Hugh understood that he was just getting a party ready for Christmas,
but why stop there? What was this mission that everyone was doing? What
could it possibly be that everyone was so depressed? He could keep the
morale high throughout this mission. There just isn't anything else for him
to do on this little ship. Hugh quickly got up from his bunk to find
someone who would listen. 'Now where to begin... Mess Hall!' Hugh quickly
made his way to the Mess Hall. Once he got there he saw Malcolm and Trip
both sitting at a far table. So he made his way across the room 'Ok don't
screw this up!' As Hugh came up to them he heard bits and pieces of their
conversation.
"My family was a proud family. No one came close to the honour my family 'earned'. They were always friendly to us, they always had their questions too. Questions we were politely taught to avoid. Can't say THAT'S something I'm proud of." "Naw, now ya got Tucker honour to contend wit'. That bed migh' not be so empty anymore—""Excuse me Commander Tucker, Lieutenant Reed. I was hoping that I could join you two and discuss a proposition I have for the Captain. I would really like to have your input on this." "Errr... I guess so, is it important?" 'Uh oh, bad timing on my part.' "I'm sorry I came at a bad time." Hugh understood there was something very personal between the two. The conversation he overheard was probably not meant for anyone else to hear.
"All senior staff report to the bridge." 'Damn! How am I s'posed to talk to these people if they're always busy!?' "Sorry Hugh, we got to go." Trip smiled apologetically. "No problem it's not your fault." Hugh replied with his new mission. 'Perhaps it's time I crash a meeting.' Smiling Hugh quickly left only to follow them to the bridge. 'Probably gonna get lots of shit for this! Hell every time I try to talk to the senior staff I either get brushed off, or they're too busy!'
The meeting was on the bridge, Hugh had to make sure he played his cards right. "So how is he?" "Who sir?" "Malcolm hated to use of pretext. "Hugh. How is it working out? Is he getting in your way... any problems or concerns?" Jon was hoping for silence. "What exactly is it that we are supposed to be looking for? Are you saying that we should be looking for something out of the ordinary?" T'Pol was perhaps the only one who would talk to him after shift. She was probably the only one he could trust. "Before we unfroze him, we all heard the message from the alien ship. Last night we figured out the rest of the message." Hoshi then flicked some switches and the voice came back. "All the answers are in his heart. He knows the truth and deceit."
Hugh was in shock. He's special? 'Not likely maybe they looked too far into this.' "He can't know about this. He's far from understanding everything. We won't speak of this until the time is—""Right? Until you think that I can handle the truth about what's going on." Jon was stunned... Hugh was the last person he wanted here right now. "What are you doing here?" "I came to give you my suggestion for the party. Being 150 years behind I might not know what is going no anymore. I'm sorry I've wasted your time with this. Here it's all here." Hugh tossed the PADD to Jon and left. "He's mad Cap'n." "I couldn't tell Trip. So what was his suggestion?" Jon went quiet as he read through the plans for the party.
"Something wrong Captain?" "He asked to prepare an elegant ball for the entire crew. With celebrations for not only Christmas, but for all parties and celebrations on the ship; for the duration of the mission. A mission he still doesn't know about." They all turned to the now empty turbo lift. "Not exactly a warm welcome was it?" Trip was feeling really bad. "Who's gonna go talk to him?"
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"My family was a proud family. No one came close to the honour my family 'earned'. They were always friendly to us, they always had their questions too. Questions we were politely taught to avoid. Can't say THAT'S something I'm proud of." "Naw, now ya got Tucker honour to contend wit'. That bed migh' not be so empty anymore—""Excuse me Commander Tucker, Lieutenant Reed. I was hoping that I could join you two and discuss a proposition I have for the Captain. I would really like to have your input on this." "Errr... I guess so, is it important?" 'Uh oh, bad timing on my part.' "I'm sorry I came at a bad time." Hugh understood there was something very personal between the two. The conversation he overheard was probably not meant for anyone else to hear.
"All senior staff report to the bridge." 'Damn! How am I s'posed to talk to these people if they're always busy!?' "Sorry Hugh, we got to go." Trip smiled apologetically. "No problem it's not your fault." Hugh replied with his new mission. 'Perhaps it's time I crash a meeting.' Smiling Hugh quickly left only to follow them to the bridge. 'Probably gonna get lots of shit for this! Hell every time I try to talk to the senior staff I either get brushed off, or they're too busy!'
The meeting was on the bridge, Hugh had to make sure he played his cards right. "So how is he?" "Who sir?" "Malcolm hated to use of pretext. "Hugh. How is it working out? Is he getting in your way... any problems or concerns?" Jon was hoping for silence. "What exactly is it that we are supposed to be looking for? Are you saying that we should be looking for something out of the ordinary?" T'Pol was perhaps the only one who would talk to him after shift. She was probably the only one he could trust. "Before we unfroze him, we all heard the message from the alien ship. Last night we figured out the rest of the message." Hoshi then flicked some switches and the voice came back. "All the answers are in his heart. He knows the truth and deceit."
Hugh was in shock. He's special? 'Not likely maybe they looked too far into this.' "He can't know about this. He's far from understanding everything. We won't speak of this until the time is—""Right? Until you think that I can handle the truth about what's going on." Jon was stunned... Hugh was the last person he wanted here right now. "What are you doing here?" "I came to give you my suggestion for the party. Being 150 years behind I might not know what is going no anymore. I'm sorry I've wasted your time with this. Here it's all here." Hugh tossed the PADD to Jon and left. "He's mad Cap'n." "I couldn't tell Trip. So what was his suggestion?" Jon went quiet as he read through the plans for the party.
"Something wrong Captain?" "He asked to prepare an elegant ball for the entire crew. With celebrations for not only Christmas, but for all parties and celebrations on the ship; for the duration of the mission. A mission he still doesn't know about." They all turned to the now empty turbo lift. "Not exactly a warm welcome was it?" Trip was feeling really bad. "Who's gonna go talk to him?"
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