Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Three
AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader
Chapter Three: After the Academy
Summary: (Y/N) and Spock have become friends and run a simulation for a very strange cadet, Cadet Kirk.
“Cadet Kirk is trying the Kobayashi Maru again?” said (Y/N), walking towards the testing observation room with Spock. “This is the third time.”
A few years had passed since their first meeting. Spock and (Y/N) had, surprisingly, become friends. Well, it had been a surprise to everyone else, but to them, it made perfect sense. (Y/N) could sense emotions, yes, but they were very logical and intelligent. Spock respected that. And because Spock saw beyond the labels others had put on them, (Y/N) respected him. The two were known for working very well together and being an efficient, effective team.
“It appears so,” said Spock. “He still has not understood the true test of the program.”
(Y/N) sighed and shook their head. “He gets frustrated, not scared. He has the intelligence and resourcefulness to do well—after all, he started a year after Uhura but caught up—but this is the one thing he hasn’t understood yet.”
Spock nodded in agreement. “Perhaps a third loss will teach him the psychological lesson.”
“Well, psychologically speaking, I have to admit, he’s tenacious,” said (Y/N). “Not a terrible quality.”
“We shall see what other qualities he displays this time,” said Spock.
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“We are receiving a distress signal from the U.S.S. Kobayashi Maru,” said Uhura, voice bored with the redundant situation she’d been put in since Kirk wanted to try the test for the third time. “This ship has lost power and is stranded. Starfleet Command has ordered us to rescue them.”
“ ‘Starfleet Command has ordered us to rescue them, Captain,’ ” said Kirk from his place on the fake bridge.
“I believe the human word for this bravado is ‘cocky,’ ” said Spock from behind the observation glass.
“That would be the common vernacular,” agreed (Y/N). “And his emotions confirm it.” They cocked their head. “Strange, though. He doesn’t seem worried about the results of this test at all.”
“Could it be he’s desensitized to failure now?” said Spock, considering the options.
“His had less anxiety the second time he took the test, just more frustration,” said (Y/N). “But he has absolutely none now. That doesn’t seem likely. He should still have some worry about failing.”
“Hm.” Spock laced his fingers and gazed at the test as it continued. “Let me know if his feelings change.”
“Do you think he’s up to something?” asked (Y/N).
“I do not jump to conclusions. I need more facts to make any educated hypotheses,” said Spock.
“You’re making a guess,” said (Y/N).
“No, it’s an educated hypothesis,” said Spock.
(Y/N)’s smiled in amusement and shook their head.
“Two Klingon vessels have entered the neutral zone and are locking weapons on us,” said Bones—real name Leonard McCoy—another cadet in his final year and a friend of Kirk.
“That’s okay,” said Kirk confidently.
“That’s okay?” repeated Bones incredulously.
“Yeah, don’t worry about that,” said Kirk, leaning back in his chair.
“Did he say, ‘don’t worry about it?’ ” said another test operator.
“Is he not taking the simulation seriously?” said a third.
“He’s…amused,” said (Y/N), blinking. “And happy.” They crossed their arms. “Put that together, and he’s gloating.”
“Gloating?” repeated Spock, furrowing his brow ever-so-slightly.
(Y/N) and Spock had the same thought. What could Kirk be gloating about?
“Three more Klingon warbirds decloaking and targeting out ship.” Bones looked back at Kirk and sarcastically added, “I don’t suppose this is a problem, either.”
“They’re firing, Captain,” warned another cadet.
“Alert medical Bay to prepare to receive all crew members from the damaged ship,” said Kirk, calm and nonchalant as ever.
“And do you expect us to rescue them when we’re surrounded by Klingons, ‘Captain?’ ” pointed out Uhura.
Kirk just spun around in his chair. “Alert Medical.”
“Our ship is being hit. Shields at sixty percent,” warned Bones.
“I understand,” said Kirk.
“Well, should we, I don’t know, fire back?” said Bones.
“No,” said Kirk, pulling out an apple and taking a bite.
“Of course not,” muttered Bones.
The lights on all the displays flickered. (Y/N) frowned. That wasn’t in the program. Spock had it running smoothly. Any glitches were when he improved it and tested it himself. For cadets, it was efficient and timed to perfection.
“What is this? What’s going on?” wondered the confused test operators.
