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Ambassador
My godmother had always told me I was special. Every day, she told me I was someone who could do whatever they wanted and be happy. Even when I became cursed, she still loved me.
"Michiru... will I ever be able to find true happiness?" I would ask her before bed each night.
"I don't know, it mostly depends on you," she would reply.
"Like I need to something?" I would then ask.
"Forge your own path; find people who care about you for who you are. And when the time is right, then the curse will be broken as well. You won't be a child forever," she then whispered and began to sing a slow sad song. I missed her so much. I longed for home...
Chapter 2: Hello, my name is... (Updated, I was just a little cheesy, but c'mon!)
Captain Jonathan Archer
"Welcome Ambassador, I am Captain John Archer of the Starship Enterprise," I greeted the small child in front of me. She didn't look to happy to be here.
"Hi," she replied, and looked around slightly, then went back to looking at the ground.
"There's no need to be afraid, we don't bite," I explained, kneeling down to her level. She smiled a bit at that.
"I'll leave you to her," the Vulcan escort said, "We'll expect your decision tomorrow at 0900 hours."
"That's fine," I replied, "Anything else I should know?"
"She doesn't like special treatment, and she does love tricks," was the reply, and then the airlock shut, leaving the child with T'Pol and I.
"Well, do you have a name?" I asked.
"Umm... Katherine Anne Forest," she said.
"That's a good name. Sounds pretty human though," I said, "Do you have a nickname?"
"Nia," was the reply, sounded like a foreign name
"Okay Nia, this is my science officer, Sub-Commander T'Pol," I said, playing along. I saw another smile. She was testing me in some way.
"Call me... Kat," she said, suppressing a giggle.
"Okay Kat, pleased to finally meet you. Well, are you hungry, or would you prefer to tour the ship first?" I asked.
"Do... do you have an armory?" she asked tentatively.
"Would you like to see that?" I asked, surprised that was the first thing she asked about, "Do you like weapons?"
"I love to blow stuff up on my games!" she exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, then, perhaps you'll love to meet our armory officer, Lieutenant Reed. You have a lot in common," I said, as I led her down the hallway, T'Pol following at the heels.
"I wanna meet a Huintaka, and take a grenade, and shove it up their butt!" she said, and I found myself laughing.
"Considering what you would have to do to get it up in the first place, it'd seem a waste of energy to try," T'Pol said, but I could tell she had no idea what Kat just said.
"Yeah, but... it'd be fun! Sort of like all those doctor horror stories of the glove," she said.
"Where do you get this information?" I asked.
"I surf the web!" she said, and then giggled, "You mortal humans are really funny!"
"We are? Well, I'm glad to know we still have that!" I joked along. She was priceless!
"Here we are," T'Pol informed, and opened the door. I saw Malcolm a ways off, at the console in the back.
"Ahem, Malcolm, I'd like you to meet Ambassador Katherine Anne Forest," I said, and Malcolm jumped out of being startled.
"Oh, sir, sorry. What?" he asked, but Kat was already looking up at him, she was smiling broadly.
"Hello," she said.
"Um, yes, hello. Oh, are you the Ambassador?" Malcolm asked, setting down a datapad.
"Yep! So, do you blow stuff up?" she asked. She was adorable, priceless, and very forward.
"Only when there's no other choice," he replied.
"Should I leave you to get acquainted?" I asked.
"No, I have work," Malcolm replied quickly.
"I can help!" Kat chimed in.
"What can a child know about weaponry?" Malcolm asked, and Kat immediately rattled off half a dozen little known facts about torpedoes.
"See?" she asked, and I glanced over at T'Pol, to see her reaction.
"Very impressive, I think," Malcolm replied, staring down.
"She studies a lot, I think," T'Pol said to me.
"So, should I leave you two to get acquainted?" I repeated.
"So long as she promises not to ask all sorts of mindless nonsense," Malcolm said, staring at Kat's beaming face.
"I'll pick her up in an hour for dinner, sound good Kat?" I asked. She looked back at me.
"Maybe you guys aren't so bad after all!" she said, and I smiled.
"That was what we hoped you'd say," I replied, and then T'Pol and I exited out of the room.
"She's quite the character, wouldn't you say?" I asked T'Pol as soon as we exited.
"She is admirable, and she knows what she does well," she replied.
"How did you figure that part out, she's only been here about 15 minutes," I said.
"I had the chance to meet her once before, when she was negotiating some treaties with Vulcans and some other species. She knew exactly how to get what was best for everyone and I believe the meetings ended in about 2 Earth days," T'Pol explained.
"She might be useful to have aboard then, wouldn't she?" I asked, half joking, half serious.
