Vulcan-Napped

Infuriated with anger, Trip stomped his way to T'Pol's quarters, forgetting for now about his morning shift. He pressed T'Pol's door buzzer several times before he came to the conclusion that T'Pol wasn't there.

Frustrated, he turned to the computer. "Computer, locate Sub-Commander T'Pol."

"Sub-Commander T'Pol is in the Mess Hall." The computer replied in its female voice.

"Must've gone for an early breakfast." Trip muttered to himself and walked with anticipation to the Mess Hall. He needed to discuss the Captain's preposterous argument with T'Pol immediately.

As he walked by, Trip could have sworn that a shadow had passed above him, but when he looked up, nothing was there. Great, now I'm seeing things, Trip thought.

Before he even got into the Mess Hall, Trip knew that there was something wrong. A Starfleet weapon, which had already been fired by the looks of it, was lying, almost hidden, on the floor. It was a miracle that Trip had seen it.

Trip considered his options. Either he called for back up and T'Pol could be injured while security got there, or he took his chances alone and try to save T'Pol, and probably other officers by himself, setting himself up against countless enemies.

"Well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." Trip muttered before reaching for the phaser and cautiously entered the Mess Hall.

To his surprise, no one heard the doors open, so he had a chance to hide and assess the situation. T'Pol and four other officers, including Chef, were being held captive by six Suliban. Each Suliban had a full arm phaser and each had the ability to change its physical shape. Basically, Trip was outgunned, out-manned and out-manoeuvred.

Still, those slippery bastards were holding T'Pol captive and Trip couldn't just leave her there.

Stepping out of his hiding place and raising his gun, he said, "Put your weapons down and release the crewman."

No one looked more shocked to see trip than T'Pol, although the Suliban's vizards came close.

"And if we don't?" One Suliban challenged.

"Then I'll blow your ugly head off. Trust me, I'd be doing you a favour." Trip smiled threateningly.

"Trip, get out of here." Came T'Pol's voice, but it was cut short when a Suliban officer harshly punched T'Pol in the face, causing her to collapse on the floor.

"Hey!" Trip shouted and began to walk over to T'Pol. Before he realised it, he'd let down his guard and weapon, which left him defenceless. As if in slow motion, a Suliban pointed his phaser and had fired at Trip. Clenching his chest in pain and falling backwards, he could see T'Pol trying to get to him. Holding her back, the Suliban who shot Trip took out his communicator.

"All ready here, sir, we have the Vulcan."

Shoving the other four crewmen aside, the last thing Trip saw was T'Pol's desperate and afraid face as the Suliban transported out. The moment she was gone, Trip's vision went black.