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Telekinetic Terror - Chapter 4

Author - Hoshissis
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Telekinetic Terror

By Hoshi’s Sis

Disclaimer in Chapter one.
A/N Sorry I have taken a while to upload a new chapter. I have been having network problems.
A/N Slight spoilers for Fusion and Stigma

Chapter Four

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Captain Archer, T’Pol, Malcolm, Hoshi and Doctor Phlox were all gathered around the operations table in the situation room, which was showing a simulated diagram of the alien space station.

“All right people,” said Captain Archer facing the small group. “I want some answers as to how we are going to get Trip out of there. According to Phlox, we don’t have a lot of time.”

“That’s right Captain” replied Phlox. “As I mentioned before when you were getting ready for this mission, the oxygen content is on the low side for humans. You can tolerate this for a couple of hours, any more and you will start to develop symptoms of oxygen deprivation.”

“What does this mean for Trip,” enquired Captain Archer.

“Well he’s only been over there for about twenty minutes, so this gives us a small margin of time to think of a plan and put it in action,” replied Malcolm.

“That would usually be the case,” replied Phlox, “but I have been monitoring the Commander’s bio sign and found something rather disturbing. He is showing signs of stress, which is certainly understandable given his present situation. What are unusual though are these readings here.” Phlox pointed to the screen for the others to understanding what he was referring to.

“What is so unusual about them Doc?” asked a concerned Captain Archer.

“Well they indicate a weakening of Commander Tucker’s life sign,” said Phlox. “It’s as if an outside force is drawing energy from his body.”

“How bad is this?” enquired Malcolm.

“At the moment it’s not causing any visible problems. The longer he is trapped there, the weaker he will get from the energy drain due to his body’s organs starting to shut down. Coupled together with the low oxygen content, it shortens the time needed for a rescue attempt.”

“How long has he got Doc?” asked a distressed Captain Archer, who was growing more and more worried about his friend’s predicament?

“Another hour before organ damage starts to set in, after that you will probably have another forty minutes before his symptoms become too severe for me to heal. I may be slightly wrong about the time estimate, since I can only go off his bio sign readings shown here,” replied Phlox who was trying to give some hope to his anxious colleges. “Either way we don’t have long. The sooner we recover him the better it will be.”

“Right people,” said Captain Archer, “let’s have some ideas.”

“We could try the transporter,” suggested Malcolm

“No,” replied Phlox “his bio sign is too unstable for a successful transport.”

“From this creature’s behaviour,” said T’Pol, “it would indicate that it has telekinetic powers. Therefore it is logical to conclude that the creature is telepathic also.”

“Go on,” urged Captain Archer.

“Since Vulcan’s are telepathic also,” suggested T’Pol, “maybe I could connect with this creature causing it to relinquish its hold on the Commander.”

Everyone threw T’Pol a surprised look at this new information, everyone that is except Phlox who said “I always thought Vulcan’s were touch telepath’s.”

“Yes and No!” replied T’Pol. “Differences vary between individuals. I should be able to connect once I enter a deep meditative state.”

“Have you done this before,” enquired Malcolm.

“No!” replied Tpol who appeared quite uncomfortable at the enquiring glances from her colleagues. Vulcan’s by nature were quite reserved about their personal sides. Normally she would not have offered this information freely, but this was an emergency, logic dictated that she adapt.

“If it released its hold, wouldn’t this cause Commander Tucker to fall to his death,” replied Hoshi. She shuddered, flashing back to this scene earlier.

“Not if we transported him before he hit the ground”, said T’Pol.

“I don’t know,” replied Malcolm, “it sounds kind of risky and experimental at that. First it might not work at all, even if it does and our timing was off……….. Trip is a gonna!”

“Then we have to make sure that it isn’t, Mr Reed,” replied T’Pol.

“T’Pol, what about you? Will there be any danger to you,” asked Captain Archer. He didn’t want to bring up the incident with Tolaris or the resulting Panar Syndrome in front of the others, but his look to T’Pol conveyed to her what he was thinking.

“It depends on the creature, but I believe I can make contact with relatively little harm to myself,” replied T’Pol.

“Captain I could stay with T’Pol to monitor her condition,” said Doctor Phlox hoping to reassure any of his Captains fears.

T’Pol threw him the ‘I-can-take-care-of-myself-look’, but offered no further comment.

“No we are going to need you on Enterprise in case Trip needs medical attention. How close to you have to be to gain contact?” asked Captain Archer.

“Just outside the station on a shuttlepod should be sufficient,” replied T’Pol.

Captain Archer thought for a minute, thinking over what they had been discussing. He didn’t like the idea of placing T’Pol and Trip in danger, but since there were no other suggestions and time was running short, he relented to the plan.

“Okay people let’s get this plan in action and get Trip home,” said Captain Archer. T’Pol, Travis can pilot a shuttlepod in to orbit around the station and Hoshi can monitor your condition once you enter a meditative state. Malcolm, your quick eye and skills make you the perfect candidate to handle the transporter.”

Travis who had been working his post at helm, chose this moment to interrupt. “Captain, sorry to disturb you but we have a situation here.”

Everyone looked upon and began to return to their posts at the sound of his concerned voice! “Yes Travis, what’s the matter,” replied Captain Archer walking towards the centre chair.

“That alien ship that attacked us three days ago has returned. It’s entered the system and coming straight for us,” replied Travis.

“Battle stations everyone!” shouted Captain Archer. Great, this is just what we need knowhe thought. Hang on Trip.


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Three people have made comments

Ive been waiting desparately for you to post another chapter and was delighted to see you had, but it was over too SOON!.Cant wait to see how they rescue poor Trip. Thanks for a great story.

Just what they need...more trouble! Great chapter! As always, thanks and I'll be watching for that next posting! :-)

YES!!! Another chapter! I can't wait to see what happens next! Thanks!