At first there was horror, terror and panic. Bleeps were coming from all consoles as the craft plunged down towards the surface of a planet.
"Brace for impact!"A voice yelled. All personnel lent forward and covered their heads with their arms.
And then there was silence, and blackness.
As one of the people regained consciousness he looked around him. The others were still unconscious. A couple of wires hanging from the roof sparked as power was still going through them but the electrical charges had no where to go. As a couple of wires sparked near his head he quickly drew back. He had been slumped over the control panel. Glass fragments lay in his hair and on his uniform and over the console in front of him.
He spun round in his chair to inspect the damage behind him and how his crewmates were. He stood up and moved over to T'Pol. She had been sitting to the left of him, but now she was lying on the floor.
"T'Pol?" He said as he checked for a pulse. Pressing his fingers on her neck just below the chin, he waited for a couple of seconds and sighed slightly as he found her pulse, slowly beating. A drop of blood fell on the floor. Raising an arm up to his forehead he wiped away the trickling blood. He gently nudged her to wake her up, but she didn't move. He then looked at his two other passengers… Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker, and Ensign Hoshi Sato. Both were unconscious.
"Hoshi?" He called as he stood up and moved over to her. Doing the same thing he did with T'Pol he checked for a pulse, and then also the same with Tucker. Both were still alive. He rubbed his eyes trying to make sense of what had happened before he passed out.
That's when he saw it. Something he never expected to see.
His face dropped at the sight and he knew that Hoshi's life now depended on him.
A large piece of the roof of the pod had fallen on her and was stuck in her side. Blood lay on the floor in a large wet pool. He raised a hand from the blood. He hadn't realised he had been leaning init. The blood covered his hand and dripped off, splashing into the main pool on the floor.
"Oh my god." He said as he inspected the large wound. It looked like the only thing that could help her now was Doctor Phlox, but he was back up on the ship, and there was no way to contact them. This pod looked like its days were numbered.
A noise alerted him that someone was beginning to wake up. He looked around at where the noise was coming from, and sure enough, Commander Tucker was waking up.
"Commander?" He said as he moved over to him. He watched as the chief engineer's eyes slowly opened. He brought a hand up to his eyes so he could wipe away a few small pieces of debris.
"Are you all right Malcolm?"
"Yes, but Hoshi isn't." Lieutenant Reed replied. At hearing this Trip quickly raised himself into a sitting position. He looked at the young linguist, lying on her front with the piece of bulkhead protruding from her body. Trip readied his fingers to check for a pulse. "I've already checked. She's gota pulse but there isn't anything we can do for her."
Trip looked at him. "We've got to try what ever we can." He gazed over at the unconscious T'Pol. "How's T'Pol?"
"She's just unconscious." Malcolm replied as he looked at her, then back at Trip.
A sudden noise outside the pod alerted both men. They looked at the hatch and then at each other. Trip used hand signals to talk to Malcolm and he moved over to a storage bin and took out two phase pistols. He passed one to Trip and made sure his was set on stun. He then moved over to the hatch. Slowly he placed his hand on the release button and pressed it.As it opened Malcolm readied is weapon ready to fire, but when the hatch was fully opened he found himself looking outside with a few weapons pointing at his face. Immediately he lowered his weapon, knowing that fighting was not an option right now.
As Trip saw the weapons being pointed at his friend's face he also dropped his weapon.
Two men grabbed Malcolm and pulled him out of the pod. Another two men then moved in and pulled Trip out. Lastly one man moved in and picked up T'Pol. Trip and Malcolm looked at each other with worry, as no men appeared to go in to help Hoshi.
"Hey, wait a minute! Our friend needs help in there!" Trip shouted, pointing at the pod, but it only resulted in a man moving towards him and pushing him to move off. It appeared that these people didn't speak English, and their linguist was in a terrible state.
The group moved off, leaving Hoshi for dead in the damaged pod.
Trip glanced back over his shoulder at the pod. It had crashed in a field, surrounded by a forest. He turned his whole body round so that he was walking backwards. He tried to stop walking altogether, but one of the captors just pushed him, nearly making him fall on his back, and so he kept walking. Fearful of the fate that lay for Hoshi.