#star trek prodigy fanfiction

[elephant-in-the-pride-parade]

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I think this will end up being several sentences but in my rough draft it's all one. The start of my Cohen fic...

Rok avoids teaching herself to tell time until 9 minutes and 45 seconds have passed - until it actually finally feels like there's an end in sight: she teaches herself mechanical engineering and warp physics and so much math; differential equations, fractions, T'Plinian geometry; she learns what she must about temporal mechanics, but at all costs, she avoids any lessons about telling time - not even the basic unit of a stardate - otherwise it would be impossible not to count how many days of awareness go by before a single second ticks past on the clock (too many).

[jeandejard3n]

STAR TREK: PRODIGY | Ambient Music

[frostymj]

I wanted to do more for Prodigy Celebration, but I'm having some creativity block right now.

But there was a short story I posted to the Discord some time ago, but haven't posted anywhere else. I thought today might be a good day.

Minor mentions of hunger, imprisonment, death, not graphic. Just a conversation shortly before Lost & Found. I tried to imagine the scene of Dal first telling Gwyn about the Window of Dreams. Good ending.

Prisoner Dal R'El grunted with determination as he climbed the metal walls of his detention cell on Tars Lamora. Close enough to the ceiling, he pushed himself to reach out, and was successful this time at grabbing hold of the ventilation grate.

He wasn't known for being the strongest kid by far, but he was agile enough to pull himself up to peer through the wire mesh to the fan mechanism inside, to see if the ventilation shaft was big enough for him to possibly squeeze through.

"The vent pipe is only 10 centimeters in diameter. You're not that skinny."

Realizing he'd been caught, Dal shot his attention to the voice outside the cell.

Gwyndala, the prison warden's daughter, stood casually with her arms crossed, amused by his antics.

Dal let go of the grating and landed heavy on his feet. "Gwyn! What brings you all the way down here..." He stepped toward the opening, careful not to get shocked by the force field, so he could see if anyone else was with her. "...with no watchers?

Gwyn sighed. "Just thought I'd see how you're doing so far. Figured maybe this could help." She pulled a honey lychee from her concealing robes and placed it through the passthrough. She knew it was his favorite, and watched as Dal's eyes widened, but he tried to act casual as he took it and bit.

"How long has it been now?", he mumbled through chewing.

"Three days."

"Hm. Could've sworn it's been four." He sat cross legged on the floor. "But, you know, brain gets fuzzy without food or water after a while."

"Five days detention. You know the rules for trying to escape. Just like last time, and the time before that." It was a grueling punishment. Some didn't survive it. But Dal was particularly resilient. She couldn't help but add "still better than where you would've wound up if you hadn't been caught."

"I would've figured something out," he gave his usual protest.

"You hid in the chimerium loading car, about to be dumped into smelting. It would've roasted you. How would you figure that out?" She was hoping a challenge would prompt him into telling her his next move.

But he just chuckled. "C'mon Gwyn, where's your sense of adventure? Oh that's right, it got locked away in these dungeons along with the rest of us."

Of course she bristled at his attitude, but she couldn't deny part of her was drawn to the truth of his words. Something she was starting to realize she wasn't getting from her father.

"All you have to do is keep your head down, and you'll survive." She tried not to sound too concerned for his safety, but she was.

He paused before his next bite and shot a piercing look up at her. "You know your father's going to work us all to death in these mines anyway. What difference does it make?"

Gwyn closed her eyes. Again, he was right. Her heart ached for all of them.

"But I know that's not going to be me."

She scoffed. "How do you know that?"

Dal pondered down at the half eaten lychee for a few quiet moments.

His voice was more gentle when he spoke. "Have I ever told you about the Window of Dreams?"

When they first met, she wouldn't have expected such softness from him. But over their conversations she had caught glimpses of a tenderness underneath his bravado and biting sarcasm. "What is it?" she asked.

"It's a pulsar cluster. The most beautiful nebula." He gazed up at the walls of his cell, but he wasn't looking at them. His wistful smile told her he was back on the ship, gazing into the stars.

She was stung by the longing to be out there too.

"Waves of vibrant red and wisps of blue, with a heavenly white light at the center. And they emit an electromagnetic resonance that makes the hull of the ship sing like a choir of angels."

Gwyn leaned her shoulder against the door frame outside the cell, and lowered herself to the floor with him to listen.

"They say if you gaze into it long enough, you can see your future."

"And what did you see?"

He shifted closer to lean against the door frame himself. They were now separated only by the force field between them. He closed his eyes to remember the moment, still smiling gently. "Adventure,.. freedom,.. safety,.. family,.. love..." his voice tapered off.

Gwyn considered him quietly with a smile of her own. She wouldn't have guessed he dreamed of such sentimental things with such reverence.

"...that's how I know I'm getting out of here," he finished with renewed confidence, finishing the lychee.

She wanted that for him. She couldn't help but admire the courage of holding onto that hope.

With nothing edible left, he put the core of the fruit back through the passthrough "What about you?"

She was caught off guard and again looked up to see his bold eyes imploring gently into hers. She had never felt so connected to anyone than in that moment.

"What are your dreams?"

