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 Eleven
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Klingon Warbird Kollarg
"Is it wise to keep the woman onboard?"
"We have not the luxury of leaving her anywhere."
"Perhaps..."
"No. We will not do that. I gave my word."
The conversation did not end there and Hoshi would have screamed in frustration if she could. Who would have thought that anyone would be in the mass hall after hours? The massive amount of snoring that she heard as she went through several corridors had assured her that she would not be in much danger of running into anyone while she got a little snack. She must be getting more accustom to this rough environment for her appetite was coming back by leaps and bounds.
Klaang and Neto, one of the older warriors, caught her completely by surprised as she crouched behind the large counter, under which was where she found bread and some strange crackers. It was too late for her to make her presence known to them when they started to talk.
"She is a 'humon.' You need not keep your word to a..."
"My word is my honor. I would not dishonor myself or my house to convenience this ship."
"Do not allow your sense of honor to endanger this ship and crew."
"You would have me break honor and have my men question my word when I give it."
There was a grunt. "You are stubborn."
"As all Klingons are."
Hoshi was more than a little startled by this. If she didn't know better, she could have sworn that was a joke.
"She will need to be kept in the brig when we...."
"No."
"Klaang..."
"I said no. She has proven her worthiness, we will not treat prisoner."
"Klaang..."
"Do not nag like an old woman."
"Your mother would make much offense to that."
The young ensign clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Good grief, these guys were joking like Reed and Trip did sometimes.
"The woman will stay in her quarters and out of harm's way. It will take us no more than a few hours to crush the Kocklonds. Once that is done, we will find her people and return her to them." Klaang grunted.
There a brief moment of silence, in which Hoshi prayed that they would go away and allow her to search the pantry in peace. But not such luck was in stored for her. For some bizarre reason, the Klingons have a bad habit of being unlucky for her.
"You can save much trouble and just keep the woman."
"And do what with her?"
"You are a warrior, need you ask that question?" There was a guttural laugh that turned Hoshi's belly upside down and inside out. Even if they weren't looking at her, she could still feel her face become infused in heat.
"She is weak."
"She is stronger than she appears," that got a real surprise from Hoshi. It was an assumption on her part that other than Klaang and maybe M'Pai, the others thought of her as weak and frail. Now to Neto say it... well, it certainly does alter her opinion of these people...but only very little.
Klaang made a non-comment sound then said, "Lucudur and Frukra have both asked for her. There is to be a challenge after we have rid ourselves of the Kocklonds."
Hoshi frowned, not at all sure what that meant.
Neto laughed with great amusement. "So the boys have taken to her. Have you told our guest that."
"I doubt she would welcome the idea."
"They are both young, make great warriors one day."
"Perhaps," there was sound of goblets being dripped I into wine barrels, reminding Hoshi that she was still hungry. "But she is humon."
"You think that high council will not approve."
"I do not think our guest would approve."
"Have you told her?"
"No, and I will not." The door to the mass hall hissed opened. "She will leave soon, she needs not know."
Then the door shut and there was silence again. Hoshi stayed behind the counter for a while longer until she was sure that they were really gone before crawling out and heaving a sigh of relief. "What the heck was that all about?"
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Enterprise - Engineering
"It's like hitting them with a baseball," Trip explained happily. The four hours of work got all his senses humming like a well-oiled machine. "They won't even see it until it hits them in their pretty little behinds."
"Literally," Reed added, forcing his face to stay completely professional and neutral in the face of his extreme pleasure. "We just need a go-ahead from you, Captain."
"And please say yes," Commander Tucker placed his hands together in an eager plead.
"Okay, let me get this straight." Archer paced around the conference table. "The 'ball' is a alloy of iron, nickel, steel and sulfur. And it's going to be the size of a volleyball aimed at their rear flank ship toward the exhaust engines."
"Right," Reed pointed to the chart on the table. "The beauty of it is that our little ball isn't something that most ships would be looking for in the ways of a weapons."
"We're going to hurl that sucker and watch it light up that last ship like fireworks on the 4th of July." Tucker grinned.
Archer nodded. "The Sulfur will be ignited once it hits the exhaust."
Reed nodded. "Yes sir."
"And if they were to shoot at it, they'd still give themselves away." Archer reasoned slowly, allowing his mind to see all the angles. "And if they were to move the ship?"
The chief engineer shook his head. "No way they can move all three that quickly."
Archer nodded his head again, his mind wrapped itself slowly and eagerly around the idea, just imagining the memos he was going to get from Starfleet over this little stunt. "T'Pol?"
The Vulcan science officer looked at the three eager faces and knew that she was going to be over-ruled no matter how she put it. "May I remind you, Captain that that there are other options to..."
"But will this one work?"
Those exotically cool eyes met the captain's steadily. "Yes." She pronounced slowly, drawing out the word.
Archer's brow raised for a moment. "I hear a but."
T'Pol tilted her head. "But only if someone can aim it correctly."
The captain's lips curled into a grin. "Mr. Reed..."
"It would be my supreme pleasure, sir."
