Khan's Pressure Point

Chapter One: The Awakening

        I faintly hear the alarm go off in my tube. I slowly open my eyes and regain full consciousness, but try to keep my heart beat and breathing pattern as the same as when I was sleeping. I woke to see a faint shadow coming closer to my tube and quickly close my eyes once more. Just like I predicted, I thought, company. I held the urge to smile from the adrenaline, as the shadow that appeared on top of the tube disapperaed, which I observed by opening my eyes just right to see my surroundings, but not enough for anybody else to see.

        From the lively muffled sounds that came from outside, I suspected that it was still midday, and decided to stay still until the chance. I wondered who the people were that would frequently come to see me. I didn't suspect that they had any aggression towards me, as some females would look closer at my face and talk to me as if I was a dosing 5 year old, which I had to say, was pretty tickling.

        However, I decided to think upon the real reason I have awaken myself while my family was still sleeping, awaiting for their peace. The Maker, as my people and I have called him, is propbebly due around this month to appear somewhere out of a black hole. Although he has done remarkable things, such as make new races of people ( from which he got his name ), he has destroyed and elimanated any of the race he has created who seem to be a threat to him. Our race was made by scientists, but we were smart enough on our own to stop him killing all of us and successfully took his whole ship and himself down a black hole, leading him to the 300 year future. He will most likely come for revenge and to eliminate his next target, humans, so I predicted this and programmed my crew to wake up after I have taken down The Maker, just so I can give my crew even the slightest chance of survival. But, that's just the plan. I even wonder if I'll be able to accomplish it.

        I also wonder of my dad. He never let me call him that. He would always insit that I call him father, but that was just in front of the others. When we would be only the two of us, he was a caring, loving, and protective father and would let me embrace him into a hug whenever I needed to do it. And I must not forget mentioning intelligent and super.

        As thoughts went on about my father, i was quickly disturbed when a loud humming sound was heard from above. As I supported myself on my elbows, I saw that the lights the once shone bright above me were now off, and that the sound of voices have faded.

        Now is the time Devlan, GO. I whisper my first words in 300 years to myself.