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A/N: This is an overview chapter of an idea I have in mind. With any luck, you will enjoy it, and hopefully show enough interest to encourage continuing with this idea.

Safiya Kesi sat in a small room. Her arms were rested on the metal table in front of her, and the heel of her fleet issued jail boots tapped the tile floor in rhythm. She stared hard at the mirrored glass before her. She knew why she had been apprehended by Star Command, and she gave a smile to the face she knew was watching her.

The door opened, and in stepped an older man, grayish hair, hard blue eyes, and a packet under his arm.

"Safiya Kesi." He drawled. "Admiral Marcus. It's a pleasure to finally meet the little criminal who hijacked my project." He took a seat across from the still woman. Her stoic expression just held his gaze. "Your actions could have you seeing twenty years in a federal prison." He began flipping through the file in front of her. "Hacking Star Fleet, hacking a top secret Star Fleet operation, hacking Section 31, breaking into command files, dammit Safiya, you are not in a good position here." He sighed, shaking his head.

"There is luck for you." Admiral Marcus leaned back in his chair, lazily sliding her file away from him.

"I have need of someone with your computer skills on my project in Section 31. I won't lie, you really threw us off guard, but I think it would be a bigger benefit to bring you on, rather than incarcerate you." Marcus tried leveling her response, but she showed no emotion.

"Admiral Marcus, what makes you think I will oblige?" She did not move. He voice was like silk across his ears.

"If you don't oblige, Miss Kesi?" He let out a soft chuckle. "IF you don't oblige, there will be consequences." He stood up, holding his wrist behind his back, circling the room.

"If you don't oblige, There is a cell off planet with your name on it. Don't worry, there will be no more star light, no more moon light, no more sun for you." He leaned down, taking a deep breath of her raven locks. "No more wind across your face, or sand or grass under your feet. Who knows, your release date may just get misplaced..." He left his statement hanging, letting her get the idea of his words.

For her, losing the elements was like losing her life. Her whole life, she had been in the world, under the sun, gazing at the stars, caressing the moonlight that shone on her. Her people had always cherished the elements. Where people here in the West ran and hid in rain and snow, she would stretch her arms out, letting the moisture touch her soul.

"Of course, if a life in a prison cell isn't enough to persuade you, then I suppose I may have something else that might." He motioned at the glass, and moments later a tall man stepped in.

This man wore all black with pale skin, raven hair like hers, and ice blue eyes. Without word, he grabbed her by the bicep and began leading her down the hall behind the Admiral. With a few twists and turns, they ended at a door. Admiral Marcus turned to her, and nodded his head for her to look.

The man urged her forward, her face peering through the glass.

A woman sat on the edge of a cot. Her deeply tanned skin and ebony hair stood out against the white shirt and pants they had her in. Silent tears fell from her deep green eyes, as she looked ahead to the wall, unaware of her company.

"Mama..." Safiya whispered, her fingers curling on the door, as if to grip the unyielding metal. Her heart broke to see her mother imprisoned so. The constrictive clothing they offered as opposed as the free flowing fabrics that blew magnificently in the high desert winds.

The large man dragged her away from the door, the door that held her comfort, her heart. She was returned and deposited to the seat that she had been sitting in for two hours before this meeting. The young man kept a hand on her shoulder.

"So, Safiya Kesi," he spat with confidence. "The way I see it you have two choices. Either work for me in Section 31, programs analysis, program builder, information, stuff along those lines." He crossed his arms over his chest. "If you say yes, and are good, your mother is returned home, you are enlisted into star fleet, and life goes on. You already know what happens if you say no."

Safiya looked up at the Admiral. Beyond the Admiral, in the reflection, her green eyes met the reflection of the young mans blue ones. He stared hard, and gave a nod that only she could have picked up, along with a gentle squeeze on her shoulder. She sighed.

"I'll do it. I'll work Section 31, just let my mother go." She spoke. It wasn't as if she didn't want to work on the project at hand, that's why she hacked into the programs anyways. The admiral wouldn't have let her into 31 any other way, not giving her a second thought. Marcus had been making it his mission for her not to enter S31, but she knew he could not resist her abilities much longer. She was far too intelligent to be kept out. However, using her mother as unnecessary leverage was despicable.

"Come along, John." The Admiral nodded in triumph and left her sitting there. The tall man walked to the door before turning around.

"Welcome to Section 31." He spoke deeply, sending shivers through her body.

With that she was left alone.