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A commission done for me by ginailustra

Scene takes place in my AU story New Start

A New Start: Pt 1(Discussion)
11/15/2258
Starfleet Headquarters
Office of Vice Admiral Christopher Pike
Admiral Christopher Pike gave a reassuring smile to the young man sitting in front of him.
"So, Jim, are you ready to head back out?"
Captain James T. Kirk took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, sir. I am."
"Do you have any preferences as to the type of posting?"
Kirk gave a slight smile."I definitely want a ship."
Pike gave a slight chuckle. "I figured that." He looked down at his PADD. "We have a couple of ships that need a new CO. First on the list, is the USS Triumph, our newest Constitution class. She's scheduled to launch early next year."
Kirk had flinched at the word 'Constitution class', and while Pike talked, his expression had steadily darkened. "I'm going to have to decline, Admiral," he said quietly bu firmly.
"I don't want anything like my former posting. I did what I needed to do with the Enterprise: helped stop Nero. But after what her crew did to me...anything even remot

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4/5/2259
Tali IV

The moment that followed, in the years to come, L'Naym would think back on as another that would change her life forever.

A scream ripped out from among the branches high overhead. Startled by the sound, she looked up.
Lieutenant Deerhorn was framed in one of the tree city windows, nine stories upward. She was leaning out from a broken banister, her normally calm face twisted into a mask of horror as she reached out.
A bundle was falling just out of her reach. L'Naym found herself wondering what the Security officer could possibly have dropped.

Then she saw the 'bundle's' flailing limbs…

She saw the stream of red hair…

She heard the terrified "Moooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And in that half second, time stopped.

Trisha!!!!

There wasn't time to think, only act.

L’Naym broke into a full sprint, eyes fixed on the tiny form plummeting toward the ground. Above her, Deerhorn was still screaming.

She hurled herself forward, both arms out. She caught just a brief glimpse of Trisha's face... before the child slammed into her with the force of a forging hammer, hurling her backwards and causing her to strike the pavement with a bone jarring thud, even as she clutched her catch tightly.

L'Naym found herself flat on her back, the pavement digging sharply into it, a small but warm weight on her chest and stomach and a mop of red curls over her face.

The weight on top of her moved. The three year old squirmed and lifted her head. Blood was gushing from her nose from where she'd hit L'Naym's chest and she’d bitten through her lip. She gulped a breath of air and began to whimper. Then her whimpers escalated into piercing wails.

Time returned to normal. Only then did L'Naym realize the enormity of what had happened. Only then did horror grip her and she begin to shake violently.

As she slowly sat up, arms still wrapped around the screaming child, she was dimly aware that Deerhorn had stopped screaming and was frantically calling Trisha's name...

Trisha…

Trisha was screaming…

She was dimly aware of the crowd forming around them.

Trisha was screaming…

Someone…Lieutenant M'Ress?… was telling her not to move and urgently calling for someone on her Comm…

Trisha was screaming…

*Shylea!*

She felt her lifemate frantically reaching out to her through their Bond, but while still onboard the Saratoga he was too far away to communicate more than his concern.

She reached back to him, trying to let him know that she was alright…

Trisha was screaming…

Trisha’s little face was smeared with blood…

L'Naym clutched the wailing child more tightly and began to both weep and laugh. And once she started she couldn't stop.

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Characters
Crewman Shylea L'Naym

Lieutenant M'Ress

Trisha Deerhorn

Description

A commission done for me by ginailustra

Scene takes place in my AU story New Start

A New Start: Pt 1(Discussion)
11/15/2258
Starfleet Headquarters
Office of Vice Admiral Christopher Pike
Admiral Christopher Pike gave a reassuring smile to the young man sitting in front of him.
"So, Jim, are you ready to head back out?"
Captain James T. Kirk took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, sir. I am."
"Do you have any preferences as to the type of posting?"
Kirk gave a slight smile."I definitely want a ship."
Pike gave a slight chuckle. "I figured that." He looked down at his PADD. "We have a couple of ships that need a new CO. First on the list, is the USS Triumph, our newest Constitution class. She's scheduled to launch early next year."
Kirk had flinched at the word 'Constitution class', and while Pike talked, his expression had steadily darkened. "I'm going to have to decline, Admiral," he said quietly bu firmly.
"I don't want anything like my former posting. I did what I needed to do with the Enterprise: helped stop Nero. But after what her crew did to me...anything even remot

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4/5/2259
Tali IV

The moment that followed, in the years to come, L'Naym would think back on as another that would change her life forever.

A scream ripped out from among the branches high overhead. Startled by the sound, she looked up.
Lieutenant Deerhorn was framed in one of the tree city windows, nine stories upward. She was leaning out from a broken banister, her normally calm face twisted into a mask of horror as she reached out.
A bundle was falling just out of her reach. L'Naym found herself wondering what the Security officer could possibly have dropped.

Then she saw the 'bundle's' flailing limbs…

She saw the stream of red hair…

She heard the terrified "Moooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And in that half second, time stopped.

Trisha!!!!

There wasn't time to think, only act.

L’Naym broke into a full sprint, eyes fixed on the tiny form plummeting toward the ground. Above her, Deerhorn was still screaming.

She hurled herself forward, both arms out. She caught just a brief glimpse of Trisha's face... before the child slammed into her with the force of a forging hammer, hurling her backwards and causing her to strike the pavement with a bone jarring thud, even as she clutched her catch tightly.

L'Naym found herself flat on her back, the pavement digging sharply into it, a small but warm weight on her chest and stomach and a mop of red curls over her face.

The weight on top of her moved. The three year old squirmed and lifted her head. Blood was gushing from her nose from where she'd hit L'Naym's chest and she’d bitten through her lip. She gulped a breath of air and began to whimper. Then her whimpers escalated into piercing wails.

Time returned to normal. Only then did L'Naym realize the enormity of what had happened. Only then did horror grip her and she begin to shake violently.

As she slowly sat up, arms still wrapped around the screaming child, she was dimly aware that Deerhorn had stopped screaming and was frantically calling Trisha's name...

Trisha…

Trisha was screaming…

She was dimly aware of the crowd forming around them.

Trisha was screaming…

Someone…Lieutenant M'Ress?… was telling her not to move and urgently calling for someone on her Comm…

Trisha was screaming…

*Shylea!*

She felt her lifemate frantically reaching out to her through their Bond, but while still onboard the Saratoga he was too far away to communicate more than his concern.

She reached back to him, trying to let him know that she was alright…

Trisha was screaming…

Trisha’s little face was smeared with blood…

L'Naym clutched the wailing child more tightly and began to both weep and laugh. And once she started she couldn't stop.

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Characters
Crewman Shylea L'Naym

Lieutenant M'Ress

Trisha Deerhorn