Author's Note: *blows noisemakers* Ta-da! *throws confetti* To make up for not posting last week I thought I would post two chapters! It took an extra week of not posting, simply because I needed to sit and think how I wanted to go into writing Beyond (as explained at the end).

And since the next time I update the date would've passed: Happy Valentines Day!

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek! All Rights belong to JJ Abrams (movie references) and Gene Roddenberry (TOS references). Any grammatical errors or mistakes you find I hope you can forgive me! Happy reading everyone!


"I've got it!" Mister Scott had yelled out, breathing heavily at having worked as quickly as he could to give the ship the boost that we needed to escape. I reached down into the shaft that he had been working in, offering him my hand to take so that I could haul him back up to our level. "Now! Reroute the power!"

Keenser, Mister Scott's little helper, started moving across the station that he was waiting on and in front of us I could see more of the shuttle crafts being destroyed just as they were taking off. The ship started to come to life, and for a second I felt a sense of hope before I noticed that the attacks on our ship started to get stronger.

I went over to the station, going over to a different console that Keenser wasn't working on as I brought up our ship's readings. We indeed got our ship moving, but we weren't moving fast enough. Before my very eyes the schematics had changed, connection between the saucer and the docking assembly weren't responding to each other. The enemy had gone in for the kill, severing the docking assembly and rendering us powerless. At that very moment, from above us the alarm started to sound throughout the ship issuing a ship wide evacuation to all that were still aboard the saucer.

"Abandon ship. All personnel evacuate immediately."

"Come Mister Scott." I yelled, accessing this floors schematics before jumping into action. "Keenser, with me. Keep close."

"We need to get to the escape pods!" Mister Scott yelled back as he ran to keep up with me.

"There's one located nearby, but we'll need to make our way to the other side of the saucer for us to reach the remaining pods." I informed as I reached over to the side wall, activating the Kelvin pod and motioned for Keenser to step inside. "I'm inputting the sequence that'll take you safely down to the planet's surface. The pod will take you straight down."

Keenser gave us a sad chirp before Mister Scott knelt down, he spoke to the little alien and urged Keenser to gather his courage. "We'll see you down there, alright?"

I activated the pod, and the second it shot out and off the ship I motioned for Mister Scott to follow. "Just before we left I located any remaining Kelvin pods still on this level. I'll lead us there. Don't fall behind."

We made a run through engineering, coming to a brief stop in the center of the walkway as I recalled the floor plan and where we needed to go next. From behind us, over the sound of the breaking of our ship I heard the sound of a weapon starting up and taking aim.

"Mister Scott!" I yelled as I reached over and grabbed the Scottish man by the back of his neck and forced him to lower his head just as sparks started to fly the second the phaser had hit the metal bar above us. Just where his head would've been. I turned around to see that the enemy had boarded our ship, they looked to be searching for something and we were in their way. "This way!"

"Why are we here!" Mister Scott exclaimed as we took a glance around the room we were in. We had snuck into one of the weapons bay rooms where our long range torpedoes were being kept. I started to come up with a way for the two of us to escape, while Mister Scott on the other hand seemed to be panicking as he took a quick glance back the way we came. "This is a dead end!"

"In there." I pointed toward one of the torpedoes that were armed and prepared to launch. These were similar to those that I had built and encased around the cryotubes that held my crew. "I can empty out the contents, make it functional for you to fit in and pilot."

"And what about oxygen!" Mister Scott voiced his concern, coming over to my side as I went about emptying out the dangerous components that made up the torpedo. "In case you've forgotten Khan, we're in space and I'm not you! I need to breathe."

"You of little faith, Mister Scott." I clicked my tongue to the top of my teeth as I concentrated on reconfiguring the torpedo, working on two at the same time. "I'll install a breathing mask that will allow you a few minutes of oxygen, in that time you need to quickly make your way down to the planet." I started hooking up more wires inside the torpedo. "Once I finish, get in and I'll place you into the launch tube."

"And what about you?" Mister Scott asked.

