A.N.i got a really good review from someone that gave me a lot of feedback on how i should do this. so this is a REALLY long story in an alternate timeline (no idea when it would take place). it has a LOT of heroes scenes in it (because Sylar/mother scenes fit what i was shooting for) and firefly scenes since this is sort of a cross over. reviews are welcome (any and all). i know that this is sometimes a little slow and repetitive and confusing, but bear with me: i came up with this in the middle of the night and just went with it. basically: what happens if reavers and romulans under a rogue admiral try and create their own "river tam" (who is spock's daughter). And of course the Enterprise isn't far behind. Battles and bloody chaos ensues and this is rated T+++++++ for reaver related blood and gore. you know what i mean if you're a fellow browncoat who aims to misbehave. enjoy!
STAR TREK: Forever and Always, Ha'su
"Captain, I'm receiving no signal from Sinclair 12," said Lt. Uhura, looking up from the communications console, her fingers stretched across the controls. She reached up and lightly touched the transmitter in her ear.
"Open all hailing frequencies, Lt. Uhura," said Kirk leaning forward in his seat, gazing intently at the planet they were in orbit about: the desert planet of Sinclair 12. Uhura shook her dark head.
"All hailing frequencies have been open, captain. I opened them as soon as the planet didn't respond to our hail." Kirk nodded in acknowledgement.
"Very well, Lt. Keep trying." Uhura nodded and pressed several buttons.
"Captain-" began Uhura. The whole bridge turned to her. She seemed to be zoned out, staring at something no one could see before her.
"Yes, Lieutenant?" asked Kirk, rising and walking over to her.
'It was a brief transmission, sir..." she looked at Kirk. "Brief, captain, but unmistakable: 'Help'." She reached over to the control panel and pressed a few buttons. "It's a..." a perplexed look came over her African complexion. "A child's voice, captain. Cut off almost immediately."
Captain's log Star Date 2341.12: Lt. Uhura has picked up a single word distress call from science outpost Sinclair 12. A monthly check up on this new colony has become mandatory, but we are receiving no further transmissions. Something has obviously gone wrong on the planet's surface. We can only hope that it isn't as bad as it is coming off at the moment.
"Mr. Spock," said Kirk walking over to the science station. "Sensor readings."
"Yes, captain." Spock straightened and faced Kirk. "There seems to be an immense sandstorm over the colony, captain. The sensor readings are likely to be inaccurate."
"Doesn't matter, Spock. Just give me a general idea of what's happening down there," said Kirk, walking back to the captain's chair. He pressed one of the many white buttons on the arm of the seat.
"Kirk to sick bay."
"McCoy here."
"Bones, report to the bridge immediately. I'll fill you in once you get here. Kirk out."
"Captain, the sensor readings say that there is little to no life on the colony," said Spock, turning to look at Kirk. "The transmission seems to have come from the central command center." The door opened and McCoy walked in.
"Bones," said Kirk, gesturing him over to Lt. Uhura. "Listen to that transmission. It's a child, and I'd like to know what gender and a rough estimate of age." McCoy leaned forward, listening on Uhura's transmitter intently.
"It's a girl, Jim," said McCoy, looking up. "She's whispering so it's hard to determine her age. I'd say between ten and fourteen." Kirk's brow furrowed and he nodded. He hit another button.
"Scotty, prepare to beam eight down to the surface. You have the comm." Kirk turned to the bridge crew. "Mr. Burns take over Uhura's post. Spock, Bones, Yeoman...come with me. Maintain orbit, Mr. Sulu."
"Aye, Captain," said the Chinese navigator. The landing party followed Kirk into the turbolift and they started down to the deck with the transporter room. Three security ensigns joined them and they all attached phasers to their waists and hung tricorders on their shoulders.
"Energize, Scotty."
"Energizing, captain." The world faded to darkness as a strange tingling sensation filled their bodies.
Sand blew about them and the landing party raised their arms to shield their eyes, noses, and mouths. Spock squinted his eyes and scanned the desert landscape. He was used to this terrain.
"There!" he yelled to the others, gesturing to a massive, sand covered building. The landing party stumbled after the tall Vulcan, determined not to lose sight of the tall, broad figure. They stopped before two heavy metal doors and together Spock and one of the ensigns pulled them open. As they swung outward, waves of cool air hit them in the face, a pleasant contrast for the humans to the dry heat of the desert. The ensign walked in, followed by Uhura, Spock, Kirk, Yeoman Tamura, Bones, and the last two ensigns. Outside, the wind howled and the air was punctuated by the heavy breathing of the adrenaline filled landing party; the hall lights flickered on and off in irregular patterns, never staying on for longer than a second.
