If he hadnt been in such pain, Trip supposed he might have chuckled at the irony of the situation; the arrenhehwiuatelecapture system hed learned about that the Romulans were using to hijack ships apparently left the imprisoned crews similarly barely alive, though not in control of their vessels. Unfortunately, that system apparently hadnt been installed on Sopeks ship, so he had no chance to destroy it now. But Trip realized with a start that he could at least stop thisship from causing any further trouble.

From what he knew of the layout of the upper decks of this particular type of Romulan vessel, the second level had two escape pods. He prayed that at least one of them would be operational before he began to enter commands manually into the redundant auxiliary system.

He heard a sound behind him and saw one of the female bridge crew members sitting up, a disruptor pistol clutched in one shaky hand.

“Get away from those controls, the young Romulan said, her words slurred slightly as she appeared to have bitten partially through her lip during the impact.

Trips eyes flicked to the side, and he saw another disruptor lying on the deck near where he had gotten up. Why didnt I pick that up before?he asked himself silently. As he dove for the weapon, he heard the sizzle of an energy blast go past his falling body, connecting with part of the metal framework of the bridge. His attacker didnt seem overly concerned about hitting the sparking control systems; Trip reasoned that either shed expected the equipment to be able to take it, or else she was just in shock and not thinking clearly.

Hitting the deck hard, he snatched up the disruptor and aimed it quickly in the general direction of his attacker, squeezing off two quick blasts. By the time he blinked, he saw the Romulan woman sliding downward against the wall, a gaping hole burnt through the right half of her head. Trip turned away quickly; the blast may have cauterized the wounds, but that hadnt stopped some of the remnants of the insides of the womans skull from dislodging with a wet plop. He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on keeping his suddenly buoyant gorge from rising any higher.

Holding the disruptor protectively in one hand now, Trip continued entering the string of commands the woman had interrupted. As he finished, he heard another member of the bridge crew coming to, noting that this mans back was to Trip.

I dont want to do this,Trip thought, though he knew the situation was inescapable. What made killing the crew with a disruptor any worse than rigging their ship to explode after he escaped? Theyhad planned to kill not only everyone whod been aboard the freighter he had seen earlier, but also the crew of Enterprise,and God only knew who else to boot. Besides, if I dont kill them, then theyll chase and kill me, not to mention a whole pile of others.

He pulled the trigger, shooting the Romulan down before he could finish getting up. His unarmed foe slumped facedown on the deck, dead. Despite his repeated efforts to convince himself that this was necessary, Trip felt ill.

Time to go,he thought as his fingers entered the final commands into the override system. Stepping over the bodies on the deck, he neared the hatchway and ladder that led to the secondary levelthe turbolift, or its Romulan equivalent, was downand opened it.

Before he made his descent, he moved quickly over to Sopeks body, kneeling beside it to feel for a pulse. The mans respiration was shallow, but Trip could tell that he was still alive, if only barely. Of all the people on this ship,he might be useful to keep around,Trip thought, though he knew what he was doing was dangerous in the extreme.

Grabbing Sopeks collar, he dragged the mans limp body over to the hatch, then clambered down the ladder to the secondary deck below. Reaching up, he pulled the Romulan down the hatch, awkwardly catching the heavy man against his upper torso as the body toppled onto him like an extremely heavy rag doll.

Panting from his exertions, Trip suddenly heard noises coming from somewhere. The bridge deck, orthis deck?he wondered as an adrenaline rush of fight‑or‑flight intensity sharpened his senses until he felt certain he was really alone in the narrow companionwayand quickly oriented himself. Noting that the escape pods were located near the back of the corridor, he began dragging Sopek toward one of them.

“Halt!

The order came from a Romulan man who had appeared around a corner from the other direction in the corridor. Trip couldnt tell whether or not the man was armed.

“Go to hell, Trip said, firing his disruptor at the man. The bolt hit the bulkhead near his would‑be assailant, and as the Romulan ducked out of the way, Trip let loose three more disruptor blasts as quickly as he could.

Working quickly, Trip yanked Sopek the rest of the way in a few steps, pulling him into one of the cramped escape pods with him. He smiled as he noted that the pods launch controls worked independently of the main ships systems, which stood to reason for something that was used only during times of shipboard emergency. Slamming his hand down on a control, he sealed the pods hatch, as well as the pod bay hatch beyond the escape pods hull. As the hatches closed, he thought he saw the Romulan man approaching from the end of the corridor. Trip didnt even flinch, knowing that the man was too late to stop them now.

Working quickly, Trip entered the commands he thought would activate the pods ejection system, and saw, to his relief, that his assumptionsbolstered by the knowledge hed gained about Romulan spaceship technology over the last few monthshad proved to be correct.

All the onboard systems lit up as Trip felt the thrusters firing, the sudden acceleration shoving him against the wall of the pod as the little escape vehicle moved quickly away from the crippled bird‑of‑prey. Trip considered his options now. One pistol, one hostage, minimal impulse thrusters, and no powered hull‑plating.He knew it was a meager list of assets, but it was better than what lay behind him.

Almost a minute passed before Trip felt a concussive wave bash into the hull of the pod, and the reinforced transparent aluminum viewport filled with a light so brilliant that he had to shield his eyes with his arm. The bird‑of‑prey had just self‑destructed, right on schedule, instantly consigning everyone hed left aboard her to the Romulan equivalent of hell.

Trip turned and rummaged around in a small supply box until he found some cables, which he used to bind Sopek. Using a trick Malcolm had taught him, he bound the mans hands to his neck rather than behind his back; if Sopek woke up, any attempt he might make to untie himself would be entirely conspicuous. He also bound the mans feet together at the ankles and knees, attaching one end of the cord to a nearby box of small tools. Let Sopek try to surprise me now,he thought, satisfied at his preparations.

Finally allowing himself a moment to relax, Trip looked down at the man, trying to ascertain which part, if any, of Sopeks story might be true. Was he a Romulan who had infiltrated the Vulcan military structure? Or a Vulcan who led a Romulan paramilitary insurgency group? Or was he a free agent who was playing both ends against the middle for some other not‑yet‑revealed purpose?

Of course, the fact that Trip had brought Sopek along with him didnt guarantee that hed receive any forthright answers from the man. And he had more immediate problems, such as not knowing enough about what was happening in fairly close proximity to the escape pods thin skin. For all he knew, the Klingon ships Sopek had known were coming were still embroiled in a pitched battle against Enterprise. Or, Enterprisehad won. Or,he thought, a wave of dread slowly cresting within him, she might havelost. He had never gained any degree of control over the psychic link that sometimes seemed to enable him to communicate with TPol, but he knew he couldnt feel her now.