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  1. ((Corridors – Crew Quarters))

    :: Tash made his way out of sickbay, glad to be healed up and on his `new' home ship again. There was no coup up here... no royalty, no fighting, no grenades. ::

    oO Just me, my shower, my bunk, and... Oo

    :: The doorway to his quarters swished open, and he stepped in, and... ::

    oO ... Della?! Oo

    Vetri: Go away.

    Tash: Della... what are you doing in... my quarters?

    :: Her head snapped around at him, and her expression was one of annoyance and curiosity all at once. ::

    Vetri: What do you mean, "yours"?

    Tash: Yes, "mine." These are my quarters.

    :: He wasn't trying to be harsh, but the sudden situation... not to mention her being rather naked save a fuzzy towel... put him on edge immediately. Had she just mistaken the door numbers? Was her shower broken? ::

    :: She suddenly went down, almost as quickly as her mug did. It smashed, and she clutched her head with her hands as she hit her knees. ::

    Tash: Whoa, easy now!

    :: He rushed over to steady her, sliding down onto his knees in the process. ::

    Tash: Are you okay? What's wrong?

    Vetri: ::whimpering:: It's happening again... I'm doing things, and I don't know why...

    :: It was a mystery what she meant, but he could piece together enough from what she had told him some time before, when she had visited his quarters before their trip to Fanels planet. ::

    Tash: Okay, just relax... here.

    :: He stood, taking a firm but gentle hand on her arms and guiding her over to the plush couch not far away. ::

    Tash: ::arm round her, holding her steady:: Are you hurt?

    ::The pain in her head was fading fast, vanishing almost as fast as it had appeared, and she could feel an odd kind of vibration where Tash's hands lay against her skin. After a moment realised that it was her own body trembling as he helped her back to her feet, and one of her own hands latched onto the towel as she rose, holding it in place, as she let herself be placed on the couch.::

    Vetri: ::voice soft, and shaky:: No injuries. I'm... I'm good.

    Tash: Don't be like that... this is obviously serious.

    Vetri: Not to mention embarassing as frak.

    :: He stood once he knew she was steady, and moved to the replicator, leaving the dropped mug on the floor to be forgotten. ::

    Tash: Water, cool.

    :: Returning, he handed her the glass. ::

    Tash: Relax. Drink.

    ::Della looked up at him, standing in front of her - her own personal hero. At the moment, at least. Maybe. Dropping her head again she closed her eyes, willing the last of the pain away as she reached for the glass and set it to her lips. It was hard to think - images kept rising to the surface, people, places, events she didn't recognise, but felt somehow... right.::

    Vetri: Thanks... ::taking a sip, followed by a deep breath that she let out as a shaky sigh::

    :: After a moment of quiet reflection as she drank, Tash decided to go for the harder cut. ::

    Tash: Are you ready to explain this to me? Because if you don't explain it to me, I'm going to make you explain it to our medical staff.

    :: It wasn't meant or spoken as an attack... only with worry. ::

    ::A snort of almost-laughter escaped her as he said that, and she shook her head as she took in a little more of the water.::

    Vetri: Hate to tell you this, Tash, but I *am* the appropriate medical staff...

    Tash: Then I'll have the slightly less appropriate medical staff scan you and the slugs brains for abnormalities.

    Vetri: Okay, okay... Just... Gimme a minute here, alright?

    ::She felt the couch settle as he sat down beside her, and she imagined she could feel the warmth of his body as he made himself comfortable. After a few moments, she managed to focus enough to be able to concentrate on the conversation she was about to have, and opened her eyes once more, lifting her gaze to the windows.::

    Tash: Have at it, then. When you're ready.

    :: She seemed prepared, and so went straight into it. ::

    Vetri: I'm remembering things. Nothing clear, nothing solid, but... flashes. I didn't come in here by accident. Part of me wanted to be right here, like this, when you came. I hacked the door controls, let myself in, and then promptly forgot all of it. This is not the first time I've had no recollection of my own actions, but it's the most significant.

    ::Another image swam through her consciousness, a computer console - antiquated by modern standards, but clearly of Klingon

    design - and her hands hooking a code-cracker module into it's circuits.::

    Tash: Last I heard, code hacking wasn't part of your job description. I've never seen you do anything like that before.