"I don't like this, Jim," McCoy muttered lowly. "Reminds me of a tomb."
"Easy, Bones, Don't frighten the women," returned Kirk in the same fashion. McCoy raised an eyebrow as his brave captain looked around himself in a slightly nervous way. Suddenly, the air was shattered with a hysterical scream of fright from Uhura and the young ensign in the lead shouted, startled.
"What happened? Lieutenant, are you alright?" called Jim, pushing to the front of the line, phaser drawn. Uhura, shaking like a leaf, was clinging to Tamura and both were staring at each other, terrified. Spock glanced once at them and gazed ahead, his expression sober. Kirk followed his gaze.
"My God!" breathed Bones, gazing at the sight that had been the source of all of the emotion. A dead and mutilated man hung by his wrists in the middle of the hall. The doctor stepped forward and examined the corpse. "Primitive weapons, Jim. I'd say that the indigenous came in and killed this man. Judging by the work they did on him, I don't think they left any one else alive."
"Affirmative, captain," said Tamura, her Chinese accent strong. "Tricorder readings show that there is no sign of life here. Whoever was alive when we arrived in orbit..." she trailed off.
"Spock, help me get him down." Spock gently led Uhura and Tamura to a farther back position, and he felt slight apprehension at the numb look in Uhura's eyes. Together, the two men got the man down and Spock knew Kirk well enough to know that that small expletive drawn from him at such a low level meant something else had gone wrong.
"Damn."
"What is it, Captain?" asked Spock. "Do you recognize him as well?" Jim nodded sadly.
"It's Seytar...The doctor. We spoke to him not an hour ago." Spock nodded, his demeanor even more somber than ever before. Kirk shook his head. "Poor man."
"Jim, we have to move on. Seytar may be dead, but there may be some who are still alive," protested Bones. As soon as he finished talking, the lights stopped flickering and stayed on.
"Oh my god!" gasped Uhura. Spock seemed to freeze in time, and the rest of the mens' expressions were ones of horror. Everyone except Spock drew their phasers and pointed them at the new scene.
"Bones...this is a tomb," whispered Kirk hoarsely. The hall widened to a bigger room that appeared to be a recreational room. The door still bore signs of scorch marks and gouges in the metal. Inside, bars could be seen blocking the entrance. But it hadn't been enough. In the small crack of the open door was an entire room, covered in bodies.
Captain's log, supplementary, star date: same. The colony of Sinclair 12 seems to have been wiped out. By who or what, we aren't sure. Logs and records suddenly stopped and it seems as if the weapons used were primitive. We have families here with children, but they are too young to have been the one who signaled us. Despite the room and surrounding walls that the attack took place in, the whole base is in perfect condition. No one entering from the front would have been able to tell that there was a massacre here.
The door was stuck fast with who knows what, but Spock and Ensign Forest eventually body-slammed it, knocking it off its hinges. Cautiously, they entered the room. Fifty to seventy of the ninety members of the colony lay scattered across the room as if some giant hand had carelessly thrown them around. Children, women, and men lay in tangled messes and blood hadn't even dried on their wounds.
"Captain?" asked Uhura, kneeling by a young boy at the end of the hall. She hadn't noticed him when they first came in, he was so small and curled up in the corner. "How could anyone do this? Kill innocent children?"
She turned the boy over and felt a sense of nausea come over her. If he had been human, he would have looked like this child she thought, frightened. She looked up and Kirk followed her gaze between the boy and the first officer. Understanding dawned in his eyes.
"It's not him, Nyota. Not him," he whispered. She nodded numbly. "And trust me, whoever did this will pay for this genocide with his life. Or they will pay with their lives."
"Captain!" called the youngest ensign, Forest. He was standing before a dark side room. "I think I saw something mov-" he shouted in surprise and pain as a spear shaft plunged into his chest. He fell to the ground and a limping, but still agile, mutilated humanoid leaped out of the room. He was covered in strange armor and had metal implanted in his face. He looked at the group of seven around him and threw himself at Kirk. In one smooth motion, he aimed and fired. The man went down and Bones quickly checked the ensign. He looked at his captain and shook his head. He moved on to the mangled creature and surprise flitted across his face.
