"Arise, child." A pair of eyes fluttered to reveal a cloudy emerald hue but then quickly shut again."AWAKEN NOW! WAKE UP!" The voice was in annoyance and it was evident in the tone. The eyes opened again and this time, they stayed open."Nuh—uh—where am I?" came the reply from the female that had been lying on something like a marble stone gurney. Her voice was in distress, not to mention that they looked as if they were scared, even worried of where they were."Welcome to Purgatory. Well, a form of a Q purgatory." The woman raised an eyebrow in complete confusion."What does THAT mean?" She quickly put one of her hands over the hole that was around her stomach and attempted to heal the wound. Cackled laughter rang out from the attempt."Care to give me back my powers?" The laughter continued, but only increased in volume."How can you expect me to give them back when. . .""When WHAT!?""Why. . . you don't remember? You, my dear, gave away your katra."
"This . . . this is our ship we were designing before all the stuff with Ambellina blew over? Whoa," was the unmistakable voice of the Scottish engineer."Yes, yes, Stanley," Archer chuckled as he stood next to the Scotsman and Khe'TH, glancing upward at USS Nightingale. Soon enough, they were settling inside their new ship. Even though Archer knew he had Khe'TH, Stanley and even one of his helmsmen, Cody Kay, back, the captain had a feeling of dismay lurking within as he wished Ambellina was here to see it. Having a replacement was good, there was no doubt about that, but it was not really the same thing as having one of the best communication officers of Starfleet at the helm. Archer sighed."Sir? The new CMO that you requested has arrived on board," the communications officer chirped. Chris simply nodded his head before speaking."Thank you, Selval," he remarked to the young male Vulcan, "Kay, you are in charge until Khe'TH and I return.""Aye sir," was Kay's immediate reply as the three headed into the turbolift."Who is this again that you, well, we have acquired?" Khe'TH asked rather gruffly, his Klingon features evident in his tone of voice as well as facial features. Stanley and Archer both began to chuckle at the sight."Lieutenant Commander Crane, Khe'TH. She graduated from the Academy when we did, remember?" Archer pressed, hoping to help remind his friend as they exited the lift and headed to the conference room."Memory does not serve me well—" Khe'TH tried to begin as the door to the room opened to reveal the female officer standing before them."Captain Christopher Archer, I presume? It's been a while since I saw that face of yours last," came the quick and short reply from Crane."Chris — what the bloody HELL she is?" Stanley remarked, staring at the woman with a look of complete confusion on his face."I'm an Andromean, dammit. Don't try me on it, either," she replied soon after, pulling the silver streaked hair that had been hanging over her eyes, revealing her silvery hued eyes, "lest I make you bunch into meat pies." Stanley and Keh'TH raised an eyebrow in bewilderment at the Andromean."Dear GOD, Chris, why did you—" Stanley began but was cut off as Khe'TH finished the thought on their minds."Why did you pick a homicidal maniac for?" Crane grinned roguishly as the captain soon felt a deep blush rising to his face. "I. . .I didn't, guys. Amb—""Ambellina did, idjits," was Crane's cut-off statement."God Almighty, heavens above: SAVE US," Stanley soon remarked in dismay."Spoken like a true Scots there," Crane remarked, laughing for a second at the statement. Dear God, what you done, Lina, but more importantly, what are we getting ourselves into??