Good afternoon. Thank you to everyone who read my first chapter. This is an idea I thought of earlier. I thought it would be interesting to explore. There are limited transuniversal fanfictions - especially between our universe and Star Trek.
Cortana Hansen: Thank you very much for reviewing. Yes, Somal is an OC. He and Ambassador Soval will play very different rolls in this work.
I jumped seconds before he hit the trigger. I managed to fall to the ground in time to see a bolt of light fly over my head and blast through the trunk of a solid tree.
My mouth fell open so hard. "Archer." The horrid creature screamed at the top of his lungs. I shook my head. "Oh, no Archer here, just Sara Cornelius." I said with complete fear. I was even slightly hyperventilating.
The creature shook his head: "Liar." He screamed in inferior English as he pulled the trigger again. My reflexes kicked in, and I jumped up off the ground. He fired again, this time purposely missing me. I briefly wondered if this was some form of sadistic torture.
He lowered his gun. "Did you think we wound not find you? After all of these years?" He said with a demonic chuckle. I was so confused and terrified at the same time. "Sir." I tried to say with as much respect as possible. "I think you have the wrong person. Forgive me, but I don't even know who you are." Desperation slipped into my voice.
"Stop speaking lies." He hissed like a cat and then cackled. "Daniels was shrewd to place you here. However, he wasn't shrewd enough. I will now finish what my offspring started." My face would have contorted in confusion had my life not been on the line. He raised his gun one final time. By this point, I was locked in my steps. This was it, I thought to myself. I was going to die.
"Goodbye, Miss Archer." Time seemed to stop. Then the gun went off. I closed my eyes. It took me a moment to realize I was still breathing. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I wasn't in heaven, … or hell, so it was clearly logical to deduce I wasn't dead.
I looked ahead of me. Another figure, slightly taller, stood holding a similar weapon. The strange, horrendous creature was face down in the dirt dead. My mouth fell open.
The figure then moved toward me. I was so paralyzed with fear I couldn't bring myself to move. He grabbed my face. "Are you ok?" He said as looked over my body. Unlike the horrid creature at my feet, the man – more like boy – in front of me looked practically human. I pushed him off me and pointed to the body. "What the hell is that?" I said freaking out. The boy looked down at the carcass.
"A suliban." He said abruptly, not bothering to go further into detail. He grabbed my hand. "We must go." He pushed me along. "There will be more." Another violent gush of air surrounded us.
After nearly being killed, I did not put up a fight. He abandoned the trial and pushed me through the brush. " Where are we going?" I spoke in fear, but he did not respond.
We crawled through a ravine that was perpendicular to the lake and then shot through a group of trees. Finally, we stopped. A large vessel stood before me. "What is that?" I had never seen anything like it. It looked as if it had come out of a scientific TV show. Instead of speaking, he placed his hand on my shoulder, and I felt a slight amount of pain. I was knocked out cold.
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I awoke.
A sense of unfamiliarity filled my system. I had no clue where I was. I sat up slowly to take in my surroundings. I currently lay on a queen-sized bed. The room was dark. There was evidence of a set of dressers across the room.
The last thing I remembered was a despicable creature attempting to kill me. Such a memory, inadvertently, heightened my senses. I grasped my bed sheets in a state of panic.
I flipped off the side of the bed. Pain coursed through my system. A brief hissed escaped my lips. Then I remembered the boy. What did he do to me? I thought. He had clearly rendered me unconscious. My feet hit the floor. It took a moment to register that they were bare. Great. My captor had not only taken me hostage, but had also stolen my shoes.
I slowly moved across the room. I began to imagine the horrible things he could do to me. When I made it to the other side, I was confused by the door configuration. I tried to push it open but nothing happened. Perhaps it was a sliding door. I attempted to slide it. That was an utter failure. I briefly considered accepting defeat and banging on the door. However, seeing that I had no clue who I was dealing with, I figured that was not a wise idea.
I knew there must be a way to exit and there was. After several minutes of hunting, I discovered a set of buttons on the side of the door, one of which unlocked the horrid contraction. The door flashed open, and light poured into the room.
There was a small hallway. Kitchen light was evident in the distance. I stealthily moved down the opposing end. Confirming my suspicions, a nice size kitchen and living room lay before me.
I stood there motionlessly, scanning the room for a way out. No sooner did my eyes settle on the exit did a male voice fill my ears. "That wouldn't be wise." I jumped in response. I looked up to see him in the corner of the living room. He was a young man, perhaps in his early twenties. He stood erect with an emotionless expression on his face.
I narrowed my eyes. "What?" I replied. "Leaving." He spoke as he moved to sit on the couch. His cool demeanor frightened me. "Who are you?" I said breathlessly. He looked at me with his dark, brown eyes. " I am Somal of Vulcan."
It took me a moment to register with me. My face filled with perplexity gradually shifted to concern. The man before me, he had pointed ears and arched eyebrows. I could not believe the sight before me.
"You do not believe me." It was a statement not a question. I did not know how to respond. I was afraid if I opposed him he would become violent. Clearly this man was mentally unfit - a schizophrenic who had taken Star Trek to a complete extreme. Then again, this still did not explain the firefight earlier in the woods.
Somal didn't say anything. He walked across the room. "Computer." He said. "Open blinds." I watched slowly as a long-winded device rolled up and revealed a medium sized window. I walked to the man' side. From this apartment, I could see the outline of a huge city. But this was not what specifically caught my attention. It was the flying shuttle pods that zoomed past the apartment. My mouth fell open. I then looked back to Somal. Perhaps I was the schizophrenic.
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