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EPISODES 1-5
Shockwave (Part II), Carbon Creek, Minefield, Dead Stop, A Night in Sickbay
EPISODES 6-8
Marauders, The Seventh, The Communicator
EPISODES 9-11
Singularity, Vanishing Point, Precious Cargo
EPISODES 12-14
The Catwalk, Dawn, Stigma
EPISODES 15-17
Cease Fire, Future Tense, Canamar,
EPISODES 18-20
The Crossing, Judgment, Horizon
EPISODES 21-23
The Breach, Cogenitor, Regeneration
EPISODES 24-26
First Flight, Bounty, The Expanse
EPISODES 1-5
Shockwave (Part II)
Carbon Creek
Minefield
Dead Stop
A Night in Sickbay
Shockwave (Part II)
Trip: Are you
crazy? How do we know how many
Suliban are coming aboard? They
could try to take over the ship.
Carbon Creek
Minefield
Archer: How
close is your team to finishing?
Trip:
We’re down to the last few couplings. What’s goin’ on out there?
T’Pol:
Bridge to Captain Archer.
Trip:
They’re chargin’ weapons!
T’Pol: Captain
respond.
Dead Stop
Archer:
We’ve answered enough calls for help over the past year. It’s time someone returned the
favor.
Trip:
It’s reconfiguring to fit the saucer section.
Trip:
They’ve isolated every hull breach, every damaged system. I’ll be damned. We scratched the hull right there a
year ago. I bumped it with the
inspection pod, remember?
Trip: I’m
telling you the boys at Jupiter station would take three months.
Trip: If this
is their idea of a “recreation facility,” you might want to ask for
our plasma back.
Reed: Honestly
I started to feel a little sorry for the doctor. There wasn’t anything for him to do but stand there
and watch this thing work. (Trip signs defeat.
Reed gestures for the PADD.
Trip hands it over.)
Trip: Almost. Got it.
Reed: Are you
sure this is the right direction? (alarms go off and both men are transported back to
ship’s bridge where T’Pol look down at them from her station)
Archer: Do you
know how stupid that little stunt was? You could just as easily been
transported out into space.
You’re senior officers.
You’re supposed to be setting an example for the rest of the crew.
Trip and the Computer:
Trip (to computer):
Sounds like, ah, you’ve got more important things to deal with.
Archer:
What’s our status?
A Night in Sickbay
T’Pol:
There are 30 armed vessels surrounding us. Unless I’m mistaken their weapons are still targeting
our warp core. Mr. Reed?
Reed:
::reluctantly agrees with brief nod of head::
T’Pol:
So, unless you have a better suggestion…?
Trip: ::shakes
head::
Trip: (to the
Suliban re Hoshi) Leave her alone.
Trip: Any
better?
Reed:
Yeah. I thought the com was
off line?
Trip: It
is. I’m routing the signal
through the EPS grid. I can talk
to any doorbell on B deck.
Reed: You all
right?
Trip: Same as
you, I guess. Locked in tight.
Reed: And the
others?
Trip: I
can’t get in contact with T’Pol for some reason. And Hoshi and Travis are on C deck.
Reed: Any
thoughts about how we are going to get rid of these Suliban?
Trip: One step
at a time. The first thing I need
to do is to figure out how to tap into the door coms on C deck. I’ll get back to ya. Sit tight.
Reed: I
wasn’t planning on going anywhere.
Trip: It
won’t work. We can only
access the decoupling pins from outside our quarters.
Travis: So if
we can’t pick the locks, what about the shafts that house the EPS
conduits? They’re adjacent
to the air ducts.
Reed: They were
pretty much blocked off when the ship was completed. They’d be too tight to squeeze.
Trip:
What’s your definition of “too tight?”
Reed: Well you
or I couldn’t get through them.
Maybe a child or…
Trip:
…or, Hoshi?
Reed:
It’s possible, but it would be difficult.
Trip: What do
you say, Hoshi? You willin’
to give it a try?
Hoshi:
Isn’t there some other way I can help out? Something that needs translating? You know how claustrophobic I am. (GRRR! GET A GRIP, HOSHI!
editorial comment – ::slaps Hoshi for being soooo self-centered
and making the rest of the crew beg::)
Travis:
There’s no one else that
can get through those crawl spaces. Unless we can reach Crewman Naiman, she’s pretty
small.
