Princess T'Pol

TRIP/T’POLERS MU FANFIC CHALLENGE

Princess T’Pol

by Kevin

Rating: PG-13 (language and adult 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 Challenge
Summary: Princess T’Pol commands an Imperial Vulcan Battle Group. An accident forces her and her servant into a parallel universe.

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Part 1

*** Bridge of the Tal’Kyr ***

She sat in her chair on herbridge. She indulged herself with two very inappropriate emotions. She basked in herpower. She commanded the First Imperial Vulcan Battle Group made up of three D’Kyr combat cruisers and five Surak light cruisers. As she ran herleft hand through herservant’s hair, she felt herlust rise in its attempt to overtake herfeeling of power.

She was the most decorated active battle group commander in the Imperial Vulcan Fleet. She could balance logic and her lust for power in a way no other Vulcan could. As she looked down at her servant’s broad shoulders, she realized it was because of him. He provided an outlet for her most primal urges and allowed her to walk the line between her absolute control over them and surrendering completely to them. It gave her an advantage over her…fellow commanders. Peers would be the wrong word since she had no peer in the fleet.

( Soon I will dispatch the Klingon raiders. )

( Yes Princess. ) Her servant responded.

( When we have dispatched them, I will allow you to demonstrate your affection. )

( I live to serve you Princess. )

( I know. )

“Princess T’Pol, we have the Klingons on scanners. Four battle cruisers and seven bird of prey.”

She growled silently. Hardly a challenge. “Lay in an intercept course. Instruct the fleet to form up. Allow no survivors.”

“Yes, Princess. Intercept course laid in.”

“Engage.”

( I need you in engineering. Go to chief engineer T’Pril. Attend to her needs. Notify me of any problems. )

( Yes, Princess. )

At this moment her lust for power took priority. She needed him in engineering to assist Subcommander T’Pril. Unlike Vulcan males, he possessed enough skill to help T’Pril with basic engineering repairs if needed. And he could keep her apprised of ship’s status better than the comm.

She would have to wait to sate her other lust until the battle was complete.

“Solar, Nivek, escort my servant to engineering. Ensure my property is not harmed. I expect you to protect it with your lives.”

They responded in unison. “Yes, Princess.”

Her servant rose to its feet and entered the turbo lift flanked by the two security guards.

Solar looked at his Princess’s servant, her human, with disgust. As a command officer in the Imperial Vulcan Fleet, she had the right to take servants from the subjugated worlds. They were expected to provide domestic or factory labor or perform tasks too dangerous for Vulcans. But Princess T’Pol treated this one like a cherished pet. Or worse. There were rumors she had bonded with it in order to ensure its devotion to her. It was the only logical conclusion as to why she always sent it to engineering during battle. There was no other way it could communicate with her. The large scar across its throat was a testament to that fact.

Even worse, I have to protect it with my life.

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The battle ended quickly. The Klingons were no match for her ships. There were no survivors. Although they were her enemy, she always granted them an honorable death. Someday the Klingons will learn not to cross me. A surge of emotion washed over her. She was like a Warrior Princess of old. She yearned for the day the High Command would unleash her. She would command a fleet of battle groups and grant honorable deaths to as many Klingons as her ships could reach.

She looked at her devoted servant preparing for her neuropressure session. Tonight she would test him. He had demonstrated his exquisite skill many times. Tonight he would also have to demonstrate his stamina. It had been a long time since she felt like this.

Later she felt the tension of battle melt away as her servant performed the neuropressure perfectly. It only made her focus more on the remaining tension.

( You have done well. It is time for you to demonstrate your affection. )

( Yes, Princess. )

Her servant slid her onto her back and moved over her. Years of service and being bound to her had perfected his skill. He knew exactly those areas of her body that would give her the most pleasure.

( Oh. yes. ) She shuddered as he ran his tongue along the shell of her ear.

Her comm. link sounded. “Princess T’Pol. Incoming communication for you.”

She growled and pounded her fists onto the floor. Not now. I am busy.

He knew she would have to accept the communication. He hesitated for less than a moment. She had not granted him permission to stop.

