Hey, kids! Sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything. I've been rather busy with family stuff, and I was hangin' out with a friend. :]
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Only T'Pel. :P
"Whatever the case, we need to get aboard Nero's ship undetected." Jim was saying. Bones, Sulu, and T'Pel stood around him.
"We can't just go in there guns blazing, Jim," said Bones. "Not with their technology."
"I'm telling you, the math doesn't support what you're suggesting." Said Sulu.
T'Pel sighed and leaned against one of the control boards and crossed her arms. They'd been arguing for a good 45 minutes, and she was about sick of it. She looked up and saw Pavel coming over to join the group. She smiled at the thought that he might have some sort of plan to get them out of this mess.
"Captain Kirk." He tapped Jim's shoulder. "Captain Kirk!"
"Yes, Mr. Chekov." Kirk turned to face him. He seemed annoyed. "What is it?"
"Based on the Narada's course from Vulcan, I have projected that Nero will travel past Saturn. Like you said, we need to stay invisible to Nero, or he'll destroy us. If Mr. Scoot can get us to warp factor 4, and if we can drop out of warp behind one of Saturn's moons, say, Titan, the magnetic distortion from the planet's rings will make us invisible to Nero's sensors. From there as long as the drill is not actuated, we can beam aboard the enemy ship."
"Aye, that might work." Said the Scottish man, Scotty, ridding his ears of water with a towel.
"Wait a minute, kid. How old are you?" said McCoy.
"Seventeen, sir." Chekov said cheerfully.
"Oh, good, he's 17."
"Hey, I'm sixteen. I'm younger than he is." T'Pel stepped in, pointing to Pavel.
"Well, but-"
"Doctor." They all turned at Spock's voice, surpised by his presence. "Mr. Chekov is correct. I can confirm his telemetry. If Mr. Sulu is able to maneuver us into position, I can beam aboard Nero's ship, steal back the black hold device, and, if possible, bring back Captain Pike."
"I won't allow you to do that, Mr. Spock." Said Kirk.
"Romulans and Vulcans share a common ancestry. Our cultural similarities will make it easier for our cultural similarities will make it easier for me to access the ship's computer to locate the device. Also my mother was human, which makes Earth the only home I have left."
"Then I'm coming with you."
"I can help, too." Said T'Pel. "Let me go with you."
"No, T'Pel. It's too dangerous." Jim barely looked at her. "And you're going back to assistant engineer."
"What? But Jim-"
"But nothing. Spock, let's go. Bones, you have the Conn. And Chekov."
"Yes, Captain?" he looked up, almost at attention.
"You take care of her, ya hear?"
One of the corners of his mouth lifted. "Yes, sir."
He disappeared into the turbo lift, and Bones but a hand on T'Pel's shoulder. "He's right, you know."
She sighed. "I know."
"Plus," Pavel took her hands. They were ice cold. "I just found you." He whispered. "I don't want to take a chance in losing you."
She smiled. "Thank you, Pavel. I don't want to lose you either."
"Come on." McCoy tore them apart and they went to their stations. This time, T'Pel sat in the Captain's chair. She had her medical kit in case of a medical emergency, and she was prepared for any kind of engineering problem, or if she was needed at communications.
"All stop in three, two, one." Sulu took them out of warp and everything stopped. "Give me one-quarter impulse burst for five seconds. I'll do the rest with thrusters. On my mark."
"Aye." Chekov replied quietly, ready for anything.
"Fire." Sulu nodded to T'Pel and she pressed the intercom.
"Transporter Room. We are in position above Titan." She said.
"Really?" came Scotty's voice. "Fine job, Mr. Sulu. Well done."
"T'Pel, whatever happens," Kirk said through the intercom. "If you think you have the tactical advantage, you fire on that ship, even if we're still on board. That's an order."
T'Pel took a deep breath before answering. "Acknowledged, Captain."
"Otherwise we'll contact the Enterprise when we're ready to be beamed back."
"Yes, Jim."
"T'Pel, you know I only want you safe. Bones is there if you need him. And, Chekov."
"Yes, Captain?" Pavel turned around.
"You take care of her. That's an order."
"Yes, sir."
"Kirk, out."
"Alright, Kid." Bones lifted T'Pel and took her seat, planting her feet on the ground. "You're needed at communications.
Uhura ran in. "Transport are inoperative."
"Communications, too." Said T'Pel as Uhura joined her. "Sulu, please tell me you have them. Otherwise we won't be able to beam them back."
"Kirk and Spock are on their own now." Sulu said.
