Chapter Four:
"Captain, an unidentifiable ship is approaching us," Hoshi informed Archer.
Crewman O'Shay entered the bridge and went to her post behind T'Pol. She looked around at the crew as she stopped, her red curls still bobbing up and down.
"On screen," Archer answered. He adjusted his uniform and stared at the view screen.
"I've never seen this ship configuration before," T'Pol replied.
The captain looked over at Hoshi who shook her head to tell him this was not the people they had seen before.
O'Shay had to speak up, tell them that they needed to get out of there. There had to be a way.
"Sir, this vessel is no where capable of handing the ship approaching," she reported.
Sub-commander T'Pol looked at the crewman. Her facial expression tightened. She recognized the crewman; she was not really a crewman aboard the ship. She was a Protector.
"Noted, crewman," the captain said as the ship advanced upon Enterprise.
"They're charging weapons, sir!" Lieutenant Malcolm Reed looked up at Archer, tension clearly written across his face.
"Shields!" Captain Archer snapped.
"No effect, sir! I am getting reports of intruders on this deck!" Malcolm countered.
"Dammit. Sato, can you hail them?"
"I don't think they have hailing frequencies, sir," Hoshi shook her head as she intently listened to the subspace static.
"There are three aliens in the turbo-lift," Malcolm quickly told the captain.
Hoshi thought to herself. Could this be what would happen for not trying to forget? Why did Hoshi remember and no one else? She didn't recognize the ship. It was not the same one that attacked them on the previous day.
Malcolm motioned toward the turbo lift.
He quickly pulled out his phase pistol and glanced at Archer, who followed suit. Archer took five steps toward Malcolm, ending up a step to his side and two steps in front of him.
The turbo-lift doors opened as if in slow motion. Hoshi, who did not have a weapon, ducked under her console. T'Pol aimed her phase pistol at the first alien through the doors. Crewman O'Shay stood wide-eyed at her station; this was not supposed to happen.
The aliens had dark gray skin and black hair. Their eyes and uniforms were black, as were their small weapons. One alien had a different weapon, and it was he who fired directly at Captain Archer's leg.
Archer shot back at the alien, falling to the floor as he pulled the trigger. He hit the deck with a thud and yelled in pain.
Nnnoooo!!!" O'Shay yelled.
T'Pol and Malcolm fired their weapons at the aliens, just as two more beamed onto the bridge.
Hoshi climbed out of her hole and threw PADDs at the aliens in a desperate bid to distract them. It was all she could do.
Archer yelled again in pain just as Crewman O'Shay ran to his side. She pulled a dart out of his leg and watched as blood and a clear liquid seeped out of the wound.
The crewman sucked on his leg, trying to get the poison out before it was too late. She spat the clear liquid onto the floor as she worked.
The bodies of the invading aliens taken down by the Enterprise crew suddenly disappeared.
Malcolm stared at T'Pol as she calmly said that the alien vessel had veered off and went to warp speed. The armory officer looked at the captain, just as the crewman finished sucking the poison out of his blood stream. Hoshi looked up from the floor, slowly stood but then sat back down.
The youthful O'Shay crawled to the captain and placed a hand on his face, shushing his screams of pain.
"It's all right, everything will be fine," the girl soothed.
But to Archer, it sounded like a singsong alien language, "See'la'ra'shvre'sk'all'an'ah'sh,"
Archer's eyes blinked as he saw a beautiful maiden with loose, red curls. She had dainty pointed ears and thin eyebrows.
Her eyes were calm like a river yet as powerful as the sea. She had the sweetest, calmest voice that had ever graced his ears.
"Hold on, do not fall asleep," O'Shay murmured.
T'Pol, meanwhile, contacted the ship's doctor.
"San'arah'jvree'la'leen'reah'skree," the beautiful alien maiden continued.
Captain Archer's eyelids drooped as his mind tried to comprehend what he saw as a dream. Phlox rushed in just as Jon passed out.
Hoshi covered her mouth in surprise. Whoever the invading aliens were, they wanted Archer dead. Hoshi knew that was what their mission had to have been. These aliens were not those she remembered, they were the enemy. She would get to the bottom of this.
Crewman O'Shay collapsed just as Phlox motioned for the med team to carry Archer to sickbay. Phlox sighed and picked the slight crewman as he would a doll.
