Do I really need a disclaimer? I mean this is a "fan-fiction" web site, it's all people who write about characters they've seen before. Well, this is my first one so, here goes:

Paramount owns Star Trek and all things associated with it (i.e., B'Elana, Tom, Miral, the U.S.S. Voyager, the various technologies like replicators and warp engines). I, however, own a laptop and a modem and an independent mind, so these story ideas as well as the new ship and some of its minor characters also belong to me. Oh, can't we all just get along with none of this 'ownership' stuff...up with communism, up with communism (kidding, kidding (although in theory communism is quite nice (kidding))).

Well, are we ready for some fun? Here goes nothing.

Miral Paris walked onto the lower Engineering floor as the doors slid open in front of her. She squinted against the harsh brilliance of the warp core in front of her and saw her mother standing to the left of it. Even though her mother was captain of this ship, the Euphedes, she still spent a lot of time in Engineering. Right now she was talking with Crewman Grigg so Miral decided to delay their usual mother daughter hug. To her right she spotted the familiar figure of Ensign Hunter, but he had a strange machine on his side. She went over to him to ask him about it.

"Good Night - for it was approximately 02:00 hours - Ensign." said Miral, "What you got on your side?" she teased playfully, jabbing him in the ribs where it sat.

He was clearly blushing, Miral could see the heat rising to his face. "Why, nothing, Miral? What are you talking about?"

"That." She pointed to it

"Umm. Well, I fell on the holodeck with the safeties off." he said rather quietly, "It's under the clothes, Miral."

"Oh." She put her hand on it and realized then that there was a piece of fabric over it.

"Leave it to you." He turned back to his work laughing.

"Yeah." Miral walked away, slightly less jovial than she had been when she first came in.

She was different, and she knew it. Her parents had always told her she was special, but they only realized just how special their girl was when she walked onto the Bridge one day and exclaimed, to the surprise of the others, 'It's too bad that that planet wasn't just a few kilometers down. Now that would be something to see.' She remembered distinctly when they asked her why, and she replied 'Well the forces would be just right. Can't you see it?' None of them could, of course, but she would discover that only after a battery of tests. The Doctor told her parents that their daughter, at the tender age of six, had not developed rods and cones - the light and colour sensitive cells of the eye - had not developed properly. In fact, they had not developed at all. Instead, there was a mass of gel that formed and regenerated on her retina, this was so strange that the Doctor would not give a name to it and so they had simply called it 'Miral's gel'.

The gel was not a bad thing, it did not hinder her sight but enhanced it. She had learned early on that the colour blue gave off slightly less energy than red and she had learned to read using the patterns of light energy that reached her eyes. The world she saw was very different from the one that many others would describe when she asked them. To her, the world was merely a set of light and dark, similar to the image produced by a heat scanner.

She saw the warp core fluoresce slightly in her eyes and quickly went to check its status. It was as she had expected, it was near being a serious problem and with the tap of a button, she corrected the fluxuation that could have torn the ship apart.

Her hands were sweaty and she wiped them on her jeans. She wore jeans and an oversized sweatshirt which made her small frame seem even tinier. She did not wear the standard Starfleet issue uniform, she had never been issued one. She was eighteen, old enough to attend the Academy, but she did not and no one seemed to feel it was necessary. She was a bright girl and had learned all that an academy could ever teach her by the time she was ten and had been running about the ship ever since. Her teachers were some of the best, none other than her own mother for Engineering matters, and thanks to her father, she could pilot a starship with relative ease since she was seven. The Doctor liked to have his goddaughter in sickbay with him all the time and she had soon learned everything he knew, medical or otherwise. Thanks to her Klingon blood and Lieutenant Tuvok's training, she could wrestle, and often win against, people twice her size.

She walked back over to where her mother had been but didn't see her. She looked around for her but concluded that she had gone back to the Bridge and her big, comfy captain's chair. 'Oh darn.' thought Miral, she didn't see her mother that much. But at least she saw her more than her father or grandparents who lived on the surface of Earth. Her grandfather, the great Admiral Paris, was retired but he was currently pulling some strings to grant her an honourary Starfleet certificate, she hoped. Her dad was flying test shuttles and pushing them to their limits every day, she just prayed he wouldn't get hurt.

There was a gel pack that needed replacing in a jeffries tube right by the Bridge, perhaps she could crawl out and see her mother then. She grabbed a pack and tool kit and headed off to the nearest tube entrance, she did love crawling around in the little places of the ship.

Ok. Chapter one done! Anyone confused? Well just you wait. Mwahahaha

All right, this is how I see it: Miral sees energy, not just light energy like we do but all kinds of energy. But, here's the catch, she perceives it the same way we do because she's had it all her life but it's a little more complex because there's so much stuff going on.

Be sure to review me and ask any questions you might have. Peace out.

Oh, by the way, I know to like indent paragraphs and stuff like that and that all this extra spacing makes people, or me at least, slightly angry, so I apologize, but I cannot fix the formatting with this program and work within the limits of