HEEEEEEEY I"M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Albeit temporarily. I spent a while writing towards the end of the summer, so I have a few pre-written chapter ready to post throughout the year. At least, until I get the chance to write again. I have been working on Who He Was a little, so no fear. But mostly it's been this fic, as well as a series for Warrios that I've been planning. Both this and that will be long-term series, and I'll be switching between the two of them. Also, Anybody know how to fix that thing where the page goes blank after we select a category for a new fic?
Lizza had been on the USS. Centurion for three months now. She liked to think of herself as an expert Auror, but in truth her training wasn't over yet. A year on a Starfleet vessel was required in order to become a Beyonding Auror, which was a special class of Auror that monitored and explored far out colonies and planets.
She had registered for Auror tests almost immediately after disembarking from the Hogwarts Express for the last time, and had passed with flying colors. So it had been sheer torture to be told she had to wait until she was eighteen if she wanted to become a Beyonder, as seventeen was still under aged by Starfleet standards. So she had waited for six long, grueling months, spending her time training up her spell work and visiting her brother at Starfleet academy, and she had enlisted into Starfleet the day after her birthday.
"Always in a rush to get everything done." Her father had described her behavior, comparing it to that of Julian's when he had wanted to become a Starfleet doctor.
Had she known what would happen that day, she would have made up an excuse to return to DS9. Saying she had left her wand there by accident would have sufficed, even though it would have reflected badly on the report the captain would file with the Grand Ministry of Magic. But she wasn't a seer, so she had to live with what happened. And little did she know that what happened would change her life forever.
It happened so fast, Lizza didn't know what was going on until the familiar voice rang through the comms, ordering them to their battle stations. The Centurion was jerking underneath her, tossing her and many other officers into the walls. At first, she forgot where her assigned battle station was, before remembering it was on the captain's deck.
She rushed there as fast as her legs could carry her, and as fast as the heavy blows to the starship would allow. Before she could get to the turbo lift, a new order came over the comms:
"Abandon ship."
She grabbed the first two Starfleet officers she could find, and turned on the spot, letting the need to get to the escape pods fill her entire being, and fighting back the voice in the back of her mind that screamed to be with her brother. If she thought of him, of that space station, she would lose her focus and most likely end up in the vacuum of space. Sub-space apparition was highly dangerous and not recommended to anyone who wished to live full lives.
She opened her eyes, and found herself and the officers she had grabbed on one of the Centurion's many escape pods.
"How…?" one of the rescued officers questioned, looking at her confusedly. She pointed to her comm badge, which was sleeker and thinner, with a russet arrow on gold rather than gold on silver, and it had a sleek, black shape running under the russet arrow, symbolizing her magical abilities and marking her as an Auror in training.
"Oh." The officer said.
More Starfleet personnel rushed into the escape pods, all previous organization forgotten in the mad dash for survival. A warning bell rang out, telling all that a fatal blow to the ship had been fired, and that all escape pods were about to auto-eject. It was a cruel fate to those who had been on the threshold of a pod, only to have the computer slam the door in their face and steal their final hope.
Only this time, there was no more salvation for those in the pods than there was for those on the starship. Lizza felt the pod jerk as it was ejected, and she felt her heart break for the people who hadn't made it in time. For a moment, she considered apparating back and trying to bring some more people onto her pod, but before she could act, she saw what had been her home for the past three months go up in a circular fireball.
And then she saw one of the escape pods go the same way. And then another, and another, until she was certain they were the last pod the strange ships had left to destroy. He has to know what happened! These ships won't stop with us, whoever they work for will certainly set eyes on the Alpha quadrant. It won't end here. Beware the black ships. They are hostile.
"Expecto patronum!" she shouted, thinking of the day she and Julian had finally mastered their animagus forms, and wrapping up her previous thoughts up into a message. A silver-white wolf burst from her wand and faced her, tipping its head to the side as it waited for its orders.
"Find my brother. Tell him." She said to it. It nodded and bounded through the wall. As several peopled looked at it, bewildered, she wondered if it would still deliver its message when she was dead. Probably not.
She braced herself as she saw the enemy ship's fazers charging. She briefly wondered if she could hit one with a reductor curse if she used the bubble-head charm on herself, before remembering that if the vacuum didn't kill her, the explosion would.
Suddenly, she felt the same, odd feeling she would get whenever she was in a transporter beam. And then she wasn't on the escape pod anymore. She was in what appeared to be a transporter room on a dark ship, perhaps belonging to one of their attackers.
They'll find my wand. She quickly stuffed it back in the holster on her lower right arm. It was a reflex holster, which allowed her to slip her wand into her hand with the mere twitch of a tendon. Several aliens she didn't recognize were pulling officers out of the transporter forcefully. They reminded her of kimono dragons a bit, with their scaly, gray skin that looked loose on their necks. She started to try and shuffle her wand holster further up her arm.
