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*Ok, what do I do?* Trip asked himself. *I'm six years old and roaming the Jefferies tubes. Plus I'm about two foot shorter than usual. I think most of the crew are in the cargo bays but I'm not sure so I can't get rid of the oxygen supply to anywhere else.*
He came to an opening and found himself above the armoury.
*What If I steal the weapons and give them to the rest of the crew in the cargo bays so they can...............free themselves?*
He saw a couple of the aliens in the room and waited a second. Silently he moved into the room ducking down behind one of the consoles silently thankful that for once his height came in useful.
However now he was in there he hadn't a clue what to do. He had no weapon to take out the two guards and even if he did it would alert more guards to his presence.
Plus he discovered another problem-he couldn't reach the cabinet.
Suddenly the guards stirred hearing their leader's voice over the comm system.
"Get the weapons out and ready for transport."
Trip crept to the corner and watched as the guards proceeded to simply break open the weapons locker. They moved the weapons out slowly ten at a time. Trip leapt up and grabbed them diving back into the Jefferies tube just as they turned round again.
Trip crawled at top speed in the direction of the cargo bays trying desperately not to drop any of the weapons he was carrying.
Every time he came near a corridor he could hear the pounding of the guards feet and he was certain that one was in the Jefferies Tube somewhere behind him.
Finally he reached the cargo bay. He saw Phlox and Hoshi sat in front of it.
"Move forward!" he hissed "And don't turn round!"
They realised instantly it was Trip and obediently shifted forward. Trip managed to slip into the room and pass the weapons through. With the crew all so clumped together it was easy to pass the phase pistols along to the security teams.
Phlox managed to catch hold of Trip and sat him down.
"At least you don't seem any worse for wear," he commented.
In Hoshi's lap Malcolm stirred at all the sudden commotion.
"What's going on?" He mumbled, shifting into a more comfortable position and immediately falling asleep again.
"Did he get brought here straight away?" Trip asked quietly, feeling the tension rise in the room and making sure he was still hidden from the guard's line of sight.
"No, but he threw a tantrum to be proud of," Hoshi whispered back.
"Mal threw a tantrum?" Trip asked amazed.
"Kicking, screaming, crying-the works," Hoshi shuddered.
Suddenly the security team surged forward taking the guards out with reasonable ease.
The rest of the crew watched them race out and waited a few moments before following. Apparently they'd been informed of a plan and were now putting it into action.
Trip made as if to follow but Phlox held onto him firmly.
"We are going nowhere but sickbay."
Hoshi got up shifting Malcolm so he was now leaning against her shoulder.
"What good's that gonna do?" Trip asked impatiently. "We should help!"
"You've done your part now," Phlox informed him. "Plus, whereas I hope the plan is successful there are chances it might not be so we should go somewhere safe."
Trip scowled.
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"I'm serious, we should help them," said Fayla.
"Look, they're helping themselves!" Jac'tir pointed out "Plus if we die then they'll be ever so slightly screwed. The controls have only just started working again and apart from child A's memory not being repressed it's working properly!"
"We wouldn't die! Don't be so melodramatic!" Fayla exclaimed ignoring his final point. "We'd only need to take out their weapons and then we could take a back seat."
"Only!" Jac'tir mimicked. "We'd only have to take out their weapons, she says!"
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"How can he still be asleep?" Trip asked, staring mutinously at Malcolm.
"Oh he's only little-leave him alone," said Hoshi, smiling slightly. "The whole ships been taken over by aliens, the entire crew are trying to take it back and we are in sickbay doing nothing and Malcolm's asleep!" Trip yelled. "How can he sleep at a time like this?!?"
Resisting the urge to kick something, Trip flopped back on the biobed. Malcolm woke up properly this time.
"You've woken him up now!" Hoshi snapped.
"They gone?" Malcolm asked sleepily.
She was about to reply when the ship rocked sending them all flying.
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"See, now they're fighting it out, they don't need us," Jac'tir assured Fayla.
A shot bounced off their hull.
"The controls!" Jac'tir exclaimed, seeing it spark.
"We have to move!" Fayla exclaimed. "Or we'll get blown up!"
"None of the controls are working! They've taken out everything! Including the children's controls!" Jac'tir yelled as the console sparked violently.
"What? Do something!" Fayla yelled.
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"I don't feel good," Malcolm mumbled.
"Me either," Trip groaned.
"Where does it hurt?" asked Phlox concerned, helping Hoshi to her feet.
"My tummy," Malcolm moaned curling into a ball.
"I feel kinda funny all over," Trip added looking miserable.
"I want my mummy," Malcolm sniffed. "I wanna go home."
"That isn't possible at the moment," Hoshi told him gently.
She watched as Phlox scanned them, feeling the ship rock as more blasts struck it.
"Do you know what's wrong with them?" Hoshi asked, seeing Phlox check his results a fourth time. "Well I can't be sure-but I think they're regressing further," Phlox said sounding perplexed.
