Fic: Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck
Title: Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck
Author: louie x
Series: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Nero/Ayel, past Oren/Mandana, Nero/Ayel/Narada
Word Count: 2317
Rating: R
Summary: When the Narada was created in the 24th century, she was a fusion of Romulan and scavenged Borg technologies. Bonded to her Captain and First Officer on what began as a simple mining mission, her life unfolds like she could never have imagined.
Disclaimer: I own nothing~ I'm not Roddenberry, I'm not Abrams. Just tinkering with a few things here and there. SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE!
A/N: I found myself rather stuck on the space scenes of the new Star Trek movie because the ships didn't feel so over the top CGI. The Narada, was beautifully organic and absolutely breathtaking. Finding out she was a self-restoring/always growing (already six mile long) ship with integrated Borg tech made me love her even more.
When they're presented with a ship, this new hybrid ship, the one called Oren smiles at her with pride. She gleams all sharp and strange looking angles, she's unique and special.
Oren glances to his wife, who's stomach is only starting to swell with the unborn child within, and she grins back. He slides his arm around her waist, kissing her cheek and then bowing his head down to press a soft kiss to her belly. "She will be named the Narada," he tells them both proudly. "And even though it is not a dream to be a miner, it will provide well for you both. Which is all my heart and mind can think of."
Mandana strokes his hair and lifts him up for a proper kiss. "You're too good to us, husband of mine."
A week later, the ship is ready for departure after a final battery of tests was completed. The uniqueness of it is due to cannibalizing Borg technology put in place by the Tal Shiar, who spoke with confidence on there being no danger from what was a feared group. Oren and his second-in-command, Ayel, were both fitted with implants that would allow them to speak directly with the ship without having to utter a word. It also allowed the Narada to keep up to date with the two head officers on repairs and anything else that the crew might overlook by mere organic error.
Her voice was a soft whisper at the back of their minds. One that comforted them like the voice of a mother and held them safe within her as the Narada took her maiden voyage.
----
When Romulus is destroyed, Oren thinks only of his wife and child. As the dust that was once their planet sizzles in the burn of the supernova, a tidal wave of grief overcame the captain. Like a silent scream of denial, the lack of sound from the destruction of their home world drops Oren to his knees.
All eyes are on the monitors as every miner watches, then screams in grief.
The Narada weeps in her own way, heard only by Oren and Ayel, as she pulls herself away with emergency evasive maneuvers. Keeping free of the blast and her crew alive, these are her main concerns, and she assures with words as best she can that they will be safe.
In truth, she knows that sadness will consume them all. That her crew is just as dead as the rest of their world. Only when hair is shaven and ink is driven into skin again and again, does she know her crew has become ghosts.
Ayel holds the tool for Oren, drawing into his flesh the loss of his wife and child while the captain stares at a holo-image sent to him only a few solar days earlier. He comforts his captain as best he can, listening to her encouraging whispers just for the second-in-command to persist in his loyalties, and lays beside Oren as their tattoos heal.
It's not until they battle with the traitor meant to save their planet that she realizes she will not hear the spoken voice of her captain for some time. Ayel is lucky to have the transponder, he is chosen to be the voice of the scorned Captain. She changes the settings just enough to give her two charges the option to speak to one another upon the same wavelength that she communicates with them.
The Narada comes to hate the universe that would hurt her captain and his crew so much. She hates the Federation, who betrayed their people, as Oren believes. She hates the Vulcans, but most of all there is Spock; who truly failed them all.
Even though the battle is rough and the fall into the black hole feels like she's being ripped into countless pieces, to think that Spock fell as well brings the ship great pleasure. The feeling of time and space pushing and pulling against her threatens to buckle her hull and scatter her into dust.
But Oren is there. His body upon the command seat and Ayel is beside him. His hand resting on the back of the chair for stability to not get thrown around from the unknown turbulence they suffer. She thinks of these two as her sons and wills herself to stay intact, to mend the small wounds, until space stills around them. It's cold darkness is oddly reassuring and she scans around, systems being directed by Ayel's terse voice speaking on behalf of their captain.
The Narada feels a bubbling of laughter, a sound which catches the attention of both her sons, at the demure size of the Federation ship that greets them. It's no match for her and her crew, surely they will pay for their crimes against Romulus.
