A Blast From The Past
Part One
Captain Jonathon Archer was bored. They had come across nothing since that uninhabited planet, THREE DAYS AGO. If something didn't happen soon, he'd go insane…
"Sir, I may be picking up something…"
Ah. Saved.
"What is it, Travis?"
"Two alien ships, sir. One appears to be towing the other, but… they're dead in space, captain."
Archer leaned forward. Now THIS looked interesting…
"Any Biosigns?"
"Twelve," answered T'pol. "One human, the rest, Elache. All on the leading ship."
"Elache?" inquired Archer.
"A cowardly, but nevertheless, dangerous species. They steal technology from ships and attack unprovoked. They cannot be trusted."
"What about the human? Are the trying to raid his ship?"
"Most likely."
Archer made his decision without deliberation.
"Hoshi, open a channel."
"Alien vessel, I am Captain Archer, of the Starship, Enterprise. Are you in need of assistance?"
An image flashed up on the screen of a young woman, with tousled red hair and sweat patches on her grey top. Her refined, and rather annoyed, English voice came back through the Commlink.
"I don't have time for the pleasantries. Either get over here and help me, or be on your way."
Having finished her last words, she spun round to catch one of the Elache across the face with the butt of her phase pistol.
"Peaches?!?"
Archer turned to stare at his Armoury Officer in surprise, but his head whipped back to the view screen when the woman answered, "Malks? Long time, no see."
She paused for a moment, a slow smile beginning to form on her face. Then, a loud crash from outside her cabin reminded her of the current situation.
"Malks, can you get a transporter lock over here?"
"Not to put our people through, if that's what you're suggesting. Our system's malfunctioning. It's unstable."
"Fine. Erm… Can you open your shuttle bay doors?"
Archer cut in. "Our systems aren't THAT bad…"
"Erm, Captain? It's, er, just an English turn of phrase. She just means WILL we open the doors."
"What? She can't fly in with THAT trailing behind her!"
The woman fixed him with an icy glare. "Just do it."
The crew watched in amazement as 'Peaches' spiralled her bulky craft up towards the shuttle bay, twisting the two connected ships around each other in a way that should have resulted in both vessels crashing into the walls of the Enterprise. On the bridge, they could see the doors at the back of her cabin buckling under the strain of the rest of the Elache trying to break through. Collecting her phase pistols and yelling, "Shut the doors! Shut the doors!", she scrambled for the nearest door out of her ship.
The opening mechanism had jammed.
She slammed into the door with her shoulder, then kicked what remained into the shuttle bay with a booted foot. She leapt over the wreckage, rolled and landed flat on her back, pistols firing at the last five Elache.
The security team headed by Malcolm arrived to see her drop her red-hot, malfunctioning phase pistol. The last remaining Elache had a phase rifle pointed at her head. Quick as lightning, she kicked it out of his hands, pulled him over her shoulder and punched him, hard. He fell to the floor, unconscious.
She looked up, bleeding from a dozen places, and saw Malcolm and his security team standing in the doorway.
"You took your time, didn't you," she said, mildly, and collapsed.
1 END OF PART ONE
What do you think folks? Its my first star trek fic, so be gentle!
Part One
Captain Jonathon Archer was bored. They had come across nothing since that uninhabited planet, THREE DAYS AGO. If something didn't happen soon, he'd go insane…
"Sir, I may be picking up something…"
Ah. Saved.
"What is it, Travis?"
"Two alien ships, sir. One appears to be towing the other, but… they're dead in space, captain."
Archer leaned forward. Now THIS looked interesting…
"Any Biosigns?"
"Twelve," answered T'pol. "One human, the rest, Elache. All on the leading ship."
"Elache?" inquired Archer.
"A cowardly, but nevertheless, dangerous species. They steal technology from ships and attack unprovoked. They cannot be trusted."
"What about the human? Are the trying to raid his ship?"
"Most likely."
Archer made his decision without deliberation.
"Hoshi, open a channel."
"Alien vessel, I am Captain Archer, of the Starship, Enterprise. Are you in need of assistance?"
An image flashed up on the screen of a young woman, with tousled red hair and sweat patches on her grey top. Her refined, and rather annoyed, English voice came back through the Commlink.
"I don't have time for the pleasantries. Either get over here and help me, or be on your way."
Having finished her last words, she spun round to catch one of the Elache across the face with the butt of her phase pistol.
"Peaches?!?"
Archer turned to stare at his Armoury Officer in surprise, but his head whipped back to the view screen when the woman answered, "Malks? Long time, no see."
She paused for a moment, a slow smile beginning to form on her face. Then, a loud crash from outside her cabin reminded her of the current situation.
"Malks, can you get a transporter lock over here?"
"Not to put our people through, if that's what you're suggesting. Our system's malfunctioning. It's unstable."
"Fine. Erm… Can you open your shuttle bay doors?"
Archer cut in. "Our systems aren't THAT bad…"
"Erm, Captain? It's, er, just an English turn of phrase. She just means WILL we open the doors."
"What? She can't fly in with THAT trailing behind her!"
The woman fixed him with an icy glare. "Just do it."
The crew watched in amazement as 'Peaches' spiralled her bulky craft up towards the shuttle bay, twisting the two connected ships around each other in a way that should have resulted in both vessels crashing into the walls of the Enterprise. On the bridge, they could see the doors at the back of her cabin buckling under the strain of the rest of the Elache trying to break through. Collecting her phase pistols and yelling, "Shut the doors! Shut the doors!", she scrambled for the nearest door out of her ship.
The opening mechanism had jammed.
She slammed into the door with her shoulder, then kicked what remained into the shuttle bay with a booted foot. She leapt over the wreckage, rolled and landed flat on her back, pistols firing at the last five Elache.
The security team headed by Malcolm arrived to see her drop her red-hot, malfunctioning phase pistol. The last remaining Elache had a phase rifle pointed at her head. Quick as lightning, she kicked it out of his hands, pulled him over her shoulder and punched him, hard. He fell to the floor, unconscious.
She looked up, bleeding from a dozen places, and saw Malcolm and his security team standing in the doorway.
"You took your time, didn't you," she said, mildly, and collapsed.
1 END OF PART ONE
What do you think folks? Its my first star trek fic, so be gentle!