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Once she was old enough, N’essie joined Galaxy Fleet. She went through her training and became a healer, a doctor, the first in her class in Galaxy Fleet Medical. Aboard the ship, Valiant, N'essie, along with her fellow crew mates are deployed to a battle along the Solarian/Romulan border. They are there to provide medical relief for the Solari people and help end the battle.

On one of the Solarian colonies, along the edge of Romulan territory, N'essie and her team of doctors, nurses and medics transport down to provide aide to the injured Solarian, Human, Talaxian and Cygnarian people living on the planet. In the midst of a raging battle, N'essie finds an injured man and instantly, her heart stopped, recognized the unconscious, broken Solari man as her mate. With the help of her staff, they do their best to stabilize him, but he's fallen into a deep coma.

Transporting aboard the Valiant, N'essie heals the man's wounds, but his mind is a jumble of memories, horrors of battle and a sweet voice, trying to calm him. N'essie begins her vigil by his side, trying to heal the injuries in his mind. However, she gets lured into his dreams, his mind, his memories. Will it be too late for N'essie, lost in the man's Fractured Dreams? 

“Momma, I can’t stay,” N’essie said as she packed her uniform. “I only had a couple of weeks of shore leave. I wanted to be here for Charel’s mating ceremony. The ceremony happened and they’re mated. I have to go.”

“We never see you,” Nirabelle, Empress of the Cygnari people, frowned. “You’re always on some sort of mission. When are you going to come back to Forx? To stay?”

“When I retire,” N’essie retorted. “Momma, you knew that the stars called to me. I’m so much like Papa. Besides, I have an important job. I’m the chief medical officer aboard the Valiant. Uncle Charanel is providing me passage to the star base where the Valiant is getting retrofitted with new phaser cannons. We’re leaving in an hour.”

“Bella, you knew that this was her choice,” Edward said, walking over to Nirabelle. He snaked his arms around Nirabelle’s waist, kissing her temple. “Where are you heading?”

“There is a border skirmish along the Solarian and Romulan border. They need medical assistance,” N’essie answered. “The Romulans are attacking defenseless colonies without any sort of provocation.”

“You be safe, N’essie,” Edward said, tugging his middle daughter into his arms and hugging her. She pressed her cheek against his muscular torso, inhaling his comforting scent of cologne, kinka flowers and the human musk.

Yes, N’essie was half-human, but the Cygnarian genes were dominant, almost suppressing her human side. Her hair was a warm bronze color, with pale skin and bright green eyes, all coming from her father. Her spots, pointed ears, slowed aging and acute vision and hearing all came from her mother. But, it was her father’s warmth, strength and poise that were the most prominent attributes to her personality and he understood her. So did her oldest brother, Charel, who also was a member of Galaxy Fleet, but took a year off to be with his mate, a girl from Ch’ich and daughter of a respected diplomat. Her mother was supportive, but did not understand the call to explore. She was happy to remain on Forx, only traveling to Cygnarian Prime when needed or on diplomatic missions with her mate.

“I’ll always be safe, Papa,” she said, pulling back and kissing his cheek. “I love you both. I’ll send you a subspace message once I get settled aboard the Valiant.” She hugged her mother, wiping away a few tears and picked up her duffel. Slinging it over her shoulder, she contacted the Cigno, her uncle’s vessel, requesting to be transported aboard. 

N'essie

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I'm submitting a piece for the Fandom Against Domestic Violence. The story I'm submitting is a future-take from the Star Crossed universe. Here is the extended summary ...

Once she was old enough, N’essie joined Galaxy Fleet. She went through her training and became a healer, a doctor, the first in her class in Galaxy Fleet Medical. Aboard the ship, Valiant, N'essie, along with her fellow crew mates are deployed to a battle along the Solarian/Romulan border. They are there to provide medical relief for the Solari people and help end the battle.

On one of the Solarian colonies, along the edge of Romulan territory, N'essie and her team of doctors, nurses and medics transport down to provide aide to the injured Solarian, Human, Talaxian and Cygnarian people living on the planet. In the midst of a raging battle, N'essie finds an injured man and instantly, her heart stopped, recognized the unconscious, broken Solari man as her mate. With the help of her staff, they do their best to stabilize him, but he's fallen into a deep coma.

Transporting aboard the Valiant, N'essie heals the man's wounds, but his mind is a jumble of memories, horrors of battle and a sweet voice, trying to calm him. N'essie begins her vigil by his side, trying to heal the injuries in his mind. However, she gets lured into his dreams, his mind, his memories. Will it be too late for N'essie, lost in the man's Fractured Dreams? 

