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A young, patient woman, who helps me to find my way
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Chapter One
Ice everywhere was ice. A row wind blow, blow up the snow and made it impossible to view over the valley, which was located directly below the ledge where he stand. Had he not worn his thermal-survival-suit, he would be dead within the matter of milliseconds as a fellow symptom of hypothermia.
Sensor scans indicate, a temperature of over two hundred grad at the minus scale! Obviously had this planet had become uninhabitable for a quiet while now. But his sensor scans had showed something nevertheless. Something must exist here that had caught there attention. It seemed as grows the wind stronger. It was perhaps securer to go back to his small ship. He wanted to turn around at that moment as the nature force of that storm grows stronger and stronger and a hurricane of unbelievable force began to manifest, with course directly toward him. So would Sram, in his heavy environmental suit, never make it secure back to the Horizon his old scout-ship located exactly between that nature force and his current position in time! But doubtless would he have, here in the open landscape also have not long to live, before the death of hypothermia catch him. His thoughts raced in the knowledge of his own nearing death: No I must find a save place. Some kind of a cave, cried a thousand-year old instinct within him. And so hasted Sram, more crawled he to save his life against the forces of the merciless nature, no matter what’s the price. Steel sharp ice crystals cuts over the thermal-save-suit made of highly flexible polymers and would peel otherwise the skin from his body, only to cut deeper thought every cell of the exposed naked flesh, where only the structure of his tense bones could have stop it. In that position he crawled under mobilization of all his strain reserves until he reached God know how an opening in the eternal ice. He pulled himself into it only before he lost his consciousness.
After a long while, more a half eternity how it seemed to him, awaked Srem as from a deep dream. From another sphere of reality within itself as it seems. Slowly his mind began, to find its way back to the here and now. Like on a long quest, his mind began to recover piece for piece the awareness of his own existence. Slowly he began to feel with his different senses, stimulated in multiple ways. At first he experienced this awareness to interact with the environment with his greatest organ. He feels row cold on his skin but not so cold as it should be. That alarms him, was absolutely no good sign. Next Sram tried to expense his sense further, hit to some point this time. Focus just focus, he though. Liquidness! He felt some clammy, dry liquid at the back of his head! Alarmed he tried to lift his stiff arms to that spot of its origin. That costs him some effort and strength, two things he had rare available at the moment, he knew. And he had to use both with carefully and purposely. Dizziness grows again within him as his hand reached a spot on the back of his head. A part of his helmet must have broken and Sram felt the consistency of blood. His own blood! Then he lost his conciseness again.
As he awakes the next time, he tried to make not the same fault as before. He wanted to proceed slowly and methodically. To expose his body to as few burdens as possible. Instead to give it, the possibility to relax and to regenerate itself as soon as possible. This may very important for his survival. He was caught here. Alone. Caught on this bloody icy, cold planet. In this damn hellhole. In this small survival-suit and yet it seems in his own body that was no longer working. No began a fire hot thought within him to burn: My fight for survival is not over! Not yet!!!
Chapter Two
2155 Earth Calendar:
Her skin was tense. Smooth and remarkable and gracious like a queen. A low hum came from the ships engines and vibrated lightly thought the deck a plate under her bare foots. She stood up her silk bathrobe tight on her smooth body. The door crime of her of her quarters sounded in her sensitive ears: “Come in, please” T’Pol said in her emotionless cold Vulcan voice. The doorframe slide aside and gave the view free to Commander Charles Tucker III. His friends called him Trip. “May I…” he asked inert. She made eye contact with him and raised her brow barely noticeable: “Sure” she answered outermost coldly with absolute control of her emotions but deep within her body began a fire to burn. He stepped in the room, her quarters and her private domain. T’Pol bends over the desktop and deactivated it with a tip of her finger. “How are you feeling this evening?” she asked. “Lots of troubles this day. Some overloads in the plasma couplings. A lot of it burns to trash in this last battle” Trip said in his South-state-accent. T’Pol turned around: “I was not referring to the technical specifications or status of this Starship” she said softly even the shadow of a smile was curling around her lips. Her hands gliding down on her silk bathrobe as she was moving toward him. The silhouette of her body was clear visible against the razor-thin silk. She swung her hand around Trips strong body and he embraced her also so deeply in love with her. They kissed and she untied the knot of her silk bathrobe. Bare her breasts to show him the power of untended Vulcan love.
