Disclaimer : No one is mine, not even Soval.
Notes : Hello all!
Yes I'm writing Soval again, this time for a whump piece. It's the first time I write something of that nature and so I hope I did it justice. I'm writing as I go, so don't be mad if I don't update everyday!
I'm French and so I apologise if my english is bad or awkward, I'm open to *constructive* criticism! :D
He woke to someone kicking him in the ribs.
Gasping, he attempted to roll away but his hands were tied behind his back, considerably limiting his movements. Another kick convinced him to stay still.
Soval was lying on his side, face burning after scraping it on sharp rocks when he fell. A trickle of blood obscured his vision and he blinked hard to clear his eyes. His body was sore, muscles spasming erratically.
"Who are you?" He coughed, disturbing the dirt and eliciting more hacking from his lungs.
"Your new owners."
Soval scoffed.
The Orion Slavers were both exemplary specimen of their species. Bulky, covered with painful-looking piercings and scars. But most of all, a cruel greedy expression that would not leave their complexion.
"My name is Soval. I am a Vulcan Ambassasor. It would be in your best interest to release me." He gritted his teeth around a grunt as the second slaver kicked him in the back.
"Ah yes. The infamous Soval."
The Orion slowly circled around the Vulcan, sizing him up, staring at him from all angles as if inspecting an interesting item.
"Indeed." Internally he squirmed, not liking the strange glint the Slaver's eyes held as he glared at him. He could think of nothing else to say. Ice dripped down his spine.
They were going to sell him.
"We know you went against your mighty High Command, against your government. Are you sure they will look for you?"
Perhaps not. But the Enterprise will.
Right?
"I put an end to a corrupted regime. The High Command is no more. Which you should know." He chuckled. "Evidently, your spying needs some w-"
A boot lashed out at his chest, abruptly stealing his breath. He instinctively curled in on himself, gasping and groaning breathlessly as the beating continued.
It had stopped, he did not precisely know when. His head was throbbing in time with his frantic heart.
-Why wouldn't it slow down? His mental discipline was no help- A hit must have impacted his temple. Soval had barely felt the pain as his vision had whited out. Did he lose consciousness? His ears were ringing with laughter and jeering.
He tried to open his eyes, with a stubborn desire to at least look at his attackers, to face them -But his vision swam and the light was too bright-
He suddenly felt sick.
Concussion. His mind supplied. His head refused to stop spinning, the nausea escalate in equal measure.
The Vulcan gave up on trying to see the Slavers, feeling a spike of fear and anger as more jeering smothered him. At least his stomach settled. Making a conscious effort to ignore the rancous taunting and the light jabs the Slavers were now pelting him with, Soval sifted through his foggy memories.
He had to remember.
How did he get here?
Comfortably seated at the controls, Soval steered his shuttle toward the meeting point. The Enterprise was waiting for him. He checked the remaining distance left to travel.Estimated time : 2 hours. The ship's console alerted him with a sharp sound as it received a transmission. It was a distress signal. Originating from a moon orbiting a yellow dwarf star.
Soval searched through the Vulcan Database, attempting to find information about the satellite. He did not find much. It was just a moon after all, Vulcans most likely did not give it a second glance. Soval allowed a little sigh to escape. He knew it was a foolish thought, and selfish really, but he hoped the incident would not endanger his meet-up with the starship.
He set the new course.
The Vulcan's thoughts drifted back to thebombing of Earth's Embassy.
Admiral Forrest laying crumpled and bleeding on top of him. The Human gave his life to save his, without hesitation.
The corrupted High Command, in league with the Romulans.
V'Las slandering his name -You bring shame to Vulcan. And to yourself- for having performed a mind-meld. Soval itched to get his hands on the traitor.
Control.
So many people dead -forty-three, he would not forget- Vulcan and Human alike. Needless deaths. Soval felt such a potent rage for the one who had orchestrated it all, it would frighten him at times. He did not feel comfortable knowing he was capable of such hatred. The emotion was ugly and poisonous. And yet he could not part from it.
He refused to.
Control.
Remembering that Archer, a Human; a reckless, immature or so he thought, Human, had carried the Katra of Surak, the father of Logic, which never ceased to awe the Vulcan. He was grateful and humbled. His people were brought back on the right path at last.
The Captain had seen him in a new light, that day. Hazel eyes soft and warm, with a new understanding he did not possess before, as he himself had considered the Human differently from this moment on. The barriers that had slowly been disappearing over the years, had now abated. Friendship and understanding took their place. He was proud to call Captain Archer his friend.
Soval did not try to suppress the emotion that accompanied this conclusion, and he basked in the warm feeling for an instant.
Abruptly the shuttle jolted and rattled around him. A cannon-like blast rocked the ship and his upperbody snapped forward. With a cry, Soval felt his head painfully impact the console. Blinking blood out of his tunneling vision, the Vulcan pushed most of the pain away through sheer will and focused on his descent. The thrusters starting to fail, he did his best to correct the shuttle's entry point and attempt a smooth landing.
Through the screen, he saw the grim, dead surface of the moon rushing up to meet him.
He braced for impact.
Stumbling away from the wreckage on shaking legs, searing pain running through his limbs and his head spinning- he could not see straight. Where was he? The distress signal-
It was a trap.
Cold. Breath swirling in a thin mist as he gasps for breath.
A shout. A sharp sting blooming on his back and he buckles, falling to his knees to the sound of laughter.