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Posted: 8 Jan 2004 04:13:52 -0800  
In: alt.startrek.creative 
From: shouldknowbettertt@yahoo.co.uk (shouldknowbetter) 
 

Title:    Remember (3/4)  28/34 for series)
Series:   Begins with "A Logical Proposal"  "Remember" is ninth in the
series

Author:  ShouldKnowBetter
Email:   shouldknowbettertt@yahoo.uk.com
Rating:       PG-13
Codes:  Tu/T, all "Enterprise" characters, Soval, action, drama, angst
Summary: A planet holds unexpected treasure for Enterprise's crew.
REMEMBER

Part Three


Enterprise was ready on time, thanks to a heroic effort by her
engineering staff and the maintenance teams of Jupiter Station and she
arrived promptly at the rendezvous point.  Archer and T'Pol waited
outside the airlock for the Vulcan shuttle that was bringing Soval to
Enterprise, not a meeting to which Archer was looking forward.  When
the Vulcan stepped out, however, the captain was immediately aware of
a difference.  The man had always annoyed him, that went without
saying, but it had been equally obvious that Soval found Archer
irritating – a show of emotion the captain had never been slow to
point out.  That was gone now, the pinched face below the grey hair
thinner than before and completely blank.  It was disconcerting and
Archer hurried into the formal greeting.  "Ambassador Soval, welcome
to Enterprise."

"I will retire immediately, Captain Archer.  I do not wish to be
disturbed for the remainder of our journey."

Archer frowned.  "Shouldn't we work on our strategy for dealing with
the Klingons, ambassador?"

"My role is that of mediator.  I can assist neither side.  If you have
questions of procedure, address them to T'Het."  The young woman
behind him inclined her neatly cropped head, eyes not moving from her
superior.
On reflection, the studied ascertain of neutrality did not surprise
Archer.  "Of course, ambassador.  Your quarters are ready.  If you'll
follow Sub-Commander T'Pol, she'll ensure that you have everything you
require."  He wouldn't have asked her to perform that duty but she had
stubbornly insisted.
"I prefer another escort."  There was no inflection to the bald
statement but it was final and the Vulcan hadn't even looked at the
woman who had saved his life a year before.



T'Pol came face to face with T'Het that evening as the other woman
left the mess hall bearing a tray.  T'Pol supposed that T'Het was
making a point because one of Enterprise's stewards had been tasked
with delivery of suitable food stuff to Soval's quarters; what the
point was entirely escaped her.  "Good evening."  The other woman gave
her a disdainful look and began to manoeuvre her way past.  "T'Het, I
believed that we were friends."

"You are a disgrace to your people.  I withdraw such friendship as I
had towards you."

She walked away and T'Pol stood staring after her.  The gesture had
been foolish when she knew the result but she had felt the need to
try.

"Are you ashamed?"

T'Pol turned to look up into Tucker's questioning eyes; it was the
first time they had spoken in days.  "I am not ashamed of you."  It
was inefficient to use Vulcan when she was infinitely more fluent in
English but some things were better said in a language no one else
would understand.  "I am shamed by my own behaviour."

"I understand that but …"  He shook his head in frustration and
switched to English.  "T'Pol, we could be only days away from war.  If
that's gonna happen … isn't it better to face it together?  At least
we'd have each other."

T'Pol looked steadily back.  To have each other, as they had
conclusively proved only a week before, was very pleasant.  It was
when the rest of the universe intruded that it became complicated and
perhaps Tucker had a point.  Her situation could hardly become less
tolerable and if Enterprise became involved in hostilities her
conscience would not allow her to abandon her posting.  "Yes."  He
blinked and she realised that her response had been delayed long
enough and been so brief that he had become confused.  Humans were so
easily confused.  "It is better to have each other than to be alone."

Tucker smiled sadly and reached out a hand to stoke her cheek. 
"Thanks.  Have you eaten yet?"

"No."  She had not eaten a great deal the last few days.  She had been
intending to collect a mug of tea and return to her cabin for further
mediation.

"Let's get some food then."  She stepped away from the arm around her
waist.  "T'Pol, honey, isn't it a little late for that?"

"You may not hold me in public."

"But everyone knows!"

