Lips pursed in thought when he explained that his people used alien tech. It wasn’t the first time she had seen it done. The ginger nodded her head walking closer to the gate. She wondered how it worked and what distance it could go but Amy knew it was too advanced for her understanding. “So 'ets like a puddle portal? Hm.” She spoke as she examined the ring closer. She let out a low whistle. “God the doctor ’d love this.” She giggled amused that it was her turn to have an adventure alone.

In most situations there would be some impatience, but Cyrus knew that would accomplish nothing and his companion at the moment couldn’t get them out of this predicament any faster if he snapped at him.  Centuries in a bottle had obviously taught him patience, that and he’d been good at it even as a mortal. How else could he have cheated so well in various card games?

“There is no need to apologize Data,” he softly said, smiling for a quick second before the pain returned. Of all the weaknesses to test out, they went with the cold.  The one he wasn’t overly familiar with and now that he was he hoped to never find himself in a cold climate.  How did humans withstand it?  It was agonizing.  “I admit, I am still a little confused at how you can figure everything out the way you do, but I appreciate you are trying.  A good many would think only of their own well being when it came to escape.”

Still, he did long for a way to distract himself from all of it.  Whoever these people were, he hoped once they got away to never lay eyes on them again.  “Will I be distracting you from the task at hand with conversation?  If so, I shall keep my silence.”

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Despite his fascination with everything around him, and this strange way of traveling from one place to another, Cyrus was always acutely aware of the reactions of his master at the time.  It was handy, to be able to anticipate what may happen next, not that he was always right but that particular moment he couldn’t help some panic rising within his mind.

Looking at Picard, his mind no longer on this strange technology, his smile faded a little.  “Have I said something displeasing?”  Try as he might, he couldn’t keep the worry from seeping into his tone.  “If the way I relate your technology in terms I can understand, at least until it is explained fully, is bothersome then I shall stop.  All you need is to say that is your desire, I do not mean to cause you concern.”  Cyrus knew the man probably didn’t realize how much control he had over a genie, which was something he may have to point out in a less vague way sooner rather than later.

The genie hoped it wasn’t that much of a bother, relating technology to magic, twisting the ring on his thumb as he waited for any response.  He wasn’t normally this nervous, but everything was strange and new.  There was no way to really be sure of anything, and the last thing he wanted was to be returned to his bottle for being perceived as an annoyance that was better off confined then dealt with.

Although he felt some reassurance it wouldn’t come to that, taking some comfort in the words he turned over in his mind as the lift came to a stop.  Perhaps he jumped to conclusions, Picard seemed to understand how he was trying to relate everything in ways he could understand for now.  That didn’t stop him from startling a little when the door slid upon; this was going to take some getting used to.

Obviously if introductions were happening, it wasn’t in that moment.  Cyrus glanced at the people in the room, a touch curious as one or two did not look human to him (then he looked human and was far from it as well).  The one acknowledged what Picard said, and the genie really hoped he had a name aside from Number One, but for now there was tea and he was rather looking forward to that.

Turning, he walked over to where Picard was waiting, figuring there was time enough to find out who everyone was.  First there was tea, and possibly a couple questions.  Or a few dozen.

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“Intruder alert! Intruder alert!” The droning voice of the Enterprise’s central computer joined the cacophony of the red alert siren as Spock got up from the conn to stride over to the science station. He pulled the chair back, Science Officer Marcus knew better than to protest when the Vulcan Captain was in one of his moods. With practice every member of alpha shift knew Spock’s moods. They were subtle—but they were there.

“Where?” Spock said coldly as his long fingers danced over the station that had been his for a very long time, through two captains, and many years. “The intruder is in my ready room.”

“I’ll order security to your read room, captain,” His first officer, Commander Uhura said.

“Good.” No thank you. He would save those for privacy. One did not show gratitude before an Imperial crew. It was a sign of weakness. Once a quartet of security officers came through the turbolift, he motioned for them to follow him to his ready room along the left side of the bridge.

“Identify yourself!” Spock barked as he came into the room, phaser at the ready. The man was older, bald, and wearing an unusual costume. It might be an uniform, but Spock could not be sure. “How did you get on board the Enterprise?”

