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“Before We Launch” for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.


Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!

I didn’t post here last week, for good reason. Chef Bluebeard and I had our first romantic getaway, just the two of us. The kids, 16 and 13, were excited to stay home alone while we went to Maine. Although there were a couple of complications, they did very well. They were happy to see us come home, but both said they’re okay with us going away again.

They’re growing up, and becoming adults, and it’s reassuring to see that all the things they’ve been learning are there for them to count on when they need them.

But now, on to the WIPpeting!

It’s time for another installment of my TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise https://www.fanfiction.net/u/3623108/. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap

Trip’s poor treatment of the new Vulcan Science Officer has been noticed by Communications Officer Hoshi Sato – and she’s not happy with him. More, she’s willing to do something about it.

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 18, 2017.
  • I have 3 paragraphs for you today. Why three? I added the digits of the date (1+8=9); then took the square root of the sum, which is 3.

“Before We Launch”

“That could wreck my entire career, Hoshi. You’d do that to me, just because I wasn’t nice to her? A Vulcan?”

“Yes, sir. I would. You’re a senior officer; you’ve had training in dealing with crewmates from other cultures. You’re supposed to know how to behave, Commander Tucker. If you don’t, Starfleet Command should know about it – before we launch.” Hoshi’s face said that she meant every single word she was saying. Trip wasn’t going to talk her into being okay with the way he’d treated the Vulcan Surprise Package, no matter how infuriating she was. And, now that he thought about it, she was completely right. He should be reprimanded. Maybe Jon should, too, but Hoshi hadn’t seen that bit.  And he wasn’t going to tell her; Jon was his best friend.

“Hang on a minute.” He was already turning around by the time he got to the end of the sentence. He marched himself right back up the step and around the corner to the Science Station. Was it his imagination, or did Miss I’m Turning My Back On You And Your Handshake look more than a little stressed and confused? Had it upset her, the way he talked to her? If so, why? What logical reason could there be for her to care?

What does Trip intend to do?

Will Hoshi do as she’s threatened?

Is T’Pol stressed and upset?

If so, why?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

 

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“You Wouldn’t Dare” for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.


Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!


But right now, it’s time for another installment of my TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap:

Trip’s facing the music – in the form of Ensign Hoshi Sato, who has her own tune to play…

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 4, 2017.
  • I have 4 paragraphs for you today.

“You Wouldn’t Dare”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Want to test that theory, Trip?”

“ That’s Commander Tucker to you. And I can order you not to say anything to my mother about what happens on the Bridge. I’m your superior officer.”

“I’ve done my homework, Trip. A Vulcan High Command rank of Sub-Commander supersedes yours, in case you didn’t know. So what you were doing out there was technically insubordination. But you’re right. Maybe it’s not your mother I should speak to. I do have a direct line to Admiral Forest -”

Will Hoshi make good on her threat?

Can Trip dissuade her?

What’s T’Pol up to?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!


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Something to Say for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.


Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!


But right now, it’s time for another installment of my TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap:

Trip walks away from his Vulcan Surprise Package – and straight into the music he’s got to face…

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is September 27, 2017.
  • I have 4 paragraphs for you today – I subtracted the first digit of the day from the second, incorrectly, because I have a bit of a cold and my brain is a little muzzy. (72 only equals 4 in my addled brain).

Something to Say

Hoshi Sato was standing there when Trip got to the Situation Room, and the way she had her arms crossed over her chest, and her foot tapping, said that he’d gotten in trouble with her. They’d become friends way back when she was trying to decide whether to take Jon’s offer of joining Starfleet. It wasn’t going to matter to her that he was her commanding officer, if she had something to say.

“What the hell are you thinking, Commander Tucker?” Her voice was a quiet hiss of fury; it reminded him of the way Miss “My Name Is T’Pol”’s eyes had somehow flashed anger at him even though nothing in her expression seemed to have changed by so much as a micrometer.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He gave her an aww-shucks shrug and grin, hoping she was young enough and complacent enough that she would let it go.

“Like hell you don’t, sir. She hasn’t done anything to any of us; she’s only been aboard for 8 minutes. It’s not fair to antagonize her just because she got assigned here, and she happens to be Vulcan. She can’t help who she is, or how humans feel about her people. Play nice, Commander Tucker, or I’m going to tell your mother when we get home.”

Will Trip play nice?

Will Hoshi tattle on him?

Will T’Pol’s second 8 minutes be as eventful as the first?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!


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Attempt to Adapt for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.


Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!


