FYI I love repeating myself.
T'Pol walked the bridge of her new ship that she had been given command of. Admiral Archer was talking about something but T'Pol just couldn't concentrate it didn't matter what he said.
T'Pol looked aver to where her post would have been instead it was the tactical console it was like everything had been turned upside down shaken a few times, stirred and left rolling down a hill.
Everything was in different places, it smelt different, and it was newer and faster.
The design of the ship was a bit similar to the one of the Enterprise but like I said it was newer.
T'Pol looked around at all the new faces she didn't know anyone most of them looked at her with curiosity some with disdain, more people she would have to get used to.
The andorian behind her was taking scans to see if the sensors and if everything on the ship worked.
"Well I better get going, you're due to leave space dock pretty soon." Archer stood there awkwardly not sure what to do, he had hugged her once but that had been different.
"Hope we meet again T'Pol." T'Pol nodded. She watched as he retreated into the turbolift.
T'Pol looked around unsure who was who, she was aware that the man to her left sitting at the tactical console was her chief of security but she didn't who the rest of the people were.
She was unsure if the andorian behind her was the science officer or an engineer.
She didn't know who the second or third in command was, Starfleet hadn't left that to her.
She didn't know where her quarters were.
She didn't know the design of the ship.
She didn't where Trip was.
She didn't know what to do.
She didn't know what to feel she didn't know anything and it was frustrating her.
T'Pol looked around and sat down.
"Ma'am we are getting word that we can depart now."
T'Pol looked over at the small women behind her, beside the andorian they were both standing up.
"Then lets depart, warp 5.6"
The man in front of her gave a small nod of his head, he was obviously the pilot.
Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all, now she just had to figure out who was the commander around here.
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Trip didn't know what to do anymore, he was getting tired of sitting in the cell, he rear end hurt, and Elizabeth was starting to complain.
"I don't want to be here its dark." She sounded like a spoiled brat, she sat close to her father who had fallen asleep his leg had stopped hurting a while ago.
"Well at the moment I can't think of anything to get us out."
Elizabeth huffed, and crossed her arms.
"Well can't you think faster?"
Trip shook his head. "I'm not Vulcan I don't have super brain powers."
Elizabeth squinted.
"What's a Vulcan?"
Trip chuckled.
"Well they're a bunch of stubborn people who think there better than everyone."
Elizabeth frowned.
"They don't sound like nice people."
Trip smiled again.
"No there ok some of the best people I've ever met were Vulcan which begs the question why are you asking since you are a Vulcan?"
Elizabeth frowned, she didn't understand which was a first.
"Your ears ok your just pulling mah leg now." Trip started with he slang he was getting really tired like someone had drugged him or something.
