How to shock a life.
Darth Oddish
2008
This story was made for the 15-chapter challenge between me and some other fanfiction writers from our school. The point was to post them all before 15th of January. Hope's up!
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The complete storyline will not always fit, but I tried my best.
Standard disclaimers; the characters are not mine etc.
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The night was falling on Reneb II and the streets were almost empty. Along the road a lonely figure hurried herself home. "I hope the inspections have not begun yet." T'Par muttered while she jumped the fence that surrounded the complex, but deep down she knew she was too late. She climbed along the pipes to the third floor with the air of someone who had done it at least a hundred times and slipped quietly into the room.
"Where have you been?!" A penetrating voice full of hate hissed from the side of the door.
T'Par turned on her heels and was suddenly blinded by full lights. Near the door she could see the shape of the head master of the Facility; mrs. Rendt. "I am sorry mrs. Rendt," she said softly, "I..." Her sentence was cut of when she was dragged outside into the corridor and down the stairs.
"This time will be the last!" Rendt said loudly and pushed her of the stairs. "Mr. Farrell, I count on you for the proper disciplinary actions." She said to the tall boy at the end of the stairs. He nodded and dragged the still dizzy girl to an adjacent room.
Will Farrell was one of the elder children of the Federation's Facility for Orphaned Children, and was therefore responsible for 10 others. The room he had taken T'Par to was occupied with the other members of his group. "This was the last time." He said in tradition of his example and nodded to the others. The group released his anger on the vulcan girl on the ground and when they left she was barely conscious and surrounded by a green substance.
"Never again." T'Par said softly and lost consciousness.
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"That was the last batch sir!" someone shouted down to Chief Engineer of the Enterprise; Commander Scott.
"Aye lad," He shouted back. "Let's get back to the engine room. There is a lot to be don'." He looked around in the cargo bay with a content look.
"Scott to the cap'n." He said in the comm. System on the wall.
"Kirk here." Came the reply.
"We're finished down here, she's filled up te her nacells!"
"Good work Scotty, we'll be leaving then. Are the engine's ready?"
"Aye sir!" came the enthusiastic reply.
"Thank you, Kirk out."
Captain James T Kirk pushed himself up in his chair to a more comfortable placing and smiled. Finally on schedule. He thought. He swirled his seat so it faced the com-station and the dashing Bantu who was working it. "Hail the port authority and tell them we'll be leaving." He said.
Uhura only nodded in return, too busy to speak.
"Mr. Checkov, lay in a course for Starbase 6." He said when he had turned back.
"yes sir." The russian said and pushed some buttons. "Course laid in."
"Go ahead mr. Sulu, she's all yours." Kirk added with a smile to the man at the helm.
"Yes sir." Came the reply and the ship got her familiar hum back.
In the meantime, down in cargobay 2, one of the big canisters opened and a pair of eyes checked the area. After a couple of silent seconds the young vulcan climbed out of her small hideout. She checked the area again and quickly lifted a carrierbag from the barrel. She closed it carefully and hurried herself to one of the Jefferies tubes' access points.
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"Sir, there was a fluctuation in the relais of section 21-alpha. But it is functioning normally now." A slightly hesitant engineer reported.
Scott turned around and looked at the panel himself. "Run a diagnostic of the whol' section, just to be sur' of it." He said. This way the lad could get some experience too.
"Aye sir." Came the reply.
Meanwhile in section 21-alpha T'Par leaned backwards and looked at her handiwork; she had connected multiple panels to the walls of the most remote and unused tube which allowed her to monitor the whole ship. Too bad that she wasn't that good an engineer because her work caused a fluctuation which could've been picked up by one of the engineers. I hope they will execute an automated diagnostic instead of a manual one. T'Par thought.
"Sir." One of the men in red jumpsuites said. "I have ran a diagnostic and all the relais are in perfect order, I believe it was a glitch in the systems."
"Good job lad, ye can help Mitchels with the phaser banks."
"Aye sir." The engineer said and walked away.
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When the night had begun on the ship, T'Par rose. She checked her path with her new sensors and climbed down as silently as she could. Once down she sneaked hall by hall and quickly entered her destination: The Messhall. After a quick check of the room she walked over to the replicator and made it a quick meal; she hadn't eaten in days. She quietly and with great speed returned to her tube; shifts were about to end.
The next day the crew of the Enterprise were back in routine. They had to go a few more days before arrival at the starbase and even Spock was looking for a diversion; he had targeted the scanners at a still largely uncharted nebula. So far it hadn't given him much points of interest.
McCoy was chatting with the captain and so were the ensigns up front when Spock's screen began to flash. He frowned and looked around to find the sender, but he didn't see anyone looking and didn't hear any giggles so he concentrated on his screen again. The flashing stopped when Spock opened his priority mail and red the contents. It was just one single line:
Scan the wake of the nacelles for distortions from a Klingon Bird of Prey.
Spock read the message twice and lifted his eyebrow. He turned his scanner and directed them at the back of the ship. Both brows were raised by the end of the scan and he quickly turned to inform the captain but he was interrupted by the sound of the red alert.
"Report!" Kirk said while pushing himself straight in his chair.
"An attack from the Klingons, captain." Spock said before his scan was complete. "Transporter activity on deck 12."
"Raise shields!" Kirk said after trying to reach security and failed. "And fire at that bird of prey!"
"Aye sir." Chekov said and raised the shields before the klingons could beam over anymore of there boarding parties. He added some photon torpedo's which resulted in a massive explosion on the viewscreen.
"I will contact security myself and engineering for a damage repair of the com system." Spock said and ended the silence that had followed after the sight of destruction.
Kirk nodded and Spock entered the turbolift.
When the lift had stopped Spock ran carefully through the corridors, there still were some klingons left somewhere, and nothing was more dangerous than a battle-ready klingon without a ship to return to.
The first few corridors were empty, but just before he reached security, three Klingons stood in front of him. They were armed to the teeth and one of them was kneeling besides one of Enterprise's crewmembers who lay unconscious on the floor.
Spock didn't waste a second and flung himself at the intruders. One of them lay quickly on the floor due to a nerve pinch, but the others were more difficult. Spock tried to make more noise to attract the attention of possible personnel on this floor, but it was futile. He was being held by one of the Klingons when the other picked up his Batleth. He growled and showed his filthy Klingon teeth in an attempt to smile. Spock struggled, but couldn't free himself and a nanosecond before the calculated blow he heard a loud thump. The klingon with the Batleth slumped against the deck and behind him emerged a small girl with a metal tool in her hands. Unconscious of it, one of his eyebrows went upwards. Before any of them could act, the last klingon had jumped on her and knocked her down. With a swift move Spock pinched him, and there he stood. Alone in the middle of three unconscious klingons and one girl he'd never seen before. He acted on instinct when he picked her up and ran through the corridors to sickbay.
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This was part 1, I hoped you enjoyed it. Reviews are always welcome and if you have any idea's, they are more than appreciated. The story is largely in my head, but changes can be made at all times. I will be posting chapter 2 soon.