Damage Line-By-Line

[May 20]

REED: It appears to be a one-man vessel. No armaments.

 

[Kertrats47]

T'POL: Biosigns?

 

[CaptVader]

REED: One.

 

[Kertrats47]

T'POL: Bring it in.

 

[Hopeful Romantic]

[Launch bay]

(Two armed MACOs, Reed and T'Pol go to see what is in the little vessel. Reed scans for a hatch control.)
REED: Here.
(It opens it to reveal - Archer.)

 

[May 20]

[Sickbay]

PHLOX: No internal injuries. Numerous contusions consistent with blunt trauma.

 

[Athena28]

ARCHER: How many have we lost?

 

[May 20]

PHLOX: Fourteen. Three are unaccounted for.

 

[CaptVader]

ARCHER: Don't waste time on me.

 

[sekundant]

PHLOX: It's good to see you again, Captain. (goes to tend to others on biobeds)

 

[CaptVader]

T'POL: Damage report. (hands over a PADD) We'll have impulse power in six hours.
(Archer stares at three bodies on the floor, covered by blankets.)
T'POL: Aft torpedo launchers and one forward phase cannon are online.

 

[May 20]

ARCHER: Have Hoshi and Travis start analyzing that pod.

 

[mattman8907]

T'POL: Its configuration suggests it's aquatic.

 

[CaptVader]

ARCHER: I was aboard one of their ships. That's the last thing I remember.

 

[mattman8907]

T'POL: Do you have any idea why they released you?

 

[Hopeful Romantic]

ARCHER: I think I may have gotten through to one of them. Degra.
(T'Pol hands him a towel. Her hand is shaking so he holds it.)
ARCHER: Thanks. Are you all right?

(Really nice, subtle gesture of compassion by Archer, even after all he's been through.)

 

[sekundant]

T'POL: I'm fine. I should help Lieutenant Reed with his repairs.

(Her journey through the corridors however, has a sound and vision distorted, horror film quality to it. She gets to her quarters and bathes her face.)

 

[May 20]

[Situation room]

REED: They went to a lot of trouble to let you go. Do you really think they'll attack us again?

 

[CaptVader]

ARCHER: They're not exactly unified. The reptilians came after us on their own. They might decide to finish what they started.

 

[Hopeful Romantic]

MALCOLM: We've run out of moons to hide behind, but there is a cometary dust cloud not too far off.