Please Believe In Me

This is another Paris poem — I guess they are a series of sorts.
There will probably be more after this one — please write me and
tell me if you like them, and would like more.
While `Through The Eyes Of An Observer’ was from Janeway’s point of
view (But you knew that, right? :D), this is from Paris himself.

2. Please Believe In Me
By Jessica Ferroni

I’m trying — don’t they know that?
I’m trying my hardest for them. For me.

Maquis. Traitor. Rebel. The Admiral’s son.
Would sell out his best friend for a couple
strips of gold pressed latinum.

Don’t they know? Don’t they know what I’m
really like, who I really am?

Of course not. Who’d take a moment to look?

Captain Janeway did. I owe her, I know.
She saved me from myself, back in New
Zealand. I was so deep in despair, so lost
without a chance for ever fixing my life.

I think she knew that, too. That was why
she put up with me in the penal colony,
arrogant as I was — or pretended to be.

Am I really that arrogant?

No. I’m not. Yeah, I guess I get a little
full of myself sometimes. Okay, more than
a little, I admit it.

But, truth to be told, I’m not that arrogant.
Betcha didn’t know that, Chakotay.

And you know what else, Chakotay? I’m scared.
I think that deep down inside, I’m afraid.
And that scares me.

No, not afraid of the dark, not afraid
of dying. Afraid that I’m never going to
fit in here. And knowing that I never
will.

Maquis to Starfleet. Starfleet to the Maquis.
It’s an endless circle — never stopping,
never pausing to take a breath.

Seventy-five years is a long time.

Sometimes I don’t think it would matter
what I did. Save the ship, give my life for
the crew, whatever. Still a traitor. Still
never belonging anywhere.

But then, just when I start to despair,
someone comes along and makes me believe
in myself again. The captain, Kes, B’Elanna….

Oh, B’Elanna. How is it, Maquis that you are,
and with that temper of yours, how is it that
you still fit in better than me, than I ever
will?

And not with just the Maquis, either. You are
beautiful, B’Elanna. Not just on the outside, but
on the inside as well. I do love you, you know.

….I wish you did know, `Lanna.

Someday you will.

End.
© Copyright October 1996 Jessica Ferroni
Evenstar17@hotmail.com. (My abbreviated copyright) 🙂

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Through The Eyes of an Observer

1. Through the Eyes of An Observer
By Jessica Ferroni

I watch him and I see, how very real the
hurt is.
Hidden every hour, beneath the carefree mask.
You want to go to him, hold him. Tell him
everything will be alright.
But you can’t. Something holds you back. The
doubt in his eyes, maybe.
Wanting to tell someone, but too ashamed of
crying.
Wanting to trust someone, but too afraid of
having his feet knocked out from under him.
Clinging to the hurt, not quite able to let go.
Holding on to the pain, too afraid of opening up.
Afraid of how vulnerable he really is.
He looks at you, and you can faintly see the
pain, almost concealed by the sapphire wells.
And those eyes, oh yes, they do cry. The tears do
fall.
But not when you are near, and not where I
can see them.

© Copyright October 1996 Jessica Ferroni
Evenstar17@hotmail.com. (My abbreviated copyright) 🙂

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Cerulean Skies, Golden Sand

Cerulean Skies, Golden Sand
By Jessica Ferroni

This is dedicated to Melanie Torpey, Official Parisite and doctor
of the Elektra. 🙂

* * * * *

He looked like an excited kid, with his hair all tousled and that silly
grin on his face. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and watched as
he scoured the beach – for what, I had no clue. His brow was furrowed
and his face was a mask of concentration as he hunted his prey.
For a full five minutes he searched, then apparently he gave up and
looked for something else to do. I squinted in the bright sunlight,
trying to see what he was doing now, but it was to no avail. I would
have to venture closer to the beach.
I cinched my robe tighter around my waist self-consciously as I walked
towards him, and ran a hand through my hair.
“Tom,” I called, not wanting to startle him. The last thing I wanted
to do was end up in the lake because of his reflexes. He turned toward
me, sun glinting in his blond hair, and waved happily.
“Lanna! C’mere a minute.”
I hesitated a moment before nodding and making my way to his side.
His face creased into an almost-wounded look.
“Why did you hesitate, Lanna?”
I looked down shyly, then a wry smile snaked across my lips and I
glanced up at him.
“I was afraid you might, um, throw me into the lake.” Now, before
Tom and I had been trapped together in the Sikari mines, I would never
have made an admission like that. I had always felt like my Klingon
strength could and would take on anyone and win. But in the mines
when I’d been under the influence of the Vulcan pon farr, he’d wrestled
the gun away from me easier than I could believe. Scary to think I’d
been under false delusions of grandeur for that long time – I’m just
glad in our earlier days I had never become totally uncontrolled
around Tom and challenged him to a fight. I would probably have lost,
big time.
So, I had hoped admitting my fear of being tossed into the lake
would prevent Tom the gentleman from doing so, even if I knew that was
just what Tom the rogue was itching for.
I was right. Disappointment and a pout warred briefly across his face,
then the pout won. Oh, how I wished he wouldn’t pout. He looks so cute
when he pouts, especially now with his hair all mussed up and….
Oh, my knees were turning into jelly. And then he put his bare arms
around me from behind and rested his chin on top my head. I struggled
to stand straight as my sandal-clad feet slid in the sand.
“My sweet Lanna,” he teased. His fingers found and lovingly caressed
the gold band encircling the ring finger on my left hand. His own ring
glinted as his fingers entwined with mine. “C’mon,” he urged, tugging
my hand to lead me along the shore.
“Where are we going?” I asked warily.
He shrugged his bare shoulders. “Nowhere in particular.” He suddenly
stopped short and his fingers left mine as he bent down to retrieve
something from the warm sand. Grinning triumphantly, he palmed the
object thoughtfully. I craned my neck to see what he held, but whatever
it was disappeared into a pocket of his swimming trunks before I could
see it.
“What is it?” I asked, reaching for his hand again.
He shook his head mysteriously as he placed my hand in his. “Can’t tell.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really,” he murmured in a deep voice. “It’s a secret.”
I had to laugh. Tom constantly surprised me. Even after six years of
marriage, I was still amused and touched by the things he did. He was
the most wonderful man I had ever known.
We walked for some time along the beach, and Tom insisted on walking close
enough to the lake so that the waves touched our ankles as they lapped
onto the shore. The afternoon sun was warm on our backs and with a sinking
feeling I turned towards Tom. Sure enough, his fair skin was glowing a
bright, painful pink.
“You’re going to regret this tomorrow, you know,” I commented, touching
the back of his neck lightly.
He shrugged noncommittally. “Uh huh.”
I was annoyed. “How long does it take to apply sunblock, Tom? Five minutes,”
I answered my own question. “You couldn’t have given five minutes to put on
some sunblock?”
“I don’t like sunblock,” he explained, slowly and carefully. “It smells.”
Exasperated, I reached out to swat his shoulder, then quickly jerked
my hand back before it made contact.
His lips twisted. “Thanks.”
I took another look at the unnatural pink of his skin and sighed, wondering
if I would have to listen to him complain about it for the next few days.
I glanced at his face. He looked happy enough, ambling down the waterline,
his face set in a peaceful visage. No, he’d accepted the fact that he was
too stubborn to wear sunblock and therefore his sunburn was his fault.
He wouldn’t complain. He looked so peaceful, though, that I had to ask,
“What are you thinking about, Tom?”
He blinked. “Hmm?”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Oh. I was thinking that if we ever get back to the Alpha Quadrant,
I’m going to take you to Sandrine’s, then to Carmel, California.”
“Is it pretty there?” I asked, knowing it must be by the look on his face.
“Oh, it’s gorgeous, B’Elanna. Cerulean sky, golden sand, an ocean more
blue than the sky. And the water near the shore is so clear; it’s
unbelievable.”
I rested my head very carefully on his left shoulder. He winced and I
started to lift my head, but his right hand came up and stroked my hair.
“Sounds nice, Tom.”
“It is.” The longing in his voice made my heart ache. As much as he
may pretend to enjoy the Delta Quadrant, I knew he wanted to go home as
much as the rest of us, maybe even more so.
We walked in silence for a few moments, then I took another glance at
his pink skin. “Come on,” I said softly. “We need to get you back.”
A frown settled briefly on his face, then he shrugged and we walked back
up the beach. He was quiet the whole time, lost in thought or maybe dreaming
of Carmel.
As we approached the place Neelix had deemed the “party spot”, Tom gave
me a sidelong glance and a grin spread across his face. I was instantly
wary.
“What?”
Innocence. “Huh?”
I wasn’t falling for it. “Why did you give me that look?”
He smiled sweetly. “I was just thinking how pretty you’d look all wet
and with seaweed in your hair.”
“Don’t even think about it, Tom.” Tom the gentleman was being overcome
by Tom the rogue. I had a sudden bad feeling I was going to be very wet,
very soon. “Tom….”
“Yes, B’Elanna?” One arm slid around my waist.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what, B’Elanna?” He bent down and his other arm went behind
my knees.
“Tom!” I pleaded. I’d just had a shower and put clean clothes on before
I came to the beach, and I had no intention of getting wet again. Tom
however, evidentally had other plans for me.
“Tom!!” I screeched as he settled me on his shoulder. I kicked and
pounded on him with my fists – hard, until I remembered his sunburn –
but to no avail. “*Put* *me* *down*!!”
“I intend to,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “In just one second.”
I continued my frenzied kicking. “Thomas Eugene Paris, put me down this
instant!” We had reached the water’s edge and I unconsciously held my
breath. This was it. I was going to get wet whether I wanted it or not.
“Your wish, madam,” he said grandly, “is my command.”
And then I was in the water, kicking and spluttering and splashing.
“I’m going to kill you,” I informed him. He just laughed. I started to
make my way back to the shore when he decided to join me in the water.
“Tom!!” I screeched as he crashed into me, sending us both underwater.
When I surfaced, he was nowhere to be seen.
“Tom?” I called. Not even a ripple. A little more nervously, “Tom?”
From behind me came a splashing noise as he broke the surface. He turned
toward me, feral grin on his face.
“I am going to kill you,” I repeated, plowing through the water to get
to him. He stayed just out my reach, taunting me.
“Get over here, you coward,” I said in my best Klingon growl.
“Ooh, I’m scared,” he teased. “Or what?”
I pondered briefly. Something bad, something bad. “Or you’ll have to
help Neelix clean the mess.”
He stuck his tongue out. “So what?”
I pondered again. “You’ll have to clean the Jeffrie’s Tubes with Vorik.”
“I don’t care,” he replied loftily.
Time to pull out my ace card. “Or you’ll have to change diapers for the
next month.” That got him.
A corner of his mouth twitched up. “Can’t have that, can we?”
He made his way over to me and took my hand. “You’re right. Let’s go
back.” We waded slowly to the shore.
My momentary triumph at getting him to come was stifled when I noticed
he was limping slightly. His leg was bothering him again, then, or else he
would have stayed in water probably all day and nothing I could have said
would have enticed him to do otherwise.
Some time ago, about two months after we’d been married, Tom had been
a member of an ill-fated away mission. They were all alive when we found
them, thankfully, but Chakotay almost hadn’t made it, and Tom was bleeding
heavily from a gash in his right leg. The Doctor had sealed the wound and
Tom was released, but his leg still continued to bother him.
“You okay?” I asked him softly.
He tried for a grin. “I’m always okay, Lanna,” then he lapsed into
silence. We trekked up to the “party spot”, a shaded little place where
Neelix had set up chairs and tables laden with food and drinks. Harry
Kim saw us coming and waved us over to where he was watching our children
Blond-haired, blue-eyed Katie was laboring over constructing a sandcastle
with Harry’s help, and the year-old twins, Harry and Robert, were playing
close by under Kim’s watchful guidance.
“Did you behave yourself for Uncle Harry, Princess?” Tom asked Katie
as he settled himself gently into a chair. She nodded, attention focussed
on hollowing out a doorway for her castle.
“That’s an, um, interesting shade of pink you’ve got going there, Tom,”
Harry joked. His next question was directed at me. “Forgot the sunblock
again, did he?”
Tom hmmphed and crossed his arms over his chest as I laughed and replied,
“Of course he did, Harry. It’s tradition.” I glanced at the – thankfully
waterproof – chrono strapped to my wrist. “Look, I’m gonna go back to the
ship and change before the party, alright? You’ll be okay with the kids?”
“Of course I’ll be okay with the kids,” Tom retorted, looking miffed.
I smiled and picked my commbadge from the mound of clothes and assorted
things the Paris family had assembled there.
“Torres to Voyager. One to beam up.”

