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madimpossibledreamerAt least I have an outline for 95% of the story now.
Main Points:
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU (New Genesis)
Summary: Spock manages to extract some answers.
Word Count: 1369
Rating: Teen
Minor Spock/Uhura
Sulu joins them with a nod, confirming that his instincts are every bit as good as Spock would expect from a member of Starfleet. It is not only the trustworthiness of those brought on board from the Enterprise that renders them more reliable, but, from every indication, their competence as well that is superior. The crew chosen by Marcus might have more experience, but training in the wrong direction can lead one astray, especially for humans, who become fixated on an idea to the point of ignoring all other data as is shown time and time again in their Earth history. Adaptability and the ability to overcome one’s ego and admit one is wrong are useful characteristics, and ones that at least thus far do not seem to be traits the Admiral possesses or values highly.
“I don’t suppose I missed an announcement taking my nap,” Sulu states casually.
Spock raises an eyebrow, but he himself has had to improve his own flexibility, as it is a useful skill on his latest assignment, so he questions nothing. “It is unlikely the three of us did so, and in any case it would be a poor emergency system if it was unable to warn every member of the crew, even those taking, as you say, a nap.”
Sulu smiles. “There is that.”
It is slightly surprising that the turbolift is not locked. Perhaps Admiral Marcus is completely unconcerned about the possibility of pointed questions or mutiny—a fact to note for the future. Rather than giving orders, though, he is silent, surveying the colony and ship floating as if abandoned above her. The scene could almost be considered an mundane one with nothing at all amiss, with shuttles moving scientific cargo and passengers and even the ordinary sort of chatter coming across the communications, though, notably, Spock hears no indication that anyone below is even aware of their presence. The ship is not under attack, but under the circumstances the probability is high that the jolt had been an emergency stop in order to use the experimental cloaking device and thus not be detected on their approach.
Still, it is probably for the moment important to keep the full extent of his own observations to himself. “May I enquire as to the nature of the current state of the ship?”
The Admiral doesn’t even turn to look, aware of their presence but simply ignoring it (much like his attitude toward their existence on the Jackson in the first place). “Go ahead, but I wouldn’t wait for an answer.”
Humans are a very strange species at times. He is insisting on continuing to act like any of this is hidden, and Spock is not willing to ‘play along’, as he might if Kirk were deciding to do the same. He has earned some understanding through friendship. Admiral Marcus has none. “With all due respect, Admiral, the time for secrecy is already passed, given your decision to fill the vacancies in your own crew with some of us from the Enterprise. We may be better equipped to render assistance if we were better informed.” He had attempted to hide the fact that they are not running with a full complement; Spock suspects this is due to some sort of hurry on the part of Marcus. That despite his casual demeanor and attempts at convincing Kirk that this had been the plan all along, that was not in fact the case.
Admiral Marcus contemplates that for a brief moment before nodding. “Mr. Sulu, you have some of the best reflexes on the piloting tests, do you not?”
It’s a bit of a show; he’s aware that many of those serving on board the Enterprise are the best in their respective fields. Spock personally knows the test results of many, since he had been an instructor at the same time that many of them had been attending as students, and their record since is not lacking.
“Not just the tests, sir,” Sulu responds with his usual quiet confidence.
“Very well, Mr. Sulu.” He sounds a little amused. “You have the helm.”
“Yes, sir.” He moves into the chair as smoothly as the other helmswoman exits with no trace of wounded ego, just a pat on the back.
Marcus continues. “You want to be informed? I think that apparently abandoned stolen craft is a trap. I think any transmissions we’ve received indicating the situation is normal are a lie.”
“I would have to concur.” Given the response he’d received to his own inquiry, it is the natural conclusion.
“I can help listen for indications of what’s gone wrong,” Uhura offers.
“I’d appreciate the help—so far all I’ve been able to get is that they’re under duress from tone, but I think there’s an underlying signal I haven’t been able to isolate,” the man explains, lifting a headset from the empty station beside him.
“Two heads are better than one,” she agrees with a smile and goes over to get to work. Irrational slight jealousy is tempered by a deep and abiding respect for her aptitude.