"Even so."

Tucker followed her, shaking his head, but too depressed to argue.




"Come!"  The shout lacked Archer's usual poise and T'Pol entered her
captain's cabin with mild curiosity to find him struggling with the
tie to his formal uniform.  "We can build a warp 5 engine.  You'd
think we could manage a dress uniform that didn't require
contortions."

Without speaking, she crossed to perform the task for him, responding
to his surprise only once she had stepped back.  "Commander Tucker has
experienced similar problems in the past."

"I'm glad to know Trip's taught you something useful."  He shrugged
into his jacket, grimacing at the tight fit.  "What can I do for you,
sub-commander?"

"We have entered orbit around Qo'noS."

"Any problems?"

"None.  The coordinates of the negotiation site have been transmitted.
 Lt Reed can detect no heavy armament in the vicinity.  However, he
wishes to carry out a closer inspection."

Archer shook his head as he bent to respond to Porthos' plaintive
request for attention.  "I think we'll have to take this one on trust,
sub-commander."

"Trust is not a commodity the Klingons hold in high regard."

"Then lets give them a taste of it."  He held up a hand to halt
T'Pol's continuing protest.  "Is Soval ready?"

"So I understand."

"And Hoshi?"

"Ensign Sato is already waiting in the launch bay."

"Then I'd better get going." 




It was over twelve hours before the shuttle pod returned, by which
time Tucker's tension had risen to such a point that he joined T'Pol
when she went to meet its passengers.  She, of course, was neither
tense nor curious, merely a courteous first officer.  The four emerged
in pairs, the humans looking tired and drawn, and Tucker caught
Archer's eye anxiously.  "How'd it go, Cap'n?"

The man pulled a face, blowing out his cheeks.  "I guess it could have
been worse."

"There was a lot of shouting."  Sato appeared the most drained of the
lot.  "If you'll excuse me, sir, I want a shower."

She left muttering, ‘earplugs' and ‘nasal numbing agent' under her
breath and Archer managed a tired grin after her as T'Pol looked
questioningly at him.  "Are talks to continue, Captain?"

"They are."  He nodded to the Vulcan man who had maintained a
disdainful distance from the rest.  "Ambassador Soval thinks we made a
good start."

"Hardly that, captain."  The voice was reproving.  "But it was always
a possibility that the Klingons would refuse to discussion the issue. 
Continuing into a second day can be taken as a positive if you feel
the need for … encouragement."

"I'll take all the encouragement I can get.  Will you be joining us
for dinner, Ambassador?"

"No."  He began to move away and Archer extended the invitation in a
fit of hospitality.

"T'Het?"

"No."  She had learnt her address from Soval himself although she
added something in Vulcan as she followed the ambassador and Tucker
stiffened.

"Now that's not nice!"  Her eyes widened in shock and he glared back. 
"Yeah, the monkey speaks Vulcan."

"T'Het."  Soval's sharp command pulled her after him but even the
brief exchange had enraged Tucker.

"You wanna be careful, T'Het."  He wasn't looking at the woman. 
"Another six years and you might wanna think about looking for another
job.  If Soval …"

"Charles!"  T'Pol's furious intervention cut him off before he could
finish his condemnation but Soval had already turned although his
expression remained blank and his tone gave away absolutely nothing.

"Review your own conduct, Commander Tucker.  You have destroyed her."

He left them standing there and Archer did not have the heart to
rebuke Tucker for his profoundly unprofessional outburst.  He had
never seen the engineer look so stunned.



The talks continued the next morning with further table thumping and
very little progress that Archer could detect, then he thought that
things had taken a turn for the worse when Sato approached him in the
lunch recess, white and shaking.  "Hoshi."  He reached out to grip her
arm instinctively, visions of an assault rising to the fore.  "What
happened?  Are you hurt?"

She shook her head firmly and took a couple of deep breaths, standing
a little closer to him than normal.  "No, sir, I'm fine.  One of the
Klingons took me outside – at knife point."  Archer's grip tightened
and she grimaced, visibly calming now that she was back in her
captain's protective presence.  "I don't think he meant anything by
it.  He just passed on a message."  She glanced around and dropped her
voice.  "Chancellor Girkon wants to talk to you, Captain.  Alone."