    Vetri: I can't. That's the point, Tash. I don't know how to do that kind of thing.

    Tash: Della... maybe *you* can't... but aren't there several other *you's*... Vetri's, that is... that might have had those abilities?

    ::She gave a little shrug, absently hitching the towel back up as it slipped slightly.::

    Vetri: Good suggestion, except none of the pervious Vetris had that kind of...

    ::Her voice trailed off as a scene played out in her mind. It was only a few seconds long, and oddly domestic, as she remembered walking out of the tailor's fitting room, studying the fit of the new outfit in the mirror, and raising her eyes to meet her own reflected gaze. Except it wasn't *her*. Abruptly, she was on her feet, pacing the room as she grabbed handfuls of her own hair, eyes screwed shut.::

    Vetri: Son of a [...]... You lying, treacherous, backstabbing [...]!

    Tash: ::eyes going wide at the sudden mood swing:: Me?!

    Vetri: ::turning on Tash:: I'm gonna kill him!

    Tash: ::definitely not him... some other him.:: Who's "him?"

    ::She started pacing again, only this time it was more like stalking, rage boiling off her in almost tangible waves.::

    :: Tash inexplicably felt a sudden flush, and a wave of anger accompanied it... it was incredibly strong, and instinctively... though he felt it radiate through him... he knew it wasn't his. He stood, the rush of adrenaline making it hard to focus on his friend. ::

    Vetri: I'd beat him to death with his own spleen if he wasn't already dead!

    :: He couldn't hold the rage in. It came out hard on his voice as he tried to focus through the feelings... she literally radiated them, and it got stronger as they came closer together. ::

    Tash: Della, stop it!

    ::She span to face him, mouth open to scream the offending name at the top of her lungs, but she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, she simply could not make herself utter a sound.::

    :: The anger she vented into him took hold. Before he knew what he was doing, his arm lashed out... ::

    ::... and the flat of his palm swung hard across her face. ::

    *SMACK*

    ((Part 2 begins here))

    :: As she was knocked back off balance, and perhaps stunned, the fog of rage instantly lifted from him. Maybe the shock of what he'd done had brought her away from the place she had gone to... but within him was an intrinsic fear... telepathy, in all its various, abusive forms... and his fear had made him lash out at her without a moments thought, driven by her anger. ::

    :: However, the instant the rage left him, guilt and an expression of horror took its place. ::

    Tash: Oh my god... Della, I'm sorry! I wasn't...

    :: Stuck on his feet, it took a moment for him to readjust mentally. She had obviously remembered something potent... but since when did Trill have telepathy? Or anything of that sort? He'd never heard of a case, except scattered accounts between Trill and hosts. But that wasn't important. He'd just smacked her down... and she likely didn't even know what she'd been doing. ::

    :: He wanted to reach out to her, make it better... but he didn't... she likely wouldn't want him too. ::

    ::She shook her head slightly, tasting blood in her mouth from where Tash's blow had landed - probably harder than he'd planned. Still, the reason for his actions escaped her at the moment, and the look she was directing at him carried the full weight of what she was feeling. The anger was gone now, replaced by a kind of numb shock, and an obscure kind of pain that had little to do with the hand-print she could feel burning on her cheek.::

    Tash: ::backing away, hands up almost protectively as she turned back to him:: ... look... stay... if you want, I mean... replicate

    some clothes, a drink... I've got to... need to shower...

    :: Scattered, much? Tash escaped from the room into the shower, shucking off the soiled uniform and stepping into the purifying electric buzz that was the sonic shower. ::

    :: Quickly finished, and redressed in clean civilian clothes... black sports wear with strategic, streamlined blue stripes down the legs and across the shoulders... he was a bit surprised to find Della still there. He'd half expected her to escape... but then, she wasn't him. ::

    :: But she had been running from her memory issue for a long time. ::

    :: Maybe they were more alike than he thought. They were both good at running. ::

    Tash: Are you... your face...

    ::She looked up from where she'd sat on the couch once more. She'd pretty much ignored his suggestion of getting dressed again, instead spending the time trying to work out what had happened between them. She'd seen him annoyed, even angry, but what he'd shown had been pure rage, the kind that made you loose all control - the kind she'd been feeling herself at precisely that moment. A thought had wormed it's way into her awareness, an explanation that was so very simple, yet pretty disturbing at the same time...::

    Vetri: ::touching fingers gently to her cheek:: My face is fine. I... I think I know what happened. I'm an empath, Tash, but I'm sure you knew that already. The point is... Sometimes empaths don't just receive other people's feelings. Sometimes they broadcast their own. Not something I expected, but I think that's what happened to us.

