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Chapter Three
“Personal Log, Lieutenant Reed, June 30, 2154. It’s been six months since Hoshi confided in Em, telling her about the overseers, Mars colony, and her telepathic abilities. In turn, Em told the senior staff. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand on edge, thinking of the camps and the living conditions, not to mention her father coming home covered in blood. Apparently, I remind her of her father, which would explain her initial attachment to me. “Captain Archer, in turn told, Admiral Forrest about Hoshi’s story, who gave his assurances that he ordered his adjunct to decease any and all searches for Hoshi’s identity. Both senior officials knew there had to be sniffers out there waiting to be triggered and it was decided that all information and logs regarding Daven Five were to be destroyed. “Although Hoshi lacks a certain sophistication about her, she has made herself an invaluable member of the crew especially regarding work on the UT. She also settled in quite well with Em. “Phlox ran several tests over Hoshi, unable to find any anomalies to explain her ability. I was there during her initial exam yet unable to provide little comfort. She hardly speaks to me anymore probably because I kicked her out. Well, if she wishes to remain as stubborn as a mule then so be. I’ve got better things to do with my time.” Malcolm shut the computer off in frustration and started getting ready for his next shift. *** “May I sit here?” Malcolm asked Hoshi, as she sat at a table near the window admiring the view of the stars and tapping on a dataPADD Phlox had given her with a history of Denobula. Hoshi nodded, but didn’t look up. She could feel questions on his mind and she wasn’t in the mood to answer them. Malcolm took the seat next to her, taking in her features. Her hair was pulled back in a raven ponytail and she was wearing… makeup? What the hell was Em doing to her? Sure the makeup was subtle and appealing, but she didn’t need it. She … “It’s impolite to stare, Lieutenant Reed,” she stated without looking up from the PADD. Like a kid caught with his hand it the cookie jar, Malcolm stuttered, “I-I’m s-sorry. I d-didn’t mean to. I-I…” “What do you want?” Hoshi questioned deciding that the best defense is a good offense. At least that is what Trip always said. For some reason, he always said that whenever he got around Em. Malcolm didn’t know what to make of ‘assertive’ Hoshi, as she was no longer the child that had come aboard, terrified of Phlox and protective of him. Her growing disdain toward him had been coming on gradually over the last few months. At first, he chuckled at her attitude likening it to the way all of his other relationships with women wound up. But now, he was at a loss for words, as he sat there and concentrated on his meal, not particularly hungry at that point. Although he had been relieved to have his quarters to himself, he had felt a certain loss when she left. Most notably, he had to admit, the subtle scent she left behind after she showered. He would never forget that day, when he stood in the situation room and Em had relayed everything. Malcolm's initial reaction was one of alert especially when Em mentioned overseers, Hoshi's greatest source of anxiety and nightmares since he had known her. He squelched the pity he felt for her, as it served no purpose other than to detract from the sense of purpose he felt in protecting her. Malcolm handed her a PADD, motioning to it. “You are to report to self-defense training and weapons training at 0800 tomorrow morning. Don’t be late.” Malcolm picked his tray up, stood, put it in the recycle bin, and left. *** Malcolm paced the gym. She was late. Finally, she arrived with an air about her – an air that she didn’t want to be there. “Where the hell have you been? I said 0800, not 0830!” Hoshi shrugged her shoulders in a petulant manner and took in his workout outfit. It looked like white pajamas with a black sash. “Here,” he said, throwing a bundle at her. “Put these on.” She caught it with ease, rolled her eyes and walked toward the locker room. After she changed and walked out into the workout area, she watched as he sat with his legs crossed and eyes closed, breathing and relaxed with his guard down. She studied him, noting the angles of his face, normally strained with a disapproving frown, now at peace. She noted his cheekbones and arch of his brow; both prominent as were his jaw line and chin, very rarely given the opportunity to grow stubble. The closed lids and upturned lashes fluttered open as he felt her presence in the room. She refrained from jumping back as his stared encompassed her with its intensity. She could feel something emanating from him, which made her feel warmth she was unfamiliar with. He wasn’t relaxed nor focused – his goal that he strove to achieve. He exhaled in frustration and looked up at her. “Sit,” he ordered. Surprisingly, she