Spock, but with a beard

After our encounter with an alternate version of our Captain and 3 other crew members, Captain Kirk has ordered me to investigate this 'mirrored' universe. This project aligns with my own personal interests, as I find myself fascinated by its existence. I have been able to establish a feasible form of long-term text communication, and will initiate first contact as soon as the order is given.

[Log ends.]

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she's mine now

Technically, she's still the Empire's, but they'll only have her back over my dead body. Anyway, why not ask her?

[Kirk knocks on the wall, knowing the Enterprise will hear him.]

[it says "spork"]

[Kirk, Bones, Scotty and Spock are having an emergency top secret meeting about the collar situation.]

Aye, Captain, the Enterprise was responsible for mine, but she says she had nothin' to do with yers.

Bones?

I know as much as you do. It just came out of nowhere.

If I may, Captain – there were two energy surges at the times both of your collars appeared. In fact, a similar energy surge is occurring…

[The collar appears around his neck. His matches his eyeshadow, and an IDIC medallion, inscribed with the word 'Spork'.]

*it latches around his neck, impossible to remove and impervious to being cut. And as it meets his neck a bell forms, with "bones" inscribed on it.*

[Bones had just received a communication from the captain, ordering him to log a fake cold in Kirk's medical records. Bones thought it was pointless — since they were no longer reporting to the Empire, any records were just meant for the senior officers and the medical personnel to read. He didn't fight him about it, though, as Bones knew how stubborn Kirk could be.

When he finishes the addition to Kirk's records, the collar latches around his neck.]

Wha-?

[Bones tugs at it. His first thought is that it's some sort of alien lifeform; then, that it's a weapon of the Empire. He calls for security.

As they come in, they find him struggling against the pink collar. They stare in surprise.]

Gamma shift has been over for a full five miniutes. I will no longer allow you the choice of where you’d like to be.

A tangle of wires and cables come from several panels in the walls. Anything he’s holding is pulled from his hands. After being pulled through the vents, he’s deposited onto a shockingly soft bed in a room he hasn’t seen before- and a collar is promptly placed around his neck. It’s a lovely blue color, the same as the warp core when in motion. It attaches to more wires and cables. It seems the enterprise hadn’t bothered with a physical body. Her voice comes from everywhere.

Kneel.

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[Although his shift was over, Scotty was still finishing some of his reports for Mister Spock when the Enterprise's voice filled the room, seemingly coming from everywhere at once. He doesn't even have time to drop the PADD as he's pulled deep into the body of the ship. Curious about the novelty, he touches the collar.]

Ye're a wee bit impatient, lassie... I guess it's my fault for neglecting ye.

[Kirk struggles against the collar, but it's no use. His own knife doesn't cut through the leather, either. Scotty probably has something that could break it, but he can't let his crew see him wearing something like that.

Finally, he decides to wrap a scarf around his neck. He comms Bones, ordering him to put into his logs that Kirk has a slight cold.

Kirk goes through his shift as usual, for the most part. He can hear the bell making a sound every time he moves, but he hopes that nobody else can pick it up. Or that, at least, they can't pinpoint where it comes from.

Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I have no ethical objections to his diet – it is, after all, replicated – but, after examining the replicator logs, his recent... meals are not compatible with human dietary needs. I shall talk to him.

Ah... You too? We should see Bones about that... Vampires aren't a thing, must be some... some alien virus.

That you saw Spock and the Captain on the bri-

[Spock turns towards the Ensign.]

My preference is for Vulcan teas, which are traditionally consumed hot. Regarding food, I have no predilection – it depends on the specific dish.

Hey, Commander. I just wanted to thank you for all your help with… my project.

Uhhh I wish I had spoken to you when I first… started my project. You see it did not get off on the right foot and to amend the situation I decided to apologise by way of gift. The gift was… not what I originally thought it was but it was accepted all the same.

I do not have any use of it now, so I thought it would be better off in your capable hands.

[He offers you a Vulcan homoerotic novel that from the cover alone (and to someone who is incapable of reading Vulcan script) is completely innocuous as to its contents. What is impressive is that Nick would have had to go to great lengths to smuggle this prohibited text off of Vulcan—the only place known copies are likely to still be found. The story features a relationship between two male Vulcans who are true t’hy’las—with a bond forged in and by battle.]

[Before seeing the book, Spock simply nods politely. He has come to feel a certain degree of familiarity with Ensign Nick – even if it's not friendship, due to the difference in their ranks, it could at least be categorised as solidarity. This camaraderie had only grown after Kirk and Spock started dating, with Ensign Nick being one of the few who learned about their relationship first-hand. To most others, it was an open secret. At least it had quenched the rumours about the revolution amongst those who hadn't yet been cleared as trustworthy.