Gateway-Part 14

"Gateway"

By Quills

PART FOURTEEN (Chapters 37-38)

Contact:the_quill_pen@yahoo.com

Rating: PG-13 angst, drama, romance, humor, action/adventure
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Startrek and I derive no financial gain from this story.

Summary: Captain Archer is relieved of command for a secret mission into the 24th Century to find and stop the Suliban renegade Silik. While he is gone, a Vulcan Starfleet Captain from the future is given temporary command of the Enterprise NX-01 with his own orders to investigate the 'Temporal Cold War'.

PART FOURTEEN (Chapter 37-38)

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Chapter 37

Captain Archer leaned over the shoulder of Tol, Bolian astrophysics officer. He had ordered the Bolian to run a spectrographic analysis of the localized area around the systems G@ star. Specifically, Archer wanted to know the concentration levels of chronometric particles. They had already determined that the 'Kirk' had initiated a slingshot effect around the systems star, enabling the 'Kirk' to travel back in time...presumably to the late 21st century.

"Can you tell how long ago the' Kirk' left our time period?" asked the Captain.

The Bolian shook his head as he performed another sensor sweep of the surrounding space. "I'm not sure Captain, but sir... if they have left our time then it wouldn't matter if it was five minutes or five days...would it? They could travel to any period in time of their choosing."

Captain Archer leaned closer and looked at the sensor readouts. "No," he replied shaking his head. " We can pinpoint the relative time they selected."

Commander Garrett had been leaning against the tactical station as she listened to the Bolian officer. When she heard Archer's response she glanced over and gave him a questioning look. "John, how can you be sure?"

Archer inclined his head in Garrett's direction. "Remember...he wants me. He's going to head back to my time period for his revenge. He obviously doesn't know I'm in the 24th century."

Garrett wasn't convinced, but she took the premise a step further. "But even if we know when. We don't know where."

Archer stood up and looked at Garrett. "That's why we need to go down to the science station. Silik had to take the it to get a fix on the Kirk. He may have left a clue as to what his plan is."

Garrett gave Archer a worried look. "And if he didn't?"

Archer considered that for a moment. Taking in a deep breath he let out a low sigh. "Then we have a very big haystack to search back in the 21st century and not a lot of time."

Archer turned back to the science station. "Mr. Tol, scan for life signs on the planet."

"Aye, sir." replied the Bolian as he redirected the ship's sensors towards the surface
of the planet.

As the sensor sweep cycled through, a queer look came over the Bolian and he readjusted his instruments and initiated another sweep. The cycle passed again with the same results. He turned to Archer with a confused look on his powder blue face. "I'm not reading anything sir."

A look of alarm crossed Archer's face. He voiced his concern as a question. "You mean their dead?"

"No sir," said the Bolian shaking his head. "I'm not reading ANYTHING."

Garrett walked over to the station and leaned over the Bolian's shoulder. Reading the data patterns on the console she knew exactly what she was seeing. "The science team is using a low energy subspace dampening field." she explained pointing to the low spectrum radiation the field created in the atmosphere. "It'll mask anything within a hundred meter radius of the field."

Archer let out a breath in disgust, "Great, more cloaking technology to slow us down."

"Maybe not," came a voice from behind. It was Travis Mayweather. He had stepped onto the bridge a few moments before and had intently listened to the officer's conversation and the problem they had encountered.

Mayweather walked up to the science station, coming to a stop in front of Archer. "If you adjust Enterprise's scans to detect background emissions we might be able to find the compound."

Garrett looked over at Mayweather. "But our scans won't pierce the energy field."

"They won't have to." explained Mayweather. "Not If you scan for background radiation...."

"We would detect at least residual traces." said Garrett in realization. "Of course!"

"But the field would mask even those." said Mayweather turning back to Archer who was clearly not seeing where this was going. "It's like looking for a black hole in a star field. The trick is to look where there isn't anything... that's how you know it's there."

Archer understood what Travis was proposing. If it worked, it would give them a chance to search for possible clues of what plans Silik had for the Kirk.

"Do it." said Archer.

Mayweather nodded and took up a seat next to Tol. "This might take some time. The ship's sensors have to be set to a narrow confinement or we might pass right over the research station and never know it."

"Do your best." said Archer. "Mr. Tol can give you hand."

