Nova
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Chapter Two
The Stranding
On the Romulan ship the blonde prisoner was dragged semiconscious from the bridge, down into the bowels of the ship. The dark ness of unconsciousness was pulling at him hard but he fought it. Now was what he considered to be one of the worst times possible to black out, not that he could help it much longer. As he was, he could still make out what was being said around him.
"What did he say?"
"I do not know. I have never heard that language before and the universal translator does not…"
"I figured that out for myself! I want him off this ship! Now!" Nero yelled as soon as the transmission to the Enterprise was cut off.
One brave Romulan lackey had the gall to respond. "Captain, you said you wanted him to witness the destruction of Earth."
"I do not care anymore. His presence is a continuing nuisance upon my ship. He knows what is coming and he will know it happened after it has. We will retrieve him later and show him the aftermath of our work."
The blonde prisoner let out a pained groan and the Romulan captain frowned in distaste.
"If he lives long enough, I would like to execute him in front of Ambassador Spock. To, as Terrans say, 'kick him while he is down'. Send him to Delta Vega. Make the pain of his death fresher when the time comes."
"As you say."
The need to protest the occurring events was great within the prisoner. They were talking about killing him. Killing his planet.
The why was still a mystery to him, but he fought the how to the best of his abilities, and he knew one thing for sure, deep down in his heart.
"You… won't get away with this." The prisoner managed to say.
"Oh Kirk, I already have."
The prisoner glared at the Romulan captain as he was dragged away until darkness finally succeeded and everything went black.
…
A bright light met him upon awaking. It was red and flashing. An alarm was going off. At first it sounded subdued and far away, but soon started to blare loudly as Jim's senses came into check.
A screen in front of him was a partial source of the bright light. Words written in Romulan graced the screen, but Jim's head was still too fuzzy to make any sense of it. He can read Romulan pretty well, Vulcan even better, but he probably would struggle even read Standard after that bashing to the head.
Jim rubbed his face with his hands, groaning as he still continued to adjust.
It was cold.
He pulled his hand away from his face and took in his surroundings. He was in an escape pod. A Romulan escape pod. When he remembered how he got here he swore.
The exterior window revealed that world around him outside was white, snowy, and stormy. Just a lovely situation.
He looked over the readings of the pod, now a bit more clear-minded, and got his bearings. The pod had landed on a class M planet and indicated that there was a structure of some sort roughly a mile or two from his current location. He knew the pod would not fly him off this planet. All it could do was provide him shelter as he waited like a sitting duck for his captors to come back and collect him. Though it was the safer course of action to live as long as possible (which would not be long when they did come back) the prisoner decided to take his chances and venture to the shelter.
An automated Romulan voice repeated instructions at occasional intervals to remain in the pod as outside conditions were hazardous, but the prisoner ignored them as he felt around for the exit lever.
Thirty second later and one strong tug forced open the door and let howling winds and blistering cold rushed in, giving the blond a quick flash of regret that quickly went away.
He pulled himself out of the pod and into the white wonderland.
That was when he realized he had barely anything warm at all on. He had his coat, which some generous Romulan had been kind enough to shove on the pod with him before ejection. The jacket sadly was barely equipped to deal with Iowa Earth winter conditions. The rest of his outfit was worse.
He was cold as fuck.
As planets go, this was not the worst Jim one had been on. Not one of the best either. This situation, though, was one of the worst.
The Romulans were not messing around. They had ejected Jim what was probably minutes before the planned mass genocide of a planet and species. He tried his best to warn the USS Enterprise, but the chance that they could stop it were… unlikely.
Never before had this many people been in peril before. Not even in his darkest days. And he was for some reason at the heart of it. And so far he was essentially useless.
But he had to try.
And with that thought he started his trek in the direction of the structure.
…
The idea was that if he got to the structure, best of the best he could send out more warnings if there was a functional communications device. Maybe convince a passing starship to either help out whatever the hell was going on over Vulcan, or to pick him and get him back in action so he could do… something.
Sadly the idea could only work if he made it there alive, which sadly the wildlife of the planet begged to differ. Far off he had seen a small creature running and calling out to him. It turned into a large creature charging at him with an angry roar.
As he tripped and fell down a steep hillside, he was saved from the large creature that wanted to eat him with an even larger creature that could easily eat the first, but decided Jim was a much tastier and easier prey, so it started to chase him too.
Lovely.
Jim saw a cave as he ran with death seconds behind him and he hoped desperately that he would get to it in time.
Suddenly a figure emerged from the cave and Jim's first thought was 'oh shit another creature that wants to eat me'. The figure fully emerged and with it was a lit torch. That was good enough for Jim to assure him it was safer than the hungry giant creature behind him, and he ran past it and into the cave, where the figure followed, waving the fiery torch around as he went, successfully scaring off the creature until they were both safely deep enough in the cave to avoid it's reach.
Jim took a moment to breathe, his lungs were killing him, but he took a protective stance and he turned to face the figure, his apparent savior, unsure of what to expect.
Throughout the years he learned the hard way that rarely does a good deed come without a price.
What he saw shocked him, and apparently shocked the other person, which shocked Jim even more.
"Jim," He said, "You found me."
End of Chapter.
"Kurt: You make your sauce for Kurt.
Ed: Who's Kurt?
Kurt: I'm Kurt.
Ed: I'm Ed.
Kurt: I'm aware!
Ed: You said you were Kurt"
-Good Burger
