AN: Like I have said before I don't own anything related to ST Enterprise.

I am really not good at this writing and reviewing stuff but I like to read other peoples stories.

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Chapter VI

Something's Wrong

The Complex

"They escaped!?" The military leader, Admiral Tann, said in disbelief.

"How could they escape from a heavy guarded military building!?"

"The ensigns are nowhere to be found sir." A guard under his command said.

"Nowhere to be found, you found them or your head will be on my desk within the hour!" Tann screamed furiously.

"Sir..." Another young guard said. "...You would be pleased to know that we have eliminated the two others."

"At least I will have some satisfaction today." He glanced upon one of his closest members. "You have my full support, attack the science vessel."

"Yes sir!"

The Admiral continued. "With her I would be feared in this region. I can't take any chances, they might already know, thanks to a lot of incompetents." He said turning to the guards.

The Bar

"Just a second Andy! If you want me to relax then you let me use your communicator." Hoshi pleaded to him.

"I am afraid that it has been broken, but I assure you, they are managing just fine without you up there. Now would you let me leave?"

"Sure." Hoshi said, clearly frustrated.

"Why isn't there a functioning communicator around here?" Travis tried another crewman's to no avail.

"Look at them, everyone is walking around like happy zombies, can't they se that the Tenndarian's are false!?" She sighed heavily.

Travis turned to face her. "What if we managed to modify a tricoder?"

"How long would it take?"

"When I was little I used to modify our com. signals onboard the ship so I might be able to do something like that now."

Hoshi ducked behind a supply box as they went out. "Tenndarian's three o'clock. How long Travis?"

"I see them. Give me ten minutes."

Enterprise

A light beam stroke the Enterprise as she lay still in orbit, shields down. Jonathan Archer quickly recovered from the floor. "Full power to the shields, go on red alert!"

"We are being fired upon by an unidentified vessel." T'Pol stated as she scanned the area. "They are transmitting information to the planet captain." She continued.

"So the Tenndarian's were not that friendly after all?" He watched the ensign at weapons. "Fire forward phasers on my mark."

"Yes sir."

"Captain?!" The Vulcan science officer called.

"Fire!"

"Direct hit to the starboard engine." The ensign said.

"Captain, we are picking up a faint com. signal from the surface." T'Pol said.

"Put it through."

"On speakers."

"Military complex...alloy...T.ip and...Malcol..."

Archer looked at T'Pol for a second. "Can we beam them up?"

"Not without risk of damage to the ship." She returned his look.

"Is it negligible?"

"It would be manageable."

"Then beam them up quickly!"

Two seconds later Hoshi and Travis stood safely on the transporter platform. With no time to lose they sprinted towards the turbolift. Archer turned around as the two ensigns tumbled out of the lift.

"What's going on down there!" He demanded.

"It's a long story captain, when Lt. Nama, ensign Carrie and a few others came back from there walk they seemed to have no knowledge that they had even taken a walk. We became suspicious, some of us more than the rest." Hoshi quickly filled in.

"I can imagine." Archer murmured.

"Anyway we walked right into a military complex, heavily shielded with guards all over." Travis continued where Hoshi ended. "We tried to outrun them and in order to increase our chances we split up. After four hours of walking thorough corridors and avoiding everyone we managed to escape without notice because someone triggered an alarm."

"Trip or Malcolm?" Archer frowned.

"I don't know but I really hope it wasn't them." Travis pointed out the building on a picture taken with one of the image scanners onboard.

"Only forest, nothing of value." T'Pol stated.

"That's exactly what they want us to think." Travis exclaimed.

"And one other thing, when we returned from our little trip no one at the shore leave sight seemed to know anything about their surroundings, at least not further than the bar." Travis said.

T'Pol raised a brow. "Maybe they had not been further away."

"No , that doesn't make any sense."

Archer pointed at the picture in front of him. "Can we somehow get behind the shielding?"

"I can try various modifications but I am not certain." Travis offered.

"Do it anyway, it might be Trip and Malcolm's only chance."

Enterprise rocked a little from her position as phaser fire danced upon her hull.

"Our tactic has been seen through." Archer moved over to his chair. "Evasive manoeuvres! Travis take the helm, pattern beta four. Who is the highest ranked armory officer onboard?"

"Lieutenant Hogan, sir." The ensign seated at weapons said.

"Archer to Hogan, report."

"Shield strength 84 percent and decreasing, two torpedoes are waiting for launch."

"What about phasers?"

"We are having trouble with the starboard cannon, it was hit pretty badly and I don't have enough people down here to make proper adjustments."

Archer swallowed, looking at the stars on the screen. "Travis you heard lieutenant Hogan?" "Yes sir."

"Did you learn any Starfleet code red flights during your permission?"

"Why would I have not taken the offer?" He smiled meanly.

Archer returned it. "In that case Mr. Maywether why don't you demonstrate?"

"I might just do that sir."

"Good, stand by. Archer to engineering."

"Lt. Hess, sir."

"I need a hundred and ten percent."

"I don't know sir..."

"Now Hess!"

"Pressure are building captain." She acknowledged over the link.

He nodded with satisfaction. "Ensign Russo when I say so the torpedoes must be ready."

"No problem sir."

"The ship is changing to intercept." Hoshi reported from her station.

Archer moved over to the tactical station. "Here she comes, hold on! Travis, code red." "Rerouting tactical, firing tube one, now."

"Direct hit to their starboard engine." Ensign Russo reported.

The captain had to grab hold of the console as a violent shudder went through the ship.

"Direct hit to our main shield!" The ensign continued his report as the hull shrieked around them.

"Direct hit to the saucer section!" Ensign Russo continued.

"Circulate!" Archer shouted over the alarms.

"Circulating sir." Travis acknowledged.

"Locking tube two, firing now." Archer said.

"Penetration of their main shield, good shot sir! Reading several explosions, they are retreating." Russo smiled.

"Good one Travis! Thanks for the ride." Archer nodded at the screen.

T'Pol glanced at the ensign then at the captain. "Code red flights?"

"And here I was thinking the Vulcan High Command knew everything about us." Archer grinned.

"It violated at least three combat flight training programs."

"Code red flights are irregular patterns that serves the purpose of cutting off a starship and effectively disarm her if the situation requires it T'Pol." He pushed the com. "Bridge to all decks, damage report."

tbc