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A/N: Special Thanks to my Awesome Beta Tkeyla!
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The language patterns of the newly documented humanoid species of Shaltas 4 were unlike any Nyota had heard before. She recorded and reviewed common communicative phrases to submit to the language banks. As she packed up her research equipment she sent the rest of the communications team to beam up ahead of her, in order to begin the long process of transcribing the recordings. After securing her equipment, she thanked the two Shaltasian chieftains for their assistance and radioed that she was ready for transport.
As Nyota materialized on the transporter pad, she began to feel herself fade, she was there and then suddenly she wasn't. When she came to this time, she managed to anchor herself. Once she had completely materialized she stumbled forward, wanting to find herself on solid ground once more.
"Who are you?" a calm, steady voice approached her from the transporter station. Nyota looked up at the tall stranger wanting to know the same thing. Her eyes searched his strangely familiar face. Spock was the only Vulcan aboard the enterprise; if there had been another she would have known about it.
Instinctively drawing her hand to her hip for her phaser she found that it was missing as was her communicator. She looked past the Vulcan to the blue symbol on the door; an image of Earth skewered by a sword. Her eyes jerked back to the man standing in front of her and she began to back away but he followed.
"I am Lieutenant Uhura, of the Starship Enterprise…"she stated calmly, staring into the officer's dark eyes. She felt as if she were being entranced by his gaze and struggled to tear her eyes from his as he pulled a small sharp dagger from his waist.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his calm conflicting with the dagger he now held at her neck.
Nyota gritted her teeth as the tip of the blade was pressed to the delicate skin of her neck, and she felt the slightest piercing of her skin. "We…I come in peace…" she breathed, hoping to reassure him that she posed no threat.
Without warning he jerked her from the wall and flung her to the hard, cement floor. "You lie!" he barked standing over her splayed form. She blinked up at him, ignoring the sharp pain that had shot through her ribcage as she had collided with the floor. It accrued to her to try another approach. Although his actions indicated otherwise, he was most assuredly Vulcan, and if she could appeal to his Vulcan nature, she may be able to reach him.
She took a deep breath and sat up. "dorli Vuhlkansu, Please allow me to explain," she implored, scooting away from him slightly.
His brow quirked, though not in the thoughtfully intrigued manner she had expected, instead there was a clear indication of anger as his brows drew together. "You mock me?" he growled lashing out at her once more.
There was not enough time for her to climb to her feet so she tried to scoot away from him, but was not fast enough. His hand shot out and he jerked her to her feet by the base of her long ponytail. She let out a painful wail as he held her, his face inches from hers.
"Who are you?" he asked yet again.
There was silence. She was unsure of how to respond since the truth had gotten her thrown across the room. Against her better judgment her response came in the form of a question: "Who are you?"
He glared at her with an impenetrable darkness and she was sure he would attach her again. After a few moments he let go and stepped back as if he were inspecting her. "I am Spock, science officer of the ISS Enterprise. A ship on which you are trespassing and attempting to impersonate an officer, a crime punishable by death."
A sickening fear settled over her as her mind began to race. "You are not Spock," she hissed, feeling as if she were part of a twisted joke.
He peered at her expectantly as she took in the sights around her, her heart rate increased as she began to panic; something was terribly wrong. She turned and bolted to the door, unsure of where she was going but determined to figure out what was going on. She made it out of the door and into the hallway just as the distinct sound of a phaser fire met her ears, her body convulsed in pain, and she collapsed unconscious.
Spock approached the lifeless form as two security guards hurried over with their phasers drawn. "We heard the commotion sir, we got here as quick as we could" explained one of the young men as the other checked Nyota's pulse.
"My phaser was set to stun, there was a malfunction in the transporter and ensign Bolaria did not beam aboard, instead this…imposter has found her way onto the ship, alert Mr. Scott of the malfunction." While Scott was being radioed Spock inspected the woman who lay at his feet; she did bare a slight resemblance to the communications officer yet it was not possible that she could be the lieutenant. He was quite sure that she was in her quarters, and this woman's physique was nothing like hers. Then there was her uniform; it was unlike any of those assigned to the females aboard the Enterprise. Perhaps she was from an anti-empire starship he thought as he observed the silver arrowhead insignia over her left breast.
