Enterprise: Boldly Go #atozchallenge Day Five

A to Z – the final blogging frontier…

Captain’s Log: April 6, 2016

These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01),  the first Warp Five capable Terran craft. Humans are now able to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go….

Still nothing new on the timeline program glitch. This story takes place in April, 2151; about sixteen hours prior to the ceremony preceding Enteprise’s launch.

I don’t own Enterprise or her crew. No monetary profit is gained from these stories. I just want to share my passion for these characters and their world.

Today, we’re in orbit above San Francisco, as Enterprise prepares for launch three weeks ahead of schedule, and where a newly assigned and somewhat disoriented Vulcan Science Officer is receiving something less than a receptive welcome – particularly from the Chief Engineer.

If you enjoy today’s story, and want more, click on the title, and find a new frontier!

Rated PG for mild language; spoilers for Season One, Episode 1: Broken Bowand Episode 17: “Fusion”.


(629 words)

T’Pol stepped from Captain Archer’s office into chaos. Humans moved frenetically about the Bridge, amid shouting, clanging, irrelevant fragments of conversation about what they’d been doing when called to duty prematurely. Perhaps she should expect nothing else, on a ship commanded by a Terran who had openly professed a desire to “knock her on her ass.” She was still uncertain of the precise meaning of the colloquialism, but there was no doubt that it had been hostile.

The sharp whine of overloaded circuitry came from her left, accompanied by an acrid scent, and the five Terrans installing a diagnostic table leapt away from it. As though able to sense the problem through walls and doors, Commander Tucker burst from the passageway behind her. “Move it or lose it,” he said, and pushed past her, his scent and energy disturbing the calm she was attempting to regain after his closeness in the Ready Room.

Damn it, you people trying to burn the ship down before she even launches? And in front of our chaperone?” He went to the wall and pressed a button, and a chemical mist emerged from the ceiling. “I made sure the fire suppression system was up even before life support. Did all the work in an EV suit. There was a reason for that – anything else fries, I want you all to use it, or you’ve got no business wearing that red stripe or the uniform it’s on.” With the emergency abated, he turned to T’Pol. “Suppose you’ll be tellin’ old Soval all about this little mishap.”

I simply wish to assume my station.” She wouldn’t allow him to know that his presence affected her. Certainly not while she was on duty.

Well, assume away, then.” He gestured to the station nearest the lift doors. “It’s all yours, Sub-Commander.”

T’Pol walked up to the console he indicated, unwilling to admit that she hadn’t known where she was stationed. She’d expected to be given a debriefing prior to reporting to the Bridge, but that hadn’t happened, and Captain Archer had given no indication that it would.

Behind her, Commander Tucker spoke loudly, “Attention, all hands.” The activity ceased immediately; perhaps there was a degree of discipline here that hadn’t evidenced itself until now. “We’re all supposed to show our Vulcan chaperone here, Sub-Commander -” he paused, then added, “I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name.”


Cap’n’s orders are that Sub-Commander T’Pol here is to be extended every courtesy. I know none of us are too busy to drop anything we happen to be doing any time she’s got a question, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” He stepped up to the console beside her and said, “May I please be excused, ma’am? I’d like to get that viewing table up and running before we launch, and it might help if I stop by the Engine Room and wave at folks – but, of course, if you need someone to hold your chair for you -”

I require nothing of you, Commander.” She thought there must be some significance to the words he emphasized, but she was uncertain what it was, and, as it seemed irrelevant to her duty, she didn’t ask.

Common courtesy is to thank someone when they offer you their help, T’Pol. And to accept handshakes. And to call people by the names they want to be called.”

Commander Tucker was angry with her. T’Pol didn’t understand the reasons for this; logically, that should also be irrelevant. T’Pol suppressed the uneasy sensation in her digestive tract. She would meditate at the earliest opportunity; she would repress her responses then.

He hovered there beside her; apparently, she must give him some reply.

I’ll try to remember that,” she said, and turned to examine the science station.


For even more treats, visit other blogs on the #atozchallenge roster. There is a huge diversity to choose from, and I think that’s something T’Pol would find most agreeable, indeed.


    • No, it doesn’t. The funny thing is, when you employ sarcasm naturally, you can assume others are using it too – even when they aren’t (which figures into the F story….)

      Glad you popped by!

  1. Okay… take that back. THIS one so far is my favorite. So very much here, the hints of future passions, the glimpse past distress… of machismo, human indignation and pride, of the stranger in a strange land…


    • And that’s really just the beginning (or, if you go to fanfiction for the extended version, it’s the end of the beginning. Once I get back to it, you might just get to see a Vulcan scientist get majorly stumped, and possibly come up with a solution worthy of a Chief Engineer’s (delayed) admiration.

    • I’m glad. Those two….right from the start…if only they could see into each other’s heads, and maybe have Hoshi interpret what they found there….

      Until then, though, we all get to enjoy the show, and that’s maybe not such a bad thing….

    • I think T’Pol likes you, Fallon. She didn’t complain about that huggle one bit. You didn’t get the Captain-Archer-in-the-finale-wooden-T’Pol hug, either – and she even let you hug Trip!

      I am suitably impressed!

    • He may not be the only one with a crush, even though they really don’t have a word for it in Vulcan….

      Much more to come, and I’m glad you’re enjoying! =D

    • You COULD know Star Trek…. =)

      The basic things to know here are things poor Trip won’t know for a while yet, or much longer in some cases.

      Vulcans have their marriages arranged in childhood (largely because when they enter the active phase of their reproductive cycle, that drive to mate overwhelms everything else. They become irrational; they will kill to secure a mate, if they don’t have one, and, if they don’t mate, they die.

      Hard to maintain a stable culture if people are going beserk and killing one another, so arranged marriages are a logical building block of the culture.

      When T’Pol asks Trip for advice about her own impending marriage to a man she’s met only four times in her life, he asks her, “Well, what do YOU want to do?”

      Her answer says so much about her culture. “That’s irrelevant.”

      Needless to say, T’Pol is utterly clueless about how to let someone know she’s interested, and, at this stage in the game, she’s fully expecting to spend eight days on this human ship, and to return to Vulcan to be dutifully married off within the next few months…

      As far as the directive to keep on going, I really don’t have a choice. T’Pol is in my head, and, if I don’t listen, she’ll actually wake me up. Not only that – Vulcans are a LOT stronger than humans, and she knows how to fight. My modest tai chi skills aren’t going to be much help – except in a story (that’s a hint for tomorrow!).

      I’m loving my visits to your blog, and getting to know you through your words (and that slideshow of the kids – adorable!)

      Thanks for stopping in – come back anytime. It’s not always Vulcans (but, I won’t lie, it usually is!)

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