"Aislok what is the progress of this ship?" "At the moment they have
just restored their life support systems and their main power grid. Slowly
they are going to be functional in about 18 hours." Replied Aislok to his
superior; he couldn't figure out why they were monitoring the ship that
they disabled less then 24 hours ago. Most of the time they would disable a
ship then leave and observe from a safe monitoring distance. However this
particular ship has been disabled and they seem to be quite interested n
this one ship, and it seems that only the very few of their command staff
knew why.
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"Lieutenant Reed to Commander Tucker" Malcolm was in his quarters after the Captain had to order him to bed. These past few hours were very strenuous, and he felt horrible for the way he treated one of the very few people he considered to be a friend. Growing up in a very rigid navy family with a mother that was distant with a son that was going to become the next admiral in the Royal Navy fleet. His father was overbearing and extremely controlling on what opportunities and friends he was allowed. His sister... he loved her greatly; she was one of the very few that understood him. She understood that he was; as much as he hated to admit it: lost. He is a little boy trapped in a grown mans body. Joining Starfleet was probably the best thing that ever happened to him; it was helping him grow up.
"Go ahead Lieutenant" That was all he said. That was all he wanted to say. The tone that he was addressing him was going to be enough. "Commander would you care to join me for dinner?" It seemed that he perhaps burnt the bridge to the person who truly understood him. "Uhhh... yeah sure I'd love something to eat! How about a half hour in the Mess Hall?" Trip (not liking the whole chain of command; hated the use of ranks to address people. To him he was Trip when off duty) was surprised that Malcolm wasn't calling to get the weapon systems fixed. This dinner would be great for both. "Actually I was thinking something a little more private?" Malcolm hated this; he hated being so formal and never showing his emotions or how he felt. He greatly admired the Vulcans for being able to do it 24/7. "My quarters then?" "I was thinking mine about 1930?" "Great see ya then Malcolm"
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Captain Archer had told everyone to take a break from trying to repair the ship's systems. The shift that was at work was ordered to simply monitor the situation. The last few hours were strenuous that every so often someone would come in to Dr. Phlox. With the stop of repairs there were less patients that visited. The level of tension on board lowered greatly. It was obvious the way the crew responded to each other. John felt great just to sit in his Captain's chair without having to worry if the systems that are being fixed will work. He also arranged it with T'Pol that one of them would always be one the bridge.
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"The moment ya called I thought this was gonna be fun, but you look like ya were caught with a nasty secret." Trip knew something was up the moment he stepped in. 'Why would Malcolm want dinner here?' He figures it was important and he knew that Malcolm wouldn't talk to many people about what was bothering him. "Trip... there's been something that's been bothering me for awhile. I don't know what to do about this; this is just too much for me to handle alone" Malcolm did and didn't want to do this. Would Trip the only person he ever got close to on this ship do when he heard what Malcolm had to say? "What is it Malcolm? What's botherin' ya?" 'Oh god where is this going?' Malcolm definitely didn't look his usual self. His tight upper lip looked as if it was going to break his stoic nature about to crumble. "Trip promise me that whatever happens tonight that I won't lose my only friend." "Malcolm we've been through lots together. It's gonna take a lot to break that." Trip said it in the only way that he knew how; so that Malcolm could understand exactly what was being said. "Trip I never really talked about my family much... the deep dark past that encircle it..." "Malcolm how about if ya start from the top? I might understand ya then."
A/N: Repeat after me: Any review is a good Review
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"Lieutenant Reed to Commander Tucker" Malcolm was in his quarters after the Captain had to order him to bed. These past few hours were very strenuous, and he felt horrible for the way he treated one of the very few people he considered to be a friend. Growing up in a very rigid navy family with a mother that was distant with a son that was going to become the next admiral in the Royal Navy fleet. His father was overbearing and extremely controlling on what opportunities and friends he was allowed. His sister... he loved her greatly; she was one of the very few that understood him. She understood that he was; as much as he hated to admit it: lost. He is a little boy trapped in a grown mans body. Joining Starfleet was probably the best thing that ever happened to him; it was helping him grow up.
"Go ahead Lieutenant" That was all he said. That was all he wanted to say. The tone that he was addressing him was going to be enough. "Commander would you care to join me for dinner?" It seemed that he perhaps burnt the bridge to the person who truly understood him. "Uhhh... yeah sure I'd love something to eat! How about a half hour in the Mess Hall?" Trip (not liking the whole chain of command; hated the use of ranks to address people. To him he was Trip when off duty) was surprised that Malcolm wasn't calling to get the weapon systems fixed. This dinner would be great for both. "Actually I was thinking something a little more private?" Malcolm hated this; he hated being so formal and never showing his emotions or how he felt. He greatly admired the Vulcans for being able to do it 24/7. "My quarters then?" "I was thinking mine about 1930?" "Great see ya then Malcolm"
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Captain Archer had told everyone to take a break from trying to repair the ship's systems. The shift that was at work was ordered to simply monitor the situation. The last few hours were strenuous that every so often someone would come in to Dr. Phlox. With the stop of repairs there were less patients that visited. The level of tension on board lowered greatly. It was obvious the way the crew responded to each other. John felt great just to sit in his Captain's chair without having to worry if the systems that are being fixed will work. He also arranged it with T'Pol that one of them would always be one the bridge.
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"The moment ya called I thought this was gonna be fun, but you look like ya were caught with a nasty secret." Trip knew something was up the moment he stepped in. 'Why would Malcolm want dinner here?' He figures it was important and he knew that Malcolm wouldn't talk to many people about what was bothering him. "Trip... there's been something that's been bothering me for awhile. I don't know what to do about this; this is just too much for me to handle alone" Malcolm did and didn't want to do this. Would Trip the only person he ever got close to on this ship do when he heard what Malcolm had to say? "What is it Malcolm? What's botherin' ya?" 'Oh god where is this going?' Malcolm definitely didn't look his usual self. His tight upper lip looked as if it was going to break his stoic nature about to crumble. "Trip promise me that whatever happens tonight that I won't lose my only friend." "Malcolm we've been through lots together. It's gonna take a lot to break that." Trip said it in the only way that he knew how; so that Malcolm could understand exactly what was being said. "Trip I never really talked about my family much... the deep dark past that encircle it..." "Malcolm how about if ya start from the top? I might understand ya then."
A/N: Repeat after me: Any review is a good Review
