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Andoria Falls

A | Author - Kevin | Genre - Alternate Universe | Genre - Romance | Main Story | Rating - R
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Andoria Falls

by Kevin

Rating: R (language and sexual situations)
Disclaimer: The characters mentioned within this text are the sole property of Paramount Studios, UPN, and Viacom. I intend no infringement.
Genre: Mirror Universe
Summary: This is a sequel to my earlier Mirror Universe story, Emperor Charles I. The current scene covers the day Andoria surrenders and leaves the rebellion and falls after Empress Mother which falls after Transfer of Ownership. A flashback to when Empress T’Pol meets a member of Emperor Charles’ family is included.

Thanks to startraveller776 for being my beta…

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“Captain, the Andorian transport is approaching as expected. Sensors indicate two Andorians and one Terran aboard.”

“Good. Transport them aboard and inform the Emperor Shran has arrived.”

“Yes sir.”

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Empress T’Pol watched her mate pace their quarters. They were awaiting the Andorian representative for its unconditional surrender to the Empire. Once they withdrew from the rebellion, it would soon topple. Only the Tellurites and some Orion factions would remain. The remaining Orions were to be offered financial incentives in exchange for their loyalty. The final decision was whether to ignore or eliminate the Tellurites. Emperor Charles was leaning toward ignoring them.

She still barely hid her annoyance at his behavior toward the Andorians. His unwillingness to deal harshly with them weakened his position with some in the Imperial Senate. But he persevered and today Andoria would fully rejoin the Empire. Her own people rejoined the Empire soon after he extended the offer of full citizenship. Of course, after the Empire won the battle at Rigel X, the Vulcan rebellion existed in name only as they had lost the last of their warships. Accepting his offer was the only logical option for Vulcan at that point.

“Charles, why did you insist on him? He is believed to be one of the rebel leaders.”

Emperor Charles stopped his pacing. “I grew up with him. When my father was stationed here as military governor, Shran’s father was the head of the police force. We went to school together. I can trust him.”

T’Pol was skeptical. “That was a long time ago. He may have changed.”

“No he hasn’t. I learned one thing while I was stuck on that ball of ice. Andorian males set their personalities during puberty. Once they pass that phase, they can’t change. He was honest then. He’ll be honest now.”

A short while later they were informed that Shran had arrived with his peace offering.

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Shran took the measure of the man he knew almost two decades ago. He was now Galactic Emperor. Hard to believe for a man who only seemed to care about taking things apart and putting them back together. Time had not been kind to his face. One side was nearly destroyed. Shran tried to contain his disgust at the Emperor’s Vulcan wife. He would have to swear allegiance to a Vulcan. It was a small price to pay though to keep his people alive.

“I would never have guessed Charles Tucker III would become Emperor. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Charles gave a smirk. “Neither did I. Life’s a bitch…” He took a deep breath. “Are you ready to meet the terms of surrender… and Andoria’s continued existence?”

Shran frowned somewhat. “Yes. All of our warships have jettisoned their warp cores. And he’s here, as you demanded.” Shran turned to his aide, “Jhamel, bring him forward to face the Emperor.”

Charles watched as Jhamel pushed the hooded man toward them. “I still can’t believe you worked with him. What the hell were you thinking Shran? He was far worse to Andoria than I ever could be.”

Shran shrugged his shoulders. “It wasn’t my idea. The others said we needed all the help we could get. An enemy of my enemy is my friend, you know. They were willing to overlook his past crimes. He got us food and weapons.”

T’Pol looked at the aging man with disgust. “Remove his hood.”

The man glared at Charles once the hood was removed.

Charles stepped closer to his prisoner. He smirked at the man’s reaction. “It’s been a while hasn’t it?”

The man spit in Charles face.

Charles gave an amused snort and wiped his face. “I guess someone already marked for death doesn’t have much to lose.”

The man moved his glare over to Empress T’Pol. “I see you kept your Vulcan slut. Is she still fucking with your mind? Or did she stop once she completely controlled you? How could you betray your own people!?!”

Charles knew the man was just trying to get him to react. The man had known Charles all his life and exactly what buttons to push. But Charles chose not rise to the bait. Time had taught him not to give in to the challenges this man posed.

