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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

[asklepian]

"Well, it does tend to be easier when someone else does it." Julian tilts his head--that's true, in his professional opinion. Which Khan doesn't seem to be too invested in hearing.

"I do take the 'consent' part of 'informed consent' rather seriously," Julian says solemnly. "Being the subject of an involuntary medical procedure in the past, myself."

Granted, at six years old, his parents would have been the ones to consent to treatment on his behalf anyway. Even if he had been normal.