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Aboard the Valiant, they moved into a standard orbit and transported down to the surface. The city center had been completely obliterated. In the distance, the away team could hear bombing and phaser fire. N’essie slung her emergency med kit over her shoulder and zipped up her Galaxy Fleet jacket. “Stay armed and with your partner. Triage the victims and provide basic care. Anyone who is immediate medical attention, transport them directly to the infirmary aboard the Valiant or the Cigno. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said N’essie’s staff. They took off, scattering along the city center. N’essie and her nurse checked the buildings along the main street, looking for any survivors. However, there were none in the city center. All of the bodies were in various stages of decomposition.

“Dr. Cullen, there are no life signs,” said N’essie’s nurse, Alanna. “Should we ask Captain Mo’ranne to transport us closer to the fighting?”

N’essie was about to nod when her comm badge chirped. “Cullen,” she barked.

“Doctor, we are going to transport you closer to Captain Charanel’s location. They are under attack and need medical attention,” said Captain Mo’ranne. “Energizing.” N’essie, Alanna and her team were transported to a large outcropping of rocks. They immediately took cover as phaser fire rung out all around them. Her uncle crouched down next to her. He was bleeding from a cut on his face.

“Sir, you’re bleeding,” N’essie said, taking out a dermal regenerator.

“I’m fine,” he replied, waving her away. “We need to find out how to disrupt this neural weapon that the Romulans have.”

“Do you have scans of it?” N’essie asked, running the regenerator over her uncle’s face. He handed her his tricorder. She ran her fingers over the tiny screen, trying to make sense of the readings. “Here! Have everyone set their phasers to this frequency. It’ll disrupt the neural damage to the Solarians and other victims.” She blinked up to her uncle. “Is that why I’m getting his killer headache?”

“Yes,” Charanel replied, sending out N’essie’s frequency. Almost immediately the pain in their heads dissipated and the Romulans transported off the surface. “Charanel to all hands, check for any survivors! Stay armed and ready to attack.” They all began searching for any survivors. Most of the Solarians, humans and Talaxians were injured with significant brain damage. N’essie and the other doctor from the Cigno had them transported to their infirmaries.

“Doctor Cullen,” called Alanna. “We need you!”

“Are you good?” N’essie asked the doctor from the Cigno. He nodded. N’essie found Alanna in a cavern, running scans on an unconscious Solari man. When she saw him, N’essie felt like she had the air taken from her lungs. The man was completely battered and bruised, but N’essie only saw his beauty and his fractured thoughts in her head.

Pain … light … death … now … help …

Flashes of the nightmare he endured prior to his injury were on repeat along with those words. N’essie knelt down, brushing his short blonde hair away from his face. I’m here. You’re safe, N’essie thought to him. She took his hand, relishing in the warmth of his hand. “Cullen to Valiant,” N’essie said.

“Transporter Chief Beau here.”

“Two to beam directly to sick bay,” N’essie murmured, her fingers twining with her mysterious stranger, the man who was her mate.

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Hey all! I know I've been missing-in-action recently. I took a class in the city for the past week and I'm almost done with it. I just have to write the final reflection paper and then I can get back to writing for fun! Yay!

With that being said, I've decided to sign up for a fundraiser. My submission for the fundraiser will be an future-take from Star Crossed. Rere97 shared a plot bunny she had for the story and I'm going to run with it! Thank you, Rere!

Her idea revolves around N'essie. Once she was old enough, she joined Galaxy Fleet. She went through her training and became a healer, a doctor, the first in her class in Galaxy Fleet Medical. Aboard the ship, Valiant, N'essie, along with her fellow crew mates are deployed to a battle along the Solarian/Romulan border. They are there to provide medical relief for the Solari people and help end the battle.

On one of the Solarian colonies, along the edge of Romulan territory, N'essie and her team of doctors, nurses and medics transport down to provide aide to the injured Solarian, Human, Talaxian and Cygnarian people living on the planet. In the midst of a raging battle, N'essie finds an injured man and instantly, her heart stopped, recognized the unconscious, broken Solari man as her mate. With the help of her staff, they do their best to stabilize him, but he's fallen into a deep coma.

Transporting aboard the Valiant, N'essie heals the man's wounds, but his mind is a jumble of memories, horrors of battle and a sweet voice, trying to calm him. N'essie begins her vigil by his side, trying to heal the injuries in his mind. However, she gets lured into his dreams, his mind, his memories. Will it be too late for N'essie, lost in the man's Fractured Dreams? 

