Star Trek: Starfleet Cadets 1x02

Episode 1x02 – Something Trivial

‘Why do you bother with that book?’ Matthew said as he looked over his best friend’s shoulder and read ‘I have a dream’, written in large block letters. ‘Why would anyone want to read a three hundred year old book full of essays about racism?’

‘Why not?’ Steve replied dismissively and continued reading. ‘Besides, it’s for class.’

‘Don’t you find it hard to believe that humans today would oppress others because of something as trivial as pigmentation?’

‘Racism isn’t only about skin colour, you know,’ said Alex from behind her copy.

‘Am I the only one that thinks we are way beyond racism today?’ Matthew frowned. ‘Ok, people may have been prejudiced that way in the past, but what’s the point of reading a book about it now? Isn’t equality the entire point of the Federation?’

Alex dropped the pad on Matthew’s bunk and stretched her hands above her head, as if preparing for a mighty feat.

‘The Federation isn’t a utopia Matt,’ she started pacing around the room, ‘we may have moved beyond racism here on Earth, but you can’t expect to serve here, can you?’ She stopped pacing and smirked, ‘and besides, just remember the years of conflict with the Vulcans.’

‘That wasn’t racism,’ Matthew interjected. ‘They were holding us back…’ but before he even finished the sentence, he knew it was ridiculous.

‘And those pointy ears and arched brows had absolutely nothing to do with it…’ Alex laughed. ‘Not to mention suppressed emotions and superior intellect, physical ability and everything else? What a mouthful…’

‘Ok, ok, I give up.’ Matthew waved his hands dramatically in the spirit of surrender.

‘You better,’ Alex smirked. ‘And just admit it, whether it was a hundred years ago or five, the concept is still the same.’

‘Guys, do you mind?’ Steven looked up from his book, ‘I’m trying to read.’

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Starfleet academy, the largest non-commercial complex on Earth and only the second man-made object that can be seen from orbit, is considered by many to be the greatest achievement of mankind. It produces countless talents each year to join the best of the best in the United Federation of Planets: Starfleet.

With the recent threats of the Borg and Dominion, and the weakened state of the Federation, that need for excellence has become ever more dire. It will be up to the next generation to protect Earth, to protect the paradise that humanity has had over five millennia to perfect.

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‘… if you wrong us, shall we not….’

‘You know,’ Matthew interrupted him, ‘you guys have been talking about that book all day. Can you at least drop it at lunch?’

‘Ok ok,’ Steven laughed, ‘you know we’re just teasing you.’

‘Sure, and you’re loving every minute of it.’ Matt smiled as he got up from his seat. ‘The usual?’

‘Sure,’ Alex and Steve said in unison.

‘That’ll be…’

‘Three rootbeers?’ the Andorian bartender finished his sentence. ‘I’m getting tired of this so I’m going to say it very slowly and hope that that tiny brain of yours can actually function from behind that giant wall of cheek and would-be humour.’

Matthew’s eyes widened at the sudden outburst. ‘Ok, ok… sorry.’ He turned to Alex and Steve who both looked just as surprised.

‘Um, two tarkalian teas and a ractagino.’

‘What’s up with him?’ he shrugged as he passed the drinks to his friends.

‘Too many working hours?’ Alex suggested.

‘I guess…’ Steve muttered from behind his ractagino, but after taking only his first sip, the cup’s contents were all over the table. A red-haired girl that looked very upset had collided with him as she hurried to leave the cafeteria.

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled and only when she looked up, did they realize that it was Kajsa Johansson, the top student in their year.

‘You ok?’ Steve asked in an unusually soft voice.

‘Yeah,’ she smiled slightly. ‘Sorry for the mess.’

‘Its fine, really,’ Matthew added sympathetically. ‘Besides, I’m sure Steven doesn’t mind being hit by beautiful girls after all those gruesome aliens in his combat training.’

Steven gave him a scathing look, but Kajsa blushed slightly.

‘What’s going on?’ a tall broad-shouldered blonde cadet about their age had witnessed the accident.

‘Its ok,’ Kajsa smiled at him. ‘Just clumsy…’ she trailed off.

The cadet put an arm around her shoulder and the two left the cafeteria.

‘Who was that?’ Steve asked casually, but the way he followed the two out of the room gave him away.

