Trip: "You forgot to warn us about not drinking the water."
"Broken Bow" : Line-By-Line!
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^ Travis and Trip smirk at each other, probably thinking about that "1st hand, 2nd hand, 3rd hand" bit earlier!
Archer: "The Vulcans told us Klaang was a courier. If he was here to get something, then whoever gave it to him might know why he was taken.
That was only a few days ago... a 7 foot Klingon doesn't go unnoticed."
- - -
The bombay doors on the NX-01 open and a Shuttlepod decends down to the planet.
It's snowing a blizard on the surface, as the craft swoops to land near an industrial looking complex.
Inside T'Pol is taking everything in her stride. Following are Mayweather and Trip, who's very much wide-eyed with curiosity. A buzzing insect lands on his shoulder, which causes him to panic. Arms busy swatting at the fly. T'Pol coldly looks at him, even having caught the tail end of his commotion.
They move off around a corner where Trip notices squealing noises coming from behind an illuminated door. From inside we see shadowy movements. T'Pol turns to see him going in for a closer look...
Archer: "The Vulcans told us Klaang was a courier. If he was here to get something, then whoever gave it to him might know why he was taken.
That was only a few days ago... a 7 foot Klingon doesn't go unnoticed."
- - -
The bombay doors on the NX-01 open and a Shuttlepod decends down to the planet.
It's snowing a blizard on the surface, as the craft swoops to land near an industrial looking complex.
Inside T'Pol is taking everything in her stride. Following are Mayweather and Trip, who's very much wide-eyed with curiosity. A buzzing insect lands on his shoulder, which causes him to panic. Arms busy swatting at the fly. T'Pol coldly looks at him, even having caught the tail end of his commotion.
They move off around a corner where Trip notices squealing noises coming from behind an illuminated door. From inside we see shadowy movements. T'Pol turns to see him going in for a closer look...
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T'Pol: (clamping her hand on Trip's shoulder)
"It's nothing that concerns us."
Meanwhile music is playing around an arena where two alien women are entertaining a crowd. Among them are Reed, Mayweather and "their guide". One at a time, the two ladies... one pink, the other blue... pluck butterflies out of mid-air with their eight inch tongues. Malcolm & Travis' reactions vary between facination, disgust and arousal.
"It's nothing that concerns us."
Meanwhile music is playing around an arena where two alien women are entertaining a crowd. Among them are Reed, Mayweather and "their guide". One at a time, the two ladies... one pink, the other blue... pluck butterflies out of mid-air with their eight inch tongues. Malcolm & Travis' reactions vary between facination, disgust and arousal.
Mayweather: "Is this where you saw Klaang?"
Reed: (getting quite interested 
)
"Are those real butterflies or some kind of holograms?"
) "Are those real butterflies or some kind of holograms?"
(Buzzer) I'm sorry but we just skipped a line. 5 yard penalty, repeat 1st down. 
Mayweather: We should get going.
Mayweather: Sir.
Mayweather: We should get going.
Reed: (getting quite interested
"Are those real butterflies or some kind of holograms?"
Mayweather: Sir.
Reed: "Oh yes... right... absolutely... right... ahem."
The alien watches disappointed, as his two potential customers go.
In another part of the arcade, Trip is sat down in a long line of waiting aliens, opposite a kiosk where T'Pol is making enquiries. The woman next to him has a box on her lap, the lid of which keeps trying to open. She hastily makes sure it stays shut. This alarms Trip who rises to go stand across the way. However the sound of a nearby crying child unsettles him even further. The boy is with his mother, who seems to be poorly rationing access to an "oxygen" mask. He's clearly in distress, struggling to breathe.
T'Pol has now finished her meeting and is back. Trip moves to join her, still concerned about the kid. T'Pol flips open her communicator.
Archer: (com voice) "Go ahead."
The woman shoots Trip a look, while her child goes on gasping for air.
T'Pol: (into her hand) "Central Security claims to have no record of Klaang. But they told me about an enclave on Level Nineteen where Klingons have been known to go. Something about live food."
T'Pol: (into her hand) "Central Security claims to have no record of Klaang. But they told me about an enclave on Level Nineteen where Klingons have been known to go. Something about live food."
T'Pol: "The eastern-most subsection... by the geothermal shafts."
The child still hasn't been allowed a decent minute with the breathing mask, because the woman is holding him back.
Trip: "What're you doing? Leave the kid alone!"
Trip: "What're you doing? Leave the kid alone!"
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