T'pol's Perspective:
Tucker had left the room approximately two minutes beforehand, leaving herself and the Andorian tactical officer, Tallas, to be briefed by her counterpart aboard the Enterprise.
After agreeing to "think about it", as Tucker himself had said, it was decided that a representation from both planets would reside aboard the Enterprise for the time being. Personally, T'pol thought that the Human's goal of attaining peace was nothing more than a ruse, something meant to distract them while whatever scheme they were planning went its course. Although, it did seem improbable that they would choose a lie that both Vulcan and Andoria would object to.
No peace would be reached, whether by the Humans hand or not. Regardless of the intricacies of deceiving, it was essential to uncover their intentions, force was already proven not to be an option. So, unnerving as it might be, T'pol would need to gather the information through more, emotional, methods.
His familiarity with her, however that had happened, would no doubt be a boon in gaining his trust.
Glancing to her right, Tallas appeared to be listening intently to Lt. Reed's listing of which areas were off limits on board.
The Andorian might well prove an adversary for the Captains affection, for all T'pol knew Shran had given her similar orders.
Either way, she was confident that through logic, she would prevail…
Tucker's Perspective:
The basic concepts were easy to grasp, these new warp engines had a fairly similar design, just more power. And as easy as that should have made it to figure out the whole system, Trip couldn't make head or tail of it. And they would need to, cause while it wasn't that likely they would take much damage with these new shields, maintaining them might very well end up a problem. And he didn't want to be in the middle of two pissed off fleets without their main advantage. Maybe if he could jus-
"Hey Boss!"
Ah dammit, Hess.
"Yeah what's up Anna!" He yelled from the junction he was underneath. Footsteps approached as he tried to pull himself deeper into the junction, he knew it was kinda childish, but damn if this wasn't what an engineer lived for.
"Trip you've been down here since before my shift started, get out and catch some Z's."
He let out a tired sigh, "yeah I suppose so, I'm just gonna-"
A powerful yank on his left foot brought him out a couple inches. "Alright alright, jeez, why don't you just spank me while you're at it?"
A chuckle met his ears as he pulled himself out.
"You wish, now get that southern accent outta here."
Shaking his head, a wry smile plastered on his face as Trip made his way out of engineering…
The halls were awfully quiet, it was the late shift, anyone who wasn't working was either sleeping or getting drunk. Depressing as it was, chef had informed him that not only had the crew been drinking more in general, but that a large supply had actually been stolen.
Stifling a yawn behind his fist, he would deal with that tomorrow, he actually was pretty tired.
He made a bend around the corner, just as a fist connected with his nose. Tumbling to the ground he faintly recognized a hypo-spray against his neck, before everything went black…