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 Eleven
~~~~~~~~~~
Klingon Warbird Kollarg
"Is it wise to keep the woman onboard?"
"We have not the luxury of leaving her anywhere."
"Perhaps..."
"No. We will not do that. I gave my word."
The conversation did not end there and Hoshi would have screamed in frustration if she could. Who would have thought that anyone would be in the mass hall after hours? The massive amount of snoring that she heard as she went through several corridors had assured her that she would not be in much danger of running into anyone while she got a little snack. She must be getting more accustom to this rough environment for her appetite was coming back by leaps and bounds.
Klaang and Neto, one of the older warriors, caught her completely by surprised as she crouched behind the large counter, under which was where she found bread and some strange crackers. It was too late for her to make her presence known to them when they started to talk.
"She is a 'humon.' You need not keep your word to a..."
"My word is my honor. I would not dishonor myself or my house to convenience this ship."
"Do not allow your sense of honor to endanger this ship and crew."
"You would have me break honor and have my men question my word when I give it."
There was a grunt. "You are stubborn."
"As all Klingons are."
Hoshi was more than a little startled by this. If she didn't know better, she could have sworn that was a joke.
"She will need to be kept in the brig when we...."
"No."
"Klaang..."
"I said no. She has proven her worthiness, we will not treat prisoner."
"Klaang..."
"Do not nag like an old woman."
"Your mother would make much offense to that."
The young ensign clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Good grief, these guys were joking like Reed and Trip did sometimes.
"The woman will stay in her quarters and out of harm's way. It will take us no more than a few hours to crush the Kocklonds. Once that is done, we will find her people and return her to them." Klaang grunted.
There a brief moment of silence, in which Hoshi prayed that they would go away and allow her to search the pantry in peace. But not such luck was in stored for her. For some bizarre reason, the Klingons have a bad habit of being unlucky for her.
"You can save much trouble and just keep the woman."
"And do what with her?"
"You are a warrior, need you ask that question?" There was a guttural laugh that turned Hoshi's belly upside down and inside out. Even if they weren't looking at her, she could still feel her face become infused in heat.
"She is weak."
"She is stronger than she appears," that got a real surprise from Hoshi. It was an assumption on her part that other than Klaang and maybe M'Pai, the others thought of her as weak and frail. Now to Neto say it... well, it certainly does alter her opinion of these people...but only very little.
Klaang made a non-comment sound then said, "Lucudur and Frukra have both asked for her. There is to be a challenge after we have rid ourselves of the Kocklonds."
Hoshi frowned, not at all sure what that meant.
Neto laughed with great amusement. "So the boys have taken to her. Have you told our guest that."
"I doubt she would welcome the idea."
"They are both young, make great warriors one day."
"Perhaps," there was sound of goblets being dripped I into wine barrels, reminding Hoshi that she was still hungry. "But she is humon."
"You think that high council will not approve."
"I do not think our guest would approve."
"Have you told her?"
"No, and I will not." The door to the mass hall hissed opened. "She will leave soon, she needs not know."
Then the door shut and there was silence again. Hoshi stayed behind the counter for a while longer until she was sure that they were really gone before crawling out and heaving a sigh of relief. "What the heck was that all about?"
~~~~~~~~~~
Enterprise - Engineering
"It's like hitting them with a baseball," Trip explained happily. The four hours of work got all his senses humming like a well-oiled machine. "They won't even see it until it hits them in their pretty little behinds."
"Literally," Reed added, forcing his face to stay completely professional and neutral in the face of his extreme pleasure. "We just need a go-ahead from you, Captain."
"And please say yes," Commander Tucker placed his hands together in an eager plead.
"Okay, let me get this straight." Archer paced around the conference table. "The 'ball' is a alloy of iron, nickel, steel and sulfur. And it's going to be the size of a volleyball aimed at their rear flank ship toward the exhaust engines."
"Right," Reed pointed to the chart on the table. "The beauty of it is that our little ball isn't something that most ships would be looking for in the ways of a weapons."
"We're going to hurl that sucker and watch it light up that last ship like fireworks on the 4th of July." Tucker grinned.
Archer nodded. "The Sulfur will be ignited once it hits the exhaust."
Reed nodded. "Yes sir."
"And if they were to shoot at it, they'd still give themselves away." Archer reasoned slowly, allowing his mind to see all the angles. "And if they were to move the ship?"
The chief engineer shook his head. "No way they can move all three that quickly."
Archer nodded his head again, his mind wrapped itself slowly and eagerly around the idea, just imagining the memos he was going to get from Starfleet over this little stunt. "T'Pol?"
The Vulcan science officer looked at the three eager faces and knew that she was going to be over-ruled no matter how she put it. "May I remind you, Captain that that there are other options to..."
"But will this one work?"
Those exotically cool eyes met the captain's steadily. "Yes." She pronounced slowly, drawing out the word.
Archer's brow raised for a moment. "I hear a but."
T'Pol tilted her head. "But only if someone can aim it correctly."
The captain's lips curled into a grin. "Mr. Reed..."
"It would be my supreme pleasure, sir."