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Starr paced the length of her old room. It was so strange to be back here at her mother's house. Her room was just as she had left it. Textbooks neatly adorned the shelves, book of all kinds: Literature, Science, Biology, Physics. There were books of theory, books of space and books of time and dates. All these books had made her life for so many years. She had her friends, but no one was as constant in her life as her studies, her dreams, and her mother.
Studying her old dresser, her dark eyes fell on the collection of trinkets that she had treasured enough to keep aroound. A small jewelry box caught her eye. Adorned with gold and silver, crystals were set into the lid to accent the elegant writings carved along it's length. Her long thin fingers reached out and caressed the 'alien' scropt. It was one of the only memories of her father that she had left.
Her father had been taken from them so long ago. Starr had been four when the starship that her father had been on had been captured and overtaken by klingons. He was a linguistics analyst, accompanying the USS Celebran to Klingon Space Territory on a mission of diplomacy. Her father believed in a peaceful union between the federation and the klingons.
The Celebran was attacked by the klingons just over the border of their territory. Their motives were unknown but the starship had been compramised. The crew and passengers were lost.
They had been on Vulcan then, Starr and her mother. After the news was delivered, her mother moved them back to earth to teach at the Starfleet Academy. This jewelry box had been the last gift her father had given her. Hesitantly, she grasped the ornate box and crossed the room to her bags. Opening the biggest suitcase, she tucked it snuggly between her carefully folded uniforms. Yep, it was going with her.
Checking the clock, she took a deep breath. It was time to get her things down to the loading docks. This wasnt the first time she had been on assignment to a starship. Only twenty eight now, she had graduated in the top of her class in Starfleet and gone straight to the Legacy. The reassignment to the Enterprise was a promiotion of sorts....
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