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Eleven shook her head when Toriel asked if she was hurt. She was tired however. Her stomach ached letting out a low rumble at the mention of food. “You…are…nice.” she smiled patting a hand on the creatures chest, again feeling the warm fur. No one had offered her such niceties, nor held her in such a way that she felt nothing could hurt her.

Again Elevens hand reached to feel the bone when he explained he wasn’t human. She wondered why they were put together, hoping this wasn’t a test where she had to hurt anyone again. Or worse, he was here to harm her. Though, he did seem kind. A lot kinder than many she had seen in the laboratory. In the corner a table sat with a box of children’s toys. Walking over, the girl picked up a few blocks making them levitate in her hands. “Are…you…special too?” She asked struggling to get the words out.

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It had been a relatively quiet day aboard Destiny. Most of the crew worked silently keeping the ship running smoothly. Belle had been checking the diagnostics to see if there was anything to be done when she noticed something strange in a distant corridor of the ship. Belle’s nails tapped the screen pulling up the information to read that a valve had somehow managed to turn off blocking water to one of the shower rooms. 

She briefly told Park what she was doing and to inform Rush that she would be back shortly if he returned from his work before she did. Grabbing a walkie talkie, Belle headed deeper into the ship, following the map on a screen she carried with her. Once she was away from the crew Belle slowly realized how quiet it was, and how they really only occupied a small percentage of the ship compared to how much was available. As she walked occasionally she got a strange feeling on the back of her neck as if she was being followed. A few times she would pause to look back to make sure only to find an empty hall. 

When she found the valve, Belle examined it making sure she was turning it on properly until a noise caught her attention. “H-hello? Nicholas? Is that you?” She called into the silence waiting for a response.  

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“Oh no” she said straddling him quickly as she added some intense drama to her voice;”let’s run down the corridors naken, let’s make rough beautiful love against the walls and every door” she teased him before giving him a kiss.  “Would give the crew something to talk about no?” she asked as their kiss ended, a smiled dancing over her lips as she felt his beard against her hands and face.  “I like the beard…” 

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Scott didn’t hesitate to gather the child into his arms making sure to be extra cautious not to hurt her. He knew it wasn’t his place to reprimand Rush for picking a fight with someone as low as Simeon. Now, his job was to get El to TJ and make sure she was alright. He had never seen the child do more than lift the occasional cup or pen, nothing like this. It was like she had used all her energy. 

He nodded getting to his feet and moving to sick bay as quickly as he could while not injuring Eleven. He would have normally stayed back to make sure Rush made it alright, but he trusted the man to make it there despite a few broken ribs. 

TJ was organizing supplies when she saw Scott running to her with Eleven in his arms. “Oh my god. Matt? What happened?” she ran meeting him half way. Together they set her on the cot which only made her look smaller. TJ grabbed her stethoscope placing it on El’s chest. 

“Uh-I-I don’t really know. Um, Rush said he and Simeon got into a fight. He attacked Rush then she attacked Simeon.” Scott tried to explain quickly just as the soldiers brought Simeon’s still limp body and roughly tossed it on a cot across the room. They strapped his wrists down and stood guard in case he woke back up. “Rush should be right behind us.” Scott looked over his shoulder. 

“Well her heart rate is a little fast, but I won’t be able to tell more without running more tests.” Tj wrapped the stethoscope around her neck with a sigh of relief. “We should get a blood test while she’s out cold. If you’ll recall it didn’t go well the last time I tried.” 

Rush felt terrible, but he tried to force himself to go as fast as possible. El was hurt and it was all his fault. He never should have punched Simeon. Now El was hurt and he didn’t know what was happening to her or if she’d be okay. And it had all started from wanting to protect her. How ironic.

He turned a corner and bumped into Young, crying out in surprise and pain. “Rush?” the other man asked before taking in the way he was holding his ribs. He had heard Rush was hurt of course, but he’d assumed Scott would take care of him. Apparently not.

“Let’s get you to sick bay,” he stated, wrapping an arm around Rush. The scientist huffed a sigh.

