DISCLAIMER: Owned by Paramount, blah blah blah.........
NOTE: I don't know if this should be under Parody, Drama, Humour or what, so I just put it under 'General'. You can make up your own minds what category I should've put it under..............
I know this would never happen, and that there's no such gas as Delithium Dioxide. And even if it did exist, I doubt its chemical formula would be D3DL, but, hey, God bless poetic licence!!!
THE ENGINEER'S UNION - Chapter One.
"What are you doin' up so late?" Trip asked, sitting down next to Hoshi in the Mess Hall. It was the early hours of the morning, and the majority of the crew had long since gone to bed.
"I couldn't sleep," she said, looking up from the PADD she'd been studying. "I was working on this earlier today. I'd given up, but when I went to bed I suddenly realised what I'd been missing." She explained. "I started working on it, but then I really fancied some cheesecake, so I came here." She ate a spoonful of cake. "What about you?"
"The night crew are havin' a bit of a problem, I said I'd help 'em out." He took a sip of coffee and looked at his watch. "Didn't think it'd take this long thought." He frowned and took another sip of coffee.
"Everything OK?" she asked through a mouth full of cheesecake. "With Engineering, I mean." She added, once the cheesecake had been swallowed.
"Yeah, it's just that one of the............."
"Engineering to Commander Tucker." The comm. interrupted.
" 'scuse me," Trip said, walking to the comm. panel. "Tucker."
"Sir, we got a D3DL leak." The voice replied.
"I'm on my way. Tucker out." He said.
"D3DL?" Hoshi asked.
"Ask me later," Trip said, "I gotta run."
Before Hoshi could say goodbye, Trip had left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trip entered Main Engineering to find the five crewmen who had been on shift standing in the corner. When he entered, they stopped doing whatever it was they had been doing and turned to face him.
"Where's the leak?" Trip asked.
"We fixed it." Crewman Easton said, smiling. Trip noted that it wasn't a good kind of smile, but more the sort you'd see in a horror film.
"Oh." He said, "Good." He started to head towards the door, feeling a bit uneasy.
"Just a minute, Commander." Crewman McDermott shouted.
Trip turned back to face her. "What?" he asked.
"Come you come and have a look at this, please?" She asked.
"OK." Trip said. He was slightly nervous. All five of them seemed to be acting, well, odd. He dismissed his paranoia as tiredness and walked over to where they were gathered. "What is it?" he asked, looking at the panel.
That was the last thing he remembered doing, before it all went black.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"They've done what!" Archer shouted at his Armoury and Security Officer. He'd been peacefully sleeping when the comm. panel had gone off. They now stood in Archer's quarters.
"They've taken Commander Tucker hostage, Sir." Malcolm repeated.
"Why?" Archer asked, still not quite believing what he was hearing.
"We're not sure, Sir." Malcolm said. "They said they'd only speak to you." Which had annoyed Malcolm incredibly. Not only had he been woken up at an un-Godly hour, he had also gotten dressed, when he could have just stayed in bed.
"What the hell happened down there?" Archer asked.
"We're not entirely sure, Sir," Malcolm began. "From what we can tell, there was a D3DL leak, so Command............."
"D3DL?" Archer interrupted.
"Delithium Dioxide," Malcolm explained. "Commander Tucker was with Ensign Sato in the Mess Hall when he got called to Engineering. He went down to help them fix the leak." Malcolm was silent for a minute. "There is one slight problem, Sir."
"What?" Archer asked, still not quite believing a group of crewmen had kidnapped the Chief Engineer.
"D3DL has some side effects if a high concentration is inhaled in a short period of time."
"What, Malcolm?"
"Well, Sir." Malcolm said, sounding uncomfortable. "It causes temporary insanity."
"Insanity?" Archer asked. Malcolm nodded. "So you're saying Trip is being held hostage by a group of angry, insane Engineers?"
"We don't know if they're angry, Sir."
"That's not the point, Malcolm!" Archer snapped, pacing up and down his room. "How long do the side effects last?"
Malcolm thought for a minute. "Anywhere from a few hours to a few days. It depends on how high the concentration is."
