#sub-commander t’pol

[obiwan-kirk]

Trek001 Sub-Commander T’Pol

#t’pol #Star Trek #my art #star trek enterprise #retrofit NX enterprise #fanart #Daz3d

[trip-tuckers-hyperspanner]

The Time the Friends Got Involved - 2

5 Times Trip Was Dumb + 1 Time He Wasn't

Hoshi Sato and Malcolm Reed stood side-by-side in the situation room, listening to three very powerful figures raise their voices over a situation involving a comet, an alien man with very sticky fingers, and three barrels of some kind of seaweed. One of them wished everyone would quiet down; the other one was watching his friends get a little too involved in all the fighting.

Charles “Trip” Tucker III slammed his hands down on the table. “I’m telling you, it doesn’t make sense what you’re saying! He weaseled us out of a month’s supply of rations!”

“Commander, if you simply looked at the benefits of this situation, you would see we are perfectly capable of gaining back what we have lost,” Sub-Commander T’Pol said in her steely voice. Her head was raised higher than usual. 

“Would you two stop fighting for once?” Archer snapped. “Let’s figure out a way to do this correctly! The last thing we need is another torpedo to hit our port nacelle.”

Malcolm sucked in a sharp breath. His fingers curled into a fist, tucked right underneath his chin. His poor port nacelle. He would never be able to recalibrate it in time…

“Maybe if we just talked to the Merian government?” Hoshi offered up. “I’m sure they’d love to negotiate with us. Besides, we had no idea he was a prisoner! If we just returned Fraydik —”

“If we returned Fraydik, we would lose our command codes,” T’Pol said. “Until we’ve retrieved them, we cannot let him go.”

“She has a point,” Malcolm told Hoshi softly.

“Then why not override them?” Trip snapped. He moved in closer to the Sub-Commander. Their noses were barely a hair’s breadth away. “We’ve got an entire planetary government down there with all of their guns pointed straight for us. That’s how crazy they are to get this guy!”

A charge filled the room. Captain Archer turned away and pinched his nose. Shockingly, he was the only one who seemed to be unaware of the volcanic, electric energy that was radiating off of his two most senior officers. Hoshi and Malcolm shared a small look. It didn’t take an armory officer or a translator to understand there were weapons being used that couldn’t be seen and words being shared that couldn’t be heard. 

“Commander, I understand your frustrations, but taking this out on me will not solve your problems.” T’Pol took a deep breath in and very gently pushed Trip away from her.

Trip, who usually took any excuse to be as stubborn as a mule, suddenly backed down. “You’re right,” he said, breathing out slowly. “You’re right; I’m sorry. I am frustrated. This isn’t your fault, is it? It’s Fraydik’s.”

“Now can we start talking like civilized people?” Jonathan Archer pleaded. 

T’Pol barely moved, but it was apparently enough for the Chief Engineer. Trip nodded, gestured for the Sub-Commander to take a seat, and even pulled her chair out for her. She sat down without question.

Malcolm and Hoshi were making faces at each other now. This was highly unacceptable! This had never happened before! What happened to the bickering that was happening not even moments ago? Was there some sort of telepathic oddity they missed out on? What was this… this… anomaly?

The rest of the meeting went smoothly. Fraydik would be used as a bargaining chip and their command codes would be switched. Hoshi would navigate the negotiations; Malcolm would watch for any weapons being fired; Trip would be down by the warp core waiting to take off at the first sign of trouble. It was a relatively simple plan. It was a relatively brilliant plan. It had been mostly devised by Commander Tucker and Sub-Commander T’Pol once they had gotten over their little spat. 

It still frightened the lieutenant and the ensign how flawlessly the two had gotten over their differences. It had never happened in the years they had known each other and been friendly; when they fought, the whole ship knew about it. Sometimes they wouldn’t speak for days!

As they walked out of the situation room together, Hoshi and Malcolm were silent until Trip and T’Pol made their own way down the corridor together. They had moved on to talking about something else entirely, chit-chatting and seemingly happy together. Well… as happy as a Vulcan could possibly be, anyway.

“Oh, God,” Malcolm muttered. “There’s no possible way.”

“What do you mean?” Hoshi asked, furrowing her brow. “You mean… them?”

“Of course, I mean them! He’s in love with her,” he continued. He had a sour taste in his mouth. “He’s got to be! There’s no other reason for him to be following her around like a puppy, is there?”

“It does seem like it, doesn’t it? I mean… They do everything together,” she agreed. Ensign Sato crossed her arms. “He did ask me to teach him Vulcan recently.”

“See? That’s all the evidence you need.” Malcolm mirrored her pose. “Trip’s fallen in love with the one woman who can’t love him back.”

Hoshi bit her lip. “Don’t say it like that. It makes it sound sad,” she said. “But he could also just be her friend. Look at us, Malcolm; we do everything together. It doesn’t mean we’re in love.”

“We don’t do everything together.” He met her eyes, frowning. “Do we?”

A beat passed.

“Nevermind that now,” he said, clearing his throat. “I think we ought to tell Trip what he’s getting himself into. It’s not right for him to be pining after T’Pol.”

“But he’s also the only person she’ll let get that close to her,” Hoshi added. “Maybe she’s got feelings for him. Maybe we’ve got it wrong.”

“Us? Wrong? About relationships?” Reed scoffed. “Since when?”

She only rolled her eyes. “Come on, Malcolm.”

They started walking toward Engineering, hoping against hope that T’Pol would already be gone by the time they caught up to Trip. She wasn’t horrible or anything — in fact, most of Archer’s inner circle loved T’Pol very much. It was just that it would be pretty awful for her to hear how much Malcolm and Hoshi disapproved of anything more than friendship between them. It wasn’t really their place to say anything, but that was what friends did for friends — they told each other who they should and shouldn’t get involved with. 

When they managed to find their way into Engineering, they were lucky enough to find Trip all by himself. 

“Oh, thank God,” Malcolm whispered. He took Hoshi’s hand. “Come on, old girl, let’s go break lover boy’s heart.”

“Hey, guys,” Trip called when he saw them approaching. He slipped behind the warp core. “Whatcha up to?”

“We have something we think you should know,” Hoshi started before quickly ducking behind Malcolm. “It’s kind of important.”

“It’s very important,” Malcolm corrected. “Honestly, mate, we wouldn’t be saying anything unless we didn’t really care about you, so please don’t —”

“— Be mad that you two are together? Finally?” Trip beamed, tinkering around in some kind of compartment. He ducked his head out just enough to see them and their conjoined hands. “That’s real sweet, you know. I’ve been saying to T’Pol it’ll be nice to see you two try it out.”