"I'll have the crane do the work for me." I gritted my teeth. "No more questions, I need to concentrate. The enemy is breathing down our necks and we are pressed for time."


The landing was rough, I felt the casing around me knock against some solid objects that jostled my body around the casing. With the help of the small pad I installed I was able to guide the torpedo down to safety toward the planet even if my sight was compromised. I waited, rather impatiently, for the casing to come to a complete stop before ripping off the oxygen mask and forced open the casing.

The bright light produced by the planet's sun blinded me, a complete contrast from the darkness of space. I looked around the casing and let out a thoughtful hum, it was a work in progress with the oxygen close to depleting, but it could work in the future if the escape pods became damaged during an altercation. It was a last minute fix, but it did its job and got me down to the planet safely.

"Now, where…" I spoke out loud, glancing around in hopes of seeing the torpedo that held Mister Scott, and just as I was about to voice my concern from above I saw the second torpedo casing hit a bunch of sharp rocks that jutted out from the mountain side, passing just over my head.

I jumped out of the torpedo and raced over to where I had seen the torpedo fly off to, jumping over hurdles and the rocky terrain just in time to see Mister Scott sit up from inside his torpedo. His casing had come to a screeching stop and was balancing just over the edge of a cliff.

I pushed myself to a sprint, adrenaline pumping through my body the second I saw Mister Scott start to hastily climb out, the sudden motion causing the torpedo to tip over to the other side due to the imbalance. The man had jumped just as the torpedo plummeted over the side, and when he had reached out to grab for something to save him his hands had slipped and found nothing to grip onto to save him. I skidded on the ground, stopping just at the edge as half of my body went over the side and I had grabbed a hold of his hand before he could fall to his death.

"Khan!" Mister Scott let out a breathy yell of relief at seeing me, smiling from ear to ear as his free hand that was dangling at his side reached up to enforce his grip over my own. Mister Scott used his feet to kick up against the mountain side as I used my strength to pull him back onto solid ground. We both collapsed on the ground the second he had been safely pulled from danger. "You're a genius, your last minute tinkering really worked!"

"Of course it did Mister Scott." I looked around, making sure that there were none of those alien ships that had followed us. "We can't stay here any longer, there may be more of those intruders that attacked us searching for any survivors." I got to my feet, dusting my clothing of any dirt that was kicked up, before reaching down to forcefully yank the Scotsman to his feet. "We must find a way back to your torpedo casing, gather what we could use to find and locate the rest of our crew."

"I hope Keenser's alright…" I heard Mister Scott mumble as we started walking, trying to find a safe way down to where I could only guess the torpedo had crashed. We had a long way to go, a lot of space to travel, and we had to hurry to the crash site.

"He'll be fine, Mister Scott." I assured as we kept walking, noticing that the further down we traveled into the wooded area a fog like mist started to settle around us.

"And how can you be so sure?" Mister Scott asked, picking up his pace to walk beside me as I heard heavy breathing from the exhausted man.

"I'm not sure," I stopped and quickly turned back to the man who almost ran right into me. "isn't that what people do? Give others hope?" I stared down at Mister Scott, waiting for an answer, and when he gave none I turned back to continue walking. "If you want it from a logical standpoint, if we survived in a makeshift escape pod, then we can hope that Keenser along with the rest of our crew survived since they were in an actual escape pod meant to take the contents inside to safety."

"Tell me, Khan, are you feeling…" Mister Scott's voice trailed off at the end. I heard the uncertainty in his voice signaling that this was a topic that he didn't want to bring up. Either it wasn't something he was comfortable talking about, or it was a topic that would cause discomfort for me. I'd say that it was both.

"Feeling what?" I asked as we continued the descent, putting a lot of distance from us and the destroyed area of our crash site.

"Back on the Vengeance 3 years ago, you felt a strong emotion that time when Ally…well when she…" Mister Scott started to stumble over his words, and I knew what he was trying to ask. "What I'm trying to say-ask is, is Ally…you know."

