Author's Note: This is not my first Trek story, just the first I've
actually posted. My editor (I'm not actually published, but I consider my
friend, Kim, my editor) has been harping on me to start writing for Trek
again, so this is what I came up for her.
Dedication: This is dedicated to my two friends who have supported me in my Trek days and my writings for Trek. Kristi helps me out and complements my work on Enterprise. Kim helps me out with the other series' I write for. I hope they enjoy this action packed story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
And now, I give you.Grave Discoveries:
The bridge of the iEnterprise/i was quiet and nearly empty. It was the graveyard shift, and barely anyone manned it at that time of night. Ensign Graves let her tired hands relax in her lap. She had been managing the armory station for a while. Her friend, Ensign Sabato, relaxed in Hoshi's seat for a moment before checking on T'Pol's station. Ensign Miller had patched the Engineering read outs into the helm console, where she sat. The three friends barely knew any of the command staff aside from their superiors.
"Mac? How's the ship?" Ensign Graves asked Ensign Miller, turning towards her.
Ensign Mackenzie Miller looked up briefly, "Well, Kristi, she's flyin' straight and she feels right; so, I'd say we're good."
Kristine Graves nodded and glanced to the other presence on the bridge, "What about you, Amelia?"
Amelia Sabato smiled, "Cost is clear."
They often try some of this small talk to keep each other company. Nothing interesting ever happened when they were in charge. They would chat with each other, but were constantly at a loss for words because they had told the same stories over and over again.
Suddenly, the com console started blinking, "We have an incoming transmission."
"Put it up," Mac said, waiting for it to appear, "This is Ensign Miller of the iStarship Enterprise/i. What can we do for you?"
"Miller, you have something we want", the voice commented, not even introducing himself.
An eyebrow arched, "And what, kind sir, might that be?"
"Weapons. Women. Food. Warp", he called out.
She held up a finger and had the message muted, "Call for the captain."
A few minutes later, Captain Archer walked onto the bridge and took over the communication, "This is Captain Jonathan Archer. I'm afraid we can only give you a small supply of food."
"Unexceptable!" the voice shouted, "Prepare to be boarded!"
The com went silent. Jonathan Archer turned sharply towards Ensign Graves.
"Tactical Alert, wake up the senior staff", he ordered.
At once, the lights turned down more and the red klaxons rang out.
Dedication: This is dedicated to my two friends who have supported me in my Trek days and my writings for Trek. Kristi helps me out and complements my work on Enterprise. Kim helps me out with the other series' I write for. I hope they enjoy this action packed story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
And now, I give you.Grave Discoveries:
The bridge of the iEnterprise/i was quiet and nearly empty. It was the graveyard shift, and barely anyone manned it at that time of night. Ensign Graves let her tired hands relax in her lap. She had been managing the armory station for a while. Her friend, Ensign Sabato, relaxed in Hoshi's seat for a moment before checking on T'Pol's station. Ensign Miller had patched the Engineering read outs into the helm console, where she sat. The three friends barely knew any of the command staff aside from their superiors.
"Mac? How's the ship?" Ensign Graves asked Ensign Miller, turning towards her.
Ensign Mackenzie Miller looked up briefly, "Well, Kristi, she's flyin' straight and she feels right; so, I'd say we're good."
Kristine Graves nodded and glanced to the other presence on the bridge, "What about you, Amelia?"
Amelia Sabato smiled, "Cost is clear."
They often try some of this small talk to keep each other company. Nothing interesting ever happened when they were in charge. They would chat with each other, but were constantly at a loss for words because they had told the same stories over and over again.
Suddenly, the com console started blinking, "We have an incoming transmission."
"Put it up," Mac said, waiting for it to appear, "This is Ensign Miller of the iStarship Enterprise/i. What can we do for you?"
"Miller, you have something we want", the voice commented, not even introducing himself.
An eyebrow arched, "And what, kind sir, might that be?"
"Weapons. Women. Food. Warp", he called out.
She held up a finger and had the message muted, "Call for the captain."
A few minutes later, Captain Archer walked onto the bridge and took over the communication, "This is Captain Jonathan Archer. I'm afraid we can only give you a small supply of food."
"Unexceptable!" the voice shouted, "Prepare to be boarded!"
The com went silent. Jonathan Archer turned sharply towards Ensign Graves.
"Tactical Alert, wake up the senior staff", he ordered.
At once, the lights turned down more and the red klaxons rang out.