Discussion in 'Star Trek: Enterprise' started by LeadHead, Nov 25, 2013.
Mayweather: Don't forget Porthos and all of the doctors animals.
Trip: You ever been through a storm as bad as this?
TRAVIS: Ran into a Class 3 once. Had to take shelter in the ship's core. We were down there for 6 weeks.
Trip: 6 weeks?
Travis: Any idea about a latrine?
Trip: Oh, I never thought about that. There are some storage lockers in the aft compartment. We ought to be able to convert a couple of them.
(they go through a hatchway into another section with control panels on the wall)
Trip: This'll be our Bridge. We're going to have to jury-rig these panels, tap them into command functions.
Mayweather: Mot much room for a Captains chair.
TUCKER: That storm must've been pretty scary.
TRAVIS: We only got worried when the generators went down. We lost the grav-plating, life support. I'll never forget that look in my father's eyes. He knew we were in trouble.
ARCHER: Sorry to keep you in there so long.
Tagrim: We understand.
ARCHER: My Science Officer tells me you're from the Takret system. That's a long way from here.
Tagrim: Our work often takes us far from home.
RENTH: We're stellar cartographers.
Archer: Really? Once we get out of the storm maybe you can help us update our star charts.
Tagrim: We'd be pleased.
PHLOX: This way.
(the ship is a frenzy of activity. The warp injectors are being locked down. Duffle bags are being passed up the ladders to the catwalk, spacesuits are being packed and moved)
T'POL: You're behind schedule. Do you need help?
Phlox: I understand you've allotted fifteen cubic metres for medical supplies?
T'POL: That's correct.
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