AN- Now this is the long awaited next chapter to this fantastic story! Enjoy!

Chapter One

Amanda started cussing fiercely at the knife she was polishing. It had cut her hand again. Amanda knew that as a Vulcan, she should not use such language, but she couldn't help it. These things just kept coming out.

Her roommate at Starfleet Academy stared at her. The young Andorian started laughing.

"I had no idea that a Vulcan knew such language as that!" Talas Tosharis laughed. Amanda scowled.

"It just so happens that I was not raised on New Vulcan. I was raised in Imperial space, on Mandalore. The language there has at least a hundred words for stab. I have yet to count them all," she snapped. Talas' grin disappeared. She looked angry now. Amanda internally winced.

"Well, you certainly do not need to be rude about it! I was just jo-" Talas was cut off by a throat clearing at the door. Amanda looked up from her knife. The well-known Counselor Deanna Troi stood there. The Enterprise officer smiled at the girls.

"I hope I am not interrupting anything," the Betazoid woman said, "But I was hoping to speak with you, Cadet Kryze."

Talas stared, "So that's your last name."

Amanda scowled at the Andorian cadet as she was led into the hallway. Troi smiled at her.

"I was hoping to offer you a chance to finish your Starfleet education on the Enterprise. We are going to run a tester program to see if cadets can learn in real-life situations better than at the Academy. Would you like that?" Deanna asked her.

Amanda nodded, "As humans say, count me in."

Deanna smiled, "I was hoping you would say that. I will let Captain Picard know. There will be nine other cadets."

Amanda gave the counselor a small smile, "I look forward to this experience."

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Amanda set her bag down on the transporter pad. She was the last cadet to beam aboard the Federation flagship. The transporter operator nodded at her and pressed the button. She felt the weird sensation of being disintegrated into millions of tiny atoms, then being reassembled into a real, living person.

As Amanda was stepping off the transporter pad, she noticed everyone was staring at her.

"Is there a problem?" Amanda asked the staring cadets.

One sneered at her, "What is a Vulcan doing in the cadet program? I thought that there were no Vulcans in Starfleet currently."

"Seeing as that I am here, logically there are Vulcans in Starfleet. Perhaps you should evaluate your opinions a little bit better," Amanda replied evenly. The other cadets looked close to laughing at her. She lifted her chin and walked over to Captain Picard.

"Orders, Captain Picard?" she asked the older man, snapping a salute.

He smiled, "I believe you should talk to Lieutenant Worf. He is your superior, after all."

Amanda nodded, "Yes, sir."

The other cadets stared. None of them had seen the captain standing in the doorway of Transporter Room Three. They all blushed and looked at their feet. None of them would have the courage to talk to the Captain in such a blunt manner without stuttering.

Amanda walked to her assigned quarters first and dropped her bag off. She then proceeded to the Bridge, where she presumed Lieutenant Worf was at the current moment. She stepped onto the turbolift and realized that there were no buttons. An officer with ocular implants stepped on behind her.

"Bridge," he told the computer. The turbolift started to move. He noticed her.

"Hi. I'm Geordi LaForge. Who might you be?" he asked her. So this was the Chief Engineer.

"I am Cadet Amanda Kryze, one of the Starfleet cadets currently onboard," Amanda explained.

"Ah," was all he replied. When the turbolift reached the Bridge, she followed him off and went over to the Klingon officer standing at the Tactical station.

"Lieutenant Worf?" Amanda asked him.

"Can I help you?" he asked bluntly.

"I am Cadet Amanda Kryze. I have been assigned to the Security section of the ship for the duration of my stay here," she replied as bluntly as he had asked her.

"So I am assigned a pacifist Vulcan?" Worf asked incredulously.

Amanda frowned, "Lieutenant, I was raised on a planet where pacifism was not an option. I am very capable at fighting in hand to hand combat. And at sniping."

He grunted, "Very well. Orientation will be at 1700 hours tonight. Be there."

"I wouldn't miss it," Amanda said before turning on her heel sharply and walking to the turbolift.

"Deck Six," she told the computer. The doors closed and she was whisked down to Deck Six and her quarters.

In her quarters, she managed to puzzle out the replicator.

"Tea, Earl Grey, warm," Amanda ordered the computer. As it was replicating the selected beverage, she remembered how she had discovered the drink in the first place. She had been sitting in a small café when an older man had ordered it. Curious, Amanda had decided to order the exact same drink. The waiter gave her a strange look, but had given it to her anyway.

When her tea was ready, she went over and sat next to the computer. She typed out a rather lengthy message to her family. She had a very large family, compared to Vulcan standards. She had her mom, dad, younger brother, and two younger sisters. For some reason, when she asked about her real parents, her adoptive parents changed the subject. Amanda knew she was adopted. She was the only one in her family with red hair and the pointed ears of a Vulcan. They shouldn't take her for stupid and unintelligent.

Her door bell chimed at that exact moment.

"Enter!" Amanda called out. The door swished open, revealing three cadets. They stepped inside and closed the door behind them. Now, she was getting really angry, really fast.

