Fanfiction: Starship Elyssa MS AU
FINALLY! The fanfiction about all of our lives in the alternate star trek universe. Because it is so big. Here is part 1.
Starship Elyssa
Episode 1 - Missing
“Personal Captain’s log 24533.4”
“Chief Engineer Texiera gave me crap yesterday over the state of the engines. I think she may be overdoing it a bit. I usually like to fill up the last chance we get to avoid those irritating dock boys who are by the way, are crack on tap, but I’ll tell Helmsman Kissel and Navigator McQuarrie to make headway to nearest Starfleet base to make necessary adjustments. It’s about time for shore leave anyway.”
“Lt. Cannito has been doing some great stuff in communications. She’s also been able to detect when people are faking the dialects, which has become most useful when Romulans try to slip by as Vulcans. However, when it comes to watching movies, it proves to be accurate but unnecessary.”
“CMO Leonard doesn’t answer when I call. Maybe perhaps because I continue to refer her to as ‘Shannonigans.’ She’s also refused to wear female protocol dress, but I guess we all have our own tastes. I personally like a good strong breeze.”
“Officer Konei and First officer Blair have made good friends. This allegiance worries me. Of course, the resident ‘Vulcan’ has no comment on the matter.”
“I think First Officer Blair and I may visit the market district on shore leave and pick up some freaking sushi. I have had cravings for it since we left the academy.”
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Starship Elyssa data log.
Memory of all crew members.
Captain
Name: Catherine Josephine Watson
Nickname: “Roads”
Age: 25
Report: Although questionable in methods of negotiations and unorthodox in practice, Captain Watson possesses the creative energy and determination to lead the crew into any situation, dangerous or harmless. Promoted at an alarming rate, she was recommended by Admiral Pike and approved by the Starfleet Academy Council. Combat skills are above average. Knowledge of the science and technology is limited.
Additional Data: One sibling on the ship, brother Eliot Watson, Physics Officer and Historian.
_+_+_+_
LIGHTS ON.
“Auuuugh…”
Who programmed the computer to turn on the lights at 700 hours? The person under the bunched up comforters rolled over, burying her head deeper into the darkness. Although it was a thick comforter, it was pretty useless after she was awake. The woman underneath, poked out her head and groaned. She rolled out of bed and hit the floor on the balls of her feet. She rolled her neck and stood up not so easily.
“Computer. Play Does it Offend You Yeah? - Dawn of the Dead.”
The music started playing, and she can move her body again. After a shower and a stretch, the woman changed into a long black, crew neck, sleeveless slip that ended a good length from her knee, then over that, pulled a short sleeved, golden mesh dress over it. It ended an inch longer than the previous. Two bands encircled her biceps at the end of the sleeves as a silver symbol reflected light over her heart.
“Computer, coffee please, milk and sugar.”
The first taste was nasty, but the second was good, and soon she was out the door, holding her happy cup. In the hallway, someone called her name.
“Captain Watson.”
A young woman was rushing toward her with a serious look on her face. She had ears with pointed tips and was dressed in a blue shirt, black pants, and boots.
“Morning, Officer Konei,” said Watson with a grin. The Vulcan woman was holding a PADD, and once she was at the Captain‘s side, she started talking.
“We’ve arrived at Apollis. Starfleet has commanded us to investigate the disappearance of the Starfleet base there.”
The Captain continued drinking, listening.
“Lt. Cannito has received no transmissions or communications of any kind. We’ve found the coordinates of the last record of the base, but there is no evidence of any manmade structure having been there.”
“So, case of the missing Starfleet base?” asked the Captain. “What am I, Nancy Drew?”
“I am familiar with that young adult earth series, but it’s trivial elements barely apply to the dramatic ones we are currently facing,” replied the pointy eared girl. She stopped. “An entire base, 128 people, gone.”
The Captain folded her arms under her breasts, holding the empty coffee cup. “You say complete vanished? Not even a energy footprint?”
“The last one made was about two weeks ago.”
“How could an entire base disappear?”
“I don’t know, Captain. If it was destroyed, the ruins would at least be testimony for its existence.”
“I am severely worried.”
“As am I.”
The Captain nodded as they started walking again, this time at a quicker pace to the same destination.
“Pull together a landing party. You, Leonard, the Klingon, and I will beam down and observe the site. Maybe we can gather something there.”
“Yes, Captain.”
They divided as they entered the bridge, Konei to her post, and the Captain to hers, in the seat. She leaned over a curly man’s post at navigation.
“McQuarrie! Coordinates are correct, yeah?” asked the Captain. The young man raised his eyes to hers in half-a-glare.
“I’m the designated driver, remember?” he said without so much as a smile, although his words were all joke.
“Gimme the coordinates please,” said the Captain. McQuarrie tapped his finger along the screen and drew up the exact numbers.
“003,66.5, space 4567. Planet Apollis, fourth from the star H’Leheala,” recited Johnathon lazily, with a sigh, as if he’d already done it for times to Blair and Konei. Even the man next to him, was tired of hearing it as his lips mouthed the words with the piercing curled around the bottom.
“Kissel, how are the systems?” asked Captain, easing up and moving over to the mocking man. He didn’t bristle, he merely pulled back his length of brown hair and answered.
“Warm, ready. We’ve paused for about an hour, no more,” stated the helmsman.
“Good. We might be here for a while, so it’s okay to get settled into things, but I hope nothing longer than 48 hours,” explained the Captain.
“Aye aye.”
“The Landing Party is assembled, Captain.”
Captain Watson looked up to see the a redheaded, pale green woman with freckles in a blue uniform approach her. Behind her was a collection of women, a short brunette humanoid with soft ridges in her pale forehead in a red uniform dress. Beside her was a woman of the same height, curvy, with light brown hair in a bob and round glasses. She was dressed as a medical officer in a male uniform. Beside her, was Officer Konei with blue uniform shirt, pale skin with a green tint and pointy ears.
“Good…” The Captain stood up and walked slightly pass the commander, then she stopped, looking downward. A moment of seriousness passed.
Oh did it pass.
“Last one to the beaming pad is a wanker!” And rushed out of the bridge with an angry group of adults following her swiftly.
“Blair, you have the conn!”
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The ground was wet, cold, even though surrounding them was nothing but green rainforest. All sorts of sounds were echoing and cooing in the arms of the towering trees which seemed to go on forever, and nonsensical phrases were coming from unseen creatures, their words falling on uneducated ears.