‘Is that a hint of jealousy I see on my sensors?’ Matthew mocked him, but Steven’s glare told him to drop the subject. They were good enough friends to know when to draw the line.

Alex, on the other hand, great friend or not, didn’t have that kind of restraint.

‘I didn’t know you liked Kajsa,’ she shifted closer to him. ‘So, have you told her yet?’

He waited silently, hoping that Alex might take the hint, but already knew that he wouldn’t be able to put an end to this nonverbally.

‘I don’t want to talk about it ok?’ he said, a little more harshly than he intended.

‘Sheez,’ Alex shifted back. ‘I’m only kidding.’

Matthew decided to intervene before one of them would say something they’d later regret.

‘That was Niklas man, her brother,’ he put a lot of emphasis on the last word.

‘Oh,’ Steve muttered and gave Alex an apologetic look.

‘Want another drink?’ Matt asked, taking his elbow off the table and only realizing that he now had a large wet patch on his uniform.

‘No, thanks, we only have a couple more minutes left anyways.’

‘Ok, I’m going to change before I go to class,’ Matt said as he got up.

‘Don’t take too long,’ Alex said as she finished her tea and squeezed the ractagino from one of her sleeves. ‘You know how those guys at Command are about punctuality.’

‘Aren’t you gonna change?’ he laughed as Alex squeezed out more and more wet spots from her uniform.

‘No, I think the instructors down at Conn have resigned and realized that I’m never going to be a tidy and proper little miss,’ she gave him her best Barbie look and smiled innocently.

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Alex may not mind getting a couple minor …… , but if Matt wanted to aim high in Command, he knew that he had to keep his record as clean as…. So when he had to stop for the third time to wait until the corridor cleared up because of a brawl between first years, it did nothing to improve his mood. When he finally reached his dorm, he changed at the speed of light, but already knew that he would be late for class.

He ran as quickly as possible, and paced nervously as he waited for the tram to take him to the section where his class was, but a quick glance at the digital clock as he pressed the button for the door to open told him that he was almost ten minutes late.

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Alex slowly walked through the grounds towards the South Wing of the academy and laughed as people hurried to get to class in time.

So what if she came a little late? She knew that in the end, her decent exam results would far outweigh the couple of minor infractions, so why exert herself?

She reached the classroom a couple minutes late, but the helm expert from Japan just smiled at her as she entered and motioned towards one of the empty seats.

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Steve had reached his class five minutes early as usual and after finding a seat close to the holoboard, punched up the code on his datapad to bring up the appropriate books with plenty of time to spare.

He liked this class and it wasn’t just because it was his Science elective and only class he shared with Kajsa, who was a Science major. He looked over his shoulder to where she usually sat and was surprised to see a group of three Vulcans towering over her.

‘You are sitting in my seat,’ he heard the tallest Vulcan say in a matter-of-fact-ly manner, but the way he loomed over the little Swede didn’t seem right.

Steven turned his seat around just as the Vulcan repeated the sentence, this time raising his voice. He immediately got up.

‘What’s going on here?’ he said and the three Vulcans turned towards him.

‘This doesn’t concern you,’ the tall one said again. ‘The human is sitting in my seat.’

Steven was shocked at this kind of reaction. He had known Vulcans to give up their seats to everyone in the tram, always treat everybody with respect, help anyone in need, so this sort of confrontation was something completely unheard of.

‘Not keeping your emotions in check as much lately, aren’t you?’ he knew he shouldn’t have said it a fraction of a second too late and before he could react, two of the Vulcans grabbed his arms. The leader reached up to try and neck-pinch him, but Steven pushed hard on the floor and the upward thrust was enough for him to free one of his arms. He stepped sideways and in one swift motion, spun around to turn the last Vulcan’s grip on him into an arm-lock in Steve’s favour.

Kajsa let out a yelp as the leader pushed her off the seat.

‘Leave her alone,’ Steven shouted, but the moment of hesitation was enough for the Vulcan he held to pull free and elbow him in the face. He felt blood trickling down his face from his nose as he composed himself for another attack.

‘What’s going on here?’ the professor said as he entered the room.

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‘You are late,’ the Starship Command professor told Matthew as he entered the room.

‘Sorry,’ Matthew said, deciding that having to change because of a spilt ractagino wasn’t the best excuse.

