The bar was loud and busy, an unusual thing since it was located in the middle of Iowa where only farmers lived, yet in the middle of that quiet state is where the building of the greatest Starfleet ships were made. On few occasions many of its cadets would arrive to view the construction of the beautiful ships before heading back to the west coast to Starfleet headquarters. Marie was one of those young cadets; she had only been enlisted for less than a year and was already focused in zinolinguistics, the focus of alien languages.
Strutting through the bar Marie smiled at her friends and ignored any others who stared. She wore a red uniform like many others around her yet it accentuated the curves of her body not leaving much to the imagination. Although she preferred her hair down the dark curls were pulled up into a high ponytail showing off her soft features. It was not difficult to understand why many stared at her.
Marie walked over to the bar and leaned against it, a smile graced her lips as she caught the older bartender's attention. "Hey I need a whiskey twist, two pineapple shots, a polar cap and I'll take a bud light classic."
The bartender nodded and attended to her order, giving Marie time to look around the bar. She had seen a few of these people in her own classes but none of them caught her eye. Her gaze traveled over the others at the bar before locking onto a pair of spectacular blue eyes. The guy was around her age, short dirty blond hair, and definitely a local from his attire. Looking back to the bartender, Marie could still feel the guys gaze on her.
"I must say I do like a girl that can drink." Trying to ignore the smooth voice she concentrated on the menu in front of her."You know ignoring someone is really rude. Is it customary to be rude where you come from?"
Marie sighed before looking at the guy a seat away from her. "It's not rude if it's unwanted company."
"Ah she speaks. Names Jim T. Kirk, by the way," The man smiled lightly. He was clearly little drunk; Marie just nodded and turned away. "What no name? How am I supposed to buy you a drink if I don't know your name? Not unless you want me to make one up for you." The bartender placed all of Marie's drinks in front of her. "Barkeep I got those."
"No he doesn't. I can pay for my own drinks," Marie glanced over at the Kirk guy.
Smiling he slowly walked up to her, "Then how about a name, I mean I did ask nicely."
Marie gave him a good hard look before deciding what to say to him. "Walker."
Kirk frowned, "Walker? Now that's a weird first name."
"It's my last name," Marie said rolling her eyes.
"What no first name?"Marie gave him a look which Kirk held up his hands in surrender. "Walker it is then. So what are you focused in?" He motioned to her Starfleet uniform.
"Zinolinguistics, but you probably have no idea what that is," She gave him a cocky smile.
"The study of alien languages. Morphology, phonology and sintext. Means you have a talent of tongue." Kirk smirked at her; Marie smiling as she leaned closer.
"I admit I'm impressed. I just thought you were some dumb hick who likes banging his sister."
"Hey now, my sister would not appreciate that kind of talk." A laugh escaped her lips; lips Kirk was keeping his eyes on. "She's in Starfleet as well, so might have to watch your back."
Marie turned and took a sip of her drink, still laughing at Kirk.
"Hey this guy bothering you?" A large man in a red uniform walked up to them.
"Oh only a lot but nothing I can't handle." Her eyes shined a bit as she looked over Kirk.
"I'd like to see you handle me," He replied leaning closer.
"Watch what you're saying around a lady," The bulky man grabbed Kirk to get his attention.
"Calm down cupcake we are just having a chat," Kirk lightly patted the man's cheek.
"If you haven't noticed there are four of us and only one of you."
Kirks eyes glanced over the other men then back to 'Cupcake'. "Well why don't you get one more and this might actually be a fair fight."
Marie barely registered the large mans fist connecting with Kirks face. "What the hell guys? Calm down!"
Kirk fell against the bar then turned around tackling the big guy, "Here we go."
Jasmine stepped out of the cruiser and looked up at the bar she knew all too well. She had been raised in these parts and had plenty of memories with her brother and the place before her. Captain Christopher Pike stepped out of the same cruiser and coming up beside her.
"You sure this is where he is?" Jasmine smiled at the man, who was like an uncle to her. Pike had gone to Starfleet with their father and became one of his closest friends.
"Oh indeed Captain. It's a Saturday night, no better place to be than here." The man beside her laughed; they were about to go inside when another man walked up to discuss something with Pike. "Why don't you go find him and I'll be in momentarily." Jasmine nodded in agreement before walking inside the bar.
Once she stepped through the door she knew something was wrong. Some yelling and the sound of glass breaking brought her eyes to the fight that had broken out. "Every single time." Her eyes followed her brother as he was thrown into a beautiful dark skin girl, his hands landing on her breast. The girl quickly shoved him off throwing him back into the fight. Jasmine was going to just sit back a watch but when she noticed there were more men than necessary about to gang up on her brother she decided, what the hell? Pushing past a few people, she pulled one of the guys who were about to hit Kirk away. The guy looked at he, she smiled before slamming her fist in his face then kneeing him in the stomach. Glancing at her brother, Jim had somehow got pinned to a table with a large man punching him repeatedly.
Jasmine came up behind the guy and wrapped her arms around his throat trying to choke him out. A loud high pitch whistle suddenly echoed through the room causing everyone to stop.
Pike stood in the doorway staring at scene on front of him. "Everyone out."
Jasmine pushed the big guy away from her brother. "You whistle really loud," Jim said before looking up to his twin. "Hey sis, how's it hanging?" Jasmine rolled her eyes before pushing him off the table. A loud groan came from the floor as everyone left the room. Marie glanced at Jim then the girl before leaving with the rest of the cadets.