did, naturally fold her legs as Malcolm had his folded. Antagonizing him wouldn’t be a good idea. She squirmed uncomfortably as she let his feelings wash over her and settle in the pit of her stomach. “Place your hands on your knees like this,” he stated simply. “Take five slow, deep breaths and allow your knees to gently and naturally lower. Keep your back straight and push your sit bones down.” Hoshi did as she was told, knowing all too well the discipline Malcolm was trying to impart on her. Her mother had taught her the basic positions of yoga and was moving on to teaching her daughter to defend herself with another discipline before she was killed. Hoshi took a deep breath and exhaled, raising her arms before Malcolm could tell her to. “Have you done this before?” he asked, noting her movements. “Yes,” she sighed. “My mother taught me.” She continued to perform the ritual her mother carried out every morning and gently pushed down on her knees, breathing deeply and closing her eyes. Malcolm stared at her unbelieving that anyone would be able to teach a six-year-old yoga. He consumed the view of her relaxing form, her facing missing the ever-increasing frown line between her eyes whenever he was around. The almond shape of her eyes, the delicate height to her cheekbones and the stubborn tilt of her chin all grasped his attention. But, it was the bow of her lips that captivated him. As if she could read his exact thoughts, she licked her lips. Malcolm’s back was ramrod stiff as were other parts of his anatomy. He wanted to lean over and kiss her, as he was sure no other man had kissed her before, to steal the moisture she had just imparted onto her elegant lips. But, he didn’t want to stop there. Reality came crashing down on him as she opened her eyes; her dark eyes unusually black and her breaths coming in short pants now. He could see his own desire for her reflected back at him. “Fuckin’ell!” he thought, “ She read my mind!”. He stood up quickly, turning his back to her, and grabbed his towel. “Em will take care of your training from here on out,” he stated flatly, and without another glance back at Hoshi, left for the locker room. Hoshi looked after him, confused. *** She watched as the two lovers’ lips met for the first time, the woman pushing the man away while at the same time drawing him closer. The man had finally given up on wooing the woman with gifts and took the direct approach. The woman yielded to the kiss, feeling the desires and emotions she suppressed for the man rise to the surface, no longer able to deny them. The gift, an antique doll, scrunched between the two. She fell in love with the treasure at first sight yet didn’t know who had given it to her just like the necklace at Christmas. Now her birthday, she had received another anonymous gift. She went through the motions of being the guest of honor, opening her other gifts, taking random guesses at who her mystery gift giver was. But all the gifts were open, cake was eaten and people were steadily going back to their duties. She still scanned the crowd, lovingly holding the doll with the ivory lace dress, hoping her mystery benefactor would reveal his or herself. Then her eyes met his, the glint in his sky blue eyes mischievous at best. He turned away, knowing she had guessed. Uncertainty and an urge to remain anonymous carried him through the door. The woman mentally kicked herself for not seeing who her benefactor was sooner and ran after him. “Anybody but him,” she whispered, hoping she was wrong. She couldn’t risk her heart on a man who was a player. She wanted to shout and rant at him as she stuck her foot in the door of the lift, cornering him, but she merely pressed the button for her floor resisting the urge to tap her foot in frustration. She was almost to her deck, would he really let her go thinking … She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention as an arm shot out and stopped the lift. She could feel his heat at her back; the arm still hesitated at her side, holding the emergency stop button waiting for her decision. She turned, pressing her body to his, their lips meeting on a breath as he bent his head to hers. The kiss was hesitant at first, as though the man were trying to hold back, like he was trying to coax a fawn into the opening. His dark lashes closed as the woman pressed closer to him, increasing the pressure of the kiss, deepening it. The woman pulled away, turned around and cancelled the emergency stop and the call for her deck. “You better not be a player,” she said out loud, knowing she could not resist him any longer and jumping headlong into the desire he had stirred within her. “I hate to be toyed with.” “Same goes for you, darlin’,” he whispered and stroked her hair. *** Hoshi woke with a jolt, flushed, the feelings unfamiliar to her. She thought of Malcolm and wondered what it would be like to be kissed by him the way that …yuck…Trip kissed Em. That didn’t happen. Why did she dream that? Hoshi sat up in bed and stretched looking into the mirror and was able to see that Em wasn’t in the bottom bunk. “That’s odd. Em had tonight off.” She tossed and turned not able to get back to sleep, the frustration she felt unrelenting. So, she got up, dressed and headed for the gym. