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Rating might go up, depending on my mood as I write this... you never know. Please feel free to review this! Constructive criticism only though please, I'm only human...

I'll try and stick to character... although that might change slightly. I don't know... again it will change as I write...

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Every possible alarm that could possibly go off was going off. Those that were still alive were running around, helping the injured or dead or trying to fix the impossible amount of tasks that there were. Something had happened, goodness knows what. But something major had happened. First it was the warp engines, then the fuel drives and then… well then it was everything. Explosions, sparks, screams, death, computer failures, system crashes… The Captain. The Captain was dead. Died after his console exploded into his chest. The first officer had tried to help, but he was also dead. In fact everyone of great importance was dead, at least all those on the bridge. It wasn't supposed to be this way; this wasn't even an exploration mission. All it was supposed to be was delivery of cargo. Just specialised cargo that nobody actually knew much about, other than it wasn't supposed to explode. At least the cargo wasn't the problem. Or at least for now it wasn't…

Nobody had noticed the fact that one of the alarms that was going off belonged to the specialised cargo. There was too much going on everywhere else for anyone, even the now deceased captain to notice. Among the ruckus of everything, nobody noticed the tall, dark stranger walking out of the cargo hold and towards the main bridge. The few survivors thought he was just another crew member, but he couldn't be. He was too calm, too poised and too ready to talk control of everything. As if he was somehow superior to everyone left over. And he was… they didn't know it because their minds were on other things. But he was superior to the simple humans in every way but one. The cargo didn't feel emotion, or at least not towards strangers. His family was everything, admittingly. He would do anything for his family and that meant killing anyone who got in his way. But other than that, he would not show mercy. He could crush a man's skull with his bare hands – has done so in the past.

The man stepped onto the bridge, not seeming to notice the sparks and the shaking of the room. He noticed the woman in the red dress, clutching her head but still clinging onto the nearest chair, as if she had been attempting to sort out the chaos. That thought alone made the man laugh. How weak the normal humans were, how easily they could die at the hands of a simple machine, let alone at the hands of another man.

Khan was awake.

And he wants his revenge.