Cheeks still flaming red from his recent interaction with Spock, Jim's mind was filled with thoughts. He knew he had to solve the thing with Spock, but the turn it took by the end had been undignified. Climbing onto Spock's lap seeking comfort, just the thought made his face flame up with embarrassment. Whether or not he regretted it was a different story. Strangely he didn't, but gauging what to do now was something he wasn't looking forward to. If he released Spock….
The opening of the security room made Jim frowned, turning to Vo questioningly. The guard had mentioned the situation needed his attention, but being brought to the security room was unusual.
"What's going on?" Jim demanded, easily slipping back into a commanding persona. "Rebels?"
"Not sure, sir." A young security officer spoke up, his voice wavering. "Shortly after going to warp, we noticed that there was security footage missing from the shuttle bay. We also saw tampering with the system that disabled the alert when the shuttle bay doors opened."
"How the hell did none of you notice this sooner?!" Jim snapped, making the young man shrink in fear.
"Whoever tempered was good," a young woman, someone Jim had never seen before spoke up, sounding almost annoyed at him. Jim had to admire her nerve to speak to him like that. You couldn't be weak in security, especially when you were a woman thrown in with a bunch of wolves. Though she would so well to remember not to piss him off. "We only caught it when we noticed the missing footage and searched for additional tampering."
"So are you telling me," Jim said, his temper rising but keeping it restrained, "that there might be intruders on my ship?"
"More or less sir."
"Signal red alert and make an announcement to the crew that all personal should have a look out for intruders. I want every deck, checked. Meanwhile, run a scan to see if we can pick up unidentified personal." As Jim rattled off instruction, they followed through with them, the alarm blaring in the background.
Jim leaned over the ensign's shoulder, ready to give the instructions to the crew when the alarm died off followed by the lights and computers. It took a moment for the emergency lights to come, but Jim was already demanding answers as the security crew scurried around.
"It appears someone has taken over the auxiliary control room. Power has been cut from majority of the ship and turbolifts are lock, ship wide communications has also been cut off."
Auxiliary control? Jim wasn't aware of what exactly that was, not that he would admit to that, but he had a fairly educated guess given the situation and what the others were implying. He had memorized the schematics for the ship and knew where it was, but he had assumed it was some small control center limited only to engineering, not ship wide control.
Mentally, he cursed himself for assuming things. If he had known, he would have been more prepared for a situation like this. No, he wouldn't have allowed something like this to begin with. He didn't know enough. Serik wasn't there to tell him what functions were available on emergency power. How could he relay commands without ship wide communications? What could he do now?
"If it's a shuttle that came onto the ship, no more than 10-20 people could come aboard depending on the size. Maybe double if they managed to sneak two, but it's unlikely without someone on the bridge picking it up on the sensors even with the magnetic field of the asteroid field we were in," Vo said, taking over. "They're probably still on the lower decks. Send someone up the turbolift shafts to reach the higher decks and try to mobilize the rest of the security teams. Are the computers still inaccessible?"
"Yes sir."
"Find out what parts of the ship still has power and is accessible. Whatever they are after will still have power so they can access it. Arm yourselves and take extra phasers. If you find another engineer, grab them. If they cut off additional power, you'll need them to bypass doors. You don't want to hit something related to life support when trying to manually unlock them. Also, get a team to find out if we are still at warp or currently drifting. We need answers."
Jim felt useless, and it pissed him off. Vo was doing his job, and it was humiliating how readily the others followed him as if it was Vo who was captain. No one even asked for his approval. His fists clenched at his sides, though he kept his face carefully passive as Vo talked.
Vo glanced back in the corner of his eye, then fully turned to him asking, "Is that plan alright, Captain?"
Forcing a smile, he replied, "Couldn't have said it better myself, Vo."
Vo didn't beam with pride or look smug, instead keeping his normal skeptical expression and pulling his phaser from his belt and handing it to Jim. "The captain and I will search engineering and the lower decks to see what we can find out. We'll send someone up, if we find out something."