Neelix’s party, as usual, was a success. I sat next to Tom in a
comfortable chair, keeping one eye on him and the other on the children,
who were sleeping just behind Tom’s chair. The entertainment Neelix
had assembled consisted of, as Tom had dubbed them, the DQ Blues.
Harry, Freddie and Melanie Bristow, and Sharon Walker, all gifted
musicians, were playing something slow and jazz-sounding. A few couples were
dancing, but most were just enjoying themselves by relaxing with their
friends. I noted with a smile that Janeway and Chakotay were among the
couples dancing.
Tom was sleeping peacefully, having worn himself out earlier on the
beach. As if he could sense my thoughts turn toward him, though, he stirred
and one cerulean sliver peeked out at me.
I leaned over and squeezed his hand, the necklace of shells hanging
around my neck jingling softly as I did so. That was what he had been
doing by the water when I had interrupted him earlier. He had collected
enough shell pieces to form into a necklace and had presented it to
me before the party. It was a lovely gift. I fingered it and smiled at
him and, contented, the cerulean sliver disappeared as he drifted off to
sleep again.

The End. 🙂
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© Copyright July 1997 by Jessica Ferroni on all original story content.
Not meant to infringe on copyrights held by Paramount or any other copyright
holders of STAR TREK: VOYAGER. Please do not reproduce for anything other
than personal reading use (including fanzines) without written consent of
the author. Comments are welcome at evenstar17@hotmail.com.

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Khan’s Second Chance

This story is another installment in the Timeship Atlantis series started by
Walter Chmara. It details the adventures of the Intrepid class starship,
U.S.S. Atlantis NCC-74751 A time ship that tries to stop incidences of
temporal sabatoge. For background, read Walter Chmara’a original stories
titled, “Not Quite Right”.

Summary: The Atlantis is called back to service to fix a detected change in
the timeline. Somehow, Kahn destroyed the Enterprise in the U.S.S. Reliant
and then wreaked havoc across the Federation.

“Kahn’s Second Chance” by Thomas Matteson

The 23rd Century….

“My Lord, the last of *Reliant’s* crew has just been beamed down to
Ceti Alpha 5” the voice over the comm frequency said.

“Excellent. Now we can get under way. Set course for Station
Regula 1.” said Kahn, the genetically engineered conquerer said to his
first. “I want no more interruptions.”

“As you wish my excellency.”

Kahn now took this chance to settle into his *new* setting. Captain
Terrell’s quarters were modest, but anything was better than the cargo
container that they had been exiled in for more than 15 years. He went over
to the computer terminal and used the command authorization codes that the
Captain had been so kind to give him. Soon, he was looking over the
material that the *Reliant’s* computer had about Project Genesis. He was so
engrossed in the material that he didn’t notice the stranger in his room
until the stranger spoke.

“Ahh, the Genesis project, that sure brings back memories!” the
mysterious man said.

Kahn spun around fast and faced this man. “Who are you? What are
you doing in here?”

The man replied, “You may call me Tempus Fugitive. What I am doing
here is providing you with the opportunity you have wanted for your entire
life.”

“Do not toy with me. I will kill you if I feel the urge to.” Kahn
said with an edge in his voice.

“I would do nothing of the sort! I am here to help you. You are
Kahn Noonian Singh. 15 years ago, James Kirk exiled you to a barren rock.
You went from being a ruler on earth to being a prisoner in a tin can. I
can help you avenge your honor. I can help you defeat James T. Kirk.”

“And how do you propose doing this?” Kahn said with a new interest
in his eyes. He sat down as this Tempus Fugitive said..

