I am alone.

Words Unspoken//thefederation-hasfallen

It all happened in a blur, running as fast as their feet would carry them to the rendezvous point. She watched as he took charge, giving orders to the others and for a moment, it felt like old times again. Once they were alone in what appeared to be the shared room of the crew, she looked up at him with sad eyes. Taking in a deep breath, she began to type out a message onto her device again, handing to him.

[ I don’t remember much of when they took over the Enterprise. I just remember excruciating pain. I woke up in one of their bases, tied down to a bed. I just started to scream, in every language I knew, trying to get help. I guess I was too loud for them - they came and knocked me out. When I came to, the bulk of my tongue had been cut out of my mouth. ]

She opened her mouth wide, allowing him to see the damage they had caused her. She could no longer hide her tears, as they slid down her cheeks. She shut her mouth again, and looked away in shame.

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Spock read quickly, frowning as he looked at her. Upon seeing her tears he pulled her close and shut his eyes.

"I am so sorry Nyota. We will get you back to the base. Things have gotten much worse since we last saw each other. The Kinzsar have taken over much more then earth. The federation is no more." he explained, sitting on one of the beds and patting the spot next to him. "As far as I know we are the only remaining members of the Enterprise."

I don't wanna leave this blog~ Come plot with me~

korydwen

theblueboxonbakerstreet

#omg #what wait okay because au where jim and spock get stuck on earth #and spock has to grow his hair out human-style #and jim forces him to wear humourous t-shirts #(because they did save the earth. twice even.) #and jim sees him ruffling his hair and wearing the shirt one morning #and says ‘looking good’ (via thylaa)

go sit in the corner and think about what you have just done

fuckyeahspirk-deactivated201812

Holy shit. This is to much Spirk for my little fangirl heart to take.

Words Unspoken//thefederation-hasfallen

Spock and his crew had just finished raiding this Kinzsarnian base and they were checking for any survivors, anyone they could take back to the rebellion. He had stepped out of cover, pulling down the bandanna that his half of his face to be able to get a good breath of air.

He shouted something into the distance, and unintelligible shot being returned but he still seemed to understand it. The half-Vulcan still had a phaser rifle in his hands and when the rock hit him he dropped it, his eyes widening as he turned, he faltered slightly but did not drop his aim.

He walked over, eyes narrowing…”Nyota? but that is impossible.”

Raising her hand to her mouth, she was still in awe over the revelation. She nodded at her name, and she couldn’t stop the tears from welling in her eyes. She stepped closer to him, and smiled. The motion felt so foreign on her face - there hadn’t been much to smile for in the times they lived in, but still it sat on her lips. She opened her mouth as if to say something before she caught herself and closed her lips once more.

Pulling a device out, she began rapidly typing in order to communicate.

[Yes, Spock. It’s me, Nyota. I thought you had died, how fortuitous that we both made it out somehow. Where have you been? How have your survived? More importantly, do you have a safe place we can go to?]

As she stepped closer Spock lowered his weapon, a hand reaching out to cup her face, tears welling up in his eyes as well, but he dare not let them fall. He clenched his jaw, confused as to why she didn't speak. 'something must be wrong' he thought to himself.

Upon reading her message he nodded, pulling out a small whistle from his pocket and blowing it, the sound that came out was very distinct, like no whistle she had head before. He returned the small silver device to his pocket and grabbed her wrist, running with her to the north.

As they ran they were joined by three others, a Klingon who was carrying a rather beat up human and another Vulcan. They darted into the forest before coming upon a small ship. "Take Mr.Gerald to the medical and get him patched up." the Klingon nodded at the order and ran off. "Get out of here." he said to the Vulcan before pulling Nyota away, heading to small shared quarters the ship was equipped with.

"What happened?"

