It had been over two days since my little drama with John. We almost got killed. I shook my head and decided to not think about the Borg. It was scary. It was scary.
I stepped into my sonic shower and turned it on. The soothing sonic waves started to cleanse my body. I should be glad that I am alive, not assimilated by the Borg. Oh well. I grabbed and towel and got dressed in my cadet uniform. I am assigned to repair John's fighter, the Ghost Stalker. I am only really 14 years old, but the captain said I can begin training Starfleet training already because we're so far away from home. I am actually training to become a pilot, but Captain Jane Miranda said I have to learn how to fix it too. Captain Jane Miranda is actually our first officer! Fleet Captain Brek Miranda is out captain. Their married and they even brought their child on this mission!
I looked at my holo-mirror to make sure I am neatly dressed. My dark, brown hair is tied to the back of my head. My red and blue uniform is correctly put on. I decided to get up early today-make a good impression on Captain Jane Miranda. I walked out my room and walked into my parent's room.
"Mom, dad, I am going to my assignment," I said to my sleeping parents.
"Okay darling, bye," Mom said.
"Behave," Dad said.
"Okay, C'ya," I said.
I don't understand, Dad thinks that I am still a child sometimes. I am a Starfleet Officer! Well, Sort Off.
I walked out of my family's quarters and appeared on the second floor of the two story hallway of the ship. The usual gray and blue walls are on my left side. Starfleet is so standard. However, there is a railing to my left and I can see down to the first floor of this hallway. The railing is on the other side of the hallway too (on the second floor) and then the regular gray-blue walls.
I walked down the hallway and made a left. Right then, John came out his quarters in his blue-gray and black Starfleet uniform. John is... my best friend I ever had. We grew up together on Kirk City on Mars. Actually, we're kinda... more than friends now, after the Borg incident two days ago.
"Hi, Kathy," said John and smiled.
"Hi," I said, "So, we're you going?"
"Same place you are, the fighter bay to repair our fighter. God, I can't believe 'recuperation' is already over"
I agree. Wait... did he just say our fighter?
"John, did you just say our fighter?" I asked.
"Yea, the since you did such a good job repelling the Borg, I'm letting you be my co-pilot. Our captain also agrees."
"What about your co-pilot Lt. Ricolitia?"
"Well, he is getting a ship of it's own, a unused Titan-Class fighter, Mk I."
"Cool."
We walked towards the turbo lift's transparent door. Most of our ships' turbolifts are like standard turbolifts, but not this one, this turbolift is the one that is the primary one that links to the bridge. It has transparent doors and transparent tubes to look outside as you go through it. Very interesting. The door opened and we walked inside.
"Fighter Bay One," both of us say at the same time.
He smiles and moves towards me. I close my eyes as he cups his hand around my chin and kisses me. Just then, the turbolift door opens. We both got startled and jerked away.
It was Brek Miranda Jr., the son out our captain.
We both blushed...
"Hi guys..." he said uneasily.
"So... where're you heading?" John asked.
"I am going to school," the part Bajoran said.
I looked outside the transparent walls of the turbolift. I can see the somewhat blur of the corridors and rooms of the Hawking. Man, after a childhood of friendship, I knew it would turn out like this. I wonder if I would ever marry him. That would be cool.
"Well, I gotta go, bye," Brek said, "and next time, try doing that somewhere else."
I can feel my cheeks getting redder.
"Well, that's okay, he'll understand," John said.
"I just wish he doesn't tell the captain."
"Yea, me too."
The turbolift door opened and we appeared in very large open room. This was the fighter bay of the Hawking. The Hawking (NX-97842) is a Hawking class starship. It is one of Starfleet's most powerful ships. With 1015 meters of length and the newest defensive, offensive, propulsion, computer, and other systems, this ship is the most powerful in the fleet. It however is a classified ship and we are on a classified mission. Our mission is to escort the USS Aries from the Delta Quadrant. Another objective is to start a new Federation deep inside the Delta Quadrant. This mission can take life times. That is why Starfleet has built such a powerful ship. Besides a powerful starship, this ship also houses a Zeus class Starship (the USS Zeus NX-97842-1). It is an offshoot of the Defiant Class battleship (or destroyer, depending on which class of Defiant you're talking about).
