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A/N: Because this is a more movie based chapter, I am going to skim through the movie based details. If you've seen the movie, you know what happens, and I don't think you need me to recall the events in detail.
James Kirk had barely been back on planet when there was an explosion at the Kelvin Memorial Archives. It was the last thing he really needed to deal with, after having lost his captaincy, his ship, his crew. He hadn't kept in contact with Janet after their final tryst in December, but his mind usually turned to Safiya, who captivated him from first glance. He made his way to the Daystrom Conference Center, not knowing this would be the last time he would see his friend and Captain, Admiral Pike.
Khan confiscated a small artillery craft, designed specifically for the destruction of Star Fleet Command. He struck a deal with a desperate man, a life for a life. His daughters life for his own. He was reluctant to oblige, but being the only option left, he took it. Very few knew that the Archives was really a face for Section 31, only those who worked in 31 knew it was there. His disheartened victim however, was a member of 31, and had access to the station that was home to 31.
That bombing led to the meeting that Khan would be, attending, for lack of a better word. Star Fleet Brass would be in attendance, and one strike, one attack, was all Khan would need to kill the head. 'Kill the head and the body will die.' Safiya would say sometimes, whenever she would see corporate heads taken down. She said once that it was first said in a sports game, but whenever she said it, she reminded him of a pirate captain plotting against a rival, or of Napoleon Bonaparte, a great leader from earths history.
Safiya. His body and heart ached for her, and it killed him every night, going to bed without her body nestled comfortably into his. The jasmine of her hair, her silky hair that he loved running his fingers through. The feeling of her fingers dancing across his skin, her lips leaving delicate kisses across his shoulders, his chest, his back. The way her tongue would flick across his most sensitive spots. He sighed, his heart beating faster in its own agony. He would never see her again, feel her again, smell her again, hold her again. But he would get his revenge tonight, for he had nothing to live for now.
He commenced his attack, firing into the room where the command sat. His primary target was Admiral Marcus, but anybody was a fair game right now. The quick thinking of James Kirk sabotaging his craft successfully ended his attack. He quickly punched in the coordinates for the one place he didn't think they would follow him. Where he had set up a small base to plot his attack. Kronos was barely inhabited, with lots of room to go unnoticed. Of course, he wouldn't have cared if they followed him now, because the Klingons would destroy the remainder or Star Fleet, and for all he cared, they could destroy Earth.
News of the attacks quickly circulated around the world, and to the outposts. Any news or whereabouts of John Harrison came with a hefty prize. It wasn't the prize of money that James wanted however, it was revenge. It was to see him dead, just as Admiral Pike was. He had taken two things now, that he cared for. James approached Admiral Marcus, requesting reinstatement to captain, and to have his ship and crew back to hunt that bastard to the ends of the galaxy.
"You'll be doing this mission off the radar." Admiral Marcus spoke. He fingered at the star fleet models on display.
"That is fine by me Admiral, I just want to avenge the death of Admiral Pike." He insisted, not caring about rules now.
"I've got a payload for you to use against him, and an officer that I think will be an asset to your mission." Marcus smirked.
The Captain and his first officer were dismissed, and the wheels in Marcus' mind were turning wildly.
The captain boarded the shuttle to the Enterprise in conversation with his first officer, his doctor assessing him. He was going over the plans with Spock, listening as Spock insisted against using weapons against Kronos, preferring to apprehend John and return him to Earth to stand trial for his crimes.
"Captain Kirk, Carol Wallace, reporting for duty as Science Officer." A short haired blonde introduced herself, catching the lustful eyes of the captain. "I just transferred to the Enterprise." She showed him her credentials, much to the chagrin of Spock, who was currently science officer. Carol sat down, but James was interrupted again. This time, it was Leonard who was taken back.
"Captain, Safiya Kesi, reporting for duty direct orders from Admiral Marcus." She still wore her 31 black uniform, as she passed her orders to the captain. Leonard's eyes were fixated on this new woman, as were James', not believing his stroke of luck. Now that John was not in the picture, perhaps he would have a chance. Perhaps he could use this now as a way to get back at John, stealing his woman, and rubbing it in his face the sweet love he made to her opulent body.
Spock picked up on his captains and medical officers reaction to her, as she took her seat across from Carol. She already hated Carol. She looked like her father in many ways. However, she would need to be cordial in order to survive this ordeal. Her first look at the Enterprise made her gasp. "Your first time space side?" Leonard sat beside her, looking out the window with her. Safiya nodded. "You'll get used to it, don't worry." He patted her shoulder. Boy she sure hoped so.
