Frankly, there is not much to say here.
No. Not at all.
I had warned you, my friends.
Are you ready?
Yes? Really?
Well, I really hope it's so, because now we venture...
No. Not at all.
I had warned you, my friends.
Are you ready?
Yes? Really?
Well, I really hope it's so, because now we venture...
in the Hall of the Mountain King
Chapter Two
"Shuttlepod One, Enterprise here."
Hoshi's voice resounded strong in the compartment. It's quiet, but an unequivocal tone of restrained surprise transpired through it.
"Shuttlepod One here, Ensign. We will be there before long."
"We weren't expecting you so soon, Captain. Your return was scheduled eight days after your departure, instead we saw the Shuttlepod soar above the weald one day and one night since you left."
Worry was clear in Hoshi's words, but this is not the moment to talk about what happened.
"Any explanation has to be put off, Hoshi. Please, give Phlox warning to be ready for an injured man."
"Ah, I see, Captain" - A mixture of ill-concealed amusement and of evident concern shines now plainly through Hoshi's words. - "So, Commander T'Pol wasn't wrong, ultimately. Commander Tucker did not betray himself once more."
I reply harshly, inevitably. "No, Ensign. Commander Tucker and Commander T'Pol...".
Then I stop abruptly. I try to soften my tone. For me and... for Hoshi. I learned a lot from the past and from my past mistakes.
"It isn't Trip, Hoshi." - I go on sweetly. - "It's... Malcolm."
"Malcolm? Namely... Lieu... Lieutenant Reed? "
"Don't worry, Hoshi. He's fine. I just want the Doctor to examine him, one never knows. But I have no reason not to trust Kramer's opinion, and he told me Lieutenant Reed is well." - Yes, I learned a lot and I don't want to be far from my friends, anymore.
"Sure, Captain. Excuse me. Docking estimated in sixty seconds. All ready, Captain. Doctor Phlox..."
"I'm ready, too, Captain. Ensign Sato arranged for me to be listening to the transmission. Please, order Kramer to send me all information about Lieutenant Reed's present status."
"Immediately, Doctor. Archer out."
Hoshi's voice resounded strong in the compartment. It's quiet, but an unequivocal tone of restrained surprise transpired through it.
"Shuttlepod One here, Ensign. We will be there before long."
"We weren't expecting you so soon, Captain. Your return was scheduled eight days after your departure, instead we saw the Shuttlepod soar above the weald one day and one night since you left."
Worry was clear in Hoshi's words, but this is not the moment to talk about what happened.
"Any explanation has to be put off, Hoshi. Please, give Phlox warning to be ready for an injured man."
"Ah, I see, Captain" - A mixture of ill-concealed amusement and of evident concern shines now plainly through Hoshi's words. - "So, Commander T'Pol wasn't wrong, ultimately. Commander Tucker did not betray himself once more."
I reply harshly, inevitably. "No, Ensign. Commander Tucker and Commander T'Pol...".
Then I stop abruptly. I try to soften my tone. For me and... for Hoshi. I learned a lot from the past and from my past mistakes.
"It isn't Trip, Hoshi." - I go on sweetly. - "It's... Malcolm."
"Malcolm? Namely... Lieu... Lieutenant Reed? "
"Don't worry, Hoshi. He's fine. I just want the Doctor to examine him, one never knows. But I have no reason not to trust Kramer's opinion, and he told me Lieutenant Reed is well." - Yes, I learned a lot and I don't want to be far from my friends, anymore.
"Sure, Captain. Excuse me. Docking estimated in sixty seconds. All ready, Captain. Doctor Phlox..."
"I'm ready, too, Captain. Ensign Sato arranged for me to be listening to the transmission. Please, order Kramer to send me all information about Lieutenant Reed's present status."
"Immediately, Doctor. Archer out."
Damn woman!
Especially in consideration of my well-known carelessness with regard to my health, uh?
(*Can... can a man try to repress his terror to lose... to lose his reason for living, using this kind of stupid humour? *)
Damn, stubborn woman!
My disregard for my safety during my away missions is well-know, right?
(*Can a man try to think like this, with the attempt to control the dire fear he feels inside? *)
Damn, stubborn, STUBBORN woman!
You are the most logical person to prevent my frequent illogical conduct, uh?
(*Yes! A man can do this, if he doesn't want to become mad. *)
Stubborn, STUBBORN... stubborn woman!
