Civilized Savages By Didi

Disclaimers: Star Trek is owned by the late and great Gene Roddenberry. I own nothing within this story except the improbable idea behind it. Paramount owns the rights to the show and I do wish they would run of the wonderful reruns of the older series. Please don't sue me cause I have no money and will have to pay you in lint.

Summery: When one of their own goes missing, Enterprise crew goes on a search as to why.

Acknowledgement: To my darling Julie who loves Star Trek and is always willing to listen to me either rag or rave about episodes. Always know that you're opinion is more important than the stupid producers.

RATING: Rated R for content.

Note: I know that Enterprise hasn't been on television for long and the characterizing of the characters on the show may not be accurate but it's the way I see them. Bear me with here as I attempt to give some life to this. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Five ~~~~~~~~~~ Sublevel Eight - Temporary Quarters

"Oh my lord," Reed muttered darkly as he stepped into the room. "That's..."

"The guy Hoshi was talking to earlier," Tucker finished as he slowly turned the man over. "I may be wrong but I think he's still alive."

T'Pol made no sound as she moved to check on the alien who appear to be leaking some kind of green liquid on the ground. "He is alive but he is bleeding to death." She pointed to the handle of what would appear to be a small weapon of some sort. "Moving him back to the ship for medical attention would be the logical course of action at the moment."

"Where in the bloody hell is Hoshi?" Reed asked as he glanced around the small quarter. "Travis, could you go and see if there is anyone hiding in the bath."

Mayweather nodded his head and headed into the only other door in the room. Tucker pulled a soft green scarf off the couch and wrapped it gently but firmly around the handle of what he assumed was a dagger. "We'll have to leave it in there until the doctor can see it. Don't want blood gushing out."

Archer nodded his agreement and caught Reed when the man's legs wobbled under him. "Easy there, Mr. Reed."

"Thanks," Reed sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, a grave-faced Mayweather came back into the room. "Anything?" The young man shook his head slowly, sadden that he hadn't found anything.

"Okay," Archer sighed and reassessed the situation in his mind. "First of all, Hoshi is obviously not here and we can only assume this was done to get to her. We need to get the wounded back to the ship and figure things out from there. T'Pol, you and Trip are going stay here and see if anyone has heard anything about strangers asking about Hoshi or humans in general. Mayweather, since there some to be some kind of communications jammer around here, you are going to run back to the ship and get the doctor out here. We need him and some more crewmen to carry our wounded back. Take care of him," pointing to the down alien, "first. Sorry Malcolm, I know you are hurting right now but I believe that he's injuries are more serious."

"Don't apologize, sir." Reed made a face, more of disgust than pain. "Serves me right for leaving Hoshi alone in the first place."

"Not your fault." Archer patted the man on the arm and nodded for Mayweather to take off first, which he young man did phaser first.

"Yeah," Tucker sighed and leaned his arm against the wall while T'Pol attended their bleeding alien friend. "My fault entirely. Shouldn't have left the two of your alone like that. Stupid, stupid, stupid..." Trip hit his forehead hard with the palm of his head.

