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 Fifteen
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Enterprise - Captain's Quarters
"Captain's Log," Archer rubbed his forehead and sighed from deep within. "After six hours of some pretty fancy maneuvering by Ensign Mayweather and a few interesting tactics by Mr. Reed, Enterprise is back to semi-normal state. Commander Tucker and his people are going to have some rather extensive repairs on their hands but I think the commander is more than up to the job.
"Ensign Sato spent much of those six hours at her post, translating the heated words being transmitted across ships, some Klingon, some Kocklond. It was a real pleasure to watch that girl at work. This little adventure of hers seems to have rid her of some of that squeamishness she possessed when she first came on the ship. The doctor is running some thorough tests on her to make sure she didn't pick up anything none too clean on the Klingon ship. And though she lost a little weight, Hoshi appears to be in perfectly fine condition.
"Reed and Tucker weren't too happy when the Klingons insisted on coming onboard to see Ensign Sato before they make their return trip to Kronos. Reed wanted to shoot them at first sight and Tucker... well, our chief engineer just wanted to push them out of the first open hatch. It would appear that our communications officer has got herself some pretty big admirers.
"As for the Kocklonds, they are not too happy with us right now, which is why that I have made the executive decision not to stick around this area for too long. Hoshi having decoded their language wouldn't be sitting too happy with them and after the hair-raising couple of days we've had with her missing, I think I'll try to keep her out of harms way.
"Dr. Phlox has given her a clean bill of health though has noted that she has lost some weight in her time away. He has also recommended some medical leave for recovery. What she is to be recovering from is anyone's guess at the moment. Life on the Enterprise is slowly getting back to normal, or as normal as it gets around here.
T'Pol has recommended that we stop by the third planet from the sun in this solar system, stating the it has a nice trading post we can visit. This is the first time our Vulcan science officer has suggested anything even remotely close to being an actual exploration. Too bad Mr. Reed and Communder Tucker both vetoed her idea. I think those two are going to need a little more time than Ensign Sato to 'recover.' So we are heading off to another sector for a little more exploring. Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise, logging off."
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Enterprise - Mass Hall
"I still say we should have never allowed them on board." Reed stabbed the meatball on his plate with more force than was necessary. "Lord know what kind of..."
"Howdy!" Mayweather swung the chair around and straddled it with his face lit up like a Christmas tree.
Trip, who had been sharing his dinner with Reed discussing the benefits of eliminating the Klingons, eyed the young pilot with amusement. "Who lit up your day?"
"Hoshi," Travis answered a grin big enough to split his face. "I got the latest ship wide gossip." He looked at Reed for a moment. "Hey Malcolm, why weren't you with the security detail that escorted the Klingons?"
Reed muttered something darkly to himself before answering. "The Captain and I agreed that it would not be a good idea." He made a face. "And what about the ensign?"
Were it possible, Travis was positively glowing with excitement. "Culter told me that a fight broke out among the Klingons as they were leaving the ship. Their captain had to bang together a couple of heads to get anywhere. Our security team didn't know what to do."
Trip frowned. "What happened?"
Leaning in close, he whispered conspiratorially. "Apparently one of the Klingons asked Hoshi to return with them."
"WHAT?" Malcolm and Trip yelled at the same time.
"Ah, but that's not the best part," Travis took a healthy bit of his sandwich. "Another one challenged the first guy for the right to ask. Said something about protocol on some ritual. Battle to the death or something like that." The amusement on the ensign's face was testimony to there being more than one witness to the event. The various tales have been making their way around the ship, except to the two men who appeared not to want to be bothered with anything more than their dinners.
Both senior officers looked horrified. Tucker scratched his chin. "You have to battle to the death for the right to get an officer on the ship?"
Travis choked on his orange juice. Laughing and coughing didn't mixed too well and it took him a while to catch his breath enough to speak again. It wasn't like the chief engineer to be so obtuse. "Trip, I don't think either one of them wanted her for that miraculous ear for language of hers."
The southern boy frowned, his brows wrinkled in confusion. "Then what in tar nations are you..."
"Commander Tucker," Malcolm interrupted quietly, his face reflecting his obvious displeasure at hearing this little bit of ship wide gossip. "You are a man for bloody sakes. What is the most basic reason a man wants a woman?"
Trip's eyes narrowed for a moment in concentration than widen in shock. "You mean..."
Travis and Malcolm nodded their heads simultaneously.
Trip frowned again. "Oh."