"And we have this stuff onboard Enterprise?" Archer asked, astonished.
"Not intentionally," Malcolm said, "It's a by-product from the warp-coil. It's usually pumped straight out into space and dispersed so it's no harm to anyone."
"But that didn't happen this time." Archer said, thinking. "Wake Sub- Commander T'Pol," Archer headed towards the bathroom. "I'll meet you both down there in five minutes."
"Aye, Sir." Malcolm said, leaving the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trip was vaguely aware of some voices in the distance, but he couldn't be sure. His head was hurting. He tried to move, but found he couldn't. He opened his eyes to see what was restraining him. "What the?" he asked to nobody in particular. He had been sellotaped to a chair located in a corner of Engineering near the door.
"You're awake." Came a voice from the balcony.
Trip twisted his head to see who was speaking, but that only resulted in more pain in his head. "What the hell are you doin'?" He asked.
"Well," replied the voice, "We seem to be holding you here, until our demands are met."
"What?" Trip asked again. He could now see that the voice belonged to Crewman Easton. He walked towards Trip, closely followed by Crewmen McDermott, Harris, Blackwell and Johnson.
"Demands, Commander, Demands!" Easton shouted.
"What demands?" Trip asked. He still had no idea what was going on.
"You treat us like dirt." Blackwell said.
"Just because we're not officers." Harris added.
"What?" Trip asked again. "What the hell are ya talkin' about?"
"You're our bait." McDermott said.
"Bait?" Trip asked. Then he remembered - the D3DL. "'Aw hell."
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A/N: That's it for this chapter. Sorry about all the technical crap, but my college cancelled the spacecraft mechanics course I wanted to take, so I'm not quite up to scratch ( !!
Anyway, LYL, Jen.
PS - If ANYBODY knows the max warp of Enterprise in TOS, please email me (jenday85@hotmail.com). I need to know for a new fic I'm planning. (Don't worry, it's not a TOS fic, it is Enterprise!). Anyone who knows, or has a rough idea, please let me know. Somebody out there know the max warp!!! Thanks, Jen.
NOTE: I don't know if this should be under Parody, Drama, Humour or what, so I just put it under 'General'. You can make up your own minds what category I should've put it under..............
I know this would never happen, and that there's no such gas as Delithium Dioxide. And even if it did exist, I doubt its chemical formula would be D3DL, but, hey, God bless poetic licence!!!
THE ENGINEER'S UNION - Chapter One.
"What are you doin' up so late?" Trip asked, sitting down next to Hoshi in the Mess Hall. It was the early hours of the morning, and the majority of the crew had long since gone to bed.
"I couldn't sleep," she said, looking up from the PADD she'd been studying. "I was working on this earlier today. I'd given up, but when I went to bed I suddenly realised what I'd been missing." She explained. "I started working on it, but then I really fancied some cheesecake, so I came here." She ate a spoonful of cake. "What about you?"
"The night crew are havin' a bit of a problem, I said I'd help 'em out." He took a sip of coffee and looked at his watch. "Didn't think it'd take this long thought." He frowned and took another sip of coffee.
"Everything OK?" she asked through a mouth full of cheesecake. "With Engineering, I mean." She added, once the cheesecake had been swallowed.
"Yeah, it's just that one of the............."
"Engineering to Commander Tucker." The comm. interrupted.
" 'scuse me," Trip said, walking to the comm. panel. "Tucker."
"Sir, we got a D3DL leak." The voice replied.
"I'm on my way. Tucker out." He said.
"D3DL?" Hoshi asked.
"Ask me later," Trip said, "I gotta run."
Before Hoshi could say goodbye, Trip had left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trip entered Main Engineering to find the five crewmen who had been on shift standing in the corner. When he entered, they stopped doing whatever it was they had been doing and turned to face him.
"Where's the leak?" Trip asked.
"We fixed it." Crewman Easton said, smiling. Trip noted that it wasn't a good kind of smile, but more the sort you'd see in a horror film.
"Oh." He said, "Good." He started to head towards the door, feeling a bit uneasy.
