Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise; it's continuing mission to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before-
Nah, I'm just kidding you. This is Professor Layton, not Star Trek: The Next Generation! However, in this story, the former is based a lot on the later. So yeah, if you like Star Trek, and Professor Layton, then read this one! Now, I'm gonna go watch the new Doctor Who.
Disclaimer: I don't own Professor Layton or Star Trek. Never have, never will.
Flora's POV,
My breath caught in my dry throat. The vibrant white collar of my uniform was ever so tight; one would think it was a corset from the late 19th century. I never was one for the female uniforms. My friend Amanda, a fellow human from Earth, always thought that they accentuated our curves a little too much for Star Fleet protocol (Not that I have too many).
Not that we had a choice. The Senior Officers made our Ceremonial Uniforms necessary on the day my class finally leaves the academy. Yes I, Flora Reinhold, an orphan girl of barely 16 years from the Free States of Scotland, am graduating from the prestigious American division of Star Fleet! While not quite the one that Captain Hershel Layton graduated from, I will still be in command of my very own Star Ship!
But right now, Amy and I were standing shoulder to shoulder with eight other men and women, not all human may I add, in the sweltering heat of the Californian sun. My white uniform was a merciful decision on Star Fleet Command's part.
"Petty Officer Second Class Amanda Finn," boomed the voice of the Chief of Sector 1's guard fleet. Amy turned her head towards me real quickly, and flashed me the white smile that made many a man melt with awe. Her green eyes sparkled in the sun light. She broke ranks, and walked up the path that led to the stage. Her pale skin was barely darker then the uniform; and her blond hair was held in a bun behind her Garrison Cap.
I watched as she shook hands with Admiral Griswold, an elderly man who was in charge of all of Star Fleet. I watched as he pinned a gold space shuttle onto the collar of her jacket. And I listened to the sound of her family and friends applauding her accomplishment. Then, I watched as she turned to the other side of the stage, and walked out of the Court Yard.
Once again the M.C. turned towards the wooden podium. He leaned forwards, and spoke another name into it.
"Captain Flora Reinhold."
My breath was once again caught in my throat. I stepped to my left, and was on the cobble stone path that led to the stage. In my peripheral vision, I saw the early 21st Marble architecture, with the decorative marble crenellations added more recently. I forced my thin legs to move, and listened to the rustle of my knee length skirt in the slight breeze.
Normally one, when classes were in session here, could smell the fragrance of the Queen Ann palms around the courtyard and hear the bustle of academy students around them. However right here, right now, it was empty to me. No sound reached my ears; a testament to how little was left for me on Earth. No scent reached my nose; a testament to the fact that I had recently sniffed a Galen Death Chili. Let's just say, it wasn't my smartest move. There's a reason that the Galen use it as a means of crowd control…
Finally, my foot mounted the first step that led up the side of the stage. My left foot reached the next one, and my right foot reached the last step. I, Flora Reinhold, had made it. I made it through the four years of leadership school and through the fifty meter walk to the stage.
I stepped in front of Admiral Griswold, and smiled. He returned the greeting, and took my right hand. I hurriedly came back to my senses and shook it.
"Congratulations. You are the youngest person to ever graduate from this academy, and one of the best we're ever had. You have completed simu-lissions that were previously thought impossible for a cadet to achieve. And, you managed to complete them with minimal casualties. I am sure I speak for all of the Federation when I say, Welcome aboard Captain," With that, he reached onto the small table besides him, and retrieved a small pin. It was gold, like Amanda's, but in the shape of an 18th century Frigate instead of a shuttle. He pinned it onto my lapel, and once again shook his hand. Luckily, I managed to shake it back better than last time.
"Thank you sir, it is an honor to even have been here," I replied, slowly gaining confidence.
"Believe me, it is all ours. Now, you need to meet your crew. Follow me, please," He said.
Next chapter, Federation Captain Flora will meet her crew, and they will head into the Final Frontier. Please Review, and let me know if you like it!