"Stop that!" Archer snapped. "Both of you. It was not foreseen and that was my fault. We need to move pass that, Hoshi is missing and possibly hurt. Our first priority is to her safety. You guys want to feel guilty, do it on your own time." He said ruthlessly. The last thing the two men needed was sympathy; they needed a way to be useful. "Trip, you and T'Pol stay here until the medical team gets here. Then you're to go back and canvas the area. Leave no stone unturned and no witness unquestioned. Malcolm, once you're patched up, I want you to take a look at the knife that Dr. Phlox will be extracting from our friend over there. I want the make and origin of that weapon in my hand. If we're lucky, Hoshi may not have been taken of the station. Let's see if we can find them before they move her. Obviously they want her alive for some reason, lets find her before she becomes 'un'-alive." He watched his men carefully, noting the determination in their eyes. "Okay, let's get to work."

~~~~~~~~~~ Klingon Warbird Kollarg

The Klingons apparently saw no reason as to tie her up, since they were a) aboard their ship, b) in outer space, and c) no one wanted get close enough to the crying woman to do so. Hoshi had realized after not too long that her high pitched wailing were none too kind to the Klingon's sensitive ears. Therefore, whenever anyone one of them approached her, she would let out a wonderfully loud scream of fright. She found that this worked rather well.

Unfortunately, even the discomfort of having a near hysterical woman with them didn't deter the warriors from taking her from Mr. Chiqu-Shue's quarters. Hoshi sincerely hoped that the man was not harmed when the Klingons forcefully extracted her from the safely of behind the big soft chair that she had try to hide herself behind once they made their intentions care. Why she thought that the chair was going to protect her was beyond her, perhaps one of those naturally instinctive movements that have yet to be evolved out of the human psyche.

With a sigh, Hoshi took a good look at the room that the Klingon with the red eye-patched Klingon had thrust her in while she was making pathetic noises since his grip on her arm had been excruciatingly tight. She had to admit that the man let up some when she first cried out with pain. Apparently the Klingons weren't use to handling anything as delicate as a human before.

For a warrior race, the room was strangely comfortable. Someone obviously has taken the time to make the room comfortable for her. The walls weren't the same sharp silver gray as the corridors and bridge. A softer pale gray drapes lined the wall, making the room less harsh and intimidating. There was a soft bed in the corner; somehow Hoshi didn't see a race of warriors sleeping on feather beds. She would imagine that they slept on nails as a way of disciplining their bodies. A table sat at the side, with her translator and other various assortment of instrument on it.

Curious beyond belief, she moved to the table. Someone had hooked her translator up to another device on the table, one that resembled her shipboard universal language converter. "Hum... they weren't kidding when they said that they needed my skills."

Being that her greatest love was language, she sat down and began to play with the two equipments before her. After two hours, she was pretty certain that her grasp of the Klingon written language was as good as any linguist that should come along. Her first opportunity to study this particular culture had been under rather precautious and dangerous times, but with the silence of the room, she's beginning to rather appreciate that subtleness of the language. While it was rough and guttural sounding, it was a very complex and a fine construction of centuries of change in the vocal box. It was very likely what the prehistoric sounds of the caveman on earth would sound like. With a little more practice, Hoshi was sure she could speak like a native.

"You have begun your task." The deep grunt came from the door that had opened not too long ago, but so deep was Hoshi in her study that she failed to hear it hiss open.

She jumped up and opened her mouth to scream but stopped herself short. There was something rather familiar about this new Klingon that has entered. The lightness of his hair was different from the previous three, and there was something familiar about his voice to her ultra sensitive ears, she could almost remember.... "Klaang?"

The big jumbled mass of leather, steel and hair nodded. "You are the translator on the humon ship."

She wanted to correct him on the 'humon' part but thought better of it. The last thing she wanted to do was irritate the already less than thrilled Klingon warrior. All she really could do now was nod her head fearfully.

He pulled out three thin disk-like computer chips from his back. "These are recorded conversations between the Kocklonds and some traitorous Redians, whose loyalty should have been with the empire. The high council will take care of the Redians, but we want to know what is being send between them. You will learn the language and translate the words to us."

Ensign Hoshi Sato has shown many qualities that were less than exemplarily for a space traveler, such as her tendency to 'freak out,' as Commander Tucker so generously describes. But no one ever say that she lacked curiosity. In fact, if anything else, her overly enthusiasm for her work made her both ideal for her position and liability to the crew. Her tendency to wonder off in search of new culture to study has annoyed the Captain one too many time so far in their short journey.

"You kidnap me to be your translator?" She asked, less frightened and more curious.