"He's dead Jim. Your phaser was on stun. I could tell by the color of the beam. I don't know why he died, but he did." He looked at all the bloodied weaponry that was on the corpse. "I wouldn't be surprised if he killed these people."
"One man, doctor?" said Spock tilting his head and lifting an eyebrow. "Highly illogical."
"Life and death are seldom logical, you green-blooded-" Kirk decided to interrupt before this escalated.
"I agree with Spock, Bones. See here? He's injured more so than the rest of his injuries. His people probably just left him here because he would be nothing but a burden. One man alone could not have killed seventy people." He turned to the others. "Check the other rooms. And be very careful."
Everyone set off in different directions and Spock went in on his own to the communications chamber. He stepped carefully over two Sinclairians who were as mutilated and mangled as the rest and towards the controls. They were higher above the ground by seven feet in a sort of loft, and Spock had to crane his neck to see over the edge. He saw a pale arm and dark brown hair dangling over the edge of the second level. Spock pulled out his communicator.
"Spock to Captain Kirk." Kirk pulled out his communicator.
"Kirk here, are you alright?" he asked urgently.
"Yes. Jim..." the people with the captain looked around in surprise and dread. Spock only said Jim for select occasions. And those select occasions were rarely good. "I found the girl. I believe she's dead." The landing party looked at Kirk expectantly.
"Captain?" asked Spock after a moments silence.
"Here, Spock. We'll be right over. Kirk out." Jim closed the communicator and sighed. "All right, lets get over to communications control room. Seal off every room you exit."
"Jim?" asked McCoy, puzzled. He half turned to the doctor.
"We don't want anyone getting out." Then, he left, heading for the communications chamber.
"Where is she, Spock?" asked McCoy, pulling out his medical scanner.
"She is up there, doctor. I'll bring her down for you." Spock walked up the stairs to the loft followed by Kirk and one of the security officers. Gently, he knelt by the girl and grabbed her about her tiny waist. Unseen by any of them, one of the girl's eyes snapped open, glittering black in the flickering light.
There was a snarl and the girl twisted herself around, slamming the heel of her palm into the side of his face. She swept Spock's legs out from under him, and he grunted as his lip was cut against the edge of his lower teeth. She swung a booted foot into the air and kicked the tall Ensign Peterson in the side of the neck; there was a sickening crack and he fell to the floor.
Kirk stepped forward with his hands held up to show that he bore no weapon. The girl launched at him and after a series of bewildering twists and turns, Kirk was on his back, with his own phaser pointed at his chest.
That was when two blue clad arms wrapped around her and jerked her off balance. The phaser fired and missed Bones by a centimeter as the red beam flew past his face. He gave a startled shout and hit the ground, determined to stay out of firing range. Spock struggled to keep his footing, but maintained a hold on the child.
"NO! Won't get us all! Won't submit!" she screamed, fighting against the Vulcan's vice-like grip. She flung her head backwards and Spock barely dodged her sudden attack.
"Won't kill us all!" The first officer tried to administer his nerve pinch but she thrashed too much and spun around to face him. She took her chance and slammed a fist into his face, fingers bent half-way. In a daze of pain, Spock fell to the ground, lip and nose bleeding even more.
She picked up Kirk's fallen phaser and spun around to face the landing party.
"You won't get us all," she whispered, not even panting. "You can try. You can kill all the others, but you won't get me. No power in the verse...can stop me..." she trailed off and looked down at her knuckles where they were stained green by Spock's blood. Something shifted deep in the black eyes. Slowly, she released the phaser and looked at her hands in bafflement. She looked up at Spock.
"You...bastard! You killed them all. Trying to kill me wasn't enough, was it? You had to try to kill everyone. You BASTARD! MURDER! R –" She spun around as Kirk stepped forward raising the phaser threateningly.
Spock dove at her and his hand clamped down on her shoulder. The violent girl screamed in anger and she fell to the ground, laying there in a heap. Panting, Spock knelt by her and pulled her hair away from her back. A burned tattoo-like mark was branded into the back of her shoulder.
"Hell's Guard child? Here on Sinclair 12?" asked Kirk, amazed. Spock shook his head.
"No Captain. It is unlike any I've ever seen: some version of a sun." He gestured for Jim to come closer and he looked at the burned tattoo in her skin. It was a small black circle with blade like rays branching off. They looked suspiciously like klingon bat'leths that curved a bit more. Spock looked at his captain and saw the frown forming. He knew what he was thinking.
