by jellyjingle » Fri Jul 12, 2013 5:35 pm
We walked in silence.
The wind was slicing through the night and threatened to cut off the slight warmth held in by my shredded clothes and the flame of the blue lantern that the blond-haired human had given me. Seeing the chance given by the silent walk to investigate the identities of my liberators, I glanced softly at the human walking next to me. He had given me the lantern and had talked to my captors slightly before we left the slave-trading center, but otherwise I had very little to go on. He spoke with more emotion in his voice than his companion, who I hadn't been able to see well, and he seemed to be disgusted with the atmosphere of my captors human trade as I was. He was young, no more than ten years older than myself, but had an air of someone who had a long history. I turned my head slightly and saw the other man. He was about the same age as the blond-haired human, but then I noticed-
He's... my eyes widened in the dark of night. He's Vulcan.
In seven years I had never seen one anyone that shared my blood other than humans. Seven years since they took me from the planet and killed my mother. Seven years of slavery. True, I was only one-fourth Vulcan, but having grown up on the planet I felt a bond with the people- my people- closer than any other I shared. It was the first day I had wept in my captivity, the day my planet ceased to live. I heard secondhand, but the destruction of planets is not an occurance that is easily misinterpreted. A small tear, a silver ribbon laced my cheek like a river at the memories. I, unlike my mother and almost all Vulcans, couldn't choose not to feel. I felt every stabbing pain caused by my life; I could never achive the serene calm my mother had even though she was half human. I suppose that was my father's fault. He was a genetically-engineered human, and his genes had overridden many of my Vulcan ones. That was why I was always awash in a sea of emotion, why my hair only had streaks of black, and why my eyes were so piercingly blue. I shut my eyes with force to block out the thoughts of my father. Focus, I thought, Focus! They're from Starfleet. Question them. Get information!
I stopped walking and stared the Vulcan in the eye.
"Who are you- and where are we going?"
I let my eyes fly from each of the two men, who were now turned around and facing me.
The Vulcan spoke after glancing at the human, who gave a nod.
"I'm Commander Spock, and this is Captian James T. Kirk. I believe you may already know where we're going."
My gaze hardened.
"Why do you think I would know where you're heading me to, Mr. Spock?"
The Captain answered this time, walking up to me with a calm and almost pleased look.
"Underneath those tangled leaves I think you have a record of your heritage, miss," he said, "and aren't Vulcans pretty good at figuring things out?"
My hand flew to the leaves, carefully positioned over my tipped ears to keep my captors unaware of my true knowledge. I straightened and once again looked over the Commander and the Captain. Starfleet uniforms...
"We're headed to your ship, correct?"
Kirk smiled, "Yup. Nice job." He turned to Spock as he walked ahead. "I think you... Y'know, other-you... was right about her."
The commander turned to me. "I hope so."
He walked next to me as the Captain kept pace ahead of us and said, "I understand that this is quite confusing for you, and I apologize. Everything will be explained once we board."
He stared straight ahead, and I turned my head slightly once I saw the magnificent ship hovering over the icy, frozen land ahead of us.
"Thank you."A Star Trek inspired character I thought of, wondering if anybody likes her and her story/wants me to write more of it. : )