“Let me tell you.”

————

The 24th Century

Commodore Andreyevich walked down the corridor quickly. His
superior officer had called him and he learned quickly not to be slow when
it came to dealing with this mysterious man. He turned the corner and came
to the door of his office. The doors parted to reveal a very dimly lit room
with a desk, and an empty chair in front of it. Behind the desk, hidden in
shadows, a dark skinned man motioned for the Commodore to enter.

“Sit down Commodore Andreyevich. I called you here to brief you on
a recent occurence. There has been a disruption in the timeline. I’m
sending the *Atlantis* to repair it.” The man spoke briskly.

“I see sir. What is the nature of this disruption?” Dmitri didn’t
anticipate much information, but he figured there was nothign to lose in asking.

“Unknown source. We have pinpointed the change to a period in the
23rd century. This one involves StarFleet.” The man handed Dmitri a
thumbpadd. “Here is your briefing. Same orders as before, you may pick
your own mission support crew. *Atlantis* is being prepped as we speak.
Your chief engineer can fill you in on the new modifications that have been
made to the ship.”

The Commodore read over the material on his PADD. If this was true,
there were many changes that would occur if this mission was successful. He
looked over the briefing carefully, memorizing it all. The PADD was
programmed to erase all data on it after it was displayed. This mission was
going to be a difficult one since the number one priority would be to remain
unnoticed by the people of that time. Turning to the man behind the desk,
the Commodore asked, “When do we leave sir?”

“As soon as you can. This is of utmost importance.” was the only
reply that the Commodore received.

“Understood sir. I’ll be on my way then.” With that, the Commodore
got up and left. He was already thinking of the mission specialist he would
bring aboard.

———–
Aboard the U.S.S. Vengence, a Nebula Class Starship.

Captain Hanson relaxed as the *Vengence* and the *Republic* saw the
result of their last phaser barrage. The hostile ship that was in the
viewscreen just seconds earlier was now a glowing trail of plasma and
scattered debris. This last group of Kahnians had been difficult to stop.
Looking back, he saw that the Kahnians were becoming more agressive. In the
last fifty years they had slowly become a small empire. Spanning three star
systems, they were trying to overtake and rule with an iron fist. For a
long time, they had stayed out of Federation view. But when they attacked a
Federation world two years ago, StarFleet stepped in. Now, there were
frequent skirmishes with the attack vessels of these people. Descendents of
Kahn Singh and his followers, they revived the genetic engineering practices
that had produced the supermen and women of the late 20th Century Eugenic
Wars on Earth. Now they were trying to dominate more. They had a loose
alliance with the Klingon Empire which gave them raw materials to build
their ships with. They were a large thorn in StarFleet’s side.

The captain ordered a comm channel be opened to the *Republic*.
“Captain Orgnali, what’s your status?”

The *Republic’s* captain, a Garnathian, answered back, “We are
reporting a few small injuries, our main deflector is down, and there are a
few power conduits that need replacing. However, we are doing well.” His
single eye, which looked like a rectangular strip across his eye, blinked.
Garnathians were bipedal, had two arms, but no neck, so their head was a
narrower continuation of their torso.

Captain Hanson acknowledged the *Republic* and closed the channel.
He was about to signal StarFleet with the news of the battle when his second
officer, sitting ops, reported an incoming signal. It was a Captain’s
priority message so he went into his ready room to receive it. When he did,
he was surprised to see a Commodore’s name on it. There were very few
Commodore’s in the Fleet. The rank had pretty much been abandoned. After
reading through the message, he called his second officer in.

“Lieutenant Sulu, I’ve just received orders from StarFleet Command.
It contains transfer orders for you. Special Assignment to the *U.S.S.
Atlantis*. She’s a fairly new Intrepid class ship. It says you’ll be gone
for about a month. A runabout is en route to pick you up.” The Captain was
surprised by this order. Lt. Sulu was a fine officer and was the
*Vengence’s* resident expert on the Kahnian Empire. His grandfather’s
brother had served on the Enterprise when it was destroyed by Kahn and Lt.
Hikaro Sulu took it upon himself to know everything he could about Kahn and
his followers and avenge his ancestor’s death.

The lieutenant listened as Captain Hanson told him about the
transfer and then simply stood up and said, “Understood sir. If you’ll
excuse me, I have some packing I need to do.”

“Dismissed, and good luck lieutenant. We’ll be looking forward to
your return.” The captain stood up and shook Sulu’s hand before he left.

———-
Aboard U.S.S. Niagra, Runabout Class. En route to U.S.S. Atlantis

“Lt. Sulu, we are approaching the *Atlantis*.” the young pilot told
her only passenger.

“Thank you ensign. You sure you can’t tell me anything about this
mission?”

“Sorry sir, I have my orders. That is for the Commodore to do.”
Ensign Antonia brought the runabout around and landed in the *Atlantis’s*
shuttlebay.

“Sir, you are to report directly to the Commodore’s quarters. Your
things will be sent to your quarters.” Shutting down the runabout’s
systems, Antonia led Hikaro to the Commodore’s quarters.

When they arrived, Ensign Antonia left the lieutenant and headed to
the bridge. Lt. Sulu chimed the door and it opened. Revealing the
Commodore waiting for him.

“Lt. Sulu. Sit down. Let me brief you on your new assignment.”
Sulu sat down across from the Commodore and took the PADD he was offered.
“As you can see lieutenant, this is the *U.S.S. Atlantis* Intrepid class,
with a few modifications. We are on direct assignment from the DTI. The
Department of Temproal Investigations. This ship is equiped with a Self
Controlled Chroniton Particle Timedrive. We can travel through time just
like traveling through space.”

“Unbelievable. I had no idea that the technology was here to do
this!” Sulu said with surprise. All this was coming very quickly.

“Yes. It is amazing. There has been an alteration in the time
line. 90 years ago your Great Uncle, Commander Sulu, was killed on board
the U.S.S. Enterprise in a battle against Kahn Singh. Apparently, this
should not have happened. We believe that someone from outside of that time
line tampered with the events that happened then and caused this present to
occur. One where the Kahnians are growing into a bigger menace. We have no
idea of the exent of the changes that should have occured. For all we know,
the *Enterprise* should be the Fleet flagship instead of the *Excelsior-D*.
And Spock should be the Federation President. Our mission is to go back and
find out the source of the temporal contamination, and stop it from happening.”

“I see Commodore. Where do I come in?”

“You, lieutenant, are our Mission Specialist. You are an expert in
the history of Kahn Singh, Eugenics, and 23rd Century Technology. We need
that expertise to try and figure out what to do. I must warn you though,
this is a dangerous mission and we must do whatever it takes to restore the
timeline and avoid detection by the normal inhabitants of that time.”

“Understood sir. What will be my post?”

“You will sit Mission Operations on the bridge. In fact, you;ll
accompany me to the bridge now. We are already underway.” The Commodore
and Lt. Sulu headed out of room and to the bridge.

———-

Commodore Andreyevich and Lt. Sulu arrived on the bridge and took
their stations. Ensign Antonia was at the pilot’s station and reported they
were on course for the Mutara Sector at Warp 3. The Commodore gave the grew
the mission briefing and the called Kollos to the bridge.

“Lt. Sulu, as our new member, let me inform you about Kollos. She
is a Medusan. She is in an androidal body and will navigate for us during
the time shift.” Just then, Kollos entered the bridge and took the
navigators station that Lt. Saar vacated.

“Commodore, I am engaging the timedrive now. Time shift in
10…9…8…7…6…5…4…”

The ship shook violently for the last three seconds of the
countdown. One ensign tech on the bridge fell. Lt. Sulu grabbed ahold of
his console to keep from falling.

Kollos could be heard just as the shaking stopped, “Timeshift has
occurred.”

“Thank you Kollos, another successful shift.” Kollos replied with a
nod and entered the turbolift.

Lt. Saar resumed its station and looked at its instruments.
“Commodore, we are on the edge of the Mutara nebula. No vessels or objects
of any kind within sensor range. However, the nebula can be interfering
with sensors.”

