I am Lieutenant Commander Ben Finney. I was an instructor at Starfleet Academy when James Kirk was a midshipman. We became good friends, so much so that I named my daughter Jamie after Kirk. Later, we both were assigned to the U.S.S. Republic, Ensign Kirk relieved me on watch and found a circuit open to the atomic matter piles that might have blown up the ship if it had not been closed. He should have just closed the damn thing a shut his hole. I would have bought him a brew and thanked him but no Kirk closed the switch and logged the incident, causing me to draw a reprimand and then be moved to the bottom of the promotion list. I was ticked off about the incident for years, although I later accepted a position as records officer aboard the Enterprise under Kirk's command. In 2267, I staged my own death in an unsuccessful attempt to frame Kirk for murder. I will have my revenge.
