Blurred Lines

My story, Blurred Lines, is a Star Trek fanfiction sci-fi story.
== ~ Chapter One: "Red Alert!" ~ ==
Leon stuck his head out from under the table and laughed as his sister, Flight, sneered at him from her seat on the chair. "Stop being annoying." She growled at him, and went back to drawing. Leon snuck closer to Flight, and when he was just an inch from bumping her on the shoulder, Flight's ears pricked and he whirled around and pushed her brother back.
Leon landed hard on his backside and frowned up at his older sister. "That was uncalled for." He grumbled. Flight laughed at him. "Uncalled for!" She exclaimed, "What's uncalled for is you messing me up while I'm drawing!" Her eyes blazed with fury, and Leon was surprised her sister didn't attack him right then and there.
He laid his ears back against his head, showing that he allowed her to claim victory. "Sorry." He mumbled, and leapt away. Serves him right, the female Kikai thought. She turned back to her drawing, and put on her earphones. The emotional exotic gaming music filled her ears, and Flight was taken to another world in her imagination. The music swirled magically around her, and Flight smiled. It was beautiful, inspiring...
The drawing that she was making was of a Kikai reaching desperately towards another, her expression sad and heartbroken as the other fell down into the darkness of the great void.
Suddenly, everything around Flight rumbled and shook, and her datapadd that was producing the music fell off of the table. "What the-" Flight threw off her headphones and shot up from the chair. The feline instinct in her flared to life, and she leapt around the room in panic. "LEON!" Flight yowled. Her brother was no where to be found.
There was only one other place that Leon could be. That was the rest of the starship. Flight growled in frustration, flattened her ears against her head, and ran out of the room. The doors slid open, and Flight bounded right into havoc. Red flaring lights flashed brightly in all of the walkways of the U.S.S. Phoenix. Flight widened her eyes as Starfleet officers in red, yellow, and blue uniforms dashed past.
"Someone! Tell me what's going on!" She pleaded, and dashed back and forth, trying to confront one of the officers. No one stopped for her. Flight was getting scared. Something was really wrong. Another huge shock ran through the whole ship, and the Kikai struggled to stay on her feet. She tumbled into someone, and a pair of strong arms helped her up. "I'm so sorry!" Flight exclaimed, and turned to face who had helped her.
A male Batezoid gazed wide-eyed at her. He was around her age, probably 14. "It's alright." He said, almost in a daze by the sight of her. Flight hurriedly tucked her long black silky hair behind her ear and looked away shyly. She turned back to him. "Uh... thank you." She said, her ears pricked. "Y-Yeah, no problem. Do you have any idea of what's going on?" The boy asked, and took a step back, embarrassed. His blue eyes shimmered as he cocked his head.
"No! That's what I've been trying to ask everyone!" Flight exclaimed in frustration. "And worst of all, I can't find my brother, and my mom told us to stay inside our quarters!" They were currently on Deck 2, the Guest Quarters. Flight's mother was a scientist, and was observing some of the life forms the starship had recovered from distant planets.
A man in a blue doctor's uniform walked over to them. "You two need to be in your quarters. This is a Red Alert situation." He said. Flight fought the urge to ask him to explain why, and nodded instead. She pulled the Batezoid along with her into her room and locked the door.
"You can stay in here for now. Sorry about the rush. The guy seemed pretty serious." Flight apologized, and gestured for the Betazoid to make himself comfortable. "Thank you," he said, "I needed to get away from them anyways." He sat down in the chair that Flight had been seated in just a few moments ago. "Yeah, no problem. Why did you have to get away? Are you in trouble?" Flight asked, and cocked her head. Her ears flicked in curiosity and she walked over to sit beside him. "Well, it's kind of a long story..." The boy said, and averted his gaze. Flight rolled her green cat-like eyes. "Well, as you can see, there's no place that I have to be right now. I have time." She said, and leaned closer to listen in. Her ears could already pick up much higher advanced sound then most humanoids could, but she did it anyways, as a friendly gesture and showing that she was interested.
