Summary: The conclusion of Krysira's Destiny and The Path of Destiny and the fate of the deep relationship between Jedi Knight Krysira Antilles and Commander Trip Tucker and the budding relationship between Counselor Ryvinia and Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. How will everyone deal with Trip's new found abilities?
Note: crossover with Star Wars
Dimensions of Destiny
Chapter Four
Part One
Engineering � two days later
Trip was making some minor repairs with Krysira assisting him. He was impressed at how quickly she learned about the tools that he used. He chatted on about what he was doing and what each device did, seeing that Krysira was listening intently, while asking appropriate questions. But it didn�t matter to Trip what they talked about or what they were doing. It was the fact that they were together that made Trip happy...at least for now. He had bought them a bit more time together by offering Enterprise to bring her back to Coruscant. Krysira was quite content being with Trip. She knew that he was in his element, and that pleased her. She knew that he was a part of her life and if Master Yoda separated them, then it would be like losing a part of herself. But now was not the time to think of such things. Krysira knew that she should enjoy the time that Trip managed to get for them. �Becan says that the Rybrillian homeworld is less than a day away, Krys,� Trip said as he adjusted a piece of equipment. However, Krysira didn�t answer. She felt a nudge from the Force in her mind. She closed her eyes, as she realized that someone was trying to contact her. But who? Qui-Gon? Obi-Wan? Trip saw Krysira close her eyes and knew that Krysira was in touch with another Jedi, but that didn�t mean that he wasn�t concerned. /�Yes?�/ Krysira thought curiously. /�Krysira?�/ The voice was male and sounded like the owner was in a great deal of pain. She gasped mentally, recognizing the voice. /�Dallon! Where are you?�/ /�In one of our ships. Malfunction...in pain...�/ His voice trailed off. /�Dallon!�/ Krysira cried out telepathically. But there was no response. Trip saw that Krysira had blanched and gently gripped her upper arms. �Krys?� He questioned, worriedly. Krysira's silvery/blue eyes snapped open, gazing into Trip�s concerned handsome face. �There is a Jedi who is in dire need of assistance. His name is Dallon Yull and he is a close friend. I must speak with Captain Archer.� Trip nodded. �The captain will do all that he can to help, sweetheart. I�m sure your friend will be fine,� he told her, gently kissing her lips. �You know the way?� �Yes.� �Go on! Help your friend! I�ll be here if you need me.� Krysira's heart swelled with love for Trip. �Thank-you, my love.� She gave him a brief yet passionate kiss, before heading out of engineering. Trip watch Krysira maneuver gracefully out of engineering. He had seen the gratefulness and love in her beautiful eyes. And it gripped his heart.Part Two
Bridge
Archer sat in the command chair, surveying his bridge crew. It was nice to be back on board. He allowed himself a private smirk. Leave it to Trip and Malcolm to lead everyone on an adventure. He sighed silently. Trip. How would he deal with Trip after they dropped Krysira and Ryvinia off at Coruscant? His thoughts were interrupted... �Captain,� Hoshi began. �I�m receiving a distress call.� Archer turned to look at her. �From whom?� He wanted to know. �It�s an automated distress signal.� Archer sighed, then to himself: �So much for a quiet trip to Rybrill.� �Captain, the sensors are picking up a small ship about 1000 kilometers starboard,� Travis announced from the helm. �On screen,� Archer ordered. A small sleek-looking one-person ship adrift in space, looking as though it had been in battle, replaced the field of stars on the viewscreen. �Looks like the pilot�s seen some fighting,� Travis commented. Archer nodded. �T�Pol.� �I have completed an initial scan, Captain,� the female Vulcan began. �There is one life-sign aboard. Bio-readings indicate that the occupant is...human.� �We can probably assume that the pilot is injured, since the distress call was automated.� T�Pol nodded in agreement. At that point, the doors to the bridge slid open.Part Three
