STAR TREK: NEMESIS- Chronicles- By the Lightless Flame
Story Concept Created by John Logan, Rick Berman, and Brent Spiner
All Star Trek characters and related concepts are property of Paramount. All concepts created solely by the Lightless Flame are the property of the Lightless Flame. Violators will be prosecuted by Federal Law.
PROLOGUE- A Time for Everything
Darkness.
The pulsating lights throbbed in the large banquet room, and the din of alien voices filled the heavy air. A subtle clanging of glass could be heard as the Romulans dressed with darkness toasted to the writhing figure in the center of the room on an elevated stage area.
19 years old, the human woman lifted her arms and slowly wrapped her hips around to the heavy beat of the music. The shadows played off her thin waist and her muscular thighs, beating in the foggy dimness. Her well angled legs twisted around a metal pole in the center of the stage, now in between her legs as she rode it sideways. Her long hair draped down to the stage as she leaned back, her exposed breasts perked into the air as her bare tan skin flushed with excitement.
"So, the proposition...it is complete?" A well-decorated Romulan sitting far from the stage watched the exotic dancer with enthralled eyes, his voice low and controlled. Besides him, a Reman sat uncovered and unashamed, sticking out obviously in the room of Romulans.
"You have great entertainment for such an occasion," the Reman licked his bony lips and ran his claws up his muscular thighs.
"Well," the Romulan turned, his gaze meeting the Remans, "This isn't just any business deal we're celebrating, now is it?"
The Reman smiled sinisterly, "Of course not."
The dancer looked out into the crowds as she rubbed the pole up and down her back and firm butt, her eyes catching the gaze of the Reman. She tried to conceal the curious grin that appeared on her face, and she approached the edge of the stage. A few Romulans in the room glanced somewhat anxiously at the strange alien, and then watched her as she slinked into the crowds through the tables to the one where her master and the Reman sat.
"Aradia...give our guest a show he won't forget..." the Romulan grinned and shoved a large glass of Romulan Ale to her.
She greedily swigged the Ale in a few quick gulps, and brushing the soft strands of her hair from her face, she lowered her hands to the Reman's broad shoulders. With a look of quiet approval, the Reman leaned back and growled assertively. His small eyes shined threateningly at the Romulans around him despite the modern Allies they had formed.
Aradia closed her eyes and let the music overcome her, her face relaxing into a trance-like seductive grin. The Ale burned in her throat more than usual, and she reached her arms around the monster's bony cold neck as she lap-danced on him. She soon felt two clawed talons reaching around the curve of her small hips, and the coolness that exuded from the Reman gave her chills. Inside her mind, she entered a world where she wasn't really there. A world where she wasn't lap-dancing for a Reman or for a Romulan master. But instead where she was in control of her own body, her own mind most of all.
Aradia opened her eyes when the strobe lights suddenly became dimmer and slower in her vision. Swaying to the side she looked down at the face of the Reman, who smiled wryly and pulled her body closer, her groin now grinding into his fiercely. The quiet voices around her turned from a clear hush to garbled foreign language, and everything slowed down as if she was in an old-fashioned movie and someone had hit "pause".
"The bitch still tries to fuck even when she's unconscious!"
Aradia felt her eyelids falling shut like heavy metal doors, and desperately she held onto consciousness as she heard the voice of her master becoming more vicious than she'd ever heard it before. She felt the talons digging into her back greedily, and she felt the heavy body of the Reman pressing against her. The talons reached into the tight shorts and Aradia cringed when she felt the cool air in the room suddenly hitting her now bare groin. She felt something cold and flat behind her as she tried to push the heavy body off of her. She heard the scream that erupted from her throat, not by her own conscious will but by some terrified force inside that knew what was happening. It was the same little girl inside her that she could hear crying at night as she thought about her past and its mistakes, or how she herself was nothing but a mistake. And every time, the little girl was overwhelmed by the pain, unwillingly pushed into the bloody mess of adulthood too soon. Just as now she unwillingly gave into the hard touch of the Reman's metal- cold body.
