A to Z – the final blogging frontier…
Captain’s Log: April 13, 2016
These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01), the first Warp Five capable Terran craft. Humans are now able to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go….
I don’t own Enterprise or her crew. No monetary profit is gained from these stories. I just want to share my passion for these characters and their world.
T’Pol has been ordered to assist Commander Tucker in analyzing sensor data on the Suliban ship that was used to kidnap the Klingon, Klaang. However, there are complications, not the least of which is an emotionally volatile Chief Engineer.
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Rated PG for mild language.
T’Pol stood to the side of the main sensor array control panel, attempting to remain out of Commander Tucker’s path as he repeatedly crossed the deck plating to stare at the sensor array, and then returned to the panel, where he frowned at her and exhaled sharply before moving away again. With each circuit, his scent grew heavier, more constricting, filling the air with a pungent bitterness that was ill-suited to his generally agreeable olfactory signature.
“Damned Vulcan woman!”
“Saddled me with her!”
He spoke softly, but with considerable force, in a sporadic pattern; from the fragments she could understand, he didn’t find either her or her assistance agreeable. She wondered if he was aware that she could hear him quite clearly. Was this the manner in which he conveyed strong emotion? She recalled her previous observations of this human. No, he had been quite loud, perhaps even by human standards, when the woman Natalie would not cease her activities when he demanded she do so.
“Extend her every courtesy!”
“Throw her the hell out the damned airlock!”
He returned, but broke his pattern to stare at her. “Are you just going to stand there like a support beam, or is it possible that you might do something –anything at all – to help me find Klaang, and get him home before his people come looking for us?”
“You’ve given me no direction, Commander Tucker.” Although it would perhaps have been a more logical alternative, T’Pol didn’t mention her inability to read his language. Her extensive Security training had conditioned her not to reveal vulnerabilities that might become liabilities.
“You want direction? Look at that damned panel, and tell me if you can think of anything that might help us spot those guys who took him – what the hell is that species called again?”
“You are searching for the Suliban.” T’Pol looked at the panel; it was incomprehensible. Given time and permission, she could expand the interface program she’d written for her Bridge station to function elsewhere on the ship, but that was of no use now. “I see no point in attempting to locate their ship, as they clearly possess technology and genetic advances your species lacks.”
He stared at her, and his scent grew almost rancid. Instinct tensed T’Pol’s muscles, but she didn’t relent to the urge to assume a defensive stance, lest she provoke the volatile engineer.
“Well, then, since Miss High and Mighty Vulcan says there’s no point, I guess we should just stick or tails between our legs and run home, right? Throw Klaang to the wolves and declare him collateral damage? Yeah, I’ll just be you’d think it was the cat’s pajamas to be able to go and report back to old Soval that we couldn’t even deliver a package on time!”
T’Pol was a Vulcan; she didn’t flinch as his voice ricocheted off various metallic surfaces, becoming distorted and magnified in the chamber dominated by empty space.
She swallowed back a need to vomit; she wouldn’t give into that impulse, either, at least until she was alone. He had seen her vomit once; the fact added to her agitation. When she could speak without risk of revealing her digestive distress, she answered truthfully.
“I don’t understand your vernacular, Commander Tucker.”
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