Gwyn blinked back to reality when she realized no one had ever asked her that before. "...I don't know," she felt a little embarrassed as she answered sadly. She half expected him to laugh at her lack of life experience. But she only saw a sympathetic smile. He wanted more for her too.

The moment was interrupted when the familiar clacking of metallic feet, and the chittering of approaching watchers on patrol startled her. Drednock must have noticed the surveillance cameras offline.

By the time the robots had rounded into the corridor of detention cells, they spotted the Diviner's Progeny standing over the prisoner.

"I suggest you think carefully about your insubordination," Gwyn coldly chastised him. "We won't be so generous next time." She abruptly turned to leave, but not without sneaking a sorrowful glance at him. He countered with a knowing smirk as she walked away. She was forced into this role, as trapped as he was.

---

It was some months later Gwyn stood at the windows lining the ready room of the USS Protostar.

Acting Captain R'el walked up from behind to join her. They both gazed out to the stunning sight of the Window of Dreams, singing it's glorious song against the ship's hull all around them.

"What do you see?" he asked.

She gently started crying with happiness as she took his hand in hers and leaned into him. Nothing separating them anymore.

Adventure,.. freedom,.. safety,.. family,.. love...

[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Sometimes you, as a writer, just wish you would be able to draw so you could be able to draw your own OCs.

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[bluebird-writing]

Regrets

Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager and Star Trek: Prodigy

Rating: General Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Janeway/Chakotay, Janeway & Zero

Summary: “Admiral Janeway and the crew of the USS Voyager-B finally rescue the lost crew of the Protostar, but Chakotay is close to death, to the devastation of Janeway. She and Zero have a heart-to-heart conversation.”

[savameh]

I’m officially hyperfixating on Star Trek: Prodigy and the lack of fan content for it is infuriating

[sri-fanfic]

Random ST fanfic idea

83. A Vulcan youth being introduced to human music as part of their studies:

"Father, why is this human singing about their failed relationship with another person and hoping that it gives them hell, and why is the human mythological afterlife judgment location being referenced in this way?"

An exchange between two Vulcan teens away from adult supervision:

"Listen to this human music known as Rock and Roll. It is strangely compelling in spite of lacking in logic." "My parents do not consider it a prudent use of my time to include in my studies. However, it is intriguing do you perhaps have further examples of this human genre of music?"

A Vulcan family living on Earth:

"I have been invited to play an instrument in a garage band; Orrin tells me I have mad skills." The Vulcan teen guitarist in question rocking their skills on the electric guitar without any of the usual head banging just impassively and calmly adjusting their fingers to pick out a complex series of chords, and the Vulcan youth just goes along with it because while humans are strange illogical creatures, he finds the mathematical arrangements of the notes aesthetically pleasing when they manage to be in tune.

I have another post regarding this idea from Cal that I'll include at some point...

[ichayalovesyou]

Oooo ask for Pike, how about pike and a non human (preferable gn or male please :) ) reader and how they would try and communicate if the universal translators go down whilst stuck in a turbo lift together? :D

Oooh what a FUN concept! 🤩 I’ll do my best! I got really creative when I heard the word “alien” I hope you like it!

Color Coded (Platonic Pike x Reader)

Rating: E for Everyone!

Word Count: 1.1k

Content: SFW, Ops!Reader, Alien!Reader, Cadet!Reader, GN!Reader, budding friendship, author OG alien race, minor concussion, reader saves the day!, shenanigans, general cuteness (with stakes!)

Teaser: The language of your people is unique, even amongst Federation worlds. So much so that you need to have your own personal translator on hand. Sure would be a shame if a freak turbolift accident broke it or something!

It had been a long day of recalibrations and catching up on redundancy checks, but the Enterprise was back in peak condition. At least now you could finally go relax in your tank.

The turbolift doors whisked open hardly two floors after you’d started.

“Bridge.”

You straightened as much as your petite cephalopodic frame could manage, it was the Captain! A human you had only seen but had yet to meet!

“Oh! Hello Cadet! I’m Captain Christopher Pike. I apologize that I wasn’t able to meet you in person when you came aboard. I had some unexpected diplomatic duties on Starbase One.”

“No worries sir! I know you’re very busy!” You scented into your personal translator, turning dark blue then pink with humility and a little intimidation.

“Still, I try to make sure I get to meet everyone who comes aboard, especially someone as historic as you. You’re Starfleet’s first Prismatican correct? Your people communicate through color and olfactory sequences, unique even by Federation standards. How’s that personal translator working for you?”

“Quite well sir! Cadet Uhura and I have begun programming a software workaround that will hopefully allow me to patch into the universal translat-“

VOOM!

The turbolift froze in its tracks with a violent force that knocked the power out, and both of you off balance! You went flying and instinctively clung to the wall. The captain wasn’t so lucky, you heard him slam against the side of the lift with a grunt, and the sound of delicate metal crunching.

“Oh no.”

Unless the Captain was hiding a delicate piece of scientific equipment in his pocket, you could only guess what his unexpected dive had broken.

This was going to be a problem.

“Unh, are you alright Cadet?”

In the darkness you had no idea what he just said, you couldn't see him. You only felt movement, and with your scent resynthesizer crushed, you’d have to rely on lip reading. Thank goodness you took Federation Standard at the academy! But there was just one issue, it was pitch dark in here!

