The Sisterhood by Uhura the 9th

Summary: She has one goal: to find her destiny in this universe. Nyota has just gotten promoted, and she had to work hard for it.    



Categories: Primetime Television Characters: Nyota Uhura (Television)
Classification: Alternate Universe
Genre: Drama
Story Status: Active
Pairings: Uhura/Spock
Warnings: Dark Fic
Challenges: None
Series: The Universe According to Uhura
Chapters: 2 Completed: No Word count: 4538 Read: 327 Published: October 03 2021 Updated: November 25 2021
Story Notes:

The Universe According to Nyota Series: This is my first attempt to write about the mirror-verse. I read some really good fanfictions, and I was inspired! Uhura is a woman full of compassion fighting to survive in the Federation Empire.    

1. Chapter 1-The Dark side by Uhura the 9th

2. Chapter 2-The Silent Wolf by Uhura the 9th

Chapter 1-The Dark side by Uhura the 9th


Chapter 1-The Dark Side

His hands caressed her backside; he pressed his body against hers, moaning her name. Nyota smiled grimly as she looked at the red disk in her hand: she had earned it-she deserved it. She was now one of the few women to move into the upper ranks on the Enterprise.

"Thank you for the promotion, Captain."

"You can thank me by giving me some of your essence, Nyota."

"I gave you the Halkans,[1] Captain, along with more credits than you can imagine."

Kirk tried to kiss her; she moved just enough that his lips trailed over her cheek.

"Come on, let me taste you, just once!" Kirk mumbled.

"Sorry, sir! You have those two vixens already, and I don't want to cross swords with them."

"They won't know," Kirk said, moving his hands up her back, his lips kissing the crease between her breasts.

Nyota chuckled softly, "Captain, everyone will know. There are no secrets here, only... credits."

One of his hands slid down her muscular leg, trying to reach the junction between her thighs. She leaned back to get distance, shaking her head.

"It's not worth it if I die before I can enjoy my new position, Sir," she said smoothly and with a smile. One hand removed the offending paw from her thigh while the other grabbed him by the chin.

"I have to go now, but I am grateful."

Kirk sighed, staring into her eyes with lust: "One day, Uhura, one day!" he said, releasing her.

Nyota started to leave the conference room, but turned back toward Kirk to say, "You are aware that Security Chief Sulu won't take kindly to my promotion."

That statement brought Kirk back to reality: "If Sulu could produce credits like you and Spock, he'd get everything he wants," Kirk snapped.

Nyota rolled her eyes: "Sure, Captain. Like he's going to see things that way," Nyota said, sashaying out the room with rolling hips.

She walked down the corridor smiling contentedly; she had finally obtained her objective-a promotion to lieutenant commander. She had made sure the Empire had processed Kirk's recommendation for her promotion before she issued his credits. "Leverage. Always use your leverage to get what you want."

With her promotion disk in hand, she went to see Quartermaster Brody and placed orders for new uniforms and insignia. Nyota gave her the disk, and Brody read the information:

"Congratulations, Lieutenant Commander... What did you do to earn such a position?" she asked slyly.

Nyota raised a brow and placed her hand on the knife strapped to her thigh: "Seriously? You want to go there?"

"Just asking a simple question, Lieutenant Commander."

"Hard work! Now place my order before I lose my patience!"

"Okay... okay.. I don't want trouble, Uhura! It's just that it's hard for a woman to get a leg up without protection. You will be the highest-ranking woman on the Enterprise."

"I've worked with Kirk for four years on that crazya$$ bridge with that octopus, Sulu! You don't think I deserve a promotion?"

"I'm sorry; that's not what I was getting at. What I meant is that maybe you can help me, and I can help you; what do you say?" Brody asked.

"I want a specially designed armband with my rank engraved on it; think you can do it?"

"I'll do it personally! Let me show you some of my work!" Eve put a disk into the computer and displayed a myriad of designs on the monitor. Nyota liked what she saw. She selected one for her armband, and the two of them discussed how Eve would modify it specially for Nyota.

