Pavel stumbled a little bit as he landed on the Red Rose, but was caught by a smug looking Hikaru.

"We'll talk more about it later, but I'm glad you told her." Hikaru grinned, patting the younger man on the shoulder. Pavel returned the smile, but then remembered where they were, and instantly straightened his spine and put his blaster into position, looking around the Engineering deck of the unfamiliar ship.

"Where do you think everybody is?" Pavel asked softly, his Russian accent more prominent than usual out of fear.

Hikaru shrugged, looking around the place suspiciously. "Maybe it's like the Vengeance," he suggested quietly, "And only needs a few people to work it."

Pavel frowned and hooked his phaser to his trousers, walking up to a computer and pulling up data on the ship. "I don't think so, Karu. This ship is very old, and the technology for a large craft with a limited crew wasn't around then."

"So, what? Marian doesn't have enough crew members?" Hikaru asked, puzzled.

Chekov nodded, closing the program and deleting the traces that he was even there. Before he could hit the final button, a video feed popped up on the screen, making Pavel frown in confusion.

"Mr. Chekov, Mr. Sulu." Spock said from the Captain's chair on the Enterprise, gazing at the two men impassively. "I have been given orders from the Captain to give to you, but it is imperative that you wait to carry out instructions until the proper time."

"Aye, sir. What do we have to do?"

"Michael John Marian." Kirk clicked his tongue at the man sitting in the chair before him, not at all impressed. "You know, I grew up on stories of the Red Rose. Hell, everyone did. It was more of a legend, really."

"Captain Kirk, you flatter me." Marian smirked as he rolled a cylindrical object around in his palm.

"Oh, no, I'm not flattering you. I'm flattering your father." The blond man corrected with a smile, stepping away from the three security guards he had taken with him and walking around the bridge of the ship, glancing around at the ragtag crew that manned the ship.

Mike's smirk fell into a scowl. "Oh?"

"Yeah. I mean, how badass do you have to be to convince Starfleet to take a ship into space but make it look like it had just disappeared? I admire him, I really do." Kirk continued, knowing that he was pressing all the right buttons. "But you? Your father dies, and you let this place run to shit. Not only that, but you attack the flagship, the most valuable ship in all of Starfleet, and think you can get away with it."

"I know that I can get away with this."

Kirk just laughed. "Bullshit."

Mike stood up, placing the object he was toying with in his pocket and walking over to the other man. "Listen, you arrogant asshole. You need to stop underestimating me before I punch you in the throat. The Red Rose is stronger than anybody thinks, and is more than capable of taking down your little toy that you call a space ship."

Kirk's eyes just looked mischievous, as if he wasn't even angry. "Maybe you should practice what you preach. The Enterprise is more than what you're making her out to be."

Mike rolled his eyes. "This is why I don't carry other humans on board. I hate it when we get all competitive."

Kirk snorted. "You don't carry around humans because none of them will follow you. The only people who would are a few aliens who had nowhere else to go. Don't kid yourself."

Captain Marian's eyes narrowed. "When are you going to shut up and try to arrest me, Captain Kirk? You're giving me a headache."

"When are you going to try to escape, Captain Marian?" Jim countered, smirking. The other man simply raised his eyebrows.

"I'm getting the feeling that I've been left out on a joke."

"You shouldn't feel left out, Captain. After all, you are the joke."

Marian paused for a beat. "Alright, you got me. What did I say?"

Kirk laughed again. "You didn't say anything. It's your overconfidence that's so funny."

"Are you ready, Lieutenant Chekov?"

"Yes, Commander."

"Do it now."

Mike raised his eyebrows and put his hand in his pocket, once again toying with the object inside. "I don't get it." He deadpanned.

"I've already explained it, but I'll do it again." Kirk smiled and sat on a table, his legs crossed. "Go on, try it."

Mike sighed in exasperation. "Try what, Captain Kirk?"

"Try to escape."

"Why would I listen to you?"

"What have you got to lose?"

Mike glared at the man before barking orders at a frightened looking mousey creature. "Go to warp, now." The poor creature hit the appropriate buttons, but when nothing happened, looked up at her captain in fear.

"I said, go to warp."

The creature made a few squeaking noises and gestured towards her station.

Mike rolled his eyes and snapped its neck quickly, the noise audible throughout the entire bridge.

Kirk stepped off his table and walked over to the man, his expression unreadable. "You've made another mistake."

"I don't make mistakes."

"Murder is one of the biggest mistakes a person can make around me."

"And the others?"

"Harming my family."

Mike shrugged. "Whoever I harmed on your ship, I'm willing to bet that they were dispensable. Like Marie, over there." He gestured to the dead creature.

Kirk's usually soft blue eyes turned into ice. "Nobody is dispensable."

"What have you done to my ship?"

"I only did to your ship what you attempted to do to mine."

Marian's eyes flashed in something akin to fear. "You have people in my Engineering, I assume."

Kirk shrugged. "They're not in Engineering anymore."

Mike knit his eyebrows together in confusion. "Where are–" A loud smack rang from the bridge as Mike Marian fell to the ground, unconscious. Kirk smirked at the angry Russian man, still holding his gun that had just the slightest bit of blood on it.

"Eto bylo za to, chtoby bol'no moyu lyubov'." Chekov spat at the man, kicking his body.

Kirk laughed. "Easy there, tiger. We need him relatively unharmed when we turn him into Starfleet."

Pavel nodded, putting away his gun and glancing over at Hikaru, who was laughing his ass off. "Kid, remind me to never piss you off."

Pavel smirked. Nobody would even think about harming Vienna Audra King without paying for it. Not while he was around.

And now it's time for Les' excuse followed by an apology of the day! First off, the only reason I haven't posted this chapter is because I was worried. I feel like writing for a sci fi show/movie/comic is scary in of itself because of the high expectations of badassery. I wasn't sure if this chapter was good enough, in other words. I didn't want you guys to be all excited for a cool resolution to the whole Red Rose fiasco only to be disappointed. But here it is, and this is how it's gonna be. But don't worry, the party's not over yet. There's still a few things that need to play out before the Red Rose part of the plot to this story is finished. Anyhow, I am so sorry that I've been taking years to update. But never fear, Spring Break is only a week away, and providing my teachers don't hate me, I will be spending my time glued to my laptop, so I'll be doing tons of writing. Expect more frequent updates.

ALSO! I've gotten a lot of good ship names for the contest, and I just wanted to let you guys know that I'll be announcing the winner by next chapter instead of chapter 15. If you weren't aware of the contest before, all you have to do is send me some Pavel/Vienna ship names for the chance to win a drabble of your choosing with at least 5k written by me. But I'm also doing another thing. If anyone is interested, I'll also do a 5k drabble for whoever wants to draw some Pavel/Vienna fan art. And this means whoever wants to draw it will get the drabble, not just one person. That's assuming anybody will actually do it, of course.

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