A Role In History

Pieces of a Fractured Mirror

"Captain, we're detecting a small craft drifting in space." armory officer Reed reported as he read the scanners on his station.

"Take it in, maybe there's something valuable in it. Archer, you're with me!" the brute man barked as he stood up from his chair in the middle of the bridge.

Apologetically, Jonathan looked at his friend Tucker whom he'd been talking to and stood up to follow his captain.

The two were already in the turbo lift when Mayweather turned around to say something, but shot his mouth as the lift door slipped shut.

*//*

Through the launch doors of launch bay 1, the small craft was taken into the ISS Enterprise.

"Any information on the vessel?" Forrest asked.

An junior engineer turned towards the two senior command officers. "The technology used for this one man shuttle is clearly some new type of Vulcan tech. Although... configurations tell me there's also another alien species involved."

The Captain snorted. "Can you tell me what's inside?"

"A single person, anatomically Vulcan but there're clear mutations."

"Open it up and bring whatever's in there to Phlox!"

"Yes sir."

*//*

Phlox was rubbing his hands together in hunger when the pod was beamed into his sickbay.

"Open it up!" he ordered his subordinates.

As the two young women did, the lid slid open with a hiss, revealing the body of a male Vulcan in dark military robes with a few Vulcan symbols on the right arm and the Terran Imperial weapon on the shoulder of his left arm. The hair was also cut in military style, revealing the lavender purple stone and a 'V'-shaped forehead ridge.

"Get this man in the full body scanner!" the doctor ordered.

The two young women nodded and did as the sadistic Denobulan ordered.

Phlox went to stand behind the controls, turning the machine on as the scanner was closed.

Indeed, the man was primarily Vulcanoid... ¾ of his blood Vulcan-Romulan and ¼... Magiran.

"Get the Captain here as quick as possible!"

*//*

Hvaid felt something poking in his skin, it was irritating. With his quick reflexes, he grabbed whoever it was without even opening his eyes. That he did when he spoke the words: "I would watch out if I were you."

The person who'd been poking him was a Denobulan military doctor, dressed in the black leather uniform. The male wasn't very impressed.

The Major General growled as he sat up on the primitive bio bed, tightening his grip on the Denobulan's wrist. He knew who the man was, the history of the Terran Empire was taught to all the children of high placed officials.

The doctor started to feel pain of the Vulcan's grip and tried to retract his hand. Problem is... the grip was far too strong.

Just that moment, Captain Forrest entered the scene with one of the MACO's.

"Shoot him!" the human captain ordered.

When the MACO wanted to shoot, the gun flew out of his hands to the far corner of Sick bay.

"How pathetic." Hvaid spoke, his eyes and the crystal on his forehead glowing up in the same color. He slowly turned his head to see the two humans standing there like stone statues. He stretched out his arm, his magic pulling the oldest human closer.