Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

Anonymous asked: for the random fic titles: "spring will be here soon"

Since you didn’t specify a fandom….this is the story of the girl Jaylah.

Her people are from a high tundra part of their world–even after she forgets the name of her planet, the name of her people, the name of her family, she will remember this.  The shimmer of the sun at midnight, the dance of stars at pitch-black noon, and the song of the wind over the snow-layered ground will stay in her dreams all her life, a tiny scrap of peace.  Winter on the high tundra is dangerous, even in the cities-and-starships age, and Jaylah’s people never quite managed to forget their heritage of cold nights and terror.  The promise of new life, of melted snow and living things, is the hope their people holds up to get through the days of unbroken night, the vow they make in the darkest moments of their life to fight on.  

As a little girl wondering if the sun will ever come back, Jaylah’s mother strokes her hair back from her face and whisper that spring would come soon, so soon that Jaylah wouldn’t even believe it.  

In Krall’s dungeons, as Jaylah sobs silently, hands pressed to her mouth so hard that her teeth draw blue bruises on the white skin, her father hugs her to his side.  “Spring will be here soon, you’ll see, precious girl,” he whispers–a lie, but the familiar words soothe her tears and make her mother, bleeding out slowly from a gash to the leg, and her mama, pressing her hands to her wife’s skin, smile faintly.  

When her mama is taken, still smudged blue with her mother’s blood, she kisses Jaylah forehead and her cheeks and promises, “Spring will be here soon, little snowflake, little darling.”  A lie, but a warm and gentle one, bittersweet.

When her father dies, and she runs until she can’t breathe for tears, she curls up in a mountain cave, far too close to the search parties scouring for her, and she lies to herself, “Spring will be here soon, Jaylah.  You just have to stand up.”  And she scrubs her face with her palms and pulls herself upright.  

She tells the lie a thousand times, a hundred thousand times, every time a new circuit breaks or she hasn’t eaten in twelve days or she is run off from a precious salvage or she can’t stand the loneliness any longer.  Spring will be here soon, Jaylah.  Get up and meet it on your feet.

Years from now, she’ll be an ensign sitting cross-legged on a chair in the Enterprise mess hall, surrounded by the bridge crew and Montgomery Scotty and Doctor Bones, her red Operations uniform a bright contrast to her white hair and a glass of scotch from Montgomery Scotty’s illicit still in her hand.  (She will know, by then, what a nickname is, but she will insist on her old names for them, at times like this, when they are together and laughing.)  Captain James T will smile at her, and Montgomery Scotty will clap her on the back as he tells them about how she repaired the replicators and stopped them from turning all the food purple, and she will think that perhaps she was not lying to herself all along after all.  

sroloc--elbisivni asked: It's not 1 AM, but would a person curious about whether or not piracy would *work* for a star trek au be welcome in your askbox?

ALWAYS.

Okay so we’re going to talk AU where the Enterprise crew goes rogue.  Now, here’s the thing, the Federation just kind of wants to make friends with everyone.  They have a habit of going out, fighting wars, and then making friends with their erstwhile mortal enemies—the Klingons, the Romulans, the Cardassians, even the Borg (although admittedly only Seven of Nine and the Borgettes), and that’s just what I can think of off the top of my head.  The Federation isn’t perfect, but fundamentally they just want to hold hands with aliens and poke spatial anomalies with a big stick and build wildly implausible and unsafe technology and hit big red buttons to see what happens.  That sort of thing…just doesn’t really lend itself to piratical behavior within the Federation itself.  You get smugglers, naturally, and space pirates attacking the Federation, and even your odd freedom fighter/rebel corps (I’m thinking the Maquis from Voyager, although, hell, they end up part of a Starfleet crew too) but even in the AOS (and we’re doing AOS because I just saw Beyond again), with Admiral Marcus kicking around, I can’t really see the Enterprise crew going properly pirate.