You skittered toward the where you knew the emergency switch was but the power came back on right as you reached for it, or where you had thought it was, turns out you were on the ceiling!

It seemed the Captain was surprised to find you there, he winced at the light. You tried to make yourself useful and open the ceiling hatch, but it was dented shut. You looked down and noticed something even more worrying, Captain Pike was bleeding!

You let go and landed right in front of him, turning red and trying to say ‘blood’ or at least scent it, not that you knew what human blood smelled like until just now.

“Ok, why… why do you smell like copper? What are you trying to, oh.”

Pike grazed his temple and noticed the red streak across his fingertips.

“Whelp, that explains why I was having such a hard time getting up. Is the turbolift actually tilted or… or is that just me?”

You tilted yourself to indicate that the turbolift was in fact almost sideways. The Captain nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose before reorienting himself towards the communications panel with a little help from you.

“We gotta talk to engineering, they’ll be able to get us out of here in no time.”

You sensed he was trying to be reassuring but you barely caught what he said, he wasn’t exactly looking at you. How were you going to tell him you could read lips? Would he even remember? He didn’t seem to be feeling too well.

“Engineering this is Captain Pike, status report?”

No response.

“Engineering, status report, what the hell happened out there?”

Still nothing.

“Captain to Bridge, Number One is everything alright?”

Captain Pike swallowed hard, Humans may not change color (much) when they were upset, but there were other ways to tell.

Hoping nothing bad had happened, you realized there was another possibility. You removed the cover panel of the communications hub. Ah! Just as you thought! The impact the turbolift took jostled some of the relay chips free.

It’d be an easy fix, if you had humanoid digits like the rest of the crew. Lesson learned, never leave your accommodations in Engineering!

You were going to have to show the Captain how to do it for you. You tapped the Captain on his shoulder, gesticulating to the chips.

“Ok, got it, how do we fix this?”

You turned orange then yellow, orange chip, yellow wire. Easy right?

“I don’t, I don’t follow.”

Apparently not.

You reminded yourself to be patient, he was your superior officer, and also, he hit his head pretty bad. Which couldn’t be good for somebody whose bones were on the inside. Human biology was so strange.

You pointed to the loose chip, and then to the wire, turning orange, then yellow again.

“Oh! Sorry, uh, I think, I miiiight have a concussion. Don’t worry though, I’ll be fine.” He grinned half-heartedly as he followed your directions.

You didn’t really believe him. But at least you knew what the thing that was wrong with him was called now! Maybe you should’ve taken a first aid course, fixing humanoids couldn’t be that different to fixing machines, right?

This process went on for a few minutes, there were a couple moments where he scared you a little by taking a while to respond or having to lean on the wall for a minute, but it got done. Wanting to be as much help as possible you pressed the comms button for him.

“Una…”

“Captain! Oh my god we’ve been looking all over for you, are you alright?!”

“I’m fine I- ugh, smells like battery acid, what’s wrong? Are you angry with me?”

“I’m sorry what was that Captain?”

“Okay, okay, okay I’m sorry. I might have a mild concussion, our new Cadet and I are trapped in a turbolift, hatch is damaged shut, not sure where we are…”

Oh no he'd zoned out again! You tapped the Captain on his leg, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Captain? Chris?”

“What?”

“Don’t worry Chris, we’ll send someone to get you. I’ll fill you in on what happened AFTER you go to sickbay alright?”

“…Alright”

You turned off the comms, ushering the Captain to sit down, he did so heavily.

“Guess it’s time to sit tight, you did, ow, you did good Cadet. Especially given the circumstances, sorry about that by the way, I’ll… somebody'll fix it. Hope I can return the favor.”

You turned bright yellow, it sure felt nice to be appreciated!

“Oh, okay, that’s minty, I’m guessing that means thank you?”

You know what? Close enough!

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[elephant-in-the-pride-parade]

WIP BIG BANG 2023 Done

Story Title: The Universe to Mend Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager, Star Trek: Prodigy, Star Trek Novels (Beyer) Link: AO3

Summary: A few years after the events of the books Eternal Tide and A Pocket Full of Lies, a grieving Q teams up with a temporally displaced Kathryn Janeway and resurrects Hologram Janeway and the USS Protostar in order to investigate the reappearance of the universal crisis that killed his son. But when they discover the Krenim Imperium, Kathryn’s most terrifying adversary, are behind it, will these two displaced Janeways and one exiled Q be enough to stop it? Warnings: torture, child loss, canonical character death, smut Characters: Denzit Kathryn Janeway, Hologram Janeway, Q, Mollah Janeway, Maquis Chakotay, Lady Q, assorted Voyager characters. Pairings: Denzit Kathryn Janeway/Q, Hologram Janeway/Maquis Chakotay