She sensed his trepidation. ( You may stop. I have to take this. )

( I will retrieve your robe Princess. )

She returned to the comm. system. “Give me a moment. I was meditating.”

She donned her robe and gathered her composure as much as possible. Her servant knelt at her feet.

“Put it through.”

“Yes, Princess.”

The communication panel came to life. It was her mother. “Mother, I was not expecting you to contact me.”

“I wished to congratulate you on your success today.”

“That is not necessary. The Klingons did not pose a challenge to my ships.”

“I would speak with you in person. I am on the Ti’Mur. We will arrive in six hours.”

“I will greet you.”

“Queen T’Les out.”

The panel went blank. She sighed. What could be so important as to cause my mother to come all this way? She has not seen me in person for nearly twelve years.

( You will be unable to complete your demonstration tonight. I need to rest. )

( I understand. I serve at your pleasure. )

She looked down at her servant. She wanted so much for him to sate her lust this evening. Unfortunately there had been many nights like this while she commanded the battle group. She did take solace knowing that experience had taught her denial would make tomorrow evening even better.

For tonight she had to settle for him wrapped around her as she slept. His steady heartbeat combined with his scent allowed her to forget her mother and sleep peacefully.

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Queen T’Les greeted her daughter aboard the Tal’Kyr. As was proper, T’Pol’s human stood half a meter behind her with its eyes downcast.

T’Les joined her daughter in her private dining suite. Her daughter’s servant prepared a perfect meal and tended to their every need. When it determined their needs had been met, it knelt at T’Pol’s feet. T’Les stiffened when she saw it lean its head on T’Pol’s thigh. She glared at her daughter after she placed her hand on its head and began to stroke its hair. But T’Pol did not pay attention to her mother. Her focus was elsewhere.

T’Les had enough of her daughter’s indulgent behavior. “Daughter, it is most inappropriate for you to treat it this way. What will others think if they were to observe this behavior?”

T’Pol was startled away from the object of her attention. “I am a Princess and a commander of a battle group. It is mine. I can treat it in any way that pleases me.”

T’Pol returned her mother’s glare. She was a stubborn has her mother.

“I am ashamed of you my daughter. You have bonded with it, have you not?”

“What makes you say such a thing?”

“You have removed its ability to speak. I observed that it served us perfectly this morning without a single verbal command from you. It is logical to assume you have bonded with it in order to command it telepathically.”

“Yes, I have. He… It… is now better able to serve my needs. And I can ensure its loyalty and devotion.”

T’Les started to feel disgust at her daughter. “How could you have done such a thing? You will not be able to command a battle group forever. Soon you will have to return home to raise children. How will you be able to select a mate now that you have bonded with it?”

“I do not wish to return home to raise children. I wish to command my battle group.”

“But your primary responsibility is to continue the line. You will need a Vulcan male for that.”

“When that time comes, there will be multiple candidates to contribute genetic material.”

T’Les snorted in disgust. Eight years of absolute power and isolation had distorted her values.

“I see I have failed in my duties as your mother. I should not have indulged you so. The Tucker’s are my most valued servants. I should never have given you their son. You have damaged it to suit your needs.”

“He is my property. It is logical that he suit my needs. He is not damaged.”

( I live to serve your needs. ) He stroked her calf.

She looked down at him as she stroked his hair. ( I know. You serve me well. )

“Mother, I do not believe there is anything more to discuss on this topic.”

“I quite agree.”

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He knew that his Princess would need to meditate this evening before he performed her neuropressure. He could tell his Princess’ conversation with her mother troubled her. He arranged her candles and meditation pillows perfectly. He knelt by her side and awaited her command.

Hours later she lay awake as her servant slept. He had indeed been able to sate her lust for now. She thought back to what her mother had said. He had been hers for over fifteen years. She had long since stopped treating him like a servant. He was a cherished possession. His human emotions allowed her to indulge herself. She could not imagine a Vulcan male sating her lust as thoroughly as he did. The thought of taking a Vulcan male as a mate was distasteful to her. Their only use were as soldiers to kill her enemies and guards to protect her treasure. Sometime in the future one would be required to provide genetic material so she could have children, but that would be well into the future, if ever. Her only interest was commanding a battle group and the power it gave her.