Charles stepped even closer until they were separated by mere inches. “No dad, it was people like you who betrayed our people. You exploited Andoria and robbed them of everything until they had no choice but to rebel. You convinced the Emperor to stretch our forces too thin… Hell your cronies even convinced him to start treating Terrans like slaves simply to serve your own whims.”

T’Pol remembered their first visit to Earth after Charles became Emperor. She saw how most Terrans led miserable lives and struggled just to survive. Executions were common. Food was not. There was a reason so many were in the military. For most young Terrans, military service was the only career option available. The military provided food, clothing and shelter. Discipline was strict, but the essentials were provided.

Charles Tucker Jr.’s reaction was swift. “Bah! I should’ve known. Your whore’s messed up your mind. You’re one of them now.”

Charles could sense T’Pol barely contain her anger. She hated this man even before she met him eight years ago.

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Eight years earlier…

Commander Charles Tucker III packed his belongings. He was leaving the Hornet to help complete Enterprise, the first of the Avenger-class of warships. She was set to leave dock in fourteen months.

He turned his head to T’Pol. “This the first time you’ve been on Earth right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. The rules are going to be stricter there. Almost no one stationed on warships is permitted personal servants. So I’m pretty loose with your behavior. We won’t be able to get away with that on Earth. You have to follow the two rules without question.”

“I understand.”

Charles fixed her with a stare. “I hope so. You better. The punishments for either speaking out of turn or looking into the eyes of a Terran are severe.”

“You have made that perfectly clear.”

“Good. Because I’ve spent too much time training you in engineering to have you lose your eyes or your tongue.” Charles took a deep breath to clear his thoughts. “Once we arrive at my father’s estate, the rules get even stricter. He insists they be followed to the letter. If he finds out I don’t follow them, he’ll take you away from me and send you back to the Orions in a second. He’s already pissed you’re a Vulcan. He’ll look for any excuse to take you away from me.”

She just stared at him. Charles had made it clear his father held certain beliefs about her primary role.

Charles knew exactly what was going on in her head. “Don’t worry. We can fake it. Ah’len and I did for years. He has no idea about my promise to Natalie. We lied to him. And you’re in a better position since I satisfied your Pon’farr.”

“How so?”

“He’ll try to spring a trap by asking you details while I am not around and then comparing our answers. If he does, your answer is that you attend to my needs nearly every day and if he wants details, just describe something from your Pon’farr.”

“Is there anything else?”

“Yes. We’ll have to sleep in the same bed. He insists your primary role is to keep my bed warm and me satisfied. He always sleeps with Tarah.”

“What about his wife? Your mother.”

Charles rubbed his face with his hand. He scratched his chin. “As far as I know, he hasn’t slept with my mom in years. He married her basically for escort to official functions and for children. I don’t think my dad gives a rat’s ass about my mom. Don’t think he ever did. He only cares about his career… and Tarah.”

Charles hated Tarah. His father had taken her while he was on Andoria. At least though, Tarah ensured his mother was never subjected to his father’s perverse fetishes. He shivered at the thought of his mother being abused like Tarah. He’d kill his father before he would allow that.

Charles walked over to a small chest and opened the lid. T’Pol saw him extract something and focus intently on it. She could almost see the pain he felt before he clasped his hand and closed his eyes. He mumbled something and turned to face her.

“Here. You’ll have to wear this.” He handed her a necklace with a thick golden braided band and a small, intricate dangling medallion. “It shows I own you. You will have my family’s protection while on Earth. In case we get separated, it’ll save your life.”

She looked at the beautiful piece of jewelry he gave her. She placed it around her neck. Seeing it on her seemed to bring him pain. “Why give this to me now? It seems to bother you that I am wearing it.” She could see his eyes water.

“Because this was Ah’len’s. My mother gave me the necklace to protect Ah’len.”

T’Pol better understood his reaction now. She had been able to gather he treated Ah’len almost like his sister. Charles was more influenced by his mother when it came to handling servants. She treated Veh’len, Ah’len’s mother, more like a friend than a slave. Veh’len had practically raised Charles while his mother and father attended to Charles Jr.’s career. Ah’len was only ten months older than Charles and the two grew up together. He still felt the pain at her death a short five months ago.

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“Charles, I am supposed to wear this while in the house?” T’Pol held up the four inch wide band of fabric and the eight inch wide band of fabric.

