Commander Werf stood on the bridge of his Klingon warbird. He proudly wore the sash displaying his rank. He happily accepted the promotion he received, as well as the mission.

He was given a small armada, only about seven ships, to help complete it. Completing the mission was probably the most important thing he'd do for his people, as well as his honor.

The small fleet dropped out of warp, to find the sparkling white ship that was the Enterprise. It was really a beautiful ship. He felt a small seed of awe grow from it's beauty.

But he gave the command to fire without hesitation. The torpedoes sped through the open space, then made impact near the lower decks.

The majestic ship shook as explosion after explosion caused more damage. Finally, he gave to order to cease fire, and ordered his second in command to hail the crippled ship.

It didn't take long for them to reply.

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Asonia was in her room when the attacks first began. She was knocked off her feet as explosion after explosion rattled the Enterprise.

She quickly opened her mind to the attackers, and froze. They were Klingons. And more specifically, ambassador Werf.

Acting quickly, she dug out the blue uniform she'd stashed in her bag. She undressed quickly, and slid the soft dress on. It still surprisingly fit perfectly.

She put her long hair into a ponytail, and wiped off the make-up symbols around her eyes and above her nose. She looked at herself in the mirror, and for a second, she choked back tears.

She looked just the same as when she was sixteen. Just more grown up. Asonia took a deep breath, and ran to the med bay to help Dr. McCoy.

When he saw her dressed like a doctor, he nearly had a heart attack. They were being attacked by Klingons, and she decided to do that now?

"Asonia, what are you doing?" He whisper yelled when she got close enough.

"They are looking for Asonia the empress." She whispered back, taking a medical PADD from a shelf. "Too bad I'm only Mary the doctor."

His eyes widened as he realized her plan. "You need to tell Jim."

She nodded, and made her way to the bridge. The explosions finally stopped, and the captain looked very relieved. Though, Jim caught on to her plan the second he saw her in the blue uniform. She looked way different with her hair up, and the lack of facial makeup. He knew they wouldn't recognize her, he barely recognized her as Asonia. All he saw was Mary.

She stood in Bones' usual spot, a PADD in hand. "Doctor Stern reporting for bridge duty captain." She said, and he nodded.

"Sir, we're receiving a hail. Should we answer?"

"Yes Uhura, full screen please."

The ridged face of Commander Werf appeared on the big screen, his dark skin and dark hair seemed to almost blend into each other as he smiled.
"Hello Captain Kirk. It is nice to finally meet you. I am Commander Werf."

"Why are you attacking my ship? We have done nothing to provoke the Klingon empire, and are nowhere near the Neutral zone. This attack is unjustified." Jim spat, anger deep in his bones.

"You are carrying some.... Cargo we want. Her name is Asonia, and she is the ruler of the Zindaki Empire. You give her to us, then our attacks will stop, and you can go about your business."

Some of the crew turned to look at their captain, anxious to know of his next move. That was when Pavel noticed Asonia. Except, she didn't look like herself. She looked like Mary. She gave him a look, and opened her mind to his. 'Don't blow my cover. As far as they're concerned, I'm Mary. Not Asonia.'

'First off, this is cool, and second off, goof plan.' He thought back, then he turned his attention back to the screen.

"I'm afraid you've got the wrong ship commander. Empress Asonia is not onboard my ship, and never has been."

"You lie!" Werf yelled.

"Such an accusation." Jim said, a daring smile on his face. "But you don't have proof she was or wasn't on my ship, and why do you want her anyway?"

Werf's face contorted in anger as his eyes grew red. She was on that ship, and he knew it. They traced that video call.

The Klingons' eyes then swept over the crew he could see. None of them caught his, not even the woman typing on a PADD behind the captain.

He knew they were lying. He could tell a trick when he saw one. "Prepare to be boarded. We wish to check for ourselves." And with that, he clicked off the call. Leaving everyone on the bridge with a sick feeling in their guts.

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To say the crew let them aboard without a fight, would be a lie. On nearly every single deck were firefights.

On deck seven, the one where the Med bay was located was worse than the rest. Klingons fired at security and ordinary crew alike with their disruptors, and even went as far as to fire weapons taken from fallen crew.

