Emperor Charles I

Emperor Charles I

By Kevin

Rating: R (sexual situations and graphic violence)
Disclaimer: The characters mentioned within this text are the sole property of Paramount Studios, UPN, and Viacom. I intend no infringement.
Genre: AU
Summary: Scene additions to In a Mirror, Darkly with a transition to TOS’s Mirror, Mirror. Admiral Black, Captain Forrest, Commander Archer and Empress Sato each plot to gain Commander Charles Tucker’s loyalty. However he is loyal only to his slave.

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February 3, 2150

“Ahh, Admiral Black, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Haraad-Sar knew the Admiral only came to him for certain tasks of a sensitive nature. Typically he was asked to procure or eliminate something the Admiral did not want processed through normal Terran Empire channels. Fortunately the Admiral always paid handsomely by providing certain privileges and allowances not normally given to Orions.

After he heard the Admiral’s task, he shook his head in disbelief. This would be very difficult to accomplish.

“Admiral, you want me to procure one Vulcan female? In addition she must be attractive by human standards and a virgin?”

“Yes, will that be a problem, my friend?”

“What you ask is very difficult. Are you sure she must be a Vulcan? I can easily provide an Orion female. Or even Andorian.”

“Yes, I am sure. I must have a Vulcan female.”

He sighed. “This will be difficult Admiral. And dangerous. I am afraid the price will be high.”

“Don’t worry about the price. You will be rewarded appropriately, as always.”

“I will contact you after I have found a Vulcan female that meets your requirements.”

“I’m sure you will. Admiral Black out.”

The screen went blank. This would be an almost impossible task. Vulcan females rarely left their home world. He had no idea how to find one attractive by human standards. But he knew Admiral Black’s requests were really commands. He would have to find a way.

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June 28, 2150

Admiral Black came aboard Haraad-Sar’s ship. “So when can I see her?”

“Relax Admiral, there is plenty of time to discuss business. We should indulge our pleasures first.”

“No way, Haraad. The last time we indulged our pleasures first, you gave me a bunch of junk. I’m going to personally check her out while I’m still sober. Once I determine she’s what I want, then we’ll celebrate to our hearts’ content.”

“This way then. I have her in private quarters. She is too valuable for the cells.”

“Well, then lead on my friend.”

As Admiral Black entered the small quarters with Haraad-Sar, he saw a small, naked Vulcan female curled up and shivering in the corner.

“Why is she nude?”

“We had to remove her clothing in order to judge her attractiveness according to human standards. Even with the controller, she bites and kicks anyone who comes near.”

“Well, have her stand up. I need to get a look and see if she’ll do.”

“Stand up!”

T’Pol glared at the Orion. He pressed the remote. She howled and convulsed in pain.

“I said stand up! He needs to look at you.”

Her eyes were defiant but she stood up.

“Turn all the way around.”

Admiral Black was truly impressed. He couldn’t believe Haraad was able to do this well on his first attempt. She was perfect for his needs.

“Haraad, give me the remote and leave us alone. I need to speak with her.”

Haraad-Sar handed the Admiral the remote. “Be careful Admiral. She can withstand considerable pain. I did not put the most powerful controller on her. I wanted to ensure she would not be damaged prior to your arrival.”

He bowed and left the Admiral with the Vulcan female.

Admiral Black returned his view to the Vulcan female. She had curled back up in the corner. He reached into his bag and pulled out some clothes. He threw them at her.

“Here, put that on.”

She just glared at him.

“You can either put the clothes on or sit there naked for all I care. But you seem to be pretty cold.”

She quickly put the clothes on. She still remained curled up but the shivering stopped.

“What is your name?”

Still she just glared at him.

He stood up. “Look. I’m not screwing around here. You either cooperate or I’m turning you back over to Haraad-Sar. He’ll take you to an Orion slave market for sale. But not until after returning my clothes to me. I’m not sure if he’ll sell you with or without replacements. My guess not. I’m certain cooperating with me will be far less unpleasant for you.”

He could see her clench her jaw. She still just glared at him.

“Fine. Have it your way.” He started to walk out the door.

“T’Pol.”

He turned toward her. “What?”

“My name is T’Pol.”

“That’s better. Now cooperate with me and you will have some measure of comfort and freedom. If you don’t, well, I imagine a pretty, virgin Vulcan female is going to bring quite a price. You can probably guess what your new life will be like.”

