Author's Note: God, this one kicked my ass. It just did not want to be written. Then I got this genius idea that somewhere in Starfleet there has to an annoying official that nobody likes. So, I plopped them on Jim's ship and potential court martials ensued. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, followed, and favorited. Any mistakes are mine (I really need a beta!).

Chapter Three: C

Commodore

"What do you mean I have to deal with Commodore Zemke?" Jim said, looking at the comm. in his ready room.

"I mean," Christopher Pike said, "That Dia is coming aboard your ship for transport from Starbase Eleven to Starbase Eight." Kirk ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his neck. Commodore Dia Zemke was best known as the most xenophobic person to ever enroll in starfleet; now, Jim had to bring her aboard for a week.

"Please, Admiral Pike, there has to be another ship within the vicinity that is willing to transport the Commodore." Pike raised an eyebrow at the use of his official title, but said nothing about it.

"Sorry, Jim. You have your assignment, now go do it. Starfleet out." The screen went blank in front of Jim's face and he had to resist every urge to slam his head on his desk. No one, not even the Commodore's husband, like to be around that woman when she was on a rant about why humans were the superior species.

"Scotty, prepare to transport Commodore Zemke aboard."

"Commodore Zemke, sir?" Jim sighed.

"You heard me Scotty; Commodre Zemke will be on board with us for one week. Keep Keenser out of her way."

"Sulu, set course for Starbase Eight at Warp six," Kirk said, plopping down into the Captain's chair. He took a deep and breath and waited for the impending barrage of questions.

"Starbase Eight, sir? I thought ve vere heading to New Wulcan," Chekov said, spinning his chair around.

"Starbase Eight is on our way and we're dropping off a Commodore." Thankfully, Sulu shrugged and turned Chekov back around to face his station. Just as Sulu pushed the Enterprise into warp, she walked onto the bridge.

"Captain," Zemke began, walking towards the Captain's chair. "Thank you for allowing me passage on this vessel." Jim nodded, but otherwise didn't aknowledge the Commodore.

"It really is a nice vessel, and run very well, considering."

"Considering what, Commodore?" Shit, here it comes, Jim thought as the words left his mouth.

"Well, half your crew isn't human, Captain. It must be so difficult to run a ship that way. Now, I would. . ."

Three days. Three more freaking days and she'll be off my ship forever. The Commodore hadn't stopped ranting about the Enteprise's crew since she came on board. So far, she had managed to insult almost every species except Spock.

"Oh, and when I was Captain, we never dreamed of having Vulcans onboard our vessels. They were so cold when it came to interacting with others that no one wanted to work with them. Honestly, I'm surprised that your first officer is half-human. I didn't know that Vulcans, especially Ambassador Sarek, were capable of love." That was it, that was the last straw. Jim was about ready to order Zemke off the bridge when everyone snapped. Looking back on the situation, Kirk thought Sulu had started it, but soon everyone had joined in.

"For chrissake, shut up for five minutes, would you? We don't need to hear your bigoted, xenophobic, prejudiced view on every single species onboard. I don't know how you made it into Starfleet, but it was a mistake." Sulu had spun around and glared at the Commodore the entire time he was talking.

"Just because someone is Orion does not make them a slut," Chekov said, punching at the controls on his console much harder than he really needed to.

"And I can inform you that Vulcans may not show it, but they are capable of all emotions," Uhura almost yelled. "Including love," she continued, smirking. "Very passionate love." Anyone who wasn't paying attention to the Commodore noticed that Spock's ears had turned bright green.

"Captain?" The Commodore said, shaking and turning a violent shade of red. Jim just shrugged and calmly told everyone to go back to their stations. Needless to say, Commodore Zemke did not go back on the bridge for the rest of the trip.

I'm giving myself Monday off because I don't have school. So, see you Tuesday.