“T’Pol knows?” Hoshi squeaked. Malcolm quickly dropped her hand. This was not going to plan at all! “What did she tell you? Aren’t you two… you know?”

“Of course, she does,” he laughed. “She’s smart, remember? Besides, I practically spend all day with her, anyway, now that you two spend a lot of time together. It’s cute, though; I think you’re both very lucky. It’s not every day your friend becomes your special friend, you know?”

“Trip, that’s actually not what we were going to —”

“Don’t be bashful!” Trip chided. He ducked back behind the warp core. “Everyone saw it coming a mile away…”

Hoshi and Malcolm looked at each other and sighed. “Trip, what we came here to tell you was —”

“Archer to Lieutenant Reed.”

“Here, sir,” Malcolm said obediently. He did his best not to roll his eyes at the third interruption in a row. How was Captain Archer to know they were trying to discourage their friend’s obvious romantic feelings for a Vulcan? It wasn’t as if it was put in everyone’s daily news feed. 

“I need you and Hoshi to report to the Bridge as soon as possible, please. We’re about to start negotiations with the ambassadors, but they’d prefer it if we kept it on our own territories for the first half.”

“Understood, sir. We’ll be there right away.” Reed huffed shortly. “Let’s go, Hoshi.”

“Bye, guys!” Tucker said happily. It was like nothing bad ever happened to him. 

Trip had no idea there was anything going on between him and T’Pol. It was as if the thought had never even graced his brain! Meanwhile, Sato and Reed had to deal with the now-circulating rumor that they were together…

“That went well,” Hoshi said sarcastically.

“It could have been worse,” Malcolm reasoned. “Besides, if we’re going to be together now, we might as well let whatever’s happening between the two of them play out. Who knows? We might just like it.” His own sarcasm had slipped in.

“You don’t like me?” 

He stopped. “Of course, I like you. Only, I — I didn’t — I thought you —” Malcolm finally did roll his eyes, sauntering like a child. “Oh, if you don’t want to be my girlfriend, just say so, and let’s get this over with.”

“I may be a little slow, but I’m not Trip,” she smirked. “Let’s just stick with ‘girlfriend’ and see what happens.”

#star trek enterprise #trip x t'pol #trip tucker #hoshi sato x malcolm reed #hoshi sato #malcolm reed #gaitwae writes

[fancy-a-dance-brigadier]

I think the reason I’m enjoying Enterprise so much is because it could be effectively summarised as “The adventures of Sub Commander T’Pol and her merry band of cringefail losers”

#I know Enterprise is problematique but I’m having so much fun with it #I mean I would pay the creative team so much money to stop being weird #but hey at least the cast is likeable #enterprise #fancy watches Enterprise

[captain-of-the-historicfuture]

Another ENT alignment meme of mediocre quality—

[ID: A 3x3 moral alignment meme modified to have the three columns labelled “And Will”, “If deserved”, and “But Won't” and the three rows labelled “Can kill you in an instant”, “Can fairly beat you up”, and “Can hug you”. Characters from Star Trek: Enterprise occupy the cells. Malcolm is Can kill you in an instant And Will, T’Pol is Can kill you in an instant If deserved, and Phlox is Can kill you in an instant But Won't; Soval is Can fairly beat you up And Will, Shran is Can fairly beat you up If deserved, and Hoshi is Can fairly beat you up But Won't; Travis is Can hug you And Will, Trip is Can hug you If deserved, and Archer is Can hug you But Won't. /End ID.]

#the enemy to the living #star trek: enterprise #st:ent #star trek #star trek memes #new alignment meme #new alignment chart #alignment meme #alignment chart #lieutenant malcolm reed #malcolm reed #sub-commander t’pol #t’pol #t'pol #ensign hoshi sato #hoshi sato #ambassador soval #soval #thy’lek shran #shran #captain jonathan archer #jonathan archer #ensign travis mayweather #travis mayweather #commander trip tucker #trip tucker #doctor phlox #phlox

[ablueskyandacoolbreeze]

Jolene Blalock Sub Commander T’Pol

#jolene blalock #sub commander t’pol

[reginaldqueribundus]

if you think Trip Tucker didn’t get pegged you’re mistaken. T’Pol wasn’t called a “sub-commander” for no reason

#meaning commander of subs #if she'd been a domcommander she obvs would've gone for hoshi #star trek #star trek enterprise #a post by me™ #sam rambles about star trek again

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

“The Corruption of Time” Chapter 1 - Star Trek: Enterprise/Star Wars: The Clone Wars Crossover

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A/N: This is an unfinished and DISCONTINUED fic I wrote a couple years back. I thought I might as well post what I had (2 1/2 chapters). I don’t plan on ever finishing this version, my writing style has changed considerably since I wrote this, but if I got enough interest, I would consider starting over and writing a new version of this story. I would still keep this first unfinished version up as well. 

Warning: injuries

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Chapter 1

“Wormholes?”

Captain Archer’s voice was riddled with disbelief. Such a term was only associated with science fiction. “The Vulcan Science Directorate determines time travel to be impossible yet they believe in wormholes?” 

As usual, one couldn’t tell if Sub-commander T’pol had taken offense; her face remained stony. “A wormhole is a warp in space that connects two separate, and often distant points in space. They were believed to be only hypothetical, but several species have encountered these phenomena. They are volatile and fluctuate. Once a wormhole opens it may only last for a few hours before closing, and it may not open again for several months. Because of this in addition to their rarity, very little research has been done on them.”

“And you’re saying we’re near one of these wormholes.”

“A two day’s travel at warp 3.”

Archer nodded. “Set a course. Hopefully it won’t close before we get to run some scans.”

———

Hoshi, Trip, Malcolm and Dr. Phlox were dining together in the mess hall.

“You don’t really believe in wormholes, do you?” Malcolm asked condecendingly.

Trip shrugged. “T’pol seems pretty convinced. The fact that the Vulcans believe it means there must be some kind of evidence.”

“If a wormhole connects two distant points in space, does that mean we could end up meeting species from a distant region of the galaxy?” Hoshi interjected.

“That’s the theory.” Phlox’s smile was cheerful. “Though that would only be if an alien ship traveled through, since we only plan to study the phenoma from one side.”

“I guess I might need to brush up on my language skills, then.”

Malcolm was derisive. “Oh come on, do you really think we’ll enocunter anything from another region? The whole idea is absolutely ficticious.”

“I guess we’ll find out in two days,” replied Trip. 

