Title: Hot seat
Author: Pip
Beta: Allie
Rating: PG-13
Codes: Tu/S, A/T (slightly)
Warnings: none
Category: Humor, Action, Challenge
Parts: 5
Author's Note: Challenge is Hoshi gets command
Prologue
Trip ran through the field, his phase pistol held tight in his grip. His long legs flew over the dry grass. His face dripped with sweat and fell onto his now dirty white suit, courtesy of a previous roll on the ground. His breath was husky and the sound of his fiercely beating heart thumped in his ears. He kept running even though he could no longer hear the people screaming at him.
He took a short stop to catch his breath and take a gulp of water from the canister in his jacket pocket. The cool water hit his parched throat so nicely. He sighed and just as he placed the cap on the water he heard the screaming catching up to him.
"Shit," he muttered and began to run again.
Trip needed to outrun Jos; he couldn't let the two-faced weasel's men catch him. Jos would laugh while feeding him to the dogs.
It had all started with Trip, Hoshi, and Travis going planet side to learn about this primitive alien group. They had fun learning customs that mirrored Southern Earth in the 1940s. The people were homely by human standards, but friendly and happy to have company.
The Gran had reached warp status fifty years ago but put space exploration on hold because they were recovering from a recently ended war. Trip was taking an envious look at their warp drive, which was more evolved than Enterprise's, Hoshi was learning their language, and Travis was teaching their few pilots better skills.
Then it had gone bad when Jos' sister decided to try to come on to Trip. Mali was one of the ugliest girls he had met and he bluntly told her that he wasn't attracted to her. Trip told Mali he had only wanted to be friends and Enterprise wouldn't be around for long. Mali pretended to be okay with that but then she told her brother. Jos rounded up his friends and now the chase was on.
Trip couldn't get the look Hoshi gave him out of his head as he told her, "See ya later, darlin'. I got some runnin' t'do."
Hoshi promised to contact Jon and then look for Travis.
As Trip began running again, he looked behind him and saw Jos catching up. He was yelling insults that Trip couldn't quite make out. Trip reached the top of the hill and ran down the other side. He reached around for his communicator and opened it up, yelling frantically into it
"Cap'n gimmie th' hell outta here! I'm bein' chased by some locals with big guns!"
It wasn't Jon who answered, but T'Pol. If a Vulcan could be amused, T'Pol was.
"Ensign Sato just contacted us, Commander Tucker," she replied.
"Then why the hell haven't ya beamed me outta here?" Trip said, annoyed.
"Captain Archer decided it would be better if you ran a bit farther," T'Pol answered.
Trip scowled as he realized Jos was right on his tail.
The Gran looked like blue-eyed humans but they spoke Grannan.
Jos had sandy hair and dark skin. His sister, Mali - who had gotten Trip in this mess - had dark brown hair and a crooked nose. She had thin pale lips and swore like a sailor. Trip couldn't stand her.
The Southern gentleman made his way to the end of the road. The drop off seemed to laugh at Trip as he tried to stop in time without falling off. The Gran approached in no time and were behind him. Trip looked at Jos' grin and down at the 300-foot drop. He waved his hand and jumped off the hill. Jos and his friends dropped their guns and watched as the human plummeted down.
Trip tried to keep ahold of his communicator and yelled at T'Pol, "Get me the hell outta here, T'Pol, before I smash into the ground!"
Trip's body shimmered blue and he disappeared. Jos took his dirty gray hat off and threw it to the ground, stamping on it. He didn't know the humans had that much technology.
***
Trip appeared in the transporter room with the communicator still in front of his wide-open mouth.
He looked at the guy in at the console, who gave him a huge shrug of confusion. Trip bent his knees and placed his hands on his legs, catching his breath. He stood up and took a gulp of water from the canister. He was surprised he had not lost it in the drop. He had, though, lost the phase pistol and grimaced at the thought of the lecture he was sure to receive.
Finally, Trip stepped off the transporter pad and left the room. He had a Vulcan to strangle.