    Tash: Took me off guard, I'll admit.

    :: He was still across the room from the couch, and he made a diverting trip to the replicator for a mug of coffee, staying noticeably *away*. ::

    Vetri: ::watching him move, seeing the distance he was careful to keep between them:: I understand why you did what you did, Tash, and it's okay. To be honest, it was probably the best thing you could do, apart from run. ::he looked like he was about to speak, and she lifted a hand to stall him:: I need to say this next part, so please... I'm sorry. What I did, even by accident, was tantamount to a psychic assault, and I know that is precisely the kind of thing you've had very bad experiences with in the past. Should you choose to report this, I'm willing to submit to whatever disciplinary procedures you or the Captain deem appropriate. If not... Tash, I'm so utterly sorry. However you want to deal with this, I'll go along with it.

    :: Oh yeah... she had access to all his psych files... she was the counselor, and could smell fear like a shark. But he didn't want her focusing on him, if she was willing to overlook the little incident before. They needed to focus on her... and her memories. ::

    Tash: Its fine... this isn't about me. You remembered something. Someone. Who was it? One of your prior hosts?

    :: He stayed near the replicator, leaning on the wall. The distance to the couch seemed very far. ::

    ::Della was quite surprised at how quickly and easily he decided to gloss straight over what had happened, and it took a few moments for her to reorganize her thoughts. Rubbing a hand over her eyes, she opened her mouth to answer, but once again, nothing came out. She struggled to speak, a sense of panic rising quickly inside her as she failed utterly to be able to voice the information sat right at the front of her mind.::

    Tash: You want to, but...

    Vetri: ::whispering:: I can't do it. I know the answer, I want to tell you, but... Something's getting in the way.

    Tash: A mental block.

    :: Dead hit, perhaps. He'd seen it before. He'd had it done to him before. When something like that came out, the person could go a little nuts. Her explanation and the thought of it happening to Della... his worry factor increased exponentially as his personal protective instinct diminished. ::

    ::Curling herself tighter on the couch, she felt her eyes meet his, and a kind of warm, reassuring veil seemed to drop over her, smoothing the jagged edges of the worry and panic within her mind.. Not breaking eye contact, she stood, closing rapidly until she was bare millimeters from him, and closed her eyes, drawing the warmth into her to calm her verves.::

    Vetri: ::voice growing stronger as she spoke:: I've come across this kind of thing before, I think. It's possible to block off memories, usually in the course of treating some kind of major trauma. Problem is... If that's the case, how can I remember this stuff at all?

    Tash: ::quietly:: You need an impartial telepath to clean things up...

    :: Standing stock still, he let her come near. The look in her eyes... if he didn't know better, he'd think she were intoxicated. ::

    Vetri: I know that, silly. Just thinking out loud. ::lifting a hand, she ran it gently across his chest, the soothing warmth seeping further into her.:: Maybe... Maybe the blocks are damaged, somehow?

    Tash: Entirely possible.

    ::There was heat flowing the other way now, stretching out from inside her, reaching to wrap itself around the man that was so very, very close to her right now... Her eyes changed as she looked into his, becoming hotter as her body began to feel oddly loose and relaxed.::

    :: He felt it too... literally. His arms came up to grip hers as the warmth ran right out of her lean, spotted body and into him. Again, instinctually, he knew it wasn't his... at least at first... but that didn't mean it wasn't potent, or kicking up an intense desire to play connect the dots. ::

    :: He tried to clamp down on the image, somewhat unsuccessfully... but still, he didn't move. ::

    Vetri: ::almost purring:: Tash...?

    Tash: Yes, Della?

    Vetri: Back off, right frakking now.

    :: He lifted his head away, but didn't move otherwise. She could likely hear her own desire on his voice. ::

    Tash: You came over to me, Spots... what for?

    Vetri: I don't know, but it's taking all I've got to keep off of you right now, and I don't just mean physically...

    Tash: You're... ::a bit out of breath::... you're not thinking.

