no but imagine mirror!kirk also going through tarsus iv and when he finally gets away the light has been switched off behind his eyes and he is angry, so fucking angry; he spends the next few years working his way up in the empire’s ranks until he finally has his own ship, his own ruthless little army, until he is finally, finally strong enough to fight back
because in all those years he hasn’t forgotten the names of any of the kodos’ men, has kept the criss-cross of scars left by their whips as a personal reminder of his goal. and he won’t stop until each and every one of them has felt his knives and his fists, until every one of them knows the taste of rot as well as he does.
james kirk becomes a name whispered in the dark spaces between stars, in places where the shadows drip down filthy walls. james kirk becomes a black hole, a star collapsed in on itself into nothing. james kirk will tear you to shreds and leave your guts on display.
kirk’s name means fear, icy cold in the pit of your stomach, gagging you, shattering you. and no one will ever forget that again.
He was in love with his colleague Hikaru Sulu. He wanted to torture Sulu, kept Sulu a prisoner, made Sulu only belong to him. But his colleague was too smart, and too crafty. He cannot catch him. In a coincidence, he met another Sulu, from a world in which everyone is so kind and honest.