"She's alive, that I am certain of." I said with confidence, whether I was just giving myself false hope, I needed to believe that she was alive. The connection we shared was still there, something was telling me she was still alive, I just couldn't explain how exactly I knew. So long as that connection didn't snap, to feel that intense surge of negative emotion and emptiness as I did back on the Vengeance, I will continue holding onto that hope that she's somewhere on this planet looking for us.

"There! I see it!" Mister Scott called out as he dashed toward the casing that had snapped in half, pushing past me as he went about rummaging through the wreckage. "My communicator has to be here somewhere…ah!" Mister Scott had scooped a tiny black box that had blended into the dirt. He had flipped the front open and I watched as the cover flew completely off the hinges. When I got closer to the man I also saw that the communicator was also smashed in a few areas. Mister Scott had threw the useless thing over his shoulder before holding his hand out expectantly toward me. "Khan! Where's your communicator?"

"Trashed." I stated as I looked out into the dense forest, hearing the faintest snapping of a twig and approaching footsteps.

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" Mister Scott huffed as he looked around for another solution. The footsteps were getting closer and from behind one of the large boulders three alien life forms stepped out from where they had been hiding. Addressing us in a language I could not distinguish or place. My eyes went straight to the weapons they were holding and I immediately put my guard up, they weren't here to talk that much I was certain of.

"Hello there." But apparently Mister Scott was in the mood to talk as he cautiously stepped in front of me. "My name is Montgomery Scott. And, uh, who might you be?"

"Mister Scott," I called out to the man without taking my eyes off the three figures who started to advance toward us as they continued to speak. "I suggest you take a step back."

"Watch it, sonny. I'm pretty handy when I want to be, all right?" Mister Scott put up his fists, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the actions of my 'superior' officer. What was he going to do against aliens with weapons with just his fists?

Just as they made the slightest movement to attack, I had stepped forward and maneuvered my body in front of Mister Scott. Ready for a fight that was unavoidable at this point before a feminine voice caught my ears bringing all of our attention to where it had come from.

From behind our three unwanted guests a woman with white skin stepped forward and made herself known. This woman wore what resembled clothing similar to that of a scavenger, and I could only wonder if these aliens standing in front of us were scavengers as well. It would explain the reason why they appeared just as we had close to the wreckage of what used to be the long range torpedo. She had pure white hair with black tribal markings running from the top of her head down to her chin as she conversed with the aliens in front of us.

Things escalated before anyone could react, the woman had reached to the belts on her waist and threw out these tiny disks that lit up and hovered in the air producing exact copies of her that surrounded our enemy. I stepped back along with Mister Scott, watching and observing as she took on the other alien scavengers single handedly.

As she and her clones fought I noticed that though the holograms were simply that, holograms, they were able to inflict damage while being untouchable as I've seen when one of the scavengers had attacked her holographic image. It didn't vanish on contact, simply caused a disruption in the light beams that caused the image to fizzle out before coming together once more, but that didn't disturb their relentless attacks.

When one was left standing, the woman had pointed a makeshift knife to the lone alien's throat, still talking in whatever language they were speaking in, but I was curious about the devices she had brought with her.

'Holodisk.' I thought with a smirk as I bent down to study the inactive holodisk on the ground, noticing that it was built from scratch. 'Very clever.'

I heard a few grunts and yells coming from both the woman and Mister Scott, why he decided to yell when he had nothing to do with coming out of that fight alive I would never understand. But he's always been that way, a mystery and a bit odd, but someone who I could respect due to his love for engineering and tinkering with things to improve their functions. Never giving up on what many considers impossible.

"Don't come back!" Mister Scott proclaimed with a chuckle. "We certainly showed them, eh, lassie?"

I watched the interaction between the Chief Engineer and the mysterious woman, watching as she went about gathering and collecting pieces of the wrecked torpedo which proved my assumption correct as she searched for specific materials. She was a scavenger.

"Hold on now, that's Starfleet property, okay. You cannae just take it." Mister Scott started to protest and when she reacted with hostility, pointing her little knife to his throat that caused the man to take a step back and hold his hands up to show that he wasn't a threat. "Uh, but I'm feeling generous today, so have at it."