‘See me at the end of the class.’

Matthew nodded and walked to the back of the class to find a free seat, kicking himself.

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Steven sat with Kajsa on the other side of the waiting hall, looking across at the three Vulcans he fought with. He knew he shouldn’t have let himself get into a fight, but who could have expected it from a couple of emotionless Vulcans?

Suddenly, the door opened and Matt and a Rigelian professor came in.

‘Sit,’ the professor said angrily and went into the counselor’s office, where Steven’s professor was already explaining what happened before class.

‘What did you do?’ Steven asked as Matthew sat next to him.

‘Came late,’ Matt shrugged, ‘what’s up with your nose?’

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‘That was a great class,’ Alex thought to herself as she made her way back to her dorm. After a short walk through the campus she opened the door only to find the dorm empty.

She jumped on her bunk and wondered where the others were. Steven usually came back to the dorm straight after class, but Matthew could have gone to the holo-suite, or did he have fighter training after school? She got up to check the roster above his bunk, but he didn’t have a session planned for that week at all.

She wondered whether Matthew would make Nova Squadron with all the training he did, but he never let them watch him fly, nor did he talk about how the training went. She was getting frustrated by the lack of conversation between herself and Matt. Besides friendly teasing and banter, no matter what she did, she couldn’t get him to ‘notice’ her.

She frowned when she remembered his latest conquest. How could she compete with all those beautiful girls? And besides, he’d always think of her as one of the guys. Not that she’d mind, but seeing him with all those girls didn’t make it any easier.

She left a note on the pad on the door and left for the gym.

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‘They’ve been there an awfully long time, haven’t they?’ Matthew said as he watched the time tick away on the clock above the door.

‘What are they doing in there,’ Steve wondered. ‘It’s a fairly straight forward matter. At least yours is…’ he saw the very worried look on Kajsa’s face and stopped.

‘I’m sure you’ll be fine,’ he told her sympathetically. ‘You had nothing to do with it.’

Suddenly the door opened and the two professors and counselor entered, a heated argument flaring between them.

‘Vulcans don’t fight,’ the Rigelian shouted stubbornly, ‘they must have been provoked.’

‘What do you care? Didn’t you come in here with that latecomer?’ Steven’s teacher said and gave him a look that said ‘don’t worry, I’ll handle this’.

‘I couldn’t overhear the bullshit you were saying in there. Do you really expect me to believe that three Vulcans started a fight with a single human?

‘Gentlemen, gentlemen,’ the counselor tried to appeal, but Matthew and Steven knew immediately that something was wrong. These teachers weren’t behaving normally. Come to think of it, many people had behaved strangely that day. The bartender, the first years in the corridors, the Vulcans, and now two professors?

‘You three,’ the human professor told Matthew, Steven and Kajsa. ‘You can go, make sure it doesn’t happen again. I’ll have nobody embarrass us again.’

Matthew wondered what he meant by the ‘us’, but wasn’t about to stand still and wait what happened next.

‘That was weird,’ he told Steven as they left the room.

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But weird didn’t seem to cover it. On their way back to the South Wing they saw two fights break out over completely stupid things. When they reached Kajsa’s dorm they were confronted by her angry roommate, who shouted at Kajsa because she hadn’t told her she’d come late and her coffee had gone cold.

Steven and Matthew invited the now scared girl to their own dorm, seeing as they had one empty bunk and couldn’t find it in them to leave her with that hysterical Bolian.

‘Everyone is behaving so…’ Matthew began.

‘Racist?’ Steven offered. ‘I’ve noticed.’

‘And it’s getting worse,’ Kajsa said from behind her datapad. ‘I started noticing it during lunch.’

‘So that’s why you were in such a hurry to get out of there,’ Steve smiled at her.

‘This definitely isn’t normal,’ Matthew was pacing across the room, ‘I mean if even the Vulcans have been affected.’

‘Wait,’ Steven interrupted him, ‘only the aliens have been affected. The Andorian bartender, Rigelian professor, Bolian roommate.’

‘That’s not true,’ Kajsa said with a frown.

‘Yeah, I’m sure at least some of the fighting first years were humans.’

‘And our Quantum Physics teacher is human too,’ Kajsa added.

‘But they didn’t start it!’ Steven had raised his voice without even realizing it.

