We were the reason the federation came into existence. We began the war, and even though some of us helped end it, betraying our own, we were still despised. Even thought 50 years have passed, we are still hated and feared. The federation came into existence to prevent anything like this from happening again, and as punishment, our "nature" was locked away creating us to look like humans, or whatever species who's planet we chose to remain upon. They did this to protect themselves; we agreed to this to protect us from them. There were only a select few who were not locked away and instead served as personal guardians for high-ranking officials. There are still many of us who survive. Those who hide, and those who betrayed the universe, the fallen as we call them. The fallen wait, preparing for the day they get their revenge.
Her fingers wrapped around the small silver trinket that hung from her long neck, its unusual silver knotting often mistaken for a Celtic tribal symbol. No matter how many years passed, she was unable to remove the object from her neck out of obligation to the one that had given it to her. It distracted people from looking at the silver chocker that was right above the necklace; it kept people from asking anything really. She was jerked away from her thoughts due to the sudden shake in the small shuttle. No one else on board seemed phased by it except her. Then again she had never really gotten used to shuttles, the small space of them scared her but nothing could be helped. Until things were fixed from the latest incident, warping was out of the question. The shuttle finally landed in the hull of the infamous USS Enterprise, the pride of the federation. She hadn't seen its completion, but from her wiring designs and slight work on the weapons, she knew it wouldn't be an easy thing to beat. But what she saw shocked her. Sparks were flying everywhere; numerous crewmembers were frantically busy working on repairing the hull. She shuddered at the thought of what happened to the rest of the ship. Stupid, pig headed captain, can't even take care of the ship after its been fixed she thought bitterly to her self.
She tossed the long black braid over her shoulder as she tightened the grip on her duffel bag. As she walked towards the engineering room she received numerous odd looks from crewmembers, but they were something she had gotten used to. Unlike most women she wasn't stick thin but what many called a curvy athletic build. She took pride in the fact that she didn't look like a sickly tree but often times her appearance hindered her in her career with the men in her field. Her ivory was the final touch to her as they complemented the golden eyes that searched for the familiar face she had been waiting for and soon she was smiling.
"Jesse!" Nyota grappled Jesse into a giant hug and the two laughed. "Oh I am so happy you're here! I was so shocked when Jim said that you were assigned here to help out with repairs. "
"Yeah, well from what I hear I was needed…." Jesse looked around her and sighed, "They were not kidding."
Nyota laughed, "Come on, I'll show you where Scotty is."
Jesse gave a look of confusion. "Scotty…. when did he get permission to leave the ice box?"
After a few minutes of navigating passageways, the two entered the engineering room…or what was left of it. Scotty was shouting at a bunch of cadets and while he spent the other half of the shouting throwing things at people, not really caring where the tools landed. Finally he noticed Jesse and Nyota standing in the doorway, a giant smile spread across his face as relief began to wash over him.
"Sweet god above they sent me an angel!" Scotty shouted.
Jesse laughed, "Sorry Scotty but I'm not sure if this angel can fix this." She took another look around the room and frustration had already began to set it.
"I'm begging ya lass, please PLEASE help me!" Scotty came close to her face, "I'm stuck with a bunch of idiots. They're driving me insane." Jesse laughed at the Scotsman that looked as if he was about to go onto a long rant when she finally held up her hand to stop him.
"Just take me to the circuit board and I'll attempt my best. The rest is up to you." Jesse began to follow Scotty when Nyota attempted to stop her.
"Um, Jesse I'm supposed to escort you on direct orders to the bridge to meet Captain Kirk." Jesse continued walking as she began to pull the red Starfleet dress off of her and over her black sweatpants, showing off the strong body in the black tank top that was hidden underneath.
"My job is to fix this ship and get out of here, I'll meet the captain after I at least get the gravitational pull to the hull fixed, it felt as if it was shifting between gravity and no gravity." She shouted in response.
"Oh dear…" Nyota whispered to herself.
Kirk glared at Urhura, not quite sure what to say to her or even to respond.
"She said she'll meet me later?" leaning closer towards Urhura. "And you told her it was a direct order?"
"Yes captain." Urhura said slowly. Kirk glared some more before jumping out of his seat and heading to the transporter in an angry haste. If it was one thing he hated most, it was people who didn't follow at least a courtesy request despite the fact that it had been an order.
"Spock you have the bridge." Kirk stated before the doors shut.
Kirk walked around the engineering room, stepping over various parts and people looking around.
"Scotty!"
"Aye Captn" Scotty shouted as he popped up from between two power converters, an oversized set of goggles adorned his head, making the sight almost unbearable to control the laughter that Jim was witnessing.
"Where is Lieutenant Jesse Smith? I need a word with him." Kirk shouted, trying to control himself.
"I am right here," came the frustrated voice behind him, "and I take offense to being called a man."
Kirk spun around, mouth open in anticipation to discuss the significance of orders when he stopped. He blinked twice before he was able to respond as the sight of Jesse Smith over took him. In his life he had met very beautiful women, too many to count but she, she had been created by angels. He cleared his throat to give him a moment to recover.
"You're Lieutenant Jesse Smith?" He asked quizzically.
"No I'm Santa." She said sarcastically as she walked passed him, making her way to the wires the sprawled out from one of the control panels. She lowered herself to the ground and half of her disappeared in the blackness of the rounded panel.
"Why didn't you report to the bridge like I ordered?" Kirk asked, trying to regain his authority.
"Because," her echoed voice shouted, "This place is a disaster. I wanted to at least get the gravitational pull in the hull fixed so that the crewmen could stop experiencing gravity to no gravity. Can you hand me the wire cutters?"
Kirk looked around and picked up the red wire cutters placing them in Jesse's outstretched hand.
"That does not excuse the fact that you disobeyed a direct order Lieutenant." Kirk exasperated. "Do you even hear me?" he shouted directly into the hole.
Jesse emitted a loud shriek as the ship jolted her body with a slight shock. She pulled herself out of the black hole and shook her head attempting to regain her bearings. She looked at him in complete disbelief, his handsome face only a few inches from her own. Her eyes met his as they studied his strong features. 'Get a hold of yourself' she shouted in her head.
"What the hell did you guys run into? A giant electrical black hole?" she shouted. "They weren't kidding the first time when they told me what happened after your last incident with the ship." Jesse leaned back into hole and finished connecting a few wires, the ship emitting a surge of energy and the gravitational pull came back to life in response to her attention. Jesse smiled as she pulled herself out once more and shifted away from the hole.
"I'm done…what did you want to discuss?" Jessed said looking in to the dazzling blue eyes of the infamous James T. Kirk, wiping her hands off with a nearby blue cloth. Kirk made ready to speak but stopped. He noticed the two necklaces on her, two completely different styles and yet they were still worn together.
"Why are you wearing a collar?"
Jesse jumped up and was inches away from his face.
"A collar? What am I a dog?" She shouted. No one had ever paid attention to her choice in jewelry. "For your information it's a choker, do you have a problem with it?" He paid to much attention to detail, and obviously had no clue about any form of jewelry despite the fact that he was getting to close to comfort on the subject of the choker.
"No…I didn't say that…" Kirk shook his head, " Don't change the subject! You will come with me to the bridge now!"
Jesse glared at him but forced a nod as she followed him out of the engineering room.
"You're leaving me?!" Scotty shouted as he flung his hands in a futile attempt to catch Jesse's a attention. Scotty turned around and groaned as a group of cadets came bearing yet another part that wasn't originally broken.