Luckily, it was daylight on the side of world where they landed. The soil pooled around their Starfleet boots as their party moved through the thick brush. Four young woman varying in colors, races, build, height and species walked through the jungle like a party of Neverland’s lost boys, fearless and intrigued.
“Captain Catherine Watson, I wish you would’ve informed me and the rest of the crew that the enviroment was intolerable! I would’ve worn pants,” groaned the klingon in the short red dress as she slapped an insect that dared to stab her flesh. The medical officer grabbed her by the arm to stop her and shoot her in the neck with a hypospray. The injection caused the klingon’s face to cringe and to inhale sharply from the pain. “Ow, Leonard! What the hell?”
“It’s for your own good, Cannito. That’s for the little bastards that keep biting us,” stated the medical officer in blue shirt and pants. She spotted a backwards glance from the Captain, who then quickly turned back around and began rushing in the opposite direction, through the branches, past Konei who was leading the way.
“Don’t think you can get away from me, Roads!” shouted Leonard as she began chasing “Roads” with a hypospray in one hand and a medical bag over her shoulder. She finally caught her up in the neck, who doubled over grabbing the wounded flesh.
“Goddamit, Shannonigans!” she cursed, rubbing the pink spot.
“Don’t call me that!” the CMO retorted, angrily.
“Captain!” A widdly wee sound was coming from Konei’s tricorder as she appeared behind Shannon Leonard. “This is the site.”
Roads frowned, as she looked around.
“But… we’re still in the jungle.”
True, they were still surrounded by thick branches, leaves and wildlife. No hint of concrete or energy or man footprint. They were perhaps, the first human or alien kind to make an effect on the peaceful world around them.
As the science officer walked around with his tricorder, examining the area, Roads, the captain, weaved in and out of the trees as well, looking for some kind of clue. The CMO kept the company of the communications officer.
“What do you think happened here?” asked Cannito.
“Not, sure,” admitted Leonard. “I’m thinking the information from command was wrong.”
“It would be very strange to get incorrect information from Starfleet,” stated Cannito.
Roads was walking and tiptoeing through the mud and earth when she noticed her boots no longer pooled in the soil. Two more steps. The ground was hard. She looked down and began spreading the dirt thin with the bottom of her shoes.
White metal.
“KONEI! LEONARD, CANNITO!” she hollered over her shoulder as she fell to her knees and began hastily wiping away the grime. The three girls soon appeared at her side.
“Is that…” began Konei as Roads revealed a white circle of glass and metal, “a beaming pad?”
“Not only that but there’s six of them! This was the beaming pad of the station,” stated Roads in awe as she began wiping away the glass receptors.
“What’s going on here?”
Roads pulled out her communicator. “Roads to Elyssa. Wifey, you better beam down here. We’ve got a case for you.”
Seconds later, a young woman with curly dark hair and in a red dress appeared in black boots she marched over to the site with much annoyance.
“The hell?” was the first words to escape her mouth. Roads explained to her the situation as she began examining the pad. Then she stood up and walked as she counted, 16 steps, and hit something covered in marsh. She began pulling vines away, then cutting them away from one of her laser tools.
“Texiera?” asked Roads.
“If there’s a pad, there’s a control counter,” observed Texiera, and the others began helping her pull and cut away the vines that were indeed trapping a chrome structure with computer controls. Texiera immediately awakened it and smiled as she did so.
“It still works,” she said with almost glee, then frowned. “Captain, the location was set for empty space. No, that can’t be right…”
Roads furrowed her brows. “You mean, maybe a ship at the time which cant be there anymore.”
“Possibly,” nodded Texiera. She began fiddling around some more when unfortunately, Roads had a bad idea.
“Let’s beam me there,” stated the young Captain as she began walking towards the pad.
Everyone looked shocked.
“Excuse me?”
“Wifey?” Roads turned to Texiera who gave her a “are you fucking kidding me” look which was classic Texiera. She rolled her eyes and began arranging new coordinates.
“Look, I’ll beam you ten feet, but no farther, okay? You fool.”
“Party pooper pants.”
Texiera pretended not to hear that, and as she hit the button to beam Roads to a new location, the colors that were supposed to surround her, instead began to light under around the females still on the ground, under the soles of their boots and inches from their skin. Their reactions were brasive.
“LAUREN!” shouted Cannito, angrily. Lauren Texiera began panicking.
“It’s not me, I-” Texiera was searching for any control that would reverse the effect. Roads stared as CMO Leonard began panicking as well. Konei seem startled but not dramatic as the colors swirled around her body.
“Texiera, stop the beaming-” Captain ordered.
“Don’t you think I’m already trying-”
“Roads, figure something out!” demanded Leonard as she clutched her bag and stared across at the Captain. Roads came to a last resort as she rushed to grab the CMO before she could leave. But as her finger tips grazed the beam of lights, it was too late.
The three of them were gone.
_+_+_+_
“What the fuck was that?!” demanded Roads.
“Instead of beaming people on the pad, it beams the rest in the surrounding area,” concluded Texiera as she checked the coordinates.
Roads looked over her shoulder.
“So shouldn’t they be only ten feet from here?” demanded Roads. Texiera was silent as she moved her fingers.
“The course I laid out was overwhelmed and set to default coordinates,” stated Texiera. Her mouth opened, and words began spilling out. “They’ve crossed unbelievable limits, Captain! They’re located over Klingon border!”
Roads paled.
“Well at least that explains the missing base,” Roads said.
“I don’t understand how they found this technology? I thought you could only beam within planetary space region, maybe within a solar system but how could they come up with this?” wondered Texiera out loud, looking up at Roads.
“Those crazy fuckers,” began Road. “What’s the coordinates.”
Lauren tapped her fingers. “7758. 961, area 351.2.”
Roads pulled out her communicator. “Roads to Elyssa, beam us up now!”
In a flash of light, they were back on board. She immediately spotted a young man with long brown hair and wavey gauges.
“Hey,” he said with a smile, but she had no time for this.
“Jack, get everything hot. Texiera, rev the engines, we need everything running at maximum capacity immediately!”
“You told Kissel to cold ‘em, it’s going to take at least an hour to get them ready again!” barked Texiera.
“We don’t have an hour-” but the engineer cut her off again.
“You can say that, but I’ll still need an hour,” she demanded as Roads continued to the transporter.
“Then the fastest you can, Wifey,” she stated before the wall closed around her.
