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We see a lone escape pod floating aimlessly through space…
"I wonder if we were the only ones to get off the ship." Mr. Reed inquired.
"It's possible but highly dubious, after all if I hadn't told you where the escape pods were located you would have died as well." T'Pol stated.
"Hey I knew exactly where I was going. Besides if I wouldn't have suggested we get to an escape pod you would still have been meditating while the ship was careening into a star." Reed said haughtily.
T'Pol said nothing as she had stopped listening after 'Hey' and had dropped into a meditative state. Reed had nothing better to do that stare at T'Pol's supple large-breasted body so that's exactly what he did. T'Pol sat, unconcerned.
"Stop staring at me." She commanded.
"Why am I making you uncomfortable?" Reed asked.
"Of course not, after all you don't copulate with females."
"What!?" Reed screeched.
"It was my understanding that you prefer the company of males." T'Pol replied.
"Who told you that?" Reed demanded.
"That male with the annoying accent."
"Trip." Reed said, his voice dripping with malice. Just another good reason for killing the bastard Reed thought to himself.
".and the useless translator girl, and Maryweather, I also believe Captain Archer eluded to something of that nature at lunch one day.." T'Pol continued.
"Ok I get the point! And for your information I love women, in fact I was staring at your breasts!" Reed blurted out.
"Human nature baffles me. Why were you looking at my breasts?" T'Pol asked serenely with barely a glint of curiosity in her eyes.
From that point on the conversation got no where and ended some time later in, for Reed, and uncomfortable silence and T'Pol, well for T'Pol just silence.
Days later..
Reed descends into insanity and begins blabbering on using British born words like 'bloody', 'crumpet', and 'cheers'. T'Pol tried to meditate to ignore the continuously stupid comments expelled from Reed but eventually she became slightly annoyed and decided the logical thing to do was to kill Reed, after all neither of them had eaten in days. Reed was a human, and as such a lower life form, and now he didn't even have his sanity, it would be better for both of them if he were dead. So T'Pol grabbed Reed's shoulder, unsuccessfully trying the Vulcan neck grip, reed just babbled on. Finally she jus decided to bash his head against the wall really hard. Reed's dead body lay on the ground, blood seeping from his head wound. T'Pol had not thought about the mess bludgeoning caused. Just as T'Pol was about to begin eating her now dead crew mate a large thump was heard. A meteor had smashed against their pod. Another thump, and another, followed. Suddenly the pod began to shake. The Last thing T'Pol remembered seeing was Reed's body bouncing off the insides of the pod as it was pelted by rocks….
The Future…
"Last night's poker game was really fun." Geordi commented to Data.
"But Geordi, you lost."
Geordi laughed, "Winning is fun Data, but just playing with all your friends can be just as enjoyable without winning." He explained.
Data seemed to mull over than knowledge.
"Did I tell you we found a crushed escape pod floating not far away from the wreckage of the Enterprise?" Geordi asked.
"No, what did you ascertain about the pod?" Data asked.
"Well there were two people in it, trace elements were that of a Vulcan and a Human."
"Interesting."
"Yes, that is definitely going to be a piece for the Museum of Space Travel."
The End
We see a lone escape pod floating aimlessly through space…
"I wonder if we were the only ones to get off the ship." Mr. Reed inquired.
"It's possible but highly dubious, after all if I hadn't told you where the escape pods were located you would have died as well." T'Pol stated.
"Hey I knew exactly where I was going. Besides if I wouldn't have suggested we get to an escape pod you would still have been meditating while the ship was careening into a star." Reed said haughtily.
T'Pol said nothing as she had stopped listening after 'Hey' and had dropped into a meditative state. Reed had nothing better to do that stare at T'Pol's supple large-breasted body so that's exactly what he did. T'Pol sat, unconcerned.
"Stop staring at me." She commanded.
"Why am I making you uncomfortable?" Reed asked.
"Of course not, after all you don't copulate with females."
"What!?" Reed screeched.
"It was my understanding that you prefer the company of males." T'Pol replied.
"Who told you that?" Reed demanded.
"That male with the annoying accent."
"Trip." Reed said, his voice dripping with malice. Just another good reason for killing the bastard Reed thought to himself.
".and the useless translator girl, and Maryweather, I also believe Captain Archer eluded to something of that nature at lunch one day.." T'Pol continued.
"Ok I get the point! And for your information I love women, in fact I was staring at your breasts!" Reed blurted out.
"Human nature baffles me. Why were you looking at my breasts?" T'Pol asked serenely with barely a glint of curiosity in her eyes.
From that point on the conversation got no where and ended some time later in, for Reed, and uncomfortable silence and T'Pol, well for T'Pol just silence.
Days later..
Reed descends into insanity and begins blabbering on using British born words like 'bloody', 'crumpet', and 'cheers'. T'Pol tried to meditate to ignore the continuously stupid comments expelled from Reed but eventually she became slightly annoyed and decided the logical thing to do was to kill Reed, after all neither of them had eaten in days. Reed was a human, and as such a lower life form, and now he didn't even have his sanity, it would be better for both of them if he were dead. So T'Pol grabbed Reed's shoulder, unsuccessfully trying the Vulcan neck grip, reed just babbled on. Finally she jus decided to bash his head against the wall really hard. Reed's dead body lay on the ground, blood seeping from his head wound. T'Pol had not thought about the mess bludgeoning caused. Just as T'Pol was about to begin eating her now dead crew mate a large thump was heard. A meteor had smashed against their pod. Another thump, and another, followed. Suddenly the pod began to shake. The Last thing T'Pol remembered seeing was Reed's body bouncing off the insides of the pod as it was pelted by rocks….
The Future…
"Last night's poker game was really fun." Geordi commented to Data.
"But Geordi, you lost."
Geordi laughed, "Winning is fun Data, but just playing with all your friends can be just as enjoyable without winning." He explained.
Data seemed to mull over than knowledge.
"Did I tell you we found a crushed escape pod floating not far away from the wreckage of the Enterprise?" Geordi asked.
"No, what did you ascertain about the pod?" Data asked.
"Well there were two people in it, trace elements were that of a Vulcan and a Human."
"Interesting."
"Yes, that is definitely going to be a piece for the Museum of Space Travel."
The End