Hey everyone! So, my friend and I have a Star Trek AU that we've been building that is primarily set in the 2370's during the Dominion War, running fairly concurrently with the War of the same decade in the prime timeline, and I wanted to share a piece from it that I've been working on. A little background information on some of the characters: My character, Sovaan, is a Vulcan-Human hybrid, like Spock, but unlike Spock, Sovaan's Kolinahr ceremony, the Vulcan ritual of purging all emotion, was only partially successful, leaving Sovaan with the ability to suppress or access his emotions at will. My friend's character, working name Koval, is a Vulcan-Romulan hybrid who's Kolinahr ceremony was even less successful, leaving Koval's sanity somewhat damaged. Together, Sovaan and Koval serve as partner agents in Section 31, a top-secret, largely unsanctioned branch of Starfleet Intelligence, as well as commanders in Starfleet, with nearly impeccable service records and highly distinguished military and Security branch careers. Here is an excerpt from a WIP I'm working on. Hope you enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts!
Sovaan opened his eyes and gingerly lifted his head, wincing at an ache in the side of his forehead. He was draped across the front of the console, and there was a shatterpoint in its glass facing where his head had slammed into it. He leaned back, gasping in pain as other injuries revealed themselves. In the navigator’s seat to his right, Koval was doing the same thing, with added pain-induced curses peppering his groans.
“Wh-agh-what happened?” Koval groaned, pulling himself upright.
“Emergency landing,” Sovaan replied, now aware of the symphony of grunts and groans issuing from the tactical team in the cabin behind them. “We must have passed out on impact. Self-diagnosis?”
Koval carefully probed his torso and limbs.
“Bleeding nose...cracked bones in my left wrist...right ankle is - augh! - sprained...a few small cuts and scrapes...not too bad, I don’t think. What about you?”
“The most obvious is my head,” said Sovaan, “minor trauma from impact with the console. A couple of bruised ribs, too. And minor whiplash, to top it off.”
“Commander!” One of the tactical team members came forward. “Hoskins, Freeman, Fer’at, Jones, and Lenara are all dead.”
“Are you all right, Lieutenant? Who else is hurt?” asked Koval, pulling himself out his seat.
“I’m fine, sir, just a few scrapes. Hoffman’s leg is broken, Smith’s whole right arm shattered in the crash, and Broht broke three ribs. Shrassas’ wrist and forearm are pierced by shrapnel. Rogers and Sullivan are just cut and bruised, like me, sir. I think we were lucky to make it out of that crash alive, Commanders.”
“Most of us, at least,” muttered Ensign Hoffman, trying not to look at the dead bodies of his teammates.
Sovaan turned back to the console and opened a log channel.
“Unit commander’s log, supplemental: Shuttlecraft Aurelius ambushed and attacked by patrolling Jem’Hadar strike ship. Both vessels damaged in ensuing firefight. Aurelius, with failing life support, forced to retreat and make emergency landing...on Vulcan. Most of the shuttle’s sensors are down; I cannot tell for sure where on the planet we landed...but we need to find out soon...because we have only a little life support left, and temperatures inside the shuttlecraft are beginning to increase rapidly. Because our sensors are down, we have no idea where the Jem’Hadar vessel is. We have no way of knowing if we may survive...end of log.”