So exciting! The launch of my Khan story, as promised. This was super fun to write, in a dark and twisted sense. Of course the story is still in Beta mode as I update so please bare with me if I take like a week off to write up new chapters. Anyway, have fun! Hope you guys enjoy it :)

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SSC

"Laws are made not to be broken.
They are made to curb our savagery."
― Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity

Khan had a strikingly known portfolio of a chastised ruler. He could see the cautious way the guards watched him from outside his glass confinement. They have all been informed of who he is and what he is capable of.

Yet the Admiral had the audacity to threaten him with death and danger to his sleeping comrades.

Khan hated that he was brought out of his cryo-sleep for the attempt of a simpleton, trying to bend him to his will. Khan knew his laconic state irritated the harsh featured Admiral.

Khan will never bend.

Not to such an inferior ignorant being.

He averted his clear eyes to the cuffs around his strong able wrists. Methods of restraining prisoners had changed considerable since his time. The device around his wrists had no chains. It was made of a simple sleek metal of some form. A ten inch long, bar of steel kept the hoops around his wrists bridged together.

There were tiny sensors of some kind, underside the cuffs. He discovered they emitted a painful burst of electricity each time he misbehaved in the Admiral's eyes. The fact that he was so idle towards the form of torture further antagonized the Admiral.

Khan sat patiently awaiting the next form of manipulation the feeble minded leader of Starfleet could conduct.

The glass doors opened with a sharp burst of air. He raised his head in acknowledgement as the Admiral strolled in. Standing beside him were two muscle massed, colossal soldiers for his protection.

The two hulks in navy blue Starfleet uniform hauled Khan up to his feet. The former leader of the Augments did not appreciate the man handling.

They escorted his restrained form through winding corridors. Khan glanced up at the fluorescent lights and then to the back of the Admiral's thinning head of hair. He couldn't shake the forlorn feeling that was beginning to build at the base of his stomach. Markus was up to something sinister.

He was taken into a narrow room. There were no chairs. The most prominent feature in the space was the wide, reflective glass that took up most of the left wall. He was forced to face it.

He took in his reflection, standing between the two large broad men. He was still in the black ash coloured suit he was in during the induced sleep. He had refused to change into the Starfleet assignment attire they had provided him.

He knew what it would mean. The Admiral needed him, needed his services. He didn't care for the reason, all he knew what that he was refused to support.

That was until the reflective surface light up from within. The luminosity revealed a room behind the glass. Within in the space, on a lone chair in the center, sat the one person he was not expecting to see.

The same head of tousled, tight, copper curls. Her frizzy hair framed a round face with a pair of bright chartreuse eyes. They were darting about the room, wide and frantically. Khan hungrily took in the sight of her. She was restrained to a chair. The cuffs were part of the arm rests and at each urgent pull she made, the metal seat rattled.

Suddenly she looked right at him, through the glass. Khan stilled under the intrusion of her wrathful stare. It took him a moment of startled surprise to realize her stare wasn't focused. She couldn't actually see him. The reflective glass only allowed visual access to one side, his side.

She snarled and bared her teeth, revealing her sharp canines. The bronze skin of her face wrinkled around her mouth and up the bridge of her nose. A sign of her feline ancestry.

"She was among your crew, strange." The Admiral mused. His voice had taken on a smug tone. "Never thought you'd be the Caitian enthusiast, but considering she was the only one of her kind among your crew, she must be special."

Khan straightened his posture. He feared he must have revealed some frightful recognition on his face to have elicited such confidence in the Admiral Markus.

Khan knew what was to come. It was Markus's last straw. He was going to torture her right in front of Khan to rest his resolve and gain his compliance.

It was text book act.

His gaze was steady on her struggling form. His eyes darted over the darkening bruise on the left side of her face.

He awaited Markus's threats.

Markus produced a square device the size of his palm. It supported a blue button. He pressed down on the switch and the confined room was consumed in flames.

The amber fire swallowed up her writing form, right before his eyes. Khan could only stare in wide eyed disbelief. His heart thundering within his rib cage as her blood curdling screams echoed in his ears.