Hi! this is just a little bonus chapter about how Mirror McCoy got drafted into the Imperial Fleet. Enjoy!

Leonard walked down the street. He had finished work and was heading home. He wasn't sure why he bothered working, it paid practically nothing. And he wasn't sure why he bothered going home, he didn't have anything to look forward to there.

But, he needed any money he could get if he wanted to go to medical school, and he needed somewhere to live so, he kept going to work, and he kept coming home.`

"Leonard." said Ana, walking up beside him. "Where ya going?"

"Home."

"That's boring, come with us, we're going to the diner."

"I have entrance exams in a week, I need to be off drugs and alcohol until then."

"No one said you had to drink. You can just get food. It is a resturant"

"I can't afford it."

"I'll pay."

"You can't afford it."

"Fine, be that way. Go home, I'm just trying to be nice." she started to walk away. Leonard turned around and walked with her.

"Who else'll be there?"

"Jon and Marcus and Clara."

"I'll come."

"Okay!"

The diner was technically a restaurant, but it was more like a tavern. No one checked for I.D. so Leonard and his friends always wen there when the were looking to get drunk. Everyone did.

Calling them friends was a bit of a stretch though, more like they all tolerated each other and stayed together because that was safer.

"Did you guys hear? There's been people from the fleet going around, drafters." said Clara.

"I saw something about that." said Leonard. "There was something sitting out on the kitchen table this morning, a notice that their looking for volunteers. Like anyone would." The others looked at McCoy.

"What?" he asked.

"There was something just sitting out, in your house about it? They don't send them to houses they put out a public notice and hope you see it or hear about it. Your parents would only have a copy if they went and got one." said Jon.

"So?" said McCoy defensively.

"So, you're not nineteen yet. Still legally a minor." said Marcus. "You're gone, you're done. You're parents are gonna sell you out."

"What?" said Leonard.

"Leonard, think about it." said Ana. "You're parents are dirt poor-that's no secret, they can hardly afford to feed you."

"You're not exactly rich either." said Leonard hesitantly.

"If the Fleet doesn't get enough volunteers, they'll draft people. Also, you're still a minor and since you're a minor, your parents can sell you to the Empire, it's totally legal." she finished. "put two and two together, I'm right."

"My cousin Bridgett's a yeoman on a ship because of that." said Marcus. "Her parents are upper middle class now and her dad's got a high paying job, and they were living like your folks."

"I'm going to be a doctor." said Leonard. "I'll get the scholarship I'm vying for and go to school and be a doctor."

"Or end up a crewman on some godforsaken space station." said Clara. "Besides, you keep hands too clean to be a doctor anyway."

"You could run away." suggested Jon. "Happens all the time, you can stay at my house for awhile, until you figure out where to go."

"My parents are not going to draft me!" Leonard nearly shouted.

"Yeah, because they love you soooo much." said Clara sarcastically, "get a grip, McCoy. Either pack your bags and run, or pack your bags and put on a uniform." Leonard stood up and grabbed his bag.

"I'm going home, bye."

"Nice knowing you." Ana called after him as he headed out the door.

When he got to his house he pulled his sleeve over his hand before touching the doorknob, nothing was ever clean enough to touch around here. He went inside.

He heard voices coming from the kitchen. He walked toward them.

"Is this really a good idea?" he heard his mother say.

"He's never going to go to medical school, we both know that, he'll never make the money." he heard his father say, what was he doing home from work? "He'll end up like us."

"But the stories I've heard-"

"Ma'am, instead of asking how bad life will be for him if you do sign this, ask yourself if it'll be any better if you don't." he heard an unfamiliar voice say. Leonard entered the kitchen. His mother was signing something, something he could already see his father's signature on.

The other voice had belonged to a man wearing a yellow Imperial Fleet uniform, and there was an other man, wearing a red uniform.

You're parents are dirt poor-that's no secret, they can hardly afford to feed you.

"What's going on?" he asked. All eyes on him. The Starfleet officers stood up.

"I'm Commander Jay. and this is Lieutenant Brider So you're Leonard? A little bit thinner than I pictured, but you'll do."

If the Fleet doesn't get enough volunteers, they'll draft people.

"What did you do?" Leonard asked his parents.

"Leonard-" his father began he was cut off.

"Have you ever considered joining the Imperial Fleet?" asked Commander Jay.

"No, never." he said, backing away, the man stepped closer.

"A shame, truly a shame."

You're still a minor and since you're a minor, your parents can sell you to the Empire.

"Leave me alone." said Leonard, Lieutenant Brider spoke.

"You're parents will be well compensated for the services you will render to the Empire. I strongly suggest you comply, because you are required to come with us." he reached out to grab Leonard's hand.

"Don't touch me!"

"Leonard, just go with them, please." said his mother. He turned to run, and found his legs knocked out form underneath him by Brider. He was pulled to his feet. Before he could fight back again, he felt a needle pressed into his arm. He could easily guess what is was, Anesthetic. He was set down on the floor still alert, but consciousness slipping away.

"When you wake up, you will be at a Fleet base, where you will be given a physical, uniform, identification number, and an assignment. You're service is appreciated. Long live the Empire." were the last things he heard.