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 Thirteen
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Enterprise - Bridge
"Somebody get me a translation of everything Hoshi just said!" Archer growled in frustration. The first sign they've had that their communications officer is alive and well and she's spouting gibberish to them.
"Sir, it's not a language in the archives." Ensign William said in a near panic. The whites of his eyes were showing, revealing more of his fear than anything else could. "I cannot find anything that even comes close."
"Then you better hope she didn't give the order to blow everyone up," Archer said sarcastically and turned to T'Pol. "Can you give me anything?"
The ever-calm science officer merely nodded. "I believe Ensign Sato was speaking Kocklond."
"What the hell is that?" Mayweather muttered just a little too loudly.
"That would be... the 'space pirates.'" T'Pol explained with an arched brow. "It would appear the semi-truce the Klingons and the Kocklonds have had for some time now is at an end."
"You think?" Archer asked unnecessarily. "Tell me anything else you may have slated as classified before now. We need everything there is to know about these..."
"Captain," Reed's eyes were on the instruments before him. "I don't think now is the time for a quick briefing on our little 'friends' out there."
"Why?" Annoyed beyond belief.
"I'm showing energy spikes all over the place. They're definitely charging weapons, sir." Reed moved around his station, allowing another officer to take over tactical. "I think I'd be more effective down in armory, sir."
"Go!" Archer said quietly as he took his seat. Heaving a sigh, he sat down in the command chair again and prayed that his ship and crew made it out of this in one piece.
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Klingon Warbird Kollarg
"Ahhh!" Lucudur grabbed her arm and kept her upright before Hoshi had a chance to disgrace herself by falling on her ass. Grabbing his hand, she took a deep breath before thanking him.
The young warrior did nothing more than shove her against the wall by his station before turning back to monitor the weapon's output. From Hoshi's vantage, she could see that this was not the kind of battle she ever wanted to be caught in. While the Klingons had the speed and sleek Bird of Prey, the other side had heavily armed vassals that were doing some real damage to the small ships.
"Shields!" Klaang roared above the hum of the engines.
"Eight-six percent and holding." Fruka called out.
"We should outflank them." M'Pai advised quietly from the side.
Klaang nodded his head in agreement before punching a panel that allowed for communications with the other ships alone.
Hoshi lost track of the conversation as the ship was rocked by another explosion and she had to hang on to the side of the wall for support while sparks exploded around her, showering the control room for a brief moment with light. The bridge of the Klingon ship was every bit as cramp and dark as the rest of the ship. She got the feeling the only thing bright to these people can in the form of battle-axes dripping blood of the enemy.
The sudden screeching sound from around her alerted Hoshi to the fact that that hit was stronger than the others. Warriors that could possibly dubbed as engineer rushed around the room, putting out fire and re-routing power to controls. Through the various grunts and shouts, Hoshi understood that their main deflector shield had sustained damage.
Klaang gave an order at a near roar and the rest of the bridge crew joined in. The sound emanated from the throats of these massive giants can only be described as a war cry. It took a moment for Hoshi to decipher the meaning behind the howl and another minute for her to shake herself out of the stunned stupor.
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Enterprise - Bridge
Travis Mayweather rolled out of his seat as the entire ship took a sudden dive to the right. Scrambling back into the control, he prayed that no one else saw that the pilot had been toss from his position.
"Ensign Mayweather!" Archer's voice carried over the hissing of the fire extinguishers. "Tell me that's not going to happen again!"
"Sorry, sir," Travis said as he pulled the ship upright in time to avoid another torpedo from the enemy. "I didn't even see it..."
"Mr. Jankins," the captain's head twisted around to pin the young tactical officer. "Keep our pilot on alert of possible bogies."
"Yes, sir." The poor officer looked like the admiral himself had just reprimanded him.
Punching a button on the panel by his chair, he growled, "Mr. Reed, we're getting the stuffing knocked out of us up here. Where are the weapons?"
"Sir, we are..." The launching of a torpedo from their torpedo bay cut off Reed's voice. "Torpedo away sir."
Archer rolled his eyes but smiled as the missile made contract with the ship chasing them. "Thanks for informing me after the fact."
"Any time." Reed's voice was cut off once again but this time by a rather urgent Commander Tucker.
"Hey, what's going on up there?" Trip called rather indignantly. "I've got my people running around like mad down here."
"We're just getting rid of some unwanted company, Trip. Hang on tight and get your people to the emergency stuff. We're still not out of the woods yet." Archer answered. "Mr. Reed, please make sure that our guest find the backdoor wide open to them."
"Will do, Captain. Just let me..."
"Torpedo in route!" Mr. Jankins called out with wide eyes.
"Mayweather!" Archer instructed.
"Not going to make it in time, sir." Travis answered even as he maneuver the ship away from the incoming missile, giving the target the least amount of surface to hit.
Archer tapped the ship-wide intercom. "All hands, brace for impact!"
