DISCLAIMER: See last chapter.

Dedication: Mr. Scurlock, Geometry teacher and good friend.

Side notes: I'm only asking five reviews! Even three! Please people...the faster you review, the faster I update and write...

Be nice...make the nice Anij-person happy...(purrs)

And remember...the fiftieth reviewer gets a signed and hand-drawn picture of the Azrael...or multiple pics...and a letter to them...of course, this doesn't matter if you're one of my classmates. They've all seen the drawings I've spent eons on. Really nice, pretty pics...

If you are one of my classmates though, I'll just give you cookies, since I annoyed you into reviewing anyway.

But honestly...is there no way to spend the extra twenty to thirty seconds to leave a review?

Whatever...it's up to you...

XD

Oh, and be grateful I'm nice...with the reviews...but now I want 15 reviews. After 15, I'll also post the next chapter of Never Saw the Sun, which I actually HAVE finished. Again, though, I'm nice. Otherwise you wouldn't have this chapter up yet. Hahahahaha. (lightning and thunder) Welcome to Moronsville, population...one. ME. Hahaha.

(dies pathetically)

And I'm not mad. Please don't get that impression. I'm just desperate. Even flames will do.

I doth command ye to review!

"O what man may within him hide..."

-from Measure by Measure

Tenshi meowed, rubbing against Jayvin's legs as the teenager watered random plants and finally sat back to relax.

"Just a second, Aku-tenshi...I have to clean up what you broke, crazy little kitten," she scolded gently, already knowing that it was going to get hard to hide Tenshi from her ship. "I hate my own regs," she muttered, knowing that if she let personell have pets, the ship would be overrun.

Tenshi mewed, her grey-green eyes staring up to Belar's as if to say don't worry, I'll be good.

"I hope you will, little one, because if you don't behave, there's no where for you to go but death," she said grimly, but still petting the little cat lovingly.

He sighed, his legs crossed and hands in a meditation position. Jay seemed happier lately. It was a good thing, too. She had been incredibly sad... And she still was, but was learning to be content and at least happy.

Tapel left for the holodeck, giving himself a brief leave from the modern society. As he entered, he decided on the program to use.

"Computer, run program Tapel 34.6, authorization open-mind," he ordered.

"Program loading...Combat Exercise Version Three, author Tapel Enaren," the computer's pleasant voice replied. "Loading complete."

Stepping through a door, he slung down the duffel bag he had been carrying and changed into something akin to a Starfleet Special Ops uniform. Fully black with dual white stripes running across the chest, it was nearly skin-tight but still breathable.

Done changing, Enaren selected two weapons, his favourite set. It was made up of a light-weight longsword, closer to a katana than a sword, and a ball-and-chain set which strapped to his forearm as a heavy smashing tool. After preparing, he entered the arena through another door. The arena was set inside a forest, and his nostrils flared, taking in the scent of foliage.

Walking down a long line of selectable opponents, he decided on four for this session; in order, a Jem'Hadar, a Rigellan, an Ontaillian, and finally, a Changeling. The Jem'Hadar held a wickedly curved short sword in one hand, leaving the other free to block. Bowing slightly, Enaren felt his pupils fully contract to the feral cat-like visage he usually hid. Shutting off the range of him telepathy, he decided that he wished to concentrate fully on the battles here.

Rushing the Jem'Hadar, he ducked an attack and stabbed his katana into the neck of the male.

"That was much too easy," he said aloud as the holographic blood of the soldier splashed his nose.

He chose to face the Ontaillian and Rigellan at the same time in the hopes of having a slightly more challenging match.

Sweating by the end of the second battle, he faced his hardest opponent; a changeling.

The female Changeling formed a scimitar in one hand and a small shield in the other, rushing Enaren at the same time.

Enaren's grunt of pain was muted as the shield smashed down on his head, and the sword slashed his arm open.

"Computer, disengage program!"

The holodeck walls faded out to the yellow grid on black, and the hybrid breathed a sigh of relief. Now, to get his arm patched up. It was all in a day's work anyway. But only a day on the Azrael.

"Status report," she ordered to the back, becoming quite annoyed when none came. Leaning over the tactical officer, she breathed on his neck slightly, becomine quite amused when he shivered and fell out of his chair. "Am I going to get a report, lieutenant?"

"Y-yes sir. Shields are at 100 percent, phaser banks 95 percent charged, disruptor cannons at 100 percent. Sir."

"Why thank you, it's so nice to finally see that I have some respect around here," she remarked, suddenly whipping out a phaser and giving the young man a Force Two stun. He wouldn't be waking up for a while...

"Commander," came a soft tone, almost too gentle and well-mannered to belong on the ship.

"Yeah, Enaren?"

"Sub-Commander Chalmed requested your presence in Main Engineering Deck three. She says that she can use the cloaking device retreived in the last away mission," he said. Watching the teen jump up almost immediately, he dryly added, "and yes, I will take care of the bridge inyour absence, thanks for asking."

He got no response at all as she left in the turbolift. Sighing, a lieutenant, knowing that Enaren wouldn't shoot him, asked a question.

"Why is she always so strict and cruel?" He received no answer but a mere shrug from the first officer.

"It will be engaged soon, there are a few specs I have yet to work out but the Azrael will be able to cloak. Then she'll be a real angel of death," Chalmed deBoer grinned.

"Yeah...Rayyu's child. Rayyu is the master of the angels, with Azrael being the son and therefore the angel of death...Gabriel was the angel of organization before he fell traitor. There are so many others I could have named this ship after...but it's going to be the Azrael," Jayvin puzzled out loud.

"Rayyu. That's actually a nice name," Chalmed mentioned, "Chalmed Rayyu. I like it," she giggled.

"Oh, come on, stop being a two-year-old. That's an order," Belar responded, smiling all the while.

"Anyway, this can be used in thirty to fourty minutes, so by 1405 hours or so, send word down," deBoer finished.

"Wait, what time is it then? Right now, I mean?"

"About 1330 hours, Commander."

"Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit..." Jay responded, proceeding to string together Terran, Klingon, and Roumlan curse words together. "Sal'sasKon!" she shouted, causing people to jump.

"What is it, Jay?" deBoer asked, not really worried at all.

"Nothing...I'll be right back," she said, sprinting towards a turbolift. She left the entire engineering staff to wonder what in the world was going on.

About twenty minutes later, she returned to the engineering room, much happier, with grey fur(?) all over her uniform. She waved off stares and proceeded to be annoyed as the first of many well-needed upgrades on the Azrael took place.
Now this was probably the singlehandedly most pointless chapter I have ever written, but I got bored...sorry for the Shakespearian chapter names, it'll probably continue for a gooood long while now. Hee...blame the plot bunnies. And I just found out that Del'Cera Osisrin STILL hasn't read chapters 9-11! So he's sitting next to me reading them. We're at school XD. Anyway, a word from him...

Del: You still scare me.

Anij: Good. Be scared.

Del: AAH! (runs)

Anij: (laughs)

Mr. Dunn: Wait...whoa...AAAH!

Haha. Mr. Dunn. Haha. Haha.

He also helped me write this chapter, this was the most random part fo the Azrael so far...Oh well. Skittles are funfun.

So...I DOTH COMMAND YE TO REVIEW!

-Anij Jinn (And Del'Cera Osirin)