A/N the beginning was in Shuttle-pod one, if anyone was wondering. the last part of this chapter comes straight form the episode, just to clarify things. Now onto the disclaimers and such. Hope you enjoy it. Because the prologue was so short I combined that with chapter one.
Disclaimer: I own only Lt. Major Briana Shepard, the rest belong to their respective creators.
Reed and Tucker(Trip) were under blankets passing a half empty bottle of Kentucky bourbon between themselves.
"With all the girls you've dated, didn't you ever say 'That's the one', Malcolm?" Trip asked, huddling deeper into the woolen blanket.
Malcolm thought for a while, after a minute saying. "Nope, can't say that I've had Lt."
Trip held the bottle of bourbon up, "Here's to the girl that'll knock you flat on your face and you'll fall in love with her."
After proposing that unique toast of his, Trip passed the bottle to Reed after taking a swig.
"Does that sound modulated enough for you?"
Trip looked up from his blanket. "Modulated?"
Reed gestured with the bottle towards the cockpit. "The radio! Or is it just the galaxy giggling at us?"
A drunk, freezing Trip answered Malcolm's question, his voice muffled by his blanket. " It can giggle all it wants. It's not getting any of our bourbon."
Chapter1
Several years went by, and Lieutenant Malcolm Reed forgot all about that toast in the shuttle-pod. No one knew about it except commander Tucker and himself, and probably no one ever would.
At the moment, Lieutenant Reed, Captain Archer, Ensign Hoshi Sato, Commanders Tucker and T'pol, and several security officers were on an away mission.
So far, nothing harmful or considered a threat showed up, but that never made the head security chief lower his guard.
Before they went around a corner, Captain Archer halted the group. Something told Reed, He'd better go first and not his captain.
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Briana Stepped into the gate leading towards her home. Unlike the rest of her team, she didn't spend all her time on Atlantis. It wasn't really home, just a deserted planet no one knew about anymore. It helped being able to read the gate addresses like a second language.
The gate instinctively closed after all of Major Briana Shepard stepped through.
Instead of the usual abandoned fields, Briana stepped into a bustling market place. She bumped into a orange looking fella, just then realizing none of the people were human and no one understood any English.
After knocking down several Aliens' merchandise, Briana was more then just a little annoyed. She was covered in several alien beverages. After several people, who she couldn't understand, were done with cussing her out(persumably), Briana had it up to here with them.
Then two tall aliens pushed past several merchants. Briana barely had enough time to jump out of the way of flying stuff, But one of them spotted her. Briana didn't know what the warrior like men wanted with her. Her hand started edging towards her Bowie knife at her waist, still watching the two Klingons. The taller of the two saw her moving towards the knife.
He nudged his companion, saying "The female thinks she is a warrior, brother.", in Klingon. Both of them laughed deep belly laughs.
Briana had learned Klingon quite well, from having to decode everything her cousin John, said when he had visited her family. She got many jokes about the way she lived, and about her military career, so it came to no surprise that she was the object of their laughing.
Briana had just about had it with everyone. She moved faster then a snake, drawing and throwing her knife at the one who told the joke. Her aim was was perfect like always, she was champion of darts tourney three years running, of course. The Klingon fell with her knife in his heart, a look of utter surprise on his face.
"Next time, watch your tongue you dis-honorable pig!" She spat out at the dead Klingon, while pulling her blade out.
The other Klingon stopped laughing when his companion fell. He looked the female up and down, and saw a warrior in her. She cleaned her knife, wich was not not three bladed like his was a mess, yet her black hair was kept like his, long and lose.
She wasn't very tall, only 5'8, but she stood proud like a Warrior. Kurak would hvve guess that she had some Klingon in her, if Humans had been in space for longer then they had. The man who laid in his own blood was one of the most skilled warriors in the empire, yet a a small human female with hair of black had killed him..
When Briana turned to the joker's companion, she stared at him. The man was tall, around 6'10. He wore a knife at his waist, like her. "I hate being laughed at." She said clearly in perfect Klingon." What is you name?"
"Kurak, of the 7th house of Kozark. Yours?" He said proudly.
"Lt. Major Briana Shepard. Daughter of General Sean Shepard." She answered him, just as proudly. "Your friend was a a poor excuse of a warrior, Kurak."
