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Do you know what caused that sad face? I only got seven reviews! I wish I had more. It was very discouraging and it took me a while to get back the incentive to put this next chapter. It was only MacGateFan, The Foggiest Idea, iluvstorms, starfireangel (thank you for the advice! I tried to integrate more time transitions for this purposes in the next chapters), Allie Capphar (I love big long paragraph reviews!!! YAY!), charmedtomeetyou and Shatterwing (oh yes, me too!) who inspired me to get this baby out! Thank you guys so much! Reviews are the reason I write. They help me improve my skills so much and I wish more of you (ahem favouriters/alerters who don't review coughcough) would let me know how I'm doing!
Anyway, descriptive chapter here starring my second favourite character of the original Trek. Enjoy!
Panic.
His pounding heart hammered in his ears as he scrambled to regain consciousness; the young navigator of the Enterprise had been thrown across the bridge, right over Sulu's head, and had slammed into the adjacent wall back first. He slid down the wall and landed on his ankle with a crack, promptly losing consciousness. Moments later, his mind resurfaced and the horrors of the situation fell upon his shoulders like a bag of heavy rocks, kicking in the subconscious hero complex he never knew he had.
Crawling on all fours, he followed his ears towards the anguished cry of a woman. His eyes were swimming and his head was reeling from the concussion he had obtained when he hit the wall so he felt his way along with his hands and his aural senses. His knees and hands were battered and bleeding from the debris and broken glass he had run into across the way by the time he reached the source of the weeping and he quickly recognized the colour of the woman's skin through his blurry vision.
"Uhura? Are you awake?" Pavel slurred, his speaking capabilities compromised by his head injury. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands and his sight cleared up somewhat but enough to see the extent of the communication officer's injuries. He gasped and stared up at Uhura's face and her expression softened at the sight of the young Chekov coming to her aid.
"Yes...though barely..." she murmured in reply, lifting her hand and placing in on his knee in reassurance, "Go try and bring those Klingon bastards down. I'll be fine here." Chekov gave her a worried look that told her he wasn't all that convinced he could do it. Uhura tried her best to smile, "You can do it Pavel. You're a genious. Remember that." Moments after those words escaped her chapped lips, Uhura fell back into unconsciousness and Chekov stared at her with both concern and doubt. He closed his heavy eyelids and took a deep breath, quickly envisioning the weapons station in his foggy mind. He ran the sequence through his brain and bit his bleeding lip, hoping against all hope that what he had in mind would work. With more effort than he would have ever thought possible, he opened his eyes and focused his vision before turning around and crawling towards a station a few feet away. The ensign in charge of weapon deployment was slain not too far from where the navigator was on his hands and knees and Pavel tried his hardest not to throw up at the sight of the metal spike protruding through his torso.
The young navigator got to his knees and wiped away the splattered blood on the screens with his tattered sleeve, putting every bit of effort he could into not losing the contents of his stomach. He had just cleaned the flickering surface when the screen came on behind him and he swung around quickly, fear engulfing his entirely.
"Ready to surrender, Captain Kirk?"
Chekov looked around momentarily but found the Captain nowhere in sight. The familiar yellow uniform and his dirty blonde hair were hidden amongst the irrepressible damage and the young navigator prayed that he wasn't dead. He wanted to call out to the Captain but his tongue was frozen with fear; instead he stared wide-eyed at the hideous Klingon glowering down at them with an unsightly grin plastered on his ugly face. Chekov tried to tear his eyes away but he couldn't; it was like a hypnotic hold was keeping the stricken ensign staring and the alien face was telling him that all hope was gone. His entire body began to shake uncontrollably and he dropped to the floor, tears streaming down his face.
"You can do it Pavel. You're a genious. Remember that."
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1207 precisely...
An entire fleet of ships appeared around the Enterprise in an instant and Jim felt his heart drop past his feet and into a Jefferies tube where it would fall a thousand feet and splatter at the bottom. It was a cruel sort of end really but he feared the rest of his body would be in much worse condition very soon.
"Red alert," Jim barked, hiding the panic in his voice successfully, "Shields up, arm weapons, prepare to fire."
The next few moments were a blur of words, cries and voices melting together to create one giant note of cacophony that resonated with fury inside the young Captain's brain. Shots were fired from both sides, lights flashed and the ship shook violently; orders escaped Jim's lips without thought as the captain's blood that ran through his veins took control of his soul.
"Open a channel, open a channel!" He hollered at Uhura as their shields began to fail. She quickly complied and seconds later a ghastly looking alien appeared on the screen, sneering like he was about to sneeze. Both parties ceased fire for a moment as the Captains glared each other down and Jim couldn't quite keep himself from wincing as the ugliness assaulted his eyes.
"This is Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise. You are attacking a Federation ship and I order you to cease fire immediately or risk the wrath of the rest of the Federation," Jim said using his best Captain voice. He felt almighty when he used it but when the old Klingon started laughing at him he couldn't help but feel a little crushed.
"Surrender now Captain Kirk. You are surrounded. You will die."
"Look," Jim strode up to the screen and gave the repulsive Klingon the dirtiest look he could muster, "Do you really want the Federation on your ass? Cause this is a brand new ship you're attacking."
"All the better." The Klingon grinned and flashed his gnarly yellow teeth to the crew. Something was wriggling in between his two incisors and the crew (Spock included) cringed visibly with disgust.
"So you're after my ship? Well good luck. I'll hand it right over...over my dead body." With that, Jim motioned to Uhura to cut the connection and turned to the ensign at the weapon control, "Fire photon torpedoes at the big ship. NOW!" The fire fight started again only this time it was much more deadly. The entire ship was jostled roughly as a missile slammed into the hull, dropping their shields to fifty percent, "Sulu, engage thrusters, we need to get outta here."
The pilot quickly got the ship moving upwards in an evasive movement and the Klingon missiles aimed for the Enterprise ended up hitting the birds-of-prey on the opposite side, annihilating them completely. Jim was too distracted to laugh as Sulu aimed them upwards and prepared for warp but the Klingon ships had caught on and rose with the Enterprise, continuing their brutal demolition of the Federation vessel.
"Warp in four..."
The largest of the Klingon ships took the longest to rise to the Enterprise's height. It augmented into place.
"Three..."
The colossal Klingon vessel readied their torpedoes. This type in particular was experimental but utterly deadly. They had stolen it off of a Romulan warship only weeks ago and this was the first time they had obtained an opportunity to use it.
"Two..."
The Klingon at the weapons station prepared the torpedo for fire. He looked over at his Captain and waited for the nod. It came.
"One..."
The alien pressed down on the button and the torpedo acknowledged his request. The deadly missile flew through empty space at the speed of sound until it reached its unfortunate target.
There was silence.
Then fire.
Hell.
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