Ancient History, Part 1

Posted on Friday 3 June 2016 @ 10:50 by Captain John "Apollo" Barstow, M.D.

Mission: Old, New Ship
Location: VS Tri'jema
Timeline: 460 A.D.
388 words - 0.8 OF Standard Post Measure

Tal'vin growled in the darkness of the bridge as he stood at the command station and watched the readouts. For 110 years the outcast Vulcans who marched under the banner of the Raptor had traveled, attempting to find a home for themselves. The large group had split and the Tri'jema had been ordered to scout the road ahead for a suitable planet. Tal'vin slammed his fist on the cold metal, "six months and nothing," he growled angrily.

His first officer tr'Ren looked over and quirked an eyebrow, "Commander, please, do not damage more consoles, we already cannot fix what is already broken."

Tal'vin glared at the woman, "do not presume to give me orders, Sub-Commander," he said then rubbed his face and took a step back into the shadows. He loathed to admit it, but, she was correct. Without a word he turned and walked into the corridor, he was hungry and he'd seen enough empty space.

He walked into the quiet room and the crew gathered at the tables just looked at him, stopping conversations. He knew they were unhappy, they had all rejected the teachings of Sarek because they did not want to feel trapped, among other things, yet here they were, trapped on this ship. Tal'vin sighed and moved over to the food dispenser, "jumbo mullask and spice tea," he ordered.

A few whirls and clicks then the dark green door opened to reveal a tray containing the items. He took the tray and sat at an empty table at the back of the room. There were growls and whispers but Tal'vin sipped his tea and poked at the sea food. A tray slammed and suddenly Tal'vin felt his skin start to boil. He cried out and clawed at his chest before looking over. The man in question had fought against Sarek, learning the mental military disciplines, which included melting ones skin off.

"No," Tal'vin growled and focused all the pain and anger into a single thought: die.

The assailant screamed as green blood oozed from the corners of his eyes. The Centurion dropped to his knees as the ship shook and the klaxon sounded, "Commander, engines are out, hull breaches on all decks and we are caught in the gravity of an Asteroid, report to the bridge!"


[TBC....]


Commander Tal'vin (APB Barstow)
Commander
VS Tri'jema