Prologue

They never knew what would happen when they decided to run experiments on humans once more. When they decided to try and modify us. Thirteen was the number that they chose for the most powerful modifications. Seven males, six females, one mission… We were to become the warriors, the intelligence of Starfleet. We were powerful; we were the definition of perfection in physical and mental functioning. The perfect hybrid.

Like computers intelligence was downloaded into our minds. Our bodies were made strong and powerful. We heal quickly. Depending upon our ailment or suffering we will begin to recover within hours, sometime minutes.

But fear is powerful as well. It causes rash decisions and ill thought retaliations.

We soon were deemed too powerful. This made even our modifiers fear us. They were afraid that they would lose control of us.

When we, the Thirteen, came back from our first mission, we were surprised. When our modifiers beamed aboard, instead of congratulating us on our victory, they came up to us and placed a needle in our necks. The effect was almost immediate. Within seconds we were withering on the floor in pain.

Like all creatures, we are mortal. We are not invincible to attacks. I remember watching as my friends were all slaughtered one by one in front of me. They decided they needed one to live so I was the only survivor. The drug they had injected had not been fatal but merely a sedative powerful enough to bring us to their mercy. After seconds I had slipped into the darkness of sleep.

When I awoke I felt groggy as if I had been intoxicated by alcohol or some other depressant. I was upon a table, my arms and legs restrained. It was dimly lit but I can make out some details of the room I was in. The table that I'm lying on is in the center of the room. The walls were about five feet away on each side of me. On the walls I see dark stains splattered on them. Blood…

My gaze fell upon an item that was by my feet. A hat. No, not just some hat. It was the hat my captain wore… I felt sorrow. He is dead along with the eleven others. I am now the last of the Thirteen. I closed my eyes and force my emotions to subside. I had to prioritize. Where was I? Undetermined. I re-looked over the room analyzing everything. It was a Federation lab although I cannot determine the location. I had been in a room like this when I had been modified into a hybrid.

I tensed and I then fought to get free from my restraints. After some struggle and pain I finally get my arms free and I quickly examine my wrists. Bloodied, sore but healing. I quickly free my feet and then stand up. I felt dizzy and started to fall but I caught myself on the table. I grabbed the hat and tucked my blond hair into it and pulled the brim over my brow. I needed to get back to the USS Victory.

I heard the door open and I saw Dr. Lance Jackson. One of the modifiers. One of the scientists who killed my crew.

His eyes widened as he saw me free from my restraints. He tried to restrain me but I felt my temper rise. I felt the want, no, the need for revenge. I felt pure hatred and bloodlust. I never had experienced such emotions and I didn't think twice on letting them take over.

I was brutal in my retaliation. Anger is such a powerful weapon. I beat him until his ribs cracked and he was bleeding. And for good measure I snapped his neck and tossed him aside, he slid down the wall leaving a fresh bloodstain.

I quickly fled through the open door and strode down the passageway. I felt adrenaline pumping through my being. I dared anyone to try and stop me. I quickly hacked into a computer and found that the USS Victory was still docked here. I quickly rushed through the facility but I suddenly stopped when I heard a tortured scream. I looked through a glass window and saw what made me sick to my stomach.

I saw a fellow hybrid, lower class than I am but he was still my kind, being tortured. A scientist was sitting in a chair by his side writing down notes. The hybrid screamed again and then he went limp. The machine that was tracking his vitals flat-lined and the scientist, remorselessly put a sheet over the dead hybrid's body. I quickly hacked back into the system and see that there are more of these 'experiments' taking place all over this facility.

I knew that this facility contains the weapons that can destroy me and there are hundreds of scientists here. I couldn't win a fight at the time. My best chance was to flee.

I quickly found the USS Victory and stole the ship and went deep into space. It was a ship designed for small numbers to operate it, in fact one person could operate it if the need was dire enough.

I am the last one. The last of the Thirteen… But not the last of my kind. I now know what I plan to do. I will exact my vengeance upon every person who is with the Federation. But I will be patient… Patience will allow me to make a plan that will crumple Starfleet. They will be at my mercy…

Who am I?

I am Erebus.

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~ Maethorni