(I mean, I guess they kind of do, several times in TOS, but only in the ultra-technical Mark Watney-esque sense of space piracy of “we’re taking the ship that’s not ours without permission.”  And they always do it to save everybody and let’s be real, it’s hard to punish the people who saved the Federation, it would be a bit hypocritical to go “thanks for the save, glad not to be dead, time for your court martial”.)

That being said, obviously now the solution is to figure out under what circumstances they WOULD go full pirate.  And in the AOS I’m going to say that the way that would happen would be if Admiral Marcus had a little more success with the whole Section 31 thing.  

So, let’s suppose that he did, and Marcus might have died with the Vengeance but Section 31 sort of slowly took over Starfleet, as these things tend to do, and the Enterprise is out on their five-year mission so they don’t realize anything’s wrong because they’re pretty far out into uncharted space and even subspace signals get weird after that kind of distance.

And then the Enterprise comes home, cruises into spacedock, and the crew is dropped into a Terran Starfleet that…they don’t recognize anymore. Things are stiff with protocol, there are massively lethal torpedoes being integrated into the new ships, half the science complexes have been annexed by weapons research, McCoy’s highly alarmed by the sort of questions he’s being asked about the new species he has records of, and the Security officers are being issued some very large phaser rifles.  Let me tell you a thing: Jim and the bridge crew ain’t pleased with this development.

Between Spock, Jim, and Chekov, they hack into the ‘Fleet database and discover the plans for the next mission of the starship Enterprise.  And their response is “Nope.”  The Enterprise crew is loyal unto death to their captain—hell, he died for them already, they’re not in a rush to forget that—so when he summons them quietly to an out-of-the-way location and tells them that Starfleet is planning to start a war, they believe him.  And when he asks “Please help me stop this” they agree, readily and gladly.

And then they steal a ship.  They steal their ship, because when Captain James Tiberius Kirk leads his own crew onto his own ship, no one thinks to stop them, until Scotty’s dismantling the tracker they slipped into Engineering and Sulu’s punching it and the Enterprise is soaring away.

And then…well.  I suppose then they have a war to stop and a Federation to evade and a Starfleet to fix.  They refuse to take off their uniforms, even after the fourth time they’re accosted by another ‘Fleet ship and barely escape alive—they are Starfleet, the real Starfleet, and they will prove it.  They’re wanted criminals, according to the Federation, run rampant under the command of a lunatic captain.  Every scrap of incriminating information about Jim Kirk is dragged out of the mothballs and splashed across every news source in the quadrant—did you know he was a repeat offender in Iowa?  Did you know he had a record of violence and aggression?  Did you know he destroyed property?  And once the Enterprise is really getting to be a problem, they crack open the classified files and there’s whole new surge of questions.  Did you know he was on Tarsus IV?  Did you know he admitted to murdering guards there?  Did you know that his psych eval afterward said he’d never really recover?  Did you know, did you know, did you know? 

The Federation, the point is, is officially on the hunt.

Unofficially, though…well.  They’ve escaped an awful lot of brigs and shiplocks—all though underhanded trickery and violence, their ex-guards are always quick to point out. See, they have the footage to prove it, look, the Enterprise crew is crafty and tricky and crazy and dangerous.  And there were problems with the lock, with the cuffs, with the shiplock, can’t the Federation keep their own people in good quality tech?  Naturally no one would help the Enterprise, they’re wanted criminals, they’re dangerous, they’re pirates.

That brig door has been broken for years.

They’re pirates with a weird habit of helping stranded ships and going on strict rations so they can share their food and figuring out ways to save whole cultures from plagues and negotiating treaties, though.  The worlds that are part of the Federation territory learn to fear their own ships, but the Enterprise…she’s their savior. The names of the crew are whispered among the people on the ground, Kirk and Uhura and Spock and McCoy and Chekov and Sulu and on and on and on. She’s always oddly well-stocked for a pirate ship, never really risks starvation.  Her dilithium chambers are always full—must be stealing from old wreckage and defeated enemies, of course.