"I'll do a rush job, and you'll have it tomorrow."

"If I like it, I'll give you extra credits for your time-and for keeping the design exclusive to me. Deal?"


Nyota left the quartermaster feeling greasy from being pawed by Kirk; all she wanted to do was wash the grime off her body. But first she wanted to celebrate with her man; she headed down to his deck. As she was walked through the ship, she kept her game face on-the glare she always presented to the male crew. She was used to it; it had been necessary since she hit puberty. Her body, which should have been her woman's glory, was instead used and abused, always attracting the attentions of the wrong kind of man.

Nyota entered Boma's quarters and saw the man in action, pumping a yeoman on his desk. She stood there watching Sam humping the yeoman, with the woman crying and moaning. Nyota folded her arms and leaned against the wall, observing his work. "Sam, Sam, Sammy! What a dog! I see you again at your best."

Boma was just a quick fix, nothing more than a f$ck buddy. But he was handsome; she gave him credit for that. She could always count on him-literally: "One, two, three, all done!" She could time it to the minute. "Just a fix!" she thought.

Sam looked up and saw Nyota glaring at him; he gave her his sleepy smile: "One minute, baby; I'll be right with you."

When he finished, the yeoman put her clothes on quickly as soon as she realized it was Uhura in the room. The chick scurried away without looking at Uhura, leaving Sam standing there with his junk hanging out.

"Hey, baby! Just in time! Want some of this good stuff?" he asked, smiling at Uhura.

"I'm good. I just was turned off, but hey," Nyota said sneeringly. She had had enough of the "men's rule" mentality. She had just come from being pawed by Kirk and now she realized she had been getting only seconds or thirds from Boma.

Boma made the mistake of approaching her, trying to lure her in, despite having just had sex with another woman.

"I always have time for you, baby," Sam said, reaching for her.

Nyota was disgusted with the thought of him touching her after being with the yeoman. She had changed her mind about the idea of hooking up with Sam:

"I'm good; I guess I'll go shower and read. I've seen enough, especially of you, Sam. I just came to say goodbye-for good this time."

"Aw, baby! The chick doesn't mean anything to me; it's always been you." Sam touched her upper arm and Nyota reacted, pulling out her dagger and lifting his junk with the blade. He sucked in his breath in fear and anger.

"I know you think you're all that! I said it's over! Now get your nasty hands off me and keep them off!" Nyota glared into his eyes to let him know she was serious.

He slowly released her arm: "What is wrong with you? We have an understanding."

"We did, but I just said we're done! I found something much better than one-minute Sammy!"

Boma growled: "Don't call me that!"

Nyota stepped back toward the door, still holding her blade: "Bye, my one-time baby."

She quickly exited and swiftly walked down the corridor. She didn't even know why she had gone to Boma's quarters. Yes, she did: She had wanted someone to share in her happiness about the promotion. She found that she was alone in that, and the knowledge made her sad and depressed.

When she entered her quarters, she quickly stripped her clothes off and entered the shower to wash away the feeling of Kirk's and Boma's touches. Under the shower, the tears ran down: "I wish just once I could be myself, just once! It's always fight or die!" She dried off and put on her sports bra and shorts.

She had double-secured her door right after entering her quarters. She never knew what animal would try to get in; she even had a hidden sound and camera system hooked up. "At least I can sleep at night," she thought as she sat down and began to review her reports. Her quarters represented the only safe space, a place where she sang her songs of loneliness, despair, and her hope of love. Her private world of just... her. Nyota prepared for the next day, when she had to put on her game face to deal with hate, fighting, mind games, and the Empire.

When she started her morning, she knew what to expect when she reached the bridge. "Rule One: Make sure Kirk's or Spock's security team is on the bridge. Never arrive early if they are not present." Her console was linked with Spock's so she knew that when he signed in to his science station, it was safe to head up.

