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June of Doom 2024 Day 8 (@juneofdoom)

8. “This is your last chance.”                   

| Drowning | Chair | Prisoner Trade |

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"This is your last chance, Vulcan. Tell us what we want to know or you'll regret it."

S'chn T'Gain Spock didn't even blink an eye as one of the pirates put a blade to his neck. He knew that it would do the man no good to kill him. After all, he wanted information. And he would certainly not get it after Spock's death.

For this reason, the Vulcan remained silent, as he had done for days. The pirates would learn nothing from him about the newly discovered planet Farus V and its important resources as well as its intended, strategically important position within the Federation.

It had now been exactly 3 days, 14 hours and 23 minutes since Spock and the rest of the research team had been ambushed and abducted. By now, the Enterprise must have become aware of the disappearance of the landing party. It had not been in orbit at the time of the attack – it was supposed to be a fairly simple mission, after all – and it had been decided to carry out some repairs at a nearby starbase during the short research mission.

"Talk!"

The blade of the knife cut through Spock's skin. Green blood gushed out, but he barely felt the sensation that his pain receptors perceived. His mind was much stronger than his body. Even the other wounds that had been inflicted on him would not make him talk.

"It's no use. The humans didn't survive the torture and the Vulcan won't tell us anything," groaned the accomplice of the man who was threatening Spock.

"Then what are we supposed to do with him, huh? We need the information for the boss! Remember?"

A conspiratorial grin formed on the second pirate's face as he listened to his irascible colleague's questions.

"How about we try to retrieve the recently lost slaves and colleagues from our partner shuttle? I'm sure the boss will be delighted if we rescue his mistress."

The pirate with the knife also had to grin, baring his ugly teeth.

"A prisoner trade? Not a bad idea at all." He turned his head from his partner back to Spock. "Maybe you're still valuable to us after all."

"But we should hurry. You know how quickly that woman takes care of her goods," Number 2 said cryptically.

Number 1 nodded and lowered his knife.

"Then we'll contact her right away. Let's not waste any time."

~

The next time the door to his cell slid open, Spock raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had expected the pirates, but they were not alone.

A tall lady with violet skin accompanied the men. Darker spots adorned the area under her eyes and her forehead. She wore her white hair tied up. A long blue dress flattered her slim figure.

Spock recognized the lady immediately. He had often enough looked at the sketch that the Enterprise's chief engineer had created. The chief engineer who had once fallen into the clutches of this woman and had only survived by chance.

"Ms. Farie, I presume."

Ms. Farie. A restaurant owner who was always searching for exotic delicacies to serve her guests.

A surprised expression washed over the alien woman's face, but eventually she smiled.

"You know me. I'm impressed. Very few people in this sector of space know my name. Apart from my wonderful negotiating partners here, of course."

Pirate number 1 seemed to have no desire to listen to this conversation. He took a step forward, next to the woman.

"You see, Ms. Farie? A Vulcan. Just as we promised. You are very welcome to take him with you. All we want in exchange are the members of our group and the slaves you captured yesterday."

Spock remained silent. Most intriguing. The pirates were trying to negotiate with a species that was obviously superior to them.

Ms. Farie chuckled softly when she heard those words. She turned to Number 1.

"A single Vulcan in exchange for twelve other creatures? That doesn't sound like a good deal to me. Think of all the guests that visit my restaurant every day."

The pirate just snorted.

"Come on, ma'am, we both know that Vulcans are an endangered species and therefore much more valuable than any other species."

"You're right about that, of course." Ms. Farie put her head to one side thoughtfully and eyed Spock, who was dangling from chains on a wall, from head to toe. "I've heard a lot about Vulcans, but I've never met one in person. I was told that you originate from a very warm planet so I assume that your lovely skin has a special texture."

Interested, the lady stretched out one of her long fingers and approached Spock's face, but just before she touched his skin, she hesitated.

"Is it true that Vulcans are touch telepaths?"

Spock didn't say anything. Ms. Farie wanted to make him talk, although she obviously knew the answer already.

A smile crossed her face and she nodded in understanding. She realized she couldn't play with the Vulcan the way she wanted to.

"Then I'd better not touch you. The strong emotions I'm currently feeling would surely overwhelm your mind. And ... I'm not a big fan of torturing my goods."

