Chapter Six: I Will Make Them Pay
The cryo-tubes had been left alone for some time in the med bay, not a soul was around. A silent, hooded figure in a hap-hazard Star Fleet uniform slipped through the room, looking at the faces of those in the cryo-tubes, searching for someone. Eventually, the figure stopped beside one of the cryo-tubes and removed the hood that concealed the figure's face.
Mira gazed lovingly down at her beloved Khan, a hand pressed against the icy glass of his cryo-tube…of his prison. A single tear fell from her eye as she continued to gaze at him.
"Hello my Love." She smiled sadly down at his frozen form, a small, sarcastic laugh quietly leaving her as she moved her thumb over the clod glass in, what would have been a soothing manner. "I'm alive…and so are our people." She paused, looking briefly down towards her abdomen before back at Khan. "Their explosion lost us our baby, Khan…" Mira tried to explain to his unconscious form, the words choking her as she tried to get them out.
Her head shot up at the sound of soft voices passed through the corridor, but the sound faded away slowly and she continued her short vigil at Khan's side.
"Rest easy, Love," Mira whispered gently, a sweet smile lingering on her lips. "I will take care of our people. We may have lost our child to the attack of the crew of the Enterprise…but we have not lost the fight." Her voice broke slightly as another tear fell, her face becoming grave. "But I swear to you…I will make them pay for what they've done to us."
Mira's ice blue eyes closed as she leant down and pressed a kiss against the glass that separated Khan from the world she now had to face alone. A voice coming along the corridor snapped Mira out of her reverie, and she straightened.
A wicked smile crossed her lips as she looked towards the sound, pulled her hood about her and, silently, slipped, unnoticed, from the room…
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Chekov thought his voice sounded disembodied as it echoed off the walls of the ships corridors. He had a feeling of being either listened to or watched, but he continued on his way to the Med-bay. "Yis, Captain, I am on route to ze Med-bay now to inshpect."
The Med-bay lights were dim when Chekov stepped inside, a distinct chill in the air; though that wasn't surprising as it was filled with cryogenically frozen people. All the tubes appeared to be fine though.
"How's it going, Mr. Chekov?" Kirk asked through the communicator in Chekov's hand.
"Ewerything seems to be in order, Captain…" Chekov replied slowly, looking around the room cautiously. There was that feeling again…
"Very good, Chekov, return to the Bridge. Kirk out."
Chekov sighed and turned to leave, but something about one of the cryo-tubes wasn't quite right. There was a mark on one of them. As he made his way closer to the tube in question, he discovered that the mark was the imprint of a kiss upon the cold glass. Cold glass that belonged to Khan's cryo-tube.
His head snapped up as a disembodied laugh, dark and malicious, filled the air around him. Chekov shivered at the eerie sound, double-taking at a sleeping Khan in his cryo-tube. For a second he'd thought…but it wasn't possible. Khan's eyes couldn't have been open…he was cryogenically frozen…
Again, that eerie laugh echoed around the Med-bay and, for just a second before he left, Chekov could have sworn he'd seen a pair of glowing, ice blue eyes…
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I could be cruel and leave it there...but what would you all like?