Chapter 6

Bones was right, in more ways than one.

I took the hint that Spock had oh so kindly bestowed to me through the doctor, and stayed a respectful distance from her.

Soon, it wouldn't matter anyway.

A few days later, I was called to the bridge. Entering it, I saw the Captain speaking to a large african-american man on the screen, and I saw that he was an Admiral, which was made obvious by his many medals and the ranks on either shoulder.

"You called, Captain?" I asked Kirk, who looked at me with regret in his eyes. "If that is him, I will speak to him." The man said, his voice deep and concise.

Kirk stepped aside, and I took his place. "So you are the Assassin that Captain Kirk spoke about?"

I nodded. "I am at Starfleet's command."

The Admiral nodded. "Glad to hear it, son. I suppose that you are the one who killed those Klingons a few weeks ago?"

I nodded. "I was just keeping my friends safe. I take no enjoyment in killing, but I do it anyway."

The Admiral nodded. "I see. As of right now, both sides are in a stalemate, and the Klingons demand something from us, or they will send their sizable against us. They also claim that they have the Enterprise surrounded."

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. "They want you to hand me over to them."

The Admiral had the common decency to look uncomfortable. "Captain Kirk has told me that you were sent to help us."

I nodded. "That is true, sir."

The Admiral leaned forward in his chair, and I lowered my hood, our gazes locking for a short minute before he broke the stare. "The Klingons are acting like they are waiting for something, and they have cloaking devices on their ships, so we cannot spot them."

The Admiral sighed. "I am asking you to help us, but there is no certainty what they will do once they have you. However, in exchange for your surrendur, they have given their word that they will stand down long enough for us to make further preparations."

I met the Admiral's eyes again.

To me, there was no choice. An Assassin killed a few to save a thousand, and I cared for the Enterprise.

It was simple, and I looked at the faces of the people on the bridge. Uhura, Chekov, Kirk, and Spock, to name a few.

"I'll do it."

The Admiral nodded, and when he spoke, I heard genuine regret in his voice. "Thank you, Assassin. I wish there was another way. I will contact their ambassadors now. Standby."

A few minutes later, I watched in horror as no less than three Klingon warships appeared out of nowhere.

The Admiral's voice sounded through the bridge. "The Captains request that you approach the middle craft in a Shuttle. Again, I'm sorry."

I nodded, and stepped towards Kirk. "It's been an honor and a pleasure serving on this ship, Captain." I said, and we shook hands.

"Kick their arses for me." I said with a wink.

Kirk nodded, smirking slightly. "Will do. Good luck, kid."

I said my good-byes to the bridge, and stopped at Uhura. "Thank you, Teacher." I said in Klingonese. She hugged me in reply.

Suddenly, the elevator doors opened, and Leonard McCoy stepped onto the bridge. Kirk must have called him here.

"This is not the end, Bones. Don't you dare think I won't come back." I said, swallowing as our eyes locked.

"You're the son I never had." Was his reply, and it was all I could do to keep my composure. "Thanks, Dad."

We hugged quickly, both of us not wanting the crew to think we were crying like babies.

"I won't stop looking for you, kid." Bones said, and I grinned despite myself. "And I won't stop fighting to survive."

We parted, and Spock stepped foward. "I will drive the Shuttle, with your permission." He added to Kirk, who nodded grimly.

Before I left the bridge, Kirk said to me, "We will find you, and get you back alive."

I nodded, and followed Spock into the elevator.

I followed Spock along the many hallways, memorizing the ship as much as I could before I left, saying good-bye to both the crew and the ship.

"This is not the last time that you will be here." Spock said, as we entered the shuttle. "We will do everything we can for you, as you would have done for us."

I nodded, and frowned when he attached a small black dot to my sweater. "This is a tracking device. We will be able to track your movements."

I grinned. "Thanks, old friend." In a short space of time, the shuttle touched down in the cargo bay of the Klingon ship.

Out of the front windows, I could see a crowd of Klingons waiting for me, all of them armed to the teeth.

Spock stood, and spread his fingers in the Vulcan 'V' sign, a farewell. "Live long and prosper, Spock, especially with Uhura."

Spock smiled ever so slightly. "Live long and prosper. I will see you again."

With that, the hatch opened, and I stepped out of the shuttle.

I watched the ship leave, then when it was out of my sight, I turned to my enemies. "A welcoming party! How sweet."

I grunted as I felt legs kick the back of my knees, forcing me to my knees. I felt my hand seized, crossed behind my back, and bound cruelly together.

A man dressed in the uniform of the same kind of the guy I killed on my first ship stepped forward, and took my chin in his hands. He looked like any other Klingon, except that his black hair was in a top-knot. What really got me worried was the Abstergo emblem on his belt. "Why couldn't you Assassins have stayed dead?"

I smirked, despite his fingernails digging into my cheeks. "We'll always be here, Abstergo ass-kisser."

A few seconds later, I was on my back after a series of punches and kicks to the face.

"I'm going to enjoy wiping your stench from the galaxy!" He snarled, before another kick to the face knocked me into darkness.