DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
NOTE: In the last two chapter's, I called it a shantytown. It is like one, but from now on, it'll be called a village. No specific reason. I just realised after I wrote the chapter I'd put 'village', and I'm too lazy to change it, so I just added this note!
And I can't remember if the Vulcan ship in 'Fusion' was called the 'Voxlas' or not, but it is in this............you know the ship I mean - the one with the Vulcan's who had emotions. Yes, of course you do!
Thanks to Emily!!!!!!!!!!!!
TRIP'S WAR - Chapter Three.
They had walked to the village and been greeted by a group of the villagers. Trip had explained to them who Archer, Malcolm and Hoshi were. Or at least they think he had. Hoshi had translated best she could, but was still a bit unsure.
They now sat around a rectangular wooden table in Trip's house. It wasn't really a house, more of a room with a bed, table and stove and a small room at the back Archer guessed was the bathroom.
They had talked about what had happened in the past three years onboard Enterprise, but Archer had a more pressing question on his mind. "So how did you get off the planet?" He asked Trip.
"Well," Trip began. "I guess I'd been there a couple of weeks when we managed to get off the surface," He thought for a moment. "There was me and a couple of other guys there. The Cassian's had been tryin' all kinds of species to see if anthing'd work. There was a small group of people, not exactly rebels 'cus their government didn't know who they were, or that they even existed." He stopped to think again. "Say, do you remember Heureux?" He asked Malcolm and Hoshi.
"Yeah," Hoshi said, "The tall guy with the red eyes?"
"Yeah," Trip said, nodding. "Well, he was kinda the leader." He leant forwards and rested his arms on the table.
"Leader?" Malcolm asked. "Wasn't he the deputy Mayor or something?"
"Yeah, well. It's always the quiet ones." Trip said. "Anyway," he continued, "They decided that, I dunno, there had to be a better way or whatever, so behind Piandre's back, they got the shuttlepod repaired. A few day's after they'd finished the repairs, they came and got us out of the hospital." He finished and sat back.
"So how did you get here?" Archer asked. "You can't have got here in the shuttlepod. It's too far."
"No," Trip continued, "We didn't get here in the shuttlepod." He ran his hand through his hair and rested his elbows on the table. "We were picked up after a couple a days by a cargo ship. It brought us here."
"A cargo ship?" Malcolm asked.
"Yes," Trip said looking at Malcolm. "It was heading to the city, it took us there. We left the city and came here."
"The city?" Hoshi asked.
"Yeah. It's a couple of miles east of here." Trip explained. "Pete and me decided to leave and came here."
"Who's Pete?" Malcolm asked.
"His a Vulcan from the planet." Trip explained. "He's kinda like the ones we met on the Voxlas." Trip stood. " Hang on a sec," Trip said, leaving the room. He returned a few seconds later with Pete, or at least who they assumed to be Pete, in tow. "This is Pete." Trip said, sitting back down.
"Hello," Pete said. "Trip has told me about you," he said, looking at the three. "It's good to met you." He was a young Vulcan, about the same build as Trip.
"Like wise," Archer said, standing to shake the Vulcan's hand. "Pete?" He asked, "Seems a bit of an odd name for a Vulcan."
"My actual name is Pe'teroi." He said, shaking Archer's hand. "Trip began to call me 'Pete' after we'd know each other for a few days."
Archer smiled and sat back down.
"Trip!" A voice called from outside.
A few seconds later, a young girl entered the room. She stopped when she saw the group around the table.
"Aisha," Trip said, walking to where the girl was standing.
The girl looked at Trip, then at Pete before whispering something into Trip's ear. She took one last look at the group then left the room.
"What's wrong?" Pete asked.
"The generator's playin' up." He said, looking at the Vulcan. "Y'all excuse me, I'll be back in a minute." He said to the others. He smiled, then followed the girl.
"Generator?" Archer asked.
"Yes," Pete said, sitting down next to him. "We've been here almost three years, Captain," he explained. "I spent the time teaching some of the villager's to speak English, whereas Trip's spent it building a generator."
"Who was the girl?" Malcolm asked.
"That was Aisha." Pete said, looking at Malcolm. "She is one of the ones that help Trip to maintain and repair the generator." He stood and walked to the stove. "She can also speak English. She's a very clever girl." He took a pot out of one of the cupboards and proceeded to make some kind of a beverage. He brought the pot over to the table, along with four mugs. "Klarm," he said, sitting. "It's a bit like your Earth tea, or so Trip say's. Either way it tastes nice." He picked up the pot and poured himself a mug full, before doing the same for Archer, Malcolm and Hoshi.
"It's nice," Hoshi said, after taking a sip. "Kinda a cross between coffee and tea." She smiled and took another sip.
"So where are the others?" Malcolm asked.
Pete looked up from his mug and frowned. "Sorry?"
"Trip said there were several of you on Nostarcassa, but there's only you and him here."
Pete looked down at his mug and sighed. "The other's are dead." He said, looking at Malcolm. He shook his head and looked at Archer. "This isn't a friendly planet," he looked at Hoshi, "Especially for you."
