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Malcolm and Trip watched on innocently as Archer and T'Pol left the room.
"Grown-ups," Trip snorted. "Ya think they'd have more sense."
Malcolm nodded in agreement. He went forward and stretched up to reach the door release.
"Aww! It's locked!" he moaned.
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"The older child's device is malfunctioning again!" Jac'tir cursed.
Fayla suddenly paled.
"Jac'tir they're being attacked," she said. "No wait, the firing's stopped; I think they've been boarded."
"What?! But that'll ruin the experiment!" Jac'tir exclaimed.
"No, now we can see how they protect their young in battle," said Fayla.
"What if they all die?" Jac'tir asked pointedly.
"Well, from what we've learnt they don't seem to give up, I don't think they'll all die." Fayla replied shrugging.
Jac'tir rolled his eyes.
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Trip shook his head.
"Charlie?" Malcolm asked "Ya ok?"
"I'm ok Mal," said Trip, rubbing his eyes.
"Can ya unlock the door?" Malcolm asked hopefully.
Trip nodded and within moments the door opened.
"I don't think we should go, the Cap'n told us to stay here," he said.
"He didn't say how long for," Malcolm pointed out a huge grin on his face.
He took off and ran out the door.
"Mal! Malcolm! Get back here!" Trip yelled, racing after him. "Jeez, it's always the ones ya least expect."
Malcolm turned round and saw Trip.
"C'mon! I found this really cool place yesterday fulla guns n stuff!" Malcolm called.
Then he hit something, something big, that grabbed him by the shoulders and held him up in the air.
"What is it?" the alien asked the other one.
"Put me down!" Malcolm ordered, legs flailing.
Trip saw the alien pick Malcolm up. He was torn between helping and running, if he stayed he'd most likely get caught but if he ran he could get help. He ran.
"Ugly little thing isn't it," said the other alien. "Look at the pink skin, look! It even has hair on its head! How revolting!"
Malcolm squirmed about.
"Shall we take it to General Fadashna?" the alien asked.
"Good idea, you can carry it though Hashat," replied the alien.
Hashat threw Malcolm over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" Malcolm yelled, kicking out and hitting every bit of available flesh he could find.
They carried Malcolm up to the bridge. Malcolm was now silent, his fear growing.
"General, we found this running round," said Hashat, holding out Malcolm.
General Fadashna took Malcolm and looked at him closely.
"It's a child you fools!" He exclaimed annoyed.
"Leave him alone," said Archer through gritted teeth.
"Whose child is he?" Fadashna demanded.
The bridge crew stayed silent.
"Who are your parents?" asked Fadashna, holding Malcolm so they were practically nose to nose.
Malcolm stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry.
"Don't mock me child!" Fadashna spat.
"He's just a kid, leave him alone!" said Archer angrily.
Malcolm kicked out wildly; Fadashna let him drop to the ground. Malcolm's lower lip trembled and he tried to move away.
"Kill him, he's of no use," Fadashna ordered.
"No!"
Hashat looked at the other aliens and raised his weapon.
"But it's just a young one," he said. "I can't kill a child."
"Fine, Treshda show this weak coward how it's done," Fadashna sighed, glaring at Hashat.
Archer dived forward and grabbed Malcolm.
"Yours I assume, I thought as much," said Fadashna smiling.
Archer held onto Malcolm tightly, who looked like he was on the verge of crying but managing to hold it back.
"Only cowards use children," Archer spat.
"Are you questioning my honour?" Fadashna demanded. "I would kill you were you stand if you were not such a weak race."
Archer looked like he was going to explode and for a moment was speechless.
"Get these people to the cargo hold, leave the child here and take the Captain to his ready room," Fadashna ordered.
"I'm not leaving him here," said Archer, looking furious.
Treshda strode forward and yanked Malcolm from Archer's arms.
"NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Malcolm yelled, thrashing about. "PUT ME DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The bridge crew exchanged glances as Malcolm yelled, kicked, hit and screamed.
"SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Fadashna yelled, motioning for his men to take the bridge crew away.
Malcolm burst into tears, very noisy tears at such a loud high-pitched frequency Hoshi wanted to block her ears.
Archer was dragged off to his ready-room. He could still here Malcolm screaming and carrying on.