"Honestly Mister Scott…" I mumbled as I came up from behind the man and pulled on his shirt, putting myself between the engineer and the unknown woman with a weapon pointed at his throat. "what did that academy of yours teach you?"

"I'd like to see you try!" Mister Scott tried to argue. "What did you do while this whole ordeal went down?"

"Taking those men down would've been easy, but I was more interested in the technology this woman was using so I stood back and observed." I stated as I turned back to the woman. "Besides, it looked like she had things under control. My main concern was making sure you didn't get yourself killed."

"You," The woman spoke, her English sounded slightly chopped up and off coming from her mouth as she pointed toward the insignia on our uniform. "where you get that?"

"Is that English?" Mister Scott asked and I could only sigh, resisting the urge to place my hand across my face.

"No, it's German." I sarcastically remarked as Mister Scott jabbed me in my side.

"I learn it from my house." The woman stated, ignoring what I had said. "Where you get that?"

"It's our Starfleet insignia." Mister Scott responded.

"What does it mean?" The woman asked.

"It means that we are officers of Starfleet. Engineering division." I responded as I saw slight recognition cross her eyes. "You've seen this before?"

"Engineering?" The woman asked, her gold eyes never leaving the insignia.

"Aye, that's right. We fix things." Mister Scott reiterated, adding emphasis as he made a silly motion of pretending to fix something.

"Mister Scott, I think our friend here is clever enough to know what engineering is." I sighed as the woman went back to collecting random parts scattered across the ground.

"You're not with those bastards that killed our ship, are you?" Mister Scott asked which caused the woman to spit on the ground just inches from his boot, offended at such an accusation.

"I'll take that as a no." Mister Scott concluded.

"He is Krall. Him and his…" The woman looked to be searching for the best word to describe what they were. "bees. They search the stars for a death machine. They are the reason why you are here. Why we are all here."

"Even those three scunners?" Mister Scott asked as he pointed back to the way those three scavengers scampered off to as the woman then yanked off a large piece of metal from the front half of the torpedo.

"They have fallen from the sky, like me and you." The woman said before she took a glance around. "Come with me. Now!"

"Wait, no…hang on a minute, lassie. I'm having a difficult day here." Mister Scott protested. "I've gotta find my crewmates…we've gotta find them."

"I will help you find your mates." The woman proclaimed after giving what Mister Scott said a thought. "And then you will help me."

"With what?" Mister Scott asked as the woman mimicked the same motion that Mister Scott had done just moments ago. "You want me to fix something?"

"Yes. You help me, and I help you." The woman stated.

"All right, well, things being as they are, I doubt I'll get a better offer today, so, lead the way." Mister Scott motioned for the woman to continue walking.

"Good. I am Jaylah. And you are Montgomery Scott." This woman, Jaylah, must've been close by and heard when he had introduced himself.

"Aye, Scotty." Mister Scott nodded his head, slightly correcting her and giving her the name he's usually addressed by.

"And you?" Jaylah turned to look past Mister Scott to me.

"Khan." Simple, she didn't need to know more, we were pressed for time, and I'm sure she knew that as well as she simply nodded her head in understanding.

"Come now, Khan and Montgomery Scotty." Jaylah said as she hurried off and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yes, let's go Montgomery Scotty." I ran forward to catch up with the woman with Mister Scott trailing not far behind. Hearing him grumbling to himself about it being 'just Scotty' and irritable that I, as well as Jaylah, seem to not want to call him that. "Tell me Miss Jaylah, about your miniaturized holodisk…"


I followed Jaylah close behind, I wasn't sure if I could completely trust her just yet, but she was the only hope we had at the moment on finding our crew…on finding where my Mate was located.

Though she was a woman of few words, I was still able to converse with her about the technology she had in her possession, it was an insightful conversation to say the least. Though sadly, Mister Scott wasn't able to listen or give any input of his own. Due to what little exercise he did he was trailing farther behind and Jaylah was getting impatient with how slow we were going.