The three sat in silence as thoughts fluttered through their mind, images that were best left not imagined.
"Hi," Hoshi dropped her tray down and invited herself to join their table. "Boy am I glad to be eating regular food again." She forked up the pasta and glanced around. "What's going on?"
The three stared at her until while she obliviously went on eating.
"Hoshi?" Trip, ever curioius to a fault, ventured.
"Yeah?" She looked up at them innocently.
It was hard for any one of them to imagine the sweet young thing being in the arms of .... Well, that was an image that was definitely not to be thought of.
Malcolm cleared his throat. "Ensign, when you were on the Klingon ship. Did any of them ever... Did they try to..." He couldn't bring himself to say it. He just couldn't.
"Try to what?" Hoshi asked, her face distorted in confusion. "What are you guys babbling about?"
Travis thought of doing this tactfully. "Did the Klingons ever made advances?"
Her dark eyes went cloudy with confusion. "Advances? What are you talking about?"
The three traded glances. Trip decided to try again. "Well, we heard about a ritual of rights to..." He was at a lost for words. It was very unlike him to not be outright straight with a person. But this was little Hoshi he was talking to.
The confusion cleared up almost immediately. She made a noise of disgust. "Oh that. I can't believe that... Of all the..." She sighed and abandoned her dinner. After a moment, she grabbed her tray and got up. "Yes, one of them asked me to be his mate."
"His mate?" The three stared at her with wide disbelieving eyes.
"Yeah," she nodded and turned to leave. "And you should see what their mating rituals are like."
"Mating rituals?"
"Yeah," she walked away with a grin on her face as she processed the look of shock on their faces. "Ever wonder why Klingons are so big?"
Three faces stared at her retreating back until she slipped out the door. Then there was silence as all the bad things they had not wanted to think about, imagine or even consider came to mind.
Travis was the first to say anything. "You don't think she actually..."
"Hoshi?" Malcolm asked in disbelief. "It takes two Hoshis to make one Klingon. How could they ever..."
"No way," Trip shook his head. "I refused to believe..."
"Then how does she know about the Klingon mating rituals are like?" Travis asked. He flinched when the two senior officers swung their head and stared at him.
"Hoshi?" Trip muttered under his breath. "No way."
The end....
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 Fifteen
~~~~~~~~~~
Enterprise - Captain's Quarters
"Captain's Log," Archer rubbed his forehead and sighed from deep within. "After six hours of some pretty fancy maneuvering by Ensign Mayweather and a few interesting tactics by Mr. Reed, Enterprise is back to semi-normal state. Commander Tucker and his people are going to have some rather extensive repairs on their hands but I think the commander is more than up to the job.
"Ensign Sato spent much of those six hours at her post, translating the heated words being transmitted across ships, some Klingon, some Kocklond. It was a real pleasure to watch that girl at work. This little adventure of hers seems to have rid her of some of that squeamishness she possessed when she first came on the ship. The doctor is running some thorough tests on her to make sure she didn't pick up anything none too clean on the Klingon ship. And though she lost a little weight, Hoshi appears to be in perfectly fine condition.
"Reed and Tucker weren't too happy when the Klingons insisted on coming onboard to see Ensign Sato before they make their return trip to Kronos. Reed wanted to shoot them at first sight and Tucker... well, our chief engineer just wanted to push them out of the first open hatch. It would appear that our communications officer has got herself some pretty big admirers.
"As for the Kocklonds, they are not too happy with us right now, which is why that I have made the executive decision not to stick around this area for too long. Hoshi having decoded their language wouldn't be sitting too happy with them and after the hair-raising couple of days we've had with her missing, I think I'll try to keep her out of harms way.
"Dr. Phlox has given her a clean bill of health though has noted that she has lost some weight in her time away. He has also recommended some medical leave for recovery. What she is to be recovering from is anyone's guess at the moment. Life on the Enterprise is slowly getting back to normal, or as normal as it gets around here.
T'Pol has recommended that we stop by the third planet from the sun in this solar system, stating the it has a nice trading post we can visit. This is the first time our Vulcan science officer has suggested anything even remotely close to being an actual exploration. Too bad Mr. Reed and Communder Tucker both vetoed her idea. I think those two are going to need a little more time than Ensign Sato to 'recover.' So we are heading off to another sector for a little more exploring. Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise, logging off."
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Enterprise - Mass Hall
"I still say we should have never allowed them on board." Reed stabbed the meatball on his plate with more force than was necessary. "Lord know what kind of..."