-----
Nero, no longer Oren, falls to his knees only once more in his life after the death of everything he held dear. He buckles under the pressure of the sound of his ship screaming so loudly in his head that green blood stains his nose and ears.
Ayel is not as strong as he is, try as he might, and has fallen unconscious from the strain beside a weapons console.
She screams as her body burns from the impact of the USS Kelvin. It was a desperate attack of a desperate man hoping to save some of his crew, obviously. Yet her injuries are vast, despite a ship they all knew was no real challenge for the Narada.
Ayel comes to twenty minutes later. His head aches and the scent of burning metals fills his nose. There are fires everywhere and he reaches out through his implant to try to sooth their ship's sounds. She weeps and yells, everything hurting her, until she goes frightening silent.
The Narada lists to one side as her crew hurries around the labyrinth of her insides to repair her. Ayel's hands are on the main console, urging his thoughts past panic and anger to focus on the schematics on the blinking screen before him. His bloodied captain steps up behind him, one hand on his shoulder and speaks directly into Ayel's mind.
We cannot lose her as well. She's all I have left.
-----
Her voice is different upon her return. She speaks with the soft lilt of Mandana's accent and favors Nero over Ayel. Though she still cares for her other son, he adapts to seek out Nero for attention instead of the large looming ship around them.
She turns her gaze away as hatred and anger becomes a strange passion between the two. They bite and tear into one another, leaving bruises and streaks of blood while using their connection through her to feel their pleasures more intensely.
The crew often wonders why when the two highest ranking officers are taking personal time to rest or eat, the ship's sensors will behave erratically.
Nero listens to her while he's inside of Ayel, tasting his blood on his tongue and feeling his muscles grip Nero's cock tight. Her voice is so much like his dead wife's own, it interferes in what is a simple physical release. He ends up treating Ayel more viciously to keep his focus on the body beneath him.
The second in command grins through blood stained teeth and knows she's jealous.
-----
She hates Klingons.
She hates how they stole away her Captain.
How they abused him and he is returned to her a deranged, damaged man. Scars line him that she didn't remember from the last time he graced her catwalks. Distance damaged their connection, her voice lost to his ears that when she spoke to him -joyous at his return with his loyal men at his side- he said nothing aloud, but shouted for her silence. To keep away from his mind with her noise.
Her sweet Oren.
Her deadly Nero.
Forty-seven Klingon Warbirds suffer her pain at feeling so lost from her captain. The debris they become flit against her sides, scratching here, or burning there, as they fly away from Rura Penthe. She tends to her own wounds, not as perfect as she once was before the fight with the Kelvin, but better than he has seen her in some time.
Ayel sleeps in the Captain's bed while Nero paces. He is looking to a monitor to see where they are as they fly warp six toward his specific destination. The mathematical formula he input earlier that night made little sense to her, but she would never disobey her captain.
He strokes the bulkhead beside the screen and closes blood shot eyes. She reaches out in an attempt to blanket his mind, expecting to be told off, but relieved when he relaxes against her.
Nero's second-in-command wakes to find his leader asleep on the floor, curled up as the ship softly hums against his bitten ear.
---
"Spock."
His first words since a revenge laden vow twenty-five years earlier.
No matter what she or Ayel thought to do, not that they would have dared to attempt, it was the appearance of the Vulcan that brought words past Nero's lips.
She feels better that she is not the only one who burns at the fact. Pushing aside their joined jealousies, the Narada and Ayel rise to their captain's demands without hesitation.
Nero laughs for the first time in years when the red-matter is safely within her cargo bay and Spock is marooned on a planet of ice. His head thrown back, it's a contagious sound which echoes within her. Louder and louder as his crew joins him in his mirth.
The planet Vulcan is not long for this universe. Nero and Ayel feel her excitement at the thought while her engines flare to warp to set them on course.
------
Her scars from the USS Kelvin remain.
It brings her great joy to shatter seven other ships just like it without much effort. The element of surprise working in their favor along with her endless supply of weapons. They're nothing but lumps, floating around Vulcan like a graveyard shield.
The planet burns beneath her, her voice a steady chant in the minds of her two officers as to the depth of the dig. Once, they would do this to save people. To find materials to power all sorts of creations of Romulus and other species in the universe. Now her drill is digging a hole to implant an evil so that the one called Spock, the one who took everything from her crew, would know a pain like theirs.
