Author's Note: This is the over 70,000 word story. The characters are Chekov, Spock/Uhura and Dr. McCoy. This story is not for the faint of heart and is quite intense. There will be a substantial amount of violence, gore, and just general intenseness. You have been warned. I hope you like this sneak peak!

p.s before reading this story you should probably check out my other two stories: worst memories (part 1) and New beginning (decision points part 1). References and events from both these series are referenced in this story.

Warning: this story has references to child abuse and descriptions, suicide, several characters deaths, swearing and violence. Also there is mental violation in later chapters, and the character is unsure just how far it has gone (in other words whether it was physical also.) These elements are not glorified in any way but are crucial to the plot.

Disclaimer: I don't own star trek, If I did there would be a star trek tv show on air now, and the new movie would already be out! Also I wouldn't be here writing fanfic now, would I?

Past, Present...Parallel

Prologue

75 years [ago]

"The star is expected to supernova earlier than previously theorized, in approximately five hours, we will be able to collect the first readings." The woman finished her recording and stood up; she glanced backwards, feeling the familiar flicker in her mind as her husband approached. She wasn't quite smiling-she was much too reserved for that, but her face held the gentle quiet look that she kept for him. "Are the children asleep?"

"The last one fell asleep six minutes ago" her husband said, unlike her his face held the hint of a smile.

"The star is very close to collapsing, I moved the ship to a distance beyond its blast radius. We should be able to collect preliminary readings before they awake."

The man looked at her. His face did have a small smile now;. "Sometimes you are entirely too focused, Talar". Rather than take offense at his words, she looked at him and said "Sinar, surely you are curious to see what effect the simultaneous collapse of a dual star system will have on the surrounding subspace as I am."

"While I am also curious, I do not believe anybody could be more interested than you," Sinar said, moving to the seat next to her and beginning to monitor the readings.

They sat like that for several minutes in companionable silence, each intent on their own work. Abruptly Talar turned toward him her voice was curious. "I'm picking up readings that indicate a vessel, but there doesn't appear to be a vessel"

Her husband leaned toward her console and glanced at the figures then, entered something at his own station.

"The readings are—" the rest of his words were cut off as they both saw a ship on the view screen seemingly appear out of nowhere. "Fascinating" Sinar said as his fingers raced across his console.

The ship hailed them; the Vulcans opened a channel. All that appeared was a message demanding that they lower their shields and prepared to be boarded, or they would be boarded forcibly. The two Vulcans quickly assessed the situation: the ship in front of them was of an unknown origin, the scans of the ship indicated that they had more than enough fire power to destroy the Vulcan's small science vessel, and by the nature of their message it was obvious that they didn't have any good intentions. The Vulcan's science ship on the other hand, had a fair amount of shielding that allowed it to stand up to a myriad of space anomalies, but the weapon capability of the ship was almost negligible compared to the unknown vessel's weapons, the only thing that both ships possessed at an equal level was speed. The Vulcans decided to flee. Sinar's fingers skimmed over the console, as he plotted a course near to where the two stars were about to go nova. The sensors readings for both ships would be distorted by the energy output from the stars, and they would have a better chance of getting lost in the nebula that was near the stars.

.the unknown vessel fired on them, almost like it it's crew knew the Vulcans plan "shields at 80%" Talar said holding onto her console to avoid being thrown out of her seat, as the ship rocked again.

2 minutes later there shields were, gone. The unknown vessel stopped firing; its presence loomed on the view screen like a bird that had sighted its prey. A siren rang out, Talar glanced at the screen. There was a hull breach, near the living quarters. Talar and Sinar both moved across the decks at a run as they left the small bridge. They still had time to get the children and escape in a shuttle,. If the ship was pirates they would quite possibly leave the shuttle alone and focus on looting the ship, though they would find little to satisfy themselves.

They found their children in the corridor outside the quarters, in the distance they could hear the hiss as atmosphere escaped before it stopped abruptly, and the ship automatically sealed the area off, their small son held the hand of his sister, both toddlers faces showed the fear that they were to young to have learned how to control. "We have to evacuate, the—"the rest of Talar's words were cut out by the whine of a transporter beam, shapes materialized before them. Both Vulcans stared at the shapes that had coalesced before them. There were 4 people standing around them weapons pointed at them. The people looked like Vulcans their faces were the same faint green, their ears came to points. The only thing marring the image was the look of cruel delight on the face of one of the newcomers who stood before them.

The newly arrived man glanced at a woman standing behind him "take the children". The woman moved forward and snatched the children roughly; She dragged them along as she walked away. Talar lunged forward as her daughter started to cry and found herself held back by her husband. "Quiet, Talar" Sinar said softly to her. He turned to look at the man, a clear look of anger on his face "what do you want with us?"

The man looked at him "with you nothing, it is your kids we want, we have plans for them"

"You will not do anything to them" Sinar said his voice rising angrily. Talar's control finally broke and tears escaped her eyes.

"Do not worry they will be taken care of, If I was you. I would worry about myself" The man said smiling lazily at them. He glanced behind him. The children were out of sight. He gestured to the people standing behind the Vulcans, and before Sinar or his wife could move, they had been grabbed and pulled away from each other; they were forced down to their knees. A man came up in the distance, he also looked like a Vulcan, he glanced at them, then at the man who was the leader and said "it's done; I activated the self-destruct the timer was set for a 5-minute count down."

"It's time to leave" the man said as he raised his weapon.

"Who are you, why are you doing this? No true Vulcan would do this. " Sinar asked as he struggled to get to his feet.

