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Frozen Wasteland - Chapter 6

Author - The One
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Frozen Wasteland

by The One

Disclaimer: Paramount owns Enterprise. Am not making any profit off of this story.


Rating: PG-13

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Chapter Six


While Jon and Shran were talking, Trip was continuing to bandage what he could.

Malcolm moaned as Trip tightened the bandage on his shoulder.

“We’ve got to find a way to get out of here.” Malcolm said through gritted teeth.

“Couldn’t agree more ma friend. With two guards guardin’ both sides of th’ door, I’m open ta any suggestions!” Trip said.

Malcolm nodded and took out his small tricorder.

“Those guards didn’t even bother to check us!” Malcolm said as he passed the equipment to Trip.

“I might be able ta break into th’ computer with this,” Trip said

“That was the general idea,” Malcolm replied.

Trip nodded his head, set the tricorder down behind him and continued to work.

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Jon sat down on the command chair as a female helm officer told Shran that they were in orbit around Andoria.

“Hail them,” Shran said.

The male comm officer nodded and punched a few buttons.

Shran turned to Jon. “Show time,” he said.

Jon sighed. “This is Captain Jonathan Archer of Enterprise. I’m here with Shran.”

Shran shoved Jon out of the way. His cover was blown.

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The president of Andoria stared at the screen as Shran shoved Archer out of the way.

“I expected something drastic from you Shran, but this takes the cake!” the president said.

“I’m glad you’re not disappointed,” Shran shot back.

“Unfortunately it won’t work. Kidnapping a Starfleet vessel and her crew, that’s an all new low,” President Vansha reminded him.

The president watched and placed his hand under the table, as Shran placed the pistol to Archer’s head.

“Free the children, or this man dies!” Shran ordered.

“No,” The president said, then he pushed the button.

Immediately Jon was beamed out of the bridge and onto the floor of the president’s house!

“My men,” Jon said.

Vansha raised a hand and closed the channel with Shran.

“Do not be alarmed Captain.” Vansha retargeted his transporter and promptly beamed down Trip and Malcolm.

“That’s a neat little trick,” Jon said, amazed.

“It’s a little something I picked up from the Suliban,” The president replied.

“Tell me something.” Jon said.

“I will, just as soon as you get cleaned up.” The president signaled to the guards who took hold of Archer and his men and ushered them to the lower levels of the house.


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:'( !!!

Ure killing me with the suspense
i love the way this story is going and it seems to be a very good storyline just the small sections are kinda driving me mad.
gr8 update if a little short