Hey guys! SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG...I notice that this one isn't exceptionally long chapter. But I had a really hard time writing this chappy; writers block. My Husband wrote at least half of it. In fact there are a few parts where he pretty much took over; Like Spock parts 3 (I married a science officer 3 squeee)

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Stardate 2060

Unknown Planet

Class M

Nyota fell rapidly towards the black planet below her, deploying her chute. She watched as her escape pod careened off course before slamming into a mountain ahead of her, exploding. The orange fireball from the exploding fuel cells lit up the otherwise dark planet. Approaching quickly beneath her was a thick forest of alien plants. Bracing herself for impact as the light of the fireball faded.

She crashed into the thick canopy, bouncing off of branches in the fall. While passing through the canopy, she caught glimpses of faint lights far below. Her chute tangled itself onto a branch, jerking her violently upward. Nyota hung 50 feet above the floor of the soft blue glow of the forest floor. Nearly every planet was emitting its own light, it wasn't a lot of light, but it reminded her of a moonlit night in Kenya.

Struggling with her parachute she pulled harder trying to get it free. Giving up, she pressed the retract button on her suit, causing her to rocket up towards the stuck mechanism. Halfway there, a large cracking sound nearly halted the process and began to slow in her ascent. When she heard the soft click of the latch of the parachute pack locking shut, she knew the branch had broken. The glowing plants began rushing towards her as if she attained warp-speed. Most of the trees didn't have any major branches down beneath the canopy so there would be nothing to tangle her chute on.

Nyota pressed the parachute button over and over in a panic as she plummeted towards the ground. Something was jammed inside the pack and it refused to open. Luck was on her side; the forest floor was soft and her fall cushioned by a thick layer of alien plants.

Lying there, catching her breath, recovering from the adrenaline pumping hard and furiously. The impact had knocked the wind out of her so she was gasping and trying to breathe.

With a grunt of pain, Nyota pushed herself up. "This is gonna suck in the morning…" She could feel were the bruises would form, but wanted to make sure nothing was broken. Aside from a few cuts beneath newly torn pieces of the suit, everything seemed in good order. Nyota looked around, getting her bearing and knew she would need to find food and shelter if survival would pan-out; but with how dark it was, this was going to be some kind of hell.

In the corner of her memory, she remembered seeing a strip of cleared forest during the explosion, possibly indicating a river of some kind. She picked a direction that seemed most likely to lead her toward the clearing and began walking. After traveling about a quarter mile the first distinctive sound she heard was the plants rustle a few feet in front of her. To singular to be the wind; Nyota stopped in her tracks and looked around, slowly drawing the Vulcan phaser she managed to steal from the Romulans.

"Is anything out there?" She called, pointing the phaser meant for much larger hands, ahead of her. No answer. With caution she took a few steps forward and heard the rustle of the plants again, this time mixed with what sounded like slopping water. And this relieved her, in major hopes to find water. Rushing towards the sound, as it seemingly disappeared to her disappointment after pushing forward a few feet.

In a massive rupturing sound, a black, dark figure rose from the forest floor directly in front of her taking on a humanoid shape, emitting the sounds of a bubbling swamp as it did. The pale blue glow of the plant life bounced off its liquid, sludge like body. It reached towards her and quickly fired her phaser, the projectile did absolutely nothing; the blast had passed straight through its body, leaving a hole that quickly sealed itself off.

"Shit", Nyota cursed and ran away. She knew the creature was following her as soon as she heard what sounded like someone running through a swamp behind her; its alien footsteps sloshing on the ground. She glanced behind her, the creature was rushing towards her, resembling what could only be described as waves crashing on a beach, mixed with the sounds of someone skating on thick ice. "This just isn't my day."

Running for her life through the dense jungle around her. Narrowly avoiding the thick trunks of the unfamiliar trees around her. Something had caught her leg as she ran, and tripped; slamming into the trunk of a tree with a loud crack. Disoriented, she rolled over and in the light of the forest she noticed a small crack forming on the helmet of her suit. More importantly the creature was upon her, reaching towards her with black, slimy appendages. In a frantic haste, she fumbled for her phaser and desperately began firing.

The creature grabbed her leg and pulled Nyota closer towards it. Making her drop her weapon while she clawed and kicked, trying to get away. Its grip was iron tight for something so gelatinous; fluid. When she was close enough, the alien surged forward, enveloping her in its thick black abyss of a body. She disappeared into the blackness of the creature, one lone cry of fear echoing through the forest.

Klingon Warbird

Brig

Kirk was surprised the Klingon War-Bird even had a brig. Most of them didn't, but this seemed to be a general's ship. His cell was very Spartan; it didn't seem furnished enough to hold prisoners for very long. Outside of his cell, across the room stood a small metal table and a rack containing numerous torture devices. Stepping back from the bars of his cage, he knew his life would become a living hell before the Klingon's ended it if he didn't get out.