"...So, considering your innate proclivity to act impulsively, without thinking of the after-effects your actions could have on the others and without thinking you are not alone... "
(*Alone! *)
STUBBORN WOMAN!
"... I believe it is absolutely expedient and logical that I come with you, to remind you..."
(*Expedient and logical, uh? *)
"... that you aren't alone ANY MORE, now."
(*Alone! *)
No!
(*Alone! *)
NO!
(*Alone! *)
NO NO NO!
Stubborn, STUBBORN... stubborn woman!
Stubborn my love!
Don't think, Trip.
One step.
Don't think!
Another step.
It's a dream.
One step again.
A nightmare.
One step, another.
And, as in all nightmares, I will wake up. And my T'Pol will be near me.
One step, another, another yet.
It's not true that she disappeared into the mountain, it's not true.
Walk! One step after another. Walk!
It's not true that she has been gulped inside this dark massif obscuring the sky.
Walk! Don't think. Walk!
Where... where is the Bond? Why don't I feel you?
Walk! Don't think. Don't care about your lack of breath in this dead air around you. Walk.
T'pol... Hon... my love... I'm here. I arrive. I'm here! I'M HERE!
Breathe! Don't care about anything. Just breathe. Nothing else. And walk!
I'm reaching the mountain's cliffs, my love.
Ignore your wounds, Trip.
I wasn't able to follow you when so suddenly you were carried away...
Walk, walk, walk!
... the moment we came out into this bog around the mountain...
Walk! Run!
... but I'm here, I don't abandon you. I...I WON'T EVER DO IT! I CANNOT. I'd rather die!
(*And I'm dead without you! *)
Ignore the fatigue. Walk. Run, Run!
Here I am, my love.
The traitorous and trappy soil doesn't count. Go Ahead, do not halt. Reach the mountain's edgings. Breathe. And walk. RUN RUN RUN! RUN!
Here I am, my love. I'm about to touch the mountain's hips.
Run! Make your heart explode!
Here I am, my love. My hands are on the mountain's rocks. Now I'll climb up, the mountain's mass won't stop me. Be sure, my love, be sure.
Go up. Yes. So. There must be a passage, an opening. There must be! Do not slip. Go up. There must be a way! THERE MUST BE!
(*There must be! *)
Especially in consideration of my well-known carelessness with regard to my health, uh?
(*Can... can a man try to repress his terror to lose... to lose his reason for living, using this kind of stupid humour? *)
Damn, stubborn woman!
My disregard for my safety during my away missions is well-know, right?
(*Can a man try to think like this, with the attempt to control the dire fear he feels inside? *)
Damn, stubborn, STUBBORN woman!
You are the most logical person to prevent my frequent illogical conduct, uh?
(*Yes! A man can do this, if he doesn't want to become mad. *)
Stubborn, STUBBORN... stubborn woman!
"...So, considering your innate proclivity to act impulsively, without thinking of the after-effects your actions could have on the others and without thinking you are not alone... "
(*Alone! *)
STUBBORN WOMAN!
"... I believe it is absolutely expedient and logical that I come with you, to remind you..."
(*Expedient and logical, uh? *)
"... that you aren't alone ANY MORE, now."
(*Alone! *)
No!
(*Alone! *)
NO!
(*Alone! *)
NO NO NO!
Stubborn, STUBBORN... stubborn woman!
Stubborn my love!
Don't think, Trip.
One step.
Don't think!
Another step.
It's a dream.
One step again.
A nightmare.
One step, another.
And, as in all nightmares, I will wake up. And my T'Pol will be near me.
One step, another, another yet.
It's not true that she disappeared into the mountain, it's not true.
Walk! One step after another. Walk!
It's not true that she has been gulped inside this dark massif obscuring the sky.
Walk! Don't think. Walk!
Where... where is the Bond? Why don't I feel you?
Walk! Don't think. Don't care about your lack of breath in this dead air around you. Walk.
T'pol... Hon... my love... I'm here. I arrive. I'm here! I'M HERE!
Breathe! Don't care about anything. Just breathe. Nothing else. And walk!
I'm reaching the mountain's cliffs, my love.
Ignore your wounds, Trip.
I wasn't able to follow you when so suddenly you were carried away...
Walk, walk, walk!
... the moment we came out into this bog around the mountain...
Walk! Run!