Klaang frowned deeply. "Yes."

"Don't your people have...."

"Not as quickly as you." He replied, rough around the edge yet still showing a strange amount of patience. "You will work now."

She nodded her head and took the disk from him, keeping as much distance between them as possible in the little room. "When do you need..."

"When you finish."

"Okaaayyyy...." She fingered the disks carefully. "And when I'm finished?"

The man looked at her with deep dark eyes that startled her with its intensity. "We will return you to your ship."

Somehow, she didn't think he meant it as reassuring but it did relieve some of her anxieties. With a weak half smile, she nodded her head and sat down to work.

"You will eat first."

She turned her head toward him with wide surprised eye. "Excuse me?"

"You are weak, small. You will need strength. We feed you food, make you bigger, stronger." He announced and reached out one hand, which clamped solidly on her upper arm. "Come."

Not that she had much choice since he all but dragged her out of her chair and out the door without even realizing it.

To be continued.....

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Okay, the Klingon Mass Hall scene is going to be interesting to read, not to mention write. Wish me luck.

Civilized Savages
By Didi

Disclaimers: Star Trek is owned by the late and great Gene Roddenberry. I own nothing within this story except the improbable idea behind it. Paramount owns the rights to the show and I do wish they would run of the wonderful reruns of the older series. Please don't sue me cause I have no money and will have to pay you in lint.

Summery: When one of their own goes missing, Enterprise crew goes on a search as to why.

Acknowledgement: To my darling Julie who loves Star Trek and is always willing to listen to me either rag or rave about episodes. Always know that you're opinion is more important than the stupid producers.

RATING: Rated R for content.

Note: I know that Enterprise hasn't been on television for long and the characterizing of the characters on the show may not be accurate but it's the way I see them. Bear me with here as I attempt to give some life to this.
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Chapter Six
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Enterprise-Medical Bay

Captain Jonathan Archer walked down the corridor like a man possessed, his usually mild mannered eyes dark with intensity and concern. Rounding the corner at a stride that a shorter man would have to run to keep up, he barely registered that his crew were pretty much jumping out of his path as he came. They were more concern with the captain's behavior than their missing crewmate.

"Dr. Phlox, what can you tell me?" the captain asked the minute he was in the door.

"Nothing interesting," the happy doctor said with his trademark smile that seemed to stretch his face from side to side. "Our friend here is from Aquria. A water base planet some six hundred light years from here. He sustained rather mild injuries for his species. Heck, Mr. Reed was bleeding more than he was."

Jonathan could feel his patience slipping but held on tight. "How is Mr. Reed?"

"He'll be fine with a little rest. Some loss of blood but not so much that I would worry overly much." He made toward the resting tactical officer. "I find that humans are strangely resilient for such fragile physiology."

"Yes, yes," Archer waved it away. "Is he awake?"

"I'm awake, Captain." Malcolm sat up slowly, his face contorted in pain as he moved. "Where's the weapon?"

"Right here." Dr. Phlox was positively glowing with pride over his patient's show of strength. "I even cleaned it for you."

"You what?" Malcolm made a face. "So much for finger prints."

"Oh I have those for you," the good doctor grinned and pressed a smell button by Malcolm's bed. "I took the time to scan the weapon after it was removed from our friend over there and before it was thoroughly cleaned. The computer was able to lift a clean set of prints off the hand, very similar to our Aquian but then again it was of the same species."

"You saying that one of his own did this?" Archer asked picking up the small dagger with his jagged edge and thick base.

"Yes," he nodded.

Malcolm frowned. "I don't believe that I saw anyone that was watching us too closely. Other than the usual curiosity over seeing us."

"Think again Malcolm," Tucker said as he came in, catching the tail end of the conversation. "T'Pol and I asked around, someone's been stalking us."

T'Pol made a disapproving face at the chief engineer. "What Cdr. Tucker was saying is that someone has been making inquiries as to the whereabouts of a human female."

"They were asking about Hoshi."

"No specifically," T'Pol answered, glancing at the dagger that Tucker and Reed were examining now. "The general question was whether or not they had seen humans. When the answer was affirmative, they would be followed by whether a female was among them." Something in her eyes flickered.

"What is it, T'Pol?" Archer asked, knowing the look all too well now.

She seemed hesitate as to answer it. "There are certain species that collect women."

"Excuse me?" Tucker asked, his eyes reflecting his shock.

"The Milliatians collect women as a show of wealth. The more exotic the species, the more valuable they are." She replied.

"Are you saying that someone took Hoshi for their private collection?" Archer asked, his face infused with anger.

"It is but a possibility." T'Pol said quietly. "But yes, that can be the case."