“Tha’s where ah was headed,” he argued.

“Yeah, well slow down a bit, huh?” Young stated, using his grip on Rush’s shoulder to force the man to go slower. Because yes, the man was already trying to walk off as fast as he could manage. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep that up.”

“Better me than El,” Rush replied instantly. Oh. Rush blamed himself for her getting hurt. That make some sense.

“No, sorry but she will be devastated if you’re hurt, you know that? And getting to sick bay a few minutes sooner will not help her recover faster.” He was right of course, even if he didn’t like it. So he let Young slow him down.

“Fine,” he mumbled. It seemed to take forever but eventually they did make it there. “How is she?” Rush asked the minute they were in the room.

Scott heard Rush’s voice and turned to the man. “I was just on my way.” He told the him before turning to his commanding officer. “Sir,” He nodded helping him assist with Rush. “TJ says she is stable, just try and take it easy..” Scott answered Rush’s question finally. “We should really get you to a cot or something though. El’s already being looked after, right now you look more bruised up than either of them.” He half joked nodding at Simeon. 

TJ had just finished applying a bandaid on Eleven’s arm, thankful she stayed asleep long enough to get a sample. “From the looks of it she fainted from exhaustion. Other than that there is nothing physically wrong with her.” She explained covering the child with a warm blanket and placing a pillow under her head to make her more comfortable. Once she was sure Eleven would be alright she stepped away to examine Rush. “Okay I’m going to need you to explain to me what happened so I can fully understand how you’ve been injured. It’ll be difficult to tell without an x-ray, so every detail matters.” 

At that moment there was a soft sigh where Eleven laid. The child began to stir, gradually beginning to wake. “Mm?” Her face twitched a few times before her lids began to blink open. It took her a few moments to remember what had happened in the moments before it all went dark. When it all fell into place she shot up instantly with a gasp not quite sure where she was or who was with her. “Papa–Rush!? Rush!? ” It took less than an instant for her to correct herself the second she realized what she was saying in the half second it took to see TJ, Scott and Young in the room. The familiar green and black caught her eye making her attempt to get up before TJ scurried to stop her. 

“Easy, easy, there honey.” She spoke in a tender voice. “Don’t try to move just yet. Rush is okay, I promise, but both of you need to stay in bed until you’re better.” She tried to explain hoping that the idea of helping herself would also help Rush. Tears started to form in the child’s eyes when she found herself too overwhelmed with emotion to be able to confess with her limited speech. She ached head to toe, her head felt like it had been bashed in with something heavy, and yet she was still too concerned Simeon had done too much damage to Rush. Only to feel herself filled with guilt over letting herself go too far with attacking Simeon. 

She sat back on the cot covering her eyes to hide the tears as she cried. “So sorry.” Muffled words passed between her hands. “So sorry….so sorry…” Already she could feel the weight of her body held up by her weak and shaky legs. TJ was right about her getting up too quickly, El knew it, but she just leaned against the cot crying. “This is… my fault….” She confessed with a gasp between her sobs. If she hadn’t been messing with Simeon earlier this never would have happened. He had been so rude, El didn’t see any harm in having some fun at his expense. At first it was subtle things like making him trip over his own feet while walking down the hall or his drink spilling when he ate, but the more she understood what kind of person he was, larger things started happening, like the power in his bedroom suddenly being rerouted to hydroponics.

She had snuck into the Lucian’s quarters earlier that day to find a new way to mess with him but he had returned too fast and El had to run out of the room, dropping her doll behind. She had seen it in the hall during the fight and had put it together for herself that they were fighting because of what she had done. 

Scott heard Rush’s voice and turned to the man. “I was just on my way.” He told the him before turning to his commanding officer. “Sir,” He nodded helping him assist with Rush. “TJ says she is stable, just try and take it easy..” Scott answered Rush’s question finally. “We should really get you to a cot or something though. El’s already being looked after, right now you look more bruised up than either of them.” He half joked nodding at Simeon. 