Safiya stayed in her room as often as she could until they were at Kronos. Her few adventures out about the craft led her to the storage bay, where she counted 72 torpedoes. Jim had been ordered to use them on Kronos, a disastrous mistake if he actually did. She recalled the sequence to deactivate and thaw their contents. She was satisfied that they were all there, happy that her plan was coming together for right now.
The Captain came to her room the evening they approached Kronos. She had just woken up from a nap when she heard him knock. "Enter." She called, taking part in her stretching routine. Jim walked in, and sat backwards on a chair at her table watching her stretch. "How can I help you Captain?" She asked, looking over her shoulder.
"Maybe I just want to come check you out." He smirked, giving her the famous smile of Captain Kirk. She was unaffected, for no smile compared to Khans. "However, here is the deal. The admiral expects us to obliterate Kronos with John Harrison still on it." He sighed, watching her bend at the hip, touching the floor, her forehead touching her knees, unaware she had foreknowledge of these plans.
"After much discussion with my first officer, I have decided to bring him back to stand trial." He breathed, still unsure if this was the best idea. "I am sending down a landing party, and I want you to be on it. If anything, perhaps John won't get dangerous seeing a familiar face that he appreciates." He eyed her, gauging her reaction to the offer. She was not too eager or too disinterested, which set him at ease. "We will be leaving in about 20 minutes, so I suggest you get dressed and meet us down in the docking bay, and no uniforms. If we get caught by Klingons, we don't need ties to Star Fleet." He slapped the table, leaving her to change.
She chose a light V-neck sweater with her long leather jacket that accentuated her waist, a pair of skinny jeans and combat boots. It was an outfit that John used to enjoy seeing on her. She pulled her ponytail over her left shoulder, and left for the bay. Jim did a triple take as he assessed her attire. She looked dangerous as she stalked towards the group, her fists partially covered by leather fingerless gloves.
"Wow, Safiya, you look different." Jim swallowed, as she definitely did not look like the sweetheart that he met once upon a time at a winter dance. She looked as intimidating as a Klingon as her jacket swayed behind her. He caught the glint of metal on her fists, noticing spikes sticking up from her knuckles. "Those aren't exactly regulation, are they?" He smirked. She eyed him, her smokey eyes glaring, but dripping with unadulterated sex appeal.
"I am not going on this mission for regulation, now am I, Captain?" She spoke with a gravelly voice. It was the sultry voice that drove Khan nuts in bed, when she would command him. They boarded the confiscated vessel that would take them to the surface of Kronos, nobody saying anything else to her, as she set her head back, waiting to land.
Naturally, their presence did not go unnoticed by the Klingons, as a patrol party had been scouting the area. After short pursuit, they were outnumbered, three ships to one. They set down, not wanting to engage in a battle they wouldn't be able to win. Spock analyzed their chances of escape, but Nyota begged Jim to let her talk to them in klingon, to hopefully talk their way out of the situation. She was granted leave, and the remaining fleet crew sat close to the windows, peering out to scope out the situation. A very short verbal transaction took place, before the Klingon became aggressive, grabbing her roughly by the chin, reaching for a dagger in his boot.
That was there the rest of them came in. Phaser fire blasted through the Klingons, but they were severely outnumbered, and in terms of fighting prowess, outmatched. Safiya ran out, feeling emboldened, as she fought hand to hand with a Klingon who was ready to drive a knife through Spocks neck. They gave what good fight they had, but it was not enough. The tides turned in their favor as another figure fought gracefully, like a dance, cutting through the Klingon armada like a sharp knife through soft cake.
By the time the Klingons were dismantled, Jim, and Nyota were struck down in awe. Spock was able to keep enough wits to retain a weapon, but their help shot it from his hand. "How many are there?" He demanded. "The torpedoes, how many are there?" He was anxious in his response, not believing that after so long, they had not been destroyed.
"Seventy Two." A voice rang out. A sweet melodious voice that gave Khan shivers. He turned to face Safiya, whose jacket blew in the wind, her curls tickling at the corner of her lips. She held his gaze, as his heart pounded in his chest. She was there.
"I surrender." He threw down his weapon, allowing himself to be cuffed and assaulted by Jim. Nyota let it slip that Jim was captain, not that Khan didn't already know from their last encounter. Safiya sat beside him, ensuring he was strapped in. She was the only one that was able to really get close enough without issue. He smelled jasmine again, and he took a deep breath, not knowing what he was feeling. She dressed now as though she was meant for him, to be by his side. Her fighting, something she must have acquired from him.
Watching her savagery did a number on him. It made his spine tingle, and his length harden, wanting to take her in the middle of a heated angry fury, but here and now was not the time, nor the place, and his wanton need went unattended.