"You're not making this easy on yourself. I hope you know that.", Captain Kirk said, watching me through the glass compartment with a frown. I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, watching the crew members at their stations. I recognized a dark-skinned woman wearing red tapping away on a screen all while watching our interaction out of the corner of her eye. Lieutenant Uhura, if my memory was as sharp as I make it seem. She looked over towards the pilot who was studying a set of coordinates I'd assume was where that ship had decided to show up. Spock was nowhere in sight. Which was a relief on my part since that meant the Vulcan has yet to find my sister.

"I like the setup, real friendly," I turned my attention back to Kirk with a smirk, "Captain."

Kirk's eyebrow twitched slightly, hiding the simmering anger just underneath his skin. One of the crew members cast each other looks, surprised at the Captain's sudden change in demeanor. Sky blue eyes squinted in irritation, back straightening to his full height of six feet as I crossed my arms over my chest. Looks like it's time to get down to business.

"Okay then, let's try this.", Kirk stated as he leaned against the captain's seat, "How did you know how to take out those droids, as you called them."

"Dumb luck," I muttered before deciding to sit on the white floors of the confinement, "and my smarts, you know."

"Bullshit. Knowing how to destroy an enemy ship isn't dumb luck."

"Says who? You?"

Kirk ran a hand down his face, slowly learning he was getting nowhere with this form of interrogation while the rest of the crew did their best to look occupied. I pitied him. Honestly.

"I could tell you, Captain.", I said, picking at the ends of my nails absently, "If you really wanna know."

"If you can't tell," Kirk stated firmly, "I do in fact want to know a lot of things about you two."

A hum passed my lips as I crossed my ankles one over the other, enjoying the upper hand I had over this no longer fictional character. I figured that if I stalled the conversation enough, Eilynn might have a better chance of getting to the hanger.

"Well..," I said, "we're not really from around here."

"What do you mean by that exactly?"

"Oh I don't know, possibly not from this dimension. Timeline. Maybe…"

Kirk's eyebrow's shot up further with surprise while those close enough to their Captain only starred in a mixture of shock and disbelief. Suckers. We're not the bad guys here, kids, I thought as I sat up from the floor with a small smirk on my face. I pointed my finger at Kirk with a jab directed towards his face.

"In my world, none of you actually exist. This thing brought us here for no good reason and so now I'm here. Stuck with you while my sister is out and about running from your main man." I said with my face now devoid of the smirk and replaced with something akin to annoyance at the lack of trust coming from Kirk and his crew. Then again, I almost positive none of what I was saying made any sense.

"Am I supposed to believe that?", the blonde haired captain asked, "time travel is a long stretch."

"That's the truth, either way, we are getting off your ship. And we are going back home whether you believe me or not.", I snapped. This was not cool. I was getting nowhere but there was a small chance of getting out of this glass cage based on how Kirk opened and closed his mouth in thought. A shift in the form of sharp angles and black metal behind him caught my eye. Fucking hell. I had made the assumption that there were only a few of the starfighters that had somehow made it into this world but damn I was so wrong. Murmurs rose to a higher volume when the crew of the Enterprise saw the same thing I was looking at. One man in a yellow shirt called over his shoulder,

"Captain…"

"What about those things? Are they from your world?", Kirk asked, focussed completely on my face as a man wearing a yellow shirt stood from his seat, looking panicked at the lack of response from the captain.

"No. That's somewhere else." I replied, not looking away from the large window behind him before jerking my head forward, "and there's more of them."

"Captain! Multiple fast approaching crafts entering perimeter!", Uhura yelled from her own spot just as a booming sound rocked the starship. Another shake of the flooring caused my feet to slide before grabbed the side of the confinement as leverage. Kirk stared at me a moment longer before turning around to his crew, taking a couple steps towards his seat.

"Status!", Kirk barked, hands going to grip the back of the chair he was now standing behind.

"I've detected more than one enemy fighters, Captain!", said the pilot with his hands flying over the sets of levers and buttons in front of him.

"Initiate the deflector shields, now!"

I snorted from my spot in the little glass box with a mild tone of worry as more starfighters slashed past the Enterprise. My only concern in the midst of the chaos was for Eilynn and where the hell she was right in this moment. If those are starfighters, then I would bet all my money that there was either stormtroopers or imperial pilots manning them.

"Too late, Captain! There's been a breach on level three," Called another crew member, "right wing, sir!"

"Prepare for any of the pulse cannons ready?", He asked, receiving an affirmative from yet another yellow shirt with a particular accent I instantly recognized.

"Yes, Captain!", Pavel Chekov said over the commotion, "Ready when you are!"

Kirk had enough energy to turn and give me an icy glare, face flashing green and blue from the ship's weaponry. I Returned the cold front with a toothy grin, my hand waving as if I was greeting Captain Kirk.

"You know what those are."

"I might.", I quipped, enjoying the way Kirk pursed his lips, "Are you suggesting something?"

"I might be."