She had only just managed to get it up past her elbow when one of the lizard men grabbed her and shoved her out into the open. They did an extensive pat-down, just as she had expected, and totally missed the slight bulge in her upper right arm. She took opportunity of not being pushed at that moment to get a better look at their surroundings.
It appeared that they were not the only pod of officers to be taken captive. There were at least fifty other Starfleet officers in this room, and who knows how many more if there was another transporter room. In this room, there were only two non-lizard people who looked like they weren't captives. At first she thought they were human, until she noticed the odd ear design.
One of them was a boney-faced man with black hair, and he looked as if he had eaten something sour. Next to him was a younger man, perhaps around her age, who looked much better than his companion, with red hair that stuck out in a way that reminded her of Julian a bit. He looked a little nervous, and maybe a little shocked. Ashamed? The two, or rather, the mad-looking one, seemed to be overseeing the operation.
She glared at them as she was brought past with her hands on her head.
"This is just an example of what you'll be doing, Avon. It's much harder when you have a specific target, but this is just an exercise of opportunity. We won't keep most of them." The black-haired man said as she passed. The ginger eyed her nervously, and his eyes darted to her sleeve before going to the ground again.
He knows. She wondered if he was their local 'clever person that everybody hates'. They're going to kill a lot of these people. Like we're marbles they can pick and choose from.
However, for some strange reason, the ginger -Avon? - didn't speak up, only casting her one more sideways glance as she was led out the doorway. Perhaps he hadn't noticed her sleeve after all.
She and the rest of the men and women from her escape pod were escorted down several bleak hallways. There were no windows on this ship, and few doors to other rooms as well. Either these lizard men and their commanders never slept, or whoever had built this ship was not very bright.
Soon, they came to a split way. Ahead of her, another group of Starfleet captives appeared to be getting sorted. Another pair of men with strange ears stood at the wall. The one with gray-streaked brown hair stopped the line, and had one of the lizard men take an officer down the other hallway. Lizza leaned out of the line a bit more to get a better view as her heart leapt into her throat. It was Captain Vice!
She was shoved back into position as the line started moving again. When I get free, I'm going to kill every stink'n lizard on this forsaken ship. The line kept moving, stopping only once more for some unknown reason. When it came to be her time to be sorted, she could now see where the majority of her fellow Starfleet officers were being taken to. It's an airlock. They're shooting them out of an airlock. Lizza felt like she might vomit. What kind of sick people where these guys. I'm going to die today.
She could see Marina, a brown-haired trill she had become friends with, in the group that was waiting for their death. The young host was crying, and didn't see Lizza as the graying man inspected her. He gave her a push on the shoulder, and another lizard man came to lead her away. She cast one last look back at Marina, as the trill lifted her head and seamed to catch sight of them before they rounded the corner. She was newly joined. Now she dies, along with four other lifetimes of memories.
It turned out that the second hallway led to another airlock. Only unlike the first, this one had another ship attached to it, with a blond, sour-looking woman waiting at the threshold, her arms crossed and her foot tapping the floor as if she had better places to be. She had the same, weird ears as the others she had seen; only hers were adorned with earrings that looked like they might be made of rubies.
Lizza was shoved through the entryway and pushed onto the floor, where six other Starfleet officers, including Vice, were already waiting. The door of the shuttle closed as the woman entered, and she felt the floor vibrate as the power started. A lizard man came and put cuffs on her wrists like those on her companions.
Through the dimly-lit darkness, she saw her wristwatch. It's been ten minutes since I finished eating waffles, eggs, and bacon for breakfast.
Eggs n' bacon! So… GASP! Lizza's alive after all, and GASP! I'v decided to change her wand type next chapter! So yeah, this is no longer gonna be a one-shot series; I've decided to revamp it. Starting now, the chapters will all be at LEAST 1,000 pages long. So, the wand thing; basically I discovered the true wonders of the Pottermore and the Potter Wiki, so I've been brushing up on my Wandlore skills, as well as wizarding terminology.
I've been doing the same with my Sindarin, and although I'm hopeless as sentence structure as of yet, I'll get there. But yeah, I've matched the siblings with the wand's that have matching personalities, so instead of Willow and Griffin feather, I discovered that Lizza's a more Ebony and Dragon Heartstring kind of gal.
Ant ideas on what wand I should pair Julian up with? If you don't know much wand lore, just look up wand woods and cores on the potter wiki. Your opinion is valued, and I'm conflicted between so many woods that would pair great with him as a wand. I'm thinking of Dogwood and Phoenix feather, but I'm not too sure.
J-*You know, you could just use on of those "what's your wand" quizes and find out. Just answer the questions like you have my personality.*
Well, it's much funner to let the fans decide, Julian! Common, embrace the fic!
J-*...okay... :I*