T’Pol:
There’s no time. If
this is going to work we need to begin now. Ensign Sato.
Hoshi: How far
would I have to go to get to the Doctor’s quarters.
T’Pol: 40
meters, maybe 45.
Hoshi: Then how
far to Lieutenant Reed’s?
Trip:
It’s not that far, Hoshi.
You can do it. We need you
to do it.
T’Pol: You
certainly took your time. He had
this pressed against my head.
Trip: Had to be
sure they were preoccupied.
Trip: You
positive you’re willing to do this?
It could get pretty ugly.
Reed: I’m
positive.
Trip:
You’ve got 30 minutes.
Reed: Good
luck.
T’Pol:
You may have overdone your pyrotechnic display. The scorching on the starboard nacelle
is extensive.
Trip: Well
I’ll try to remember that next time we have to fake a reactor breach.
Trip:
Hoshi? Any sign of the
Vulcan ship?
Hoshi: Not yet.
Trip: Son of a
bitch! He did it!
Archer: Go
ahead, Enterprise.
Trip: Good to
hear your voice, Cap’n.
Archer: Good to
hear yours, too.
Trip: You guys
have wanted to scrub this mission from day one. We proved to you that we didn’t kill those 3600 people,
but you didn’t want to hear it!
You’re pathetic.
Trip: Make mine
a large indulgence.
Trip: You had a
personal matter in Carbon Creek, Pennsylvania?
Archer: Trip,
if she doesn’t want to tell us….
Trip: Seems a
little unfair. We tell her plenty
of stories.
T’Pol:
You’d like me to tell you a story?
Trip: If
it’s a good one.
T’Pol: I
went to Carbon Creek because I wanted to visit the site of first contact
between humans and Vulcans.
Archer: Then
you were about 3000 kilometers off.
That took place in Montana.
T’Pol:
Actually, it didn’t.
Trip: Every
school kid knows that Zephram Cochrane met the Vulcans in Bozman, Montana on
April 5, 2063. I’ve been
there. There’s a statue.
T’Pol: In
fact, the Vulcans visited earth long before then. My second foremother was one of them.
Trip: Your who?
T’Pol: My
mother’s mother’s mother.
Would you like to hear the story?
Archer: Why did
Vulcans keep this a secret.
T’Pol:
The incident is well documented at the Science Directorate and the Space
Council.
Trip: On
Vulcan?
T’Pol: Of
course.
Trip: Hang
on. T’Mir was your
great-grandmother? I’d be
the last person to question your math but aren’t you missing a few
generations? Sputnik was 200 years
ago.
Archer:
Don’t forget how long Vulcans live.
Trip:
Riggghhhhttt. Just how old
are you? (to Archer) It’s got to be in her record.
Archer: Trip,
that’s classified information.
(to T’Pol) Please, go
on.
Trip: I think
that wine’s gone to your head.
T’Pol:
What are you implying?
Trip: Two
Vulcans stroll into a bar, hustle a few games of pool and walk out with an arm
load of TV dinners. Sounds like an
old episode of Twilight Zone.
T’Pol: If
you’re not interested in hearing the rest….
Archer: Hold
on, hold on, we didn’t say we weren’t interested.
Trip: Do you
realize you’ve just rewritten our history books?
T’Pol: A
footnote at best.
Trip: Footnote?! This is like finding out Neil Armstrong
wasn’t the first man to walk on the moon.
T’Pol: Perhaps
he wasn’t.
Trip: Oh…
(with heavy sigh)
Archer: How
long did this Mestral stay on earth?
T’Pol: The
rest of his life, presumably.
Archer: And
that would be what, another hundred, hundred and fifty years?
T’Pol: Possibly
longer.
Trip: (disbelieving
laugh) An alien is left on earth
in the 1950s, lives through, what, 30 presidents, travels the world, and no one
notices him? And what happened
when he finally kicked the bucket?
Did the undertaker just shrug and ignore his ears?
T’Pol: You
asked me to tell you a story.
Trip: And it
was a good one. But did it really
happen?
T’Pol: As
I said, you asked me to tell you a story.
Trip: Damn,
Cap’n, she put one over on us.
Archer: You did
go to Carbon Creek.
T’Pol: If
you check my record, you’ll note that I also visited Yellowstone Park and
the Carlsbad Caverns. I’m a
scientist--that includes geology.
