"Ouch! Damnit!" Trip put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. Reed grinned and turned around again to see to the broken relays. They were busy repairing one major system that took heavy damage in the last attack on the Enterprise. Unfortunately that took them all the way in here, a Jeffriestube on C-deck.

"Ya know, why do we have to do the work here? Can't we just send two ensigns or something, I thought one thing of being a senior officer was to get the work done for you!"

"The second thing of being a senior officer means you know more about more things then the rest, Commander. That's why I am here in this jeffriestube, too." Malcolm replied, grinning. Trip glanced at him.

"If I didn't know ya better, I woulda thought you're enjoying this!"

"Now, Commander, the sooner we are done with those repairs, the sooner we can get away from here." Reed replied, grabbing one of the tools beside him and beginning to screw it between two little plates, between all the wires that were coming out of the control panel.

Suddenly the Captains voice could be heard over the comm. "All hands, brace for impa---," The ship jolted from side to side and sparks flew from the panel.

"Bloody hell!" The Lieutenant yelled, he led go of the panel and covered his head with his arms, when another hit shook the ship and send the top of the panel flying.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A view minutes earlier

"Captain, a ship is dropping out of warp, sir......two ships....three......three ships have dropped out of warp." Travis said, frowning.

"They are on a intercept course." T'pol looked at the captain for a second before returning her attention to her station. "They're not in the Vulcan database..."

"They're charging weapons, sir!" The replacement of Lt. Reed yelled.

"Hoshi, hail them!" Archer said, turning to his comm. officer.

".....No response, sir!"

"They're firing weapons!"

"Travis, evasive maneuvers!" The Captain yelled. He pressed the ship-wide comm. "All hands, brace for impa--" The ship jolted, and sparks flew from several stations. The captain was cut off, when another hit shook the ship. He was sent flying out of his chair, as were several other bridge crew. T'pol was the first one to recover.

"We lost warp-drive and thrusters!" She reported.

"Weapons are offline!"

"Sir....we're being hailed."

Archer gritted his teeth. These ships were far more superior then theirs, if they could knock out so much of their main systems in two shots. These were the kind of aliens that 'asked questions later'.

"Put it through."

An alien being appeared on the main view screen. It was purple, with two antennas coming out of it's head. Its face was flat, and there wasn't any sign of a nose.

"Nastag ski rip lagh, Shi Tagh!" It said and glared at the captain.

"Hoshi?" Archer turned to the comm. Officer again. Hoshi's fingers raced over the panel in front of her. The alien repeated what it had said before.

"Nastag ski ri--" But this time in mid sentence, the universal translator began to translate it.

"Surrender your ship, and prepare to be boarded!"

"Who are you?" Archer asked and glared at the alien.

"You will be done no harm if you surrender now!"

"I will NOT surrender my ship!"

The screen went black. Hoshi turned around.

"They've cut the transmission, sir."

The ship jolted again, when another shot hit the ship. Archer steadied himself and glanced at the view screen, which displayed three heavily armed, alien ships.

"Captain, I'm reading several energy signatures on all decks!.......They have transported several aliens onto the ship!" T'pol reported.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Tucker hit the comm. Both he and Reed had crawled back tot he first comm. panel they could find after the thirth hit shook the ship. That was a few minutes ago.

"Tucker to Archer...."

"Trip!" The captains voice sounded suprised.

"With all do respect cap'n, who did you piss off this time, John?"

"Trip, is Malcolm still with you?"

The commander looked at the armory officer, frowning.

"Yeah, why?"

"You didn't come across any of the aliens?"

"Aliens? Are there ALIENS onboard?!" From the corner of his eye he could see the color draining from Malcolms face.

"Trip, where are you?"

"In one of the Jeffriestubes on C-deck...sir, ....there are aliens onboard?"

"...Maybe they didn't detect you! Trip, you and Malcolm must stay there! That's an order!"

"....Aye, sir........cap'n,.....there are aliens onboard?"

"YES TRIP, 43 beamed onboard......we lost contact with the armory, as well as engineering...but as far as we know they aren't killing anyone, they're taking prisoners, Trip."

"What?!"

"You need to stay there! You're in a section they already took control over, they clearly didn't detect you...I don't know why Trip, but I --"

Suddenly Captain Archer stopped talking, they heard a yell and phaser fire. There was a loud crackle coming from the comm. panel and then silence.

Tbc....

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