A/N: As a reminder, this weird version of Star Trek is based on my life, so there's no telling what will happen because life is unpredictable.
Ode to A Starship by Lina Shay
Chapter Forty-Four: Stranger in the Market
I awoke to see my mom's face. She ran a hand down the side of my face.
"Are you all right?" She asked.
I looked at my arms. Mom had bandaged them.
"It stings," I said.
"Thanks what happens when you run in with a wild banta cat," Mom muttered, sending a skowl at Anrew.
"What?" He demanded. "She didn't have to follow me. Besides, isn't worth more that we actually own a wild banta cat?"
"You caught the thing?" I gasped.
"Course," he shrugged.
"And as soon as possible, we're getting rid of it," Teffan insisted.
"No, that's my cat," Anrew protested. "I think I'll call him psycho."
I rolled my eyes.
Mom took me to the market the next day to find some supplies. It was nice to be somewhere other than home and the First Contact Commission. My mom lead me to a junk trader.
"We're looking for a generator," Mom told him.
The man was looking at me. It made me a little nervous.
"How old are you?" He asked.
"What does that matter?" Mom retorted.
"I have sons probably around her age," the man told her. "One of my sons just got back from a scientific mission to the Pancreas Cluster. He now knows how to speak three languages."
I stared at him in confusion.
"How long is your hair?" He asked, and before I could answer, he turned my shoulder and saw my auburn locks flowing down my back. "Yes, that will do."
"What is this?" I demanded.
"I want you to meet my son," he insisted, taking a paper form his pocket and writing something down. "You should ask him to take you to dinner or something. He's quite good-looking."
The man handed me the paper.
"See, didn't I say that we were bound to find something good at the market?" My mom said excitedly.
I sighed heavily. "Great."
I didn't decide until last minute that was going to actually go through with it, and that was only because my mom was so excited about it. She doesn't get much joy out of life, so I decided to do it as a favor to her.
I found a temple at the coordinates on the paper. When I entered, a female Mylar came up to me.
"May I help you?" She asked.
"Yes, I am looking for Cyblo," I told her.
"Mylar Cyblo is this way," she said, leading the way.
His father didn't say he was a mylar. The woman led me over to a man kneeling at an alter. She whispered something in his ear and he stood up to greet me. He was a little good-looking, but not the type I usually liked.
"Good day," He greeted.
"Hi, your father said I should meet you," I told me, so he knew it wasn't my fault I was there.
He nodded as if he wasn't surprised.
"My name is Lina," I said.
"I am Mylar Cyblo," He bowed his head slightly as he said it.
I didn't know what else to say. This man was obviously not interested in talking to me. He almost seemed as if I was taking him from more important matters.
"If that is all..." He began.
"Yes, see ya," I said and then fled from the scene. That was the last time I would meet a random man just because someone asked me to.