Author's Note: Well, um, yea. I have nothing to say really except, I have no school for sixteen days!! Down side, I have English homework, can you believe that? I'm sure you don't care. Anyway, enjoy the story.

Summary: When they attempt to save Shiloh, will they be able to? Or will their plan fail?
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Chapter Seven:
Failed Plans

Malcolm and Travis had finished passing out the food and walked out into the passageway. Once the door had closed they breathed a sigh of relief. "Well he's ok. That's good."
"What are they talking about? Who are their masters?"
"I wish I knew," Malcolm stated. "Those Tasos, sitting to the right of the one that spoke, that was Captain Terion and Uion."
"I thought they looked familiar. If that is them-" Travis stopped mind sentence not wanting to finish and Malcolm understood. Then he said, "But how are we going to get him out of there?"
Malcolm thought about it for a minute; his tactical mind coming back to him. He sighed and said, "We've got to find some way to get all of them out into the halls, snatch him, and get the hell out of here."
"That's the plan?"
"Better than nothing," Malcolm remarked as they walked back to the room they had started in.
"How are we going to get them out of there?"
Malcolm looked at him and said, "We attack."

The plan would work, it had to. The California would fire a few shots one hundred meters away and, hopefully, scare them out into the halls.
"Here goes nothing," Archer mumbled as he gave the signal. The entire place shook and alarms went off. All four of them stood off to the sides and tried to stay relatively out of the way. The doors opened and the seventeen people walked, or rather ran, out of the room.
Malcolm ran and tried to grab Shiloh but his attempts were halted by a Taso getting in his way. They seemed to have surrounded him; trying to protect him, almost. One Taso said something into his communicator and all five disappeared.
The other eight, startled by them, froze momentarily. Malcolm, Archer, Trip, and Travis all pointed their phasers at them and kept them from going anywhere.
"Interesting job; stealing and selling children," Trip mocked after seeing his mother and father-in-laws in the group of delegates.
"We can explain."
"Don't even bother," Trip spat at Sevel when he tried to talk.
"We should take them back to the California, maybe they know where the Taso are going," Archer said.

They beamed up to the California and had the eight people escorted to the brig. Travis and Malcolm stayed with them while Trip and Archer scurried to the bridge and filled in T'Pol.
"They left a few minutes ago, we were unable to track them," T'Pol reported the status of what had happened on the ship. Trip's eyes were not focused on his wife but instead on the figure next to her.
"Hoshi?"
"Hello, Captain- I mean Admiral. Trip." Hoshi was beaming. They had not seen each other for a long time; not since the year after Enterprise's mission ended.
"When did you get here?" Archer asked, in as much shock as Trip.
"I work at the communications center on Vulcan. We detected your ship and thought it odd that you had no orders to be here nor had you contacted us ahead of time. I wanted to check it out and was shocked to find T'Pol as the captain," Hoshi explained.
Trip and Archer both nodded. Before turning their attention back to the matter at hand. "Shiloh?" T'Pol asked.
Trip walked over to her before he said, "They took 'im." She appeared on the verge of crying but held it in like all of her other emotions she had so successfully hidden. 'We'll find him, again, I promise.'
When she heard Trip's voice, she looked up at him with a half-hearted smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She nodded and stated, "We should question the... delegates. They may know something."
"T'Pol, there's somethin' you need t' know first." She stopped and looked back at Trip before he continued, "Your parents are two of the 'delegates'."
She was the non-pulsed Vulcan on the outside but Trip could sense that it was a pretty big blow to her. She closed her eyes and just turned to get in the turbolift. Trip sighed and followed her lead. Followed by Archer, who walked in after the two, and they headed to the brig.

**Brig**

"Were are they taking Shiloh?" Archer asked all of them. They had asked tons of questions and, strangely enough, they had answered every one of them. Their looks were sincere and taken literally.
For the moment, though, they were behind an energy field. Which was keeping them in a confined area so Archer, Trip, and T'Pol could keep an eye on them. No matter their protests, the minute they found Shiloh, they would be handed over to the proper authorities. For now though, T'Pol was arranging confined quarters for them.
"They will be taking him back to their masters' home world," T'Rith answered.
"Were is that? Who are they?" Malcolm inquired.
"The Taso never told us. We don't have any idea," Forrest insisted.
"We do know that they have connections in the Jetogato system," one of the younger delegates said.
"Travis."
"I'm on it, sir." Travis walked out the door and headed for the bridge.
"All right, now how 'bout some 'why's," Trip said with a very menacing glare.

**Taso Ship**

They rematerialized in the same room that they left in. His eyes stung at the sudden change in lighting and coloration. After a minute or two, he could again see in the new place. He was lead off the platform and guided outside. He could feel that they had gone to Warp and he had a pretty good idea where they were going; their masters' home planet.
When they arrived at his quarters, Deacon was in there, tiding the place up. "Get out!" Terion barked at him.
Startled, he looked up at the group standing by the door with terror in his eyes. He looked down at his feet and mumbled an apology. Then, he grabbed the few things he had brought with him and tried to escape out the door.
"Wait!" Shiloh called and he turned around. "Don't go, I'll get bored again."
"You don't want this...thing to be your company. I can-"
"No, him," Shiloh said, cutting Terion off with his natural dominancy. He knew that he had quite a bit of power over them and he was learning to use it for good purposes only.
"Of course."
"You're dismissed," Shiloh said to him and the others left, leaving Deacon and Shiloh alone.
"You are getting better at accepting what must be done."
"Excuse me?" Shiloh asked, bewildered.
"You will be there messiah at this rate. There is no stopping it. And the way you have the ability to control them proves that."
"No!" Shiloh said, defending himself in a half futile battle. "I'm only doing it to... I only did it to help you. I didn't want you in trouble."
"Thanks for the concern," Deacon said as he went back to work. Shiloh sighed and decided to help him. He picked up a rag and helped him as he washed the walls. Shiloh had wondered what the walls felt like ever since he got on board. They were solid and sturdy but soft and cushiony to the touch. "You don't have to help."
"And you don't have to clean," Shiloh retorted and looked at him. Their eyes locked as they did the same thing Archer and Trip would do; stared into the other's eyes until one cracked. Deacon looked away and ignored his comment and his actions.

**The California, Brig**

"They came to us fifteen years ago. They told us that if we didn't cooperate...their masters would...destroy all of Earth and Vulcan," Forrest explained.
"They told us that a Vulcan and Human would have a child that would save their masters. If we did not allow that to happen, they would kill all of us. They told us that they had selected two...subjects and had collected plenty of information to make their plan work," T'Rith added.
"When we found out about most details, they had already happened or were too far along to stop. We had no say in what happened, who was chosen, or anything," White said, his voice solemn.
"And you just sat by and watched all this happen?" Malcolm said, repulsion filled his voice.
"We didn't have a choice. How do you think we felt? It was our daughter, our grandson," T'Pela said, her voice just as guilty and remorseful as the others.
"Yea, well he's my son." Trip sulked out of the room and finally felt the blow he should have a long time ago. The reality of his situation came to him in full force as the shock wore off and he realized that he might never see his son again.
He leaned against the wall and started to cry. He had slid down the wall and was sitting on the ground even as his silent sobs continued. As the tears followed down his checks, T'Pol walked out and saw him like that. She knelt down next to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. She smiled, trying to reassure him, but he kept crying; letting out the pain and betrayal he felt.
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