Run of the Ship (Part 4/8)
Title: Run of the Ship (Part 4 of 8)
Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise
Rating: PG
Character: Reed, bit of Travis, Kelly, Rostov and an OFC, with some of the main cast sprinkled over it to top it off
Category: General, Humour
Spoilers: None. Could be set in season one, or after return to earth from xindi mission.
Summary: Almost the entire crew are on shore leave, a team of alien engineers are doing repairs onboard & the ever security conscious Malcolm remains onboard to oversee them. It seems his current paranoia is not ungrounded when they highjack the ship.
A/N: Not a sequel to, but in the same universe as Target Practise which introduces the OFC Crewman Angela Robertson
, who Malcolm has no particular affinity for :)
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* * *
“We could go back and find them,” Rostov suggested.
“We don’t know what we would be walking into. Even with Enterprise’s impressive array of weapons,” Robertson said glancing at Malcolm “we could find they are more than a match for us, and then what would we do?”
“Get blown to pieces,” Malcolm said folding his arms and staring down at the console in the centre of the situation room at the back of the bridge.
“Which would leave the rest of the crew stranded on Larackia,” Travis added.
“So it’s out with plan A,” Robertson concluded.
“I think the best idea is to get to work on long range communication,” Malcolm said.
“We’re in range, we could contact Larackia . . .” Robertson said tentatively.
“But?” Malcolm asked.
“But the Larackians who commandeered the ship could pick it up too,” Kelly said timidly.
“Track us to these co-ordinates,” Robertson said.
“And steal the ship again,” Malcolm finished.
“And what are we going to do if we contact the rest of the crew? I mean the Larackians have only reached warp two. And I seriously doubt they’d just give us a warp coil when they eventually got here,” Robertson said.
“We could contact the Vulcan High Command,” Travis suggested.
“Echo 4 should be in range,” Rostov said.
Malcolm shook his head. “Same problem, the Larackian pirates could intercept the message
“Well we have to do something,” Robertson said, frustration evident in her tone.
Malcolm sighed. “We’ll send the message,” he said decisively. “To Larackia and the Vulcan High Command.”
“What if it’s intercepted?” Travis asked.
“They’ll come after us, no question,” Robertson said.
“They’ll have one hell of a fight on their hands,” Malcolm replied. “I want you to get to work on the weapons, make sure they are all working at 110%” he told them. “Rostov I want you, Kelly and Robertson to get to work hooking up the canons to the impulse drive.”
“To increase the yield,” Rostov nodded. “Yes sir,” he said and headed for the turbo lift, followed by the other two engineers.
“I’ll be down to the armoury in a minute,” Malcolm told them as the door slid closed. He walked over to the communications station with Travis following at his heels. With the press of a few buttons he began recording the message.
“This is Lieutenant Reed of the Starship Enterprise. Enterprise was commandeered by Larackian pirates posing as engineers. We managed to retake the ship, but they got away with a plasma injector and damaged another leaving us incapable of going to warp,” he paused and took a breath. “Seventy-eight members of the crew are stranded on Larackia and Enterprise is likely to be subjected to an attack after sending this message. Please send any assistance you can as soon as possible. Co-ordinates enclosed,” he finished and turned to Travis.
“Let’s hope they hear it in time,” Travis said.
“Let’s hope Ensign,” Malcolm said standing up. “You have to bridge; I’ll be in the armoury if you need me.”
* * *
“Malcolm!” Robertson yelled as she walked into the armoury.
“What?!” he asked from where he was sitting at a station, checking the targeting sensors. Again.
“Have you eaten today?” she asked as she came and leant against the station so that she was facing him. He ignored her. “Slept in the last two?”
“If you don’t mind, I’m slightly busy here . . .”
“Okay. Don’t eat. Don’t sleep. But please, Malcolm, for everyone’s sake, take a shower?”
He glared at her and she grinned. “Are you insinuating that-?”
“You smell? Why yes, yes I am,” she said, pulling him into a standing position. “Go have a shower, eat and sleep,” she said sternly.
“You can’t give me orders, Crewman,” he said stubbornly.
She smiled at him evilly. “Actually, as the person with the most medical training . . .” -Malcolm paled- “. . . I can, and I will.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said sarcastically, throwing in a sloppy salute for good measure before stalking out of the armoury. Robertson followed, smiling happily.
Malcolm threw her regular glares as she followed him to his quarters. When they reached the door he turned around and leant on the wall with his arms folded.
“Do you intend to follow me in and watch?” he asked tersely. She smirked and took a step forward so they were practically nose to nose.
“I’ll even join you if you ask nicely,” she whispered. He rolled his eyes and went into his quarters. “I’m devastated! You’ve broken my fragile little heart Malcolm Reed!” she called through the door before she walked away.
