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Immune- Chapter 13Immune by Trinneergirl Disclaimers in Chapter 1
As luck would have it, now Trip could have used something to take his mind off things; everything left on Enterprise was going fine and he had far too much time to just think. Unable to stand the silence for his final hours, he placed some music on the ship's systems as he made his last rounds of each department. Shunning the delta blues he usually favoured as being out of step with his mood, Trip asked the computer to find a selection of peaceful classical music and opera. As he passed from department to department the corridors of the empty ship were gently filled with the haunting sounds made across hundreds of years on a world upon which Trip had been born, from which he was hundreds of light years away, and which he now would never live to see again. The calm that had fallen upon the young Chief Engineer was helped by the soothing music.
Eight minutes later, Enterprise, on her prearranged course, exited warp and drew herself flawlessly into orbit around the silent, dead star. As she completed her voyage a blur of light moved nearby and the Trayia joined Enterprise at the rendezvous. The lifeless figure on the Bridge was scanned, and with a shimmer, transported. The two ships docked and teams of medical staff entered the airless vessel, decked out in EVA suits. Following Trip's explicit orders, they found the two cargo bays and Sickbay and transferred the eighty-two stricken members to the hospital ship. For nearly twenty-four hours, the doctors, nurses, and science teams worked to isolate each mutation of the virus. They studied the physiology of the crew; Human, Denobulan, Vulcan, bat, and beagle. They studied in particular Crewman Wilkinson who'd been able to synthesise a vaccine for the Dryalian Meningitis, and the work Dr. Phlox had done to palliate the illness, both using Trip's blood. Eventually, when they were sure, the Dryalian medics started a course of specially formed drugs to initiate a cure.
"Where are we?" Jon asked croakily. T'Pol acknowledged his conscious presence with a slight nod, then replied. "The Trayia. A Dryalian hospital ship." The Captain sat up slowly. He was in a white room with a glass wall along one side that led out to a corridor. Various monitors and readouts were set into the wall. "Dryalian? We made it? Trip got us here?" He asked, amazed. He would never have believed any one person could guide Enterprise through the Vort Cloud. T'Pol seemed to stiffen and Malcolm looked down, his eyes closing for a long moment.
"The crew?" he probed. "The crew have all been revived, sir," Reed told him. "The Dryalians were able to use the work Dr. Phlox did with Tr...Trip's blood to enhance their own cures and everyone who was sick is well on the road to recovery." "Enterprise?" Archer questioned, trying to fight off the sinking feeling Malcolm's stumble over Trip's name had caused. "The ship has sustained some damage," admitted T'Pol. "We have been unable to ascertain how much as the Dryalians have been unwilling to talk to us until all the surv... all the senior crew were present."
"Trip?" There was an audible pause before the Vulcan replied. "I'm sorry, sir." Unbidden, tears welled in Jon's eyes. Trip couldn't be dead. Just couldn't be! He had so much to say to his friend. So much to apologise for. "Dead?" he whispered hoarsely. Both officers nodded. "The Dryalians claim to have reviving technology, but so far their attempts to bring him back from death have not met with success." Visions of Trip laughing, happy, dark blue eyes glowing with enthusiasm for everything, and the man always so brilliantly, wonderfully alive, kept passing across Jon's mind, making it difficult to concentrate.
"How?" he asked. "We're not certain. As we said, the Dryalian's aren't talking much," Malcolm replied. "It seems as if the ship suffered some kind of catastrophic failure of the life support system and Trip... asphyxiated." The Armoury Officer broke off, fighting back his own tears at the thought of Trip choking to death alone. T'Pol brought her arms out from behind her back. In one hand she had a data PADD. "This was left by Commander Tucker. It was placed into my stasis pod while I was asleep." She handed the PADD to Archer, who took it with a hand that was not quite steady. The message on the PADD was short and direct, in Trip's inimitable style.
"In the habit of your culture, Commander Tucker always referred to Enterprise as a she," T'Pol reasoned. "I assume therefore that the 'him' in the note, Captain, refers to you." It was too much for Jon to bear. The words of the note blurred together as the tears fell. He sobbed in raw grief. Despite everything, the loyal, brave friend he'd accidentally isolated into feeling he had to leave Starfleet had, as his final act, thought of him. Covering his face with his hands Archer continued to cry in a storm of bereavement and regret. Malcolm turned away from his colleagues, his shoulders shaking as he attempted to hide his own tears. T'Pol, envying her Human colleague's ability to shed the pain of loss so openly, stood in silence, a deep emptiness within her at the thought that she would never see Trip again.
"Do you have any idea what the cause of the life support failure was?" Archer questioned. T'Pol shook her head. "Not really," she replied. "Although the Dryalians have been preoccupied with saving the Enterprise 's crew, they have been unusually evasive about many of the events which led them here." "All we know for sure, sir," Malcolm elucidated, "is that they came here in response to a hail from... from Trip. They boarded Enterprise and took us all off, treated us, and made us well. They have had several teams on Enterprise since the two ships docked, not medical teams, sir, military ones. And one of the crew members, an exobiologist named Kurt Wilkinson has been kept under close arrest since he was revived."
"Something that occurred before the Vort Cloud?" he mused aloud. Lieutenant Reed shook his head. "No, sir. I was the last crewman to fall to the illness.” His eyes misted over in memory. "Everyone else was already in the stasis modules. Trip told me that he promised we would all make it. He vowed that even if he didn't, we would." Jon fought back another bout of tears that threatened to overwhelm him. Before he could speak, A delegation of four came down the corridor and into the room. A man in a military uniform spoke to the Starfleet personnel.
"Captain Jonathan Archer," Jon introduced, remembering the Dryalian custom of formal introductions. "My First Officer and Science Officer, Sub-Commander T'Pol, my Armoury Officer, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. Pleased to meet you." The hazel eyes focussed on Sau'mara. "Any news on Commander Tucker?" His dark green eyes sad, the CMO shook his head. "The computer is having difficulty locking on to all the neurons in the young man's mind. We are using new algorithms to compensate. If it doesn't work in the next ten hours, I'm afraid we will have to cease our attempts and call in the Commander as irrevocably dead." Jon nodded, the half-molten stone in his chest burning within acutely.
"My officers have told me that you are holding one of my men prisoner and that you won't say why," he offered evenly. "I'm sorry if we have seemed evasive," Dan'een apologised. "I would not authorise an disclosure until we had found all the evidence aboard you ship and until you, yourself, were awake and cured from your illness to help decide what must be done." "I don't understand," Jon confessed. "What evidence? What disclosure?" "I understand your confusion," Sau'mara said, his deep voice soothing, even if his words were not. "If you will kindly come with us we will show you what we have learned. If we explain, it would be hard to believe. In fact with the hard evidence it still sounds like a fiction, believe me. You must see yourself."
"Ensign's Sato and Mayweather are also part of my Senior Staff," he explained. "My Communications Officer and Helmsman." "They are waiting for you," Dan'een assured him. Along with Dr. Phlox and Lieutenant Llywellen Griffith, your Head of Exobiology." Nodding, Archer stood, feeling a captain once more now he had his uniform back on. "Thank you," he replied. I'm ready if you are. If you'd like to lead the way, I'd be interested in finding out what this is all about." Captain Dan'een nodded and the four Dryalians filed out. Archer signaled to T'Pol and Reed with his eyes and the three Starfleet personnel followed the aliens from the room. Through his grief, Jon wanted answers. Why and how Trip had died? Why Crewman Wilkinson had been arrested? What had happened to Enterprise since he and his crew had become incapacitated? He fully intended to get those answers, and soon.
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