Well shit, how the hell did Spock act so cool inside that volcano? Kirk thought to himself. He glanced around, making sure there were no Klingon's in the room before trying to make his escape. The bars rattled as he shook them, but managed to hold.

"You're never going to get out of here like that you know." A sweet tinged voice said in a heavy accent behind him.

Kirk jumped at the sound, he hadn't noticed the other prisoner. "And here I thought I was special. I didn't think Klingon's took prisoners." He said turning around.

Watching him from the corner of a cell was a petit, roguish woman. She was a pale blue, similar to an Andorian, but had long tendrils in place of antennae. She was looking him up and down, almost sensually. "Not off of surrendered or destroyed ships. Lets just say, I'm a straggler." She stood, presenting herself fully, "I'm Alice, nice to meet you."

Kirk looked at her more confused than he was. He hadn't expected her to have a human name.

She laughed, "My dad was an ambassador on Earth before I was born. He liked the name."

"Well, Alice, its nice to meet you too. I'm Kirk, Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise." He said, failing to hide his interest in her lithe form. He turned back to the door of their cage, giving her a last lingering glance. "Now to get us out of here," he said in a cockish tone in his voice.

Alice's small hand pushed him back, after watching his failed attempts to unlock the door. "Here, let me. I love escaping from Klingon ships." With a skilled and dexterous hand, Alice reached through the bars and entered a code into the control pad. Kirk was bewildered and intrigued when he heard the audible click of the gate unlocking, and with a light push the door swung open.

Alice turned back to Kirk with her hand on her hip and gave him a wink. "Lets go grab us an evacu pod and get to the next planet; I'm starving." She turned and rushed to the end of the brig to the door. Kirk followed behind watching her the entire way.

The hall was empty as they ran down it when Alice came to a halt at a bend in the corridor. She motioned for Kirk to do the same. Four large Klingon guards came around the corner in full battle armor. Before they knew what hit them, Alice had one disarmed and on the ground. Kirk rushed forward as the other three reacted. He wrestled with the nearest Klingon for his blaster, knocking him back into his comrades as Alice slid the small side arm phaser her prey had out of its holster, stunning him and one of the Klingon's still standing. With the stolen gun, Kirk fired two shots, taking out the remaining guards.

Heavy footsteps were coming their way from behind them. They took off back down the hall. "This way," Alice whispered. She fired the stolen phaser at an air duct, blowing it off the wall. Kirk followed her down the chute as loud roars echoed down the halls of the ship.

Kirk was admiring the view when an idea came to him. "Alice, on a Kling on ship of this size, there are usually only 19 men aboard, correct?"

"Yea, but why is that relevant?" She replied, glancing back at him.

"I've been meaning to bring back some souvenirs from my missions. I'm thinking something the Klingon's would never rightfully give for this one."

Alice turned to face him at a intersection in the duct. Her red eyes were filled with a playful fire and she gave him a wry smile. "Alright, let's do this… Captain. Follow me."

They continued down a new path in the ducts towards the bridge. Kirk was beginning to like this girl.

USS Enterprise

Bridge

"Captain, we've made contact with New Wulcan. Putting it on main wiewer now." Chekov said in his Russian accent.

On the screen was Spock prime from the alternate reality. He seemed solemn and distressed, but raised his hand in salute.

"I am going to make this brief Mr. Spock. How did the Romulans receive classified Vulcan Starfleet codes?"

"We are currently tracking the person responsible. It appears that the goal of the Romulans was to kill you, Mr. Spock." Spock prime responded.

Spock raised an eyebrow and stared at the screen blankly. "Kidnapping Uhura does not further their cause. It is illogical."

"Indeed. Is she well Captain?"

"Through the sights of our bond, I know that she is not gone." Spock answered, digging deep within himself for the answers; answers he didn't have. It was unacceptable.

"I implore you Mr. Spock. I need your assistance in obtaining this V'tosh Ka'tur". They are the ones responsible for this." Spock prime raised his hand in Vulcan salute. "Peace and long life, Mr. Spock."

"Peace and long life, Mr. Spock." Spock returned the gesture and the communication ended. So it was an inside job that went awry, and now the Romulans had dangerous information.

"Mr. Sulu, you have the con. I am going to attempt to hack into the Starfleet base functions and create a new system and shield manifest."

Chekov looked at him incredulously. "Are you mad keptin? No one has ever been able to hack into Starfleet's system."

"You are correct Mr. Chekov, but I sincerely doubt a Vulcan has tried." Spock returned to his console and sat down. His first attempts to connect into the shield array failed, as expected. The Romulans had uploaded a virus that was preventing normal access to the system. "Mr. Chekov, it appears that a virus has been uploaded to the defense system that is preventing any attempt to connect. When I give the signal, I need you to overload the system with commands and force a temporary reboot."

