A/N: I haven't written anything new in several months... So why should I write something happy, cheerful, and cute?
The constant shaking of the hover-car had started so subtly that the man, cladded in a black Starfleet command outfit, could not detect the inaccuracy of the machine until it lurched towards the sidewalk of oncoming pedestrians.
Screams could be heard, and try as he may, the man – no rather the alien with pointed ears – could only pull the steering wheel sharply to the right; praying silently to an almighty that no one would be in the way.
Luckily there was only one pedestrian in the pathway of the unfunctioning hover-car.
Unluckily it was this simple pedestrian – a young man cladded in a red, cadet-style, Starfleet uniform – who bared the horrible fate of the hood dipping against his right side. The cadet fell to the ground in a cartoonish "oof" while the hover-car shuddered once more before shutting off completely.