When I Started: This idea crept up on me earlier this year and before I knew it I had 8,000 words comprising a solid beginning and a solid ending, but no idea how to thread my way through the middle. How I Lost My Shit: This stagnated for a time early on, as aside from one direct message thread with @theredheadedcaptain who generously indulges my flights of fancy, I knew it wouldn't have the usual incentive - reader engagement - to bring me to the finishline. The fact that it was shaping up to be another near-novel length story was similarly daunting. I plucked away at the structure of it here and there and wrote the key scenes that caught my attention most, but with life as busy as it currently is, I needed something to really light a fire under me if I was going to actually write the thing in full. How I Finished My Shit: entering the @wipbigbang and having a deadline gave me the push I needed. I made a writing schedule for the first time ever. I used the average word count of my finished chapters to game plan how much time i would need to write the others, then i threw that out the window when five chapters in a row clocked in at over 5K. Writing sprints with writing friends also majorly helped me meet my goal. I had to revise my due date once, and wound up posting the last four on a plane where it was still my posting date where I had started, but borderline not my posting date when I landed. It was a nail biter, but now it is all posted and I couldn't be happier with the journey this story took me on! So shout out to @wipbigbang for providing the deadline-motivation that got me to the finish line.

[jeandejard3n]

Star Trek TNG Ambient Music

[unknownfaceless-ds9]

Reasons why I would never be able to serve under Captain Picard ( aside from the fact that I'm stupid): I don't read fancy books. Like, being german, he would probably expect from me to read Göthe or Schiller or something like that, like no man. I'm old enough to get in jail, buy alcohol and get my drivers licence and the only thing I'm constantly reading is a) children books because they're cute and wholesome and you have a good chance that you get a happy end b) shitty teenager books because they're mostly well written but they're also a bit more mature than children books and c)Fanfiction because there is not enough content with the characters I love. Picard would literally take one look in my ao3 history and would be like "get that thing away from me as far as possible"

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Lost Worlds (A Star Trek Prodigy Fanfiction)

Chapter one: Lost and Found

??? POV:

Clang

Clang

Clang

That was the sound of slavery. The sound that woke up every life form on this planet. The sound that would never end. I would know. I’ve lived here for basically my entire life. Everything before I arrived here was a blur that I couldn’t piece together. After a while, I just gave up on trying to figure it out. I’ve accepted this fate of eternal work, not knowing who or what I was beforehand.

Who am I? Well, I’m just a simple girl, who has hardened over years of toil on this retched planet, with not even the slightest glimmer of hope. From what I have heard, I am a human, a quite common species in the galaxy. Although I had never met another one on this planet. I suppose I’m just not as lucky as others are. 

To be honest, I don’t even know my own name. I was taken at such a young age, I doubt I was even given one. But it’s not like I needed a name in the first place. The language barrier prevented me from  talking to anyone anyways.

So in the end, I’m just a nameless girl, in a never ending blur of work, eat, sleep, and repeat, never talking to anyone, never questioning anything, and never once toying with the idea of hope. 

Well, except for today.

~~

The elevator shook as it descended down into the deeper caves of the planet. Everyone inside the crowded transportation vehicle awkwardly shuffled in their spots as the silence that enshrouded them caused a thick tension to arise. Suddenly, a screen in the front flashed on, showing warnings and the dangers of the deep caves. Falling off cliffs, getting squashed by boulders, and many more gruesome deaths. Then, it visualized a few images of a buddy system. A fancy little blue electric wire that connected two people together to prevent some of these accidents from occurring, from holding up your partner from falling off a cliff, to keeping them anchored to the ground if they were blown off the ground by a thermal geyser. A click sounded, and I gazed up at my partner. A scaly creature, with slitted golden eyes, and a wide, toothy mouth. I stared into its eyes, trying to figure out what to do next. 

Suddenly, the elevator slowed to a stop. Dangling handles dropped down from the ceiling. I attempted to reach up to grab one, but I fell just short, fingers barely brushing the solid material. I furrowed my brows, until I felt a heavy weight wrapping around my shoulders. I snapped my head at my partner, who gripped my shoulders tightly in its webbed grip, holding me steady. I nodded, unsure of how to feel about this act of kindness, and then we plunged down. 

“AHHHHH!” I startled at a boy, who screamed, as we zoomed down into the darkness. He had purple spotted skin, grayish hair, and a strange tail looking thing dangling out from behind his head. I noticed immediately that he was hugging something tight to his chest, and not gripping the handlebars. He was around my height, so he probably couldn’t reach it anyways. Poor kid. 

We all but dropped onto the ground with a shudder, and then, the doors slid open. Everyone filed out, and turned down through several breaking off tunnels. I let out a sigh and glanced up at my partner. It seemed to already know what it was doing, as it dragged me along down one of the tunnels that winded away from the main entrance. Not too far ahead, were another pair. I squinted, noticing it was that short boy from earlier in the elevator. What a coincidence.

With a driller in hand, I began to mine away at the rock, hoping to find crystals of use. My partner got to work too, but it seemed distracted by something. Or someone. I followed its gaze to another pair of partners we were mining near. The one with the short purple boy. He seemed to be paired with a large red rocky alien. They began fighting, and the language barrier didn’t seem to help. The rocky alien approached the boy, and somehow, for some reason, the purple one fired the drill up in the air, lasering at the cave ceiling above us. I caught my breath in my throat as I watched the ceiling above crack, but then settle down from the disturbance. The rock creature then stomped away, but then the boy…. Threw a rock at it. I blinked in confusion. Why did he throw a rock at it?