"Hurry." Jaylah called back to the engineer as we stepped up and over a rocky ledge. I had noticed a few small devices on our passing, placed strategically on the ground, flash blue. Possibly a security device to notify her of potential danger that was trespassing into her territory.

"Are we there yet?" Mister Scott huffed in exhaustion.

"Stop asking that." Jaylah irritably stated as we turned into a cave, making our way further into the mountain. "Sorry." "This is the way. Come." Into the darkness we went, not being able to see our hands in front of our faces, or where exactly we were walking. I made sure to pay close attention, listening in case we were walking into a trap set up by this woman. "And watch your steps. You do not want to set off my traps."

As we walked further in, there was a slight disturbance of light, similar to when those scavengers had disrupted her holograms. A scan? Or possibly something to camouflage and hide her 'home'.

"Oh. That's clever." Mister Scott commented as I went over to where I assumed Jaylah had gone off to. "What is this place?" "This is my home." "Your house? Hold on a minute. Is this a ship?"

"A very old ship judging off the machinery and equipment." I reached over to a contraption that Jaylah had passed. "I'd say this model is at least a hundred years old."

"I help you find your friends and you help me fix it." From where I heard Jaylah's voice I saw a single ray of light that she had switched on. "So I can leave this planet forever."

"Wait a minute. Is this your ship?" Mister Scott asked as I followed the duo further, deeper, into the ship.

"No, Montgomery Scotty." Jaylah said as she shined her flashlight onto a plague on the wall, and what was on the plague was a surprise to the both of us. "It's yours."

"Oh, my good Lord." Mister Scott exclaimed.

"The USS Franklin." I read off. "A mystery unsolved until now, question now is…we have the ship…" I looked around the abandoned ship, recognizing familiar and unfamiliar parts and equipment. How long had this woman been trying to repair this old ship? "what happened to its crew."

We had gone straight to work on repairing this ancient ship that Jaylah had in her possession with no clue how much time had truly passed. I wanted to hold up our end of the bargain that Mister Scott had promised the woman, the faster we worked the faster I could find Allyson. What surprised me the most was how truly intelligent Jaylah actually was, having had a special talent with machines as she revealed that she'd been working on this ship for a very long time. As Mister Scott and Jaylah spoke, I continued to work on my section of the ship without rest. She had a knack for machinery since she was a little girl and her English was taught to her by the old ship logs that were still accessible. It was too familiar to a previous mission that I had worried for a split second that we would have another Charlie on our hands, but that worry was squashed. The woman didn't seem like the type to possess such powers.

I'd like it noted that I liked to work in silence, it gives me time to think, to come up with many more alternatives to substitute these old equipment with the new. Bringing this old ship into the 23rd century. I'd also like to note that I had no problem with music, it was soothing when the time was right.

So, why is it that I find myself gritting my teeth, writhing in absolute agony at the obnoxious blaring music, the screams of old tunes blaring over the speaker system that Jaylah installed inside this blasted old ship. My patience was wearing thin. It had prevented me on several occasions from doing my work properly that I had gone over to stop the music, intent on smashing her music box. Only for Jaylah and myself to come at a standoff when she had come over to stand in my way, insisting that she worked better with music while I argued that a lot more could be done if there was silence.

Mister Scott, thankfully, had come to intervene before I decided to just smash the box before she could even react. Going through her if I must just to silence the blasted thing.

"I thought I heard something familiar," Mister Scott came strutting into the area Jaylah and I were working on. I stepped away from the woman and moved back to my area. "where on earth is that coming from?"

"There." The both of us answered as we simultaneously pointed toward her improvised speaker box. "I plugged the little box in the power cell and the little mouths make it sing."

"That's very clever." Mister Scott chuckled and I could only scoff.

"I'd use another word to describe it," I growled as Mister Scott sent a glare my way. "and it's not clever. More...a nuisance."

"Music's a bit old-fashioned for my taste, too old for Mister Grumpy over there, not to mention very loud and distracting, but, aye, well played." Mister Scott lightly insulted me as I shook my head while hearing Jaylah laugh.

