Civilized Savages
By Didi
Disclaimers: Star Trek is owned by the late and great Gene Roddenberry. I own nothing within this story except the improbable idea behind it. Paramount owns the rights to the show and I do wish they would run of the wonderful reruns of the older series. Please don't sue me cause I have no money and will have to pay you in lint.
Summery: When one of their own goes missing, Enterprise crew goes on a search as to why.
Acknowledgement: To my darling Julie who loves Star Trek and is always willing to listen to me either rag or rave about episodes. Always know that you're opinion is more important than the stupid producers.
RATING: Rated R for content.
Note: I know that Enterprise hasn't been on television for long and the characterizing of the characters on the show may not be accurate but it's the way I see them. Bear me with here as I attempt to give some life to this.
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Chapter Six
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Enterprise-Medical Bay
Captain Jonathan Archer walked down the corridor like a man possessed, his usually mild mannered eyes dark with intensity and concern. Rounding the corner at a stride that a shorter man would have to run to keep up, he barely registered that his crew were pretty much jumping out of his path as he came. They were more concern with the captain's behavior than their missing crewmate.
"Dr. Phlox, what can you tell me?" the captain asked the minute he was in the door.
"Nothing interesting," the happy doctor said with his trademark smile that seemed to stretch his face from side to side. "Our friend here is from Aquria. A water base planet some six hundred light years from here. He sustained rather mild injuries for his species. Heck, Mr. Reed was bleeding more than he was."
Jonathan could feel his patience slipping but held on tight. "How is Mr. Reed?"
"He'll be fine with a little rest. Some loss of blood but not so much that I would worry overly much." He made toward the resting tactical officer. "I find that humans are strangely resilient for such fragile physiology."
"Yes, yes," Archer waved it away. "Is he awake?"
"I'm awake, Captain." Malcolm sat up slowly, his face contorted in pain as he moved. "Where's the weapon?"
"Right here." Dr. Phlox was positively glowing with pride over his patient's show of strength. "I even cleaned it for you."
"You what?" Malcolm made a face. "So much for finger prints."
"Oh I have those for you," the good doctor grinned and pressed a smell button by Malcolm's bed. "I took the time to scan the weapon after it was removed from our friend over there and before it was thoroughly cleaned. The computer was able to lift a clean set of prints off the hand, very similar to our Aquian but then again it was of the same species."
"You saying that one of his own did this?" Archer asked picking up the small dagger with his jagged edge and thick base.
"Yes," he nodded.
Malcolm frowned. "I don't believe that I saw anyone that was watching us too closely. Other than the usual curiosity over seeing us."
"Think again Malcolm," Tucker said as he came in, catching the tail end of the conversation. "T'Pol and I asked around, someone's been stalking us."
T'Pol made a disapproving face at the chief engineer. "What Cdr. Tucker was saying is that someone has been making inquiries as to the whereabouts of a human female."
"They were asking about Hoshi."
"No specifically," T'Pol answered, glancing at the dagger that Tucker and Reed were examining now. "The general question was whether or not they had seen humans. When the answer was affirmative, they would be followed by whether a female was among them." Something in her eyes flickered.
"What is it, T'Pol?" Archer asked, knowing the look all too well now.
She seemed hesitate as to answer it. "There are certain species that collect women."
"Excuse me?" Tucker asked, his eyes reflecting his shock.
"The Milliatians collect women as a show of wealth. The more exotic the species, the more valuable they are." She replied.
"Are you saying that someone took Hoshi for their private collection?" Archer asked, his face infused with anger.
"It is but a possibility." T'Pol said quietly. "But yes, that can be the case."
Tucker made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. "What's more exotic than a new species that's ventured into space?" He wanted to hit his head against something hard. If someone took Hoshi to be their... He was going to commit murder if that happens. "So, which species are we looking at here?"
"Let's not jump the gun here, Trip." Archer held up a hand indicating that he wanted his friend to back off for a moment. "We don't know that that is what happened."
"Captain?" Dr. Phlox called out from across the room that caught all four officers' attention. "Our visitor is awake.
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Chiqu-Shue touched a webbed hand at his side, surprised that the wound was closed already. Apparently these people were not as primitive as they professed to be. Then again, if they could ever figure out how to work Hoshi-child's translating machine, he may be able to be of some help.
