Hey, all.

So I went on Memory Alpha to look for battles, but the only death toll I cold find was six billion dead from the destruction of planet Vulcan. If you guys know any, please feel free to correct me. The Federation-Klingon Cold War took place mid-22nd century. The Battle of Cheron was a battle in the Earth-Romulan War that took place in 2160 between the Romulan Star Empire and an Earth/Andorian/Vulcan/Tellarite Alliance. This battle effectively ended the Romulan Wars.

All info above comes from Memory Alpha, most likely the one site I visit most. Lol.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I own these characters (and the actors! Oh, yummy...) I don't. However, I do own Niburan and it's inhabitants, the Joremur, Abrigon, Rhododensalvus, and all that other stuff. So no stealing, please!

I can honestly say this story does not have nearly enough fluff than what I usually right. Yet, I am rather proud of myself for writing an adventure story/multichaptered story.

So keep an eye out after this one ends - I am hoping to right a multichapter, not as adventurous, but a tad more fluffy. Because I think I am much better at that! Haha.

The guard knocked on the same door he had earlier. It slid open once more and I strode in. The Joremur was already seated, looking down at the table, which seemed to be one long PADD. I would have been fascinated under other circumstances.

"I have just received word of your Communications Officer's disappearance," he stated conversationally, not looking up at me. He may as well been remarking on the weather.

"Kidnapping," I corrected after a moment of observing him. He didn't seem fazed in the slightest.

"I am terribly sorry. She was indeed an exquisite creature," he said, speaking of her as if she was already dead.

"What am I supposed to do about it?" He continued after a moment of pregnant silence.

I felt a burning emotion start deep in my chest. I looked at him in disbelief. This was the Niburan ruler? The Joremur?

"My Communications Officer has been taken captive, while staying -"

"As was your Captain and Chief Medical Officer, as well as a good part of your crew," the Joremur pointed out, interrupting me shamelessly.

"Your point being?" I asked, taking a deep breath.

The man smiled, his white teeth contrasting starkly with his dark skin, and finally looked up at me. "What is one more number? That is what is written about in history books, yes? Thousands killed in the Battle of Cheron, hundreds of thousands in the Federation-Klingon Cold War," he smiled, his cold eyes meeting mine, "Six billion in the destruction of Planet Vulcan. One more doesn't matter much to history."

My agility surprised the both of us. In less than a moment his back was pressed against the cool glass, my pale fingers surrounding his small, delicate throat. "It matters to more people than you think."

He looked down at me for a moment in disbelief before suddenly breaking into a hearty laugh. "That was a very illogical thing for a Vulcan to do," he pointed out.

"I am half human."

He went still, my fingers pinching the precise spot, and he fell to the floor.

What was it that Nyota always told me, between heated breaths in the conference room and intimate touches in the closet?

Oh, yes.

'Fuck logic.'

- - -

My body materialized into the transporter room, where I was met by Scotty. His face fell, realizing that Uhura wouldn't be beaming up.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," I said, quickly walking to the inship communicator mounted on the wall.

"Transporter room to Bridge," I said. Sulu's face appeared on the small screen.

"Have Chekov page Starfleet immediately - I'm on my way up. Spock out," I said hastily.

I didn't hear Sulu's response, already on my way to the turbolift.

- -

"Commander, I'm on hold for Chief of Starfleet Operations," Ensign Chekov called to me as I entered the bridge. I nodded, taking the Captain's seat. I listened to the Ensign's chatter, his Russian accent interesting to listen to. He started listing off the names of those captured.

"And Lieutenant Uhura," I told him, not turning my head from the screen in front of me. He hesitated for a moment before resuming the conversation on his earpiece.

Sulu turned to me, obviously shocked by this information.

"She was taken captive during midday. We have reason to believe our rooms have been switched, so they may have been aiming to take me," I told him, my expression unfaltering.

The screen before us slowly came to life, the image of a man not much older than myself coming on the screen.

"Chief of Operations," I acknowledged.

"Commander."

"I take it my Ensign explained the situation to you?"

The man before us nodded, his eyes trailing over us, "Yes, your numbers have severely decreased."

It was my turn to nod. "They kidnapped a great number of us."

"It was logical for you to contact us, Mr. Spock. And greatly appreciated. We will be sending in back up immediately. They should arrive there in approximately 2 days."

One day, eighteen hours, and twenty-two minutes, exactly.

"Our orders for the time being, Chief?" I asked him calmly.

The man on the screen almost seemed to shrug. "Stay put."

It took me a few moments to answer him. "Stay put?" I asked, feeling very much like a parrot.

"Yes, Commander. We don't want to risk anyone else on this mission. We don't have any reason to believe they are being harmed."

"They hate humans!" Chekov exclaimed, but I turned to him, my gaze silencing him.

"With all do respect, Sir, why else would they take our crew?" Sulu asked him.

"That's what we are going to find out. Just sit still, the USS Shenandoah and Republic are on their way. Starfleet out."

I hesitated for a moment.

"Enterprise out."

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