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NOTE: this is set three years after "Nostarcassa". It was mean to be the next chapter of it, but it was gonna drag on forever. This is only a short chapter, to set your mind's at ease.
TRIP'S WAR - Chapter One.
"I'm picking up life signs," T'Pol stated from her station on the bridge.
"How many?" Archer asked.
"Several thousand."
"Hoshi?" Archer asked, successfully gaining the attention of the comm. officer. "Any luck with the language?"
"No, not yet, Sir." She said, listening more carefully. "I'm picking up three of four." She listened again, and turned to face Archer. "So far I haven't been able to recognise or decipher any."
"Keep at it," Archer said. Hoshi nodded. "T'Pol, you have the bridge." He said, turning to face his first officer. "I'll be in my quarters if you need me."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Archer entered his quarters and was immediately greeted by Porthos. "Hey, boy," He said, bending down to stroke him. "How are you, eh?"
His answer was in the form of a lick on the face.
"OK, that's enough." He said standing. The dog looked up at his master, then quietly walked over to the other side if the room. "There's no need to be like that." Archer mumbled before sitting down at his desk.
He turned the computer on and was about to record his personal log when a photograph caught his attention. It was of him and a younger man. It was of him and Trip. Archer picked up the picture. He smiled as he thought of his friend. It had been almost three years since Trip had died. Life onboard the Enterprise had slowly returned to normal. Lieutenant Kelly Holdsworth had been promoted to Chief Engineer on a permanent basis, and slowly but surely things had returned to the way they were, almost.
Malcolm had been surprising upset by the news of Trip's death, and even T'Pol had showed some kind of remorse at Trip's demise. Or Archer thought she had, he wasn't sure. And, of course, she had later denied it when he asked.
He placed the picture back down on the desk and turned his attention back to his log.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hoshi had been working on trying to translate the languages for the past two days and, at last, had succeeded in the translation of one.
"Good work, Hoshi." Archer said, smiling at the young woman standing in front of him. "Wanna go down there, find out a little more?"
"Yes, Sir." She replied.
Archer noted the excitement in her voice. "I think we should check on them. Make sure Doctor Phlox had the equipment to make us blend in, so to speak."
"Yes, Sir." Hoshi said, leaving the Ready Room and returning to her panel.
Archer followed her and sat in his chair.
Hoshi brought up an image of a large shantytown on the view screen. She zoomed in until they were able to see the faces of the inhabitants.
"What the hell?" Archer asked, standing and walking towards the screen. "Hoshi, zoom in on that man."
"Aye, Sir." She said, pressing the necessary buttons on her panel.
"Oh God." Malcolm said.
"Sir, that's..........." Travis began, but was to stunned to finish his sentence.
"I know." Said Archer, still to shocked to say more.
Before then on the screen was the face of a man they all knew. Before them, was Trip.
A/N: See! He's not dead! I would never kill him (well, not permanently). I know the chapter's a little short. I wanted to post it so you'd all stop sending me hate e-mail (I know where you live maddy_kym63@********.com!!). Anyway, sorry for any continuity errors etc. And sorry it's a bit of a dodgy start. Oh well, don't like it, don't read it! LYL Jen.
NOTE: this is set three years after "Nostarcassa". It was mean to be the next chapter of it, but it was gonna drag on forever. This is only a short chapter, to set your mind's at ease.
TRIP'S WAR - Chapter One.
"I'm picking up life signs," T'Pol stated from her station on the bridge.
"How many?" Archer asked.
"Several thousand."
"Hoshi?" Archer asked, successfully gaining the attention of the comm. officer. "Any luck with the language?"
"No, not yet, Sir." She said, listening more carefully. "I'm picking up three of four." She listened again, and turned to face Archer. "So far I haven't been able to recognise or decipher any."
"Keep at it," Archer said. Hoshi nodded. "T'Pol, you have the bridge." He said, turning to face his first officer. "I'll be in my quarters if you need me."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Archer entered his quarters and was immediately greeted by Porthos. "Hey, boy," He said, bending down to stroke him. "How are you, eh?"
His answer was in the form of a lick on the face.
"OK, that's enough." He said standing. The dog looked up at his master, then quietly walked over to the other side if the room. "There's no need to be like that." Archer mumbled before sitting down at his desk.
He turned the computer on and was about to record his personal log when a photograph caught his attention. It was of him and a younger man. It was of him and Trip. Archer picked up the picture. He smiled as he thought of his friend. It had been almost three years since Trip had died. Life onboard the Enterprise had slowly returned to normal. Lieutenant Kelly Holdsworth had been promoted to Chief Engineer on a permanent basis, and slowly but surely things had returned to the way they were, almost.
Malcolm had been surprising upset by the news of Trip's death, and even T'Pol had showed some kind of remorse at Trip's demise. Or Archer thought she had, he wasn't sure. And, of course, she had later denied it when he asked.
He placed the picture back down on the desk and turned his attention back to his log.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hoshi had been working on trying to translate the languages for the past two days and, at last, had succeeded in the translation of one.
"Good work, Hoshi." Archer said, smiling at the young woman standing in front of him. "Wanna go down there, find out a little more?"
"Yes, Sir." She replied.
Archer noted the excitement in her voice. "I think we should check on them. Make sure Doctor Phlox had the equipment to make us blend in, so to speak."
"Yes, Sir." Hoshi said, leaving the Ready Room and returning to her panel.
Archer followed her and sat in his chair.
Hoshi brought up an image of a large shantytown on the view screen. She zoomed in until they were able to see the faces of the inhabitants.
"What the hell?" Archer asked, standing and walking towards the screen. "Hoshi, zoom in on that man."
"Aye, Sir." She said, pressing the necessary buttons on her panel.
"Oh God." Malcolm said.
"Sir, that's..........." Travis began, but was to stunned to finish his sentence.
"I know." Said Archer, still to shocked to say more.
Before then on the screen was the face of a man they all knew. Before them, was Trip.
A/N: See! He's not dead! I would never kill him (well, not permanently). I know the chapter's a little short. I wanted to post it so you'd all stop sending me hate e-mail (I know where you live maddy_kym63@********.com!!). Anyway, sorry for any continuity errors etc. And sorry it's a bit of a dodgy start. Oh well, don't like it, don't read it! LYL Jen.