Texiera turned to the brown haired boy.
“Don’t just stand there, we’ve got three huge fuck off engines to microwave, now GO!”
Roads was rushing into the bridge when Blair suddenly stood up from the seat.
“What happened?!”
“The whole Starfleet base was rigged to beam the entire area to beyond Klingon borders. Kissel start this baby. McQuarrie, set course for this: 7758. 961, area 351.2.”
Kissel groaned and began making controls as McQuarrie easily charted the destination. He stopped.
“The Klingon Capitol, Captain!?” He demanded as he whirled around. “You’re fucking kidding me?!”
“Oh fuck!” Roads covered her eyes as the room got quiet. “YES! The capitol, move it, now!”
McQuarrie turned around and continued charting.
“Are you serious, wait, how did they even beam something that huge all across-” she stopped herself and was reminded of another concern. “There is no way the base is still alive, this is a suicide mission-” and Blair began trying to convince Roads of another course. Roads looked up with all seriousness.
“Cannito, Konei, and Leonard have all been beamed there by mistake. Suicide or not, this is now a rescue mission.” Roads tapped her left arm.
“Texiera!”
A voice came on.
“Uh oh, don’t use that tone with me, I’m working as fast as I can. I’m going to need another fifteen minutes.”
The communication was cut from her side.
“Greg, take over Cannito’s post.” Roads touched the arm. “Eli, get in here and bring your girlfriend. We’ve got shit to do.”
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A whirl of color and lights and suddenly the area surrounding them was dark.
Darkness and the sound of their feet hitting the floor.
“Oh fuck me, I’m dead.” said a voice all choked in black.
“NO, YOU’RE NOT, CAPTAIN FUCKING ROADS GOT US BEAMED TO FUCK OFF NOWHERE,” came a violent angry voice.
“That is the wrong way to approach the situation,” spoke a calm female voice in the dark. “The Captain had every intention to send herself somewhere, not us. I assume this means the controls were rigged to send the base and the area around it to another location rather than the beings on the beaming pad. I suggest we figure out where we are and try to contact the Elyssa.”
“Fine,” the chirping of communicator. “Lt. Cannito to Elyssa.”
No reply.
“Cannito to Elyssa.”
“Oh fuck,” groaned another voice.
Suddenly light poured in, and they squinted to brace the dramatic change. A displeased face greated them. His ridges were large and dominant and implied where they were located.
“Agreed,” admitted Konei, wide eyed.
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“Captain, incoming transmission. Texiera has given us the go.”
“Kissel, punch it!” ordered Roads as she went from looking over her shoulder to giving the dark haired man the order.
“Roger that,” he answered, as he disengaged all prior procedures, and pushed the lever for immediacy into warp. A long roar and then bam, millions of stars were passing they’re vision.
This gave Roads some time.
“Blair!” started Roads leaping to her feet. “You and me will beam down first and try the diplomatic approach. We’ll apologize for the confusion and formerly request the retrieval of our misplaced crew members,” explained Road as she approached Blair.
“And if that fails?” asked Blair, confused on how diplomatic relations would begin with the ruthless nobility and arrogance of the Klingon race.
“Which it probably will, but we have to try at first. If relations fail, Eli will beam on board, sneak us out, and the three of us will find Cannito, Leonard, and Konei on our own.”
Blair felt her serious look quirk a little at the edges. Roads noticed.
“Are you hoping for a fight?” she asked. Blair quickly dismembered the growing smile.
“No, Captain.”
“It‘s a perfectly natural,” observed a voice. Roads looked up to see a taller young man than her with dark almost curly hair in a shape that attempted to orderly and logical. If he had been born with Road’s semi-straight hair he’d have more of a bowl, alien shaped haircut. But because he got the curly gene from their parents, his orderly hair tended to get wild. He had a medium build in a blue shirt uniform. He had brown eyes like hers.
“Eli,” greeted Roads.
“Primal urges run deep in our race,” admitted Eli, Physics officer and historian.
“Half of my blood, all of your race,” declared Blair with a lopsided grin. True, First Officer Blair was born with a mix of both her mother‘s Orion skin and her father‘s pale skin, a pale seafoam color with freckles on her cheeks and other areas.
“Enough,” ordered Roads, very serious for the subject at hand. “Michie.” She whirled around to see the young girl in a yellow dress and short blonde hair. Eli gave her a knowing look.
“I want you to be on red-alert, direct communication with Kissell and Hood. If it looks like Klingon will make an aggressive attempt, and by aggressive I mean even if a grocery cart happens to hit the hull of the Elyssa, I want you to ensure you keep firing until Kissel gets you the fuck out of there, is that understood?” Roads was giving instruction to Michie, then would holler over to Kissel who had his attention glued to the fuctions of the drive. The blonde girl nodded.
“’Kay, get photon cannons and all torpedeos ready. Go. Move it.”
“Aye aye, Captain,” Michie stated and gave Eli a small worried smile as she headed out the bridge.
“Captain, estimated arrival in 7 minutes and 41 seconds,” declared Kissel.
“Good, we’ll be there soon. Eli, Texiera will inform you the coordinates,” instructed Roads. “Be sure to bring a medical bag.”
“Arrival in 6 minutes and 27 seconds,” informed Kissel.
“Roads, what business did Starfleet have in inventing this chaos?” asked Blair suddenly as Roads finally slipped back into her seat. Blair continued to stand by her side.
“Why do I have a feeling that time travel is to blame here?” guessed Roads. Blair was quiet and her lips made a thin line as she folded her arms over her chest.
“I remember there was space chatter,” Blair stated at first. Roads turned with interest in her eyes. Blair readjusted herself, leaning on the arm of the chair. “I remember hearing just after the Enterprise crew returned from the Battle of Narada that the engineer had made a huge advancement in beaming technology.”
Roads ran a hand up to squeeze stress from the bridge of her nose. “You think maybe the Enterprise had something to do with this?”
Blair shrugged. “There were also rumours going around that Starfleet was trying to keep quiet. Rumours that a visit from the future had something to do with the advancement in the technology and that they had convinced the engineer to leak his formula.”
“So you think this was stupid Starfleet experimentation with something they had no clue how to properly handle?” demanded Roads. Blair rose a brow.
“Oh please, Starfleet isn’t the kind of armada above meddling in things they don’t need to be meddling in,” stated Blair.
“Captain, 3 minutes and 41 seconds until arrival.”