“As for the rest, I don’t know if the hostage—my grandson—is still on board, and while the Genesis Prototype ending up in the wrong hands could be disastrous, I don’t want to just act rashly, either. We are currently cloaked—I believe you’re already aware of that capability of the Jackson, aren’t you?” It will certainly be less difficult now that the Admiral has decided to stop keeping as many secrets, even if this is certainly not all he knows.
“Correct. It is a drain on the power reserves, is it not?” He is only familiar with the theoretical, but suspects they will shortly have a more practical understanding of the systems.
Every answer is another reason for Section 31 to try to silence them in the future, but no acceptable alternative exists. “We can’t use traditional weapons or shielding while cloaked, no. The Jackson is designed with a secondary power supply, but it only powers the torpedoes.”
Spock is already moving to the science station. Unfortunately, this action may give away the rest of Kirk’s secrets he would like to keep hidden, but under the circumstances he is fairly certain his friend would prefer that to the death of even one innocent, let alone one so important, and as long as he does not configure it precisely and the others don’t know what they’re looking for, even if it’s a foregone conclusion that they’re recording every action for later analysis… “Two bio-signs are on board the stolen ship, one of which is smaller and therefore probably your grandson,” he announces. David might have less ‘alien’ blood than Kirk, but it’s still enough, combined with size, to be sure of his identity, at least. And then he realizes something else of value. “...The other does not read as fully human.” In conclusion, the other is probably an Augment, even if it is possible it is not the same Augment.
“We don’t have specifics,” Uhura adds, “...but apparently there were difficulties in locating a ‘brat’. We’re still trying to interpret more of the signal.” She’s slightly amused by the implication. While behavior is not directly inherited, certain psychological characteristics, such as a tendency toward hyperactivity, might be.
Marcus nods, having apparently made up his mind. “We’re going to capture that ship. Mr. Sulu, you need to take us in close enough for one single definitive blow. Silver, aim for the nacelles.”
“Not a problem.” Sulu’s confidence is inspiring to the rest, including, as it appears, Admiral Marcus. Spock’s main concern is what will happen after.
Main Points:
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU (New Genesis)
Summary: Spock manages to extract some answers.
Word Count: 1369
Rating: Teen
Minor Spock/Uhura
As they run, Spock notices several other Starfleet personnel he recognizes, borrowed from the Enterprise. While many of them do not usually serve on the bridge and therefore do not join them, they are at least at attention, aware of the state of the ship and ready for anything that might happen. This is a change from the rest, who are oddly unconcerned. Perhaps they are used to drills and other oddities of an experimental vessel, but they have not been informed of a sudden stop or anything that could explain the effect.
Sulu joins them with a nod, confirming that his instincts are every bit as good as Spock would expect from a member of Starfleet. It is not only the trustworthiness of those brought on board from the Enterprise that renders them more reliable, but, from every indication, their competence as well that is superior. The crew chosen by Marcus might have more experience, but training in the wrong direction can lead one astray, especially for humans, who become fixated on an idea to the point of ignoring all other data as is shown time and time again in their Earth history. Adaptability and the ability to overcome one’s ego and admit one is wrong are useful characteristics, and ones that at least thus far do not seem to be traits the Admiral possesses or values highly.
“I don’t suppose I missed an announcement taking my nap,” Sulu states casually.
Spock raises an eyebrow, but he himself has had to improve his own flexibility, as it is a useful skill on his latest assignment, so he questions nothing. “It is unlikely the three of us did so, and in any case it would be a poor emergency system if it was unable to warn every member of the crew, even those taking, as you say, a nap.”
Sulu smiles. “There is that.”
It is slightly surprising that the turbolift is not locked. Perhaps Admiral Marcus is completely unconcerned about the possibility of pointed questions or mutiny—a fact to note for the future. Rather than giving orders, though, he is silent, surveying the colony and ship floating as if abandoned above her. The scene could almost be considered an mundane one with nothing at all amiss, with shuttles moving scientific cargo and passengers and even the ordinary sort of chatter coming across the communications, though, notably, Spock hears no indication that anyone below is even aware of their presence. The ship is not under attack, but under the circumstances the probability is high that the jolt had been an emergency stop in order to use the experimental cloaking device and thus not be detected on their approach.
Still, it is probably for the moment important to keep the full extent of his own observations to himself. “May I enquire as to the nature of the current state of the ship?”