"Aye sir." Chekov replied nervously.

The security encryption was impossible to break using a brute force approach, however there was a back door through the secure network that the Admirals used. Spock had assisted with the design of the system during his tenure at the academy and knew that the network used an adaptive, 256-quantum byte encryption algorithm of his own design. However, if he encoded a subroutine into an emergency transmission sent by an admiral, he would be able to make contact with the shield array.

"Mr. Sulu, please contact the nearest admiral. Inform them of my plan to reclaim the shield array, and that I need them to send an emergency command to the shield array."

"Yes sir!"

The message was sent, encoded with Spock's program. "Now Mr. Checkov." The program created a direct link to the Enterprise, however Spock needed the array to reset so that his program could take full effect. Within seconds, Chekov had bombarded the defense system with commands, causing its processors to overload and force a reset.

While Chekov reset the system, Spock prepared for his second phase. He created a new patch that would quarantine and remove the Romulan virus and upload a virus of its own onto any Romulan ship that tried hack into it.

The shield array came back online with shields at full power. Spock gave a satisfied nod of approval as the first Romulan ship was infected with his counter virus.

Starfleet now had another chance; he just hoped he hadn't missed his in rescuing his Captain and bond-mate.

Stardate 2060

Unknown Planet

Class M

Nyota awoke to blackness with no idea where she was. At some point while she was unconscious, her space suite was removed. She was unable to move. "Where am I?" she thought.

"What is this? You are nothing like I have seen before. In this darkness or in light, you are not a titan. Your soul is so weak." The deep voice echoed in her mind. "What are you? Where are you from?"

"I'm a human from Earth." Nyota tried to say, but no sound came out of her mouth.

The voice replied anyways. "Human, why are you here?"

"Not by choice. I was being chased my enemies."

"What makes them the enemy?"

"They do bad things, to good people."

"But, what makes them bad? And you good?"

"They kill people without reason, and destroy others to protect their pride."

"Isn't that the way of the universe? Kill or be killed?"

"Its something like that…"

Silence.

"Why do you not struggle for your life, human?"

There was another long silence as the voice waited for her reply.

"I can only assume I am already dead. I am not moving, and I'm not breathing. I can't even speak."

"And you accept it readily?"

She thought to herself before answering her interrogator. "It is only… it's logical. You are immune to my attacks and you captured me so easily. I don't even remember the attack. I can only assume that I am dead."

A small laughter sent psychological chills through her consciousness. "Then, I will cease your existence since you accept it so easily."

Uhura was calm. She knew this is how Spock would handle it; and for once, it made sense. She said her goodbyes and made peace with herself. "Goodbye." She said to the creature.

"Heh, weird human." Her captor laughed. "I don't think I will kill you. It wouldn't do much for me. Do humans have names?"

"Yes, almost all of us do. My name is Nyota Uhura. I am a Starfleet Lieutenant aboard the U.S.S Enterprise."

"Do you wish to live, Nyota Uhura?"

"Yes, but it doesn't look like I have much say in the matter."

"I see, then I shall set you free, human Nyota Uhura. I shall help return you to your home. My only condition is that you bring a sample of my DNA back with you to your Starfleet. Have them study my DNA and when ready, come and see me."

"That's an odd request, but I promise. I will do my best."

Ten minutes later, Uhura found herself in what felt like a dream - Spock's warm touch and her soft kisses on his face as he wept in her arms, holding onto him for hours as he lay there like a rock – images of the day after Vulcan's destruction. She told him that she'd do anything to help. All he ask for, was for thing to go as they normally did; for the crew to work as hard as they could and for her to be there to help fulfill that wish. Spock leaned in to kiss her when the images faded and she woke up, back in her own body; alive and well.

"Uhura, you will take the capsule; the capsule that brought me here." She nodded and followed the creature, pacing through the jungle of glowing organisms.

They made way to a large, dimly lit crater. In the center was a small and very old shuttle.

"How am I gonna use this thing, it's in pieces…" The craft looked at least 20 years old, if not older than her. Bold letters on the side read TITANS XXV.

The creature did not answer but slowly oozed into the craft. In a slow, alien-manner he started to rebuild it, forming missing parts with his own matter. "This is all I can do. I am unable to fly it."

She nodded and climbed into the cock pit. "What about its power… source." As she spoke the ships light came on and the engines hummed with life. It's not like anything could get any weirder. "What's your name? Does your kind have a name?"

"I am not a kind, I am the only one. I am Armus."

Ohohoho, Shout out to the person who first reviews and recognizes who Armus is ;DDD

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