Thank you for the meal.
Archer: My
pleasure. You’ve certainly
kept us entertained.
T’Pol:
Good night.
Trip:
Cap’n what’s goin’ on?
Archer: I was
hoping you could tell me.
Trip:
We’ve got plasma fires, an overload in the EPS grid but whatever caused that explosion I
don’t have a clue. Weapons
fire? An astroid?
Archer: Nothing
on our sensors. How are your
people.
Trip: A few
bumps and bruises but we’re all right.
Archer: How bad
is it?
Trip: I
can’t really tell until we can get into the decompress sections but I
image it’s pretty ugly.
I’ve got one piece of good news. I did a head count – we didn’t lose anyone.
Archer: Trip,
I’m not sure Malcolm’s going to be able to defuse this thing. Couldn’t we just detach that
section of hull plating, let it drift away?
Trip:
We’d have to reroute some EPS conduits. There’s about 300 bolt couplings. It could be done.
Archer: How
long?
Trip: Three or
four hours. But I wouldn’t
recommend it, sir. We’d be
exposing a good piece of the impulse manifold.
Archer: Get a
team started. I’ll consider
it a last resort.
Trip:
Cap’n, I should be the one to go out there. I’m the engineer.
Archer:
That’s why I need you here, Trip.
Hoshi:
They’re ordering us to leave their system immediately or
they’ll destroy us.
Trip:
Charming. Did you figure
out a way to compose a message back explaining we’re going as fast as we
can?
Hoshi: I can
try.
Trip:
How’s it going out there, Cap’n?
Archer:
We’ve taken two of the detonation circuits offline…three
more to go. Keep me posted.
Trip:
You’ve earned yourself a break, Travis. Ensign Hutchinson can cover the helm for a while.
Travis: Thank
you sir I prefer to stay at my post.
Trip:
We’ve got a man trapped out there. Don’t your scans show you that?
Trip:
They’ve scanned us, Cap’n. They know we’re ready to detach it.
Archer:
We’re going to detach the plating.
T’Pol:
I’m sure you did everything you could, Captain….
Archer:
I’m going with him.
Could a shuttlepod hatch withstand a quarter-kiloton blast?
Trip: Depends
how close it was.
Archer: 20
meters, maybe 25.
Trip: Yeah,
they’re reinforced with duratanium alloy, they can take a hellofa
beating. What do you got in mind?
Archer: I need
two shuttlepod hatches. Have them
brought up here on the double.
Trip: Sir?
Archer: On the
double.
Archer: Go
ahead
T’Pol:
We’re ready.
Archer: See you
soon.
Trip: Hang on,
fellas.
T’Pol:
Polarize the hull plating.
Trip:
I’ll do what I can, but keep in mind we are missin’ some of
that.
Trip: Maybe
their transmitters were knocked out in the blast. Travis?
Travis: I see
them. Bearing two-one-three mark
four, closing in.
T’Pol:
Open the doors to launch bay 2.
Trip: The
Romulans are locking weapons.
T’Pol:
(com) Dr. Phlox.
Phlox: (via
com) Go ahead.
T’Pol:
Meet us outside launch bay 2.
Trip:
They’re targeting our weapons.
Travis: A
hundred meters more. Fifty. I’ve got them. Seal launch bay doors.
T’Pol: Go
to warp ensign.
Trip: You serious?
Archer: I thought
I told you to have that repainted.
Trip: Well, I
was getting’ around to it.
T’Pol: A
matter-energy converter.
Trip: It could
be a transporter. Well, an awfully
small one.
T’Pol: I
believe it’s a molecular synthesizer of some kind, similar to a protein
sequencer but far more advanced.
Water, cold.
(sips water) I saw a similar
device on a Tarkalean vessel. It was capable of replicating almost
any inanimate object.
Trip: If we had
one of these in engineering, we could make all the spare parts we need. I wonder what else is on the menu. One pan fried catfish. Smells like the real thing.
Archer: Well?
Trip (taking bite of catfish): Not bad.
Archer: I doubt
there’s a catfish within 130 light years.
T’Pol: It’s
genome is stored in Enterprise’s computer as is the recipe. The station evidently scanned our
database.
Archer: It
would have been nice to have been asked.
I can only image what else this thing knows about us.
Trip: Cap’n,
you gotta try this.
