"Captain, I believe I may have discovered something of interest."
Tuvok said from his station.
Janeway stood from the captain's chair and came around to stand beside the Vulcan. "What have you found Mr. Tuvok?"
"I believe that the hit we sustained my have had a purpose other then destruction."
"What led you to this theory?" asked Janeway.
"In studying the blast point I have found trace elements of ammonia and chlorine. Also, the impact burns indicate that the missile was in the middle of some sort of maneuver parallel to the hull prior to impact."
Janeway stared puzzled at the read-out for a second, "And what do you suggest that this means?"
"At this point, it is unclear, but it made me consider that not all species we encounter have the same language, structure, or cultural customs. This could very well be their form of greeting." Tuvok responded.
The Captain thought about it for a second before responding. "It certainly does get your attention. Keep on that, see what else you can find."
Tuvok nodded and resumed his work.
Malcolm Reed woke as a foot careened into his face. "What the…" He sat up suddenly and his head collided with the top of the Jeffries tube. "Ok, ow."
It was coming back to him now. They were in the future and they were searching for engineering. So why was he asleep? He rubbed his head where it had collided with the ceiling and looked around himself.
In front of him lay Hoshi, curled in a ball, and jerking in response to whatever dream she may be having. In front of her sprawled out on his stomach with his hands supporting his head, was Trip.
Great, anyone could have stumbled upon them like this. It must have been that doctor and his bloody shots. This was a complication they definitely didn't need.
Reed carefully crawled around Hoshi and Trip and turned himself around to face the engineer. He gently shook Trip's shoulders. "Come on, its time to wake up now," he whispered.
"Go away, would ya," Trip mumbled as he turned his head to the other side and dozed back out of reality.
"Trip, I mean it, we have to get moving." Reed said it a little louder now and his shaking was more forceful.
Slowly Trip began to blink his way back to consciousness. "What happened?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as Reed moved to wake Hoshi.
Hoshi came awake with a start, hitting her own head on the ceiling and grabbing the developing bump with her hand.
"I think that doctor drugged us," Reed answered both Trip's question and Hoshi's puzzled expression. "Good news is that no one seems to have found us and we appear to be right outside the hatch to engineering." He motioned to the dead end in front of them.
"Well, that's progress," Trip said, pulling himself together.
Hoshi was running her hands through her hair checking absentmindedly for a bump. "So, now where do we go from here?" She asked.
"We check if the coast is clear and ideally it will be. Then we will be able to find what got us here and how to get back," Trip said. "Ideally, that is." He qualified again.
"Ok," She said. There was a pause. "So how do we do that?"
Trip and Reed exchanged a glance.
"Well, I guess we should just open this hatch and see who's around," Trip said finally.
"Yeah, that sounds like a sound course of action." Reed agreed. Again no one moved.
"Oh for heavens sake," Hoshi said as she quickly moved past them and pushed the control opening the hatch.
*Me evil?
Janeway stood from the captain's chair and came around to stand beside the Vulcan. "What have you found Mr. Tuvok?"
"I believe that the hit we sustained my have had a purpose other then destruction."
"What led you to this theory?" asked Janeway.
"In studying the blast point I have found trace elements of ammonia and chlorine. Also, the impact burns indicate that the missile was in the middle of some sort of maneuver parallel to the hull prior to impact."
Janeway stared puzzled at the read-out for a second, "And what do you suggest that this means?"
"At this point, it is unclear, but it made me consider that not all species we encounter have the same language, structure, or cultural customs. This could very well be their form of greeting." Tuvok responded.
The Captain thought about it for a second before responding. "It certainly does get your attention. Keep on that, see what else you can find."
Tuvok nodded and resumed his work.
Malcolm Reed woke as a foot careened into his face. "What the…" He sat up suddenly and his head collided with the top of the Jeffries tube. "Ok, ow."
It was coming back to him now. They were in the future and they were searching for engineering. So why was he asleep? He rubbed his head where it had collided with the ceiling and looked around himself.
In front of him lay Hoshi, curled in a ball, and jerking in response to whatever dream she may be having. In front of her sprawled out on his stomach with his hands supporting his head, was Trip.
Great, anyone could have stumbled upon them like this. It must have been that doctor and his bloody shots. This was a complication they definitely didn't need.
Reed carefully crawled around Hoshi and Trip and turned himself around to face the engineer. He gently shook Trip's shoulders. "Come on, its time to wake up now," he whispered.
"Go away, would ya," Trip mumbled as he turned his head to the other side and dozed back out of reality.
"Trip, I mean it, we have to get moving." Reed said it a little louder now and his shaking was more forceful.
Slowly Trip began to blink his way back to consciousness. "What happened?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as Reed moved to wake Hoshi.
Hoshi came awake with a start, hitting her own head on the ceiling and grabbing the developing bump with her hand.
"I think that doctor drugged us," Reed answered both Trip's question and Hoshi's puzzled expression. "Good news is that no one seems to have found us and we appear to be right outside the hatch to engineering." He motioned to the dead end in front of them.
"Well, that's progress," Trip said, pulling himself together.
Hoshi was running her hands through her hair checking absentmindedly for a bump. "So, now where do we go from here?" She asked.
"We check if the coast is clear and ideally it will be. Then we will be able to find what got us here and how to get back," Trip said. "Ideally, that is." He qualified again.
"Ok," She said. There was a pause. "So how do we do that?"
Trip and Reed exchanged a glance.
"Well, I guess we should just open this hatch and see who's around," Trip said finally.
"Yeah, that sounds like a sound course of action." Reed agreed. Again no one moved.
"Oh for heavens sake," Hoshi said as she quickly moved past them and pushed the control opening the hatch.
*Me evil?