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Chapter 1: World Apart

Tomiko Takashi breathed very slowly unsure blinking at the emptyness of space within her spacesuit. She closed her eyes focusing on any image but the blackness came to her, it got her but she did not scream. Her voice was muffled and choked in her throat. Nothing came out. She didn't understand but looking at the stars almost calmed her, almost..but it did nothing for her rapid heart rate and confusion. What had happened? She couldn't explain it. Her mind was disoriented and needed time to be sorted but she didn't want to have time, she had to know right now. Was she really in space or was this her mind playing tricks on her? No..it...Her eyes widen as she couched really low to the roof of the spaceship. She now was shaking quite tremdously and refused to look down at herself to know what she was standing on for support. It didn't matter. She just desperately longed for some kind of comfort to come to her but it was furtile. She managed a smile feeling the roof with her hands finally locating an opening and going through it.

The hatch shut as she slid down on the icy bars aligning down the tunnel. She struggled for a moment to throw off the spacesuit gaining air afterwards. She felt extremely cold and wondered if the heat was entirely in the suit. But whatever she didn't care. She didn't care-

She was immediately cut off hearing the sounds of people's footsteps and voices approaching her area so she quickly found a nice hiding place behind some cargo materials which she never debated what they could be ducking just in the nick of time.

She covered her ears or at least had the urge to but it never came to be because what they spoke of, very ambiously was very interesting.

"I can't believe how stupid you are T'Se! You actually allowed them to take the damnable suitcase! WHY! Don't u realize what was in that suitcase? Weren't you briefed on that at all? If not..i shall remind you that whatever is in the suitcase is very important to us and it could actually mean our lives...do you want that? Do you? So why! WHY BE STUPID!" A man screamed in dressed rather funny like with the light bouncing off the silver material.Who was he? What suitcase did he mean? The man was reprimanding another man that wore the same clothing. Now it was getting strange, beyond that..way beyond it. Her head pounded in agony. She ignored it. She didn't breathe very loudly using her nose only to take in the air she needed. Her heart hammered in her chest and she pressed her arms against her chest to warm up her body.

Already her blood ran cold up through her veins as she suppressed whatever her heat her body made naturally. When would they leave? Just leave. Just leave.. She fought any urge to cry because it just got worser and worser. She probably wasn't even near home or everyone could of died. But despite this, she kept her personal turmoil down and rose up only after the two men left the area. She began wandering around mindlessly being careless kicking the cargo with her foot until the box flipped over and a mess was spilled out revealing a medium size black single handed suitcase. Her eyes were glues to it. This must of been the suitcase being discussed by that man but why was it deemed important anyhow? Curiosity gripped her and she kneeled down playing with the locks making them just jam more denying her access to the goods inside. Then she noticed a key slot on the back of the suitcase and her eyes frantically searched for it. She tore through the box spraying more fuzzy white stuffs onto the ground but she used her hands for her eyes to see for the key. Then she found it- a white credit card that was blank. How could it be hidden in such a obvious place? Was that the case? Was the suitcase hidden under their very noses? It just occured sometimes. She shrugged slipping the key into the slot mistified at the items in the suitcase.

Wisps of very freezing air escaped the suitcase uncovering a little girl in a fetus like position. She slammed it closed frighten of what it meant. A little girl? Why? Why was this important? Was she somehow transported to some sort of child slavery ring or something? She suddenly felt very sad that the face of the little girl could not be seen. It kept her wondering if the little girl was indeed pretty. She appeared to by the shape and size of her body but life had those surprises always coming unexpected. She again heard the shuffling of feet and reacted very quickly grabbing the suitcase and pocketing the key in her jean pocket and slipping into the total darkness. She placed the suitcase to her heart and never allowed it to be out of her grasp just once.

"Ahh..." She bumped up against the wall of the spaceship as the ship rumbled heavily as if it had been struck by something with great force. The rumbling refused to cease and it got stronger and she hit harder crying out stronger as well. No one heard her, the men were also screaming their own lungs out but she heard a firm unbending voice from the front of the ship.

"This is Jean-Luc Picard of the starship USS Enterprise..."

It confused her more and she took the punishment each and every time making sure that the suitcase was already and that the little girl inside wasn't hurt as she was now black and blue from all the brusies. She got up steadily reusing her muscles again to stand up and defend herself if things got more dangerous. She felt the need to throw up now that her stomach was disturbed by all the bumping and grinding. But her well being didn't matter as the little girl did. She wanted to take another look, another look to see that little girl in that quiet form resting so peacefully but she hesitated greatly overriding it.

"It looks like we both got each other...can't be so bad, don't you think? Maybe you can tell me alot...from being here...maybe you can.." Her voice trailed off and she stayed in that back area of the ship for the longest time awaiting some kind of rescue. Somewhere out there, someone would come for her. Her hope rested on it softly almost taking off but always falling. Tears welled up in her eyes and she began to sob helplessly holding onto nothing. Nothing but the little suitcase. She sniffed her nose wipping with the back of her hand and collapsing to her knees leaning on her own self. Then more set of footsteps were heard and she panicked realizing it must be the men wanting the suitcase. They might of found out about her being here and wanted to kill her. She searched her person and pulled out a kodachi and bolted up holding the suitcase by one hand and the other holding the weapon. She got into a fighting stance rising up her body temperature as the cold exited out of her.

"You won't...You won't...I can't allow this...I can't. I must..." The tears stung her cheeks and run down her cheekbone as she leaped out in a fury holding her kodachi in a threatening way but her fury and rage and the drive to survive ended as soon as she saw a few unrecognizable people eyeballing her and the weapon she held deeply interested. There were two men, one tall and had a clean shaven face and dark brown hair, another man with a powder white face and yellow eyes and one woman with short blonde/brownish hair all dressed in uniforms that had either had a different color for the front part but the rest was always black. They were aiming some sort of device at her but she questioned to mean that they would kill her if she moved. Still no matter where they came from, she had a responsibility to see this little girl off to safety.

"We won't hurt you. Just tell us who you are.." The brown-headed man asked inciting some sort of response from her but she gave no only giving him the deer caught in the headlights look.

"Now please come with us.." The woman urged stretching a hand out. Tomiko smiled a bit. She realized they were no enemy but could they possibly be her allies?

Maybe in this mix up world..

"I don't know..I really don't know..but I.." She finally spoke at last stirring up a lot in the empty pot of her mind.

The brown-headed man smirked but that smirk was very professional and it marked that. She could now hand the suitcase to them without fear or apphrension.

"Don't know about what?"

"I don't know anymore..I don't know..why..I am here..I don't understand..will you help me? I can't understand this world. I can't understand. Maybe you'll help me..the way you gesture. If so I am very grateful..very..but first..please..take this...for me..if I don't make it. I don't understand entirely about the contents of this suitcase but maybe if you analyze you can find out more about.." She handled the suitcase and the blonde lady took it but not without a warning from Tomiko about being careful. Then her body gave out and she began to fall. Fall into the darkness. Darkness which spawned her to be here. A darkness where butterfly wings could never fly out of.