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Frozen WastelandAuthor - The One | F | Genre - Action/Adventure | Main Story | Rating - PG-13
Fan Fiction Main Page | Stories sorted by title, author, genre, and rating Frozen Wasteland by The One Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Paramount owns Enterprise. Am not making any profit off of this story. ***** Chapter One
Trip scaled the ladder as he was going down his foot hit the water. His leg was caught in between the rungs, even as the rest of him was going down. Trip had felt his leg snap. It felt like a two hundred pound bowling ball and been dropped on his knee cap! All the people in Engineering watched as Trip’s leg finally came free and sent the Commander to the floor. Two ran for the com to signal Sickbay to come as the rest rushed to his side. Some five minutes later Phlox had come and taken him to Sickbay. Trip snapped back to the present as a wave of pain crept through his leg. Dr. Phlox had set his leg and put a brace on it but that was hardly helping. Trip felt his teeth rattle. What was that? he wondered. Trip noticed the whole ship shake a little. Did something hit us? Then the ship shook again! Trip was thrown from his bed. “What the hell?!” he exclaimed. Trip rushed to the window and peered out. There were two ships firing on Enterprise. Trip studied the ships closely. The two ships were Andorian ships **** He entered the smoking bridge. Jon turned to see him. “Trip!” Trip made his way over to Jon. “What the hell happn’d here cap’n?” Trip asked. “The Andorian vessels came, and without warning opened fire,” a bleeding T’Pol told him. “Sir.” Malcolm Reed interrupted. “We’ve used up all are torpedos. Our plasma cannons are gone to sir.” “Hull plating?” Archer asked. Malcolm looked at his station. “Failing.” He said. Jon was silent a moment, even as the two ships continued to hammer them. Jon finally gave the order he never thought he would ever give. “Abandon ship,” he ordered. TBC Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! Two folks have made commentshuh? huh? gimme more!!! plz! can't abandon ship, abandon captain instead. and eeewww, had to make me cringe with the leg breaking description. *shudders* more soon plz :) You sure have my attention. Nice beginning. Now more please. |