He had no where to go, no where to run, no where to hide… and he knew it. This fragile body couldn't take him anywhere anymore, and he knew it. Sometimes he just wanted to be himself, be a wisp… and then the crack of the human's head bonking on the bulkhead would remind him of his "captive."
He paused in the middle of the tube and leaned against the wall. Clear your mind; just think! He told himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. He couldn't think clearly. His plan was poorly thought out, and he was doing a poor job coming up with an escape plan.
Maybe he should just leave the Commanders body and float around in space. Find a Klingon vessel to wreak havoc on. Or an Andorian vessel. The Commanders lips curled into a mischievous smile. Andorians… he loved 'em. Especially the ladies…
The wisp pulled himself out of his dreams at the sound of voices and clanking further down the tube. He got up to go crawl away in a hurry, but was greeted by a phaser, held by Malcolm, waiting for him.
"I've got him, Captain!" Malcolm called.
How the wisp wished to strangle that voice!
"Good work!" Said Archer, coming around behind Trip with Hoshi. He turned to Trip. "Well, what do you plan on doing next?"
Trip slumped against the wall of the tube again. "I have no idea. I'm thinking maybe I should float around in space for the next few hundred years."
"Oh, you don't have to do that!" Hoshi said, her eyes glowing with concern. "We'll be arriving at Jupiter Station soon, and there are lots of people there!"
Trip chuckled. "You'll really let me take over someone at Jupiter Station?" He smiled.
"Oh, of course we will!" Archer encouraged.
Trip laughed again. "You're joking!"
"Actually, we have quite a good selection for you. There are Klingons, Andorians, Ferengi, Vulcans, Romulans, Xindi, Denobulan, Human… any species you want to be." Reed added.
Trip's eyes took on a dreamy expression as he thought of the possibilities. But the emotion quickly faded. "You're sure you're not just playing with my mind?"
"Of course we're sure! Trip, we will help you in any way we can." Hoshi said, her eyes beaming with honesty. And Trip, having access to the human host's memory, knew of Hoshi's honesty.
Trip nodded slightly. "Please, my name is Fizadelt."
"Fizadelt." Archer repeated. "We'd better find you some quarters." He turned to go back down the tube.
"But I have quarters." Fizadelt pointed out.
"Trip." Malcolm said from behind him. "Trip has quarters. Your 'host' as quarters. But you're a guest, so you get quest quarters."
"You mean you're not throwin' me in the brig?" Fizadelt asked.
Malcolm shrugged as they crawled along. "What use would it be? You'd just leave Trip and find somebody else."
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Gah! Again, sorry it's been so long since an update! Another chapter of Love for the Language is coming soon, I promise!
Reedie: Maybe we should find an online chat room somewhere… :-/
Just an FYI, people… did ya know Ferengi is Chinese for 'outsider'?