It's been nearly a week. A week. The fellow crew members on the U.S.S. Vengeance are a nice bunch. I tried to make conversation with them to get a feel about my crew mates. I normally do not do this but I had an irritable itch in the back of my mind since I was reassigned. So far none will disclose on their previous stations. I swiped my finger across my P.A.D.D. screen to move a file to its appropriate folder. I've been sent down to figure out why the weapons have been disarmed. This ship is not like any dreadnought class I've seen. This seemed to be built solely on war. Course dreadnought classes are built for it but this ship has specs, which I had to hack into as it had a deadlock on the coding and files, built to hunt someone down and ultimately kill them. It took me days to figure out how to hack into it without setting off a trigger.

I rubbed my tired eyes staring at the now dimmed screen of my P.A.D.D. I mumbled, "What are you hiding that you need to put four triggers?"

I took a sip of my coffee. I glanced around my quarters. I scrunched up my nose. Everything's black or dark grey. At least with the other ships I've been on, the atmosphere was happier with brightly colors of blue, white, and silver. In our quarters, we had the choice to decorate it however we want to. Here, however, we cannot. Once I left the shuttle to board, I was given strict orders by the first officer to by no means not do anything to the quarters or anywhere. I glanced at the screen. It is still going through the process from a program I use to see any flaws of our programs like Kobayashi Maru. Though an Orion officer was able to hack into our coding, no other hacking system can cut through. I stood up from my bed. I sighed, "I might as well take a shower."

As I was getting my night clothes, I heard a beep.

Beep.

Beep.

I paused placing the clothes on the bed. I reached for my P.A.D.D.. The screen showed blue prints of the ship. It had details of each deck and panel. My eyes widened. No. I dropped my P.A.D.D. on the bed. I stepped back a few paces from my bed. My brows furrowed in thought. I want to send a message to Spock. Due to the situation being high security clearance, I doubt that the comms would allow us to contact those off the ship. I bit my lip. I need to meditate.

I've been harboring this information since I've found out. As long as someone does not ask me about it, I shall be fine. My ears picked up a whisper nearby. I tilted my head to the side to hear better. I continued with my scans. The whispers continued, "Sara isn't aboard, Captain."

I unplugged my P.A.D.D.. I hugged the tablet close to my person. I walked through the engineering room trying to find the source. I quietly asked, "Scotty?"

The scotsman jumped slightly closing his communicator. He immediately turned around holding his communicator behind him. He relaxed when he recognized me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, "I was wonderin' where ya went, lass! When you didn't report in... I asked Jim and Spock and they couldn't bring me an answer. What are ya doin' on this ship?"

He looked at my uniform with knitted brows, "What are ya wearin'?"

I turned my head at the sound of steps. If Scotty is on board when he shouldn't, then he cannot be found. I spoke quietly, "Follow me. You should not be here."

He was about to open his mouth but I grabbed his hand taking him to a nearby storage supply closet. I quickly put him in there, "I'll come for you after."

He held up a finger while opening his mouth to speak. However, I shut the door on his face to avoid detection. I immediately stepped away looking at my P.A.D.D.. A male voice called out, "T'Saraphuna, the admiral is on pursuit to the target."

I corrected him, "It's T'Saraphina. Call me Sara if you cannot pronounce my name."

He tched, "Whatever. Anyways the admiral wants to have you monitor the ship while we go into warp."

I eyed him, "Why?"

He didn't answer to my question but he sneered, "Just do it."

I scoffed. He walked away leaving me alone in the engineering room. I let out a deep breath, "You can come out, Scotty."

The door lightly creaked. His lips had a frown. He pointed towards the way the crew mate went, "Have they all been treatin' ya like that?"

I frowned, 'Not everyone. Majority stick to themselves. There aren't many crew members on this ship. Including me, there might be five of us total."

Scotty's brows narrowed, "A ship cannae run with only five people."

My frowned deepened, "Exactly. This ship is not up to regulation. It's practically illegal. Admiral Marcus was interested in transwarp especially the report I wrote back in the academy."

Scotty didn't want to step out of the indent of the wall in case someone walked by. Scotty asked, "Admiral Marcus approved this?"

