Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Wrayburn.
Hello there, fellow WIPpeteers – and, to those just along for the ride – welcome! Hop in, get comfy…but don’t leave popcorn in the center seat!
It’s been a big week here. Yesterday, my son earned his learner’s permit; in six months, if he’s met the requirements, he can take his road test.
We also got a new refrigerator to replace our 18 year old model.
New things about – new ideas, too, and new growth.
But now it’s time for another installment of my TnT fan fiction story, adapted from Humanity’s Enterprise. It’s a patchwork of stories, written in different styles, at different times, and for different projects. I’m slowly figuring out how to pull them all together into a coherent whole that explores just how and why T’Pol was the one Vulcan chosen to accompany Enterprise NX-01 on her maiden voyage.
I’ve decided to use this story, once revision gets to a point I’m comfortable with, as my intiation into Wattpad. So please don’t hesitate to let me know if something’s not working for you – it will make a better story in the long run!
T’Pol is having difficulty adjusting to duty on a human ship – and to the Chief Engineer.
Here’s the standard disclaimer. I don’t own them; I don’t make money from them; I just love them, and I tell the stories they give me as well as I can.
- Today is September 6, 2017.
- I have 3 paragraphs for you today – for the digit of the day, subtracted from the month.
T’Pol moved to the console he indicated, and sat on the chair anchored to it. It was unsettling to do so; most Vulcan duty stations were designed for standing use. Kaiidth. It was as it was. She would adjust to it, and to the unspecified discomfort of the furnishing, which had been designed for a human occupant. Neither of these facts were of any significance to this mission. She would be aboard for only eight days; it would be inefficient and illogical to expect the station to be altered for her benefit.
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 when or if it would. She would therefore begin learning the console while she awaited further instruction.
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.”
Did Trip actually forget T’Pol’s name?
Will she adjust to sitting in an uncomfortable chair?
If you enjoyed this snippet, and want something more before next Wednesday, you can pop over to my fanfiction.net page, or go directly to my brand-new story-in-progress, “Highly Classified Mission.” – new chapters posting about once a week.