    :: Quite suddenly he used his grip on her arms to push her to their full extent, his head dropping, eyes shut hard as he tried to steady his breathing. It took a massive effort not to leap on her... lift her, carry her to the bedroom, and do as he would... but that nagging kick in the back of his brain was telling him she had no idea what she was doing. ::

    Tash: Stop... you're doing it again...

    :: To a much different conclusion, admittedly. There was a certain small amount of desperation in him now. The conflicting senses and emotions verses his absolute knowledge that she was out of her mind... not insane, but confused. ::

    Vetri: ::running her hands along his arms, savoring the strength in them as he held her:: I know... I'm not... entirely... in control, here... oO I told you how I felt about you in the Jungle. Is it taking whatever this is to get it through to you? Oo

    Tash: ... and tomorrow... you'll despise me for... taking advantage...

    :: He could hardly speak, even as he held her at arms length. ::

    Vetri: ::hands gripping his arms as if she never meant to let go:: No... I won't.

    :: Eyes opening and coming up to meet hers, he didn't let go either... the waves of heat were simply too hard to bear, and they drew together in a fast, passionate kiss. It was almost violent. The towel dropped. ::

    :: Tash steered them into the bedroom, hands roving over cool Trill flesh. Fingers pushed into her indented spots as he leaned her back on the bed. His body pushed down into hers as he came down on top of her, the kiss deepening as they committed to the act. ::

    :: But his brain insidiously kick-started... likely just before Della was about to animalistically rend his clothes off... and a gigantic red flag flew from his less-than-conscious to his conscious thought. ::

    :: He pulled back from the kiss quite suddenly, upper body pulling away from hers, his breath ragged and impossible to catch... his hands were shaking as he pulled the soft blanket up over her lithe, beautifully spotted body. ::

    :: Looking her in the eyes, he couldn't tell... he just couldn't be sure if this was really what she wanted... or if it was something else driving her. Her broken memories. Her previous swing to rage, and the very quick transition into uncontrollable passion. ::

    :: He had followed a similar path with Cura, in reversed roles. The thought that he and Della could end up in so cold a place as he and Cura had... it wasn't helpful. ::

    :: But as he looked into her, he just couldn't know... and not knowing if it was real was the only deciding factor... and by just a hair. His hand came up to gently touch her face where he had hit her, fingers tracing over her patterned forehead and jawline lovingly. When he spoke, it was in a broken, harsh whisper. ::

    Tash: I really... really hope... that you'll understand this tomorrow.

    :: A last moment was spent gazing into her eyes... and clenching his teeth, he shoved himself off the bed, and was out the door of his quarters in a moment. The instant the door swooshed shut behind him, his voice rang loud and heavy in the empty corridor. ::

    Tash: Computer, lock my quarters and erect a level 3 security force-field!

    :: His body fell back against the doorway as the computer *Ba-bleeped* confirmation of his order. It was hard to stand... his fingers clawed back against the door, and he fought down the impulse to return. ::

    :: There was no way he could do this if she wasn't in her right mind. ::

    :: A hard tremble ran through him as his brain attempted to wrangle in his body. She would understand... not now. Right now she was destroying his quarters in a beautiful, nude rage. Maybe not even tomorrow. But... when she got a grip on her memory block... maybe then. ::

    :: Maybe then, she'd even come back to him and tell him if it was real... and if she still wanted it. ::

    :: His hands curled into fists, his frustration swinging back against the doorway in a loud *THWUMP*. After a moment of silence, he pulled his clothes back into place, turned his head to pop his neck, and began the awful trudge down the corridor away from his quarters... and their prisoner. ::

    -------------------------

    Lt JG Della Vetri

    Counselor

    USS Constitution-B

    &

    Lt Commander Tash Zubowskivich

    Chief of Security

    USS Constitution-B

  2. Yes but it was also arguably in the worst veiwing times possible which is thought to have contributed to it's downfall. It was however sucessful enough to spawn a movie which has done well in theatres.

  3. I would agree, but I think the federation is far too rosy and happy for the underbelly to be nearly as dark as is needed. I would actually suggest switching the series to a compleatly different side of things. For example a series which focused on the Romulans or Klingons which examines their culture and issues within it rather than beating the old ideas of the Federation again and again.

