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Mal had been scoping around Serenity since she had first been docked with Enterprise. Something didn't feel right being on Enterprise. He thought that perhaps it was the thought of all the different aliens. The one that made him feel most on his toes was the Kingon, Wrof. Something about him wasn't right. His ears perked at a sound behind him and his hand instantly went to the weapon on his hip. Whipping his head around, he saw no one. Deciding to take a quick look at the docking port, he made his was down to the cargo hold where he stepped onto Enterprise's unbelievably clean deck. That was another thing that cheeped him out, how clean the ship was with the amount of people aboard. He had been told there was more then a thousand crew and civilians. They sounded somewhat like the alliance ships and that made him think weather or not being here was a good thing or not.
Taking a step around the corner, he suddenly came face to face with a tall, dark monster towering over him. Acting on impulse, he yanked his weapon from its holster and took dead aim at the things chest. Before any word of protest could be heard, a shot echoed through the corridor and a flash of light shone in front of Mal's eyes as the 'zizz' of a force field erecting itself around the Captain. It was now that Mal saw who it was on the other end of the force field, Worf, the Security Officer.
"Why aren't you dead?" Was the first thing Mal thought of to say. He growled, curling his lips in anger at just being shot at before answering the question.
"No weapon such as that can be fired on this ship. We do not behave in such barbarity." He churned out, his own weapon raised.
"Wow now. You jumped me. Just a might surprised when you popped round the corner, you might say." Mal began to rant off, eyeing the weapon in Worf's hand. "Now lets talk bout this like civilized men. I ain't got no weapon that exactly works so why don't you go do me a favor and lower yours."
At that moment Riker emerged from another corner. Taking in the situation, he walked up to Worf, placing a hand of Worf's fazer and gently pushed it down. The Klingon was still growling but knew the silent order Riker had given him. Slapping the fazer back onto his waist he turned to Riker to explain.
They had been sitting quietly, Simon had been looking at some padds Doctor Crusher had given him on his sister and River, had been staring peacefully out into space. But that moment had quickly left as River, stiffly stood, her body rigid. "There here. There here. There here." She chanted over and over again, her voice become louder and louder until she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
"River, what's wrong? Who's here?" Simon had tried but she was too frantic to listen to his soothing voice. Her head whipped around the room, looking for something big. Her eyes fell upon a light fashioned wooden chair tucked neatly under a small table. She gracefully pulled it out, holding it above her head and threw it at the door where it crumpled, chunks and sticks of wood flying in every direction. There was a calm that seemed to wash over her and she stood very still.
As the last of the debris fell, the doors swished open, emitting a furious looking Worf, a concerned looking Riker and the ever stiff and unemotional looking Data. River looked sharply at the Klingon, before lunging herself at him, knocking him to the floor. She distantly heard the frantic shouts of her brother trying to reason with her as she and Worf traded blow for blow. Leaping back in a summersault, River soured through the air, landing a spinning kick squarely at Worf's face followed by a duck and knocking the legs out from under him before he had the time to recover. It was then that Data was able to get behind her to restrain her the best the could, be grabbing her under the arms and locking him in his. She was screaming, flinging herself desperately trying to get free before Simon came up behind her, taking her arms and injecting a strong sedative into her blood stream. She went limp, now in a deep sleep.
Worf picked himself off the floor, wiping away blood now spurting from his obviously broken nose.
"Get yourself Sickbay." Riker said nodding to him and then to Data who was holding River. Simon stood behind them, a look of defeat on his face. He motioned to follow them but Riker held him back.
"What the hell was that?" He asked, anger rising in his voice.
"I don't know." He answered truthfully. "She was doing fine. She's just so unpredictable; I thought she was getting better."
"Getting better?" Riker inquired. He had the funny feeling he was referring to the brain scans Beverly had taken and tried to explain as best she could to the Captain and himself.
"You saw the scans. Not event the best Doctors in the Verse would have the skills to reverse what damage was done to her." Simon defended her.
Riker sighed, before nodding the OK for Simon to follow in pursuit of his sister and hopefully find out what had set her off.
"What?!" Inara's eyes opened wide with the clear look of shock written everywhere as she continued to maintain the composure she kept so well.
Inara had been getting to know some of the Enterprise crew. She was glad to meet some new people, even if she knew she would never see them again if they managed to get back home. In truth, she had no place in this world. They were almost perfect, but she could feel the funny looks most of the people gave her when they passed by the table she sat at in Ten-ford. It had quickly spread what her specific job was on board Serenity. Surprising, most had been disgusted; where's back in her space, she had been highly sought after, and honoured by those decent people she knew. But not here. Being a companion and being on Enterprise was like interacting with different people who had the same feelings Mal had about her, and that was frightening. Deanna had been the first to approach her since word had spread and had been genuinely interested in what she had to say. They had become quick friends. But that was not what she had on her mind at this particular moment. No. Word spread quickly on any ship, and word had spread to her about River. Taking out the giant of an alien in less then a minute was a record high apparently, and not good. She snapped up from her seat, Deanna behind her heels as they both made their way swiftly to Sickbay, where Inara knew by now the rest of the crew would be.