galaxyraised / katrina cornwell.
“no one’s trying to say you are, mister brock. i’m certainly not.” but it is a complicated situation, and that much is clear from her tone, and from everything about the way she carries herself, really. it’s ground that’s untrodden, and with all the destruction, and all of the deaths that’ve occurred here? it’s difficult, knowing just how to proceed. “but the last thing you are right now is an ordinary civilian. surely you’ll agree with that much, at least?”
“you may not be saying it, but, admiral, i’m not oblivious to what’s going on out there. i may have spent the last several years living on an outpost,” and keeping to himself after being stationed there in the wake of public humiliation, “but i know about the war. against the, uh, klingons. and what do you need to win wars? weapons.” which is what he is now. they’d seen the footage. phasers bouncing off of venom even on the strongest setting. this is everything drake had wanted and more and now eddie is fused with the last living symbiote. he’s the last monster created by the life foundation.
“is that what starfleet wants me to be now? because that — that... version of me that did all that down there? that isn’t me. i don’t... i don’t wanna do that. we’re not gonna do that.” they had agreed. if venom was staying, eddie wasn’t going to use that power to ruin cities, countries, planets. “please don’t ask us to be that for you.”
