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.
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 Ten
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Klingon Warbird Kollarg
Hoshi sat back as the six warriors crowded around the exact translation she had produced only two hours before. She was almost one hundred perfect sure it was perfect. With a little historical content threw in; she got it almost at once. Now all she had to do was convince several very suspicious and angry Klingons that she's done her job and would be better off on her own ship.
"As you can see," she pointed to the a sentence several paragraphs down on the bag raddled with words, "They are looking at a thermal nuclear device, something similar to the twentieth century earth's atom bomb. Hard to detect in this day and age, unless one thinks about using a heat detector, but who uses that anymore."
"And it will be placed in the Chalice?" M'Pai asked, his eyes dark with suppressed angry and narrowed in concentration.
"Once the Chalice is lit up, the heat from the fire will slowly eat through the nickel iron casing to the detonator. Once those blow, the chain reaction would cause the..."
"It will take all the capital with it." Klaang muttered loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear. "It is just slow enough acting to allow the traitorous swain to get away clean."
The young Starfleet ensign nodded her head and sat back. "That's the idea."
"This device," an older warrior with long gray hair that looked more rat's nest than a cat's hairball. "It is difficult to get?"
With s shrug, she pushed the date pad toward him "I don't know anything about these people or their technology but that's what they'll probably need to create something like that. But since we know that it the detonator will be transferred to them, tracking primitive components seems like a pointless exercise."
The older man nodded his shaggy head. "Where are they to pick up the device?"
Hoshi reached for the data pad on the table and pushed it toward the older warrior that asked the question, no longer watching her with such contempt. "On Station Pl'Annge." She looked expectedly at the others. "Anyone know where that is?"
Klaang frowned, his eyes studying the bomb. "It is on Cuztar."
The sigh escaped before she had time to reconsider it. Fortunately the others were not paying much attention to her, to intent on their mission. "And Cuztar is where?"
"Seven light-years from here. We've been tracking a Kocklond ship for sometime. Now we know why they are in headed for the Trisellar Nebula." Klaang appeared to be speaking more to himself than the others. "We must stop them."
The others nodded in agreement as the meeting broke up as quickly and loudly, with scraping chairs and grunts of dismissal.
Hoshi sat there slightly befuddled as to what has happened. When Klaang got up to head for the bridge, she scrambled to her feet and ran after him. Grabbing his arm, she had to put all her weight into it to get his attention. "Wait a second."
Klaangs eyes shifted to the two tiny hands clasped tightly to his metal incased arm before following it up to the arm then shoulder then face to the woman they belong to.
She let go quickly when she was sure she had his attention. "I would appreciate it a little more explanation on the matter if it's not too much trouble."
"What would you like to know?" Klaang asked, softly. It would not do for his warriors to see him indulge the woman this way.
"First of all, what are you going to do once you've got your hands on these guys?"
The warrior gave her a look that asked if she had completely lost her mind.
All the color left Hoshi's face as she realized his intentions through the intensity of his eyes. "Never mind, I don't want my suspicions confirmed." Shaking her head, she wondered how a culture as richly wonderfully as the Klingons, civilized in their idea of rights and honor, could be so brutally savage like at the same time. "Second question, how is this going to effect you taking me home?"
The Klingon frowned. "It will have to wait."
She nodded her head. She already knew that was going to be the answer to her question. "You have to save your empire first."
He nodded. "I will take you home after." He drew a dagger and crossed his palm with it, letting the scarlet blood drip to the ground. "You have my blood oath upon it."
Hoshi stared horrified at the blood. "Are you crazy?" She rushed to up her hand over the cut, trying to seep the blood with a little old fashion pressure to the wound. "You didn't have to do that! I would have believed you if you'd just say so." She shook her head and tugged ineffectively at the small scarf around her neck lately to keep the small of unwashed bodies away.
Klaang watched her with deep eyes that seem to see more. "You would make a good warrior one day."
With a laugh, Hoshi shook her head and bring the wound the best she could and wondered if Klingons have a med.-bay. "Thank you." It was as close to a compliment, not to mention thank-you, as she was ever to get from these people.
"If you eat more."
"Are we back on that again?"
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Enterprise - Bridge
"Sir," Mayweather frowned as he readjusted the ship. "I'm picking up another warp trail on the map."
"Where?" Archer got up to stand beside the young pilot.
"Right here, sir." Mayweather pointed to the digital star chart by his side. The grid was efficient enough for a quick look when the pilot needs it.