"That would not be wise."  They looked around to see that Soval had
joined them.  "Leaving the main chamber would leave you open to
attack, Captain Archer.  There are plenty here who would prefer to be
done with words and progress immediately to war."

"And if the chancellor's not one of them?  Refusal could be just as
damaging."

"The risk is not justifiable."

"Sorry, ambassador, but I'll accept any risk to avoid conflict. 
Hoshi, were you given instructions?"

"Yes, sir.  Coordinates and a time, late tonight."  She pulled a face.
 "The instructions said to use the transporter."

"You will not attend."

Archer looked down his nose at the Vulcan.  "I don't think that's your
call, ambassador.  Now, shall we get back to work?"

A burst of raucous laughter from a group of Klingons reached them and
Archer turned in time to see T'Het stalking towards them, her
expression stiff with disapproval.  "What was that about?"

For the first time since Soval had come aboard Enterprise, there was
some emotion in his expression and it was disgust.  "The Klingons have
become aware of what your first officer has done.  It is a source of
great amusement to them and T'Het bears the brunt."

Archer winced.  It was a low blow and for once entirely justified.  He
only hoped T'Pol wouldn't get to hear about it.




None of Archer's officers were any happier with his decision to accept
the Klingon chancellor's invitation than Soval, but they had no more
success than the Vulcan in dissuading him.  To Reed's intense
frustration, the captain wouldn't even take backup.  "He said alone,
Malcolm," Archer re-iterated when the armoury officer repeated his
request to go along in the transporter room itself, and the Englishman
turned on T'Pol.

"Sub-commander, can't you make the captain see sense?"

"Rarely," she said dryly and addressed Archer herself.  "If we do not
hear from you, we will retrieve you thirty minutes after the initial
transport."

"That's very kind of you, sub-commander, but do I have to remind you
all who's in command here?"

"That is not necessary.  Once you have left Enterprise, I will be in
command."

He glared at her and turned a thoughtful eye on Tucker who was behind
the console, running extensive diagnostic checks.  "Don't look at me,
cap'n."  The engineer confirmed the coordinates for the third time and
shrugged apologetically at his friend.  "I'd pull you out after
fifteen."

Archer shook his head and stepped into the transporter chamber, taking
the phase pistol Reed held out.  "It's set to kill, sir.  I recommend
you leave it that way.  The stun setting doesn't appear to work on
Klingons.  We've selected a beam down site approximately fifty metres
from the location specified by the chancellor.  You should have enough
cover to get close without being seen."

"Thank you, lieutenant.  Would anyone else care to tell me how to
handle this?"

"You would be well advised to leave your communicator channel open,
Captain," T'Pol offered.  "We will be able to keep a lock on your
position, thus reducing extraction time."

He cocked his head to one side in a disbelieving glare, but did as she
recommended then nodded to Tucker.  "Energise, cCommander."

He faded from existence and Reed frowned, arms crossed.  "Should I
follow him down, Sub-commander?"

"I do not believe Captain Archer would appreciate the gesture,
lieutenant.  We wait."



The beam down site was dark after the artificial lighting on
Enterprise but the delay while he waited for his eyes to adapt gave
Archer the opportunity to run a personal body check that confirmed he
still had all his extremities.  The transporter had its uses, but he
still wasn't convinced that decomposing and recombining people was one
of them.  The darkness resolved into varying shades of grey and Archer
began to edge his way forward, a wary eye out for movement.  His show
of confidence to Soval and his officers was just that, a show; he
didn't trust this set-up any more than they did.

Despite his caution the appearance of a figure out of a deeper than
usual shadow caught him by surprise and he had his phase pistol in his
hand before he realised it.  "Chancellor Girkon?"
The figure shifted again and he caught a glimpse of the face before a
throaty laugh confirmed that it wasn't the man he had been expecting;
it wasn't even a man.  "Do I look like a warrior, human?"  She came
closer and Archer might have conceded that she was handsome if it
hadn't been for the teeth.  She was certainly more spectacularly built
than … well, almost any other woman he had ever encountered.  It was
an effort to drag his eyes up to her face.

"Where's the chancellor?"

"Waiting for you.  Come."