Enterprise NX-01, Main Bridge:
Nightshift was often quietly aboard a starship but the bad things also choose often the night to manifest there shadowy shape. Linguistic Specialist Ensign Hoshi Sato sat at Communications and was eavesdropping the bandwidths of static and low-frequented audio impulses on the subspace cannel. To her trained ears it sounds like music and sometimes she could have sworn she heard some kind of intelligent life form, which lives within those confines of subspace. Lost in thoughts she was momentarily pulled back to the here and now aware as a transmission comes in: “Captain I’m picking up a distress call!” Captain Jonathan Archer looked alarmed in her direction: “Location?” he demanded. “Sir it’s a solar system in unexplored space. ETA approximately 30 minutes with warp five” announced Lt. Malcolm Reed at Tactical in his usual British accented voice. “Can you get a transponder signal that shows us there ID?” asks Archer. “Negative Sir. They’re out of range” Reed said. “You are picking up other ships?” Archers voice was serious but calm “Not yet Sir.” Archer turned to the main viewer again: “OK people. Let’s show who need our help. Travis warp factor five.” “Course lead in Sir” respond the ebony-colored helmsman. Archer sat in his Command Chair and looked curious what this day may bring on the large view screen: “Energize best speed.”
“Something’s wrong” Trip said und stopped her caresses touches softly. “You are right we’ve gone to warp” her sensitive ears told her without looking to the porthole, where the stars had changed into strips of silver light. “Captain to all senior stuff, to the bridge” toned Archer’s serious voice immediately afterward over the com. They both dressed quickly in there uniforms and run to the next turbo lift. “Deck A, Bridge” T’Pol said formally and the lift rose. As they arrived, all other Officers assembled already around the Situation room monitor at the rear of the bridge. “Status Mr. Reed” commanded Archer to let his Chef Tactical Officer repeat the data for his XO and Chef Engineer. “Hoshi caught up a distress call on a very low bandwidth from a spacecraft or planet. We are not sure yet.” Malcolm Reed pointed at the situation room monitor and zoomed in the respective area he referred to. “It’s unexplored yet. We’ve little knowledge about it. All of it second-hand.” “Enlighten us” Archer said and suppressed a sigh. “Not friendly space as I would define it” Reed said. “A lot of criminal activities, rumours are heard about illegal weapon business, pirates, prostitution and so on.” The captain glanced at his tactical officer. “As I said Sir, not very friendly” said Lt. Reed. “Indeed” Archer said: “Any further information?” “The Vulcan High Command sent an expedition ship some years ago” came T’Pol’s answer: “The system you are referring to is a one-star solar system. A very old star I may add. Its sun is approximately 8.5 billion years old.” “Wow that’s 3,9 bill’s older then the Sol-System” Trevis indicate. “That’s made life very uncomfortable for the most corporeal life forms” she explained further with a quick look at him that showed she doesn’t exactly preferred to be interrupted: “Its sun gone colder and colder over the last hundred and fifty years. From a suitable temperature from approximately minus ten degrees in the winter season and plus twenty in summer, the climatic conditions shifts radically to mere over 200 on the minus score. What made this system as said very uncomfortable for most known life forms and was until now not known to behold such. Not anymore” she closed her presentation.
Archer looked a bit confused: “How is it possible, that you say the system isn’t capable to behold life and at the same time a lot of this criminal activities?” he simultaneously looked at T’Pol and Reed. “I should have been more precisely Sir” said Reed in his British: “There aren’t planet side but there a lot of vessels in the system. Not exactly friendly-looking I may add.”
“All right Hoshi” Archer looked at his dark-haired Asian logistic specialist: “What does the distress call say exactly?” “Nothing specific Sir. All the translator could get, was an equivalent of SOS, before the transmission was lost in static. I only get it because I was listening to the lowest impulses of subspace.”
The Captian nodded thoughtfully. Looks like this day begin to go interesting.
Capter Three
Starship Enterprise arrived as planed in the to human-yet-unknown solar system. The vista on the view screen that dominated the circular bridge was amazing. A nebula with a colour spectrum from sheer white to facets of yellow, orange, pink, magenta and blood red, filled the screen. It front of the Enterprise, hang a big spheroid shape, made of rocks and cold ice. Rings of nuances that reached from shades of white and grey to red-brown painted its surface. Occasionally lit up by the lightning’s that reached inaudible through the vacuum of space from the nebulous shape.