A few moments later Jasmine was sitting at a table, legs crossed casually, Pike sitting across from her and Kirk beside her with tissue up his nose. "When Jasmine said you were her brother I was quite surprised."
Jim rolled his eyes, "Why is that? Is it cause I'm prettier than her? We get that a lot. Can I get another one?" He waved an empty glass in the air signaling the bartender. Jasmine glared at him, flexing her hand, the urge to hit him growing.
"I didn't expect someone like you to be your father's son."
Jim gave Pike a look before looking at his sister, "Who is this guy?"
"He was on the Kelvin with our father, now will you shut up and listen to him," Jasmine snapped.
"I admired your dad, he didn't believe in no-win scenarios. Something I believe Starfleet is lacking."
"Yeah, look at where that got him. Why are you talking to me?" Jasmine was about to say something to Jim but Pike intervened.
"Besides what your sister has told me, I've read up on your files. You aptitude test was through the roof yet here you are wasting your talents in a place like this." Pike slowly stood up, "I think if you were half the man your father was you would be a great asset to Starfleet. Riverside shipyard tomorrow, a new recruit's transport will be waiting. I think you should be on it." Pike gave a final look at Jim before nodding to Jasmine and leaving the bar.
Grabbing the glass of beer in front of her brother Jasmine chug the rest of it down.
"Hey hey that was mine."
"Shut it. Why must you be such an ass?"
Jim rolled his eyes and took the tissue from his nose. "What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be off learning about space or something?"
Jasmine sighed, "Look, after your last call I wanted to come see you so I hitched a ride out here with the new recruits. I thought you'd be happy to see me."
"I don't need you to look after me if that's what this is all about." Jim stood up and started to walk away.
"Are you sure cause it seemed like I just saved your ass back there." Jim turned around ready to snap back at her but Jasmine already started up again. "Don't you understand that there is nothing for you here? I told Pike about you because I know of the potential you have." Jim looked away unable to face his sister. Jasmine walked up to him and gave him a hug; Jim wrapped his arms around his twin and sighed.
"I know you think I left to get away from you but sadly that's not the case." She pulled back smiling a little to him. "I wanted to be a part of something great. Something our father left a mark by sacrificing himself to save hundreds including ourselves." Jim nodded silently; Jasmine rubbed his arms before walking to the door. Pausing she turned to look back at him, "You would be great too Jim." He watched his sister walk away leaving her words coursing through his mind.
The shipyard was crowded, many new recruits like Marie scattered around in their red uniforms and others in their civilian clothing who are just signing up. Last night's events still ran through Marie's mind, especially that guy from the bar. It was wrong for those guys to have ganged up on him but he sure held his own. He was cute and she liked flirting with him but she'd probably never see him again. Slowly all the cadets started making their ways into the carriers that would bring them back to Starfleet headquarters. Marie followed a few of her friends into one and found a seat. Just as she finished buckling in, her eyes focused on the person walking in.
It was the girl from last night, the one that had helped what's his name in the fight. She looked similar to him, same eyes but her hair was auburn brown instead of his dirty blond.
The girl walked over to where Marie was sitting and sat across from her. Trying not to stare, Marie looked around casually glancing back at the girl. Then she noticed the girl was staring straight at her. "Hello."
"Hi," Marie swallowed.
The girl crossed her legs, she didn't have the formal red dress like Marie, instead she had a tunic that looked similar but she wore black leggings with it. "You were at the bar last night."
Marie nodded, "Yea a lot of us were."
"My brother grabbed your boobs."Heat spread up Marie's neck and to her face. "Only he would get into a brawl and still be able to cop a feel."
Both of the girls laughed calming the awkward meeting. "Names Jasmine T. Kirk," Jasmine smiled holding out her hand.
"Marie Walker." Marie shook the girl's hand.
"Well, look here, already getting acquainted." Jasmine looked to the voice she instantly recognized, her heart swelled as she looked at her brother. "Did she give you her name cause she wouldn't with me." Jim grinned as he sat down beside Jasmine.
"Of course she did, but I'm not telling you," She smiled back at him. Marie watched the interaction of the siblings in front of her, guess that whole crap about never seeing him again just went out the window.
Everyone's attention was quickly drawn to the commotion occurring at the doors of the carrier. "You need a doctor."
"I told you I don't need a doctor, I am a doctor."
"Sir you have to get to get back to your seat."
"I had one in the bathroom with no windows." The argument was happening between one of the flight crew and a rough good looking man. "I suffer from aviophobia, the fear of dying in something that flies."
"Sir, go sit down or I'll make you sit down." The cabin was quiet for a second then the man nodded and sat down next to Jim. Marie and Jasmine watched the man in amusement.
The guy turned to Jim, "I might throw up on you."
"Okay." Jim looked over to his sister, Jasmine laughed then leaned over to look over at the guy.
"Just make sure you just get it on him."
"I think these things are pretty safe," Marie tried to comfort the man.
"Don't pander to me, kid. One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. Solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And wait'll you're sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles, see if you're still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding. Space is a disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence."
All of them just looked at each other unsure what to say. "Well, I hate to break this to you, but Starfleet operates in space," Jim replied calmly.
"Yeah. Well, I got nowhere else to go. The ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce. All I got left is my bones." The guy pulled out a little flask and took a swig, then offered it to Jim.
"Jim T. Kirk. This is my sister Jasmine." Jasmine smiled and nodded.
"McCoy. Leonard McCoy", He replied.