DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Trek: 2009, Star Trek: Into Darkness, or any characters associated with the Star Trek franchise. I own only my OC, Alice Conrad.
"Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. It's ongoing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before." -Star Trek: Next Generation
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My name is Alice Conrad, chief engineer of the U.S.S. Enterprise, and under the command of Captain James T. Kirk. I exist to serve my luminary and no other. Kirk is my longstanding leader, commander, friend, and ally. While sometimes irrationally asinine, Kirk is a fearless and dependable individual. I owe him my life and loyalty.
Command crew was active and diligent, shouting revised information across to each other, as usual. The crew generally kept to their work persistently, resulting in flawless expeditions and campaigns. Captain James Tiberius Kirk was stationed in the centermost point of his surrounding company, tapping a pen against his lip, stating questions regarding his ship's well being, and the whereabouts of Commander Spock.
Pavel Chekov, the engineering officer, hung suspended from one of the bridges in the Upper Sensor Dome, sparks flying from his gloved hands. His eyes flinched at every flicker of his tool, despite the fact he wore a pair of goggles over his eyes. A small uniform team of engineering staff personnel worked at his command, improving the ship piece by piece. Today, our orders were to restore unresponsive sensors in the Upper Sensor Dome, located directly above the Main Bridge. Carrying my clipboard, I looked over the railing at Chekov, inquiring about his progress. His tongue protruded from his mouth and beads of sweat began forming on his forehead.
"Alright down there, Chekov? How's it coming along?" I asked.
"I'm good, Conrad. Shouldn't be too long. Let me just install this final sensor and we can depart, okay?" Pavel's Russian accent was thick, as it normally was.
I backed away from the handrails, observing the other team members' efforts and jotting down reports on the advancement of the repairs. My communicator went off and I unattached it from my toolbelt. Kirk's voice bled through the device.
"Conrad, how is progress? Can you give me an update?"
"Officer Chekov is positioning the final-" My voice was interrupted as I stopped Chekov's attachment from sliding off of the bridge. One of the redshirts who was in charge of keeping an eye on Chekov's anchor had erroneously let the foothold go in an attempt to check his watch. He met my glare with shock in his eyes.
"Conrad?"
"Sorry Sir. Chekov is finishing the last sensor as we speak. We will be on the Main Bridge within the next few minutes." I replied, my gaze still locked onto the man in the red uniform.
I fastened the communicator back to my workbelt and assisted in hoisting Officer Pavel back onto stable ground. He sighed in relief and wiped his brow with his forearm. I handed Pavel a handkerchief which he then took and smeared some of the oil on his face with. Chekov made a childish face and proceeded to exit the room. I followed behind him, clutching the clipboard at my side.
"Faulty engineering crew. You could have had a tragic fall back there, Officer." I stated, entering the elevator to my immediate right.
"But I didn't, so I'm okay. It's probably a good idea to disregard this when we speak to Kirk, no? Wouldn't want anyone being thrown off the ship." Chekov joked.
The fascination trapped in his eyes wandered as he searched for the button labeled Main Bridge. He spotted it and pressed it. There was a look of pleasure on his face as it lit up and the elevator descended.
Captain Kirk was in his usual seat on the bridge, contemplating his thoughts. His eyes caught us as we approached him. In unison, Chekov and I saluted our captain.
"Greetings Captain," I released my salute and adjusted my posture. "Upper sensors have been replaced accordingly. I have the report here." The clipboard slid from my hand into his. Kirk's eyes raced about the paper, flipping through the pages and nodding.
"So, I take it that everything is in place for takeoff tomorrow?" Kirk questioned, his eyes still scouring the pages of my report.
"Sir, we will run a procedure check before departure, but besides that, everything is in order. All systems are working fine." Chekov added. He and I looked at each other with a swift smile, then back to Kirk.
"Alright then, excellent job, Wiz Kid. You're dismissed." Kirk smirked and nodded to Pavel, dismissing him. I began to follow after him but was stopped before rounding the corner into the hallway ahead of me.
"Conrad, come here." A sense of nervousness paralyzed me, but I followed orders and turned back to Kirk.
"Sir, is there something I missed?" I managed.
Kirk looked at my face and furrowed his brow. He licked his thumb and continued to swab a smear of black grease from my cheek.
"Was that necessary?" I laughed lightheartedly.
Kirk and I shared a smile and I saluted him once more before taking my leave after Officer Pavel.
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