"So, you see, I was snooping around with my mother's work in her quarters and, well, I could sense that she was really frustrated and angry with me, as she is always. I left and went to try and talk to my brother, but he was too busy playing with holo puzzles. So... I'd thought I'd take a walk to the holodeck and try to relax, but this whole "Red Alert!" thing happened and everyone was in a panic. It startled me- all of these emotions changing at once. So, because of that and because of the situation, I came back here. I was about to get back to my quarters when I ran into you," The Batezoid looked away, "though I don't mind." He whispered.
Flight smiled. "I know what you're going through. I was trying to draw, when my little brother kept on messing me up, and...my mom's at work all day, and she ordered us to stay inside. On top of all that, I can't get over the fact that I don't have a father anymore. So... yeah." The boy could sense the Kikai girl's emotions sadden. "Sorry..." He said, and laid his hand comfortingly on Flight's shoulder. "My name's Aaron. Aaron Karon. It's a pleasure to meet you." Aaron said, a charming smile spread across his face, trying to change the mood. Aaron didn't like sad emotions. It always made him sad as well.
Flight pricked her ears and smiled back, her green eyes shimmering. "Thank you. My name's Flight Pryde." She said. Aaron's eyes widened. "Pryde? You're the daughter of that scientist?" He asked. "Yeah, that's my mom!" Flight said. "My mother works side by side with your mom in the lab!" Aaron exclaimed. "Cool!" Flight grinned. They had more things in common!
The Phoenix shook again, and Flight was thrown to the ground. Her picture fell out of her pocket and unfolded beside her. Aaron helped Flight to her feet and sighed. "Man, I need to get to the bottom of this. It's really bugging me-" He stopped short and stared open mouthed at the sketch that was on the ground. "Hey, Aaron? Uh... you okay?" Flight asked, and waved her hand back and forth in front of the Betazoid's face. Aaron didn't move.
Finally, he reached down and picked up the paper that was lying on the ground, his blue gaze was filled with shock and fear and bewilderment all at the same time. "This-this is what I've been seeing in my dreams... It-it can't be..."
== ~ Chapter Two: Fire, Pain, Defeat ~ ==
Currently, on the bridge of the U.S.S Phoenix, Lieutenant Commander Jay was sitting at opps. Her expression was filled with horror at the sight before her. On the main view screen, two Romulan warbirds trapped their direct pathway to the Sol System. Just after a brief talk with the Captains of the starships, they were in the middle of a firefight. At the moment, they didn't know exactly why the Romulans were attacking them. They seemed resistant to explain, and it was costing the ship's shield power.
"Shields at 86%, Captain." Even Commander Mason Karon displayed emotion in his seat next to Captain Aene. The ship's chief tactical officer, Lieutenant Gabriel Jackral, waited eagerly for orders. Aene grimaced as another torpedo made contact with their shields. It sent another shockwave through the ship. "84%!" Jackral exclaimed. "Captain!" He urged, and slammed his fist down on the edge of his station to emphasize his point. Now it was certain that there was no chance of trying to communicate and work something out.
Captain Aene didn't look back to tactical as she ordered, "Full spray of photon torpedoes. Now!" She blinked out of her near hopeful daze and clung on to the sides of her chair as red balls of antimatter shot from the ship's emitters. The internal magnetic field collapsed on impact and brung the antimatter into contact with normal matter, creating an explosion against the Romulan shields. "Fire at will."
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"W-what do you mean, this is what you saw in your dream?!" Flight asked Aaron in bewilderment. Her eyes widened. "I-I uh, you see... some Batezoids can have visions through their dreams and I guess... I guess I have that ability as well. This drawing, you see, I saw it in motion. The Kikai girl and the boy... that looks like my father. I don't tell a lot of people, but I'll tell you. My father is Mason Karon, the First Officer of this starship."
Flight was too surprised to say anything. She just stared at him, ears flicking at Aaron until another rumble went through, and this time it was longer and it was followed by a loud BANG from one of the lower decks. That's when it dawned on them. The Federation ship was under attack, and they were losing.
"We have to get out of here! Forget the drawing, it's probably nothing!" Flight exclaimed, although her heart told her otherwise. Something was deffenetly off about this. "But-but I'm Batez-" Aaron was cut off by the transmitter. "All ship personell please calmly procede to the escape pods immediatley." It sounded... fearful, almost. Aaron grimaced. And on top of that, he'd know that voice anywhere. It was his dad.