"He said alone.  I thought that went for both of us."

"He is alone.  How else could he get free of his guard but by visiting
his mistress?  Are you coming, human?"
He followed her reluctantly, but if the Klingons had wanted him dead,
surely they'd have acted by now.

The house was only metres away, thick-walled and narrow-doored, well
defended against forms of attack a few centuries old, although Archer
wondered if the apparently ancient building was reinforced with modern
materials.  From what T'Pol had told him, civil unrest was common on
the Klingon home world.  Girkon was seated at a table, a tankard in
one hand, a disruptor in the other.  "He came alone?" he asked the
woman and when she nodded tossed the weapon onto the table within easy
reach.  "Then you're a fool, Archer.  Drink?"

"No, thanks.  Why the invitation, chancellor?"

"Drink!"  The white haired Klingon banged his tankard onto the
tabletop.  "I insist.  What pleasures does an old man have left but
blood wine?"

"Women."  His self-confessed mistress poured another tankard although
it was evidently for herself, not Archer.  "Power.  Assassination. 
Old fool!"

"Huh!  You see how she treats me, Archer?  Never let a woman rule you.
 It saps the will, the mind, the body."

"The invitation, Chancellor?"

The most powerful warlord in the Klingon empire leant back in his
chair and Archer was caught by surprise at the intelligence in the
man's eyes.  It never paid to underestimate an enemy.  "If we fight,
Archer, who loses, Qo'noS or Earth?"

"I don't care to answer that."

"Then I'll answer.  I lose.  I am the chancellor of the Klingon
Empire!"  He accompanied the declaration with a bang of his tankard. 
"My ships will lead the attack.  My ships will sweep yours aside and
reduce your planet to rubble – and maybe you'll destroy one or two of
my warbirds in the process.  There are other factions who can count on
the loyalty of some of our captains.  If I lose too much of my fleet,
maybe one of them will think, ‘Ah, that old man Girkon, we can defeat
him and take the power he has held for far too long.'"  He grinned
showing a mouthful of decaying teeth.  "What do you say to that,
Archer?"

"I'm in no position to comment."

"Huh!"  The tankard hit the table again.  "Damn Vulcans!  Trained you
to speak and to say nothing.  Talk to me, human.  Can I count on your
cooperation?"

 "To defeat Earth?  No."

"Fool!  To save my honour.  I'm Klingon!  My greatest wish is to die
gloriously in battle, not to spend my old age in bed with bad women
and good wine.  We must agree a peace, Archer, but that tame Vulcan of
yours must force me to it.  Tell him so."

"Let me get this straight."  Archer couldn't quite grasp the fact that
Klingon politics was as devious as any other, if rather more violent. 
"You don't want a war with Earth."

"Yes!"  The captain had no idea what the tankard was made of, but it
was damn good stuff.

"But you can't say that publicly."

"Yes!"

"So you want Ambassador Soval to use threats to force you to accept
peace."

"Yes!  We'll make a politician of you yet, Archer.  Now go.  You
interfere with my drinking."

"If Soval …"

"Enough!  You have stayed too long."  The woman was bundling Archer
from the house.  "Don't fail me, Archer, or I will cut out your liver
and eat it before your eyes."

Somehow the captain just knew that was no idle threat.

Soval, once persuaded out of seclusion, listened with a patience that
surprised Archer when he reported on his encounter with the Klingon
chancellor.  "It is possible," the Vulcan said in conclusion, "that
you have stumbled across a faction of the Klingon empire that does
indeed favour peace – however questionable their motives."

"But can you do anything to help?"

To Archer's surprise, the ambassador did not reply immediately but
crossed to stare out of the ready room's view port.  "I know that you
have questioned my motives in agreeing to mediate this conference,
Captain Archer.  Indeed, I have debated this matter deeply myself. 
Each time, my conclusion is the same."  He turned back, expression
neutral.  "If your planet and the Klingon Empire come to war, I doubt
the ability of the rest of this quadrant to remain unaffected.  The
logical conclusion is that we will all be drawn into your conflict. 
The consequences would be grave, perhaps disastrous, over-turning a
stability that has existed for centuries.  That, I cannot sanction."

