Mac'hla knew what she needed to do.
She would not let Spock go. No matter what she must sacrifice.
Pulling out their personal stationary they began to write, scratching into the paper frantically.
Tears fell from their eyes and splattered, smudging the ink.
As a signature, they smudged ink across their thumb and pressed it to the paper, leaving their thumbprint.
Tomorrow morning, this would be all that was left of her.
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The Tirok Maneuver
FanfictionCaught in the inescapable pull of a black hole, the Enterprise is faced with its greatest challenge yet-- how to escape.