"Flight! We have to do something!" Aaron grabbed Flight's arm before she exited the room. "Yeah. Get out of here. Hopefully my brother has enough sense in him to do the same." She grumbled and her ears folded back as the door opened. Already pannicked people of various species were hurrying to the nearest escape pods.
"No- I mean I have to save my dad somehow!" Aaron said, and let go of the Kikai as she turned to face him. "Aaron. You and I both know that he's not going to leave that chair until his duty is complete and everyone is safe." Flight said sadly to the emotional Batezoid boy.
Aaron looked down. "But..." He drifted off in realization. "I'm sorry, Aaron. We have to get out of here. Maybe he'll be okay in the end." Flight said, and turned to walk away. Aaron looked down at his feet and sighed. He knew Flight was right.
He willingly let her grab his hand and haul him along to the nearest turbolift. There were people in there already, and because Aaron and Flight were small, they were the last ones able to fit inside. The doors slid shut and several people said the same deck outloud at the same time. The Turbolift lights flickered for a moment before it whirred to life.
They were all heading to Deck One on the primary hull, where there were escape pods. The turbolift shook hard as the ship's shields and power failed slowly. Flight held her clenched fists close to her as she suddenly felt this ache in her chest. Her ears flattened against her head. She was scared. Being scared was normal for any Kikai, but she didn't like to show weakness.
Aaron noticed this immediatley and sheltered Flight in his protecting and warm embrace. Flight widened her eyes in surprise as the Batezoid wrapped his arms around her. But she didn't resist. She laid her head on Aaron's shoulder and whispered, "Thank you. Thank you for being here for me." She said. Aaron was about to reply, when the doors slid open and everyone rushed out. 
"Let's go." Flight's expression quickly faded into seriousness again as she stepped out of the turbolift, breaking away from the comfort. It was time to be brave. But, just as she was about to take another step, a hand reached out and stopped her. "Aaron, what is it-" Flight turned around and was surprised to see someone other than the Batezoid.
Standing there, staring with huge brown eyes, was a Vulcan girl. She was around the same age as Flight and Aaron, maybe a year younger. The girl pulled away when Flight widened her eyes, flustered. Aaron was standing behind the girl, looking as much in surprise as Flight was.
"Follow me." The girl said, and her short hair bobbed behind her as she dashed into a hallway that no one else was going- not in the direction of the escape pods. Suddenly, right after the girl turned the corner and left Flight and Aaron standing there confused, another BOOM! sounded. And this time, there was an explosion on the deck that they were currently on.
The next hallway filled with smoke and flames. They would have been burned to ashes if it hadn't been for the Vulcan. Before Flight could even feel gratitude, the aftershock threw her and Aaron into the wall. A piercing pain shot through Flight's shoulder as it made contact with steel. She snarled in surprise and pain, falling to the ground. But, where there was supposed to be the hard ground, there was something else to cusion her fall. It was Aaron.
Flight looked down to see him cringing in pain from the weight of the Kikai on his stomach. "I'm sorry!" Flight exclaimed and leapt off of Aaron. Everything after that seemed to happen really fast. Flight felt something burning hot on her back and whirled around to see the flames reaching for them, like a predator ready to strike. Flight widened her eyes and flattened her ears against her head in fear.
She looked back to Aaron and desperately tugged his arm, yelling his name over the screams and the smoke. "AARON, GET UP! PLEASE!" She shouted, tears welling up in her eyes. The smoke was suffocating, the Vulcan girl was nowhere to be found, and Aaron was wriggling on the ground in pain, clutching his left leg.
Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed Flight's arm. Flight whirled, eyes wild, to see the Vulcan. She looked like she was okay, but had a concerned look on her face. The girl grabbed onto the Batezoid's other arm. Flight immediately understood that she wanted to help. Finally! She thought angrily. No time for thinking either, the flames were drawing closer.
Flight and the girl hauled Aaron with all of their strength into the hallway which the Vulcan had disappeared into a few moments ago. "Get inside!" She shouted, and Flight found herself helping Aaron climb into a small circular-shaped room that appeared before their eyes out of the bare wall. The room glowed blue from the control panel that the Vulcan girl was busily working at.