———

Two days later Enterprise dropped out of warp. The long range scanners had shown that the wormhole had closed, but it still could be profitable to check out the area anyways. However the sight that greeted the bridge was rather unexpected.

Wreckage was strewn about, dead in deep space. Two interlocked, shredded cruisers of very different makes took up at least two thousand meters. The debris of numerous smaller ships surrounded the two skeletal monsters.

T’pol was the first to comment. “None of the ships match anything in the Vulcan database. Based on the scanners the wormhole could have opened on the wreckage, bringing everything here.”

“Or on the battle itself,” Malcolm commented. “This looks to have happened quite recently.”

“Any bio signs?” Archer asked.

“Four faintly,” T’pol replied. “Two of them are human.”

This took Archer by surprise. “Do wormholes warp space or warp time?” he mused. “Where are they?”

“The two humans are in small separate vessels. The third is in a damaged escape pod. The fourth is in a larger vessels than the humans’, though it appears to be entangled in other debris. They would fit in our launch bay.” 

Archer nodded. “Bring them in and tell Dr. Phlox to meet me in launch bay one.” 

__ __ __

The craft were unlike anything Archer had ever seen, but rarely on this mission had he witnessed anything he recognized. They were badly damaged. Archer could see the pilots of the starfighters from the outside. They certainly appeared to be human, but what was more important was that they also seemed unconcious and badly wounded. Archer could barely see the fourth pilot, who seemed fairly human. 

“Trip, see if you can get that escape pod open. Malcolm, help me get these pilots out.”

It took a few minutes for them to figure out how to open the hatches. Archer and Malcom got the two human pilots out. Phlox took out his scanner.

“How are they,” Archer asked.

Phlox said nothing for a moment. “Get them to sickbay immediately.”

“Cap’n,” Trip called out. 

“What is it?”

“This girl’s leg is pinned. I’m gonna need some help getting her out.”

“Alright.” Archer turned to Malclom. “Help Phlox get these two back to sickbay. Then come back down with some help to move the others.”

Archer and Trip were carefully able to get the girl out. She was young, in her late teens, and obviously alien. She had orange skin, montrals and three striped head tails. Large bruises and gashes covered her.

“Her leg looks broken.”

Archer nodded. “Let’s see if we can get the last pilot out.”’

This proved to be difficult, but Trip managed to remove the debris from the starship. They coud see the pilot clearly now. It was a female that looked to be in her twenties, skin pure as snow, and maroon hair. On her face, underneath the skin are pointed, flat, triangular horns positioned at the top of her cheekbones, just before the ears, and and angled ridges above the brow bone. Her sleeveless outfit revealed bone spurs protruding from just above each elbow. Her lip was split, and metal debris had hooked through her rib cage. Archer cut the metal free, while some crewman gently lifted her out, and took her to Phlox. 

———

Nearly two hours later Archer entered sickbay with T’pol by his shoulder. “How’re they doing?”

“By all rights they should have been dead due to the injuries they suffered. I’ve managed to stabalize their conditions. They should be waking up soon.”

“That’s good to hear. Are those two really…”

“Human, yes. The girl’s species I can’t identify, and the woman’s DNA is mixed with human’s”

“How is that possible? Two humans living in another region of the galaxy?”

“If the wormhole reached that far,”  T’pol pointed out. 

“I’m sure we’ll find out everything we need to know once our friends have awakened.” Flox gave his optimistic smile. 

The comm beeped. “Cap’n?” 

“Yes, Trip. What is it?”

“While we were looking through the ships we detatched three large cyndrilical objects. We gave them a little power, and well I guess you could say we woke two of them up.”

“Woke them up?”

“Yeah they seem to be some sort of robots. They’re talking in some form of code I can’t understand. Cap’n they’re acting upset, it’s taking some real hard work to keep’m in the launch bay.”

“I’m sending Hoshi. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

———

It wasn’t long before Hoshi was able to understand them. She had quickly realized that the robots could understand human speech, it was only a matter of interpreting their responses. 

“He’s asking where Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi are.”

Archer addressed the droid. “We took the two pilots and the girl from the escape pod to our sickbay where they are being treated.”

The blue droid bleeped a series of notes. “It says they want to be taken to them.”

Archer nodded. “Trip, Malcolm, escort them.”

———

These robots, or droids as they called themselves, were an interesting developement. They were clearly extrtemely sophisticated technology, and it made Archer wonder how advanced these people were. Something about this situation made the Captain uneasy, not a feeling that their guests couldn’t be trusted. Rather, it was a sense that this could potentially be one of the greatest discoveries Archer would make in his life, and none of them would ever grasp what it really was. 

#old writing #fanfiction #star trek: enterprise #star wars: the clone wars #discontinued fic #crossover #star trek/star wars crossover #jonathan archer #t'pol #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #malcolm reed #hoshi sato #ahsoka tano #oc #oc: anzi #doctor phlox #r2-d2

[nzvalley]

Rewatching some Star Trek: Enterprise

3x13 - Proving Ground

There is an unending “Previously On Enterprise” to open the episode. A full minute and a half to remind the audience what’s going on. Whew, the signs of how convoluted and serialized the show had become. This episode is deeply mired in the Xindi arc, which is decent but not what I love about the show.

One thing I will say about the Xindi arc is that it’s not about xenophobia or total war. The idea that Archer becomes an unreasonable war hawk is pure fanon. It only takes a few of episodes into season 3, way before this point, before Archer starts seeing nuance in the Xindi species.

They’re still enemies of Earth, still trying to attack and destroy it, but the show almost immediately sympathizes them. Whatever parallels were supposed to exist to America right after 9/11, it doesn’t hold up long. 

The major highlight to this episode for me is the return of Shran and the amazing Jeffrey Combs! It’s awesome that the episode starts with Shran, and we get a long look at an Andorian ship. 

One of the many drawbacks of the forced overhaul of the show was the dismissal of the slow-building Federation arc. And thus Shran. Even now he gets shoehorned into the Xindi stuff, rather than as a step towards the Federation.

Still, it’s awesome to see T’Pol, Shran, and Archer back together. And it is another favor called in, another instance of Archer and Shran (and T’Pol) forging a special relationship.

I forgot how much the retooled theme song sucks. I mean, the original was cheesy but at least it was heartfelt and sincere. The retool saps all of that out, and seems empty and failing at edgy.

“Typical humanoid arrogance.” In general humanoid refers to body type not facial structure. So most of the Xindi are humanoids. Besides that point, though… what were the “humanoids” called before the Xindi learned about humans?

