Helmut Berger plays the title role as a loner tormented by unrequited love for his cousin, Empress Elisabeth of Austria Romy Schneideran obsession with the music of Richard Wagner, and excessive state-funded expenditures.
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The very presence of James Tiberius Kirk swayed worlds, bending logic and reason however he saw fit. His secrets were buried so deeply that he could count on two hands the amount of people he had told about his turbulent and unforgiving past.
His record was far from clean and though the Admirals of Starfleet had turned a blind eye in order to let him take command, he knew that someday, his history was going to come back around to haunt him.
No matter how far he flew or how many lives he saved, he could never escape from the scars of his past. Sooner or later, he would have to face his worst fears.
He could only hope that when it happened, he would be strong enough to make it through it just one more time. The Enterprise had been ordered to negotiate a trade with Nayah — a planet that was being considered as a new addition to the Federation.
In his usual flair, Jim managed to get him and Spock arrested within the first day: Jim was still covered from head-to-toe in dirt and grime with Bones hovering next to him with a scowl on his face. The rest of his Command crew was also in a similar state as the grumpy doctor, and with good reason.
Sulu and Spock were just as disheveled as Jim, their uniforms torn and scratched and their expressions halfway between exasperation and incredulity.
Chekov and Scotty both looked as though Jim made their day like he usually did while Uhura was torn between slapping Jim in the face and bashing her own against the wall repeatedly.
Spock raised an eyebrow. Jim laughed, the sound bright and light. How did you know? You and Spock were buried in two separate graves. I had to choose who to save first. You think I was happy about that? Jim looked down at his dirty state.
There was no time to scramble and hide, least of all from Pike. Put him on screen, Uhura. The rest of you, stations.
Instantly, Jim felt his stomach clench. There was a hardened look on his mentor, but Jim could see the fear, panic, and hurt bleeding out.
He plastered a polite smile onto his face and nodded. The word felt foreign as it rolled off his tongue; it had been a while since Jim had called Pike by his title.
With Jim, it was always strike first before any harm could be done to him. He watched those blue eyes stare at him with wariness and distrust and though it pained him, Pike could only steel himself for the news he was about to dole out. Pike had always been someone they could count on and be on their side — he was someone that Jim considered a father-figure, and that alone spoke volumes.
For him to suddenly be so cold could only mean that trouble was on the rise. Jim stood, his movements too controlled. By the time the crew turned to stare at Jim in disbelief and confusion, Jim was already gone from the Bridge. He took a deep breath. My crew is probably listening in. She started to type frantically, but nothing she did could bring back that ongoing conversation.
Spock was just as baffled as the rest of them. It was like the world was coming to an end. He pulled his PADD that was on the table towards him. He made sure that it had wiped out any connections Uhura, Chekov, or Spock could have implanted before setting the device back onto the wooden surface.
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