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[savagemind]

The ship was falling.

Correction: the ship had fallen, skipping across the ocean like a pebble on a lake, scraping Alcatraz clean and tumbling towards the city. Sparks showered the bridge, alarms screaming about hull integrity, bulkhead damage, warp and impulse drive failure. None of it mattered. From his perch in the captain's chair, Khan let nothing but grief and rage fill his thoughts as the city skyline filled the viewscreen.

They'd taken everything from him. Now he would return the favor.

The saucer struck. Khan was thrown forward, and everything went white--


And he woke, aching and crumpled on a cold floor. He pushed himself up, face twisted in a silent snarl, and took stock, mind immediately jumping to one single, obvious conclusion.

Starfleet.

They should have let him die with his crew. Their mistake.

Comments

[ancientstalker]

"A being known as Q. He's displaced many people, some from different universes."

And the slightest frown, there. As though Orlin wasn't impressed by his actions.

"I'm one of the... Victims that Q has brought onto the Enterprise. Seems he and the captain of this ship have a rivalry."

[savagemind]

"Really." A being who plucks people from different universes? Absurd. But there's no trace of a lie on this man's face. And there was the report, deep in Section 31's files, that mentioned the Romulan Captain of the Narada, Vulcan's destroyer, had actually been from the future...

He can't discount the possibility. He is, after all, in the future.

"And who is the captain of this vessel?"

[ancientstalker]

"Really."

He says this completely blandly, almost emotionless. Almost.

"Captain Jean-Luc Picard." Orlin comments. "He seems a most capable man." For a human. "He seems to want to return us to our own time periods and dimensions as soon as possible."