Eilynn's P.O.V.

Of all things Arya has done, this has proudly taken its spot at the top of the list of fuck-ups. Though I had to admit that I would have never thought in a thousand years that she would somehow get us stucked into Star Trek. That sort of thing only happened in, you know, the movies! I stared, wide eyed at the Vulcan science officer, unable to believe that this wasn't just some messed up pipe dream or hallucination. It certainly wouldn't have been the first time when it comes to Arya's machines.

Slowly, I reached up to pinch my arm, wincing slightly from both the pain and the fact that he was still there, staring at us with emotionless dark brown eyes.

"Holy shit," Arya murmured, staring as well.

Spock raised an eyebrow, almost as unamused as I was with the auburn haired woman.

"Perhaps you should follow me," he said having figured he wasn't going to get an intelligent answer anytime soon, "I shall escort you directly to-"

A loud explosion cut him off, the ship we're standing in giving a violent jerk that sent both Arya and I to the cold white floors. Spock snapped into action immediately, taking off down the long, winding hallways no doubt towards the elevator that led to the bridge. Just as I was about to suggest we follow him, Arya was on her feet and pulling me by my hand after the science officer.

The bridge itself was crowded and full of nonstop movement and yelling. And in front of us, sitting in the Captain's chair, was none other than Captain James T. Kirk himself.

"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! GODDAMNIT! WHAT IS THIS?!" He yelled, blue eyes focused on the small silver spaceships that seemingly came out of a black hole in a sea of space debris. Both Arya and I having followed Spock onto the bridge could only gape at who exactly, was controlling the ships main control. Captain Kirk didn't even look away at the sound of them entering, far too focused on the scene outside the large window of the bridge.

Far out in front of the Enterprise was a large, disk-like ship with a sphere in the center that reminded me a lot of the planet Saturn that seeped slowly from the blackness of space as if appearing in thin air. Multiple other ships, much smaller and sleeker than the first, flew from it like bees from a hive, firing rapidly strait at us.

I heard a gasp beside me and turned to see Arya gaping at the scene before us with wide, disbelieving eyes.

"No. Fucking. Way…" she breathed, "those are fucking droid ships."

"Like, Star Wars, droids?" I asked, turning back to look at them in confusion. That didn't make any sense. If this was Star Trek, what the hell are Star Wars ships doing here?

"You know what these are?" a rough, commanding voice questioned. Captain Kirk had stood from his chair, a stubborn look on his face as he regarded us.

"Aw Hell…" Arya muttered, "Watch him be into furries."

My jaw dropped, turning to my sibling whose lightly tanned, freckled arms were crossed over her chest, eyes critical.

"Arya," I hissed, wishing that for once in her life she wouldn't go out of her way to mess with someone and, eventually, piss them off.

"Look," Kirk growled, probably having decided to ignore our bickering, "we are in the middle of empty space, no signs of any lifeforms all around us when this ship comes out of thin air, and you two show up. Do you or do you not know what these are?"

"Well," Arya stated, glancing out at the large ship, "yes and no, I guess."

"You guess?" he repeats incredulously.

"We know of them," I said hurriedly, trying to keep him from snapping and possibly shooting us as well, "but not personally."

"They're called Droids," she informed him, "they're like, war machines used to replace actual soldiers."

"We don't know where they came from or who made them," I lied before he could question us further, "just that they can be very dangerous if we don't take care of this soon."

"If you want to destroy them, you want to aim for those," Arya said, pointing towards the large antennas along the ship, "it should slow them all down long enough for you to set up some sort of bomb inside the ship and cause an internal explosion."

"It's the easiest way to destroy it," I nodded along, barely remembering all of this from the movies. How Arya even retained this much about the drones was astonishing to me. I hadn't seen the movies since I was nine.

Kirk stared at us critically, seeming to weigh the options before him before turning back to his crew who watched their Captain and the strange new girls with confusion, "Do what they said, aim for the antenna-like devices on the largest ship."

Everyone jumped back into motion, turning back to their monitors and following their Captain's orders.

"Weapons at ready Captain," one crew member said, I gave up trying to remember their names after Spock and Kirk.

"Fire."

The bullet/laser beam/whatever it was was so sci-fi movie I would've sworn it was fake. Until it hit the other ship with such a ferocity and explosion the Enterprise shuddered. The effect was immediate.

The single explosion set off a chain reaction, tinier explosions, but equally deadly, occurring along the circular ship no doubt majorly harming if not killing anyone inside. The smaller single-pilot ships had seemed to shut down as well, ceasing all motion besides having been pushed outwards to float off into random directions of space.

I unconsciously held my breath, watching the Droids before us with wide eyes as I gripped Arya's arm, praying that this actually worked and we hadn't just screwed everything up.

It was silent, the rest of the crew and Arya also watching the scene in anticipation before, with one final deafening bang, the entire complex had blown apart, scattering metallic pieces across the space around them. There was a loud cheer and most crew members, including myself, relaxed back into their chairs, breathing out deep sighs of relief. Arya cheered the loudest, giving the sky an excited fist-bump and grinning widely.

The celebration ended fairly quickly though, the sound of a deep voice clearing causing us to pause. Turning back around, we flinched at the icy stares of both Kirk and Spock.

"Now would be the best time for you both to tell us how, exactly, you had managed to get on my ship," Kirk informed them in a clipped tone.

"And how you knew our enemies' weakness and what they were," Spock added, standing tall with his arms folded neatly behind him.

"Ah shit…" Arya muttered to me under her breath, "I honestly hoped they'd kinda forgotten…"

I stared blankly at her.

What had I done in life to ever deserve this headache?