Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!
It was an eventful week for me. A difficult anniversary, my birthday – and a case of food poisoning that swallowed my weekend whole. I’m almost back to myself, although still tired, so that means it’s time for some WIPpeting!
Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.
For those keeping track:
This is the fourth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.
- Today is July 30, 2014.
- 29 sentences, because yesterday was my birthday, and I figure I’m entitled.
This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, “Bigger Problems”. Trip and T’Pol are on Rigel 10, searching for the wounded Klingon who was abducted from Enterprise, when they are attacked by several Suliban…This is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. I‘ve done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.
There were five of them circling her, now – but T’Pol spun, kicked, and feinted as though she had a chance of taking them all out. She ducked under a reaching Suliban, and when she came up, her hand clamped onto his shoulder; he dropped to the decking with a thud and stayed there. What the hell had she done to him? Before I could even start to figure it out, another one tried to launch a flying kick at her head; she threw him over her shoulder, rolled, came up already whirling to keep the last three in her sight.
“Looks like she fights better than you, too,” I laughed, enjoying my captor’s enraged hiss, as T’Pol got another Suliban by the shoulder, and he stopped being a factor. But then one of the last two caught hold of her, and the other one’s sidearm slammed into her head and sent her slumping.
“Hey!” I fought to get free – Damn, had they killed her? “Don’t hurt her!”
“Are you going to try to protect her, puny Human?”
T’Pol lifted her lolling head a little, somehow managing to look at me dazedly. “Don’t, Trip,” she mouthed – or at least I thought she did.
I stopped struggling – it might be too late for admitting that I was in way over my head, and had probably dragged her in with me to do any good, but I could at least not make it any worse for either of us. We were taken down several levels – I tried to keep track, but I was worried about T’Pol, who now hung limply between the two Suliban who dragged her. By the time I was shoved into a small room with a force field at the entrance, I was completely lost.
The two holding T’Pol dumped her roughly against the back wall of the cell, then turned and locked us in while I went to kneel beside her, hoping like hell she wasn’t seriously hurt. The Vulcan woman got her elbows under her with a soft grunt of effort and propped herself up while I was still trying to decide whether I should help her.
“Sorry I gave you a hard time. You all right?”
“I attempted to warn you; had you listened, you might have been able to escape, and alert the captain.”
“Guess I was too busy being a jackass.”
“Jackass?” She arched one slanting brow, studying my face with a question in her eyes – eyes that seemed to have grown softer, somehow, making her seem beautiful in a whole new way that almost took my breath away.
“I lost my temper, and it wasn’t fair to take it out on you.”
“I apparently have much to learn about interacting effectively with humans.”
I smiled; this was the first time she’d seemed at all unsure of herself. “I could’ve done a better job of ‘interacting effectively’ myself, so I guess that makes us just about even. Mind if I ask where a Vulcan learned to fight like that? I thought your people were supposed to be pacifists.”
Why have the Suliban taken them captive? Will Trip and T’Pol ever learn how to ‘interact effectively’ with one another? Will T’Pol reveal how she acquired her considerable skill at hand-to-hand combat? What about the rest of the landing party, and the mission to rescue Klaang, the wounded Klingon?
You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!
These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)