Knowledge is Power
The Delphic Expanse was not a place that could be taken lightly; it belied the mind and ensnared the senses. No one can imagine the repercussions of charting the Expanse, whether the crew will return or forever be situated in a state of limbo. Strong minds may be able to warp the Expanse to their own ends but at what cost? With the gifts given by the Expanse, will the individual ever truly be whole once more?
Genetically speaking humans are one of the most primitive in the universe, but the potential for greatness is impressive indeed. If given the Gift, will the individual become consumed by the power or embrace it and chart a path that mere mortals cannot fathom? A test would be most advantageous, choosing the right subject is essential; perhaps someone that already has much experience with control of others. Leaders in his/her own right, someone who will use the gift, but will he use the gift? Only time will tell, enough with the chitchat let's get down to business, all those in favor? Opposed? The motion passes, we better hope to whatever deity they share that he doesn't ruin our gift to him.
'Captain Jonathan Archer…hopefully he will live up to the expectations we have in store for him.'
(Elsewhere on the Enterprise NX-01)
"Did you say something Sub-Commander?"
"No, sir. Was there anything else sir?" Jonathan Archer pondered what he had just heard, 'What expectations are they talking about? And who said that?'.
"Captain?"
"Oh, that is all T'pol, you are dismissed."
"Very well sir, have a good evening." With that the Vulcan left Jonathan's stateroom, 'What the hell was that? Could it have been my imagination? I knew I heard the words expectations, but I can't seem to recall anything after that. I believe it is time for me to go to bed.'
Unfortunately, a chime arrived at his door, "Come in." T'pol entered dressed in her normal evening wear, which left little to the imagination. "Was there something else Sub-Commander?"
"Yes, Captain I wish to experience emotions, would you assist me?"
"Gladly Sub-Commander, what exactly do you require?"
"It is complicated, thus I will show you rather than try to describe it." Taking strides toward the smiling Captain, T'pol straddled his chair and drew him into a passionate embrace. Taking things in stride, Archer reciprocated the gesture and soon the two were ignorant to the world around them. Taking into account the amount of oxygen a human being needs T'pol slowly tapered off the lust-filled embrace.
"Does that present a problem for you sir?"
"I don't believe so, but let us adjourn to one of our respective rooms."
"That would seem the most logical course of action, but there is one more thing I must tell you Jonathan."
"What is it T'pol?"
"Guten Morgen, wache auf."
"What did you say? It sounds like German…" No answer was forthcoming, since T'pol seemed to be warping in front of his eyes, "Are you alright T'pol?"
It was at this time that Archer finally understood why T'pol was turning into a tent pole, "No, stop…I don't want this to end." Archer's plea fell on deaf ears, and once again Captain Jonathan Archer awakened to the world of death and decay.
Peering around his prison Archer could not help but wonder if the crew had survived the encounter and were also transported to this time period. 'If they were I hope to God that they don't ever have to face that malevolent monster that roams this encampment.'
Author's notes: I can't speak German, so I am going to be writing it in English and Jonathan will be none the wiser for it.
"How is the patient Doctor?"
"He is fine, sir. But I must insist that he does not leave the tent again, he seems to have broken a number of bones and bruises are found all over his body."
"I will be the judge of that doctor, you just make sure he can talk to me. Understand?"
"Yes sir." Withering under the penetrating glare from his superior officer, the doctor continued to work on the good captain. 'That maniac, he will spell the end of this man. Although it not my wish to see the man slain, I have family of my own and do not wish them to suffer for a complete stranger.'
"Well what is the verdict doctor? Will he be able to talk to me?"
"In just a few hours sir, he is awakening now. But it will be a matter of hours before he is ever coherent enough to answer any of your questions."
"Very well, but make sure he is up and about before 0900 hours, do you understand?"
"Of course, Major."
'That will only give me 3 hours to awaken the man that had fallen from the very sky, not a lot of time but it should be sufficient.'
Saluting the high ranking Major, the doctor returned to work on the Captain Archer.
'Great, I'm stuck in WWII, what else can go wrong?'
Unfortunate things come for those who ask, Jonathan would learn this eventually, but for now the good doctor started poking and prodding the captain to snap his mind into a more sentient state.
"Ouch, what the heck are you doing?"
'Hmm…so the man is from the Alliance, this will be most difficult, but years of study at their colleges should be enough.'
"Hello, Are you American? British?"
"American, now what is going on here doctor?"
"Okay, you fall down, we pick you up. I fix you, understand?"
"I believe so, but what are you planning to do with me?"
"I don't know how to answer."
"Jeez, this could be bad, I can't believe that after all that suffering I die in WWII."
"Sit, please?"
"Oh, okay." Taking a seat Archer let the doctor check the bumps and bruises littering his body.
"Hurt, Bad. Rest."
"Understood Doctor." Helping the captain into his cot, the doctor then went to retrieve more bandages for the captain.
'I had believed there were more burns on the American's skin, but it seems that most have either healed or disappeared. Strange, I will ask the Major for more time with this man, I cannot let someone with such a mysterious background to walk the streets.'
Watching the doctor leave Archer felt an overwhelming shadow of doubt fill his entire body, 'Why do I get the feeling that this will get worse before it gets any better?'
At that precise moment the Major had entered the medical tent, with one look at the creature that had entered the facility Archer only had one thing to say. "Damn."
Author's notes: Well how was it? Anyways, send in your reviews I love to get feedback on my stories. The new fall season is coming up, I wonder if it will be better or worse than the first 3 seasons? Peace, I'm out.