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Alpha Waves-Pt 11 PostscriptAlpha Waves By Aquila Rating: R == Postscript It was 12:00:30 and if he had timed things right, and he always timed things right, the prisoner and his escort should be coming around the corner right…now. In his former life as a MACO Colonel, when Hayes heard the rhythmic crunch of boots stepping in time, he was over come by an itch for battle. In this, his new life, the sound brought a lascivious grin to his lips. With the evidence passing before his eyes, he still found the truth difficult to comprehend. The security guard came to a smart halt at the door to the brig. T’Mir was a science ship. What they imaginatively referred to as the brig, was nothing more than a closet large enough for a sleeping bunk and a pissoir. Except for Tucker’s regular incarcerations, the brig had never been occupied. Petty crime and unwelcome behaviour did not occur on a Vulcan ship, not even one with a complement of outcasts and misfits from across the galaxy. Life on board was too comfortable to risk expulsion. Captain T’Pol was known to be familiar with the operations of an airlock. Research into the behaviour that might cause her to use her knowledge was not high on the crew’s priority list. The senior guard entered a code into the security panel, which opened the brig door. “May I have your communicator and any other devices you have deposited on your person, sir?” The senior guard held out his hand. Hayes watched with mounting amusement as device after device was withdrawn from the many zipped pockets of the Chief Engineer’s uniform. Trip turned to enter the brig, when the junior guard said, “Excuse me sir, would you take off your boots?” Hayes hiccoughed with laughter as he watched the disgruntled First Office of the Vulcan Vessel T’Mir remove his boots and hand them to the senior guard. “Captain’s orders, sir.” The reminder did little to soothe the engineer’s temper. The Chief of Security called across the corridor to the disappearing backside, “She told me to strip search you next time, if we found you in there with any toys. You have been ordered to rest, Chief. Rest – no doodling, noodling or contemplating. Sleep.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah…,” could be heard then all was silent. The brig door had closed. == Once the door had closed behind him, Trip was in total darkness as the brig lighting system had been disconnected. “Not even a night light woman,” muttered Trip in the darkness. He was familiar with the brig configuration so the darkness did not hinder him from falling face down on to the bunk. On the bridge at precisely 12:02:00, T’Pol pushed a button. Strains of Tucker’s favourite concerto floated from hidden speakers buried in the ceiling. By 12:03:00, the Chief Engineer was asleep. He awoke forty-five minutes later. T’Pol had pushed another button, which gradually dropped the temperature, rousing him gently. “Beats claxons and rooster crows,” he said from behind tightly closed eyelids. Why did he fight her? She had been right – again - he had needed sleep. He just hated being told to take a nap like a five year old kid. That thought awakened his napping devil’s advocate. What? And being frog marched to the brig under guard at noon every day is a sign of maturity? Take the bloody naps when she asks you to! == They were playing Swordfish when T’Pol first noted strain around his eyes. Trip was of two minds about the game, literally, but T’Pol liked it, which was reason enough to participate. T’Pol had been inspired by watching the movie of the same name. She had assigned Trip the role of the hacker. She had taken the part of the moll who was ordered to distract the hacker as the auditioning geek tried to circumvent programming protocols. In their game, instead of hacking secret government operations, his job was to write a theoretical treatise on some new angle of warp engine theory that had been occupying his thoughts. Her role, as she interpreted it, was to attempt to distract him, by occupying his southern most brain allowing his northern brain to examine his concept from a more original perspective. T’Pol’s gamesmanship had by that time been perfected to such an art that they achieved their objectives to the satisfaction of both. Swordfish often segued into one of two other entertaining activities. When time was limited, they played Purge the Plasma Injector. When they had all night, they followed Swordfish with Warp Engine Diagnostic. That game always included purging the plasma injector, making it one of Trip’s favourites. T’Pol kept track of the physical condition of her Chief Engineer and First Officer or as the crew called him, First Mate. Before their commissioning voyage, Phlox had warned T’Pol that her stamina outmatched Tucker’s. What was unknown was the degree of mismatch, nor was it known what toll the demands of an amorous Vulcan female would take on a Human male. Six months later Phlox was on his way to writing a ground breaking case study and Trip Tucker was suffering from sleep deprivation. “I know, Doc,” he said to Phlox over the comm. link. “You warned me that a sexually satisfied Vulcan female is a force to be reckoned with. I admit that pride just might have had somethin’ to do with my current condition.” Phlox made a face that communicated only too clearly that he believed that pride was the significant contributing factor. “Jeez, Doc,” Trip hung his head, “She thinks I’m good at it. She’s never had a headache and once she knew I wouldn’t break if she got a little enthusiastic, she’s made herself available at any time of the night or day.” Trip threw his hands up, “Men spend their whole lives dreaming of finding a woman as receptive as T’Pol. What was I supposed to do?” Phlox presented his prescription, “Sleep, Mr. Tucker, sleep. And to ensure you take my advice I am informing the ship’s captain.” Trip grinned, but decided not to tell Phlox about the Ship’s Captain and the Mutineer, a game that he felt sure T’Pol would be inspired to play, once she had read Phlox’s report. End of Postscript. Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! A whole mess of folks have made commentsNow I´ve got the biggest grin on my face! Thank you very, very much for this "Postscript" with so many unknown games - so far... "Captain T’Pol was known to be familiar with the operations of an airlock." = PERFECT!!! love your stories. I have had so much fun reading during my school break. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! *SNORF* Oh these games are quite lovely. This story so angst filled and enjoyable. I'd like so much for T'Pol's father to visit! Absolutely luved this!! I hope you continue with more adventures of the T'mir. Did wonder though at the end of chapter 10 as to what had actually happened between Trip and Archer. Didn't really like Archer at all and he deserved Sheila but delighted our lovely duo are together at last. AQUILA!! Why do you do this to me? I'm sitting here at work trying to smother a grin that has coworkers wondering just what I've been up to. LOL Thanks for the postscript. It made my day. I love this. Basically Trip is like a sex toy that T'Pol keeps around for her amusement and she makes sure that it is always in optimum condition. Wouldn't we guys all love to be in Trip's position! Oh this is just beautiful! The first mate being pushed into the brig to sleep! Very funny! Boy though, T'Pol just get's all the luck! I'm just so jealous! hahaha Hehe :) First Mate... it reminds me of a sci-fi story from an old issue of Analog in which the captain and first officer are in a similiar situation. Of course, Trip and T'Pol don't have to worry about giant insects eating them. Great Story, even without space bugs! Aquila, what can I say? You are one of the greats! Excellent story and a very funny and entertaining postscript. Great story -- I read all 10 chapters and the postscript in one sitting! I loved it, but I admit I wasn't expecting this "outrageously happy" ending! One moment I was wallowing in angst and then suddenly Hoshi was writing her memoirs and you were handing out happy endings for everybody (except Archer who was an SOB in this story and didn't deserve one). Loved the Ralph and Alice sub-plot BTW! "When they had all night, they followed Swordfish with Warp Engine Diagnostic. That game always included purging the plasma injector, making it one of Trip’s favourites." Best. Quote. EVER. LOL! Seriously.. Thanks for the massive chuckle or ten .. the story rocks |