"Haven't you figured that thing out yet?" Malcolm asked, irritated beyond believe. His heart was still pounding in his chest cavities, fear and angry mingling generously with a dash of guilt.
"I'm an engineer," Tucker snapped back as he continued to play with the little instrument. "Not a linguistics expert." His mind had not been focused at the task at hand. It was a million miles away from here, where Hoshi was being held captive by lord knows what.
"You engineers built the bloody thing, can't you figure out how it works?"
"I can't help it if..."
"Stop it!" Archer yelled. He wasn't sure what was more annoying, the two blaming themselves for Hoshi's disappearance or the two blaming each other. "This is getting us no where."
"If we only had Hoshi's original syntax analyzer, she had only downloaded part of the material from her other one to the computer's universal translator. Said that she wanted to wait and do it later. Talking to the man seemed a whole lot more interesting at the time." Tucker muttered. "I searched everywhere for it."
"Maybe they took it with them." The doctor offered helpfully. He turned and gave the green-gilled man a smile that was just a little too wide. "Water?"
The glass of clear liquid looked refreshing. "Chilq?"
The four officer's head snapped over. It actually the first time the man has spoken since waking. Tucker's mouth dropped open, feeling ten times the fool for having not thought of it before. "Computer, recalibrate the translator." Walking over, he took the glass from the doctor and held it out to the man. "Water?"
"Chilq." Chiqu-Shue nodded his head enthusiastically and took the cup, which the good doctor added poured generously into.
"I can't pronounce that." Malcolm said disturbed but encouraged.
Archer smiled. "You don't have to as long as the translator can understand it."
Tucker smiled and looked around the room. Pointing to the doctor with his still surgical gown on, he said clearly, "Doctor."
Chiqu-Shue looked at the man that was practically covered in his blood. "Tulac."
The engineer looked down at the computer and watched it whirled. "Okay pal, you're going to have to talk to this machine until it gets your language down pact." He held the machine to him. "Help us find Hoshi."
"Hoshi," the man nodded, recognizing the machine in the man's hand. "Quospul jusek cicke. Obianshu quigh lar poule, Klingons."
"Did he say Klingons?" Malcolm asked, his brows coming together in a deep frown. "Am I hearing him right?"
"Sh..." Trip waved the question away, waiting for the computer to pick up the language and briefly wondering how Hoshi could have picked up so quickly before. "Keep talking, pal."
Chiqu-Shue seemed to understand that and held the translator closer to his mouth. "Obianshu eig monei osteic Klingons se Hoshi." He licked his drying mouth and took a drink of the blain liquid. "Hoshi nuca go avec them. Slieu not psovie choice. Klingons threatened to kill her focieni." He pointed toward Malcolm. "So she went with them."
Archer's face lit up like a star about to go nova. "Way to go, Trip." He clapped his best friend roughly on the back before turning to their only source of information at the moment. "Tell us more."
"Hoshi said that she would leave lapie if they do not hurt anyone else." He shook his head. "She did not need to try to protect me, I was nukila when the Klingons agreed. They left. Obianshu is the worse kind of trreme. He would sell his mother's sopule if it benevie him. The Klingon's gave him latium to keep quiet. Then Obianshu took out his ptolie and tried to kill me with it, apre they were gone."
Trip frowned slightly, understanding most of it. "The translator must be having some trouble with some of the words."
"But it's good enough," Archer said, feeling almost relief. Turning to their visitor, "Where is Obianshu?"
Chiqu-Shue shook his head. "Do not know. He is like a Bulms Frueki. Disappears very quickly."
Malcolm nodded his head. "Snake in the water."
"So we're looking for Klingons, huh?" Archer nodded his head. "Malcolm, can you get up?"
"Yeah," the tactical officer stood and braced himself. "I'll get started on the warp trail."
Tucker nodded his head. "I'll be down in the engineering prepping."
Archer nodded his head, knowing that his officers knew their job well. "Mr...."
"Chiqu-Shue." He smiled.
Archer didn't even try to pronounce it but merely inclined his head. "We'll have to drop you off and..."
"I understand," he got off the bed slowly, knowing that his body was weaker than usual. "I hope you find her."
"Thank you."
"And I will deal with Obianshu." He said with a smile.
Archer's brows went up for a second but he said nothing. "Good luck."
"Thank you."
To be continued...
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Next chapter-the Klingon Mass Hall. I had a lot of fun writing it. R&R please.