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The next morning found her on the bridge as usual. Her servant knelt by her side. She could tell he was tired. She purred to herself. He had attended to her needs until he passed out in exhaustion. He had demonstrated both his skill and stamina to her satisfaction.

( You pleased me well last night. )

She felt a wave of concern come over him.

( Do not pay attention to my mother. You are in no way damaged. She does not understand how you please me. )

She felt a warm sensation from him.

“Princess T’Pol, we have detected an anomaly off our port. Should we investigate?”

She thought about it for a moment. They had time to investigate. “Plot a course.”

“Yes Princess.”

That was the first mistake the commander of the Tal’Kyr ever made. As they approached the anomaly, an energy wave hit the ship and disabled its systems. Even worse it rendered the Vulcan crew unconscious.

He knelt over his Princess as waves of panic flooded through him. She was alive but he could not feel the bond any more. He was the only one unaffected. Slowly he regained control using the breathing and concentration exercises she taught him. The most important goal was to save her. He had to get her off the ship. Its systems had failed and he did not understand enough to repair them. He was only able to follow Subcommander T’Pril’s instructions to affect repairs.

Fortunately the shuttles were not harmed by the energy wave. He was able to blow the launch doors and exit the ship. He left the Tal’Kyr behind as it started to drift aimlessly through space. He activated the automated distress call. Once that was done, he returned to his Princess. He knelt at her side. He had no idea what was wrong with her or how to help her. He only hoped that an Imperial Vulcan ship would detect the distress call and rescue them. If not, he hoped that the Klingons would destroy the ship and kill them both.

He shuddered to think what would happen if the Klingons discovered who was aboard the shuttle. He had no weapon to protect her. They would kill him instantly. The Klingons would keep her alive as long as they could. They would mutilate her or worse, perform despicable acts on her. A wave of panic washed over him. He could not protect her.

*** Bridge of the Enterprise ***

“Travis, back us off a bit. I want to make sure we don’t get caught in its wake.”

“Aye, aye Captain.”

Archer looked at the anomaly. Neither Starfleet nor the Vulcans had ever encountered anything like this. Sensors indicated it wasn’t completely there, but yet sensors could not detect anything behind it.

T’Pol spoke up. “Captain, we are detecting an automated distress call. It is Vulcan.”

“Where is it coming from?”

“It appears to be coming from the anomaly. It is approaching.”

“Put it on screen Commander.”

The bridge crew saw a Vulcan shuttle approach them. T’Pol spoke up. “It appears to be on automatic navigation.”

“Can you tell if there are any life signs aboard?”

“I detect one Vulcan and one human. Both appear alive. However neither are moving.”

“They are not responding to hails either.”

“T’Pol, see if you can transport them aboard. Take two MACOs and Phlox with you.”

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He heard noises behind him as he stared at an unfamiliar wall. He did not detect the stench of Klingons. Princess T’Pol’s rescuers had to be Vulcan. He lifted his Princess up to carry her to safety. When he turned around he saw her. His Princess. Not quite. This one had short hair. And she did not wear the robes of a battle group commander. Her attire was unknown to him.

His reaction though was automatic. He knelt in front of her holding his Princess. He searched for the bond to communicate with her, but could not find it. He was confused. He did not know what to do. He took a chance and raised his face up to meet her eyes. He hoped she would understand and not punish him.

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Phlox and the two MACOs gasped when Trip and T’Pol arrived on the transporter pad. Or at least two that looked like them. Both wore longer hair and Vulcan robes. Trip did not say a single word. T’Pol appeared to be unconscious.

The ‘new Trip’ knelt in front of Enterprise’s T’Pol and appeared to wait for something. When it did not come, he seemed to sheepishly raise his head to look at her.

Dr. Phlox approached the two. “Is she injured?”

He ignored Dr. Phlox other than to move the ‘new T’Pol’ in order to put himself between her and Dr. Phlox. He looked at T’Pol again.