Author: Pip
Beta: Allie
Rating: PG-13
Codes: Tu/S, A/T (slightly)
Warnings: none
Category: Humor, Action, Challenge
Parts: 5
Author's Note: Challenge is Hoshi gets command
Prologue
Trip ran through the field, his phase pistol held tight in his grip. His long legs flew over the dry grass. His face dripped with sweat and fell onto his now dirty white suit, courtesy of a previous roll on the ground. His breath was husky and the sound of his fiercely beating heart thumped in his ears. He kept running even though he could no longer hear the people screaming at him.
He took a short stop to catch his breath and take a gulp of water from the canister in his jacket pocket. The cool water hit his parched throat so nicely. He sighed and just as he placed the cap on the water he heard the screaming catching up to him.
"Shit," he muttered and began to run again.
Trip needed to outrun Jos; he couldn't let the two-faced weasel's men catch him. Jos would laugh while feeding him to the dogs.
It had all started with Trip, Hoshi, and Travis going planet side to learn about this primitive alien group. They had fun learning customs that mirrored Southern Earth in the 1940s. The people were homely by human standards, but friendly and happy to have company.
The Gran had reached warp status fifty years ago but put space exploration on hold because they were recovering from a recently ended war. Trip was taking an envious look at their warp drive, which was more evolved than Enterprise's, Hoshi was learning their language, and Travis was teaching their few pilots better skills.
Then it had gone bad when Jos' sister decided to try to come on to Trip. Mali was one of the ugliest girls he had met and he bluntly told her that he wasn't attracted to her. Trip told Mali he had only wanted to be friends and Enterprise wouldn't be around for long. Mali pretended to be okay with that but then she told her brother. Jos rounded up his friends and now the chase was on.
Trip couldn't get the look Hoshi gave him out of his head as he told her, "See ya later, darlin'. I got some runnin' t'do."
Hoshi promised to contact Jon and then look for Travis.
As Trip began running again, he looked behind him and saw Jos catching up. He was yelling insults that Trip couldn't quite make out. Trip reached the top of the hill and ran down the other side. He reached around for his communicator and opened it up, yelling frantically into it
"Cap'n gimmie th' hell outta here! I'm bein' chased by some locals with big guns!"
It wasn't Jon who answered, but T'Pol. If a Vulcan could be amused, T'Pol was.
"Ensign Sato just contacted us, Commander Tucker," she replied.
"Then why the hell haven't ya beamed me outta here?" Trip said, annoyed.
"Captain Archer decided it would be better if you ran a bit farther," T'Pol answered.
Trip scowled as he realized Jos was right on his tail.
The Gran looked like blue-eyed humans but they spoke Grannan.
Jos had sandy hair and dark skin. His sister, Mali - who had gotten Trip in this mess - had dark brown hair and a crooked nose. She had thin pale lips and swore like a sailor. Trip couldn't stand her.
The Southern gentleman made his way to the end of the road. The drop off seemed to laugh at Trip as he tried to stop in time without falling off. The Gran approached in no time and were behind him. Trip looked at Jos' grin and down at the 300-foot drop. He waved his hand and jumped off the hill. Jos and his friends dropped their guns and watched as the human plummeted down.
Trip tried to keep ahold of his communicator and yelled at T'Pol, "Get me the hell outta here, T'Pol, before I smash into the ground!"
Trip's body shimmered blue and he disappeared. Jos took his dirty gray hat off and threw it to the ground, stamping on it. He didn't know the humans had that much technology.
***
Trip appeared in the transporter room with the communicator still in front of his wide-open mouth.
He looked at the guy in at the console, who gave him a huge shrug of confusion. Trip bent his knees and placed his hands on his legs, catching his breath. He stood up and took a gulp of water from the canister. He was surprised he had not lost it in the drop. He had, though, lost the phase pistol and grimaced at the thought of the lecture he was sure to receive.
Finally, Trip stepped off the transporter pad and left the room. He had a Vulcan to strangle.