Cheyenne Troi-Riker

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Polina’s head was foggy, her vision turning from a thin white haze to more defined shapes as your consciousness slowly came back to her. Where was she? How did she get there? It wasn’t anything like what she last remembered…

Her mission was to take a shuttlepod out into space, observe the collapsing of small star from a safe distance, and return with the readings. Captain Kirk had hoped to use the information to better understand the red matter and how it had worked to create black holes that ripped through time. She had been certain to park her shuttle a safe distance away from the phenomenon. Absolutely certain. But something had gone wrong…

“Chekov to Enterprise! Mayday! Mayday, requesting immediate beam out! Come in Enterprise!”

She could see the hull crack across the top, the way it had when the Enterprise was nearly swallowed by the black hole that destroyed Nero’s ship. No way could a shuttlepod withstand the crushing gravity of a black hole.

She was on a bed. A sickbay, she realized, but nothing like the one she’d expected. Had another ship heard her distress call and rescued her in the knick of time? She looked around. This was no Constitution class ship. She began to panic, fearing that she’d been picked up by a hostile alien race. Images of her own impending torture flashed in her mind. She sat bolt upright, through her vision was still not one hundred percent.

When the girl woke up and started panicking, Cheyenne held up her hands, shaking her head. "I'm not going to hurt you. It's ok. You're on the Titan. Federation ship. You can relax." She gave the girl a gentle smile and hoped she would calm down. She noted the Russian Earth accent, something she didn't hear a lot of, but she knew it.

“Do you always fly at women at warp speed?”

“Before long we’ll be where it would have taken mankind millions of years of learning to reach.”

“Beam me up, Scotty.”

“I thought Vulcans didn’t have a sense of humor.”

“I am superior, sir, in many ways, but I would gladly give it up to be human.”

“The fact that my internal arrangement differs from yours, Doctor, pleases me no end.”

“I’m not quite sure congratulations are in order, Commander, but you’re pregnant.”

“Unfortunately, Starfleet officers do not always have the luxury to serve in an ideal environment”

“Captain, there’s something out there!”

“I don’t see no points on your ears boy, but you sound like a Vulcan.”

“I’ve never seen your kind before, but you have made an enemy of the Klingon Empire.”

“If you had an off switch, Doctor, would you not keep it secret?”

“Captain, I think I should tell you I’ve never actually landed a starship before.”

“I suppose Starfleet officers aren’t used to getting their hands dirty.”

“Sticks and stones won’t break my bones, so you can imagine how I feel about being called names.”

“The game’s not big enough unless it scares you a little.”

                            she’s  been  hiding  all  day. she’s  been  hoping  they  would                             leave  as  quickly  as  they came, but they  hadn’t,  they  had                             been  talking  about  some  kind of life  signal,  but  she  didn’t                             quite  know  what  they meant. why would they  care  about                             that ?  but  this woman has found her, so what’s the point  in                             hiding                                       any                                   more ?

                            slim  fingers  work fast across the padd  screen,  she’s good                             at working on her own, music blasting in her ears. jim always                             says she’ll go deaf before  she’s twenty unless she turns the                             volume   down,  but  she  doesn’t  really  want  too.  the  lady                             near  her  looks  slightly  confused and lost,  so  she  speaks                             without                     even                   glancing                    up.