The other officers saluted them both, and Jim was pretty much stuck following Vo from the low light room into the corridor. To get to the lower decks they would take the Jefferies tubes. The enemy would expect them to take the shafts, and the tubes were harder to track without knowing the ship well. That's where Jim's knowledge in the tubes came in. Vo knew about his past activities of mapping out the tubes when he first came aboard. Very few people knew them better than he did.
"I apologize for overstepping my bounds, but they needed orders."
"Showing off how incompetent I am is a real confidence booster," Jim said coldly. "Are you sure you aren't aiming to be captain?"
Vo turned to him sharply, glaring at him. "Everyone on this ship has been gone through training and was educated for 4 or more years at the academy. You, who has no formal education background, has decided to take a position designed for a person with those 4 years plus an additional 10 or more years under his belt. You've done well captaining as you've have, but it's impossible to know everything in under a week, even with Serik's help or whatever additional things you learned beforehand. I don't expect you to. But I'm not going to risk my life while you fumble around in the dark trying to pretend you know something when you don't."
Jim glared back, "If you know that, then what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to do what you do know, the part that you excel at, the part that isn't ship related."
Vo's attitude was grating on his nerves, but he tried to push that aside to start thinking. Since they had been virtually stationary near the rebel planet, the intruders were most likely rebels. If they only have one shuttle, maybe two on board, they didn't plan to take over the ship, at least not right away. There were too outnumbered to do that by brute force. Meaning, there had to be another objective. The only thing they knew about the rebels, minus the location of some of their bases, was that their leader was most likely Romulan. Romulan…
"The Vulcans," Jim said slowly. "You think they betrayed us?"
"Wouldn't be surprised. Two of them are Romulan. If the former captain hired them, he might even be in on it too."
Jim disagreed. Spock wasn't on the Romulan's side. Spock had been too careful in protecting his people and had taken very calculated risks when pissing people off. If Serik and Sovik was involved, Spock didn't know about it. However, if the twins were involved, they wouldn't escape without Spock. "This Jeffery tube will only take us two thirds of the way. We'll need to exit this one and access the one on deck 1 to get to engineering if we want to stay out of sight."
"I'll follow your lead, Captain."
Jim entered the tube first, a bit uncomfortable with Vo following behind with the display he put on earlier, but right now, securing Spock was a priority. If the fucker was trying to betray him again, he'd make sure Spock never saw the light of day again, chained to his bed never allowed to leave. Jim almost laughed at where his train of thought had gone to. He had kind of been planning to do that anyway.
Well, he had to get to him first, at least now he had some motivation to hurry.
Serik peeked around the corner, back pressed against the bulkhead as he cautiously searched the next corridor. He had taken the opportunity to come down to engineering to see if he could narrow down Spock's location when the red alert activated before suddenly turning off. When no follow up announcement came, he knew something was off. Shortly after, he caught the sight of smeared blood on the floor followed by the sight of a body of an engineer the corridor after that.
Since then, he caught sight of two more bodies, moved from the main hallway. Due to the uncertainty of the nature of the strange events, he proceeded with caution. He needed information. He was heading to the auxiliary control room and the amount of blood increased in the hallways the closer he became.
It was just by chance he caught the reflection of movement off a metal door that he ducked just in time before a curved and hooked sword beheaded him. Serik lost his balance, stumbling into the corridor leading to his destination and out of his hiding spot.
His attacker was someone he had never seen before. A Romulan from the looks of it, wearing a heavy brown cloak. His dark black hair was a tangled mess even in its braid and his face looked covered in dirt. In each hand, he held a sickle like blade. How did a Romulan get on board?
"Rihanha? Hrrau na loann'na?" he asked confused, his brow furrowed.
"I lihr I Vuhlkansu." Serik replied back.
"Vuhlkansu? Hru'hfirh Spo'k'hat'n'diawa?"
Serik's eyes narrowed. Why was he looking for Spock? The room wasn't far. He could make a run for it. This Romulan was trained. There were few who could sneak up on him. He'd need a weapon if they were to fight on a level playing field.
