~*~Eternal Burning Soul~*~ *E*

DISCLAIMER: This is going to have a few star treky references in this story.
So sorry if you are not a fan. Also, all of the characters are my own.
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Black clouds rolled overhead. The rain started quickly, coming down in long, cold droplets.
She stands atop a hill in an open field, waiting. How long before she could get this over with? Her green dress was flying in the wind, the rain making some of the thin dress stick to her thighs.
She just stands, as if frozen by an unseen force. Dark red hair tied back messily with ribbon, looking as if it could give way, the wind was straining the silk cloth.
Tiny hands stood at her sides. Head lowered to block the weather.
The ribbon had just flown some feet away. The girl made no effort to grab it. Her hair now flew every which way. It was curled under her chin and in her face.
He better hurry up, she thought.
Suddenly a bright blue light appears two feet from the young woman, lighting up the entire surroundings. No one was watching.
"How did you get out?!" The man had started shouting as soon as he appeared through the light.
She looked to the ground. Her amethyst eyes were holding back tears, she knew it was the perfect time.
"Come on! You’re just going to stand there like a moron? Get on with it! I don’t care if you won’t talk about it afterwards, But you still have more to do. Find Bernard. Get the pass code and then kill him! This is an easy task, so you better not screw it up."
From a distance you could almost see a glint of silver from behind the girl’s back.
She raised her dainty hand to his wrinkled face and looked straight into his blue-gray eyes with the coldest look, freezing him to the spot. This gave her the perfect shot. Any move and she could annihilate him.
It was her turn.
Swiftly and quickly, her hand was up and a five inch blade, with gold tip was stabbed into the man’s chest.
"You are scum! You never deserved anything Ana gave you! Die!"
Her blade slid out easily as the man let out his last breath.
The rain started harder. Blades of water soaked her, more and more, as she stood over the body deciding what she should do.
After a long pause, she too materialized behind a curtain of blue. Only she went away from the scene.
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Chelsea stood five foot two and always stood out. Her hair was a mixture of light copper and dark copper colors. Today her curls hung about freely. Her eyes were bright amethyst speckled with gold.
"Perfect," she mused.
The uniforms could be anything and  Chelsea would refuse to wear it, swearing that no one would know she’s the captain if she had to wear the same boring thing everyone else is wearing.
This way no one would ever second guess her.
Today she wore black spandex pants under a short, pink, frilly skirt. Layer after layer of pink. She ‘shirt’ stopped mid way down her stomach and sported long sleeves. It was black with a pink strip tracing across her shoulders and part of her arms. Merit pins gleamed at her shirt collar to signify her leadership and more-so.
She was late. Not a big surprise there. Really, it was just that she wanted to make an impression. Her hero was probably standing in the meeting room waiting for her arrival and she can’t even get up on time!
He’ll probably leave if he has to even wait a few moments! His handsome face, his brains, And his kindness. What more could you want in a guy?
Chelsea ran to the hall’s end and jumped into the lift just before the doors closed. Nearly missing it from her day dream.
She whipped her hybrid, copper hair out of her eyes.
Held tightly in her hand was a powerful PAD.
I could get anything I want with this!
For she held her dreams. A new space ship. One that could be run off of the simplest form of dilithium. Plus, all of the computers systems would have an easily programmable AI so that all problems could be solved in the quickest fashions. The fact that it could fly faster, use better fuel, and it have the highest advanced systems running it didn’t make it the greatest. It was the fact that Chelsea Walker had created the entire ship herself, systems included, meant every thing in the universe.
The door to the meeting room never opened so slowly before.
When they did open standing there was a tall, handsome man, with short flowing, tan hair, He seemed like he stood inches over Chelsea.
She took a moment to marvel at his green eyes, and dimples.
He wore a typical uniform, straight black with maroon starting from his chest up to his collar. A belt kept the shirt tucked. Pins shone brightly at his collar.
He looked astonished at Chelsea’s outfit for a minuet before raising his hand politely for a shake. Chelsea grabbed it up and shook quickly.
"I’m so glad to met you! Mr. uh…"
Stopping the shake, he stood tall for a moment, loving the ego boost, and her enthused state.
