Here's the brain-child that has had me stumped for so long. Fffff it's like one huge block of text. No dialouge, not in the first chapter at least. Anyway, the planet/city/setting in this fic are my own brain-children, except for the U.S.S. Enterprise, Vulcan.
I do not own 'Star Trek' or any of it's characters or related devices. They belong to J.J. Abrams, Gene Roddenberry, Paramount, and CBS. If I owned them, I'd have made SpockxKirk, KirkxSpock wayyyy more canon than they already are.
I only take credit for my own brain-children.
Fun-Fact before you read: The original title for 'Of All the Small Things' was supposed to be 'Seeds of Darkness', but due to later chapters, I changed my mind.
Enjoy~
It is the 50th day of the Antiquity season, half way over. It was a Saturday, that day was both the best and worst day of their life. The soft hum of the lullaby sung to him by the older man. The elegant dress robes for the coronation. The Antiquity season is a time for old and new to join. On this auspicious day, through out the palace shots rang out, from the old world rifles from Vale that were supposed to be safe guarded. The Imperial guard, shot to death, the newly crowned Emperor, sitting on his thrown as his guard was slaughtered by the Valiens. An old group they were, hooded in ancient robes from the old world. 'Old world technology' the Emperor remembered. His strong resolve faltered slightly at the genocide of his 'people'. The other man, the Emperor Consort, whispered something to his Emperor Regnant. He nodded and stood tall. He threw the old robes presented to him over his head, as did his Consort, and fled the palace.
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Several months passed as the empire was thrown into chaos, as the Valiens took control and ordered for reform, and the capture and execution of both Emperors. Discarding their palace clothing, the pair donned nothing but their under clothing and old robes upon their back, and whatever rags they could find from the refugees on the outskirts of Veiledge Forest. The pair of men escaped through the volatile Veiledge Forest. Though littered with many feral beasts, they braved it. It was on the 85th day of the Antiquity season the two were separated. The Emperor followed one path, while the Emperor Consort followed another, in attempt to find an exit. The Consort let out a howl of fear that rattled the trees and shook the leave. Just as quickly as the sound had came, was just as quickly silenced. Fear crept through the Emperor's psionic connection with his consort. Fearing the worst he back tracked to the fork and went the same path as his Consort.
He was stopped by the sudden heavy sent of blood, and rotting flesh that stung his nose. He had stumbled upon a crude Imperial body dump, and most likely so to, did his consort. Most of the faces unrecognizable. Though one stuck out from the others. The Emperor's first bondmate, her face pale and gaunt, her body thin and frail. A look of horror was painted on the poor deceased girls face like one of the propaganda posters that hung in the villages on the outskirts of the forest. On this planet of Inal, fear is never an option, nor is it a means of a device for killing. The Emperor continued along the path, swallowing his pride. He once again was stopped short, as he looked for the Consort. A moving shadow caught his keen eye. A beast of incredible size dragged the limp Emperor Consort up the trail just a few feet away. The Consort wore a stoic expression, one of helplessness, and fear. The Regnant chased after the beast. With no weapon in hand, he hit the tail end of the ferocious animal. Much to his hope, and dismay, the beast dropped the Consort and began a slow pace towards the Emperor. Fear spread from the Consorts psionic hold to the Emperor. The Emperor turned and ran leading the beast from his beloved Consort.
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He raced through uncharted territory. Making sure the beast was following him and not going back to the Consort. He ran quickly. The clouds over head rumbled and cracked, the sky opened and poured rain on him and the beast. His vision darted from tree to tree. The beast gained on him. He slipped on a mud patch and nearly lost his balance. The Inalies were well known for their emotional conditioning and physical strength, but he is not an Inalies, he is Vulcan similar enough to become Emperor. The Emperor dashed between two thick trees and waited. His heart thrummed heavily in his side. The beast sniffed the air, and searched the nearby trees. Grappling at his side in an attempt to calm himself down. He let out the breath of air he had locked away and took a step back and stepped on a discarded twig from the tree just to the left. The definite crack sounded his position and the beast turned tail and headed straight for him. His heart skipped a beat as the beast lunged for her. A few seconds passed. An ear shattering 'pop, pop, BANG' thundered through the seemingly quiet forest. The beast halted it's advancement towards the Emperor. It slumped to the muddy forest floor in a heavy dead weight. His heart raced faster. A tall robed figure stood there holding an antique rifle in his hands. The gun poised at his face. Had the man been a rebel, and cared that he was in fact the Emperor, he would have executed him on the spot.
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He feared for his consorts life and asked if the man found him. He merely smiled, nodding his head slightly. A look of relief washed over his face. Lowering his rifle, he reached for his hand. He denied the man's hand, not wanting to touch his exposed skin. He looked at the man and collapsed. This man, he knew of the two mens past, who they were, why they were there, why they posed as royalty, yet he chose to hide his identity. Lifting the unconscious Vulcan over his shoulder he carried him back to his base camp. That is where he slept. He slept apart from his mate, and that was discomforting enough already. But none the less, he slept for an entire Inal year. His consort did the same, they had to repair their broken bond, and the only way was to sleep.
Reviews please, and thanks. Also, things will be explained in greater detail in later chapters, this chapter is just a set up, a cliff-hanger if you will, to get you hooked, and wanting moar, moar of this delicious-ness.