In anger, it whirled around, stomping up to the boy, but then the ceiling cracked again, and we all snapped our heads up. The cracks on the ceiling grew, before speeding down to the ground. I covered my face with my arms, knowing full well that it wouldn’t save me.

Clunk 

Fzzzzz…..

And then I was falling. I rolled down and bumped harshly onto a surface.  Meekly, I peered out of my arms to see what was going on around me. 

The first thing I noticed was the incredible amounts of chimirian crystals down here. It could buy an entire ship several times over! The next thing I noticed, was that I was short a partner. I looked down at my leg, and realized that the connection had been severed, most likely by a boulder smashing down and destroying it. The third thing I realized, was that there was an entire ship down here in these caves. I gazed up in awe at it. A warm glimmer of a feeling sparked in my chest, but I couldn’t tell what it was. It felt….. nice. Taking a hesitant step forward, I saw the other two here as well, making their way to the ship. I picked up my pace to catch up to them. As I paced beside them, the boy smiled and waved at me, and I hesitantly did the first, and waved back. We walked up the ramp, and the purple boy-whom I had just noticed was significantly shorter than me- ran his fingers along the door. It jerked up, opening slightly, as we all bent down to peer into it. The rock creature taking it upon itself to hoist the door up the rest of the way, to clear a way for us forward. And that’s what it did. I gazed around myself in awe. We all walked through the halls of the ship in silence, before we reach the cockpit. At least, that’s what I think it is. 

I walk over to what seems to be a panel, although now it isn’t on, so I’m not too sure. I tap it a couple times, but nothing happens. Then, all of a sudden, everything roars to life. I whip my head to the rock creature. It was holding its hands up.

“What did you do? What did you press?” I startled at the sound of the purple boy’s voice. He could speak my language this whole time?

“I didn’t press anything!” Came an awfully young female voice from the rock creature. Huh? It’s a she? And I know she couldn’t have spoken my language before. What’s goin on? I furrowed my brows at all of the questions. “I…. I understand you!” 

The boy shouted, glee evident in his voice, “and you’re not a big fella, you’re… you’re a….”

“What?” The girl asked, clearly irritated at what she knew was going to come out of his mouth.

“Not what I thought.” The purple one laughed

“What’s your name?” 

“Dal.”

“Rok-Tahk.”

“Excuse me?” The short one asked.

“My name is Rok-Tahk,” the young girl explained.

“Nice to meet ya, kid.”

They both turned towards me, waiting. Just as I opened my mouth, the door behind us hissed open, revealing an odd robot, with an odd pink-blue swirl inside.

“I see you finally found this ship. Just the way out you were looking for,” it said. By its voice I couldn’t tell if it was a male or female. 

“You’re….. Fugitive Zero,” The short boy- now appointed as Dal- gasped. 

“He’s a…. robot?” Rok-Tahk questioned.

“Not a robot, nor a he or she. I am Medusan, an energy based life form,” Zero explained. A soft ‘Oh’ came from the others as Zero continued,”I built this containment suit because if any corporeal being were to lay eyes on my true self, you would go mad.”

“You built that…. Really?” Dal sniggered.

“Try to build one without any hands,” Zero huffed, “I think I did a fine job.

“Why are you following me?” I was thrown off by Dal’s question. Zero was following him?

“You are a curious one, Dal R’El,” Zero began.

“I used to have such hope. But then I was captured like everyone else.

I was forced to do terrible things. They used me as a weapon.

But I managed to escape.”

I didn’t know how I felt when Zero told me their story, but I didn’t like it. It made my chest hurt unbearably. It was awful. 

“Curiously, out of all the minds I could read, I couldn’t see the Diviner’s. I could only sense a dark purpose. He was searching for something,” Zero finished.

“He was searching for this ship.” Dal realized. Rok-Tahk gasped.

“Do you have telepathic powers too?” Rok gasped.

“Not quite….But, he has unwittingly found the one thing that has eluded us all: a way out.” Zero seemingly nodded, “A reason for hope.”

“We can save everyone!” Rok jumped up and down in joy.

“Don't start packing your stones yet. If we don't keep a lid on this, it won't save anyone,” Dal shook his head, then turned to Zero, “Can the four of us get it out of here?”

“Four? A ship this size requires at least twenty,” Zero said, “Or depending on the species, thirty-seven appendages.”

“That’s way too many appendages to keep this quiet,” Dal mumbled to himself, then asked, “How many just to get it off the ground?”

“From its state of disrepair, we’d at least need an engineer.”

“That’s what I was thinking!” Rok gasped, “Maybe I’m telepathic too!”

“An engineer, huh?” Dal smirked. 

~~

Dal and Rok-Tahk had left several minutes earlier, so I sat alone with Zero, as they tinkered with the controls of the ship.

“What is your name, friend?” They asked me, turning to face away from the controls and look at me. 

“I….. don’t have…. A name….” I whispered, my voice cracky and hesitant from not being used.

“Well, that won’t do, now will it?” Let’s come up with a few ideas, shall we?” Zero asked, and I nodded.

“Perhaps there is a name or a word that you find interesting?” They asked. I shook my head no. 

“I see…. Well, perhaps we could go through the names that I know?” I nodded.

“Well then, where to begin… Ah! How about Ahera?” I shook my head.