The Admiral doesn’t even turn to look, aware of their presence but simply ignoring it (much like his attitude toward their existence on the Jackson in the first place). “Go ahead, but I wouldn’t wait for an answer.”
Humans are a very strange species at times. He is insisting on continuing to act like any of this is hidden, and Spock is not willing to ‘play along’, as he might if Kirk were deciding to do the same. He has earned some understanding through friendship. Admiral Marcus has none. “With all due respect, Admiral, the time for secrecy is already passed, given your decision to fill the vacancies in your own crew with some of us from the Enterprise. We may be better equipped to render assistance if we were better informed.” He had attempted to hide the fact that they are not running with a full complement; Spock suspects this is due to some sort of hurry on the part of Marcus. That despite his casual demeanor and attempts at convincing Kirk that this had been the plan all along, that was not in fact the case.
Admiral Marcus contemplates that for a brief moment before nodding. “Mr. Sulu, you have some of the best reflexes on the piloting tests, do you not?”
It’s a bit of a show; he’s aware that many of those serving on board the Enterprise are the best in their respective fields. Spock personally knows the test results of many, since he had been an instructor at the same time that many of them had been attending as students, and their record since is not lacking.
“Not just the tests, sir,” Sulu responds with his usual quiet confidence.
“Very well, Mr. Sulu.” He sounds a little amused. “You have the helm.”
“Yes, sir.” He moves into the chair as smoothly as the other helmswoman exits with no trace of wounded ego, just a pat on the back.
Marcus continues. “You want to be informed? I think that apparently abandoned stolen craft is a trap. I think any transmissions we’ve received indicating the situation is normal are a lie.”
“I would have to concur.” Given the response he’d received to his own inquiry, it is the natural conclusion.
“I can help listen for indications of what’s gone wrong,” Uhura offers.
“I’d appreciate the help—so far all I’ve been able to get is that they’re under duress from tone, but I think there’s an underlying signal I haven’t been able to isolate,” the man explains, lifting a headset from the empty station beside him.
“Two heads are better than one,” she agrees with a smile and goes over to get to work. Irrational slight jealousy is tempered by a deep and abiding respect for her aptitude.
“As for the rest, I don’t know if the hostage—my grandson—is still on board, and while the Genesis Prototype ending up in the wrong hands could be disastrous, I don’t want to just act rashly, either. We are currently cloaked—I believe you’re already aware of that capability of the Jackson, aren’t you?” It will certainly be less difficult now that the Admiral has decided to stop keeping as many secrets, even if this is certainly not all he knows.
“Correct. It is a drain on the power reserves, is it not?” He is only familiar with the theoretical, but suspects they will shortly have a more practical understanding of the systems.
Every answer is another reason for Section 31 to try to silence them in the future, but no acceptable alternative exists. “We can’t use traditional weapons or shielding while cloaked, no. The Jackson is designed with a secondary power supply, but it only powers the torpedoes.”
Spock is already moving to the science station. Unfortunately, this action may give away the rest of Kirk’s secrets he would like to keep hidden, but under the circumstances he is fairly certain his friend would prefer that to the death of even one innocent, let alone one so important, and as long as he does not configure it precisely and the others don’t know what they’re looking for, even if it’s a foregone conclusion that they’re recording every action for later analysis… “Two bio-signs are on board the stolen ship, one of which is smaller and therefore probably your grandson,” he announces. David might have less ‘alien’ blood than Kirk, but it’s still enough, combined with size, to be sure of his identity, at least. And then he realizes something else of value. “...The other does not read as fully human.” In conclusion, the other is probably an Augment, even if it is possible it is not the same Augment.
“We don’t have specifics,” Uhura adds, “...but apparently there were difficulties in locating a ‘brat’. We’re still trying to interpret more of the signal.” She’s slightly amused by the implication. While behavior is not directly inherited, certain psychological characteristics, such as a tendency toward hyperactivity, might be.
Marcus nods, having apparently made up his mind. “We’re going to capture that ship. Mr. Sulu, you need to take us in close enough for one single definitive blow. Silver, aim for the nacelles.”
“Not a problem.” Sulu’s confidence is inspiring to the rest, including, as it appears, Admiral Marcus. Spock’s main concern is what will happen after.