T’Pol looked at the doctor, “I do not believe he understands you.” She returned to the ‘new Trip’ and switched to Vulcan. ** “Is she injured?”**

He nodded at her but did not say anything.

**“Are you injured?”**

He shook his head but again did not say anything.

She continued. **“Can you understand any language other than Vulcan?”** He shook his head.

**“Are you able to speak?”*8 He shook his head.

**“Why not?”** He gave her a puzzled look. After receiving no response, he lifted his head. She saw the scar across his throat.

“T’Pol the investigation can wait. We need to get her to sick bay so that I can figure out what is wrong with her.”

“Yes of course doctor.”

She returned to him. His eyes were again downcast. **“Please follow me.”** He nodded and rose to his feet.

No one seemed to be in any danger from the visitors so they dismissed the MACOs and went to sick bay.

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Eventually, T’Pol was able to convince the ‘‘new Trip’’ that Dr. Phlox meant no harm to the ‘‘new T’Pol’’ and would help her. He laid her gently on the bio-bed and knelt at her side. He refused to move from her side and almost got violent with Dr. Phlox when he tried to get the ‘‘new Trip’’ to move out of the way.

Dr. Phlox determined that the ‘‘new T’Pol’’ was in a healing trance and would regain consciousness in few hours. She appeared to suffer some sort of neural trauma.

Captain Archer assembled Phlox, T’Pol and Trip in the situation room.

“Trip, have you analyzed the shuttle to find out where it came from?” Travis had been able to maneuver the Vulcan shuttle into the launch bay.

“Yes, Captain. Originally it appeared to be a typical Vulcan shuttle but we found some minor differences. So we ran detailed scans on it. Its quantum signature is slightly off. We think it’s not from our universe.”

“That would explain our guests.”

Trip hadn’t heard anything about the shuttle’s occupants. “What do you mean Doc?”

Dr. Phlox injected, “The shuttle had a crew of two people. Other than the difference in quantum signature, they are Commander Tucker and Commander T’Pol with only superficial changes.”

A shudder went down Trip’s spine at that statement. “Did they tell you how they got here?”

Dr. Phlox took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure how to inform Trip. “The ‘new Commander T’Pol’ is in a healing trance and will not come out of it for another three to four hours. The ‘new Commander Tucker’ is unable to speak. His vocal cords have been removed.”

Trip wasn’t sure how that could be described as a superficial change.

Phlox paused to let his words sink in. “It seems like until the ‘new Commander T’Pol’ regains consciousness, there is little more we can find out.”

“Trip, is there anything on the shuttle that could help us?”

“No Captain. Beyond being assigned to the Imperial Vulcan combat cruiser Tal’Kyr, there appears to be no information on the shuttle.”

“See if you can enter the shuttle and find out any more.”

Dr. Phlox decided to broach a sensitive topic. He wanted to inform both Captain Archer and Commander Tucker in a controlled environment. He was mostly concerned about Commander Tucker’s reaction.

“There seems to be an unusual dynamic between the ‘new Commander Tucker’ and ‘new Commander T’Pol.’ As you will observe,” he brought up the image from sick bay. The ‘‘new Trip’’ still knelt by the side of the ‘‘new T’Pol’.’ “He shows an uncommon dedication to her. He can only understand Vulcan. There are some rather strange injuries.”

Trip just looked at Phlox. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear this after Phlox classified his vocal cords being removed as a superficial change.

Dr. Phlox continued. “His vocal cords were removed with great skill. The scar on his throat is clean and perfect. It is as if the intent was to ensure the scar was clearly visible. He has two scars from very deep bite marks.”

After seeing Trip’s reaction, he chose to leave out that the ‘new Commander Tucker’ had been given a vasectomy instead of simply being castrated. There could be only one explanation for the more complex procedure. Trip did not appear capable of dealing with that revelation.

Archer looked at T’Pol. She seemed lost in thought. “T’Pol, do you have anything to add? Do you have any idea how this could have happened?”