XxX
It was a long time before anyone heard from Kirk and Spock or even picked up anything on any scanners. Everyone was tense, waiting for whatever was meant to happen. For the most part, it was quiet, save for the sounds of the machinery around them. Bones sat in the captain's chair, waiting patiently, and T'Pel was pacing the bridge, her medical kit over her shoulder and a PADD in her hand, going over stuff she had already tested at least six times each. She would wander over to each of the stations every now and then and review its performance, even though she already tested the whole bridge more than a few times.
Sulu suddenly picked up some missiles and they went into warp to arrive just in time for them to beam Spock, Kirk and Captain Pike back onto the ship.
"Come on, Kid," McCoy told T'Pel. "I'm gonna need all the help I can get. Chekov, you have the Conn."
They ran out of the bridge and down to the transporter room, meeting the party at the transporter pad.
"Nice timing, Scotty!" said Kirk, Captain Pike leaning on his shoulder.
Scotty laughed. "I've never beamed three people from two targets onto one pad before!"
"Jim!" T'Pel ran in, Bones right on her heels.
"T'Pel, Bones!" Kirk handed Pike over to Bones and another male nurse as T'Pel pulled out her medical tricorder and held it in front of Pike, walking backwards as they moved towards medical bay.
But it wasn't ten minutes that they got him into sickbay that the ship began to shake violently. They ignored it and continue to fix up Captain Pike, but when the walls began to get small cracks in them that T'Pel felt she was needed in the engineering room.
"Bones, can you handle this?" T'Pel yelled over the loud noise, preparing a hypo spray for Pike.
McCoy took it from her. "Yes, go!"
She ran out down towards the engine room, pushing people out of the way and into the turbo lift. She never realized how slow those things were until now. She was antsy all the way down to deck 19, and she ran out and into the main control room. Scotty was already there, running among the engines, shouting out over the intercom to Kirk on the bridge.
"Go to maximum warp!" Kirk was saying. "Push it!"
"I'm giving her all she's got, Captain!" Scotty seemed slightly panicked.
"Scotty!" she ran in and began to review one of the controls.
"Who are you?" he stopped running.
"Lieutenant Petrova, sir, assistant to chief engineer and chief surgeon, and assistant communications officer." She pressed some buttons on the control board, and turned to another one, repeating her motions. "What's the problem down here?"
Scotty joined her on the controls. "We're in warp, but we can't break free of the gravity from the black hole."
"T'Pel, get out of there! It's dangerous!" said Jim up on the bridge. Chekov turned around.
"She's down there?"
"Jim, I'm doing my job!" She argued through the intercom.
"Scotty," she turned to him. "If we eject the core and detonate,"
"The blast could be enough to push us away." He finished for her.
"Exactly."
"That might work."
"I cannae promise anything, though!" Kirk listened to their conversation through the intercom.
"It's worth a try, Jim!"
Kirk was silent a moment, thinking it through. He didn't have a lot of time. Chekov looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to put her in that danger. But T'Pel was right, this was her job. She knew what she was getting herself into when she signed up for Starfleet.
"Do it, do it, do it!" Kirk ordered.
Scotty and T'Pel nodded to each other. She ran off to clear the engine room and he got straight to work, working at lightning speed. T'Pel made sure everyone was out and ran to check the cylinders. She slid to a stop when she saw one of them stuck, and she saw what the problem was. One of the locks was jammed. She'd have to open it manually.
"Scotty!" she jumped for it as he ran around the corner.
"Petrova, no!" he tried to reach her, but I was too late. She got the cylinder unjammed, but screamed as it threw her back against the rail. She hit the floor unconscious. This mission was just not on her side for safety. Scotty ran to her and checked for a pulse. She was still alive, and she wasn't bleeding, but that was the outside. He picked her up and took off for the bridge.
XxX
"Captain!" Scotty ran in with T'Pel in his arms.
Jim turned and immediately shot out of his chair as Scotty set her down on the floor. Pavel ran to her side.
"Get McCoy in here!" Jim ordered. T'Pel tried to open her eyes, and blurs of colors filled what vision she had when with her eyes only half open, and voices were distorted. It made her dizzy and gave her an even worse headache than she already had. She searched for black, and gold and blue, but she could feel herself slipping again. She tried to sit up on her elbows, but someone pushed her back down. She couldn't tell who it was by sight or sound. She felt nauseous. Suddenly, a blur of blue pushed its way to her, and she felt a warm hand on her cheek. She knew that touch, and she felt slightly better knowing Bones was there. He was trying to ask her questions, or speak to her in some way, but she couldn't understand anything, and her vision was going dark again.
"P...Pavel?" she attempted to speak, hoping it didn't sound like it did to her ears. She felt a hand grab hers, and she slowly slipped away.
Oh man! :D
Cally