Here's chapter 2! Hope you like it!

Chekov awoke with a pounding in his head. The right side of his face ached and his lip felt split. His arms felt sore, due to the fact that they were tied tightly behind his back. He was sitting in his chair at the controls with a small crowd of hooded figures surrounding him. None of them seemed to notice that he was awake; they were much to busy quietly arguing with one another. Pavel quickly tried to count them. He had only reached about fifteen when the one who knocked him out turned quickly to meet his gaze. A coy smiled formed on his lips.

"There you go! I told you he was still alive. I didn't hit him that hard." he told his fellow intruders with a grin. He sauntered behind the bound Russian and slapped a hand down on his shoulder. Pavel tried not to flinch at the cold touch that seeped through his shirt and chilled his skin. However, he couldn't help but try to shake off the hand. The man responded by tightening his grip to the point were Pavel had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out. The Hoods, as Pavel had come to think of them, turned to quietly examine their hostage. They all had the pale skin and pitch black eyes, like dark tunnels that led into oblivion.

The alarm was no longer blaring which sent a wave of disappointment through the teenager. The Hoods turned back to the controls and began to argue again. One finally cried out, "How does this bloody thing work?"

"Maybe you should ask the boy." a cool voice replied. Pavel jerked his head to the door to see a beautiful woman standing there, watching the Hoods with distaste. They bowed their heads as she walked closer. She had long black hair that fell down her shoulders in tight spirals. Her eyes were a sharp hazel with flecks of gold around the pupil. Her face had sharp yet attractive angles, making her cheekbones more defined. There was no wrinkle on her face, no gray in her hair, yet she seemed ancient. She wore a similar hood as the other but hers was drawn away from her face.

She strode over to stand in front of Pavel. He immediately straitened his back and stuck out his chin like he had seem the Captain do and several occasions with Mr. Spock. Looking the woman dead in the eyes he said, "You have trespassed onto ze Starship Enterprise and have assaulted one of its crewmembers. Zis is against several Federation laws. You can still surrender before more charges are pressed against you and your associates."

"And what other charges might you press against us, huh, boy?" the woman replied with a laughed in her English accented voice. Pavel turned his head away when he could not think of a response. The woman laughed at his discomfort. Her face suddenly became very serious. "What's your name?"

When the young Russian did not answer, she sighed and pulled a long, curved knife from her boot. She nodded to the Hood the still stood behind Pavel. The Hood returned the nod and quickly grabbed a hold of the teenagers face, keeping it still. Panic rose in Chekov's chest as the woman held the knife dangerous close to the skin of his face. His breath became labored with fear as he waited for the pain. The woman smiled and leaned close to his ear. "From now on, when I ask you something, you are going to answer. Am I clear?"

"Yes." Pavel spat out, eyeing the knife as she pulled it away and stuck it back into her. The Hood released him and took a step back. Pavel breathed a sigh of relief as the woman knelt down in front of him and smiled again.

"Now, lets try this again. What's your name?" she asked again. The young man ground his teeth.

"Pavel Chekov." he told her in a grumble. She smiled and patted his cheek. He subconsciously turned away in disgust. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she spun him around to face the controls.

"Well then, Pavel Chekov. You are going to do something for me." she whispered in his ear from behind. He kept his eyes forward.

"And what would zat be?" he asked with dread in his stomach. He heard the zing of her knife as she pulled it out once more. His hands were suddenly free from their bounds. He rubbed at his raw wrists, still refusing to look at the woman.

"You're going to open a ship wide broadcast. I have some demands that your Captain will want to hear." she replied in a cold voice. The dread in Pavel's stomach grew greater.

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