"Stability?"  Archer's tone was scathing.  "I've seen the result of
that stability.  Slave trading, arranged marriages, piracy …"

"Peace, Captain.  For the majority, peace and a life devoid of
conflict.  You and your species threaten to destroy that."

"If you're talking about doing away with complacency, then fine!  I'll
accept that."

"But not all of us think as you do, Captain Archer.  The human way may
not be the best for all species you encounter."

"Freedom?  Equality?  The right for self-determination?"

"Are all over-simplistic when applied beyond your own planet.  What
gives you the right to interfere, captain, when the Vulcan people have
held back for two millennia?  How would you have reacted had we
Vulcans imposed the discipline of Surak on humanity?"

"That's cultural.  I'm talking political."

"They cannot always be separated."

It was Archer's turn to inspect the view.  "Let's get back on track,
ambassador.  Will you help force a peace on the Klingon Empire?"

"I will."  The captain swung round, shocked at so unequivocal an
answer.  "Not for any reason you would understand, Captain Archer, but
yes, I will bring about a peace here."

"Then thank you."

"Save your thanks.  You do not comprehend the price either of us may
pay."



The next morning, there was little sign of a change in the direction
of the talks that Archer could detect but he had to admit that he was
prepared to trust the sincerity of both Girkon and Soval.  It seemed
crazy to put his faith in two aliens, neither of whom had ever given
him concrete evidence of goodwill – or even tolerance – towards
humanity, but he did and on those grounds he was prepared to play a
waiting game.  His confidence suffered a severe blow, however, after
the midday break when the Klingon chancellor failed to return.

The delay had stretched to an hour when the vice-chancellor
approached, a distinct swagger to his gait even though he had to tip
his head back to look Archer in the face; he was small for a Klingon. 
"Chancellor Girkon is indisposed.  You will deal with me now, human."

"My instructions," Archer said slowly, trying to judge the
implications of that one, "were to treat with the chancellor of the
Klingon Empire."

"Who is not here!  I am, Archer, I am."

"So I see."

"Coward!"  There was contempt even in the single word.  "Honourless! 
You will see how Klingons deal with your kind now."

"A problem?"  Soval's calm interjection was most welcome to Archer and
that was not something he would ever have expected.

"Apparently, Ambassador," Archer got in first, "Chancellor Girkon is
indisposed."

"Regrettable."  The Vulcan stared mildly at Girkon's deputy.  "What is
the nature of the chancellor's indisposition?"

"Why should you care, Vulcan?  He is not here.  I am."

"I trust the chancellor is expected to make a full recovery."

"I'm sure."

"Do you have evidence of Chancellor Girkon's transfer of
responsibility for the conduct of these talks to yourself,
Vice-Chancellor Murhuk?"

"No.  Why should I?"

"Because without such authority, we are unable to continue.  The
stipulations that bind this conference are quite clear."

The Klingon at Soval, his fury evident, but the Vulcan gazed back with
no sign of apprehension and eventually the former swung away.  "I will
get this authority."

"Excellent.  I will give you until tomorrow morning.  Until then,
proceedings are suspended.  Good day, Vice-Chancellor Murhuk."

Soval waited until the Klingon had moved away then headed for the
doors.  "I believe that we should return to your ship, Captain
Archer."



"What's going on, Ambassador Soval?" Archer demanded once they were in
the shuttle pod and en route for Enterprise; he had had the patience
to wait that long.

The Vulcan raised an eyebrow at the captain's naivety.  "I deduce that
the vice-chancellor has become aware of Chancellor Girkon's desire for
peace and is taking measures to ensure that war is declared between
Earth and the Klingon Empire."

Archer rubbed a hand over his mouth.  "You think Girkon's been
assassinated?"

"I believe not.  Intelligence reports indicate that Murhuk does not
have sufficient support to hold supreme power in his own right, no
doubt one of the reasons why Girkon permits him to hold office. 
However, if Murhuk could start a war, Girkon would be obliged to
continue it or lose his own power-base."
"Then we have to find Girkon before Murhuk has a chance to act."

"I concur."

Archer took a couple of frustrated paces away and swung back.  "I'll
get Malcolm on it."

