#volatileditz

[kneeltoyourking]

volatileditz stumbled into the shadows

((I have an OC that picked up hacking as a hobby in college - she never did try anything fancy on the CIA/FBI/SHIELD though - she didn't want to be noticed :p She likes to lie low.))

[augmentking-blog]

race against time;;

volatileditz

                                                 It was time.      He could feel it in his centuries-old frozen bones. The ice was cracking, the air was warming him; he could feel the soft caress as the hand of heat brushed against his face. Someone was awakening him, someone new, someone, he hoped, better. Khan rose, ascending from his dark sleep. His body refused to move, eyes refused to open, but he did not mind. The one who awakened him, whomever it may be, most likely saw a soft smile creep to his lips, though they had barely moved at all. It was the idea of one that graced Khan's sleep-kissed features. A smile, the grim satisfaction that perhaps the world had become better, and that they were awakening him so that he could take his rightful place as the ruler, as the shepherd to guide the herd of humanity.      Yes, the world was much better, he could feel it already. Many years into the future, he guessed as he rose into consciousness, with no Kirks and no Spocks, no Enterprises and no corrupt admirals. Starfleet likely existed, yes, but it would be an enhanced version of itself, Khan predicted, beautiful from every angle.      When he awoke completely, he found a careful face eying him with intrigue, curiosity. A man, dark in the hue of his skin, even darker in the eyes. Closely cropped hair, yes, very meticulous. Khan could see that this man was intelligent, could see it in his eyes, but the curiosity said it all:                       He had not been awoken with purpose.      A tour of the world had proved that humanity still had not grown to its full potential to understand what Khan did. If anything, it had diminished in his glory. Technology still had its grip on the world, Starfleet still carried on with the desire to explore, but he could practically smell the corruption in the air. He breathed it in like heavy smoke, choked on it, tried to spit out its foul taste with each harsh exhalation. When the man who had awoken him, whose name he had not bothered to remember, had led him to speak with the leader of 'humanity,' Khan was sorely disappointed.      The first chance he got, the awakened augment knew what he had to do. There was not much time; his crew still slumbered away and, while he ached to awaken them, he knew not of where they were. Locating them would take too much time and, judging by the animalistic of these humans (how primal! how terrible!) they were likely wary of him and knew of his past. They had hidden away his crew, he knew, probably on some other planet (he was on Earth; it smelled like Earth). He did not have the means nor the TIME to find them, no, not the time; time was a precious thing, and it was something he felt he lacked. It ticked away in his heart, his body, pressed him into motion. Khan could not explain the sensation, the feeling, but he heeded the warning of his instincts, for they rarely betrayed him. He was quick to locate what seemed to be a transportation device and, truthfully, he had done this a million times before, adjusted devices so as to meet his desires. Surely, this would be no different. Rigging the thing to take him back, back to fix the problem, though, that would take some time, something that he lacked sorely.                                              Several hours later, he was whisked away.      Originally, the intent had been to bring himself fully back to his beginning; he thought that if he could prevent the destruction of the project that had made him, the Chrysalis Project, then all would have gone as planned and Khan would have ruled the world as he should have. However, no matter how 'perfect' his engineering had been, his work, his estimation, was not as perfect as he had intended. No, he was not taken as far back as he should have been; the place he was taken to, it was eerily familiar, and it made his heart drop low into the pit of his stomach, disappointed.                                                 2259 in the common era.      He could tell by the technology, the hovercars, the clean air. The steel was cold, not dark like that of the future he had wanted no part of. The sky was bright blue, it beamed down at him happily, not filled with the smog of the future. Khan had undershot his target and had hit the ground before he was ready. In his hands, the transporter he had rigged smoked and sizzled, popped beneath his fingers. There would be no reusing the thing, useless! He tossed it to the ground, where it singed the grass beside the concrete path he had ended up on and, without anywhere else to go, he walked along the path quickly, pressed for TIME but unsure of why.      And then a thought came to him as he walked, a devious one, a plan that would for certain ensure Khan of his place to the throne of the world. A soft curve accented his lips as he pressed his pallid hands into the pockets of his jacket, walking with that brisk pace. Yes, it most certainly would work, he figured. Of course it would!      All he had to do was find himself, his past self. It would be easy, he knew. In this day in age, he was likely working for Admiral Marcus, still under that fictional name, John Harrison. It was likely that no one would mistake him for the terrorist he was during that dreadful day in San Fransisco, which had resulted in the demise of both his ship and his family. After all, Khan was the same as Harrison, and what were the odds of showing up on the day of the destruction of the U.S.S. Vengeance?Impossible, he thought smugly to himself, there was no chance.      At least, he had thought so as he walked along the path. It cut through a park, he realized after some time; trees lined the edges of the pristine white concrete and the grass was green. Shining ponds dotted the land here and there and, in the not-too-distant horizon, he could see the gleaming city, beautiful, but hated by the augment: San Francisco.      Khan walked without a care, knowing that if anyone recognized him, they would merely think of him as John Harrison and continue their day after sharing a brief greeting. He harboured in his heart no worry, none at all. Everything would be perfectly fine                                                 And then he saw her.

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