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 Thirteen
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Enterprise - Bridge
"Somebody get me a translation of everything Hoshi just said!" Archer growled in frustration. The first sign they've had that their communications officer is alive and well and she's spouting gibberish to them.
"Sir, it's not a language in the archives." Ensign William said in a near panic. The whites of his eyes were showing, revealing more of his fear than anything else could. "I cannot find anything that even comes close."
"Then you better hope she didn't give the order to blow everyone up," Archer said sarcastically and turned to T'Pol. "Can you give me anything?"
The ever-calm science officer merely nodded. "I believe Ensign Sato was speaking Kocklond."
"What the hell is that?" Mayweather muttered just a little too loudly.
"That would be... the 'space pirates.'" T'Pol explained with an arched brow. "It would appear the semi-truce the Klingons and the Kocklonds have had for some time now is at an end."
"You think?" Archer asked unnecessarily. "Tell me anything else you may have slated as classified before now. We need everything there is to know about these..."
"Captain," Reed's eyes were on the instruments before him. "I don't think now is the time for a quick briefing on our little 'friends' out there."
"Why?" Annoyed beyond belief.
"I'm showing energy spikes all over the place. They're definitely charging weapons, sir." Reed moved around his station, allowing another officer to take over tactical. "I think I'd be more effective down in armory, sir."
"Go!" Archer said quietly as he took his seat. Heaving a sigh, he sat down in the command chair again and prayed that his ship and crew made it out of this in one piece.
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Klingon Warbird Kollarg
"Ahhh!" Lucudur grabbed her arm and kept her upright before Hoshi had a chance to disgrace herself by falling on her ass. Grabbing his hand, she took a deep breath before thanking him.
The young warrior did nothing more than shove her against the wall by his station before turning back to monitor the weapon's output. From Hoshi's vantage, she could see that this was not the kind of battle she ever wanted to be caught in. While the Klingons had the speed and sleek Bird of Prey, the other side had heavily armed vassals that were doing some real damage to the small ships.
"Shields!" Klaang roared above the hum of the engines.
"Eight-six percent and holding." Fruka called out.
"We should outflank them." M'Pai advised quietly from the side.
Klaang nodded his head in agreement before punching a panel that allowed for communications with the other ships alone.
Hoshi lost track of the conversation as the ship was rocked by another explosion and she had to hang on to the side of the wall for support while sparks exploded around her, showering the control room for a brief moment with light. The bridge of the Klingon ship was every bit as cramp and dark as the rest of the ship. She got the feeling the only thing bright to these people can in the form of battle-axes dripping blood of the enemy.
The sudden screeching sound from around her alerted Hoshi to the fact that that hit was stronger than the others. Warriors that could possibly dubbed as engineer rushed around the room, putting out fire and re-routing power to controls. Through the various grunts and shouts, Hoshi understood that their main deflector shield had sustained damage.
Klaang gave an order at a near roar and the rest of the bridge crew joined in. The sound emanated from the throats of these massive giants can only be described as a war cry. It took a moment for Hoshi to decipher the meaning behind the howl and another minute for her to shake herself out of the stunned stupor.
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Enterprise - Bridge
Travis Mayweather rolled out of his seat as the entire ship took a sudden dive to the right. Scrambling back into the control, he prayed that no one else saw that the pilot had been toss from his position.
"Ensign Mayweather!" Archer's voice carried over the hissing of the fire extinguishers. "Tell me that's not going to happen again!"
"Sorry, sir," Travis said as he pulled the ship upright in time to avoid another torpedo from the enemy. "I didn't even see it..."
"Mr. Jankins," the captain's head twisted around to pin the young tactical officer. "Keep our pilot on alert of possible bogies."
"Yes, sir." The poor officer looked like the admiral himself had just reprimanded him.
Punching a button on the panel by his chair, he growled, "Mr. Reed, we're getting the stuffing knocked out of us up here. Where are the weapons?"
"Sir, we are..." The launching of a torpedo from their torpedo bay cut off Reed's voice. "Torpedo away sir."
Archer rolled his eyes but smiled as the missile made contract with the ship chasing them. "Thanks for informing me after the fact."
"Any time." Reed's voice was cut off once again but this time by a rather urgent Commander Tucker.
"Hey, what's going on up there?" Trip called rather indignantly. "I've got my people running around like mad down here."
"We're just getting rid of some unwanted company, Trip. Hang on tight and get your people to the emergency stuff. We're still not out of the woods yet." Archer answered. "Mr. Reed, please make sure that our guest find the backdoor wide open to them."
"Will do, Captain. Just let me..."
"Torpedo in route!" Mr. Jankins called out with wide eyes.
"Mayweather!" Archer instructed.
"Not going to make it in time, sir." Travis answered even as he maneuver the ship away from the incoming missile, giving the target the least amount of surface to hit.
Archer tapped the ship-wide intercom. "All hands, brace for impact!"