Star-Trek: Enterprise
Authors Note: Okay, have had enough complaints from people, so have redone the second chapter. I still have no clue how it became a frames page.
Hoshi sat at the controls of the shuttle-pod, bored. The shuttle-pod had just entered the planets atmosphere, and she noted with a dull nod and tap at the keyboard the atmosphere content. 5/8 Nitrogen, 2/8 Oxygen and 1/8 CO2. Breathable, but predictable, because of the blue of the ozone layer. She sighed and looked around the cabin. T'Pol was seated, her legs crossed, working on a Pad. She seemed to do nothing but work nowadays. Hoshi teased her about it, but, not surprisingly, her being a Vulcan and all, got no response. She once received a slight twitch of the cheek, but that had been, oh, a few weeks now. To her, she privately thought that T'Pol had something on her mind, but was just working to get her mind off it. She wondered what thought could be so potent as to distract a Vulcan. She unconsciously shrugged. She never would be able to pry an answer out of the Vulcan. To T'Pols right sat Commander Tucker, who was enjoying a game of Rummy with the 2 ensigns that they had brought. She couldn't remember their names - they were ensigns, and also they worked in Engineering, meaning that she would probably never hear their names again. The 2 ensigns were playing a complicated game, and were teaching Tucker, who kept losing. "Dang, that's the fourth game in a row! What are you two, telepathic?!" he breathed in frustration. "No-" One ensign started. "Sir-" the second continued. "We're just really-" "Good friends," they finished together. They grinned at the aghast Tucker. "Hot diggidy, you two ARE telepathic!" he said in exasperation. The ensigns looked at each other. "Do you want to say it again, or shall I?" one said. "Nah, let him figure it out," his friend said, then turned to each other and began a new game, excluding Tucker. Tucker just looked towards Hoshi, flabbergasted. "Can you believe that? I mean-" She left him to continue babbling at his confusion as a beeping at the Conn attracted her attention. A point 2 degree misalignment of the port booster. Dull, dull, dull. Did nothing either funny or interesting happen on Enterprise, or was it just her? A loud snore attracted her attention. She looked to Archer, his cap over his eyes, mouth wide open, and sleeping - well, not soundly. She giggled, and caught a glimpse of laughter? in T'Pols eyes before she nudged Captain Archer awake. He started. "Huh? Wha? Who's attacking? Oh, it's just you," Archer said, stretching. "Have we landed yet?" "No, Captain, we are beginning the orbital entry sequence," Hoshi butted in. "So why in blazes-" he started, annoyed. "Because either atmospheric conditions are affecting my hearing, or else your nasal cavity needs re-modulating so that certain vibrations from the larynx does not disturb my work," T'Pol stated calmly. The two ensigns started laughing at the indignant look on their Captains face. He looked to Hoshi for help. She giggled. "Can you stop snoring, please?" she translated, laughing. He grinned, unhappily. "Fine, I'll keep myself awake. But I'm warning you," he said, waving a finger at the crew, "If I'm a bit uppity on the surface, it's your own fault." He crossed his arms sulkily as the rest of the shuttle burst out laughing, with the exception of T'Pol, who continued working despite the noise. Hoshi turned her face back to the Conn, smiling. This was what she had come to space for, not for exploration, or to seek out new metaphors on new languages, but for the friendliness and familiarity. For instance, Archer reminded her of her grandfather, an uptight old man who left no room for mistakes. She was rather fond of him, for his, self-admitted, bad habit of falling asleep in moving vehicles. She giggled to herself again, her spirit renewed by the hilarity of the situation as she began the sequence for orbital entry.