“You know this I why I liked art. With Art, I didn’t have to keep wondering what it was doing when my back was turned,” admitted Roads as she rolled her head to the other shoulder in thought. Blair nodded slowly and was about to say something when she suddenly became still.
“Wait, Roads, our ship is coming at warp speed? They’re going to think-”
RED ALERT RED ALERT
The ship shook hard right and Blair collapsed across Roads lap. Roads held her as the ship took moved erratically.
“Captain, we’re being attacked!”
“Emergency evasive maneuver down, Fire all photons!” shouted Roads over the sirens, as she pulled Blair up onto her feet. She hit a collection of buttons. “Michie, get your shit together!”
A huge swerve, and both Roads and Blair were bracing themselves on the arm of the chair.
“On screen, now!” demanded Roads. “Hail them, Greg!”
“Yes, sir! Ma’am! Captain!” Greg was tripping over protocol.
“DO IT!” screamed Roads as she looked at him over her shoulder.
Lights were flashing, the ship was still shaking, avoiding the blasts of the Klingon ships as they came onto screen. Roads could feel each hit like a bruise on her body, and she would be able to count and hate each one when this was over. She told herself when this was over.
“Receiving hail from Klingon border patrol!”
The shaking stopped, and the standstill was almost deafening.
The screen came on with the impressive rigged face of the Klingon patrol leader.
“Starfleet swine! Surrender now! The immediate breaching of the border is against the treaty!” he commanded the Klingon.
“This is Captain Watson of the Starship NCC 2201 Elyssa! We come with peaceful intentions. We have diplomatic means to discuss,” explained the Captain.
The Klingon looked intrigued by the information. He readjusted himself as he looked across from the fearful faces of Road’s crew to her steady, secure expression.
“I have no information of the arrival,” he stated.
“That’s because the negotiations are urgent. Starfleet has yet to warn you of our sudden visit,” she explained, as if it all made sense.
“If this is another slender trick of the clever and spineless Starfleet-”
“This is nothing but a simple meeting,” began Roads slowly and confidently, “of strong and unconquerable minds.”
The Klingon paused and chewed the inside of his cheek.
“You may pass. Be aware you are under constant survelliance.”
Roads held herself from smiling victoriously.
“We are aware. Your actions are appreciated.”
The Klingon cut the transmission before her reply could go through. Roads was immediately on her feet.
“Status report!”
“Medical and fuel storages received damages, but all airlocks were sealed!”
“Medical reports injuries, but no deaths.”
Roads would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if she could tell if she was breathing again.
“Shields at 60%! We‘re also completely surrounded by at least 14 ships.”
Roads tapped controls.
“Texiera, engines!”
“We’re going at maximum, Captain!” came the commanding young voice.
“Keep ‘em hot,” ordered the Captain. She pressed another button. “Michie, remember my orders. Hit em if they so much as scrape the side with their car doors.”
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Hard, cold iron against her wrists. Maybe titanium mixture with diamond mineral. Hard to tell without proper analysis.
The young vulcan Konei found her arms shackled to the concrete ground in the dim light peeking above her head. She was still dressed in her uniform but she could feel hazy pain coming from the top of her head. She flipped her long hair to one side to get a better view of the light source. It seemed to be artificial through a grid of bars indicating she could be underground or in a man made prison. Again, hard to tell without proper analysis.
Konei remembered a large hand ripping her out of the closet her landing party had beamed themselves in. She remembered futilely struggling in an attempt to do a nerve pinch. The injury on her head was testimony to its failure. Everything had gone black.
The sounds of a door opening and light poured in from another source. Konei looked up to see a shadowed, muscular figure, but as the door closed, it was clouded in darkness. Konei prepared herself.
As the footsteps came toward her, Konei spread her hands flat, as far as the shackles would allow on the ground, palms face down. In seconds timed to the visitor’s arrival, she jumped to the toes of her feet, and flipped over to land a double kick to a hard chest. Her aim made it’s target, and she could feel and hear the visitor fly several feet onto his back with a large grunt.
One second she was on her back on the floor, her hand shackled above her head, the next she had flipped herself to stand on her hands. She was crouching as she eagerly pulled on the shackles with her feet planted under her knees to brace herself. Useless. She’d have to continue fighting with only her legs.
The footsteps came again, and she prepared to defend herself. She managed to dodge the fist that came for her head, and instead, hooked a leg out to sweep him off his feet. It worked, and the creature fell, giving Konei the advantage of landing an ax kick force on the front of his face. The realization came to her as her foot fell hard.
Klingon.
They had been beamed to Klingon borders.
The situation perplexed her, but there was no time to examine. She pulled the body toward her and struggled with her limited hand movement to find his keys or a phaser or something.
Useless. This word was getting tiresome for Konei.
At that moment, light poured in again, another shadowed figure, and as Konei crouched to defend herself again, he instead pointed at her, which only meant-
“AHHH!”
Konei began wriggling in pain, she cringed and attempted to resist making another outcry as the first. Her heavy breathing through her teeth gave her an excess to feel.
“You Vulcans. All that intelligence and logic, and you’re still incredulously weak. All that dishonor wrapped in an entire race of beings. The extermination of your species was only a matter of time. The Romulan only hastened your demise,” said the strong, rough voice in the dark as he came closer. The closer he got, the more intense the pain. Konei was squeezing so hard, her fingernails made cuts in the palm of her hands.
“What are you doing here? How did you get past our defenses? Why did Starfleet send so few of you?” asked the voice. Konei’s feet scraped against the concrete in effort to kick away such pain. He eased up on something, but she refused to answer his questions.
“Vulcan.” the new klingon kicked away the still breathing body of the fallen one. He grabbed Konei by the scruff of her shirt and held her tiny face in his large hand. “I do not repeat myself.”
Konei just stared at him emotionlessly, now that the pain was at a tolerable level. He pulled out a daggar and traced the tip along her chin creating a red line.
“For every question you don’t answer you will receive a mark. I know complexion is an admiral trait of your kind. Do not misunderstand me. I will damage you beyond repair.”
“I apologize. It seems there is some confusion. I was under the impression you knew I was of Vulcan heritage. Now I realize, you are simply confused by its definition,” choked out Konei from his grip. “We Vulcans cannot be broken.”
As soon as the last word left her mouth, Konei received the hard side of the back of his hand and fell to the ground. The pain that followed was insurmountable. Konei was far from religious, but it would be untruthful to say that at the moment she prayed that she was important enough for someone to chase after her. No matter how illogical it would be for the Captain to do so.