This has been a quieter week for me, but we’re ramping up for another growth cycle in our small business, so there is plenty for me to do. Honestly, there’s more to do than I can do, so I’m portioning it out, trying to find a workable blend of time for my own pursuits (fitness, writing, just being me), family interests (driving practice, homeschooling, hometending, talking, and the like), and the business (marketing and branding, administration, working markets and events).

But right now, it’s time for another installment of my TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage – and peeks behind-the-scenes on that first mission.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap:

T’Pol is inordinately aware of the Chief Engineer…will she be able to tend to her duty.

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is September 20, 2017.
  • I have 2 paragraphs for you today – I subtracted the second digit of the day from the first (2-0 = 2).

Attempt to Adapt

“I’ll try to remember that,” she answered, as she had in the Ready Room. Logically, such details as his respiratory rate were of no concern to her. There should be no uneasy sensation in her digestive tract in relation to Commander “Call Me Trip” Tucker. At the earliest opportunity, she would meditate to deal with the agitation this human caused her. Until then, she must attempt to adapt.

Decided, T’Pol began a cursory examination of the science station. But she couldn’t focus on her duties. She remained in this heightened sense of awareness, her entire body tingling, until the moment he turned away.

Will T’Pol be able to adapt?

Why is her body tingling?

And why did Trip stare at her so long?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

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“My Name is T’Pol” for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.


Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!


There are maybe things I could say about this past week – but I’ve said many of them already. So I guess I’ll just get down to business….

It’s time for another installment of my TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap:

T’Pol is having difficulty adjusting to duty on a human ship – or to the Chief Engineer, who just informed her he’s forgotten her name.

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is September 13, 2017.
  • I have 23 sentences for you today – I added digit of the day (13), to the digits of the year (2+0+1+7=1o).

“My Name is T’Pol”

“My name is T’Pol.”

“Cap’n’s orders are that Sub-Commander T’Pol here is to be extended every courtesy. Now, I know none of us are too busy to drop anything we happen to be doing any time she’s got a question, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

He stepped up to the console beside T’Pol. His nearness, and the rancid edge of his scent, were a most disquieting combination. “May I please be excused, ma’am? I’d like to get that viewing table up and running before we launch, and it might help if I stop by the Engine Room and wave at folks – but, of course, if you need someone to hold your chair for you-”

“I require nothing of you, Commander.” Except, perhaps, that he take his agitating presence elsewhere.

“Common courtesy is to thank someone when they offer you their help, T’Pol. And to accept handshakes. And to call people by the names they want to be called.”

“Human courtesy, Commander Tucker. My people’s customs differ -” she considered how to broach the topic of what he had offered, and what it meant among Vulcans, but that was a discussion which required a level of privacy the current circumstances wouldn’t accommodate.

“Was there supposed to be an end to that sentence – cause I’ve got a lot of work to do, but I wouldn’t want it reported to the High Command that I interrupted their chaperone before she was done preaching at me.”

“Vulcan customs differ significantly, Commander. On my world, your action would be considered – most discourteous.”

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t your world. So, if you’re going to hitch a ride with us, maybe you’d better stow your customs, unless you’re going to tell us about them ahead of time. And I’d be damned willing to bet all of your customs are classified. So maybe you’d better go ahead and look up the database on etiquette, because none of us are observers. We’ve all got too damned much to do to nursemaid you for the next eight days, Sub-Commander T’Pol.”

The cadence of his voice shifted as he spoke, becoming nearly 10% faster, in addition to gaining a staccato pattern that affected his respiratory rate.

Will T’Pol take the time to learn human customs?

Will she ever tell Trip exactly what handshakes imply in her culture?

Will these two ever learn to get along with each other?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page,  or go directly to my brand-new story-in-progress, “Highly Classified Mission.” – new chapters posting about once a week.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

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“It’s All Yours” for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.


Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!


By the time I post next week, I’ll be the mother of a sixteen year old, and he should have taken his learner’s permit test, in preparation for getting his license!

Tempus fugit…

But now it’s time for another installment of my finally-getting–sassy-TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise . It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap:

T’Pol is having difficulty adjusting to duty on a human ship – and to her responses to a certain human male’s offer of a handshake.

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is August 30, 2017.
  • I have 21 sentences for you today – for the digits in the month, day, and year, added together.

“It’s All Yours”

The sharp whine of overloaded circuitry came from her left, accompanied by an acrid scent, and the Terrans at the table leapt away from it. As though able to sense the problem through walls and doors, Commander Tucker burst from the passageway behind her. “Move it or lose it,” he said, and pushed past her, his scent and energy disturbing the calm she was attempting to regain after his closeness in the Ready Room.