"Hru'hfirh Spo'k'hat'n'diawa," he said again, lowering his weapon just slightly.
Serik took the opportunity to dash for it. The Romulan seemed to think he was Spock, he wouldn't deliver fatal blows.
"Hru'hfirh!" the Romulan called out to him. 50 yards down the hall. Serik sprinted for it, pausing only to input the code to get into the room. As the door opened, Serik was grabbed and thrown to the ground, barely able to see who it was before he was flipped onto his stomach and his hands bound.
"Sir, Sybok, we released the sleeping gas on the upper decks."
"All power minus life support has been cut from decks 3 and above."
"Brig has been checked. He is not there. Nothing in the databanks about his death either."
Sybok, Serik thought, craning his neck to see something other than his subduer's knee. He could only see the back of a tall, thin man and the cream-colored cloak he wore, but it was enough. He recognized that silhouette. "Sybok."
He had only uttered the name, a whisper under his breath, but Sybok still turmed, smiling gently at him. "My, isn't this a surprise. I would have never thought to see you here, Serik."
The familiarity from the older Vulcan sat ill with him, and Sybok didn't seem to notice, laughing joyfully. "What am I saying, of course you would be here. Spock is here after all. Pray tell, where is my dear younger brother?"
"As Serik, servant of the House of Surak, I have no obligation to answer the queries of the exiled."
Sybok's smile turned sad, and he shook his head. "Of course, forgive me. I forget how strong willed you are." He turned to his subordinates and proclaimed, "release him."
Without hesitation or question, they did as Sybok commanded, undoing his hands and backing away.
Serik sat up slowly, taking the opportunity to look around the room. Twenty occupants including Sybok. Only 4 however he didn't recognize. The others were officers from the ship. Majority of them were previously Sulu's men, but the others were not. Despite them being officers, all of them had a look of calm to them, rather than the cruel, ambitious gazes they normally wore.
"Give us some room," Sybok said while removing his cloak and handing it to a waiting communication officer's hand. "Allow me to give you a proper greeting," Sybok gave him the Vulcan salute. "I will allow you to go first."
The room was small. Smaller than the bridge, but there was a decent amount of empty room in the center. The main machines used to run the ship were against the walls, stacking tall. They were bulkier than the ones on the bridge too, made to be sturdy to survive heavy damage. Sybok's men moved to the perimeter, leaving the center clear for Sybok and Serik.
"Is there any point when your men will proceed to subdue me should I win?"
"I am quite confident in my skills, but should you win, I promise my men will not interfere with you. I swear my honor upon it."
The moment the words left his lips, Serik had closed the distance between them, already pulling back his fist for a punch.
Sybok merely closed his eyes, taking a step back and using an open hand to direct the punch to the side, and countering by hitting a pressure points in his arms. Pain flared up his arm, making Serik hesitate for a fraction of a second before he could effectively block it from his mind. Sybok took that split-second opening to pivot on his left foot and used the back of his elbow to strike the side of Serik's face.
Serik backed off, taking the time to recuperate from the attack and reassess his opponent who was smiling at him like a proud father. "Wise choice to retreat. Your experience shows."
Refusing to comment, Serik swallowed the blood in his mouth. How could he attack him?
"It brings back memories, doesn't it? Training in the hall under the Vulcan sun? Though back then you were much smaller."
"Nostalgia is a pointless activity, and I have long outgrown your teachings."
"Reminiscing about the past can be useful. It can allow us to reflect on our sins, our regrets, and give us a chance to heal," Sybok took a few steps towards Serik.
"You're mind games will not work on me." Serik once again closed the distance this time, grabbing Sybok and tossing him over his shoulder.
Sybok hit his head on the impact, but barely let that affect him, having grabbed Serik's arm during the toss and refused to let go. He pulled Serik down while rotating his hips up so that his legs wrapped around Serik's neck, trapping him between his thighs while he pulled on Serik's arm, dislocating it then releasing him all together, rolling away from him.