"Reed," Archer looked over at the tactician.
"Pulling it up on the view screen now, sir." Malcolm said easily as his fingers danced across the control panels in front of him. His face was set in a rather grime expression that did not bode well.
The rest of the bridge crew looked up to see the star charts displayed in all their glory. Following that was another chart with the four Klingon ships' routes mapped out neatly in blue and another three tracking from off right pulling up behind the Klingons. Lt. Reed had thoughtfully put the new comer to this little parade in red. They were all headed in the same direction. "Talk to me people, tell me something I don't already know."
"Sir," Reed's eyes were on the screen as his hands became still over the edge of his controls. "If I'm not mistaken, from the angle and speed that the second set is moving, I'd say they are not in any hurry to announce their presence to our kidnapping friends."
"Agreed," Archer pushed way from Mayweather's console and turned to Reed. "You think they mean to ambush the Klingons?"
"Hard to say sir," Reed answered honestly but nodded his head. "Three on four are not great odds but history has seen worse."
Archer nodded his head in grave concern. "And we have yet to determine which ship Hoshi is currently residing in." He sighed; this was becoming more and more complicated by the day. "Archer to Tucker."
"Tucker here sir," Trip's voice coming through loud and clear. "What can I do for ya?"
"Trip, you getting all this down in engineering?"
"Every last darn star and particle."
"I need a way to expose these new guys without giving ourselves up too quickly. Think you can do that?"
"Hum...."
"Sir?" Reed peeped up from this station. "Perhaps we can..."
"Mr. Reed," the corners of Archer's lips curved up at the deviously delighted look in Reed's eyes. "Why don't you go down to engineering and talk with Trip. I'm sure between you two, you can come up with something that will most likely impress me and tick off Starfleet."
Mayweather choked on his laughter while Reed gave a mock salute and left the bridge. It wasn't until the tactical officer had left did their until-now silent science officer speak up. "Was that wise, Captain? I've heard of Commander Tucker's many... ingenious pranks around the ship. With Lt. Reed still upset over Ensign Sato's disappearance, perhaps allowing them so much..."
"That's precisely why, T'Pol." Archer grinned suddenly at her. "There is no better motivation and inspiration than a little anger."
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.
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 Ten
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Klingon Warbird Kollarg
Hoshi sat back as the six warriors crowded around the exact translation she had produced only two hours before. She was almost one hundred perfect sure it was perfect. With a little historical content threw in; she got it almost at once. Now all she had to do was convince several very suspicious and angry Klingons that she's done her job and would be better off on her own ship.
"As you can see," she pointed to the a sentence several paragraphs down on the bag raddled with words, "They are looking at a thermal nuclear device, something similar to the twentieth century earth's atom bomb. Hard to detect in this day and age, unless one thinks about using a heat detector, but who uses that anymore."
"And it will be placed in the Chalice?" M'Pai asked, his eyes dark with suppressed angry and narrowed in concentration.
"Once the Chalice is lit up, the heat from the fire will slowly eat through the nickel iron casing to the detonator. Once those blow, the chain reaction would cause the..."
"It will take all the capital with it." Klaang muttered loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear. "It is just slow enough acting to allow the traitorous swain to get away clean."
The young Starfleet ensign nodded her head and sat back. "That's the idea."
"This device," an older warrior with long gray hair that looked more rat's nest than a cat's hairball. "It is difficult to get?"
With s shrug, she pushed the date pad toward him "I don't know anything about these people or their technology but that's what they'll probably need to create something like that. But since we know that it the detonator will be transferred to them, tracking primitive components seems like a pointless exercise."
The older man nodded his shaggy head. "Where are they to pick up the device?"
Hoshi reached for the data pad on the table and pushed it toward the older warrior that asked the question, no longer watching her with such contempt. "On Station Pl'Annge." She looked expectedly at the others. "Anyone know where that is?"
Klaang frowned, his eyes studying the bomb. "It is on Cuztar."
The sigh escaped before she had time to reconsider it. Fortunately the others were not paying much attention to her, to intent on their mission. "And Cuztar is where?"
"Seven light-years from here. We've been tracking a Kocklond ship for sometime. Now we know why they are in headed for the Trisellar Nebula." Klaang appeared to be speaking more to himself than the others. "We must stop them."
The others nodded in agreement as the meeting broke up as quickly and loudly, with scraping chairs and grunts of dismissal.