She and Ayel look to their captain for orders, for guidance. Even in his madness, their loyalty is unwavering. She doesn't question the change in her function from a mining ship into a world-destroyer. She acts and revels in the glory of Vulcan's remains sinking into nothingness as she goes to warp, heading for her next target.
The Narada finds the thought of future usage of the red-matter extremely pleasing.
Nero takes Ayel quickly and hard in his quarters. They barely remove any layers and most assuredly Ayel has been hurt by Nero's hands and cock. None the less he groans and her lights flicker within their room.
Deep within her, amidst a dark wet place where Nero keeps terrible things he's collected over the years, a man of the Federation waits for his hosts. She doesn't envy his future but is eager to watch.
------
She never considers being able to hate someone of her own free will. It is the only way she can possibly begin to describe the hatred that seethed through her sparking, aching systems, when Ayel falls in battle. He tumbles forward, a victim to the Federation Captain, and free falls within her depths.
As fast as she can, cables and conduits curl to catch him. It's not the softest of landings but her focus is on the unnerving silence that should be the steady attachment of life due to his implant. She calls for him again and again, receiving no answer, no spark of nerve activity in his brain. He doesn't breathe. He doesn't move.
She is overcome with pain and weeps.
Nero pauses in his run for the bridge as he becomes all aware of what occurred so far away. The combination of the silence and the shouts war with the need to get the red matter back.
It's no surprise to find Spock within the Jellyfish ship. Even young and innocent of his traitorous crimes, Nero cannot not hate the Vulcan's level gaze. He cannot not hate Spock for failing all of Romulus.
For bringing aboard Kirk, who had done away with his last friend, and sent his ship into uncontrollable grief. Her pain thumps loudly in his temples with every beat of his heart as he grits his teeth. But he has to focus, there is revenge to be had, the Federation can still be done away with.
The Narada doesn't scream when the Vulcan craft crashes into her.
She doesn't cry when the gravity becomes too much for her to fight against. Nero is less angry with death than he is with his own failures, spitting in the face of aid because any other action than death is dishonorable.
As her molecules being to burn and dissolve into space, she holds Ayel tighter and only then screams along with Nero's rage. In the end, she weeps for her own failure to not be forever with her Captain and his crew.
She dies alone, scattered, and then there is nothing more.
Author: louie x
Series: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Nero/Ayel, past Oren/Mandana, Nero/Ayel/Narada
Word Count: 2317
Rating: R
Summary: When the Narada was created in the 24th century, she was a fusion of Romulan and scavenged Borg technologies. Bonded to her Captain and First Officer on what began as a simple mining mission, her life unfolds like she could never have imagined.
Disclaimer: I own nothing~ I'm not Roddenberry, I'm not Abrams. Just tinkering with a few things here and there. SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE!
A/N: I found myself rather stuck on the space scenes of the new Star Trek movie because the ships didn't feel so over the top CGI. The Narada, was beautifully organic and absolutely breathtaking. Finding out she was a self-restoring/always growing (already six mile long) ship with integrated Borg tech made me love her even more.
When they're presented with a ship, this new hybrid ship, the one called Oren smiles at her with pride. She gleams all sharp and strange looking angles, she's unique and special.
Oren glances to his wife, who's stomach is only starting to swell with the unborn child within, and she grins back. He slides his arm around her waist, kissing her cheek and then bowing his head down to press a soft kiss to her belly. "She will be named the Narada," he tells them both proudly. "And even though it is not a dream to be a miner, it will provide well for you both. Which is all my heart and mind can think of."
Mandana strokes his hair and lifts him up for a proper kiss. "You're too good to us, husband of mine."
A week later, the ship is ready for departure after a final battery of tests was completed. The uniqueness of it is due to cannibalizing Borg technology put in place by the Tal Shiar, who spoke with confidence on there being no danger from what was a feared group. Oren and his second-in-command, Ayel, were both fitted with implants that would allow them to speak directly with the ship without having to utter a word. It also allowed the Narada to keep up to date with the two head officers on repairs and anything else that the crew might overlook by mere organic error.
Her voice was a soft whisper at the back of their minds. One that comforted them like the voice of a mother and held them safe within her as the Narada took her maiden voyage.
----
When Romulus is destroyed, Oren thinks only of his wife and child. As the dust that was once their planet sizzles in the burn of the supernova, a tidal wave of grief overcame the captain. Like a silent scream of denial, the lack of sound from the destruction of their home world drops Oren to his knees.
