The Suliban Ship

It had been about three and a half human hours since T'Pol had been taken captive. She was sitting in, what must have been the brig. A very dark, dank and disgusting brig.

All T'Pol knew was that she was on a Suliban ship. She didn't know where she was heading or why she'd been abducted.

For a few hours before, T'Pol had been placed in the brig, the Suliban had been asking questions about her home planet – Vulcan – the High Council and Starfleet's alliance to Vulcan. Of course, T'Pol told them nothing, which resulted in T'Pol being pummelled by three Suliban. When she tried to fight back, four more Suliban secured her to a chair and pumped a Suliban made drug, that basically took the effect of muscle relaxant, into her bloodstream.

Just for her disobedience, and the fact that they could, the Suliban trio punched her several more times, causing cuts in her skin, where her green blood poured out of them. Her head felt like one large, and rather painful, lump. On top of that, she hadn't been fed since last night. Not a great day.

T'Pol's latest worry was that her cuts would get infected in this sewer-type prison. She thought she saw what must have been the Suliban equivalent to human rats pass by, but it was too dark to be sure.

Her logical mind would try to get it together and make a plan of escape. However, apart from the fact that T'Pol lacked the strength and was too tired, there were about forty Suliban on the ship. She was already physically ill and there was no telling if Enterprise was anywhere near her present location. Enterprise. Trip. Her mind wandered over to him again. She'd tried to be strong and stay positive, keep her mind off him, but it was too hard. In the back of her mind, she could see him smiling, laughing, touching her.

What Trip did, risking his life for hers, was utterly illogical. Although, as Trip had shown her time and time again, logic didn't pack much of a punch when you were in love.

T'Pol had never thought about a future with Trip, she'd never really found the time. Although it only had been a few days since they had been romantically involved, she'd known him for almost three Earth years.

Now, he could be dead. She had tried to get to him after he had been shot, but the Suliban scum had held her back. They refused to tell her if they'd set their phasers to stun or kill; they seemed to enjoy her distress. In all likelihood, Trip had been killed; the Suliban weren't exactly the stun-gun friendly and more with the killing. Still… For some unexplainable reason, T'Pol felt that if Trip were dead, she'd feel it. She wasn't ready to give up hope quite yet.

Interrupting her thoughts, T'Pol heard someone coming through the doors. She quickly composed herself and sat up straighter. She wasn't going to show one ounce of fear or weakness; it would give them too much power over her.

"Sub-Commander," The Suliban that T'Pol had considered the leader said. T'Pol just glared defiantly at him.

"I tryst you're comfy here." He smirked.

"Are you going to answer my questions?" T'Pol asked, steely-eyed.

"Why would I do that?" He answered, shrugged.

"I'll take that as a no. In which case, we have nothing to discuss." T'Pol stated.

"Well, I wouldn't say that." The Suliban said, pacing in front of her. "First of all, my name is Malug, and you may address me as Captain." T'Pol stifled a laugh. "Second, my men tell me that you haven't answered any of my questions, therefore I have no reason to answer yours."

"Your questions have been unacceptable." T'Pol said evenly.

"That's not your concern. I will decide if they're acceptable or not." Malug raised her voice. The two soldiers behind him tensed slightly. No doubt they feared their somewhat unstable Captain.

"In any case," T'Pol replied. "I refuse to answer your questions. At least until mine are answered."

Malug got impatient and yelled. "You lie!"

"Perhaps, but it seems your only logical choice." T'Pol countered.

"You Vulcan's and your pithy logic," Malug spat. "You think you're so superior, but you're not. You're just like stubborn humans."

With that last insult, he stomped out of her cell, leaving T'Pol alone once more, with none of her questions answered. But she felt that Malug was close to breaking.