Charles slumped. “Yes, and only that. My dad’s house, my dad’s rules. No shoes, no nothing underneath.” He hated Ah’len being forced to wear the same ‘clothes’ once she became his possession. However Ah’len did not have as much to cover.

T’Pol looked at the floor and scowled.

Charles clenched his fists. “T’Pol, you have to be careful. You absolutely cannot give me that look outside of this room. He’ll make me beat you with a cane. You have to be careful.”

“I understand. This clothing will not cover anything. I may as well not wear clothes at all.”

Charles gave her a smirk. “Trust me T’Pol, compared to Tarah, you’ll be overdressed.” He paused for a bit. “Look, this is only for a few days. We can get through this. And then we’ll be on Enterprise and things can go back to normal. You’ll even have your own private room off my quarters.”

He looked at the time. “But you have to get changed.” He pointed to the small room of his bedroom. “Go in there and change. I’m going to get out of this uniform too.”

A few minutes later T’Pol returned. Charles just stared at her. Although he satisfied her Pon’farr as a condition of his ownership, he never really thought about her sexually. Until now. He couldn’t believe a Vulcan would be able to radiate pure sex appeal as much as she did right then. The narrow, sky blue bands of fabric hid just enough to be enticing.

T’Pol saw him stare at her. There was a small part of her that felt uncomfortable at his leer. A larger part found being the object of his lust at that moment… fascinating. “Should we join your father now?”

Charles shook his head. “Aaaahhh… yeah. Now remember, when we go in there, you kneel next to my chair. Knees and thighs pressed together, hands together in your lap and facing the floor. I’ll tell you if I need anything. Otherwise you are to sit there quietly. Understood?”

She just nodded.

Just as they were to walk out the door, Charles grabbed her by the arm and forced her to look at him. “And remember, put that Vulcan mask on. Dad’s going to use Tarah’s behavior to test you. You cannot show any reaction to her display. No… matter… what… Understood?”

T’Pol nodded. She wasn’t quite sure what he meant by ‘her display’ but it probably would be repulsive. She had no idea just how repulsive the experience would be.

Later that night as they returned to his room, Charles was proud of T’Pol’s performance. His father’s disgusting display of Tarah did not rattle her in the least. She dealt with it far better than he. He stopped her once he closed the door. “You did good tonight T’Pol. Just keep that up and we’ll make it out of here with no problems.”

T’Pol had been successful in her control but it wasn’t easy. “Do they always behave that way?”

Charles shook his head. “No. He was trying to push us to see if we’d break. It’ll get better after this. You passed his test. He only had Tarah do that for our so-called ‘entertainment’ twice in the six years I had Ah’len. Although he hates Vulcan’s so it might be more frequent with you. I can’t believe he’d have her go through that again during this visit. He knows I find it disgusting. Tonight I think he tested me as much as you. He didn’t make her stop, dance for a while and then start again that many times before.”

Charles shook slightly as the shiver ran down his spine. Tonight was awful. He always felt… dirty… after spending an evening with his father. Nearly absolute power had perverted him. Answering only to a corrupt and incompetent Emperor had ruined him. Assuming there ever was anything to ruin in the first place. His mother married him so he must have held some redeeming qualities at one point in his life. Whatever those might have been no longer existed though.

“I’m going to take a shower to wash the filth off me. I’d suggest you take one after me. We both smell like...” He couldn’t find the words.

T’Pol understood his intent. “I agree, we smell awful. How can you smoke those things?”

He smirked. “Smoking the cigars was the only part I enjoyed. You can’t find those outside of the Emperor’s inner circle. It’s Tarah’s performance and my dad leering at her that’s disgusting.”

T’Pol found the evening disgusting too. Unlike Charles though, she was able to control her emotions and could focus on his father. She wasn’t convinced he intentionally tested them at all. He seemed to truly gain pleasure from Tarah’s performance. For a good portion of the evening, he seemed completely oblivious to Charles’ and her presence.

When she came out of the shower, she found Charles still sitting on the bed with the towel wrapped around his waist and staring at his feet. “You said your father would not repeat tonight’s performance. What do you expect the remaining evenings will consist of?”