"Yes, sir" nodded the Bolian.

"I can take the auxiliary science station." added Garrett. "With the three of us directing precision point scans, we'll have a better chance of locating the station."

"Then we'd better get started." said Mayweather. "If the 'Kirk' is in the 21st century there's no telling what Silik can do."

"I think it's pretty clear what at least one of his objectives is." said Archer.

Travis shook his head warily. "Erasing any chance of the Federation."

"One thing is for certain." replied Archer "He hasn't succeeded yet."

Garrett's brow creased. "How can you know that?"

"Simple," Archer smiled, "we're still here."
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Eight hours ago

Captain Piper sat in his command chair as he stared at the view screen. The brown sandy surface of the planet, codenamed 'Gateway', loomed in the distance as the ever vigilant 'Kirk' and her crew kept silent watch over it's secrets. When he had first received command of the 'Kirk', Piper was especially honored to have been chosen for such an important assignment...protecting the Federation's most valuable secret.

Unfortunately, that honor became a curse for the Starfleet Captain. Simply put, nothing ever changed for the crew of the 'Kirk'. Oh, they had communiqués from both Starfleet and the science team on a regular basis, but nothing else really happened. For all the Kirk's abilities she just sat in high orbit dutifully watching and waiting. A maddening experience to be sure. Especially for explorers like Piper and his crew. They were Starfleet officers, not wet nurses.

Piper rubbed his eyes. He knew better than to stare at the view screen for too long. It became almost mesmerizing. It also gave him a headache. He looked around the massive bridge seeing only a handful of the regular duty personnel attending to their stations. He had made several requests to Starfleet security for additional crew and support personnel. The 'Kirk' was designed for a crew of 900 and yet he had only 43 officers and crew. He had been assured on numerous occasions that the Kirk's automated systems could handle any attacking vessels, although Piper had his doubts. In his opinion, Starfleet was taking a hell of a security risk by trying to keep the number of personnel who knew about 'Gateway' to a minimum.

Piper stood from his command chair and turned towards his communications officer "Mr. Beach, isn't it about time for the science team's check in?"

A middle aged human with a sandy beard speckled with gray looked up from the communication station "Another five minutes sir."

Piper turned back to the screen staring intently once more "Lt. Shrel, what do your scans show?"

A slender Andorian female looked down at her instruments for a moment and then turned towards Piper "Sensors show a sand storm in the vicinity of the science station Captain."

"A sand storm?" said Piper in surprise "Why didn't they notify us."

"You know the Doc." replied Beach

"Yeah, but still...Lt. Shrel, scan outside the compound area for life signs. Let's make sure none of the team got cut off by the storm. Phil, try to raise the station."

"Aye sir." replied the Andorian as she turned back to her instruments. She tapped several illuminated buttons as she looked at her panel. "Captain, I'm not reading any life signs, but I am picking up an energy signature outside the compound."

Piper's brow furrowed "Location?"

Shrel looked back at her screen "Sir, it's the Guardian."

"The Guardian?" said Piper clearly concerned

"Maybe they left it on." came the voice of Ensign Parkhurst at the navigation station.

Piper looked at the Ensign clearly not amused by the Ensign's attempt at humor. "It's not a light bulb Ensign."

Piper turning back to the comm station "Mr. Beach."

"Nothing yet, sir" responded the comm officer as he tapped the touch sensitive board. After a moment his brow furrowed and he tapped his panel again, this time tapping several other buttons.

"Captain, I’m not getting a response from the science team."

"Could the storm be interfering with communications?" questioned Piper

"No sir." responded the comm officer holding his ear piece "Sir, I'm getting a localized subspace distortion. It might be what's interfering with our ability to communicate with the science team."

"That tears it." said Piper turning to his command chair. Tapping the comm button, he opened an inter ship channel. "Armory, this is Piper. Doug I want you to get a security detail to the transporter room. We might have a problem planet side."

The Captain waited for a response from the ship's security officer, Doug Holloway. When none came the Captain's state of alarm increased. "Commander Holloway? Doug! ?"

Lt. Shrel turned to her station and ran her hand across the sensor board. She pulled up the ship's internal sensors. One look told her something was desperately wrong. "Captain, internal sensors show no life signs in the armory."

Piper walked over the science station. "Widen the field. Scan the ship for life signs."