"Rule Two: Expect Sulu to try to sleaze on you and prepare plans B and C in case he goes overboard with so-called attempts to lure you to his lair.

"Wait? I wonder if I can have my own security team?"

Nyota finished dressing; she placed another knife in her boot and hid a small one in the side of her uniform.

"As long as I do right by Kirk and translate the Imperial codes, I'm safe-I'll have his and Spock's protection. Remember Rule Three: Never-no matter what state of mind I'm in-under no circumstances, sleep with either of the commanders." It would disrupt the balance of their arrangement.

Nyota got the signal from her console, meaning that Spock was on the bridge, so she proceeded to her station. As she walked off the turbolift, she gave the Imperial salute with a stern face. She stepped onto the bridge and went straight to her station to provide updates for the commanders.

As if on cue, Sulu sauntered over with his sneering smile. She rolled her eyes: "The man will never give up!"

Sulu spoke seductively: "Hey, Uhura! I believe congratulations on your promotion are in order."

Nyota put in her earpiece and opened a channel to start her day, totally ignoring Sulu.

"How can I tell you about the perks of being a lieutenant commander if I can't confirm your promotion? Maybe it's just a ploy?"

Sulu leaned against the console next to her. Nyota input information into the computer, and a red disk appeared, which she held out to Sulu. He stared at it and then looked at her. Nyota dropped it on the floor and went back to work. She knew that Sulu would now be pissed; he reached out to touch her face, but in a flash, she had her blade pressed against his throat.

Nyota glared at the fine-looking Asian man: "Pick it up and leave me the hell alone; I have reports to do."

"One day, Uhura, you'll give me a different answer," he snarled. He bent down, snatched the disk off the floor, and went back to his station.

Nyota continued to work, thinking about how the commanders-Kirk and Spock-needed her and how they didn't. They needed her because she was the only crew member who spoke more than 72 languages. She was needed in many landing parties-all those that required more than a translator. On the other hand, they didn't need her because of the massive number of Imperial credits in the secret account whose existence they didn't know she was aware of.

Nyota transferred her reports to a Padd and took it over to Spock's station. She held out the Padd, saying, "These are the latest reports from Imperial Command, as well as requisitions for supplies from the various departments."

He reviewed her reports and requisitions, signed them, and gave the Padd back to her without even looking at her.

Nyota returned to her station and started her security check on herself and her console. She never knew who was scanning her for leverage, for leaks were a dangerous game.

It was lunchtime, but any place on the ship besides her quarters and the bridge held a risk of rape/injury. A woman could be attacked at any time, unless claimed by a high-ranking man. Then there was fighting among the women, jockeying for the affection and protection of the high-ranking men. Unattached women were vulnerable to the disreputable elements of the ship.

Rand and Moreau were untouchable to the male crew; to even approach one of them meant having to face the wrath of the Captain. Such a man would find himself... just... gone.

Nyota sat at a table alone but was listening to the group at the table next to her, three women conversing quietly:

First woman: "Girl, tell them you're a lesbian; they will leave you alone."

Second woman: "What? I'm not a lesbian!"

Third woman: If you want to be safe, that's your only option, unless you find someone to hook up with."

Second woman:" Is there any other way to be safe on this ship?"

First woman: "Are you for real? Not in this universe!"

The voices faded, but the conversation stayed with Nyota. It was true that the women were not safe. She had to run the gauntlet of men's advances every day, but she had it a little easier than lower-ranking women because she had the protection of her commanders.

After her shift, the thought continued to haunt her in her quarters: "How can a woman be safe without being attacked all the time? Or even worse, becoming a slave to some man-whore?"

Several hours later, Nyota sat up in bed, shocked by the idea that had awakened her: "Could I take over the ship? Could I? I must plan this to a 'T'; if not I will surely die."


End Notes:

[1] The Halkans were the alien race threatened in the TOS episode "Mirror, Mirror."