    Also like Babylon 5 and BattleStar Galactica build your stories long before you begin the series and STICK WITH IT! If you wish to add social commentary than fine but do it within the bounds of the series, the followers of trek are long done with the segways of Voyager and TNG.

  4. Smoke filled the bridge as numerous explosions rippled throughout the Galaxy Class starship USS Marx. Entire portions of the engineering section were open to space, the warp core was breaching and still the spacial anomalies ravaged the ship. Again and again, they intersected the hull ripping off layer after layer of hull plating opening more of the ship to space. They had been drawn by the warp nacelles, as if attracted to the warp field they generated, the engineering section had taken the most damage, though the saucer section had not been completely spared.

    “We are nearing the edge of the anomaly field,” Commander Javic, a human, informed no one in particular, he stood between the piloting and sensor consoles, steadying himself on the piloting chair “We can use inertia to drift the rest of the way.” Javic’s voice shook with distress. He leaned over to look at the scans of the ship, at least a hundred people were still in the damaged engineering section; many were trapped.

    “Understood, initiate decoupling sequence. Maximum power to the impulse engines as soon as we are decoupled.” Captain T’Vek’s cool Vulcan exterior betrayed no sign of concern for the situation, he merely directed his crew as though it were any other mission.

    Javic swung around, “Sir there are still people in the engineering section, we require a few moments to get them out,” he turned to his ops officer, “Lt. use the transporters to pull the rest of the survivors out of the engineering section.” The officer nodded.

    “Commander, we are running out of time, carry out my order.” T’Vek remained seated in his chair, his voice was deadly calm.

    Javic paused, “but Sir…”

    “Commander you have your orders,” as if to punctuate his argument the ship shook from another decompression in the engineering section.

    Javic glanced at the ops officer, “do as I said Lt.”

    Captain T’Vek stood from his chair, were he human anyone on the bridge would have sworn the look on his face was outrage, “Commander you are relieved, leave the bridge immediately. Initiate decoupling sequence, now!” T’Vek’ s voice raised ever so slightly.

    Javic stared in disbelief; he could not believe The Captian could give such an order. A hesitant chorus of ‘Yes Sir’ followed. The ship shook once again, this time in the expected sequence of the decoupling grapplers, the saucer section was free.

    “Sir, we have cleared the engineering section.” The Ops officer made a reproachful glance over his shoulder at Jevic as though pleading for The Comanders forgiveness. Javic stared at T’Vek, the mans unnerving calm was eerie in contrast to the emotional faces of the predominantly human bridge crew,

    “Full power to impulse; get us out of here Lt. Fredrickson.” Javic remained transfixed his gaze locked on T’Vek, the Vulcan had just abandoned over a hundred members of his crew to die.

    The ship shook as the Matter Anti-Matter matrix in the engineering section finally mixed freely, matter was crushed, space torn. The crew of the bridge heaved forward the shockwave passed. Javic regained his balance, they were dead, all of them left behind by a man they had trusted.

    “Commander I believe I relieved you,” T’Vek had returned Javic’s gaze the entire time; the man had not once flinched or looked away.

    Javic suddenly became aware of himself he half heartedly straightened himself, and rose his hand in salute, “yes sir.” Javic left the bridge, he felt all eyes on him as he left; the crew was as shocked as he was.

    ----

    Javic reported to The Captains ready room as ordered, it had been the first time he had seen the bridge in a month. The Captain had placed him under house arrest after their altercation on the bridge. During that time Javic had reviewed the reports on the casualties, one factor had been clear not a single Vulcan had been killed in the warp core breach, though almost twenty had been posted in that section. His mind had mulled over these facts for some time, there were various orders which seemed to have led to the spontaneous reassignment of the Vulcans only hours before the disaster, had The Captain known about the approaching anomaly? Worse, had The Captain racially reassigned the crew to protect his fellow Vulcans?

    Javic saluted and glared at T’Vek across the captain’s desk “reporting as ordered, Sir.”

    T’Vek looked up at The Commander, as though surprised he was there, “Commander are you aware of our status?”

    “Yes”

    “I see,” T’Vek picked up a PADD, “then there is something you may not be aware of, the subspace beacon, and communications are damaged beyond repair.”