Shrel turned back to her station as Piper looked over at Beach "Phil, get me Commander Thorn. He should be in his quarters."

Just then the Andorian science officer called out in alarm "Captain!"

Piper turned towards his science officer who was frantically pressing rows of buttons on her station boards. "What is it, Lt.?"

"Sir, I'm still running life scans, but I'm picking up intermittent bio readings. I can't isolate them long enough to determine species, sir...but they are definitely not the crew...we have intruders aboard the 'Kirk'. I can read multiple phase shift patterns. It's almost like they're wearing personal cloaking devices."

"Dammit!" spat Piper as he turned back to Beach. "Have you had any luck raising Thorn?"

"Negative Captain" replied Beach "He's not responding."

"Sir" interrupted the Andorian "He's not aboard, Captain. No one is."

Piper looked at the Andorian in disbelief. "What?"

"Aside from the intermittent bio signatures...internal sensors show only four life forms aboard the 'Kirk'." she replied pausing for a moment "They're all on the bridge sir. It's just us."

For the briefest moment, Captain Piper's face went ghost white. Thirty nine people gone without the slightest alarm being raised. Thirty nine of his crew. Friends he'd known for years. What could have happened to them and how the hell did intruders get aboard the 'Kirk'. At that moment he reasserted himself and his command training kicked in.

"Lt. Shrel, seal off the bridge access."

"Aye sir" responded Shrel as she turned back to her station.

"Mr. Beach, initiate a priority one distress call. Include my logs and any sensor data." ordered Piper

Beach was about to acknowledge the order when Lt. Shrel interrupted "Captain, I can't close off the access ways. Something's overridden the computer codes."

Beach added to the Lt.'s distressing report. "Sir, that subspace distortion is preventing me from getting a signal out. We're cut off sir."

Piper turned towards the view screen, staring at it for a moment. He knew it would probably be the last time he saw it.

"Lt. Shrel, man the bridge emergency escape transporter." ordered Piper. " Lock onto the planet's surface... anywhere outside the storm but within walking distance of the science compound. Ensign Parkhurst break out phaser rifles from the weapons cabinet along with enough food rations and survival gear for the four of us. Phil, your with me."

Parkhurst and Shrel headed for the weapons cabinet and emergency transporter at the front of the bridge while Piper and Beach walked over to one of the 'Kirk's' access stations.

Tapping a button on the panel he activated the voice recognition. "Computer...this is Captain Lawrence Piper, request security access."

The computer paused momentarily as it scanned the Captain's voice print. "Voice recognition confirmed. Security access approved."

Piper looked at his comm officer for a moment. Beach knew what came next. "Computer....initiate auto destruct sequence...code alpha tango three zulu."

The computer responded to the input command "Auto destruct requires the agreement of two senior officers. Please input a second authorization command."

"Computer...this is Lt. Commander Philip Beach, Communications Officer, initiate destruct sequence ...code Charlie two two beta.'

"Voice authorization approved. Destruct sequence completed and engaged. Awaiting final code for one minute countdown."

Piper straightened himself. This was the moment every Captain feared. When they would have no other choice but to destroy their ship. "Computer this is Captain Lawrence Piper...code alpha...alpha... br..."

Before Piper could finish the final code a sudden noise from behind caused him to jerk his head. In a span of time that seemed to slow down to infinity, but in reality occurred in just under two seconds, Piper saw the main lift doors to the bridge open to reveal...no one inside.

Turning back to the access station to input the final destruct code, Piper caught a glimpse of a shimmering form approaching his position from some 10 meters away. Ignoring the approaching form he started to speak the final code when he suddenly felt something strike his back. Piper stumbled for a moment as a strange sensation came over him. His head dropped involuntarily causing him to look down at the gaping hole where his chest used to be.

Phil Beach stared at the falling form of his friend and Captain. As Piper dropped to the floor, Beach caught site of another of the shimmering forms approaching. He called out to Lt. Shrel who was already crossing the bridge with a phaser rifle. She let out a blood curdling scream as she fired the weapon at anything she thought was moving. Her weapon fired in rapid succession and she thought she might have hit one of the invisible intruders.

Vaulting over the far railing, she landed in a crouch, only to turn and see Ensign Parkhurst struck by a similar energy bolt that felled Captain Piper. The young Ensign careened back against the wall sliding down the smooth surface as he dropped his phaser.