It takes nearly five minutes before we see Enterprise or anyone on it. I didn’t check, but that seems pretty long.

The network tried to make this a military show, instead of an exploration show. That’s the real tension, tragedy of this season. There has always been shades of military in Star Trek, but ultimately that’s not (and shouldn’t be) it’s center.

The shot from behind Archer that reveals Shran’s antennae is one of the most memorable images of the whole show.

“The Imperial Guard thought you would be grateful to have an ally… considering no one else (pointed look toward T’Pol) came rushing to your aid.” An unnecessary shot at T’Pol, considering she actually came along.

Shran and T’Pol have great chemistry too. Barely restrained animosity but tempered with grudging respect. It’s the relationship of all three that is important for the Federation. The trust that develops between Archer and Shran is important, but T’Pol’s presence too, constantly making choices that shock Shran and disrupt his attitude toward Vulcans, is as necessary as the other dyad.

T’Pol actually has a similar impact on Shran as she does on Archer (and Trip, for that matter). Because of her loyalty and uniqueness among Vlucans, she shocked and awed them both out of deeply held animosity towards her species. And not just on an interpersonal level, but in a way that would help shake up centuries of moribund relations.

In fact, Shran points out how huge it is that T’Pol remained on Enterprise. A point that doesn’t get emphasized enough, either in show or IRL, is the amount that T’Pol gives up to continue supporting Archer.

Shran: What happened to your uniform, Sub-Commander? Not that I don’t find your new look becoming… but it’s not exactly regulation is it? T’Pol: I resigned my commission. Shran: Yes, I believe I heard something about that. Archer: Why are you here? Shran: Your world is in jeopardy, and where are your friends, the Vulcans? Where is their mighty fleet? They couldn’t even spare one officer. She was forced to abandon her career to remain on your ship! A remarkably selfless act… for a Vulcan.

Archer/T’Pol walk and talk. We get some Vulcan and Andoria backstory, which seems a little late in the game. Shouldn’t they have had a talk about this at some point during their initial meetings with the Andorians? 

Either way, she ends up being right about the need for security and about the Andorians’ duplicity. In retrospect, Shran’s scheme was well-played. Both Archer and T’Pol could buy the Andorians coming into the Expanse simply to one-up the Vulcans, but T’Pol’s knowledge of their history made her hesitant. 

Some good stuff between Reed and Talas. I always found Reed very engaging and interesting as a character, and it’s a shame he didn’t get more attention. 

Trip has a great moment of sass while watching Reed and Talas banter. “Well, I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.” Reed and Trip were always a good duo, even from the pilot.

Awesome romantic dinner in the captain’s mess between Archer and Shran. Even though Shran is playing a part here, I think a lot of it is also genuine. Shran, manipulative bastard that he is, both uses aspects of the truth to make a lie believable AND using his lies to reveal some truths he had kept hidden up to now.

Then there’s a Trip/T’Pol scene. Three VP sessions a week, jfc. The network was trying so hard, although these are the scenes between them that I prefer. Not the neuropressure crap or the ultra-dramatic plots they throw at them, but when they are connecting over their responsibilities and duties. I mentioned earlier in the season that the writers already had a great way to kickstart any Trip/T’Pol romance they wanted, which was their co-research on Trellium. They would be isolated, passionately invested, and facing high-pressure from the Captain. Perfect combination... but... alas.  Anyway, I digress. I find it interesting that T’Pol doesn’t share her suspicions about the Andorians with Trip.

Reed and Talas bickering!

Intense Trip/Shran scene.  A duo you don’t get to see much of, so it’s nice to see them interact.

Degra’s test… and then the Archerite scene, which is pure brilliance. One of the funniest scenes of the whole show.

At this point the plot really starts to kick in, so my thoughts become sparser. I care more about the quiet moments and character beats, especially on re-watch.

Reed and Talas scene… Talas is really up to something this time. Archer/Shran/T’Pol debrief… the reveal of Shran’s duplicity begins to become apparent. In a second debrief scene, its’ even more apparent to everyone that the Andorians are about to pull a double-cross.

The connection Archer forged with Graelik comes through!

Interesting scene between Shran and the general. The clearest picture in a while of how much of a maverick Shran is for an Andorian, akin to Archer and T’Pol.

Then the double-cross goes down! But Shran telegraphed what he was going to do, so everyone on Enterpise already knew and had prepared. 

And Shran sends the scans in secret in the end, showing that while he might play his part for his military/government, he still personally feels a connection to Archer and T’Pol. He is willing to risk his career in the same way as T’Pol, though not quite as openly as her, to keep his relationship with Archer viable.

Archer and T’Pol were both right this time. The Andorians couldn’t be trusted… but Shran ultimately came through.

The episode ends up back where it started, on the Enterprise at least, with T’Pol, Hoshi, and Archer analyzing data.

Archer invites Trip and T’Pol to dinner to drink some Adorian ale. And like usual now, the show pretends that Archer/T’Pol/Trip have nothing to discuss that might be awkward or uncomfortable.

Screencaps: https://ent.trekcore.com/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=117&page=5

Transcripts: http://www.chakoteya.net/Enterprise/65.htm

#Star Trek: Enterprise #Captain Archer #T'Pol #Shran #Andorians #Hoshi Sato #Malcolm Reed

[trekgenderr]

Can i get a really cute and fluffy Kov x reader where she admits she likes him? I didn't pay TOO much attention to him in the show, but your writing has made me change my mind!

ofc !! sorry this one took so long i rewrote it like 5 or 6 times

Pairing; Kov x Reader

Vulcans.

“a warp-capable humanoid species from the planet Vulcan. They were widely renowned for their strict adherence to logic and reason as well as their remarkable stoicism.”

or so you thought. In your few months serving on the NX-01 under Captain Archer, you had only interacted with two vulcans, sub-commander T’pol and Ambassador Soval, aka, ambassador pointy. Both being incredibly logical and mentally disciplined, especially T’pol. You thought all vulcans were as mentally disciplined as those two, especially from what you’ve heard by word of mouth and textbooks from your Starfleet training. 

To say you were surprised when you heard about V'tosh ka'tur was an understatement. It was even MORE of a shock getting to meet them and talk to them once they boarded the ship to talk to Captain Archer. You stood along the sides of the catwalk, along side your superior, Charles Tucker, but that was too formal. Everyone called him Trip.