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him, shirtless, sweeping his arms and legs throughout the air with ease and confidence, but without aggression. She recognized the moves her mother taught her so long ago, the moves she and Em practiced three times a week. She still had yet to start her weapons training. He hadn’t noticed she had entered, his eyes closed. He had earpieces in both ears with music blaring, as she could hear it across the room. He swept through the air with an imaginary opponent. Her eyes followed his hand movements and they way he transferred his weight along his hips. Sensing a presence, he opened his eyes startling her. Silently he motioned for her to join him, knowing she had just started practicing push hand techniques with Em last week. It was time to observe what she actually knew, so he took his earpieces out. In silent repose, she stood next to him, her feet apart, connecting her tongue to her upper palette. She relaxed her hands and shook them out, inhaling and exhaling deeply as she did so. Soon she fell into a sweeping motion with Malcolm. “Are you ready for push hands?” he asked, stepping in front of her and pushing forward, creating the Yang movement. Hoshi answered, pushing his arms to the side, yielding to the Yang. He had taken her by surprise and she struggled to regain her inner balance, so he backed away with an apology and encouraged her to push onto him, becoming the Yin. “Remember, Yang is not meant to be aggressive. But my Yin will not be weak and will achieve a movement toward strength,” he stated simply as he blocked Hoshi’s right arm with his left, twisting her away and throwing her off balance yet again. Hoshi’s frustration grew even though she knew it wasn’t about besting him. Yet she felt the urge to prove something to him. What it was, she didn’t know. She held her hands in a sign of center and she opened her mind, whether it be a mistake or in her favor, she didn’t know. She could hear her mother, “Be still like the mountain.” As she stilled, she could sense Malcolm, the focal point of his calm yet an underlying tension within him. She faced him, distancing herself at arms length and placing one foot forward. Her forward hand raised to his chest with the palm facing in with the back of her hand lightly touching the same part of Malcolm’s. She placed her other hand gently on his elbow, so that both had equal starting positions. She placed her feet for balance and stability waited for the exercise to begin. Malcolm immediately pushed his right arm toward her centerline. Hoshi immediately ascertained his weakness, shifting her weight to the side and brought her left arm up over his elbow. Quickly, she grabbed his wrist and elbow and shifted her energies forward and straight down, dashing Malcolm to the ground. She straddled him, like she had straddled her mother as a child, her mother always telling her she had let Hoshi win. “Your attack was too aggressive,” she smiled down at him, her ponytail falling over one of her shoulders and brushing against his chest. His eyes darkened and desire stirred within him. Her scent assailed him. The feel of her pressed against him intimately didn’t help his problem; neither did the feel of her silken hair moving against his chest. She could sense the want inside of him, directed outwardly toward her and it confused her. Then she noticed him looking at her lips and she heard the thought of one single word in her mind – “kiss.” Her eyes fell to his lips and she saw him lick them. Curiosity and the wanting filled her as well, and she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his, closing her eyes as she had seen in the movies. In her moment of victory, she had pinned both his arms. He knew her strength was no match for his, yet he lay there, not breathing, wanting, lost in the moment. She freed his arms to cup his face, her lips rubbing against his with her inexperience. His eyes closed and he lost himself, yet held himself back. He wanted to taste her, to see if she tasted like the scent he associated with her. Nipping at her lips, he placed his hands on the sides of her face, not holding her to him, yet encouraging her to deepen the kiss, but realizing she wouldn’t know how. So, he ran his tongue along the edge of her lips, seeking entrance, which was gladly granted as she opened her mouth to gasp. Her tongue mimicked his and ran along his lips. Encouraged, he moved his tongue past her lips and coaxed hers to move over his, earning a keening moan from the back of her throat. Her mind’s eye forced her to look at and define what was happening to her as she felt the urgency pool in her stomach. The words repeated over in