Tucker made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. "What's more exotic than a new species that's ventured into space?" He wanted to hit his head against something hard. If someone took Hoshi to be their... He was going to commit murder if that happens. "So, which species are we looking at here?"

"Let's not jump the gun here, Trip." Archer held up a hand indicating that he wanted his friend to back off for a moment. "We don't know that that is what happened."

"Captain?" Dr. Phlox called out from across the room that caught all four officers' attention. "Our visitor is awake.

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Chiqu-Shue touched a webbed hand at his side, surprised that the wound was closed already. Apparently these people were not as primitive as they professed to be. Then again, if they could ever figure out how to work Hoshi-child's translating machine, he may be able to be of some help.

"Haven't you figured that thing out yet?" Malcolm asked, irritated beyond believe. His heart was still pounding in his chest cavities, fear and angry mingling generously with a dash of guilt.

"I'm an engineer," Tucker snapped back as he continued to play with the little instrument. "Not a linguistics expert." His mind had not been focused at the task at hand. It was a million miles away from here, where Hoshi was being held captive by lord knows what.

"You engineers built the bloody thing, can't you figure out how it works?"

"I can't help it if..."

"Stop it!" Archer yelled. He wasn't sure what was more annoying, the two blaming themselves for Hoshi's disappearance or the two blaming each other. "This is getting us no where."

"If we only had Hoshi's original syntax analyzer, she had only downloaded part of the material from her other one to the computer's universal translator. Said that she wanted to wait and do it later. Talking to the man seemed a whole lot more interesting at the time." Tucker muttered. "I searched everywhere for it."

"Maybe they took it with them." The doctor offered helpfully. He turned and gave the green-gilled man a smile that was just a little too wide. "Water?"

The glass of clear liquid looked refreshing. "Chilq?"

The four officer's head snapped over. It actually the first time the man has spoken since waking. Tucker's mouth dropped open, feeling ten times the fool for having not thought of it before. "Computer, recalibrate the translator." Walking over, he took the glass from the doctor and held it out to the man. "Water?"

"Chilq." Chiqu-Shue nodded his head enthusiastically and took the cup, which the good doctor added poured generously into.

"I can't pronounce that." Malcolm said disturbed but encouraged.

Archer smiled. "You don't have to as long as the translator can understand it."

Tucker smiled and looked around the room. Pointing to the doctor with his still surgical gown on, he said clearly, "Doctor."

Chiqu-Shue looked at the man that was practically covered in his blood. "Tulac."

The engineer looked down at the computer and watched it whirled. "Okay pal, you're going to have to talk to this machine until it gets your language down pact." He held the machine to him. "Help us find Hoshi."

"Hoshi," the man nodded, recognizing the machine in the man's hand. "Quospul jusek cicke. Obianshu quigh lar poule, Klingons."

"Did he say Klingons?" Malcolm asked, his brows coming together in a deep frown. "Am I hearing him right?"

"Sh..." Trip waved the question away, waiting for the computer to pick up the language and briefly wondering how Hoshi could have picked up so quickly before. "Keep talking, pal."

Chiqu-Shue seemed to understand that and held the translator closer to his mouth. "Obianshu eig monei osteic Klingons se Hoshi." He licked his drying mouth and took a drink of the blain liquid. "Hoshi nuca go avec them. Slieu not psovie choice. Klingons threatened to kill her focieni." He pointed toward Malcolm. "So she went with them."

Archer's face lit up like a star about to go nova. "Way to go, Trip." He clapped his best friend roughly on the back before turning to their only source of information at the moment. "Tell us more."

"Hoshi said that she would leave lapie if they do not hurt anyone else." He shook his head. "She did not need to try to protect me, I was nukila when the Klingons agreed. They left. Obianshu is the worse kind of trreme. He would sell his mother's sopule if it benevie him. The Klingon's gave him latium to keep quiet. Then Obianshu took out his ptolie and tried to kill me with it, apre they were gone."

Trip frowned slightly, understanding most of it. "The translator must be having some trouble with some of the words."

"But it's good enough," Archer said, feeling almost relief. Turning to their visitor, "Where is Obianshu?"

Chiqu-Shue shook his head. "Do not know. He is like a Bulms Frueki. Disappears very quickly."

Malcolm nodded his head. "Snake in the water."

"So we're looking for Klingons, huh?" Archer nodded his head. "Malcolm, can you get up?"

"Yeah," the tactical officer stood and braced himself. "I'll get started on the warp trail."

Tucker nodded his head. "I'll be down in the engineering prepping."

Archer nodded his head, knowing that his officers knew their job well. "Mr...."

"Chiqu-Shue." He smiled.

Archer didn't even try to pronounce it but merely inclined his head. "We'll have to drop you off and..."

"I understand," he got off the bed slowly, knowing that his body was weaker than usual. "I hope you find her."

"Thank you."

"And I will deal with Obianshu." He said with a smile.

Archer's brows went up for a second but he said nothing. "Good luck."

"Thank you."

To be continued...

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Next chapter-the Klingon Mass Hall. I had a lot of fun writing it. R&R please.