"My name is Blake Thompson. I hear you want to get a ship built?"
Chelsea’s eyes gleamed with excitement, "Definitely! I’m sure I could be a big help in the actual building of the ship as well."
He looked sideways at her. She didn’t seem like she could even perform simple mechanics, let alone building a ship. Also, he was trying to figure out how old she was. She seemed rather… young for her job, if she was even using the correct pins. And the outfit. Blake had never seen any captain wear such a colorful display.
"Miss Walker, may I ask you a personal question?"
"Of course," She asked momentarily puzzled.
"Now I don’t want you to take this the wrong way but, exactly how old are you? You look like you could be a child." He said this with an odd tone.
"I won’t take offense. I’m 18. I am the youngest captain in Star Fleet. I take pridein my accomplishments." She did a nice kind of pose to make the effect sink in more.
When Chelsea looked back his expression it was blank. She stood straight again.
"Sorry. I was not giving the information earlier. You may have to show me your engineering skills before I can trust you with something so important. One mistake could be fatal."
Not only that but she looked like she was doing her parents job for the day. Why did she dance anyway? Chelsea just nodded.
"Same thing I was thinking, if you follow me I can bring you to my database,"
The distance was short but she felt awesome and in charge, bossing an older, probably more experienced engineer. Plus Blake didn’t seem to enjoy her dance, so maybe he likes worthy attributes?
 Pulling up the data files she needed only took a second, her fingers whizzing across the console with ease. With a beep from the computer Chelsea pulled a PAD from the dispenser and handed it to him. Making sure to save the blue prints for later.
"Here. These are some good files to start with. It’s about my past accomplishments, to date."
Blake took control, feeling a bit small. Chelsea seemed to have her life quite on track. Plus she seemed to really know what she was doing. He skimmed the hundreds of file names.
"How did you fit all of this in?" He said it too loudly, she had heard him.
"It wasn’t hard. I’m good at what I do. I promise If anything does go wrong, it will come from my account. Any funding you need, come to me first…"
"Wait! Miss. Walker, How do you know I am agreeing to build this ship for you?"
Her smile did not even falter,
"Well because I will be giving you a lot of bonus money, to yourself, for helping me with some of the technologies. Any smart person will agree one million credits is a big pocket bonus."
Blake turned his back to her suddenly. His head racing violently. Did she really have that kind of money? Looking at the PAD answered that question. If she didn’t earn it herself it would have been given to her. Charity, for good deeds. This girl was really powerful. Not only that he could sense she had a magical aura. Black, but white.
Magic.
She could control him even if he didn’t want the money or she didn’t have it. He had to agree with her. Sucking in some air he put on a smile.
"Alright. You’ve bought me," he replied as he turned around slowly.
Blake held his hand out for another shake, smiling warmly. Chelsea handed the PAD to his out-stretched hand and shook the lot of it, as if she had won a battle, she beamed up at him. It was almost enough to crack a split in half.
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The ship’s hangout place was the holodeck.  Most of the crew came here on days off, or just to relax after a hard days work. Chelsea hadn’t nearly worked hard enough today, but she still wanted to unwind.
The doors opened to a bar-type setting. A huge bar, complete with stools sat at the center, and was being polished by an older gentleman. His white hair greased to his head and he smiled when she entered, As programed. Darts and a pool table were stuck into the corner for entertainment. And tables for when you’re hungry sat among the lot of the bar.
Best part was the liquor.
When Chelsea walked in he noticed it instantly. This was her first visit here in a few weeks. She is always keeping her self locked up. He walked towards her with confidence.
"Hey! If it isn’t the best captain around! How are you this evening Chelsea?"
Chelsea turned to face Jayson, her pilot, and maybe the best in the Alpha Quadrant. Just maybe the cutest as well. He had blondish hair, blue eyes, and a great smile attached to an even greater body. To top it all, he had a lot of respect for everyone, be it stranger or not.
"You know I can see through your fake brown nosing. You’re up to something. Either that or you want something."