The man looked at him, and smiled. " I grow tired of this pointless discourse, but since I would hate for you to die with thinking ill of your noble race...I'm not Vulcan," with that last comment the man raised his weapon and fired. Sinar fell to the deck his eyes wide, staring, lifeless. Talar screamed both at the sight of her dead husband and the pain she felt. It was like her body had been ripped in two. Her mind was seared with agony. Now, she knew why many Vulcans died when the person they were bonded to died. She was barely aware of her surroundings and was only aware that she was dying when she felt a pain, and felt herself fall to the deck, the last thing she saw before her eyes closed and her body released its life was the man's cruel face. She knew what he was now, a Ro-. The thought ended as she gasped and her eyes closed

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2 months after the Narada incident.

" This is one of the greatest opportunities that the empire will ever see" The sub commander said looking at the council arrayed before him, " are we really going to sit around like cowardly old fools and let this chance go to waste" the man said slamming his fist down on the table. The commander regarded his irate subordinate with a cool countenance

"Karaj, just because we do not jump on every opportunity, like an animal in heat it doesn't mean that we are cowardly old fools" the man said his voice silky as he watched his subordinate's face colour at the insult. "Fierceness, boldness are all to be valued but oftentimes subtlety, information, and cautiousness all have there place in war."

The commander noticed that most of the council was uneasy at his words, the fierceness of their Romulan heritage making them cry out for blood. The commander could see that most of them were on Karaj's side, and he felt a twinge of fury that he couldn't kill the sub-commander outright. The sub-commanders family was too highly placed; they had the Praetor's ear and were one of the favourites, well, as much as anybody could be a favourite of the labile ruler. Smoothing his face so that none of his emotions showed, while still fingering the knife at his belt, The commander sought to bring them over to his side with something that he did best, talking. The commander wasn't that highly placed in the empire thru his military skill or the few scant connections that he had managed to cultivate before entering the military. Instead his status was directly related to his ability to turn people to his point of view through his carefully placed insinuations and skilful parlance. And as many who came against him in the past years had found out, a carefully placed word could mean all the difference between life and death.

Enjoying the challenge of turning the council to his ideas, the commander began to detail his plan, all the while carefully seeding little remainders of Karaj's failed schemes and plans throughout. By the time he finished the council was seriously considering the commander's proposition and Karaj's face had gone a notable shade of green, his eyes filled with fury. The commander sat back with satisfaction, as the council debated among themselves about the feasibility of his plan, a smug hint of a smile crossed the commander's face as he watched Karaj's face. Let that be a lesson to the sub- commander, you could not go up against Commander Radak and win. Commander Radak turned away from his seething subordinate, as one of the council turned back to him, " your plan out of all, that we have heard today, is one of the least forward and impressive" the old women said her face her face impassive. Radak felt a flash of irritation at the council .were they really such old fools that they went for the most superficially impressive plans, and lacked the appreciation for subtlety and deceit?

"But" the woman continued "the Romulan Empire did not become great thru brashness and blind impulsivity, we know the value of careful preparation and subtle manoeuvres"

The commander inwardly was amused with the women's words. Romulans were one of the most impulsive races in the galaxy and that was one of the reasons that the federation and even the almost but not quite equally impulsive Klingons were greater than them in terms of power.

" The council has voted and with the Praetor's approval Commander Radak's plan shall be implemented" in his mind Commander Radak breathed a sigh of relief, finally he would have a chance for greatness, finally the Romulan empire could become the force it was meant to be. The Romulans would use all of the things that there Vulcan brothers had foregone, in pursuit of their misguided logic, to undermine one of the very institutions that Vulcans had helped build. The council woman's next words echoed his sentiments so perfectly that Radak almost wondered whether she was one of the Vulcan transplants and had used telepathy.

"The federation shall fall, and all of the galaxy shall kneel at our feet."

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1 month later

"T'Kas, you, your brother and all the children like you were raised for a purpose" The man said. Looking at his daughter who stood before him, her waist length black hair neatly crowned on her head, the tunic she wore accentuating her pale greenish skin, her eyes that were so much like her mother's.

"Yes, Father" girl said somewhat sullenly.

"It is normal to question some things, but you must not allow your questions to let you be led astray" he said firmly

"Do you know the story of how we came here?" the man asked his daughter.

The girl nodded.

"I will tell you again anyway, our ancestors left their home planet because they were not allowed to have freedom and were treated as outcasts for their ideals" The man continued his gaze fixed on his daughter "our ancestors believed that we were meant to be the greatest civilization in the galaxy that others should bow down before us and so they left to start a new civilization one that would allow us to expand to our full potential, and not make us weak slaves to reason."

"we found this planet, and settled but in a few days we were nearly destroyed when the anomaly came and we were transported light-years across the galaxy, we thought that all was lost, but the empire that came was beneficent they helped us and we found out that we were brothers, and while they helped us we were able to help them, we found out that there goals were ours, and together we formulated a plan for conquest"

The man continued "and so you T'Kas and all your generation is the product of this plan, and you will usher in a time of greatness that shall last an eternity for our people."

T'Kas looked at her father his face was filled with elation at the thought of his words coming to pass; his speech had almost made her feel that he was right. He was a charismatic speaker. She could see how he had become the head regent of the planet.

"But father didn't they kill some of our ancestors that didn't agree with them, when they rescued us, isn't there some evil in these actions"

"T'Kas your mother was one of them, was she evil? You are half of them, are you evil?" The man looked at his daughter, his face frowned "T'Kas you must rid yourself of doubts this plan is for the best of all of us and the rest of the galaxy, we must take our rightful place as rulers"

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