Star Trek

He took Chico up and sat on the other side, took Jim's PADD and ordered a meal (he asked me to take care of his son during working hours, a top-notch Altair set meal is considered a salary): "Where are your pointed ears?"

"Here." Jim pulled Chico's chair closer to the table and pointed at the boy, knowing he was wrong.

"Don't confuse concepts with me. This kid said you had a fight?"

"...No." He muttered, obviously without confidence.

"What about the others?"

Chico takes one look at Jim, then turns his head and silently mouths "room" to me.

Sometimes the sensing ability of the green blood race is quite good.

"So, why this time? Work or personal? You don't need to tell me the latter."

"Work."

"Then you can talk about it."

"...General Delan issued a stupid order for us to detour to Tyrael to see if there is anything of value. Seriously, abandoning Cardassia for a dud? No, never. But Spock thinks the idea is logical — logical to fuck him."

"Pay attention to the language, Jim." I looked at Chico, who was staring at the biscuit, and the kid was obviously accustomed to it unfortunately, "You can't call an order issued by your direct superior stupid, even if it is. So, Ty What's on Riel Star?"

"Dilithium crystal. It will always be this. I thought my Silver Lady was a research ship and not a merchant ship. The leader of Cardassia also sent a message yesterday saying that they are very interested in the proposal to join the alliance. Are we going to give up Is this a chance?"

"I have to say, Jim, these are Enterprise missions. Potential partners and potential... business relationships. They're one and the same in a way."

Jim pokes the buttered toast in front of him with a fork boredly, which he always does when he's unconvinced and at a loss for words to refute for a while.

"I'm a doctor, and I don't understand all that stuff about your chain of command," I said, "as much as I hate to say it, but Spock sure knows a lot more than I do—in this regard. Go back and have a good chat, and stop being like The last time it was so stupid that it got into an argument with the federation."

Chico nodded in agreement, although I doubt the little one understood what we just said.He sliced ​​off a piece of bread with a fork, smeared it with blueberry jam, and held it up to Jim's mouth.

"Thank you, sweetheart." Jim ruffled his hair. "You're way more sensible than Spock. Computer, where's my roast chicken?"

"Packing in progress, please wait."

Chico pulled back the hair that had been slapped by his father and shook his head: "Stop ruining my hairstyle daddy."

"Ha." Jim beamed with joy, "You're finally willing to be called daddy, aren't you?" He pressed the boy's little hand with one hand, and licked Chico's neat and smooth black hair with the other, "This sounds much better than Vulcan .”

I folded my arms and rolled my eyes: "What a mature and good father, Jimbo."

The aroma of grilled chicken gradually approached, and Jim's attention was completely drawn to it.I prepared the tableware in front of me: "God bless, don't have a second little pointy ear."

"Sister." Chico looked at me and said firmly.

"What are you talking about?" Jim asked over his shoulder as the Andori boy brought the plate of grilled chicken to the table.

"Nothing." I shrugged and forked away the first piece of savory, tarry chicken.

End

63. 【Chulu】The bitter days are short

He sat on the suspension chair, staring blankly at his palms.The ancient oriental people believed in the lifeline. He heard it from his grandfather when he was a child. He sat on the old man's lap and grabbed his neck, listening to him read the different meanings of each line in soft Japanese.So now he is putting his heart and soul into looking at the curved palm prints, stretching and interlacing mysterious maps, looking forward to them blooming in the next second.

Then he realized he wasn't really putting his heart and soul into it.Because he heard some noises, someone was talking rustling not far from him.They lowered the volume thinking he couldn't hear them.

But they were wrong, and he could hear it.It's just that he's not sure if he can really analyze what the words arranged together are expressing and what message they want to convey.

They sound familiar and strange, sometimes a coherent sentence, sometimes just... syllables.Click click.

"Bones, you really can't revive him? You know, you're the best doctor in the entire Federation - God, you last time - everyone thought I was dead and you brought me back; can't try again Have you tried it?"