"That was a nice move, Serik. You've practiced a lot, but your logical mind betrays your next move, making you very easy to read and counter." Sybok got off the ground immediately, but Serik was much slower with the injury. "Call the fight, Serik. It is pointless to continue. You are outmatched."
Skill. Patience. Perfect execution. Serik couldn't read him. Sybok moved at the very last second before retaliating, giving Serik no time to counter attack. With his shoulder a mess, his attacks would be slower and much weaker. How could he win?
"You were never one to give up. Ever since you were little, when Sovik would come home crying, you acted strong enough for the both of you." Sybok closed his eyes again. "I can see it. You regretted it so much. Hated how your mother treated Sovik. He was headstrong and willful, just like I was. He had much difficulty blending into Vulcan society."
"Remove yourself from my memories at once," Serik nearly growled, getting to his feet.
"It tormented you, didn't it? Tore you apart when Sovik came back from a healer. His mind tampered with so he would better conform. He's personality distorted, his memories slightly altered. He was your brother, but not quite, he wasn't the same. It wasn't the dear brother that you loved so much."
"Get out of my head!" he screamed, squeezing his eyes shut. When did Sybok slip past his shields? He hadn't even noticed. Perhaps during the instances when his mind was dealing with the pain inflicted on his body. That didn't matter. He could see the past as if he was reliving it.
He was in the bedroom that he shared with Sovik. On the balcony that overlooked the city of Shi'Kahr. The sunlight warming him as he leaned against the railing. He looked up at the sound of the opening door, his heart lifting upon the sight of him. He wanted to show Sovik the equation he had been working on. It was two years ahead of their coursework and would surely gain the approval of their instructor.
But the rather cheerful Sovik wasn't who walked through the door with a shy smile on his lips. An imposter with apathetic features had walked in wearing his brother's skin. "Brother," was all he said.
"Did you see a healer?" Serik asked, coming back into the room. "You do not seem well?"
"In contrast, I am in optimal condition."
It wasn't right. He went up to Sovik, lifting his hand to meld with him. With haste, Sovik slapped his hand away.
"What are you doing?" Sovik asked. "I did not give you permission."
"I did not ask for it. We have never asked. We do not keep secrets from one another."
"A childish notion," Sovik went to his side of the room, undressing.
What had they done to him? Without thinking, he shoved Sovik onto the bed, forcing his hand to his meld points against his brother's struggling. His fingers had only brushed the psi points, but it was enough to know that his brother's mind had been tampered with. Heavily and against his will.
Sovik managed to gut him and shove him off, running from the room.
"What did you do after that?" Sybok asked.
"I… I went to my mother to ask what she had done." Serik responded, watching his younger self traverse his childhood home to his mother's study.
The young Serik entered without permission, earning the disapproving stare of his mother. "What have you done to Sovik?" He asked, borderline demanded. His emotions were barely in check on the verge of bursting. "His mind has been tampered with."
"He has been helped. His emotional tendencies shall no longer interfere with his journey to follow the Vulcan way." His mother tall, slim and beautiful. Unlike the traditional black, her hair was a light brown and her eyes closer to gold than brown. She stood out as a Vulcan and had attracted the eye of their father, now deceased. "He will no longer stand apart from his peers."
"It was against his will."
"He has another appointment that will ease the stress on his mind from the change." She had spoken so easily about it. Her obsession for them not to stand out, not realizing how unVulcan that behavior was herself. She didn't seem to notice or care that she someone mind rape her son to fit the image she desired.
"Do not send him again."
His mother regarded him until finally she said, "I will consider it."
"But she did send him back, didn't she? Multiple times." Sybok said sympathetically.
"Yes."
Sovik was basically a machine, only for his instability to leak out in his dreams as he screamed and cried. Awake, he went through the movements. The only thing he showed any response too was Serik. He wouldn't allow Serik near him unless it was when he was suffering in his sleep. Then, Sovik would cling to him with a deathly grip begging him not to leave him.
