Blackness… grey… waking… rage!
The man threw his upper body off of the cold medical table, hands reaching in the dimness for the damn Vulcans neck but he wasn't there. Was he even still alive; how long had he been in the cold grips of cryosleep this time? A year, 200 years? No way to know, but for the first time he was alone, his crew destroyed by those lesser beings, only he had survived this time… alone. He gazed around what must be his new prison, the overhead light above his table gave soft illumination stretching to stone walls on one side but not penetrating the further darkness. Stone, black stone, but the kind that had been blasted away not carved with human hands into civilized blocks. A cave? Black walls, shiny silver medical equipment, white light, no people. A colorless place. As he swung off the slab and stood more lights came on showing him a long stretch of a fully equipped medical bay. He had seen most of these machines before on earth when he had awoken last… interesting.
With long strides he stalked to the far door, his movements graceful even after just waking. The door spoke to him, a startling voice in the silence where there had only been his internal dialogue before.
Identification?
He narrowed his eyes, feeling the rage build. They thought they could keep him? Contain him? Would they never learn? With slow deliberation and carful annunciation he spoke his name.
Khan Noonien Singh
The doors slid open, and the augment king stood looking out into the hall frozen with surprise. It would seem that this time whoever had him was using different tactics… interesting.
