In the Arms of the Goddess

By Nyassa Kaiba

Notes: I don't own Star Trek. I don't own Animorphs. I own the teenage Changeling named Okami the Rogue. I own the Trill named, Ensign Koron Zia and his next incarnation Sorana Zia. I own Feralae.

I also want to make something very clear. This fic is all about the Estrogen. You want Marco's bad jokes or Riker falling in love with a pretty woman YET AGAIN, if you want Tom Paris and his obsession with cars or Odo kicking some serious ass, the Doctor's bad jokes or Dr. Bashir trying to impress Dax for the umpteenth time, you've picked the wrong fic. Because this story is all about the LADIES! Yeeehaw!

There will be mild yuri between Cassie and Feralae and I may do a little bit of Dax/Kira. The idea behind this fic is to get the female Animorphs, and the female crewmembers from the Enterprise, DS9 and Voyager under one roof and have them kick butt.

Summery: Feralae, the littlest Animorph, was always trying to prove herself just as strong as the other Animorphs. During the last battle with the Yeerks, Feralae's mother was killed and even up to the crash of the Rachel, years later she is still mourning. A miracle happens when the Prophets decide to drag the Animorphs into the Star Trek Universe, reviving Rachel and Ax and making Tobias human once more. But Feralae has many secrets, can the female crewmembers of the Enterprise, Voyager and Deep Space Nine help her put aside her grief in time to save Bajor from the Dominion? Will Feralae join Starfleet Academy as Admiral Paris hopes? Find out!

Part 1 Enterprise

Prologue- Welcome

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My name is Fera. We tumbled through unknown space, the Rachel and I. We had collided with the Bladeship at Maximum burn. I was surprised we had survived. Where was Jake? Where was Cassie? Were were James and Craig and Erica? Half conscious, my mind screamed in throughtspeak for all it's might.

HELP HELP HELP! THIS IS FERALAE OF THE RACHEL WE ARE IN DEEP TROUBLE! IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME! HELP HELP HELPHELPHELPHELPHELP!

Out the window of the bridge I saw a shape, a shadow. But it was too cold. I needed to sleep. Needed to…

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Captain's log

The Enterprise has been asked to escort ambassador Spock to Space Station Deep Space Nine to assist in the mediation regarding a Colony of Bajor that has been under the control of Cardassia. We will rendezvous with the Defiant in approximately24 hours. However, a mysterious ship has been found, badly damaged. We will do our best to extend a helping hand.

Captain Picard was about to go to his ready room for a private conference with the newly made Captain Sisko over the upcoming mediations. Because Sisko had had a lot of dealings with Bajorans and Cardassians in the past the captain was hoping that Sisko would give him some advice. However, the sensors at Data's station chirped. "Captain. We are detecting a ship. I believe you should see this. Their engines are down, weapons down, shields down. The only system operating is life support."

Picard turned back to the screen, before returning to his chair. "Life signs?"

"Eleven lifesigns, nine of them humanoid. All of them weak."

"Stand by to transport them directly to sick bay. Lock onto the ship with a tractor beam. We'll bring it with us to Deep Space Nine for repairs." He tapped his commbadge. "Picard to Crusher. You'll be having some guests."

"Oh?" Beverly asked. "Patients?"

"Yes, we've come across a damaged ship. They may be badly injured." Picard replied. "I'll meet you in a few minutes."

"Alright, see you then." Dr. Crusher broke off communications.

Suddenly Deanna Troi shot straight up in her chair. "Captain… One of them is crying for help."

"They'll get it." Picard assured her. "Number One."

"Yes?" Riker stood, ready for action.

"Take care of things up here. I'm going down to sickbay to see if Dr. Crusher can tell me anything about our strangers. Counselor Troi, come with me."

"Yes sir." Riker sat back down and Deanna Troi followed Picard to the turbo lift.

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FERALAE

Darkness surrounded me as I fell through the void. There was a flash of white light, and then I was standing in my cabin, far far away on Earth. Only, there was an odd light to the background. There was a soft glow around me.

"Feralae." I turned. My mother was standing there, in her best Kimono, her katana belted at her side.

"What am I doing here?" I asked. "Is this heaven?"

"You are to travel, to do good deeds and bring light to the galaxy." Mother answered. "This is why you and your friends are alive in this world." I froze. Mother would not act like this. She would have tried to reassure me. This was not my mother, this creature had power. It radiated from her in waves. "Elemist?" I guessed.

"You are our charges now, Animorph." The mother/creature replied. Others appeared now, Alloran, Alda and Bara the twin seers, Azouie of Ket, Erek the Chee, "You are the child of light, of life, of music." My mother told me. Though the others remained respectfully silent.

Then they spoke. "Child of light," The twins said.

You are a warrior, Alloran.

"An explorer," Said Azouie.

"An artist." Erek said. All of them had that same mechanical tone.

"You are a bringer of change." Mother told me.

"You may make all the difference." Alda said calmly.

The others disappeared. Only the creature masquerading as my mother remained. "You aren't my mother, are you?"

"She never left." The creature replied. Then she too disappeared.

It was dark, so dark. And I was tired. But I was alive, and slowly, I was coming too. Trembling from the cold aboard our ruined ship, my eyes fluttered open. I groaned, rolling over onto my side and curling up in a ball. I was on some kind of medical table, covered with a blanket that wasn't nearly warm enough.

"Easy." Said a woman standing about three feet away. She had been keeping an eye on us. Probably under orders from her captain. "Stay down. You were nearly killed."

"I know THAT much." I grumbled. "Man, I am sooo gonna kill Jake. 'Marco ram the Blade ship.' Was he insane?"

"Jake?" The woman queried. She had dark eyes and long black hair, and was actually rather pretty. Of course, I'm happy with Cassie anyway. But I wouldn't say that to anybody. Whoever this woman was, she might not take a liking to a lesbian. And she wouldn't take my comment as a compliment.

"He's the leader. Captain of the Rachel. We were out gunned, so what does he decide to do? He has Marco ram the enemy ship." I rolled my eyes, still trembling. "My name's Feralae. It's Latin for wild wings."

"I'm Deanna, Deanna Troi."

"Pleased to meet you Miss Troi."

"How is a child able to fly a ship?" She wondered.

That got my attention. "Child?... but..." I tried to sit up, but my head spun. "When I left Earth I was twenty two!"

That caught the woman's attention. "You look fourteen."

"Oh Hell." I stated. "The Elemist must have done it."

"The who?"

"He was the last of his species, the Elemist ascended to space time and got nearly limitless power." I replied.

"Like the Q?"

"Them? That's a Startrek ghost story." I said disdainfully. I looked around. Over to the side, behind a glass barrier stood a woman with orange/red hair wearing a blue jacket over some kind of blue and black uniform. Next to her, looking over her shoulder was an older man, mostly bald, wearing a familiar red and black uniform. On her other side was a man in white jeweled robes with trimmed eyebrows and pointy ears. The pointy eared man looked up, staring levelly at me. I met his eyes with a glare that had withered a full grown hork bajir. The man hardly flinched.

I froze. I knew where I was now. But there was NO WAY!

"Where am I?" I demanded.

Deanna smiled reassuringly. "You're on the Federation Starship Enterprise."

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Notes: Oh gods, what a start to a story! Hahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! Oh watch the confusion, the bedlam, the mayhem!

Q: Mayhem is good, bedlam is better.

You said it! Let's all give a hand to my new muse Q!

Q: (gives a bow) My pleasure certainly.