Sovik's mental health continued to deteriorate. As the only evidence was Sovik's behavior when he was asleep, their mother paid little heed to him, brushing off his comment and asking if he was becoming emotional as well.
"What did you do, Serik?" Sybok asked him.
"….I killed her." Serik poured a tasteless accelerator into her food and fed it to her. From the shadows of the closet he watched her eat it, then stood as she coughed up blood and writhed on the ground. Afterwards, he pinned the death on a passing Starfleet officer. As officers were known for underhanded and malicious behavior, it was easy to get the Vulcan council to convict him. After all Vulcans couldn't lie and as the council saw it, he had no reason to kill her.
Orphaned and only 13 years old, there was little Serik could do on his own. His other family members wanted little to do with their half Romulan relatives. There was only one person who had offered to help restore Sovik's mind and remove the tampering. An ambassador who had happened to witness one of Sovik's breakdowns with his Vulcan wife. An ambassador named Sarek.
It took nearly a year to undo the damage to Sovik's mind. During that time, he was confined and in need of constant care. Serik in return strived to be the perfect Vulcan to turn talk away from Sovik to himself. His accomplishments, his status in the family, anything to improve their situation and treatment. If he had to sacrifice everything so Sovik could be himself, he wanted to give it.
But the guilt of his crime still weighed on him. Wasn't there another way? To go against Surak's teachings and take a life? It was nonsensical to worry about it now since he killed often in his line of work, but it was still there.
"You did nothing wrong Sovik. Protecting a loved one is only natural. It made you stronger, and Sovik, he remains true and pure doesn't he? Would you be able to live with yourself if you had let him decay into madness until his katra rotted away leaving a Vulcan shell behind?"
"No. I would never allow it," Serik said slowly, the muscles in his body relaxing as he spoke. It was not his fault. He had no other choice. There had been no other way at the time. There was no sin on his hands.
The grime and guilt that weighed him down melted away, and his body felt lighter than it had ever been. It really wasn't his fault. None of it could be helped. He had done the right thing. Sovik and him were always together. He couldn't let his mother destroy that.
"I too only want to help my brother. We can take him and Sovik away from here, and we can fight against the empire together. So," Sybok kneeled before him, meeting Serik at eye level, "will you help me?"
Jim jumped down from the Jefferies tube into the corridor, checking his surroundings before motioning Vo to follow. Vo jumped down, landing with an almost inaudible thud. Phasers drawn, they headed down the corridor. Vo took point, peering around corners before proceeding. Jim covered their backs, ensuring no one snuck up from behind.
Vo inhaled sharply when he looked past the last corner then relaxed, lowering his weapon. "It's just Phelps," he whispered, stepping out from cover.
"Phelps, glad to see you down here with us."
"Yeah," Phelps said, scratching the back of his head. Jim stepped out as well upon hearing the familiar voice. "Things have been confusing since the alarm went off then was cut. What's going on?"
"Majority of the ship seems to be without power, and we think there are intruders onboard.," Vo filled him in, still keeping an eye out. "You should join us."
"That's probably for the best," Phelps laughed, his grey eyes twinkling. "It's most likely some coup or something. Probably one of Captain Spock's lackeys that are still wondering around."
Something was off. Unease started creeping up on Jim the longer they stood in the hallway, something regarding Phelps. Jim's hand tightened around the phaser's grip unconsciously.
"Captain Spock," Vo asked. It was just slight, but Jim noticed that Vo had gripped his phaser tighter as well.
"Yeah. Speaking of the captain, where did you stash him away anyway? If they're after him, we should get there first."
With a fluid motion, Vo raised his weapon, aiming at Phelps' face. "There is only one captain on this ship, and it isn't the Vulcan."
Phelps' didn't lose that smile and the unease kept growing. Phelps had always had a rather cheery exposition, but this seemed unnatural, as if he was too happy. "Come on Vo, you know me. We've worked together for years. Stop messing around."
