Okay, sorry for the long wait but I have to re-type all of my chapters
before I can upload them to the site. It for some odd reason, Apples suck,
it doesn't take AppleWorks. Doesn't that just beat all? Well, here it is.
Enjoy, and don't forget to review, okay? Thanks.
~ Little One
*****
" Me too. G'night Malcolm." ***
" This is interesting." Archer commented after watching the ship's log.
" Very." T'Pol added. Alex and Malcolm were sitting side by side, across from T'Pol and Archer.
" Well, for now you are still off duty." He said, pointing to Malcolm. " Other than that, you're free to wander about the ship. Try not to get in the way." Jon dismissed them with a nod and then turned back to the tape.
" What do ya think T'Pol?" //Please don't start any of that Vulcan logic.//
" It's plausible. It goes along with the poison found in the other's systems along with the slight damage to the docking ports."
//Oh thank God!// " Well, I'm glad you have no further objections. Somethin' tells me she's gonna be on this ship for a while." Archer commented to his second in command.
" Might I suggest that we both go off duty and relax." Jon stood up as T'Pol walked to the door.
" That's right. Didn't you say you were gonna teach me how to meditate?" Jon teased as the two walked out the door. ***
" Archer to engineering." Trip pushed the button to talk back.
" Yeah?"
" Any casualties? Malcolm's still trying to find what we hit."
" No, but something happened down here in the engines. We didn't hit nothin'. The warp core's malfunctionin'. Tell Travis to drop down to impulse. We need time to fix.. whatever happened."
" Do you know how long it'll take Trip?" A burst of sparks showered down for a moment.
" No, but we'll be stuck for much longer if we don't get it fixed." Trip pushed the button to end communication as a small fire erupted nearby. ***
//It's all my fault.// A single thought projected into the deep blackness, a thought dripping with dread. ***
~ Little One
*****
" Me too. G'night Malcolm." ***
" This is interesting." Archer commented after watching the ship's log.
" Very." T'Pol added. Alex and Malcolm were sitting side by side, across from T'Pol and Archer.
" Well, for now you are still off duty." He said, pointing to Malcolm. " Other than that, you're free to wander about the ship. Try not to get in the way." Jon dismissed them with a nod and then turned back to the tape.
" What do ya think T'Pol?" //Please don't start any of that Vulcan logic.//
" It's plausible. It goes along with the poison found in the other's systems along with the slight damage to the docking ports."
//Oh thank God!// " Well, I'm glad you have no further objections. Somethin' tells me she's gonna be on this ship for a while." Archer commented to his second in command.
" Might I suggest that we both go off duty and relax." Jon stood up as T'Pol walked to the door.
" That's right. Didn't you say you were gonna teach me how to meditate?" Jon teased as the two walked out the door. ***
" Archer to engineering." Trip pushed the button to talk back.
" Yeah?"
" Any casualties? Malcolm's still trying to find what we hit."
" No, but something happened down here in the engines. We didn't hit nothin'. The warp core's malfunctionin'. Tell Travis to drop down to impulse. We need time to fix.. whatever happened."
" Do you know how long it'll take Trip?" A burst of sparks showered down for a moment.
" No, but we'll be stuck for much longer if we don't get it fixed." Trip pushed the button to end communication as a small fire erupted nearby. ***
//It's all my fault.// A single thought projected into the deep blackness, a thought dripping with dread. ***