her head – “desire and passion.” – concepts completely alien to her. He wanted to strip her and take her there on the mat, the thought causing him to shirk back into himself, clasping to his guilt like a shield. He felt her questioning in his mind and anger at the violation roiled the acid into his stomach. Malcolm pushed her off of him and jumped up with a huff, straightening his sweats around his waist. “I don’t need a virgin with a daddy complex experimenting with me. Now, stay out of my head!” He walked to the locker room and collapsed against the door as it closed. Hoshi sat there, the ache of desire still throbbing inside her as the meaning of his words scalded her soul. *** “Tell me where this search originated from,” the voice insisted inside her head. The ringing inside her ears was loud and the taste of blood in her mouth made her want to vomit. Commander Young, adjunct to Admiral Forest, mumbled her answer, unable to stop the probing of her mind. They needn’t hear her answer as they could peer into her mind, the process deadly under the best of circumstances. “Enterprise,” projected the underling to his mentor. “It’s time to harvest the natural ability,” replied the mentor, as he slashed the throat of their captive. *** Hoshi entered the cabin, eyes puffy and still aching. “Where have you been,” Em asked with concern then noticed the dried tearstains, her ‘glow’ squashed. Hoshi ran past her into the bathroom, unable to put into words what had happened to her. She could sense Em’s worry coupled with frustration at not being able to get into the bathroom, and still sense Malcolm’s anger toward her. “Dammit, Hoshi, open the door!” Em ordered softly. Hoshi sniffed and unlocked the door but didn’t open it. Hearing the distinctive click, Em opened the door and peaked in. “Hey, chica, what’s wrong?” Taking offense at the childish term she shouted, “I’m not a girl! I’m a woman!” Em backed off, not knowing where Hoshi was coming from or what she had been through. She did know that she wasn’t menstruating, but wondered if her cycle was off and that was causing her whacked out behavior. Em shook her head from her childish thoughts and extended a hand to stroke Hoshi’s black hair. “Of course, you’re a woman. What’s wrong? What happened?” Hoshi sniffed, embarrassment flooding through her. Em coaxed more gently this time. “I can’t help you, if you don’t tell me. I can’t read minds like you.” Hoshi wailed at that comment, knowing for the first time that the word ‘curse’ was accurate in describing her ‘talent.’ Malcolm telling her to stay out of his head and now Em’s comment about reading minds served to remind her that she wasn’t like them. “I’m a freak!” she cried and bowed her head onto the sink. “Who the hell told you that? I swear to God, I’ll kick their ass!” Em exclaimed and patted Hoshi on the back. “I-I had dream about a man and a woman kissing,” Hoshi blushed, not sure if she should tell her that she knew where Em had been. Sure, she had been sequestered and unknown to the world, and the world unknown to her, but over the time she had been on board, her mental capacity had finally caught up with her physical appearance. “I woke up and went to the gym. M-Malcolm was there and we were doing push hands exercises. I toppled him,” Hoshi blushed as she admitted the next part and followed Em out of the bathroom. “W-we kissed.” Em waited patiently, happy, yet pissed off. Obviously something had gone wrong. Her mothering instincts piqued, wanting to kill anyone who hurt her friend. “I could feel him in my head. But just as soon as I could, he pushed me away. He was angry and…” Hoshi stopped, unable to repeat the spiteful words, yet silent tears began to fall again. Em gave the younger woman a hug. “You poor thing! Your first crush! Why, oh why, did it have to be Malcolm Reed? He’s about the densest man on the ship. You have your work cut out for you, there.” Hoshi sniffed and tried pulling away and said, “Em, you’re crushing me.” Em let her go. “Sorry, darlin’,” she slapped her own mouth as the Southern accent slipped out. Hoshi smiled, “So, are you and Trip dating now?” Knowing full good and well the answer to the question before it was asked. Em blushed then huffed. Hoshi remained silent, waiting for the woman to start ranting. She could sense her anxiety, confusion, and anger over Trip, yet didn’t know how to soothe her. Em paced the room like a caged animal and started waving her arms around. “I don’t know what I was thinking finally giving in to that man! He’s such a player and once he gets bored with me, he’ll just toss me aside like all of his other conquests. I can’t believe I set my heart on him. He’s going to break it,” she moaned the last part on a whisper. Hoshi wanted to comfort Em and tell her that she knew Trip loved her, but held back. Malcolm had yelled at her the term ‘invasion of my privacy’ rang in her head coupled with the anger she felt from him. She climbed up onto her bunk and sat there