The last thing she heard before she lost awareness was the wild cheering above her that sounded as distant as earthen thunder was to Romulus, and the low rhythmic growls of the Reman that felt as unreal as a ghost.
Darkness.
It was night.
The shirtless young man was alone in the barren mud-packed room that he called his and several other of his brothers' "home". The cool breeze of the Reman world whipped around more violently than usual, and in the distance fires burned brightly against the black land below. The atmosphere outside was that of a typical Reman evening, a blood red-grey of the distant clouds the only color in the consistently opaque world.
"Shinzon?" a voice growled from the incline outside the elevated room that led down to the larger room below.
The 18-year-old ignored it and stepped to the window that stared out into the patchy oblivion of the Reman sky, letting the foggy shadows fall across his muscular pectorals. For a moment, Shinzon closed his eyes and savored the cool night. He brought his hands to the sill, gently tracing the moist mud with his fingertips as he opened his eyes. The softness of the mud welcomed his dry flesh, and he relished every second of soft soil he felt in the rock-hard world. As the shadows decorated his hardened face, his calloused demeanor was betrayed by the longing gaze he held into the sea of stars above. The all-too-human emotion in his eyes seemed to deny the very existence of his dominantly Reman upbringing.
Suddenly a white light quickly ripped across a clear break in the sky. Shinzon frowned momentarily and cocked his head to the side, pondering the curious light. Nevertheless he was still enthralled by the colors his eyes absorbed, unmoving from the spot even as he heard the footsteps of his closest Reman brother, Vkruk, pounding up the incline.
The Reman stopped at the doorway, his voice still a low growl. "Shinzon? Come. Tonight is the night you are initiated."
Shinzon let a deep sigh rumble in his chest. He turned momentarily, opening his mouth to protest, but the absolute expression on Vkruk's face stopped him.
I am Reman. Like them. Like us. I am not human. I have to do this. I have no choice.
"Darkness," Shinzon bowed his head and leaned on the palms of his hands. His voice was barely more than a choked whisper. "That's all there is, Vkruk...just the Romulans and us. Forever fighting. Forever hating one another and trying to destroy one another. One side has imposed darkness and one has accepted it. And then... just...darkness."
Story Concept Created by John Logan, Rick Berman, and Brent Spiner
All Star Trek characters and related concepts are property of Paramount. All concepts created solely by the Lightless Flame are the property of the Lightless Flame. Violators will be prosecuted by Federal Law.
PROLOGUE- A Time for Everything
Darkness.
The pulsating lights throbbed in the large banquet room, and the din of alien voices filled the heavy air. A subtle clanging of glass could be heard as the Romulans dressed with darkness toasted to the writhing figure in the center of the room on an elevated stage area.
19 years old, the human woman lifted her arms and slowly wrapped her hips around to the heavy beat of the music. The shadows played off her thin waist and her muscular thighs, beating in the foggy dimness. Her well angled legs twisted around a metal pole in the center of the stage, now in between her legs as she rode it sideways. Her long hair draped down to the stage as she leaned back, her exposed breasts perked into the air as her bare tan skin flushed with excitement.
"So, the proposition...it is complete?" A well-decorated Romulan sitting far from the stage watched the exotic dancer with enthralled eyes, his voice low and controlled. Besides him, a Reman sat uncovered and unashamed, sticking out obviously in the room of Romulans.
"You have great entertainment for such an occasion," the Reman licked his bony lips and ran his claws up his muscular thighs.
"Well," the Romulan turned, his gaze meeting the Remans, "This isn't just any business deal we're celebrating, now is it?"
The Reman smiled sinisterly, "Of course not."
The dancer looked out into the crowds as she rubbed the pole up and down her back and firm butt, her eyes catching the gaze of the Reman. She tried to conceal the curious grin that appeared on her face, and she approached the edge of the stage. A few Romulans in the room glanced somewhat anxiously at the strange alien, and then watched her as she slinked into the crowds through the tables to the one where her master and the Reman sat.
"Aradia...give our guest a show he won't forget..." the Romulan grinned and shoved a large glass of Romulan Ale to her.