There was another explosion just as two doors slid shut. Flight ducked over Aaron and sobbed as she held him in her arms. Suddenly, the viewscreen flared to life and the girl pushed one pressure-sensitive button, sending the mini-escape pod away from the exploding Federation starship. 
Then, there was silence. An eerie silence. It was too quiet except for the loud sigh that the Vulcan let out as they zoomed away from fire and pain and defeat.
== ~ Chapter Three: Starbase 12 ~ ==
Flight must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, the back of a gentle hand woke her from her sleep as it was rested against her head. Flight groaned and tried to blink. Her eyelids felt so heavy, and her head hurt and her arms felt as if they were burning.
When the Kikai tried to speak, a raspy cough came out instead. "Don't move." A soft voice instructed. Somehow... it was familiar. "Mother...?" Flight managed to croak. She thought she heard something like a chuckle come from the mystery person, but it was probably her ears deciving her. 
"No, it's me," The same voice answered, "My name is Jane Aragon. It's good to finally introduce myself to you. I am the half Vulcan that helped you escape. I can explain everything once you gain full conciousness. I understand that you probably want to know how your Batezoid friend is doing?" She asked, and her hand pulled away. 
Flight forced her eyelids to open and leaning over her was the girl that had saved their lives. Her brown eyes were wide, almost shimmering with curiousness. Her freckles seemed to glow blue as the escape pod's lights flickered on and off. 
The Kikai was silent for a few moments. "How are you so calm...?" It sounded more like a statement than a question. Jane blinked, she averted her gaze for a second, "I guess I... I try." She whispered. Flight changed the subject immediately in realization of something else more important. Aaron! 
"How is Aaron?" Flight whimpered. She inwardly growled at herself for sounding like a weak child, but there was so much pain, and she was so worried for the only friend that she had managed to make. Flight struggled to sit up as Jane turned her attention to the still unconcious Betazoid boy lying still a few feet away. Flight didn't care if the half Vulcan or whatever scolded her for disobeying her gentle orders. 
Jane looked back at Flight. Instead of scowling, she blinked in understanding and helped the Kikai sit up. "Stay still from here on out until we get to Starbase 12. You need to let the medicine heal your arms. You have a superficial second-degree burn, only part of your dermis layer is damaged. You probably won’t have scarring," How on Keson does this girl know this stuff? "It was caused from the fire on the ship when the torpedo from the Romulan warbirds triggered the explosion. I've applied the correct medicine that should-" Flight stopped Jane mid-sentence. 
Not only was she suspicious because she changed the subject regarding Aaron, but Flight was extremely surprised and confused at the mention of Romulans; not to mention that they were firing upon a Federation starship so close to the Sol System. 
"What are you talking about?!" Flight snapped, lying her ears flat against her head in anger. She didn't care about the nonsense about her second degree burns anymore. She would deal with it. Flight was more interested on the Romulan matter, "Are you telling me that Romulans did this? So close to other Starfleet vessels in the area? Why didn't anyone help us?!" She snarled, almost lunging forward, if it weren't for the pain-filled gasp that Aaron let out right then. 
Jane's head snapped around. For some reason, her expression changed and she wasn't calm anymore. "Don't move!" She exclaimed. Flight narrowed her eyes. Something was seriously wrong. This was all wrong. It felt like her whole life was falling apart. "What is it, Jane?" Flight growled. "What's wrong with him?!" When Aaron opened his eyes and stilled, Jane turned back to Flight. "He's broken his leg." She said flatly, and lowered her head. 
Flight froze as Aaron's terrified blue gaze met hers. "Broken...?" She whispered. Then she remembered when they were trying to escape, when Aaron was clutching his leg and shouting in pain. Broken his leg... Flight thought with pity. 
Disobeying Jane's instructions once again, Flight winced as she dragged herself over to Aaron. Just before Jane could say anything to the stubborn Kikai, a familiar beeping sound came from the control panel. Jane leapt over to the command chair and answered the call. Someone was hailing them from Starbase 12! Though the half Human was half Vulcan, she smiled in spite of herself. She'd done it! They were going to be saved. 