"I like the beats and shouting." Jaylah proclaimed.

"Oh, you do?" Mister Scott's voice squeaked, knowing that his little hint to Jaylah about turning off the music went straight over her head.

Soon after, my ears had picked up the tiny sound of an alarm, drowned out by the loud music that was being played on the speaker, but I heard it...it was there, and so did Jaylah as her hands halted in her work.

"Switch it off." Jaylah told Mister Scott who leisurely brushed her away. "Ach, you're okay." "Switch it off!" Jaylah urgently yelled which caused Mister Scott to respond without question. There was indeed a distinct sound of an alarm going off as I watched Jaylah get up from her crouched position and started to walk away. "Someone set off one of my traps."

Mister Scott set the datapad he was working on down and went to follow Jaylah before stopping and sending me a patronizing stare.

"What?" I asked, not taking my eyes off what I was working on.

"We're not gonna just let her go off on her own, are we?" Mister Scott asked.

"She can handle herself, as we have seen the other day." I stated plainly before feeling my arm being yanked away from the machinery I was tinkering on.

"There could be more of them that followed us! Krall and his men!" Mister Scott argued. "And if we lose her, our only lead to finding and retrieving our crew goes out the window." Mister Scott tried and failed to drag me along. "If you want to find Ally, stop being so damn stubborn!"

"Damn you." I growled as I dropped everything I was fixing and turned back to the man who jumped at my sudden movement. "Well? Let's go."

I followed Mister Scott closely as we exited the ship and back out into the forest, running to catch up with the woman who had slowed her pace and urged us to keep quiet when Mister Scott had accidentally stepped on a twig.

"Shh." Jaylah warned as we carefully and quietly walked down the steps to where one of her traps were located. She had taken the weaponized staff off her back, arming it and raring to go as we stepped around the corner. Mister Scott reached for a sizable rock, arming himself at the potential danger that was around the corner as we followed Jaylah. Inching our way through the tight spaces between the boulders, and when we stepped around the boulder the sight before me caused me to laugh.

"Captain?" Mister Scott's voice raised an octave higher at seeing our captain stuck in some sort of hardened brown substance.

"You know these men?" Jaylah asked as Mister Scott threw the rock he was holding to the ground and crawled his way over a boulder on the ground to where their bodies were suspended.

"Aye, lassie." Mister Scott pointed to each of them. "That wee man there is Pavel Chekov." "Hello." "And that handsome bastard is James T. Kirk. They're my mates."

"Two out of a few hundred." I commented as I studied where they were suspended, judging off their bodies it looked as if they were in the process of escaping mid jump.

"It's good to see you, sir." Mister Scott smiled before Jaylah shoved Mister Scott to the side, tinkering with the interface on her staff which caused our captain and Chekov to panic.

"What is she doing, Scotty?" Kirk questioned.

"Don't hurt them. Because-" Mister Scott whispered, pleaded, to Jaylah who continued to tinker with her staff causing it to extend and elongate. "No, don't! Khan, hit her!" Through all their talking and protesting, Jaylah did not let that deter her from releasing Kirk and Chekov from her trap her own way. She had reared back her staff and smashed it against the substance that trapped Kirk and Chekov, shattering it on impact which caused the two men to fall hard on the boulder just below them.

"You're free, James T."


So, I thought I would do things a little differently going into Beyond, and I hope I don't screw this up haha. It's a gamble, and I have at least four more chapters already prepared and ready to go (just needs to be checked over and corrected) because of this gamble I'm taking. Because the movie jumps around, showing so many different scenarios I had to decide if I wanted to keep switching between POV's in each chapter or tell a crewman's experience on Altamid from one view. I had to think what would be less confusing. So, I hope I do (and did) a good job in the coming chapters that will be coming out. I'm sorry that this was a long explanation lol.

If you are enjoying yourself and my story: review, follow, and favorite! But it's not mandatory =) just knowing that you gave my story a chance, decided to read my creation makes me incredibly happy! I hope everyone is continuing staying safe! Sending positive vibes your way!
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