“Assi?”

No

“Ameria?”

Nope

“Aria?”

This… was going to take a while…..

~~

Several minutes later

~~

“This was the names of a good friend of mine. Their name was Mikey. How does that sound?”

I liked that name. I nodded slowly, letting the name sink in. Mikey. That’s me.

“Well then, Mikey, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” If Zero had a face, i bet they would be smiling right now. One corner of my lips tugged up, ever so slightly. I nodded, a new feeling settling in my chest. I have a name.

“It appears, that our allies have returned with their engineer,” Zero stated, and we made our way out of the ship. 

As I stood on the ramp, I watched as the others interacted with each other. It was quite new to me to see others be so friendly with one another, much less speak the same language. It looked nice. I smiled ever so slightly, as I felt yet another strange feeling. A fuzzy warmth that built up in my stomach and chest. It felt nice. I liked this feeling.

Our new engineer, who I later learned was named Jankom Pog, seemed enraptured by Zero, and its mechanical parts. Soon after, he was drawn to the ship, as he grinned wildly while looking around at the advanced technology. He let out a chuckle of awe at the sight.

“So, can you get it up and flying?” Dal asked, clearly impatient to get off this planet.

“ Of course! In one week,” he said.

“And by week, you mean end of day?” The short boy responded.

“Yeah, sure in your dreams.”

“End of day? Why the hurry?” Rok asked, confused.

“Dal already made a deal with the Diviner's daughter. If he doesn't turn me in, he will suffer greatly,” Zero explained.

“I forgot, you read minds….” Dal sighed.

“Why…. Would….. you lie…. To us?” I rasped out. Dal looked startled, as he forgot I was even there.

“How could I lie when we didn't even speak the same language until I found the ship?” Dal retorted back. 

“You mean WE found the ship,” Rok interjected.

“Tail-Butt is definitely turning us in…” Jankom sighed.

~~

“Kid! Hand me a wrench, wouldja?” Jankom, who hadn’t moved from his spot under one of the consoles, asked me.

Silently, I reached into his toolbox and found what I assumed to be a wrench, and handed it to the engineer.

“Thanks,” he gruffed out.

“Looking good, Jankom. Seeing progress,” Dal  commented, lounging on the captain’s chair.

“And just how are you helping?” Jankom scoffed, never once looking away from his work.

“Uh motivation, keeping morale high,” the short boy rolled his eyes and said that as if it were obvious.

“Guys, guys! I found someone else to come with us!” Rok-Tahk squealed happily. I inwardly smiled at her sweet nature. 

“Whoa, Rock! I thought we made this clear that it was a secret operation!” Dal exclaimed. Then, out from behind Rok came an odd oozing creature. It squealed happily.

“You’ve invited that thing?” Dal grimaced.

“What is that bag of spit?” Jankom grimaced as he finally look away from his work. 

“He isn’t a ‘that’, I named him Murph!”

“Ugh….” Dal groaned.

“I can’t wait to hear what he has to say!” Rok-Tahk gushed. The creature just continued to squeal, not forming any eligible words that I could understand.

“Well, at least we don’t have to worry about him spilling the beans to anyone,” Dal mentioned, glancing up at me. I just shrugged.

“He’s probably just too smart for the  translator,” Rok stated, as the slimy creature made its way around the room, peering curiously at everything and everyone. Once spotting me, it almost zoomed at me, rubbing its head all over my legs, purring in contentment. Hesitantly, I reached down and pet the little creature. Happily, it nuzzled into my hand and purred sweetly. I guess I had a new friend.

“Quiet!” Zero commanded, and immediately a silence fell over our group, “Watchers are coming this way. They're tracking our monitors.” 

“W... what'll happen if they catch us?” Rok shivered.

“You're a survivor. Help us survive.” Zero addressed Dal.

“Jankom, get this ship ready by end of day’,” Dal commanded, “And Rok, you're with me.” 

~~

“They sent Dal to the outer rim!” The sound Rok-Tahk made me whirl my head around. 

“What?” Pog exclaimed.

“Dal may not survive, so we have to at least consider an alternative. But we can hope for as long as we can,” Zero sighed.

~~

“A little help?” Rok called out, hands full of heavy crates and objects.

“Got my hands full, sweetie,” Jankom grunted, not sparing the girl a glance. 

“Who you calling "Sweetie"?” She growled. I placed my hand on her stomach, then grabbed several things from her arms to lesser the weight. The girl smiled down sweetly at me.

The sounds of someone groaning behind me made me turn around. The tiniest smile lifted onto my face as I saw it was Dal.

“You survived!” Rok would have scooped up the boy into a hug had her hands not been full, but she looked thrilled to see him nonetheless.

“Of course I survived. Why do you all look so surprised?” Dal questioned, before gasping, “Wait, were you gonna leave without me?”

“Uh... no?” The tall girl shuffled nervously.

“Your chance of return was low. Our desire to leave remained high,” Zero stated.

“I can be offended later. More important, can the ship fly?” Dal brushed Zero off and turned towards Jankom.

“Of course she'll fly. But without shields, Zero will need to chart the perfect course out of these mines,” Jankom explained. 

“Has anyone seen my hand?” Zero’s question threw me off guard, but I gazed around the room for the machine.