Phil Beach called out to the Andorian, "Shrel, save yourself...use the transp..." His order was reduced to a gurgling noise as cold metallic blade sliced through the front of his neck.

Seeing the knife slice open her crewmate’s throat, Shrel let out a shriek "No!!!" she yelled as she ran towards her fallen comrade. She knew this was a foolish decision as soon as she made it. It placed her in the open. Instinctively, the Andorian warrior in her took command and she dived for the floor as an energy bolt missed her head by centimeters but still manage to slice off one her antennae. She somersaulted across the lower bridge deck and came up in a crouch, phaser rifle ready. She could feel the blood trickle down the side of her face as the stalk that was her right antennae bled profusely.

She held her phaser rifle tightly as she scanned the bridge. She thought she could see multiple shimmering forms, but she wasn't sure if they were the intruders or her own blurred vision brought on by the excruciating pain from her head wound. Her breathing was becoming labored and she was certain she was going into shock. She knew it was over. She would either pass out from the pain or die like her Captain and fellow bridge officers. She was an Andorian, she would not die in her 'sleep'.

Rising up, she gripped her weapon and in her native Andorian, she let out a battle cry as she let loose a volley of phaser fire across the bridge. The bolts of energy struck panels and instruments sending sparks and smoke all over the bridge. Amid this were several cries. After several moments of firing, Shrel paused. The cries and moans from the various sections of the bridge made it plain that she had been successful. However, she knew it was in vain. She was outnumbered and barely able to stand. It would only be a matter of moments.

Shrel used those final moment and lunged at what she was fairly certain was one of the shimmering forms. She came down hard with the butt of her rifle and connected with a solid mass. Kneeling over the fallen form she lifted her rifle above her head as she prepared to crush the spot where she believed the intruder's skull was. As she brought the rifle butt down, it abruptly halted causing her to fall forward. She staggered momentarily and swore she heard laughter coming from the invisible form. Then a shudder went through her as she felt a knife end pierce her abdomen. She gasped briefly before she was pushed to the side where she fell to the ground slumping over as she gave a final rasping breath.

The shimmering form that had been beneath her rose up, coalescing as it did so. When it finally finished it's chameleon like state the form of a Suliban male stood in the center of the bridge. "De-cloak" he ordered.

Around the bridge the shimmering forms coalesced and settled into six Suliban soldiers. Three others lay on the bridge floor, wounded from the Andorian's savage attack. One of the Suliban put a communication device to it's ear. After a moment he looked at the Suliban in the center of the bridge.

"Sir, all teams have reported in." he said. "The major sections have been secured and the crew has been nullified. The ship is ours."

The Suliban in the center of the bridge looked at the man holding the comm device. "You mean mine." he corrected

The Suliban swallowed hard as he looked at his leader. "Of course...The 'Kirk' is yours Commander Silik."

Silik smiled "Then let us get under way. I have a man I need to kill and I don't want to keep him waiting."

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Chapter 38

Captain's Starlog...I'm going to make this entry quick. I don't know how much time I have or even if I'll get another chance to make an entry. Three Vulcan battle cruisers have surrounded the 'Enterprise'. Soval, the Vulcan Ambassador to Earth, is aboard one of the cruisers and he has informed me that Vulcan and Earth are 'unofficially' at war. He claims a Starfleet "warship" attacked and destroyed two Vulcan ships. He has ordered me to surrender the 'Enterprise' or he will have the Vulcan ships destroy us. Given the circumstances, I have agreed to stand down and allow Ambassador Soval and a Vulcan security detail to board Enterprise. It's my hope that we can find some 'logical' explanation for the purported attack.

The airlock pressurized as an oxygen/nitrogen atmosphere filled the compartment connecting the Enterprise to the Vulcan battle cruiser 'Volaris'. It had been less than fifteen minutes since the 'Volaris' and two other Vulcan T'Mira class battle cruisers had surrounded the Enterprise with orders to destroy her if she didn't surrender. The situation was extremely tense and it was only through the intervention of Sub Commander T'Pol that a meeting between Captain Soma and Ambassador Soval was possible.

The airlock light flashed from red to green, indicating the corridor was properly pressurized. Captain Soma could hear the outer door opening. He looked over at his two senior officers. T'Pol remained a masque of stoic reserve while Tucker made no effort to hide his alarm and concern.