"Where should I take her?" one of the guards asked as he locked his phaser into its holster.
"Of course she will have to be executed…" Spock explained still eyeing her, "… but I believe Lieutenant Uhura would be amused to meet the woman who calls herself by the same name, take her to the lieutenant's quarters, I must alert the captain."
Nyota woke in a cold sweat. I was dreaming she thought sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Her head ached and there was a sharp pain in her side when she pushed off the leopard print bed spread and tried to stand.
"So you are Lieutenant Uhura… of the Enterprise?" a woman's voice came from the darkness.
Nyota jumped and stumbled back onto the bed. "Lights," she commanded, her voice quivering slightly. She searched the room for the person the voice belonged to. In the far corner she spotted a beautiful, alarmingly familiar, woman reclining on a plush red chaise. "Yes, I am Uhura," Nyota mumbled, realizing in alarm that she had not been dreaming after all. She moved to get up again, only for the woman to draw a dagger out of her boot and point at her in warning.
"Sit," she commanded as if she were addressing an animal. Nyota felt herself resist but as her eyes settled on the weapon, she did as she was told and remained seated. "Well… I am also Uhura," the woman laughed as she stood and adjusted the short crop top she was wearing.
Nyota studied the woman in a mix of amazement and horror, first the bearded Vulcan who had claimed to be Spock and now this? Nyota closed her eyes, trying to entertain the possibility that she had been transported to the wrong ship, which had a Vulcan science officer named Spock and a Lieutenant named Uhura. Nyota glared at the woman once more; she was muscular yet feminine, her tall polished boots reaching all the way up to the hemline of her ridiculously short skirt. Nyota half expected her to carry a whip.
After adjusting her uniform the woman sauntered over to Nyota, an amused smirk playing on her lips. "Where am I?" Nyota asked the scantily clad officer who approached her.
The smirk quickly disappeared as she bent down so that she was eye level with Nyota. "If you want to live, you will stop asking questions. You will answer what is asked of you, and if your superiors do not like your answer you will change it. Understand?" The woman glared at Nyota who refused to answer and continued to avoid the woman's stare. The cold metallic feel of the dagger contacting with her cheek made her jump as it was trailed down her face and under her chin.
"I am Lieutenant Uhura, and you - Nyota - are on the ISS Enterprise. We have determined that you are from an alternative universe, and judging from the supplies we removed from you, we are approximately twelve years ahead of your universe. Not that that really matters. You are now our prisoner. You are to serve as the woman of one of our top ranking officials, and if you do not comply you will die. It is just that simple. I saved you once, but do not count on much additional kindness here." Nyota stared blankly after the woman as she retreated back to her spot on the lounge chair.
Alternative universe Nyota had heard the term before but there had never been any proof of the existence of such a realm. She looked at the slight yet imposing woman idly swinging the sharp dagger as she reclined. Feeling lightheaded, she lay back down on the soft bed, the ache in her ribs worsening with every movement.
The intercom in the room sounded and Nyota was on high alert once more, "Lieutenant…" a female's voice said, "If the prisoner has awakened, you will escort her to Commander Spock's quarters."
Nyota stared at the woman with wide eyes, wanting to beg her not to send her to him. She didn't think she could bear to face him again. Her silent pleas were for naught - she was seized her by the arm and dragged brutally from the bed. Nyota twisted and jerked, trying to unsuccessfully to free herself.
Uhura let go of her arm and she tumbled to the floor, worsening the pain in her ribs. Nyota lay in pain as the dam broke. "Please don't make me go…" she sobbed clutching her side. She pleaded and whimpered as the woman approached her and pulled her back to her feet.
"You will come. I have been ordered to take you to the commander's quarters," Uhura hissed at her, digging her nails into the soft flesh of Nyota's arm.
dorli Vuhlkansu = honorable Vulcan
