Our Lady Enterprise: My First Time, All Alone...

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(Though most of these stories are stand alone. This would actually be the first. If they had any actual order. Enjoyz )

On a Federation space port. A funeral ceremony is taking place. A young girl with white hair stands in silence. As the space port's commander says a few last words on the dearly departed doctor. Amongst the ceremony you can hear people whisper gossip.

"I feel sorry for her."

"Even though she looks she's in her twenty's her mind still child like."

"Than her creator died."

"What a tragedy."

"Didn't her maker have any plan where to send her?"

"None."

"She's on her own now."

"How sad."

The sad girl watched as they shot her creators capsule into space. She clutched her only picture of her mother.

"Creator. I'm all alone now."

After the funeral ceremony...

The young white haired girl finishes putting the the old photos into her picture diary.

"Creator..."

Two red shirts start moving the creators scientific stuff out of the lab.

"Hey!"

The girl cries.

"What are you doing?!"

The red shirts look at her puzzled.

"Huh? Didn't you hear from the supervisor of this place, miss?"

"The Doctor of this lab was told to take everything away."

The avatar looked on in shook.

"E...Everything?! Even Creator's precious drawer?, dressing table?, frog ornament? Even me? "

They gave her a look.

"Eh? What are you talking about, miss?"

The white haired avatar cried in terror.

"I'll also be sold!"

She frantically starts packing up her clothes in a bag. While keeping a frighened eye locked onto the red shirts. She even somehow got the frog ornament in there to before running out the door crying.

"Nooooo!!!!"

The red shirts watch her leave.

"What was that?"

"Beats me?"

"Did she just take the frog with her?"

Meanwhile...

The Enterprise has docked onto the space port. And Spock is currently sticking up a flayer next to the mess halls door. He stares at sign with a typical Vulcan expression.

"Well that's it."

"Wow! The help wanted poster is up!"

Ensign Pavel Chekov the Navigator of the U.S.S. Enterprise and his faithfully loyal Yeoman Daniel Steinbock admire the sign. The Russian starts licking one of the ice cream cones he has been holding. He hands one of the cones over to the Yeoman. After a lick or two of course.

"Here you go, Daniel!"

The Yeoman smiles as he accepts the gift. He takes a few licks at treat while he blushes.

Chief Helmsman Sulu fans himself as he enters the mess hall.

"It's so hot!"

He gives the sign a look.

"Huh? So we're recruiting directly here? What about headquarters?"

Spock sighs.

"I asked but they also don't seem to have enough people."

Sulu cries out.

"What? We haven't had any breaks for two months now apart shore leave!"

The space elf raised an eyebrow.

"You just had yours. Even now, look."

Sulu tightens his grip on the data pad display the winners of the annual quadrant tribble race.

"This is different! What I am saying is not something like this!"

Sulu fantasy dream time

"To enter a big public bath alone with no one around! To eat oden in an air conditioned room until they get a new cooling unit for the ship! Yes, to watch and laugh at the red shirts as they go about heir work! This is the type of break I want to take!"

Spock turns his head.

"...well, that is the case and as much as I would even ask a cat for help. So please bear with me a little longer."

"Hey don't ignore me!"

Sulu whines.

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Chekov smiles.

"Yeah, I got it. Just leave it to me!"

He grabes Sulu's hand.

"Sulu! Help me out a bit."

Sulu gives the Russian a look.

"Help out where?"

Pavel pulls on Sulu's hand. Leading him outside of the mess hall.

"I know a good place!"

"Hold on Chekov! The afternoon shuttle will be here soon"

Spock sighs. As the two have already ran far beyond the Vulcan shout.

"My Yunker has..."

Spock turns his head around in horror to see the Yeoman going through Pavel withdrawal syndrome.

"My Yunker has left with another person other than me. Saying he knows a good place to do something good... "

Spock tires to walk away slowly. But the Vulcan get's tackled down the U.S.S Enterprises number one prevy drunk engineer. Montgomery Scott "Scotty". The Scotsman sets down his empty bottle of scotch as he starts fondling The Commander's chest.