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Starship Elyssa
Episode 1 - Missing
“Personal Captain’s log 24533.4”
“Chief Engineer Texiera gave me crap yesterday over the state of the engines. I think she may be overdoing it a bit. I usually like to fill up the last chance we get to avoid those irritating dock boys who are by the way, are crack on tap, but I’ll tell Helmsman Kissel and Navigator McQuarrie to make headway to nearest Starfleet base to make necessary adjustments. It’s about time for shore leave anyway.”
“Lt. Cannito has been doing some great stuff in communications. She’s also been able to detect when people are faking the dialects, which has become most useful when Romulans try to slip by as Vulcans. However, when it comes to watching movies, it proves to be accurate but unnecessary.”
“CMO Leonard doesn’t answer when I call. Maybe perhaps because I continue to refer her to as ‘Shannonigans.’ She’s also refused to wear female protocol dress, but I guess we all have our own tastes. I personally like a good strong breeze.”
“Officer Konei and First officer Blair have made good friends. This allegiance worries me. Of course, the resident ‘Vulcan’ has no comment on the matter.”
“I think First Officer Blair and I may visit the market district on shore leave and pick up some freaking sushi. I have had cravings for it since we left the academy.”
_+_+_+_
Starship Elyssa data log.
Memory of all crew members.
Captain
Name: Catherine Josephine Watson
Nickname: “Roads”
Age: 25
Report: Although questionable in methods of negotiations and unorthodox in practice, Captain Watson possesses the creative energy and determination to lead the crew into any situation, dangerous or harmless. Promoted at an alarming rate, she was recommended by Admiral Pike and approved by the Starfleet Academy Council. Combat skills are above average. Knowledge of the science and technology is limited.
Additional Data: One sibling on the ship, brother Eliot Watson, Physics Officer and Historian.
_+_+_+_
LIGHTS ON.
“Auuuugh…”
Who programmed the computer to turn on the lights at 700 hours? The person under the bunched up comforters rolled over, burying her head deeper into the darkness. Although it was a thick comforter, it was pretty useless after she was awake. The woman underneath, poked out her head and groaned. She rolled out of bed and hit the floor on the balls of her feet. She rolled her neck and stood up not so easily.
“Computer. Play Does it Offend You Yeah? - Dawn of the Dead.”
The music started playing, and she can move her body again. After a shower and a stretch, the woman changed into a long black, crew neck, sleeveless slip that ended a good length from her knee, then over that, pulled a short sleeved, golden mesh dress over it. It ended an inch longer than the previous. Two bands encircled her biceps at the end of the sleeves as a silver symbol reflected light over her heart.
“Computer, coffee please, milk and sugar.”
The first taste was nasty, but the second was good, and soon she was out the door, holding her happy cup. In the hallway, someone called her name.
“Captain Watson.”
A young woman was rushing toward her with a serious look on her face. She had ears with pointed tips and was dressed in a blue shirt, black pants, and boots.
“Morning, Officer Konei,” said Watson with a grin. The Vulcan woman was holding a PADD, and once she was at the Captain‘s side, she started talking.
“We’ve arrived at Apollis. Starfleet has commanded us to investigate the disappearance of the Starfleet base there.”
The Captain continued drinking, listening.
“Lt. Cannito has received no transmissions or communications of any kind. We’ve found the coordinates of the last record of the base, but there is no evidence of any manmade structure having been there.”
“So, case of the missing Starfleet base?” asked the Captain. “What am I, Nancy Drew?”
“I am familiar with that young adult earth series, but it’s trivial elements barely apply to the dramatic ones we are currently facing,” replied the pointy eared girl. She stopped. “An entire base, 128 people, gone.”
The Captain folded her arms under her breasts, holding the empty coffee cup. “You say complete vanished? Not even a energy footprint?”
“The last one made was about two weeks ago.”
“How could an entire base disappear?”
“I don’t know, Captain. If it was destroyed, the ruins would at least be testimony for its existence.”
“I am severely worried.”
“As am I.”
The Captain nodded as they started walking again, this time at a quicker pace to the same destination.
“Pull together a landing party. You, Leonard, the Klingon, and I will beam down and observe the site. Maybe we can gather something there.”
“Yes, Captain.”
They divided as they entered the bridge, Konei to her post, and the Captain to hers, in the seat. She leaned over a curly man’s post at navigation.
“McQuarrie! Coordinates are correct, yeah?” asked the Captain. The young man raised his eyes to hers in half-a-glare.
“I’m the designated driver, remember?” he said without so much as a smile, although his words were all joke.
“Gimme the coordinates please,” said the Captain. McQuarrie tapped his finger along the screen and drew up the exact numbers.
“003,66.5, space 4567. Planet Apollis, fourth from the star H’Leheala,” recited Johnathon lazily, with a sigh, as if he’d already done it for times to Blair and Konei. Even the man next to him, was tired of hearing it as his lips mouthed the words with the piercing curled around the bottom.
“Kissel, how are the systems?” asked Captain, easing up and moving over to the mocking man. He didn’t bristle, he merely pulled back his length of brown hair and answered.
“Warm, ready. We’ve paused for about an hour, no more,” stated the helmsman.
“Good. We might be here for a while, so it’s okay to get settled into things, but I hope nothing longer than 48 hours,” explained the Captain.
“Aye aye.”
“The Landing Party is assembled, Captain.”
Captain Watson looked up to see the a redheaded, pale green woman with freckles in a blue uniform approach her. Behind her was a collection of women, a short brunette humanoid with soft ridges in her pale forehead in a red uniform dress. Beside her was a woman of the same height, curvy, with light brown hair in a bob and round glasses. She was dressed as a medical officer in a male uniform. Beside her, was Officer Konei with blue uniform shirt, pale skin with a green tint and pointy ears.
“Good…” The Captain stood up and walked slightly pass the commander, then she stopped, looking downward. A moment of seriousness passed.
Oh did it pass.
“Last one to the beaming pad is a wanker!” And rushed out of the bridge with an angry group of adults following her swiftly.
“Blair, you have the conn!”
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The ground was wet, cold, even though surrounding them was nothing but green rainforest. All sorts of sounds were echoing and cooing in the arms of the towering trees which seemed to go on forever, and nonsensical phrases were coming from unseen creatures, their words falling on uneducated ears.
