Author's Note: I am so, sooo, sorry about not updating. Really, truly sorry. Thanks to anyone who reads this shit.
Kirk screamed as the acid made contact with his skin, eating away his flesh. The needle in his shoulder was pleasant compared to this. It felt like a horde of army ants was devouring him alive.
"Oh, does that hurt? As much as losing your planet, your brother, and your friends?"
"I… didn't… destroy… Romulus."
"You killed my crew. And my brother. Your pet Vulcan failed to save Romulus."
"Wrong… Spock."
"Oh, I know. That's why we're headed to New Vulcan at maximum speed. I thought you seemed a bit lonely, so I'm bringing you some company."
"NO!"
Both Kirk and Livilla whipped their heads around in surprise; they had not thought Spock conscious (after being impaled in various places), much less capable of screaming.
"You already had your vengeance on him. Leave him alone."
"You're wrong there. Nero had his vengeance, but I wanted something completely different. I wanted to see the results of what I did, to know that the pain was enough because I had seen it with my own eyes."
"You're a psychopath."
"And you're a pathetic excuse for a Vulcan who can't even save his own planet, much less mine."
"I tried. My other self tried."
"And you failed." Livilla punctuated the word failed with a knife driven through Spock's arm.
…
"What's that?"
"It's a ship. A dead ship."
"I know it's a dead ship. What ship is it?"
"Only one ship looks like that, and that's the Enterprise."
"Impossible. Get me a direct line to Starfleet command. I think this might have something to do with their missing starbase."
"Yes, sir!"
…
Admiral Archer had been having a rough few weeks. First the starbase Dawn Horizon blown apart, then everyone on Janus V killed by some lunatic with a warship, then most of his friends in the Admiralty missing, along with another starbase, and now someone had found the Enterprise and most of her crew dead and drifting through deep space. It was the stuff of his nightmares. He'd been rather fond of Pike, and now his protégé Kirk was all that was left of him, and most likely dead. Not even his dogs could help him get over this.
Maybe I should send a search party. he thought. Kirk's body and those of his bridge crew, Chief Engineer, CMO, and head nurse had not been found. The strange electric torpedo indicated the ship had been attacked, but by whom? What enemy in their right mind would rather have Kirk alive than dead?
Then all the pieces clicked together, and he took a step back in horror. "Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Computer, get me every Starfleet official you can find."
"You better have a good reason for calling me up, Archer."
"What's going on?"
"Have you caught the attacker?"
"I do, I'm not entirely sure, and no. However, I do know who she is."
"She?"
"Yes, she, Captain Howards, she. Does the name Commander Livilla ring any bells?"