The Federation’s upper echelons hunt the Enterprise down.

The Federation’s people love her.  They call her the Silver Lady, or the Lady of Starlight, or Lady Luck.  

And everywhere she lands, her crew says “We will fix this.  We will stop this.  This is not what Starfleet should be, we are what Starfleet should be, and we will make this better.”

yol-ande asked: Hello! I saw you tagged Two Kirks AU with "also if someone wanted to hear more about this universe i am willing to say more". So please do. PLEASE, I AM IN LOVE.

How delightful, I too am in love!  That post actually got hella popular, I’m glad everyone liked it.  I wanted to tag a few people who left remarks that they wanted to read more of it, but my computer’s not letting me, so please feel free to tag people.  @thegoodelixir did send me an ask about it a couple days back, so here, friend.

Mmmmkay so the Kirks bonding a little, yes?  Also if anyone has an overwhelming desire to read more Star Trek pain, I have some thoughts on AOS Tarsus IV here and here. Oh, and if anyone wants to read something really specific in this ‘verse, hit me up (one of those people I can’t tag wanted James meeting Bones?).  It’s all going to be in the tag ‘two kirks au,’ I guess.

• Jim is startled when his older self—James, on his own insistence, saying that he was the interloper in this universe and Jim should keep his name—appears at his table one day in the Academy mess hall.  The entire rising class has been graduated without further debate, the simple act of surviving  qualifying them for their diplomas in the eyes of the board.  The fate of the Enterprise is under debate today, and Jim is trying not to hyperventilate about it—thus his presence in the mess hall, with an unsolved physics equation open on his PADD.

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Outlast Every Outcast

So I got this ask from my darling @twistedangelsays​ and I wrote this entire thing, and then realized that I’d written five thousand words for a headcanons ask.  Soooo now it’s getting posted separately.  I might crosspost it to AO3 if Adler hassles me into it and/or there’s interest in that.  Once again: Tarsus IV warnings, and even thought this is…pretty calm comparatively speaking, it’s still under a cut.

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lathori asked: Okay, so I just saw Star Trek tonight and spent an hour talking to you about it. I literally cannot believe I am doing this. I am already suffering because of your other Star Trek headcannons but I guess I'm just a fucking masochist. So, my dear Bones, give me (at least) five headcannons on how Tarsus IV happens in the alternate new Star Trek trilogy universe. <3 Your Kirk

HA, and people say I’m the twisted one. Fortunately for you, I am a wee bit of a sadist, and I love talking about Tarsus IV, so heeeere we go.  I WAS going to do five people finding out about Tarsus, but that turned into a five thousand word monster so instead here are just some headcanons.  For those of you who aren’t aware, Tarsus was a famine and genocide, which Jim Kirk survived as a kid—basically, if you can think of a content warning, it applies, thus: everything is under the cut. 

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skymurdock asked: Star Wars/Star Trek? pls imagine Han and Jim having the weirdest friendly rivalry ever bc Han maintains the Millennium Falcon is the Best Ship and Jim maintains the Enterprise should have that honor.

littlestartopaz:

buckygreyjoy:

words-writ-in-starlight:

I just got out of Beyond last night and I am DRUNK on the Star Trek thing right now.  LET’S GO.  I did a little more with the crews than the ships but like.  Yeah.

• The thing about exploring space is that it’s big, but not infinite.  So sooner or later the final frontier pushes right up to the raggedy edge of a galaxy far far away.  Specifically, a ramshackle ship at the outermost edge of Republic space.  (They’re on a sort of ‘remember the good old days when the three of us plus Chewie and a couple droids were on the fucking run’ sort of trip.  Han doesn’t know why he’s doing this but sure, Leia, for old time’s sake, something like that, and Luke just looked at him and blinked and somehow the farmboy eyes still work on him after all this time.)  The Enterprise sees it on its radar and…well, to be completely honest, Spock takes one look at the readings and announces that there appears to be a ship in distress.  They go investigate—the Enterprise makes the Falcon look like a slightly haphazard guppy beside a sleek and shining whale, a sheer wall of matte white kissed with space dust.  (Inside the Falcon, everyone has a completely independent moment of holyfuckingkriff we’re going to war again before the polite text hail comes through and the ship translates the message.)