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Malcolm and Trip watched on innocently as Archer and T'Pol left the room.
"Grown-ups," Trip snorted. "Ya think they'd have more sense."
Malcolm nodded in agreement. He went forward and stretched up to reach the door release.
"Aww! It's locked!" he moaned.
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"The older child's device is malfunctioning again!" Jac'tir cursed.
Fayla suddenly paled.
"Jac'tir they're being attacked," she said. "No wait, the firing's stopped; I think they've been boarded."
"What?! But that'll ruin the experiment!" Jac'tir exclaimed.
"No, now we can see how they protect their young in battle," said Fayla.
"What if they all die?" Jac'tir asked pointedly.
"Well, from what we've learnt they don't seem to give up, I don't think they'll all die." Fayla replied shrugging.
Jac'tir rolled his eyes.
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Trip shook his head.
"Charlie?" Malcolm asked "Ya ok?"
"I'm ok Mal," said Trip, rubbing his eyes.
"Can ya unlock the door?" Malcolm asked hopefully.
Trip nodded and within moments the door opened.
"I don't think we should go, the Cap'n told us to stay here," he said.
"He didn't say how long for," Malcolm pointed out a huge grin on his face.
He took off and ran out the door.
"Mal! Malcolm! Get back here!" Trip yelled, racing after him. "Jeez, it's always the ones ya least expect."
Malcolm turned round and saw Trip.
"C'mon! I found this really cool place yesterday fulla guns n stuff!" Malcolm called.
Then he hit something, something big, that grabbed him by the shoulders and held him up in the air.
"What is it?" the alien asked the other one.
"Put me down!" Malcolm ordered, legs flailing.
Trip saw the alien pick Malcolm up. He was torn between helping and running, if he stayed he'd most likely get caught but if he ran he could get help. He ran.
"Ugly little thing isn't it," said the other alien. "Look at the pink skin, look! It even has hair on its head! How revolting!"
Malcolm squirmed about.
"Shall we take it to General Fadashna?" the alien asked.
"Good idea, you can carry it though Hashat," replied the alien.
Hashat threw Malcolm over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" Malcolm yelled, kicking out and hitting every bit of available flesh he could find.
They carried Malcolm up to the bridge. Malcolm was now silent, his fear growing.
"General, we found this running round," said Hashat, holding out Malcolm.
General Fadashna took Malcolm and looked at him closely.
"It's a child you fools!" He exclaimed annoyed.
"Leave him alone," said Archer through gritted teeth.
"Whose child is he?" Fadashna demanded.
The bridge crew stayed silent.
"Who are your parents?" asked Fadashna, holding Malcolm so they were practically nose to nose.
Malcolm stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry.
"Don't mock me child!" Fadashna spat.
"He's just a kid, leave him alone!" said Archer angrily.
Malcolm kicked out wildly; Fadashna let him drop to the ground. Malcolm's lower lip trembled and he tried to move away.
"Kill him, he's of no use," Fadashna ordered.
"No!"
Hashat looked at the other aliens and raised his weapon.
"But it's just a young one," he said. "I can't kill a child."
"Fine, Treshda show this weak coward how it's done," Fadashna sighed, glaring at Hashat.
Archer dived forward and grabbed Malcolm.
"Yours I assume, I thought as much," said Fadashna smiling.
Archer held onto Malcolm tightly, who looked like he was on the verge of crying but managing to hold it back.
"Only cowards use children," Archer spat.
"Are you questioning my honour?" Fadashna demanded. "I would kill you were you stand if you were not such a weak race."
Archer looked like he was going to explode and for a moment was speechless.
"Get these people to the cargo hold, leave the child here and take the Captain to his ready room," Fadashna ordered.
"I'm not leaving him here," said Archer, looking furious.
Treshda strode forward and yanked Malcolm from Archer's arms.
"NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Malcolm yelled, thrashing about. "PUT ME DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The bridge crew exchanged glances as Malcolm yelled, kicked, hit and screamed.
"SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Fadashna yelled, motioning for his men to take the bridge crew away.
Malcolm burst into tears, very noisy tears at such a loud high-pitched frequency Hoshi wanted to block her ears.
Archer was dragged off to his ready-room. He could still here Malcolm screaming and carrying on.
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