I'm planning to include Liviana Charvanek(that Romulan commander lady from The Enterprise Incident). Originally I intended to include Charvanek just to spite Nero, but her role just kept getting bigger and bigger and eventually I made her part of the crew. Also, Carol's gonna show up earlier than in the movies for the sake of McCarol.
Vuhlkansu Translation:
Itaren=Thank You
Klingon Translation:
yIjonHa'="unhand her"
nIteb Qob qaD jup 'e' chaw'be' SuvwI'="a warrior does not let a friend face danger alone"
For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.
"S'chn T'gai Spock...DUEL ME!"
A sudden shockwave hit Spock. Not only the human knew his full name, he pronounced it perfectly. It took a moment for him to recover, and when he did, he replied "Challenge accepted."
And both were immediately grounded by the Admiralty, Kirk for cheating and challenging an instructor to a duel and Spock for accepting the challenge. Bones had also said something about it, but at that point of time, Kirk wasn't exactly paying attention. Poor Kirk sat on the bunk in his dorm room, staring at the shrine full of keepsakes that he'd collected through the past three years—all of them having something to do with Spock. Yes, he was still deeply infatuated with the half-Vulcan despite him being the one who called him out. And he couldn't help it. It was almost as if they were meant to be. "Do you know what the worst part about all of this is?" Kirk whispered to himself as he kept his head hung low. The silence that followed only encouraged him further. "Even after all of this, that argument we had in front of the Admiralty, after all the heartbreak…I still want you…"
Suddenly, he received a phone call. It was from the Number Three Hero Sherman "Rivulet" AKA Hydros, who he'd first met during one of his reckless adventures. He'd trespassed into Native American territory and came face-to-face with one of the tribesmen, and had attempted to put up a fight only to discover that his opponent had a water quirk, and the two ended up becoming friends.
"Hey, Shermy." smiled Kirk. They hadn't interacted for a long time since Sherman got accepted into the hero society and Kirk became part of Starfleet.
"James!" cried the hero. "Long time no contact, old friend. Do you remember the old days, when I used to extinguish you whenever you got mad and went up in flames?"
Kirk softly laughed. "Yes, yes I do. That act never failed to calm me down." Even after all those years, water was still his only weakness. Then Kirk proceeded to tell Sherman all about his infatuation with Spock, as well as what happened in the past three years.
"What?" asked Sherman, then said "If that is true, then it makes you a two-spirit. This is what two-spirits do."
"What is a two-spirit, exactly?" asked Kirk.
"You are."
"Yes, you said so. But why?"
"Because you want the Vulcan."
"So I am a two-spirit because I want other males? The way that a woman would?"
"Yes." the hero confirmed. "We all understand that everyone has their place in the great circle of life. We have several other two-spirits among us. Male and female bodied both. If you ever need guidance, o'great and powerful lord of the flame, then you can always call me up."
Kirk sighed as he ended the call. Suddenly, he heard a knock on his door. It was Gaila, an Orion he had been with the last few days. "Are you OK, Jim?" she asked as she entered.
"I'm fine." said Kirk, quickly pulling the sliding door shut to conceal the shrine. The Orion girl gave him a reassuring smile, and told him that it was bold of him to challenge an instructor, and not just any instructor but the Commander Spock, to a duel and that if it ever commences, she'd love to see him win. Putting an act was easy; he told her that he'd dedicate his win to her. Gaila was a beautiful girl, but she was not what he wanted. In fact, she was quite the opposite. She was soft, small and very feminine. The one he longed for was edgy, tall and defined. Kirk slightly shook his head to chase the stupid perfect Vulcan from his thoughts as he and Gaila fall into a torrid embrace on the bed.
When all is said and done, he dismissed her and cried himself to sleep.
Meanwhile, Spock was in his quarters, thinking of the rebellious young cadet that had rigged the Kobayashi Maru so he could pass it. As much as he hated to admit it, he was finding himself being drawn to the young man—something he couldn't help, as if they'd had some kind of relation in the past. His mind kept drifting back to the cadet, wanting to punish him severely for cheating, to touch him all over and feel his smooth skin under his long fingers. He wanted to spread those same thighs and fall between them. To feel the boy's touches upon his own skin and hear his flustered voice as he whimpered for more. "Oh my God..." murmured the half-Vulcan.