Luckily, it was daylight on the side of world where they landed. The soil pooled around their Starfleet boots as their party moved through the thick brush. Four young woman varying in colors, races, build, height and species walked through the jungle like a party of Neverland’s lost boys, fearless and intrigued.
“Captain Catherine Watson, I wish you would’ve informed me and the rest of the crew that the enviroment was intolerable! I would’ve worn pants,” groaned the klingon in the short red dress as she slapped an insect that dared to stab her flesh. The medical officer grabbed her by the arm to stop her and shoot her in the neck with a hypospray. The injection caused the klingon’s face to cringe and to inhale sharply from the pain. “Ow, Leonard! What the hell?”
“It’s for your own good, Cannito. That’s for the little bastards that keep biting us,” stated the medical officer in blue shirt and pants. She spotted a backwards glance from the Captain, who then quickly turned back around and began rushing in the opposite direction, through the branches, past Konei who was leading the way.
“Don’t think you can get away from me, Roads!” shouted Leonard as she began chasing “Roads” with a hypospray in one hand and a medical bag over her shoulder. She finally caught her up in the neck, who doubled over grabbing the wounded flesh.
“Goddamit, Shannonigans!” she cursed, rubbing the pink spot.
“Don’t call me that!” the CMO retorted, angrily.
“Captain!” A widdly wee sound was coming from Konei’s tricorder as she appeared behind Shannon Leonard. “This is the site.”
Roads frowned, as she looked around.
“But… we’re still in the jungle.”
True, they were still surrounded by thick branches, leaves and wildlife. No hint of concrete or energy or man footprint. They were perhaps, the first human or alien kind to make an effect on the peaceful world around them.
As the science officer walked around with his tricorder, examining the area, Roads, the captain, weaved in and out of the trees as well, looking for some kind of clue. The CMO kept the company of the communications officer.
“What do you think happened here?” asked Cannito.
“Not, sure,” admitted Leonard. “I’m thinking the information from command was wrong.”
“It would be very strange to get incorrect information from Starfleet,” stated Cannito.
Roads was walking and tiptoeing through the mud and earth when she noticed her boots no longer pooled in the soil. Two more steps. The ground was hard. She looked down and began spreading the dirt thin with the bottom of her shoes.
White metal.
“KONEI! LEONARD, CANNITO!” she hollered over her shoulder as she fell to her knees and began hastily wiping away the grime. The three girls soon appeared at her side.
“Is that…” began Konei as Roads revealed a white circle of glass and metal, “a beaming pad?”
“Not only that but there’s six of them! This was the beaming pad of the station,” stated Roads in awe as she began wiping away the glass receptors.
“What’s going on here?”
Roads pulled out her communicator. “Roads to Elyssa. Wifey, you better beam down here. We’ve got a case for you.”
Seconds later, a young woman with curly dark hair and in a red dress appeared in black boots she marched over to the site with much annoyance.
“The hell?” was the first words to escape her mouth. Roads explained to her the situation as she began examining the pad. Then she stood up and walked as she counted, 16 steps, and hit something covered in marsh. She began pulling vines away, then cutting them away from one of her laser tools.
“Texiera?” asked Roads.
“If there’s a pad, there’s a control counter,” observed Texiera, and the others began helping her pull and cut away the vines that were indeed trapping a chrome structure with computer controls. Texiera immediately awakened it and smiled as she did so.
“It still works,” she said with almost glee, then frowned. “Captain, the location was set for empty space. No, that can’t be right…”
Roads furrowed her brows. “You mean, maybe a ship at the time which cant be there anymore.”
“Possibly,” nodded Texiera. She began fiddling around some more when unfortunately, Roads had a bad idea.
“Let’s beam me there,” stated the young Captain as she began walking towards the pad.
Everyone looked shocked.
“Excuse me?”
“Wifey?” Roads turned to Texiera who gave her a “are you fucking kidding me” look which was classic Texiera. She rolled her eyes and began arranging new coordinates.
“Look, I’ll beam you ten feet, but no farther, okay? You fool.”
“Party pooper pants.”
Texiera pretended not to hear that, and as she hit the button to beam Roads to a new location, the colors that were supposed to surround her, instead began to light under around the females still on the ground, under the soles of their boots and inches from their skin. Their reactions were brasive.
“LAUREN!” shouted Cannito, angrily. Lauren Texiera began panicking.
“It’s not me, I-” Texiera was searching for any control that would reverse the effect. Roads stared as CMO Leonard began panicking as well. Konei seem startled but not dramatic as the colors swirled around her body.
“Texiera, stop the beaming-” Captain ordered.
“Don’t you think I’m already trying-”
“Roads, figure something out!” demanded Leonard as she clutched her bag and stared across at the Captain. Roads came to a last resort as she rushed to grab the CMO before she could leave. But as her finger tips grazed the beam of lights, it was too late.
The three of them were gone.
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“What the fuck was that?!” demanded Roads.
“Instead of beaming people on the pad, it beams the rest in the surrounding area,” concluded Texiera as she checked the coordinates.
Roads looked over her shoulder.
“So shouldn’t they be only ten feet from here?” demanded Roads. Texiera was silent as she moved her fingers.
“The course I laid out was overwhelmed and set to default coordinates,” stated Texiera. Her mouth opened, and words began spilling out. “They’ve crossed unbelievable limits, Captain! They’re located over Klingon border!”
Roads paled.
“Well at least that explains the missing base,” Roads said.
“I don’t understand how they found this technology? I thought you could only beam within planetary space region, maybe within a solar system but how could they come up with this?” wondered Texiera out loud, looking up at Roads.
“Those crazy fuckers,” began Road. “What’s the coordinates.”
Lauren tapped her fingers. “7758. 961, area 351.2.”
Roads pulled out her communicator. “Roads to Elyssa, beam us up now!”
In a flash of light, they were back on board. She immediately spotted a young man with long brown hair and wavey gauges.
“Hey,” he said with a smile, but she had no time for this.
“Jack, get everything hot. Texiera, rev the engines, we need everything running at maximum capacity immediately!”
“You told Kissel to cold ‘em, it’s going to take at least an hour to get them ready again!” barked Texiera.
“We don’t have an hour-” but the engineer cut her off again.
“You can say that, but I’ll still need an hour,” she demanded as Roads continued to the transporter.
“Then the fastest you can, Wifey,” she stated before the wall closed around her.
Texiera turned to the brown haired boy.
“Don’t just stand there, we’ve got three huge fuck off engines to microwave, now GO!”
