March, 2284, Starfleet Central Commons, San Francisco

He appeared in the skies above Admiralty Hall, merely floating there. Komack the turncoat shook his head.

"We can't even get him on monitors. Its not just his telepathy, this time. No one else can even see him."

Bunson, the monster, shrugged her noncomittal shrug.

"At least he can't grow even more powerful. Strong. Luscious. If only he were a blonde...."

The air around the floating figure exploded, as his hair began to glow, arcing golden at times, while his brown eyes turned a hellish green. Cartwright, the master bigot, pulled on his collar and sought to deny the threat.

"We--we have a working truce. In theory. He'd never attack The Hall for fear of what our appointed successors would do. In theory. Our psi-supressors and shields should turn away almost any attack...."

Energies began to swirl around the screaming Peter Kirk, and a huge powerball formed between his hands.

"ka-mE-Ha-ME------"

One of the other admirals tried to deal with it all.

"Okay. He's still Starfleet. I mean, if James Kirk had those abilities, would he attack Admralty Hall?"

Cartwright asked for a phaser, and shot this man. Twice. In the head.

"Everyone down!!! He's going to do it!!!"

But just then, the figure vanished. The blood pressure of The Admiralty took days to go down.

Back at The Vulcan Embassy, Sarek tapped his fingers as Peter returned. the younger Kirk merely shrugged.

"Hey, don't blame me. Blame Sam and Aurelan. They never bought me any toys to play with."

Just then, Saavik walked in with the newest Warp 10 racing set. Sarek nearly glared. She shook her head.

"What?!!"

(For those new to the AD Alt. Univ., PK, Saav, and Sarek are involved  in a deadly and brutal war with a rabidly xenophobic Starfleet Command; I do pieces like this to break up the storyline's grim nature)