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Negotiations - Ch 4
By Hoshi’s Sis
A/N: Takes place after they have left the Expanse at the end of Season 3, but before the Season 4 episode, “Home.”
Lieutenant Seldar and Doctor Anders rushed Trip into sickbay on the Andorian ship. He had previously cleared away his medical personnel to attend to some minor duties that had previously built up, so it was now deserted for them to progress with Stage 2 of their plan. Lieutenant Seldar locked the door then activated a secret communication device hidden within his uniform, causing Trip to shimmer off the ship by a transporter beam.
“I’m not comfortable with this, Seldar,” said Doctor Anders in a worried voice, “what if Shran finds out what we are doing.”
“He won’t so quit panicking. I have enough people on this ship that can cover for us for the time its going to take for them to prepare him. Shran’s a good captain but he’s made a lot of enemies who feel as we do; who hold a grudge against him for the way he dealt with Tarah and how he botched the Xindi weapon retrieval,” explained Lieutenant Seldar, “he’s lost his way in our battle with the Vulcan’s and he’s become too enamoured with the humans to think straight. This is the only way to put an end to all that and regain Andor’s supreme status once and for all. The humans are the perfect tool for this mission; we can use their gullibility, naïve and trusting qualities to our advantage.”
“What if their doctor notices something back on their ship? He’s hardly going to be in a fit state hen he is returned.”
“I was told by our sponsors that it would be a few days before it takes complete effect. Until then we should be able to blame any after effects on his initial plasma exposure.”
“But what if something goes wrong in the mean time? We don’t know if it’s going to have an adverse effect on human physiology.”
Relax, I was told they have an accomplish on the Vulcan ship. When it arrives, he will take care of any problems that may arise until we arrive at Babel. So by the time anyone notices or suspect’s anything’s wrong, he’ll be under our complete control and carrying out our plan.”
“I wish I had your confidence, Seldar,” not convinced this was going to work, “for one we don’t know anything about them or why they are so willing to help us. Have you even seen them? What’s in it for them?”
“I’m not able nor want to check details and the history of everyone who offers to help our cause,” snapped Seldar, even though he admitted to himself that Anders held a good point. “If we are to halt this treaty then we have to trust them and accept whatever help they offer. I’m not interested if they have an ulterior motive concerning the Vulcan’s either, as fair as I’m concerned, what’s their loss is our gain. Let’s just be thankful for our good fortune. Besides we never have been able to complete Stage 1 if it wasn’t for the advantage their clocked ship offers.”
Trip was vaguely aware that something was different. It was cold for one, the faint sounds that he could hear somehow sounded different than the Andorian ship and he had the strangest feeling that he was held or tied down onto a cold solid table. He tried to open his eyes but the heavy pull of sleepiness dragging him back down to the dark quiet depths of slumber was too hard to resist. With extreme effort he creaked open his eyelids. Even though everything was blurry, he knew instantly that he wasn’t on the Weytan anymore and these were definitely not Andorians – he wasn’t sure but they kinda had slight Vulcan features. Had the Seleya arrived early and what the hell did they want with him. The thought of this stirred up feelings of panic inside of him. The sudden change in his bio readings must have alerted his kidnappers because before he could open his eyes to get a clearer view of his surroundings, he felt a hiss of a hyper spray against his neck, then nothing.
“Prepare him for the injections then insert the chip,” exclaimed the doctor.
“Will it be detected by the humans onboard his ship?” asked the captain of the ship.
“No,” replied the doctor, “the polithaden compound should make it undetectable at first by cloaking the chip to simple hand scans. Although I’m not sure how much it will hold up to a deeper, complex scan. By the time this compound has worn away in about a few days, there should be a significant build up of trinomial in his bloodstream to allow a strong signal transmission between the chip and our transceiver. It will be too late by the then if they detect anything because he will be deep under our control.”
“Will we still be able to start sending transmissions in the meantime so we can begin the mind control program?”
“Yes,” explained the doctor, “but I can’t guarantee how effective it will be. He will be able to receive the signal due to the initial injection of trinomial he is receiving now, but it will be weak. That will increase as his body builds up a resistance to the drug. In effect the polithaden and trinomial will work together using his own body’s metabolism to form the pathways for the actual signal. The longer it is in his system, the more pathways it will build and the greater the signal strength. That’s the beauty of using human’s, they already have the material in their own blood which is needed for the building work.”
“Well it looks like those scans we took of the humans when they wandered into our minefield turned out useful for something after all,” replied the captain with a sneer on his face. “How long will this take? I want to return him to the Andorian ship before his absence is felt.”
“A few hours at most,” replied the doctor, “I have already warned the Andorians to begin preparation for a cover up because he won’t have regained conscious by then.”
“Let me know when he is ready to transport back, doctor. Here’s to success,” saluted the captain.
“Success,” replied the doctor, “and to the rise of the Romulan Empire.”
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Four of you have made comments
WHAT!?!?!?! OH NO!!!
Well med scans might miss it but T'Pol won't!!!
Not only are they messing with T'Pol's human they are messing with Shran's favorite pink skin!!!
Oh NOOO!!! Why does everyone like to torture Trip? He's just an engineer!
I'm scared, please write the next chapter soon.
Poor Trip! Gulp. This is a very neat story and I am enjoying the use of those aliens from the minefield. Can't wait to see what happens next, I hope Trip gets an inkling something is wrong and tries to fight it. Would love to see Shran find out and kick some very bad alien butt! Ali D :~)