By Didi
Disclaimers: Star Trek is owned by the late and great Gene Roddenberry. I own nothing within this story except the improbable idea behind it. Paramount owns the rights to the show and I do wish they would run of the wonderful reruns of the older series. Please don't sue me cause I have no money and will have to pay you in lint.
Summery: When one of their own goes missing, Enterprise crew goes on a search as to why.
Acknowledgement: To my darling Julie who loves Star Trek and is always willing to listen to me either rag or rave about episodes. Always know that you're opinion is more important than the stupid producers.
RATING: Rated R for content.
Note: I know that Enterprise hasn't been on television for long and the characterizing of the characters on the show may not be accurate but it's the way I see them. Bear me with here as I attempt to give some life to this.
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Chapter Six
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Enterprise-Medical Bay
Captain Jonathan Archer walked down the corridor like a man possessed, his usually mild mannered eyes dark with intensity and concern. Rounding the corner at a stride that a shorter man would have to run to keep up, he barely registered that his crew were pretty much jumping out of his path as he came. They were more concern with the captain's behavior than their missing crewmate.
"Dr. Phlox, what can you tell me?" the captain asked the minute he was in the door.
"Nothing interesting," the happy doctor said with his trademark smile that seemed to stretch his face from side to side. "Our friend here is from Aquria. A water base planet some six hundred light years from here. He sustained rather mild injuries for his species. Heck, Mr. Reed was bleeding more than he was."
Jonathan could feel his patience slipping but held on tight. "How is Mr. Reed?"
"He'll be fine with a little rest. Some loss of blood but not so much that I would worry overly much." He made toward the resting tactical officer. "I find that humans are strangely resilient for such fragile physiology."
"Yes, yes," Archer waved it away. "Is he awake?"
"I'm awake, Captain." Malcolm sat up slowly, his face contorted in pain as he moved. "Where's the weapon?"
"Right here." Dr. Phlox was positively glowing with pride over his patient's show of strength. "I even cleaned it for you."
"You what?" Malcolm made a face. "So much for finger prints."
"Oh I have those for you," the good doctor grinned and pressed a smell button by Malcolm's bed. "I took the time to scan the weapon after it was removed from our friend over there and before it was thoroughly cleaned. The computer was able to lift a clean set of prints off the hand, very similar to our Aquian but then again it was of the same species."
"You saying that one of his own did this?" Archer asked picking up the small dagger with his jagged edge and thick base.
"Yes," he nodded.
Malcolm frowned. "I don't believe that I saw anyone that was watching us too closely. Other than the usual curiosity over seeing us."
"Think again Malcolm," Tucker said as he came in, catching the tail end of the conversation. "T'Pol and I asked around, someone's been stalking us."
T'Pol made a disapproving face at the chief engineer. "What Cdr. Tucker was saying is that someone has been making inquiries as to the whereabouts of a human female."
"They were asking about Hoshi."
"No specifically," T'Pol answered, glancing at the dagger that Tucker and Reed were examining now. "The general question was whether or not they had seen humans. When the answer was affirmative, they would be followed by whether a female was among them." Something in her eyes flickered.
"What is it, T'Pol?" Archer asked, knowing the look all too well now.
She seemed hesitate as to answer it. "There are certain species that collect women."
"Excuse me?" Tucker asked, his eyes reflecting his shock.
"The Milliatians collect women as a show of wealth. The more exotic the species, the more valuable they are." She replied.
"Are you saying that someone took Hoshi for their private collection?" Archer asked, his face infused with anger.
"It is but a possibility." T'Pol said quietly. "But yes, that can be the case."
Tucker made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. "What's more exotic than a new species that's ventured into space?" He wanted to hit his head against something hard. If someone took Hoshi to be their... He was going to commit murder if that happens. "So, which species are we looking at here?"
"Let's not jump the gun here, Trip." Archer held up a hand indicating that he wanted his friend to back off for a moment. "We don't know that that is what happened."
"Captain?" Dr. Phlox called out from across the room that caught all four officers' attention. "Our visitor is awake.
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Chiqu-Shue touched a webbed hand at his side, surprised that the wound was closed already. Apparently these people were not as primitive as they professed to be. Then again, if they could ever figure out how to work Hoshi-child's translating machine, he may be able to be of some help.