• Okay so…it turns out that Republic Standard and Federation Basic have basically nothing to do with each other, and the universal translators aren’t in the mood to translate an entirely foreign language.  The crew of the Falcon and the Enterprise away team spend a good long while cycling through every language they know (and with Uhura with them, that number is prodigious) before they figure out that there seems to be at least a degree of commonality between Bocce and Ferengi, and between an archaic Vulcan dialect that even Spock barely knows and an equally dated Naboo dialect that Leia knows a few scraps of and C-3PO knows a few more scraps of (Padmé believed in knowing her planet’s history).  They cobble together a pidgin that at least lets them introduce themselves while half the engineering team scrambles to clap together a translator.  (It takes two hours and Scotty is bursting with pride over the thing, which turns Basic into Standard and back again with no trouble at all.)

• First contact with a foreign Republic: pretty much par for the course for the Enterprise, and hey, they have a Senator of said Republic right there, so for Kirk and his crew this is going great.  They have a war hero, a general in the military, and a political figure on hand, in addition to a droid loaded with a massive amount of history and a soldier.  The Falcon’s crew is pretty much exactly the diplomatic cadre most planets send out to meet the Federation, so it doesn’t even occur to them that they’ve pretty much caught the Falcon with their pants down.  The Falcon isn’t a diplomatic vessel on the best of days, and even if it was, the Republic hasn’t made a business of making first contact with anyone in quite a long time. So when a clutch of various aliens—including humans, who aren’t so alien after all, and ain’t that a kick in the head, as Han says—in brightly colored uniforms introduces themselves as members of Star Fleet, representatives of something called the United Federation of Planets…that’s new.  Leia pushes Han out of the way with an elbow, and shuts Luke up with a glance, and does her best to look Senatorly and In Control.  

• By the end of a few hours’ meeting, there’s a tentative alliance drawn up and a friendship in place between Leia and Jim, who, Bones and Han agree, have bonded over being reckless idealists too stubbornly brave for their own health.  Spock interrogates Luke at length about the Force—fascinating, he pronounces at once—and is disappointed to find out that the Jedi have largely been wiped out will all their information.  (Luke, on the other hand, is a little dazed from the rapid-fire queries and thinks that, if all Vulcans are so emotionless, it’s probably for the best that the Jedi never met them, because can you imagine if that was the Jedi standard for emotional control.  Also, Luke is smarter than your average bantha, thanks, and knows a telepath when he sees one, so he makes a mental note to look into testing the Vulcans for Force-sensitivity, if he can figure out how the hell to do it.)  Uhura corners 3PO and commands him to start teaching her Republic Standard.  She makes terrifying progress, and also learns enough Shyriiwook to understand Chewbacca’s careful and kind farewell (C-3PO is in love, he’s never met someone so brilliant in his entire existence, he almost follows her home like a lost puppy).

