Part 2-

In the Captain's lounge, Hoshi sat at the far end of the table. With Archer in his usual spot, with Trip on his left and T'Pol on his right; they were finishing up their meal, that consisted of Spaghetti, French bread, Green Beans with sliced almonds, and some iced tea. Cook and his crew came in a hurriedly cleared the table of everything but the napkins and glasses, leaving a fresh pitcher of Iced Tea and reminding the dining companions and the captain "just give me a holler and I'll bring you desert, another fresh pitcher of tea, dessert, or anything else your little hearts desire" in which, he disappeared behind the door that lead directly to the kitchen.

"So, Hoshi? Do you mind telling us how you knew the Suliban were aboard Enterprise, when no one else and the sensors didn't even know?" Archer asked.

"And, how about explaining those amazing feats you pulled while dispatching of that Suliban on top of my engine, too?" Trip interjected.

"Be sure to include, how you knew what to look for and what to do to fix the virus that saboteur hid so well into the ship's computer system?" T'Pol also threw a set of questions before Ensign Hoshi Sato even had a chance to begin.

Taking a deep breathe' Hoshi gathered her thoughts, deciding how to proceed. This was going to be difficult. She decided that to start at the very beginning would be the best. Except, the beginning she needed to start with was not going to answer any of the commanding officers' questions. But, it would help them to understand a little better, once she got around to their inquiries.

"Well, I am going to start from the very beginning and I need you all to be patient as I explain it to you. I'll get to answering everyone of your questions, but you need to understand my ancestry and me a little bit before I am able to explain what happened today." She waited for all them to nod in agreement and for Archer to wave his arm/hand in front of him to allow her to know it's time for her to fully explain herself.

"The man that we think of as my father is not my biological father. He raised me as his own, but he was unable to have children. My parents had tried to years to have children unsuccessfully. They saw a specialist, who informed them of his sterility. The specialist suggested infetro- fertizilation and that there were many anonymous donors. They wanted to know the donor was and his medical history. They searched high and low for a suitable sperm donor, trying to make sure their child would have the best start in life. No body fit the bill, except my father's best friend. An American who lived in the state of Washington, up in a small town in the mountains overlooking a small lake. They had meet several years before my father had married my mother. The friend consented to impregnate my mother, on one condition. He wanted to be there to rear his biological child. He knew I'd need special attention; I'd be genetically different from most humans. The Native American Indians call my people Skinwalkers. People with duo natures, part human part wolf. My biological father left the pack, The Wolven, given up his place as a future Alpha to raise me properly. I had one mother, a biological father, and a father that loved me as if I was his very own. I was one lucky child. However, even at very young age I was taught very important lessons and about my biological father's side of my family. It wasn't until about 2 weeks before my 13th birthday that I started to experience some rather weird changes: Enhanced hearing, sight, taste, touch, smelling, and my feelings became outrageously heightened, along with my instincts. Those 2 weeks I was so sick and in my body felt like it was on fire and like it was trying to turn itself inside out, my bones were preparing to break for my first flip. Then, on the night of my 13th birthday, that's when I completed the change. I was in agony for about 4 and half hours before my bones broke so that I could flip into a wolf for the first time. Afterwards, my biological father spent most of my adolescents with me teaching me and making me understand the importance of being a Skinwalker and protecting the pact-the Wolven. Just about 3 months before my 18th birthday he had to return to the pack, his father was dying. After about 7 months of suffering from cancer my biological-paternal grandfather passed away peacefully and my father took his place as Alpha. He has sent me some corresponces over the years. On Earth, I could enjoy the freedom of living and teaching in the jungle- because at night I'd get to take on my other nature of the wolf and run through the jungles and hunt some prey. I joined Starfleet in hopes of being able to see my biological father more, because I'd be in San Francisco and he'd just be within a short transport ride away. It's my heightened senses that have been making me nervous out here on this voyage of discovery. They are why I am such a genius at linguistics, why I can feel the ships every vibration, why I can smell what Cook is cooking as I step off the turbo lift at the end of the corridor opposite of the galley, why I can hear the variations in dialect, and even why me Prothos get along so well. However, being a Skinwalker, a Wolven, has also blessed me with strength, agility, and speed that surpass any human. Today during my shift, everything seemed normal. However, there was something that was just not sitting right with my instincts. I did a quick visual and listening scan of all the Enterprise, I had just finished with Engineering-everything seemed the status quo-and I had just went onto the galley. When something caught my eye, right before switching. I went back and waited a few seconds. And that's when I noticed the shift in the paneling in front of the reactors main computer core. Automatically knowing it was Suliban, my instincts screamed of immediate danger. I knew I didn't have time to inform anyone. That's why I jumped up and sped towards Engineering. You know the rest." Hoshi finished, solemnly-looking her Captain squarely in the eyes.

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