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RATED: PG-13
"Broken Promises"
Chapter 1-
Commander Charles "Trip" Tucker III huddled in the corner of the shed. The ground beneath him was cold, damp and smelled of the manure tracked in on the soles of shoes. He leaned against a wall of the structure, knees drawn up and his arms hugging them tightly.
He wondered who would come in first. Would it be Captain Archer and Lieutenant Reed after they demanded to be allowed to see the commander? Or would it be his captors? The Srolls had been so hospitable only two days before when they first came down to Alijor's surface. The captain, Malcolm and he had been greeted with warmth by them and their clan; well, most of them. Now, the Srolls wanted to hurt Trip, real bad.
Before, Trip had made friends with the youngest son, Tor; and, of course, Nes the daughter.
"Damn." Trip sighed out loud. "Why'd ya hafta do it, Nes? I promised I wouldn't tell on ya. What the hell happened ta make ya do this to me?"
The door opened and some sunlight streamed in. The figure in the doorway was large and Trip knew it had to be the eldest son, Cly. He was trouble, always suspicious of the Enterprise visitors.
"My father wants to wait." Cly said in a controlled, gruff voice. "He says we should grant your captain's wish. I do not agree with my father."
Trip felt his heart beating in his throat. Cly was the one who wanted to take him out and string him up right when they caught him that morning.
"Cly..." Trip tried.
"Silence!" Cly barked. "Or I will take matters into my own hands."
Cly backed out and slammed the door, locking it once again.
Trip shook his head at the ceiling, knowing full well the captain was trying to be diplomatic about this. Trying to find out what really happened and who did the deed. But he would never find out unless Trip told him and that was something he couldn't do. Trip had made a promise and he wouldn't go back on his word. All he had to do was keep quiet and not offer any information. But what if Captain Archer asked him the one question, point blank?
No, he wouldn't. The captain would have no reason to ask Trip that question. If he did, it would be because he wasn't sure whether Nes' accusations were true or not. That would never be the case. So, Trip pushed that in the back of his mind and concentrated on what he could say to Nes, if he ever got to talk to her alone. He laughed at himself. Fat chance.
Shouts from outside the shed startled him. Trip jumped to his feet and ran to the door, leaning his ear against it. He could hear Cly yelling at his father, Rul. Rul was trying to calm his son down, but it didn't sound like he was having much luck. Then he heard Tor pleading with Cly not to do it. It!
The footsteps, heavy, booted and angry came towards the shed. Trip backed away, slowly, staring at the door. He hadn't heard the captain's voice or any Enterprise crewmember for that matter. He wasn't going to get out of this one. Not this time.
The door to the shed was yanked open and the huge, ominous silhouette of Cly darkened the entryway.
TO BE CONTINUED
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RATED: PG-13
"Broken Promises"
Chapter 1-
Commander Charles "Trip" Tucker III huddled in the corner of the shed. The ground beneath him was cold, damp and smelled of the manure tracked in on the soles of shoes. He leaned against a wall of the structure, knees drawn up and his arms hugging them tightly.
He wondered who would come in first. Would it be Captain Archer and Lieutenant Reed after they demanded to be allowed to see the commander? Or would it be his captors? The Srolls had been so hospitable only two days before when they first came down to Alijor's surface. The captain, Malcolm and he had been greeted with warmth by them and their clan; well, most of them. Now, the Srolls wanted to hurt Trip, real bad.
Before, Trip had made friends with the youngest son, Tor; and, of course, Nes the daughter.
"Damn." Trip sighed out loud. "Why'd ya hafta do it, Nes? I promised I wouldn't tell on ya. What the hell happened ta make ya do this to me?"
The door opened and some sunlight streamed in. The figure in the doorway was large and Trip knew it had to be the eldest son, Cly. He was trouble, always suspicious of the Enterprise visitors.
"My father wants to wait." Cly said in a controlled, gruff voice. "He says we should grant your captain's wish. I do not agree with my father."
Trip felt his heart beating in his throat. Cly was the one who wanted to take him out and string him up right when they caught him that morning.
"Cly..." Trip tried.
"Silence!" Cly barked. "Or I will take matters into my own hands."
Cly backed out and slammed the door, locking it once again.
Trip shook his head at the ceiling, knowing full well the captain was trying to be diplomatic about this. Trying to find out what really happened and who did the deed. But he would never find out unless Trip told him and that was something he couldn't do. Trip had made a promise and he wouldn't go back on his word. All he had to do was keep quiet and not offer any information. But what if Captain Archer asked him the one question, point blank?
No, he wouldn't. The captain would have no reason to ask Trip that question. If he did, it would be because he wasn't sure whether Nes' accusations were true or not. That would never be the case. So, Trip pushed that in the back of his mind and concentrated on what he could say to Nes, if he ever got to talk to her alone. He laughed at himself. Fat chance.
Shouts from outside the shed startled him. Trip jumped to his feet and ran to the door, leaning his ear against it. He could hear Cly yelling at his father, Rul. Rul was trying to calm his son down, but it didn't sound like he was having much luck. Then he heard Tor pleading with Cly not to do it. It!
The footsteps, heavy, booted and angry came towards the shed. Trip backed away, slowly, staring at the door. He hadn't heard the captain's voice or any Enterprise crewmember for that matter. He wasn't going to get out of this one. Not this time.
The door to the shed was yanked open and the huge, ominous silhouette of Cly darkened the entryway.
TO BE CONTINUED
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