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Archer could still hear Malcolm screaming and crying-throwing a spectacular tantrum. Then he heard a dull thud and Malcolm fell silent.
Archer listened intently for a moment anxiously. A few minutes later the whole procedure started up again-at twice the volume.
* * *
"Why won't it shut up?" Treshda yelled.
"You shouldn't have hit it!" Fadashna yelled back. "Take it down to the cargo bay!"
"I thought you wanted to keep it for testing sir?" Treshda asked, clamping his head over Malcolm's mouth.
Malcolm opened his mouth and bit down hard.
"It bit me!" Treshda exclaimed, moving his hand only to have Malcolm start up all over again.
"Are you a man or a slug? Take it to the cargo bay!" Fadashna ordered.
Treshda threw Malcolm over his shoulder and walked into the turbo lift.
"Will you shut up?!" He exclaimed, annoyed.
"NONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!" Malcolm screamed. "PUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Treshda resisted the urge to shoot Malcolm out the nearest airlock and tried to mentally drown out the din he was making as he hurriedly carried him to the cargo bay.
He nodded to the two guards to open the door and practically tossed Malcolm inside.
Hoshi looked up as Malcolm came flying in-caught by one of the other crewmembers. She went over to retrieve him.
He was still crying but had managed to still it so it was more of a hiccupy sobbing.
She picked him up and carried him back to where she'd been sitting beside Phlox.
"That's a nasty bump on your head," said Phlox.
"They hit me," Malcolm sobbed.
"It's ok now," said Hoshi hugging him.
* * *
Trip looked around.
"I was right, these tubes were made for kids," he said amazed. "It's huge!"
He knew the rest of the crew were in the cargo bay, but he had no idea where Malcolm was or whether anyone else hadn't been caught.
He wasn't exactly sure what to do-being a good two and a half foot shorter than he normally was things he could reach were kinda limited.
He hoped Malcolm was alright-only having the memories of being four years old and then being captured by aliens must have scared him.
The weirdest thing had been regaining all his old memories back in the Captains mess. One minute he'd been happily watching Malcolm plot their escape the next he'd been running after him sounding like an old man trying to keep him safe.
He rested a moment, feeling very alone.
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"I don't believe this!" Jac'tir exclaimed. "Now they're both malfunctioning!"
"What?!" Fayla asked. "What's wrong with them? Is it the memory part again?"
"I don't know! All I know is it's not responding to commands," Jac'tir replied frantically tapping various controls.
"We should help them," said Fayla.
"With what?" Jac'tir snapped. "Our magical massive arsenal of weapons?"
"Precisely," said Fayla. "We should bring the weapons online and hit the other ships weaponry."
"Today is not a good day to die Fayla!" said Jac'tir, annoyed. "You realise that's suicide don't you?"
"Not necessarily," Fayla argued.
Jac'tir buried his face in his hands.
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"Is he alright?" Hoshi asked quietly.
"He should be fine," said Phlox. "Probably tired out after all that crying and screaming."
"For such a little kid-he's got a big pair of lungs on him," said Hoshi, wincing at the memory. "I've never heard such a high pitched sound emit from one so small."
Malcolm was by now fast asleep, tired out, snuggled into Hoshi's arms.
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Archer could still hear Malcolm screaming and crying-throwing a spectacular tantrum. Then he heard a dull thud and Malcolm fell silent.
Archer listened intently for a moment anxiously. A few minutes later the whole procedure started up again-at twice the volume.
* * *
"Why won't it shut up?" Treshda yelled.
"You shouldn't have hit it!" Fadashna yelled back. "Take it down to the cargo bay!"
"I thought you wanted to keep it for testing sir?" Treshda asked, clamping his head over Malcolm's mouth.
Malcolm opened his mouth and bit down hard.
"It bit me!" Treshda exclaimed, moving his hand only to have Malcolm start up all over again.
"Are you a man or a slug? Take it to the cargo bay!" Fadashna ordered.
Treshda threw Malcolm over his shoulder and walked into the turbo lift.
"Will you shut up?!" He exclaimed, annoyed.
"NONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!" Malcolm screamed. "PUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Treshda resisted the urge to shoot Malcolm out the nearest airlock and tried to mentally drown out the din he was making as he hurriedly carried him to the cargo bay.
He nodded to the two guards to open the door and practically tossed Malcolm inside.
Hoshi looked up as Malcolm came flying in-caught by one of the other crewmembers. She went over to retrieve him.
He was still crying but had managed to still it so it was more of a hiccupy sobbing.
She picked him up and carried him back to where she'd been sitting beside Phlox.
"That's a nasty bump on your head," said Phlox.
"They hit me," Malcolm sobbed.
"It's ok now," said Hoshi hugging him.
* * *
Trip looked around.
"I was right, these tubes were made for kids," he said amazed. "It's huge!"
He knew the rest of the crew were in the cargo bay, but he had no idea where Malcolm was or whether anyone else hadn't been caught.
He wasn't exactly sure what to do-being a good two and a half foot shorter than he normally was things he could reach were kinda limited.
He hoped Malcolm was alright-only having the memories of being four years old and then being captured by aliens must have scared him.
The weirdest thing had been regaining all his old memories back in the Captains mess. One minute he'd been happily watching Malcolm plot their escape the next he'd been running after him sounding like an old man trying to keep him safe.
He rested a moment, feeling very alone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~
"I don't believe this!" Jac'tir exclaimed. "Now they're both malfunctioning!"
"What?!" Fayla asked. "What's wrong with them? Is it the memory part again?"
"I don't know! All I know is it's not responding to commands," Jac'tir replied frantically tapping various controls.
"We should help them," said Fayla.
"With what?" Jac'tir snapped. "Our magical massive arsenal of weapons?"
"Precisely," said Fayla. "We should bring the weapons online and hit the other ships weaponry."
"Today is not a good day to die Fayla!" said Jac'tir, annoyed. "You realise that's suicide don't you?"
"Not necessarily," Fayla argued.
Jac'tir buried his face in his hands.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~
"Is he alright?" Hoshi asked quietly.
"He should be fine," said Phlox. "Probably tired out after all that crying and screaming."
"For such a little kid-he's got a big pair of lungs on him," said Hoshi, wincing at the memory. "I've never heard such a high pitched sound emit from one so small."
Malcolm was by now fast asleep, tired out, snuggled into Hoshi's arms.
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