She hesitated for a bit. Admiral Black couldn’t believe she was actually considering which path to take. She had to know exactly what her new role would be if she were returned to Haraad-Sar for sale.

“I will cooperate.”

“Smart choice.” She seemed to relax a bit. “I need you to work for me. I have a job that requires your specific talents.”

“What would that be?”

“I need you to make someone spy for me without him being aware of it.”

“How would I do that?”

“Through a mind meld. I’ll need you to take his memories from him and change them so he is unaware he is spying for me.”

“I do not know how to perform a mind meld.”

“Don’t worry. I have someone to train you. A Vulcan named Tolaris is aboard my ship and he will show you how.”

“Why me?”

“I have a certain Chief Engineer with a taste for alien women. I need you to convince him he satisfied your Pon’Farr and you are now his possession. That way the two of you will be assigned to the same ship. You will take his memories and report them to me.”

“Your plan is flawed. Vulcan females do not enter Pon’Farr.”

“He doesn’t know that. In fact, almost no Terrans know that. It’s not like your people advertise that.”

“I am unsure how to have sexual intercourse with a human. That is not discussed on my planet.”

“Look, have sex with him, don’t have sex with him. I don’t really care. Just make sure he thinks he has and he believes you are his property. Then take his memories from him and report back to me. I need to make sure there is no evidence he is spying for me.”

“Oh and one more thing T’Pol. If you cross Captain Forrest, he’ll kill you. If you cross me, I’ll give you back to Haraad-Sar in a heartbeat. Keep that in mind.”

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August 15, 2151

“Max I can’t believe you are putting that Vulcan on the bridge! She’s not Terran! How could you?” Hoshi Sato was furious at the thought of possibly sharing power with another woman. Even worse, it was a Vulcan.

“Commander Tucker won’t leave engineering. I don’t trust Major Reed. She’s the only other experienced officer.”

“But she’s Tucker’s property. How can you put her in a command position?”

“You’ve seen how she treats him. She sure doesn’t act like his property.”

“I know. I swear she’s done some Vulcan thing to control him.”

“He’s not the first man to fall under a woman’s thumb and he won’t be the last.” He pulled Hoshi close to him. “In fact, most would say he isn’t even the only one on this ship.” He smiled and bent down to kiss her.

“Besides, I need his loyalty. I’m certain Admiral Black assigned him to Enterprise to spy on me. I need him working for me and not Black. As long as I protect her, I know she’ll ensure his loyalty to me.”

“I imagine the fact she cannot be Captain helps too.”

“That thought did enter into it. She has no reason to kill me. She can’t take my rank. Making a move against me would only ensure her death.”

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January 14, 2155

Archer paced the room. He had taken command of Enterprise. However he was not sure how long he could hold his position. Forrest was popular with the alien crewmembers. Especially the Vulcans. He was not. Forrest had the loyalty of engineering. Archer wasn’t sure yet where he stood with Tucker. Since he is installing the Suliban cloak, at least so far he seems willing to follow orders.

“What’s wrong Jonathan?” Hoshi purred. She wanted him in bed again. It had been years since they were last together.

“I’m not sure I can hold this position. Reed and his MACOs will support whoever he thinks will come out on top. I can’t trust them. I need to know engineering is with me. I made T’Pol first officer but I don’t know if that’s enough to ensure Tucker’s loyalty. She knows the orders are fake.”

He’d rather blow T’Pol out an airlock as a warning to the rest of the crew. But he needed Tucker’s loyalty and that meant he needed T’Pol alive. He even made her first officer in an attempt to seal the deal. Hopefully that would be enough. She was the only one who held any influence over Tucker.

“Max told me he has no interest in command. Besides you’ve seen the two of them. She treats him like he is her slave. I guarantee you if you gain her loyalty, you will have his. She holds his leash. And a pretty short one at that.”

Archer wasn’t sure about this plan. It seemed too complicated and risky for his tastes. Archer had been on the ship long enough to know engineering was loyal to Tucker and Tucker alone. They outnumbered the MACOs and had control of the ship’s systems. No one could command Enterprise for very long without Tucker’s support or at least acceptance. He tried to find a way to ensure that without involving T’Pol. Unfortunately he could not.

He didn’t trust Vulcans. He also didn’t trust women. She was both.