“Well would ya look at that...” Trip trails off, “Rejecting almost all tradition. Good for them.” You couldn’t tell if it was meant to be said in a sarcastic manner or not. “Well, Chief, we can know one thing. it’ll be a treat getting to know them.” You told him, not taking your eyes off of them as they got off their ship. “I sure do have some questions for them.” Tucker admitted, also fixated on them as they greeted Captain Archer. It was odd seeing them smile and laugh and using expressions like “it’s wonderful”. But intriguing, nonetheless.

-

It was just after showering when you went to the cafeteria for dinner. Walking in, you noticed the tables were crowded of vulcans and humans asking one another questions, maybe even dipping into the more taboo parts of one another’s culture. You nodded to the chef just as you got your serving of food. You made it halfway to the table before an unfamiliar voice perked your ears up.

“Is that meat?”

Looking over your shoulder, you smile at the person who asked the question. He’s a Vulcan, but not like any vulcan you’ve seen. his clothing was asymmetrical, his hair a tad messy, and he wore a slight smile on his lips.

“yeah, chef made meatloaf tonight.” you coaxed him to walk with you. “I’m assuming you’ve never had any before?” he shook his head. “we never ate meat on Vulcan.” you nod with a small pause. “I’m (Y/N).” he smiled before replying “I’m Kov!” he held out his hand for a handshake. Before even thinking, you shook his hand, “wait, don’t vulcans avoid..” Kov nodded, “normal vulcans do avoid shaking hands, but i’m V’tosh Ka’tur!” you mentally slapped yourself for forgetting that little nugget of information. “While most vulcans reject all emotion, we believe we should balance emotion and logic.” you nodded, “What other traditions do you not follow?” he smiled, “how much time do you have?”

-

It has been a very educational 2 days. You learned a lot about both vulcan culture, and v’tosh ka’tur! How traditional vulcans don’t eat meat, all about pon farr, all about things like the Vulcan Forge and Kolinahr. Kov was a very good teacher and rather endearing. He wasn’t like any other vulcan you’ve met. he wore a smile on his face, he was more than happy to answer any questions you had about anything, and he was rather adorable too!

On top of learning all about Vulcan culture, you also had learned one thing about yourself. You had grow quite fond of the curious, non traditional Vulcan. The repairs on their ship were nearing completion, and you had a day off that you planned to use in the most productive way possible. You stood in front of the guest quarters, your heart pounding. You pushed the button.

“Come in!” as soon as Kov saw you, he smiled, setting down a PADD. “Oh, Ensign! What can i do for you?” he coaxed you to step inside. “I wanted to thank you for sharing so much about your culture with me, i’ll miss you when you have to go.” You stepped in before the door closed behind you. Your body felt hot and cold at the same time.

“So, Kov,” you got his attention “remember how i told you about that old term humans used in the 21st century to describe an infatuation with someone?” Kov racked his memory for a second “ah! yes, a crush. i remember.” he smiled the realization not hitting him. “Well,” you sat down on his bed next to him, “these past few days have been really nice between the two of us. I’ve learned a lot, like the history of your world, important parts of your culture, and most importantly how fond ive grown of you.” His cheeks flushed a light green as a smile graced his lips. “A crush?” he inquired

You nod. “Yeah,” you smile, “a crush. I thought you deserved to know before you left.” his smile remained, but his eyes went sad when he was reminded of his eventual departure. He avoided your gaze for a moment before asking. “(Y/N),” he hesitated, “i remember telling you about how Vulcans kiss, but it slips my mind on how humans kiss.” You must have been blushing, his expression gave it away.

“I’d be more than happy to show you.” he nods at your request

You scoot closer, leaning into a soft and shy kiss. His lips were as soft as he was hesitant, for fear of offending you. Soon enough, while still kissing, he slid his hand into yours, trailing up your palm with his index and middle finger, bringing them to your index and middle.

A Vulcan kiss.

((girl i’m so sorry this took forever i’ve rewritten it so many times because it didn’t seem right but i’m so sorry it took so long :(

#star trek #star trek enterprise #kov x reader #star trek oneshot #vulcan

[giasesshoumaru]

“One of the first things a diplomat learns is not to stick his fingers where they don’t belong.” - Sub-commander T’pol to Commander Tucker (Star Trek: Enterprise - Episode 1.4)

#star trek #star trek enterprise #t'pol #trip tucker

[incorrectly-quoted-queers]

Okay so I’ve been passively watching Star Trek: ENT while doing various housework and whatnot. 

And lord oh lord I just have to say that Trip and Archer are real weird about making T’Pol hang out with other people. In this episode, it’s all about “movie night”.

They make it clear that she goes every so often (referencing some Western that she enjoyed) and Trip tries to strong-arm her into going to a horror marathon. T’Pol makes it clear horror isn’t her style, that should be the end of it. 

But NOOOOO Trip starts berating her, until he forces her to agree to come. 

T’Pol is so uncomfortable with this outcome that she tries to see if her headache is something serious, to have an excuse not to go. 

Later on the bridge, though, she gets further strong-armed. She tries to offer a compromise (maybe trying something she likes, like reading) but Trip gets all indignant. 

Worse, Archer overhears, commands her to have dinner and “make a date” of it. 

YIKEEEE 

I always hate how self-righteous Archer can be (and definitely how commanding and skeevy he can be to T’Pol) but this whole episode tilted me off my hinges. 

As a serious introvert, this behavior would make me hate these people. Let T’Pol read books and not be muscled by pushy men. I’m sure there are other people on board who would prefer reading just like her. 

ALSO THESE TWO BUFFOONS MAKING FUN OF HER ACCURATE THEMATIC COMPARISONS FROM FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER’S PERSECUTION TO HUMAN TREATMENT OF VULCANS IS EYE-ROLL INDUCING

There are good intentions with this sub-plot, to make T’Pol bond with the crew, but the way Archer and Trip go about it is EEK

T’Pol deserves better than these messy men, every day.

#Star Trek Enterprise #Captain Archer #Star Trek #T'Pol #T'Pol deserves better #T'Pol is best girl #Enterprise #T'Pol and movie night #Archer and Trip can fuck off

[trip-tuckers-hyperspanner]

Logical Candidates (A Sub-Commander's Guide)

A series where Sub-Commander T'Pol and her husband-to-be, Commander Tucker, navigate engagement, marriage, and family life with the Enterprise crew (feat. Malcolm Reed/Hoshi Sato!).

Five Times Trip Was Dumb and One Time He Wasn't

T'Pol assumed the logical thing was to prime Charles "Trip" Tucker III for matehood. After all, they were close and compatible. But sometimes a Florida man doesn't read between the lines. Five times Trip didn't take the hint. One time he dropped the hint himself.

