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Trip was getting real tired of all this. They’d found the Xindi weapon and stopped the Spherebuilders from destroying Earth. He’d lost his sister and his best friend. Now, not only were they stuck in an alternate past, but he was trapped in a compound of time traveling alien Nazis thanks to the shapeshifter Silik tying him up in a closet to use his image to get back aboard Enterprise.
This was not what he’d expected when he’d joined Starfleet. Exploring the galaxy and meeting new races sure. Time traveling shapeshifters he could deal with.
Alien Nazis just seemed to be really pushing it.
But Trip couldn’t dwell on that at the moment. Right now, he really needed to get out of there and find a way to contact Enterprise so he could relay what he’d overheard. It might be their only hope of stopping the alien Nazis and getting home.
Leading with the gun he’d taken from a Nazi solider, he turned a corner and found Silik. It was the only person it could be, since Jonathan Archer was dead, killed destroying the Xindi weapon. Trip swallowed back the pain of seeing the face of his dead best friend before he spoke, gun pointed at the shape shifter’s head with more relish then he’d like to admit. It probably would have disturbed him before the Xindi attack how ready he was to pull the trigger but now he just didn’t care.
“Hold it,” He said forcefully as the alien said his name, no doubt trying to be a convincing Archer. “Stay right there.”
“Trip, it’s me.”
“Shut up. Drop the disguise, Silik, or I’ll blow your ugly head off.” Trip wasn’t normally a violent man but after the last few days (and months), it would feel real good to eliminate one of the obstacles between him and home, especially Silik, that pebbly faced bastard who had been a thorn in Enterprise’s side since day one and had the nerve to use Archer’s face.
“If you do, you’ll probably regret it,” said the man in front of him before turning to the side so Trip could see past him. To where the pebbly faced bastard Silik lay dead on the floor. Which could only mean...
“Cap’n?” Trip asked warily, as he had to take a moment to catch up. Jon wasn’t dead after all? After things being so damn difficult for so long, it really was hard to believe and Trip’s optimism just wasn’t what it used to be.
“Good to see you Commander,” said the man in front of him, who Trip was still not quite sure was the Captain.
“You’re alive?” How could Malcolm have been mistaken?
“As long as you don’t pull that trigger.” Jon nodded lazily at the pistol with a trusting smile, in a gesture so Jon-like that it made Trip finally believe that this was his friend. Immediately, he realized he still had the pistol pointed at Jon’s head and he lowered it, a look of disbelief taking over his features. Sure, he believed it was Jon now, but that still didn’t explain how the heck he’d gotten here.
“I can’t...” Trip took a few steps forward, taking a good look at his resurrected friend. “I can’t believe it!” He was grinning now as he reached out to grab Jon’s shoulders in one last effort to confirm he was alive and real. Jon was alive!
But Jon stopped the reunion with a deadpanned, “The compound’s about to blow up.”
Trip met his eyes and nodded. Right. Not the best place for a reunion. “Gotcha.”
Now with a new added haste to get out of the compound before Enterprise blew it up, Trip let Jon lead the way, covering their rear with his stolen pistol. He heard Jon open a door that led outside, evident by the sounds of a fire fight going on, and did one more check behind them before turning to follow Jon through the doorway.
But instead of a firefight in war torn New York City, Trip dropped the pistol down and lifted a hand to block his eyes from the intense sunlight. Sure he’d mentioned to T’Pol that his plans on getting home were to lay out on a different beach everyday for a month but he assumed they’d have to get home first. But sure enough, spread out before him was a beach, as tropical as he’d ever seen one and not a Nazi in sight, alien or otherwise.
“Cap’n?” Trip called out as a token effort, though he had a hunch he was by himself, wherever he was. “Huh...” He said to himself as he looked around, not sure if he was surprised or not anymore. Really, it was just all around frustration at this point. “Shouldn’t have thought things couldn’t get any stranger. Universe just likes ta prove me right.”