The fighter bay was a very large room. A large door, about 115 meters long about 70 (also about the length and width of the bay it'selft) meters wide is above us. I can still see people making repairs on the hole John and I made in the doors a few days ago. Almost the whole aft section of this ship is devoted for the fighter bay. However, there were some lower decks that were for some other uses. Here parked 3 Peregrine class 10-men heavy fighters. Vertically, there is some Titan class one-man fighters that are ready for launch in case of an emergency. There was gravity differential warnings all around this place, you can never tell which way is "up" or which way is "down" The Titian Class II two-men fighters suspended on the rim of the walls. The area is bustling with activity as men and women are trying to repair the damaged fighter bay, remove Borg technology and repair fighters.
"Where is our ship?" I asked.
"Over there," pointed John. We saw the ship parked vertical on one of the walls. The artificial gravity generators are probably all around this room so more ships can be held in less space. We walked into a little pod at the side of the room that said "Gravity-Wall Transporter" The little pod turned vertical and we started to walk on the wall, or it's now, our floor. Starfleet technology never ceases to amaze me...

We spent the morning repairing our damaged ship. At noon, I had lunch with John in one of the fabulous restaurants onboard this ship. In the afternoon, I had my English and Quantum Physics Lesson.
After school, I met John as usual to "hang out" (it's a term I learned in one of John's twentieth century holoprograms) with the rest of my friends.
We usually hang out in the main recreation and obersvation dome, or usually known as, "The Dome." The Dome is a 68-meter long dome on top of our primary hull that is used to socialize and have fun. There is two decks in The Dome and two decks below that serve as the recreational area. There is 50-m swimming pool with 4 lanes in the bottom deck as well as some sporting areas, although most sports can be played on the holodeck, the ship-wide tournaments are taken place here. The next level consists of numerous restaurants and other interesting shops. The first live inside The Dome is basically grass and some benches and a small pond for fishing, and no, they are not holographic, which is the amazing thing. The topmost level has a balcony circling the dome with some pathways to the middle of the level; one can look down at the little grass park, or look up at the eternal blackness of space.
Me and John went to one of our favorite restaurants called The Hamburger. It sold many old Terran foods such as the hamburger and French-fries. An interesting drink here is the Cola. Which I find pretty amazing. I sat down with John at our usual spot, we were early. Then, John's sister, Adrian Norway (who's 7) came and Hilotpa Li (age 13) and Reskula (also 14) joined us.
"Hey Kathy and John, we um, heard some rumors about you guys in the turbolift this morning... so is it true?" teased Reskula.
"Shut up Reskie," John said.
"Yea, I head it too," Hilotpa said.
"My brother has a boy friend, my brother has a boyfriend," sang Adriana in her annoying voice.
"Shut up!" John commanded.
I started to blush.
The rest of the dinner was pretty normal, we had fun...

A week has passed since the day we got caught on the turbolift. John and my relationship is getting better everyday. I think I'm in love with him. Oh well, I don't know. The repair crew has finished repairing the ship and we are on out way with our mission. Using some of the debris of the Borg cube and some parts that the Borg has assimilated, the engineering team has redone the Tiber's warp engine. It can now cruise at warp 9. It is really cool having another ship to our mission. The crew of the Tiber decided to go alone with our mission. They have been mission for about eighteen years. Their close ones probably went on with their lives. I was looking out my window, waiting for the stars to zip past in a spectrum when Fleet Captain Miranda announced, "This is Fleet Captain Brek Miranda to the crew of the USS Hawking and the USS Tiber, we have sent the last message to Starfleet before go out of range. We are preparing for warp."
And the journey begins.