"Yes Captain, she could very well be a better guest then some we've had," she replied. The way she said it however, let me know that she was very serious about her comment.
"We better go inform Chef to make something special tonight, any ideas what Kat would like?" I asked.
"I looked in her file; it says her favorite food is any type of pasta but no Alfredo sauce, only marinara," she replied simply.
"Well then, let's see what Chef can do!" I said.
Kat
"Well, it looks like you do know just about all there is to know," Malcolm said.
"Well, duh, you've only been questioning me for the past hour, and I still don't know squat about you," I complained.
"And you won't for a while, because the Captain's here," he replied. I turned and saw Mr. Archer in the doorway.
"You're a Muintaka," I said, and then walked to join up with Mr. Archer.
"I beg your pardon?" Malcolm asked in a semi-surprised voice. I smiled and turned at him again, but before I could talk Mr. Archer spoke.
"I trust Kat wasn't too much trouble," He said, clearly he was grinning because he heard me call Malcolm a name, and he didn't know what it meant, so it made my smile grander.
"No trouble sir, she just has quite the mouth on her," Malcolm replied.
"Do you want to come join us for dinner? She seems to have taken a liking to you," Mr. Archer replied, smiling.
"Who else is coming?" Malcolm asked, hesitating.
"It would just be you, me, Hoshi, and her," he replied.
"No thanks sir, I'll be fine," Malcolm said.
"PLEASE?" I asked, and ran up to him, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.
"Why?" he asked, "You'd probably have a better time with Hoshi anyways."
"I knew it; you're a stick in the mud!" I exclaimed, "You're scared of dinner!"
"That's not it at all!" he fought back.
"Wait, wait, I've heard that one before. I knew this one guy, who was scared of dinner, and then would eat a big lunch instead, so I think he may have gotten sick from overeating, and then he just snacked all day," I said.
"And that has to do with this how?" he asked.
"Just c'mon! Please?" I asked and used the puppy dog eyes on him again.
"Alright, fine," he said.
"Yeah!" I cried, "Score!" Malcolm looked at me funny, but that was okay, I was weird.
Kat
The dinner place was small, but cool. I had never been in one that was grey before. Well, I had, but not this shade. I finally got to meet Hoshi.
"Konichiwa!" I said by way of greeting. She looked at me, startled, and wow, startling two people in one day, not my best work I'm afraid.
"Hello, you must be the ambassador. I might be your roommate," she said.
"Cool. Do you like sugar?" I asked, "How many languages do you speak? I speak over... let's see, 235, including Dragon, Phoenix, Fairy, Elf, Vulcan, Risen, and um, Earthen? What's up, how's it hanging, dude?" Hoshi laughed.
"You're quite the character. And I see you've dragged Malcolm out of his armory," she said, laughing.
"Is there a problem Ensign?" he asked.
"Nope, not at all. I've known several techniques that children pull, was it the puppy dog eyes or the 'you must be afraid' tone of voice?" Hoshi asked, still laughing.
"Both," he muttered. Just then, the Mr. Archer beckoned us to sit down.
"Thanks. So, what're we eating?" I asked.
"Pasta, I heard it was your favorite, and we wanted to make a good impression," he said, "Although it probably won't be what you're used to at home, I still hope we can interest you."
"Yummy!!" I said. I sat between Hoshi and the captain. Malcolm still looked sulky and depressed.
"Sounds good sir," Hoshi said.
"Okay, I'll tell a joke. You look so sad Mr. Reed. Okay, why did the cat cross the road?" I asked.
"I don't know, why?" he replied dully.
"To go and eat the chicken! Okay, and now, why did the dog cross the road?" I asked.
"Why?"
"To go after the cat! C'mon, don't look so depressed!" I said, and he smiled weakly.
"Okay, let me try this. How many storm troopers does it take to change a light bulb?"
"I don't know, how many?" Malcolm asked, not even meeting my gaze.
"Two, because one has to fix the bulb, and the other has to shoot him and take the credit," I said, and he smiled! Yeah, I did it, I got him to smile!
"Okay, let's eat," Mr. Archer said, and I didn't even realize that food was in front of us. Maybe all I had to do was get him to smile, because Malcolm seemed fine for the rest of the evening. He was weird, but I liked him. I sighed; maybe I would like it here after all...
Malcolm Reed
She was just a child. It wasn't protocol to have a child on board. Besides, we've had bad luck with people who weren't on our original crew before, they either bring bad luck or end up causing us trouble. At times I can't complain though, some of it isn't that bad, but at other times it's terrible and I don't want any part of it. She was a cute child, I'll give her that. But other than that, I really didn't want her on this ship.