"So we have a deal?" pirate number one asked impatiently and Ms. Farie gave him a quick glance, before she looked back at the Vulcan in front of her.

"We do."

Number 1 grinned, but it quickly disappeared as the pirates' guest raised a finger.

"On two conditions. Firstly, I never want to see your runabouts anywhere near my hunting grounds again. I know full well that your people were planning to acquire new slaves from my regular catchment area when we captured them. However, you know very well that you should stay away from these planets."

The pirate grunted in annoyance, but then nodded.

"Understood, ma'am. And secondly?"

The smile on Ms. Farie's face widened and her eyes seemed to bore into Spock's exposed torso. Her long tongue ran across her lips.

"I want to try a piece. After all, I need to know if it's worth such a high payment."

Number 2, who was the one carrying a knife with him this time, laughed as he handed it to the alien lady.

"Feel free to take whatever piece you like. The Vulcan is all yours."

Spock watched as Ms. Farie took the weapon and examined it for a moment. It was quite obvious that she preferred her own equipment, but she would need to work with what she had.

"They say that Vulcans are able to block out pain with the power of meditation. I really wonder if that's true."

Spock thought for a moment about informing the lady that he was only half Vulcan, but he came to the conclusion that it would be an irrational remark. Judging by Mr. Scott's stories, it didn't matter anyway.

Ms. Farie was looking for exotic specialties to offer in her restaurant. It didn't matter to her if he was Vulcan or half-Vulcan. His rare flesh would certainly please the alien woman's guests.

"Just a small piece."

The blade of the knife cut deep into Spock's arm and he wondered for a moment if he should show the pain it was causing him. Would it scare off the woman who pretended she didn't enjoy seeing her goods suffer? No. For it had clearly been a lie.

Ms. Farie's blue eyes twinkled with amusement. An emotion that Spock normally only saw in the eyes of humans. An emotion he himself had only felt in a few moments of his life, when his human side managed to gain the upper hand.

Green blood gushed from the gaping wound left by the cut. Spock watched stony-faced as Ms. Farie examined the piece she had removed.

"It seems almost ... perfect." The smile on the woman's face turned into a grin, revealing the pointed teeth.

Spock couldn't deny that the sight of flesh made him uncomfortable. It was something he didn't often see as a Vulcan. Something he loathed. His human side really seemed to be coming out. And with it, disgust and ... fear.

Ms. Farie raised her hand and was just about to eat the thick strip of 'delicacy' when the pirates' ship suddenly shook.

Surprised, even frightened, both the pirates and the alien looked around. They wondered what had happened. Only Spock regained his composure.

The Enterprise had found him. And not only him. But also the woman they had been looking for for quite some time. Spock could hardly wait to tell Mr. Scott about the news.

A/N: This is based on last year's June of Doom Prompt 15

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June of Doom Day 8

8. “Breathe, damn you!”  

| Shock | Amputation | Infection |

TW: deadly virus, major character being sick, enslavement, swearing

A/N: Alternate Universe - Fantasy

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"Breathe, damn you!"

Montgomery Scott let his head roll to the side to see Dr. McCoy slamming his fist onto an ensign’s chest. The poor lad was probably dead already. Like so many others.

There weren't too many of them left in sickbay. Most of the infected had died or were on the brink of doing so. Scotty was the strongest one left.

Still, he couldn't deny that his body was growing weaker every day. It was getting harder to breathe and most of the dragon pox had spread across his skin.

There was no known way to cure the sickness that had spread down in the airship's engine room. Nobody knew where it had come from. But Scott knew that the ship he called his own, would die in battle, if all their engineers were gone.

They had to send the king a message. Scotty had told Captain Kirk days ago. But the young man didn't believe in no-win-scenarios. His dad had fought and died in the battle against the sky pirates. And so would he.

The Scotsman watched as the doctor dropped his arm to the side, hopeless and disappointed. He had just lost yet another patient.

"Dinnae... blame yerself, doctor. It's... not yer fault."

Scott had trouble breathing, coughing heavily, yet still he croaked out the comforting words. At least he hoped that they could comfort the doctor in some way.

McCoy turned around to look at him, the familar cloth wrapped around his nose and mouth to protect him from getting infected himself. Scotty could see the sadness in his eyes.

"Stop talking, Mr. Scott. Save your strength," the grumpy doctor retorted and Scotty couldn't help a weak smile forming on his lips.

