Jim was unresponsive by the time the mini-movie was over. He was stunned, scared, shocked, upset, and confused about it all. There was still so many questions. Why hadn't Bones told him in the beginning? Jim could have kept his secret. That would have been useful. If Jim had known earlier he might have gone after Bones right after waking up. Jim was still soaking in the information. There was a beep from Spock's padd. Spoke swiped it and saw a message.

Spock Prime: I assume you are already aware of Reaper's past. Reaper contacted me. He is on Generations. And Star Fleet knows.

Spock looked over to the man in the chair.

"Captain," Spock said, softly. "Have you heard of the planet Generations?"

Jim looked up toward Spock with raised eyebrows.

"Once," Jim said. "It used to be the experimental planet of some radioactive war that Star Fleet got meddled in. It was closed off for any settlement thirty-two years ago because the radioactive stuff made mutants. The planet was named Generations due to the time it will take for the radioactive atmosphere to go away."

Spock nodded.

"Doctor McCoy is on that planet," Spock said. "Assumingly underground."

Jim's eyes went wide.

"He is still alive?" Jim asked.

"Apparently so." Spock said.

Jim was trembling, this was shocking, extremely shocking news. Jim looked over to the paused screen of Bones holding a young woman in his arms in a armored suit in what seemed to be a elevator. This man went in with several men to retrieve data and exterminate any threats, only one came out. A hero. His Bones. Bones had been more of a father to Jim than Frank ever was.

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. . . Generations. . .

. . . February 2nd, 2259 . . .

"Oh my god--"

A woman was sliced in half by what seemed to be claws to a large mutated beast. The internal organs and skeleton could be seen as blood squirted out. Men and other women ran. Reaper was in his containment cell hearing the screams. The terrified screams. It came falling down to him that history was repeating itself. There was no escape from the past. He got up off the bed then approached the door. He dug his hands into the metal digging deeper and deeper through the layers that had been replaced. How many versions of that wall did they go through? Maybe five. His fingers instantly healed themselves. If he were to stuck here then let him be fucked for doing a damn about it.

He tore the door out breaking the hinges making it collide to the floor.

He grabbed the shoulder of a woman stopping her in her tracks.

"Where's the guns?" Reaper asked.

"The synthesizers?" The beastazoid quizzed.

"Yes, that!" Reaper said, in irritation.

There were snarls headed his direction.

Reaper had on a black shirt and black matching pants. Seemed to be in style right now. She was a beastazoid. Her eyes were black as night. She told him where to find the synthesizes which was in the direction that she was running from. He noticed a mark on her neck that was red and black. The memory of Goat dying on the operating table jolted into his memory. The memory of Goat marking his wrist in the sign of the cross taking the name of Christ came to. Maybe because he was scared. Goat was religious and made the cross sign before he did some of massive consequence that was part of his religion. It was nice to see someone who didn't talk about his religion twenty-four seven.

Reaper grabbed her by the shoulders.

"You are infected." Reaper said.

The woman frowned.

"I am not infected!" The woman said.

"The hell you are," Reaper said. "Don't you know who I am?"

"Uh, Number seventy-four of the augment." The woman said.

Shit.

Khan.

You lying bastard.

"I am John 'Reaper' Grimm," Reaper said. Her eyes became bleak and full of terror. "I am very sorry, but . . . you are doomed." He took his hand off her shoulder. "There is nothing I can do for you."

The woman felt the wound along her neck and looked at Reaper in horror.

"No. . ." The woman said. "My name is Cassie . . ." She lowered her hand. "I am not a monster! I will never be a monster--" She screamed in horror pointing over his shoulder. "LIKE THAT!"

Reaper looked over his shoulder to see a huge ugly ass beast. Now of all the things that were in his mind, Reaper saw there was a exit under the beasts arm. The beast had on tatters of a shirt. His mouth was covered in blood. His eyes were multiplying just like a spider. There was something so wicked and evil it must have come from hell itself. It had sprouting horns. Oh the disgust it had. It's massive hands were covered in yucky dried green blood. Oh, so Vulcan's were part of this. . . Shit!, was on Reaper's mind.

Including, I got an exit.

"Can you dance, you ugly fucker?" Reaper asked.

All he got in response was a roar.

"I'll take that as a yes." Reaper said.