{ Mirror!verse story based off of a gifset on Tumblr. It is Nyota/Carol, again, if this is not your cup of tea then please hit that back arrow up there. This is the 2009 Star Trek.
can i just say that i love mirror!verse okay and those who do not know what that is you have been deprived
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“You want to kill him?” The blonde asked, her hands massaging over her lover's feet. Her hands worked expertly. They were hands that could kill, hands that could caress, hands that could take apart and reassemble a torpedo in record time. Nyota called them magical, most times, when Carol would be nice enough to oblige to the wanted foot massage.
Which was often. Nyota knew she pushed limits each time she asked, but Carol almost would never refuse her. Despite being cold and snappy to everyone else on the ship, Nyota was the only one permitted to see this side of the woman. Not as sweet and kind as she liked, but certainly mellowed out.
No one was sweet and kind anymore. They were brutal, dangerous, and just walking out of your quarters every morning was a danger to your life. Nyota had been caught up with assassins a few times. They wanted her rank, and both women and men were hungry for it. They failed every time, however, and she would end up standing over them with blood staining her hands and the blade in her fingers.
Nyota regretted none of it and Carol only saw it as something that made her stronger. To survive in this world, you had to be strong and ruthless in every way possible.
The darker woman nodded, starting to undo the ponytail that sat on the crown of her head. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and she tossed away the band, running her fingers through the iron-straight hair. “I don't think he has what it takes,” She shrugged. “Course, he's managed to get us through everything these last few years, but Carol, you've seen him recently, he's losing his touch.”
Carol snorted. “I say he's never had it.”
A smirk cleared on Nyota's face. “That's my girl.”
“And Spock?”
“He's gotta go too, hon,” Nyota shook her head. “He won't let me get away with this, he loves Jim too much.”
Her girlfriend nodded thoughtfully as she still worked on Nyota's feet, thumbs pressing into the soles. “How're you gonna do it?”
Nyota's eyes went dark. She's given a lot of thought to it. She would lay in bed, long after the woman in her arms fell asleep, and she would plan just how to get what she wanted. Nyota was smart and she knew it, she just wondered why it took her forever to come up with the idea of taking over the ship.
“I'll kill him in his sleep, and you'll kill Spock."
A wrinkle creased in between Carol's eyebrows.
The other gave a sickening chuckle. “Dear, you really didn't think I could do this alone, did you?” Nyota wiggled her toes excitedly. “We'll murder them when they fall asleep during the Second Watch, there's no commanding officer high enough to worry about.”
“How will we get in?”
“I have that covered. Scotty is already on board and overriding the locks will be a piece of cake for him,” She laughed. “Lord knows how much he's done it before to get where he is now.”
No one climbed up the latter through hard work and devotion anymore. It was survival of the fittest and the only way to move to the top is to kill everyone in your path. Nyota and Carol both did so.
“And he's perfectly fine with it?” Carol asked, raising a brow. Scotty had always been one of Kirk's close friends and upon hearing he would help in the murder of said captain, Carol thought it was a little too good to be true.
“You know I'm good with words, Carol.”
Nyota was good with words, being the linguistic genius she was, but knowing her she probably tied him to a chair and threatened to murder all of the people he loved if he did not comply. Perhaps that was why Carol had seen Scotty sporting a healing cut on the side of his face this morning in the halls.
“You bitch.” Carol laughed.
The other met the laughter, digging her heels into Carol's thighs. “You love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
.x.
Scotty did just as he was told and overrode the computer locks on the door to the captain's quarters. As expected, both Spock and Jim were asleep together, with Spock perfectly composed on one side and Jim spread on the rest of the bed, feet hanging off the side and his head on Spock's stomach.
The image didn't phase the women. Dressed in all black with their hair tied out of their faces, they were here to do what the had to – not to gawk at how domestic the sight before them was.
“Phaser set to stun.” Nyota whispered across the bed to Carol, who nodded and changed the setting on her weapon. Just like that they shot the captain and his first officer, dragged them to the ground while they were out. It did not take long to get the men in chairs, tied and gagged. Nor did it take long for them to wake back up. Jim was the first. He woke groaning, dazed, and confused.
Carol and Nyota were sitting on the table, speaking and admiring the weapons in their hands. Carol was going on about how Starfleet was creating new phasers and how she had tested the prototype when they were on shore leave. And as always, she spoke of the advances to the torpedoes she knew like the back of her hand.
Jim could only manage some muffled groans. His eyes were wide and he shook in his chair, fighting against the binds.
“Captain, you should know that throwing a fit will only make it worse.” Carol chuckled, shaking her head and pointing her finger at Jim like a parent disciplining a child.
“She's right, Jim,” Nyota said, hopping from her seat on the table and sauntering over to the two captured men. “I would worry more about Mr. Spock right now.” Nyota hooked the phaser onto her belt and in replace of it, a knife with a clean, spotless blade was in her hand.
Slowly, the Vulcan was coming out of his own unconsciousness with a few shakes of his head.
“You know he's not exactly my favorite person ever.” Said the woman, the blade caressing Spock's face. Not harming yet, but just warning the captain.
Nyota and Spock had history together, everyone knew it. In the beginning of the voyage, Nyota was the only one Spock would even attempt to open up to. They had a difficult romance that lasted for a few years, but eventually Spock's Vulcan ways and emotionless actions got to be a little bit too much. They terminated the relationship on a mutual agreement, and it wasn't long after that that Spock found he fancied Jim instead and Carol came strutting into Nyota's room looking for a good time.
The women stripped away whatever bravado the captain and his first officer had left. They sliced their skin, broke bones, threw punches, and spat in their faces before Nyota felt it was time to put them out of their misery. Neither of them felt nothing. Carol knew it was bound to happen someday, and she would much rather be at the top of the food chain with Nyota than be stuck down in her deck fumbling with the weapons.
Nyota only felt power. She felt strong, like nothing could bring her down from her pedestal she had been put on. She was royalty and Carol saw her as such.
“This is Nyota Uhura,” The woman spoke over the ship-wide speaker in the dead of the night, swiveling in the captain's chair with an elbow on the arm. “I have just killed your former Captain and First Officer. This is my ship now,” She sneered and the bridge crew just glared at her, eyes wide. “and I dare you to try and stop me.”
