Trip felt a certain amount of pride, for what he didn't know. Well, he did know, it just didn't make sense, they currently had the most technologically advanced ship around, probably in the whole quadrant, even if it was just given to them. Maybe it just felt good to demand a little respect, normally the Vulcan's would sniff disdainfully at the primitive humans, holding back just enough tech to leave them begging. But now look at who had the secrets, who had the power, he-.
Oh god what was he thinking?! He was acting like an arrogant barbarian, worse dammit, he was gonna have to roll in these rampant feelings of power, he didn't want to end up like that Khan fella from the eugenics war.
"Sir both the Andorians and Vulcans are responding to our hails."
Trip tilted his head thoughtfully for a moment , "Put them both up onscreen."
The view of space shifted to two equally battered Bridges, and to his surprise, Shran and Soval.
Trip schooled his features instantly, putting on a mask of calm determination. "This is Captain Tucker of the starship Enterprise."
That gaining him some looks from the surrounding humans he continued. "I have no wish to inflict more damage on either of your ships, and for that reason I have disabled both of them, in the interest of a peaceful solution." Damn, who woulda known he could speak so eloquently?
Shran lost it, his antenna flat forward in a display of anger. "Who are you to dictate Andorian affairs?! We have been at war with the Vulcans for over half a century!"
Soval followed suit, however in a more, logical, manner. "Uncommon as it is, I happen to agree with the Andorian Mr. Tucker, you have no jurisdiction in this space."
Trip hated to do it this way, but no one was gonna listen to him otherwise. "You are Captain Soval, I assume?"
A line of eyebrows raised at the aliens knowledge. "That is correct".
Trip nodded, "And you are Captain Shran". It wasn't a question.
"How do you my name pinkskin?" the blue alien spat.
Trip ignored him, "Ensign lower shields".
"Sir?"
"Do it Ensign"
As Travis complied, Trip continued with his speech.
"Your scanners should still be operational enough to see that I hold enough fire power to destroy a small planet."
"Is that a threat pinkskin?" came the growled response of shran.
Shaking his head, "no, not a threat, just a fact, a fact that means you'd better watch the insults".
Shran looked like he was about to explode.
On the Vulcan half of the screen however, "what is it you want?"
Trip grinned, "I thought you'd never ask"…
Aboard the Vulcan Cruiser T'khut:
Soval was perplexed, this human, as they now knew his species was called, had insisted on a conference aboard his ship. It was Soval's duty to ensure that the outcome resulted in their favor.
He had come to the still intact ready room with another Vulcan.
"T'pol". He addressed his science officer.
"The alien has allowed for an escort of one other to accompany their respective Captain, as such I choose you".
A delicate eyebrow was raised, alone saying all that needed to be said. "I fail to see the logic in your selection, Major Stonn is quite adept at diffusing difficult political situations."
Soval nodded, now he had to raise a slightly uncomfortable topic, even for a Vulcan. "Yes, that is true, and normally the Major would be the logical choice, however, he is a male." Soval left it at that, hoping she would make the correct inference. She did not.
"And?" T'pol prompted.
Soval sighed, a clear telling of the strain placed on his emotional control. "The Captain of the alien ship is a male, and you are a female."
T'pol, if anything, appeared disgusted, before her reflexes kicked in, and her features were impassively schooled once again. "You wish me to seduce him?"
"Their vessel is, impressive, beyond anything of either Vulcan or Andoria, having it on our side would practically ensure victory. Your V'shar training and telepathic aptitude make you the logical choice to carry out this mission."
Not a thing crossed her features, "understood"…