Charles took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “Normally he just has her dance. She really is a great dancer. If it weren’t for the blue skin, she’d be beautiful… Hopefully that’ll be all we’ll have to deal with until we leave.” He pointed toward the switch by the door. “Why don’t you hit the lights and then we’ll get ready for bed. I’m exhausted. Tonight was too much for me.”

Two nights later and T’Pol was lying in bed thinking. She would be forced to suffer only one more night in this house. She had almost gotten used to being constantly exposed and sleeping in the nude with Charles each night. She still found his behavior illogical. He had seen her nude before and the ‘clothes’ she wore were basically pointless, but he still insisted they undress in the dark. Even now both were nude in the same bed but he maintained the maximum possible separation from her. As he did every previous night.

She marveled at his self-discipline. He must have cared very deeply for Natalie to maintain his promise to her given the amount of pressure his father applied. She wondered if Natalie recognized just how fortunate she was to have someone so devoted to her. The other Terran males she encountered would have used her without a moment’s hesitation or a second thought about a fiancée light years away.

Tonight though his behavior was strange. He was distant. He seemed withdrawn ever since he returned from visiting Natalie earlier in the day. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen when he returned. She could not recall him saying more than a few words to her since. He did not even smoke a cigar with his father.

T’Pol heard something. She felt the bed tremble slightly. Then she heard him sniffle. And another tremble. Charles was… crying.

“Charles, is something wrong?”

“No.”

“I can tell you are crying. You have been distracted since returning from Natalie’s house. Did something happen between the two of you?”

T’Pol felt him shift. She was certain he turned to lie on his back.

“I told Natalie I had to satisfy your Pon’farr. I couldn’t hide it from her. I couldn’t lie to her. I love her.” T’Pol heard another sniffle. “She got upset. She broke off our engagement. She says she won’t marry me.”

T’Pol felt a twinge of… guilt. Her deception had put his marriage in jeopardy. “I am sorry.”

“It’s not your fault T’Pol. Natalie doesn’t understand. She said I broke my promise.” T’Pol heard another sniffle. “I don’t care if I did promise. I couldn’t let you die. She doesn’t believe me.” She heard him mumble something she could not understand. “She thinks I treat you like Tarah. She threw me out.”

T’Pol reached out her arm and touched his shoulder as she slid closer to him. “Charles…”

“Don’t touch me! Keep away…” Charles shrank away from her touch.

T’Pol pulled her hand away immediately. She moved to provide more distance between them. She listened to him periodically sniffle and cry until she fell asleep. Only years later, would she realize this was day she started to slowly destroy Charles Tucker III. When she was ‘finished’, the kind, gentle man was covered in so many layers of bitterness and resentment, only she could release him. And then only when they were alone and he felt secure.

The next morning T’Pol’s keen ears heard footsteps outside the door. They stopped. Charles had warned her this may happen and told her what to do if it did. She quickly slid over to his sleeping body and wrapped her arms around him.

Since he was facing away from her, the easiest way was to press her body into his back and wrap her arms across his chest.

As Charles had predicted, his father entered the room and silently came to the bedside. T’Pol opened her eyes but did not look at the disgusting Terran. She focused on his midsection.

“I see my lazy son is still asleep. If he sleeps much longer, he’ll miss breakfast.”

“Charles was up late last night.”

T’Pol heard an amused snort and then a chuckle. “Well, I guess maybe I was wrong about you… When he gets up, tell him to come down.”

An idea popped into her head that may buy Charles some credibility with his father. “It may be a while before we are able to join you. He often requires my attention in the morning. Given Tarah’s performance last evening, possibly twice.”

T’Pol heard his voice change. She hoped her ploy had worked. “Ah to be young again. Yeah, she is pretty special. I’ve never seen anyone dance like her. She was amazing last night. I’m glad he enjoyed her performance… I’ll talk to him later about it.” He was speaking but not to T’Pol. He turned and left them without saying a word.

She listened to Charles’ steady breathing. Somehow he had remained asleep through the exchange. She wondered when he actually did fall asleep. It must have been late for him to still be so sound asleep as not to have already awakened.

T’Pol knew she should move but she did not want to take the chance of waking him. So she remained with her body pressed up against his and her arms around his chest. She basked in his musky scent and wondered if he would now use her as his father expected. Now that his promise to Natalie was no longer a factor, would he expect her to satisfy his needs?