The bridge crew turned as the doors opened and Krysira dashed in. Archer saw the concerned look on the pretty Jedi�s features. �What�s wrong, Krysira?� Archer questioned a worried expression on his face. Krysira came up beside the captain. �Forgive my unannounced arrival, Captain, however I received a mental communication from another Jedi named Dallon Yull,� she began. �Before he slipped into what I hope is nothing worse than unconsciousness, Dallon explained that he is in pain and that his ship is malfunctioning.� Archer gently squeezed her forearm. �It�s alright, Krysira,� he assured her. �We�ll find your friend. But we have to respond to the automated distress call from that ship first.� He motioned to the viewscreen. Krysira's eyes fastened onto the scene on the viewscreen and inhaled sharply. Her silvery/blue eyes snapped back to fasten on Archer�s face. �That is a craft that we use when going on solo missions,� she explained. �Your friend�s on that ship?� �Yes. Captain, is it possible to get his ship aboard?� �Unfortunately, Krysira, there�s not enough room in the launch bay with Trey�s ship there.� Travis turned around in his chair. �What about the transporter, Captain?� He suggested. Archer studied Travis for a long moment or two, then smiled. �Of course, transport just the pilot. Mr. Mayweather, move us in to transporter range.� �Yes, sir,� Travis replied, turning back to the helm control, his fingers dancing across the panel. �T�Pol, contact the transporter room once we�re in range and have Phlox meet Krysira and me in the transporter room with a stretcher. You have the bridge.� �Yes, Captain,� the female Vulcan replied. �Let�s go, Krysira.� He rose to his feet. The beautiful Jedi Knight nodded. �Thank-you, Captain,� she replied. �Once again I am grateful for your assistance.� Archer grinned. �My pleasure.� The two hurried out off of the bridge.Part Four
Engineering
While adjusting a piece of equipment, Trip heard footsteps. He looked over his shoulder to see Malcolm standing there. �Commander, is everything...alright?� The British tactical officer questioned. Trip scowled. �What do you mean?� He wanted to know. Malcolm knew that he was probably treading on dangerous ground, but he needed to know. �I saw Krysira hurry out of here a few minutes ago and um...� His voice lowered. �You didn�t follow. I thought that you two had a tiff of some kind.�� His face showed concern. Trip�s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing. Malcolm cleared his throat. �I�m sorry, sir. I didn�t mean to pry. You two make a very nice couple.� He felt as though he had stepped over the line. Trip�s features relaxed. �I appreciate your concern, Malcolm. Everything is fine between me and Krysira. She received a mental communication for help from a fellow Jedi and went to the bridge to talk to the captain about helping him.� �I see.� Trip allowed a grin to cross his features. �By the way, it took an awfully long time to show Counselor Ryvinia the ship.� Malcolm cleared his throat nervously, as his face grew a bit flush. �Well...I suppose it did. She was very curious about our ship.� Trip merely chuckled, then to himself: �I wonder if that was all she was curious about.� He allowed a grin to spread across his handsome features. Malcolm caught the smile. �Something amusing?� The young commander cleared his throat. �Nope. Nothing at all, Malcolm.� He paused for a beat. �Give me a hand with this, would ya?� The chief engineer motioned to the piece of equipment he was working on, quickly changing the subject. �Certainly, sir.� The two men worked side-by-side in silence for a bit. �Hand me that data padd, would ya?� Trip requested, motioning to a workbench near Malcolm. However, Malcolm seemed to have something on his mind. �Commander...I know a great deal went on back at Exoia, but does it have anything to do with...the Force that Krysira talked about?� �The data padd, please, Malcolm,� Trip merely repeated, blatantly ignoring the question. Malcolm continued as though he hadn�t heard Trip. �I mean, you and Krysira are quite close and I�ve noticed...a bit of a change in you.� Then he added quickly: �For the better, sir.� Trip looked at Malcolm for a few moments before sighing softly. He knew that Malcolm would persist until he answered him. Calming himself and drawing in the Force as Krysira had taught him, Trip raised a hand in the direction of the data padd, which flew instantly towards him. He allowed himself an inner smile, knowing that Krysira would be pleased with his control. �Does that answer your question?� Trip wanted to know. The British officer merely stared at Trip for a long moment. �I see.� Then to himself. �That solves the mystery of what was happening with the commander earlier back at the government center. But why was Hoshi so unnerved? It certainly is unexpected...but not frightening.� Then out loud to Trip. �Is that the reason behind Krysira's talk?� �Partly.� Trip�s attention was focused on the equipment in front of him. �She wanted the crew to be aware of the Force, as she said.