Jayson Had messy blonde and brown hair. Eyes of clear blue could warm any one who looked in them. He was only a few inches taller that Chelsea. He was wearing gray, almost dress pants and a loose, button down blue cotten shirt. He kept it open so his chest was exposed, showing off his impressive set-up. Obviously a work-out guy. His smile was big and almost always genuine. He flashed it now. Chelsea matched his smile with her own, feeling happier, the longer she stood there.
"No way. I’m just glad you’ve come out to play, after weeks. So, you want a shot? You deserve it after being cooped up for so long."
Chelsea shrugged. Her, just below shoulder length hair, was pulled up into a funky do. Big messy bun in the back and a lot of curly hair bulging out every which way. She thought it matched the skirt nicely.
The bags under her eyes were proof enough to Jayson’s statement. She had nothing to say on the subject so she changed it.
"I’m getting a new star ship for you to fly. It’s faster and more highly advanced. It’s sleek and powerful. The best part is… I’m going to help build it!"
He was noticeably taken a back, dropping his mouth for seconds before he could think to say anything.
"How did you manage that one? Do you have some kind of godly connection?"
"Actually, I have a captain helping me. He knows a few people and I convinced him to let me join the crew. I will be taking orders and every thing."
Just then he showed up. Dark brown hair, messy and cool. He wore his uniform, black and maroon. Basic, why did he always have to promote work? He just kept heading towards Chelsea as if he could glide, giving me the look that says step back.
Damn, Jayson thought as the commander butted right in between them. He came from behind Chelsea so she didn’t even see it coming. That is unless she could read it in Jayson’s blue eyes.
"Can I speak to you alone?"
Jayson couldn’t help but hate the way he just walks away directly after asking a question. At least wait for a damn answer. Chelsea looked apologeticly up into his clear, ice blue eyes before rushing to the table John sat at.
"That was rude. We were talking you know."
Her stern look didn’t seem to bother him any. Instead, he stared off into the distance as he spoke in a concerned voice.
"You had me worried. Did you even eat while you were locked away?" He took a second to look into her amethyst eyes, "You should think more about your health. You never even told me what you were planning."
Chelsea smiled at this remark.
 "John, Are you saying you were hurt by the fact that I haven’t told you my plans? What if I wanted to surprise you?"
He laughed, "You don’t plan well enough to surprise anyone. Getting on with business, will you tell me now?"
Giving him a side ways glance she replied, "Sure! Right after I tell you I will be taking a leave of absence for a few months and you are in charge."
His green eyes looked at her wildly. He didn’t seem to enjoy this piece of information.
"Why?! Chelsea, You were just starving yourself for a week and a half, and now you plan to go and starve yourself for months? I can’t let you do this."
She stopped him with her hand. Keeping her hand raised, she spoke in a calm, but stern voice,
"You know you can’t stop me. Besides, I’m going to be helping out to build a new starship. Our new starship. I was designing it while I was locked up, and now that I’m done I’ll make sure I keep my strength up. This ship is going to be absolutely perfect!"
John couldn’t help but admit that her overwhelming happiness brought a smile to his face. He was glad that she would be done obsessing over making something great, and more on making sure things are getting done her way.
"I’m glad you’ve focused your talents on something so important. Have you come up with a name yet?"
He watched her as she thought, half hoping that she hadn’t.
"No, I was thinking you could come up with a name for me. You have always been loyal to me, so I want this to be kind of like a gift to you. Take as long as you want coming up with the name. You should make sure it’s a really great name."
He didn’t need long to think of a good name for a ship that Chelsea built. For he already had one in mind. He would just have to play it out right.
"You should call it Forgotten Amethyst. The name really flows."
The reaction from Chelsea was near perfect. First her eyes lit up, then that smile appeared.
"That’s a wonderful name! I can’t believe it took you such a short period of time."
He smiled broadly, "It’s almost like naming it after you, the creator."
The words were too perfect. Chelsea jolted up out of her seat.
"I must go contact Mr. Thompson!"
And with that she exited the room and left John sitting with his thoughts.
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Whew! Long first chapter. I hoped you liked it.
Remember the title never makes sense in the beginning. Hold on for a ride with this one.
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