Roads was rushing into the bridge when Blair suddenly stood up from the seat.
“What happened?!”
“The whole Starfleet base was rigged to beam the entire area to beyond Klingon borders. Kissel start this baby. McQuarrie, set course for this: 7758. 961, area 351.2.”
Kissel groaned and began making controls as McQuarrie easily charted the destination. He stopped.
“The Klingon Capitol, Captain!?” He demanded as he whirled around. “You’re fucking kidding me?!”
“Oh fuck!” Roads covered her eyes as the room got quiet. “YES! The capitol, move it, now!”
McQuarrie turned around and continued charting.
“Are you serious, wait, how did they even beam something that huge all across-” she stopped herself and was reminded of another concern. “There is no way the base is still alive, this is a suicide mission-” and Blair began trying to convince Roads of another course. Roads looked up with all seriousness.
“Cannito, Konei, and Leonard have all been beamed there by mistake. Suicide or not, this is now a rescue mission.” Roads tapped her left arm.
“Texiera!”
A voice came on.
“Uh oh, don’t use that tone with me, I’m working as fast as I can. I’m going to need another fifteen minutes.”
The communication was cut from her side.
“Greg, take over Cannito’s post.” Roads touched the arm. “Eli, get in here and bring your girlfriend. We’ve got shit to do.”
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A whirl of color and lights and suddenly the area surrounding them was dark.
Darkness and the sound of their feet hitting the floor.
“Oh fuck me, I’m dead.” said a voice all choked in black.
“NO, YOU’RE NOT, CAPTAIN FUCKING ROADS GOT US BEAMED TO FUCK OFF NOWHERE,” came a violent angry voice.
“That is the wrong way to approach the situation,” spoke a calm female voice in the dark. “The Captain had every intention to send herself somewhere, not us. I assume this means the controls were rigged to send the base and the area around it to another location rather than the beings on the beaming pad. I suggest we figure out where we are and try to contact the Elyssa.”
“Fine,” the chirping of communicator. “Lt. Cannito to Elyssa.”
No reply.
“Cannito to Elyssa.”
“Oh fuck,” groaned another voice.
Suddenly light poured in, and they squinted to brace the dramatic change. A displeased face greated them. His ridges were large and dominant and implied where they were located.
“Agreed,” admitted Konei, wide eyed.
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“Captain, incoming transmission. Texiera has given us the go.”
“Kissel, punch it!” ordered Roads as she went from looking over her shoulder to giving the dark haired man the order.
“Roger that,” he answered, as he disengaged all prior procedures, and pushed the lever for immediacy into warp. A long roar and then bam, millions of stars were passing they’re vision.
This gave Roads some time.
“Blair!” started Roads leaping to her feet. “You and me will beam down first and try the diplomatic approach. We’ll apologize for the confusion and formerly request the retrieval of our misplaced crew members,” explained Road as she approached Blair.
“And if that fails?” asked Blair, confused on how diplomatic relations would begin with the ruthless nobility and arrogance of the Klingon race.
“Which it probably will, but we have to try at first. If relations fail, Eli will beam on board, sneak us out, and the three of us will find Cannito, Leonard, and Konei on our own.”
Blair felt her serious look quirk a little at the edges. Roads noticed.
“Are you hoping for a fight?” she asked. Blair quickly dismembered the growing smile.
“No, Captain.”
“It‘s a perfectly natural,” observed a voice. Roads looked up to see a taller young man than her with dark almost curly hair in a shape that attempted to orderly and logical. If he had been born with Road’s semi-straight hair he’d have more of a bowl, alien shaped haircut. But because he got the curly gene from their parents, his orderly hair tended to get wild. He had a medium build in a blue shirt uniform. He had brown eyes like hers.
“Eli,” greeted Roads.
“Primal urges run deep in our race,” admitted Eli, Physics officer and historian.
“Half of my blood, all of your race,” declared Blair with a lopsided grin. True, First Officer Blair was born with a mix of both her mother‘s Orion skin and her father‘s pale skin, a pale seafoam color with freckles on her cheeks and other areas.
“Enough,” ordered Roads, very serious for the subject at hand. “Michie.” She whirled around to see the young girl in a yellow dress and short blonde hair. Eli gave her a knowing look.
“I want you to be on red-alert, direct communication with Kissell and Hood. If it looks like Klingon will make an aggressive attempt, and by aggressive I mean even if a grocery cart happens to hit the hull of the Elyssa, I want you to ensure you keep firing until Kissel gets you the fuck out of there, is that understood?” Roads was giving instruction to Michie, then would holler over to Kissel who had his attention glued to the fuctions of the drive. The blonde girl nodded.
“’Kay, get photon cannons and all torpedeos ready. Go. Move it.”
“Aye aye, Captain,” Michie stated and gave Eli a small worried smile as she headed out the bridge.
“Captain, estimated arrival in 7 minutes and 41 seconds,” declared Kissel.
“Good, we’ll be there soon. Eli, Texiera will inform you the coordinates,” instructed Roads. “Be sure to bring a medical bag.”
“Arrival in 6 minutes and 27 seconds,” informed Kissel.
“Roads, what business did Starfleet have in inventing this chaos?” asked Blair suddenly as Roads finally slipped back into her seat. Blair continued to stand by her side.
“Why do I have a feeling that time travel is to blame here?” guessed Roads. Blair was quiet and her lips made a thin line as she folded her arms over her chest.
“I remember there was space chatter,” Blair stated at first. Roads turned with interest in her eyes. Blair readjusted herself, leaning on the arm of the chair. “I remember hearing just after the Enterprise crew returned from the Battle of Narada that the engineer had made a huge advancement in beaming technology.”
Roads ran a hand up to squeeze stress from the bridge of her nose. “You think maybe the Enterprise had something to do with this?”
Blair shrugged. “There were also rumours going around that Starfleet was trying to keep quiet. Rumours that a visit from the future had something to do with the advancement in the technology and that they had convinced the engineer to leak his formula.”
“So you think this was stupid Starfleet experimentation with something they had no clue how to properly handle?” demanded Roads. Blair rose a brow.
“Oh please, Starfleet isn’t the kind of armada above meddling in things they don’t need to be meddling in,” stated Blair.
“Captain, 3 minutes and 41 seconds until arrival.”
