Jon sighed. He had wished that Trip could have told them himself, or maybe
Kah'Li would have been here herself. He supposed that nothing ever went as
planned on Enterprise.
"You remember the Zryllians?" he asked, his question directed at the entire bridge crew.
Malcolm snorted. "How could we forget?"
"Well, Trip was having dreams about his daughter, Kah'Li. He said that she was alive, and that he needed to see her. Unfortunatly, when we found the Xryllians, their ship was adrift and their crew was dead. I thought that was the end, but Trip had another dream about her. That's why he rigged up the 'pod and left. Kah'Li is the human the Vorilians are talking about."
"Poor Trip. No wonder he left. But, is Kah'Li a guest of the Cerassians, or is she a prisoner?" asked Hoshi.
"I don't know." said Jon. "But I hope that Trip can find her before we find out."
~*~
Kah'Li slept fitfully. Her stomach hurt even more now, and she had thrown up several times. Hael hadn't returned in the longest time. She was beginning to think that she was a prisoner.
She rolled over onto her side, her back to the door. She wondered if she would have been better off dead than this. //No, don't think like that.// she thought to herself. //Someone will save me. But who?// She didn't know anyone else, let alone that they would save her. Maybe her father would come and... No. //He doesn't even know me. What do I think I am? Telpathic?// She snorted, then started to cough fitfully.
Unfortunately, she didn't know how right she was.
*~*
Trip awoke. //Oww...// he thought, rubbing his head gingerly. //Where am I? The last thing I remember is... oh no.// Trip grimaced at his memory. He had been attacked by a group of aliens called Cerassians. He put his face in his hands. There was no way that he would find his daughter now.
He heard the door open to what he assumed was a cell. A humanoid with light blue fur covering it's body strolled in.
"Hello." said the alien in English.
Trip sat up. //They know English?// he thought to himself. //Maybe they aren't hostile.// Trip snorted at his own thought. //That's right Charles, it's exactly why they shot at you, and captured you.//
He nervously answered the alien. "Hello... My name is Charles Tucker. And you are..?"
The alien grinned, but Trip took it to be a grin of malice. "My name is Hael. I will be your torturer for your stay here. Do not make yourself comfortable. I will return for you shortly, and we shall start your, discussion." Hael turned on one foot and exited the room.
//Great.// thought Trip. //I get captured by an evil Cookie Monster look alike.//
"You remember the Zryllians?" he asked, his question directed at the entire bridge crew.
Malcolm snorted. "How could we forget?"
"Well, Trip was having dreams about his daughter, Kah'Li. He said that she was alive, and that he needed to see her. Unfortunatly, when we found the Xryllians, their ship was adrift and their crew was dead. I thought that was the end, but Trip had another dream about her. That's why he rigged up the 'pod and left. Kah'Li is the human the Vorilians are talking about."
"Poor Trip. No wonder he left. But, is Kah'Li a guest of the Cerassians, or is she a prisoner?" asked Hoshi.
"I don't know." said Jon. "But I hope that Trip can find her before we find out."
~*~
Kah'Li slept fitfully. Her stomach hurt even more now, and she had thrown up several times. Hael hadn't returned in the longest time. She was beginning to think that she was a prisoner.
She rolled over onto her side, her back to the door. She wondered if she would have been better off dead than this. //No, don't think like that.// she thought to herself. //Someone will save me. But who?// She didn't know anyone else, let alone that they would save her. Maybe her father would come and... No. //He doesn't even know me. What do I think I am? Telpathic?// She snorted, then started to cough fitfully.
Unfortunately, she didn't know how right she was.
*~*
Trip awoke. //Oww...// he thought, rubbing his head gingerly. //Where am I? The last thing I remember is... oh no.// Trip grimaced at his memory. He had been attacked by a group of aliens called Cerassians. He put his face in his hands. There was no way that he would find his daughter now.
He heard the door open to what he assumed was a cell. A humanoid with light blue fur covering it's body strolled in.
"Hello." said the alien in English.
Trip sat up. //They know English?// he thought to himself. //Maybe they aren't hostile.// Trip snorted at his own thought. //That's right Charles, it's exactly why they shot at you, and captured you.//
He nervously answered the alien. "Hello... My name is Charles Tucker. And you are..?"
The alien grinned, but Trip took it to be a grin of malice. "My name is Hael. I will be your torturer for your stay here. Do not make yourself comfortable. I will return for you shortly, and we shall start your, discussion." Hael turned on one foot and exited the room.
//Great.// thought Trip. //I get captured by an evil Cookie Monster look alike.//