Hoshi chose not to share that she knew how T’Pol controlled Tucker. Before Enterprise left space dock, she had installed cameras in Tucker’s quarters so she could spy on him for Captain Forrest. She never told anyone about the number of occasions she watched the two have sex. It was unfortunate for him that T’Pol always changed his memories with a mind meld after she was finished with him. She was certain T’Pol lured Tucker to his quarters in order to manipulate him for her own purposes.

She felt herself get wet. T’Pol took him as often as three times a week. She could tell why. His dick was one of the largest she had seen. Much larger than either Forrest’s or Archer’s. And his stamina was amazing. Plus he was quite generous with his fingers and tongue. He always made T’Pol writhe in ecstasy.

The mental image of Tucker and T’Pol’s passionate sex and beautiful bodies fueled her arousal. It was a shame the accident left his faced horribly scarred. He had been good looking before it happened. She felt her hard nipples rub against her negligee. She could tell her panties were damp. Fantasizing about the power struggle aboard Enterprise and Tucker kicked her libido into overdrive.

She looked at Archer. He would do for now. Her desire for powerful men always won out over more primal desires.

She only wished that Tucker had any ambition at all. Regardless of his damaged face, she would kill Forrest and Archer herself if it meant Tucker would be Captain and he could be hers. A powerful man who is a great lover trumped a powerful man any time. His damaged face would only ensure he was that much more grateful for her affection. Unlike T’Pol, she would ensure Tucker never forgot about their time together.

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January 22, 2155

Empress Sato walked toward the brig. Travis moved Tucker along with a rifle jabbed in his back. She needed Tucker’s loyalty to take over the empire. He was key to maintaining her control over the ship. Without the ship, her reign wouldn’t last two minutes. Fortunately she was in possession of just the leverage needed to ensure he would always serve her.

With one final shove, Travis pushed Tucker in front of the cell that held T’Pol. She was curled up on the floor moaning in pain. “What did you do to her?” He put his face to the clear aluminum barrier to see what was wrong.

“She will live. I had Phlox demonstrate his loyalty to me by doing what he does best. It’s not pleasant for her but she will survive.”

He turned to Sato. The phaser rifle Travis pointed at him reminded him he would never get close enough to exact his revenge.

“And now it’s time for you to demonstrate your loyalty. You have a choice to make Commander.”

“And that is…”

“You can pledge your loyalty to me, your Empress, and serve me for the rest of your life. I will allow you to keep her and ensure no harm ever comes to either of you.”

“Or…”

“I will put you in the cell next to hers. Phlox will keep you conscious while every man on this ship demonstrates his loyalty to me by raping her repeatedly. When Phlox feels he can no longer keep you conscious, he will slowly kill her before you pass out. While we have lost a lot of people, there are still 28 men besides you. Phlox has assured me he can keep both of you conscious for days.”

Tucker had believed Major Reed was the ultimate embodiment of evil. As he stared at Sato through his barely controlled rage, he realized she made Reed look like a choirboy. He lust for power was satanic in its extent.

“So which choice will it be?” She knew he really had no choice at all.

He hung his head. “I will serve you, Empress Sato.”

She would not let him off that easily. “You will pledge your loyalty in the old way, on your knees.”

She saw the rage in his face. He knelt before her. “I pledge my obedience to only you, Empress Sato, for as long as your reign lasts.”

“Please rise Commander Tucker, I accept your pledge.”

The comm sounded. “Ready sir.”

Tucker lifted his face to Sato’s, “two to transport.”

Sato made a strange face at him. Then she felt herself slowly dematerialize. “Wha…”

Even though T’Pol was in extreme pain, she had watched the entire exchange. She did not understand what happened to Sato and Mayweather. Only she and Tucker remained in the brig.

He looked at T’Pol. She had a confused expression on her face. He gave a sneer. “I guess her reign wasn’t all that long.”

T’Pol managed to struggle out, “what… did… you… do…”

“I scattered their molecules in space.”

Charles Tucker went to the comm panel. “Did everything go according to plan?”

“Yes, sir. You have control of the ship.” Tucker turned to towards T’Pol when the panel sounded again. “We pledge our loyalty to you Emperor Tucker!”

“Good job Rusty. Now we can fix this Empire. Tucker out.”

A few moments later the door to the brig opened and an armed MACO escorted Phlox into the room. “For you my Emperor.” He gave Tucker a phaser rifle. “I will protect you with my life.”