Lt. Sulu checked his instruments. “Confirmed, the static discharge
and gas is having a negative effect on our sensors. According to databanks,
there should be the Regula I Space Station in orbit around a planetoid on
the far side of the nebula.”

The Commodore turned to his Zakdorn Chief Engineer. “Mr. Poldegin,
will the nebula affect our cloaking device?”

After checking his console, he said, “Unknown sir, I can’t be sure,
but I doubt it.”

“I would like a little more reassurance than that Commander. Find
out. Quickly.” the Commodore ordered. Then, he announced to the whole
ship. “Attention, now that we have arrived, I must inform you of some
modifications the ship has received. As you should know, this ship is
equipped with a Phasing Cloaking Device. The Treaty that forbids the
Federation from developing cloaking technology has not yet been signed so we
can legally use the device. In addition, this ship has been equipped with
holo generators to give us the appearance, inside and out, of any other
ship. If necessary, we can disguise ourselves as a Federation ship and crew
of the 23rd century. This will be used only if contact is unavoidable in
any other way.” he looked around and then addressed the crew, “This mission
has alot riding on it. I am counting on all of you. Commodore Andreyevich
out.”

Turning to the pilot’s station he said, “Ensign Antonia, engage the
cloaking device and take us to Regula I, through the nebula.”

“Aye sir.” Antonia activated the cloaking device and engaged the
engines. As they entered the nebula, the viewscreen became a mess of
static. “Commodore, we have lost sensors.”

“Understood ensign. Maintain course and speed.”

The *Atlantis* cruised through the nebula. Lt. Cmdr Poldegin was
able to modify the sensors to screen out some of the static, but it didn’t
help much. He reported the cloaking device as being fully functional
despite the nebula. As they approached the outer edge of the nebula,
sensors cleared up and they were able to detect the science station. On the
edge of sensor range, a starship was detected heading away from the station.

“Lt. Krag, can you identify the ship?”

The Nausicaan breathed a low growl as he said, “Ship’s ID shows it
as *U.S.S. Reliant*” A small frigate.”

Lt. Sulu added, “Commodore, the *Reliant* was the ship that Kahn
hijacked. He abandoned the crew on Ceti Alpha 5 and the *Reliant* was
destroyed to prevent StarFleet from pursuing him. If he has left Regula I,
its a good bet he has already stolen the Genesis device and killed the
science team.”

“Krag, any life signs on the station?” said Casey.

“None sir. Sensors also show massive damage to the computer systems.”

“Commodore, I suggest we go after them. They are probably going to
intercept the *Enterprise* and destroy her.” Lt Cmdr Casey said this with
some urgency. She hated to see loss of life.

“I agree Commander. Make it so. I’ll be in my ready room.” the
Commodore left for his ready room.

“Helm, plot an intercept course and engage at maximum warp.”

“Aye sir. Maximum warp.” Antonia enaged the warp drives and the
ship followed after the *Reliant*.

———-
U.S.S. Reliant and U.S.S. Enterprise

“Hang on!” The viewscreen showed the torpedo heading toward the
*Enterprise* and then they all felt the impact. Having been hit hard by
multiple phaser barrages from the *Reliant*, the shields were non-functional
and most systems were off-line. Lt. Uhura was dead, her console had shorted
and debris had hit her. Somehow, the shield’s hadn’t come up when they had
detected *Reliant’s* phaser lock. There was damage showing up across the board.

Admiral Kirk picked himself up off the deck. That last torpedo hit
had knocked the ship about hard. Looking over he saw Lt. Saavik slumped
over her console. Feeling for a pulse he found none. He called for
engineering, “Scotty, do we have phaser power?”

There was a pause before a voice answered, “Admiral, Mr. Scott is
dead. We have a hull breach on decks 11 through 14. Antimatter containment
is weakening. We have emergency batteries only.”

“Damn. Who the hell are they?” Kirk couldn’t imagine who would be
doing this. A StarFleet ship had just attacked them. Even worse, *Reliant*
was on assignment for the Genesis project. This had to be connected with
the call from Carol. Whatever was happening, he had to figure out what and
try to stop them.

Spock’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Admiral, the commander of
the Reliant is signaling. He wishes to discuss terms of our surrender.”

Swallowing hard, he knew he had to think fast. “On screen.”

———-
U.S.S. Atlantis

Krag had just reported on the damage *Enterprise* had taken when he
detected the communication between *Enterprise* and *Reliant*. The
*Atlantis* monitered the people on the screen. Lt. Sulu breathed a quick
gasp when he saw his great uncle at the bridge. They heard Kahn gloat about
his victory over the *Enterprise* and Kirk. Kirk offered his life to save
the ship. Kahn accepted this with a gleam in his eye. Kahn left the comm
line open and Kirk was beamed aboard the *Reliant*.

Lt. Sulu was scanning the *Enterprise* being carefull not to do an
intense enough scan for the *Enterprise* or the *Reliant* to notice. He
saw, on the viewscreen, Spock walk to his console and try to bring up data.
Then Lt. Sulu detected a tight beam computer transmission.

“Sir, *Enterprise* is trying to transmit something to the
*Reliant’s* computer.”

Just as Lt. Sulu finished his sentence, the viewscreen showed
Admiral Kirk being lead onto the bridge. And one of Kahn’s followers
whispered something in his ear.

“Kirk! I see that you and your Vulcan never stop trying!” Turning
to the viewscreen Kahn addressed Spock. “You will find Mr. Spock that I have
already changed the prefix code. I couldn’t let that obvious opening remain
for you to exploit!”

Standing up, Kahn raised his voice to address everyone. “Attention!
This is the newest victory for us! We have escaped our exile on Ceti Alpha
5, taken over a ship, stolen the Genesis device, disposed of the Space
Station’s crew, and now we have defeated the *Enterprise* and have her
glorious Admiral Kirk in our very hands. We have proved our superiority.
Now, we will prove that we are not to be dealt with easily. Close the
channel.” With that, the comm link was closed.

Krag looked over his sensor readings quickly. “Commodore, I am
detecting a buildup in the *Reliant’s* weapon systems. I believe they are
preparing to fire on the *Enterprise*.” Just then, the *Reliant* opened
fire on the Enterprise and she exploded into a rapidly expanding cloud of
debris.

END OF PART I
CONTINUE TO PART II
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Kahn’s Second Chance, Part II

The crew of the *Atlantis* watched in silence as the *Reliant*
engaged its impulse engines and slowly cruised through the expanding cloud
of debris that once was the *Enterprise*.

Lt. Cmdr Casey’s voice broke the silence. “Lt. Sulu, any ideas on
how to fix what happened?” her voice had a slight tremble in it.

Lt. Sulu was still in shock. He had studied the events time and
time again but never expected to be faced with watching this. He collected
himself and reported, “Um, sensors have collected lots of data on the
*Reliant* and the *Enterprise*. I’ll go over it with Lt. Krag.”

Lt. Cmdr Casey turned to the Commodore. “Sir?”

He was still looking at the viewscreen and said, “Staff Meeting in
one hour. Commander, you have the bridge.” Andreyevich got up and went to
his ready room.

———-
One hour later

“Commodore, Lt. Krag, Commander Pondegin, and I have analysed the
sensor readings we got fromt he attack. We think we have a way.” Lt Sulu
was unsure of how to go about this. Temporal Mechanics was never his strong
suit.

“Report.” The Commodore was anxious to continue with this mission.

Sulu looked to the engineer to take over this part of the report.
“Sir, our readings seem to indicate sabatoge. The *Enterprise’s* shields
should have come up before that first volley hit. Something blocked the
command pathways from executing. In addition, we were heavily scanning the
engineering section before the attack to see if anythign was tampered with.
We saw a transporter like signature right before the first phaser attack.
It matches that of the Tempus Fugitive from his transport off of *Atlantis*
Right before he beamed out, life sign count in that section dropped by two.
Its possible that those two people could do something to maintain a critical
system.”

The Commodore thought about this for a moment. “Anything else?”

Lt. Krag answered. “We feel that it is not possible for Kahn to
have known how to change the *Reliant’s* prefix code. If the Tempus
Fugitive is involved he may have easily coached Kahn on what to do to
destroy the *Enterprise*. If there was a way to stop TF from contacting
Kahn, it might help.”