Chapter 2-The Silent Wolf by Uhura the 9th
Author's Notes:

Beta Reader: Jsilver2000

Summary: Nyota has been promoted to Lieutenant Commander, and is now the highest-ranking female on the Enterprise. She broke up with her lover, Boma, and moved on to better things for herself. She had to deal with Sulu's envy of her position, not to mention his grasping hands. But during the night an epiphany had hit her.


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The Silent Wolf


"She was seen in Lieutenant Boma's quarters."

"For how long?"

"She stayed approximately five minutes."

"Five minutes? Are you certain?"

"Yes, my lord. She replaced her knife in her boot as she left."


"Another female left a moment after she entered, my lord."


"Continue with your duties."

"Yes, my lord."

Soft footsteps retreated, and the sounds were replaced by another pair approaching.

"My lord, my scanner has indicated that Chief of Security Sulu has attempted to override her door again."

A low growl:

"I will deal with it myself; continue monitoring."

"Yes, my lord."

Those footsteps retreated as well, and silence ensued.

A few moments later, soft, creamy, green-tinted hands caressed his shoulders: "How can I be of service, my lord?"

He didn't address her; his thoughts were on the information his spies had gathered: "I have a class 7 computer science rating; she has a class 6 rating. She has done well using her computer security to defend herself." His mind still considered the new information as the pair of hands continued to caress his shoulders. "She has defended herself again from Sulu's advances, unaware that if he had touched her, I would have had him killed without a thought. Then there is Boma. I have known of their copulation for some time. He has been careless with his liaisons, but she continued to see him. Why settle for a male without scruples? Terrans often indulge in open sexual relationships without commitments."

Another thought came to him: "She has advanced herself. The question now is, did she sleep with Kirk?" His jealousy had no end; his anger continued to grow. "I need to settle the issue of Boma and any male that has... touched her, including Kirk." .He gently removed the pair of hands:

"Continue with your duties."

"Yes, my lord," the owner of the hands answered in a very disappointed voice.

Her footsteps retreated to another room in his quarters. There she sat miserably.

"Still not forgiven, T'Pring?"

She looked up at the much older male Vulcan healer.

"It seems not, Healer Shath. What will become of me if he does not mate?"

"Your betrayal has caused a rift. Your choice to copulate with his former classmate was not wise."

"What must I do to prove that I have changed? I was selected by the Vulcan High Council, and I now see that their choice was logical."

"You must use restraint and wait to see his intentions."

"How can I? He has eyes for... another, a weakling of a female."

Shath listened to her response and wondered aloud: "A Terran?"

"Yes. There are times I want to challenge her for my lord to show him I am more worthy than that soft flower," T'Pring snarled.

"I will investigate your assertion, T'Pring."

Shath started toward Spock's office and then stopped. He turned his head slightly: "If what you say is true, I suggest that you stay clear of the Terran. It is not wise to cross the S'haile, despite your claim."

He left T'Pring to her thoughts.

Sometime later in the conference room, Kirk, with his security team, and Spock, with his, met to discuss the next mission. Scotty and McCoy sat at the conference table. Uhura was at the table too, but sat far away from them all with her Padd ready to record the information for the mission.

Spock sat at the computer station and typed in the name of the next civilization to be conquered. The information the advance intelligence team had gathered appeared on the monitor:

"This is the planet, Omicron Ceti VII. A survey ship found the civilization hidden within deep caverns, apparently to evade our detection. The Empire wants to know why they decided to hide and what can they offer us. Little is known about their culture. According to my scanners, they have rich deposits of dilithium crystals and beryllium, which will be vital to the Empire's new expansion plan."

"Interesting. If you've detected dilithium, we have to find the deposits, and the people will know where. Scotty, any signs of weaponry or technology?"

"No space travel, Captain. It's easy pickin's. We have the technological advantage."

Kirk turned to McCoy: "What kind of people are they, Bones?"

