Okay, so the preview doesn't tell you a whole lot you don't already know. I'm going to be honest, because the next one follows the first movie's plot line, there won't be a whole lot of plot twists or anything. That being said, I hope you enjoy this preview of Down to the Wire, and I will see you all again in January!
Or, you know, next week for a bunch of one shots. Either way, I'll be back.
There was so much debris. In front of them, around them, nothing but debris. Seven ruined starships, completely destroyed, hundreds of lives brought to a sudden end. Everyone collectively jumped as though knocked off balance. Jim jerked his arm out of Camille's grip, but even if he hadn't, she switched to holding on to Bones with both hands, subconsciously feeling that if she were attached to two points she'd be torn in two.
"Emergency evasive!" Pike shouted as a piece of debris came floating toward them.
"Yes, sir!" Sulu replied, already on it.
Shouts came from all various different sides of the bridge. Something rocked the ship, actually knocking everyone off balance. Pike was in the best position for this sort of attack, as his chair provided the perfect braces in its arm rests, and he remained relatively unfazed. Chekov and Sulu both braced themselves on the helm, still thrown sideways but not coming out of their seats. Karina, meanwhile, whose reflexes had taken a temporary break, nearly came out of her chair, only grabbing onto the arm rests at the last minute before she landed in Spock's lap. That did not need to be added to their list of awkward encounters. Pavel, she could run into, possibly be thrown into the lap of during an attack on the ship. Not Spock. And the fact that she cared about that in this particular instant made her almost laugh.
Only Bones and Jim remained perfectly upright somehow. Camille was thrown back away from Bones, who grabbed her and pulled her back toward him, his arm coming around her in a protective gesture.
Her hands plastered on his chest, she looked up at him, slightly shocked. Bones, seeming to realize what he'd done on instinct, also looked down at her, a look of terror on his face, but seeing that she clearly didn't care, and realizing that everyone else was too focused on their imminent doom to pay attention, he decided removing himself from her didn't have to be an option.
The ship shook as small portions of debris hit it on all sides. None of them were as big as that first one, but everyone still struggled to stay upright. Jim had braced himself on an empty console in front of him, and Bones, still holding Camille, grabbed onto another for support.
"Damage report!" Pike demanded.
"Deflector shields are holding."
"All stations. Engineer Olson, report!" Pike barked into the conn, but there was silence from the other end.
Sulu turned the ship upside down, on its side, anything to avoid being permanently damaged. Camille, meanwhile, was scanning the horizon, only able to think of one thing, just one problem, that no one else seemed to be focused on, Where the hell are the Romulans?
Her thoughts were interrupted, however, by the sight of a huge piece of ship, from the USS Truman, it looked like, looming in front of them, about to spell out their death by collision.
"Full reverse! Come about starboard 90 degrees. Drop us down underneath them, Sulu," Pike commanded.
Chekov laid that in while Sulu pressed the throttle forward, performing his job with the most precision possible under the dire circumstances. A bit of the Truman still managed to hit along the nacelles, likely scraping off some of that brand, spanking new paneling Juliet had fangirled to Camille about not two days ago. She wasn't going to be too happy about that – if she lived to even consider being upset.
Camille's eyes traveled to Spock, who had whirled in his seat, only his human eyes revealing his terror. She hadn't even noticed him retake his post, but she knew that he was realizing his worst fears were confirmed: James Kirk was right. Vulcan, his home planet, his parents' current place of residence, was under attack.
Jim, meanwhile, scanned the viewer for his worst enemies, for once in his life wishing he hadn't been right. Pike stared in horror at the carnage before him, taking it in for the first time and completely forgetting about trying to evade it.
Suddenly Spock delivered the words all of them were dreading, "Captain, they're locking torpedoes."