Phlox stood shaking with fear in front of the new Emperor. Over the past four days he had made three mistakes that he was sure were about to cost him dearly.

He had ensured Tucker’s time in the booth was especially horrific. Archer had ordered him broken and Phlox did everything in his power to accomplish that goal. Unfortunately he had failed to gain a confession.

He had joined the other aliens in their failed attempt to disable the Defiant. T’Pol and he were the only conspirators who remained alive. T’Pol’s control over Tucker meant that Phlox would be the only one to suffer for the failure.

He had injected T’Pol with a powerful toxin that would cause extreme pain but not death in a healthy Vulcan. Although Empress Sato had forced him to do it, he decided to make the dosage as high as he thought T’Pol could withstand. It was only later that Empress Sato notified him she needed T’Pol kept alive as long as possible. The dosage was high enough the outcome was not certain.

Tucker was known for holding grudges. Phlox’s only hope was that Tucker’s rage was so blinding he could kill Phlox quickly instead of drawing out his death.

“What’d you to her?”

“I injected her with a toxin. It is painful but not fatal. Her system will pass it in a few hours.”

“I should kill you for what you have done to her!”

Phlox’s fear completely overwhelmed him. Tucker was going to make him pay for his mistakes. “Please, Emperor, there was nothing I could do. I had to pledge my loyalty. I had no other choice. If you let me live, I will relieve her pain.”

Tucker saw the damp spot on the doctor’s pant leg grow larger and head toward the floor. The doctor was so frightened he had wet himself.

“Please spare my life… I will be your loyal servant forever…”

“You better hope it is not fatal. If she dies, I will make sure your death is as slow and painful as possible. While I may not be as skilled as you, I do have access to your logs.” He continued, “I have work to do. You’ll stay her and treat her. But first…”

Tucker picked up a metal rod and swung it just above Phlox’s left knee. All four heard the bone crunch as it shattered and Phlox collapsed onto the ground.

“That will be a reminder to you for what you did to her. Only after she is healthy again will you be able to treat your injury.”

He handed the rod to the MACO. “If he gives you any problems give him another reminder. Dealer’s choice. Just keep him alive.” Before he left he faced the MACO again, “and if she dies, start by crushing his feet and hands. I will return to finish him off myself.”

The MACO smiled at the doctor. It was an evil smile that indicated he would enjoy his task if it came to that.

The doctor drug himself to T’Pol in order to treat her as soon as possible.

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“Sir, they are hailing us.”

“On screen.”

“Where is Sato?”

“Her reign was short lived.”

“Thank you for saving us! Thank you Commander Tucker!”

“Not so fast. That is Emperor Charles I.”

“What? How dare you…”

“The Empire is corrupt and needs fixing. I’m going to clean house. Starting with you. Fire!”

“What are…” The screen went blank.

“Send a message telling them that was only a start.”

“Sir, Phlox reports that T’Pol is fine again. He is asking permission to treat himself.”

“Tell him I’ll be there to confirm his claim.”

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Tucker entered the brig to see T’Pol sitting on a bunk. She appeared well again. As instructed the MACO left the door open but kept an eye out. Phlox was still on the floor.

“You all right T’Pol?”

“Yes. I am tired, but the doctor was able to have the toxin pass quickly. I will be fine.” She resisted the urge to kick the doctor’s head as she looked down on him. She reminded herself that he had been forced to inject the toxin into her.

“Good. You may treat yourself now doctor.”

“Thank you sir.”

Tucker turned to the MACO, “please leave us.”

“Are you sure, sir?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine.” He tapped the phaser rifle at his side.

T’Pol looked at him. “So what now?”

“Now we fix the Empire. You two aren’t the only ones who’ve read the database.”

Phlox looked up at Tucker, “And how do you propose that?”

“The Empire is fighting on three fronts. We can’t fight the Tholians, the rebellion and the reformers at the same time. We have to fix that. Most in Starfleet will support me to fix the internal problems with the Empire. It has become corrupt and no longer serves the needs of my people. We will end the rebellion and shore up defenses against the Tholians.”

T’Pol was skeptical. “You can’t end the rebellion by force. This one ship won’t be enough.”

“I have no intention of ending it by force. There is only one way to end it. I will convince the Andorians and Vulcans they have a stake in the Empire’s future. Only then will the Empire be strong enough to endure.”