She greedily swigged the Ale in a few quick gulps, and brushing the soft strands of her hair from her face, she lowered her hands to the Reman's broad shoulders. With a look of quiet approval, the Reman leaned back and growled assertively. His small eyes shined threateningly at the Romulans around him despite the modern Allies they had formed.
Aradia closed her eyes and let the music overcome her, her face relaxing into a trance-like seductive grin. The Ale burned in her throat more than usual, and she reached her arms around the monster's bony cold neck as she lap-danced on him. She soon felt two clawed talons reaching around the curve of her small hips, and the coolness that exuded from the Reman gave her chills. Inside her mind, she entered a world where she wasn't really there. A world where she wasn't lap-dancing for a Reman or for a Romulan master. But instead where she was in control of her own body, her own mind most of all.
Aradia opened her eyes when the strobe lights suddenly became dimmer and slower in her vision. Swaying to the side she looked down at the face of the Reman, who smiled wryly and pulled her body closer, her groin now grinding into his fiercely. The quiet voices around her turned from a clear hush to garbled foreign language, and everything slowed down as if she was in an old-fashioned movie and someone had hit "pause".
"The bitch still tries to fuck even when she's unconscious!"
Aradia felt her eyelids falling shut like heavy metal doors, and desperately she held onto consciousness as she heard the voice of her master becoming more vicious than she'd ever heard it before. She felt the talons digging into her back greedily, and she felt the heavy body of the Reman pressing against her. The talons reached into the tight shorts and Aradia cringed when she felt the cool air in the room suddenly hitting her now bare groin. She felt something cold and flat behind her as she tried to push the heavy body off of her. She heard the scream that erupted from her throat, not by her own conscious will but by some terrified force inside that knew what was happening. It was the same little girl inside her that she could hear crying at night as she thought about her past and its mistakes, or how she herself was nothing but a mistake. And every time, the little girl was overwhelmed by the pain, unwillingly pushed into the bloody mess of adulthood too soon. Just as now she unwillingly gave into the hard touch of the Reman's metal- cold body.
The last thing she heard before she lost awareness was the wild cheering above her that sounded as distant as earthen thunder was to Romulus, and the low rhythmic growls of the Reman that felt as unreal as a ghost.
Darkness.
It was night.
The shirtless young man was alone in the barren mud-packed room that he called his and several other of his brothers' "home". The cool breeze of the Reman world whipped around more violently than usual, and in the distance fires burned brightly against the black land below. The atmosphere outside was that of a typical Reman evening, a blood red-grey of the distant clouds the only color in the consistently opaque world.
"Shinzon?" a voice growled from the incline outside the elevated room that led down to the larger room below.
The 18-year-old ignored it and stepped to the window that stared out into the patchy oblivion of the Reman sky, letting the foggy shadows fall across his muscular pectorals. For a moment, Shinzon closed his eyes and savored the cool night. He brought his hands to the sill, gently tracing the moist mud with his fingertips as he opened his eyes. The softness of the mud welcomed his dry flesh, and he relished every second of soft soil he felt in the rock-hard world. As the shadows decorated his hardened face, his calloused demeanor was betrayed by the longing gaze he held into the sea of stars above. The all-too-human emotion in his eyes seemed to deny the very existence of his dominantly Reman upbringing.
Suddenly a white light quickly ripped across a clear break in the sky. Shinzon frowned momentarily and cocked his head to the side, pondering the curious light. Nevertheless he was still enthralled by the colors his eyes absorbed, unmoving from the spot even as he heard the footsteps of his closest Reman brother, Vkruk, pounding up the incline.
The Reman stopped at the doorway, his voice still a low growl. "Shinzon? Come. Tonight is the night you are initiated."
Shinzon let a deep sigh rumble in his chest. He turned momentarily, opening his mouth to protest, but the absolute expression on Vkruk's face stopped him.
I am Reman. Like them. Like us. I am not human. I have to do this. I have no choice.
"Darkness," Shinzon bowed his head and leaned on the palms of his hands. His voice was barely more than a choked whisper. "That's all there is, Vkruk...just the Romulans and us. Forever fighting. Forever hating one another and trying to destroy one another. One side has imposed darkness and one has accepted it. And then... just...darkness."