I nodded, "He did. I've seen the specs, Scotty. It's not good. This dreadnought is built to kill and only kill."

I turned to the scotsman, "Now how and what are you doing here?"

Scotty was about to answer but his communicator beeped. He flipped it open answering, "Captain?"

"You cut off earlier. Did you get caught?"

I felt my heart flutter against the bottom of my rib cage at the sound of his voice. I know it has been nearly two weeks since we had intercourse. He was just good. And last time I spoke with him, he confessed his feelings to me. I am still not sure how to process it. I do not want to allow him in but I have a feeling he will not give up. I held out my hand. Scotty looked at the communicator then at my hand then my face. I nodded. He placed the communicator in my hand. I took a deep breath before speaking, "Kirk, he did not get caught if it was not for me. I found him and hid him as someone was coming down."

"T'Saraphina? Is that you? Wait what are you doing on the ship?"

I looked at Scotty meeting his eyes. I answered, "It's... It's classified."

"Wait this was your classified reassignment? What? Why?"

I replied looking away from Scotty, "I was uninformed with the details of my reassignment. I was told my academy report about transwarp brought his attention and he wanted me aboard a new class ship. He thought I would be interested in a one of a kind ship. Now why do you have Mr. Scott aboard this ship when he should be on the Enteprise?"

I handed Scotty the P.A.D.D. waiting for the captain to reply. I spoke to Scotty, "Please insert code 54932 to access the logistics of the warp core, Scotty."

Scotty did what I asked him to. Jim finally answered, "Mr. Scott resigned his position on the ship due to a disagreement."

I looked at Scotty. He handed me the tablet. Jim's voice caught our attention, "We are going to board the ship."

I stared at the communicator. Scotty grabbed it from my hand. He looked like he was about to pull out his ginger hair. He demanded, "Why would you do that?"

"There's a cargo door, hangar 7, access port 101A. I am sure she could show you where it is. You'll need to manual override to open that airlock."

I licked my lips, "May I ask your name if you know of this ship and its specs?"

The mysterious voice answered, "It's Khan."

Scotty nearly yelled at the communicator, "Are you crazy?"

Jim's voice came onto the communicator, "Just listen to him, Scotty, T'Saraphina. It's going to be all right."

I could see Scotty start to panic. I knew the reason for his panic. If we were to open an airlock, we both could freeze and die. I reached for Scotty's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. I started to pull the scotsman to the area we need to go.

"Scotty how are we doing over there?"

Scotty used my P.A.D.D. to get information he wouldn't be able to access right away. He answered, "Captain, I wish I had better news. They'll have full weapons in three minutes."

I remembered something about the access port as we headed towards the hanger. I piped up, "Captain, if I may, as you would say tickle your brain, how would you and Khan fit in an access port with the size of a small golf cart while moving through space?"

"Don't worry I've done it before."

I could hear him try to explain to Khan on what he meant. I pressed, "Despite you having experience, I do not-."

He interrupted, "T'Saraphina, don't worry. I promise I'll come home."

Scotty and I approached the console. Scotty looked up at me in question. He dared to speak of this. Spock's voice appeared but he decided to speak in Vulcan, "T'Saraphina are you and the captain sharing a home together? Are you two in a relationship?"

I slammed my hands onto the panel before I quickly entered access codes to the access port. I felt my cheeks and the tips of my ears burn. I ignored the captain and my brother. I spoke to Scotty, "Grab some hose so we can tie each other to the console."

Scotty nodded. He left the communicator with me. Scotty came back within a minute later. He quickly tied the hose around the console then around our torsos. I mentally cursed when I heard the click of a gun behind us. I should've heard it. The both of us turned around with our hands up. It was the guy from earlier. Scotty looked him up and down, "Are you part of Star Fleet or private security? You look big."

This is not what we need. We need to open the port when the captain and Khan approach this vessel. The guy was about to speak but I hit his pressure point in his wrist with my hand. He dropped his weapon. While he was about to put his hand on me, I manuevered around him placing my hand between his shoulder and neck. I pressed on his pressure point with enough amount of pressure. Instantly he went down like a sack of potatoes. Scotty breathed out, "Well that was one way."