James T. Kirk

Chapter 28: Kevetdutar Spock of Vulcan

Chapter 28: Kevetdutar Spock of Vulcan

Exactly 32 minutes after they left Bunker Hill, Scotty pulled the gigantic Rolls in front of the Pavilion. He was dressed exactly as a chauffer should be, complete with flat black hat which he tipped as he opened the car door so that Kevet-dutar Spock of Vulcan could exit.

Spock did not spare Scotty a glance as he strode into the Pavilion, an air of superiority surrounding him more fully than the glittering silver and black cape he had assumed with his new title. Spock went directly to the discreet counter labeled "Diplomats / Emissaries." He stopped several feet short of the actual counter, turning to look down his aristocratic nose at Scotty. Scotty hurried up to the counter, his body language displaying the acknowledgment of his error in keeping the Ambassador waiting.

"Sir," the middle aged middle eastern man said to Scotty when he stood just in front of the counter. The man, whose name tag read Jamal, looked past Scotty, taking in Spock, his eyes widening in surprise. Or possibly apprehension. "In what manner may we assist you?"

"Kevet-dutar Spock has reserved the penthouse," Scotty said in a tone that clearly implied they should have known that before they even asked.

"I… there…. an error has been made," Jamal said, shaking his head.

"An error?" Scotty said, glancing anxiously over his shoulder. "The penthouse is not ready for the Kevet-dutar?"

"The penthouse is not available to the Ambassador," Jamal reluctantly stated.

Spock barely looked effected by the news as he approached the desk and the nearly quivering man. "I have the penthouse reserved," Spock said in a tone that indicated that he could own the penthouse if he decided that's what he wanted.

"Sir," Jamal responded, looking over his own shoulder. "The penthouse is occupied."

"That is not possible," Spock informed him evenly. "I have it reserved for the next two weeks. I had intended to arrive yesterday and was delayed."

Jamal shook his head, a line of sweat popping out on his upper lip. "Wait, please, Ambassador. I will return shortly."

Spock raised one imperious eyebrow, scanning the opulent lobby with an expression of utter disdain and clear dismissal. He stood completely still, his hands clasped behind his back as he waited.

"I'm so sorry, Ambassador," Scotty said, wringing his hands. "I should have double-checked."

"Yes you should have," Spock responded in as haughty a voice as anyone had ever heard. It practically dripped ice onto the immaculate marble floor. He watched impassively as another, older man approached the counter.

"Ambassador," the second man said. His name tag read Umar Khalif, General Manager.

"Yes," Spock acknowledged, studying the man with dangerously dark eyes.

"There has been some error," Khalif said.

"On your part," Spock said in a cold voice.

"Quite possibly. However, the penthouse is not available."

"Because I have it reserved," Spock said.

"We have no record of your reservation," Khalif told him regretfully.

Spock snapped his fingers and Scotty produced a tidy index card on which was written a confirmation number. Scotty handed the card to Khalif who accepted it, his eyes widening. He showed it to the first man who shook his head and pulled out a tray which contained a keyboard. He typed in the confirmation, his eyes growing even wider at the results.