"I'll die... anyway, won't I? Would rather... talk to ye... than sleep until my time's... up."

McCoy sighed heavily, but just when he was about to say something, the door opened, revealing the captain and an unfamiliar man.

Scott eyed the stranger from head to toe. Black hair, pale skin, a dark long coat. There was a strange smile on his face. It was the most obvious thing about the man - he wasn't wearing a cloth to cover his face.

"Jim! Who is this? Do you wanna kill him?!" McCoy scolded the captain, who was also his best friend.

"Oh, don't worry about me, doctor. I'm perfectly fine," the stranger cut McCoy off with his deep voice. However, his eyes were fixed on Scott.

The Scotsman shifted under the cool blue eyes. Who was this lad?

"Perfectly fine, my ass! You'll get infected!"

This time it was Kirk who tried to soothe his friend.

"Bones, it's fine. This man... is a magician of the augmenta clan."

At hearing that, McCoy's eyes widened.

And Scott knew the reason why. The augmenta clan was famous for its dark magic. Most people didn't come too close to them.

"Then this man should leave my sickbay even faster!"

Kirk just shook his head. Even from where Scotty lay, he could see the deep lines of worry on the captain's forehead. He was desperate - very desperate!

"Khan... is here to help us. He will save our crew."

Scott's eyes fell back onto the magician who had stopped in front of his bed, moving his head from side to side.

"Montgomery, isn't it?"

Involuntarily, the Scotsman's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Yet still, he gave him a nod.

"Aye. That... would be... me."

Khan smiled at him and nodded, before he glanced at Kirk.

"Our deal is on, Captain?"

The blond man swallowed hard, looking from one man to another. His eyes wandered over the several patients, dying painfully and slowly. He nodded.

"Yes, Khan. Just... save my crew's lives."

Dr. McCoy regared the magician suspiciously as this one closed his eyes and spread his arms widely, starting to murmur some kind of spell.

A strange tingling filled Scott's body. At first, it hurt, burning like fire, but slowly the pain decreased and it felt like he was flying. In disbelief, the engineer stared at his arms and hands. The dragon pox... they were fading!

It didn't take too long and he was able to sit up. So was everyone else around him. All the patients... were really healed!

Khan stopped his talking and opened his eyes to look around. There was a satisfied look on his face.

"There you go, Captain. Your crew is fine."

The magician walked over to Kirk and with a small bow, came to a halt in front of him.

"I would like for my doctor to check on everyone, if that is alright with you?"

Khan nodded politely.

"Of course. Go on."

Scotty sat upright in bed, waiting for McCoy to check on him. He couldn't take his eyes off of Khan though. Something told him that the dark magician was planning something. And he didn't like it.

When the doctor had examined all of his patients, he eventually gave Kirk a nod.

"They are all fine, Jim."

The captain sighed in relief and nodded.

"Good. Thank you, Bones."

They all fell silent for a moment, before Khan spoke up again.

"Well then, I would like to have my payment, Captain."

Kirk stared at the magician, before his eyes fell onto Scott.

"Scotty... could you... come over here?"

The engineer blinked a few times, before he got up. With every step he took, his legs were getting more heavy. He just wanted to stop and go back to his bed.

"Captain?"

There were tears in Kirk's eyes as he placed a hand on the Scotsman's shoulder and squeezed it tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Scotty. But... I had to do it."

Realizing what the man was talking about, Scott's eyes widened in shock.

"Jim... Don't tell me..."

A cold shackle on his wrist, told the engineer the truth. He looked at Khan who was now standing beside him. The smile on the magician's face was back, wider than ever before.

"Welcome to the ranks of my properties, Montgomery."

Scotty's heart dropped to his stomach and he shook his head in disbelief.

"Tell me that's not true, Jim."

A glance over his shoulder, told Scott that McCoy was thinking the same.

"I'm so sorry. I... I had to save our crew."

Jim's voice was desperate and Scotty knew that the man hadn't seen any other option. Still... he had sold him! That... was just crazy!

"You bastard!"

McCoy gritted his teeth, hands clenched to fists. Scotty knew that he'd attack Kirk any moment now. And Khan seemed to know it, too. He took a step back, pulling Scotty with him.

"Well then... it was nice to do business with you."

Darkness started to surround them and only a moment later, Scott and Khan vanished into thin air.

(To be continued)

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