10. Biggest turn on(s)

Ooo! Longer hair (about shoulder length.) Funny, smart. Great teeth. Slightly shy. Glasses. Ear licking/biting (don't even get me started jfc) watching someone be really into something (reading, cleaning, dancing). Noises (moaning ashajaksk) those small smiles people give you when you make eye contact with them when you're fooling around. Noises. Ear bitting. (Worth mentioning twice). When they arch their back and you know you're doing good. Just pleasing others in general.

17. A fact about my life

Ummm............Hm.............My dad passed away when I was 11

1. The meaning behind my URL 2. A picture of me 3. Why I love my bestfriend 4. Last time I cried and why 5. Piercings I have 6. Favorite Band 7. Biggest turn off(s) 8. Top 5 (insert subject) 9. Tattoos I want 10. Biggest turn on(s) 11. Age 12. Ideas of a perfect date 13. Life goal(s) 14. Piercings I want 15. Relationship status 16. Favorite movie 17. A fact about my life 18. Phobia 19. Middle name 20. Anything you want to ask

berksome

a happy couple might’ve got married today

someone might’ve kissed his best friend and realized they was gay today

someone might’ve found out they were officially cancer free today

someone might’ve finally finished their debut novel today

lots of interesting things might’ve happening today

we should celebrate

"Good." Spock pulled him into the small bathroom and let his hand slip from his in order to turn the water on.

Jim stepped back, making sure he made the water hot and then stripped off his clothes, tossing them aside and waited for the tub to fill.

Spock had to remind himself that Jim could not withstand that same hot temperatures as him when filling the tub. After making sure they both could enjoy it he stepped back, carefully removing his clothing, making sure he turned to face Jim so he wouldn't have to look at his scars.

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if u have been following me for over five minutes let me just take the time to say

thank u

i love u

i’m so sorry

"That sounds…pleasant…would you join me? a positive about the rebellion is there are no more sonics. We only have running water."

"I will join you" he says with a smile and reaches down to take his hand. "I’m a sucker for a good bath, I have to admit"

"Good." Spock pulled him into the small bathroom and let his hand slip from his in order to turn the water on.

hello everyone.

"Hello Jim"

"Hey there, gorgeous. How are you?"

"Mentally I am fine, My body is slightly sore from the last raid. It is nothing I will not survive."

"You need to take it easy" Jim said frowning. "You should take a bath"

"That sounds...pleasant...would you join me? a positive about the rebellion is there are no more sonics. We only have running water."

naughtyjimkirk

IT'S THREE HOURS UNTIL MIDNIGHT AND I'VE HIT POST LIMIT AND I AM LITERALLY HAVING A PANIC ATTACK! PEOPLE LISTEN TO YOU PLEASE TELL THEM! D:

((shhh baby breathe it’s going to be okay. I did this the other night, I hit post limit at like 7 pm

GUYS NAUGHTYSPOCK IS ON POST LIMIT, PASS IT AROUND))

Words Unspoken//thefederation-hasfallen

Serpentine. Weave and duck. Just make it to the next bit of cover - watch for movement, make sure you attention doesn’t stay focused on one spot for too long. Never stay still. Is that one of them? Duck. Peek. All clear, keep moving.

Thoughts rushed through Uhura’s head as she made her way through the ruins of the once bustling town, hustling to make it out - preferably alive. She had a phaser tucked in a holster, and her hand floated not too far away from it as she snuck by open areas, favoring the maze of tangled metal and fallen buildings around her.

Hearing a noise in the clearing she slowed down, peeking out to look. A figure stood, yet it didn’t look like one of them. She held back, keeping an eye on the figure - was it friendly? She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out. Her eyes flickered from the person to the path she was following, trying to calculate if she could make it across safely, when she glanced at them again. Squinting, she could swear it was him, but once he turned and she saw his profile, she was sure.

Spock. He was alive, and he was right there. She wanted to call out, to shout, to cry. She looked around for some way of announcing her presence. Pulling out a small rock, she tossed it, and promptly missed. She threw one more, looking around to be sure she wasn’t going to alert anyone else to their presence, and it hit him on the upper arm - and so she stood out for him to see, and hopefully recognize.