Rewrite! Or restart, of a story. AU, forgive me for typos, in a hurry cause of finals, etc. Hunger Games copyright suzanne collins, Star Trek is belonging to Paramount.
Here it is! More to come tomorrow!
Preface
Star Trek: Into Flames
"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare." -sonnet 130, William Shakespeare
Katniss Everdeen, in the small cafe regarded her more than innocent roommate. Johanna Mason, short mouse-like hair and strong stature joked with the sullen friend eating a dish that was foreign.
The dish was vegetarian, a Vulcan type of soup. Johanna was irritated that Katniss had yet to do anything remotely social while at Starfleet Academy. She was mainly at thier dorm, or in one of the labs, studying. Yet, Johanna knew that something was amiss, for she was sneaking out of campus at the middle of the night, and doing who knows what.
"We can go to that new bar? It has cool stools that you can spin in." JoJo groaned, for her olive skinned friend had yet to face her.
Katniss knew that at somepoint that she would have to tell her, but couldn't bring herself to do so. She had been taking walks in a forest by the docks, she would sometimes see Mockingjays, a bird that could replicate songs. It reminded her of home, reminded her of her sister, her father.
Her sister, Primrose, or known collectively as Prim, was in medical school. She wanted to become a doctor, a healer, a savoir. She was very talented, and had taken up playing the flute. At home, her father worked in the mines, and before he was blown to bits in an accident, he had taught Katniss how to survive.
Her father held the rank of Commander before he passed, passing on his skills to his eldest. Katniss was taught how to fight, using Vulcan techniques and human anatomy knowledge. She could tell what all the plants were by sight and smell, animals were even less of a challenge. Katniss, however, could sing. She made all the birds chorus after her, especially the Mockingjays. Her language skills were exceptional, her observations always correct. She specialized in advanced combat, her accuracy was dead on, always.
Katniss never missed a target, whether by arrow, knife, bullet or energy ray. Katniss was on a different track than most in Starfleet, she was asked to head a newly created ship when she graduated. The Admirals wanted her to design it, be part of it. Be a leader. That was why she was up at night, but that was only part of it. It was daunting sure, but not impossible.
Katniss faced JoJo, lips in a tight line. "I'm fine, I have to go study." She just made another excuse. There would be many more to come, but the grey eyed, raven haired braided cadet knew nothing of it...