"The best kind: sweet, nice, and easily manipulated," McCoy said, smiling. "Once I scan a few bodies, I can give you something to work with. I can create something that will take all our troubles away if they resist."

Kirk chuckled at the idea: "I like that, Bones. I hate wasting precious energy. How about you, Lieutenant Commander?"

Everyone turned toward Uhura. She looked up and reported unemotionally:

"The universal translator is not calibrated for their language; I'm waiting for the Empire to update the specs. I could rig something for you to take for the meantime."

Kirk gave her a leering smile: "And miss the opportunity to take you along, Uhura? No. You're coming with us. I need both you and Spock. You both have an uncanny sense of your surroundings, and Uhura can detect and interpret facial expressions and body language. You're both better at spotting a fake by the sound of people's voices than the translator is."

"It's best I remain on the ship, Captain, to... keep some of our acquaintances in check."

"Quite right, Spock. You'll mind the store while we're away."

Scotty leaned over and glared at Uhura: "Did ya f$ck the captain for that title, woman?"

Nyota quickly grabbed one of her knives and flicked it across the table. It landed an inch from his right hand.

"I just answered you," Nyota said. She got up without blinking and retrieved her knife. "Question me again, and I'll take more than just your hand," she said on her way out of the conference room.

The men laughed at him for challenging Uhura and getting more than he bargained for.

All the crew members left, except Spock and his team. Stonn secured the door. Semek scanned the room for bugs.

"Clear my, lord."

Spock sat at his station with his forefingers pressed together, contemplating the scene he had just witnessed. She had not slept with the Captain. "In that case, there must have been a bargain. Kirk is planning something without me. I must be on guard now." There were no new orders from the Empire that he was aware of, but Kirk had been more greedy than usual lately. Spock hoped that these new developments would not pit Kirk against him; it would ruin their perfect arrangement.

"Your orders, my lord?" Semek asked.

"Is anyone available to observe the Captain?"

"Stonn and Falor are at your disposal, Lord."

"Stonn, you are assigned to observe the Captain from a distance until further notice. Do not be seen."

Stonn stepped forward: "I will not fail."

"Be sure of that-proceed with caution."

Stonn bowed and left.

"Inform T'Pring that she is required to replace Stonn as a guard. Remind her of her responsibilities to her lord."

"Yes, S'haile."

"Have they been seen together?"

"Not today."

"I do not trust them, Semek. If anything should befall me..."

"Yes, S'haile. I will report to your father."

Semek and Spock left the conference room together. Spock now needed to determine how best to protect Lt. Commander Uhura. He knew that Mr. Scott would not take her insolence and threats well. He might have to pay a Terran to watch her back, but who? The ship's computers had been unreliable; he constantly had to debug them because of Sulu. Spock was also aware that the programming was spying for the Empire.

The two Vulcans walked down the corridor, saluting as they went. Spock needed a plan, but he also needed to deal with threats from multiple directions. Kirk had boosted himself up to number one on the ship, but perhaps he had plans to ascend higher within the Empire. "What are you up to, Kirk? The last time you tried a radical deal, you ended up promoted and were rewarded with bonus credits for your ingenuity with the Halkans." Spock took the turbolift to the bridge and went to work at his station with Semek by his side, assisting him.

Semek and Healer Shath were the most loyal of his crew. He had personally selected them to provide important information and perform vital tasks, but mostly to provide protection. Both were willing to die for him.

T'Pring, the wench, had been sent as a spy in a betrothal arranged by the Vulcan Council. She had ulterior motives, not the least of them her strong attraction to Stonn, his one-time classmate from the Vulcan Academy. Spock had no intention of bonding with the female; that would be a fatal mistake. Stonn was an enemy of the Vulcan High Command, of which Spock's father Sarek was a prominent member; Stonn's family would profit if Spock failed. The two of them were scheming to bring him down. Spock could not kill them-not yet-not until the game had played out. So many players; so many enemies.