Ambassador
My godmother had always told me I was special. Every day, she told me I was someone who could do whatever they wanted and be happy. Even when I became cursed, she still loved me.
"Michiru... will I ever be able to find true happiness?" I would ask her before bed each night.
"I don't know, it mostly depends on you," she would reply.
"Like I need to something?" I would then ask.
"Forge your own path; find people who care about you for who you are. And when the time is right, then the curse will be broken as well. You won't be a child forever," she then whispered and began to sing a slow sad song. I missed her so much. I longed for home...
Chapter 2: Hello, my name is... (Updated, I was just a little cheesy, but c'mon!)
Captain Jonathan Archer
"Welcome Ambassador, I am Captain John Archer of the Starship Enterprise," I greeted the small child in front of me. She didn't look to happy to be here.
"Hi," she replied, and looked around slightly, then went back to looking at the ground.
"There's no need to be afraid, we don't bite," I explained, kneeling down to her level. She smiled a bit at that.
"I'll leave you to her," the Vulcan escort said, "We'll expect your decision tomorrow at 0900 hours."
"That's fine," I replied, "Anything else I should know?"
"She doesn't like special treatment, and she does love tricks," was the reply, and then the airlock shut, leaving the child with T'Pol and I.
"Well, do you have a name?" I asked.
"Umm... Katherine Anne Forest," she said.
"That's a good name. Sounds pretty human though," I said, "Do you have a nickname?"
"Nia," was the reply, sounded like a foreign name
"Okay Nia, this is my science officer, Sub-Commander T'Pol," I said, playing along. I saw another smile. She was testing me in some way.
"Call me... Kat," she said, suppressing a giggle.
"Okay Kat, pleased to finally meet you. Well, are you hungry, or would you prefer to tour the ship first?" I asked.
"Do... do you have an armory?" she asked tentatively.
"Would you like to see that?" I asked, surprised that was the first thing she asked about, "Do you like weapons?"
"I love to blow stuff up on my games!" she exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, then, perhaps you'll love to meet our armory officer, Lieutenant Reed. You have a lot in common," I said, as I led her down the hallway, T'Pol following at the heels.
"I wanna meet a Huintaka, and take a grenade, and shove it up their butt!" she said, and I found myself laughing.
"Considering what you would have to do to get it up in the first place, it'd seem a waste of energy to try," T'Pol said, but I could tell she had no idea what Kat just said.
"Yeah, but... it'd be fun! Sort of like all those doctor horror stories of the glove," she said.
"Where do you get this information?" I asked.
"I surf the web!" she said, and then giggled, "You mortal humans are really funny!"
"We are? Well, I'm glad to know we still have that!" I joked along. She was priceless!
"Here we are," T'Pol informed, and opened the door. I saw Malcolm a ways off, at the console in the back.
"Ahem, Malcolm, I'd like you to meet Ambassador Katherine Anne Forest," I said, and Malcolm jumped out of being startled.
"Oh, sir, sorry. What?" he asked, but Kat was already looking up at him, she was smiling broadly.
"Hello," she said.
"Um, yes, hello. Oh, are you the Ambassador?" Malcolm asked, setting down a datapad.
"Yep! So, do you blow stuff up?" she asked. She was adorable, priceless, and very forward.
"Only when there's no other choice," he replied.
"Should I leave you to get acquainted?" I asked.
"No, I have work," Malcolm replied quickly.
"I can help!" Kat chimed in.
"What can a child know about weaponry?" Malcolm asked, and Kat immediately rattled off half a dozen little known facts about torpedoes.
"See?" she asked, and I glanced over at T'Pol, to see her reaction.
"Very impressive, I think," Malcolm replied, staring down.
"She studies a lot, I think," T'Pol said to me.
"So, should I leave you two to get acquainted?" I repeated.
"So long as she promises not to ask all sorts of mindless nonsense," Malcolm said, staring at Kat's beaming face.
"I'll pick her up in an hour for dinner, sound good Kat?" I asked. She looked back at me.
"Maybe you guys aren't so bad after all!" she said, and I smiled.
"That was what we hoped you'd say," I replied, and then T'Pol and I exited out of the room.
"She's quite the character, wouldn't you say?" I asked T'Pol as soon as we exited.
"She is admirable, and she knows what she does well," she replied.
"How did you figure that part out, she's only been here about 15 minutes," I said.
"I had the chance to meet her once before, when she was negotiating some treaties with Vulcans and some other species. She knew exactly how to get what was best for everyone and I believe the meetings ended in about 2 Earth days," T'Pol explained.
"She might be useful to have aboard then, wouldn't she?" I asked, half joking, half serious.
