driftfleet | Captain's Log 04 - It's a Rock Party

Who: Jim Kirk + You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes - either on the Tourist or the Planet (this post will be functioning as a semi-overflow)
When: Nowish

[ Hello, fellow Drifters. Today you shall find one Captain Kirk, currently of the Tourist, smiling into the camera - perhaps a bit to delighted for everyone's comfort, so if you know what's good for you turn off the broadcast now. Or stick around. It's really 50/50 with him some days. He clears his throat, for a moment attempting to look serious outside his obvious delight. ]

So, first things first, some house keeping -

For those who don't know, I'm James Tiberius Kirk, Captain of the Tourist, newly minted a few weeks ago. Please just call me Jim or Kirk, though. Any problems with the Tourist or her crew can be directed to me, or if I am not available you can relay a message to my first mate - Fenris.

[ Let that sink in everyone and then think real hard about if you want to go that route ever. ]

Now, with that out of the way...

[ His face resumes its delight. ]

Since we're all sharing what little treasures we've been getting from the planet we're all on, I thought I would join in the fun.

[ He messes with something off camera, and everyone will be treated to the dulcet tones if the The Beastie Boys. Kirk is bobbing his head and every now and then either strumming an air guitar or beating on air drums.

The song ends and his grin is so very pleased with itself. ]

Words to live by, my fellow Drifters. Words to live by.

_{[ ooc: Inside this post will be a section for continuations of planet mingle threads if we have not already started one somewhere else! Feel free to add one here if I miss yours or if you would like to start one since I'll also be putting up the original starters from the mingle. ]}

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Tyrion was looking right at him, and that look got that curious lilt in Tyrion's own gaze. "Oh? What miracles have you performed lately?"

"Well, my crew and I helped stopped a mad man from beginning an all out war with the Klingon again," he said casually, which in and of itself was a miracle, yes, and it meant he didn't have to go in and explain the other miracle - the miracle Bones had performed.

"Well, that's quite the accomplishment. If I knew what that species was, or where it was from ... I would probably sound more impressed." His smile twitched at the corners.

"The Klingon - a humanoid species from another section of space. The area they control is called the Klingon Empire, and they are highly militaristic and aggressive. They place high value on their version of an honor system," he explained, giving the thirty-second lesson on them. "Earth spent several decades fighting them to keep them from conquering Earth."

"Interesting. We have the Dothraki who are like that - they wander around in clans. Nomadic warriors from Essos, who travel in clans over the plains there. They have an ... interesting honor system, and are quite aggressive themselves. We've been spared their raiding by the ocean between us." Tyrion said thoughtfully, as he returned to the trail.

"It's a strange thing. I respect certain aspects of their culture - it takes a strong people to adhere to and prosper under the strict conditions their culture imposes. But I definitely don't agree with their methods of conquering and enslavement," he shook his head, following Tyrion. "Luckily we don't deal with them all that often - just a few disputes here and there."

"It is so strange to me - so many of the strongest cultures feel the need to enslave or conquer the lesser ones. You are already on the top of the mountain, why do you need to shove others off of it?" Tyrion mused aloud. "I suppose absolute power always corrupts."

"I don't quite understand it either, but much of it seems born from the notion of the weak serve the strong. It gets perverted through religions views and hyper militarism, or the need to secure resources and the knowledge that the native peoples won't ever hand it over willingly. Why trade fairly when you can take it for free?"

He gave a half-shrug, because he could offer no real explanation. He did not think that way, and he never planned too.

"But yes, I have to agree. Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely."

"Well, I suppose I can't shake my fist at the entire thing. The Seven knows, my own country's history is not clean. I suppose the best I can do is to do what a Lannister says they will always do - and pay my debts, whatever they are." He waved his hand, and moved another piece.

"Honor, all that. Being better than my ancestors."

"Don't know about that, personally. Some debts you might be better just forgiving," he shrugged lightly. It wasn't his life to live, but he would rather be doing something to make himself personally happy rather than attempting to make someone else miserable.

"Frankly you sound like you're doing half a better job than they were, so..." Another piece moved, still comfortable with the current board.

"Then you have never been wronged all the way to the heart and soul, Jim... and I am glad for it." Is Tyrion's simple response, "There can be no forgiveness. Only what is due."

One corner of his mouth twisted, "I live, I learn. I drink wine. That is what I do.." He rubbed his beard once more, before shifting another piece.

He gave him a sad, tired little smile. "Oh, believe me Tyrion, I have."

He didn't elaborate though, pushing another piece forward, the movement quite aggressive in terms of chess.

"Might need some of your wine now though."

"Well, then you're a better man than I, if you can simply forgive and forget." Tyrion arched an eyebrow at that move, before countering it.

"Not really. I tried the revenge route. It just didn't turn out quite so good," he waggled his hand, moving another piece, keeping up the aggressive tactic. "I just decided I wasn't going to give them more thought and energy than they deserved, afterwards."

"Well, you're still a forgiving person. More forgiving than me." He glanced down at the board, made a soft huh noise, before he moved another piece.

The same aggressive manuevering, his movements confident and precise, decisions coming quickly.

"I don't know if I call it forgiving. I don't think I can forgive Nero, Khan, or Marcus for the things they did. I just decided I wouldn't let them determine the path of my life," he said, his brows turning in slightly at the thought. "It takes a much better man than me to forgive them. I'm not nearly so good as that."

Captain's Log 04 - It's a Rock Party

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