"Discovery of which could precipitate the very war we all wish to
avoid."  Soval looked up from his folded hands to regard Archer with
some calculation.  "Another approach suggests itself."



The party from Enterprise showed signs of tension when it arrived on
Qo'noS the next morning, perhaps the most obvious being that between
Soval and T'Pol.  T'Het had reported sick with an acute attack of
gastroenteritis.  Since the much vaunted stipulations of the
conference demanded that Soval's aide had to be Vulcan, there had been
little option but for T'Pol to fulfil the role although both parties
had conceded with reluctance and Tucker had insisted that he accompany
the party, not prepared to leave his girlfriend in the ambassador's
company without his supervision, even with Archer present.  It didn't
make for a good start to the day, nor did Murhuk's aggression as he
presented his authority to continue the talks in Girkon's absence. 
Soval did not protest; the signature was either genuine or too good a
forgery to be questioned and the blood could have been extracted
without Girkon's consent.

It was clear from the first that Murhuk's agenda was different to that
of his chancellor's.  He rejected every proposal without even a
pretence of listening so that it was only Soval's skill – and, Archer
suspected, the Klingon's lack of intelligence – that kept the
proceedings on course until mid-morning.  When they paused for
refreshment even the Vulcans were looking tense and Soval spoke
sharply to T'Pol as she would have left his side, reaching out a hand
to detain her.  She pulled away with some vigour and Tucker was at her
side in an instant, bristling.  "Don't you touch her!"

The ambassador cast a disdainful look at the human engineer.  "You do
not own the woman, Commander Tucker."

"Nor do you.  Hell, you can't even say her name."

"Indeed, not.  You have made it impossible for her to ever be accepted
into Vulcan society again."

"Well, perhaps that's better for her!"

"Trip."  Archer was at his friend's side, attracted by the
conspicuously raised voices.  "Leave it."

"Why the hell should I?  I'm not the one who attacked T'Pol.  Are we
just gonna ignore that because right now it's convenient to have Mr
Rapist here on our side?"

"Commander Tucker," Archer's tone brooked no disobedience, "that is
quite enough."

"No, it's not, cap'n.  You know I've objected to this from the start
and now you've made T'Pol …"
"Tucker, shut the hell up or I'll break you back to where I found
you!"

"Oh, so it's like that now, is it, cap'n?  I tow the line or lose my
job?  And then what?  Because if you think that once I'm out of the
way you can have T'Pol yourself, you're wrong."

"Mr Tucker, you're relieved of duty and as soon as we're back on
Enterprise, I'm convening a court of enquiry – and you can rest
assured I'll dredge up every instance of improper behaviour I've ever
covered up for you!"

"No."  The interjection came from T'Pol and as Archer and Soval turned
towards her, she drew a phase pistol, its aim steady on them.  "That
is not acceptable.  Charles," she spared him the briefest of glances,
"no other choice is left to us."

Tucker shot her a wide-eyed look, glanced back at his captain and then
nodded grimly, backing to her side.  "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Without removing her gaze from the two men in front of her, T'Pol
addressed the interested crowd that had gathered.  "Vice-Chancellor
Murhuk, will you grant us political asylum?"

The Klingon gaped and one of his colleagues bent close to growl
something into his ear.  "Why?"

"There is no way for a human and a Vulcan to live together except in
exile from both their own species."

"What's in it for us?"

"You'd get me."  Tucker looked over at the vice-chancellor, a faint
smirk playing round his mouth.  "I'm the best damn engineer
Starfleet's ever had."

"Trip," Archer's voice was strained, "you can't do this."

"The hell I can!  You've all forced us to this with your petty ideas
of what's right and proper."

The Klingons had been whispering together and now Murhuk nodded.  "The
Klingon Empire grants asylum.  Move this way, Vulcan, human."

Together, Tucker and T'Pol backed away from their former colleagues,
the woman still holding the phase pistol, and a group of Klingon
warrior closed around them, whisking them from the room.  Soval glared
at Murhuk.  "I protest this behaviour."

"Protest away, Ambassador."  The Klingon was grinning.  "It's legal."

For a moment more the Vulcan stared at him then turned his back and
stalked to the other side of the room.  Archer hesitated then
followed.





Continued in Part Four

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