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The mind of a world-conquer, King to all that he once knew, and then shunned from the very planet he was created from, Earth. Exiled by his creators, Khan Noonien Singh, and the rest of his crew were in their cryo-tubes aboard the U.S.S. Botany Bay. Together, they rested peacefully, for Earth was no longer wanting their kind or their leadership. Little to any of their knowledge did they realize how long they had slept.
The leader, Khan, had murky dreams of battle and combat. Forever was he fighting and scourging the world of violence with more violence. He was trying to find peace among the blue planet with he and his people in his dreams.
Then, one day he was hauled away from his sleeping crewmembers, and with blinking eyes seeing darkness. Khan, once again was awake, but not aboard the beautiful Botany Bay.
No… His mind was whispering, as was his voice when he could finally speak up. Hearing a voice murmuring something – no, it was many voices. The voice of someone with leadership status, he gathered, all from one sentence.
“Welcome back to the living, John.” Said the smirking Admiral, with his guards at his sides.
Khan was immediately perplexed and stared right up at the man, iced eyes shining in the bright light that now lit up his face.
“My name is Khan. Where… are my crew? My people?” The pale man glanced around in the darkness, not seeing anything else but these three soldiers in front of him. Well, they appeared to be some sort of soldier, nothing like he quite remembered.
“Ah, no. Your name is John Harrison, now. Khan cannot be known to the public, nor can it ever. And as for your crew…” The Admiral drawled, looking down at the man sitting on the bed. “They won’t live past their dreams if you do not cooperate with Starfleet’s orders. You’re going to assist us, John.”
That name just stinging to the King’s ears. How dare someone like this refer to him in such a generic-sounding name? It had no ring, no fire to it like the powerful Khan! Standing up immediately so after hearing such a threat on his people, grabbing the man’s throat.
“You will hand over my crew unharmed, or I will rip out your throa—Agh!” Something was jabbed right into his back, and a bolt of energy zipping throughout his body. A yell tearing from his mouth, releasing the Admiral, whose eyes had widened for a moment.
Crumpling to the floor onto his knees, Khan – not John Harrison, no, he would never let his mind think of himself with such a name—looked down at the black floor while the Admiral Marcus spoke again. Straightening out his formal fleet attire.
“Now, if you want to experience that again, John… I suggest you do as I say, and maybe I’ll let them live.” Motioning for the guards to drag the man off by his arms. “There will be instructions on what we want you to do. So, don’t be a disappointment.” The man smirked as the other was lead off.