She felt a pang of guilt as she realized she would not be opposed to that. He had been remarkable during her so-called ‘Pon’farr’. Several times over the course of two days he had stripped away her Vulcan control and reduced her to a trembling, tingling mass of nerve endings. His skills were impressive. Having him do that to her on a regular basis would make this life forced upon her just a bit more bearable.

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T’Pol remembered Natalie’s rejection of Charles did not change his behavior. He did not ‘force’ her to satisfy his needs. In fact, prior to asking her to be his Empress, he never did anything beyond than leer and make suggestive comments. Even that was rare until years after she began to abuse him. She assumed it was a result of forcing her will onto him during the mind melds. For years, she would seduce him and then use a mind meld to erase the memory of their encounter. Each time she would force onto him more of her anger and resentment over her slavery.

Repairing the damage she caused while raping his mind took nearly a year of almost daily healing mind melds. Even then some parts could not be repaired because the damage was too severe. She was witnessing a part of him she could not repair–his overwhelming need for retribution on those who challenged him. Anyone who interfered with his vision for the Galactic Empire was eliminated. All nine of Earth’s regional governors, four Starfleet Admirals and 23 Imperial Senators had learned this fatal lesson.

Non-Terrans had learned this by witnessing the battle at Rigel X and then the decimation of Denobula with a biogenic plague. In both cases he allowed just enough to live in order to spread word of the horrific consequences of defying him.

Her attention returned to Charles’ father and his pathetic attempt to insult his son.

Charles Tucker Jr. knew he faced death. He was the last surviving of Earth’s regional governors, although not for long. His son had seized power and promoted Vulcans equal to Terrans. He fought his son but ultimately lost the battle. He would now pay for that loss. The Empire’s technology was overwhelming. Many on Andoria had wanted to accede to his son’s demand even before Denobula was decimated. They wanted full citizenship in exchange for obedience. They needed it. When he had been military governor, the Empire had nearly stripped the planet bare and it relied on outside supplies just to maintain life.

Most Andorians were willing to submit if it meant they could get enough to eat.

“I assume you’re hauling me back to Earth for a public execution. So you can show everyone how you eliminate all threats, even your own father.”

Emperor Charles shook his head. “No. You’re a traitor, but you’re still my father. I won’t execute my own father in public. No matter how much you disgust me.” He drew his weapon and fired. Charles Tucker Jr. vanished before their eyes.

Shran and Jhamel stood stunned. Shran couldn’t believe the extent his old classmate had changed. He re-evaluated his new Emperor. It was clear Emperor Charles wasn’t the same person he knew two decades ago. Shran now fully recognized surrender was his people’s only choice. The Emperor had wiped out the entire Denobulan species as an example of his determination to end the rebellion. He had just personally killed his own father as a traitor. Any resistance would be eliminated. And yet he still honored his earlier promise of citizenship in the Galactic Empire to any Andorian swearing allegiance.

The only restriction was they gave up their warships and could not serve in Starfleet. Andorians would be second-class citizens, but citizens none-the-less. That was a pittance to pay in order for Andoria’s continued existence.

The End

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Nine of you have made comments

Thanks everyone for the comments so far. I have enjoyed them a lot!

This is the last of the three planned flashbacks to Emperor Charles I. I have another story idea in mind but I don't know when I'll get to it.

I want to thank startraveller776 for convincing me to post these...

Great addition. thanks for the additional flashbacks.

Thanks realy great.

I have finally managed to read all these ficlets, having been out of town for a while. THey were great, and I was so happy you kept adding more little snippets to the story. Well done

Kevin, these are awesome! You'll definitely have readers if you choose to continue. I hope you do when you get a chance. This is such an interesting universe you've created. I'm always drawn right in while reading. Great stuff. Thank you. :)

Thanks for writing more in this universe. It's been fun to read. Sorry to hear you're done, but I appreciate what you have given us.

Maybe I can talk ya into writing more, eh? ;-)

Great addition! It's been fun being your beta... I hope that maybe someday there will be more to beta! :-)

Wow, even MORE flashbacks! (Have I mentioned that I happen to like the Department of Backstory?) Nicely done, this keeps getting more complex! :)

I don't pretent to understand the mirror universe, not having seen the episodes (I saw everything else) but this is very imaginative and well written.