Story: Kirk & crew find Khan out in space on their way back from Nibiru. Kirk keeps it off the report, but Spock doesn't. When Marcus reads the report about the 300 year old genius ex-tyrant, he plans on killing everyone who knows about Khan and getting the augment for himself. Kirk, however, let's on to the fact it was Marcus' doing, and Marcus flees. Kirk needs Khan's help to take Marcus down. Over the course of events, Khan, Kirk, Spock, and McCoy find themselves forming a close bond...
Gonna make myself a Khan plushie :3 Get back to you guys about it in a week. Still perfecting the pattern.
I'm making a practice non-Khan plushie in the meantime. The first one's for my mom, and I've gotta say, the body turned out well. Now that I'm back in the US I can get fabric and materials with ease :)
The lady at the fabric store said that I should sell stuff on Etsy, but she hadn't even seen anything I've made! I guess it wouldn't hurt to try, but I'll haveta create multiple patterns first, get things set up, etc.
The clothes can be taken on and off of my plushies, so I need to figure out how to make cute plushie clothes. I really like to be able to dress them ^-^ That'll take a bit of practice, especially with their proportions. Can't pull anything on over their heads.
In a week or two I should have the basics all figured out. I really enjoy sewing and designing creatures, so this should also help keep my depression at bay. Plusses all around.
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.
Both Khan and Kirk's crew are killed, and Khan takes Kirk as a prisoner. Kirk has nothing left, and decides no matter what threat Khan makes, no matter what he does, he won't obey or give in to him.
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“Like pleasure's possible when my whole body already hurts.” A harsh slap to the face had his vision leaving for a moment. Kirk laughed as he came back to himself, even as he was shoved onto his back. Laughed because it was the only thing left to do, and the situation was suddenly funny. Khan, superior being that he was, wanted to break a broken man... but Khan himself was broken. The thought only made Kirk laugh harder.
They were broken... both of them... Jim gasped for breath, hiccuping as his laughter became interspersed with sobs. “Go ahead,” he gasped through his fit. “Go ahead and rape a corpse.” Because that's all he was: a walking, breathing corpse.
Khan falls into a Mirror!verse where augments are slaves
Wouldn't that be awesome? Here's a small snippet of a beginning of that happening. I'm too busy with other stories to actively write this, but who knows? Might inspire others.
Khan had one last plan. Trapped in the brig, he was surprised they hadn't thought to more thoroughly check him. They were probably too distracted with their dying captain, being brought back to life with Khan's blood.
The tool he slipped from his boot was no bigger than a pocket knife; a simple silver device with a couple of buttons. He had made it, secretly, while under Marcus's watch. He was unsure if it would succeed in its task, and no longer cared. The Vulcan bastard had slaughtered Khan's entire crew, detonating the tornadoes upon the Vengeance. Khan swallowed hard, forcing his legs to hold his weight. He had nothing left. If this failed, there was nothing more for him to lose. Nothing more to fight for.
Taking a deep breath, he adjusted the mini dial on the device and pressed down on one of two buttons. He closed his eyes, preparing himself for entering the past. Preparing himself for a second chance to make better decisions.
He opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He was in... the Enterprise bridge? He made a quick assessment of his surroundings, finding quite a few things out of place. James T. Kirk sat in the Captain's chair, chatting idly with his Vulcan first officer and in perfect health. Other crew members remained at their work stations. Khan was tempted to believe he had been transported to a past or future point, on the starship. However, the few men and women kneeling at crew-members' feet told him it was more than that. They each had a silver collar around their neck and a silver cuff around each wrist, outfits gray.
“Khan?” Kirk pushed himself out of his captain's chair, eyes roving over Khan's form. “Who gave you that?”
Khan narrowed his eyes at the young captain. Kirk not only knew his name, but showed no surprise that Khan was standing there. Instead, he was surprised by something Khan had. Perhaps the device in his hand. Except... he had no device in his hand. The key to returning to his own place, wherever that was.
