'OK, OK, calm down. So, how do we bump start the ship?'
'All this technology and you can't do a simple bump start!'
'Nope!' Trip called cheerfully from the turbo lift.
'How'd you get here? I thought you were in Engineering.' Archer sounded majorly confused until muted giggling brought his attention back to the itinerant author on his bridge. 'I take it this was your doing?'
'Well if I'm gonna get this ship going again I need the Chief Engineer don't I?'
'Good point, so what do we do?'
'OK, well to start with, you have got to disengage the warp drive. Don't want you suddenly leaping into Warp 4 and leaving stuff behind!'
'Done' Travis, eager to get back into the story, called over his shoulder whilst playing Space Invaders on the view screen.
'Hey! He's beaten my high score!' Malcolm ran back to his station and soon the sound of aliens being blow up was heard all over the bridge as Malcolm and Travis began competing for the High Score.
'Maybe we should move down to Engineering, it might be quieter there.'
'Good idea.' Archer, Trip and the random author left the bridge as T'Pol and Hoshi, not to be out done, started a knitting competition. On the way down in the turbo lifts, Archer once again asked what to do.
'Well next we need to go get some highly volatile fuel to prime the engines with. I know just the thing.'
In the galley...
'You want what?' Chef was beside himself. Not literally of course. This author draws the line and body doubles.
'Vodka. Gotta get those engines started Chef! You wouldn't want to be responsible for everyone being stuck here, would you?'
'I suppose not.' With a sigh, Chef handed over12 bottlesof Russia's finest Vodka.
A/N: You made it this far? Wow. Well the story continues, be brave! reviews always welcome.