... but I'm here, I don't abandon you. I...I WON'T EVER DO IT! I CANNOT. I'd rather die!
(*And I'm dead without you! *)
Ignore the fatigue. Walk. Run, Run!
Here I am, my love.
The traitorous and trappy soil doesn't count. Go Ahead, do not halt. Reach the mountain's edgings. Breathe. And walk. RUN RUN RUN! RUN!
Here I am, my love. I'm about to touch the mountain's hips.
Run! Make your heart explode!
Here I am, my love. My hands are on the mountain's rocks. Now I'll climb up, the mountain's mass won't stop me. Be sure, my love, be sure.
Go up. Yes. So. There must be a passage, an opening. There must be! Do not slip. Go up. There must be a way! THERE MUST BE!
(*There must be! *)
"Captain."
"Ensign."
"All is ready, Captain. Doctor Phlox is..."
"Hoshi..." - I don't want her to be worried and to try to hide her feelings for Malcolm. Stop with stupid rules. - "Hoshi, be tranquil, Malcolm is fine."
She enlarges her eyes at my words, then breathes deeply and turns. And runs toward Malcolm, who is under the Doctor's examination.
I hear her words. "Mal..."
"Don't worry, Hoshi, I'm fine."
"Yes, Ensign, I can assure you. Lieutenant Reed dosn't even need to go to sickbay."'
She levels her look at the Doctor's face, after he uttered this reassuring statement, and she moves her hand to sweetly caress Malcolm's cheek. And Lieutenant Reed doesn't withdraw himself.
Then...
She shakes and draws back her hand from Malcolm's face.
She stares intensely at me... and at the group which exited the Shuttlepod. Like the Doctor does. Like everyone does.
"Captain..." - Her voice is uncertain. Feeble. She gives voice to the questions of everyone. - "... Captain... where... where are Commander Tucker and Commander T'Pol?"
I clench my jaw and my eyes.
I breathe harshly.
"Hoshi, Travis, Doctor, Mister Dougal, Mister Reed. To the ready room. Immediately. We have to discuss and to act, rapidly. And to talk to the Bannerdas."
"Ensign."
"All is ready, Captain. Doctor Phlox is..."
"Hoshi..." - I don't want her to be worried and to try to hide her feelings for Malcolm. Stop with stupid rules. - "Hoshi, be tranquil, Malcolm is fine."
She enlarges her eyes at my words, then breathes deeply and turns. And runs toward Malcolm, who is under the Doctor's examination.
I hear her words. "Mal..."
"Don't worry, Hoshi, I'm fine."
"Yes, Ensign, I can assure you. Lieutenant Reed dosn't even need to go to sickbay."'
She levels her look at the Doctor's face, after he uttered this reassuring statement, and she moves her hand to sweetly caress Malcolm's cheek. And Lieutenant Reed doesn't withdraw himself.
Then...
She shakes and draws back her hand from Malcolm's face.
She stares intensely at me... and at the group which exited the Shuttlepod. Like the Doctor does. Like everyone does.
"Captain..." - Her voice is uncertain. Feeble. She gives voice to the questions of everyone. - "... Captain... where... where are Commander Tucker and Commander T'Pol?"
I clench my jaw and my eyes.
I breathe harshly.
"Hoshi, Travis, Doctor, Mister Dougal, Mister Reed. To the ready room. Immediately. We have to discuss and to act, rapidly. And to talk to the Bannerdas."
Understanding.
What is this? This effluvium?
Being.
This softness? This... oomph?
Being... alive.
Far... far reminiscences? Reminiscences, yes. Nebulous. Bygone.
Eating.
Reminiscences of... a body? Yes. A body. A... a soul? A soul. Sure. Of... yes. Of female.
Hunger.
Female!
Need!
Female!
Life!
Mine!
Taking!
MINE!
Possessing!
MINE!
Devouring!
Body and soul!
LIFE! LIFE! LIFE!
What is this? This effluvium?
Being.
This softness? This... oomph?
Being... alive.
Far... far reminiscences? Reminiscences, yes. Nebulous. Bygone.
Eating.
Reminiscences of... a body? Yes. A body. A... a soul? A soul. Sure. Of... yes. Of female.
Hunger.
Female!
Need!
Female!
Life!
Mine!
Taking!
MINE!
Possessing!
MINE!
Devouring!
Body and soul!