• Regarding the ships: Jim is very polite about the Falcon because there’s just no point in being rude about other people’s ships when yours is so evidently the best in the universe—honestly, if Han tried to insult his ship, Jim’s response would be a blank expression and “Are you blind?  We can have Bones look at that.”  Han grumbles a bit, but he’s not an idiot, and the Falcon is a damn good ship, he mutters, even if she’s not flashy.  (It should be noted that, here, ‘not flashy’ means ‘occasionally unwilling to hit hyperspeed without some serious antics,’ which is kind of the equivalent of saying, about a car, that ‘not flashy’ means ‘hope you don’t want a second gear that works all the time.’)  So the two captains get along pretty well, because if there’s anyone that Han Don’t-Tell-Me-The-Odds Solo is going to click with, it’s Jim Rules-What-Rules Kirk. Scotty, on the other hand, is apoplectic the first time he hears Han compare the Falcon to the Enterprise.  That bucket of bolts!  Falling apart at the seams!  Compared to his lady!  The Falcon is unworthy to pass through her ion wake! Chekov sees the Chief of Engineering puff up and Jim shoots him a look, and Chekov claps a hand over Scotty’s mouth, towing him out of the room with Sulu.  Han’s back is turned and the nod Luke gives, to say nothing of the hidden smirk, suggests that he won’t be telling, so Jim has avoided, once more, starting a diplomatic incident because of Scotty’s determination to defend the Enterprise’s honor.  This is a fairly regular occurrence, and a large part of the reason that Scotty is on probation from diplomatic missions.

• Bonus sixth headcanon: Jim is the most fucking Force-sensitive.  They find this out because Luke, still half-trained and a bit prone to error, brushes a brief mental probe across his mind and gets thrown out with all the violence of hitting warp three from a dead halt.  Luke asks where his mental shields came from and Jim gives him a blank look and Luke has a moment of horrible revelation: he’s not only going to have to scrounge up some teaching ability, he’s going to have to comb an entire Federation for Force-sensitives. When the nav officer—Chekov—sees the look of appalled shock on his face and politely offers brandy, with the additional remark that the Captain can have that effect, Luke takes him up on it.
  

Luke does not know how he’s going to get around to DOING that - searching through a whole Federation and then teaching the people he finds to use the Force. Luke kind of wants to cry a little. (the Vulcans are - a whole ‘nother bag of Loth-cats that Luke is going to poke when he is SOBER, okay, but right now the brandy is calling his name.)

(years later, Jim has his very own lightsaber, not that he uses it very much outside of “glorified laser cutter”. he runs into Luke at a Federation-Republic thing and one thing led to another and they’re going to check out an ancient Jedi temple now - with a full expedition team by the Federation’s insistence bc they’re all about exploring new things and this is a New Thing and Luke does not actually mind - he is SO EXCITED, the nerd.)

Bones takes one look at the Millennium Falcon - held together by spit, duct tape, prayers and the Force - and immediately starts screaming internally. he can list about fifteen things off the top of his head that could happen to the inhabitants of this ship should this thing finally give out, and also ten viral diseases that this could possibly be carrying from its history of smuggling, how have any of you SURVIVED in this hunk of junk.

(“HEY,” yells Han, Offended.

“true,” says Leia, affectionately patting the walls.)

Artoo is having the time of his life onboard the Enterprise, by the way. Sulu walks in on him beeping away on the bridge, plugged into the console. is he having a conversation with the Enterprise? (he most definitely is.)

Luke eventually figures out a method to hash through Star Fleet for Jedi, and ends up with a surprising number. To his joy, they’re not all human (to his equal dismay, easily half are Vulcan). He ends up with a whole academy and is the Republic’s first diplomat who stays there out of necessity. But only for half a year. He reasons he needs to search for Jedi in his own galaxy as well.

Years later, Luke’s Federation personal apprentice becomes a full Jedi and takes over teaching at the Federation, so Luke can focus on the sudden influx of Republic Jedi students. Among them is one Ben Solo. And when Ben goes on a rampage, the Federation Jedi hear, because they just lost students from a cultural exchange. And the Federation is Pissed. Luke’s former Federation apprentice grabs Luke as soon as they can get there, and drags his depressed ass across the galaxy looking for Ben. They find him and arrest him and his storm troopers (and find Vader’s half melted helmet on a veritable alter, to which Luke is seriously disturbed) with permission from both the Federation and the Republic.

(He happened to be away from the main First Order ship he’s been apart of, much to the Republic’s dismay.)

Among the troopers with him is one who is so tired, an outcast despite being top of the class, and he defects willingly. His first partner in the Republic is one certain pilot who refuses to use his designation, instead dubs him “Finn.”

