Memories

"This is the star ship Orion, we are in need of assistance, does any one copy?" the captain yelled into the airwaves in space. Yet again no answer and yet another attack. A little girl ran onto the bridge and clung to the captain in fear.

"Daddy!" she screamed with tears flowing from her eyes, "Make it stop! It already hurt Mr. Marlin really bad!" Mister Marlin was her care taker and in charge of sick bay. The captain looked down at her.

"Hurt?" He asked sitting his daughter in his chair, "How badly?"

"He's not breathing," she said bursting into tears. She knew he was dead; he was with her mama now.

"Captain, we're being hailed by the attacking ship," said the helmsman and the captain nodded. A picture of a tan man with a thick beard and what looked to be permanent furious face appeared. The Klingon captain addressed the Starfleet captain.

"Captain O'Hara, you are demanded to surrender now, in which case some will live and only most will die. If you do not comply then all of your crew will die," The girl whimpered at the threat of everyone going to see her mama, she didn't want that to happen at all. However the Klingon noticed her small noise and took attention to her, "A child?" he asked, however that was all that came out and the communications were shattered. Another ship had arrived to help the struggling crew.

"Aliah," yelled the captain to his daughter and she stood up.

"Yes daddy?"

"I need you to go to the transporter room and tell them you are going to the other ship," he said sadly and she shook her head.

"No daddy, I'm staying with you," she said and planted her feet. Not only did she really want to stay but the transporter was still in experimental stages and was kind of a 50/50 chance on when it would work perfectly. The captain looked to his navigator and called him over. The Russian man came over.

"Andreievich, my friend," he said sadly, "Take her and transfer to the other ship. Most of the ship has evacuated already. When you get there I want you to try and get back to Earth and take care of her the best you can until you find her grandmother."

"Yes sir," he said picking up the small 7-year-old.

"No! Daddy!" she began screaming, but the much larger Russian held her tight. She knew her Daddy was going to go see her mama now and she didn't want that. She wanted to keep her daddy as much as possible.

"I love you baby," he said before the doors hissed shut and she screamed for him one last time.

When they arrived on the new ship they were taken to the conference room and she watched as her father ran his ship into the Klingon war vessel. Silent tears ran down her cheeks and the Russian man scooped her up again. He was angry they had put them in that room, she didn't deserve to see that. No child did.

It was a month later when the two got back to Earth and the whole time they had gone from ship to ship the talkative Aliah was absolutely silent. When ever Andreievich would introduce her to someone she would wave and if asked a question she would nod, shake her head, or shrug her shoulders. The first time she made any noise after the incident was when they returned to Andreievich's Russian home and his son came out.

"Hevo," he said with a thick Russian accent, then after no answer he spoke again, "My name is Pavel Andreievich Chekov! Vut is yours?" Aliah looked to Andreievich and he shook his head.

"You should tell him my dear," he said as he held her hand. She looked back at Pavel and kind of smiled; the first in a month.

"My name is Aliah Scarlett O'Hara," she said with a weak voice.