“Ugh. I'll fix the shields. You find that hand,” Dal commanded, then stomped out of the room.

Not long after, we got a comm from our self appointed leader.

“Ah! Ugh. These shield thingies... what am I looking for, Pog?” He asked.

“You know, a severed line, a loose part. Anything out of the ordinary,” the engineer responded.

Noticing the silence coming from our leader, I stood up, and made my way out of the cockpit.

“Where are you going?” Jankom asked.

“Checking on…. Dal,” I stated simply, before exiting the room. Just as I reached the bottom of the steps, I heard more pounding behind me. I peered up the stairs to see what the commotion was.

“Wait up! We’re coming too!” I smiled as the rest of the crew rushed to catch up to me. As soon as we exited the ship I froze up at the sight in front of me.

Hundreds of watchers lined the walls and ground, pointing their lasers up at Dal. Ready to shoot. Ready to kill. 

“Ah, ah!” Jankom screamed as watchers approached us, holding his hands up.

“Dal, what're we gonna do?” Rok’s voice pulled me out of my daze. What were we going to do?

“Fugitive Zero. Our Diviner has great plans for you,” Drednok chuckled darkly, sending shivers down everyone’s spines. The watchers chattered peskily, as if knowing how frustrated we we all were at the moment.

“Search the vessel. Make sure there aren't any more Unwanted aboard,” Drednok commanded the Diviner’s daughter.

“Uh... What is he doing with his face?” Jankom questioned.

“He's telepathically sending me a message, but since I do not agree with his plan, I am ignoring him. He assumes his facial distortions might sway me.” Zero sighed.

“What is his plan?” 

“Take the Diviner's daughter hostage.”

“That's a terrible idea.” Rok shook her head. I most definitely agreed.

“Or the best! Ha!” Jankom laughed, as he shot out his had to attack a watcher. It jumped up in time, but was hit as the engineer jerked his hand back.

“Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!” I chuckled at the sound of its comical clicking. 

“It appears we are fighting now,” Zero punched a watcher, but it had to effect,”Hmm?Or not.”

In anger, Rok-Tahk grabbed the machine by its tail and flung it at Drednok,”Don't touch my friend!”

Two watchers jumped at me from two different directions, and in an instant, I moved out of the way to let them crash into each other.

“Start the ship!” Dal called out from the tip of the ship. We rushed back towards the ramp.

“Do not let the prisoners escape,” Drednok droned, as the watchers advanced towards us.

“Ah!” Jankom let out another comical scream as red shots continuously fired at us, barely missing by a hair.

We rushed into the ship, and immediately went to enter the cockpit.

“Please remain calm,” Zero instructed Qwyn, the daughter of the Diviner.

“Rahk Te'Tu vanu ve,” Was the girls response as an odd metal plating on her upper arm slithered down to form a sword in her hand. 

“She's not remaining calm!” Jankom exclaimed.

“Ah!” Was Rok’s war cry as she charged at Gwyn. The greenish blue girl easily dodged her attack, and went to strike down Jankom, but Rok deflected her attack with her arm.

“I surrender,” Zero raised up their  hands just before they were kicked into the captain’s chair, Gwynn’s sword to their chassis.

Not a moment later, the ship jerked, and tilted to the side, catching everyone off guard and we slid to one side of the room. Rok-Tahl caught Gwyn, holding her tightly in her grip.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry?” My rocky friend apologized, for a reason I didn’t understand as she gripped the girl tighter.

“No. We're falling, not flying!“ Rok-Tahk as we continued to scraped downhill.

“There's a bit of a learning curve,”Zero, who had somehow remained calm throughout this whole ordeal, stated, as they began pushing random buttons.

“Start the ship. Start the ship!” Dal exclaimed through the comms as he slid up the window of the ship. Then we were falling. I braced for impact, but it never came. I peeked out the window, and grinned in glee. We were flying! I let out a relieved sigh.

“Found the right button. We should probably make a note of it,” Zero exclaimed.

“Go, Zero!” Dal commanded.

“Yes, thank you! Go me!” Zero, who hadn’t fully understood what he meant, thought he was cheering for them. 

“No, go! Get us outta here!” He corrected them, but then complained, “Oh, no, not the water!”

“The little red dots are still coming after us. Can we go any faster?” Rok-Tahk fidgeted in nervousness.

“Faster? I'm flattered you think I know what I'm doing,” Zero shook their helm, before focusing back on the dashboard.

“Do you realize what you're doing?” Gwyn exclaimed as I finished tying her off to the command chair with Dal and Rok’s partner cuffs.

“Making a series of bad decisions,” Pog laughed, “Yes. Jankom Pog is aware.”

“Hull at 82 percent,” Tahk reported.

“Zero?” Jankom shouted.

“Oopsies,” Zero lifted their hands up.

“Ugh, amateurs,” Jankom rolled his eyes.

“I'm sorry I wasn't born with fingers,” Zero witted back. 

“Let me in!” Dal banged on the glass, done with being outside.

“Not until you fix those shields!” Pog  retorted.

“I'm not an engineer. That's your job!” Dal responded.

“What is your job?” Rok turned to look up at him as she asked that.

“I thought I was captain,” Dal pouted.