LIFE! LIFE! LIFE!
"Captain Archer, I perceive your words and your tone almost as insinuative. Even offensive, I might say."
"Excellency, I beg your pardon, I didn't want to sound disrespectful, but honestly I think you could give us some information to help rescue our comrades. The planet is yours, you know it better than anyone else, you have to know something useful. And then..." - I can't help but being bitter. - "... you asked us to explore the signal's source. Somehow... you have some responsibility for what happened. You must help us."
"Captain, I can understand you, perfectly. But, believe me, we don't know any more about the planet and the forest than what you know, we gave you all the information we have. We were absolutely surprised by the signal, and even more because it didn't seem to have any logical sequence or to make any kind of sense, and never did we suspected that there were some automatic mechanisms in the mountain. Our surveys in the past only detected the presence of some caves, wholly empty and completely uninhabited, not even by plants. These are the reasons for which we wanted to know what was happening, and for this we asked your help, well aware of the adventurous spirit which enlivens your species and of your undeniable resources."
"But, Excellency, how is it possible that none of you is able to offer any explanation about the weald's unnatural deportment?"
"Unnatural, Captain? Frankly I don't think this is the right term."
I frown, exasperated. "No, Excellency? So, what do you think could be the right term?"
"Well, Captain... You must understand. Your description of events sounds somewhat... strange, doesn't it?"
"Strange?"
"Captain, your race is very smart and very bold, that's for sure. But... well... maybe it's also a little bit too emotional, don't you believe? I know... we know that... there were some episodes of... mass hallucinations in your history. There's a pile of documentation about that. Your race is highly impressionable due to the atmosphere and from the environment, this is a fact, and perhaps..."
"Perhaps what, Excellency?"- I feel the anger spike inside me. If Trip were here, he would have already told His Excellency what he deserves to hear. - "I think it's you the one who is insinuating, now. You..."
Then I stop, abruptly. Of course, Trip would have already displayed his temper, but his words would have been indisputable. And, right after, T'Pol would have raised her eyebrow to her mate, rebuking him sternly yet amorously, and she would have quietly and irrefutably explained Trip's reasons, with her... with her passionate logic, supporting her Mate as she always does, how both do for each other, always - bickering or not. How... how much I miss them! How much I want them to come back! I... cannot make mistakes. I cannot let them down. I must act wisely if I want to have the Bannerdas' aid and some possibility to rescue our friends.
I breathe deeply and regularly, as if I were using Vulcan training, remembering Surak's Katra inside me and what Trip revealed to me of his woman's teachings in the matter of Vulcan mind-control techniques.
I talk, soundly and gravely, amid the silence of everyone.
"Excellency, your race is age-old and wise. You asked me and my crewmen to help you in order to detect the signal and its source, and what it means. You asked permission from Starfleet command for that. I am persuaded that never would you have acted so if you weren't perfectly convinced that I and my comrades deserved your trust."
The Excellency's stern figure stares at me, silently, for a while, from the screen.
Then he speaks.
"Captain, you're right. Excuse me. I was illogical and offensive. We have to find some information which can aid you. Maybe it could be of help to try to make some thorough researches in our database about the planet, perhaps also in our history files and books."
"Excellency, thank you. But we have no time. We have to act swiftly."
"So be it, Captain. We..."
"Captain!"
Hoshi's alarmed voice draws my attention suddenly and strongly.
"Ensign?"
"Captain..."
"Excellency, I beg your pardon, I didn't want to sound disrespectful, but honestly I think you could give us some information to help rescue our comrades. The planet is yours, you know it better than anyone else, you have to know something useful. And then..." - I can't help but being bitter. - "... you asked us to explore the signal's source. Somehow... you have some responsibility for what happened. You must help us."
"Captain, I can understand you, perfectly. But, believe me, we don't know any more about the planet and the forest than what you know, we gave you all the information we have. We were absolutely surprised by the signal, and even more because it didn't seem to have any logical sequence or to make any kind of sense, and never did we suspected that there were some automatic mechanisms in the mountain. Our surveys in the past only detected the presence of some caves, wholly empty and completely uninhabited, not even by plants. These are the reasons for which we wanted to know what was happening, and for this we asked your help, well aware of the adventurous spirit which enlivens your species and of your undeniable resources."
"But, Excellency, how is it possible that none of you is able to offer any explanation about the weald's unnatural deportment?"
