I wasn't always an engineer for Starfleet, but I didn't really have a choice and quite frankly, I never regretted it. My planet was only a level 2 colony, barely any defenses. The Command Center was situated in the very middle of the colony, with the new Messenger Falcons flying every which way to deliver orders and such. Surrounding the center in the middle of the colony, were Spires. The families of the Starfleet personal were living here. I was the daughter of one.
Tek Seven was known for several of his innovations for agricultural solutions. He was also my father, and damn I was proud of him. And he knew it. We were a family of Betazoids, a race that's telepathic just like the Vulcans. We hid nothing from each other. Ever.
We were a happy family, and we loved living on Tempus 6. But then it all came crashing down when the Borg arrived. I had three older brothers, already in training for Starfleet. My mother and father, including my three other brothers, told me to run. I screamed and begged them to let me stay. But. they didn't relent.
My grandfather picked up and ran towards the landing pads. I watched as in a matter of minutes, my whole family was turned into the Borg. I didn't see anymore, as the shuttle doors shut with a soft hiss. He put me down in the seat and sat down at the controls. With a groan, the shuttle rose up, flying far away as possible from the Borg. And away from my family.
After a while, we settled down on the Bajoran Homeworld. Hearing our situation, they were more than willing to help us adjust. I liked that home. It was calm, peaceful, and friendly. I made friends that would spend time with me, despite the situation I was in. Soon, I lost the social anxiety I had received months previously. I was a happy kid again.
But, then everything changed when my grandfather got sick. The Bajoran Priestess looked at me gravely, and I paled. I saw that look before, on my grandfather's face when I lost everyone. I knew then and there, I was going to be an orphan.
I sobbed and hugged his neck as much I could. I couldn't bear the thought of losing the only I had left. The old man looked at me and softly chuckled, coughing afterward.
"I will never leave. I will stay with you, no matter where you are. That's the beautiful thing, my little Lightning bug. Someday, you'll see us again...when it's your time. The time where you don't feel fear, and die honorably" He spoke. Then his head dropped, his last bit of life slipping, causing them to get glassy. I knew what that meant, but I screamed in anger.
I had every right to be angry. What did I do this universe, to have everything and everyone I've ever known and loved, be ripped from me? How was any of it fair? Why did I survive, but my family didn't?
That is one of the many memories of my family that's stuck with me all these years. The anger I still fear, the loyalty to pushing on, even when all hope seemed lost. The friendships I made, becoming a student of Karoline Vaskin, those kinds of memories are meant to be treasured forever.
When I met you, it was on my very first mission. We were sent back to you by Admiral Quinn for a recon mission in old Romulus. The Tal Shiar were picking through the wreckage of their dead world. Karoline wanted them gone before they caused more than enough damage. Based on what I reviewed on the reports, I had to agree.
She told Elisa she had the helm and snapped her fingers at me as she walked to the turbo lift. I ran after her, mentally seeing the smirk on her face. Blushing, I stood behind her as reached the Transporter room.
"Spacedock" The Captain replied. The two science officers nodded and beamed us over to the receiving end. I fell on my knees, puking out my stomach. Karoline watched with a wince. "Sorry, Seven. Forgot this was your first mission" she apologized.
Groaning, I stood up, wiping my mouth free from the hanging vomit with my sleeve. I looked at the two disgusted but calm officers with a guilty grin. "Sorry, guys. Wasn't used to that" The officers smiled in understanding.
"Eh, don't worry about it, kid. That sort of thing happens all the time to everyone" The Caitian smiled and waved us off. Blushing, I followed Karoline to the turbo lift. The Betazoid crossed her arms behind her back with a passive look on her face, while I looked like a nervous wreck, my pupils dilating and shrinking. When we walked out of the lift and turned around the corner, I instantly froze dead in my tracks.
You were beautiful. Light brown skin, brown eyes, black hair, I instantly fell in love. It was badass seeing a Vulcan wearing a Bortasqu' Long coat. I later found out it was a gift. But, I couldn't prod any more information from you because you kept your damn mind closed off, even though Vulcans never lie.
Karoline saluted. I recovered and followed the Captain's lead. You smiled slightly and looked at her with amused eyes.
"You are now a Vice Admiral, Karoline. I should be the one saluting you" Karoline softly smiled and walked around the desk.
"Don't do that. Please?" The Betazoid begged and you looked at her in understanding.
"That is logical. No more mention of it" You turned your attention on me.
Oh, my god! She's looking at me. What the hell do I do? Shit!, my thoughts went rampant. You quirked a brow, causing me to blush. I remembered that Vulcans were also telepathic. I mentally cried out for help. Karoline stifled a laugh, her closed fist covering her mouth.
"Who is this?" You gave the Vice Admiral a side glance. I swallowed thickly, staring straight ahead. The Betazoid snorted and walked over to me.
"This," She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, me with a terrified look on my face. "Is Sia Seven. She's unfortunately, my replacement for Zarva" She growled. I looked at her with confusion. What was she talking about? Who was Zarva?
"Well, I can't say I am surprised at the news, unfortunately," You looked away. Your Lt. Commander looked at you, worried.
This was my first mission, right after my training. I wasn't handled for this. I was a rookie, someone you'd push around during their first year joining something. I realized that if I died, I'd die knowing that one day, I would finally have the guts to say this to you...I fucking loved you. I always have, and as I'm sitting here shooting the videos for you, I always will.
You're a Vulcan, I know that. I knew a Betazoid like me ever stood a chance. You need a Vulcan, I now know that Varek is to be your mate. I know that this was a long shot. I knew a Vulcan like you would never choose me to be yours. I don't blame you, and to be honest, I blame myself.
I never had the guts. But the one thing that's kept me alive, was you. Your face kept me safe, the very thought of you, kept me for this long. Do I regret meeting you? No. No, I do not. Do I regret falling in love with you? No...I don't. And I don't plan too either.
Just so you know, this a long story. You might wanna get yourself comfortable. I am going to tell you everything.
T'nae smiled softly at the monitor. She watched as Sia replicated a Cola and got herself comfortable. The then video ended, going black. The Vulcan went passive again and looked at the blank monitor, taking out the small memory chip. she held it in her hand, a haunting look on her face. She turned in her chair to the front, where a small Medieval styled casket laid, open. She put the chip down neatly beside it, before slowly taking out the second one.
She stared at it, tears swelling up in her eyes. One fell down her cheek. Surprised, she brought her hand up to her cheek and pulled back to see moisture shining on them. She collected herself and put the second chip in.