In that moments of blazing light the obsidian collard structures of massive mountain ranges, peaked by enormous icecaps flashed into vista. So impressively high reaching that recognizable across the distance of vacuumed space, that lay between the first Earth ship that reached after years of waiting into the deep ocean called space to get swim, and the imposing sphere that presented the planets buity.
T’Pol stood as usual on her science station, as she looked in her scanner. Captain Archer sat in his command chair, amazed by the breathtaking beauty the view screen presented him. “Readings” he asked with a marvellous voice without turning. “Sensor readings clearly indicate the point of origin of the distress call we received, lies on this planet” the XO liaison science officer answered.
“Life signs?” Archer wanted to know. “Not to determine the nebula sends out a lot of EM-impulses, which course distortions in the atmosphere of this planet. Hard to believe, that someone got a signal through this mess.”
Archer frowned and tipped with his fingers on the armrest of his captain’s chair: “Is the signal currently sending?”
“Yes Sir” came the response of Ensign Hoshi Sato.
“All right. Prepare Shuttlepod One, we get down there” Archer ordered: “Trip and Malcolm you’re with me. Inform Major Hayes he should make three of his MACOs ready to launch. Just in a matter precaution. Lets meet in ten minutes at Shuttlebay proceed.”
“Subcommander T’Pol you’ve the bridge.”
A chorus of Eye Sir’s sounds as the assembled crew members went like an clockwork to fulfil there respectively orders.
Chapter Four
A light shone through the icy ceiling of the cave and pull a cold drop of water to fall. It landed with a soft splashy sound on the helmet of Srams survival suit. As he opened his eyelids he saw a greenish shimmer. Some sort of luminescent algae grows on the walls and ceiling of this ice cave. It brought as it seemed to him gleaming warmth to the areas where it grows. Next to one point at the wall on the opposite side of the cave, where a particularly dense branch of this algae sort grows, the ice had melted a bit and clear water run in a silver pool of light.
He growled and tried to reach out for this celestial nectar for his dry burning neck. But only a choke was from deep within was forthcoming as he stretched his hands out. His body seemed to be completely exhausted by the huge amounts of the endeavours he was forced to undertake previous in a brutal-simple course, the effort to save nothing more than his own mere right of existence in this universe.
Focus! Concentrate at the matter at hand! Sram empersizesd his line of thoughts again. I am here with a purpose…The strange sensor readings my vessel picked up…
No matter he must still serve his needs the existence imposes on him first and foremost. His cleaved hands grabbing over the fine ice particles which covered the ground of the cave. He pulled his body under force and sheer pain to the point of his desire. Step for step he crawled further in the direction he wanted to reach with every loud heartbeat that pondered in his chest and brought the blood in his ears to roars.
As he finally reached the side where the ice melded, run and assembled in a small basin of water he eagerly reach in. The water within the basin was unnaturally warm giving the surrounding climate conditions of this planet. A shining light come from within the water and gleamed on the algae that grow up in extreme intensity at this point flowing beneath his fingers.
Eagerly Sram without thinking at all of the dangers he may expose his body, Srem opens the seal of his helmet with an audio able hiss from oxygen-hydrogen compound that was released in a small cloud of haze.
Fortunately the inside of the cave was if not quit warm, in a bearable environmental condition as Sram assumed by some kind of underground hot water quells or the network of glowing vegetation the grows here utterly despite the extraordinary and extremely unfriendly surface of this icy planet.
Despite his curiosity of the reasons that explains the things he saw with amazed eyes, he pulled his hands eagerly in the clear glowing water and raised them over his open and deserted mouth. Gratefully he swallowed many full gulps of the welcomed liquid and tasted it’s clear and pour essence.
Chapter Five
Enterprise NX-01, Shuttle hangar:
Meanwhile Major J. Hayes and team of his subordinate soldiers Corporals Chang and Amanda Cole where getting geared in there camouflage uniforms and readied there equipment including quantum granates and phase and impulse rifles. Just in case they where needed. As for a while seemed more than often be the case. In the political and otherwise unstable issues of the known galaxy as all hoped to be only time being.
More aliens their encountered recently in fact had been hostile or not friendly to say the least. Not forgotten where the wounds an alien probe inflicted on earth crust only two years earlier in 2153. Slice a horrible cut in the surface of the rich planet who’s people had overcome planetary wars only shortly after the III. World War nearly had destroyed humanity itself and extinguished by there own hands before they had come to sense. That it was equally easy to destroy things, than to create wonderful miracles in peaceful purposes. The First Contact back in 2063, had brought humanity to realize that they could only survive the dangers, that this universe filled with myriad of the sentiment life forms, when they started working together for a better future together. To overcome all racisms, greed and all other nasty attributes that defines humanity back then and yet again, the Major thought in reverie.
