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Chapter 1
---Bones---
"Bones?"
His head was throbbing. What happened? Had Jim taken him drinking again? Ugg… note to self: never again.
If Bones thought it couldn't get any worse, he was wrong. Someone was shaking him; pain seared throughout his head.
"Bones! Wake up, Bones!"
"Damn it, Jim! Get off me!" The doctor pushed his friend and captain away before he managed to make his head explode.
He began to massage his temples as he sat back against the wall, taking in his surroundings. The dingy walls and stale air made him want to retch, or maybe that too was from the headache. Investigating his head a little closer he found dried blood caked in his hair near a vengeful welt. A quick scan of his companions proved that they were in much the same condition. Out of habit he reached for his med kit, only to find it absent from his side.
"Where the Hell are we?"
"I can't say I know, Bones. All I know is we are locked in. Scotty here has been looking in to breaking us out, but the lock is old school, archaic- just really thick bars and some kind of a lock. In short, we're stuck here."
Dr. McCoy sat there confused for a moment, "Bars? What is this, the dark ages?"
Jim turned towards Scotty, "Any luck, Mr. Scott?"
"I'm sorry, Captain. Give me some tools to work with and maybe I could do somethin' but honestly this breakin' out of a prison cell is not my area of expertise."
"Well we need ideas. There's no telling…" Jim paused. "Jim?" Bones stared at him, eyebrow raised in query.
"Shhh! Listen."
Off in the distance the shuffling of feat could be heard followed by some imperceptible mumblings. Someone was coming! The group stilled, trying to discern whether the company was for them. The shuffling stopped briefly, but was quickly followed by the sound of jangling keys as someone opened a door into the room.
Suddenly, a short scrawny man with bugged eyes came bursting into view from the other side of the bars. "See, Sir! I told you they were awake now!" He was followed by several others all crowding around to see the 'exhibit'.
"Yes, Peeps. I can see that," a deep voice rumbled out from the shadows on the other side of the room.
Captain Kirk stood and walked up to the bars as the mysterious man approached. He was a tall muscley man, well over six feet, with black hair that fell across the left side of his face covering his eye, but not covering enough to hide the long scar running down his cheek.
"I'm Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise, and just who the hell are you?"
Bones started massaging his temples again. Way to be diplomatic, Jim. You are going to be the death of me.
"Good Afternoon, Captain Kirk. I hope you are enjoying your stay thus far."
"Yeah, it's real lovely, but we really should be going. You should come with us. I know of a nice place that you just have to see; we keep the brig of the Enterprise in top shape," Kirk responded back sarcastically.
The dark man grinned back, "Now now, Captain. There's no rush. My men have just travelled a long way, as have yours. I'm sure you can fit a small break into your busy schedule. Besides, Captain, you are hardly in any position to be giving orders."
"Who the hell are you? Why are you keeping us here?"
"I'm called Sylar. However, while you are here you may refer to me as Majesty or My Lord Sylar, something like that. Feel free to be creative." He smirked back at them, his eye twinkling with mirth.
"King of bastards," Bones whispered quietly to himself. Scotty caught the remark and gave a soft chuckle in return.
"I am the leader of the trading ring you disrupted. You're persistence in tracking us has proved quite annoying. I'm afraid I had to put an end to it."
"So you're the smuggler we've been following all this way? Really?" Kirk looked back at him incredulously.
Sylar chuckled at his look, "Smuggler is such a harsh word! We prefer to be thought of as opportunists."
"But I thought we were space bandits!" Sylar threw a dark glance in offender's direction. "Shut up, Peeps," was heard in a series of violent whispers. The small group shifted uneasily, and a tall hairy man-creature took the liberty of giving Peeps a good whack to the head.
"I'm kind of disappointed. Honestly, I thought you'd look… I don't know… prettier?"
Sylar scowled. "You'd better mind your manners, Captain," he spat. "You are in my home now, and I call all the shots. I could certainly make your stay far more unpleasant than it already is."
"If we annoy you so much why not just put an end to it? Finish us off?"
"Captain!" Bones heard Scotty protest. "Jim! What are you trying to do?"
"I'll repeat. Why are you keeping us here?"
"I'm keeping you here because I hate waste, and to kill you now would be such a waste. I'm sure there is much I could learn from you, Captain. Information- codes, passwords, technology; you will give them all to me in time."
"And if I don't help you?" Kirk frowned back at his captor.
"Then you and your friends will pay the price for each defiance against me. Know this; I have many ways to make a man talk. Take Patches here for example," he gestured back to one of his lackeys- a tall lanky man with tattoos stretching up his arms all the way up to the skin on his bald head. His eyes peered back at them like marbles through the ink on his skin. Patches pulled a large knife from his belt and grinned.
"Can you guess how he earned his name," Sylar asked.
"It's because that's what you'll become when he is finished with you."
The three Starfleet officers stared on in silent horror. Sylar smiled at them and switching to a jovial voice said, "Where are my manners? You've all been out cold for almost two days! I'm sure you're famished by now. Patches!"
"Yes sir!"
"Bring these gentlemen something to eat!" and with one last large smile he turned and marched out of the room.
"Aw man! Why do I have to feed the stupid Earthers? Next thing you know I'll be scrubbin' the floors of their cell and fetching them some pillows," Patches whined as they all began to file out of the room.
Syler's voice boomed from down the hall, "I don't care who does it, just get it done!"
"Just make Keys do it," another voice chimed in. "Yeah whatever," was the reply before the words became imperceptible as they continued on out of hearing range.
Bones looked up from his spot on the wall, "Do I even want to know how someone gets the name Keys?"
To be continued…
I hope I managed to pull this chapter off. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I wanted it to be serious but with lots of light hearted fun mashed in! ;)
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