Five Times T'Pol Kept A Secret and One Time She Didn't

Some things are better left unsaid. Whether it’s her own betrothal, Lieutenant Reed’s plans on proposing, Trip’s unexpected tears, Hoshi’s worries, or Lieutenant Briggs’s nasty comments, T’Pol finds she should just keep her mouth shut. A Sub-Commander’s Guide to keeping a rather unorthodox engagement under control.

Old Adages and Appreciative Beauty (A Sub-Commander’s Guide)

T'Pol and Hoshi have four things they need: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Malcolm and Trip have a lot more than four things they're planning. A Sub-Commander’s guide to being a perfect bride.

@mytardisisparked

#star trek enterprise #trip x t'pol #trip tucker #t'pol #malcolm reed x hoshi sato #malcolm reed #hoshi sato #gaitwae writes

[hadescavedish]

my practice of

Sub Commander T’Pol

#sub commander t'pol #t'pol #tpol #star trek #my bae #star trek enterprise #fan art

[captain-of-the-historicfuture]

Hoshi: So, how’s the prettiest bridge officer doing today?

T’Pol, not glancing up from her console: I don’t know. How are you?

Hoshi, voice cracking: I’m fine.

#the enemy to the living #star trek: enterprise #st:ent #enterprise #enterprise incorrect quotes #ent incorrect quotes #star trek incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #t’poshi #t'poshi #tposhi #t'pol/hoshi #t'pol x hoshi #ensign hoshi sato #hoshi sato #sub-commander t’pol #t’pol #t'pol #tpol

[just-another-sickfic-blog]

The Fever

Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise 

Word Count: 1 8886

Whumpee: T’Pol

Pairing: Archer/T’Pol

Warnings: None apply 

A/N: I just really wanted a T’Pol fic that was not a pregnancy fic. That’s the closest I can get to whump in this damn fandom. Like, everyone has a whump fic except for this character and of course she’s my favourite. I wanted to see her with a fever that was not a Pon Farr fic, come on you guys.

                                   “The Fever”

To most of the crew, it seemed that Sub-Commander T’Pol was invincible. Her biology, forged from millennia of natural selection to handle Vulcan’s rigid climate seemed to be superior to a human’s in every given way. Archer had seen this first hand on many different occasions. Under stressful situations, he had seen her function past what would have been limitations of a human. Under situations of stress, he had seen her go days, sometimes weeks at a time without eating or sleeping. He had always given her time off to recover but, somehow, she was always prepared for her shift the next morning as those restless weeks were but a distant dream. Well, this time was an exception, apparently. He had noticed it since she first slouched onto the Bridge that morning.

Okay,  maybe “slouch” was not the correct word. But in his defence, a word for “slightly bent with subtle uneven steps” didn’t exist in the English dictionary. At least, as far as he knew. He’d have to ask Hoshi about that.

  T’Pol could taste the sweat on her lips. This heat was making it hard for her to concentrate. What was especially curious about it was that the temperature on the ship had not changed (she had confirmed that herself). The average room temperature of Vulcan was between 26 degrees and thirty degrees while both humans and Denobulans (and apparently Terrain canines) prefered temperatures between 20 and 25 degrees. Everyone  There was no logical reason that she should be experiencing such heat.

She tried, with some difficulty, to ignore the beads of sweat that trickled down her face and focus on her consul. Her vision was beginning to double and she found her fingers were missing the buttons

She allowed a deep breath. She would have to meditate for a bit longer after the shirt The shift was only two hours away from ending. She would have to deal with the discomfort until then  

  “Sub-commander, where is that scan?”

Right. The scan.

  “I’m adjusting the resonance of the irregularities.”

“Our scans detected no irregularities. Has there been a change?”

   T’Pol thought briefly that if she were human, she would have used more colourful language that Commander Tucker was famous for.

  “My apologies, Captain, I…” There was a hint of hesitance. “Misread the scans.”

  He received the scan from her before turning back to her, eyes narrowing.

“Hey, you alright?”

   “Of course I am.”

“It’s just,” Archer rested the now forgotten PADD on the arm of his chair. “It’s not like you to misread anything. Not to mention you’re looking kinda green.”

  From her peripheral vision, she could see a few crewmembers strain their necks to confirm for themselves the colour of the sub-commander’s complexion.

 “Vulcans have copper-based blood. Our blood causes our complexion to be green in colour.”

“I’ve not seen anything quite like this. I suspect that if you were human, your face would be completely red.”

 “I am not human.”

“Which is why I’m coming back to my original point which your face is quite green today.”

  Too green, he wanted to add though he could feel that he was already embarrassing her enough as it was.

  Archer had decided to keep one eye free for his science officer.

She was shaking as if she was on Andoria but the lights of the Bridge were bouncing off the sheen of perspiration that coated her face. But she seemed to be as focused as she ever was. As the shift progressed he became more concerned about whether she could remain on her own two feet rather than complete the scans she had promised the end of the Alpha shift. Enough was enough. He couldn’t run a ship if his crew members were pushing themselves past their appropriate limitations.

He pushed himself off his chair and had come up beside her to her station, pretending to analyse her calculations.

    “I want you to report to sickbay. Get Phlox to have a look at you.”

 “I assure you, Captain, that I am functioning adequately.”

“T’Pol, you look like you’ve just finished running a marathon. I don’t pretend to be an expert in Vulcan biology but to us humans, it means that you’re sick.”

  There.

He had said it.

The elephant in the room -- or the elephant on the deck at least.

There was some shuffling of feet as the rest of the bridge crew had gained a sudden interest in their stations.

 “My shift ends in a couple of hours. I’ll go to sickbay then.”

A misplaced step caused a bit of a stumble and Archer had instinctively reached and grabbed her elbow.

“If you keep this up, you will be dead in a couple of hours. And frankly, I don’t feel like explaining to the High Command why our only Vulcan crewmember is dead. No, I want you to go to sickbay. Now.”

  “Sir, I --”

Archer had reached over and gripped T’Pol’s elbow and tugged her to the door.

  “That’s an order Sub-Commander. Don’t make me call Security to get you off the Bridge.”

With a lingering look that could be compared with a glare, T’Pol turned on her heels and exited the Bridge. He returned to his seat and pressed the comm on the armrest.

  “Bridge to Sickbay.”

“Sickbay here, Captain.”

   “The Sub-Commander will be arriving at sickbay in a few minutes. I think she’s got a bit of a fever.”

  “Well, thank you for informing me. I’ll be expecting her.”

