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Unless I take over the world! Muh hahaha! Then I can own everything! If
I take over the world, you, my faithful readers, will receive positions of
power.
I can't believe it. This is the last chapter. I will spell it out for all of you who thought the last chapter was one of the ones where I had a cliffhanger. Come on, not even you future despotic ruler would be so cruel as to leave you with a cliffhanger at the end of the story. When I am ruler, I will punish all writers who leave blatant cliffhangers at the end of stories.
I would like to give a million thanks to all of my readers, even the ones who just recently tuned in, those who read the beginning but not the end, and the ones who are reading and not reviewing. Special thanks those who have stuck through with me from the beginning and encouraged me. You will receive entire countries to rule over, if you wish them. Enjoy!
The connection was broken. Tarik jerked away from Zandile, as he was suddenly aware of himself again. Dr. Crusher reacted instantly, pulling a tricorder out and scanning Zandile with pursed lips. She tapped her comm badge and said, "Crusher to Picard. You wished to be notified when Ensign Rey came out of it, so here's your notification."
Captain Picard replied via the comm system, "Understood, I will be there in a moment."
Tarik was looking intently at his daughter. "She looks a lot more like a Vulcan when her hair is short like that." He mused. "She looks so much like her mother, too. The same hair the color of dark chocolate, the similar facial features." His musings were cut short as Zandile's eyes slowly opened.
"Where am I?" She whispered. "Am I dead?"
Dr. Crusher appeared behind Tarik. "Ensign, you are on the Enterprise, you were injured during your mission on Romulus..."
"...You saved my life and gave us a real scare." Captain Picard had entered Sickbay and was finishing Dr. Crusher's sentence.
"Captain, did we accomplish the mission?" She asked weakly.
"Thanks to you we did, Ensign. Or should I say Lieutenant." Captain Picard smiled as comprehension dawned for Zandile. She grinned, meriting a disapproving look from Tarik. Captain Picard gave her a new rank pip for her collar.
"You deserve this, Lieutenant. You were very diplomatic while we were onboard the Klingon ship, you also single-handedly found Spock and his group, organized and successfully carried out a rescue mission into a heavily guarded Romualn compound and saved my life almost at the cost of yours. I owe you more than a field promotion, Lieutenant." Captain Picard gravely addressed his new Lieutenant, but a friendly sparkle in his eyes suggested that he was being less formal than he sounded.
"Wow, thank you Captain." Said Zandile her eyes wide in awe and surprise. "I will not let you down." She turned to Tarik, who was still standing in the background. "Thank you, Father. I know it was you who freed me from the prison within my mind."
"Perhaps learning Vulcan mind techniques would prevent a repeat of this incident." Tarik sounded stern.
"I do not want to be serious like a Vulcan!" Exclaimed Zandile.
"You do not have to be. It may be impossible for you to bury all emotion, but you would benefit from learning how to perform a mind meld, gaining control over your mind, and learning therapeutic meditation."
"Oh. Will you teach me, Father."
"I cannot right now. I must return to Vulcan. I am a very busy man. Perhaps another Vulcan could teach you. I will always be available for you to contact me." Tarik turned to leave.
"Goodbye, Father." Said Zandile, yawning with sudden fatigue.
"Goodbye, Daughter." Tarik left sickbay.
Dr. Crusher, who had been watching the exchange from the corner, stepped froward. She pulled out a hypospray. "This will help you sleep, Lieutenant. I think you will need a least two days to rest before I can permit you to go back on duty." She sprayed the medicine into Zandile's jugular vein and watched her fall asleep before turning to Captain Picard. "Sir, I must ask you to leave. I won't let you talk to her until she is well rested."
"I need to contact her stepfather to tell him that she is OK." Said Picard. He turned and left sickbay.
A few days later, Zandile Rey stepped onto the bridge to start her duty shift. She looked like a completely different person. She had the same mustard color and black uniform, but with two collar pips, signifying her new rank. She had used the hair follicle stimulator to re- grow her hair, but it was now pulled up and braided. Her pointed Vulcan ears were clearly visible, and she had not plucked the Vulcan eyebrows. Commander Riker was in the command chair at the time. He turned to the woman at the security station. "And who might you be?" He asked, not recognizing her.
"Lieutenant Zandile Rey, reporting for duty, sir."
Now is when you review, people! Tell me what you think of it. I need input on whether I should write a sequel. I have an awesome idea for a sequel, but I won't even give a hint unless I get reviews. I'm also humbly asking you guys to report any grammatical, spelling or continuity errors you noticed, cause I'll be going through the last half of the story and fixing some mistakes, if there are any.