Trip Tucker glanced over at his Captain "Are you sure this is a good idea, sir?"

Soma arched his brow "What choice do we have? Enterprise is no match for a Vulcan battle cruiser, let alone three."

"You don't seem very worried, Cap’n."

"Would it help?" countered the Captain.

Tucker furrowed his brow "Guess not."

"Then why worry."

Tucker was about to voice another comment, when the sound of the airlock door opening silenced him.

"Stand too." ordered Soma "Remember what I told you. That goes double for you Chief."

Tucker nodded, "Aye Cap'n."

"Yes, sir," replied T'Pol.

The airlock door opened and a Vulcan security officer, in full combat armor, stepped through the door. He was followed by a second and then a third. The Vulcan security officers looked more like Klingons thought Tucker. The three men motioned the Enterprise officers to raise their hands. One of them pulled out a hand scanner and ran it over Soma, T'Pol and Tucker. When he was satisfied of the results, he nodded to another guard who spoke into a small comm mike in his helmet.

After several moments, another Vulcan appeared in the access opening. This Vulcan was all to familiar to the three officers. Ambassador Soval had proven to be a staunch opponent to human space exploration. His claim was that humans were not ready for the complex interaction with alien species that would be required from a space faring race.

Ambassador Soval stepped through the archway and approached Captain Soma. The two men stood face to face for a brief moment as each studied the other. Physically, Soval looked only a few years older than Soma. In actuality he was several decades older. Soval scrutinized the man.

"Captain" said Soval civilly.

Soma nodded "Ambassador Soval, I am grateful that you have agreed to this meeting."

Soval arched his brow as he shook his head "My agreement to meet with you Captain, was based solely on the advisement of Sub Commander T'Pol. She has been a trusted aid to me for many years. I value her council."

T'Pol looked at Soval for a moment before returning to attention. Soval returned the look. He thought he detected an emotional content in her features, but quickly dismissed the notion.

"Of course, Ambassador...may I suggest we continue this conversation in the observation lounge." said Soma pointing to a nearby entranceway.

Soval glanced at one of his security detail, who immediately made his way to the door. Finding it unlocked, he entered the room, weapon ready and began running a detailed scan. When he was certain the room was safe, he signaled to Soval who made his was to the room.

Soval took a seat at the rectangular shaped table. He was flanked by one of the security guards. The other two stood guard over Soma, Tucker and T'Pol as they took their seats across from the Ambassador. As T'Pol began to sit, Soval motioned her to join him. She glanced at Soma and Tucker briefly and then vacated the chair and took the seat next to Soval. Trip Tucker gave her a menacing stare.

Soma glanced behind him making a mental note of where the two security guards were. Turning his attention to the table, he addressed Soval. "Now Ambassador, I would appreciate an explanation."

"I have already done so Captain." replied Soval coolly. "A Starfleet vessel attacked and destroyed two Vulcan ships."

"You have proof of this?" asked Soma

"I have." replied Soval as he removed a data padd from his cloak. He tapped several keys on the interface and then handed the padd to Soma.

Soma looked at the image of the vessel on the padd. He glanced up at Soval and then back at the padd before he laid it on the table.

Tucker looked over at the image." I haven't ever seen a Starfleet vessel like that."

"It is clearly a Starfleet design." said Soval "Your ship's have a...unique architecture to them."

Soma glanced down at the image again as he collected his thought. Tucker was right. He had never seen a Starfleet vessel like that because it wouldn't be built for another one hundred and fifty years. Captain Soma had recognized it immediately. It was the USS James T Kirk and all he could think was what the hell it was doing in the 21st century. "I won't dispute that it appears to be a Starfleet vessel, but a vessel's design is hardly damning evidence."

"It is enough evidence for us to act on Captain." countered Soval "We have attempted to contact Starfleet with no response. Since I have had dealings with Captain Archer, I suggested to the Vulcan High Command that I should make contact with the Enterprise and have Captain Archer escort three Vulcan ships to Earth. Now I find that Captain Archer is no longer in command and that an unknown Vulcan claiming to be an agent of the High Command has been placed in command of the Enterprise until Captain Archer's return. I find all this very questionable in light of the circumstances.

"Captain Archer has been temporarily reassigned." replied Soma. "I do not know where he is."