Archer: Thanks,
but I’ll stick with whatever chef’s serving. I’ll be on the bridge.
Trip: I know
how he must have felt. I saw an
entire transtator(?) assembly replaced in 15 minutes. It would have taken my crew a week. With this kind of technology Starfleet
could build ships that maintain themselves. They wouldn’t need Chief Engineers (Reed snorts a
laugh) or Tactical Officers.
Reed: A starship
without a Tactical Officer. I
can’t say I see the point.
Trip: You’d
think that a computer that could do all this would have to be pretty big. Our
computer is the most advanced in the fleet and it’s three decks high.
Reed: Well, I
suppose you’re right.
Trip: So where
is it?
Reed: I
don’t follow.
Trip: I ran a
scan of the station a few hours ago.
These are the docking berths, we’re here, this is the diagnostic
room.
Reed: Well,
that compartment’s the only place it could be, and it’s barely half
the size of this one.
Trip: A machine
capable of billions of calculations every nanosecond and it can fit inside the proverbial
bread box. I’d love to get a
look at that.
Reed: You could
always ask.
Trip: I
tried. “Your inquiry was not
recognized.”
Reed (laughs):
Well, I guess that’s that.
Trip: Not
necessarily. This cooling duct
runs all the way to the center of the station. I saw an access port in one of the corridors.
Reed: This
computer might not take kindly to people snooping around.
Trip: I
haven’t seen any “no trespassing” signs. We’re explorers, where is your spirit
of adventure?
Reed: I left it
in a Romulan mine field.
Reed: If the
Captain hears about this we’ll both the scrubbing plasma conduits for a
month. (Lots of agonized groaning
as Trip climbs over Reed up into the cooling duct.)
Trip:
Evenin’ Subcommander.
Trip: It was my
idea, sir.
Archer: I think
Lieutenant Reed is old enough to make his own decisions. ( To Reed) You’ve made it clear to me that you think discipline
aboard Enterprise has gotten a little too lax. I’m beginning to agree with you. You’re both restricted to
quarters until further notice.
Dismissed.
Trip: Yes, sir.
Reed: Aye, sir.
Archer: Hold
on. Did you notice anything
interesting when you were in there.
Trip: Depends
on what you mean by interestin’.
Trip: 200
liters of warp plasma, as promised.
Computer:
Please place your compensation on the transport platform.
Trip: Hold on,
hold on. There’s a couple of
problems we need to discuss first.
Now I’m not real happy with the quality of some of your work. Are you listenin’ to me?
Computer: Please place your compensation on the transport platform.
Trip: I’ve looked at the bolt couplings you used to attach
the new hull plating. I’m
afraid they’re not up to Starfleet specs. And the subspace amplifier you repaired? We’re picking up distortion on
all the high-band frequencies.
Computer: Please place your compensation on the transport platform.
Trip: We’re not paying until we sort this out.
Trip: What
guarantee do I have that these durtanium pins won’t fly out the instant we jump to warp?
Computer: You’re
inquiry was not recognized.
Trip:
Sigh. On my world we have
an expression: the customer is
always right. Maybe you should
make that part of your program.
(walks up to computer and gets “face-to-face” with it) I want to know how someone files
a grievance around here.
Trip:
It’s been better. The
station’s got us by the thrusters.
Trip: We’re playin’ with fire, Cap’n.
It’s just a matter of time before this injector gives up the ghost.
Archer: You’ve got four more. The ship can run on
four.
Trip: Yeah, but it can’t run on three. You know what
happens at warp speed when you’ve only got three plasma injectors online.
Archer: What are the odds of us losing another one before
we find a replacement?
Trip: I’m not comfortable with four, Cap’n. We
need five. What the hell happened down
there, anyway?
Archer: T’Pol thinks we insulted them, again.
Trip: How? You didn’t eat cabbage before you left?
Archer: I was a perfect gentleman. (Aside: Hey,
isn’t that Trip’s line?) We’re going to have to go somewhere
else to find you your injector, Trip. These people are impossible!
Trip: Their components are metallurgic ally sound,
dependable…we could look for 6 months and not find anything half as
compatible. You’re a trained diplomat, take the high road.
There’s gotta be some way you can kiss and make up.
Archer: I’ll have T’Pol see if she can find out
what we did, but I’m not promising anything.