. . . February 2nd, 2259 . . .2:58 PM. . .

"Captain," Spock said. "We have been given the go-ahead."

Jim looked over from the view screen toward Spock.

"I told you so." Jim said.

They were already in space heading for Generations.

"Eight-nine percent chance we would have gotten the go-ahead while we were visiting the planet in orbit." Spock said.

Jim smirked.

"Just admit it, you were wrong." Jim said.

"I never said I was going to be right," Spock said. "There was ten point zero-zero percent chance we would have got the go-ahead before arriving."

Jim had a short chuckle turning his head away.

They had hijacked a space pirate's ship and easily convinced the crew to join by telling them that if they helped then they would be given pardons for whatever crimes they did before but not any that they did afterwards. Spock was stunned mostly because that would only happen if they saved the goddamn world or the universe not just lives. Spock had taken the young captain in private and asked if he were on any drugs.

"Not at the moment," Jim replied. "Are you?"

"Certain drugs are illogical for me to use due to my Vulcan half." Spock said.

"I am not on anything, Spock," Jim said. "If we want a ship then we need to give them a reason to. We can tell them that we were lying after Star Fleet has acquired them and sends them to a penal colony somewhere in. . . " He swayed his hand. "Pennsylvania."

"There is no penal colony in Pennsylvania." Spock said.

"You get the drift." Jim said.

"I do not get your drift, captain." Spock said.

"Spock, you get the point." Jim said.

"Oh," Spock said. "Why didn't you just say so."

Jim groaned rubbing his forehead.

"I am going back and you are going to agree with any word I say," Jim said. "Your endangered race could be even more harmed if we don't help!"

With that Jim went back to the small crowd of people.

"Yours could go extinct." Spock muttered.