Lt. Sulu added now, “Sir, after looking at the historical files, I
think that Kahn will go after Kirk regardless of contact with TF. TF just
gave him the knowledge to ensure *Enterprise’s* destruction. It will be
tough for the *Enterprise* to survive the *Reliant’s* attack.”

The Commodore considered all of this and made a recommendation. “We
will go back and try to repair the sabatoge that the TF does to the
*Enterprise*. We will also make sure that those two crewmen do not die.
But I think most importantly is to stop contact between TF and Kahn. Any
suggestions on how to do that?”

Krag gave a soft growl. “Sir, we may be able to install a modulated
shield that will block his transporter device.”

“Mr. Pondegin?”

“I think it would work, after examining the sensor readings from his
transport from here, I think we can modulate a shield enough to do it. But
we will have to board the *Reliant* to make the modifications.”

The Commander replaied, “We’ll cross that bridge when we cross it.
O.K. everyone, stations. Prepare for timeshift.”

———-
U.S.S. Reliant in orbit around Ceti Alpha V

“Starship *Reliant* to Captain Terrell. This is Commander Kyle,
please respond.”

The science officer was watching over Commander Kyle’s shoulder
waiting for a response to come in from the Captain. It was strange for them
not to check in. Because he was not at his station, he missed the brief
light on his console that indicated someone had beamed onto the ship.

———-
U.S.S. Reliant, Deck 12

Sulu, Krag, and Pondegin were walking down the deserted corridor to
the auxillary control room. They all wore the StarFleet uniforms of that
time period and Krag and Commander Pondegin had both been modified by the
transporter to look like human officers. Once they reached Auxillary
Control, they sealed the door and went to the engineering station.

With very little conversation, they attached a small unit to the
underside of the engineering console.

“This will activate a low level shield around the ship using its own
shield grid. This way it won’t show up on sensors or interfere with normal
transporter operation. However, it will interefere with TF’s transporter.
He shouldn’t be able to get on board now.” This was how Pondegin explained
it to the Commodore before they left. After he connect the last wires to
the device he got up and activated it.

Lt. Krag and Sulu stepped closer to them and Krag called *Atlantis*
for beamout.

———-
U.S.S. Atlantis

The trio appeared in the transporter room back to their original
selves. Lt. Sulu reported to the bridge. “Commodore, mission accomplished.”

The Commodore replied over the comm system, “our sensors are reading
that too, report to the bridge after you are back in uniform.”

Just then, a form materialized on the bridge in front of the
viewscreen. It was the black dressed form of the Tempus Fugitive.

“So, this intrepid band of time travelers is at it again, just when
I try to get stuff done, you have to get in the way!”

Commander Casey jumped up and faced TF. “Who are you?! What are you
doing here?”

“Why Lt. Casey, I am merely doing my job. Or trying to, now that
you people have interfered I am going to have to try something else!” With
a turn of his body, he disappeared as quickly as he came.

Casey turned to the Commodore, “Sir, I think we should hurry to our
next step, that is probably where TF is going to go. maybe to do more damage.”

“I agree Commander. Helm lay in an intercept course for the
*Enterprise*, maximum warp.” The Commander turned to Casey. “Commander,
any thoughts as to what TF might try now?”

Lt. Casey thought about it for a second. “He might try some more
obvious damage, but that doesn’t seem to be his style. He might try to
still give Kahn an advantage over the *Enterprise*.”

The Commodore thought about it some more and then turned to Ensign
Antonia. “Ensign, what’s our ETA to the *Enterprise*?”

“15 minutes sir to visual range.”

“Commander, prepare an away team. I want you to make sure that the
command pathways to the shields are not blocked and make sure that those two
crewmembers do not die!” The Commodore was speaking with an urgency.

“Aye sir. Krag, Sulu, Pondegin. We’ll report to transporter room
1.” The four officers left in the turbolift while replacements come to take
their stations.

———-
U.S.S. Enterprise, Engineering.

Lt. Cmdr Casey took a quick look at her tricorder. It was bit odd.
The last time she had seen a tricorder like this had been in the Fleet
musuem at the Academy. The display was directing her and Krag to the point
where sensors had shown TF transporting away the last time they were here.
They got there and found a secluded corner where they could watch out for TF
to come. While they were standing there, Lt. Sulu called over the ear
implant communicator.

“Commander, this is Lt. Sulu, we have reached the shield generators.
Commander Pondegin is checking the pathways for any kind of resistance.

Lt. Casey whispered very quitely, “Good, tell me if you have found
something.”

Just then, the engineer came on the line, “Commander, I have
detected a block int he primary command path and the backups are severed. I
can clear the block and I am attempting to reroute the severed backups. It
is going to take me a few minutes.”

“Go as fast as you can, we don’t have too much time!” then, Krag
touched her arm and motioned for her to be quiet. Coming down toward their
hiding spot were two engineering cadets. Casey heard one say to the other,
“Peter, what could have caused that power reading out here? What does this
system control?”

Peter Preston looked at the wall conduit they had just arrived at.
“I don’t know. It looks like someone has been here.” Scanning the wall
with a tricorder, he noticed no power was going through the conduit.
“That’s odd. Power has been rerouted away from this whole section.”

The other cadet looked at the tricorder readings. Looking at the
wall he asked, “What does this conduit provide power to? All the lights and
everything seem to be functioning here.”

Peter looked at his tricorder again, “This conduit runs power to the
hull integrity field. Without the integrity field in this section, even a
passing asteroid could punch a hole through the hull! Someone had to have
done this deliberatly.”

“We better report this to Mr. Scott.” the other cadet started to
turn but just then a figure materialized before him.

“I think not cadet. You won’t be reporting this to anyone.” The
Tempus Fugitive raised a small device in his hand but then Krag jumped from
his hiding place and took TF by surprise. Krag knocked TF to the ground but
had not taken into account his altered form so he would look human instead
of Nausicaan. TF took advantage of Krag’s momentary confusion and fired his
weapon. Just as he fired, Casey jumped out and knocked his aim off. The
beam weapon glanced off of Krag knocking him unconscious. The rest of the
beam hit the floor causing a large hole to develop. Casey leveled her
phaser at TF and said, “Drop your weapon and surrender!”

“Not this time Commander.” Before Casey could react, TF
disappeared. The two cadets stood where they had been when TF appeared and
were in shock by what had happened. Peter recovered girst and bent down to
examine Krag. “He’s alive, but barely, we better get him to sickbay!”

Lt. Casey quickly said, “He’s going to be alright, first we have to
repair this conduit.” Just as they turned to the conduit, the klaxons
sounded yellow alert. Casey knew they didn’t have much time.

Peter looked torn, he knew this conduit needed repair quickly, but
he had to report to his alert duty station. Casey saw this and said to him,
“Go on cadets, I can take of this here.” They thanked her and took off.
When they were just out of earshot she said for her communicator,
“*Atlantis*, emergency beamout of Krag to sickbay. Keep a lock on me while
I fix this conduit!”

She heard the Commodore’s voice in her ear, “Commander! Hurry!”

Casey found the device which was diverting the power. Krag was
beamed out as she opened it up. She heard over her communicator,
“Commander! *Reliant* has raised their shields! You have to get out of there!”

“Almost got it.” she thought. She was able to remove the device and
saw her tricorder light up as power went to the Structural Integrity Field.
“*Atlantis*! Get me outta here!” Just as her form dematerialized from the
corridor, the *Reliant’s* phaser barrage impacted the section right where
she was standing. The shields had been raised in time, but there was still
heavy damage to the section.

———-
U.S.S. Atlantis

When Casey arrived on the bridge she saw in the viewscreen a single
photon torpedo shot from *Reliant* impact on the *Enterprise*.

The bridge crew then watched as Kahn and Kirk talked over the comm
channel. This time, the conversation was different when Kahn said, “I’ll
agree to your terms if…in addition to yourself, you hand over to me all
the data and materials regarding the project called….Genesis.”