There will be mention of Nirabelle, Edward and the rest of the crew, but this story will revolve around N'essie and her mystery man. Anyhow, here's the information about the fundraiser. You can find information about where to donate and important dates here: Fandom For Domestic Violence. The most important thing is that you need to donate $10 to an organization that benefits victims of domestic violence. There are a couple of options on the website. The compilation will be sent out on October 15th and stories can be shared publicly on December 15th.

Please consider donating to this cause. I've been lucky, never being in a relationship that was violent, but I have known people who have been hurt by the ones that supposedly love them the most. $10 is two Starbuck's coffees ... you can do it!

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I sat on my throne, glaring up at the rafter that became N’essie’s final resting place. The throne room, after it had been thoroughly investigated, was now clean. The pirna wood floors were now shining in the mid-morning sun. It all looked too innocent, but what we found in that room will forever be burned into my memory. Even in death, N’essie was terrified. Her yellow eyes were open and her mouth was caught in a silent scream, portraying her absolute fear. They would pay for what they did to her. All of them will feel the fear that she endured for her entire life and that ultimately ended it.

I was so angry. Somehow, N’essie had been transported off the Enterprise and down to the surface, tortured and murdered. On top of that, Counselor Marcusi’s life hung in the balance. Aro and Caius had him abducted from his home, disappearing into thin air.

How did they get off the planet?

How did they get N’essie off the Enterprise without causing the alarms to go off?

How could any of this happen and how did I not know about it?

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I walked to Maralice and we went to my suite. “Are you alright, Empress?” Maralice asked.

“No. I am still filled with so much anger, but with Edward, I hope I can refocus that anger into something useful,” I sighed, removing my simple clothing. “Are you alright? You are no longer wearing your clothes of mourning.”

“I spoke with my beloved Jamel’s brother, Laur’ent. I told him about what had happened to me on Lapus. Laur’ent was not upset with me and he apologized for my ordeal. Then, I told him all about Jasper and how he helped me. Laur’ent, he … he gave me his blessing to be happy. He said that Jamel would not have wanted me to live my life alone. Before the discovery of N’essie, Jasper asked if he could court me. Take me out on dates and build a relationship. We are mates, but he is a … what did he call it? Oh, right. A Southern Gentleman.”

“I’m happy for you, Maralice,” I said, hugging her.

“I am excited, but I still harbor some guilt for moving on. I would like some sort of sign from Jamel that he is okay with me being with Jasper,” she said, running her fingers through my curls. “Now, you need to bathe. Jerasse and Tia will be in here in a couple of hours to prepare you for N’essie’s H’aaruune. Be careful with your wound.”

I nodded and watched as she left. Once she was gone, I began my preparations for H’aaruune. I stripped my body of my clothes. I prayed to my Gods, my family and my lost friend as I methodically rubbed the s’likoya oil on my skin, making it flame a warm, rosy pink. The oil burned my skin, reminding me that I was very much alive. I cried as the oil came in contact with my wound on the palm of my hand. I clenched my hand into a fist and poured water over my hair. I sat in the sun, shivering as the water dried around me.

Once it was dry, I began the ritual again with a stronger elixir of s’likoya mixed with lysa. I was sobbing by the time Jerasse and Tia came to bathe me, freeing my skin of the burning sensation of the oils. They cleaned my body, using large sponges and the pain of loss slowly ebbed from me. It gave me solace that Edward was going through the same ritual.

The last time I went through a full H’aaruune was when my father died. Charanel did not understand the process and he did not have to be cleansed as I did. I felt like my skin was boiling off my body, my grief was so great, with the loss of my father.

My skin was cleaned of the oils and glistened in the waning sunlight. “Empress, we must drain your tub,” Tia whispered. “And you must stay standing until we dress you.”

I nodded and watched as the water in the tub went down the drain. I shivered uncontrollably as my skin dried, shimmering with the residual crystals of the oils. Jerasse dried my hair and tied it into a tight braid falling down my back. Weaved into my hair, I wore a simple circlet with ajur stone. I would wear this circlet for a month, honoring my friend. When father died, I wore a circlet with an amur stone, honoring the loss of a family member. I wore that until I left Forx to fly to Lapus. Maralice told me to wear my Imperial ioti circlet, reminding Jakob of my status.

Jerasse helped me into my white mourning gown and Tia deftly applied simple makeup, including a smaller ajur stone between my eyes. Around my wrists and ankles, I wore ajur stone bracelets. Once I was ready, I walked out of my bathroom and out to the throne room. I wore no shoes. I wanted to feel every pebble, every crevice as we walked to the cliffs overlooking the Renien Ocean. Edward greeted me. His face was somber as I looked up at him. His hair was tamed and on his head, he wore a matching ajur stone circlet. He, too, was barefoot. We turned to face the crowd of dignitaries, nobles and visiting Federation personnel. 

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