His foster sister, Michael Burnham, knocked on the door. "Hey, Spock, it's Michael. Can I come in?" she asked.
"Oh, do come in." came the rather depressed reply.
Once inside, Michael asked him what was the problem, and Spock just spewed out everything via a mind meld(with the other's consent). After the whole ordeal, Michael was now looking more red in the face than black. "You...you really wanna do it? With him?" she blurted out.
"Yes. Every time I see him, the ancient passions, the emotions of our warrior ancestors, all the fires of my Vulcan heritage, all the emotions I have tried so hard to conquer, come over me in a flood. I can't help but want him. What should I do?"
Michael put an arm around her foster brother's shoulder. "Oh, little brother...I understand. If Amanda was here, she would have understood you too. But whatever you do, please don't force yourself on him. I heard that he challenged you to a duel, howzabout putting a little more bet on it? If you win, then you're free to do whatever you want with him. But if you lose..."
"I can't give him up." Spock exclaimed.
"I know, Spock. I know. In case you lose, try courting him first. I'll aid and abet you in any plan necessary." With that, she began singing.
MICHAEL:
So many years, you faced the world alone,
Frightened that life might pass you by.
Then he appears, someone who smiles at you,
This is no time to question why.
Love can find you when you least expect.
Funny how two lives connect.
That's how it starts,
Two unsuspecting hearts.
Let yourself go, give someone half a chance,
Maybe he's waiting just for you.
You never know, this could be paradise,
Maybe your dreams just might come true.
And you'll never know how things might go,
Once you've shared your first "ollo".
That's how it starts,
Two unsuspecting hearts.
"Oh, I don't know, Michael—" Spock started feeling unsure.
"And you never will if you don't give it a chance! Now listen to me:you are a beautiful young Vulcan male." Michael replied.
"Me?!" Spock asked, surprised.
"Yes, you, silly, you! Look at those eyes! And those lips, just the right shade of green!" Michael said. "And with the perfect quirk, Spocky, it could be wonderful!" she encouraged.
MICHAEL:
In a world where nothing's sure,
And nothing's ever guaranteed,
You should trust the way you feel,
That's the only thing that's real.
It's like magic how your spirit soars,
Once you feel his hand in yours.
That's how it starts,
Two unsuspecting hearts.
SPOCK:
In a world where nothing's sure,
And nothing's ever guaranteed,
I should trust the way I feel,
'Cause that's the only, only thing that's real.
It's like magic how my spirit soars,
Once I feel his hand in mine.
MICHAEL:
That's how it starts,
SPOCK:
That's how it starts,
MICHAEL:
Two unsuspecting hearts.
SPOCK:
It's like magic how my spirit soars,
MICHAEL:
Once you feel his hand in yours.
SPOCK:
That's how it starts,
MICHAEL:
That's how it starts,
BOTH:
Two unsuspecting hearts!
Michael and Spock then hugged each other as the Vulcan happily said "Itaren, Michael."
"You're welcome." the human replied, then flashed her brother a smile before exiting the room.
That night, Spock dreamed of himself as a majestic thunderbird. His wings beat the wind, sending thunder rolling, lightning erupting from the tip of his wings. But it was as if he was swimming in the sea, as if his element wasn't his any longer. Because Kirk—he carried himself above the wind, light as a single feather, radiant as the sun. He looked up and saw Kirk as a phoenix, burning. The sun felt Kirk's presence and reached its fingers for him, the light rays pierced Spock's clouds like spears, like how love pierced his heart. It felt wonderful and horrifying. He could bring thunder upon the land, get rivers swelling, creatures running—but Kirk, he could light the fire of a broken heart, get deserts blooming and chase the winter away. To others, Spock was fear—but Kirk was hope. But it didn't matter with them.
The Next Day
Kirk found a hardcover book on his front steps. It was a novelization of "Civil War Collision Course", one of the legendary Leyenar Oh's greatest hits—he remembered watching that one way back when he was a teenager, in his carefree days. When he finished reading, he found a note tucked in behind the final page, done in poorly-written Standard:
You've got a hold of me,
Don't even know your power,
I stand a hundred feet,
But I fall when I'm around you.