"You must have a plausible reason to enter my quarters other than to attempt to elicit a show of human emotion from me," Amanda told them frostily, "If you have no logical reason, then I will have to show you the door and forcibly shove you out of it."

"Who are you to threaten us, little bitch. We are more than you by fa-" the cadet that was talking stopped when he saw what she was aiming at her. She had a very nice bow in her hands and had an arrow notched in it.

"I hope that you like this. It was a birthday gift from my Uncle Clint when I was two. I have since become something of an expert in its usages," Amanda smirked as she told them this. She did not know why she was smirking. She just kind of felt like it.

The cadets hauled ass out of the room. She put her bow and arrow back in her small bag where they belonged. She was almost late to her Security orientation, anyway.

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It was about 1702 hours when Amanda finally arrived at the Security training area. She was nervous inside, but kept a calm composure on the outside.

"Lieutenant Worf?" Amanda asked the Klingon chief of security.

"Yes, kid," he replied.

"Reporting as ordered, sir," she stated.

"You are two minutes late, Cadet," he snapped.

"I had some things to take care of first. Mainly, some troublesome colleagues," Amanda replied sharply.

Worf raised an eyebrow, "What would you mean by that, Cadet Kryze?"

Amanda smirked slightly, "Three cadets attempted to frighten me. So, I scared them off by pointing a bow and arrow at them."

"Are you joking? A bow and arrow?" Worf replied incredulously.

"It was part of a birthday gift when I was about six months old from my Uncle Clint. He was very wise in getting that for me. It has been very helpful in defending myself against enemies," Amanda stated with some pride in her voice.

Worf grunted, "All right, let's see how good you are at self-defense."

"Swing at me and you'll find out," she said plainly. He looked startled.

"You want me to hit you?" Worf said, shocked, even as a young ensign took the bait and snuck up behind her.

Amanda swung around, still standing in the same place and grabbed his wrist as he was about to punch her. He gaped at her. She flipped him and he landed hard on his back.

"New challenge: Try to get me to move from where I am standing," Amanda challenged the Security personnel. A few of them laughed at her.

"What could a little Vulcan do to beat a bunch of Security personnel on the flagship!?" one said, laughing. He suddenly went flying. They all stared at her. She lowered her hand.

"I apologize, but I get angry very quickly. I am not your average Vulcan from New Vulcan, as you can tell," Amanda stated bluntly. Worf muttered something in Klingon. A few of the personnel backed away quickly. Most of them inched nearer. Amanda sensed that their intentions were to attack her in force and try to take her down as a single person against a couple dozen, twenty-three to be exact.

Worf nodded his head and they attacked. Amanda kicked one into the wall, bent backwards as one kicked at her head and grabbed the offender's foot. She flipped the man over onto his front side as he hit the ground. Within minutes, the entire area around her was clear, the Security personnel lying on the floor trying to catch their breaths.

Worf stepped forward and readied himself. She rolled her shoulders and nodded her head. Worf went for the gold immediately, trying to pin Amanda to the ground. He was startled when she disappeared suddenly. He spun around.

"I am right behind you, Lieutenant. I am merely using my hidden abilities. I have been trained since I was an infant to fight men bigger than me and win. My mother taught me. She was a pacifist during the Clone Wars, but when they ended and she saw what had been going on behind the scenes of the war, Mother was no longer a pacifist. She's a slight woman, but is well-known for being able to kick some ass every once in a while," Amanda said as she reappeared.

A clapping came from behind Worf. He turned his head to see Geordi LaForge, Deanna Troi, Captain Picard, Data, Will Riker, and Beverly Crusher standing there. Will was clapping.

"Not bad, kid," Will laughed, "I bet none of them will every live this down for a long while."

Worf scowled, "This mere slight of a girl got lucky, that's it. If you will excuse me."

He stormed out. The other personnel scowled at her as they went to Sickbay to get their wounds treated. Amanda looked worried.

"I hope I didn't offend anyone," The young girl worried.

"How old are you, Cadet?" Will asked.

Amanda blushed, "Sixteen, sir. I take after the family tradition of young fighters."

Picard nodded, "There is an away mission coming up soon when we reach our destination. Would you like to join the Away team?"

"O-of course, Captain. I just hope that no one thinks that I am trying to make them feel bad by rubbing salt into open wounds," Amanda accepted.

"You don't need to worry, Cadet Kryze. No one is permitted to be offended," Will joked. Amanda nodded.

"1100 hours sharp, tomorrow for the briefing," Captain Picard told her. Amanda nodded as she walked off to her quarters, looking nervous.

"I wonder when she'll realize her potential," Deanna mused.

"It might be a long time," Beverly replied, "She has great potential. Jean-Luc, I hope that you haven't forgotten the number one rule of away missions."

Picard sighed, "Never. Stop by Medical for a quick check-up and head down to the surface of whatever planet we are on now."

Beverly smiled, "Perfect."

AN- And that is it. Just so you know, this is going to go kind of fast. If you have any questions or comments, leave a review BELOOOOW… (Or Slenderman will find you in a dark, creepy forest…)