"What does that mean?" Archer asked, noting the slight look of panic on the young woman's face.
"This continent is in the midst of war," Pete said, "The Sobakan......."
"Sobakan?" Archer interrupted.
"Yes," Pete said, looking at Archer. "They live in the city." He took a sip of his drink. "Shall I start at the beginning?"
Archer, Malcolm and Hoshi all nodded in agreement.
"Many years ago the Sobakan and the Peri lived in harmony throughout this continent. The Sobakan were originally brought to this planet as salves, although that was centuries ago. They were emancipated several hundred years ago." He took another sip of his drink. "Fifty years ago, a radical Sobakan faction made it into government. They decided the Peri were not worthy of living in the city and banished them."
"Banished them?" Malcolm asked.
"Trip has often referred to the Sobakan's as 'regular little Nazi's'." Pete said, "They banished the Peri to small settlement's outside of the town. This is the only one that remains."
"What happened to the other's?" Archer asked.
"The Sobakan raided the villages. They killed the settlers. The few who survived came here."
"Nice people," Malcolm said under his breath before sipping his drink.
"For some reason they left the settlement alone," Pete continued. "But, if they find anybody outside of the village, they kill them."
"Is that what happened to the others?" Hoshi asked.
"Something like that." Pete said. "Sometimes, they come into the village and take people away, mainly the women. They take them to the city. We never see them again."
Before anybody could respond, Aisha ran into the room.
She said something in a panicked voice to Pete. "Excuse me." Pete said, then left.
"What was that about?" Malcolm asked, sipping his drink.
"I'm not sure," Hoshi said, "Something about somebody being ill. She said it too quickly for me to catch what she said."
Archer sipped his drink. He hadn't understood anything of what the girl had said, but he had understood one word - Trip.
A/N: OK, Bad end, I know. I also forgot to put in the contacting Enterprise bit, but just pretend I did..........................
And if anybody knows the max warp of Enterprise in TOS, could you please email me with it. It's for a fic I'm writing, but I haven't watched TOS for ages, so I can't remember. I know there MUST be somebody out there who knows..................
Some people, for some reason, have emailed me to ask what the shirts are like. No - they're not like normal school/work shirts. Think of a long sleeved shirt, but without cuffs, take off the collar and buttons and tie it up around the waist with a belt/bit of rope so it makes a V neck, or just use your imagination, I really don't care/mind.
Hope that cleared it up for the lot that asked. If you didn't ask, and just read that, sorry for wasting ten seconds of your life!!
LYL, Jen.
NOTE: In the last two chapter's, I called it a shantytown. It is like one, but from now on, it'll be called a village. No specific reason. I just realised after I wrote the chapter I'd put 'village', and I'm too lazy to change it, so I just added this note!
And I can't remember if the Vulcan ship in 'Fusion' was called the 'Voxlas' or not, but it is in this............you know the ship I mean - the one with the Vulcan's who had emotions. Yes, of course you do!
Thanks to Emily!!!!!!!!!!!!
TRIP'S WAR - Chapter Three.
They had walked to the village and been greeted by a group of the villagers. Trip had explained to them who Archer, Malcolm and Hoshi were. Or at least they think he had. Hoshi had translated best she could, but was still a bit unsure.
They now sat around a rectangular wooden table in Trip's house. It wasn't really a house, more of a room with a bed, table and stove and a small room at the back Archer guessed was the bathroom.
They had talked about what had happened in the past three years onboard Enterprise, but Archer had a more pressing question on his mind. "So how did you get off the planet?" He asked Trip.
"Well," Trip began. "I guess I'd been there a couple of weeks when we managed to get off the surface," He thought for a moment. "There was me and a couple of other guys there. The Cassian's had been tryin' all kinds of species to see if anthing'd work. There was a small group of people, not exactly rebels 'cus their government didn't know who they were, or that they even existed." He stopped to think again. "Say, do you remember Heureux?" He asked Malcolm and Hoshi.
"Yeah," Hoshi said, "The tall guy with the red eyes?"
"Yeah," Trip said, nodding. "Well, he was kinda the leader." He leant forwards and rested his arms on the table.
"Leader?" Malcolm asked. "Wasn't he the deputy Mayor or something?"
"Yeah, well. It's always the quiet ones." Trip said. "Anyway," he continued, "They decided that, I dunno, there had to be a better way or whatever, so behind Piandre's back, they got the shuttlepod repaired. A few day's after they'd finished the repairs, they came and got us out of the hospital." He finished and sat back.
"So how did you get here?" Archer asked. "You can't have got here in the shuttlepod. It's too far."
"No," Trip continued, "We didn't get here in the shuttlepod." He ran his hand through his hair and rested his elbows on the table. "We were picked up after a couple a days by a cargo ship. It brought us here."
"A cargo ship?" Malcolm asked.
"Yes," Trip said looking at Malcolm. "It was heading to the city, it took us there. We left the city and came here."
"The city?" Hoshi asked.
"Yeah. It's a couple of miles east of here." Trip explained. "Pete and me decided to leave and came here."