~~

  His mind didn’t stray too far from his science officer for the remaining hours. His attempts to focus on the scans had proved futile as the numbers were slowly replaced by the image of an obviously sweating and shaking T’Pol. Did she make it to sickbay? She had nearly stumbled at her station. Was she passed out in the hall? No, someone would have definitely seen her and informed him

He was more than happy when the Bridge crew for Beta shift began to slowly replace the crewmembers from Alpha shift.

  “Phlox.”

Phlox had looked up from feeding one of many pets that Phlox had acquired during his stay on the Enterprise.

  “Ah Captain,” He put the creature back into its cage. “I bet you came here, wondering about the Sub-commander.”

   “Is she alright?”

   “It’s nothing serious I can assure you. But I’ve pulled her from her the duty roster for the rest of the week and possibly the next and I’ve sent her to her quarters.”

 “I didn’t know it took that long to get over a fever.”

    “Well, it’s not “a bit” of a fever.

 “She stumbled a bit and I grabbed her elbow to steady her. I didn’t feel anything.”

“Captain, the average body temperature for a Vulcan is 33.33 degrees. Her temperature was pushing 35.5 during my checkup. And there is evidence that suggests that she’s been nursing that fever for the past few days.”

  There was a moment as Phlox allowed Archer to process the information.

“You mean to tell me she was working on the bridge with the equivalent of a 40-degree fever for the last few days?!”

   “It did not maintain 35.5 degrees or else she would have fainted long before you ordered her to sickbay. I mean to say that the fever itself has been present and climbing for at least a few days. I’m surprised that she managed to remain relatively coherent. People are usually fully delirious by the time their fever hits 40.”

“Is there a chance that whatever she caught is being spread around the ship?”

    “There’s no cause for concern on that matter, Captain. What she has can’t be caught.”

“Then what is going on?”

   “She’s exhausted, Captain.”

 “Exhausted?”

“Vulcans maybe different from humans but that doesn’t mean that they’re invincible. She’s been putting the limitations of her Vulcan biology to the test for the last few months and she’s in desperate need of a rest.”

  “And she will. Tell her I will not accept her return unless she has fully recovered.

  ~~

  The chimes of her quarters rang and she opened her eyes.

“Come in.”

   The door hissed open at the command, revealing Captain Archer with a rather large bowl. Allowing her eyes to rest on the bowl for a split second before tilting her head, cocking an eyebrow. He too, took a moment to observe the candles situated in a circle around her.

  “T’Pol, what are you doing?”

“Meditation.”

   “Don’t tell me that Vulcans can just meditate sickness away.” He said, placing the bowl on the bed-stand.

  “Negative, but we often find that meditation aids recovery.”

He picked her up by the shoulders and lead her towards her bed.

 “Not to debunk the healing methods of your people, but I think sleep would preferable.”

  “Captain, I’m fine.”

 “The last time you said that, you were on the Bridge with the equivalent of a 40 degree fever. Forgive if I’m not fully convinced this time around.”

He picked up the bowl and disappeared into her bathroom. There was the sound running water before he reappeared, the bowl filled.

  “What are you doing?”

 “It’s an earth custom. In the early days, people would place damp cloths on the foreheads of sick people. It apparently helped to draw out the fever.” He explained wringing a cloth that had, until then, remained hidden from her sight.

 “Water is not as abundant on Vulcan as it is on earth. We use paste from the plomeek plant.”

“Good thing you’re not on Vulcan right now then.”

  When the cloth rested on her forehead, she bit down a shiver.

“Is this supposed to make me comfortable?”