“Hull at 79!” Rok-Tahk reported yet. again.

“Ah! Left!” Jankom yelled, “No, your other left! Have you ever even flown a ship before?” 

“No! Does it show?” Zero asked.

“Wall, wall! Wall!” Yet again, Pog screamed comically, although it was hard to focus on when we were about to fly into a wall.

“This will either be spectacular or a terrible end to our adventure,” Zero stated. My eyes widened.

“Don’t!” I gasped, as Zero tipped the ship, sending me flying into Tahk’s arms.

“Whoa!” Rok screamed as she gripped me even tighter with one arm and the other grabbing the edge of the captain’s seat. 

“Spectacular!” Zero gasped in awe as the trick was pulled off, and we popped out of the slim crevice.

“Hull at...” Just as I was put down, Rok began.

“We know, we know!” Pog cut her off, “Where's Dal with those shields?”

“Where are we even going?” The young girl beside me questioned.

“There! Any of those drainage corridors will lead us right to the surface,” Zero explained, pointing at a large a thick pipe-like structure.

“Dal needs me to turn the ship!” Zero exclaimed suddenly.

“What? Why?” I questioned.

“Turn? We can barely go straight!” Jankom gruffed in disbelief.

“Everyone, hold on!” Without any more thought, Zero twisted the ship.

“We're so dead,” Gwyn cried from the chair she was tied to.

“Tail-Butt actually did it,” Jankom said in mild amusement. 

“We…. should probably….. let…… him in….. now,” I nodded.

“Oh, yeah! Captain on the bridge!” Dal rushed into the room, and I smirked at his enthusiasm, as he accidentally jumped onto Gwyn. I smiled softly at the sight. He rolled his eyes with a chuckle before addressing everyone, “Don't say it. I see it in your eyes. You're welcome,”

“That's our way out!” Jankom sighed, but then pointed up at a light ahead.

An explosion caught everyone’s attention.

“What... what was that?” Dal exclaimed, rushing forward to see what happened.

“There goes our exit,” Jankom sighed. For it had indeed been blocked by metal parts that were hit by the explosion.

“We're gonna crash! Can we stop?” Rok cried out, terrified of this turn of events.

“Unfortunately, I haven't learned that yet,” Zero continued to press button after button.

“Great, and now we're all gonna die,” Gwyn rolled her eyes sarcastically from her seat.

“Not yet. We just gotta fire the torpedoes,” Dal assured, as he went around and messed with the controls on several different dashboards.

“Do we have torpedoes?” Jankom questioned, turning towards the short boy.

“Then the "pew-pew-pew" button,” Dal exclaimed.

“I don't see a "pew-pew-pew" button,” Tahk replied frantically.

“Just hit 'em all until it goes "pew pew!””

“How good are those shields?” Dal asked.

“Not good enough,” Jankom breathed.

“Prepare for impact,” Zero stated.

“Huh?” Was the noise that Jankom made as Murph splatted down onto his control panel.

“Activating phasers,” The mechanical voice of the ship droned. Just then, a beam of red shot at the nearest chunk of scrap falling towards us. And that continued as we blasted through the rubble.

“Whoo! We got phasers, baby!” Jankom laughed. We zoomed through the tunnel with no problems.

“Hey, you always wanted to see the stars. Am I right?” Dal turned towards Gwyn with a smile. She gasped at the sight in front of her. A smile made its way o to my face as I gazed up at the colors of space on front of me. It was beautiful.

“Hm. Welcome to the crew, Murf,” Dal reached out his hand for Murf to shake. But then realized that the slime didn’t have hands. The creature burped and oozed away.

“Wait!” Everyone turned to Rok.

“Is everything alright?” Zero asked from their seat near the front. 

“We….. never learned your name,” the young girl turned towards me. And soon after everyone else followed. I shared a look with Zero before replying.

“My name… is Mikey,” I nodded at the group. Dal walked up to me, and gave me a pat on the back.

“Welcome to the crew,” he grinned at me before sending a wink, making my face grow oddly hot. Then, the short boy turned towards our medusan, “Okay, let's plot a course, Zero.”

“Where to?” They glanced back at the self proclaimed captain. 

“Um... yeah, whew... um... yeah. Man, there are a lot more stars than I thought,” Dal stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. I giggled. He turned red and pouted.

“Let me guess: you haven't thought that far ahead,” Gwyn sniggered at Dal’s hesitance. 

“I'll…. figure something out,” He laughed nervously.

“Only this time... he has help,” Rok-Tahk patted the short boy’s back. Suddenly, the ship bleeped and the lights flickered all around us.

“Did someone ask for help?” We all froze at the sight of a woman appearing in front of everyone, “I am Hologram Janeway, your training advisor for exploring the greater galaxy. On behalf of Starfleet, welcome aboard. How can I be of assistance?” 

“What is that?” Dal whispered.

“I have no idea,” Rok blinked in shock. 

[bluebird-writing]

Everyone’s Favorite Everything Bagel

Fandom: Star Trek: Prodigy

Rating: General Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Dal & Gwyn (or Dal/Gwyn)

Summary: “After the events of "Masquerade", Dal is in emotional distress and escapes to the engine room to cry.

Gwyn finds him.”