When Nyota was not on the bridge, Spock would speak freely to Semek in Vulcan code. Spock would not be surprised if Uhura could break the code already; she would discover its meaning in time. Nothing was worth the risk. So secure seclusion was his best strategy for the moment.

About a half-hour later, Spock had finished his reports and sent duplicates to the Empire, Kirk, and himself. He was preparing to leave the bridge when he noticed a course deviation and stepped down to Navigation. He quickly scanned the helm and the plotted course; he knew immediately that something was off. Spock signaled Semek with a snap of his fingers and drew his own phaser, pointing it at the navigator:

"Mr. Stone, we are off course. State your reason for this."

"We are on our planned course, Mr. Spock!"

Spock stared at him with hooded eyes and growled: "You just contradicted a senior officer and told a falsehood, after disobeying the Captain's orders and taking the ship off course."

Before the next words could leave Stone's mouth, an agonizer was pressed against his chest. He fell to the floor screaming. Spock continued to press the instrument until the man lost consciousness. Spock stood and looked at the helmsmen, who was sweating and twitching his lips while Semek held his phaser on him to protect his commander.

"Lt. Palmer, notify Captain Kirk of an attempted mutiny on the bridge."

Spock stepped slowly toward the helmsmen and stared him down: "Security Officer Sulu will be disappointed in your performance. You were aware of this deviation and said nothing. I will give him the pleasure of... correcting your actions."

Helmsman Finney wiped his brow and stammered loudly as the rest of the bridge watched: "I-I didn't know what was happening, Sir!"

Kirk arrived on the bridge scowling, with veins popping out of his neck: "What the f$ck is going on?!" he demanded to know. He rushed down the steps to stare at Spock hovering over the helmsmen.

"We have deviated from our course, Captain. Did you change your orders?"

"Hell no! I didn't authorize any change. Where is the ship heading?"

"I was in the process of discovering that; do you wish to complete the interrogation, Captain?"

Kirk lunged at the man and grabbed him by the neck, wanting to kill him on the spot but knowing he needed information from him. He screamed: "Who do you work for?!"

Spock stepped back and stood next to Semek, who still was holding his phaser.


Kirk looked feral. He threw the man on the floor and kicked him in the gut. The Captain looked around him: "Get Uhura and Scotty up here now! And get Security to take this trash to the agony booths! I want to know where they were taking MY SHIP!"

Kirk straightened his tunic and pushed back his hair: "What's going on, Spock?"

Spock spoke quietly with his arms clasped behind him: "I was in the process of completing my reports when I noticed the course change."

"Do you know where they were heading?"

"The plotter was programmed to head toward sector 5; I can determine the precise location."

Spock went to his station and input the course information he had seen at the helm. He checked his hood sensor and calculated the location:

"Captain, there is nothing out there but space; there are no planets, space stations, or asteroids of any kind."

"A rendezvous then?"

"It is possible."

Uhura and Scotty arrived on the bridge, followed by Sulu and Security. Kirk scowled at Sulu and snarled:

"Well, Security Chief, a couple of your men tried to run off with MY SHIP!"


"Stone and Finney"

Sulu shot back: "They aren't my men; they aren't part of my team! I have nothing to do with their mutiny!"

Kirk's saw red and steam practically came out of his ears: "Then go and find out why they tried to steal MY SHIP!"

Sulu scurried off the bridge with his team carrying the two men.

Kirk had pulled himself together and straightened his tunic. He glared at Uhura: "Find out how they communicated; someone out there is trying to get us!"

While still staring at the captain, Nyota snapped her fingers, and Palmer gave up her earpiece. Nyota went to work.

Then Kirk glared at Mr. Scott: "Double-check those engines; they may have sabotaged them. They went to great lengths to steal this ship; if either of you finds the culprits, I want to know immediately!"

Kirk stormed off the bridge with his guards trailing behind.

Nyota sat at her station, thinking about the events that had just occurred. Trying to take over the ship was a bad idea. The only thing left was leverage.


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