“I am not sure Captain. It appears the anomaly might be a gateway to a parallel universe. There are stories that long ago in Vulcan’s violent past the servants of a tribe’s matriarch would have their ability to speak taken away. There are few recorded details. Given the reference to the Vulcan empire, one possibility is that in the other universe, my people did not completely leave our past behind. As yet however there are no data to support any conclusions.”

Captain looked around the room. “Dismissed everyone. I guess until she comes to, there isn’t much more we can do.”

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Archer had a bit of difficulty wrapping his brain around the two Trips and two T’Pols entering his situation room. He’d ordered them there as soon as Dr. Phlox said it was okay. The ‘‘new T’Pol’’ scowled a bit when she saw him and clenched her fists. He seemed to bother her for some reason.

Then things got even stranger. After the ‘‘new T’Pol’’ took her seat, the ‘‘new Trip’’ knelt by her side and laid his head on her thigh. She rested her hand on his head. She stared right at Trip as he took a seat. Archer noticed Trip received the same scowl that he received just moments ago.

The ‘‘new T’Pol’’ looked at their T’Pol, “I am surprised you allow yours on the furniture. Mine is not permitted the use of furniture.” Except her bed, but she did not feel the need to share that detail.

T’Pol looked at the ‘‘new T’Pol’,’ “I am not sure what you mean?”

“Servants are to remain on the floor when by their owner’s side.”

Trip blurted out, “I am not her servant!”

The ‘‘new T’Pol’’ shot a stern look at him, “Do not address me in this fashion! You are human! You serve the Vulcan Empire!”

She gave an angry glare at their T’Pol. “You have not disciplined him properly. If we were aboard my ship, he would be killed for that outburst.”

“There is no Vulcan Empire. And Vulcans certainly have not enslaved humans. This is a human ship. Captain Archer is the commanding officer. I am his second in command.”

“You are second to a human! And he,” she pointed to Trip, “is not yours?”

“Most certainly not!” It was not a complete lie.

The ‘‘new T’Pol’’s’ face softened a bit and looked down to the one who knelt by her side. “That is most unfortunate for you. He is my most cherished possession.” She stroked his hair as he rubbed her thigh with his cheek.

Trip hung his head and wrapped both hands around it. His head pounded. This was all too much to take in. Please breach warp core. Please breach warp core. Anything to stop this hell.

Archer felt one monster tension headache coming on. But he was determined to regain control of the situation. He proceeded to introduce his officers. When he was complete, the ‘‘new T’Pol’’ nodded her head.

“I am Princess T’Pol, in command of the First Imperial Vulcan Battle Group. My mother is Queen T’Les of Vulcan. He is Charles, the son of her loyal servants, the Tuckers. My mother gave him to me when I gained command of my first ship. He has been mine for fifteen years.” She appeared proud as she said the words.

She paused and spoke again. “This has been tiring for me. Would it be possible for you to provide me quarters? I need to meditate. We need food. He has had nothing to eat or drink in more than a day.”

She looked at T’Pol, “He can only understand Vulcan and I assume you understand our dietary requirements. I request that you escort him to acquire food.”

( I cannot respond to her. I cannot feel her. )

( I know. You will have to do the best you can. )

( Yes, Princess. )

“He is not able to communicate with you as with me. You will have to limit your questions to those needing yes or no answers.”

( But you are not to tend to her needs. She is not me. )

( I understand. I serve only you. Not her. )

T’Pol escorted the ‘‘new Trip’’ out of the situation room leaving him with Trip and Princess T’Pol.

Archer’s head continued to throb. What did I do to deserve this? Two Trips and two T’Pols. One of each is more than enough.

Princess T’Pol looked to Trip and asked, “Can you return me to my universe?”

“I will try everything I can, Princess T’Pol.”

Archer thought he sounded almost eager. He probably wants them as far away as possible. I know I do. But it still wasn’t like Trip to use such deference in his voice.

“Very well. Escort me to my quarters and then you may begin.”

Archer’s anger started to rise. That was not a request. It was a command directed toward his chief engineer.

“Yes, Princess T’Pol.”