"Unnatural, Captain? Frankly I don't think this is the right term."
I frown, exasperated. "No, Excellency? So, what do you think could be the right term?"
"Well, Captain... You must understand. Your description of events sounds somewhat... strange, doesn't it?"
"Strange?"
"Captain, your race is very smart and very bold, that's for sure. But... well... maybe it's also a little bit too emotional, don't you believe? I know... we know that... there were some episodes of... mass hallucinations in your history. There's a pile of documentation about that. Your race is highly impressionable due to the atmosphere and from the environment, this is a fact, and perhaps..."
"Perhaps what, Excellency?"- I feel the anger spike inside me. If Trip were here, he would have already told His Excellency what he deserves to hear. - "I think it's you the one who is insinuating, now. You..."
Then I stop, abruptly. Of course, Trip would have already displayed his temper, but his words would have been indisputable. And, right after, T'Pol would have raised her eyebrow to her mate, rebuking him sternly yet amorously, and she would have quietly and irrefutably explained Trip's reasons, with her... with her passionate logic, supporting her Mate as she always does, how both do for each other, always - bickering or not. How... how much I miss them! How much I want them to come back! I... cannot make mistakes. I cannot let them down. I must act wisely if I want to have the Bannerdas' aid and some possibility to rescue our friends.
I breathe deeply and regularly, as if I were using Vulcan training, remembering Surak's Katra inside me and what Trip revealed to me of his woman's teachings in the matter of Vulcan mind-control techniques.
I talk, soundly and gravely, amid the silence of everyone.
"Excellency, your race is age-old and wise. You asked me and my crewmen to help you in order to detect the signal and its source, and what it means. You asked permission from Starfleet command for that. I am persuaded that never would you have acted so if you weren't perfectly convinced that I and my comrades deserved your trust."
The Excellency's stern figure stares at me, silently, for a while, from the screen.
Then he speaks.
"Captain, you're right. Excuse me. I was illogical and offensive. We have to find some information which can aid you. Maybe it could be of help to try to make some thorough researches in our database about the planet, perhaps also in our history files and books."
"Excellency, thank you. But we have no time. We have to act swiftly."
"So be it, Captain. We..."
"Captain!"
Hoshi's alarmed voice draws my attention suddenly and strongly.
"Ensign?"
"Captain..."
All is done.
Nothing else is needed.
Now, the sacrifice will be made.
Inescapably.
Nothing else is needed.
Nothing else.
Not even the call.
The automatic devices start their last job.
Nothing else is needed.
Now, the sacrifice will be made.
Inescapably.
Nothing else is needed.
Nothing else.
Not even the call.
The automatic devices start their last job.
"... the signal has gone."
A pair of marvellous dark-green eyes suddenly spring wide open.
What?
Fear...
Pain...
Fear...
Fear! FEAR!
FEAR!
A wonderful naked body trembles with terror and repulsion.
PAIN!
Two hands - tiny, quivering - stretch out ahead, as if making some kind of shield from...
TERROR!
Invisible... impalpable... and real, appallingly real...
NO!
It presses to invade body and brain, to suck the soul... violating, in a way that no word can describe.
NO NO NO!
A limp Katra shudders under a grisly, repellent, icy touch.
NOOO!
An adorable, rosy mouth opens to cry out.
To seek help.
From the only one who can hear.
Who can feel.
Who can help.
By his love.
"TRIP!"
What?
Fear...
Pain...
Fear...
Fear! FEAR!
FEAR!
A wonderful naked body trembles with terror and repulsion.
PAIN!
Two hands - tiny, quivering - stretch out ahead, as if making some kind of shield from...
TERROR!
Invisible... impalpable... and real, appallingly real...
NO!
It presses to invade body and brain, to suck the soul... violating, in a way that no word can describe.
NO NO NO!
A limp Katra shudders under a grisly, repellent, icy touch.
NOOO!
An adorable, rosy mouth opens to cry out.
To seek help.
From the only one who can hear.
Who can feel.
Who can help.
By his love.
"TRIP!"
"Gone?"
"Yes, Captain, it disappeared. And... nothing can be detected from the planet, not even the normal background noises any astral body emits."
"Yes, Captain, it disappeared. And... nothing can be detected from the planet, not even the normal background noises any astral body emits."
T'Pol.
T'Pol!
T'POL !
I feel you!
I feel you!