Casey turned to the Commodore and said, “At least we know he doesn’t
have Genesis.” She turned back to the viewscreen and watched as Kirk went
and stood near Captain Spock. Spock nodded. Apparently, Kirk was giving
orders regarding Kahn demand.

Lt Sulu adjusted a few things on his board. “I believe we can
increase the volume.” With a few more adjustments they were able to hear
Kirk and Spock speak to a young lieutenant at Navigation.

“You have to learn *why* things work on starship.” Spock added,
“Each ship has its own combination code” Kirk continued, “To prevent an
enemy from doing what we’re attempting. Using our console…to order
*Reliant* to drop her shields.”

Kahn interrupted to provide his own countdown progress. Kirk turned
to Kahn. Lt Casey saw something she had never seen in any of the holos of
Kirk in her history books. He was wearing antique glasses. “Kahn…How do
we know you will keep your word?” Kahn responsed, “Oh I’ve given you no
word to keep Admiral! In my judgement you simply have no alternative.”

Kirk responded to Kahn and then turned his back on the viewscreen.
They couldn’t make out what Kirk said, but his helmsmanput his head down and
adjusted a few controls. Krag looked at his console and reported, “The
*Enterprise* has looked phasers on the *Reliant*!”

Commodore Andreyevich said, “The *Enterprise* is going to use
*Reliant’s* prefix code to lower their shields. Then they are going to use
the phaser power they have to try and disable *Reliant*.” He paused for a
second and nodded his head slowly. “Brilliant!”

Krag reported again, “Sir, *Enterprise* is transmitting to
*Reliant*. Their shields are dropping! The *Enterprise* is firing!
*Reliant* is taking heavy damage to their command center. *Reliant*’s warp
drive is offline.” Krag watched the viewscreen for a moment and then said,
“The *Reliant* is withdrawing.”

Commodore Andreyevich stood and walked to Lt. Sulu. “What do the
record show Lieutenant?”

Lt. Sulu looked up the events in the ship’s computer. “Sir,
record’s show that the *Reliant* is destroyed in the Mutara Nebula. Kahn
and his crew are all dead.”

“I see. Let’s go home.”

———-
U.S.S. Atlantis, 24th Century, Docked

Commodore Andreyevich was standing in his superior’s office while
the mysterious black man went over his report.

“Very good Commodore. You have restored the time line to its proper
state. But I wish we knew more about this TF.” the strange man was still
in darkness and Dmitri could not make out his face. “Again, very good job
Commodore. Thank you.”

The Commodore walked out of the room and headed towards *Atlantis*.
He wanted to be ready for the next mission.
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Timeship Atlantis Writer’s Guide

Timeship Atlantis Series Writer’s Guide by Thomas Matteson
(Second Update 2/12/98 by WC)

The ship:

*U.S.S. Atlantis*, Intrepid Class (just like *Voyager*) extra systems
include:
Phasing Cloaking Device (like what was used on *U.S.S. Pegasus*
and
Geordi and Ro)
Matter Stream Modifier – Modifies people being transported to
appear
like others. Illegal in Federation, dangerous.
Self – Contained Controlled Chroniton Particle Timedrive –
(Abbrev. “SCCCPTD”) Time Warp Drive used to time travel the ship.
Holo-emitter system – disguises the ship outside (and inside, if
need be).
Mission communicators – nondescript, send video as well as audio
back to bridge, typically used with aural implants so bridge can secretly
advise away team during missions.

The crew:

Commodore Andreyevich, Russian. First name changed from Ivan to
Dimitri, possibly as a side effect of changing history during
*Challenger* mission. No accent, excellent language
skills, claims to speak 22 fluently. Can speak many Federation languages
and non-Federation ones, including Orion. He can also read Old Vulcan.

Lt. (Lt Cmdr) Shelly Casey. Lt. on the U.S.S. Hood, martial arts
expert, First Contact Expert. Nicknamed Hot Cheeks. Serves as First
Officer on Atlantis with rank of Lt. Cmdr. Practices “Polynesian
Mumbo-jumbo” according to *Hood* CMO. Lost younger twin sister,
Gwendolyn, to friction-surfing accident.

Unknown Black Man. Commodore Andreyevich’s superior. Hands out
the missions. Veteren time traveler. Shadowy.

Com. Krag. Security chief on *Atlantis*. Surly male Nausican.

Sept Midron. *Atlantis* ship counselor. Red-headed male
El-Aurian.

Ensign Antonia, Platonian. Slightly telekinetic, kironide
addict. Atlantis Pilot. Granddaughter of Alexander the dwarf, and she
was born in the 23rd century.

Lt. Com Zam Poldegin, Female Zakdorn Chief Engineer

Dr. Zhivago, CMO, Deltan, aloof, rumors say he once killed an
earthwoman during Deltan sex. Knows certain techniques that Starfleet
Medical doesn’t seem to be ready for.

Lt. Saar, Navigator, J’naii (genderless race)

Kollos, former Medusan ambassador, now Timewarp navigator in an
androidal body. A Medusan’s true appearance can cause insanity. At this
point, Kollos is beginning to explore the concept of gender, currently
trying out being a humanoid male.

Lt. David Gerard – Historian, works with Guardian of Forever,
mission specialist for first mission, operates temporal plotter station
on bridge.

There is an unknown mole in the crew from DTI (Department of
Temporal Investigations), who keeps watch, making sure no rules get
violated.

Tempus Fugitive (or TF), male humanoid who hides his identity
with a black hood. Has access to time travel technology and a transporter
superior to the *Atlantis*. Intelligent, with an attitude. Unknown
agenda. The DTI wants him captured for time tampering.

Captain DeSoto is Captain of the U.S.S. Hood with Lt. Casey.

Hope this is helpful to somebody besides me!
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Palladium

Hi. I just finished another DS9 story entitled Palladium. It is Bashir/Dax. The
summary is:
When Bashir and Dax return from the Gammma quadrant, a transporter accident
threatens the total loss of the symbiont’s memories forever. I rate it PG-13.
Enjoy.
Kristen Jones

Disclaimer: All these characters belong to Paramount productions and were used
without permission. The story, however, is mine, and may not be used without
my consent.
Palladium

By. Kristen Jones

“Well, Jadzia, it looks as if it’s smooth sailing, uh, flying, ahead,” Dr.
Julian Bashir joked as the runabout lifted from it’s docking port on Jetid 3 in the
Gamma Quadrant. He and Jadzia Dax, resident science officer, were returning to
the station after helping cure a plague that was infesting neighboring Batika
settlements.
“Don’t speak too soon; it’s bad luck,” she cautioned him, glaring fondly.
Then she laughed. “But I sure do hope you’re right.”
It had been a few months since the Verad incident on the station. Jadzia
was slowly but surely recovering her dignity and Julian no longer felt sorry for
the medical “attention” from the incident. Everything was finally getting back to
normal.
“Dax,” Julian started, “I was wondering, what did Curzon tell Benjamin to
do when he took him out for that drink?”
“Oh, yeah, I never did finish telling you, did I?” Jadzia had been
recounting the time when Curzon had taken Captain Sisko out for his first
“party.” “Well, he told him that it was just a few friends- ,”
“Yeah, right,” Julian smirked. He knew enough about Curzon to know
that was a lie. “Well, he did,” she said defensively. “But you’re right. It
was a lie.” They both laughed and Jadzia finished telling him the story.
“Curzon got so drunk that when Ben tried to make him stop drinking the Saurian
brandy, he told him to-,” what following was a string of such cursing, Julian didn’t
think Dax had it in her.
He whistled. “Some story-Hey!” he cried as the runabout suddenly shook,
as if attacked. He turned to his console. “Sensors reading a Jem ‘Hadar ship
approaching bearing 211 mark 74. They’re firing on us.”
“Try hailing them,” Jadzia said, as she frantically tried an evasive
maneuvering pattern. “No response,” Julian said, as the runabout was
shaken again with another blow. “I’m reading shields at 40 percent. Another
couple of hits and we’re done for.” “The wormhole’s just ahead. If we can
make it-,” Jadzia said, her face taking on a look of pure calm characteristic of all
Trills. They waited tensely and before they knew it, the wormhole was
blossoming open before them.
“We’re safe,” Julian said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Not yet,” Jadzia
countered, reading a pattern of images drawn onscreen. “The Jem ‘Hadar have
followed us in. Let’s just hope they can’t reach us before we get out of here.”
It was a tense few minutes that awaited the two science officers. There
was nothing they could do but wait and hope that when they reached the end of
the wormhole, the Jem ‘Hadar would break off pursuit. Their hope,
unfortunately, was in vain.
“Chief!” Jadzia cried as they shot out of the wormhole towards the station.
“Yes, Commander,” he said in his calm, Irish brogue.
“Beam us out!” She yelled. “We’ve taken a direct hit and the runabout’s
going to explode.” “Hold on,” he said, as they tried to steer in to the station.
The Jem ‘Hadar had seen their destination and had broken off pursuit coming
through the wormhole. Jadzia felt an odd tingle and knew that the
transporter was working its magic. Suddenly, she felt a blast of pain and she
knew nothing.

