A stinging blow across the face was Trip's rousing call. His eyes snapped open at the pain, but his drowsiness remained. He couldn't exactly remember where he was, or how he got there for that matter, but what he did know, was that there was a disgruntled looking reptile's face right up against his.

Trip jerked back at the startling image before him, or, at least tried to. His body was strapped to a cold metal surface, it looked kinda like a table. But it was a damn sight more intimidating, considering he was restrained against it.

The room was dark, the only light emitting from some purplish coils embedded in the wall, one on each corner of the room. He had to admit it was scary as hell, and the various technologies littered across the room, connected to what he assumed was some sort control console, didn't help the gut feeling that something really bad was coming his way…

Back on Enterprise:

"Status report Ensign" Reed strode with purpose off the turbo-lift, exuding a quiet sense of control. It was this no-nonsense manner that left a substantial rift between his command style versus the Captain's. And although he would never say it aloud, he was definitely of the opinion that Tucker ran too loose a ship. But the crew all seemed to adore him, and loyalty was a large part in ship-wide operations. So he must be doing something right, possibly.

"Lieutenant! The Xindi took the Captain Sir, and they-"

Reed held up his hand, halting the Ensign's panicked speech. "Alert all department heads, have them report immediately to the conference room."

"Aye Sir" mumbled a distraught Travis. He asked for a damn report, stuck up piece of shit…

Aboard the Xindi Vessel:

Trip's screech of pain reverberated all around the room. As the electrical current was conducted through him, simultaneously he was injected by pin point sharp needles. He could even see the green fluid pumping through the transparent tubes.

The barrage of pain, so intense, was equally as confusing to his drug addled mind. He couldn't decide if he were hot or cold, numb or hyper-sensitive. And all the while he could hear the alien's voice ringing through his head, asking him questions he couldn't even really comprehend at the moment.

Enterprise? Oh, yeah. The ship. His ship.

"Why are you here, human?"

Trip just laid there, mouth hanging open slightly. "Romulans" he muttered, "Romulans killing" he paused, a faraway look in his glazed eyes. "Romulans killing us, killing everbody! You have to stop them!" His voice rose slowly to its peak, where the panic overtook him. Another scream was elicited from his sore throat, as the constant pain intensified, and the dial continued turning…