And what we destined to become so shortly after this great accomplishments? But this wasn’t a matter concerning him, was it? After all he was a soldier at the service of his mission to question it wasn’t up to him, was it?
He stopped these lines of through as Captian Archer in tow with Comander Tucker and Tactical Officer Reed strode purposefully in through the open-hissing door of the shuttle bay. “I suppose you are all up to date with the current situation?” Archer asked straight out hand. A look in the party of soldiers affirming his assumption that all important information on the issue at hand and so far the course of the before standing away mission had been related by T’Pol to Hayes and from there on to all members worked together on this joint-away-mission.
“A distress call picked up on this ice rocks“Hayes said in the military attitude of his.
“A very hell of cold weather down there” he explained further: “Sir I suggest we should put the EVA-suits on, on our way down.”
Archer nodded grim, he not exactly appreciate the radically change from the peaceful exploration his father had dreamed of and built this powerful vessel for, to the military warfare he was currently forced to undertaking. He had been forced to the hell a lot of compromises, he know that brought the advanced evolution of civilian humanity in him to the brink of a dark abyss.
He had inflicted pain himself and tutored, called himself it was necessary for the mission to save his planet, the mere survival of his race had stand at stake and even may be. And to the pure logical part of his brain, he knows what he has done was right. Through every time he insulted pain on another being, regardless how guilty or evil it was a part of him died too. And that brought a cold shock over his spin, a cold shower that washed ice-cold through the very heart of his soul.
He forced with iron will, the Academy and years of training and commanding the very first starship that had lunched from his home solar system out in unknown space to gather himself to calm down.
After all I managed and accomplished things. No men even dreamed before.
“Right, get started” he nodded curt to the Corporal and the surrounding grim looking task force.
Chapter Six
Enterprise NX-01, Locker Room:
Next to the shuttle bay, was located a changing room with small spartanic interiority. The room originally designed for three people to change clothes and jump into the bulky EVA-suits, now nearly quelling over with all in all six people within it and barely room to spare.
Archer was utterly impressed by the self-discipline Corporal Cole displayed as she charged her outfit and was standing only in underwear among the men as she was changing from the usual charmoflash outfit that were her MACO-uniform, to the EVA-suit that would protect her smooth-looking skin from the sheer cold environment they would find below on the icy wasteland of this planet they intend to go.
Again Archer stopped the reels in his head.
What I’m doing here, thinking in this kind of a subordinate officer of the responsibility of mine?
Although he knew academically that wasn’t exactly true, the Corporal belongs to the MACOs branch of military hierarchy aboard, he nevertheless was the Captain of this vessel and thus far felt as well responsible for that Military Assault Operations contingence on board, as a matter of fact, he sometimes felt like a family father who should holding his hands protect fully over they lives, that he knew, could easily put at risk out here in the unexplored space and dared to protect as best as he could after all the burden of final command decisions that could easily put life or death on at risk for heavens sake.
So he quickly a bit ashamed of himself for this stupid behaviour that fits more for a schoolboy then ‘A man of world’ as the old saying was going and looked another way.
Chapter Seven
Shuttle Pod One
Charles Trip Tucker III. sat at the navigation control console and looked simultaneously through the view port that in reality was an computer generated visualization of the surrounding brought to life by optical sensors and the keyboard that was extending before him.
“Pre-start order checked and confirmed by the bridge” he said taping a button on his panel that had jumped from red to green. “Systems all checked and ready” Lt. Malcolm Reed confirmed with a gratifying nod.
“Commander Tucker to bridge, do you copy?”
“Shuttle Pod One, all systems operate within normal parameters. Affirmation to begin lunching after sequence completion is granted” came Subcomander T’Pols stoic voice over the com.
“Thanks bridge“ he confirmed with a slight trace of the Southern States accent of his that showed his growing tension in prospect what dangers the mission lying forward may bring but equally he was eager of the wonders he may see.
A quick turn confirmed all hands of the away team were aboard and ready to go. He operated the controls before him with professionalism in every single one of his moves. Slowly the engines of the shuttle pod came alive and a slight vibration filled the small vessel, as in self-confirmation.
After it fulfilled, a slow decadency through the large bay doors came until the glide arm whose holding the Pod gave it with a rumble free to the cold vacuum of space.