with her legs dangling, fatigue trying to claim her but her mind wouldn’t rest. Em sat at their desk, looking at her reflection and that of Hoshi’s, then smiled. “I can hurt Malcolm for you, if you like,” she said with a maniacal gleam in her eye, focusing on Hoshi’s misery, instead of her own. Em chuckled and wiggled her dark eyebrows for emphasis, “Yeah, I could stun him, dump him in here, and let you have your way with him.” Hoshi blushed and both women fell into a fit of giggles over the absurdity of the suggestion. *** “You wanted to see me, sir?” Malcolm stood at ease inside Captain Archer’s ready room. It has been a week since the disaster with Hoshi in the gym, and the guilt was eating him alive. He wanted to approach her and apologize, but felt it best that he keep his distance from her. His dreams wouldn’t let him sleep either. He kept feeling her soft form above him, yielding to his hardness. But the dream always ended poorly – him pushing her off of him, cursing her, him feeling her sadness and frustration in his mind, down to his soul. “Admiral Forest just informed me that Commander Young has been murdered,” Jon stated, leaning across the desk. Malcolm’s expression was one of puzzlement. “His adjunct, the one who searched for Hoshi’s identity,” Jon clarified and watched as Malcolm’s expression turned to recognition and worry. “They say she experienced a very intrusive psychological probe before her death and we can only assume that a sniffer was triggered and that somebody is looking for Hoshi.” Malcolm’s blood turned to ice at the realization that somebody may be gunning for Hoshi, his gut jumping into his throat. “I’ll double her self defense trainings and begin her weapons training at once. I’ll have…” “Malcolm, I’ve already informed the senior staff. We’re on standby tactical alert. I wanted to tell you separately because I know you’re … fond… of Hoshi,” Jon interrupted, noting the slight blush that crept up the man’s neck. “Understood, sir. I’ll see to the rest of her training personally,” he stated. “Is that all, sir.” “Dismissed, Lieutenant,” Jon stated and watched his armory officer leave with great haste. He turned his chair to look out the stars, hoping and praying they were beyond the grasp of whoever was coming for Hoshi. *** Malcolm stood in the gym, waiting for Hoshi. Em was working on phase cannon system alignments, stating she didn’t want their aim to be off when those bastards came for Hoshi. Em agreed that Malcolm would be the best candidate to further Hoshi’s training with the understanding that he would keep a check on his libido. “You break her heart, and I’ll break your face…sir,” Em stated after she asked permission to speak candidly. He agreed, relieved that Hoshi had someone other than himself in her corner, someone without an ulterior motive. Malcolm paced the room, trying to screw up the nerve to apologize to Hoshi when she got there and also trying to not let on that something was wrong. The door to the gym opened and Malcolm turned to see Hoshi frozen in her spot, looking around the room nervously for Em. “W-Where’s Em?” she asked, trying to calm her heart. She stared at his chest, his bare chest, unable to meet his eyes. Her ‘crush’ on him flooded over her, pupils dilating, and pulse racing; she caught her breath and closed her eyes. She could feel Malcolm approach her, a torrent of emotions flooding over her, originating from him – guilt and worry the more prominent of all. She opened her eyes and backed away from him and he stopped dead in his tracks. He could feel her, sensing him. And by the set of her shoulder, she knew he could. “I-I’m sorry. I can’t just turn it off,” she whispered and looked down, preparing for his anger, preparing for him to yell at her again. She startled when he put a finger under her chin and lifted it so that she would look at him. “I’m sorry for what I said. It won’t happen again. I promise to behave with the utmost decorum. Don’t shut yourself off on my behalf,” he said as he looked into her eyes and shuttered his thoughts. “You’re going to need your gift more than ever, now.” She wanted to ask why, but he motioned for the exercises to begin, and she stepped next to him and started their routine. She sensed nothing during the warm up as she stepped to the right and started her breathing exercises. After the warm up, Malcolm stood in front of her, pushing his arms against hers, initiating the workout. Grabbing her wrist and elbow, he pulled down, trying to throw her off balance. Hoshi shifted forward anticipating the attack and pushed her shoulder and elbow into his sternum. Utilizing his momentary weakness, she thrust forward, throwing him away from her. He stumbled, yet didn’t fall, smiling at her. He clapped and rubbed his hands together, preparing to get tougher. “Ok, Hoshi! Playtime’s over.” ~~~ Malcolm pinned Hoshi down and she growled at him, frustrated that it was the fifth time in a row she had been thrown. The pin didn’t