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Before we begin, I wanna try something new. Usually I dedicate each chapter to my readers who are reviewers, and I'm still going to do that, but I want to dedicate this entire story to my entire AP Euro class, because, well, I reassessed everything with my writing career and it's all okay now, so I love you all and miss you much. Here we go: David, Kamal, Mike, Joey, Zach, Cory, and Mr. Houchens c'est pour vous.
The usual disclaimers (sadly) apply. Enjoy!
The Search for it All
Chapter One
I strapped on my belt. Inside its compartments were some necessities: tampons, a few Tylenols. Hopefully, I'd make my way to the academy, find a launch pad, beam myself to Nero's ship, and come in contact with my father. It shouldn't take more than a day at most. It case it took longer, I hope I'd be prepared.
My father. He'd heard of the Enterprise destroying Nero's ship and, being the compassionate friend, had gone to check on the man. I'd never known Nero--he never told me exactly how the two met--but if a friend was in trouble, my dad would be the first on the scene, no matter how dangerous.
So, a few days ago, he'd snuck into the Starfleet Academy, found a teleport, and beamed himself up. This was all done in secret of course; even I hadn't been allowed to aid. "In case I get caught, it's best to honestly say you weren't with me." I'd understood that but now, four day later, I was concerned. He hadn't returned, nor attempt to contact me, which is why I was doing what I was doing: break into the academy and beam myself away.
I didn't see myself getting caught; I had a uniform from a few years ago when Dad had wanted me to enlist. That hadn't lasted long though, considering I suck at anything science related. I'd quickly dropped out, but retained the uniform. Hopefully in would come in handy today.
Taking the stairs two at a time into the building, I smiled casually at a few passerbys. 'Blend in,' I kept reminding myself, all the way up the stairs and, finally, into the lobby. I crept into the hall and waited. A Vulcan instructor and his student were coming my way. Taking a few calming breaths, I approached them I bowed at the teacher.
"Hi, excuse me. Sorry to bother you, but I'm new here: just started a few days ago. I'm looking for Professor Locklear. He wanted me to meet him down in the teleportations room to go over some missed lessons. I just, I'm lost." I did my best to look confused.
The Vulcan looked me over before nodding. He pointed. "Follow the hall and take the stairs down a floor. It's the first door to the left."
"You can't miss it," the student added. The doors are purple and you just need your passcode to enter." Shoot. Passcode. I'd completely forgotten about those.
"Thank you Cadet Moud." The Vulcan turned his eyes to me. "Like she said, you cannot miss it, Cadet…"
"Ramey, sir," I said, using a false name. "Well, thank you. I'll be sure to tell Professor Locklear that your instructions were of much help." I bowed again, then let them be. I followed their directions, and, sure enough, I found myself at a two, purple double-doors. I pressed the button in the center.
"Enter passcode now," a rebotic female voice said as a keypad appeared. I sighed.
My code had been 7742-D. I didn't want to take the risk of using it. It probably wasn't in the system now, anyway. I thought. Two years ago. With an average rate of two hundred students a year, assuming I was entered in the middle of my class (with my last name being Laurel), and numbers going up to D that put the most current code at…7867-B. I could choose any of that. Going at random, I typed in 7825-A.
There was a whirling noise, the sounds of decompression, and, finally, the doors released. My heart, which had been skipping, restored it natural rhythm. I entered the room.
I'd never been inside the teleportations room, so, without realizing it, I looked around in awe. There were two panel control desks, each livid with various buttons and toggles. Behind the desks was a glassed-in room, and as I approached in, I could see a circle of six teleportation pads. It was so serene in there, so bright and so serene.
I snapped out of it. Going to the controls, I started to work; knowing I didn't have much time, I worked quickly. I sat up pad number four. Our of the corner of my eye, I say it light up. I entered my destination and the timer. With haste, I ran into the glassed room and onto the pad. As I stood there, listening to the timer count down, I thought of the Enterprise. In all reality, it was that ship's fault. If it's captain hadn't ordered Nero's ship destroyed, Dad wouldn't have gone looking for Nero, and I wouldn't be here, breaking into Starfleet.
'Oh yeah, the police will surely buy that.'
Well, quite frankly, it wouldn't matter if the police bought it or not, because I wasn't going to be caught.
No, I was going to find Dad, and maybe get even with the Enterprise along the way. It was sure to be interesting.
I closed my eyes as I felt my molecules turn to jelly. It was a sensation I'd never felt before: it was if my body lengthened, deteriorated, then, before I could lose my breath, my knees went weak and I collapsed. I coughed. I let out a small groan, but it was after that I looked around. I'd done it. Standing weakly, I took note of my surroundings.
I was no longer at the academy; I was at a different place entirely.
With wobbly feet, I stepped off the pad. My insides still felt like jelly, but I was able to move forward. My heart, on the other hand, didn't feel like being so corporative. It beat in random patterns and intervals. I couldn't place when it would next beat. I began rubbing my chest. When that didn't do any good, I stopped moving. My vision started swirling, and my ears where ringing dully. However, in the distance, I could still hear:
"Scotty to Bridge. We have a possible breach of security."
I swayed. Even through my attempt to stay horizontal, I found my knees shaking. Finally, I gave into them and fell. Sweat broke out along my forehead and back. Chills met me at a crashing rate. Again, I groaned, only thins time it came out as more of a wounded howl.
"Wait, cancel that--cancel! Scotty to Sickbay! Get your arse over here, Bones there's a situation." Then, I felt hands on my back, the touch ever-so-light. I shivered against fingertips. "Hold on sweetheart, medical personnel is on its way."
Those were the last words I remembered before my whole world went black.
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