Trip waited at the starboard docking area, Lt. Reed was currently doing the same on the port side. Both men were accompanied by four security guards, just a safety precaution, Trip didn't want their visitors getting any ideas.
The panel lit up green, announcing the completion of the decompression cycle. Typing in the security code, Trip wondered if maybe he should ha-, there was no time to finish that thought as the door slid open.
Inside was Soval and-, Trip's jaw promptly fell open. It was, it- it was "T'pol" he whispered. He still hadn't figured out why their little time traveling escapade had left her behind. But here she was, in the flesh. He gulped, completely lost, he felt like a misbehaving kid under her cool gaze, those wonderful, almond brown eyes you could just lose yourself in.
"Permission to come aboard Captain?" It was Soval, whose unflinching gaze paled in comparison.
"Oh uh-, yes, yes permission granted." He stammered, tearing his eyes away from T'pol's face. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn't remember liking her that much.
T'pol's Perspective:
The human was surprisingly receptive, however he seemed to possess a familiarity concerning herself. Looking back she realized that he had had information regarding her's and the Andorian's Captain, a possible explanation would simply be an advanced intelligence operation, but the look on Tucker's face relayed a sense of, personal, familiarity. That however, was impossible, any contact with a new alien species was documented, and one with this level of technological superiority would not be easily forgotten.
This enigma would have to be solved at a later time, for the human Captain appeared to have regained his composure, and was now leading them through the corridors. T'pol's mind tapped into her security training, eyes unblinking as she memorized the layout of the Enterprise…
Shran's Perspective:
Shran sat at the oval wooden table in a room dispensed of all objects except the table itself and the chairs sealed to the ground. These pinkskins were infuriatingly competent, not one single weapon could be found or made in this room, but Shran didn't need any tools to kill a Vulcan.
He threw a glare at the nearest human, complete with antenna quivering in the man's direction. To his credit this Lt. Reed didn't so much as flinch, eyes sparing him a mere glance before resuming his steady stare of the opposite wall.
Finally the door swished open, and it was damn good timing to, he was literally a second away from really losing his temper. It mightn't have been that bad, he supposed, barely containing a savage grin.
Tucker's Perspective:
Trip walked through the door, praying that the actual Captain would wake up any second now, and demand to take over the proceedings himself, saving Trip the utter hell that was dealing with an Andorian and Vulcan in the same room. He wasn't the religious type, but it didn't hurt, well, up to when he had kicked that bulkhead in a fit, that had hurt.
Taking a seat at one end of the table, Trip observed his unwilling guests as they settled into their seats, the blank, emotionless slates they passed for a face pointed in his direction. Or in the blue guy's case, a bomb set to the ticker.
He had just opened his mouth to begin what he hoped would be a relatively simple and quick session, but not even .5 seconds in and that hope was viciously squashed.
"Spare us the formalities, Captain pinkskin, but my crew is getting rather tired of this game, either you finish us or let us about our buissness, Vulcans won't kill themselves you know."
It was really hard to interpret Shran's expression, it was kinda like a mix of anger and joy combined, and maybe just a dash of bloodlust. To be honest it scared the living daylights out of him, but he wouldn't let that show, noooo boy, showing weakness around an Andorian was not the smartest thing to do.
"Obviously, Vulcans do not condone the homicide of our own people, unlike the Andorians, I believe you yourself had a part in the destruction of Paan Mokar."
Trip looked at Soval sharply, apparently even the Vulcans couldn't be trusted to act civilized. He honestly had no idea how to handle this situation, so with a split decision he launched forward, ignoring the doubt and worry lurking in the back of his mind.
"There is no logic in disputing facts that will never be conceded by the other side Ambassa-, Captain Soval."
Catching his slip practically too late, he recovered quickly considering. He just hoped they'd let it slide as a slip of the tongue.
Even Shran looked surprised at that one, "You've got a point human, these traitorous bastards would never accept any dirt on their conscience, it's too precious to their damn logic."
Inwardly Trip sighed, this was gonna take a while…