"While the rays resembled bat'leths, Jim, I don't think she has anything to do with the Klingons. I do not believe she realized that I was Vulcan. I believe she thought I was a Romulan. She was beginning to say a word that started with an 'R' before you provided that much needed distraction."
"Well, half of me is relieved that she's under, the other half wants to know what she was going to say," commented Kirk wryly. "You think it was Romulans?"
"Quite probably, Captain: she's a girl who's not stable and knows what Romulans look like. Since she has had something done to her and she's been traumatized and she seems to panic at the sight of a Romulan, it's safe to assume that she has something to do with Romulans. By the same logic, her traumatic experience is obviously going make her assume that I'm a Romulan and not a Vulcan." McCoy rose from his prone position on the ground and looked up at the Vulcan.
"Spock, I don't think anyone understood a single world that came out of that alien mouth of yours," he said in his irritated tone. "Are you trying to say since she had an unpleasant run-in with Romulans that she is going to assume that you are a Romulan, because she's traumatized?"
"I believe that is what I said, Doctor," the Vulcan answered in his serious tone. McCoy muttered darkly under his breath and added something that sounded suspiciously like "See what I mean?" Jim stepped forward.
"Spock, do you think that you could find out something about her through a mind meld?" he asked softly. Spock tilted his head ever so slightly in consideration.
"I can try captain. Although it will be risky for both sides with a mind so unstable." He gently placed his hand on the psi points of her face and felt a sense of calm settle over the room. Then, it shattered.
The girl's eyes snapped open and she screamed a terrible cry of pain and suffering and the Vulcan fell away from her, collapsing in a heap on the ground, head in his hands. The girl curled up in a ball and sobbed.
"Mr. Spock!" cried Tamura running over to kneel by the Vulcan, her tricorder and McCoy's medical instrument whirring. Spock shakily sat up and waved her hands away. His vision was swimming slightly and his head and hands ached and sharp pain shot up his body.
"I-I'm fine, ensign," he lied, "Thank you for your concern." McCoy had hurried up the stairs to kneel by the girl. He pulled out a hypo and pressed it into her arm. She immediately stopped crying and sat up, looking at McCoy, shadows of betrayal and relief chasing each other across her face. Then, her eyes rolled up into her head and she fell backwards onto the floor. But before she hit the ground, a pair of hands caught her and settled her dark head softly on the metal ground. McCoy looked up at Spock in surprise. He noticed his slight trembling.
"She has been through enough. She doesn't need to wake up with a throbbing head." McCoy picked up his instrument and waved it over the Vulcan.
"Spock, your psi activity is off the charts. What did she do to you?"
"What I said would be a risk, Doctor. Her mind...I didn't realize it would be that powerful."
"What did you get, Spock?" The Vulcan looked up at Kirk and slowly shook his head, one eyebrow raised in astonishment.
"Nothing. She shut me out. She seemed to have a sort of mental defense mechanism. All I got was extreme pain and extreme loneliness. Her mind is physically changed." He stood and faced the captain directly. "I only got one thing from her: her name."
"What was it?" asked Kirk, an undercurrent of excitement in his voice.
"Aislinn." They looked down at the girl and a sense of foreboding crept into the room, broken by the whir of McCoy's instruments. "How is she doctor?"
"She's in a bad way, Spock. It will be best that she gets into proper medical facilities as soon as possible. Jim, I can't stay here and neither can she. I've got a patient now."
"Go ahead Bones." McCoy nodded his thanks to Jim, before turning to Spock.
"Can you help me get her to sick bay? I feel more comfortable knowing that I have a strong, powerful Vulcan to back me up if she goes crazy again." The Vulcan nodded his consent and shot a questioning glance at Jim. The captain nodded.
"Go ahead, Spock. Help Bones." he pulled out his communicator. "Scotty, two to beam up."
"Aye, Captain. Which two, mae I ask?" came the scottish engineer's voice.
"Mr. Spock and Doctor McCoy. Beam immediately. Have a medical team standing by."
"Aye, captain. Nothin' too bad then?"
"No, Scotty. Energize."
"Energizing." Kirk watched in mild consternation as his two friends, the taller one carrying Aislinn, faded into nothing. Spock was more than capable of handling that girl. So why was he so worried?