All eyes are on the monitors as every miner watches, then screams in grief.
The Narada weeps in her own way, heard only by Oren and Ayel, as she pulls herself away with emergency evasive maneuvers. Keeping free of the blast and her crew alive, these are her main concerns, and she assures with words as best she can that they will be safe.
In truth, she knows that sadness will consume them all. That her crew is just as dead as the rest of their world. Only when hair is shaven and ink is driven into skin again and again, does she know her crew has become ghosts.
Ayel holds the tool for Oren, drawing into his flesh the loss of his wife and child while the captain stares at a holo-image sent to him only a few solar days earlier. He comforts his captain as best he can, listening to her encouraging whispers just for the second-in-command to persist in his loyalties, and lays beside Oren as their tattoos heal.
It's not until they battle with the traitor meant to save their planet that she realizes she will not hear the spoken voice of her captain for some time. Ayel is lucky to have the transponder, he is chosen to be the voice of the scorned Captain. She changes the settings just enough to give her two charges the option to speak to one another upon the same wavelength that she communicates with them.
The Narada comes to hate the universe that would hurt her captain and his crew so much. She hates the Federation, who betrayed their people, as Oren believes. She hates the Vulcans, but most of all there is Spock; who truly failed them all.
Even though the battle is rough and the fall into the black hole feels like she's being ripped into countless pieces, to think that Spock fell as well brings the ship great pleasure. The feeling of time and space pushing and pulling against her threatens to buckle her hull and scatter her into dust.
But Oren is there. His body upon the command seat and Ayel is beside him. His hand resting on the back of the chair for stability to not get thrown around from the unknown turbulence they suffer. She thinks of these two as her sons and wills herself to stay intact, to mend the small wounds, until space stills around them. It's cold darkness is oddly reassuring and she scans around, systems being directed by Ayel's terse voice speaking on behalf of their captain.
The Narada feels a bubbling of laughter, a sound which catches the attention of both her sons, at the demure size of the Federation ship that greets them. It's no match for her and her crew, surely they will pay for their crimes against Romulus.
-----
Nero, no longer Oren, falls to his knees only once more in his life after the death of everything he held dear. He buckles under the pressure of the sound of his ship screaming so loudly in his head that green blood stains his nose and ears.
Ayel is not as strong as he is, try as he might, and has fallen unconscious from the strain beside a weapons console.
She screams as her body burns from the impact of the USS Kelvin. It was a desperate attack of a desperate man hoping to save some of his crew, obviously. Yet her injuries are vast, despite a ship they all knew was no real challenge for the Narada.
Ayel comes to twenty minutes later. His head aches and the scent of burning metals fills his nose. There are fires everywhere and he reaches out through his implant to try to sooth their ship's sounds. She weeps and yells, everything hurting her, until she goes frightening silent.
The Narada lists to one side as her crew hurries around the labyrinth of her insides to repair her. Ayel's hands are on the main console, urging his thoughts past panic and anger to focus on the schematics on the blinking screen before him. His bloodied captain steps up behind him, one hand on his shoulder and speaks directly into Ayel's mind.
We cannot lose her as well. She's all I have left.
-----
Her voice is different upon her return. She speaks with the soft lilt of Mandana's accent and favors Nero over Ayel. Though she still cares for her other son, he adapts to seek out Nero for attention instead of the large looming ship around them.
She turns her gaze away as hatred and anger becomes a strange passion between the two. They bite and tear into one another, leaving bruises and streaks of blood while using their connection through her to feel their pleasures more intensely.
The crew often wonders why when the two highest ranking officers are taking personal time to rest or eat, the ship's sensors will behave erratically.
Nero listens to her while he's inside of Ayel, tasting his blood on his tongue and feeling his muscles grip Nero's cock tight. Her voice is so much like his dead wife's own, it interferes in what is a simple physical release. He ends up treating Ayel more viciously to keep his focus on the body beneath him.
The second in command grins through blood stained teeth and knows she's jealous.
-----
She hates Klingons.
She hates how they stole away her Captain.
How they abused him and he is returned to her a deranged, damaged man. Scars line him that she didn't remember from the last time he graced her catwalks. Distance damaged their connection, her voice lost to his ears that when she spoke to him -joyous at his return with his loyal men at his side- he said nothing aloud, but shouted for her silence. To keep away from his mind with her noise.