"You're right. I have worked with you for years," Vo's voice had gone flat and his eyes hard. "And you never once referred to the Vulcan with title when you weren't standing right in front of him."
Phelps hummed, his eyes drifting over lazily to Jim. "Lord Sybok wouldn't approve of violence, but in this case, I'll have to make an exception."
As the words left his lips, Vo shoved Jim hard, making the captain slam against the bulkhead.
Jim didn't even get the chance to recover before Vo had grabbed his arm and yanking him the other direction urging him to run, phaser fire flying everywhere. Other officers had stepped out from around the corners, firing at them. So Phelps wasn't really alone.
As they were crossing a walkway, Jim eyed another walkway below. "This way," he hissed, already jumping over the railing. He almost missed the landing, his foot slipping as he landed on the handrail, but thankfully, he fell forward. Vo wasn't so lucky, falling the opposite way and heading for a 30 foot drop to the floor below before Jim grabbed and yanked on his shirt, making him fall forward as well and landing on top of him.
Jim's head hit the ground as a result making his vision temporarily swim. He couldn't stop moving yet and both got onto their feet and scurried down the next hallway, turning at the first corner they saw and slipping into a room, locking the door.
"So he was one of them too," Jim whispered harshly and taking in the room they had escaped into. It appeared to be some sort of maintenance room with parts scattered all around.
"No. I know Phelps, and that wasn't him." Vo backed away from the door, taking a look around as well, but his voice sounded strained.
With closer inspection, using the light escaping under the door, Jim could faintly make out a dark spot on Vo's left side and pick up the scent of burnt flesh. "You're going to defend him after he shot at you?"
"We're fighting Vulcans. They tamper with minds remember."
Jim's mouth twisted unpleasantly at the reminder, but Vo was partially right. Phelps had never referred to Spock as captain before. So it really was Serik and Sovik behind all this "There's a vent just above the desk. We can use it to move around the floor and circle around back to that Jeffery tube we were heading for."
There was a bang on the door. "Take it. I'll hold them off here."
Jim scoffed. "If you think I'll thank you for doing your job, you have another thing coming." He was already shoving parts aside so he could get onto the table.
"Just go save your boyfriend already." At the word boyfriend, Jim lost his footing a bit, turning to look at Vo as if he had lost his mind. "Don't look at me like that Kirk. You think I didn't notice all the people you've been seducing kind of looks like Spock? And it isn't like you and McCoy argue quietly either."
Jim decided to ignore him, already in the middle of his climb. Vo smirked, returning his attention to the door and aiming. Why he decided to follow and protect Kirk was a mystery even to him. He was unstable, impulsive, and violent, but there was a charisma to him that couldn't help but pull Vo in. When he decided to support him, Vo couldn't help but think, it would be fun and it might be worth the headache that came with it.
Well, it was a shame he wouldn't be around to see what he would become.
The door exploded inward, and Vo pulled the trigger, shooting at the figures in the smoke.
Kirk and Spock was going to be one hell of a terrifying team.
Jim's confession had left Spock staggering. Nowhere in his calculations did he predict that the headstrong and stubborn man would admit to having feelings for him let alone be vulnerable in front of him.
Seeing Jim distraught, sitting on his lap, touching his skin, pressing his face against his neck and pleading for his forgiveness, the emotion that had proved rebellious previously returned with a vengeance, pounding against his shields.
What was it that wanted his attention so? Carefully, he brought down his shields, so he could examine it. It wasn't an emotion as he had originally thought. No. It was something he was not very familiar with. It was a bond.
Now it wasn't like he didn't have bonds. He had two, one with Sovik and Serik, but this one was different. Unlike the bonds with his Sa-mehks, this one was incomplete and unhealthy. It was not anchored correctly, as if it had been created spontaneously, and it wasn't properly cared for. It was very badly damaged. It should have broken down on its own. Spock had enough bad bonds in the past, and they had all dissipated on their own.