    Javic blinked, this could not be possible, without communications the ship was cut off; they couldn’t even call for help. Worse, this placed The Captain well outside the oversight of Starfleet. Javic wondered, if T’Vek was seemingly willing to transfer Vulcan crew away from areas only moments before a disaster, would he kill his first officer to stop the evidence of his act from coming to light? Javic brought himself back to the moment and managed to speak though his voice betrayed his disbelief, “Sir, we have to contact StarFleet, we must use every means possible to repair the subspace communicator.”

    “I’m afraid that appears impossible,” T’Vek set down the PADD he was holding, “Mr. Venrick informs me that the required equipment was destroyed with the engineering section.” T’Vek returned Javic’s stare, “Calm yourself, we are only ten years at impulse power from a subspace relay; we will make the journey and contact Starfleet from there.”

    Javic stared, shocked, could The Captain be lying to him? The equipment required to repair such systems should have been housed in the saucer section, with backups in engineering, “Sir, perhaps we can use the replicators…”

    “We are lacking in the raw components,” T’Vek paused, and then continued, “I have explored all logical options, we will have to make the trek to the relay. Since you are more in tune with the crews… emotional state I have decided to reinstate you to your command. You will inform the crew of our situation.”

    Javic nodded, that was something, at least he wouldn’t be cooling his heals in his quarters the whole trip, “What of the senior staff lost in the ‘accident’” Javic barely managed to hold back his sarcasm.

    “They will be replaced by competent replacement officers.” T’Vek picked up a PADD and began to scan the contents, and then passed it to Javic, “These are the new position placements in the senior staff.”

    Javic took the PADD and glanced at the names of the officers who were being promoted, they were all Vulcans, “Sir…”

    “Yes, Commander?” T’Vek looked benignly across the desk.

    Javic felt hostility, he could swear it, but from a Vulcan? In that moment he had feared for his life, he hot blood pumping in his ears, “… never mind.”

    “Very good commander, you are dismissed.” T’Vek’s voice remained eerily calm.

    “Yes Sir.” Javic turned on his heel and left the ready room, he was terrified, for himself and the crew. The Captain held all the cards, and after the crew transfers on the PADD a Vulcan would hold control over every vital system on the ship.

    Javic forced himself to calm down, this was his captain, a man who, while distant, had never seemed irrational or emotional. He reevaluated the situation, perhaps the Vulcan replacements were the best choices for the vacant positions. Javic carefully pushed his suspicions to the back of his mind, he had a job to do, the crew would need leadership, not decent.

    ---

    Javic, looked at the senior officers seated in the conference room, it had been three years since the disaster, since the effective takeover of the ship by T’Vek’s officers. There had been many schisms in the crew, some had resulted in officers or dissenters going mysteriously missing, Non-Vulcans all. The Non-Vulcan crew had banded together under The Captains oppression they were no longer a crew they were plebs under the control of a tyrant. Javic looked at the Non-Vulcan senior officers left, they all were grimly discussing old arguments, old complaints, but nothing could be done, The Captain at the first sign of questioning had placed his Vulcan officers as eyes and ears in every corridor, every moment was monitored, duty shifts no longer allowed for time off, sleep was the only respite from the constant demands of The Captain through his Vulcan emissaries.

    “We haven’t seen him in weeks, we only get orders through Venrick,” Lt. Joran’s voice was heavy; he had lost hope that was evident.

    “How do we even know he’s still alive?”

    “What if were just following Venrick’s orders, that pompous [...] probably killed him and never told us!”

    “He’s not dead…” Javic called over the gradually increasing volume of hysteria, he picked up the tricorder sitting on the conference room table, it was still jamming all outgoing frequencies, for the moment this discussion was unmonitored. “He’s very much alive; I’ve spoken to him off and on for the past week.”

    “Have you seen him?”

    “Yes, he’s been passing the time meditating and reading. He informed me that I may continue to be the CO as long as I follow Venricks orders.” Javic, shook his head he was sure if he had refused he would have joined ‘the disappeared’. The last time he had spoken to The Captain, he had barely acknowledged his presence. Javic wished he could blame The Captains behavior on an illness but the man seemed so logical, every decision was so precise in nature. As it stood Venrick was now the voice of The Captian, the Non-Vulcans were to obey; the threat of ‘or else’ remained largely unspoken. The situation over the course of the last year had grown more tense Venrick and the other Vulcans had become the only people allowed to see the Captain. Javic was the lone exception, but even when Javic saw the Captain the Vulcans had spoke for him.

