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Dark is the Night
By : Kehlan
Category: Star Trek > Star Trek
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Endeavour’s bridge was silent. The crew focused on their jobs, keeping the ship on station and ready to protect the Starbase should the Dutchman dare to venture closer. Their attention was focused also on their captain as she stood tensely in front of the view screen, her hand resting lightly on the d'k’tahg that hung from the belt of her Starfleet uniform.

Concentrating on the lonely shuttlecraft facing down the enemy, Kehlan offered her husband what mental strength she had. This was a battle she did not understand and she wanted nothing more than for it to be over and her mate safely back at her side having defeated this unknown and seemingly un-fightable enemy. She also wanted answers. Who was this enemy who called himself the Dutchman? What was her husband’s involvement with him? How did you fight something that could not be killed?

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Unknown and unseen beings on the ghost ship were aware of Kehlan's need. Trapped into unwilling service and fearful of their captor, they nevertheless responded to her need. What Kehlan desired to know, was memory for them, they had been imprisoned on this ship for many millennia, had been there the last time the Dutchman had hunted. Now they would share their knowledge with one who might have the power to set them free.

Images formed in Kehlan's mind... blurred at first but as her surprised mind seized on them, they sharpened and came into focus. Her grip tightened spasmodically on her d'k'tahg, violet blood trickling down her fingers as the spiked pommel cut into her palm and she staggered slightly under the onslaught and intensity of the images assailing her. Across the fleet and on board the starbase, regardless of their own telepathic ability, the crew and officers who were closest to Kehlan, who called her friend or even family, were caught by surprise as they saw what she saw.

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Clouds swirled across Kehlan’s vision before fading into blackness and as her sight faded so did her other senses. The soft chirping of the machinery, the slight sounds of her crew quietly going about their work, the carpeted deck beneath her boots… all gone until nothing was left but complete sensory deprivation.

It felt like forever but just as mindless panic threatened to overwhelm her, it was over as quickly as it had begun. The sense of smell was the first to return, salt and dampness replacing the crisp scent of recycled air in her lungs. Her hearing quickly followed as the silence gave way to the creaking of wooden boards and the flap of sails in a bitingly cold wind.

Kehlan shivered, instinctively pulling the heavy, fur lined cloak that adorned her shoulders further around her, registering only a moment of surprise at her change of attire. A minute ago she’d been wearing a Starfleet uniform.

She looked around her. That she was on a boat… a ship rather, she corrected herself, although a very small one by the standards of the 24th century… was obvious. This was no ship design that she'd ever encountered before. At the front of the ship she could see the figurehead. It was beautiful and she took a moment to admire its workmanship. A great dragon, head raised and jaws open as though to breathe fire, its wings half raised and curving protectively around the bow. There was life in the carving, she sensed. The spirit of the ship was enshrined there.

Behind her lay the mast, three women standing in front of it. Kehlan had never seen them before yet she knew them. Even now her friends were with her. She smiled, glad to see them but did not approach. Instead she turned her attention to the tall figure standing by the bow.

Wearing a heavy cloak overlaid with the skin of some animal Kehlan did not recognise, and a tunic and leggings made of some sort of suede, Mackenzie seemed completely at home in the harsh environment of what the quiet voices in the back of Kehlan’s mind, told her was a Viking long-ship.

Mackenzie turned slightly and met her eyes, a faint acknowledging smile creasing his lips. He knew her… oh yes, he knew her. The moment over, he looked away again, turning his attention back to the dark figure standing on the beach.

The cold, dark aura surrounding the one who in a later era would call himself the Dutchman was unmistakeable, as was the sense of fear… terror… with overtones of resignation and defeat… in the watching people huddled on the shoreline. The Dutchman stood between them and the long-ship. “You cannot save them.” The words were gloating, full of menace and the promise of horrors to come, yet Mackenzie did not seem intimidated.

“You will not take them.” Mackenzie’s voice was calm, unmarred by anger or fear. “These people are under my protection and you will not harm them.”

Derisive laughter replied. The Dutchman was cocky, unaccustomed to challenge or defeat. None had ever stood against him. The souls of these people would be his as was his right and legacy. No upstart human could hope to defeat him.

On board the long-ship, another figure, taller and heavier set than Mackenzie, but dressed in a very similar manner, approached and touched Mackenzie’s shoulder. Whoever this man was, he held himself in a manner that spoke of power and authority. Mackenzie turned and the two spoke together in low voices. Kehlan could not hear the words but she knew what was being said. This man would guard his back, prevent interference or treachery.

In his hand, he held a sword. Kehlan had seen similar weapons in the museum of Warfare on Earth and recognised it as early Viking; a short single handed pommel with a mushroom like cap on the end, reminding her somewhat incongruously of the design of Starbase 24. He held the blade out to Mackenzie who accepted it, bowing his head momentarily in acknowledgement of the gift.
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Dark is the Night	By : Kehlan Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 1171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek and am making no money from it.

Dark is the Night