"No. I'm sorry, Jimbo, but he wasn't in the same situation as you were when you were whole, lacking even the tiniest tissue, just needing a booster and cheating perpetual blood; he was different, he ...He's gone. He's gone. We haven't had teleporter stuff like that before so I can't—but, I can't save him if he's gone, you know? God came to save him. Or a miracle."

"I don't think 'God' and 'miracles' are objective. In the 23rd century, please believe in science and atheism, doctor."

"You know me--"

"Stop it, hey, stop it. Don't make noise. My head hurts."

Someone's voice softened. "I understand you, kid. He's been a mate to all of us, and he's been like a happy puppy—no one wants to lose him, no one."

The other voice was also much lighter: "Jim, I understand your emotions, but there are people who grieve more than you. There are always people who... have suffered more than you can imagine because of this."

They all fell silent at the same time, rubbed their fingers together, and cast their gazes uncertainly to the other side.

The young Asians turned their backs to them, completely immersed in their own world, as if they did not hear their conversation at all.His silence is like a bowstring.He was so tense that the blade was cold.

He had a dream.

The location in the dream is neither inside the constant temperature and comfortable Enterprise, nor the clean and refreshing Federation Center, nor is it any strange planet they have explored.He dreamed of his dear earth—the northern end of the water-blue mother star, and the frozen country he was not familiar with.

That's right...Russia.He was still wearing the warm yellow uniform of the starship, without any measures to keep warm, and he was even more helpless than the captain was once thrown on Vega IV.In the icy and snowy wasteland of Russia, the cold wind of Siberia was like a knife, engraved on the exposed skin and made it numb with pain, but he gradually lost his sense of pain in the raging snow.

Then he saw another figure in the white desert.At first, like a hallucination flashing in the wind, the seven or eight-year-old boy, wrapped up like a bear, waved vigorously at him.

He had blond-brown playful curly hair, round, flushed cheeks, and large bright blue eyes.

he looks like...

"Hikaru!" The little boy moved with incredible agility--given all the layers of clothing he was wearing--and he bounded up to him, holding a cloud of snow in his little hand, and blowing it across its in front of you. "Hi, Hikaru. Long time no see, Hikaru!"

"...Who are you?" He still asked the question.Although his voice was so hoarse that even he himself was startled, the ending trembled for a while, and then was swept away by snowflakes.

"It's Pasha." The boy lowered his head, his eyes were smiling, and he introduced himself by his nickname.He used to call him that often.Then the child raised his eyes to look at him, a deep blue sea, and there was something more mature in his voice: "I miss you very much (Яскучаюпотебеоченьсильно), Hikaru."

That's Russian.And he understands.

The planet explored in week two is covered in ice and snow like a singing snow globe that kids will love.As the helmsman and one of the alternate captains, he was not supposed to go on a mission, but he asked the captain—light but firm.The first officer evaluated and examined him disapprovingly, while the medical officer hesitated to speak.In the end, Kirk pursed his lips: "Register for coordinates at any time, and return safely, Captain."

Kirk called him by his rank instead of his name, which meant that "return" was an order that had to be fulfilled, not a customary exhortation.The captain was surprisingly kind and perceptive in that regard, he thought.He had heard of the Federation's young hero's self-destructive tendencies as a child.

No...he would not choose to end his life so rashly.

He was just a little tired from walking in the bone-chilling wind and the endless snow.He wants to sit there for a while or... sleep for a while.It would be nice to never have to wake up again.

Then, he saw a wilderness, a snowstorm, a figure, and a pair of eyes exactly as in the dream.He may really be dreaming and has no intention of waking up.

But the boy spoke.This time the child didn't smile, and the expression on his small face was too serious for his age. For a moment, there seemed to be a thin layer of sadness and hope surging under the blue eyes, and it flashed by, as fast as a hallucination.

"...Please take me away (私を拍うしてください)."

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