AN/ Yeah, hello people, I've been gone a while. I know I should have been working on this, but I had some emotional and mental breakdowns. Anyways, I'm back with more Star Justice… Hmmm… Star Justice, I like it. Awww but the title is First Contact, oh well. Anyways I do not own Young Justice or Star Trek: Enterprise, if I did T'pol/Tucker and Wally/Artemis would have been married. Anyways on with the…. Fiction?
July 16th 2156:
Shuttle Pod One:
Armory Officer's Log Supplemental. Lieutenant West and I went down on the planet's surface. Engagement with Romulan ground troops went through the night, however the intense Ion storm has prevented me from making visual contact with the enemy. All I know is that a storm is coming and the Romulans are still patrolling the area during the storm. We need to get off the surface; otherwise Wally could die without medical treatment.
Artemis pressed a cold rag to the navigator's head. His fever was reaching past 101 degrees. Weakly Wally looked back at Artemis, "How is it?"
The tactical officer pulled the rag away before taking out the medical scanner again. Although she would have liked to have the helmsman to shut up, Artemis was powerless to seeing Wally slowly pass. "It doesn't look good. I think it would be best to rest until the crew arrives. Just don't fall asleep okay?"
"Can we talk?" The navigator asked.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Do you hate me?"
Artemis held back a laugh, the question was ridiculous to her, "No, I don't. Why do you ask?"
"You get mad when I am around."
The armory officer took a moment to collect herself, "What do you mean?"
"You yelled at me the first time we met." A low rumble of thunder overtook the last part of the sentence, however Artemis heard and understood.
"It's just. I didn't trust you. Your cousin was not the best person on my last assignment. At the academy, he did stupid things before you came. And since you looked like him-"
"You thought I would do stupid things." Wally finished her sentence.
"Yeah." The atmosphere grew quiet as Artemis looked away towards the broken electronics in the corner. Green wires were twisted and pulled along with yellow, along with several power cells that hung from them.
A quick flash of lightning illuminated the outside, revealing a humanoid figure about half a kilometer way. Artemis recognized the figure and pulled out her silver plasma rifle. "Wally, just hang on okay? I need to take care of some troopers."
The blonde rose from her sitting next to Wally and point the rifle out the broken window of the pod. However she never pulled the trigger.
A sudden blast of green light illuminated the cabin as Artemis fell to the ground.
"ARTEMIS!"
The armory officer dropped to the ground and laid still. Wally crawled to her fallen figure and turned her to face upright, a disruptor burn spouted from her right arm. The tan suit was torn and stained with blood around the charred wound. The shock of the battle wound had the navigator's full attention that he failed to acknowledge the victim.
"Stop staring… and get the medkit you idiot." A voice called out.
"Art-"
"Shut up and get moving, before I have to amputate my shooting arm."
Without further hesitation, Wally rose from his position and grabbed the opened case.
U.S.S Justice: Orbit:
Above the planet's surface, the NX class star ship faced a dangerous peril. A Romulan Warbird was exchanging blows with U.S.S. Justice. A barrage of phaser and disruptor cannons ignited several key areas of both ships. The port side warp nacelle of the Warbird began to vent plasma as the fight escalated.
Captain Kaldur'ahm was in the command chair of the Starfleet vessel. Sparks flew from several blow ESP conduits and counsels that broke down. Another blow struck the ship as it banked.
"Chief Allen, position hard to starboard. Major Kent, ready torpedoes and fire on my mark."
Both crewmembers complied as the ship took evasive action. Suddenly the Romulan Vessel made a quick dive while firing a torpedo from the rear bank. On the view screen of the Justice, the green object grew larger and large. "Brace for impact!"
The crew held onto the handlebars and counsels of the bridge, however the explosion never came. Relief and astonishment over took the fear of destruction. Kaldur raised his eyebrows at his science officer before looking back at the retreating Warbird. "I… Uh… Kent? Fire torpedoes."
The MACO officer only nodded slowly before pressing down on the control surface. Three photonic torpedoes launched from the banks of U.S.S. Justice, before making contact with the enemy vessel; destroying it.
The resulting celebration was less than thrilling as the crew looked at each other. "Ms. Zatanna?" Kaldur began, "Where did that torpedo hit?"
The science officer looked down at her control surface to see an impact on the ship. "Sir, the warhead looks as if it impacted right on the folding doors to the hangar."
"Do we have any crew members there?"
"Commander Grayson should be making his rounds near there."
"Patch me through," A command line suddenly went through, "Kaldur'ahm to Grayson, how are things down there?"
In the hanger bay, a traumatized communications officer pressed the reply button to the communications system on the ship. Dick Grayson's mouth hung down, while he blinked irregularly, "S-sir, I t-think you may want to see this."
Less than four feet from the officer, a familiar large, green torpedo was sticking out from the hangar door to the bay. Most of the crew in the bay watched the torpedo in shock, while others ran away to safer positions.
The captain only looked to his engineering officer, "How long until transporters are operational?"
Lieutenant Ervin looked up at her commanding officer, "An hour sir. Several conduits were blown during the last barrage. It could take longer to repair the phase converters."
"Make it so."
Shuttle Pod One:
The hum of a dermal regenerator was the only external sound emitting from the wreckage. The atmosphere of tension however over took the hum, but the tension was not hostile between the two Starfleet Officers. The red headed navigator carefully held the armory officer's arm and moved the regenerator over and back along the blonde's arm. The object was soon stored however Wally still held her hand.