"Haven't you figured that thing out yet?" Malcolm asked, irritated beyond believe. His heart was still pounding in his chest cavities, fear and angry mingling generously with a dash of guilt.
"I'm an engineer," Tucker snapped back as he continued to play with the little instrument. "Not a linguistics expert." His mind had not been focused at the task at hand. It was a million miles away from here, where Hoshi was being held captive by lord knows what.
"You engineers built the bloody thing, can't you figure out how it works?"
"I can't help it if..."
"Stop it!" Archer yelled. He wasn't sure what was more annoying, the two blaming themselves for Hoshi's disappearance or the two blaming each other. "This is getting us no where."
"If we only had Hoshi's original syntax analyzer, she had only downloaded part of the material from her other one to the computer's universal translator. Said that she wanted to wait and do it later. Talking to the man seemed a whole lot more interesting at the time." Tucker muttered. "I searched everywhere for it."
"Maybe they took it with them." The doctor offered helpfully. He turned and gave the green-gilled man a smile that was just a little too wide. "Water?"
The glass of clear liquid looked refreshing. "Chilq?"
The four officer's head snapped over. It actually the first time the man has spoken since waking. Tucker's mouth dropped open, feeling ten times the fool for having not thought of it before. "Computer, recalibrate the translator." Walking over, he took the glass from the doctor and held it out to the man. "Water?"
"Chilq." Chiqu-Shue nodded his head enthusiastically and took the cup, which the good doctor added poured generously into.
"I can't pronounce that." Malcolm said disturbed but encouraged.
Archer smiled. "You don't have to as long as the translator can understand it."
Tucker smiled and looked around the room. Pointing to the doctor with his still surgical gown on, he said clearly, "Doctor."
Chiqu-Shue looked at the man that was practically covered in his blood. "Tulac."
The engineer looked down at the computer and watched it whirled. "Okay pal, you're going to have to talk to this machine until it gets your language down pact." He held the machine to him. "Help us find Hoshi."
"Hoshi," the man nodded, recognizing the machine in the man's hand. "Quospul jusek cicke. Obianshu quigh lar poule, Klingons."
"Did he say Klingons?" Malcolm asked, his brows coming together in a deep frown. "Am I hearing him right?"
"Sh..." Trip waved the question away, waiting for the computer to pick up the language and briefly wondering how Hoshi could have picked up so quickly before. "Keep talking, pal."
Chiqu-Shue seemed to understand that and held the translator closer to his mouth. "Obianshu eig monei osteic Klingons se Hoshi." He licked his drying mouth and took a drink of the blain liquid. "Hoshi nuca go avec them. Slieu not psovie choice. Klingons threatened to kill her focieni." He pointed toward Malcolm. "So she went with them."
Archer's face lit up like a star about to go nova. "Way to go, Trip." He clapped his best friend roughly on the back before turning to their only source of information at the moment. "Tell us more."
"Hoshi said that she would leave lapie if they do not hurt anyone else." He shook his head. "She did not need to try to protect me, I was nukila when the Klingons agreed. They left. Obianshu is the worse kind of trreme. He would sell his mother's sopule if it benevie him. The Klingon's gave him latium to keep quiet. Then Obianshu took out his ptolie and tried to kill me with it, apre they were gone."
Trip frowned slightly, understanding most of it. "The translator must be having some trouble with some of the words."
"But it's good enough," Archer said, feeling almost relief. Turning to their visitor, "Where is Obianshu?"
Chiqu-Shue shook his head. "Do not know. He is like a Bulms Frueki. Disappears very quickly."
Malcolm nodded his head. "Snake in the water."
"So we're looking for Klingons, huh?" Archer nodded his head. "Malcolm, can you get up?"
"Yeah," the tactical officer stood and braced himself. "I'll get started on the warp trail."
Tucker nodded his head. "I'll be down in the engineering prepping."
Archer nodded his head, knowing that his officers knew their job well. "Mr...."
"Chiqu-Shue." He smiled.
Archer didn't even try to pronounce it but merely inclined his head. "We'll have to drop you off and..."
"I understand," he got off the bed slowly, knowing that his body was weaker than usual. "I hope you find her."
"Thank you."
"And I will deal with Obianshu." He said with a smile.
Archer's brows went up for a second but he said nothing. "Good luck."
"Thank you."
To be continued...
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Next chapter-the Klingon Mass Hall. I had a lot of fun writing it. R&R please.