Kajsa gave Matthew a worried look.

‘Oh my…’ Steven’s eyes widened. ‘Where’d that come…’ he sat on his bunk in silence.

‘Its ok Steve, just try to keep it in check,’ Matthew said encouragingly.

Steven took a deep breath and composed himself. He felt angry with himself again, but this time not because of a racist urge, he didn’t want to scare Kajsa like that again. Ever.

‘How come you guys aren’t affected?’ Steven felt weak, it wasn’t like him to lose control.

‘I don’t think it has anything to do with race,’ Matthew began pacing again, now that Steve had settled down. ‘I mean, the Vulcans seemed to be just as affected as the Andorian, and we all know how close and far respectively they have to letting their emotions flare.’

‘And Steven seems able to control it a lot better than our professor could and they’re both normal humans,’ Kajsa added much to Steven’s delight.

‘I do hope Alex is ok,’ Matthew said when nobody could think of any reason why the whole academy appeared to be suffering from the ‘racist plague’.

‘Is that the girl from the cafeteria?’ Kajsa asked, the disappointment hidden well in her voice. There was no way Steven could even notice her and her meter and half with that tall and athletic girl nearby. She never really minded that her brother get the ‘tall gene’ from her father, but boy did she feel short now…

‘Yeah, her name is Alexandra,’ Matthew laughed, ‘but you’ll do well never to call her ‘that’ when she’s around.’

Suddenly the door opened and Alex entered.

‘Speak of the Devil…’ Matthew began.

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Alex had enough of the bickering and was really looking forward to getting back to her dorm room, only to find Matthew there with another cute looking freckled redhead. That explained why he didn’t come back right after class.

‘Speak of the Devil,’ Matthew said and Alex came up with the best fake smile she could muster at a time when disappointment ripped through her like a phaser blast.

Only when he said, ‘You’ve met Kajsa before,’ did she notice that Steven was also in the room. Suddenly all that disappointment and pain washed away only to be replaced by concern for one of her two best friends.

‘What happened to your nose?’

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‘What’s going on?’ Admiral Andrews said, looking at the viewscreen showing conflict all over the academy. Some people were shouting and arguing, while others trading blows, but everybody seemed to be in chaos.

Students and professors alike seemed completely unable to control their emotions and got into racist tussles. A worried look spread across his face as his Tactical Officer notified him that factions of aliens were beginning to group together and attempting to reach Ops.

The Conn Officer turned on the intercom and tried to calm the crowd but it didn’t help. They appeared to be very angry that the leader of the academy was a human and that less than half of the staff were aliens. They were rallying alien students and their number was increasing greatly.

‘Hail Starfleet Command,’ he ordered, ‘Tell them to set up a quarantine around the academy. It seems that we have a psychotropic virus, probably in the air.

‘Sir, we are being hailed from one of the Dorms. Meyers, Johansson and a couple others.’

‘Put them through.’

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‘Sir, we think we know what’s going on,’ Matthew began.

‘I’m listening,’ the Admiral responded.

‘There is something in the ractagino sir.’

‘What?’ the Admiral asked in surprise.

‘The ractagino sir, everybody who’s had some has been infected.’

‘How do you…’

‘We started noticing the changes after lunch. Our professors were behaving strangely and fights were popping up everywhere.’

‘But how do you know it was...’

‘The ractagino? We aren’t sure, but the professors involved definitely drink the Klingon coffee, and then there’s Steve.’

Matthew motioned towards his friend who came forward so he would appear in frame.

‘I took a sip during lunch, before my cup got smashed,’ he interchanged smiles with Kajsa. ‘I could feel the effects, but it would explain why I could control the urge. I didn’t get a large enough dose.’

‘It’s definitely affecting creating a rift between humans and the other aliens.’

‘Thank you, Cadets, we’ll get the Science and Medical teams to get right on it. You’ve done really well here to stay calm and analyze the situation,’ he nodded at them approvingly. ‘Anything else?’

‘Yes, the good news,’ Alex beamed at him, ‘it appears that the effects are wearing off.’

‘I don’t feel anything anymore, the only problem is that I only had a small sip and it took more than an hour for it to wear off,’ Steven explained.

‘That could mean a couple hours, maybe a day for those that had a cup,’ the Admiral rationalized. ‘Excellent work. We’ll sort this out, you just stay put and try to avoid any conflict.’