~*~Please review! Because, the ship is being fired on by weird alien people, more weird alien people have lost control of the devices in Trip and Malcolm and now they're getting smaller! It's just not their day.....................~*~
*Ok, what do I do?* Trip asked himself. *I'm six years old and roaming the Jefferies tubes. Plus I'm about two foot shorter than usual. I think most of the crew are in the cargo bays but I'm not sure so I can't get rid of the oxygen supply to anywhere else.*
He came to an opening and found himself above the armoury.
*What If I steal the weapons and give them to the rest of the crew in the cargo bays so they can...............free themselves?*
He saw a couple of the aliens in the room and waited a second. Silently he moved into the room ducking down behind one of the consoles silently thankful that for once his height came in useful.
However now he was in there he hadn't a clue what to do. He had no weapon to take out the two guards and even if he did it would alert more guards to his presence.
Plus he discovered another problem-he couldn't reach the cabinet.
Suddenly the guards stirred hearing their leader's voice over the comm system.
"Get the weapons out and ready for transport."
Trip crept to the corner and watched as the guards proceeded to simply break open the weapons locker. They moved the weapons out slowly ten at a time. Trip leapt up and grabbed them diving back into the Jefferies tube just as they turned round again.
Trip crawled at top speed in the direction of the cargo bays trying desperately not to drop any of the weapons he was carrying.
Every time he came near a corridor he could hear the pounding of the guards feet and he was certain that one was in the Jefferies Tube somewhere behind him.
Finally he reached the cargo bay. He saw Phlox and Hoshi sat in front of it.
"Move forward!" he hissed "And don't turn round!"
They realised instantly it was Trip and obediently shifted forward. Trip managed to slip into the room and pass the weapons through. With the crew all so clumped together it was easy to pass the phase pistols along to the security teams.
Phlox managed to catch hold of Trip and sat him down.
"At least you don't seem any worse for wear," he commented.
In Hoshi's lap Malcolm stirred at all the sudden commotion.
"What's going on?" He mumbled, shifting into a more comfortable position and immediately falling asleep again.
"Did he get brought here straight away?" Trip asked quietly, feeling the tension rise in the room and making sure he was still hidden from the guard's line of sight.
"No, but he threw a tantrum to be proud of," Hoshi whispered back.
"Mal threw a tantrum?" Trip asked amazed.
"Kicking, screaming, crying-the works," Hoshi shuddered.
Suddenly the security team surged forward taking the guards out with reasonable ease.
The rest of the crew watched them race out and waited a few moments before following. Apparently they'd been informed of a plan and were now putting it into action.
Trip made as if to follow but Phlox held onto him firmly.
"We are going nowhere but sickbay."
Hoshi got up shifting Malcolm so he was now leaning against her shoulder.
"What good's that gonna do?" Trip asked impatiently. "We should help!"
"You've done your part now," Phlox informed him. "Plus, whereas I hope the plan is successful there are chances it might not be so we should go somewhere safe."
Trip scowled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm serious, we should help them," said Fayla.
"Look, they're helping themselves!" Jac'tir pointed out "Plus if we die then they'll be ever so slightly screwed. The controls have only just started working again and apart from child A's memory not being repressed it's working properly!"
"We wouldn't die! Don't be so melodramatic!" Fayla exclaimed ignoring his final point. "We'd only need to take out their weapons and then we could take a back seat."
"Only!" Jac'tir mimicked. "We'd only have to take out their weapons, she says!"
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"How can he still be asleep?" Trip asked, staring mutinously at Malcolm.
"Oh he's only little-leave him alone," said Hoshi, smiling slightly. "The whole ships been taken over by aliens, the entire crew are trying to take it back and we are in sickbay doing nothing and Malcolm's asleep!" Trip yelled. "How can he sleep at a time like this?!?"
Resisting the urge to kick something, Trip flopped back on the biobed. Malcolm woke up properly this time.
"You've woken him up now!" Hoshi snapped.
"They gone?" Malcolm asked sleepily.
She was about to reply when the ship rocked sending them all flying.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"See, now they're fighting it out, they don't need us," Jac'tir assured Fayla.
A shot bounced off their hull.
"The controls!" Jac'tir exclaimed, seeing it spark.
"We have to move!" Fayla exclaimed. "Or we'll get blown up!"
"None of the controls are working! They've taken out everything! Including the children's controls!" Jac'tir yelled as the console sparked violently.
"What? Do something!" Fayla yelled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I don't feel good," Malcolm mumbled.
"Me either," Trip groaned.
"Where does it hurt?" asked Phlox concerned, helping Hoshi to her feet.
"My tummy," Malcolm moaned curling into a ball.
"I feel kinda funny all over," Trip added looking miserable.
"I want my mummy," Malcolm sniffed. "I wanna go home."
"That isn't possible at the moment," Hoshi told him gently.
She watched as Phlox scanned them, feeling the ship rock as more blasts struck it.
"Do you know what's wrong with them?" Hoshi asked, seeing Phlox check his results a fourth time. "Well I can't be sure-but I think they're regressing further," Phlox said sounding perplexed.
~*~Please review! Because, the ship is being fired on by weird alien people, more weird alien people have lost control of the devices in Trip and Malcolm and now they're getting smaller! It's just not their day.....................~*~