Star Trek:
Phase One
The Get Together
Parranporth…near Cornwall England
Loud music and loud conversations were the norm at Nesmond's Pub. The Pub had been run by the same family for nearly fifty years. It served all kinds of local favorites, but it also served food from all over the world as well, being that it was so close to the World Space Agency's training facility, just ten miles always from Perranporth.
It not only was a pub, but it also doubled as sports-bar, with several HDTVs arrayed around the various tables for easy viewing. There was a faint vale of smoke drifting through the air, being that smoking was STILL legal at the establishment.
A large cheer came from a loud group at one of the tables, as they were watching a rugby match being televised from Sydney, Australia. Then, seconds later, another equally loud cheer came from another table that was watching a soccer match in Italy. To say it was loud, inside of Nesmond's, would be limiting. It was extremely loud!
James T. Kirk, with a mug of beer in each hand, weaved his way through the very crowded pub. He said hello to some of those he knew, due to the fact that most of the customers were coming from the training center. With the signing of the Armed Forces treaty of 2041, all active military from those countries that were still in the UN, served in a united military.
Some nations had chosen not to join the new UN. Either for philosophical reasons, or due to their being rogue nations, they had just chosen another way. Slowly, but surely, the world was beginning to see a future where all nations would one day be unified under one flag, but with their own unique attributes. That day was still decades away though. But it would happen.
Several women also recognized Kirk as well, they having once been romantically linked to him. Kirk carried himself with a calm confidence that came from most people realizing that he, James T. Kirk, was the best among them, in terms of being able to get those around him to rise to a higher level. He had a way of talking that inspired confidence, and he had an innocent boy charm. And, the women agreed, he was just so hot looking, too!
Finally, and with not much beer spilt, he arrived at his table of new friends. He sipped from one mug, as he handed the other to his good friend Gary Mitchell, who sat at the table with the others. And who were the others?
There was Leonard McCoy. He was the oldest among them, and he was a good-ole-southern boy who was not only adept with the modern advances in medicine, but versed in good old country ways of healing wounds. Most of them had been passed down to him by a kindly old African-American woman named Gretchen Bennett. Leonard's own father and mother had died in an automobile accident when Leonard was a child.
Gretchen Bennett had raised Leonard from the time he was five years old, and through her, came McCoy's southern-roots to the storied past of that part of old-America.
Sitting next to Leonard McCoy was Nyota Uhura. She was the best friend of Olivia Cole, Jim Kirk's lifelong friend/buddy. And though Olivia had tried to 'hook-up' James and Nyota, James put a quick stop to it. James did not want any relationship with Nyota to affect his friendship with Olivia. Nyota had recently come to America from the Sudan Valley, and could speak several languages. She was, no doubt, the smartest among the small Enterprise crew.
Next to Nyota sat Montgomery Scott. Kirk shook his head with humor as he watched Scotty, the nickname Montgomery favored over his official name, chewed on a rack of ribs that were nearly the size of Nyota's entire body. Scotty hailed from Edinburgh. He claimed that his bloodline went all the way back to Robert Bruce.
Though, Kirk thought to himself, he had known three Scottish men in his life, and all three claimed to be descended from Robert Bruce.
Oh well, Kirk thought to himself, maybe Robert Bruce was some lady "killer" in his day and sired many children. Scotty was not without his rough edges, though. This came from the fact that the Enterprise was being built by, mainly, Scottish engineers, many of whom were close friends or family relations to Scotty. Even though the ship would be under Kirk's command, somehow Jim Kirk knew that the Enterprise would always belong to Scotty.
Kirk nodded to Gary Mitchell, who sat next to Scotty to one side, and to Nadya Chekov, the ship's Russian navigator, on the other. She was, no doubt, one of the most beautiful women Kirk had ever seen in his life.
Her Russian features, rich angular face, and natural beauty, would cause any man's heart to skip a beat or two. Though there were no regulations against mingling between the crew members, Kirk would never let himself do it. Nadya would be totally off limits to him, as would be all women under Kirk's command.
But she was not off limits to Gary. Kirk could see that the two were hitting it off quite well. Though, to be more honest, Gary was doing most of the 'hitting' while she was doing most of the 'dodging." She spoke very little, and was obviously shy. Kirk could only imagine how much Gary Mitchell, who was a walking sack of male hormones, would corrupt the young lady, as time went by.
With everyone situated, Kirk thought, it was time to get to know this new crew of his. Unfortunately the helmsman, Sulu, had missed his connecting flight in Calcutta India, and would not arrive until the next day. So, for now, this would have to do.
He raised his mug of beer to make a toast. The only two that didn't raise their mugs were Gary and Nadya Chekov. Kirk whistled to his good friend, and then Gary reluctantly raised his mug, obviously annoyed at having to break his conversation with the very quiet, and demure, Chekov.
"To the Enterprise!" Kirk said.
And then, finally, his table, Kirk's table, cheered as loud as the tables that were watching the various sporting events.
Continued…