Author's note: It has been awhile since I have posted anything on here. So I am committing myself to actually finish this story. I became addicted to Star Trek over Christmas break and a bit obsessed with some of the characters. I am not claiming to be an expert so if there are any discrepancies with any of the content please kindly private message me. This is based on the 2009 Star Trek movies until I can get ahold of the Star Trek Original Series, because I just don't get the same high off of the Next Generation. ANNNNNNND GO!
"Captain on ze bridge," a Russian accented voice said.
"Uhura, alert Dr. McCoy that he will be receiving foreign royalty and he will need security," Kirk said. With that most of the crew turned and looked. I stared straight at the captain's back. Spock had his fingers clenched in the Vulcan death grip on me. While it didn't render me unconscious like most victims, it was extremely annoying and had me slightly immobilized.
"Stop staring! Get back to work!" Jim barked.
"Captain, we might benefit if we were able to communicate with it," the Vulcan said.
"Right, Uhura! We'll need you to go along with McCoy and translate," he said. She nodded.
"Poor chumps," I thought.
"Jim," a man's voice said.
"Bones!" the Captain said.
"You look like hell man!" the Doctor said.
"Thanks, Bones," the Kirk guy said.
"Who's she?" he whispered.
"We don't know, so far we haven't been able to communicate very well, we need to know what species she is to have an idea of what to talk to it in," he said. Idoits.
"No offense Jim but have you been on this spaceship too long. Have you talked to her in English?" McCoy said. I suppressed a smirk.
"Oh gee, I haven't thought of that," Kirk started.
"Doctor, it has been unresponsive to any conversation I have attempted to have," Spock said.
"Maybe because you've Vulcan nerve pinched her, you green-blooded hobgoblin," McCoy said.
"It is a very hostile life form. I do not believe it will be submissive if I release this specimen," he said digging his fingers a little further.
"Security, please, escort her to contained med bay," McCoy said. On either side of me were security guards, pushing me away.
They set me in a confined room. My legs swung over the edge of the examination table.
McCoy, Uhura, a nurse, and a security guard entered.
"Do you speak English?" he asked. My eyes darted around the glass room. He grabbed my chin and waved a light in front of my eyes. I settled on looking at Uhura. She was Spock's, I could tell from the way she acted on the bridge.
"What are you looking at?" He asked following my eyes.
"Do you want to speak with her?" he asked. My eyes snapped to him.
"No, not at all," I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.
"You are twenty-seven?" he asked.
I didn't respond.
"Uhura, please report to the bridge," a voice came over the speaker.
"Doctor?" she asked.
"Yes, go ahead," he said, waving her off.
"They won't be coming around anytime soon," he said, continuing the exam.
"Yes, I speak English," I said.
"I got that," he said, snarkily.
"Good, I am talking to someone not quite as dense as your, glorious, captain," I said.
"What is your name?" he questioned.
"Enna."
"Age?"
"About two of my years, in your years around sixteen," I answered.
"Species?"
Silence.
"Species?" he repeated.
"Not necessary," I said.
"It is necessary, suppose you get sick or injured, I can't trt if youeat you because I don't know how to diagnose you," he barked.
"No need," I said, brushing back my jacket revealing a small medical cross.
"What if you're unconscious?"
"Then kill me," I retorted.
Silence.
"Why couldn't you talk back on the bridge?" he questioned.
"I'm an alien on an enemy ship, I'm not speaking to your arrogant self-centered captain," I said.
"What about the Vulcan?" he asked.
"Why didn't you talk to him?"
"He's a jerk, he kept calling me an 'it', the pointy eared bastard," I said.
"Oh, I like you," he grinned.
Bones grabbed a hypo needle.
"We need to draw blood," he said. I nodded.
"I've been told I have a forceful hand," he said.
"I'll live," I shrugged. The needle stung for a moment. The dark red-brown liquid filled the vile. He set it on the counter. Dr. McCoy turned away to look at me then returned to the vile only to find it empty.
"Where did it go?" he asked.
I grinned.
"Funny, give it here," he said, open hand.
"I don't have it," I mumbled.
"We'll just have to take another," he said. I shrugged. He grabbed another, drawing the blood.
Again he set it in the centrifuge. The screen blinked error. He steadily watched me checking the centrifuge. An empty vile.
