Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek rights. This is me having fun in a genre I knew next to nothing about.
This is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, events and characters will be different- either slightly or extremely.
There will be NO pairings, either. This is a Friendship fic, not a Romance.
Note: This chapter will go through multiple points of view- if the transition isn't clear enough, please let me know.
"Foreign Earth language translated to Standard."
"Alien Language translated to standard."
"Voice being listened to through a communicator."
'Telepathic speech.'
Thoughts.
"Occasionally, a foreign/alien word will be in a sentence."
"When a friend is in trouble, don't annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it." - E. W. Howe
True Friendship- Interlude
Stardate 2258
The world had to be ending. Or at least, that was Ensign Gary Mitchell's opinion.
He'd been one of the few that had been ordered to stay with the Academy, and he'd had a bad feeling that had churned his stomach the entire day. (Damn his family history of psychics!) He was supervising the loading of the shuttle when another feeling hit. The strange certainty he always got when someone nearby was going to be hurt. He broke away despite the pilot's shout at him, and rounded a building, promptly finding the source of his feeling.
An old Vulcan (one of the instructors he'd never met) carrying a little girl.
"C'mon, the shuttle's this way!" Something in one of the buildings gave as Mitchell supported the Vulcan on the alien's left side, and he was sprayed with liquid. The little girl was holding a whimpering puppy. "It's okay; you're going to be alright!" He got them to the shuttle before the doors closed, and just as the ground began to really tremble. The shuttle shot out of there just as a building came down.
Mitchell coughed, sinking to the ground as one of the cadets shouted for the med kit.
He hadn't even realized that he'd been hurt. The Vulcan instructor looked at him.
"Don't let the little girl see." Mitchell managed. The old Vulcan nodded, and cradled the little girl closer.
Their shuttle was one of seven to make it to the Enterprise.
Jiaboli 'Geoffrey' M'Benga was lead, along with the rest of the civilians that made it onto the shuttles going to the Enterprise, (either by accident or because of rescue) into a Rec Room.
He'd been trying to get to the hospital to help with evacuations, but instead had carried an injured man to a shuttle and had gotten pulled on as well.
He was just a medical intern, anyway, he'd probably just get in the way, the part of him that wanted to curl up into a corner and hide until everything went away whispered.
Instead, as the security officers calmed the civilians down, he found himself straightening and taking in deeper breaths. "I've got a background in medicine, and I'm willing to work!" Everyone looked at him as if he was insane, but he focused on the security officer that appeared to be in charge. "Ask the med staff if they need an extra pair of hands, I'm not going to sit here and do nothing if there's something I can do." The officer went to the comm. for a moment, and then turned back to him.
"Report to Dr. McCoy, Barrows can show you the way." As M'Benga followed the dark haired female security member out, he heard someone else volunteer.
"I work at a mechanic shop and I can take orders, where can I help out?"
When the attack started, Janice Rand had been at the absolute bottom of the yeoman ladder (she'd graduated a couple years previously and had been working as an administrative assistant's assistant in the Academy since). When everything had gone to hell, she found herself stepping up. She got the list of civilians on board, those who were now volunteering, and had quickly begun organizing the other yeoman to go to stations.
It never even crossed her mind to wait for someone to give her orders. Rand knew what had to be done, and so she did it. It was as simple as that.
Nurse Christine Chapel had heard stories from the senior nursing staff about what giving treatment in a battle situation was like.
They paled in comparison to this situation; though to be fair, the sickbay was never hit in those stories.
Chapel's first impression of McCoy had been 'Grumpy' and she'd made plans to stay out of his way.
Instead she had been right by his side as he worked on patients, until he barked at her to act as the head nurse and start fielding and tagging patients when the heavier casualties began to come in from engineering and the poor souls they'd barely rescued from space dock. When the medical intern M'Benga entered, she sent him right into surgery to help McCoy as she got the nursing staff to work more effectively.
Shouts for supplies went back and forth, and Christine made the mistake of glancing at the clock.
Strange how time seemed to still in a crisis.
Ensign Keenser had made the dubious acquaintance of Lt. Scott almost a year prior to the attack. Scott had been moved from the Porthos to space dock (probably cause the man was insane, in Keenser's opinion) and the two had begun a like/dislike friendship that involved Scotty (He had gleefully begun using Commander Kirk's nickname for Scott) yelling at him and Keenser sniping right back.
Needless to say, Keenser had been very relieved when, just as the place they were standing turned into an inferno, they had suddenly materialized onto the Enterprise. Scott had immediately gotten an overview of the engineering situation, before going down to engineering (Keenser following to make sure Scott had someone to watch his back, the human was hopeless without someone to take care of him) and taking over.
Keenser, like Scott, had thrown himself into repairs- though Scotty was yelling orders like a drill sergeant and with just as many insults.
Keenser liked surviving, and he was going to repair and do whatever he needed to, to keep surviving.
See what I mean about a tangle? Mitchell, M'Benga, Rand, Chapel and Keenser all demanded parts- I seriously tried to cut them out, as I just wanted to keep it to the main seven and Spock Prime, but these five all came forward and said they had to be included! The nerve of these characters . . . and the worst part, there's two or three other characters that have informed me they're going to make a point of inserting themselves later on.