Civilized Savages
By Didi

Disclaimers: Star Trek is owned by the late and great Gene Roddenberry. I own nothing within this story except the improbable idea behind it. Paramount owns the rights to the show and I do wish they would run of the wonderful reruns of the older series. Please don't sue me cause I have no money and will have to pay you in lint.

Summery: When one of their own goes missing, Enterprise crew goes on a search as to why.

Acknowledgement: To my darling Julie who loves Star Trek and is always willing to listen to me either rag or rave about episodes. Always know that you're opinion is more important than the stupid producers.

RATING: Rated R for content.

Note: I know that Enterprise hasn't been on television for long and the characterizing of the characters on the show may not be accurate but it's the way I see them. Bear me with here as I attempt to give some life to this.
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Chapter Seven
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Klingon Warbird Kollarg - Mass Hall

Hoshi ducked behind Klaang as a tankard came sailing into the air, a slight victim of a brawl that had broken out across the room. The big warrior batted the tiny missile out of the way with his massive hands and continued into the room without pausing.

Strangely enough, even though she was still deathly afraid of Klaang and his massive shoulders, she felt better knowing that he had brought her here and was probably...huh, hopefully, going to protect her from his fellow warriors.

She edge as close to Klaang as she possibly could without actually touching the man. Their last meeting had not been too great after all, he all but sneered his good bye at the Enterprise crew after leaving him in the Great Council Chamber on Kronos probably hoping never to see another human again as long as he lived. Well, so much for wishes coming true.

Well heck, it's not like she sought them out. They were the ones that kidnapped her and... "Oh my god," her smooth brows wrinkled together in concern. In all the fear and excitement, she completely forgot about the fact that the crew of the Enterprise may not know what had happened to.... She almost breathed a sigh of relief as she remembered that Mr. Chiqu-Shue was there and no doubt would explain it to Malcolm and the rest of the crew. She would literally have breathed a sigh of relief if not for the distinct smell of an oily unwashed body not suddenly assaulted her and a massive brick wall that was a warrior's back, knocked her off her feet and on her ass.

Catching her breath in the back of her throat, she rolled out of the way before the falling body could crush her beneath the sheer force of the body's descent to the ground helped along by the swinging fist of the man's opponent. Scrambling onto her feet again, a massive hand grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and lifted her out of harm's way just before two more bodies landed where she had been standing only a millisecond before. Unable to do anything but clutch at the hand that rescued her, her eyes still glued on the tussling bodies on the ground, she didn't realize that she was being shoved into a bench not too far from the center of the hall.

She continued to watch the fight with some morbid fascination and failed to notice that she was getting quite a bit of attention herself. Klaang glanced about the room, nothing the stares and speculation in his fellow warriors eyes. The girl may be tiny and breakable by a mere touch, but she was the only thing that they had to combat their enemies at the moment. It gulled the others to know that with all their strength and skills, they have to rely on a frail thing such as this to save them all. Of course, it helps that she was not sore on the eyes.

After taking few deep breaths and swallowing the urge to scream like a madwoman, she turned to the food-laden table and nearly screamed anyways. She stared at the massive plates and bowls overflowing with wiggling worms and crawling little crayfish like creatures.

Setting a large brown bowl in front of the tiny woman, Klaang grunted, "Eat."

"No thank you." She shook her head and pushed the bowel away with her fingertips.

"Eat!" He announced again pushing the bowl back toward her, his big hands crushing a few of the wiggling worms unfortunately enough to be hanging off the sides. He then licked the juices from his hand without thought and poured thick red wine down his throat, while keeping an eye on the rest of his comrades in arms watching their little visitor. "Wine."

She glanced at the red liquid, it had a very distinctive smell that was rather familiar and... She stared at it horrified. "Is this blood?"

Another warrior sat down next to her, jostling the bench. She glanced up briefly, noting the red eye patch, she almost shank back. "It is blood wine, will put hair on your chest."

Hoshi made a face and shoved the goblet away, as well as the bowl. There was something surreal about sitting at a medieval style table with two seven feet tall warriors trying to feed her blood and worms. "I don't want hair on my chest."

The two men laughed as if she said something uproariously funny. "You bought us a weak one, Klaang."

"She is strong enough for now, P'Mai" Klaang answered shoving the bowl back at the little woman who was turning a fascinating shade of white. "Gagh will put meat on your bones."

She looked at him then looked at the bowl of wiggling brown creatures. Closing her eyes to avoid looking at it, she asked, "Are you saying that I'm skinny?"

The two warriors glanced at one another. "Yes."

