Author's Note: And now, it's time for a long overdue sequel. I know that I have many, many, many dormant stories and I will get back to them, but what my Muses want, they get. This story goes 18 years into the future, where one S'chn T'gai Amanda Khio'ri Uhura has entered into Starfleet Academy. While she is the daughter of the famous Spock and Nyota Uhura, she is not your typical Vulcan/Human hybrid, something everyone's going to realize very quickly. I hope this is received well and if so, an update will be at hand soon.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"That's her? She doesn't even look Vulcan!"

"She's only 1/4 Vulcan and keep your damned voice down, you idiot! She'll hear you!"

"Hey, she's pretty hot…"

Amanda Uhura rolled her dark chocolate eyes at the hissed conversations and continued waiting patiently. The incoming class was 1300 strong and there were only two dozen clerks around, assigning dorms and room numbers. Instead of getting into an increasingly irate line, she had dragged her trunk to the back of the shuttle bay and sat on top calmly. The male human was correct. She didn't look like the standard Vulcan woman at all.

Her wavy hair was down to the bottoms of her breasts and very thick, looking like strands of unraveled black rope. Instead of a long dress and wrap, she had on a pumpkin orange top with strategic cuts to reveal her toned arms and pierced "innie' navel. Dark grey cargo capris with a rainbow belt hugged her behind and she had on bright red canvas sneakers, the bright color a direct contrast to her snow white ankle socks and the tiny flowers inserted throughout her hair.

Her hair was pulled back just enough to reveal the pointed tips of her ears, ears that bore earrings shaped like the IDIC symbol. The symbol was tattooed on her left wrist, as well as the stardates her family members were born on. Her brows had a soft but distinguishable Vulcan arch and her pink lips were closed around a candy apple green sucker. Fingerless black gloves showed plum purple lacquered blunt nails and her ka'athyra was strapped diagonally across her back.

"Mandi!" a chorus of excited voices called over the rabble.

She looked up and her face split into an enormous grin as James "JJ" Tiberius Kirk II skidded through the main doors. Happy tears sprang to her eyes as Cassius McCoy, Sean Scott, Midori "Mid" Sulu, and Octavian Chekov brought up the rear and she ran into a tangled group hug. Due to their age differences, ranging from 18 months-3.5 years, Amanda was the last of their group to enter Starfleet Academy. She had kept herself immersed in the accelerated classes of the New Vulcan Secondary Academy and of course, there were frequent com-calls but seeing her friends, her family members, in person again after so long filled her with fierce joy. After a couple of minutes, she untangled herself and breathed quietly but deeply, resuming her hold on her emotions for the time being. The five of them were in cadet reds and she couldn't wait to put hers on too.

"I have sorely missed the presence of all of you in my day to day activities. I have felt…incomplete."

Three 5 year tours on the Enterprise had irreversibly bonded them, just as it had their parents. Many of her fondest, most embarrassing and most frightening childhood memories featured them and they were collectively known as the "Misfits 6"…

"But, now we are complete again. Welcome, Amanda. You've been sorely missed." Octavian greeted with a chaste peck on her brow.

"Really?"

"Damn right you have, lass. My partner in engineering innovation…" Sean crooned affectionately, hugging her again.

"Thank God you're finally here! It's been hell keeping these three imbeciles outta trouble without you!" Cassius tacked on with fond bitterness, making the boys grin like baboons. "I mean, Mid's been a good help but nobody puts the fear of God into them like you."

Midori stepped forward and placed a tender hand on her shoulder.

"Welcome, my sister. I'm sorry we couldn't have gotten here earlier but JJ got distracted by a squirrel…"

"And by squirrel, I'm certain you mean a woman." Amanda quipped with a raised brow towards the sheepishly grinning redhead.

"When you see her, you'll get it, Mandi."

"…and I want to inform you that we will be roommates. I put the request in as soon as you told me you got in. Where's your stuff?"

"Over there. Hopefully, everyone's been too busy watching me make a non-Vulcan emotional spectacle of myself to steal anything. I honestly don't see what's so worthy of gawking. I am fully capable of the full spectrum of emotions, as are other variations of Vulcans."

"Yeah. But you're probably the first one to be so balls out about it."

"You have a valid point, JJ but the masses will just have to throw out the figurative rulebook on Vulcans, humans, hybrids, and women in general with me. I…am unique.", Amanda replied while striking a superhero pose.

"And insane." Octavian tacked on afterwards, just as he did after her frequent declaration.

"I am a unique and beautiful snowflake, Octy…and now, you are my transportation."

She leapt onto the lean man's back and laughed merrily as he jogged out of the hangar, scolding her for referring to his childhood nickname in public. Cassius, Sean, and JJ were arguing over her "heavy as hell" trunk as they jogged and Midori had picked up her suitcase and placed it on her head, just as the women in Africa did on the way from the market. The familiarity brought peace to her and she smiled into her transportation's shoulder.

By the time she was done around here, Starfleet Academy would be rocked to its foundations and back.

She couldn't wait to begin.