Polly and the Vulcans
Key.
Sentences/ words that are bold and in italics, are direct thoughts.
Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.
"Italics with speech marks" signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.
Bold is Onomatopoeia.
"Bold, italic, and speech marks" signify telepathic speech.
A/N- I got this idea while writing on another story which isn't finished yet. I was trying to think what season to set it in, and I started thinking about doing an AU- but came up with this instead. Whole paragraphs and sentences in italics signify what is being read.
I've been writing a lot more ever seeing 'These are the Voyages', which is full of crap. I don't know when this will be posted, though. I tried posting some stuff back in June, but the system had changed. I went through all the steps up until the bit where you had to say whether you had read the rules or not if you were posting a new story. After I had pressed yes, the next step was to choose the category; only all that came up was a blank window which was a few inches tall and wide, with 'Choose Category' in the blue bit. I waited for ages, but nothing happened.
Anyway, I've obviously managed to post things now.
Disclaimer- Only those of the V.H.C.V. Soval belong to me.
Chapter 1- The Adventures of the V.H.C.V Soval
"Commander, report!"
"No bio-signs that I can determine- possibly an un-manned ship. The weapons, however, appear to have some biological aspects."
The Captain nodded as he digested that information, his body bracing itself as another blast shook the ship.
"Sub-Lieutenant Maled, return-"
"Hang on- Maled?" Reed turned to Trip, who had been reading aloud from the data pad held in his hand to the rest of the senior crew as they sat together for a change at a table in the Mess Hall, eating their lunch. It was something Trip had just received in a transmission from one of his nephews on Earth, and hadn't had time to read it yet. In a message before the story, his nephew had asked if he could read it to the rest of the senior crew, and, on finding them all in the Mess Hall, Trip had decided to do so.
"Yeah," Trip replied to the lieutenant's question. "Mal from Malcolm and Ed from Reed equal Mal-ed- see?"
"No, I don't see. Why does my alter ego have to have a goofy name like 'Mal-ed'?" Malcolm mocked the name.
"Wha' am I supposed ta do abou' it? Ma youngest nephew wrote the story, not me, and I'm damn proud of him. Besides, Reed i'n't a very Vulcan name, now, is it?"
"I for one," interrupted the Captain before Trip's expression could get any stormier, "can't wait to find out the other names- on with the story, Trip."
"Only as long as Commander Tucker's name is T'Rip," Malcolm muttered darkly under his breath, causing Hoshi to giggle.
Trip scanned the data pad he held. "Okay, where was I?" He found his place and tried to imagine himself back in the other world. Once he had achieved that, he carried on reading: "Sub-Lieutenant Maled, return fire!"
"No affect, Captain Joncher-"
"Joncher?" The Captain protested.
"It is a highly - unusual - Vulcan name," T'Pol added from her seat between Archer and Hoshi at the table in the Mess Hall.
"What else was Sean supposed to call 'im? Arcon?" Trip defended his nephew, his eyes flashing.
"It would sound more Vulcan." Hoshi supported her captain, despite finding the whole thing hysterical.
Trip scowled and shifted around in his chair while taking a sip of his lukewarm coffee. "If ya like, I'll tell Sean to change ya name- got to tell you, though. He's likely to start crying."
"No, no, it's fine, as I'm sure is Malcolm's." Archer assured.
"Absolutely Beautiful." Malcolm added, looking as if he would rather be shot by his own phase pistol than be the cause of nine-year-old Sean Tucker's crying fits.
Trip eyed them suspiciously, passing the ketchup to Travis who was eating unconcernedly.
"Ah'll carry on then, shall I?"
Captain Joncher screwed up his nose, trying not to get his ears in a twist as he-
"Can I please carry on reading without being interrupted!" Trip practically yelled, as his human friends collapsed around the table, tears of mirth pouring down their cheeks.
As soon as they appeared to get themselves together, the Captain caught sight of an offended T'Pol's ears, and broke down again. He soon stopped when he saw Trip's thunderous face. If there was anything Trip couldn't bear, it was having his family made fun of.
Once they had settled down, Trip, once more, began to read…
-trying not to get his ears in a twist as he thought of a possible solution to his dilemma. However, before he could come up with something, the ship moved away and disappeared into a wormhole the ship itself had created.
"Any ideas on who they were by looking at the design of their ship, Commander?" The Captain asked.
"None."
"Go through the ship's database; try to come up with a design similar to that ship. Crewman H'Shi can help you."
"Why am I crewman?" Hoshi sulked.
"Vulcans do not have ensigns," T'Pol explained. "I'm sure Mr Tucker's nephew felt that crewman was the most suitable rank for you. I imagine Mr Mayweather, as a fellow ensign, will also be of that rank."
Somewhat mollified, Hoshi gestured for Trip to carry on. "At least I have a nice name."
"Have you found anything yet?" The pilot asked H'Shi.
"No, Mavis-"
Travis spat his food all over T'Pol. "Sorry, Commander." He turned to look at Trip. "Mavis! That's my grandmother's name! Why couldn't I be Trather or Traver? Even Visma would have been better."
Phlox beamed. "This is rather exciting. I imagine I would remain Denobulan, though I would not object to becoming a Vulcan or a Human. As I only have one name, there would be nothing to gain in changing it, even still, I'm looking forward to finding it out."
Archer suddenly thought of something. "Does this story have a title?"
Trip scrolled back up to the top. "'The Adventures of the V.H.C.V. Soval', from the series: 'Polly and the Vulcans'." Trip grinned for the first time, giving T'Pol a sideways glance to see her reaction to the Humanised version of her name. Aside from a tightening in her jaw, Trip detected nothing.
"Do you think V.H.C.V stands for Vulcan High Command Vessel?" Hoshi asked of no one in particular.
"That would be my guess," Reed told her, as Trip carried on to read.
"No, Mavis. There's nothing at all in the database."
Suddenly, Commander Polly collapsed.
To Be Continued…
"To be continued!" Phlox exclaimed. "I was looking forward to my character being introduced." He stood up. "Ah well, it looks like I'll have to wait until the next data-stream comes in. That is unless you have it with you, now?" Phlox asked Trip hopefully, who shook his head.
"The next data-stream comes in a week's time. I suggest we all gather here again. I am also- curious- as to the fate of this 'Polly'." T'Pol added, joining the Doctor by standing up.
Everyone followed suit, and headed off in their separate directions as they either went back to duty, or to their quarters to go to sleep.
"See ya in the mornin' Polly!" Trip shouted to the Vulcan down the corridor to where she was heading to her quarters after leaving Trip in front of his.
"'See you', T'Rip." T'Pol shot back as his door closed. Trip smiled.
A/N- Please review. By the way, I have no idea if Vulcans have ensigns or not, but in this story, they don't.