� Malcolm nodded. �Do you think that any of the rest of the crew has...the Force...like you do?� Trip shrugged. �Don�t know. Only Krysira or another Jedi can figure that out.� �Aren�t you a Jedi?� Trip shook his head. �No. I�m what is known as Force-sensitive. Krysira has been trained as a Jedi since she was a baby...as are all Jedi.� He finally turned to the tactical officer. �Only Krysira, the captain, Hoshi and you know. Let�s keep it that way...for now.� Malcolm nodded. �Of course, sir. If you ever care to talk about it...� he trailed off, seeing Trip shake his head. �Right now, I�m only talking to Krysira about it. She�s really the only one who understands what I�m dealing with. Maybe once I get a real good handle on it, we can talk then.� �Fair enough, sir.� �Thanks.� Trip gave him a half grin. The two men continued to work in comfortable silence. However, Malcolm�s thoughts drifted towards Hoshi�s behavior back at the government center when she bumped into Ryvinia and himself. Why would the Force be frightening? He found it...fascinating. Perhaps he would have a chat with Hoshi at some point, seeing that Trip really didn�t want to talk about it to anyone but Krysira. Another mystery to solve.Part Five
Transporter Room
Archer looked over at Krysira, seeing that she was a bit anxious despite her calm demeanor. �Captain, why is Dallon not here yet?� Krysira questioned quietly, her eyes never straying from the transporter pad. Archer turned to the crewman behind the nearby console. �Crewman?� He questioned. �We�re just in transporter range now, sir,� the crewman responded. �Transport now. Just the pilot.� �Yes, sir.� The crewman�s fingers flew over the console. �Locking on...� He slid four buttons downward slowly. �Transporting.� As Phlox and two corpsmen entered with a stretcher, a shimmer of lights appeared on the transporter pad. When the lights faded away, a large figure in a dark gray cloak lay on the transporter pad. A moan of pain was heard. �Dallon!� Krysira exclaimed, starting towards her friend. Archer laid a hand on Krysira's shoulder, stopping her advance. �Easy, Krysira,� he soothed. �Let Phlox do his job.� He watched the Denobulan physician go over to the transporter to check on his new patient. Krysira nodded. �Of course, Captain,� she replied. �Dallon is in need of medical attention, therefore procedure dictates that the healer assess his injuries. I should know better.� Archer gently squeezed her shoulder. �No need to be so hard on yourself, Krysira. It�s obvious that you care about your friend�s welfare. No one�s going to fault you for that.� He removed his hand, realizing that he was starting to get a bit familiar with the lovely Jedi Knight. He knew that Trip would be shooting him daggers if he was here. After a couple of minutes, Phlox turned to address them. �He has contusions and what appears to be some slight burn marks,� he told them. �His wounds don�t appear to be severe enough to warrant unconsciousness. I�ll know more when I examine him in Sickbay.� Phlox signaled the corpsmen to put Dallon on the stretcher. �Doctor Phlox, he is Jedi Knight Dallon Yull and he is human. He also stated that he was in pain...before he lost consciousness...if that is helpful,� Krysira offered. Phlox smiled. �Thank-you. It is indeed, Krysira,� he replied. The two corpsmen carried Dallon out on the stretcher with Phlox, Archer and Krysira following.Part Six
Sickbay
Jedi Knight Dallon Yull was placed on the biobed. He was tall like Qui-Gon Jinn but better built, and not as dark-skinned as Mace Windu. He had black, close-cropped hair. Phlox began his examination. However, he paused, looking at Dallon�s utility belt. He remembered what Trip had said earlier about it when Krysira had been injured. Phlox looked over at Krysira. �Would you?� He requested, motioning to Dallon�s utility belt. �Of course, Doctor Phlox,� Krysira replied, as she moved over to Dallon�s side, removing the belt. Phlox nodded his thanks. �I don�t know how long my examination will take, Krysira. But I�ll contact you, when I know anything or he regains consciousness.� Krysira considered his words briefly. �Very well. I will be with Trip in...Engineering.� �Good.� The Denobulan looked at Archer, who was standing behind Krysira. He could see the captain�s gaze resting on the lovely young woman. �Captain?� Phlox saw Archer�s eyes snap over to him. �I assume you would want to be kept informed as well.� Archer cleared his throat. �Of course. I�ll be giving our guests a tour of Enterprise.� Phlox merely nodded, now engrossed in the examination and care of his newest patient, Jedi Knight Dallon Yull.
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