"Who's Pete?" Malcolm asked.
"His a Vulcan from the planet." Trip explained. "He's kinda like the ones we met on the Voxlas." Trip stood. " Hang on a sec," Trip said, leaving the room. He returned a few seconds later with Pete, or at least who they assumed to be Pete, in tow. "This is Pete." Trip said, sitting back down.
"Hello," Pete said. "Trip has told me about you," he said, looking at the three. "It's good to met you." He was a young Vulcan, about the same build as Trip.
"Like wise," Archer said, standing to shake the Vulcan's hand. "Pete?" He asked, "Seems a bit of an odd name for a Vulcan."
"My actual name is Pe'teroi." He said, shaking Archer's hand. "Trip began to call me 'Pete' after we'd know each other for a few days."
Archer smiled and sat back down.
"Trip!" A voice called from outside.
A few seconds later, a young girl entered the room. She stopped when she saw the group around the table.
"Aisha," Trip said, walking to where the girl was standing.
The girl looked at Trip, then at Pete before whispering something into Trip's ear. She took one last look at the group then left the room.
"What's wrong?" Pete asked.
"The generator's playin' up." He said, looking at the Vulcan. "Y'all excuse me, I'll be back in a minute." He said to the others. He smiled, then followed the girl.
"Generator?" Archer asked.
"Yes," Pete said, sitting down next to him. "We've been here almost three years, Captain," he explained. "I spent the time teaching some of the villager's to speak English, whereas Trip's spent it building a generator."
"Who was the girl?" Malcolm asked.
"That was Aisha." Pete said, looking at Malcolm. "She is one of the ones that help Trip to maintain and repair the generator." He stood and walked to the stove. "She can also speak English. She's a very clever girl." He took a pot out of one of the cupboards and proceeded to make some kind of a beverage. He brought the pot over to the table, along with four mugs. "Klarm," he said, sitting. "It's a bit like your Earth tea, or so Trip say's. Either way it tastes nice." He picked up the pot and poured himself a mug full, before doing the same for Archer, Malcolm and Hoshi.
"It's nice," Hoshi said, after taking a sip. "Kinda a cross between coffee and tea." She smiled and took another sip.
"So where are the others?" Malcolm asked.
Pete looked up from his mug and frowned. "Sorry?"
"Trip said there were several of you on Nostarcassa, but there's only you and him here."
Pete looked down at his mug and sighed. "The other's are dead." He said, looking at Malcolm. He shook his head and looked at Archer. "This isn't a friendly planet," he looked at Hoshi, "Especially for you."
"What does that mean?" Archer asked, noting the slight look of panic on the young woman's face.
"This continent is in the midst of war," Pete said, "The Sobakan......."
"Sobakan?" Archer interrupted.
"Yes," Pete said, looking at Archer. "They live in the city." He took a sip of his drink. "Shall I start at the beginning?"
Archer, Malcolm and Hoshi all nodded in agreement.
"Many years ago the Sobakan and the Peri lived in harmony throughout this continent. The Sobakan were originally brought to this planet as salves, although that was centuries ago. They were emancipated several hundred years ago." He took another sip of his drink. "Fifty years ago, a radical Sobakan faction made it into government. They decided the Peri were not worthy of living in the city and banished them."
"Banished them?" Malcolm asked.
"Trip has often referred to the Sobakan's as 'regular little Nazi's'." Pete said, "They banished the Peri to small settlement's outside of the town. This is the only one that remains."
"What happened to the other's?" Archer asked.
"The Sobakan raided the villages. They killed the settlers. The few who survived came here."
"Nice people," Malcolm said under his breath before sipping his drink.
"For some reason they left the settlement alone," Pete continued. "But, if they find anybody outside of the village, they kill them."
"Is that what happened to the others?" Hoshi asked.
"Something like that." Pete said. "Sometimes, they come into the village and take people away, mainly the women. They take them to the city. We never see them again."
Before anybody could respond, Aisha ran into the room.
She said something in a panicked voice to Pete. "Excuse me." Pete said, then left.
"What was that about?" Malcolm asked, sipping his drink.
"I'm not sure," Hoshi said, "Something about somebody being ill. She said it too quickly for me to catch what she said."
Archer sipped his drink. He hadn't understood anything of what the girl had said, but he had understood one word - Trip.
A/N: OK, Bad end, I know. I also forgot to put in the contacting Enterprise bit, but just pretend I did..........................
And if anybody knows the max warp of Enterprise in TOS, could you please email me with it. It's for a fic I'm writing, but I haven't watched TOS for ages, so I can't remember. I know there MUST be somebody out there who knows..................
Some people, for some reason, have emailed me to ask what the shirts are like. No - they're not like normal school/work shirts. Think of a long sleeved shirt, but without cuffs, take off the collar and buttons and tie it up around the waist with a belt/bit of rope so it makes a V neck, or just use your imagination, I really don't care/mind.
Hope that cleared it up for the lot that asked. If you didn't ask, and just read that, sorry for wasting ten seconds of your life!!
LYL, Jen.