When they landed, Archer left the ship first, wiping his eyes against the bright glare of the sun. Despite his words, he had fallen asleep again before they landed, and was extremely grumpy. But not even that could stop his euphoria at having landed on a planet with life! He grinned, and looked around at the environment that they had landed in. There was a large mountain range to the East, high enough to have both ice at the tip, and also have a spectacular brown colour about it. It seemed no trees grew on the mountain range, but still bordered the area they had landed in. About 20 metres in front of him, there were large purple-leaved trees, with what looked like small balls of wool skittering about between the leaves. Strangely enough, the planet didn't belong to a Solar System, and so had no sun, but it shone as brightly here as it did on Earth, maybe a bit brighter. He frowned, wondering where the light was coming from. There seemed to be a permanent layer of clouds in the sky, which may have been able to explain the light, but he decided to wait until T'Pol had finished her scans. He crossed his arms, tapped his foot, and then turned around to her. "Well?" he asked. "There is not much to talk about. It's an M-class planet, with a diverse eco-system, as proved by the animals in the trees and fish in the lake over there," she pointed behind them, where there was a quite large lake, with trees surrounding the whole circumference. They looked like trees, anyway. They were sure the weirdest looking trees that he had seen in a long time. They were wood at the base, but the branches seemed to be made of silk. They wrapped around each other, and broke off and broke off into so many different branches that he couldn't count them all. Also, the branches changed colour from brown all the way down the spectrum, until the end of each branch. The branches collected about 2 metres from the trees into little balls, not unlike beach balls with their colours. His attention was distracted by a small fish jumping from the lake, which, thankfully, was the right colour. He didn't have enough time to catch many details, but the fish seemed covered in slick, black scales. He turned back to T'Pol, and pointed at the sky. "Nothing much, eh? And how do you explain all the light if there's no Sun?" he asked. "I cannot give a reasonable explanation, although I am getting anomalous readings from both the woods on the far side of the lake, and also in the mountain range to the East." She consulted her tricorder again, and then said, "There seems to be a small spacecraft in a crater across the lake as well, though planet-wide scans showed no indication of intelligent life anywhere." Archer sighed. At least they might be able to discover a new species while here. "Right, Me, Trip and T'Pol will head for the mountains, while Hoshi, as language expert, will accompany the two ensigns. Enjoy yourself, Hoshi," he grinned at her, as she glared at him. She hated exploration. She cheered up at the prospect of at least figuring out a new language. Trip started up an argument with T'Pol, as usual, as they left. Archer just held up his hands in defeat, then tried to break up the two of them. Hoshi smiled, and turned to find the two ensigns on the grass, playing cards. A tamigochi hung from one wrist. She sighed, and stood with her hands on her hips. "You know, you two are going to be excellent bodyguards on this excursion." She muttered. They continued to play cards. "Gimme those!" she exclaimed crossly, and grabbed the pack. The two ensigns stared up at her with large eyes, like a deer's in a cars headlights. She pointed to the trees, and they meekly stood up and walked to the woods.
Ensign Traywait grinned at his friend. They had only been walking in the woods for ten minutes, with Hoshi behind them, but Hoshi didn't know that one of them had another pack of cards, and another had a miniature Gameboy. Man, had those things got small. Walking through the woods was like walking through a kaleidoscope of colours. There were blues, greens, pinks, of all sorts. Why a tree would evolve with a red bark and blue leaves was anybody's guess. How did it even photosynthesise? He looked at the animals more, for even though they were brightly coloured as well, at least they were able to survive with them colours. Many butterflies floated through the air, and strange birds flitted through the leaves. He swore that an animal much like a lemur had stared at him through the gaps in a bush, but he missed it upon second look. Hoshi stopped them, and ushered them to silence. A hum filled the air. "You reckon that's the ship?" she asked. "Can't think of anything else it could be, Ma'am," his friend, Ensign Bolden answered politely. "Let's go see what it is. But first, what is that in your hair?" she pointed at him. Or rather, his head. "What?" he reached up, and grabbed - something. It was blue and green, iridescent like a peacock, and had large, membrane-like, see-through wings. What really caught his attention was the many legs, and huge long needle that was its snout. A tongue flicked out, covered with something red. Or else it was it's natural tongue colour. At the moment, he didn't care, it had been eating his blood! "AAAHHH!" He screamed, at the same time as it trilled loudly, almost in mockery of him, beat its many wings and flew off. "Oh, no, you don't!" he shouted, and chased after it, ignoring his friends and Hoshi's calls. He chased it for many long minutes, and when it finally flew into a vine- covered hole, he zoomed right in after it. It took his eyes many long minutes to adjust to the almost complete darkness, but he gasped when he did. On a rock directly in front of him, lay a long, purple something, its body heaving in and out. It was about half a metre in length, completely purple, with long, blue and white veins covering its entire body. It looked to be in agony, and the slab underneath it was almost its death bed. The bug forgotten, Traywait walked over to the creature. He wondered if he could help it in any way. The creature shuddered, and he swore he heard a gasp for air. As he walked farther in, the creature turned towards him. If anything with that many teeth, suckers and tendrils could look more surprised, he would give it a gold star. He screamed, turned and ran for the entrance, just as it leaped for him, wrapped around his head and slammed itself into his wide open-mouth.
