Chapter Six:

As the light shown on the away team again, they groaned and hid their bloodied faces. Archer wondered why their tormenter had come back so soon. He usually gave them a couple of hours in between each torturing before returning.

I woman knelt beside Archer and placed a cool hand on his chin, lifting his stiff face up. She looked his face over, before he recognized who she was. Archer didn't know if it was a dream or what. She resembled their alien captors. Her voice was soothing to the captain.

"This one has been severely hurt, no wonder he has not been cooperative," Hoshi said.

"What would be the best way to discipline S'vrard?" Reed asked no one in particular.

He was not sure just how stupid the guards were, but if he could get them to give up any information without realizing it, then that would be wonderful. Hoshi and he only had twenty minutes to get off of the ship with the away team before being found out as non-Jalashk and for those who ran the ship to find that there had been a beam in.

"Firing squad," the taller guard replied very quickly.

Hoshi nodded, let go of Archer's chin and stood. "Very well, please go to him and have him impounded in another prison, until we can put together his death."

"Yes, milady," they said in unison and left.

"Malcolm?" Archer coughed as soon as the guards were gone, leaving Hoshi with a key.

"Shh, yes sir, it's us. We need to get you outside of the prison in order to beam you each up all at once," Reed replied.

"I think I can carry Hannah," Archer crawled to a stand and shook with chills and weakness.

"Are you sure?"

"She's the lightest of them all and the weakest. Hoshi help Gretchen, Malcolm help Jack. We'll get out quicker if we work together," Archer ordered.

As they were safely outside the door and Hoshi was contacting Enterprise, klaxons sounded all around them.

"Dammit," Malcolm hissed.

"We're ready to be beamed off of here," Hoshi said over the comm to T'Pol.

The Jalashk forces could be heard coming their way

***

When the call was received from Hoshi, T'Pol motioned to the crewman at Reed's post and he contacted the transporter room.

"We have a lock, sub-commander," the crewman said.

"Beam them up, now," T'Pol ordered.

***

"Looks like we might have to fight them," Malcolm said dryly as the Jalashk approached them.

Hoshi rolled her eyes at their predicament and tried to reach for her concealed phase pistol. Just as they were under fire, she felt a tingle around her body.

"Sir?" Hoshi asked as the blue color swarmed around them.

***

The Vulcan stared at the crewman, waiting for a response from him. His forehead sweated and he scratched at his head nervously.

"Crewman," T'Pol said, almost anxious to know if her collegues were safe.

"Go them!" he yelled out and then wiped the sweat on head off.

T'Pol sat down and let the tension seep out of her.

"Get us out of here, Ensign Mayweather," T'Pol ordered.

"Yes, ma'am!"