Chapter Eight
On the way toward the planet…
Shuttlepod One was gliding smoothly through space. In the background the imposing shape of the nebula filled the panorama and projected hues of red and yellow on the tritanium hull of the small vessel and lit it dramatically, when impressing lightning’s shot down toward the surface of the ice betaken planet.
So Commander Tucker brought the small spacecraft steady on course and tried his best to compensate the turbulences that apparently came from the gravitational distortions in which the nebula seems affect the unknown planet.
“Here we goes” he said with a quickly look in the aft compartment of the vessel. Archer as always, well except for some times in war, where a big doll was taken from him, no one then Trip could understand that better, looked curious and excited about the opportunity to go were no men has gone before, to be the explorer again. A feeling he shared with his very heart. Hard was his time to find back to it again, he explicitly knows. After the horrible day in 2153, he was only able to feel one thing. Hatred! And has through he could still it with pure violence of unbounded revenge. That it would help to fill the hole abruptly sliced it the very core of his soul. To kill all the aliens who had killed his little sister Elisabeth.
Much later he had understood how fruitless this race was he had damned his soul to. And that had brought him enlightenment. That he must stand above these primitive feelings and find his way again back to a normal live. One he had made this important decision, he had help from all around. Through one person had helped him in particular, a individual who had herself the hard problems that burdens on her soul. Outcast by her own people, aboard a ship filled of aliens and no one of her kind. She had searched for someone to share her burden. Although he knew she would deny it and perhaps was not at all aware of it. He thought this was the fundamental from which on there wonderful relationship had been quelling and the soil to the beautiful love that bonds them now uncut able together.
He stopped his reveries as he was now looking in the hard grim faces of the heavily armed MACO-company in the aft of the Pod.
For some reasons it hurts him, that this kind of military presence more and more flow into the process of all and everything. Sure such precautions measures had a sense and a reason. Nevertheless the psychologically consequences such a presence seem to have couldn’t be denied.
The MACOs a little pit puzzled by his stare looks back, interrupting the equipment-checking or whatever they did. “Is there any problem Commander?” Major Hayes wanted to know.
Trip only shaking his head, turned and stared throughout the viewer.
Chapter Nine
The Shuttle pod glides over the ice tundra. Hugh ice cliffs skimmed below fast by. After a few turbulences in the atmosphere on its way down, the flight has become calm and steady. The vista was beautiful as well as a far sun shone on the eternal ice. Reflection from the crystals where shimmering in all colours of the known spectrum.
“We approach the side of the signals origin in approximately ten minutes” Trip said.
En route to the side little other things were to do, so the MACOs rechecked their equipments. As the Pod arrived the viewer obscured by the constantly flying snow showed an outstanding dune. When they came nearer they saw it was a ship. Its shape driven in an ice crater and according the clearly visible aisle slice with black in kilometres of ice, it was obvious the ship had crashed hard.
“Reading show multiple hull breaches” Reed said taping his controls: “Several debris fragments are shattered over several km’s” he said with a grim voice.
Tucker concentrated on the view screen brought the shuttle nearer and tried to hold it steady, despite the turbulences.
“I also detecting a faint but holding atmosphere within the main compartment” he said surprised.
A strong turbulence hit the Shuttlepod and shook all hands on broad heavily as to undercurrent the hostile environment they were in. Abrupt Reed looked up from the readouts: “Sir the scanners show a life sign aboard!”
A wave of relief washed over Trip, apparently the sender of the distress call hasn’t gone yet.
“Ok that side near the crater looks good. I’ll try to land there” Trip said with a pointed finger: “Meanwhile prepare your EVA-suits.”
Tucker did his best to trim the small vessel as the hard winds pressed against the hull. As he did so everyone aboard the Pod get dressed.
He did as best as he could but nevertheless the ruthless tides scourged the ships body and rocked the hell out of it. Some of the well trained MACOs stumbled and Reed must hold on the console not to stumble. His knuckles turned white as a hand was steadying his position and the other hastened to operate to help Trip.
In the back the soldiers did they best to steady the equipment as the vessel was falling up side down toward the surface. In the last second Trip brought it about but hardly a few meters over the icecaps.
Slowly he released his holding breath. He didn’t been even aware he was holding. After a fast glide over the icy uneven surface, he landed it with a hard crunch.
After securing the pods status he looked at the rumbled aft: “Sorry guys for the hard ride is everyone ok?”
