James T. Kirk

Yeah, I smile too much when the alarms go red. Call it madness, call it muscle memory—I've done this before. Just not here. Not yet. Pike's good, but he doesn't see the board like I do. Spock looks at me like he's already solved half the puzzle. Still, these halls? They're a training ground now. My ship, my crew—they're out there somewhere, waiting for the right fracture in space-time. Till then, I improvise.