“Chief, did you get them off?” Captain Benjamin Sisko said, staring in
horror as the runabout, Concerto, blew to pieces on the viewscreen.
“I’m checking,” he replied, staring tensely at his monitors. “Yes,” he said,
breathing an audible sigh of relief, “they’re safe.”
“I’m going to the infirmary. Major, you’re with me.” Major Kira
nodded, grateful to him. Jadzia Dax was one of her best friends. She wanted to
know if she was all right.

It was quite a sight when they got to the infirmary. Julian was sitting on a
biobed, looking dazed, but none the worse for wear. Benjamin walked over to
him. “Doctor, how is Jadzia?”
Julian only looked at him with glazed eyes. Apparently, he and Jadzia had
been transported off at the moment of the blast and he was feeling the effects of
the transporter. “Jadzia?” he muttered, looking around for her. “Jadzia,” he said
again, jumping off the table while a nurse struggled to catch his sleeve and
failed.
All three of them walked over to her bed. She, too, was sitting up, also
looking dazed. “Julian?” she whispered. “Julian, where am I?”

“As near as I can tell,” Julian said to Sisko, “the transporter malfunctioned
because of a faulty reactant compressor stabilizer. The resulting transport
blocked the Dax symbiont from Jadzia. Apparently, she can only remember
things when the symbiont wasn’t in her body.” He thought back to Verad and
shuddered.
“But we were all there when you took the symbiont out. She should still
remember us, right?” Sisko asked.
“Not necessarily,” he replied. “Jadzia lost consciousness just after I took
the symbiont out. So, in theory, the last face she saw when Dax was out was
mine.” Sisko mulled this over. “It would certainly attribute to her only
recognizing you. How can she be cured?”
At this, Julian lowered his head. “I’m not sure she can,” he said quietly.
“She may remain this way for the rest of her life.”
“Well, dammit, you’re a doctor, you have to do something!” Sisko shouted.
He’d be damned if he was going to let Dax sit there with amnesia until she died.
Then he stopped and looked at the doctor. Julian was obviously trying very hard
not to lose what little self-control he had and burst into hysterics. He couldn’t
think about how he was going to help Jadzia. As far as he knew, no Trill had ever
had this kind of problem before. There was simply nothing he could do about it
and it scared him. Sisko decided to leave. “Let me know if you find
anything,” he said softly and exited the room. Julian was worried. Jadzia
knew the station but she recognized nothing and no one else there. He didn’t
know what to do except see how much the damage had been to her other senses
as well.
“Jadzia, would you like to go out for dinner?” Julian asked as he showed
up at her door a few minutes later.
“I don’t know,” she said doubtfully. She had been racking her brain since
Julian had explained the situation to try and remember. “Do you think I’m
ready?” “You’re always ready,” he responded, a little miffed. “C’mon, I’ll
reintroduce you to Quark.” He laughed. “You’ll like him.”
She agreed and a moment later, they were headed to Quark’s.
Chief O’Brien looked hard at the terminal he was seated at, pouring over
the data records to try and determine the exact frequency the transporter beam
had been set on during the accident. He sighed in frustration. This was more for
Julian than for his peace of mind. He could tell the doctor felt helpless. “If I can
just figure this out,” he muttered.
“Miles?” his wife, Keiko, said from the door to Ops. “Come on, honey,
Molly says it’s time for her story.”
Miles sighed. He hated leaving like this, but he knew that being with his
family was more important now that he realized what could happen to one of
them. He only wished Julian had that luxury.
It was an exciting walk in Jadzia’s point of view to Quark’s. Most of the
station’s inhabitant’s knew of Jadzia’s predicament and were only too willing to
be reintroduced to her. Julian found himself talking with Odo, Kira, Quark, and
several Bajoran and Starfleet members. He was thoroughly exhausted when he
got to the bar.
“I want a drink,” he muttered.
“Don’t you have a surgery in the morning?” Jadzia asked, sounding a little
like her old self. He grimaced. “Uh huh. Too bad, or I’d be having an Earth
bourbon on the rocks.” He was too tired to lie. He couldn’t have lied to her if
he’d wanted anyway. She looked at him sympathetically. She remembered him
and who he was, but there were certain things about him that were missing.
“Who are your parents?” she asked him. “Richard and Amsha Bashir,” he
replied, a little shortly. “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“Nope, I’m an only child.”
“When did you go to Starfleet?” she asked again.
“Four years ago.”
“Sorry, I’m just really curious about these sorts of things,” she apologized.
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault you can’t remember all these things,” he
returned. She started eating, seemingly upset about the conversation.
“I’m sorry,” Julian whispered, now visibly upset himself about the
conversation. She laughed. Julian grinned. It was good to hear her laugh.
Maybe she isn’t too far gone after all, he thought.

“Dr. Bashir, have you been able to determine what this is or if anything
similar has happened before?” Sisko asked at the senior officers meeting.
“No, captain. I traced any and all possibilities of this condition and found
nothing. I’ve decided to call it Palladium for lack of a better term.” He replied.
“What does that mean?” Sisko said, genuinely curious. “A palladium
is a catalyst for some kinds of chemical reactions. In this case, the Palladium is
catalyzing the hormonal imbalance that is keeping the symbiont’s memories from
reaching Jadzia. I’ve researched and the closest thing I could find that even
resembled this slightly was a case about two hundred years ago to a man named
Orion Fitzgibbons, a human. He was involved in a transporter accident also,
which caused his memory loss.”
“When did he regain his memories?” Sisko pressed anxiously. “That’s
just it, sir; he never did.” Julian looked at him dully. It was obvious that he’d
spent every waking hour trying to find the cause of the ailment. Apparently,
nothing was working. Sisko blanched. He couldn’t believe that Dax, no
Jadzia, was going to be like this for the rest of her life. He began to feel angry
towards the doctor. “Try harder!” he yelled at him. Julian looked at him
in shock, looking a little scared of Sisko. “Yes, sir,” he managed to whisper and
fled the briefing room.
“Captain, you didn’t have to do that,” Kira muttered. Sisko knew
she was right and sighed. “I know, I know. I’m just so worried about Jadzia-,”
“Is it really Jadzia you’re worried about or Dax?” Kira asked stubbornly.
Sisko glared. He didn’t want to respond, knowing she was right, and
instead stood up and left. Kira sighed. “I hope you don’t do anything stupid,
Captain. I really hope not.”
Julian ran a ways down the corridor until he realized where he was.
Quark’s. He walked inside. “Quark, I need a stiff drink,” he said when the little
Ferengi came over. Quark looked at him. “Dr. Bashir, you know I’d turn a
profit any day of the week, but are you sure you should? I mean, you’re the
doctor and-,”
“Just do it, Quark,” he snapped. Quark looked at him. “One double malt
scotch, coming up.” Julian sighed. He wished that everyone would stop seeing
him as a doctor for once and start taking his feelings seriously. “I’m still human,”
he thought as Quark came back over with the drink. “Here you go, doctor,”
he said. “Say, I was wondering, how is Jadzia?” Quark was genuinely
concerned. He’d had– still had–a crush on the Lt. Commander since she’d first
arrived to the station. Julian knew it.
“A little better, I guess, but she hasn’t recovered any memories if that’s
what you’re wondering.” Quark looked down. “Well, tell her I said hi, would
you?” Then, before the astonished doctor could say a word, he hurried off to wait
on some more customers. “Well, I’ll be,” he muttered. “Will wonders never
cease?” In this case, he hoped not. He’d need a miracle in order to save Jadzia
from the Palladium.