Luke’s not-apprentice refuses to leave Luke alone, makes arrangements, and moves in with him. Together they start a new comb of the galaxy for Jedi students, coming across one desert child sleeping in a fighter. And a certain missing ship. (“You want the trash?!” The apprentice laughs. The Flacon of notorious among Star Fleet because how is that little piece of junk so agile and a main ship used in the Republic’s rebellion. How.)

skymurdock asked: Star Wars/Star Trek? pls imagine Han and Jim having the weirdest friendly rivalry ever bc Han maintains the Millennium Falcon is the Best Ship and Jim maintains the Enterprise should have that honor.

I just got out of Beyond last night and I am DRUNK on the Star Trek thing right now.  LET’S GO.  I did a little more with the crews than the ships but like.  Yeah.

• The thing about exploring space is that it’s big, but not infinite.  So sooner or later the final frontier pushes right up to the raggedy edge of a galaxy far far away.  Specifically, a ramshackle ship at the outermost edge of Republic space.  (They’re on a sort of ‘remember the good old days when the three of us plus Chewie and a couple droids were on the fucking run’ sort of trip.  Han doesn’t know why he’s doing this but sure, Leia, for old time’s sake, something like that, and Luke just looked at him and blinked and somehow the farmboy eyes still work on him after all this time.)  The Enterprise sees it on its radar and…well, to be completely honest, Spock takes one look at the readings and announces that there appears to be a ship in distress.  They go investigate—the Enterprise makes the Falcon look like a slightly haphazard guppy beside a sleek and shining whale, a sheer wall of matte white kissed with space dust.  (Inside the Falcon, everyone has a completely independent moment of holyfuckingkriff we’re going to war again before the polite text hail comes through and the ship translates the message.)

• Okay so…it turns out that Republic Standard and Federation Basic have basically nothing to do with each other, and the universal translators aren’t in the mood to translate an entirely foreign language.  The crew of the Falcon and the Enterprise away team spend a good long while cycling through every language they know (and with Uhura with them, that number is prodigious) before they figure out that there seems to be at least a degree of commonality between Bocce and Ferengi, and between an archaic Vulcan dialect that even Spock barely knows and an equally dated Naboo dialect that Leia knows a few scraps of and C-3PO knows a few more scraps of (Padmé believed in knowing her planet’s history).  They cobble together a pidgin that at least lets them introduce themselves while half the engineering team scrambles to clap together a translator.  (It takes two hours and Scotty is bursting with pride over the thing, which turns Basic into Standard and back again with no trouble at all.)

• First contact with a foreign Republic: pretty much par for the course for the Enterprise, and hey, they have a Senator of said Republic right there, so for Kirk and his crew this is going great.  They have a war hero, a general in the military, and a political figure on hand, in addition to a droid loaded with a massive amount of history and a soldier.  The Falcon’s crew is pretty much exactly the diplomatic cadre most planets send out to meet the Federation, so it doesn’t even occur to them that they’ve pretty much caught the Falcon with their pants down.  The Falcon isn’t a diplomatic vessel on the best of days, and even if it was, the Republic hasn’t made a business of making first contact with anyone in quite a long time. So when a clutch of various aliens—including humans, who aren’t so alien after all, and ain’t that a kick in the head, as Han says—in brightly colored uniforms introduces themselves as members of Star Fleet, representatives of something called the United Federation of Planets…that’s new.  Leia pushes Han out of the way with an elbow, and shuts Luke up with a glance, and does her best to look Senatorly and In Control.  