Quickly he heard Malcolm’s affirmation and saw the MACOs nod however with grim faces. “What the hell was you thinking of that stunt” Major Hayes angry voice shoot off.
A mix of fuddled and angry expression on his face Trip shouted back: “What I was thinking” he looked bewildered: “I was saving ours and the asses of your MACO-team.”
At that Hayes was crunching between his teeth: “That could have killed us may be next time you should it hand to our hands, to do the risky ops.”
“Maybe“ he answered his voice as harsh as before: “We should try to help this guy over there before we rattling the sables.”
The major’s only response was a curt but efficient nod before he turned to his people.
“Ok peoples, let’s get over there” he said according only the MACOs.
But nevertheless Malcolm made himself ready to go never mind the let the arrogant Major took over command as did Tucker.
After that they opened with a hiss the seal of the suttlepods door and went out in the unprotected environment of the ice planet. According to Trips scanning data the ship compartment in question was 359 meters from they current position but out of visual reach because of an ice cliff that rose in between.
Chapter Ten
As they finally reached the crash-side the imposing partly sliced and melted main piece of the crashed ship half mounting in ice and snow rose before them. Assuming the had dropped down through the atmosphere.
“Sensor readings show slight rest traces of radiation but at a low enough level to curse not harm through our EVAs” Reed said over the com.
They stand before a huge abyss. The ice broke dramatically down mere before there feet as the team overlooked the side.
“You see another way we can get down there?” Trip asked with a quick glance in his direction.
“My sensor show no other“ he answered again his accent could clearly be heard over the crackling sounds of interferences on the com channel.
Behind them Chang a sufficient smile curled Changs lips as he pulled out his rifle: “Maybe we should try this.”
“Typical your guys always want rather blow things up than fix them“ Trip responded.
“No Sir“ Chang answered shortly and pulled out a vizier from the riffle, aimed with his trained eye and shut it down the slope. But instead a phase-beam and cable shout forward to bore itself far down in the hard ice. Chang afterward test it with a satisfied grin.
“Any questions?”
„I don’t think so“ Hayes said: „Carry on.“
After every team member has fixed the controlled they hold, they began the ascent on the five-hundred-twenty vertically down falling ice cliff.
I hate this Read thought within glance in the abyss.
Chapter Eleven
After they long hard way down over the ice wall they finally reached solid ground. Now they stood immediately on the crash side.
Reed pointed with his scanner on a bulkhead that rose before them: “I’m detecting life sign directly in there.”
Tucker took a step in that direction.
“Maybe be should proceed with caution” Hayes said.
“Major, a man lie there and is possible dying. We’ve not the time” said Tucker und took grip on a hatch of the desolate vessel.
He strongly pulled: „Maybe your guys can make themselves useful” he said between pressed teeth.
With a curt nod the Major gave the command. After a lot of muscle force and pressure the hatch finally cracked open and haze pulled forward.
Within the small and rumbled interior of what was left of this ship compartment they saw lying a female shape clearly not in the healthiest condition.
Quickly Amanda Cole bend down and retrieved her scanner.
She looked up: “Sir this woman has suffered a shock but should be ok with first aid.”
After he come nearer Trip saw the delicate features of the woman blue face, with two antennas on her head surrounded by long white hair. These attributes let him recognize her species immediately.
Shortly after Cole had begun to vet the woman open mourning her eyes in bewilderment.
“Where I’m; what do you here?” after that she stared shocked with wide eyes in Amander’s and gripped her hand as tears welled up in her eyes and she asked with a whimpering voice: “What did you do to him?”
Chapter Twelve
Cole did her best to becalm the bewildered Andorian woman. Who cried out her soul and was beating thoughtlessly around her praying for her dear.
“Please, what have you done?” she cried out again holding Cole on the wrist before her voice was breaking as tears ran down her cheeks.
“Calm down please“she answered with a soft voice, lines of sympathy written on her face.
With a quick look at the med-scanner, she saw her blood pressure has risen dramatically.
After the woman had took a few deep breath she asked again: “What have you done and why?”
At the Tucker took a step forward: “I don’t know what you’re talking about ma’am but we’re here to help you. Our ship picked up your distress call.”
At that the women seemed to calm down a little: “Yeah so the sender was able transmit it. But where is my husband?”
As he heard the question Trip could understand the woman’s outburst before, his heart sinking thought quietly: What would I do in her position? And inevitable a second thought jumped to his mind: What would T’Pol do?
Chapter Thirteen