“Spock, is this a new part of the test? Equipment failure?” said (Y/N).
“I would have informed you beforehand. You know that,” said Spock.
“I do,” said (Y/N). “But then that leaves us the question…what is going on?”
The computers came back on, and the cadets looked around in confusion before focusing on the readouts (Uhura was the first to concentrate, which (Y/N) noticed proudly).
“Arm photons. Prepare to fire on the Klingon warbirds,” said Kirk.
“Yes, sir,” said a cadet.
“Jim, their shields are still up,” said Bones.
Kirk took a bite of his apple. “Are they?” His amusement grew.
Bones turned to look at his readout, and his face fell into an expression of shock. “No, they’re not.”
“Fire on all enemy ships,” ordered Kirk cheerfully. “One photon each should do. Let’s not waste ammunition.”
“Target locked and acquired on all warbirds. Firing,” said another cadet.
On the displays, the Klingon warbirds exploded as they were hit by photons. Kirk mimed pistols as he chewed his apple.
“All ships destroyed, Captain,” said Uhura in a mix of being impressed, frustrated, and shocked.
Kirk stood up. “So, we have managed to eliminate all enemy ships, no one onboard was injured, and the successful rescue of the Kobyashi Maru crew is underway.” He took another bite of apple and looked at the test operators smugly.
“How the hell did that kid beat your test?” said an operator, turning to question the programmer himself.
“I do not know,” said Spock.
(Y/N) didn’t need to sense his emotions to know he was frustrated. Spock didn’t like not knowing.
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“It isn’t possible to beat your test. It’s designed to demonstrate failure,” said (Y/N).
“And yet Cadet Kirk did,” said Spock. “I don’t believe there is a flaw in the current program, but I must investigate every possibility.” He was running through the code as they spoke. “There.” He tapped on the code. “A subroutine. Recently installed.”
“I suspect—hypothesize—it was by Kirk,” said (Y/N). “He wasn’t surprised by the change in the test and wasn’t worried beforehand. That suggests he knew about it.” They crossed their arms. “It was clever, but it’s cheating.”
“Indeed,” said Spock, nodding.
Between his discovery of the subroutine and (Y/N)’s deductions—which made logical sense even from their empathic observations—they had all the evidence they needed to convene a hearing. Spock was fortunate to have (Y/N) as his partner in his work. Their skill and hard work made everything easier. Better.
“We should go and submit our claim, then,” said (Y/N), turning to leave.
“(L/N),” said Spock. “Thank you for your assistance. You did not need to stay after the test while I examined the code, but you helped my conclusions with your observations.”
“Of course, Spock,” said (Y/N), smiling. Their chest warmed at Spock’s thanks. “You’re my friend. I wanted to support you since people were doubting your work. Wrongfully, but still.”
“Your support was appreciated,” said Spock, nodding.
“It was no problem,” said (Y/N), smiling. “But Spock, come on, I’ve told you to call me ‘(Y/N).’ ”
“It isn’t formal,” said Spock.
“We’re friends,” said (Y/N). “That isn’t formal.” They grinned and started the walk out of the room.
Spock paused a moment before following. There was nothing to argue there. Spock and (Y/N) were friends.
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“This session has been called to resolve a troubling matter,” said the head of the disciplinary committee, still Barnett.
This time, everyone had been called to the hearing, likely because this situation was much more egregious for the academy as a whole. Cheating was unacceptable. Cadets whispered to one another, but the murmurs quieted as the head of the committee spoke. (Y/N) sat beside Spock, reading for the hearing to begin.
“James T. Kirk, step forward,” said Barnett.
All heads went to the cadet in question, whose face fell. Kirk stood and walked down to face the committee like (Y/N) had years ago.
“Cadet Kirk, evidence has been submitted to this council suggesting that you violated the ethical code of conduct pursuant to Regulation 17.43 of the Starfleet code,” continued Barnett. “Is there anything you care to say before you begin, sir?”
“Yes, I believe I have the right to face my accuser directly,” said Kirk.
The head of committee looked at (Y/N) and Spock and nodded to them. They rose, and (Y/N) felt the ripple of surprise from those that knew of (Y/N) and Spock.
“Step forward,” said Barnett.
