Thanks for the reviews and likes! I have had this idea in my head for a while, just glad I get to put it on paper. I was inspired to update today as I bought the Star Trek Beyond pops of Kirk, Sulu, Uhura, Scotty, and Spock.
Again, I don't own any of these characters, much to my dismay.
Captains Log: Stardate 2261.11. It has been 5 hours since our rendezvous on the Klingon homework. The away team was met by, what can only be assumed, a rogue Klingon warrior. The party of Klingons that was sent to negotiate a peace were killed in action, and Lieutenant Uhura was taken prisoner. Myself, and the crew of the Enterprise are formulating a course of action to retrieve the Lieutenant, and continue with the mission at hand. Kirk out.
Uhura came to feeling the blinding pain that encompassed the right side of her head and the middle of her back. She felt herself being jostled, but also had a sense of swinging left to right. She tried to pry open her eyes, a difficult feat, as she felt warm liquid running down her face and into her eyes. She cracked them open enough to see that she was facing the ground, her person slung over the shoulder of, she assumed, the Klingon warrior who had attacked her and the peace party. The only thing she could see through her slightly slit eyes was the dusty terrain of Kronos. The shuttle and Kirk were long gone and out of view.
She knew that Kirk was successfully beamed onboard the Enterprise, and that at some point as rescue mission had to be in place. The only problem was, how were they to find her? Being unfamiliar as she was with the planet, she couldn't tell what direction they were traveling, or even where they were going.
Uhura let her weary head drop back down, and closed her eyes. It was futile to try and escape at this moment, with her present disorientation. She needed to conserve as much energy as possible.
She looked down at the bound hands in front of her and realized that she no longer had the treaty. Either it had been lost en route, or the warrior had it on his person. She felt the warrior change his grip on the back of her legs, and it was at this moment she felt the familiar touch of the tricorder located in her left boot. She had to do everything in her power to ensure the warrior did not find it.
She tried to keep her head up, but felt the familiar tug of unconsciousness pull at her. Her eyes were almost closed when he saw a glint of light reflected off of a body of water. On Kronos, there couldn't be that many around. Her last thought was that this body of water had been present when they had searched Kronos for John Harrison, aka Khan. This water might just be her saving grace.
When Uhura next awoke, she found herself in a dark, dank cave. There was very little light coming through, and it was hard for her eyes to adjust. It took a few blinks before she could see clearly in front of her. The light came from the entrance of the cave, about 10 feet from where she was tied. She realized that her hands were no longer tied in front of her, but behind. The coldness of the metal was refreshing in the dry heat. Her legs, however, had not been tied. As she moved them around, she noticed that her tricorder was still in her shoe. Getting to it, however, was going to prove impossible.
She was alone in the cave, no other soul present, not even her captor. She took the opportunity of trying to work the knot out of her bindings. It proved to be waste of time, yet she continued. She felt the rope digging into her skin.
She paused and looked up when she heard footsteps near the entrance. She refused to be cowed by this Klingon traitor.
"I demand that you release me. I am Lieutenant Nyota Uhura of the USS Enterprise, and you have impeded in our garner peace with the Klingon race." She held her head high, never breaking eye contact. His pacing, she surmised, was an attempt at intimidation, but she wouldn't let that faze her. "You have committed treason against your race and the Federation."
"The Federation?" He laughed menacingly, "I don't take orders from pathetic humans. I don't take orders from the Klingons either. I stand apart from them." He came to her, bending down so that she could see his eyes through his mask.
"You may stand apart, but you will fall just the same. You have no idea who you are dealing with."
"Oh, I think I do. I have dealt with the likes of your Federation before, Lieutenant." He stood up and began his pacing again. "Your Federation attacked a Klingon Landing party for no reason. My entire crew was decimated thanks to your Federation." He turned from her. With his back to her, it was hard to ascertain his words.
"There have been no recent attacks on the Kronos, nor on any Klingon warbird." She knew reasoning with him wouldn't work but she had to try. "The last the Federation or Starfleet had any contact with the Klingons was…." She paused. Her eyes lifted to the figure in front of her. She noticed that while he had removed his helmet, his back was still to her.
"I think you remember now, Lieutenant" He said this as he turned toward her. Uhura's eyes widened as she took in the face and figure in front of her.
"You…." She whispered.
Kind of a short chapter, but hoping the crew will all end up together in the next one! As always, I enjoy a good R and R!