TJ had just finished applying a bandaid on Eleven’s arm, thankful she stayed asleep long enough to get a sample. “From the looks of it she fainted from exhaustion. Other than that there is nothing physically wrong with her.” She explained covering the child with a warm blanket and placing a pillow under her head to make her more comfortable. Once she was sure Eleven would be alright she stepped away to examine Rush. “Okay I’m going to need you to explain to me what happened so I can fully understand how you’ve been injured. It’ll be difficult to tell without an x-ray, so every detail matters.” 

At that moment there was a soft sigh where Eleven laid. The child began to stir, gradually beginning to wake. “Mm?” Her face twitched a few times before her lids began to blink open. It took her a few moments to remember what had happened in the moments before it all went dark. When it all fell into place she shot up instantly with a gasp not quite sure where she was or who was with her. “Papa–Rush!? Rush!? ” It took less than an instant for her to correct herself the second she realized what she was saying in the half second it took to see TJ, Scott and Young in the room. The familiar green and black caught her eye making her attempt to get up before TJ scurried to stop her. 

“Easy, easy, there honey.” She spoke in a tender voice. “Don’t try to move just yet. Rush is okay, I promise, but both of you need to stay in bed until you’re better.” She tried to explain hoping that the idea of helping herself would also help Rush. Tears started to form in the child’s eyes when she found herself too overwhelmed with emotion to be able to confess with her limited speech. She ached head to toe, her head felt like it had been bashed in with something heavy, and yet she was still too concerned Simeon had done too much damage to Rush. Only to feel herself filled with guilt over letting herself go too far with attacking Simeon. 

She sat back on the cot covering her eyes to hide the tears as she cried. “So sorry.” Muffled words passed between her hands. “So sorry….so sorry…” Already she could feel the weight of her body held up by her weak and shaky legs. TJ was right about her getting up too quickly, El knew it, but she just leaned against the cot crying. “This is… my fault….” She confessed with a gasp between her sobs. If she hadn’t been messing with Simeon earlier this never would have happened. He had been so rude, El didn’t see any harm in having some fun at his expense. At first it was subtle things like making him trip over his own feet while walking down the hall or his drink spilling when he ate, but the more she understood what kind of person he was, larger things started happening, like the power in his bedroom suddenly being rerouted to hydroponics.

She had snuck into the Lucian’s quarters earlier that day to find a new way to mess with him but he had returned too fast and El had to run out of the room, dropping her doll behind. She had seen it in the hall during the fight and had put it together for herself that they were fighting because of what she had done. 

Moving forward she took a seat staying close to Rush. She looked at the food placed before her, eyes lighting up at the new and different food. It wasn’t gray or brown and wasn’t pureed into mush. Before she ate the girl scanned the people around her like she was gathering information. 

“Uh…h-hi there…” Eli cleared his throat as he spoke to the girl as he glanced between Young and Rush for some kind of explanation. The girl just glanced at him while a hand plucked a fruit from the plate. She sniffed it curiously before taking a small bite. Eyes shot wide and soon she started to stuff the fruit in her mouth with a crunch. 

“Someone’s hungry…” Chloe smiled at her a bit stiff, not sure how a child got on the ship. 

“So um…is this the important thing Greer was talking about?” Eli kept his eyes on Eleven as he spoke to Young, leaning towards the Colonel. “Weren’t we in FTL. No way the gate just opened. What’d she knock on the front door? ” He tried to joke. Briefly the girl looked up giving him an amused look. Chloe gave Eli a light kick under the table to get him to keep his mouth shut. 

Young had debated on whether he should sit next to the girl to keep others from doing so, or if he should go to the other side and sit next to Eli. He opted on sitting next to Eli, fairly sure he and Rush could keep anyone who attempted to come close away with carefully placed glares.

When he entered the data and the power transferred she gave a toothy grin. The kind of work she did here gave her much more satisfaction than the tests she used to do. Here she could actually help people. She was more than just a subject, she was part of the crew. 

However the joyous moment was short lived when the lights began to flicker and she felt the ship drop out of FTL. Panic washed over her when the screen went black and the lights continued to flicker until fully going out. El let out a worried noise similar to a whimper when they were fully cloaked in darkness. “I broke it…”