• By the end of a few hours’ meeting, there’s a tentative alliance drawn up and a friendship in place between Leia and Jim, who, Bones and Han agree, have bonded over being reckless idealists too stubbornly brave for their own health.  Spock interrogates Luke at length about the Force—fascinating, he pronounces at once—and is disappointed to find out that the Jedi have largely been wiped out will all their information.  (Luke, on the other hand, is a little dazed from the rapid-fire queries and thinks that, if all Vulcans are so emotionless, it’s probably for the best that the Jedi never met them, because can you imagine if that was the Jedi standard for emotional control.  Also, Luke is smarter than your average bantha, thanks, and knows a telepath when he sees one, so he makes a mental note to look into testing the Vulcans for Force-sensitivity, if he can figure out how the hell to do it.)  Uhura corners 3PO and commands him to start teaching her Republic Standard.  She makes terrifying progress, and also learns enough Shyriiwook to understand Chewbacca’s careful and kind farewell (C-3PO is in love, he’s never met someone so brilliant in his entire existence, he almost follows her home like a lost puppy).

• Regarding the ships: Jim is very polite about the Falcon because there’s just no point in being rude about other people’s ships when yours is so evidently the best in the universe—honestly, if Han tried to insult his ship, Jim’s response would be a blank expression and “Are you blind?  We can have Bones look at that.”  Han grumbles a bit, but he’s not an idiot, and the Falcon is a damn good ship, he mutters, even if she’s not flashy.  (It should be noted that, here, ‘not flashy’ means ‘occasionally unwilling to hit hyperspeed without some serious antics,’ which is kind of the equivalent of saying, about a car, that ‘not flashy’ means ‘hope you don’t want a second gear that works all the time.’)  So the two captains get along pretty well, because if there’s anyone that Han Don’t-Tell-Me-The-Odds Solo is going to click with, it’s Jim Rules-What-Rules Kirk. Scotty, on the other hand, is apoplectic the first time he hears Han compare the Falcon to the Enterprise.  That bucket of bolts!  Falling apart at the seams!  Compared to his lady!  The Falcon is unworthy to pass through her ion wake! Chekov sees the Chief of Engineering puff up and Jim shoots him a look, and Chekov claps a hand over Scotty’s mouth, towing him out of the room with Sulu.  Han’s back is turned and the nod Luke gives, to say nothing of the hidden smirk, suggests that he won’t be telling, so Jim has avoided, once more, starting a diplomatic incident because of Scotty’s determination to defend the Enterprise’s honor.  This is a fairly regular occurrence, and a large part of the reason that Scotty is on probation from diplomatic missions.

• Bonus sixth headcanon: Jim is the most fucking Force-sensitive.  They find this out because Luke, still half-trained and a bit prone to error, brushes a brief mental probe across his mind and gets thrown out with all the violence of hitting warp three from a dead halt.  Luke asks where his mental shields came from and Jim gives him a blank look and Luke has a moment of horrible revelation: he’s not only going to have to scrounge up some teaching ability, he’s going to have to comb an entire Federation for Force-sensitives. When the nav officer—Chekov—sees the look of appalled shock on his face and politely offers brandy, with the additional remark that the Captain can have that effect, Luke takes him up on it.
  

A 5 Headcanons request from @littlestartopaz. “Okay, let’s see…. New Star Trek world, where old Kirk came through with old Spock.”

Oh my God I love it, it would be a mess, we’re gonna do double headcanons for it, I love these guys.  We’re gonna need a read-more on this sucker, and I swear to God that this is only ten headcanons, but it got so out of hand.

• Through methods unknown but probably involving the Nexus, ex-Admiral James T. Kirk got snatched off the bridge of the Enterprise just before the collapse that would have killed him, and between one blink and another he’s on a sleek silver-and-white ship with an elderly Vulcan at the controls, bursting out of…what, a black hole? Maybe he’s dead after all, because what the fuck.

• “Who the hell are you?” Kirk blurts before he can think it through, and the Vulcan spins around like…well, like a human, startled and alarmed.
• “Jim?” the Vulcan demands after a long pause, and that look of unsuccessfully repressed shock is familiar.
• “Spock?” Kirk half-shouts.  And then they’re being sucked into a giant tentacled ship and it’s suddenly very hard to figure out what’s going on, what with the swarms of Romulans and everything.  

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