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February 18, 2012
At that, Mittens leaped from his climber and thumped softly on the Great Seal, between Spock and the Resolute desk — and McCoy's body.
 
“Vulcan, you’re surprisingly sentimental. You misunderstand. My father’s empire is but a political construction. A name. Times change, names change.”

Mittens scented the guard.

“Coward,” he rumbled. “Watch and learn.”

Mittens popped his claws, kneaded the darkening blue carpet. 

(“Dammit Jim, I’m a doctor, not a veter — well, hell…”)

“What is an empire, Vulcan? Just control, yes? Just an understanding, more often than not enforced by boot and bat, between we, the strong, and you, the weak...”