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Christopher Pike: You Saved Me
Imagine Christopher Pike saving you from imminent death, forming a father-daughter bond with you:
"Help Me! Someone! Please!" I couldn't contemplate what was happening, only the pain that was burning through my lungs as my screams emanated within the air. My nails violently digging deeper into the earth, my body weight continuing to pull me closer to my doom.
There isn't much I remember before this, only how I was on my way home from school when something threw me with great strength, it wasn't a person, no, it felt like the world had shook so strongly that I simply shook too. It's a little much for me to try to understand, all I am currently focused on is survival.
The world suddenly felt hot, much hotter than normal, and muggy; I can feel the humidity dripping along my skin. The air has turned suffocating, making me gasp like a fish that is forced to breathe oxygen when dragged out of the water. I'm hanging along an edge, a cliff that wasn't there moments before God's wrath broke, but now it looks deep enough to take me to the other side of the world.
My species has many human features, but also many animalistic ones. For one, I have claws, big and long like that of a jaguar, they aid me in clinging to the eroding soil. The roar of the panicked people is amplified by pumping adrenaline, it doesn't help that the shouts are muffled with the sound of my own heartbeat bursting through my body.
I can feel my grasp slipping, the ground is moist and soggy, almost seeming to melt from underneath my hands. People are stomping and screaming, I'm still not sure what is going on, all I know is that the adults are confused as well. I've kept my eyes closed, fearful that I will see destruction in place of my home. My limbs are aching, my arms feel like they are being torn out of their sockets, I try to lift myself up in vain.
I scream out for help once more, though I fear no one can hear me. Just as my body fails me, just as my hands finally release and my mind accepts elimination... A hand tightly wraps around one of my wrists. It's a strange hand, it feels familiar, but alien at the same time. My body hanging limply, I fear I don't even have the energy to look at my savior, but they care not, dragging me up and away from the cliff. I'm wrapped in a warm embrace, the type that reminds me of my father when he comes home after a long business trip. I want to look at him, to thank him endlessly, but my conscious mind is quickly slipping into a dream state.
The man tries to awaken me, he shakes my body, yelling at me to open my eyes before giving up. He picks me up in his arms, protectively sheltering my body from the chaos around us, tapping something on his chest and beginning to talk to someone; the conversation was short and hurried.
I want to see him, I want to see the stranger who saved me when all else had left me to die. My eyelids feel heavy, but I manage to open them for a few seconds. The man is young, he reminds me a lot of my dad, except this person looks fearful, but stoic; I don't know how to describe it other than he looks strong. He has brown hair that is slightly graying at the sides with random stripes littering the rest of his head; he looks too young to be graying, but I can see on his face that he has the years of stress built up. I want to hug him, to say thank you, but before I can do any of that we are beamed aboard what I assume to be a star ship.
I try to stay awake, but as a large amount of people begin to rush forward, my consciousness finally slips away, my body drifting into a deep slumber; one which I hope to awaken from soon.
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I can't hear anything, but I can feel something. It's warm and comforting, it makes me feel safe, it feels fatherly. My eyes fluttered open for a moment before immediately regretting their decision and slamming shut, the bright lights burning, it felt and looked like a searing white flame. They flutter open a few more times before finally adjusting to the light.
I glance around the room, it looks like a med bay, but it's very different from the ones I am used to. It's much colder, it feels unwelcoming, but at the same time I still feel normal, as though this sterile environment is warmer than the two suns of my home. I finally turn my head and look at the person, the person who dragged me from my doom and brought me to safety. He looks a lot more tired, his face worn with stress, and his slicked hair is somehow both clean but messy.
I sit up slowly, careful as I pull my small hand from his. Not careful enough apparently, I sadly startled him awake, his deep brown eyes immediately focusing on me. I freeze, I can't quite remember how to react, but he doesn't seem to mind because a relieved smile spreads across his exhausted features. I relax slightly, he doesn't seem as scary as I expected.
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Pike's POV:
We had beamed down to this plant based on negotiations for some trade deal between this species and another. It was supposed to be a simple in and out, but the other species decided they were done negotiating. The planet was fired upon by their war ships, detrimental damage was done, Discovery was about to beam me up when I heard a jarring scream amid the panic. The scream was young and fearful, it sounded like a child, and I simply felt like I couldn't allow myself to leave until I found them.
I order everyone else to be beamed up before running off in search of the voice, I hear Burnham yell out in protest, but she gets cut off as she is transported.
They stopped, the chaos seemed eerily quiet, I'm about to give up when I heard the last weak scream, they sounded defeated. I scramble to the spot, fearful I might be too late, but then I spot them. This person had been thrown over the cliff, only one hand managing to hold them up, I can see their claws extended and ripping into the ground, a last ditch effort to stay alive.
I can see them giving up, their hand slowly releasing, but I lunge forward, my hand grasping onto their small wrist. Gazing at the person, I am met with the view of an exhausted child, seemingly no older than 10, her eyes are closed and I'm afraid I might still lose her.
