Captain James T. Kirk

"Oh, hey Jim! Nice to see you," she grinned at him, “make yourself at home or something." There - that expression she had gotten right. Victory for her. 

He stopped cleaning and found himself staring back over at her. What was wrong with him? "So, uh." He raised his voice over the music again. "You almost done? I was thinking maybe we could... I dunno. Do something."

Dancing around her flat in shorts and a sports bra, Gaila attempted to clean up a little as an apology for Nyota. She knew her habits drew the poor human woman insane, and had decided she could do something nice for a change. The music was blasting at full-volume, alerting anyone in the vicinity that Gaila was in. A knock against the door caused her to lower the volume a little, checking to see if she had heard correctly. Ah - there it was again. She pressed the PADD control to allow entrance, returning to the cleaning of the shelf, not looking at who was there. “Hi!"

"What makes us so different, Your Highness, is that this is the Enterprise. You don't know who you're dealing with. We've beaten worse odds before and I don't give a rat's ass about who has the better technology." He needed more information about this... species? before breaking contact. The Federation needed to know what they were dealing with. But Jim was getting impatient at this woman's cockiness. He clenched his jaw a couple of times before speaking again. "Now who the hell are you? And how do you know who I am?"

Shrugging, McCoy had to admit to himself that he understood the sentiment of being better than everyone at all times. Mainly because he already had all the knowledge that his classes had gone over so far. He was acing everything without even trying because it was things that were simply already drilled into his head from his years at the hospital down in Georgia. “You can hope so.” And really Kirk did have a bit of a point. He was what kept the blond on track for the most part and it was likely they’d be kept together for at least a while because of that alone.

"You done feelin' sorry for yourself, or d'you need me to keep tellin; you how amazing you are?" he decided to say, eyes still closed.

‘The Byronic hero is a variant of the Romantic hero as a type of character, named after the English Romantic poet Lord Byron. Both Byron’s life and writings have been considered in different ways to exemplify the type. The Byronic hero first appears in Byron’s semi-autobiographical epic narrative poem Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage (1812–1818), and was described by the historian and critic Lord Macaulay as “a man proud, moody, cynical, with defiance on his brow, and misery in his heart, a scorner of his kind, implacable in revenge, yet capable of deep and strong affection”.’ (x).

The Navigator was ready to assist his Captain in any way possible, but this may be too far beyond his capabilities. If something like this was at hand, perhaps Spock would have been a better candidate for the position as right hand man in a situation such as this one. 

"I guess the only thing to do is keep heading towards our destination. Keep your eyes and ears open, ensign. We'll figure this out eventually. I'll keep drilling Starfleet Command until they give us some more information..."

“Ya sure think yer damn special.” Mainly because he’d seen best friends get parted up several times for their assignments. It really didn’t matter what you wanted. Depended what your skills were and where you were needed. And it wasn’t like Bones and Jim’s skill sets went hand in hand.

"Nah Bones, I don't think I'm special. I know I'm special an' wish I weren't. It's a lotta pressure, bein' better than everyone all the time." That probably made him sound like a huge asshole too. But it wasn't Jim's fault that everyone expected the world of him just because of who his father was. It wasn't his fault he had to deliver on those expectations. "But you'll see. We'll get the same ship. Bones, you're the best doctor here. Don't pretend like you're not gonna get first choice where you go. They gotta honor your request. An' Pike knows me well enough to know you're what keeps me outta trouble. He'll send me wherever you go."

“Congratulations, Captain. Your father would be proud.”