"Howdy!" Mayweather swung the chair around and straddled it with his face lit up like a Christmas tree.
Trip, who had been sharing his dinner with Reed discussing the benefits of eliminating the Klingons, eyed the young pilot with amusement. "Who lit up your day?"
"Hoshi," Travis answered a grin big enough to split his face. "I got the latest ship wide gossip." He looked at Reed for a moment. "Hey Malcolm, why weren't you with the security detail that escorted the Klingons?"
Reed muttered something darkly to himself before answering. "The Captain and I agreed that it would not be a good idea." He made a face. "And what about the ensign?"
Were it possible, Travis was positively glowing with excitement. "Culter told me that a fight broke out among the Klingons as they were leaving the ship. Their captain had to bang together a couple of heads to get anywhere. Our security team didn't know what to do."
Trip frowned. "What happened?"
Leaning in close, he whispered conspiratorially. "Apparently one of the Klingons asked Hoshi to return with them."
"WHAT?" Malcolm and Trip yelled at the same time.
"Ah, but that's not the best part," Travis took a healthy bit of his sandwich. "Another one challenged the first guy for the right to ask. Said something about protocol on some ritual. Battle to the death or something like that." The amusement on the ensign's face was testimony to there being more than one witness to the event. The various tales have been making their way around the ship, except to the two men who appeared not to want to be bothered with anything more than their dinners.
Both senior officers looked horrified. Tucker scratched his chin. "You have to battle to the death for the right to get an officer on the ship?"
Travis choked on his orange juice. Laughing and coughing didn't mixed too well and it took him a while to catch his breath enough to speak again. It wasn't like the chief engineer to be so obtuse. "Trip, I don't think either one of them wanted her for that miraculous ear for language of hers."
The southern boy frowned, his brows wrinkled in confusion. "Then what in tar nations are you..."
"Commander Tucker," Malcolm interrupted quietly, his face reflecting his obvious displeasure at hearing this little bit of ship wide gossip. "You are a man for bloody sakes. What is the most basic reason a man wants a woman?"
Trip's eyes narrowed for a moment in concentration than widen in shock. "You mean..."
Travis and Malcolm nodded their heads simultaneously.
Trip frowned again. "Oh."
The three sat in silence as thoughts fluttered through their mind, images that were best left not imagined.
"Hi," Hoshi dropped her tray down and invited herself to join their table. "Boy am I glad to be eating regular food again." She forked up the pasta and glanced around. "What's going on?"
The three stared at her until while she obliviously went on eating.
"Hoshi?" Trip, ever curioius to a fault, ventured.
"Yeah?" She looked up at them innocently.
It was hard for any one of them to imagine the sweet young thing being in the arms of .... Well, that was an image that was definitely not to be thought of.
Malcolm cleared his throat. "Ensign, when you were on the Klingon ship. Did any of them ever... Did they try to..." He couldn't bring himself to say it. He just couldn't.
"Try to what?" Hoshi asked, her face distorted in confusion. "What are you guys babbling about?"
Travis thought of doing this tactfully. "Did the Klingons ever made advances?"
Her dark eyes went cloudy with confusion. "Advances? What are you talking about?"
The three traded glances. Trip decided to try again. "Well, we heard about a ritual of rights to..." He was at a lost for words. It was very unlike him to not be outright straight with a person. But this was little Hoshi he was talking to.
The confusion cleared up almost immediately. She made a noise of disgust. "Oh that. I can't believe that... Of all the..." She sighed and abandoned her dinner. After a moment, she grabbed her tray and got up. "Yes, one of them asked me to be his mate."
"His mate?" The three stared at her with wide disbelieving eyes.
"Yeah," she nodded and turned to leave. "And you should see what their mating rituals are like."
"Mating rituals?"
"Yeah," she walked away with a grin on her face as she processed the look of shock on their faces. "Ever wonder why Klingons are so big?"
Three faces stared at her retreating back until she slipped out the door. Then there was silence as all the bad things they had not wanted to think about, imagine or even consider came to mind.
Travis was the first to say anything. "You don't think she actually..."
"Hoshi?" Malcolm asked in disbelief. "It takes two Hoshis to make one Klingon. How could they ever..."
"No way," Trip shook his head. "I refused to believe..."
"Then how does she know about the Klingon mating rituals are like?" Travis asked. He flinched when the two senior officers swung their head and stared at him.
"Hoshi?" Trip muttered under his breath. "No way."
The end....