AN: Well I'm starting a new fic, while everything I am currently writing is still sort of not really going forward. Because my brain won't shut up! It's electrified.

Before we begin, first and most importantly: this is pure self gratification. I'm writing these OCs because I like them. They're going to be strong. They're going to be smart. They're going to have sass like you would not believe. They are going to be BAMFs. There's going to be Spock/Kirk. There's going to be Sulu/Chekov. There's going to be love and feels. There's definitely going to be a bit of crack. Hopefully well written crack, but some of this shit, man... some of it you might want to be drunk for.

Now that I've scared almost everyone off, I need to explain a bit of background to this. I got the Star Trek bug. I then infected my new flatmate, Beloved-Stranger. Her brain then caught fire and created this hilarious race with their fantastic backstory, which electrified my own brain and out popped Kirian. So now we've got these concurrent stories. Her people will appear in my fic (and a few of her ideas - just you wait), and my own will appear in hers. The race is ENTIRELY hers. Complete with the sass-on-a-stick that's almost a genetic trait in these guys.

And then I played Star Trek Online again, and that Captain and her crew are going to make an appearance, too. She's got her own story that I'm writing which will be a lot darker, and a lot shorter. At least until she appears in this.

This is also part of the unofficially titled "Vulcan Take Two: Electric Boogaloo!" series.

Disclaimer: If you recognise it, I don't own it. Or there would be sooooo much Spirk going on in cannon.

This is fresh-off-my-brain and un-beta'd.

When Kirian was three years old, she looked up at anah and mama, slapped her hand on her Big Book of Space, and announced with all the solemnity a three year old could muster: "I want a spaceship."

Mama and anah shared an indulgent smile before carding their fingers through Kirian's locks.

When papa came home that evening, he lifted his youngest up and planted a kiss in her curls. "Then a spaceship you shall have."

When Kirian was thirteen, she looked up at anah from her astrophysics homework and said, "I want to join Starfleet." Anah pursed her lips briefly before ruffling Kirian's hair.

"We'll talk about that when you're older."

When Kirian was eighteen, she bounced home, threw open the front door, and announced to the house: "I'm going to apply to Starfleet!"

"No," said mama.

"No," said anah.

"No," said papa.

Kirian did not speak to them for a week.

When Kirian was 23, she graduated from xenomedical with high distinction, specialising as a xeno-paramedic.

The next day she walked into the Emergency Terrestrial Services in her newly pressed medic uniform.

Mama's smile could not be contained.

Anah cried her joy.

Papa's eyes crinkled in the corners and looked suspiciously damp.

When Kirian was 27, she vidcalled her parents from her room on the Emergency Space Services' space station between missions.

"It's time I applied to Starfleet."

Mama smiled. Anah looked worried. Papa nodded.

"You're old enough to know what is right for you."

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