Jump 108: Star Trek (Classic)

Jump #108: Star Trek (Classic)
>The World (Achievement, reward, and well-earned recognition. A time of success, prosperity, security and joy.)
... two trump cards in a row, and this is the best I could possibly pull. Especially with what I had planned.
I am going to have a FANTASTIC stay here.
>Age: 31
>Identity: Command
>Species: Vulcan
>Drawbacks: From Hell's Heart (+200), Redshirt (+300)
Oh, believe you me, there are REASONS that I picked the both of these. They are both very much fitting.
>Intelligence (Free, Command)
Section 31, here I come.
>Engineering (1400)
I can fake it as far as virtually everything else, but I need solid knowledge of how things work in this universe to really make the best of things.
>Scientific Mind (1300)
Fortunately, this will help grasp them even better.
>Treknobabbler (700)
...I really should not want to make 23rd century magitech, that would be the biggest violation of the prime directive that one could find.
>Logistician (Free, Command)
Well, I AM a Vulcan. Even if I intend to spend most of my time masquerading as a human. The ears get in the way sometimes, you see.
>Original Thinker (400, Command)
Oh, I believe in the no-win scenario. I just don't believe that losing is the only option you can exercise.
>Certain Mitigating Circumstances (100)
Those circumstances are usually 'if I did not do thing, then all would be lost' expanded to the length of a novella with all the relevant details.
>Rank Insignia: Lieutenant (Free, Command)
...oh, what's this that I've got in my pocket here? Commodore's pips and the paperwork for a promotion to flag officer from BSG? How curious, it would seem I'm ranked above nearly anyone I could ever possibly meet in the field.
>TR-580 Tricorder (0)
Quite honestly I'm as interested in studying this as I am using it, but I'll be able to do a great deal with this, I suspect. Hope I can turn off the sound effects, though.

>You.
Hello, James. I've been waiting.
>Yes, yes, pat yourself on the back, you've successfully stalked me and broken into my quarters again.
Stalking is a strong word. You are a fulcrum to the galaxy, and occasionally should be nudged one way or the other. Believe me, I've made your live much better than they otherwise would be.
>Regardless, why are you -here-? What's your game this time?
There is no game, or at least not much of one. I'm here to celebrate something, if you'll join me for a drink. Khan sends his regards, incidentally.
>Romulan ale? I presume Khan was out hunting.
Actually, quite the opposite, he was there peacefully. After all, he wanted to bring order to the universe, yes? But order is death, and people need to be free to achieve their potential. When next you meet, you'll both be on the side of the angels. What he sought was justice, not order.
>And what of you, then? I've seen what you call justice.
James, you are the best of us. The best the Federation has, the best it will ever have. I've seen it. But you must never forget that those who abjure violence can only do so because others are committing violence on their behalf.
>Fancy words don't make you any less a killer.
And? We're both killers. The difference between us is that I don't shy away from admitting it. You just don't have to deal with it as often in the captain's chair.
>Then what's the occasion?
My time here is over in about ten minutes, actually. I simply wanted to say goodbye, and give you a tip or two. And the chance to punch me in the teeth again. I know you won't resist.
>What sort of tip?
Well, firstly, you should get in touch with Carol Marcus... and secondly, years from now, when the Enterprise B is commissioned and launched, you make DAMNED sure you're on that vessel.