"Yes Captain, she could very well be a better guest then some we've had," she replied. The way she said it however, let me know that she was very serious about her comment.
"We better go inform Chef to make something special tonight, any ideas what Kat would like?" I asked.
"I looked in her file; it says her favorite food is any type of pasta but no Alfredo sauce, only marinara," she replied simply.
"Well then, let's see what Chef can do!" I said.
Kat
"Well, it looks like you do know just about all there is to know," Malcolm said.
"Well, duh, you've only been questioning me for the past hour, and I still don't know squat about you," I complained.
"And you won't for a while, because the Captain's here," he replied. I turned and saw Mr. Archer in the doorway.
"You're a Muintaka," I said, and then walked to join up with Mr. Archer.
"I beg your pardon?" Malcolm asked in a semi-surprised voice. I smiled and turned at him again, but before I could talk Mr. Archer spoke.
"I trust Kat wasn't too much trouble," He said, clearly he was grinning because he heard me call Malcolm a name, and he didn't know what it meant, so it made my smile grander.
"No trouble sir, she just has quite the mouth on her," Malcolm replied.
"Do you want to come join us for dinner? She seems to have taken a liking to you," Mr. Archer replied, smiling.
"Who else is coming?" Malcolm asked, hesitating.
"It would just be you, me, Hoshi, and her," he replied.
"No thanks sir, I'll be fine," Malcolm said.
"PLEASE?" I asked, and ran up to him, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.
"Why?" he asked, "You'd probably have a better time with Hoshi anyways."
"I knew it; you're a stick in the mud!" I exclaimed, "You're scared of dinner!"
"That's not it at all!" he fought back.
"Wait, wait, I've heard that one before. I knew this one guy, who was scared of dinner, and then would eat a big lunch instead, so I think he may have gotten sick from overeating, and then he just snacked all day," I said.
"And that has to do with this how?" he asked.
"Just c'mon! Please?" I asked and used the puppy dog eyes on him again.
"Alright, fine," he said.
"Yeah!" I cried, "Score!" Malcolm looked at me funny, but that was okay, I was weird.
Kat
The dinner place was small, but cool. I had never been in one that was grey before. Well, I had, but not this shade. I finally got to meet Hoshi.
"Konichiwa!" I said by way of greeting. She looked at me, startled, and wow, startling two people in one day, not my best work I'm afraid.
"Hello, you must be the ambassador. I might be your roommate," she said.
"Cool. Do you like sugar?" I asked, "How many languages do you speak? I speak over... let's see, 235, including Dragon, Phoenix, Fairy, Elf, Vulcan, Risen, and um, Earthen? What's up, how's it hanging, dude?" Hoshi laughed.
"You're quite the character. And I see you've dragged Malcolm out of his armory," she said, laughing.
"Is there a problem Ensign?" he asked.
"Nope, not at all. I've known several techniques that children pull, was it the puppy dog eyes or the 'you must be afraid' tone of voice?" Hoshi asked, still laughing.
"Both," he muttered. Just then, the Mr. Archer beckoned us to sit down.
"Thanks. So, what're we eating?" I asked.
"Pasta, I heard it was your favorite, and we wanted to make a good impression," he said, "Although it probably won't be what you're used to at home, I still hope we can interest you."
"Yummy!!" I said. I sat between Hoshi and the captain. Malcolm still looked sulky and depressed.
"Sounds good sir," Hoshi said.
"Okay, I'll tell a joke. You look so sad Mr. Reed. Okay, why did the cat cross the road?" I asked.
"I don't know, why?" he replied dully.
"To go and eat the chicken! Okay, and now, why did the dog cross the road?" I asked.
"Why?"
"To go after the cat! C'mon, don't look so depressed!" I said, and he smiled weakly.
"Okay, let me try this. How many storm troopers does it take to change a light bulb?"
"I don't know, how many?" Malcolm asked, not even meeting my gaze.
"Two, because one has to fix the bulb, and the other has to shoot him and take the credit," I said, and he smiled! Yeah, I did it, I got him to smile!
"Okay, let's eat," Mr. Archer said, and I didn't even realize that food was in front of us. Maybe all I had to do was get him to smile, because Malcolm seemed fine for the rest of the evening. He was weird, but I liked him. I sighed; maybe I would like it here after all...
Malcolm Reed
She was just a child. It wasn't protocol to have a child on board. Besides, we've had bad luck with people who weren't on our original crew before, they either bring bad luck or end up causing us trouble. At times I can't complain though, some of it isn't that bad, but at other times it's terrible and I don't want any part of it. She was a cute child, I'll give her that. But other than that, I really didn't want her on this ship.