"I'll also do something good with Commander~!"

Spock smacks some sense into the drunken fool.

"You've been drinking in the middle of the day again, aren't you, Scotty."

Scotty smiles.

"I was just kidding. It's just a joke you know, Commander."

Scott turned his head with a smile.

"But looking at this, it makes me think a good girl will come."

Spock nods his head in agreement.

"I hope so. I ope that it's a good..."

The Yeoman still stands there in shock.

"Saying he knows a good place to do something good..."

Spock raises an eyebrow.

"Girl?"

First ever prevy drunken Scottish dream XD

"A bit clumsy. A ten year old, braided girl with glasses. A fourteen year old, selfish princess that acts tough. A twelve year old energetic boyish girl. An eleven year old, delicate, gorgeous, quiet girl. Ohhh!"

He starts swinging his hips side to side as he hugs himself.

"I can't decide which one I like."

Vulcan stare.

"Such girls won't come."

"We're back!"

Spock, Daniel, and Scotty turn there attention to a smileing Chekov and a exhausted Sulu.

"We got our new recruit!"

Spock smiles.

"Really? Where?"

He looks around.

Pavel pulls out a hidden adorable kitten.

"Here you go, Commander! A cat is here to help!"

"Nya!"

Daniel stood there glaring flashing eyes at the cat, while Scotty blushed moving his hips side to side, Spock just stared all Vulcan like.

"Get rid of the cat."

The shuttle bay doors were heard opening.

"It looks like it's here."

Spock turned to the mess hall gang.

"Alright, everyone. Get ready to work."

The gang spoke in union.

"Yes, Commander!"

Meanwhile...

The white hared avatar had ran so far out of fear of being sold. That when she finely stopped she could not recognize the surroundings around her.

"What should I do?"

She walked in the all white hallways.

"It's good that I got away safely. But I definitely can't go home anymore."

She passes a room with a sign on it.

"Hm?"

She walks back to read the sign.

"Help Wanted! Boarding possible. Boarding possible? I see. I can just board somewhere. "

Chekov and Daniel come out of the mess hall carrying boxs in there hands.

"Well, I'll be going then, Daniel!"

The Yeoman smiles back at the always cheerful Pavel.

"Have a safe trip, My Yunker."

They start kissing public. The avatar blushes in surprise.

"Oh what do we have here?"

The avtar screams at seeing some Scottish man hugging/ swinging a Vulcan with his pants down.

"Today's shipment is so flat chested!"

The Vulcan stares emotionless.

"Sc..o...tt..y!!!"

He smacks Scott off off him.

"I have finished recharging!"

The Scotsman salutes the Vulcan.

A worn out Asian pushes a cart of supplies out of the room. The still hidden from sight avatar blushes as she looks away from the odd group of people.

"It...it doesn't have to be this place, right? I'll just look elsewhere."

The avatar walks off with the cat following close behind her.

She cheeks in with the botany room.

"What? Boarding?"

The blue shirt asks as she hold a potted alien flower.

"Yes."

The avatar says.

"I'm sorry. We're not looking for help."

The avatar lowers her head in disappointment.

"On to the next."

She walks on. This time another cat has also decided to follow her.

She asks a sales clerk next.

"A avatar?"

He waves his hand side to side.

"That's not good."

The avatar lowers her head.

"There will be others!"

She reassures herself as a total of three cats follow behind her.

At another stand this time with a traveling salesman.

"Well...I guess it's okay."

The thirtyish man says.

"Is it really?"

The avatar says with much joy. Maybe she can finally found the right place.

"Hurray!"

She cheers.

"Well then."

The man opens his closed eyes.

"Can you come again with someone of your household?"

"Eh?"

The avatar cries out with a gang of about thirty cats.