Thanks for reading! Lenora out!
Transmission ended
I can't believe it. This is the last chapter. I will spell it out for all of you who thought the last chapter was one of the ones where I had a cliffhanger. Come on, not even you future despotic ruler would be so cruel as to leave you with a cliffhanger at the end of the story. When I am ruler, I will punish all writers who leave blatant cliffhangers at the end of stories.
I would like to give a million thanks to all of my readers, even the ones who just recently tuned in, those who read the beginning but not the end, and the ones who are reading and not reviewing. Special thanks those who have stuck through with me from the beginning and encouraged me. You will receive entire countries to rule over, if you wish them. Enjoy!
The connection was broken. Tarik jerked away from Zandile, as he was suddenly aware of himself again. Dr. Crusher reacted instantly, pulling a tricorder out and scanning Zandile with pursed lips. She tapped her comm badge and said, "Crusher to Picard. You wished to be notified when Ensign Rey came out of it, so here's your notification."
Captain Picard replied via the comm system, "Understood, I will be there in a moment."
Tarik was looking intently at his daughter. "She looks a lot more like a Vulcan when her hair is short like that." He mused. "She looks so much like her mother, too. The same hair the color of dark chocolate, the similar facial features." His musings were cut short as Zandile's eyes slowly opened.
"Where am I?" She whispered. "Am I dead?"
Dr. Crusher appeared behind Tarik. "Ensign, you are on the Enterprise, you were injured during your mission on Romulus..."
"...You saved my life and gave us a real scare." Captain Picard had entered Sickbay and was finishing Dr. Crusher's sentence.
"Captain, did we accomplish the mission?" She asked weakly.
"Thanks to you we did, Ensign. Or should I say Lieutenant." Captain Picard smiled as comprehension dawned for Zandile. She grinned, meriting a disapproving look from Tarik. Captain Picard gave her a new rank pip for her collar.
"You deserve this, Lieutenant. You were very diplomatic while we were onboard the Klingon ship, you also single-handedly found Spock and his group, organized and successfully carried out a rescue mission into a heavily guarded Romualn compound and saved my life almost at the cost of yours. I owe you more than a field promotion, Lieutenant." Captain Picard gravely addressed his new Lieutenant, but a friendly sparkle in his eyes suggested that he was being less formal than he sounded.
"Wow, thank you Captain." Said Zandile her eyes wide in awe and surprise. "I will not let you down." She turned to Tarik, who was still standing in the background. "Thank you, Father. I know it was you who freed me from the prison within my mind."
"Perhaps learning Vulcan mind techniques would prevent a repeat of this incident." Tarik sounded stern.
"I do not want to be serious like a Vulcan!" Exclaimed Zandile.
"You do not have to be. It may be impossible for you to bury all emotion, but you would benefit from learning how to perform a mind meld, gaining control over your mind, and learning therapeutic meditation."
"Oh. Will you teach me, Father."
"I cannot right now. I must return to Vulcan. I am a very busy man. Perhaps another Vulcan could teach you. I will always be available for you to contact me." Tarik turned to leave.
"Goodbye, Father." Said Zandile, yawning with sudden fatigue.
"Goodbye, Daughter." Tarik left sickbay.
Dr. Crusher, who had been watching the exchange from the corner, stepped froward. She pulled out a hypospray. "This will help you sleep, Lieutenant. I think you will need a least two days to rest before I can permit you to go back on duty." She sprayed the medicine into Zandile's jugular vein and watched her fall asleep before turning to Captain Picard. "Sir, I must ask you to leave. I won't let you talk to her until she is well rested."
"I need to contact her stepfather to tell him that she is OK." Said Picard. He turned and left sickbay.
A few days later, Zandile Rey stepped onto the bridge to start her duty shift. She looked like a completely different person. She had the same mustard color and black uniform, but with two collar pips, signifying her new rank. She had used the hair follicle stimulator to re- grow her hair, but it was now pulled up and braided. Her pointed Vulcan ears were clearly visible, and she had not plucked the Vulcan eyebrows. Commander Riker was in the command chair at the time. He turned to the woman at the security station. "And who might you be?" He asked, not recognizing her.
"Lieutenant Zandile Rey, reporting for duty, sir."
Now is when you review, people! Tell me what you think of it. I need input on whether I should write a sequel. I have an awesome idea for a sequel, but I won't even give a hint unless I get reviews. I'm also humbly asking you guys to report any grammatical, spelling or continuity errors you noticed, cause I'll be going through the last half of the story and fixing some mistakes, if there are any.
Thanks for reading! Lenora out!
Transmission ended