God, I feel like such a loser for not updating in like a century and a half. I've been in England for the last 2 months and have had hardly any time to update my fics and I am soooooooo sorry. Anyways! New chapter! Not much happens in this one sadly :( it's more of a filler to get the story from one point to another, but I hope y'all like it regardless!
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P.S. I apologize in advance for any typos that might be in this chapter. It's 3 in the morning here and I'm not exactly at the top of my game.
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"We have company."
Before Ana could even react, Harrison was on his feet and moving swiftly towards the sound of ships, Klingon Birds-of-Pray if she wasn't mistaken, as well as the sound of one other smaller vessel that she could not identify the origin of. Just as he was about to disappear into the ruins of the abandoned Klingon city, Harrison suddenly turned to face her again and pulled something from within his black trench coat.
"You might need this back." He tossed the object at her before melting into the shadows between the derelict buildings. Ana, still minutely shaken up by the whole situation, slowly reached for whatever Harrison had seen fit to give to her and couldn't suppress a small smirk as she wrapped her fingers around the familiar handle of one of the daggers he had confiscated not ten minutes before. She was on her feet a moment later, huffing in annoyance when she realized that she had lost track Harrison, her main objective for being on that God forsaken planet in the first place.
"Damn." She swore under her breath as she ran in the direction in which Harrison had disappeared. She weaved her way through burned out and abandoned buildings before coming to a clearing in the deserted province of Kronos. She quickly ducked behind around the nearest corner as she spotted three Klingon ships circling a smaller landed vessel, guns trained. One of the Klingon ships landed and a handful of armed-to-the-teeth Klingons exited the ship and stood still, as if waiting for something. A moment later, the hatch of the other unmarked ship opened and a slender, dark skinned human woman exited and slowly approached the motionless Klingons. Ana's brow furrowed as she stared at the extremely brave, yet foolish, woman. She looked vaguely familiar.
A moment later, one of the Klingons, presumably the leader, broke away from the group and approached the lone human. The two exchanged words, presumably in Klingon, but Ana could not make out what they were saying over the noise of the wind and a strange thrumming sound originating from the surrounding area. Suddenly, the Klingon grabbed the woman by the neck and began lifting her from the ground. Ana was about to intervene, but before she could even move from her hiding spot, the Klingons began dropping to the ground, chests and stomachs still steaming from phaser fire. Ana cursed as she searched the ruins for the source of the attack, but she already had an idea who it was. She was proved right as she moved from her hiding place and into the center of the fray where she spotted a cloaked figure about a hundred meters away taking out half a dozen Klingons with a phaser cannon.
"Harrison." She whispered as she stared up at him in reluctant awe as he fought off hostile after hostile. He was a force to be reckoned with, a true born warrior, and it was at that moment that Ana truly started to doubt everything she had been told about John Harrison. She had never seen a member of Starfleet fight like that: with absolute, yet frighteningly controlled brutality. Ana was considered one of the best, it not the best, at hand-to-hand combat in Starfleet, yet if she were pitted against Harrison in a no-holds-bared fight, she would undoubtedly loose, despite her superior Romulan strength. This realization also proved that Harrison hadn't been lying when he told her of his suspicions about Marcus and his plot to get rid of her. He brows furrowed in concentration and confusion at this thought. She was so caught up in her own musings that she didn't notice the approach of a particularly menacing Klingon until it was almost to late. She ducked under his arm just as his razor sharp bat'leth came down in a fatal arch, missing her arm by a hair's breadth. She quickly pulled the dagger that Harrison had so kindly returned to her out of her boot and spread her feet apart in a fighting stance. Her opponent charged her, blade raised, but she was far quicker than him and easily ducked under his swing and buried her dagger to the hilt into his side through a minute gap in his armor. He attempted to twist around and grab her, but she twisted the blade and the Klingon made a rather gruesome gurgling sound before falling to the ground, face first, her dagger still imbedded within him. Ana reached down and removed the blade from the rapidly cooling corpse before moving from her exposed position and back into the shadows to plan her next course of action. She wiped her blade clean on the leg of her pants as she moved through the dark passages between the ruins. She rounded a corner and spotted three familiar figures warding off four extremely pissed off Klingons. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a fifth Klingon sneaking up on one of the familiar figures, disruptor raised. Ana immediately sprang into action.
