AN- Now I will finally add to the New Frontier community, as promised about three months ago or some shit like that. Anyway… let the story begin!
Prologue
Mackenzie Calhoun was irritated. Not only was he trapped in some tiny cell, but his science officer was beaten beyond belief. Soleta was bloodied and barely conscious.
"Get up, scum!" one of their captors yelled at Soleta.
"She can't, she's barely alive!" Calhoun yelled at them. The man sneered.
"I can tell her to do whatever I like. I am your new master, scum," the slaver retorted. Soleta lifted her head slightly. Her eyes widened.
"Oh," Soleta gasped before falling unconscious. Calhoun was at her side in an instant. He checked her vitals. They were weak, but there.
"You've about killed her already, so stop!" Calhoun yelled at the man. The slaver just sneered.
"Stupid Xenexian," the slaver scum laughed as he walked out. Before he walked out, he shoved a young woman in. She looked kind of scared.
"What's your name, miss?" Calhoun asked, trying to control his temper.
"Maya. I'm Maya," she said, wincing as she tried to move her arm, "Got a medikit?"
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Elizabeth Shelby paced around the room, being watched by Kat Mueller.
"Who the hell would just kidnap Mac and Soleta?! Only a damn idiot would be that stupid!" Shelby yelled, frustrated. It had been three days since her husband and his science officer had been kidnapped by an unknown person. Shelby had yet to report it to Starfleet.
"Elizabeth!" Mueller yelled for the third time. Shelby turned to glare at the woman.
"What?" Shelby gritted out.
"Admiral Jellico is on the line. He wants to know why he can't make contact with Calhoun. Picard's with him," Mueller told her captain.
"Oh joy," Shelby snarled as she turned to her Ready Room monitor, "Put it through."
The conversation wound on and on with formalities until Picard finally snapped and asked the dreaded question.
"Captain Shelby, where is Captain Calhoun and why can't Starfleet get a hold of him?" Picard asked.
"I concur. Where is Captain Calhoun? Are you covering for some kind of scheme of his?" Jellico demanded.
Shelby sighed, "Captain Calhoun has been kidnapped along with Lieutenant Soleta. We have no idea who or what is responsible. All we know is that he is gone, without a trace."
Picard looked at Jellico, who spoke quietly, "I apologize for making assumptions, Captain. Starfleet will use all of our resources to look for Captain Calhoun and his science officer. Wait a minute, Jean-Luc, didn't you mention that one of your Security officers had said that a friend had gone missing?"
Picard nodded, "Yes. Ensign Kryze seemed very concerned for her friend. A doctor, I believe."
"Maybe they could be connected somehow!" Mueller said, sounding hopeful. Shelby shot her a look.
"There is one person we can call," Jellico said, looking nervous.
"Who?" Shelby demanded.
"Admiral, you cannot be serious. She poses a grave threat to Starfleet safety. She hates Starfleet, remember? After what happened last time you tried to ask for her help- "Picard argued.
"Not only does she have the skills and resources, Jean-Luc, she has the power to make it happen. We should ask her for help. It will work this time, Jean-Luc, I swear it," Jellico promised. Picard sighed.
"If it's going to work, call your mystery person already!" Mueller said.
"It's not as simple as that, Commander Mueller. She is not only a danger to Starfleet security, but she is also a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. She is a former Avenger. We need to use utmost caution where she is involved," Picard stated plainly. Jellico winced.
"Who is this person and why would they be a threat?" Shelby demanded. Mueller stared.
"Wait, you mean, her! I remember that she fought bravely in the Dominion War. We should give her some respect!" Mueller said.
"Who are you talking about?" Shelby demanded again.
"The Queen of Betazed, Jasmin Kenobi. A former Avenger and a downright threat," Picard declared. Shelby and Mueller looked at each other. Mueller tapped a few keys on the keypad next to the monitor.
"Computer, call up the full record of Jasmin Kenobi. Is she a possible threat?" Shelby ordered the computer.
"Jasmin Kenobi is a possible threat, Captain," Morgan reported, "But only when pressed to be. In other words, don't piss her off. Have somebody outside of Starfleet make contact with her. Be warned, she is not friendly to Starfleet, at all."
"Thank you, Miss Primus. That proves my point, Jellico. She is a threat. There is nothing more to say about it. She cannot be of any help to us in our search for Captain Calhoun and Lieutenant Soleta," Picard snapped. Shelby muttered a string of curses under her breath.
"Damn it man! This is my husband we are talking about here. And your friend! Learn some respect!" Shelby hissed at Picard furiously.
"Please mind your manners, Captain Shelby. It is understandable that you are upset. We will contact Miss Kenobi. You do not need to worry. We will find Mac. I promise you this Elizabeth. I promise," Jellico said firmly, "But for now, you must have hope."
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Maya was having one helluva shitty day. First she got kidnapped by a crazy old coot of a Romulan. Then she was thrown in a cell with a Xenexian and a Vulcan. And finally, she finds that the Vulcan is beaten beyond belief. What a joyful day.
"Hand me the bandage roll," Maya ordered the Xenexian. He was some kind of Starfleet bigwig. The Vulcan was his science officer, it seemed.
"Here," he said bluntly. She wrapped the Vulcan's wrist with the bandage, trying to splint a broken wrist. Maya had already splinted the wrist with some metal sticks, but that wrist was going to need a bone setter to fully fix the damage.
"I hope that you realize that technically, we are enemies," the Xenexian stated plainly.
"Okay, before you say anything else, can I get some names?" Maya asked.
"I'm Mackenzie Calhoun and this is Soleta," Calhoun said bluntly.
"Thank you. Tape?" Maya asked. Calhoun handed her the tape. Maya taped up the Vulcan, Soleta's, wrist.
Soleta was propped against the wall. The Vulcan woman was extremely weak from blood loss. It was a miracle that she was even conscious.
"Thank you," Soleta said, sounding rather weak. Maya nodded. Working in a cramped cell like this was damned hard. There was barely enough room for two people to sit, let alone three.
"So, how the hell do we get out of here?" Maya asked Calhoun and Soleta.
"Maybe we can attack the guards?" Calhoun suggested. Soleta shook her head, wincing as she did so.
"Well, maybe we can play dead. As a Vulcan, you should know the technique to slow your breathing to almost nonexistent. Maybe you can teach Calhoun that trick. I already know it," Maya said.
"Perhaps," Calhoun said. Soleta nodded.
"I can teach you," Soleta rasped.
"Deal," Calhoun said immediately.
An- So here's the first chappie. Any questions, comments, or suggestions? Leave a review BELOOOOW. Enjoy this little moment of silence as I weep over the fact that I can only update maybe once or twice a week at best. Check out my other stories. Most are other Trek stories!