Fic: Primal Stirrings. 1/5 StarTrek XI/BattleStar Galactica '03
Title: Primal Stirrings. Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own BattleStar Galactica and Star Trek. Characters: Spock, Gaeta, McCoy, Kirk, and Sulu. Words: 611 Prompt: Goderator Rap wanted a crossover with ST XI and BSG. Fandom: BattleStar Galactica (2003)/Star Trek (2009) Pairing: pre-Spock/Gaeta Rating: Teen Warnings: Language, Loss Of Control. TimeLine: BSG post Series/STXI post movie. Summary: The Enterprise comes across an ancient ship and a secret about humanity's past. Author's Note: A series of one-shots strung together. ______________________________________
It was an ancient derelict in space. There was nothing extraordinary about it beyond that from a visual standpoint. Long ago it had once looked grand and imposing. Far larger than most ships it still cut a great swath.
Over the millennia the six star points of the outer hull had been blunted. Along the central column there were massive bare patches where the ship had been struck and repaired. A black particularly long section covered the once massive docking bays. Yet, despite the damage, there was still a power signature.
To put it simply, the ship was fascinating.
Watching it from the main view screen, Spock could only admire the once sleek design. Its sweeping hull met a primordial part of his mind and sent a tiny shiver through him. While this was interesting, it was not his own reaction that sparked his attention.
Every human on the bridge stared raptly at the great ship. It was as if they could not tear their eyes from the alien vessel.
Three minutes and twenty-eight point five seconds of silence was enough. Spock knew it was time to act. "Ensign Chekov, what do your scans of the ship reveal."
This seemed to restore the human cognitive functions. As one they went back to working at their stations.
Jerking in to action, Chekov visibly swallowed down his reaction. "I, uh, forgive me, Commander, just one moment." He trembled and dropped his eyes to his console.
Hands folded behind his back, Spock observed the crew. Their reaction spoke of deeply unsettling feelings. Something about the dead ship had 'spooked' them.
"Sensors indicate the ship is of artificial...this can not be correct." His accent thickened with his frown. Spinning in his chair, Chekov stared at Spock with wide eyes. "The ship, Commander, she is alive."
Kirk sat up in his chair. Tugging at the front of his uniform shirt, he pulled it in to place. "Are you certain?"
"Positive!" Nodding, the ensign quickly turned back to his console. The readouts scrolled across the screen and he nodded. "Confirmed."
Twisting his chair, Jim looked up at Spock with raised eyebrows. "What do your scans say, Commander?"
"They agree with Mr. Chekov's findings." The Vulcan moved slowly around the arm-rail. He stepped down to the command dais, then came to a halt a step away from the captain's chair. "I had plenty of time to run my scans while you were, to borrow a word, gawking."
Sitting back, Kirk playfully frowned. "I resent that insinuation, Commander. I am a captain of a StarFleet vessel. I do not gawk." Turning to look at the now watching ensigns, he smirked. "I, to borrow a few words, merely stare at with intense concentration."
Raising a single eyebrow, Spock continued his observation of the man. "I see."
"Tell me, Mr. Spock, is there any danger to us over there." Kirk held up a hand quickly. "I mean something that would prevent us from beaming over and poking around for a bit."
This caused the Vulcan to exhale through his nose. That was the only physical sign of his annoyance. "I do not believe so."
"Excellent!" Rubbing his hands together, Kirk started to stand up. "Then the bridge is yours!"
In a moment of spite, Spock waited until Jim was heading for the turbo lift before he spoke. "Actually, Captain, there is one minor detail you have overlooked."
Two feet from the lift, Jim stopped. His back went rigid as his head drooped. "I knew it." He muttered something else but it wasn't loud enough for even Spock's ears to pick up.