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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

Olivier

Fractured Dreams Teaser

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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And the teaser ...

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.