Hoshi sat there slightly befuddled as to what has happened. When Klaang got up to head for the bridge, she scrambled to her feet and ran after him. Grabbing his arm, she had to put all her weight into it to get his attention. "Wait a second."
Klaangs eyes shifted to the two tiny hands clasped tightly to his metal incased arm before following it up to the arm then shoulder then face to the woman they belong to.
She let go quickly when she was sure she had his attention. "I would appreciate it a little more explanation on the matter if it's not too much trouble."
"What would you like to know?" Klaang asked, softly. It would not do for his warriors to see him indulge the woman this way.
"First of all, what are you going to do once you've got your hands on these guys?"
The warrior gave her a look that asked if she had completely lost her mind.
All the color left Hoshi's face as she realized his intentions through the intensity of his eyes. "Never mind, I don't want my suspicions confirmed." Shaking her head, she wondered how a culture as richly wonderfully as the Klingons, civilized in their idea of rights and honor, could be so brutally savage like at the same time. "Second question, how is this going to effect you taking me home?"
The Klingon frowned. "It will have to wait."
She nodded her head. She already knew that was going to be the answer to her question. "You have to save your empire first."
He nodded. "I will take you home after." He drew a dagger and crossed his palm with it, letting the scarlet blood drip to the ground. "You have my blood oath upon it."
Hoshi stared horrified at the blood. "Are you crazy?" She rushed to up her hand over the cut, trying to seep the blood with a little old fashion pressure to the wound. "You didn't have to do that! I would have believed you if you'd just say so." She shook her head and tugged ineffectively at the small scarf around her neck lately to keep the small of unwashed bodies away.
Klaang watched her with deep eyes that seem to see more. "You would make a good warrior one day."
With a laugh, Hoshi shook her head and bring the wound the best she could and wondered if Klingons have a med.-bay. "Thank you." It was as close to a compliment, not to mention thank-you, as she was ever to get from these people.
"If you eat more."
"Are we back on that again?"
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Enterprise - Bridge
"Sir," Mayweather frowned as he readjusted the ship. "I'm picking up another warp trail on the map."
"Where?" Archer got up to stand beside the young pilot.
"Right here, sir." Mayweather pointed to the digital star chart by his side. The grid was efficient enough for a quick look when the pilot needs it.
"Reed," Archer looked over at the tactician.
"Pulling it up on the view screen now, sir." Malcolm said easily as his fingers danced across the control panels in front of him. His face was set in a rather grime expression that did not bode well.
The rest of the bridge crew looked up to see the star charts displayed in all their glory. Following that was another chart with the four Klingon ships' routes mapped out neatly in blue and another three tracking from off right pulling up behind the Klingons. Lt. Reed had thoughtfully put the new comer to this little parade in red. They were all headed in the same direction. "Talk to me people, tell me something I don't already know."
"Sir," Reed's eyes were on the screen as his hands became still over the edge of his controls. "If I'm not mistaken, from the angle and speed that the second set is moving, I'd say they are not in any hurry to announce their presence to our kidnapping friends."
"Agreed," Archer pushed way from Mayweather's console and turned to Reed. "You think they mean to ambush the Klingons?"
"Hard to say sir," Reed answered honestly but nodded his head. "Three on four are not great odds but history has seen worse."
Archer nodded his head in grave concern. "And we have yet to determine which ship Hoshi is currently residing in." He sighed; this was becoming more and more complicated by the day. "Archer to Tucker."
"Tucker here sir," Trip's voice coming through loud and clear. "What can I do for ya?"
"Trip, you getting all this down in engineering?"
"Every last darn star and particle."
"I need a way to expose these new guys without giving ourselves up too quickly. Think you can do that?"
"Hum...."
"Sir?" Reed peeped up from this station. "Perhaps we can..."
"Mr. Reed," the corners of Archer's lips curved up at the deviously delighted look in Reed's eyes. "Why don't you go down to engineering and talk with Trip. I'm sure between you two, you can come up with something that will most likely impress me and tick off Starfleet."
Mayweather choked on his laughter while Reed gave a mock salute and left the bridge. It wasn't until the tactical officer had left did their until-now silent science officer speak up. "Was that wise, Captain? I've heard of Commander Tucker's many... ingenious pranks around the ship. With Lt. Reed still upset over Ensign Sato's disappearance, perhaps allowing them so much..."
"That's precisely why, T'Pol." Archer grinned suddenly at her. "There is no better motivation and inspiration than a little anger."