"Just a minute, Commander." Crewman McDermott shouted.
Trip turned back to face her. "What?" he asked.
"Come you come and have a look at this, please?" She asked.
"OK." Trip said. He was slightly nervous. All five of them seemed to be acting, well, odd. He dismissed his paranoia as tiredness and walked over to where they were gathered. "What is it?" he asked, looking at the panel.
That was the last thing he remembered doing, before it all went black.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"They've done what!" Archer shouted at his Armoury and Security Officer. He'd been peacefully sleeping when the comm. panel had gone off. They now stood in Archer's quarters.
"They've taken Commander Tucker hostage, Sir." Malcolm repeated.
"Why?" Archer asked, still not quite believing what he was hearing.
"We're not sure, Sir." Malcolm said. "They said they'd only speak to you." Which had annoyed Malcolm incredibly. Not only had he been woken up at an un-Godly hour, he had also gotten dressed, when he could have just stayed in bed.
"What the hell happened down there?" Archer asked.
"We're not entirely sure, Sir," Malcolm began. "From what we can tell, there was a D3DL leak, so Command............."
"D3DL?" Archer interrupted.
"Delithium Dioxide," Malcolm explained. "Commander Tucker was with Ensign Sato in the Mess Hall when he got called to Engineering. He went down to help them fix the leak." Malcolm was silent for a minute. "There is one slight problem, Sir."
"What?" Archer asked, still not quite believing a group of crewmen had kidnapped the Chief Engineer.
"D3DL has some side effects if a high concentration is inhaled in a short period of time."
"What, Malcolm?"
"Well, Sir." Malcolm said, sounding uncomfortable. "It causes temporary insanity."
"Insanity?" Archer asked. Malcolm nodded. "So you're saying Trip is being held hostage by a group of angry, insane Engineers?"
"We don't know if they're angry, Sir."
"That's not the point, Malcolm!" Archer snapped, pacing up and down his room. "How long do the side effects last?"
Malcolm thought for a minute. "Anywhere from a few hours to a few days. It depends on how high the concentration is."
"And we have this stuff onboard Enterprise?" Archer asked, astonished.
"Not intentionally," Malcolm said, "It's a by-product from the warp-coil. It's usually pumped straight out into space and dispersed so it's no harm to anyone."
"But that didn't happen this time." Archer said, thinking. "Wake Sub- Commander T'Pol," Archer headed towards the bathroom. "I'll meet you both down there in five minutes."
"Aye, Sir." Malcolm said, leaving the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trip was vaguely aware of some voices in the distance, but he couldn't be sure. His head was hurting. He tried to move, but found he couldn't. He opened his eyes to see what was restraining him. "What the?" he asked to nobody in particular. He had been sellotaped to a chair located in a corner of Engineering near the door.
"You're awake." Came a voice from the balcony.
Trip twisted his head to see who was speaking, but that only resulted in more pain in his head. "What the hell are you doin'?" He asked.
"Well," replied the voice, "We seem to be holding you here, until our demands are met."
"What?" Trip asked again. He could now see that the voice belonged to Crewman Easton. He walked towards Trip, closely followed by Crewmen McDermott, Harris, Blackwell and Johnson.
"Demands, Commander, Demands!" Easton shouted.
"What demands?" Trip asked. He still had no idea what was going on.
"You treat us like dirt." Blackwell said.
"Just because we're not officers." Harris added.
"What?" Trip asked again. "What the hell are ya talkin' about?"
"You're our bait." McDermott said.
"Bait?" Trip asked. Then he remembered - the D3DL. "'Aw hell."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: That's it for this chapter. Sorry about all the technical crap, but my college cancelled the spacecraft mechanics course I wanted to take, so I'm not quite up to scratch ( !!
Anyway, LYL, Jen.
PS - If ANYBODY knows the max warp of Enterprise in TOS, please email me (jenday85@hotmail.com). I need to know for a new fic I'm planning. (Don't worry, it's not a TOS fic, it is Enterprise!). Anyone who knows, or has a rough idea, please let me know. Somebody out there know the max warp!!! Thanks, Jen.