"Something wrong?"
Absent mindedly, Wally looked up to Artemis. "What? Oh nothing, sorry."
"You just seem… I don't know." Artemis looked back over to the medical case on the other side of the shuttle, "So where did you learn medicine?"
"My father was the drill sergeant in charge of environmental training. I learned basic survival skills in his class."
"He was a good teacher."
Wally let go of the armory officer's hand, "Yeah when he wasn't yelling in my face for eighteen years of my life."
Artemis looked carefully at the person in front of her. No longer was he the happy-go-lucky person she knew when he came aboard. "Care to explain?"
This struck Wally, but seeing as though they have spent some time together; he decided to divulge his small life story. "My father wasn't the greatest sergeant at the Academy that they make him to be; at least not to me. When I was seven, my mother was a research engineer on Earth. She was injured by a reactor explosion, and died when I had my eighth birthday. My father couldn't get over that and tried to force me away from engineering. I tried and tried to join Starfleet's engineering course, but my dad would make changes and drive me to navigation, before he yelled at me at home." Artemis looked down to avoid his gaze and though about her father, and the way he treated her.
"It's funny really," the navigator started again, "He never laid a hand on me in anger, but it feels like he slapped me over and over. It was almost his way of saying, 'I'm not good enough'. I wish I could forgive him, but…"
Wally shook his head, trying to expel the ideas from his head, "I suppose you never had trouble with parents huh?"
The blonde armory officer blinked at the navigator before speaking, "No. Well I did have some rough scrapes, not much."
"They must love you for doing something with your life."
"You could say that."
Both stood in an awkward silence until the sound of disruptors cocking caught their attention. Artemis instantly grabbed ahold of Wally's hand and pulled him towards her. Suddenly a disruptor shot pierced the broken shell of the flying tin can. More disruptor shots began hitting the shuttle pod, leaving holes in the Ditanium armor. The Starfleet officer held onto each other as the blasts came closer and closer. Suddenly a bright silver light engulfed both officers just as the disruptor shots penetrated the armor closest to them. Their bodies were soon dematerializing into nothingness as they were beamed away from the wreck.
U.S.S. Justice: Transporter pad:
After a long and grueling 30 minutes of trying to get the transporter repaired, Ensign Zatanna finally had the transporter operating. Looking over the final instruments of the panel she activated the transporter and started to beam over the two Starfleet officers below. However what arrived on board caused the grown woman to turn a light shade of pink. In front of Zatanna, Wally was straddling Artemis as he held her head to his shoulder. The fact that both of their uniforms were torn didn't help the matter.
"Um… hello?"
Wally and Artemis both shot up from their position to look at Zatanna.
"Okay? Well I should… better get going." Slowly the embarrassed Ensign slid away from the transporter area before dashing away at speeds that would impress Zefram Cochrane.
Curiously, Artemis and Wally looked at each other to see the position they were in. Hurriedly they pulled apart. Shortly after, Wally extended a hand to his crewmate to help her to her feet. The tactical officer accepted and took a hold to pull herself up.
"We should go to the medical bay. After all your head probably isn't that hard."
The red head snorted a laugh, "You're one to talk."
Still holding hands, Artemis lead both of them towards the medical bay. The white walls and silver lining stood out from the grey and blue walls of the United Earth Vessel. Neither of them argued when they entered, much to the satisfaction of the Chief Medical Officer. M'gann was then making her rounds in the ward some time later, but what she saw surprised her. Two of the white medical beds were pushed over, one right next to each other, and the occupants were talking about their experiences at the Academy.
M'gann was about to walk in when a voice from behind her caught her attention, "So even enemies can become friends. What else can happen?"
Startled, the medic turned around to find Major Kent behind her, "Oh, yeah. I really wasn't sure she was his enemy."
"Why not?"
M'gann shook her head, "They are just stubborn, except they didn't know. Anyways Conner, we still on for tonight?"
"Count on it."
Across the room, Artemis was talking about her experiences at 607 Club, "So right there was sitting this Lurian, as the fight is occurring. When the two ensigns started rolling on the table, he simply lifted his drink and watched the fight occur."
"Wait, wait, wait. Was the Lurian's name Morn?"
"That's it! I met him before. He's a good man, but he talks way too much."
"I'll say, when we were trading; he would not shut up about his son."
"Isn't his son's name-"
"Also named Morn." Both spoke in unison and shared a laugh. Soon the laughter died down enough for another conversation to begin.
"I never did thank you for saving my ass from the Romulans. I probably couldn't fire the rifle straight."
The edges of Artemis' lips tugged into a small smile, "I was only doing my job Baywatch. Besides you helped with my disruptor burn."
"It's was nothing, you yelled at me to do something. So I grabbed the dermal regenerator and got back to you."
"Don't take all the glory, hero. I was the one who was firing the plasma rifle after all."
"Fine, I'll give you that. Say you hungry?" The red head asked.
"In other words, you need two plates of food. Sure, why not? Do you want me to carry you? Or would you rather have a wheelchair?" The armory officer joked.
"I can walk," Wally stated as he moved off the bed, "Coming?"
Pushing herself off the bed Artemis rolled her eyes and faced him, "Lead the way, flyboy."
AN/ So… Sorry I have been gone. But I have ideas and my writing block is gone. Heck I may even write another story. How does a team of CIA operatives sound?