"Who is this?" The viewscreen flickered with static for a moment before someone came into view. Jane had to squint to figure out that the person was Admiral Caleb McKormik. She knew of him from several of her mother's reports about previous missions she'd gone on when she was aboard other starships. 
McKormik's expression looked like he was extremely confused. Jane dipped her head in respect. "Admiral, my name is Jane Aragon, daughter of Tolia Aragon. I am one of three survivors from the destruction of the Federation starship, the U.S.S. Phoenix. The other two that are with me are wounded and need medical care as soon as possible." Her voice shown athority somehow... there was something familiar about it, which was really strange. Then the Admiral realized. She spoke like her father would have. She spoke like a Captain. It really was Jane... 
He blinked a few times and narrowed his eyes in disbelief at the child that was addressing him. "You...-what?" He shook his head and leaned back to look over his shoulder to shout orders to someone. When Admiral Caleb turned back, his expression wasn't as confused, rather concerned. 
"You are going to be beamed onto Starbase 12 immediately, then taken directly to sickbay." He looked down for a moment, let out a breath, then looked back up at Jane. "You are a brave girl, young lady. Thank you." He nodded to Jane, and then there was static and the power went out to the escape pod. 
Seconds later, blue light once again filled the chamber as three survivors were beamed to Starbase 12. 
== ~ Chapter Four: Cici Hall~ ==
Flight Pryde saw blurred lines as she slowly opened her watery eyes. Blurred lines before they cleared. People, standing around her, one checking a medical padd, one looking down at some kind of scanner. Another was looking down at Flight. But this time, Flight recognized her as Jane Aragon.
"You made it." The edges of Jane's mouth turned so that she was grinning ever so slightly. She almost looked... proud. Flight coughed, triggering the nurse with the padd to look up and walk over to Flight. The Kikai ignored the woman and kept her gaze on Jane's. 
"What's that look for?" Flight grinned weakly. Her head felt worse then it had before, but her arms felt better. Flight felt so... tired... She didn't let herself fall asleep though. She had to find out how Aaron was. When they were huddled together on the floor, Flight had pledged to her friend that she would stay with him. The Batezoid had replied with a similar answer. They had to look out for each other now. They had made it out together, so they would stick together until they figured out what the heck was happening.
"Stop looking like you're a Captain looking down at her fellow officer or something. You look so... authoritative." Flight spoke freely what was on her mind. Jane widened her eyes just slightly and arched her right eyebrow. That's when she realized her stance. She was standing with her hands behind her back, and she stood tall and looked like she really was a Captain or something. 
Jane loosened up her posture and finally looked like a normal 12-year-old. "Sorry," Jane averted her gaze for a moment, then continued, "I... um... that was strange. All the holopictures that I saw of my father... he was a Captain... all of them shown him standing tall and proud. I always wanted to be like him one day. I guess, I tried to copy his posture so many times, it just... stuck, I guess. It feels natural now." Flight noticed that whenever Jane felt uncomfortable or uneasy, she averted her gaze a lot.
"You can still be like him." Flight said softly, and reached out to rest her hand gently against Jane's arm. Jane tensed, but didn't pull away. "You have a whole life to live," She noticed Jane looking down at her feet, clearly saddened by the mention of her father, "I know how you feel," Flight pulled away, "My father died while he was on a starship when I was really young. He was in a battle, and then the starship that he was on exploded. I wasn't- I don't remember the details of how... but you can guess why. Now... I don't know if my mother is alive or not." Flight looked up to the ceiling. It was white. Blank. Boring. But then again, if those walls could talk, they'd have plenty of drastic and emotional stories to tell.
Jane let out a small sigh. "I'm sorry for your loss." She whispered. Flight turned back to her. "I'm sorry for yours. I'm sure your father was a great Captain, just like his daughter." She smiled, and flicked her ears, a sign of showing silent gratitude. 
“Thank you, Flight.” The Kikai and the Vulcan girl held each other’s gaze for a moment longer, until a beeping sounded from the doorway, and one of the nurses called for the person to enter.
