A/N: Sorry for takin' so long to update! There are different languages in this fic. But they are witten in English.
Bold = Klingon
*= Romulan
Italics = Vulcan
Chapter One
"Mama!" a young girl, the age of five, yelled as she ran to find her mother in panic. Pieces of buildings falling around her as she ran to her small hut like home.
Suddenly a large hand reached out and grabbed the back of her tunic. She tried to get out of the grip, but it was no use. Her capturer picked her up and turned her so she was facing them. It was one of the many Klingons that were attacking her village.
"What is a child doing in a village of old Terrans?" the Klingon spat.
"Let me go!" the girl tried once more to et out of the grip,l but once again no success. She kiked the Klingon in the chest, but only ended up hurting her foot from the armor.
"A fine warrior you would have made," the Klingon said. The girl stopped squirming, and looked at him questioningly.
"Would have?" she asked. Even for a little girl, she was smarter beyond the normal level for a child of her age.
"You know how to listen, child. I shall not kill you, no you will join the other prisoners."
The Klingon carried her by her tunic, to where a large group of other species and Klingons stood.
"Another one?" a Klingon asked the one holding her, the their language, even though she understood them, she acted confused.
"A child," he replied, throwing her on the ground. She quickly stood up with her head held high, mainly in defiance.
"It is female," a softer Klingon voice said. The girl turned around and saw a female Klingon standing behind her with a tri-corder in hand. "It is also a mutt of many."
"I am not a mutt!" the girl snapped. Then her eyes widened slightly when she realized the female had spoken to the other Kilingon in their own language. But thankfully the three were not listening to her.
"Put her with the rest!" the second male Klingon ordered. "It will die quickly in the prison!" the female did as told, throwing her into the crowd of prisoners. The girl closed her eyes waiting for impact, but before she could hit the ground, two strong arms caught her.
The girl opened her eyes and turned to see who had caught her. She came face to face with a man with tattoos on his face; there were also other standing behind him, also with tattoos on their faces.
"Are you okay?" he asked. The girl nodded her head, then noticed his ears.
"You're Romulan," the girl stated more than asked. A surprised look crossed his features, along with the others like him.
"How did you know that I was not Vulcan?" he asked, setting the girl on the ground.
"You expressed your emotions, you have tattoos, and Vulcan's don't shave their heads."
"How old are you child?" another Romulan behind the first one asked.
"Five," she said. "I know so much because my mama wanted me to learn, and so I would understand my heritages."
"What are they?" the first Romulan asked.
"I'm half Betazoid, a fourth of something my mama doesn't know, and a fourth Romulan." The man looked to the side of the girls head, with a pondering look. The girl noticed his look and the direction of it and moved her tangled hair to reveal small perfectly pointed ears. The man was about to comment when the Klingons came over to move them to the brig of the ship till they reached their location.
The girl was thrown into a cell along with the Romulans. She went over to a corner and sat down on the floor.
"Why do you cover your eyes, little one?" the first Romulan asked her as he joined her on the floor.
"Mamma said they are devil eyes and should not be seen, so I hide them. I will not show you them!" the girl replied quietly but firmly.
"Then tell me, what is your name?"
"What is yours?"
"Mine is Nero, and the others are my crew. Now, what is yours?"
"Destiny Jane Williams," the girl said, finally smiling, showing tiny fangs for her canines. "But you can call me D.J."
