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The trade captain that Archer and T'Pol were to meet was called Sak g'Motierl. His ship was a cargo vessel that, from the looks of it, was in very good working condition. They were to meet right after breakfast.
"Captain Archer, it's nice to see you again." Sak g'Motierl held his hand out to the captain.
"Please, call me Jon. Sak g'Motierl, I'd like you to meet my Science and First Officer, Sub-Commander T'Pol."
Archer's grin grew when Motierl saw T'Pol for the first time. He had a look of awe on his face.
"An honor I do not deserve." He bowed low, a sign of curiously deep respect. T'Pol nodded in return.
"I understand you wish to trade?" she asked him.
"Yes, indeed. Tell me, Jon, are all the women on your planet this magnificent?"
Archer laughed and looked at T'Pol. "Unfortunately, no, T'Pol isn't from my planet. She is Vulcan."
The trade captain looked inquisitive. T'Pol started to open her mouth, but Archer interrupted her.
"An enlightened race with better tans than most of us," Archer quipped.
Now it was Motierl's turn to laugh. "Well, I certainly am looking forward to our dealings. Shall we?" He lead them onto the ship where the crew was busy with individual tasks. Motierl showed the way into a well-furnished room with comfortable chairs.
"I have taken the liberty of ordering us drinks from my home planet." At a look from T'Pol, he added, "Non-alcoholic, of course, not during business deals, anyway."
"That is very generous, Captain," T'Pol let him know. Archer found this interesting, and thought to himself, T'Pol? Making small-talk? No, just a political thing, it has to be. Motierl bowed his head and said in a serious tone, "For you, the world"
"Perhaps you would like to see a list of the items Enterprise has to offer?" T'Pol said this as she handed a PADD to him.
The talk turned from friendly banter to business, and the trio discussed what could be traded. Two hours later, the meeting was up, and Archer and T'Pol were headed out of the hangar where the ship was stored into the afternoon sunlight of the marketplace.
"Well, I must say that was interesting," Archer smiled. "It seems someone has a secret admirer."
She raised a delicate eyebrow and replied, "He was hardly secret, though his fascination seems to have had a positive effect on our trades." He laughed. "It seems we have visitors," she stated.
Travis and Hoshi were on their way to meet the couple. Travis looked very excited.
"Well, Travis, Hoshi, I trust you've had a nice day."
"Oh yes sir, I found the coolest set of holographic chess pieces. The price was actually reasonable. But, it looks like we lost Trip."
"Should we be worried?"
"Oh, no, Captain, I'm sure he's somewhere eating himself silly in a pie contest or getting his butt whooped in a game of Tryinien dodge-ball." Hoshi was confident Trip was fine, which made Archer feel better. "We lost him just after we found this flier for some dance contest in a few days. I think he was scared I'd ask him to be my partner."
She handed him the piece of paper which he scanned with a Universal Translator and showed to T'Pol.
"Thank you, Hoshi. Why don't we all meet up for dinner at, say, 1800 hours?"
She and Travis both nodded, than headed off to the inn to prepare for dinner. Jonathan turned to T'Pol and opened his mouth.
"No."
"Oh come on, you don't even know what I'm going to ask."
"You were going to ask me to participate in this dance contest with you. No. Vulcans do not dance for reasons other than ceremonial purposes."
"It's a masquerade, no one will know it's you. Please?" At her look, he sighed then said, "Okay, if you do this with me, I'll do anything you want me to. I'll owe you."
She pondered this for a moment, then replied, "Anything?"
"Anything."
"I will give you my answer at dinner." She brushed past him and headed off to the Dancing Nacelle. He caught her smell as she passed and smiled. He knew she would say yes.
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The trade captain that Archer and T'Pol were to meet was called Sak g'Motierl. His ship was a cargo vessel that, from the looks of it, was in very good working condition. They were to meet right after breakfast.
"Captain Archer, it's nice to see you again." Sak g'Motierl held his hand out to the captain.
"Please, call me Jon. Sak g'Motierl, I'd like you to meet my Science and First Officer, Sub-Commander T'Pol."
Archer's grin grew when Motierl saw T'Pol for the first time. He had a look of awe on his face.
"An honor I do not deserve." He bowed low, a sign of curiously deep respect. T'Pol nodded in return.
"I understand you wish to trade?" she asked him.
"Yes, indeed. Tell me, Jon, are all the women on your planet this magnificent?"
Archer laughed and looked at T'Pol. "Unfortunately, no, T'Pol isn't from my planet. She is Vulcan."
The trade captain looked inquisitive. T'Pol started to open her mouth, but Archer interrupted her.
"An enlightened race with better tans than most of us," Archer quipped.
Now it was Motierl's turn to laugh. "Well, I certainly am looking forward to our dealings. Shall we?" He lead them onto the ship where the crew was busy with individual tasks. Motierl showed the way into a well-furnished room with comfortable chairs.
"I have taken the liberty of ordering us drinks from my home planet." At a look from T'Pol, he added, "Non-alcoholic, of course, not during business deals, anyway."
"That is very generous, Captain," T'Pol let him know. Archer found this interesting, and thought to himself, T'Pol? Making small-talk? No, just a political thing, it has to be. Motierl bowed his head and said in a serious tone, "For you, the world"
"Perhaps you would like to see a list of the items Enterprise has to offer?" T'Pol said this as she handed a PADD to him.
The talk turned from friendly banter to business, and the trio discussed what could be traded. Two hours later, the meeting was up, and Archer and T'Pol were headed out of the hangar where the ship was stored into the afternoon sunlight of the marketplace.
"Well, I must say that was interesting," Archer smiled. "It seems someone has a secret admirer."
She raised a delicate eyebrow and replied, "He was hardly secret, though his fascination seems to have had a positive effect on our trades." He laughed. "It seems we have visitors," she stated.
Travis and Hoshi were on their way to meet the couple. Travis looked very excited.
"Well, Travis, Hoshi, I trust you've had a nice day."
"Oh yes sir, I found the coolest set of holographic chess pieces. The price was actually reasonable. But, it looks like we lost Trip."
"Should we be worried?"
"Oh, no, Captain, I'm sure he's somewhere eating himself silly in a pie contest or getting his butt whooped in a game of Tryinien dodge-ball." Hoshi was confident Trip was fine, which made Archer feel better. "We lost him just after we found this flier for some dance contest in a few days. I think he was scared I'd ask him to be my partner."
She handed him the piece of paper which he scanned with a Universal Translator and showed to T'Pol.
"Thank you, Hoshi. Why don't we all meet up for dinner at, say, 1800 hours?"
She and Travis both nodded, than headed off to the inn to prepare for dinner. Jonathan turned to T'Pol and opened his mouth.
"No."
"Oh come on, you don't even know what I'm going to ask."
"You were going to ask me to participate in this dance contest with you. No. Vulcans do not dance for reasons other than ceremonial purposes."
"It's a masquerade, no one will know it's you. Please?" At her look, he sighed then said, "Okay, if you do this with me, I'll do anything you want me to. I'll owe you."
She pondered this for a moment, then replied, "Anything?"
"Anything."
"I will give you my answer at dinner." She brushed past him and headed off to the Dancing Nacelle. He caught her smell as she passed and smiled. He knew she would say yes.
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