Chapter Seventeen: Malady
"No!" Trip screamed. He felt like he was seeing a movie in slow motion. Silik threatening to fire the virus on Jon, Silik firing the virus, Hoshi's blur running towards Jon, Hoshi taking the hit of the alien-made virus.
Trip's shout was enough for the Suliban to be distracted.
Malcolm quickly snatched the two hidden phase pistols under his console. "Trip," he called, and threw a phase pistol to him. Trip and Malcolm fired at the Suliban.
The other bridge crew joined the fight. Travis grabbed a Suliban by the throat and smashed his head against his console. T'Pol nerve-pinched another.
Trip leaped over the railing and ran toward Silik. Silik threw a punch and missed. Trip immediately threw him against the wall. "You bastard!" Trip hollered.
He set his weapon to kill and pressed it to Silik's forehead.
"Stop!"
Trip ignored the command. A beam shot past his arm and bore a hole in the wall, an inch from Silik's head. Silik saw the closeness and fainted.
Trip turned around. He saw an alien woman, not a Suliban. She had silver-white hair and two short horns protruding from her forehead. She aimed her weapon at him.
"Who the hell are you?" Trip growled.
"I'm the one who can help your mate," she replied, calmly. "I can help, but I can't allow you to kill that Suliban. So, I am asking you to please drop your weapon."
Trip reluctantly complied. He angrily threw his weapon to the floor. He looked around him. He saw all the Suliban that had occupied the bridge splayed across the floor. Some were dead and others unconscious. Each of the bridge crew looked at the other. The energy had gone and silence remained. In the corner, Archer held a trembling Hoshi.
Trip made his way to her. He wanted to hold her, but she shrunk back from him, instead, clinging to Jon more so.