Archer was bewildered as Trip followed her out of the situation room as if he didn’t even exist.

Something was definitely going on with Trip. If their T’Pol had spoken to him like that, he would have blown up in her face.

He looked around the empty room. “Dismissed.” He needed to remind himself that he was still Captain.

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Very intrigueing so far. I don't like these Vulcans from the alternative universe. How could they cut out Trips vocal cords - how barbaric.

Oh God, please don't tell me she subjugates "our" Trip. Otherwise, I'm fascinated by this mirror universe crossover.

I agree... I don't want Princess T'Pol to have any power over "our" Trip. I hate her enough as it is. :p

Otherwise, this is very intriguing... :-)

excellent, very enjoyable

"Trip hung his head and wrapped both hands around it. His head pounded. This was all too much to take in. Please breach warp core. Please breach warp core. Anything to stop this hell."

I had a great giggle at this line...looking foward to part two!

i think T'pol of the vulcan empire is fantastic, it's a shame the vulcans had to be made slaves in the actual mirror universe, i would have prefered your version. Considering the vulcans are, stronger, faster, smarter, and are telepathic and able to manipulate other speices to their will it only makes sence!

when i say 'actual mirror universe', i mean the one filmed... 'in the mirror, darkly'. I have no delusion it actualy exists :)

This was a good AU piece of fanfiction. I just finished watching Through a Mirror Darkly, Part 2. The two show AU piece from the real Enterprise was a complete and total waste of time, because it didn't involve OUR Enterprise. It was exactly this misunderstanding of the fan base by TPTB that killed Enterprise to begin with. Although I will have to admit that the ending of the show was fun.

Loved the story. All Trips gota do is please T'pol,,,Geee tough job.

Just one down side a,,,,,,vasectomy!!!! That aint right!!! Serve her all Ya want Trip,,,,But guy rule #1,, Never let any one near your Mommy Daddy button with a knife!!!

Please update soon. Ill try and forget bout that awfull thing they did to Trip.

i am just loving evil tpol and slave trip! Can we maybe have some of Archer and Trip and Tpol, and maybe even Malcom, going into the Evil Vulcan Universe? THat would be great! We could have wicked warrior vulcans strutting around being BAAAAAAAAAAD! And evil TPol can get stuck behind in the good universe, and Good Tpol will have to pretend to be evil Tpol HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA

Very intriguing mirror universe. The removal of the vocal cords was a little wicked twist....can't wait to read where you take this!

Haha..awesome. Princess T'Pol rocks! :) I really like the slave bit, and the idea of allowing him to only communicate with Princess T'Pol telepathically is very cool!

Wow. You definitely have me intrigued. I can't wait to see where you go with this. Great work!

Interesting take on the two universes :) Lovely, can't wait for the continuation.

I can't wait to see the rest of it. Awesome!!!

I love this story!!!!
I hope you are a fast writer, cos I want to read more of this !!!!!

Slave Trip. Now every girl needs one of those.

Thanks everyone for the comments. I am glad you enjoyed part 1 of the story. I basically have part 2 fleshed out and I hope to get it to Bucky for Monday.

If you want to picture Princess T'Pol, basically take the long haired T'Pol from the MU episodes and put her in a dark lavender flowing gown. Rank in the Imperial Vulcan Fleet for command officers is designated by color. She is a battle group commander which is dark lavender. The only significant difference is that in the MU, Jolene Blalock didn't overdose on collagen, so Princess T'Pol's lips aren't quite as creepy. :-)

I explain removing the vocal cords in part 2. However I do not explain the vasectomy as there just isn't a good way to talk about that. Basically servants of a matriarch are required to be sterilized (i.e. eunuchs). Princess T'Pol takes advantage of the law specifying the result instead of the procedure.

BTW, the MU is not the evil universe. Ours is. In the MU, "Star Trek: Tal'Kyr" completes its seven year run on NPU. The show is mostly about the First Imperial Vulcan Battle Group cruising the galaxy blowing stuff up. There is a lot of good Princess T'Pol/Charles Tucker stuff too. The show is blessed with competent writers.