"What are you doing?"
"Absolutely nothing!" I objected.
"I don't believe you."
"She didn't do anything, sir, she didn't even move," the nurse said.
"Give me the needle and I will draw my own blood," I said.
"No, you are a prisoner," he said.
I slouched. He tried about three more times. He finally slammed a hypo down.
"What is wrong with you?" he yelled. Kirk finally came around the medical bay.
"Anything?" he asked.
"No! I can't take her damn blood!" he yelled.
"It's been an hour," the captain said incredulously.
"You try!" he yelled.
Jim Kirk picked up a hypo and jammed it in my neck. I gritted my teeth. He smiled triumphantly and handed it to the doctor.
"That wasn't hard," he said.
"Give it a second."
It slowly shrunk in volume as if it were being leaked, until there was nothing left.
Kirk lunged at me. I blocked and countered. He had cracked the wall he was pinned against.
"Get off!" McCoy yelled, pulling me back. I stepped back releasing the captain.
"Kirk get out!" he continued.
"She attacked me!" the captain defended.
"Get out, we were getting along perfectly fine before you got here," he said.
"She talked?"
"Yes," he said, sighing.
"What were you doing there?" Kirk asked. I looked at him blankly.
"I'm still trying to take her blood," he said.
McCoy held out a needle to me.
"We took a lot of blood, are you alright?" he asked, under his breath.
"You didn't take any though," I mumbled.
"Take your own blood," he said, putting it in my hand.
I turned it around a few times. I opened the needle part and slowly slid it in my wrist. Scarlet filled the tube. Everything had to be slowly. It slid out leaving a wound. I quickly handed it to the doctor. I put pressure against my wrist.
"Are you human?" he asked, putting it in the centrifuge. I was still.
"If you won't answer the question I'm sure Mr. Spock would love to interrogate you," McCoy said. I hopped off the table and headed to the bridge.
"Enna, stay here," McCoy shouted. I stopped and turned on my heels.
"Good you have established communication with the lifeform, the Captain had just sent me to retrieve it and…question it," the hobgoblin said. A hand clenched around my arm. I jerked away, but his grip stayed. I ended up being dragged up and down the deck. We finally got to a room.
He threw me in a chair and stood with his hands behind his back facing away from me. I sat still, no emotions, no fear.
"You were found on a deserted planet. One can only wonder what such a small creature was doing there," he said.
Silence.
"Are you a member of Starfleet?" he asked.
Silence.
"Allow me to inform you that if you do not answer the questions we will be forced to throw you in the brig. So I will ask you again, what were you doing there?" The first officer asked, forcefully. His shoulders visibly tensing. The doctor walked into the room and sat opposite me. Spock turned and had a slightly bothered face about him.
"Answer him," Dr. McCoy said, jerking his thumb toward Spock. I looked between the two.
"I must apologize doctor, but I have to query why you are assisting in the interrogation of the prisoner," the Vulcan asked.
"How many questions has she answered?" McCoy questioned.
"None."
"She's answered more of my questions than yours," he said. "Enna answer his questions." I raised an eyebrow.
"Enna…" Spock hesitated, "what business did you have on the near desolate planet?"
I stay silent.
"We have been more than gracious in our patience with you and that has left us with only one logical option. I will have to forcefully withdraw the information from your mind and then place you in the care of our brig security," the Vulcan said, stepping toward me. I raised my blank stares into his eyes. I stayed straight-faced as he lifted his ginormous hand and placed it on my face. I started to feel the initial invasion of the meld to which I countered.
My mind was flashing with brilliant silver light when a scene finally settled. A woman clothed in robes covering her head and part of her face as well. Sheer moments passed and she tumbled to her death as the rock of the edge of the cliff collapsed. The vision changed of an arid, rocket planet being consumed by a black hole, quick and sudden. The next visage was of boys cloaked in stiff black clothes. One's mouth moved, but I heard no words as I was being pulled from the poor half Vulcan's memories.
He jerked back bewildered.
"Good God child, what did you do?!" McCoy shouted shaking his own head.
I placed my wrists on the table side by side.
"I believe we were going to the brig?"
Author's Note: Ehh? Not too horrible for a rusty writer? Leave a review, creatively worded flames accepted.