"Captain, an unidentifiable ship is approaching us," Hoshi informed Archer.
Crewman O'Shay entered the bridge and went to her post behind T'Pol. She looked around at the crew as she stopped, her red curls still bobbing up and down.
"On screen," Archer answered. He adjusted his uniform and stared at the view screen.
"I've never seen this ship configuration before," T'Pol replied.
The captain looked over at Hoshi who shook her head to tell him this was not the people they had seen before.
O'Shay had to speak up, tell them that they needed to get out of there. There had to be a way.
"Sir, this vessel is no where capable of handing the ship approaching," she reported.
Sub-commander T'Pol looked at the crewman. Her facial expression tightened. She recognized the crewman; she was not really a crewman aboard the ship. She was a Protector.
"Noted, crewman," the captain said as the ship advanced upon Enterprise.
"They're charging weapons, sir!" Lieutenant Malcolm Reed looked up at Archer, tension clearly written across his face.
"Shields!" Captain Archer snapped.
"No effect, sir! I am getting reports of intruders on this deck!" Malcolm countered.
"Dammit. Sato, can you hail them?"
"I don't think they have hailing frequencies, sir," Hoshi shook her head as she intently listened to the subspace static.
"There are three aliens in the turbo-lift," Malcolm quickly told the captain.
Hoshi thought to herself. Could this be what would happen for not trying to forget? Why did Hoshi remember and no one else? She didn't recognize the ship. It was not the same one that attacked them on the previous day.
Malcolm motioned toward the turbo lift.
He quickly pulled out his phase pistol and glanced at Archer, who followed suit. Archer took five steps toward Malcolm, ending up a step to his side and two steps in front of him.
The turbo-lift doors opened as if in slow motion. Hoshi, who did not have a weapon, ducked under her console. T'Pol aimed her phase pistol at the first alien through the doors. Crewman O'Shay stood wide-eyed at her station; this was not supposed to happen.
The aliens had dark gray skin and black hair. Their eyes and uniforms were black, as were their small weapons. One alien had a different weapon, and it was he who fired directly at Captain Archer's leg.
Archer shot back at the alien, falling to the floor as he pulled the trigger. He hit the deck with a thud and yelled in pain.
Nnnoooo!!!" O'Shay yelled.
T'Pol and Malcolm fired their weapons at the aliens, just as two more beamed onto the bridge.
Hoshi climbed out of her hole and threw PADDs at the aliens in a desperate bid to distract them. It was all she could do.
Archer yelled again in pain just as Crewman O'Shay ran to his side. She pulled a dart out of his leg and watched as blood and a clear liquid seeped out of the wound.
The crewman sucked on his leg, trying to get the poison out before it was too late. She spat the clear liquid onto the floor as she worked.
The bodies of the invading aliens taken down by the Enterprise crew suddenly disappeared.
Malcolm stared at T'Pol as she calmly said that the alien vessel had veered off and went to warp speed. The armory officer looked at the captain, just as the crewman finished sucking the poison out of his blood stream. Hoshi looked up from the floor, slowly stood but then sat back down.
The youthful O'Shay crawled to the captain and placed a hand on his face, shushing his screams of pain.
"It's all right, everything will be fine," the girl soothed.
But to Archer, it sounded like a singsong alien language, "See'la'ra'shvre'sk'all'an'ah'sh,"
Archer's eyes blinked as he saw a beautiful maiden with loose, red curls. She had dainty pointed ears and thin eyebrows.
Her eyes were calm like a river yet as powerful as the sea. She had the sweetest, calmest voice that had ever graced his ears.
"Hold on, do not fall asleep," O'Shay murmured.
T'Pol, meanwhile, contacted the ship's doctor.
"San'arah'jvree'la'leen'reah'skree," the beautiful alien maiden continued.
Captain Archer's eyelids drooped as his mind tried to comprehend what he saw as a dream. Phlox rushed in just as Jon passed out.
Hoshi covered her mouth in surprise. Whoever the invading aliens were, they wanted Archer dead. Hoshi knew that was what their mission had to have been. These aliens were not those she remembered, they were the enemy. She would get to the bottom of this.
Crewman O'Shay collapsed just as Phlox motioned for the med team to carry Archer to sickbay. Phlox sighed and picked the slight crewman as he would a doll.