Her sweet Oren.
Her deadly Nero.
Forty-seven Klingon Warbirds suffer her pain at feeling so lost from her captain. The debris they become flit against her sides, scratching here, or burning there, as they fly away from Rura Penthe. She tends to her own wounds, not as perfect as she once was before the fight with the Kelvin, but better than he has seen her in some time.
Ayel sleeps in the Captain's bed while Nero paces. He is looking to a monitor to see where they are as they fly warp six toward his specific destination. The mathematical formula he input earlier that night made little sense to her, but she would never disobey her captain.
He strokes the bulkhead beside the screen and closes blood shot eyes. She reaches out in an attempt to blanket his mind, expecting to be told off, but relieved when he relaxes against her.
Nero's second-in-command wakes to find his leader asleep on the floor, curled up as the ship softly hums against his bitten ear.
---
"Spock."
His first words since a revenge laden vow twenty-five years earlier.
No matter what she or Ayel thought to do, not that they would have dared to attempt, it was the appearance of the Vulcan that brought words past Nero's lips.
She feels better that she is not the only one who burns at the fact. Pushing aside their joined jealousies, the Narada and Ayel rise to their captain's demands without hesitation.
Nero laughs for the first time in years when the red-matter is safely within her cargo bay and Spock is marooned on a planet of ice. His head thrown back, it's a contagious sound which echoes within her. Louder and louder as his crew joins him in his mirth.
The planet Vulcan is not long for this universe. Nero and Ayel feel her excitement at the thought while her engines flare to warp to set them on course.
------
Her scars from the USS Kelvin remain.
It brings her great joy to shatter seven other ships just like it without much effort. The element of surprise working in their favor along with her endless supply of weapons. They're nothing but lumps, floating around Vulcan like a graveyard shield.
The planet burns beneath her, her voice a steady chant in the minds of her two officers as to the depth of the dig. Once, they would do this to save people. To find materials to power all sorts of creations of Romulus and other species in the universe. Now her drill is digging a hole to implant an evil so that the one called Spock, the one who took everything from her crew, would know a pain like theirs.
She and Ayel look to their captain for orders, for guidance. Even in his madness, their loyalty is unwavering. She doesn't question the change in her function from a mining ship into a world-destroyer. She acts and revels in the glory of Vulcan's remains sinking into nothingness as she goes to warp, heading for her next target.
The Narada finds the thought of future usage of the red-matter extremely pleasing.
Nero takes Ayel quickly and hard in his quarters. They barely remove any layers and most assuredly Ayel has been hurt by Nero's hands and cock. None the less he groans and her lights flicker within their room.
Deep within her, amidst a dark wet place where Nero keeps terrible things he's collected over the years, a man of the Federation waits for his hosts. She doesn't envy his future but is eager to watch.
------
She never considers being able to hate someone of her own free will. It is the only way she can possibly begin to describe the hatred that seethed through her sparking, aching systems, when Ayel falls in battle. He tumbles forward, a victim to the Federation Captain, and free falls within her depths.
As fast as she can, cables and conduits curl to catch him. It's not the softest of landings but her focus is on the unnerving silence that should be the steady attachment of life due to his implant. She calls for him again and again, receiving no answer, no spark of nerve activity in his brain. He doesn't breathe. He doesn't move.
She is overcome with pain and weeps.
Nero pauses in his run for the bridge as he becomes all aware of what occurred so far away. The combination of the silence and the shouts war with the need to get the red matter back.
It's no surprise to find Spock within the Jellyfish ship. Even young and innocent of his traitorous crimes, Nero cannot not hate the Vulcan's level gaze. He cannot not hate Spock for failing all of Romulus.
For bringing aboard Kirk, who had done away with his last friend, and sent his ship into uncontrollable grief. Her pain thumps loudly in his temples with every beat of his heart as he grits his teeth. But he has to focus, there is revenge to be had, the Federation can still be done away with.
The Narada doesn't scream when the Vulcan craft crashes into her.
She doesn't cry when the gravity becomes too much for her to fight against. Nero is less angry with death than he is with his own failures, spitting in the face of aid because any other action than death is dishonorable.
As her molecules being to burn and dissolve into space, she holds Ayel tighter and only then screams along with Nero's rage. In the end, she weeps for her own failure to not be forever with her Captain and his crew.
She dies alone, scattered, and then there is nothing more.