Summary:
Komack has a plan to stop Spock, Vulcan, and the Federation for some reason.
Komack
Admiral James Komack paced his office with an angry gait and read the daily reports he received from the fleet when the door quietly opened and his assistant entered.
"Well, what do you have for me on that special assignment?" He demanded.
"Nothing new sir. The Enterprise is maintaining radio silence, there is no news."
"What do you mean there's nothing? There is always something with that ship," Komack said.
"Nothing that we do not already know," Westervelt clarified.
"There must be something we can pin on that bastard and his band of hapless traitors?" Komack stated.
"I have heard nothing new. The Enterprise is on a humanitarian mission to Vulcan for medical aid."
"What humanitarian mission? Vulcan needs no help from Starfleet, they have their own ships and supply lines."
"The Enterprise is not delivering aid, it's going there to receive it," Westervelt said.
"Receive medical aid from Vulcan? What does Vulcan have that any of our starbases don't?"
"The last report we had was of a strange mass hysteria of unknown origin plaguing the Enterprise. They offer no more details than that but apparently, either Vulcan or Betazed has the antidote and Vulcan was the closer option."
"Mass hysteria? A mental illness of unknown origin? That doesn't sound suspicious at all to anyone? Why isn't Starfleet medical handling it? What do our eyes on the ship have to say?"
"They've gone silent, Sir."
"That's not good enough. If the Enterprise is allowed to reach Vulcan we'll never get our hands on that misbegotten alien. The Vulcans are master manipulators. They'll purge the records or have them sealed if they haven't done so already. We need to get Spock and his accomplices before all the evidence disappears."
Komack went to his desk and pulled up Spock's personnel records again. He hated the smug look on Spock's face that reflected back at him from his viewer.
"Have the Enterprise diverted to Betazed instead of Vulcan and when she gets there arrest Spock," Komack said.
Westervelt looked stunned. "Under what grounds, sir?"
"Conspiracy to commit mutiny, sexual assault, domestic assault, bioterrorism, stealing chickens! I don't care under what grounds, just get him here so I can interrogate him. It doesn't matter what excuse you trump up, just stop him! Comb through the Enterprises logs and the reports from every crewman involved with every incident involving Spock. And lean on our informant. I'll bet dollars to donuts that whatever unspecified illness is plaguing the Enterprise has something to do with that Vulcan. Find out what it is and arrest that bastard!"
"Yes sir, right away." Westervelt saluted Komack and quickly departed his office.
"Good... very good," Komack said as he stared at Spock's face on the viewer. He released a sigh of relief at the thought that his plan would finally come to fruition. Spock and his kind had to be stopped. Komack did not trust a Vulcan as far as he could toss one from an airlock. He knew their plans for humanity and what it meant for the future of the galaxy. Vulcans played the docile conciliatory role, the sage and wise pacifists of the galaxy that pretended they wanted peace, but what they really wanted was supremacy and they used a lion disguised as a lamb style of diplomacy to achieve their goals. They had the wool pulled over the eye of the Federation, but there were some who could still see Vulcan for what it really was.
Humans were destined to control this galaxy. Humans outnumbered every other race, and their numbers were growing exponentially. They'd conquered hundreds of barren planets and asteroids, turning them into an oasis. Vulcans, Tellarites, Orions, Andorians; they were all weak and unwilling or unable to branch out to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. But humans were not afraid. Earth needed to shake the shackles of the Federation off and explore the galaxy in search of new horizons. Vulcan had held them back for too long. The sun was setting on the Vulcan era, and now it was the Terran Empire's time. If the Federation had to be destroyed in order for that to happen, then so be it, but the first domino to fall would be Vulcan. Spock and his family were the keys to all Komack and his compatriots were trying to achieve here. Spock must fall.
Notes: This is a quick update to show I have not abandoned the saga that is Spock and Nyota. I went through my notes yesterday and found dozens of chapters that need to be rewritten or edited that total at least 70,000 more words left to go. But since I write without an outline a lot of what I have written doesn't fit the current plot. I'm thinking of just putting them up as stand-alone one-off stories because I hate to delete or abandon even one word. There's no point in writing it if it just collects dust, right?