 It *was* supposed to be a fic journal
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Jun. 15th, 2009 @ 12:45 am 
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Title: Boukenka
Fandom: Star Trek (Reboot)
Rating: G
Categories: gen, Sulu
Wordcount: ~670
Summary: Hikaru Sulu dreamed of adventure. (Prompt from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png) lady_ganesh, who wanted why Sulu became a pilot.)
When he was nine years old, he dreamed of adventure. In his imagination he explored strange lands, he battled whole armies, of soldiers and mythical beasts, sword in hand, side by side with friends who fought like they were a part of him. But the battle would end, and his normal life return. Hikaru would sigh and go back to dull, boring reality.
"Evasive manoeuvres," Kirk ordered. "Return fire."
"We've lost phasers," Chekov reported. "Firing torpedoes."
"Warp engines are offline," Uhura called.
"They're firing missiles," Chekov said urgently. "We will not be able to ewade them for long."
"Son of a bitch," Kirk spat. "I need options."
"The trojan points of the binary star are large," Spock reported. "They contain high concentrations of heavy metals, and are dense with dust and trapped asteroids. They would provide cover, but -"
"Sulu, get us there. Take us in."
"Aye, captain." The ship shuddered as another blast struck the shields, but Sulu had already twisted her in space, and they hit on a point where the shields were holding strong. Hands moving lightly over the controls, he set a course for the amorphous mass on the sensors.
"Captain, sensors will not function within the region, and there will be many navigational hazards, growing more dangerous the deeper we get. If we went around, we could -"
"They're kicking our asses, Spock, we need time for repairs without having to dodge all the time. Mr Sulu, I trust you'll keep us from flying into any rocks."
"Aye aye, sir." The trojan point was coming up fast at full impulse, and outlying dust was starting to drag on the shields, flaring and sparking in the viewscreen. The missiles from the attacking ship were almost on them. "Sir, I -"
"Do it," Kirk answered, pre-empting the question.
"I can -" Sulu heard himself say, but he wasn't really paying attention to words, as they neared a large chunk of rock, dark and pitted from collisions. He aimed almost for it, proximity alarms flaring on his board as he skimmed past it with just metres between the asteroid and the skin of the Enterprise, and then forced the ship down and over, all thrusters firing hard. The missiles hit the rock and knocked it moving. Sulu dodged away, feeling like the Enterprise was just an extension of his body, and started a twisting, high-speed slalom into the depths of the trojan field.
"They're still pursuing," Chekov said.
"We'll be fine," Kirk answered, sounding cocky as hell again. "Mr Sulu, take them down."
Sulu didn't answer, and paid no heed to the hum of the deflector beam pushing smaller rocks away, or the insistent complaints of the proximity sensors. "Chekov, see that clump up ahead?" he asked, voice tight.
"I see it. Arming torpedo," Chekov answered, and Sulu grinned even as he directed the ship to go past it, slick and fast. As they cleared the clump of dark, heavy rocks, Chekov fired. The torpedo hit and exploded, the rocks scattered... and the pursuing ship flew into them. The rocks, most likely the remains of some dead planet's core, went through the ship's shields as if they weren't there, hitting the hull and tearing gaping wounds.
Sulu started to slow the Enterprise, reverse thrust at maximum, as behind them their attackers faltered.
"They have sustained damage to their eng-" Spock began, and stopped as the other ship exploded, flaring bright in the viewscreen. Scattered ragged cheers sounded, but Sulu was concentrating on slowing, stopping, halting the ship's flight safely.
When he was twenty-three years old, he lived an adventure. In his daily life he explored new worlds and new civilisations, he battled aliens at the helm of a great starship, side by side with friends and colleagues who worked like they were a part of each other and of their ship. And the battle would end, and his normal life return. Sulu would grin and go back to work, with the great ship responsive to his touch, alive amid the infinite skies.
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Got here via google-searching for Sulu fic.
This was lovely. I really want to read more of your Sulu.
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