to update the collection, sorry about that. I had to finish my Kung Fu Panda story!
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The Reason Why
When people ask me who inspired me to join StarFleet, I always tell the reporters and the young cadets that it was Captain Christopher Pike that encouraged me to enlist in StarFleet.
But that's a lie.
Well, not really; it's partly true. Admiral Pike did somewhat convince me of joining. But the truth is, I actually wasn't going to do it.
Pike lifted my spirits up when he was talking about my father.
My father, George Kirk, served as a lieutenant on the USS Kelvin for many years. He was captain on the USS Kelvin for twelve minutes, but he died on that ship in a matter of seconds.
The USS Kelvin was being attacked by a Romulan ship and my father managed to save over eight hundred lives, including Winona, my mother. But he couldn't save himself…..
I never knew my father….pretty sad, isn't it.
Christopher Pike dared me to perform better than my father. He wanted me to be captain of a Starship within eight years. He asked me if I wanted to live an ordinary life, or go boldly where no man has gone before.
Sure, his words were inspiring and it was good to have some company after being in that huge bar fight, but I wasn't planning on following through.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you all are thinking; I drove my motorcycle and gazed dreamily at the StarFleet headquarters and all that junk, but was I seriously going to spend the rest of my life and my time in a classroom learning how to command some ship? No, I had better things to do, more sights to see, more activities to do, and more girls to meet.
But my thoughts on StarFleet changed literally overnight. In order for you to know the real reason why I joined StarFleet, I better start from the beginning. . .
You see, I had made my way to the drop-off bay in Riverside, Iowa the evening before the shuttles took off. I decided that I wasn't going to actually get on that shuttle the next day. So instead of preparing for a trip to get to a space camp, I went out and partied till midnight.
I got to the hotel I was staying in and collapsed in a heap. Then I tell you, the strangest thing in the world happened. I think I started to hallucinate, or dream, or something, because whatever happened to me was absolutely weird.
I think I saw a ghost.
The room was quiet and dark, like a cellar. Then, without any notice the room somehow starting swirling around me, making me dizzy. I had no idea where I was or what my surroundings were.
Then it all seemed to stop, and everything was calm and clear. I felt peaceful.
The angelic figure had approached me silently and I turned around from my bed hastily when I had heard soft footsteps. There, standing five feet away from me was a man.
Actually, he looked a lot like me. He had blond hair that was slicked back neatly, stunning blue eyes, and a very similar appearance to my grandfather that went by the name of Tiberius Kirk. He was wearing a somewhat old and retired blue StarFleet uniform.
Who is this guy, I thought silently.
The figure smiled at me as if remembering something. "Don't you recognize me, son?"
I gasped as I heard the words come out of the other man's mouth. "Did you just read my thoughts?" I asked.
The man nodded back. "As a matter of fact, yes, I did just read your mind, James."
My own blue eyes widened and I paid no attention to the fact that the man had just stated that he read my mind. There was another matter at hand. "How do you know my name?" I demanded.
He scoffed and shook his head in a playful manner. "I am surprised that you don't know who I am."
I shivered. "Are you some kind of nut-job who can read minds?"
"No, James." The blond haired man replied. "I am your father."
I frowned and sought to keep pretending to joke around. "Are you playing a Star Wars pranks on me?" I had decided that this man was very strange. How did he get in my room?
"No," he replied vaguely. "I am from you past, and I am forever sealed in your mind and your thoughts."
"You're a ghost." I said tersely.
"No," my 'father' said as he took seven steps forward. "I am your being, your conscience."
"Why are you here then, and how do I know that you're really my father?"
The man sighed. "You still don't believe me."
"You thought that if you just said 'I'm your father.' that I would believe you?" I chuckled.
The man grunted. "I guess I should have thought my strategy over again."
"You think?"
George Kirk clasped his hands together in the very same way that I did. "In your question to why I am I here, I came to tell you that you are making a mistake."
I propped myself up onto my elbows on the patterned, brown comforter. "How so?"
"I came to tell you that you must enlist in StarFleet." George began.
"Or else what?" I scoffed. "Is the whole world going to end?" I said sarcastically. No way was I going to enlist in that space school.
The older man swallowed. "Yes, it will indeed."
I froze. "Are you serious?"
George stiffened and he straightened his StarFleet badge. "Forgive me; I am not supposed to reveal any information that will change your destiny."
I gestured with my hands. "Uh, I think you kinda just did. What exactly is my destiny?"
"I cannot even tell you that." He whispered somewhat to himself, as if scolding his actions. "All I can say is that you must enlist in StarFleet."
"Or else something bad might happen, right?"
"Yes." His eyes seemed to wander off someplace far away in his mind.
I sat up and eyed the man wearily. "You're my father?"
He came back to the present and nodded seriously. "I am. And I am here for you always."
"Always?" I felt my throat tighten as I uttered the words.
"Yes." He approached me and touched my chest. Surprisingly, his finger went through my body and I felt a shiver go down my spine as I felt the contact between me and my ghost father. "I will always be inside you, in your heart, mind, and spirit." He spoke tenderly, just like a father would.
There was a bittersweet silence for quite a few moments; it seemed like forever.
I couldn't help but notice the blond haired man's facial expression. "Do you know how long I've been trying to make contact with you?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"It has been years, son, years." I swore that I could feel his emotions of pain through me. "I am so grateful that I could finally break through to you."
I smiled slightly. "I am too."
George Kirk winced. "It is time for me to leave. I only had enough energy to tell you the message. Believe me, I would do anything to be able to stay longer."
I furrowed my eyebrows together. I had just finally accepted that this guy was my father, and now he had to leave? I found it hard to swallow. "Will I ever see you again?"
He smiled ghostly. "Within time son, I have to gain more knowledge on how to contact you. But ask to see me and you shall receive." He turned to leave.
I felt my heart pounding. "Are you proud of me?" I blurted out, surprised at my desperate question.
He stopped and turned around with a warm expression. "Always. Don't forget, enlist in StarFleet; the future depends on you."
Then he was gone and my surroundings continued to once more move hastily around me. I could hear his last words echoing through my soul, body, and mind.
"Always. Don't forget, enlist in StarFleet; the future depends on you."
Suddenly, everything went black and I woke up with a jolt at the sound of his voice. "James, it's time to get up."
I bolted myself out of my bed, straightened myself up, and ran out the door to the takeoff at the drop-off bay.
There I told Captain Christopher Pike that I was going to become an officer in not four years, but three. When I left on that little shuttle, I took my first step of becoming the youngest Star Fleet Captain. Little did I know that this would all happen that I would become a hero.
All this fame and success goes to two people:
The first is Admiral Pike, who encouraged me to dare to do better.
The second goes to the man who whispers to me when I am in dire need of help . . . my father.
Who knows, maybe I should tell everyone the real reason why I joined StarFleet. I should explain why I changed my mind and why I chose to persevere and go boldly where no man has gone before.
But who would believe me?
The End
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