T'POL!
T'POL!
WHAT?
T'POL !
"T'POOOL !"
T'Pol!
T'POL !
I feel you!
I feel you!
T'POL!
T'POL!
WHAT?
T'POL !
"T'POOOL !"
"Impossible! Mister Reed..."
"It's true, Captain. Ensign Sato is right. We can pick up only the spectrum's visible radiations."
"It's true, Captain. Ensign Sato is right. We can pick up only the spectrum's visible radiations."
Do not dare!
Do not dare, do not dare!
Go away!
Leave her alone! GO AWAY. GO AWAY!
DO NOT DARE!
I will destroy you! I will crush you! I will break you in small pieces! I will grind you!
Do not dare!
"DO NOT DARE!"
Do not dare, do not dare!
Go away!
Leave her alone! GO AWAY. GO AWAY!
DO NOT DARE!
I will destroy you! I will crush you! I will break you in small pieces! I will grind you!
Do not dare!
"DO NOT DARE!"
"Captain Archer, I was just informed that we, too, are unable to detect anything from the planet, except images, and the signal isn't there anymore. Your officers are right."
Time arrives.
Now it will be done.
And no creature and no thing must see, sense, suspect, understand.
All has to plummet into the nil.
The automatic devices finish their last job.
Now it will be done.
And no creature and no thing must see, sense, suspect, understand.
All has to plummet into the nil.
The automatic devices finish their last job.
"Captain!"
"What else now, Hoshi?"
"Any image disappeared."
"What else now, Hoshi?"
"Any image disappeared."
"Let me come in! Let me come in, sickening thing! LET ME COME IN!"
I run toward Hoshi and look at her console's monitor, forgetful of His Excellency and of any other thing. The monitor is blank. I try to obtain an image from the planet, to detect any spatial or sub-spatial signal from it.
In vain.
It's like the planet has gone away, as if it doesn't exist anymore.
In vain.
It's like the planet has gone away, as if it doesn't exist anymore.
"DO NOT THOUCH HER!"
"Excellency, what does this mean?"
"I don't know, Captain. I don't know."
"I don't know, Captain. I don't know."
I will enter, I will find the way and I will take you! I will grapple you! And I will disembowel you, I will tear you to infinitesimal shreds! I will shatter you! I will mince you! I will rend you!
"I WILL EAT YOUR HEART!"
"I WILL EAT YOUR HEART!"
I leave the console and go slowly to my command armchair.
My command armchair, the one which Trip built.
I touch it respectfully and sit down in it carefully, turning my head and looking at the empty console where T'Pol were used to work.
I feel the grievous silence of everyone, the unsaid questions everyone is mulling over.
The concern. The dismay.
The powerlessness.
Malcolm's rage.
Hoshi's despair.
The Doctor's disbelief.
Travis's incredulity.
Dougal's repressed need to fight, to destroy.
I seize my head in my hands.
What can I do? What? What can we do?
Where are you, our friends? What happened to you?
What is happening to you?
My command armchair, the one which Trip built.
I touch it respectfully and sit down in it carefully, turning my head and looking at the empty console where T'Pol were used to work.
I feel the grievous silence of everyone, the unsaid questions everyone is mulling over.
The concern. The dismay.
The powerlessness.
Malcolm's rage.
Hoshi's despair.
The Doctor's disbelief.
Travis's incredulity.
Dougal's repressed need to fight, to destroy.
I seize my head in my hands.
What can I do? What? What can we do?
Where are you, our friends? What happened to you?
What is happening to you?
"TRIP!"
"DO NOT THOUCH HER!"
"DO NOT THOUCH HER!"
What is happening to you?
"TRIIIIIP!"
What?
"DO... NOT... THOUCH... HER!"
WHAT?
"TRIIIIIIIIIIP!"
"T'POOOOOOOOOOL !"
"T'POOOOOOOOOOL !"
Everything ok, my friends? Still alive?
Well, come on. Breathe. Even Trip and T'Pol are still alive. Isn't this comforting? No? Well, you are not entirely wrong. However .. come on! ... as long as there is life there is hope. And Trip is not one to give up! Right, Trip? No, he is not at all a quitter. And then ... but do you realize? We're talking about T'Pol! And, for her, Trip is capable of anything. What do you want it is for him jump headlong into the darkness of Hell - Yes! Of hell! - to save her? |
Chapter Three
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