Spock and (Y/N) headed down to the other podium at the center of the hearing room.
“This is Commander Spock and Lieutenant Commander (L/N). They are two of our most distinguished graduates,” explained Barnett. “Commander Spock has programmed the Kobayashi Maru exam for the last four years. Lieutenant (L/N) currently works with psychics in the Academy.” He looked at Spock and (Y/N). “State your case.”
“Cadet Kirk, you somehow managed to install and activate a subroutine in the programming code, thereby changing the conditions of the test,” said Spock.
“You are undoubtedly the culprit since you requested the third test and had no surprise when the test changed. You knew it was coming from the beginning,” said (Y/N). “No nerves, no surprise.”
“Your point being?” said Kirk.
“In academic vernacular, you cheated,” said Barnett.
Kirk didn’t back down from the sharp down. “Let me ask you something I think we all know the answer to: the test itself is a cheat, isn’t it? I mean, you programmed it to be unwinnable.”
“Your argument precludes the possibility of a no-win scenario,” said Spock.
“I don’t believe in no win scenarios,” said Kirk firmly.
“Then not only did you violate the rules, but you failed to understand the principal lesson,” said Spock.
What a repartee, thought (Y/N).
“Please, enlighten me,” said Kirk.
“You of all people should know, Cadet Kirk, a captain cannot cheat death,” said Spock. The reference to Kirk’s father was clear.
Kirk swallowed, and (Y/N) felt the pressure of profound grief wave over them.
“I of all people?” he said.
“Your father, Lieutenant George Kirk, assumed command of his vessel before being killed in action, did he not?” said Spock.
Spock, that was a low blow, thought (Y/N), giving him a look.
Spock noticed it and avoided their gaze. He never liked when they were upset at him.
“I don’t think you like the fact that I beat your test,” said Kirk, his sadness sharpening to anger.
“Cadet Kirk,” said (Y/N). “You didn’t beat the test. You failed to learn its lesson. Three times now. It’s not about beating it or failing it.”
“What is it about then?” said Kirk.
“Fear,” said (Y/N) simply. “A captain must learn to face fear and handle themself accordingly. You have to learn to control yourself, your ship, and your crew even when afraid.”
Silence fell over the room as Kirk processed those words.
“Excuse me, sir,” said an officer, walking in from outside the chamber. He broke the quiet tension. He walked up with a report to Barnett.
Worry clouded his aura, and (Y/N) frowned. Barnett’s emotions changed to concern and confusion, and (Y/N) tensed. Something was going on.
“We have received a distress call from Vulcan,” said Barnett.
(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and Spock straightened. His expression didn’t change, but they had known him long enough to see he was concerned. It was his home.
“With our primary fleet engaged in the Laurentian system, I hereby report all cadets to report to Hangar One immediately,” said Barnett. He stood. “Dismissed.”
Everyone followed suit and rushed towards Hangar One. Spock was the first one to begin moving, and (Y/N) hurried after him.
“Are you alright?” they asked.
“I must ensure my assigned ship is well-staffed for the trip to Vulcan,” said Spock. “Then I—we—can handle the distress call.”
(Y/N) nodded. He was focusing on the issue at hand. That was Spock’s way of dealing with problems.
“Whatever ship I’m on, I’ll do the same. We’ll be able to face this,” said (Y/N) assuredly.
“You’ll be on the Enterprise as well,” said Spock. “You’re efficient and skilled. You’ll be needed.” And if (Y/N) was with him, if there was trouble, he could keep an eye on them. He didn’t want them to be put in harm’s way where he couldn’t help them.
“And I’ll do my best,” said (Y/N), smiling at Spock. “I can help with staffing so it’s not all on your shoulders.”
Spock nodded. He was glad (Y/N) always concentrated on the tasks at hand. They were an excellent officer. “You handle communications and command. I’ll handle medical staff and science officers.”
“Spock,” said (Y/N), pausing. He stopped, and (Y/N) touched his arm gently, supportively. “Whatever’s happening, I’m with you, alright? I’m here to help.”
Spock looked at their hand. There was a subtle warmth from their hand on his arm, and although he knew they would never use their abilities on him without permission, he felt calmer knowing they were there.
He nodded. “Thank you, (Y/N).”
(Y/N) smiled. “Of course, Spock.”
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