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Dark is the Night
By : Kehlan
Category: Star Trek > Star Trek
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In the Ops centre of Starbase 24, nobody moved, their attention fixed firmly on the Rapier. There was nothing any of them could do - all depended on the mental battle being fought on the tiny craft. Their duty was to bear witness and to offer mental strength and support - because if their admiral fell, they all fell with him.

Krang had been leaning over his console, studying the schematics with fierce concentration when the visions had called him. Sensing their importance, the Klingon warrior had not resisted, instead he allowed his mind to relax, to let the visions in and show him what he needed to see.

Krang knew little of Earth's ancient history – just enough to understand that he was on board a Viking long-ship, maybe a thousand years or so in the past. His warrior's instincts kicking in, he looked around him, assessing the situation – taking note of his location and the people around him, particularly the three Viking women standing by the mast. His gaze swept over them, instantly dismissing them as a threat. These three were allies. His consciousness was drawn to the third of the three and their eyes met. She smiled at him, a gentle, loving smile and his heart lightened. Even here his Chrissie, his beloved wife was with him.

Close to the three but clearly separate, stood another woman, more richly dressed than the others. She was oblivious to his gaze, her attention fixed firmly on the tall warrior standing by the guard rails. He followed her gaze and as he looked at the warrior, some inner knowledge contained in the body he inhabited told him what he must do.

A bundle of cloth lay on the deck by the figurehead. He moved towards it and sinking to one knee, he carefully reached out and lifted the cloth, unravelling it to reveal the ancient, ceremonial sword hidden in its folds.

With a few steps, he crossed the deck and held the sword out to the tall warrior. "You will need this, old friend."

Mackenzie accepted the gift. "I will do it justice," he promised gravely.

Krang met the other man's eyes "Fight well, brother. The lives and souls of all of us are in your hands."

Acknowledging, Mackenzie turned and in one easy motion, vaulted the rails, landing with a splash in the shallow water before wading ashore to meet his foe.

It went against every fibre of Krang's being to stand back and let another face danger for him, but he knew he had no choice. This was fated. Mackenzie was his friend and brother, he had to place his trust in him to fulfil his role, much as he did not like it. He had his own role to play and if, all the gods forbid, Mackenzie failed, he would destroy this ship and all on board it before he would allow the Dutchman to take their souls. Grimly he turned his attention back to the battle.

He did not know how long he had been standing there by the railings when the scene began to fade from his mind, his consciousness pulling him back to the realities of that other life on the Starbase.

The Ops room began to solidify around him and by his side he sensed that N'Sal also was stirring. It felt horribly wrong and in confirmation of that, he heard a voice echoing in his mind... Kehlan's voice...

"Krang!" Her voice was faint, barely audible as though heard from a great distance "Krang! Concentrate! Stay in the vision. You are the link... the anchor."

Unquestioning, he closed his eyes, imagining the decks of the long-ship, the salty air and the clash of weapons and just like that, the Starbase was gone as though it had never existed and he was once again the Viking warrior.

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A slight movement drew Kehlan’s attention away from the fight and towards the women by the mast. Three women... Three... It was a sacred number. She looked at the women, finding that she knew them. As the tall warrior was Krang, so too were her three closest friends here with her.

Khetara, N'Sal, Chrissie. Three women, each of them there for a reason, yet it eluded her. It came to her then and she almost laughed. The three faces of the goddess, a religion so old it had long since faded beyond myth and legend, old enough to make even the ancient Norse gods look like infants.

Khetara, the Warrior... Chrissie, the Mother... N'Sal... A grin broke out on Kehlan's face at the thought. Her Romulan friend would not appreciate being cast as the Maiden. Yet the description was not incorrect – and the Maiden was also the Priestess. The Priestess moved forward and approached the bow of the ship. The warriors gathered there silently moved out of her way. She stopped by the figurehead and reached, caressing the wooden form of the great carved dragon adorning the prow. Her movements slow and dreamlike, she stroked its length and then, began to tap out a beat in response to a rhythm that only she could hear.

The sound was hypnotic and Kehlan found herself drawn deeper and deeper into it. Her mind whirled with images - the combatants fighting on the beach... her mate facing down the Dutchman aboard N'Sal's modified runabout... the three Viking women... the lost souls trapped against their will into service with the Dutchman...

She shook her head. That was far in the future, wasn't it? The beat continued and caught up in it, Kehlan slowly began to understand what must be done. Time did not always flow in one direction. Like a river it had eddies, backflows. What happened in the future could affect the past.

The half Klingon woman closed her eyes, forcing her attention away from the present and picturing the bridge of her ship. It all seemed so far away, dreamlike unreal. She clenched her fists and concentrated harder and by sheer willpower, wrenched herself away from the Viking ship and back to that other life.

The sudden change was disorienting and she staggered. It had taken all her strength to bring herself back here and standing up suddenly seemed more than she was capable of.
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Dark is the Night	By : Kehlan Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 1174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek and am making no money from it.

Dark is the Night