Sorry for the delayed updates! D: Like I said, I was on that island with no wifi and on Wednesday I'm headed up to my grandma's in northeastern Montana, where I have to go awhile to find wifi, and I have to share 10 gb (gigabytes?) of data with my parents.

Exaltron is beautiful. It's a lush green, hilly planet that reminds me of Ancient Greece. Their buildings have the same style- columns and temples and something that looks like the Athens acropolis. I can even see an "oracle cave." The four security guards walk out in the cardinal directions, looking around.

"Gods have descended from the sky upon us!"

Huh? What?

"Summon Nataka!"

"And Lisha!"

"What about Lorrenna?"

"No, Lorena's out with the tribe. Someone send a messenger to find her!"

Who? I think.

"Bring offerings!"

"Captain, it seems they believe we are gods," Spock replies.

Suddenly the planet's natives, who look like red Vulcans start bowing down to us. They have pointed ears and black hair... I wonder if they're like the primitive Vulcans. I make a mental note to ask Spock if they could be. If they are, they're Bones' nightmare- especially if they're logical. (Thy might be out of their Vulcan mind.)

"Hello... I'm James T. Kirk," I begin.

"The god James T. Kirk has descended upon us!" one exclaimed. "Your holiness, I am Nakata. Our planet is your planet. I am also yours."

I can just imagine Alana laughing her ass off in the bridge: 'Jim? A god? Of what? Breaking the rules?'

Alana. Most likely she's found a way to snag the captain's chair, but I know I asked Bones to keep an eye on her. That girl is unpredictable. I remember the time she stole a shuttle with help from a girl named Amber Millard, a cadet training to be a helmsman and her best friend Ashley Sulu. Apparently Ashley is Lt. Sulu's... niece?

"There will be a ceremony later today," Nataka finishes, bowing. "We will then make a sacrifice to you."

"Thank you," I reply, "but-"

"Nataka!" Another female (or at least they look like a female) runs over and bows. "The holy gods! Your majesties. I am so sorry to have interrupted you... what is your name?"

"Yes, what are the rest of your names?" Nataka asks. "This is Lisha, our priest and medicine woman."

"I'm James T. Kirk, and this is Spock," I reply, pointing. He goes well with the natives, being Vulcan and all.

"Kirk. Spock," Lisha repeats. "And they must be your escorts. Specifically chosen from us and changed or created?"

"Created," I quickly answer after a pause.

"Come, come," Nataka takes my hand. "If you don't please, we must give you a proper welcome tour."

"No, Nataka. We must prepare for the ceremony," Lisha exclaims, clapping her hands. "Come, your highness. Right this way."

Ceremony? What ceremony?

Lisha takes me to another room, away from Spock and Bones. She twirls a lock of her black hair smiling. "I did not know gods would ever come to visit us. Thank you."

"You're welcome," I reply, not really wanting to point out we weren't gods.

She starts smiling. "You know, there are tales of gods and us together, having children."

Is she talking about demigods? Like Jason and the Argonauts? She is pretty, too...

"There is a legend of a goddess named Alina," Lisha continues. "Do you know her? She is the only goddess who has not ever come down to Earth."

"I do not know an Alina, but I know an Alana," I answer. "Could the name have gotten mixed up?"

"Some legends call her Alana, others Alani, and a few say Ilona." Lisha nods. "Yes, her name must be Alana. The legends are very indecisive. Alina- Alana- is said to be the most beautiful goddess of them all. She is also said to be the queen of the gods. Is she your queen?" she asks.

I can also hear Alana on the bridge saying, 'yes, that's me, I'm amazing.'

"No, more like my best friend." Smiling, I remember my promise to her not to get killed.

"So you are not married to her? You are not the king of the gods?" Lisha looks at me, confused. "Our legends must be wrong... Tell me, your holiness, about heaven on the... En... Enterprise? Is that what it's called?"

Married to Alana?!

"Enterprise, yes," I reply. "Well, the Enterprise is our home."

"Tell me more." Lisha looks at me, coming closer every second.

"You're very beautiful," I reply before kissing her. She kisses back, smiling.

"Not as beautiful as you, your holiness," she whispers, slowly climbing onto my lap, smiling. She. Is. So. Hot.

I think I like this society.