Authors Note: Okay, have had enough complaints from people, so have redone the second chapter. I still have no clue how it became a frames page.
Hoshi sat at the controls of the shuttle-pod, bored. The shuttle-pod had just entered the planets atmosphere, and she noted with a dull nod and tap at the keyboard the atmosphere content. 5/8 Nitrogen, 2/8 Oxygen and 1/8 CO2. Breathable, but predictable, because of the blue of the ozone layer. She sighed and looked around the cabin. T'Pol was seated, her legs crossed, working on a Pad. She seemed to do nothing but work nowadays. Hoshi teased her about it, but, not surprisingly, her being a Vulcan and all, got no response. She once received a slight twitch of the cheek, but that had been, oh, a few weeks now. To her, she privately thought that T'Pol had something on her mind, but was just working to get her mind off it. She wondered what thought could be so potent as to distract a Vulcan. She unconsciously shrugged. She never would be able to pry an answer out of the Vulcan. To T'Pols right sat Commander Tucker, who was enjoying a game of Rummy with the 2 ensigns that they had brought. She couldn't remember their names - they were ensigns, and also they worked in Engineering, meaning that she would probably never hear their names again. The 2 ensigns were playing a complicated game, and were teaching Tucker, who kept losing. "Dang, that's the fourth game in a row! What are you two, telepathic?!" he breathed in frustration. "No-" One ensign started. "Sir-" the second continued. "We're just really-" "Good friends," they finished together. They grinned at the aghast Tucker. "Hot diggidy, you two ARE telepathic!" he said in exasperation. The ensigns looked at each other. "Do you want to say it again, or shall I?" one said. "Nah, let him figure it out," his friend said, then turned to each other and began a new game, excluding Tucker. Tucker just looked towards Hoshi, flabbergasted. "Can you believe that? I mean-" She left him to continue babbling at his confusion as a beeping at the Conn attracted her attention. A point 2 degree misalignment of the port booster. Dull, dull, dull. Did nothing either funny or interesting happen on Enterprise, or was it just her? A loud snore attracted her attention. She looked to Archer, his cap over his eyes, mouth wide open, and sleeping - well, not soundly. She giggled, and caught a glimpse of laughter? in T'Pols eyes before she nudged Captain Archer awake. He started. "Huh? Wha? Who's attacking? Oh, it's just you," Archer said, stretching. "Have we landed yet?" "No, Captain, we are beginning the orbital entry sequence," Hoshi butted in. "So why in blazes-" he started, annoyed. "Because either atmospheric conditions are affecting my hearing, or else your nasal cavity needs re-modulating so that certain vibrations from the larynx does not disturb my work," T'Pol stated calmly. The two ensigns started laughing at the indignant look on their Captains face. He looked to Hoshi for help. She giggled. "Can you stop snoring, please?" she translated, laughing. He grinned, unhappily. "Fine, I'll keep myself awake. But I'm warning you," he said, waving a finger at the crew, "If I'm a bit uppity on the surface, it's your own fault." He crossed his arms sulkily as the rest of the shuttle burst out laughing, with the exception of T'Pol, who continued working despite the noise. Hoshi turned her face back to the Conn, smiling. This was what she had come to space for, not for exploration, or to seek out new metaphors on new languages, but for the friendliness and familiarity. For instance, Archer reminded her of her grandfather, an uptight old man who left no room for mistakes. She was rather fond of him, for his, self-admitted, bad habit of falling asleep in moving vehicles. She giggled to herself again, her spirit renewed by the hilarity of the situation as she began the sequence for orbital entry.
