DISCLAIMER: Star Trek is not mine. The Azrael, Jayvin Belar, Tapel Enaren, and all other crewmembers of the ship are mine, though. Hahaha...but we wish Trek was mine anyway...sorry Gene Roddenbery, much as we love you, we still covet your legacy.

Okay, this one won't be too long but I swear the other chapters will be longer than three pages each. In fact, some will be more than ten, I can almsot guaruntee. Friends? Good...

Somewhat AU, but who cares? Please R&R, and read our other stories as well (since there's a pair of twins of this account..heehee)

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THE ADVENTURE BEGINS

The silver ship gently drifted into space from the old hiding spot, christened with the name Azrael. The ship wasn't new, but it was a dream that had been taken into infinity. The silver hull was spotless and it's shine was of a perfect quality. It's smooth shape gently drifted near the glaring sun, and its powerful ablative shields blended in perfectly with the hull. The windows looking out to space were peaceful, all of a paralellogram shape. In its totality, the ship was beautiful.

Inside, a slender girl walked around, barking orders at the men and women around her. Several Terrans were visible, as well as a Betazoid and a Trill. A Romulan security guard stood next to the turbolift, and the first officer had purple eyes and no small measure of telapathic powers. The teenaged girl was the obvious leader, though, her blazing grey eyes matching everyone else's.

Brushing the disobedient, red, and uneven short hair out of her eyes, the girl began to move towards her command chair. It was an atypical hairstyle, with each small group of hair being slightly longer or shorter than the other groups, and it resulted in a wild look to the calm girl. Her cool grey eyes, blazing with different shades of grey and yet still relatively calm, looked and matched the role as well.

"Sub-Commander Tapel. Status?" she spoke.

"All systems operational, Commander," he reported. As the first officer, it was his business to know. "Phaser and disruptor banks are functional and fully charged, shields at maximum and armour at 100 efficiency. She's all your, Commander," he finished with a bit of a drawl.

"Less chitchat and more work, I think," she said grinning and pulling out a padd. "More work on domjots for me, I like this game..." Grinning, many members of the bridge crew shook their heads and continued their own work...but not games.

Jayvin sighed as she retired to her quarters. She was so tired; this wasn't the first day she had been commanding for what had seemed forever. Not that she was complaining. She had been a Starfleet hopeful on Trill, a half Vulcan, and half Trill, she had been told. She knew she was Vulcan, though the only apparent feature from that was the pointed ears. She didn't have green blood, no facial ridges, and had no black hair. She did, however, look human aside from her spots, and ears, of course. But the wars of Trill by the extremists had destroyed her chances.

Her parents had died when she was seven, and she had become lonely and self-sufficient, having refused to conform or even return to society other than to steal credits and finally a ship. A starship. After modifications, if became the warship she had wanted – the Azrael. At age seventeen, here she was, commanding. She had handpicked her crew based on ability, not history.

Tapel Enaren was a scientific hybrid that had been created, not born. His telepathic powers allowed him discreet entry into minds and even a bit of mind control, depending on the strength of the mind. He was a bit of an enigma, and very, very smart, a genius in his own right. He was only 19, at that.

Chalmed deBoer had once been a Starfleet officer, she was Bajoran but everyone still called her Lieutenant deBoer. She was a cheerful engineer, her chief officer of engineering.

Marcus Kent, her CMO. He loved to work in sickbay, and had gained most of his ecperience in the Terran Institute for Medicine and Medical Skills. Hence his Terran heritage. Starfleet had allowed a parent of his to die against the Borg as a sacrifice to allow a small group of people away, and he had never really forgiven them. Nevertheless, he was kind and mostly unbiased.

Hope was Jayvin's best friend, more or less, though it wasn't made known. She was a freed Orion slave girl, in top shape and definately beautiful. She was pretty smart and well spoken. She was also their security officer in the bridge crew and 'senior staff'. Only 18, she had seen so much already, and was ready for more.

Her crew was made of the people of dreams. To her, at least.

And it was well-earned, well deserved.

Sub-Commander Tapel Enaren watched his bridge commander leave witha sigh. His alert lavender eyes shifted from one officer to the other, cat-like slits becoming thinner and more alert to movement. He was literally a demon, and he could see the people behind him whispering. Of course they were, he could hear their every word. Not that his history was much to be proud of though...how could he blame them?

About 25 years ago, the idea had been to create a super-human being, but not with Terran genetics. A lot of Betazoid DNA had been disposed of and the telepathic part had been strengthened and placed into him so that the immature body that was the experiment could develop a cerebral cortex designed for telepathy. Jem'Hadar genes for hardiness and strength had been put into his body, though he looked like a normal human on the outside. Klingon adaptabitily and strength. Vulcan lengthiness of life. Caitian eyes, hearing, and smell, which had actually rubbed off to the point where he often went into small or dark spaces on four legs. Terran genius. Of course he was a freak on a constant freak-show.