The dead or injured were scattered across the floors of each deck, some in pools of blood, others completely unrecognizable. It was a scene that made Asonia want to do nothing but turn herself in. To make the deaths stop.

But then the voice of reason would kick in, and she knew she couldn't do that. Her planet needed her, and she would be no good to anyone if she was a hostage. Or dead for that matter.

Fareilah stood to the left of her empress, and a security guard stood to her right. Phaser fire sounded not too far away, and all three of them took a deep breath.

Asonia checked her weapon, then looked over the corner. The Klingons were getting closer. Wicked smiles on their faces as they blasted the crew of the Enterprise to their deaths.

The security guard, a man with tan skin and a familiar face turned to them. His brown eyes held nothing but pure fear, and defiance. "Don't worry your Highness," he said, his voice slightly accented. "I'll protect you. Until my death if so be it."

She nodded, and placed a hand on his shoulder. The scream of a women being shot brought her back to the situation at hand. Within seconds, they were cornered, shooting at the bloodthirsty creatures desperately.

They were holed up in a supply closet, the guard closed the door, but he didn't relax. They'd find them soon enough.

"I never caught your name." Asonia panted, her hair falling from her ponytail. "If we're going to be fighting for our lives together, I might as well know your name."

The man turned to her, and for the first time looked her in the eye. He smiled a rueful smile, and looked down. "I know you remember me. I did something terrible to you once, and I regretted it since. I nearly took your life, and now, I offer mine in hope you'll forgive me."

Those words sent shivers down Asonia's spine. She recognized him. His warm Latino skin, his light brown eyes, his slicked back hair. She was looking at the face of none other than Zavier Sanchez.

"Zavier?"

His face turned red in shame, and he nodded. He'd changed since she last saw him. His eyes held a look that told a story. He'd not only became a better man, he'd became wise.

He regretted his past mistakes, and he learned from them a wisdom seldom found in people so young.

In two long strides across the small space, Asonia walked up to Zavier, and gave him a hug. He seemed shocked at first, but his surprise turned to happiness. When she released him from the hug, though, she slapped him in the face.

"That's for putting me in a coma, and breaking my ankle." She explained, and he chuckled. "I'm actually still mad about that. It clicks now."

The sound of shouting filled the air, and everyone jumped to action. The door to the closet whizzed open, and a Klingon with a deadly disrupter walked in. "Lookie lookie who I found!" He laughed giddily. He pressed a button on his weapon, and it began to whir as it collected power.

Fareilah pushed Asonia behind her, and Zavier pushed Fareilah behind him. Blocking the Klingons view of the young empress entirely.

He hefted the weapon up, just about to fire...... When the familiar whine of a phaser sounded outside the door, and the Klingon turned to a pile of ash.

Pavel Chekov stepped into the closet, his weapon at the ready. He lowered it slightly when he saw Zavier and Fareilah. "Vwhere's Asonia?" He asked, a little out of breath.

Asonia peeked out from behind her guards, and Pavel sighed in relief. "They've taken over decks five through eight, but the engineering decks have been left completely alone. We should take her there, and wait this out. That's the best chance we have." He told Zavier, and he nodded.

"Good plan, let's move out." Zavier took the lead, and Fareilah the rear. Leaving Chekov and Asonia in the middle.

The entire hall had been deserted, and the dead were everywhere. She felt tears slid down her cheeks as she walked. It was too much. If this was every floor, then who would take down the Klingons while they waited?

The lift opened, they walked inside. Within minutes, they were in engineering, and the steady sound of machinery calmed her beating heart.

They walked down many empty halls until Pavel stopped the group. They were by the entrance for the warp core. He knelt down by a console, and slid back a hidden door. The space inside was small, too small for Fareilah or Zavier. But just big enough for Asonia.

She crawled in, and pulled her knees up to her chest. "One knock if we're alright, two if there's trouble. Don't come out unless we knock three times, okay?"

She nodded, and Pavel slid the door shut. Leaving her in cramped, lonely darkness.

A/n
OOOO! Wonder what's going to happen next?!?!?!? What did you guys think about Zavier being back?

What about the attack? Will the Enterprise recover, and defeat the Klingons? Or will they take Asonia?

You're just going to have to wait to see!

~Clieo