   “It will in a few moments. Just relax

~~~

  Phlox collected his hyposprays and began making his way through the corridors of the Enterprise. He stopped on C deck and rang the chimes.

   “Come in.”

Phlox stopped short at the male voice that most certainly did not belong to T’Pol. Sure enough, the door hissed open revealing the Captain sitting on the ground, his back against the side of the bed. T’Pol, much to his satisfaction, was sleeping peacefully.

 “You got her to sleep,” Phlox said, entering her quarters.

  “It wasn’t easy, let me tell you.” He muttered stretching. “She can be especially stubborn when she’s sick.”

  “Oh, I’ve seen it many times. For aliens who have decided to embrace complete logic as their way of life, they make quite lousy patients.”

  Phlox took out his tricorder and did a quick scan.

“Well her fever’s dropped a bit so that’s a good sign.” He then picked up the hyposprays and pressed them into her neck.

  “These should help with the other symptoms but nothing beats good rest and good food. Which reminds me,”

   He turned to Archer.

“I’ve asked Chief to make some vegetable broth and it should be coming around in an hour and a half. If you could get her to eat some, that would be wonderful.”

  “Hey, hey!” He exclaimed, keeping his voice low. “I’m a captain! I have important things to do!”

“I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” Phlox waved his hand dismissively. “You always find time for the important things.” He smiled when Archer blanched. “Besides, you and me the only ones who can really order her around. And I think that she responds to you better.”

#star trek enterprise #whump fic #t'pol/archer #i just really wanted a whump fic of her #that was not a pregnancy fic #i havne't posted in a while #i'm so fucking done #fever #no trigger warnings apply

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

“The Corruption of Time” Chapter 2(& 3), Star Trek: Enterprise/Star Wars: The Clone Wars Crossover

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A/N: This is an unfinished and DISCONTINUED fic I wrote a couple years back. I thought I might as well post what I had (2 1/2 chapters). I don’t plan on ever finishing this version, my writing style has changed considerably since I wrote this, but if I got enough interest, I would consider starting over and writing a new version of this story. I would still keep this first unfinished version up as well.

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Chapter 2

The first thing Anakin heard was a series of excited bleeps.

“Artoo?” he mumbled, partially opening his eyes. He squinted in the bright light. “Where are we?”

“You are in sickbay aboard the starship Enterprise.” The alien’s voice was cheerful, but Anakin couldn’t identitfy his species. He gestured to Artoo and Obi-wan’s droid, R4-P17. “Your little friends here have been quite helpful asisting me take care of all three of you.” 

Anakin looked around and saw that Obi-wan and Ahsoka were on either side of him, unconcious. The bog witch was in the same condition across the room. “What happened?”

The alien shrugged. “You tell me. We found your ships in some wreckage near a wormhole. So the Captain had you brought aboard Enterprise. I’m Doctor Phlox.” He smiled again, the corners of his lips stretching too far upward. 

“Never heard of a starship named Enterprise. Is this is a Separatist ship, or Republican?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what those terms mean. Though I’m sure the Captain will be anxious to hear all about you.” Plox opened the comm. “Captain, one of the pilots has just awoken.” “Alright, T’pol and I will be right down.”  Phlox returned his attention back to Anakin. “You’re injuries were fairly severe but I was able to stabilize your condition. You should be out of sickbay in a week. The same goes for your friends, and they should be waking up soon.”

The doors to sickbay opened and in walked a blond-haired human man and humanoid female, again Anakin couldn’t identify the species. The human spoke first. “I’m Captain Archer, the head of the starship Enterprise.” He gestured to the alien female beside him. “And this is Sub-commander T’pol. We came across you and your friends in some debris surrounding a recently closed wormhole. Some of us theorized you may have been transported here from some other region in the galaxy, but if that’s true, then how could you be human? I hope you wouldn’t mind enlightening us.”

Anakin glanced at them suspiciously. “My name is Anakin Skywalker. The other human is Obi-Wan Kenobi and the Togruta is my padawan, Ahsoka Tano. We are Jedi knights of the Republic.”

“Togruta? I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of that species.” Archer glanced at T’pol.

“It’s not in the Vulcan database.”

Archer turned back to Anakin. “I also have never heard of a Jedi Knight, and we’ve haven’t yet encountered a republic in deep space. But you haven’t yet answered my question. How can your ships and technology so different and advanced from ours, when you’re human? What part of Earth are you from?

Anakin looked impatient. “I’ve never heard of a system called Earth.”

“It’s the human homeworld.”

Anakin gave a long sigh. “Look, I don’t know what game you’re playing, but the native world of humans is Coruscant, though they’ve colonized hundreds of other systems. Everyone knows that. I don’t have a lot of time, I need to get a transmission to the Jedi Council immediately.” Artoo chirrupped. “What do you mean you don’t recognize any of the stars or systems? Can’t you get in touch with Republic troops patrolling the Outer Rim?”

Archer took a deep breath. “Like I said before, it’s possible the wormhole transported you from another region in the galaxy.”

Anakin looked at Archer. “If Artoo’s scans are right, then we haven’t just traveled into an unknown region of the galaxy, we’ve traveled into an entirely different one.”

———

Obi-Wan awoke to his head throbbing. He opened his eyes, scanning his unfamiliar surroundings. To his right he found Anakin sitting up, wolfing down an unfamiliar looking meal. 

“Anakin?”

“Master! You’re awake.”

“It seems so. Where are we?”

“Aboard a starship called Enterprise.”

“Republic or Separatist.”

“Neither. Apparently we were sucked into a wormhole and transported to another galaxy.”

Obi-Wan raised his eyebrow. “Really,” he replied sarcastically. 

“Hey, I didn’t believe it either until Artoo and Arfour completed some scans that prove we aren’t anywhere is our galaxy, not even the unknown regions.”

Obi-Wan remained skeptical. “I’m more inclined to believe I’m in a coma and dreaming all this up.”

“Not gonna lie, the thought crossed my mind. But then I cut myself on some of this medical equipment, and well, pretty realistic pain for a dream.”

Obi-Wan sat up, looking past Anakin. “How’s Ahsoka?”

“Doctor Phlox says she’s doing well and should be waking up soon.”

“Doctor Phlox? So they don’t use medical droids.”

“They don’t seem to have droids period. The Chief Engineer and the Sub-commander are absolutely fascinated with Artoo and Arfour.”

“How advanced are they technologically?”

“They use a warp drive instead of a hyperdrive to travel faster than the speed of light.”

“A warp drive?”

“It doesn’t even match the slowest hypedrive in speed. Though I have a feeling not everything they’ve built is technologically inferior…just most things.”

“After all this is a different galaxy, not the past.” Obi-Wan paused. “What kind of species is this ship run by anyways? Are they humanoid?”

“That’s the strange part Master.”

“What do you mean?”

“There are at least two different species on board that I can’t recognize, which I suppose would be expected given that we’re supposedly in a different galaxy. But the rest of the crew is human, and they claim the native human homeoworld is Earth, and that this is the first human deep space starship.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Obi-Wan paused. “What about their disposition towards us?”

“Friendly. I sensed no deceit in them.”

“Even though you were the first to speak with them?”

“My diplomatic skills are quite advanced, though you won’t care to admit it.”

“Advanced? Your policy is lightsaber first, ask questions later.”

“Which is a very direct form of communication. I’ve risen above the crutch of politeness and formalites.”

Obi-Wan was laughing. “I couldn’t disagree with that.”

“If you possessed such a crutch, perhaps you would’ve obtained the rank of Master by now,” came a pointed remark from the other side of the room. The woman, the one Anakin thought of as a bog witch, was sitting up on her bed. Her expression was one of bored irritation. 

Anakin rolled his eyes. “When Yoda asked the Aing-Tii for assisstance, I expected them to at least send one of their own kind.”

“If you were part of deliberating that request, then the Aing-Tii would find no fault in me withdrawing that assisstance.”

“Anzi, please,” Obi-wan interjected. “The Jedi Order is tremendously grateful for your presence. Anakin’s opinions do not represent them.”

Anzi only narrowed her eyes and looked away.

Anakin sighed. “It just seems odd that a bunch of reclusive monks would send a Dathomirian to aid the Jedi.”

“The Nightsisters are far more diverse than the coven—Talzin’s little runts—you’ve been exposed to.”

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Chapter 3

“Hoshi, I’m going to have… Ahsoka bunk with you. T’pol will host Anzi. Malcolm you’ll be sharing your quarters with Obi-Wan, and Trip you’ll be sharing yours with Anakin.”

“Why us?” asked Trip a bit indignantly.

“Because,” Archer explained, “I said so.”

“But we have plenty of space. Why double up on the crew?” Trip persisted. 

“I thought you’d like to get to know our new guests.”

“Oh,” the reason became clear to Lieutenant Reed. “You’re wary of their intentions and want them to be closely monitored without raising their suspicions.”

“I didn’t say that,” protested Archer, though it was obvious the theory was true. “Phlox said they’re being released from sickbay tomorrow. I suggest you prepare.”

“Those droids will probably kill us in our sleep,” muttered Trip. “With some 31st century technology that leaves no evidence of the crime, and then our guests will turn out to be shape-shifting Sulliban, and then….”

Archer fixed him with a glare. 

#old writing #fanfiction #discontinued fic #crossover #star trek: enterprise #star wars: the clone wars #star trek/star wars crossover #jonathan archer #t'pol #trip #hoshi sato #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #doctor phlox #malcolm reed #r2-d2 #oc #oc: anzi