His first few years of life had been spent as an exhibition for all the Federation scientists. He could play chess at the same time he was answering quiestions or taking a test. Not at all hard, not for Tapel Enaren. Tapel, his last name, was the name of his creator, Marion Tapel. She was a genius of science as it was, and he remained in her debt for his creation. Enaren was a Betazoid name, after an ancient war hero. All in all, not too bad.

It had been in his fifth year of life that it had been discovered that certain personality traits could be added to any being. He was the test subject. They had added a profound desire to command or to help, and a flair for engineering as well as weapons. Subsequently, he had trained in Klingon battle styles and Vulcan martial arts; phaser and modern weapon training had always been his favourite. He began to develop a love of learning math and science, and as time progressed he became able to write literature, though he enjoyed playing intruments more, particularly the flute. It became obvious to the scientists that he was no longer just 'sentient life'; he was more like 'super sentient life' due to his constant awareness of the environment. They began to fear him for his strength, and although he posessed a rather outgoing nature, he did not know how to love and was placed into stasis in order to keep the people of the Federation safe. It had been a decision made by the Federation's president, who had taken a liking to the experiment. However, it had also been his decision to destroy the child's future.

Almost thirteen years later, Jayvin Belar had freed him; her Trill step-father had been a high-level Federation scientist with an access code that he unwittingly gave to his step-daughter. Feeling sorry for the boy, she had freed him. He had been fifteen at the time, but no matter what he did, it always seemed she was more mature, somehow older in a way. She was always smarter, faster, stronger, and it irked him. But she was his friend, and vice versa, and so he never got too mad at her.

Of course, when her parents had been killed—or sacrificed?--by the Federation's encounter with the Borg at Wolf 359 less than two years later, she had been heartbroken, devastated, and crushed. She ran away from her Trill society, where she had never really been accepted anyway. A hybrid, she had never been cared about. And thus he hadn't even tried to find her; he hadn't even heard from her until she offered him a command position on a ship that for once, she would control.

Their heist of the prototype from the Delta Arm's fleetyard One was an interesting experience. The Azrael had been a ship built without plans, mostly just by engineers in their off-time. It was impractical in terms of crew quarters and warp engines (as well as a few other areas that were purely technical), but in all other ways, including offence and defence, it was literally the top of it's class. After stealing and upgrading it, partially with Borg-like technology and partially with anything else they could get, they had a working vessel. Eventually, Jayvin had bought materials to standardizre the panels, making a look that conveyed efficiency and sterility throughout the ship.

Eventually, Sub-Commander Tapel was forced to leave the bridge, but only for his exercise time, when he would practice weapon targeting and hand-to-hand combat.

He passed his CO on the way out, but wasn't given the time to say hello as she left the area immediately.

Sighing, he wondered if there was any possible way to ever be friendly with that teen.

Jayvin had just entered the bridge when an alert shrieked out.

"Sub-Commander!" she snapped, turning immediately to Tapel.

"There appears to be an unfriendly vessel in our area, sir, Federation configuration. Downloading specs," he reported. His panel beeped twice and he averted his eyes from the viewscreen. "Miranda class, sir, the USS United. Weak points are warp nacelles." This could be easy, if they really tried.

"Sir, they're hailing us," offered the communications officer.

"Stand by to cut off communication. Lieutenant Hope, power phasers and disruptors. Raise shields," Belar said, not at all worried.

"3...2...1...cut communication and fire," the commander drawled. The Federation vessel barely had its shield up in time. "Now, just for the fun of it, hail them," she ordered.

Captain Marshall Reed of the USS United wasn't expecting the exceptional damage he had jsut taken. He didn't expect the hostile vessel to hail them, either.

"Answer it," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," he was greeted in responce. As the image on the viewscreen came up, he was even more surprised to see a teenage female as commander.

"Captain Marshall Reed of the United here."

"This is Commander Jayvin Belar of the Azrael. Here are our terms; you will allow us to board freely or face the consequinces. You have three minutes to make your choice, fleeing is an indication that you wish to be killed. Azrael out."

The viewscreen winked out immediately. Sighing, Captain Reed tapped his combadge. "Security, this is the captain. Tell the teams that we're going to have company."

It was one of the worst firefights she'd ever been in. Lieutenant Hope of Orion had already taken down more than twenty people, leading her crew to the bridge. She knew Jayvin wanted something from this place, but what was it?

"Clear! Move on!" she called to her people. "Move!"

After about twenty minutes, a combadge call from the Azrael came through.

"Hope, we need you to do this fast." Set the ship's self-destruct sequence by placing your false tricorder in the engineering room, directly on the warp core. Download the message links from all of the private conversations on the ship, and hurry. Set the self-destruct for four minutes. Understood?"

"Yes, sir. Boarding team out."

With that, she headed towards her team. "We're going on to engineering, people. Now move it."

So how did you like it? This is only the first chapter, but I've tried my best to paint the two most important members of the crew so far. Hope comes next...what an anomaly. Any Trek species you want me to put on-board?

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No more hybrids though, please. And remember...eventually I actually will put a Borg in here.

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