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.Once Upon Far	By : keithcompany Category: Star Trek > Enterprise Views: 5202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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T'Pol had been loathe to break into the wiring of the ship's electronics. There was no telling what Chippugh might have done, or how he'd implemented the safety devices. It was logically safer to convince the security systems that she was authorized than to risk permanent damage to her life support system.
She had little choice, though. If her reproductive cycle was altered, she could hypothetically enter Pon Far at any moment. She had to gain control of the ship, if only enough to call for assistance.
She had found a tool to remove the kickplate that hid the communication system. She had crawled halfway inside, looking for the isotaller relays the Axanar used for their comms.
Opening the service port she thought contained the relays vented a hydraulic reservoir from the manual piloting backup. She was drenched in viscous fluid in seconds. She spat out a mouthful and retreated.
At least the oil provided a lubrication for her exit, she mused as she tried to wipe herself off.
"Enterprise, I'm entering the atmosphere now," Hoshi Sato's voice sounded from the speaker.
T'Pol clawed her way to the console and tried to ready the lockpick. This would be a great time to believe in the human concept of luck. If she could benefit from a coincidental success with the communicator, she would gladly suffer through an Archer speech on how lucky she had been.
The monitored frequency continued to repeat the conversation between Archer and the shuttle. It seemed that Hoshi was being sent down to collect a shipment of Arcrocite. The Enterprise was not staying in orbit, they were spending the time on a parallel mission near one of the outer planets of the system.
"We'll be back in orbit in six hours, Hoshi," Archer promised. They signed off. The bands were silent as the vessel warped away from the planet. The shuttle disappeared around the curve of the horizon. She was unable to 'luck' into a distress call.
"Six hours," she muttered. "I can do this." She wiped oil from her face and slid back to the access panel.
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"Enterprise! Enterprise? Come on, guys, tell me where you're at?" Hoshi sounded surprised at the lack of orbital reception. Lucky for T'Pol, the communicator had not received Archer's latest transmission.
The science officer crossed her fingers as Travis had told her and toed the switch under her feet. Even though no one could possibly see the gesture, she found herself trying to form a logical argument for adopting the superstition.
She shook her head and leaned towards the vocal pickup.
"Sato? Sato can you read me?"
"Who is this?" Sato replied. Successful, T'Pol restrained the urge to shout. She really had to find a way to spend more time among her people. But that would be later.
"Hoshi, this is T'Pol. I intercepted a message from the Enterprise. They were attacked by a raider and have given chase. You were to remain planetside until contacted. I assume you did not receive this transmission."
"Uh huh. Who is this really? Travis, if this is a joke, I'll tell everyone on board what Phlox found in your stomach after shore leave."
"Interesting as that story promises to be, Hoshi, I assure you that this is T'Pol. I know that the circumstances are unusual. You probably have seen convincing evidence of my death…"
"Death?" The familiar voice sounded surprised. "No, T'Pol isn't dead. She's just in a coma of some kind. The Vulcan Therapeutic Facility keeps us updated on her condition."
"I'm… I didn't die in the engine room? That is good news."
"Who is this?"
"Hoshi, it is a long story, but you have to come over to the orbiting ship transmitting this message. I am in need of your assistance. I cannot operate this vessel without you."
"Travis, I'm not that good of a pilot, yet. When you and the Enterprise stop playing hide and seek, YOU can fly over to the … The Chippugh Two, and see the not-coma T'Pol."
"HOSHI!" T'Pol surprised herself with the vehemence of her shout. She tried to force herself to remain calm. It wouldn't do to be to out-of-character when she was trying to convince Sato of her identity. "Hoshi. Do you remember the day I became the…. The Shrunken Vulcan?"
"Yes…"
"Doctor Phlox estimated that I had lost enough mass to make a replica."
"The size of a little Vulcan Dolly," Hoshi said wistfully.
"Um…. Yes. Anyway, this vessel is where the experiment was being performed that siphoned off a fraction of my mass. And now, my intellect seems to have moved from the body that was on the Enterprise to the one here."
"Like when Archer had that leftover personality of one of your heroes?"
"Exactly. My katra. Please, Hoshi. You must help me."
"Assuming I believe you, what do you need from me?"
"I am alone, and the previous owner has essentially child-proofed the controls against operation by one of my current size. It took me six hours just to be able to transmit a vocal message to you."
"Vocal?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Well, that would mean you are unaware of what's on my viewscreen. A twenty-inch tall, naked Vulcan female, covered in two colors of grease and standing on a pilot's console. With her fingers crossed."
T'Pol instantly moved her hands behind her back. The speaker trilled with laughter. "Okay! Okay, that's the T'Pol we all know and love. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I, uh… I'll try to dock with your ship. Hang on."
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T'Pol attempted to guide Sato's approach to the larger vessel. She had full access to the communications and intermittent perception through the sensor suite.