[Traditional debut. He's coming from here (starting at around 5:50) so he's not in his Starfleet uniform and he has a WWII era looking gun in his hand. He won't shoot, unless your pup convinces him they're Suliban (shape shifting aliens) so don't do that. TAG AWAY!]
This was not what he’d expected when he’d joined Starfleet. Exploring the galaxy and meeting new races sure. Time traveling shapeshifters he could deal with.
Alien Nazis just seemed to be really pushing it.
But Trip couldn’t dwell on that at the moment. Right now, he really needed to get out of there and find a way to contact Enterprise so he could relay what he’d overheard. It might be their only hope of stopping the alien Nazis and getting home.
Leading with the gun he’d taken from a Nazi solider, he turned a corner and found Silik. It was the only person it could be, since Jonathan Archer was dead, killed destroying the Xindi weapon. Trip swallowed back the pain of seeing the face of his dead best friend before he spoke, gun pointed at the shape shifter’s head with more relish then he’d like to admit. It probably would have disturbed him before the Xindi attack how ready he was to pull the trigger but now he just didn’t care.
“Hold it,” He said forcefully as the alien said his name, no doubt trying to be a convincing Archer. “Stay right there.”
“Trip, it’s me.”
“Shut up. Drop the disguise, Silik, or I’ll blow your ugly head off.” Trip wasn’t normally a violent man but after the last few days (and months), it would feel real good to eliminate one of the obstacles between him and home, especially Silik, that pebbly faced bastard who had been a thorn in Enterprise’s side since day one and had the nerve to use Archer’s face.
“If you do, you’ll probably regret it,” said the man in front of him before turning to the side so Trip could see past him. To where the pebbly faced bastard Silik lay dead on the floor. Which could only mean...
“Cap’n?” Trip asked warily, as he had to take a moment to catch up. Jon wasn’t dead after all? After things being so damn difficult for so long, it really was hard to believe and Trip’s optimism just wasn’t what it used to be.
“Good to see you Commander,” said the man in front of him, who Trip was still not quite sure was the Captain.
“You’re alive?” How could Malcolm have been mistaken?
“As long as you don’t pull that trigger.” Jon nodded lazily at the pistol with a trusting smile, in a gesture so Jon-like that it made Trip finally believe that this was his friend. Immediately, he realized he still had the pistol pointed at Jon’s head and he lowered it, a look of disbelief taking over his features. Sure, he believed it was Jon now, but that still didn’t explain how the heck he’d gotten here.
“I can’t...” Trip took a few steps forward, taking a good look at his resurrected friend. “I can’t believe it!” He was grinning now as he reached out to grab Jon’s shoulders in one last effort to confirm he was alive and real. Jon was alive!
But Jon stopped the reunion with a deadpanned, “The compound’s about to blow up.”
Trip met his eyes and nodded. Right. Not the best place for a reunion. “Gotcha.”
Now with a new added haste to get out of the compound before Enterprise blew it up, Trip let Jon lead the way, covering their rear with his stolen pistol. He heard Jon open a door that led outside, evident by the sounds of a fire fight going on, and did one more check behind them before turning to follow Jon through the doorway.
But instead of a firefight in war torn New York City, Trip dropped the pistol down and lifted a hand to block his eyes from the intense sunlight. Sure he’d mentioned to T’Pol that his plans on getting home were to lay out on a different beach everyday for a month but he assumed they’d have to get home first. But sure enough, spread out before him was a beach, as tropical as he’d ever seen one and not a Nazi in sight, alien or otherwise.
“Cap’n?” Trip called out as a token effort, though he had a hunch he was by himself, wherever he was. “Huh...” He said to himself as he looked around, not sure if he was surprised or not anymore. Really, it was just all around frustration at this point. “Shouldn’t have thought things couldn’t get any stranger. Universe just likes ta prove me right.”
[Traditional debut. He's coming from here (starting at around 5:50) so he's not in his Starfleet uniform and he has a WWII era looking gun in his hand. He won't shoot, unless your pup convinces him they're Suliban (shape shifting aliens) so don't do that. TAG AWAY!]