The down on her luck avatar sits down next to a bench under a park's tree. She looks to the ground not knowing what to do next.

"Nya, Nya!"

The avatar looks up to see the same cat again before her. The cat starts wiping it's eye with it's paw.

The white haired girl smiles. and starts wipping of her tears from her eyes.

"Thank you."

Meanwhile the gang is delivering the supplies to each buyers room. Chekov smiles as he walks up to the secret room.

"Yahoo!"

Pavel calls out. Soon cats meowing and wag there tails back and forth to greet the Russian.

"Looks like everyone's well today."

Sulu passes the bridge.

"Once my shifts over. I need to get back to work. This extra work helps my brother's ans sister's out. So I have to try my best for their sake."

Scotty starts huffing and puffing as he slowly staggers through another walkway.

"One I get back. I'll have a cold beer...why does this walk way have to be so steep!?"

He cries.

Back at the park. The nights flicker on. Telling us the parks time is night now. The avatar smiles as she walks off in confidence.

"It's okay. Somehow definitely I'll make it."

"Nya!"

The cat and avatar smile at each other. The white haired girl starts walking away with a chant and cat by her side.

"I'm okay~ I'm okay~ Somehow I'll make it~ I'm okay~ I'm okay~ I'm okay~ Somehow I'll..."

The cat stops.

"Nya!"

Chekov runs right into the avatar. The avatar get's knocked down. The Russian starts panicking.

"Are...are you okay?"

"Some...how..."

The avatar says as her eyes keep spinning in dizziness.

"I'm...okay."

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The young avatar opened her eyes to the awaited smiling faces of a Yeoman, curly haired Russian, A Scotsman, and an Asian.

"Thank god, you came to!"

The Russian cried out with a sigh.

"Uhmm..."

The group of men said as she began to raise off the galley like floor.

"I don't think you should get up just yet."

The concerned Asian saied.

"Yeah!"

The Russian agreed while nodding his head back and forth.

The Yeoman parted the avatars hair to check her forehead.

"There's a bit of blood here."

The Russian looked closer at her head.

"Oh! You're right!"

The Scotsman began to cry.

"Oh, you poor thing!"

He jumped on top of the poor girl. As the Yeoman started bandaging her head. The Russian just smiled like all was dandy in the world. and the Asian looked about ready to slap the Scotch smelling prevert off of her.

"The pain, let me fondle it away!"

The avatar smartly flew to the door.

"I'm fine now, sorry for all the trouble I caused!"

She bowed as went out the door.

"Wait a minute."

She went back to the sign she had passed.

"This is where I first came..."

the avatars face flushed red at the sound of her rumbling tummy.

"Oh I see. You where hungry."

The Russian smiled.

"Oh no, that was just..."

The avatar flailed.

"All we have right now is curry, is that okay?"

The curly headed Russian beamed.

The avatar stopped flailing her arms as her stomach growled again.

"Go ahead, dig in!"

The Russian cheered as the group sat at a table.

"But..."

The unsure avatar looked back at the Russian.

"Consider it an apology for running into you."

She smiled.

"Well then...I think I'll just..."

She took a spoon full of curry to her mouth.

"It's sweet!"

The Scotsman sighed.

"You put sugar in the it again, didn't you, Chekov?"

The Asian looked up from his cup of noddles.

"How much did you put in this time?"

The Russian named Chekov smiled as he started counting with his hands.

"Well, let's see...one, two..."

He smiled as he held up two of his fingers.

"Huh? Two whole tablespoones?"

The avatar cried.

Chekov shook his head while smiling.

"No, two hull whole bags."

The young avatar laughed a bit as the others stood there like this was no big deal.

"Delicious, it's delicious..."

The Yeoman saied as he took spoon full after spoon full of the sugared curry.

"Here you go, stir fried vegetables."

The now apron wearing avatar smiled as she brought out a the sparkling dish of veggies.

The men cheered and start picking away at the dish with there chopsticks.