“Damn it, you people trying to burn the ship down before she even launches? And in front of our chaperone?”  He went to the wall and pressed a button, and a chemical mist emerged from the ceiling. “I made sure the fire suppression system was up even before life support. Did all the work in an EV suit. There was a reason for that. I want a report on just how it got turned off in one hour – tops. If I don’t get it, I’ll have you all checking EPS conduits and scrubbing plasma injectors on double shifts for the entire mission. Now, get that table repaired, get me a report, and, if anything else sparks up, and that system doesn’t come on like it’s supposed to, I’m leaving you all here and starting over, because you’ve got no business wearing those red stripes or the uniforms they’re on.”

With the emergency abated, and the Bridge suddenly devoid of human verbalizations, he turned to T’Pol. “Suppose you’ll be tellin’ old Soval all about this little mishap.”

“I simply wish to assume my station.” She wouldn’t allow his presence to affect her. Certainly not while she was on duty. Nor would she admit she didn’t know where her duty station was located.

“Well, assume away, then.” He gestured to the station nearest the lift doors. “It’s all yours, Sub-Commander.

Will T’Pol respond to Trip’s sharp tone?

Will she even notice it?

Will there be another fire?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page, or go directly to my brand-new story-in-progress, “Highly Classified Mission.” – new chapters posting about once a week.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!

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No Perceptible Pattern for WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.

Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!


It’s been another busy week. In addition to ordering some things for Chef Bluebeard’s Flavor Enhancement Sauces – director’s chairs that are easier to get in and out of than our slingback camp chairs; a new tote that will organize smaller supplies in a more compact form; a waterproof canopy tent; and sign holders – we’ve also bought two reliable used Subarus, which will make it far easier to load and unload for markets, and allow us to expand to more markets and events, and eventually, move to stores.

That’s what took up a lot of my week thus far….but not why I’m so late getting this posted that it might actually be Thursday before you read this.

Today happens to be our 20th anniversary. So please forgive the lateness; I was celebrating with oysters, asparagus, and yummy desserts!

But now…

It’s time for another installment of my finally-getting–sassy-TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise . It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.

I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!

Recap:

T’Pol is emotionally agitated after reporting for duty on Enterprise.

Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is August 23, 2017.
  • I have 20 sentences for you today – for the 20 years Chef Bluebeard and I have been married, as of today! 

No Perceptible Pattern

Meditation would perhaps assist her in recovering herself. However, she had reported for duty, and therefore must take her station. Perhaps it would be logical to request permission from Captain Archer, due to the likelihood that the exercise would improve her efficiency.

But T’Pol didn’t turn back to do so. Her reticence to face either of the two human men again was certainly illogical, and evidenced her agitation. She would meditate on that at the earliest opportunity, but she wouldn’t risk further impediments to her ability to function now.

She was expected to be at her station, although she had received nothing from Jonathan Archer that could be logically construed as a duty assignment. She would therefore spend the interim learning the station and the others, so that she could attend to her duties immediately once she had specific tasks upon which to focus.

Her course decided, T’Pol moved to the entrance of the short corridor that led from the Bridge to the Captain’s Ready Room. The area beyond seemed to have changed little since she passed through it on her way to report to Captain Archer, if the shouting, clanging, and irrelevant conversational fragments were any indication. Perhaps that was the manner of starship functioning on human vessels. If so, she was going to be satisfied with Soval’s directive that she remain in her assigned quarters when not required on the Bridge. She would have need of quiet and order.

She had hesitated already far longer than was logical, or would be acceptable for an officer on a Vulcan crew. T’Pol took a deep breath, and passed through the doorway.

Humans moved frenetically about the Bridge, moving with no perceptible pattern from one position to another. Much of the activity seemed to be centered around a large diagnostic display table in an alcove to her left. Three crewman were adjusting the device, while four more watched from the perimeter of the space, and three more lingered in the entrance to the space, exchanging greetings and accounts of what they’d been doing when prematurely called to duty.

Perhaps she should expect nothing else, on a ship commanded by a Terran who had openly professed a desire to “knock her on her ass”. She was still uncertain of the precise meaning of the colloquialism, but there was no doubt that it had been hostile.

Will T’Pol find emotional stability?

Will she get the chance to meditate?

Can she adjust to working on a human ship?

Any guesses?

If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page, or go directly to my brand-new story-in-progress, “Highly Classified Mission.” – new chapters posting at least twice a week, and hopefully sooner.

And, as always, clicking the little blue froggy above will carry you on to other WIPpet offerings from our talented and diverse group of writerly folks. You can even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined!