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Khan woke hazily from his long slumber. The torturous machines had left his hearing ringing for a day or two after. Sitting up on his cot, he took a sweep of his surroundings and noticed that the tools and supplies he was using to build the missiles were missing. Had he taken a of it? I wonder what for...
After stretching out his limbs to be rid of whatever trembling that lingered from the torture session, he heard the door hiss open, and in strolled one of Marcus's guards. Act now, or you will never get this chance. His mind whirled with the forming plot he had been thinking of for months now.
As the guard went up to him, phaser in hand, Khan walked up to him with a seriously curious expression. The guard held up a hand, "Stand back, Commander Harrison." Seeing that he did not halt his movements forward, "I said stand down!"
The augment was a foot away from him as the guard lifted up his phaser, prepped to fire. Khan shot his hand out, and pushed the gun to the side, reaching up and gripping around the man's throat. Squeezing tightly and feeling the person struggle for air.
Smirking, the pale augment looked into his eyes, pushing him to his knees with just the strength of his hand alone. "Now, now, do not squirm too much. It will be over soon." Feeling so thrilled to finally strike out at the people who have done all of this towards him, towards his family. With one more squeeze and adding in a twist, the guard's neck snapped with a loud squelch - eyes going wide and then lifeless.
Tossing the body aside, he managed to grab the keycard, leaving the cell briskly and sneaking past several others. There is not much time. I have to act quickly. Running over to a terminal in another room, several floors away from his cell. Typing away at the screen and finding the location of both the torpedoes he had been working on, and his sleeping crew members. Ah, Marcus, so you were planning to use them so quickly? Interesting. I have an idea.
His gaze hardening when he entered the room they were all being stored at. Like canned goods in a market, how disgraceful! Disgusting and vile! Trying to keep his thoughts calm, and to get moving. He had envisioned this perfectly in his dreams. One by one he moved a cryo-tube over to the stations where the torpedoes were. Uncovering the shells of metal and sliding in the tubes. This was the lengthiest part of the plan, and he had to hold in his breakfast that threatened to spill, when he realized there would be the ten that were never going to see or dream ever again. My friends, I have failed you. Though, I swear by the stars that I will not give up on the rest of our kind. These seventy-two lives, are entirely in my hand. The one who ended your bright souls shall see death's gate soon.
A noise ripped him out of his thoughts, and the calls of communicaor's and phasers starting to fire off at him. No! Not yet, it cannot be like this! Picking up the rifle and firing off a few shots. He was in the middle of moving towards the escape ship with the missiles, but did not even get past the first few doorways and halls until this started!
The men were screaming for him to return to his cell, lower his weapon, anything, but like a beast on the loose they have unleashed hell. Alarms were blaring as he ducked for cover behind some crates. Now in the docking bay, he realized one thing had to happen next.
Alone, alone! No, I cannot, I dare not leave them to Marcus's whim. Gritting his teeth and peeking up from the cover, seeing that the guards had surrounded the entire bay. There was no other option, and he had to take this chance while he could. Standing up on heavy guilt-ridden legs, Khan charged for the nearest shuttle. Blasting at a guard who fell on top of another, a distraction.
"Computer, fire up thrusters! Leave now!" He called to the A.I. and immediately the shuttle hovered off the ground. Taking his seat in the pilot's chair, hatchways closing as phaser-fire ripped along the shielding. While every guard watched and could do nothing but blinding fire at the shuttle, it took off in a few moments, all they could think of was the fear of the Admiral's anger.
Slamming his fists down on the console screens and leaning forward in his chair, once he was safely away from that hellhole, a cry tore from his throat. Guilt and shame overtaking his senses, and he allowing himself this time to shed tears once again. Forgive me! Forgive me, I will find a way to save you. I swear!
With eyes shining and cheeks streaked with his burning tears, he set a course to be anywhere but here. Earth, how it's been so long since I've seen your blue shine. Perfect place to exact vengeance, than none other then the fleet's homeworld. A new chance to start again, he consoled himself quickly as a new flame ignited and fresh thoughts churned.