Once more. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS! I do however own the
girl's language. Don't worry, just send me an e-mail if you want
translations now. Eventually she will tell someone what she's saying. Also,
if you want, I'll try and post a pronunciation guide at the end of the
story. Thanks and if you have any suggestions they're welcome. Please
review!
~ Little One
*****
" What was she looking for?" Archer asked the silent room.
Most were still shocked at the girl's offhanded strength. Malcolm trailed slowly behind the dejected girl. Stepping into sickbay she looked around her at the bodies and started crying.
" What's wrong?" Malcolm tried to step forward but she had already started moving around, checking the unconscious bodies.
//" Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."// Jon's words rang through Malcolm's head as Dr Phlox followed her in checking her shipmates.
" Mas ta mosane siac toshu." She said, facing Dr Phlox. He shrugged and started talking just in general.
" Most of them will be fine with some attention. A couple are too far gone." His eyes closed knowing the girl couldn't understand him.
" They are already too far gone, Doctor. The poison is still circulating through their system. A poison impossible to detect or get out." She whispered while standing over a body, not more than ten years old.
" You speak English?" Malcolm spoke up. //This girl is becoming more interesting by the minute. Too bad she isn't human nor a member of the Enterprise. Down Malcolm.// The next few seconds, he tried to think of anything but the stranger standing in front of him. Instead of answering his question, the girl walked to the middle of the room and raised her arms shoulder height and started singing.
" What's she doing, doc?" Malcolm whispered to the Denobulan.
" I believe it's a funeral hymn."
His cheery bedside manner never deserting him. Only Dr Phlox could be cheery at the prospect of a funeral. Malcolm swallowed uncomfortably as the girl continued singing mournfully and touching faces.
More like covering their faces with her hand. The little boy from earlier woke up slightly as she got to him. He blinked, a tear ran down his cheek and he smiled as the girl performed the movements one last time. Turning around, she briskly wiped watermarks from her cheeks.
" I need to go back to my ship."
She stated that simply enough before walking once more out the door, down the corridor and to the bridge. Malcolm sighed and continued following the girl whichever way she went. The girl calmly stepped in the door and faced Jonathon Archer.
" I need to go back to my ship." Captain Archer quickly schooled his face into the normal look of concern. Everyone else was slack-jawed at the idea that she could speak English.
" Why?" The only thing anyone could get out of their mouths of course came from the diplomatically challenged Commander Tucker.
" Last rites. Whether or not you judged my people worthy to be arranged properly, brought upon your ship or of your time, they still deserve a peaceful afterlife. And if you don't help, I'll have to forcibly take one of your shuttle pods." She said all of this with a face of stone.
" We'll help. Just say what you need." A quick flash of anger appeared on her face as words burst out in response to Jon's well-meant offer of help.
" Co ta- Botan! I mean- no. You will get in my way. I promise to come back in three hours." She stood there, waiting impassively for a reply.
" I'm sorry, uh, miss, but you need a Starfleet officer with you when using our equipment." Jon swallowed and tried to keep the fear out of his voice and off his face. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she regained her composure quickly. She scanned the room and pointed at Malcolm.
" Co." Striding over to the turbolift, she barely waited for Malcolm to join her. Jon shook his still scared and very confused head and shrugged.
" At least she has someone with her." He said into the unusually silent bridge once more.
~ Little One
*****
" What was she looking for?" Archer asked the silent room.
Most were still shocked at the girl's offhanded strength. Malcolm trailed slowly behind the dejected girl. Stepping into sickbay she looked around her at the bodies and started crying.
" What's wrong?" Malcolm tried to step forward but she had already started moving around, checking the unconscious bodies.
//" Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."// Jon's words rang through Malcolm's head as Dr Phlox followed her in checking her shipmates.
" Mas ta mosane siac toshu." She said, facing Dr Phlox. He shrugged and started talking just in general.
" Most of them will be fine with some attention. A couple are too far gone." His eyes closed knowing the girl couldn't understand him.
" They are already too far gone, Doctor. The poison is still circulating through their system. A poison impossible to detect or get out." She whispered while standing over a body, not more than ten years old.
" You speak English?" Malcolm spoke up. //This girl is becoming more interesting by the minute. Too bad she isn't human nor a member of the Enterprise. Down Malcolm.// The next few seconds, he tried to think of anything but the stranger standing in front of him. Instead of answering his question, the girl walked to the middle of the room and raised her arms shoulder height and started singing.
" What's she doing, doc?" Malcolm whispered to the Denobulan.
" I believe it's a funeral hymn."
His cheery bedside manner never deserting him. Only Dr Phlox could be cheery at the prospect of a funeral. Malcolm swallowed uncomfortably as the girl continued singing mournfully and touching faces.
More like covering their faces with her hand. The little boy from earlier woke up slightly as she got to him. He blinked, a tear ran down his cheek and he smiled as the girl performed the movements one last time. Turning around, she briskly wiped watermarks from her cheeks.
" I need to go back to my ship."
She stated that simply enough before walking once more out the door, down the corridor and to the bridge. Malcolm sighed and continued following the girl whichever way she went. The girl calmly stepped in the door and faced Jonathon Archer.
" I need to go back to my ship." Captain Archer quickly schooled his face into the normal look of concern. Everyone else was slack-jawed at the idea that she could speak English.
" Why?" The only thing anyone could get out of their mouths of course came from the diplomatically challenged Commander Tucker.
" Last rites. Whether or not you judged my people worthy to be arranged properly, brought upon your ship or of your time, they still deserve a peaceful afterlife. And if you don't help, I'll have to forcibly take one of your shuttle pods." She said all of this with a face of stone.
" We'll help. Just say what you need." A quick flash of anger appeared on her face as words burst out in response to Jon's well-meant offer of help.
" Co ta- Botan! I mean- no. You will get in my way. I promise to come back in three hours." She stood there, waiting impassively for a reply.
" I'm sorry, uh, miss, but you need a Starfleet officer with you when using our equipment." Jon swallowed and tried to keep the fear out of his voice and off his face. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she regained her composure quickly. She scanned the room and pointed at Malcolm.
" Co." Striding over to the turbolift, she barely waited for Malcolm to join her. Jon shook his still scared and very confused head and shrugged.
" At least she has someone with her." He said into the unusually silent bridge once more.