"Jim! Behind you!" She shouted and the man in question ducked to the side just as the Klingon fired his weapon, narrowly missing a very confused Jim Kirk. The Klingon trained his weapon on Kirk once more, but froze and dropped to the ground like a stone before he could fire, a knife protruding from the back of his neck. Ana approached Jim and knelt down next to before pulling her knife from the dead Klingon.
"Are your alright, Jim?" She asked as she looked the somewhat dazed captain over for any sign of injury.
"Ana? What are you doing here?" He questioned unbelievably. Ana opened her mouth to answer but closed it again when she happened to glance over Jim's shoulder.
"Hold that thought." She muttered before jumping to her feet and over towards Spock and the woman she now recognized as being the Enterprise's communications officer Lieutenant Uhura, who had appeared to have lost her phaser. They were fighting off the remaining Klingons and appeared to be in need of some assistance. She charged the one nearest to her and tackled him to the ground, catching him completely by surprise with her swiftness. Before he could even fight back, she trapped his head in her grip and twisted it at an unnatural angle and was rewarded with a satisfying snap, before his body went limp. She immediately turned and threw her knife at Uhura's opponent just as he was about to deliver a killing blow. The dagger imbedded itself in his eye socket and he fell to his knees, clutching his head and cursing in Klingon. Uhura used his weakness to her advantage and moved to pick up her phaser, which had been kicked a few meters away, before firing at the Klingon. Spock took out the remaining opponent before turning to search out their unexpected ally. When he spotted Ana, who had moved to stand next to Jim once more, a raised eyebrow was the only betrayal of his surprise.
"Captain Sullivan." He stated. "Your presence is both surprising and highly illogical."
"It's good to see you too, Spock." She retorted with a smirk.
"He's got a point, Ana." Jim turned to look at her "How the hell did you get here? The Trafalgar was no where in the vicinity of Kronos."
"Well, it's rather a long story," Ana responded as she turned and spotted Harrison, "and now isn't really the time for stories." The rest of them followed her gaze and watched, almost mesmerized as Harrison took out three Klingons with a single bast from his phaser cannon before throwing it to the ground and ripping the mask that covered the lower part of his face. He jumped down from the platform he had been standing on, threw his phaser rifle at an approaching Klingon with deadly force, and proceeded to take out another handful of hostiles with a single dagger. Once he had taken out the remaining Klingons, he picked his phaser rifle back up and stalked towards the group of frozen Starfleet officers, weapon raised and ready. Spock raised his own weapon as Harrison approached.
"Stand down." Spock commanded as he neared them.
"How many torpedoes?" Harrison questioned as he pulled the hood off his head. Spock tried to order him to stand down again, but Harrison's response was to shoot the gun out of the Vulcan's hand. "The torpedoes. The weapons you threatened me with in your message." He paused, his gaze straying to Ana for an almost unnoticeable moment before returning to Jim. "How many are there?" Kirk and Harrison stared at each other unyieldingly for a moment, yet it was Spock who eventually answered his question.
"Seventy two." He stated. Harrison turned to stare at the Vulcan, a contemplative look on his face. He then turned his gaze on Ana once more.
"I surrender." He declared simply as he dropped his weapon, his eyes locked on her. He reluctantly tore his gaze from her when Jim spoke.
"On behalf of Christopher Pike, I accept your surrender." Jim stated as he approached him and proceeded to punch him repeatedly in the face. His attack however had no obvious affect on Harrison who just passively took hit after hit without so much as a grunt. She had never seen Jim act like that in the five years that she had known him and it wasn't until Uhura yelled at him to stop that he did so. Ana couldn't help but flinch when Jim turned around to face them and she saw the crazed, and heartbroken, look in his eyes. Apparently Admiral Pikes death had had more of an affect on him than he would care to admit. "Cuff him." He stated simply before silently making his way back to the unmarked ship, Spock approached Harrison, as he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt, but before he could place them on the "prisoner," Ana stepped in front of him.
"I got this Spock." She said, taking the cuffs from him. "Go with Jim." He hesitated for a moment before nodding and making his way back to the ship as well, Uhura following closely behind. She turned around to face Harrison. She scowled at him as she grabbed his wrists. "I don't know what your play is, but I intend to find out." She announced as she locked the cuffs around his extended wrists.
"I do not know of what you speak." He replied.
"There is no way in hell that you would just give up that easily unless you had some sort of ulterior motive." She stated as she tugged sharply on his manacles, effectively pulling him closer. "Now, I'll ask nicely. What's your play?" He stared at her for a moment through narrowed eyes before his lips curved into a smirk.
"You'll see soon enough."
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