“You know this I why I liked art. With Art, I didn’t have to keep wondering what it was doing when my back was turned,” admitted Roads as she rolled her head to the other shoulder in thought. Blair nodded slowly and was about to say something when she suddenly became still.
“Wait, Roads, our ship is coming at warp speed? They’re going to think-”
RED ALERT RED ALERT
The ship shook hard right and Blair collapsed across Roads lap. Roads held her as the ship took moved erratically.
“Captain, we’re being attacked!”
“Emergency evasive maneuver down, Fire all photons!” shouted Roads over the sirens, as she pulled Blair up onto her feet. She hit a collection of buttons. “Michie, get your shit together!”
A huge swerve, and both Roads and Blair were bracing themselves on the arm of the chair.
“On screen, now!” demanded Roads. “Hail them, Greg!”
“Yes, sir! Ma’am! Captain!” Greg was tripping over protocol.
“DO IT!” screamed Roads as she looked at him over her shoulder.
Lights were flashing, the ship was still shaking, avoiding the blasts of the Klingon ships as they came onto screen. Roads could feel each hit like a bruise on her body, and she would be able to count and hate each one when this was over. She told herself when this was over.
“Receiving hail from Klingon border patrol!”
The shaking stopped, and the standstill was almost deafening.
The screen came on with the impressive rigged face of the Klingon patrol leader.
“Starfleet swine! Surrender now! The immediate breaching of the border is against the treaty!” he commanded the Klingon.
“This is Captain Watson of the Starship NCC 2201 Elyssa! We come with peaceful intentions. We have diplomatic means to discuss,” explained the Captain.
The Klingon looked intrigued by the information. He readjusted himself as he looked across from the fearful faces of Road’s crew to her steady, secure expression.
“I have no information of the arrival,” he stated.
“That’s because the negotiations are urgent. Starfleet has yet to warn you of our sudden visit,” she explained, as if it all made sense.
“If this is another slender trick of the clever and spineless Starfleet-”
“This is nothing but a simple meeting,” began Roads slowly and confidently, “of strong and unconquerable minds.”
The Klingon paused and chewed the inside of his cheek.
“You may pass. Be aware you are under constant survelliance.”
Roads held herself from smiling victoriously.
“We are aware. Your actions are appreciated.”
The Klingon cut the transmission before her reply could go through. Roads was immediately on her feet.
“Status report!”
“Medical and fuel storages received damages, but all airlocks were sealed!”
“Medical reports injuries, but no deaths.”
Roads would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if she could tell if she was breathing again.
“Shields at 60%! We‘re also completely surrounded by at least 14 ships.”
Roads tapped controls.
“Texiera, engines!”
“We’re going at maximum, Captain!” came the commanding young voice.
“Keep ‘em hot,” ordered the Captain. She pressed another button. “Michie, remember my orders. Hit em if they so much as scrape the side with their car doors.”
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Hard, cold iron against her wrists. Maybe titanium mixture with diamond mineral. Hard to tell without proper analysis.
The young vulcan Konei found her arms shackled to the concrete ground in the dim light peeking above her head. She was still dressed in her uniform but she could feel hazy pain coming from the top of her head. She flipped her long hair to one side to get a better view of the light source. It seemed to be artificial through a grid of bars indicating she could be underground or in a man made prison. Again, hard to tell without proper analysis.
Konei remembered a large hand ripping her out of the closet her landing party had beamed themselves in. She remembered futilely struggling in an attempt to do a nerve pinch. The injury on her head was testimony to its failure. Everything had gone black.
The sounds of a door opening and light poured in from another source. Konei looked up to see a shadowed, muscular figure, but as the door closed, it was clouded in darkness. Konei prepared herself.
As the footsteps came toward her, Konei spread her hands flat, as far as the shackles would allow on the ground, palms face down. In seconds timed to the visitor’s arrival, she jumped to the toes of her feet, and flipped over to land a double kick to a hard chest. Her aim made it’s target, and she could feel and hear the visitor fly several feet onto his back with a large grunt.
One second she was on her back on the floor, her hand shackled above her head, the next she had flipped herself to stand on her hands. She was crouching as she eagerly pulled on the shackles with her feet planted under her knees to brace herself. Useless. She’d have to continue fighting with only her legs.
The footsteps came again, and she prepared to defend herself. She managed to dodge the fist that came for her head, and instead, hooked a leg out to sweep him off his feet. It worked, and the creature fell, giving Konei the advantage of landing an ax kick force on the front of his face. The realization came to her as her foot fell hard.
Klingon.
They had been beamed to Klingon borders.
The situation perplexed her, but there was no time to examine. She pulled the body toward her and struggled with her limited hand movement to find his keys or a phaser or something.
Useless. This word was getting tiresome for Konei.
At that moment, light poured in again, another shadowed figure, and as Konei crouched to defend herself again, he instead pointed at her, which only meant-
“AHHH!”
Konei began wriggling in pain, she cringed and attempted to resist making another outcry as the first. Her heavy breathing through her teeth gave her an excess to feel.
“You Vulcans. All that intelligence and logic, and you’re still incredulously weak. All that dishonor wrapped in an entire race of beings. The extermination of your species was only a matter of time. The Romulan only hastened your demise,” said the strong, rough voice in the dark as he came closer. The closer he got, the more intense the pain. Konei was squeezing so hard, her fingernails made cuts in the palm of her hands.
“What are you doing here? How did you get past our defenses? Why did Starfleet send so few of you?” asked the voice. Konei’s feet scraped against the concrete in effort to kick away such pain. He eased up on something, but she refused to answer his questions.
“Vulcan.” the new klingon kicked away the still breathing body of the fallen one. He grabbed Konei by the scruff of her shirt and held her tiny face in his large hand. “I do not repeat myself.”
Konei just stared at him emotionlessly, now that the pain was at a tolerable level. He pulled out a daggar and traced the tip along her chin creating a red line.
“For every question you don’t answer you will receive a mark. I know complexion is an admiral trait of your kind. Do not misunderstand me. I will damage you beyond repair.”
“I apologize. It seems there is some confusion. I was under the impression you knew I was of Vulcan heritage. Now I realize, you are simply confused by its definition,” choked out Konei from his grip. “We Vulcans cannot be broken.”
As soon as the last word left her mouth, Konei received the hard side of the back of his hand and fell to the ground. The pain that followed was insurmountable. Konei was far from religious, but it would be untruthful to say that at the moment she prayed that she was important enough for someone to chase after her. No matter how illogical it would be for the Captain to do so.
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