last for long as Malcolm jumped up and quickly centered himself again. “Hurry, attack again!” Hoshi pushed up onto her elbows and looked at him like he was crazy. “Can’t we take a break?” she panted, pleading with him. His shoulders, tense for about an hour straight, slackened and he sat next to her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you. We’ll stop for today, shower, and start target practice at 1800.” “I-I can’t make it then. I’m going to movie night with Trip and Em,” she stated flatly, unaware of the urgency behind the push for her trainings. “Cancel it,” he ordered in an authoritative tone, standing up and running a towel over his sweat-covered chest. Hoshi stood at that point, her ire raised as she planted her feet firmly on the ground. “No.” “Excuse me?” Malcolm quizzed, flabbergasted at her refusal. He would broker no argument over her training. He should have started her training months ago and now it was going to be a push to train her so that hopefully she could defend herself if they fell. “I said no, as in, I won’t cancel my date for target practice. It can wait till tomorrow,” she tilted her chin defiantly at him. Anger flashed through him, whether it came from her or originated from him, he hadn’t a clue. He really didn’t care at that point. The twit didn’t realize somebody was on their way for her. The panic seized him at the thought of somebody harming her and he walked up to her, pushing a finger into her chest. “You will cancel your date! You will come to target practice at 1800 sharp!” She slapped his hand away and pushed her finger into his chest. “No, I won’t cancel my date! I can do target practice tomorrow! I don’t know who the hell you think you are. You’re not my father! You’re not my warden! You’re not my keeper! You’re not my…” Malcolm silenced her the only way he knew how, by grabbing her and kissing her. “So much for decorum,” he thought to himself as he crushed her to him, slipping past her lips and seeking the heat within. Hoshi’s mind went dark, consumed with the passion she felt for him and the passion he felt for her. His hands cupped her buttocks and pulled her into the evidence of his arousal, earning a moan from her. He sipped at that moan greedily, splaying his hands across the expanse of her back. Reveling in the way she shivered in his arms. She could feel the dark heat emanating from his mind and his skin, channeling into her being. The desire pooled deep inside her, making every fiber of her being aware of him. She returned the kiss instinctively, meeting his tongue thrust for thrust, tasting him, feeling him taste her, raking her nails in frustration along his bare back. She pushed forward, trying to crawl inside him. She tried to keep her mind shut, but the onslaught was too great. As she opened it, she could hear him. He wanted her. He wanted to bury himself inside her and stay there forever. He wanted to protect her… protect her… panic. The panic seized his heart, crushing it. He couldn’t fathom not having her in his life. He broke the kiss, much to her disappointment, but held her to him. She bowed her head upon his shoulder, bracing for his anger and rage. It never came. He shuddered and kissed the top of her head. “Not here, not like this,” he whispered into the dark silk. Realizing he wasn’t angry, she relaxed in his embrace, kissing the shoulder that her face had rested on. The thought that he was a goner crossed his mind as he pulled away, holding on to her hand. “You’re sure?” he asked, huskily. “Yes,” she whispered, nodding her head up and down in the event he didn’t hear her reply. Malcolm wrapped the towel around his neck and led her out the door. His mind opened to her and he could feel her nervousness, her curiosity, and her trust in him. He would never betray her and always protect her. He hoped that he was projecting that right so that she knew. Words were never his strong suit. They entered the lift and she sighed beside him, every fiber of her being geared to this moment. His hand smoothed under her shirt and made concentric circles over the small of her back. She could hear his thoughts, her mind splayed open with passion. Just then the ship rocked violently and everything went black. *** Malcolm woke with a shake to his head, screaming as he discovered his hands were empty. He clasped his head in his hands as he stumbled out the lift and froze. “They’ve come for me. I love you.” The psychic residue was the only trace he had left of Hoshi. He stumbled along the half lit corridors, the auxiliaries finally kicking in. There were a few bodies scattered throughout the corridor and he stopped to see if the crewmen were alive. After ascertaining they were merely stunned, he pressed the nearest communications panel. “Lieutenant Reed to the Bridge.” It took a few minutes before he received a reply. “Malcolm, what the happened!” Archer asked, groggily. “Hoshi’s gone sir.” ***** TBC
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