* * *
Malcolm had just pulled on some clothes and was towel drying his hair when the tactical alert alarm went off. Cursing he dropped the towel and ran out of the door. When he reached the bridge Travis was at the helm and Robertson was at tactical.
“Report?” he asked, taking up the captain’s usual pacing area.
“There’s a Larackian ship approaching, we picked it up on long range sensors,” Robertson told him.
“They might be bringing help from Larackia,” he said hopefully. Apparently there had been liquid optimism infused into the water in his shower.
“They’re coming from the wrong direction,” Travis said.
“Of course they are,” Malcolm muttered and dropped down into the captain’s chair.
“Sir, they’ve just dropped out of warp!” Robertson informed him.
“Ready weapons,” Malcolm instructed. “Bridge to engineering,” he said punching the comm. “Arm yourselves, our friends are back.”
“Yes sir,” Rostov responded.
“They’re . . . hailing us,” Robertson said incredulously and ran round to Hoshi’s station. The voice of a rather intimidating sounding Larackian filled the bridge.
“Surrender the vessel now and no harm will come to you. Resist and force will be used.”
“That’s it, they’ve cut transmission,” she said.
“Ela, go and get us a phase pistol each,” Malcolm said pointing to the door at the back of the bridge. As she ran to it Malcolm took up his post at tactical, quickly taking in the information shown on the display. “They’re charging weapons. Hold on!” he managed to warn just before the ship rocked violently. They heard a thud from the back of the bridge.
“Ela?” Malcolm called.
“I’m fine,” she said standing up, blood trickling down from her temple. Unfortunately there was no time for Malcolm to check the veracity of that statement at the moment.
“Returning fire,” he said, fingers moving deftly over the console. “No effect,” he informed them as Robertson handed him and Travis a weapon each. “I’m activating the connection from the impulse drive to the phase canons,” he said. Without hesitation he fired, disabling their weapons array.
“Nice shot,” Robertson, now at the science station, said. Before giving Travis the order to get them the hell out of there he programmed the phase canons to take another shot at the Larackian ship’s engines. Scans indicated they were dead in the water.
“Weapons and engines neutralised,” he reported.
“Nice shooting, sir,” Travis said, grinning.
“Thanks Travis. Resume previous course, full impulse.”
* * *
Continues with PART 5
Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise
Rating: PG
Character: Reed, bit of Travis, Kelly, Rostov and an OFC, with some of the main cast sprinkled over it to top it off
Category: General, Humour
Spoilers: None. Could be set in season one, or after return to earth from xindi mission.
Summary: Almost the entire crew are on shore leave, a team of alien engineers are doing repairs onboard & the ever security conscious Malcolm remains onboard to oversee them. It seems his current paranoia is not ungrounded when they highjack the ship.
A/N: Not a sequel to, but in the same universe as Target Practise which introduces the OFC Crewman Angela Robertson
, who Malcolm has no particular affinity for :)
Click the image to catch up
Read on with:
* * *
“We could go back and find them,” Rostov suggested.
“We don’t know what we would be walking into. Even with Enterprise’s impressive array of weapons,” Robertson said glancing at Malcolm “we could find they are more than a match for us, and then what would we do?”
“Get blown to pieces,” Malcolm said folding his arms and staring down at the console in the centre of the situation room at the back of the bridge.
“Which would leave the rest of the crew stranded on Larackia,” Travis added.
“So it’s out with plan A,” Robertson concluded.
“I think the best idea is to get to work on long range communication,” Malcolm said.
“We’re in range, we could contact Larackia . . .” Robertson said tentatively.
“But?” Malcolm asked.
“But the Larackians who commandeered the ship could pick it up too,” Kelly said timidly.
“Track us to these co-ordinates,” Robertson said.
“And steal the ship again,” Malcolm finished.
“And what are we going to do if we contact the rest of the crew? I mean the Larackians have only reached warp two. And I seriously doubt they’d just give us a warp coil when they eventually got here,” Robertson said.
“We could contact the Vulcan High Command,” Travis suggested.
“Echo 4 should be in range,” Rostov said.
Malcolm shook his head. “Same problem, the Larackian pirates could intercept the message
“Well we have to do something,” Robertson said, frustration evident in her tone.
Malcolm sighed. “We’ll send the message,” he said decisively. “To Larackia and the Vulcan High Command.”
“What if it’s intercepted?” Travis asked.
“They’ll come after us, no question,” Robertson said.
“They’ll have one hell of a fight on their hands,” Malcolm replied. “I want you to get to work on the weapons, make sure they are all working at 110%” he told them. “Rostov I want you, Kelly and Robertson to get to work hooking up the canons to the impulse drive.”