But knowing who the bond was too, he understood why it wasn't established correctly and why it had substantial damage. He had never once melded with Kirk. The bond had been created through physical contact alone. And due to the type of bond it was, a bond between lovers, bondmates, the need for direct mind to mind contact was needed to stabilize it.
That was it, wasn't it? The reason why Kirk and himself couldn't seem to leave each other alone. The reason why their libido seemed to dominate their actions. Without melding, the bond needed confirmation the other was there, alive and well, resulting in the need for nearly constant physical contact. And when he blocked off his emotions, he blocked the bond too, resulting in the side effects Kirk had mentioned in his rant. To Kirk's psynull mind, the block put it in confusion and showed the physical manifestations of a cut bond.
Kirk didn't love him. It was just the bond. An invisible chain that had linked Kirk to himself. The emotions and feelings were nothing but the effects that compatible minds had on one another. A t'hy'la bond. A bond that was to be hated and deterred from creating. It should be destroyed.
Even as he thought this, even though it was easy to snap the bond that did not have a proper foundation and in poor health, he was protective of it. Since Jim leaving his prison, he had attempted to destroy it three separate times, and found that he could not. He wanted to heal it, protect it. He wanted to firmly establish it so that it could grow properly because every time his mind touched that bond, he felt …complete. Something dangerous indeed. He could only imagine the damage that could be inflicted on a bonded pair should one meet his/her demise.
There was irony in the situation. All this time, he was cursing his human half for his fascination with Kirk when it all came down to his Vulcan half in the end.
He really needed to destroy it.
Stealing himself, he attempted to touch and destroy the bond yet again. It required much concentration. If he ripped it out, even in this state, he'd do damage to his own mind. So carefully, he began to unravel its complexity. Each layer he undid made him more irritable and his conviction kept wavering every second. He needed Kirk. No, that was just a weakness he needed to cut. Kirk loved him. But those emotions were fabricated. Kirk was his. Kirk had betrayed him.
His hands began to shake as he neared the end of completing the task. It hurt. It was killing him. What was he doing? Why was he doing this? Why did this bond still compel him to want to be by Kirk's side and forgive him for his transgressions? The pain was nearly unbearable.
The opening of the door, snapped him out of the final process. That wasn't good. The urge to go to Kirk's side and remedy the situation was strong. Consuming even. It wasn't the human emotions, but the Vulcan ones.
"I found him!" The man at the door yelled. It was a human dressed in heavy, winter like clothing, with fur sewn into the cloth around the neck and cuffs. The human had shaggy dark brown hair and a five o'clock shadow, and tanned skin.
"Young master Spock, we've been looking everywhere for you," the man said with concern, going to him. "Let's get you out of here."
Out? Spock thought, distantly.
"Don't worry, Lord Sybok, is waiting for you. He's already got one of your servants." The man held a key in his hands, moving to release the cuffs. "With your help, we could actually take over this ship." The man was overly familiar with him, talking to Spock as if they were old acquaintances, releasing his feet first.
So it was Sybok, was it?
"Once we kill that captain," the main said, releasing Spock's hands, "no one will stand in our way."
Spock grabbed the man's neck with his free hand, squeezing tightly. With what seemed like slow motion, Spock met the man's eyes, Spock's eyes nearly black. "You will not harm James Tiberius Kirk."
The man clawed at Spock's hands, digging into his skin and drawing green blood. Spock's grip tightened and tightened until not even a sound could escape the man then tightened some more until he heard the neck snap. He let go of the body drop.
Spock turned to the door where he could hear more people heading his way. Probably the people the man had called over. Bending down, he took the man's phaser rifle into his hands and released the safety. No one would harm what was rightfully his.
So those who haven't watched the original Star Trek movies, Sybok is a very powerful psychic with the ability to enter people's minds without touching them and view the thing they regret most, he then helps them through this pain, which makes these people extremely loyal to him. Sybok was Sarek's son with his first wife.
The Romulan conversation goes like this:
A Romulan?
No, I proclaim myself Vulcan
Vulcan? Young Master Spock?
Yeah, I'm being lazy with the translations.
