Chapter One

Just like the Mess hall and probably the rest of the ship, all of the command crew were gathered together on the bridge at their various stations, while the view screen showed off the lush green planet below. Today was a momentous occasion as this new world was the first one that they had encountered so far on their mission, which resembled anything like home.

Captain Jonathan Archer sat perched on the edge of his chair. Today had been a long time coming and he was just as eager as the rest of them to set foot on this brand new world and begin exploring. This was what their mission was all about. It had been his dream from the first time he saw the toy model of his dad's Warp Five engine fly, and he'd promised himself, on his father's sudden demise, that he would make it a reality. "This one's for you, Dad," /he thought as he anxiously waited for the reports from his crew.

Sub Commander T'Pol, the ship's beautiful Vulcan Science Officer, peered into her scanner and began detailing her report in a dry monotone, without any hint of emotion and unruffled by all the excitement, as her culture dictated. "…seventeen percent oxygen, eighty-one percent nitrogen."

"Sounds like home," interrupted Commander Charles Tucker III, Trip for short, the ships Chief Engineer. He shared a look of excitement with his best friend, Captain Archer. Trip had never stepped foot on a new planet before and was just as anxious as the rest of them to begin exploring. Normally, on missions like this one, his job would require him to remain in engineering making sure their Warp Five engine remained in tip top shape whilst the scientists carried out the exploration and discovery side, but Trip knew his best friend wouldn't leave him on board missing out whilst they had all the fun.

"Any people?" asked Archer.

"The planet supports a diverse ecology," answered T'Pol. "My readings show signs of various ruins that suggest there may once have been a civilisation, but I can't substantiate how long ago that may have been. At present, my scanner shows no signs of humanoid life."

Despite his eagerness to begin exploring, Archer tried to instil a bit of caution in his approach. After all, he did have a crew to protect and it wouldn't look good to get them killed on their very first mission. Turning to Lieutenant Malcolm Reed, their English Armoury Officer, he asked. "Scan for marker buoys, beacons, man-made satellites …"

"None within range, Sir", he answered, smiling. "Looks like it's been a while since anyone's planted a flag there."

With an encouraging look, Archer turned to Trip. "Prep a shuttlepod, Mister Tucker", he said with a smile.

Pleased that his friend hadn't let him down, Trip turned and walked off towards the nearest turbo lift, whilst Archer turned back round to Ensign Mayweather, their handsome young helmsman. "I like the look of the Northern continent … see if you can find a good place to set down."

"Yes, sir", replied a jubilant, upbeat Travis Mayweather, jumping up to join Commander Tucker at the lift.

"Captain," said T'Pol, in a calm, direct tone of voice. "There are a number of protocols you may want to consider."

Archer rolled his eyes and settled back for the next chapter in '1001 Steps on How Not Blow up the Galaxy". "Dare I ask?" he thought, knowing just what to expect from this stoic species of logic, who had a long history with humans of throwing the proverbial dampener on the fire. "Protocols?"

"Vulcan ships would begin by sending down automated probes to collect more detailed scans," stated T'Pol. "If the planet proved to be Minshara-Class, we'd then conduct a geophysical survey from orbit."

"Minshara-Class?" asked Mayweather, not quite understanding the term.

"Suitable for humanoid life," explained Hoshi, the ship's young communications officer who could speak languages by the dozen.

"How long would all that take?" asked Captain Archer.

"Six or seven days," replied T'Pol.

"You expect us to sit up here for a week while probes have all the fun?" exclaimed Trip, impatiently. Along with Captain Archer, he had first hand experience with Vulcans dragging things out, which he put down to them seeing humans as babies taking their first steps into the unknown. So they were reluctant to let go of their leash.

"This planet has been here for a long time …" replied T'Pol dryly, as she looked back at him, in what he regarded to be an arrogant and condescending manner. "It will still be here in seven days."

"Sir?" pleaded Trip, looking at Archer for support.

Archer acknowledged this with a slight nod of his head. "Don't worry my friend. I'm not going to let them do this to us again. " Looking back at T'Pol, "I understand you've got a more … cautious approach … but we didn't come out here to tiptoe around. Trip … get the pod ready."

Trip smiled, gave back a mock salute, and then closed the turbo lift down.

"Sub-Commander, I'd like you to put together the survey team …" asked Captain Archer, with a slight smirk. "I assume that's not a violation of protocol."

T'Pol acknowledged this order with a wary look. In her opinion he was very naïve and typically human in refusing to listen to her advice. She was assigned to this crew by the Vulcan High Command to watch over her human counterparts and guide them whilst they undertook their first steps into the unknown. His constant dismissal of her counsel and his desire to undertake foolish endeavours without following official modus operandi was making her task extremely difficult indeed.

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