The admiral gave them one last smile of approval and the screen went black.

After a few minutes of nervous pacing and staring at the door, they realized that it was much harder to ‘stay put’ than one would think.

Alex was looking outside the window across the park with Zefram Cochrane’s statue, wondering what was going on, when a giant crowd emerged from their block and made its way towards the South Wing. She called everyone to the window and they all looked in horror as another swarm of people appeared on the other side and got ready to confront it.

‘We’ve got to do something,’ Matthew exclaimed. ‘Is that Niklas?’

‘But we’ve been told to stay here,’ Kajsa said in a weak voice.

‘People are going to get hurt, your brother is there…’ Alex appealed to her.

‘I… I can’t…’ Kajsa collapsed on the bunk and covered her face.

‘It’s ok,’ Steve said softly, ‘We’ll go find him. Just stay here and don’t open to anyone.’

Kajsa looked at Steve and even though her eyes were already filling up with tears, managed to smile a ‘thank you’.

Matthew jumped to ‘command mode’ immediately and started delegating tasks.

‘Steve, we’re going to need those stun phasers you use in training,’ Steve nodded in acknowledgement.

‘Al, I need you to do the ‘computer thing’ and contact Ryan Moore. Hopefully, he’s one of those hiding and waiting this thing out, rather than in the ractagino loving bunch,’ she accessed the console and began hacking the system immediately.

‘I’m going to try and get Niklas. Either way, we all meet here in 0100 hours.’

He was just about to leave. ‘Oh yeah, if someone doesn’t return, forget everything and just stay here. We’re doing this to try and help a few people, not endanger even more.’

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Ryan sat in front of his console, forcing his way deeper and deeper into the Starfleet Academy computer. After an hour of frustration, the screen finally flashed and a plethora of cameras appeared. He quickly scanned over them and selected a few. He could see the mob of humans retreat back into the South Wing and prepare for combat.

The professors were barking out orders while the cadets ripped the entrance hall apart to create makeshift weapons.

Suddenly, he heard a beep and a symbol began flashing in the corner of his screen. Somebody was sending him a coded message through the main computer.

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Matthew pushed his way through the crowd. Thankfully, their racist animosity was all directed towards the aliens and he had no trouble going as he pleased.

Finally, he saw the back of a blond head that stuck out of the crowd. He smiled to himself. Being six feet tall was definitely a good characteristic when you were looking for someone.

‘Hey Nickie, Nick!’ he shouted as soon as he was in hearing distance.

‘What is it?’ Niklas barked.

‘I need you to come with me,’ Matthew tried.

‘Sorry, a bit busy right now,’ he said and showed Matt the spear he had made from a piece of glass and steel brace.

‘No, no… I’ve seen a couple Vulcans at the dorms. They’re attacking the human cadets over there.’

This seemed to grab his attention and he turned to Matt.

‘So? What are we waiting for?’

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It had almost been an hour and everyone but Matthew had returned. Ryan was sitting in front of the console with Alex, trying to squeeze out a little more information on the two sides. It seemed like the aliens had split up into two groups. One was trying to get to Ops and the other preparing for an all out battle with the humans.

Steve was trying to comfort Kajsa, who was on the verge of tears again, when the door finally opened and Matthew dragged in a tied up and gagged Niklas.

‘Sorry,’ he looked apologetically towards Kajsa, ‘there was no other way.’

‘What took you so long?’ Steve said as Kajsa rushed towards her brother.

‘Stuff,’ Matthew muttered.

‘So, what’s the plan?’ Ryan asked from the console.

‘The humans have retreated deeper into the building and have prepared an ambush for the aliens. I need you to do your magic and lower the security fields before the aliens reach the trap. They’re offline right now. One of the professors must have anticipated this and done something to them. Alex is going to go see if she can do something about that, while Steve and I will try to delay them as much as possible.’

‘Wait,’ Kajsa interjected. ‘You can’t just lower the fields. Those people aren’t thinking clearly, they could try charging them and hurt themselves in the process.’

Everybody else turned towards her.

‘I could reconfigure the fields so that they would stun whoever tried to pass through them.’

‘There’s a reason why she’s the top student in our class,’ Alex smirked.

