"Fuck work, video communicator, work! We need help! Our ship was raided by Klingons, there were only a few of us on this ship at that time. Toby, and I were the last students for Captain Kota to be dropped off for the monthly live-in experience of a Starfleet, to find a career we would consider. We belong to the ship called "Enterprise," or something like that with a Captain Kirk." She then became to franticly nudge the dazed creature next to her. "Toby! T-t-oby, get up. Come on move you, logical bastard."
"Nnngh. N-n-not a bastard, parents were married before I was born. W-w-where are we located?"
"Third broom closet from the Captain's quarters. How are you holding up?"
"Holding what?"
"You know what I mean fucking mean."
"Perry, you have to be more specific if- Ghhhaa." Toby's breathing hitched as Perry shifted her gaze to the pile of coats they were currently entangled in. "My back." Toby groaned, closing her eyes. "Please, don't move. With your every movement my eyes seem to be losing the ability of catching light."
"Check all the rooms!" A loud voice barked.
"Someone, anyone, help!" Perry whispered.
The door to the broom closet suddenly swung open.
Perry was dragged out kicking and screaming, her blond tresses bounced through the air wildly as she was lifted out the closet.
Two Klingons picked up Toby's body; her violet hair dangled over her lolled head. Two pointy ears stuck out through her hair, one ear was stained pink like the left side of her face. Her eyelids drooped to reveal two white pupils turning red.
"Make sure to use twice the bondage on the Vulcan this time."
"toDSaH?" One Klingon said, lifting up a blinking recording device.
"toDSaH!" The Klingon agreed, chuckling.
"Loosen your fucking grip, your cutting off the circulation!" Perry shouted before sinking her teeth into the hand of one Klingon.
"Knock it off." The Klingon said, prying at Perry's mouth with his grubby fingers.
Releasing her hold on the hand, Perry spat a bloody loogie at the nearby Klingons that were carrying her unconscious friend.
"qaStaH nuq jay! QI'yaH! Qu'vatlh!" Perry spat loudly, surprising herself.
"Bljatlh 'e' yImev!" Another Klingon shouted, yanking Perry's hair.
"Ha'DIbaH!" She shouted, grinding her teeth.
"tlhIngan Hol Dajatlh'a'?" One Klingon said.
"No shit Sherlock. I responded to you, right?" Perry said, rolling her eyes.
The Klingons proceeded to march down a dimly lit hallway, muttering to themselves with amazement that a little human understood their complicated language. The chattering stomp when they reached the eight door on the right. The keypad to the door was smashed so they easily ventured inside.
This very room turned out to be her and Toby's temporary living quarters. Their copper drawers and dressers were ransacked, Toby's books and Perry's art supplies littered the grey carpet.
"Tie her up away from the Vulcan. We don't want any funny business." One Klingon snarled.
Perry sat bound and gagged in a metal chair, facing Toby, whose head dangled to the right.
"What did you do to the Vulcan?" One Klingon shouted. "They have to be alive!"
"Nitrous oxide gas."
"Ha'DIbaH!" Perry hissed against through the pesky mouthpiece that lock her jaw in place.
"Calm down she just passed out."
"Any last words you want to say on camera?" One Klingon said, placing Perry's video communicator in front Perry's perspiring face.
"Fuck off."
A faint silver ring began to form around Toby's closed eyes. The new coloring on her face ran across the rest of white skin on her body, not touching the pink discoloration. Green blood began to drip profusely from her mouth.
"How bout you?"
"Game over." Toby said, giggling which revealed sharp fangs.
"W-w-what a-are y-you?"
"An error."
...Signal ...lost...Try ...connecting ...again...
Captain Kirk gaped at the video that just played on his PADD. The coordinates to the Klingon infested ship appeared on the screen.
We have to change our course, Kirk thought, bolting out of his quarters in his pajamas to wake everyone up.