When they landed, Archer left the ship first, wiping his eyes against the bright glare of the sun. Despite his words, he had fallen asleep again before they landed, and was extremely grumpy. But not even that could stop his euphoria at having landed on a planet with life! He grinned, and looked around at the environment that they had landed in. There was a large mountain range to the East, high enough to have both ice at the tip, and also have a spectacular brown colour about it. It seemed no trees grew on the mountain range, but still bordered the area they had landed in. About 20 metres in front of him, there were large purple-leaved trees, with what looked like small balls of wool skittering about between the leaves. Strangely enough, the planet didn't belong to a Solar System, and so had no sun, but it shone as brightly here as it did on Earth, maybe a bit brighter. He frowned, wondering where the light was coming from. There seemed to be a permanent layer of clouds in the sky, which may have been able to explain the light, but he decided to wait until T'Pol had finished her scans. He crossed his arms, tapped his foot, and then turned around to her. "Well?" he asked. "There is not much to talk about. It's an M-class planet, with a diverse eco-system, as proved by the animals in the trees and fish in the lake over there," she pointed behind them, where there was a quite large lake, with trees surrounding the whole circumference. They looked like trees, anyway. They were sure the weirdest looking trees that he had seen in a long time. They were wood at the base, but the branches seemed to be made of silk. They wrapped around each other, and broke off and broke off into so many different branches that he couldn't count them all. Also, the branches changed colour from brown all the way down the spectrum, until the end of each branch. The branches collected about 2 metres from the trees into little balls, not unlike beach balls with their colours. His attention was distracted by a small fish jumping from the lake, which, thankfully, was the right colour. He didn't have enough time to catch many details, but the fish seemed covered in slick, black scales. He turned back to T'Pol, and pointed at the sky. "Nothing much, eh? And how do you explain all the light if there's no Sun?" he asked. "I cannot give a reasonable explanation, although I am getting anomalous readings from both the woods on the far side of the lake, and also in the mountain range to the East." She consulted her tricorder again, and then said, "There seems to be a small spacecraft in a crater across the lake as well, though planet-wide scans showed no indication of intelligent life anywhere." Archer sighed. At least they might be able to discover a new species while here. "Right, Me, Trip and T'Pol will head for the mountains, while Hoshi, as language expert, will accompany the two ensigns. Enjoy yourself, Hoshi," he grinned at her, as she glared at him. She hated exploration. She cheered up at the prospect of at least figuring out a new language. Trip started up an argument with T'Pol, as usual, as they left. Archer just held up his hands in defeat, then tried to break up the two of them. Hoshi smiled, and turned to find the two ensigns on the grass, playing cards. A tamigochi hung from one wrist. She sighed, and stood with her hands on her hips. "You know, you two are going to be excellent bodyguards on this excursion." She muttered. They continued to play cards. "Gimme those!" she exclaimed crossly, and grabbed the pack. The two ensigns stared up at her with large eyes, like a deer's in a cars headlights. She pointed to the trees, and they meekly stood up and walked to the woods.
Ensign Traywait grinned at his friend. They had only been walking in the woods for ten minutes, with Hoshi behind them, but Hoshi didn't know that one of them had another pack of cards, and another had a miniature Gameboy. Man, had those things got small. Walking through the woods was like walking through a kaleidoscope of colours. There were blues, greens, pinks, of all sorts. Why a tree would evolve with a red bark and blue leaves was anybody's guess. How did it even photosynthesise? He looked at the animals more, for even though they were brightly coloured as well, at least they were able to survive with them colours. Many butterflies floated through the air, and strange birds flitted through the leaves. He swore that an animal much like a lemur had stared at him through the gaps in a bush, but he missed it upon second look. Hoshi stopped them, and ushered them to silence. A hum filled the air. "You reckon that's the ship?" she asked. "Can't think of anything else it could be, Ma'am," his friend, Ensign Bolden answered politely. "Let's go see what it is. But first, what is that in your hair?" she pointed at him. Or rather, his head. "What?" he reached up, and grabbed - something. It was blue and green, iridescent like a peacock, and had large, membrane-like, see-through wings. What really caught his attention was the many legs, and huge long needle that was its snout. A tongue flicked out, covered with something red. Or else it was it's natural tongue colour. At the moment, he didn't care, it had been eating his blood! "AAAHHH!" He screamed, at the same time as it trilled loudly, almost in mockery of him, beat its many wings and flew off. "Oh, no, you don't!" he shouted, and chased after it, ignoring his friends and Hoshi's calls. He chased it for many long minutes, and when it finally flew into a vine- covered hole, he zoomed right in after it. It took his eyes many long minutes to adjust to the almost complete darkness, but he gasped when he did. On a rock directly in front of him, lay a long, purple something, its body heaving in and out. It was about half a metre in length, completely purple, with long, blue and white veins covering its entire body. It looked to be in agony, and the slab underneath it was almost its death bed. The bug forgotten, Traywait walked over to the creature. He wondered if he could help it in any way. The creature shuddered, and he swore he heard a gasp for air. As he walked farther in, the creature turned towards him. If anything with that many teeth, suckers and tendrils could look more surprised, he would give it a gold star. He screamed, turned and ran for the entrance, just as it leaped for him, wrapped around his head and slammed itself into his wide open-mouth.