‘Alright, go with Alex. Let’s do it guys.’

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Matthew made it sound so simple, but Steven knew they had nowhere near enough firepower to keep a crowd of over a hundred aliens at bay, but when he turned a corner towards the dining hall, he was met with a pleasant sight.

‘This took me so long!’ Matthew smiled as about twenty people from his usual crew during simulated command operations walked over and picked up stun phasers.

‘Ok guys, makes sure your setting is on the lowest level, we don’t want to hurt anyone any more than is absolutely necessary.’

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‘What’s taking so long?’ Ryan said nervously as he watched Alex and Kajsa tamper with the field generator.

He heard a soft rustling from behind, but a quick glance reassured him that Niklas was still firmly tied down, but the moment he turned back to the screen he felt a sharp blow to his head and the last thing he heard before he passed out was: ‘take that you prosthetic freak.’

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‘Ryan?’ Alex spoke into the intercom.

‘Ryan, we’re done,’ Kajsa repeated.

No response.

‘C’mon, hurry…’ Alex shouted to the redhead and quickly ran back to the dorm.

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‘We need those fields,’ Matthew shouted as phaser fire surrounded him. The aliens were charging across the park separating the two wings of the academy. They realized that the minimum setting, though enough to knock out an average teenager, was nowhere near to strong enough to knock down the three times as strong and agile Vulcans.

‘Matt,’ Steven, who had taken charge of the combat tactics, called out from behind a overturned table. ‘Take half and retreat back into the building. We’ll hold them up a while longer, and then come after you.’

‘Either way, if those fields don’t kick in sometime soon, it doesn’t matter. They’re almost on top of us.’

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‘Open the door,’ Alex screamed and punched in the access code yet again.

‘If we don’t get in now, they’re going to run over them like a stampede,’ she said to Kajsa. ‘We’ve got to do something.’ There was desperation in her voice.

‘Nickie, please, open the door,’ Kajsa cried. ‘Please let me in.’

‘You’re helping them, helping the aliens,’ they heard him reply. ‘Traitors.’

‘Niklas, I know you’re in there somewhere. Steven could fight it and so can you. Just try.’

‘What’s there to fight? There’s nothing wrong with me.’ Niklas laughed from behind the door. ‘There are plenty of aliens, nobody’s going to miss a few.’

‘Niklas?’ Alex shouted in a last effort. ‘If you don’t open the door I’m going to shoot your sister.’

She held her breath, but no reply came.

‘Don’t make me do this,’ she tried again.

Suddenly the door opened, but to their amazement, Ryan stood over a collapsed Niklas with a datapad in his hand.

‘It looks like your threat really hit him bad,’ Ryan laughed as the two girls came in.

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Steven ran through the corridor, two Andorians on his heels when something yellow flashed before him. Before he could stop, he passed through the barrier and passed out immediately.

When he opened his eyes he was sprawled across his bunk with a worried Kajsa sitting next to him.

‘Hi…’ he said softly.

‘Hello sleepyhead,’ she smiled nervously.

‘What’s going on, where is everyone?’ he asked.

‘We did it, the big groups are separated and we’re just waiting for the effects to wear off. The others have gone out to help the Starfleet personnel and brief them on what’s happened.’

‘Why aren’t you with them?’

‘What? Uh…’ she paused to think. ‘I have to watch my brother, he did some stupid things when he was affected.’

‘Right,’ the man in question said from the other side of the room, ‘and she’s doing it from over there. You figure.’

Steven wanted to laugh, but he was too tired and the world around him blurred again.

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When he came to again, he was greeted by Matthew and a beaming Alex.

‘You feeling alright?’ Alex asked, still unable to remove the broad smile that was plastered all over her face.

‘Yeah, fine…’ he muttered.

‘I’ve just been debriefed by Admiral Andrews,’ Matthew told him as he slowly sat up, his head still throbbing from being knocked out. ‘He commended all of us for our great work,’ he paused for effect, ‘and told us that if we ever tried anything like that again, he’ll be sending us home in a heartbeat.’

The three best friends laughed for a healthy couple of minutes as they recounted the day’s events.

‘So, you still think all this stuff about racism is pointless?’ Steven teased.

‘Excuse me?’ Matthew gave him an innocent look and punched out ‘I have a dream’ on his datapad.



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