She made a face as she pushed the bowl away again, her stomach feeling distinctively queasy. "I'm in excellent health I'll have you know. I don't need any more meat on my bones, or anywhere else on my body for that matters. And I'm not eating the gagh." She said the word as if she was really about to throw up.

"You will eat," P'Mai said putting a plate of what appeared to be black spiders in front of her that made her want to gag. "You need strength."

"I eat that and I'm going to lose everything else in my stomach." She put her hand over her mouth in an effort to keep herself from gagging at all the live food in front of her.

Klaang frowned, the woman was looking singularly ill. "You do not want your food alive?" That was a definite curiosity.

"No, I don't." She shook her head. "I can handle the occasional sashmi and wosabi as well as the next person but live food?"

"What is shesheme?" P'Mai asked with a cautious eye, his only eye.

"It's sashmi," she corrected automatically, her eyes averted from the food on the table. "It's raw fish. A native dish to my country."

"What is fish?" Klaang asked but not really caring as he got up and walked toward another table. After a few moments of selections, he came back with giant plate that was double the circumference of Hoshi's waistline. "Eat."

She peeked at the plate before and noted with surprise that nothing moved. Taking a big black rocking looking piece, she sniffed it cautiously. It emanated a wonderful aroma. Next to it sat chunks something familiar in various shades of blue and brown. "Bread and cheese," she looked up gratefully and smiled shyly at the big warrior. "Thank you."

P'Mai shook his head at his friend and poured the girl something from another pitcher. "Drink, you are too dry."

Taking a tentative sip, she noted the lack of copper smell and the strange sweetness. "Honeyed mead." She laid a hand on the man's arm before the warrior could put the pitcher back. "Can I have some more? I'm awfully thirsty."

The one-eyes warrior glanced down at the tiny white hand on the sleeve of his black armor and was momentarily distracted. "You may have more." And poured the cup to overflowing.

Hoshi smiled and took sips of it so that she could set the metal goblet down without spilling anymore on herself. Then she licked her fingers of the sweetness and sat about to tackle the break and cheese. She suddenly found herself famished. It's been a while since her oatmeal breakfast. "This is wonderful," she said through a mouthful of strong cheese. "I haven't had anything like this since my trip to Italy." She informed them as she continued to eat.

P'Mai and Klaang looked at one another and then continued to watch the woman with great interest. They were not the only ones as well. The fight that had broken out earlier had ended with one man unconscious on the ground and the victor sitting on a table sipping wine with his friends, watching the pasty little thing that was eating with enough enthusiasm to impress even the Klingon warriors gathered for their end-day meal. One would think that her captain has been starving her by the way she was shoving food into her mouth, chewing the tough bread while trying to drink at the same time.

Someone came around and placed another selection of cheese before her, which she acknowledged with a thanking nod of her head. "Aren't you eating?" She asked Klaang as he continued to drink his wine and watch her.

He nodded his head and picked up a handful of gagh. That was pretty much enough to make Hoshi lose her appetite. She stopped eating so abruptly that it took the men a moment to realize that she had turned a rather unbecoming shade of green. As Klaang shoved the fist full of wiggling worms into his mouth, Hoshi made a dash across the room to empty her stomach into a huge bin by the side of the room. She was lucky she had chosen the waste-bin and not the wine-bin to toss her cookies.

The men watched with strange enthrallment as Hoshi slumped against the wall and made a disgusted face. "I hate it when I do that."

P'Mai smiled a toothy grin as he watched the tiny woman take deep calming breaths, oblivious of the men watching her, and turned back to Klaang. "I like her. She's funny."

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Enterprise - Bridge

"Captain," T'Pol's eyes glanced up from the monitor that she and Lt. Commander Reed had been hovering over. "We believe we've found them."

"The Klingons?" Archer asked as he rounded the terminal top with quick moments.

"Yes sir," Reed sighed, he had been hoping to find the Klingon's still on the station where they can get to them easily. "Apparently, they've been gone for some time now. The trail is pretty cold."

"But there is a trail, right?" Archer asked pointedly.

"Yes sir." Reed answer with a nod of his head. "We can follow it."

"Then let's get going. Archer to Engineering."

"Tucker here, have we found something?"

"The engine ready to go to warp, Trip?" Archer sat down in his chair and glanced briefly at Ensign Thomas Williams, who was temporarily acting as communications officer. It was strange to see the young man there where Hoshi usually was.

"We were ready a hour ago." Tucker announced as his feet clamored down the ladder. "Let's get going already."

"Then we're on our way. Mayweather..."

"Course laid in, sir." Travis's competent hands rested lightly on the control in front of him. He was practically humming with anticipation.

"Then let's go find Hoshi."

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So honestly, who's actually enjoying this story? I love Star Trek but I have no confidence when it comes to writing for it. Okay, forget the details of things cause I know they suck, but how do you like the story so far?