THOUGH GALATIC ENFORCEMENT ORGANIZATIONS FROM THE MANY CORNERS OF THE UNIVERSE HAVE DONE THEIR BEST TO ENSURE THE SAFETY OF MANY RACES AND PLANETS, WE AT PLANET BEGO DECLINED THE INVITATION TO JOIN THE FEDERATION MULTIPULE TIMES. PLEASE KEEP ALL SHIPS, STARFLEET FORCES, PERSONEL, AND REPRESENTATIVES AWAY FROM OUR CIVILIZATION. FAILURE TO COMPLY WITH THIS REQUEST WILL RESULT IN AN UNFAVORABLE OUTCOME. PLEASE REFRAIN FROM REQUESTING US TO JOIN THE FEDERATION AGAIN.

-BRAEDEN PATIS

"Is that the all they said? Nothing else?"

"I'm sorry captain, that's all we've received. And it doesn't look like we'll get anything else anytime soon."

Captain Kirk looked out onto the flat yellow horizon and took a few steps away from the remains of his ruined ship. There were no corporeal creatures in sight, nor were any life-forms detected. No vegetation was in sight. Not even a hill or stone on the ground. The crew of the U.S.S Enterprise was indefinitely alone in what looked like a post-nuclear war setting.

Sauntering further from the ship, Kirk wiped the dust from his damp brow. Here he was, stuck in a position in which no Starfleet captain would ever wish to be in. Trapped with an out-of-commission spacecraft, a sickbay filled with injured crew members, and a mission that seemed impossible to fulfill before the U.S.S Enterprise had crashed. And they were stranded on Bego, nonetheless. The wasteland with a terrible reputation for catastrophic sandstorms and cannibalistic natives who posses a diabolical cunningness. Delightful.

"Captain," stated Uhura anxiously, eliminating the silence. "The transmission we received is identical to the letter Bego sent to the heads of the Federation a few weeks ago."

"It's a warning," replied Kirk quietly, still detached as he scoped out his surroundings through his heavy helmet and squinted eyes. "Definitely a warning."

"Well, that's obvious," Uhura added with annoyance. Taking a deep breath, she herself sauntered a few steps toward Kirk "We need to look at who it's from. It may not even be from Braeden Patis. It could just be a loop transmission for unauthorized ships that land on Bego, or a way for bored, technologically-savvy natives to try and frighten off ships."

Kirk stopped wandering and looked at Uhura inquisitively. "That may be true, but the natives here most likely don't speak or even know any language other than their own. I mean really – look around," Kirk paused and spread his arms while turning left to right, gesturing how empty their environment was. "This is not the most cultured planet in the galaxy. This message that their using may be the only 'universal' warning they can use. Why else would they use their letter between the Federation? I can see your boredom theory applying here though. . ."

Suddenly, the young Chekhov clamored out from the spacecraft with his usual enthusiasm. Waving his gangly arms about, he ran up towards Uhura and Kirk kicking up yellow dust in the process.

"Come now, quick! Someone is on the screen, wanting to talk to Captain!"

Then after shooting a look to each other, Uhura and Kirk simultaneously dashed after Chekhov as he made his way us the ship.

Elvitra was a young one when she was sold. Born from a long line of enslaved humans from Bego, Prothemia, she fetched a good price at the slave-auction. And since she was rising six when she was sold, she never really put up much of a fight like the other species that were bought. Normally it was only the fresh humans that were shipped away from their normal lives that really got violent. At the auctions, even the most refined Vulcan could snap. With the shouting and rowdy buyers shouting vulgar words in their dialects, it was difficult to remain composed.

Yet somehow, Elvitra managed.

And she got by. Her owner was a wealthy native who looked like any other Begoen. Silver skin, long braided hair, dark red eyes, and standing well over seven feet tall with the customary chain-mail from neck to knee. But unlike other Begoens, her owner practiced rather blithe and indulgent behavior. She always went out to buy expensive things and see the ancient Roquetorium shows every week. She had a curiosity for other cultures, and purchased herself a great variety of 'fresh' slaves just to hear their stories. After hearing as much as she wanted, she would send them off to a rather cruel farmer that she knew who needed them more than she did.

But before they left, Elvitra heard these stories.

Many of them, she had a hard time understanding. She was uneducated, and could barely speak her own native language. Learning the Begoen ways and parlance was a priority. Still, what she did pick up fascinated her. All the other universes out there, all the people to meet, all the lives to live, places to see, music to hear, art to appreciate, sciences to learn. . .

And those stories got her by.

Day and night, she would imagine Earth. She would dream of Vulcan and lust after visiting Qo'nos. As she cooked and cleaned and did what was required of her, she would talk to her owner's indoor pets in her native language. She would hum songs that her mother used to sing to her. Songs passed down from her mother, and her grandmother, and beyond. Life was as well as it could be.

Until the unthinkable happened.

It was one morning when Elvitra was around seventeen years of age. Her master had not yet risen, so she began doing as much work as she could around the grand abode. Speaking in her native tongue as she usually did, that morning seemed as typical and customary as any other morning.

When she was finished with all duties she could think of, her master still had not come out of her chambers. And when she went to check on her master, Elvitra found her face down in an enormous pool of her own black blood.

Until then, Elvitra had experienced exemplary control. Until then, Elvitra never really experienced any heavy desires or urges. Until then, the furthest she had ever traveled was to that farmer's house to drop off the slaves that were no longer needed.

So, after slamming the door shut wide-eyed and fearful, Elvitra did what she had never done before. She did what she wanted. She ran out the large steel doors without looking back.

Elvitra never returned to the house again.

"Hello Captain of the Enter Price. I talk for Bego Leader, Braeden. He talks Begoen only."

Captain Kirk, flabbergasted and amused by the unintelligible human representative on the screen ahead of him. Trying to contain his smirk he replied, "That's fine Mr. . . I don't think we got your name."

The young man on the screen remained solemn. "My name is not for you, captain. There are more important things to have learned."

Kirk lifted his brows in surprise. "Alright then, sir. Sorry to offend you."

"Yes," replied the man, now glaring down at Kirk. "Well you learned Bego wants no other ships or people here. You come against us. And you against Bego don't stay. You go, now. We forget about you. You go now. We know you staying. Go now."

Kirk glanced over at Uhura, who shrugged in his direction. Spock, who had been listening to the conversation, stared intently at the screen while wrinkling his brow. Kirk looked over toward the man on the screen once more.

"Sir. . . I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand what you're saying. . . You want us to leave, right?"

"Yes. Go now. We want no ship of human here."

"But we can't, you see. . . Our ship crashed. We are stuck here until either you or Starfleet comes to assist us."

The man on the screen's face began to turn red. It was apparent he was trying to contain his rage. "NO! No! You leave now! We learn your ship! You go!"

"Look, we would if we could, but it's impossible with our ship's condition–"

"You leave. If not, you die."

"But we can't!!"

And without another word, the screen went blank.

That is all for Chapter One! Hope you enjoyed. Reviewes are great :]