Planet Killer
By Dark-Phoenix22
Hands, he remembered the hands, grabbing him from his home. Rough and unfriendly. They took him far away from his parents and friends, stuffed in the back of a small land cruiser for hours while they travelled to…where?
Manhandled by his captors, led into a tall building through a back door he was shoved into a metal chair and bound, his hands fisted on his thighs. Fingernails bit into his palms as his head was jerked roughly back. His eyes rolled wildly as the shears buzzing over his scalp, long locks of black falling to the ground around him. Fingers traced roughly over the tribal tattoos of rank and familial status that had been injected into his skin as a baby.
'Its, him. T'Fal Sa Nero'.
A sharp blow to the face and his senses reeled. Sparks of light broke the darkness intermittently and he realized he was moving again. Being dragged through corridors, feet limp behind him, face towards the floor.
Another chair, slammed into it without grace or consideration, shoulders slammed back to touch the cool metal back. He lifted his head to consider the room. Romulans who he recognized as Elders sat in what was clearly a courthouse, silently staring at him.
Seven Elders.
The whole council.
The Speaker stood, lifting an honest-to-God paper scroll and began to speak in a steady drawl, his deep voice resonating throughout the room.
"T'Fal Sa Nero. We, the High Council of this, the Romulan Star Empire calls you to this tribunal to face these charges and receive our verdict. We find you guilty by reason of future insanity of war crimes including, cooperation with Klingons to advance their weaponry and cloaking capabilities, instigating a war with the United Federation of Planets without consultation with this council, and destroying our ancestral homeworld of Vulcan."
Dark eyes burn into the scared eyes of a child.
"It is the decision of this council that we find your future to be dangerous to allow to come to fruition. The crimes committed by your future self cannot be allowed to reoccur. Thus, we sentence…"
The scroll snapped shut.
"Death."