Roughly pulling her up, her tired form collapsing against me, I quickly grasp her face, trying to see if her eyes have opened yet, but they remain closed. I shout at her, trying to get any reaction, but I still receive none. I hastily speak into my badge, ordering both of us to be beamed up and to have medical staff at the ready.
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The girl has been out for a while, they had to induce a coma for some reason, they tried to explain it to me, but my mind is too jumbled at the moment to understand any of their medical jargon.
As soon as I had been beamed up, we immediately warped out of there, the federation wouldn't allow us to interfere in the battle, and I had just gotten word yesterday that this little girl's species had been slaughtered. I'm not sure if there were any survivors, or if any others managed to escape the initial barrage, all I know is that I am happy I managed to save her.
I've been waiting for her to wake up, I need to know that she is alright; I don't know why, but I feel like I need to take care of her. It's a weird feeling.
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I had come in early today, our only trip had me sending some crew members down to collect samples from a planet, so all was calm. I took that spare time and went to the med bay, the girl was still asleep, I've taken to addressing her as Katya. It's a weird name, sure, but it kind of matches her in that she has claws like a cat, and that she for some reason feels like the only pure thing left from the massacre.
I held her hand as I fell asleep, my brain was beginning to view her as a daughter. I tried to put some space and maintain an objective view of the matter, but that clearly didn't last long.
I'm pulled from my dream when I feel movement, I quickly open my eyes, only to be met with a surprising view. She was awake, after two weeks of unconsciousness she was finally awake! At first she seemed on edge when she noticed me, but after surveying me for a few moments she seemed to ease up. A smile was upon my face, knowing that she was okay.
"Hello there." My voice is calm, my tone could almost be described as soft. I don't know where this side of me is coming from, I'm a nice person sure, but I can't quite remember ever being like this towards anyone. I feel protective, but also an intense need to comfort, I want her to be okay, I need her to be okay.
Her eyes widen slightly, I worry I might've upset her, but those worries disappear when a small smile forms on her face.
"Hi." Her voice is hesitant but steady, she seems like she is at a loss for words.
"My name is Christopher Pike, I'm the captain of this star ship. Can you tell me your name and what you remember?" I try not to rush, but I need to know what she remembers, I need to know if I need to tell her about the attack.
"I remember shouts and screams, the world was shaking worse than our most terrible quakes. I-I was hanging, I almost let go, but you saved me. I don't remember anything else." Her voice trembled slightly throughout the sentence, and her eyes adopted a far away look. I sigh, unsure of how to tell this young girl that her entire species might very well be extinct and that she was the only known survivor.
"Don't worry, I know." Her voice broke through my thoughts, I looked at her in confusion.
"I know they're gone... I can't hear them anymore." Her voice grows heavy, her eyes drifting down as a glaze washes over them; I spend a few more moments in confusion before finally understanding. Her species all shared a weak mind-link, everyone on her planet had their thoughts running through the others heads, only it was in the back of their mind and sounded more like static. Poor girl, this silence must be awful.
"Well I'm not going anywhere, come on, let's go explore." I don't know what has gotten into me. I'm a captain, I don't have time to show a kid around my star ship. Yet, at the same time, I want to treat this girl like she's my own.
She wears a startled expression before curiosity grows in her eyes. She grasps my outstretched hand and allows me to pull her up. Her first few steps are shaky, but that is understandable after her weeks of bed rest.
We're about to head out the doors when I realize she stopped. I turn around in confusion, but she speaks first.
"You saved me, thank you." Before I can reply she jumps forward and hugs me, I'm stunned for a moment, hesitantly wrapping my arms around her small form. I pull away, giving her a smile, ruffling her already messy hair. I release her, this fatherly protection building up in my chest. I walk to the doors with a wide smile on my face, motioning to the never ending hallways.
"Let's go explore."
Love the startrek fandom
I'm not in it, I don't go here, but I keep getting recommended memes about the series and it's ships from mutuals, and i gotta say, you fuckers are funny. I'm out here liking and sending memes I barely understand because what I do understand is that good
When I was a teenager and still on Neopets I was part of a pretty big Star Trek guild and eventually became part of its council, with the solemn duty of creating weekly polls. Well one day I created the poll "Which would win in a fight? Borg Cube or Death Star?". Naturally, since this was a Star Trek guild, the answer was overwhelmingly "Borg Cube", but someone did have the rationality to point out we were biased.
So I look up a pretty prominent Star Wars guild and message one of their council and ask them to poll the same question and get back to me in a week. They do, and naturally the fuckin geeks said "Death Star".
So then I look up a Stargate guild and messaged the lead council member, saying the same thing, and they get back to me almost immediately saying that the Death Star would immediately one-shot a Borg Cube but they would never be able to do it again to another Cube. And I took that wisdom back to my guild and we were mollified, and for one moment the Nerd World was peaceful.
Some old Deanna Troi art. That's the post.