“And how will you do that?”

He stared right at T’Pol. He had to know where she stood. He risked it all. He tossed the phaser rifle to her. “By making you my Empress. You will rule at my side. Together we will rule a Galactic Empire. It will no longer be a Terran Empire. We will grant full citizenship to all non-Terrans that pledge their obedience.”

T’Pol understood his gesture. Even though technically she was his registered as his property, both knew that she was in control, even if he was Terran. By giving her the rifle, he demonstrated his utmost trust in her. He wanted to rule the Empire with her by his side. She would have the power to not only save her people but also make them equal to Terrans in his new empire. While it would not be the United Federation of Planets she read about, it might be the best possible outcome for this universe.

Two days ago she struggled to control her emotions after reading how the alternate T’Pol loved and cherished the alternate Charles Tucker. She never understood the meanings of those two words. Instead she had manipulated and abused him to satisfy her own needs. She had raped him mentally and physically hundreds of times over the years. She had turned him into the angry, resentful man he had become.

Her mistakes even led the accident that ruined his aesthetically pleasing face.

Now she was free to choose a new path. Admiral Black was gone. Captain Forrest was gone. Only Charles Tucker remained. He would never return her to the Orions. He would never kill her. He would be her Emperor. She would be his Empress.

She walked toward him and returned the rifle to his shoulder. She gently placed her hands on his chest and leaned in close. “Will your people accept that?” She smiled at him, “My Emperor.”

He smiled back. “If we reform the Empire and strengthen our defenses, they will.” He looked deep into her eyes. “So will you be my Empress?”

She stared at him. He was a changed man. He seemed to have a purpose now. “Of course. You have never expressed ambition in the past. Why the sudden change?”

“I never saw any point before. I could never change this living hell. This ship, its weapons and its database changed that. I can make things better. We can together. Like they did.”

She realized he had also read about their alternate lives together.

She would try to become more like her counterpart. Her primary hope was that she had not completely destroyed any part of him that was similar to his counterpart.

The look he saw in her eyes was one he had not seen in years. It was acceptance and desire. She did not look at him as he had become accustomed to. The way everyone looked at him. There was no longer contempt, disgust or pity in her eyes. “I will be your Empress.” She pulled his head down to kiss him passionately.

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August 12, 2156

Empress T’Pol lay on top of her Emperor. Both were exhausted after their marathon love making session. Since becoming secure in his position, he made love to her with reckless abandon. In fact, her sensitive ears detected that his ability to reduce a Vulcan female to a writhing, moaning mass of nerve endings increased his status considerably among his bodyguards. The initial assumption by the Terrans was he took her as Empress for no other reason than to pull the Vulcans tighter into the Empire. Only later they realized this assumption was incorrect.

Through their bond, he caught her musings. He too recognized that both his bodyguards and ministers often looked at him with a sense of awe. Everyone had assumed their mating was for political purposes only. They could not believe a Vulcan woman would ever choose a human as a mate, especially one as visibly scarred as Emperor Charles I. Soon everyone recognized not only were the couple brutally efficient in their pursuit of strengthening the Galactic Empire but they were joined together so strongly as to remove all doubt that Terrans and Vulcans were meant to rule the galaxy together.

Something had been troubling him for some time. He was tired of having to deal with the rebellion. It was an irritant that prevented them from addressing all of the necessary reforms. “I am tired of this rebellion. I can’t believe the Andorians were so angry at my choice of a Vulcan Empress, they turned to open rebellion.”

She sensed his frustration. He had hoped his offer of full citizenship to the Andorians would end the rebellion. As she expected though, his choice of Empress only infuriated them. “Perhaps it is time to make an example of them.” She had never been able to hide her bitterness toward the Andorians from him.

“No, I believe we need the Andorians. But we do need to make an example of someone.” He already knew his choice.

“Are you sure about this choice? Why eliminate the Denobulans? They are not militarily significant.”

“That’s exactly why. They can’t contribute much to the Empire anyway. They are centrally located, though, so news of their elimination will travel quickly. It will show the rebellion how determined I… we… are.” He gave her an evil smirk, “plus Phlox eliminated my chance to ever produce an heir. For that reason alone Denobula should be reduced to ash. They must pay for his crime.”