Did he have a place, though? With his crew dead?
He dodged Kirk's slap on instinct, knocking Kirk across the room with a punch to the jaw. A few of the kneeling men and women got up, approaching the superhuman. Khan fell into a defensive stance, running over his options. He was on a starship, in space. There were only so many places to run. If he could find a weapon, take them out, perhaps collect a shuttle pod-
“Wait!” Kirk called, getting to his feet. “If he touches me again, take him down. For now, step back.” One cheek was a nice red, likely to become a bruise. The priorly-kneeling men and women froze in place. Blue eyes flashed as they were directed at Khan. With slow, cautious steps, he approached the augment. He held his hands out as he approached, as if trying to get near a ferocious tiger. To Khan, eagerness in his voice, he said, “Do you know who I am?”
“Captain, it is illogical to engage a misbeh-”
“Mr. Spock,” Kirk snapped, scowling at the Vulcan. “I told you, I can handle my pets on my own.”
Khan didn't know Kirk too well, but he knew the captain was very respectful towards Spock. The change in personality and use of the word 'pet' were disconcerting. He needed to be careful of what he said and did. “I know of you. James T. Kirk, Captain of the U.S.S Enterprise.”
The man only seemed to light up further at these words. “And, to me, who are you?”
“...an acquaintance,” was what Khan settled on.
Kirk's grin was unnaturally large, the blond rubbing his hands together. “And it's not even Christmas yet! Mr. Sulu, please get Khan some proper attire.”
Khan was no longer in familiar territory. For all he knew, the galaxy itself could be rearranged. He would have to go along with these people, get a feel for this strange place, and plot his escape.
“So,” Kirk said, conversationally, “you're still an augment, right?”
“I am a genetically enhanced human,” Khan confirmed. “What is our relationship?”
The captain laughed and laughed, curling in on himself and gripping his abdomen. “What is our... haha...” He gasped for breath, forcing himself upright and wiping away tears of mirth. “This is going to be fun, alright.”
“Captain,” said a man, as he entered the bridge.
“Mr. Sulu,” Kirk replied. “Hand over the supplies to Cary. Samuel, Lane, assist Cary if need be.” The smirk curling pink lips left Khan on edge, as a collared female approached him with long, precise strides. In her hands was the shiny silver that matched that on many of the men and women who had kneeled.
“Hold out your hands,” she commanded.
He took in the people around him. At least 10, most of them likely to be carrying a phaser. A couple stuns didn't effect him, but multiple did. Perhaps, if he could dodge the stuns, he could find a place and hide until he found a way back 'home.'
With a swift movement, Khan had knocked the people down. He was halfway to the door when a solid weight knocked him to the ground, pain ricochetting through his skull as his head hit the ground. The bodily weight remained pressed to his back. Khan went to roll the person off, growling as his hands were roughly forced behind his back. “What is this?” he demanded. Finely-polished boots entered his field of vision. Khan tilted his head to the side so he could see up, scowling at Kirk's smug face.
“This is your new life, augment. You may not be from here, but my Khan disappeared when you appeared. Which means you get to take his place.”
Khan renewed his struggles as he felt cold metal being placed around his neck, as a second gray-suited person joined the first- Cary?- in restraining him. “How can they hold me down?” he demanded, even as the answer came to him.
“If you're anything like my Khan, then you should be able to figure that out on your own.” Kirk knelt down before him, a hand patting Khan's head. “I'm gonna enjoy training you.”
Khan growled, struggles amounting to nothing but a tighter grip on his wrists and knees digging into his lower back. Understanding what was going on only made things worse.
“Alright, Cary, Samuel. I can take it from here.”
When the weight left, Khan stayed down. If he could take Kirk by surprise, he might have a chance.
“Mr. Spock, you're acting captain for the rest of the day. I have a toy to break in.”