    “I don’t believe the Captain is capable of commanding any longer.” Javic saw the expressions on his senior staff’s faces shift first to concern, then to agreement. They had all been cast aside as Vulcans took up many of their key duties, relegating those he had not directly replaced to little more than roles as figureheads. Of course when prompted the Vulcans had given perfectly logical reasons for the changes, citing higher logic and the wishes of The Captain.

    “So that’s why we’re here…”

    Javic nodded, he could not relieve The Captain without the assistance of the crew, and for that he needed the assistance of the remaining senior staff, though he very much doubted any would object given the idea, but the word still had to be spoken. The Captain had broken every rule placed them all under a racist tyranny only one thing remained…

    “Mutiny.” The word rang in the conference room like a bell, “There is no other way.” Nods accompanied this statement at least that was true. “Are we in agreement?”

    Many of the officers nodded, the Chief Science Officer spoke, “What’s the plan?”

    ---

    One week later, Javic stood on the bridge and watched the as the now predominantly Vulcan bridge staff performed their duties. The Mutiny would start here with a gassing of the bridge staff, it would be tense, no one was sure how long it would take to incapacitate the bridge staff, it was theoretically possible that the Vulcans would realize what was happening and kill him before they were rendered unconscious. Likely if the mutiny failed the Non-Vulcan crew would be subject to strict reprisal, Jevic wondered if The Captain would resort to torture before he killed them all, the thought was gruesome, the logic of a Vulcan instilling pain in a victim. Jevic shivered at the thought and touched his left bicep where the doctor had inoculated him, and the only other Non-Vulcan left on the bridge staff rotation, with a counter toxin. Javic hoped it would work since the concentration of toxin about to be administered to knock out the Vulcans was roughly double what it would take to kill a human. Javic fiddled with his uniform trying to pass the time, the chronometer ticked time away at an excruciating pace. Suddenly the color of the room lighting shifted to blue.

    “Contaminant detected!” The computers voice echoed over the bridge as the room was flooded with gas. The air coloration changed to a slight green hue, the required concentration of gas was reached within a second, there was nothing the Vulcans could do it was to fast to stop, even for them.

    ‘Show time,’ Javic thought as the Vulcan bridge crew clawed at their throats and collapsed, they began to convulse on the floor.

    “Will they be all right?” Lt. Fredrickson looked at Javic, even now in the heat of mutiny against the Vulcans she showed concern for the officers, even if they had been her oppressors.

    “I hope so,” Jevic too felt a level of pity for the fallen officers, though it was tempered by the knowledge that these men were likely aware of, or participated in, the disappearances of members of the crew.

    The turbolift doors opened and a team of security officers flooded onto the bridge their phasers were raised, they clearly expected a fight. Javic paused and looked at them, the moment was tense, in mutiny friend or foe could vary at the drop of a hat.

    “Sir, we are here to protect you.” The security officer saluted and his team took up positions around the bridge replacing the fallen Vulcans.

    “Very good; status report,” Javic, felt a brief sense of victory, he had taken the bridge, it was a step in the right direction. He readjusted his uniform; the air felt muggy from the toxin. The toxins green haze was disturbing, only the anti-toxin was keeping him alive at the moment, it lent a eerie sense of vulnerability to the scene; even the air was trying to kill him now.

    “We have seized decks 1 through 9 and 11 through 22, we are experiencing some resistance on deck 10.” The security officer paused.

    “What is it?” Something had happened, something unexpected, Javin could feel it.

    “We’ve taken losses on deck 9… the Vulcans are using phasers set to kill.”

    Javic paused, shocked, Vulcans were a peaceful people it was out of character for them to kill. Javic quickly pulled himself together, “Pull our men out of decks 9 and 10; vent the decks.” Javic turned and sat in The Captains chair, he felt a sense of loss, he had hoped the Vulcans would be reasonable once it was clear they had lost the ship, that he would not to be forced to use this strategy.

    The security officer nodded and made the order, and other officer yipped back a response, time passed, the air in the bridge was heavy with tension. Finally the ship shuddered as the engines fought against a sudden expelling of gas. The Vulcans were dead. Though it felt like a hollow victory, the ship was his.

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