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After entering the main compound, Captain Archer divided the away team into groups. He and T'pol went towards the Klingon crusine section, hoping to find the brothers of the House of Kozark. Malcom and Trip headed towards the what appeared to be a struggle. Hoshi went with the two men. Once they got close to the struggle, a person was pushed out of the fight. She spun and hit Malcom, before trowing herself into the fray once again.
"Didn't those clothes look at least a little familiar, Commander?" Reed asked, rubbing his jaw. It didn't hurt so much as he was surprised.
"A little, I'd say she was miliarty, she wore the same pattern as Haye's men." Trip wirily answered. Pulling his phaser from the hostler, Trip switched the settings from kill to stun. He then proceded to stun several of the people brawling. Reed helped pick of the combatets, Stopping when he was face to face with an antqic gun.
"Who are you?" The woman behind the gun spoke for the first time. It was the same woman that had punched Malcom earlier.
Trip stepped in lowering the gun pointed at his friend. " We're just passing through looking for friends of ours." His texan accent rollered thick over his words, like syrup on pancakes.
The woman seemed surprised that he understood her and spoke English. "You speak my language?" She asked incredible. "You talk English."
Hoshie interjectted. "Yes, we're from Earth. We won't hurt you." She tried to calmly dissolve the tense between the four of them.
"What trickery is this? Earth is in a whole 'nother galaxy." She pointed her weapon straight at Hoshi. "You're Wraith, Other wise you wouldn't have weapons like these."
Hoshi stopped moving and slowly raised her hands when the unknown woman pointed her gun at her. Both Commanders imeetadly pointed their phasers at the woman.
"I am not Wraith, trust me. We have never encounted that species. Earth is in this galaxy, the milky way." The japaness translator tried to explain to the woman. But the unknown woman refused to believe Hoshi spoke the truth.
"NO! Earth is in the milky way, this is supposed to be the Pegasus galaxy. If you never met the Wraith, try to keep it that way." Malcom noticed that the woman started to get a little histerical and her weapon wavered. Seeing his chance, the securrity officer hit the woman in the chest with a bolt of blue eletricity. She instantly collapsed.
Hoshi lowered her hands as Reed radioed the captain. Trip started to disarm the woman. "She looks as if she could wage a war by herself." When she fell, a two pieces of rounded metal about the size of a couple inches and shaped in a rectanlge shape, came out form her shirt. Seeing the glint, Trip went to have closer look. "Malcom, what can you make of this?"
Malcom looked to what Commander Tucker was examing. "Looks like a pair of dog-tags. Military personell used them to exaim their desceased, when the bodies were hhard to tell who it was. They stopped using them a couple years before world war three."
The words on the dog-tags spelled out Major Briana Sheppard, and then her serial number.
"The Captain needs to see this." Malcom suddenly declared.
A single Klingon walked by, but stopped when he saw Briana on the floor. "I am Kurak of the House of Kozak. You have felled a mighty warrior of your race." He spoke heatedly, seeing the humans around the felled Sheppard.
"This mighty warrior is only unconious, Kurak. How do you know of her?" Trip asked saractically.
"She killed my brother in a fight earlier. I have been looking for you, Starfleet." Kurak answered, quite proudly I might say.
"Took down an armed Klingon. Hmm, Sheppard that name sounds flamilar." Malcom muttered to himself, rifling through the woman's tact vest, something he was surprised to see that wasn't in a meusem. Most of her gear, was mentioned in his history books when he was a kid. The P-90 that was clipped to the black tact vest, the hand-gun on her leg, even the knife and uniform, all of that he read about in history class when he was a kid.
The Captain and T'pol came running up, just then. "Commander, you said you found something unusal?" He asked curious, seeing the Klingon and unknown woman on the ground.
"Yeah, Kurak of the house of Kozark, met this lady earlier, she killed his brother. When we met her, she was in a middle of a brawl." Trip filled the two on recent events.
When Briana groggily pulled herself up from the ground, she found herself in a cell. Something that was 2feet by maybe 8feet. Not a lot of space and the front was covered in clear, plastic glass or sorts that had a chicken wire look to it. She stood just as a man entered, noting how the men guarding the cell stood taller, she realized that this was a man of higher rank. He had on a blue flight suit. His hair was short in a miliarty cut.
"Ah I see you are awake." His accent briefly reminded Briana of her time on Atlantis, when the british were included in the personell list.