Flight would have sat up in her bed if it weren’t for the sharp pain in her head. “Aaron!” She exclaimed. He was limping towards them, some kind of machinery was attached to his leg, a piece of technology Flight didn’t recognize. 
“Flight. I kept my promise.” He murmured softly as he walked over to her. “How are you?” He asked, and rested his hand against Flight’s.
Jane took a step back and sighed happily as she watched the two reunite. A feeling arose in her heart, an emotion she didn’t recognize, but Jane felt like she had done something right- done something her father would have done.
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“You can stay here until further notice.” The man said, and gestured for Flight, Aaron, and Jane to enter the room, which was nearly two times the size of Flight’s quarters. And with that, the doors slid shut, and the three were left standing there, wondering what to do. Flight looked around, wide-eyed at all of the furniture and fancy things in the room. This must be the guest lounge, she thought, and carefully walked forward, making sure to not bump her arms on anything.
The CMO of Starbase 12 himself had told Flight Pryde face to face that she was not allowed to take off the weird white covering things on her arms until it was about an hour after they were put on, which was going to take about thirty or so minutes more. Turns out, her burns had been worse then Jane thought they were. She was deceived by the Kikai’s rather unusual skin structure. She actually had third degree burns. Flight was surprised they didn’t feel as bad as they sounded.
Aaron's condition, on the other hand, was bad. The bone nearly had a clean break, but there was still a morsel still hanging onto the other bone. The weird metal thing would apparently fix that as well. Some day, Flight wanted to discover the secrets of how that medical technology worked. Not any time soon, though, because she had promised herself that she wouldn't become a scientist or a doctor like her mother, rather be a tactical officer or something. That sounded right for her. It also sounded cool. 
Don’t get ahead of yourself, Flight scolded herself and her wild wishful thinking, You still have to grow up first and attend Starfleet Academy.
Instead of wrenching herself further into her thoughts, she pushed them back into her mind for another more appropriate time to think about the future. She observed the room, while Jane helped Aaron to a seat close to the back of the room where there was a replicator in the wall beside him.
It was then that Flight realized there was another person in the room. She flared her nostriles and flicked her ears. She smelled lavender perfume and heard the slight scritch scratch of a pencil. Suddenly she had an idea, one that the mysterious person probably wouldn’t like, but it would be enjoyable for her and Aaron!
The Kikai lowered herself to the floor, and made sure only her hands and not her arms touched the cold surface as she crept towards a huge swiveling chair overlooking a rare oak hand-carved table.
From Flight’s position on the ground, she could just make out a pale-skinned hand moving a pressure sensitive pencil to a padd on the table. She slinked forward, her movements light and sure.
Behind Flight, she could just make out a giggle from Aaron, and she assumed that Jane was just looking on, the Vulcan in her probably not understanding the strange thing called humor to other humanoids, and it was reflected in her plain and slightly confused expression.
Flight’s smile was wide as she reached up and whirled the chair around to come face to face to an absolutely terrified-looking human girl. Flight heard Aaron burst into laughter in the chair, and the Kikai could have sworn her excellent hearing had picked up what must have been a giggle from Jane.
The girl was about to burst out of her chair running but then when she saw Flight laughing along as well, she scowled. “You messed up my drawing.” She grumbled. “Just… push the undo button!” Flight said between giggles. 
“Knock it off, you three. It’s not funny.” She said sternly, and then caught a glimpse of the Kikai’s odd-looking arms. “What happened to you?” She asked, concerned. 
Flight stopped laughing almost immediately. “Oh. That. Um… uh…” She turned back to look at Jane and Aaron. Jane’s slight grin immediately ceased, and even Aaron was dead serious as well. 
“What?” The girl asked, and cocked her head. Flight thought it wouldn’t hurt to tell her, so she did. The Kikai explained everything down to how she was crying over Aaron in the escape pod. 
During that part, the emotional Betazoid boy actually teared up, and was looking at Flight like she was the best thing that had ever happened to him or something. 
Jane just stared into the distance, unblinking, her face a blank canvas with absolutely no emotion. It was hard for all of them to recall the sad episode that had occured.
The Human, on the other hand, looked mortified by what Flight was describing. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed once the Kikai stopped talking.
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