Sato appreciated the assistance. The tenth time she expressed this appreciation, though, T'Pol began to suspect she was insincere. She distinctly heard grating teeth.
She quieted and waited patiently for the human to dock the shuttle.
As the deck beneath her trembled she hopped down from the console and ran to the external door. Sato entered and dropped to her knees before the Vulcan. They looked at each other closely.
"It is you," Hoshi said after a moment. Then she cracked a wide smile. "And you're so ADORABLE!"
"I am not adorable, Ensign. I am handicapped, uncomfortable, limited in options and covered with hydraulic fluid."
"Exactly!" Hoshi giggled. She reached out and swept up the tiny woman. "Cleaning up the normally tidy Vulcan is a moral imperative." T'Pol pushed away from Hoshi's chest but that just smeared oil across the jumpsuit. Her respect for uniforms forestalled further squirming.
"I'm quite capable of cleaning myself, Sato."
"Then why haven't you?" She chucked the little woman under the chin, then looked around. "Where is the shower? I suppose a bubble bath is too much to hope for?"
"Down there," T'Pol pointed, suffering the giant's grip impatiently. "What are you doing? We have to take control of this ship!"
"I found that message in the buffer," Hoshi said as she walked along the central passage. "And two more. The alarm didn't sound, I think it must be broken."
"You found three messages? You downloaded communications while you were piloting the shuttle? You could have crashed!"
"Oh, relax." Hoshi tapped the Vulcan on her pert little nose and entered the sanitary station. T'Pol was beginning to wonder if the woman would ever stop smiling. "I may not be a natural pilot, but I can peruse the message traffic in my sleep. The Captain says they took some engine damage. They won't be back for three days." She looked around the tiny room and set T'Pol down on the sink.
"This ship has warp capability," T'Pol said. She paused for a second as Hoshi started taking off her uniform. "We can rendezvous with them."
"Can't go to warp with the shuttle on the hull," Hoshi pointed out. She emptied her pockets into the sink basin and shoved the uniform into the laundry chute. Her underwear soon followed. "And you don't seem to have a shuttle bay to secure it in."
"We can leave the shuttle in a stable orbit."
"With a load of Arcrocite in the hold?" The human shook her head. T'Pol tried to come up with another argument for getting underway. She was sufficiently engaged in the problem that she forgot to duck as a naked Hoshi picked her up again. She sighed as she was carried into the sonic shower.
"Oh, look, little dolly controls!" Hoshi enthused. "But I'll bet you couldn't reach the hand unit."
"No. But the general field was sufficient."
"The hell it was," Hoshi replied. She started the shower and picked up the palm -sized emitter. Oil curdled and fell from T'Pol's body and Hoshi's arms. She hugged T'Pol to her chest and rubbed the hand unit across the bare back. More oil and general dirt was forced from the pores in the skin, to curdle and join the rest.
T'Pol sighed at the sensation and relaxed into her rescuer's arms. She felt the unit work her skin, down to her very bones. Some sort of melody was being hummed over her head, but it vibrated the chest under her elbows and cheek. The breasts pillowing her body shook gently. It was surprisingly relaxing, all in all.
Dirt she had been conscious of, but unable to address fell away, sliding and slithering down her flanks. When Hoshi shifted to use the wand against her hair, she actually started to moan. She wasn't sure if she'd ever felt this good.
"That's right, little dolly," the woman whispered. "Just let Hoshi take care of you."
"Alright," she replied. Then she shook herself and leaned back. "Wait. What are you doing?"
"Cleaning you up," Hoshi said, bringing the wand around to T'Pol's chest. Parts had been sandwiched between the women and still were grime-encrusted. "Cleaning you all the way up."
"Why?"
"Because I want to taste you, not your sweat. Not yet, anyway." Her arm immobilized her captive while she lowered the wand. Bit by bit, pore by pore, she worked her way across the belly, the hips, the thighs.
"Hoshi, do humans experience an analogue to our Pon Far?" T'Pol asked. Then she shook her head. "Never mind, I figured it out." She gasped as the intimate cleaning session became even more intimate.
"What did you figure out?" Hoshi asked absently, eyes on her cleaning.
"For us, the mating urge is embarrassing. It detracts from our professionalism and reduces us to mindless creatures obsessed with mating."
"Mmm hmmm?"
"Yes." She kicked a bit but was unable to fend off the human's inspection. "As I said, embarrassing for us. Humans seem to revel in the condition."
"That's right," Hoshi said. She dropped the wand. The shower turned itself off. T'Pol stopped struggling as she was lifted into the air, up to the too-large face. "You look clean," Hoshi said. She dipped her face to lick one full, pert breast. "You taste clean."
Then she hoisted the Shrunken Vulcan over her shoulder. T'Pol stared down at the bare ass of her friend as she heard her ask: "Where's the Captain's Cabin in this ship?"
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