“To increase the yield,” Rostov nodded. “Yes sir,” he said and headed for the turbo lift, followed by the other two engineers.
“I’ll be down to the armoury in a minute,” Malcolm told them as the door slid closed. He walked over to the communications station with Travis following at his heels. With the press of a few buttons he began recording the message.
“This is Lieutenant Reed of the Starship Enterprise. Enterprise was commandeered by Larackian pirates posing as engineers. We managed to retake the ship, but they got away with a plasma injector and damaged another leaving us incapable of going to warp,” he paused and took a breath. “Seventy-eight members of the crew are stranded on Larackia and Enterprise is likely to be subjected to an attack after sending this message. Please send any assistance you can as soon as possible. Co-ordinates enclosed,” he finished and turned to Travis.
“Let’s hope they hear it in time,” Travis said.
“Let’s hope Ensign,” Malcolm said standing up. “You have to bridge; I’ll be in the armoury if you need me.”
* * *
“Malcolm!” Robertson yelled as she walked into the armoury.
“What?!” he asked from where he was sitting at a station, checking the targeting sensors. Again.
“Have you eaten today?” she asked as she came and leant against the station so that she was facing him. He ignored her. “Slept in the last two?”
“If you don’t mind, I’m slightly busy here . . .”
“Okay. Don’t eat. Don’t sleep. But please, Malcolm, for everyone’s sake, take a shower?”
He glared at her and she grinned. “Are you insinuating that-?”
“You smell? Why yes, yes I am,” she said, pulling him into a standing position. “Go have a shower, eat and sleep,” she said sternly.
“You can’t give me orders, Crewman,” he said stubbornly.
She smiled at him evilly. “Actually, as the person with the most medical training . . .” -Malcolm paled- “. . . I can, and I will.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said sarcastically, throwing in a sloppy salute for good measure before stalking out of the armoury. Robertson followed, smiling happily.
Malcolm threw her regular glares as she followed him to his quarters. When they reached the door he turned around and leant on the wall with his arms folded.
“Do you intend to follow me in and watch?” he asked tersely. She smirked and took a step forward so they were practically nose to nose.
“I’ll even join you if you ask nicely,” she whispered. He rolled his eyes and went into his quarters. “I’m devastated! You’ve broken my fragile little heart Malcolm Reed!” she called through the door before she walked away.
* * *
Malcolm had just pulled on some clothes and was towel drying his hair when the tactical alert alarm went off. Cursing he dropped the towel and ran out of the door. When he reached the bridge Travis was at the helm and Robertson was at tactical.
“Report?” he asked, taking up the captain’s usual pacing area.
“There’s a Larackian ship approaching, we picked it up on long range sensors,” Robertson told him.
“They might be bringing help from Larackia,” he said hopefully. Apparently there had been liquid optimism infused into the water in his shower.
“They’re coming from the wrong direction,” Travis said.
“Of course they are,” Malcolm muttered and dropped down into the captain’s chair.
“Sir, they’ve just dropped out of warp!” Robertson informed him.
“Ready weapons,” Malcolm instructed. “Bridge to engineering,” he said punching the comm. “Arm yourselves, our friends are back.”
“Yes sir,” Rostov responded.
“They’re . . . hailing us,” Robertson said incredulously and ran round to Hoshi’s station. The voice of a rather intimidating sounding Larackian filled the bridge.
“Surrender the vessel now and no harm will come to you. Resist and force will be used.”
“That’s it, they’ve cut transmission,” she said.
“Ela, go and get us a phase pistol each,” Malcolm said pointing to the door at the back of the bridge. As she ran to it Malcolm took up his post at tactical, quickly taking in the information shown on the display. “They’re charging weapons. Hold on!” he managed to warn just before the ship rocked violently. They heard a thud from the back of the bridge.
“Ela?” Malcolm called.
“I’m fine,” she said standing up, blood trickling down from her temple. Unfortunately there was no time for Malcolm to check the veracity of that statement at the moment.
“Returning fire,” he said, fingers moving deftly over the console. “No effect,” he informed them as Robertson handed him and Travis a weapon each. “I’m activating the connection from the impulse drive to the phase canons,” he said. Without hesitation he fired, disabling their weapons array.
“Nice shot,” Robertson, now at the science station, said. Before giving Travis the order to get them the hell out of there he programmed the phase canons to take another shot at the Larackian ship’s engines. Scans indicated they were dead in the water.
“Weapons and engines neutralised,” he reported.
“Nice shooting, sir,” Travis said, grinning.
“Thanks Travis. Resume previous course, full impulse.”
* * *
Continues with PART 5