James Tiberius Kirk (
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Jim Kirk enters the Nexus in a mild daze, still a little stunned at the news he's just received from Command. He doesn't look like he's shaved for a few weeks, but his black Starfleet Academy instructor's uniform is clean and his hair is neatly combed, so it's not like he's been letting himself go or anything.
He gets a cup of coffee on autopilot, before finding a seat to really think over what the hell just happened, a look of hopeful disbelief on his face, like he's been told something that's too good to be true.
"Have you ever had a dream job you never expected to get?" he asks after several minutes, looking up. "For those that haven't, if you knew you wouldn't be home for a couple years, what would you not leave without?"
He gets a cup of coffee on autopilot, before finding a seat to really think over what the hell just happened, a look of hopeful disbelief on his face, like he's been told something that's too good to be true.
"Have you ever had a dream job you never expected to get?" he asks after several minutes, looking up. "For those that haven't, if you knew you wouldn't be home for a couple years, what would you not leave without?"
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But he can't keep up his teasing long, there are new books within his grasp--and such books they are! He crosses to them, running the blunted tips of his claws over them with care before lifting the topmost. "Oh! Such heft!" Opening the book he chose, he takes a moment to flip through the pages admiringly. "Such fine paper! Such clear ink, and tidy handwriting. Ah! And these illuminations are so vivid, so lifelike!" More soberly, he glances to Jim. "Are you certain you wish to part with such fine tomes?"
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The books are so pristine and new, their spines are completely intact, unread by anyone else. The captain smiles at Shade-Seeker's obvious enjoyment of the books themselves, never mind the contents. "Yeah, I'm sure. They're yours to keep."
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"You are looking well, since last I saw you. I think it is not happy news alone that lifts you up, eh?"
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"I can see why you'd wanna stop him."
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But Jim has asked a practical question, and it pulls Shade-Seeker back to the subject. "There may be some opportunity for study," he admits, "but as they are the tool for a daedric invasion of my world, closing them takes priority over learning to replicate them."
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