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Child of Time- Ch. 9
The Child of Time
Rating: PG, Mystery, Romance
Summary: When a storm hinders their search, what else will?
Storms and Excuses
“Well?” An impatient Archer asked in an irritated voice. After they were sure their attackers were gone, they were going to turn their attention toward the planet when a plasma storm hit.
“I can’t get anything with this storm, sir,” Hoshi said, frustrated.
What about taking a shuttle down? Looking for them ourselves?” The Captain said in a desperate voice.
“With the storm, I wouldn’t recommend it, sir,” Mayweather answered from his spot at Helm.
“What’s the rest of the bad news?” Archer asked Malcom after seeing his face drop and become even more concerned.
“If they survived the attack, they would only have enough food and water for two maybe three days. And that’s stretching it, sir.” Malcom cautiously answered his distraught Captain.
The turbolift doors opened, allowing Selack to come into the bridge. “Captain, I’ve finished downloading the data I got from my earlier scans of the planet.”
“Good, give it to Mr. Reed.” Archer said, not seeming to care.
Selack nodded and walked over to Malcom to hand him the PADD. Malcom looked it over and said, “It matches the attack pattern used at the monastery, huh, whoever they are.”
“Well, let’s try to find out. Selack, take a good look at that data and see if you can think of anyone who uses that attack pattern.” Archer ordered and Selack nodded, took the PADD and walked off. “Keep scanning, I want to know the minute we can get a shuttle down there. And Hoshi, contact Starfleet.” At that, he walked into his ready room.
“That’s ok.” The Captain said, now very frustrated with life.
"Well besides the fact that a plasma storm is keeping us from being able to scan for them or take a shuttle down; I'm in trouble."
The Doctor looked confused by that. "What do you mean?"
"Well you see, I…" Selack started but was cut off when Malcom walked in.
"Mr. Reed, what brings you here?" Phlox said, regaining as much of his optimism as possible.
"I was burnt by an energy conduit when I was helping out in Engineering." Malcom answered. Then he noticed Selack was there and asked, "What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be looking over the data you collected." He finished as Phlox started to heal the burns on his hand.
Selack thought quickly, trying to think of a good excuse.
"I wanted to give him one last check up. Head injuries can be quite tricky with Vulcans." Phlox said saving Selack.
Malcom nodded and when Phlox finished Selack asked, "If you would like, I could give you a hand with them. If he's done here, of course." Malcom asked. And with Phlox's nod, the two left. On the way, Selack frantically tried to think up excuses.
"It doesn't match anything in our databanks." Malcom sulked. "Do you recognize it?" He asked Selack in a frustrated tone.
They had looked through everything but couldn't find a thing. Selack had made sure of that. He merely shook his head no, answering Malcom's question with a lie.
Malcom sighed, deep in thought. "Did you get any scans of the ship when you found its location?" Malcom turned toward him, giving him a suspicious look. "By the way how did you find it?"
"I did not have time to get any accurate scans of the ship. At least none that would be of any use." Selack answered in a cool manner. "As for how I found it, I used the scorch marks on the ship to determine how it was moving and its angle. Then by using the same marks and the intensity of the phasers, I was able to determine how far away it was. Therefor finding the sector it was in." Selack finished receiving an impressed look from Malcom.
Malcom sighed in frustration and shook his head. He mumbled, "This is going no where," as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Good. Malcom, you’re with me. Hoshi contact the Doctor and Selack and tell them to meet us in the Shuttle Bay.” Archer ordered as he walked to the turbo lift. “You have the bridge, Hoshi.” He finished as the doors closed.
“Aye, sir.” Hoshi said, absent minded. Then once the realization of what he said hit her, she inquired, “Sir?”
They had been trekking around, trying to find the caverns that Trip and T’Pol were in when the attack happened. About twenty minutes later they had found the cavern they believed they were in. Archer tried haling them as Selack and the Doctor scanned for them, neither having any success.
“It may be the material the cavern is made of that is blocking our sensors and communicators.” Selack suggested. “It appears to be an unknown alloy.” He concluded after a few more scans of it.
“Do you think our phasers will be able to break through it?” Malcom hypothesized.
“They might.” Selack answered.
“Let’s try it.” Captain Archer said and the three of them took out their phasers as Phlox backed off.
They all had them on maximum setting for almost ten minutes before they were able to break through. Once they did, the Doctor immediately ran in to check on them. When they all got in, they discovered that the two were standing there, looking a little worse for wear, but all right.
“Finally. I thought you’d never find us.” Trip said, lightening the mood, allowing all those who laughed to do so.
After the doctor checked on T’Pol’s wound and found it was well enough to travel without much fixing, they headed off to the shuttle.
You know the drill, R/R please.
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