I'm not asking for a lot,
Just that you're honest with me,
My pride is all I got,
Please have mercy on me,
And take it easy on my heart,
Even though you don't mean to hurt me,
You keep tearing me apart,
Would you please have mercy on my heart?
—S
Some time later, Kirk was talking to McCoy and Bethany about the subject. "Do you think it's him?" he asked.
"Who, the pointy-eared hobgoblin?" Bones asked back. "He didn't seem that interested in you. It's a trick. Somebody's tryna mess with you." he declared crossly. Bethany, on the other hand, kept her mouth shut. If it was supposed to be part of a harmless practical joke, then the letter was from either Uhura or Gaila. But if it was meant to be malicious...Wait, hold on a sec...In the early morning, she had went book shopping to get some more romance novels and had encountered one Michael Burnham, rummaging through the movie novelization corner. And it was interesting enough that Michael had a certain half-Vulcan as her foster brother...a half-Vulcan whose name began with an S...
Bethany now had an idea as to who wrote the note. And she didn't know whether to be excited or freaked out.
Miles away, in an abandoned warehouse, a gang of three men had an adolescent girl surrounded. The girl was trembling, covering herself with a force field. "P...please, kind sirs, leave me alone..."
This statement angered the leader. "What did you say to me?!" he yelled.
"I don't want to be raped by you! No means no! Now leave me alone!" the girl yelled back, picking up all the courage she could muster. Enraged, all three of them activated their quirks. The leader's forearms were instantly covered with cone-shaped blades while the second man grew a pair of red, dragon-like wings. The third man's fingers got longer all of a sudden, and immediately, the leader began hitting the force field with his blades. The poor girl's force field soon gave way as the leader withdrew his blades and began ripping at her clothes. "No! Please!" The girl crumpled in agony as his rough hands gripped her breast tightly, squeezing painfully as he continued to undress her. She cried out as he bit down on the flesh of her shoulder and flung her into a nearby corner in just her undergarments, terrified by the undeniable intent in his gaze as he started to climb on top of her while the other two kept her pinned. She screwed her eyes shut as much as she can and was powerless to do anything other than wait for the inevitable.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of a gun cocking, a sound that hadn't been heard in centuries since phasers were invented, and slowly opened her eyes. A hooded and masked woman was holding a shadow gun to the man's head. "yIjonHa'." the woman spoke softly.
"What the f*ck are you saying?" snarled the leader. "I was about to get some hot action..."
The woman made a low growl, apparently that lowlife didn't understand Klingon. Soon, the gun dissolved and a shadow bat'leth took its place. The leader once again brought forth his blades, and he was soon joined by the other two.
"You won't win, bitch." snarled the leader. "After all, there's three of us and one of you."
"Let's see about that." the woman retaliated, and in no time, the fight was on. The horrified girl watched from the corner she was in. In one swift movement, the woman took down the one with the wings and the one with the long fingers, leaving only her and the leader. The man swung his blade arms at the woman, which she quickly dodged and then she made a deep gash in his back with her shadow bat'leth.
The leader collapsed to the floor in pain as the woman shaped a d'k tahg out of shadow and slit his throat with it. She then walked towards the half-naked girl, took off her cloak and wrapped the girl in it. "It's OK, I've taken out the trash."
"T...thank you...nice lady..." muttered the girl.
"You're welcome." replied the woman as she took off her mask, revealing a beautiful coffee-colored face with forehead ridges like a Klingon, causing the girl to flinch a bit.
The woman gave the girl a reassuring smile. "Don't be scared. I won't hurt you, and besides, nIteb Qob qaD jup 'e' chaw'be' SuvwI'."
The girl had no idea what that meant, but she assumed it was a good thing. "What's your name?" she asked innocently.
"I have no name." replied the woman. Since my so-called "parents" left me, I renounced the name they gave me. "And ever since I made my underground hero debut, everybody has been referring to me as "Shadow" or something like that, and I don't think you'd be satisfied with just that."
"What if I give you a name?" asked the girl. "Since you look like a Klingon, will you be OK with me calling you Klingon Lady?"
"Klingon Lady..." murmured the woman. "I like the sound of it."