Chapter 2
By the time Emmy's parents had called back, her younger siblings were excitedly awaiting the news of what their older sister would be up to. By the time Emmy finished explaining it, they were thrilled, especially Emmy's youngest half brother, Ibrahim. Ibrahim always had a fascination with Space, something he and Emmy had in common, so he made sure that Emmy keep him posted on everything that went on with the Enterprise's construction.
Emmy was quick to tell him that she was only building it, not going on its maiden voyage.
"Well you should go on it!" Ibrahim exclaimed. "You know tons of things about Space!"
"Not enough to land a spot on its crew," Emmy said gently. Her seven year old brother had a stubbornness that almost mirrored their mother's, which was kind of scary. "I'm a mechanic, Abe, OK? I can tell you all the cool things that's going to be on the Enterprise. Would that be OK?"
Letting out a sigh, Ibrahim crossed his arms over his chest and muttered under his breath.
Even though Emmy promised to at least give some information on the ship, she highly doubted she'd be able to tell anyone anything on it. Pike hadn't really gone over a lot of what was OK to talk about outside the Federation and what was expected to be kept down low. Emmy could only assume she could tell minor details.
Ending the call, Emmy let out a sigh. She certainly had a lot on her mind.
Even though Emmy had gone to bed early, she had received a call early in the morning saying that Pike wanted her in, that everything would be explained when she arrived. Half asleep, Emmy stumbled out of bed and attempted to dress as nicely—but also as casually—as possible. If Pike wanted her to start working on something—anything for that matter—she wasn't going to be wearing the nicest clothes she had in her closet [given she hardly had any nice clothes in her closet].
Taking a minute to quickly down a cup of coffee she made herself and brush her teeth, Emmy managed to get out the door and drive all the way to the destination she'd been given only half an hour after receiving the call.
"You called me in, sir?" she said, stifling a yawn. It was only six thirty in the morning, a time she wasn't entirely used to waking up at.
"I said that I'd like you working as soon as possible," Pike said. They were at a specialized area where the construction would be taking place. Emmy nodded. "I'll have you start now."
Emmy opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out.
"I'll be overlooking your progress for the next couple of weeks," he said. "Consider this your probation period."
"R-Right, sir," she stammered.
"You don't need to keep calling me sir." Pike smiled at Emmy.
"Uhm, then what should I call you?"
His smiled broadened for a moment. "Mr. Pike for now," he said. "Now get to work. I want to see this Gonzalez engineering I've heard so much about."
Jumping, Emmy hurried over to where the others were and immediately dove into what she could.
Christopher watched Emmy as she worked. She didn't need any instruction from the other workers—maybe a little instruction, just to look over their work for a brief moment—Emmy quickly adapted to the situation and started her work like she'd been doing it her entire life. From where she was working, Christopher could tell she was finishing up some work on the Enterprise's engines.
That kind of work wasn't easy, and it didn't take just anybody to do it.
She really does have some potential, he thought, watching as Emmy was finishing up one portion and starting on another. Maybe she can have a position as a mechanic on Starfleet.
After Emmy's departure from her interview, Pike had done a little more research into her background. She was half human, the identity of her father hadn't been documented. There were a few features on the young woman that indicated she wasn't entirely human—her eyes being on factor. Her eyes were a light shade of purple, a ring of a darker shade of purple near her pupils; her facial features held a certain exoticism to it. Other than that, she was human.
Her medical work—which Pike said would be done at that moment after he accepted her job offer—she did possess alien DNA in her blood, but it wasn't anything that could be picked up in their database of known alien species.
Walking over, Pike put a hand on Emmy's shoulder.
Looking up at him, a look of confusion and slight fear was on her face.
"I'm going to check on your work." Emmy nodded, hesitantly stepping back from what she was working on. While Pike carefully checked what she had done since coming in, he was impressed. Everything was put in the right place, everything seemed to be doing just fine. "Well, Ms. Gonzalez, I'm impressed," he said, smiling.
"You can call me Emory," she stammered, "or Emmy. Everyone I know calls me that. . . .Emmy."
"Emmy, I feel like you'll be a great addition to this project," Pike said.
Author's Note:
Hey-yo, sorry for the short chapter, but here it is! Hopefully you guys like it. I tried keeping it as interesting as possible, but I don't really know. If you think I got Christopher Pike wrong in any way, let me know and I'll try and fix it to the best of my abilities. If I get any of the characters wrong, let me know and I'll hopefully get it right next time.
Nothing in the ST franchise is mine. All I own are my characters and the music on my iPod.
As a side note, though it happened a while back, the news of Anton Yelchin's death was something that was very shocking and very unexpected. To be completely honest, I thought it was some kind of sick internet prank until I kept seeing it pop up on various websites saying he actually died in a freak accident. Though I only saw Yelchin's acting in the Star Trek reboot movies, I think he's a great actor and died, obviously, way too young [he was in his late twenties, I believe]. With the number of talented actors, singers, etc. dying this year, I wasn't really sure how to react when I heard about this.
Anyway, I digress, though it'll still be something I can't believe actually happened.
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Susan Strong