T’Pol remembered the day Charles had found out the toxin Phlox used to torture her had rendered her sterile. She could never bear Charles a child to continue their line. Charles had extended Phlox’s agonizing death over several days. He had granted T’Pol’s wish though and she finished him off with a swift kick to the head as Phlox writhed on the floor. His neck snapped and ended his life. She admired the symmetry that Phlox had died as he had lived.

They both realized their only legacy could be a strong Galactic Empire. While the rebellion continued, they had been unable to remove the last vestiges of corruption remaining from the Terran Empire. They dedicated all of their energy to the crushing the rebellion and strengthening the Empire.

“Not all of our energy,” Charles reminded her.

She chuckled at him. She felt him get hard underneath her. “Most of our energy.” She lifted herself to take him.

“Some of our energy.” He stared at her. “Later…”

Both were laughing as she slid down on top of him. He would worry about eliminating Denobula later. For now he had a more urgent matter to take care of. Nothing took precedence over his Empress. Not even genocide of those who defied their rule.

The End

Epilogue
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The reign of Emperor Charles I and Empress T’Pol I lasted for thirty-two years. Together they were able to brutally crush the rebellion and ‘reform’ the Galactic Empire (the term Terran being replaced by Galactic as soon as their reign began) in less than four years. For the next five years they fought a defensive war of attrition against the Tholians until they had fully rebuilt their strength. When that was accomplished, they returned to focus on the total elimination of the Tholians.

Six years later an armada of Imperial warships decimated the final fifty-seven Tholian ships. Eight months after, the genocide called The Tholian War came to an end with the destruction of the last Tholian civilian colony.

After the death of Emperor Charles I, the Terrans obeyed his wish and supported Empress T’Pol I as she reigned alone for the next fifty-two years before returning rule of the Empire to a new Imperial Senate. She passed away a few months later.

The Imperial Senate though soon demonstrated its inability to run the Galactic Empire with the single-minded focus of Emperor Charles I and Empress T’Pol I. Corruption and decadence soon overcame the Senators and the Galactic Empire again was on a shaky footing little more than three decades after Empress T’Pol I’s reign ended.

Mr. Spock realized this Galactic Empire could no longer last after his encounter with another Captain Kirk. He never had the chance to admire the symmetry in the fact that the same United Federation of Planets that had led to the creation of the Galactic Empire would ultimately be responsible for its downfall.

A sequel follows in Empress Mother

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

Great MU story. I wish for an expanded version of it. T'Pol's and Charle's first meeting. Her original seduction of him. The accident that ruined his face, etc.

Fun! I love that your stories are their own interesting world, whether you dive into MU or RU. I hope to see more stories from you. I'd love to see you dive into this universe again.

ITs a shame that they didnt read the Defiants Files on Lizze an how she came to be. ;) then they could of had their heir,, and many more if they so wished it.

But damn good MU Fic!!

wow-great story!

Fun stuff! I would also like to see more stories set in this universe, either before or after this story. There seems to be loads of potential!! :)

Yes I agree with boushh, this universe seems like it would be fun. MORE!!!

Great story!

I'm with lith4. I'd love to read about Trip and T'Pol's first meeting.

More please!! :-)

Thanks for the feedback. I'm not sure if I will write any more about this universe. I wanted to make a bridge from ST:E where Vulcans were at best second class citizens, to ST:TOS where a Vulcan could command Enterprise.

If I do, I would probably write about how Charles and T'Pol meet. I haven't figured out how they meet yet. I'm not sure if Admiral Black just introduces them or if he arranges for an "accidental" meeting somehow.

I doubt I would write about anything after that because from then until toward the end of this story, the relationship is completely non-consensual and I don't want to write about that. I see T'Pol taking her anger out on Trip for being kidnapped and being threatened with sexual slavery or death. I intentionally used the words 'abuse' and 'rape' to stress this was not pleasant in any way.

I have the story line for their destruction of Denobula worked out, but I am not sure if I will write it. It is pretty dark and doesn't seem to add much. If I could figure out how Charles got injured, there is a logical place to insert a back story. I could probably tie them together somehow.

I loved these little snippets, and most of all you put into words what I think the writers of the episode forgot... He who controls the engines has the power.

Thanks for not forgetting that. Also, I'm glad for the resolution between Trip & T'Pol. Very nice. :-)

Woooooow. Didn't see that one coming. Cool, gj! :)