Soval raised his brow once more. "I see."

T’Pol looked at Soma. Her face was a stoic masque, but her eyes betrayed her. There was a sadness in them. She turned from Soma and addressed Soval "Ambassador, that is not true."

"T'Pol!" cried Tucker as he leapt from his seat. He made it about six inches before a heavily armored Vulcan hand came down on his shoulder forcing him back into his chair.

Once Tucker was back down, Soval turned to T'Pol "Continue Sub Commander."

"Captain Soma took command of Enterprise under questionable circumstances. His claim is that he is really a Starfleet Captain from the future and that he and Captain Archer were ordered to temporarily exchange places for an undisclosed mission."

Tucker looked at her in shock as she divulged everything to Soval. "As the Ambassador is well aware, the Vulcan Science Directorate has stated on several occasions that time travel is not possible. I submit that Captain Soma's story should be scrutinized. It is my belief that Captain Soma does know where Captain Archer is and he is attempting to conceal that information from you for his own reasons."

"You bitch!" spat Tucker

"Chief!" said Soma putting his hand on the engineer's shoulder "Stand down...your not helping the situation."

Tucker looked at Soma "She's sellin us out sir!"

Soma looked over at T'Pol. She returned his gaze.

"Given the questionable nature of your background 'Captain' Soma." said Soval "I think it is best that you be relieved of command. I am placing Sub Commander T'Pol in command of the Enterprise with orders to escort our ship's to Earth where we will attempt to discover the truth."

Soma gave Soval a cold stare. He could see why Archer never spoke very highly of him. He was a "god damn pain in the ass."

"Captain, I think it would be appropriate if you informed the crew that they are to cooperate with Sub Commander T'Pol. We do not wish to see any of the Enterprise crew injured if it can be avoided."

Soma began to rise. The two security guards raised their weapons, but stopped when they saw Soval wave them off. Soma looked behind him at the two guards and then back at Soval. He walked over the wall intercom and hit the ship wide
channel.

"Attention all hands, this is the Captain. As of now, all Enterprise crew will stand down. The ship is now in Vulcan hands. No Enterprise crew will be harmed as long as you cooperate. Sub Commander T'Pol has been placed in command. You will obey her orders as you would mine. If we all cooperate...we'll get through this. That is all."

Soma turned to face Soval "I expect you to keep your word."

"I assure you Captain." replied Soval "The crew will not be harmed as long
as they cooperate."

Soval turned towards the security guards. "Escort the Captain to his quarters." Ordered Soval

The Vulcan guard nodded and T'Pol stepped forward. "Captain Soma's quarters are on "C" deck...room 9."

"Captain, if you will accompany the guard." said Soval

Soma simply shook his head and started for the exit with the security guard in tow. He stopped for a moment as he passed T'Pol. Turning, he looked at her. "I hope your proud of yourself Sub Commander."

She raised a brow in response to his comment "Pride is a human emotion Captain. As I'm sure you are well aware of."

The two Vulcan's stared at one another. No one else in the room was certain of what...if anything...was being exchanged between them.

"Cap'n?" said Tucker

Soma turned from T'Pol and looked at Tucker "At ease Chief. Do as your told. See to the crew. Their your responsibility now."

"Yes sir." replied Tucker meekly as he watched Soma exit the observation lounge under guard.

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Seven people have made comments

GODS! This is a helluva good story you've got going here, Quills. Can't wait to see where it's going. And congrats on the ASC win too! Maybe next year you'll take the "finished" category as well. ;-)

I can't believe that T'Pol is really selling them out. My suspicion is that she is doing a double agent blind on Soval but what a great story! Can't wait to see where this will go next. Thanks, Ali D :~)

I'm dying here! Please write more!

This is such an intriguing story. Thanks - and continue SOON!

This story is FANTASTIC! T'Pol better be duping Soval, that's all I have to say. I'm waiting (impatiently) for more, thankyouverymuch. :)

The story is great. Just remember T'Pol is being true to her nature. Who would you Trust a Vulcan diplomat who you hold in regard or a strange & very emotional Vulcan who claims to be from the future ? The last emotional Vulcan T'Pol met tried to mind rape her. No contest.

This is great... can't wait for more

Yes! Another chapter to a great story. I just love the how it's going, keep up the great work!