Jadzia sat in her quarters. She had been trying again to remember her
lives but so far, all she could see was Julian’s face leaning over her and telling
her everything would be all right. “I just want to know who I am,” she whispered
to herself and quietly cried herself to sleep.
“Julian, I think I may have a way to bring Dax back,” Miles said as they
met in Ops the next day. Julian had been steering clear of Sisko and now was
starting to regret even getting out of bed this morning.
“What is it, Miles?” he asked tiredly. All he wanted to do was get some
rest. “Well, it seems to me that if the polarity fields were enhanced on the
transporter rays, then retransporting Jadzia to a given set of coordinates may
erase the effects of the Palladium.” Julian looked at him. “Miles, old boy,
sometimes I really feel like worshipping the ground you walk on.” Seeing his
smirk, he added, “But don’t hold your breath.” “Yeah, yeah. Come on,
we’ve got work to do,” he said and the two hurried out of ops.

“Well, Jadzia, this is it,” Julian whispered. She grinned. “I hope so. I
can’t wait to start remembering again.”
“Julian, come on, get in the runabout,” Miles snapped. They complied.
“All right, just give me one minute…Okay, ready to transport.”
Julian felt the familiar tingle surround him and just before his conscious
atoms broke apart, he felt a blinding flash of pain and then nothing.

A red alert klaxon was blaring. “O’Brien to Sisko, I need you down here.
The transporter’s malfunctioned. Get everyone off of the Promenade. We may
have a shield breech in a minute.” O’Brien turned to Julian and Jadzia who had
rematerialized only moments earlier. Both were unconscious and lying still, very
pale. Miles walked over to Julian. “Bashir, wake up!” he yelled. Julian stirred,
but stopped moving.
“He’s not breathing!” Miles yelled. Sisko ran over and they quickly began
CPR. Jadzia was unconscious, but alive.
“One, two, three, four, five,” Sisko said and Miles breathed into Julian’s
mouth. He checked his pulse and shook his head. They repeated the procedure
four more times and then Julian sucked in a lung full of air and started to cough.
Miles picked his head up and sat him upright so he could breathe. He opened his
eyes. “What happened?” he whispered.
“Transporter accident,” Sisko said.
“Jadzia,” he whispered.
“She’s fine. Rest now,” Miles said to him. Bashir closed his eyes and sank into
welcome oblivion.

Julian awoke and before the nurses could stop him, he was up and looking around
for more solutions to the problem. “Lie down,” Jabara yelled at him and
struggled to pull him back to the bed. “No!” he countered and lunged backward
into his small office and shut the door. “Thank God,” he muttered as Jabara
called for Sisko.
“Bashir, what the hell do you think you’re doing up?” Sisko said. “Gee, think
about it, captain,” he said and turned away to the view monitor. Suddenly, Sisko
saw his eyes widen and for a second, he thought Bashir was having a seizure of
some sort. “Lieutenant, what’s wrong?” he yelled.
“Captain,” he replied, his voice hoarse, “We have got to get Jadzia into surgery,
now!” Jabara took note of his tone and yelled to the other nurse, Johnson, to prep
her for the surgery. “What’s wrong?” Sisko asked, alarmed.
Julian stormed out of the office, breaking into a run to get to the medical supply
cabinets. “It’s not a chemical imbalance, sir,” he said.
“What is it?” Sisko was thoroughly confused.
“It’s an alien.”
“What the hell do you mean, ‘It’s an alien’?”
“Exactly what I said. I took a note of her condition and there’s something beside
the symbiont that shouldn’t be there. It’s gotten bigger, sir.”
Sisko looked at the monitor. “It’s a parasite,” he deduced. “Yes, sir, and if we
don’t operate on her immediately, it’s going to get so big it will rip her apart
trying to get out.”
He ran over to Jadzia and gave her a dose of anesthetics. “I hope I can get it out
in time,” he whispered.

“He’s been in there for a long time,” Sisko muttered as he and Miles sat
helplessly in the infirmary waiting area.
“I hope he can help her. I don’t want this to become another Verad
situation,” Miles said. “Here he comes!” Sisko jumped up and hurried to
the tired doctor who sat down with a heavy sigh in his recently vacated seat.
“So,” he prompted, waiting for an answer.
“So I got it out,” he sighed. “It’s still alive, whatever it is. I suppose she
picked it up in the Gamma quadrant while we were there. I have it in a
containment field for observation.” “Will she remember us?” Sisko asked
impatiently.
“Yes, she’ll wake up in a few hours and know everyone around her. I’m
not sure if she’ll remember this or not.” He sighed.

Jadzia woke slowly, feeling a slight pain in her abdomen and she looked
down, checking for the symbiont. She breathed a sigh of relief. “I remember,”
she whispered and lay back, feeling content for the first time in a long while.
She called out suddenly, having an urge for company. “Julian?” she called,
her voice slightly hoarse.
He was there immediately, tricorder out, checking her over for any
complications. He broke into a relieved smile. “You’ll be okay,” he said. She
smiled, then noticed his eyes. The usual tawny-hazel color was gone, replaced
by a dark, nearly black shade that he only got when he worried. “What’s
wrong?” she asked, immediately in tune to what was going on. He hesitated
before answering. “The Palladium-do you remember it?” She nodded, seeing
every detail clearly. He continued. “It wasn’t a chemical imbalance, it was a
parasite. I removed it before it caused Dax any damage,” he added quickly,
seeing her worried expression. “Is it still alive?” When he nodded, she said,
“I want to see it.” He raised an eyebrow, but she was physically okay, so he
knew he had to let her go. “All right, but don’t overdo it,” he cautioned, forever
the doctor.
She following him into the adjacent science portion of the infirmary and
stared down at the alien being. It was at least two feet long and growing rapidly.
“What is it?” she asked Julian. “What was growing inside you,” he
responded quietly.
She looked at him with a horror filled gaze. “You mean that thing was
what was blocking my memories?” she asked him, mouth open.
He nodded. “It’s growing,” he said, just as a hiss sounded behind him and
he jumped back, seeing something behind Jadzia. “Dax,” he whispered, “Run!”
She turned and saw the alien creature, now about four feet tall, starting toward
her. She shrieked and she and Julian ran out of the infirmary.
“What do we have?” Sisko asked, as all the senior staff assembled in the
infirmary. “We have an alien creature, whose growth rate suggests that it will
become full grown within the next two hours. It is carnivorous by human
standards, hunting and killing for food. It will attack without provocation,
similar to wounded animals in ancient earth history. This entire station is in
danger, sir. I suggest we evacuate all non-essential personnel immediately,”
Julian said. Sisko looked at him. “So this could get very bad,” he mused,
almost to himself. He turned to Dax. “How big is this thing going to get, old
man?”
“Somewhere in the range of seven feet before growth rate stops. But we
don’t know its intelligence. It could have problem solving skills, and anything
we throw at it could be batted away. I agree with Julian. Civilians have got to
leave while there’s still time.” The infirmary had been locked down, but
the creature had been banging into it every minute. The force field was
beginning to weaken and Bajoran and Starfleet alike were starting to panic.
“All right, we’ll evacuate. Chief, give the codes. I want runabouts
Orinoco, Rio Grande, Ganges, and Acropolis on the way to Bajor in two hours.”
Sisko was very matter-of-fact about it. O’Brien nodded.
“Aye, captain. No need to worry.” And he was gone, hurrying away to
start evacuation procedures.
Sisko turned back to the rest of the crew. “I understand if you want to
leave. This is the time to be with your families, not fighting some unknown alien
that could easily kill everyone here. Do you want to go?”
The question almost didn’t need to be answered. Kira, Odo, Bashir, and
Dax all looked at one another. Then, they all simultaneously shook their heads
no. “We’re staying,” Julian said, as if it had settled everything.
“All right. As it stands, we’ll have just the senior staff up here fighting
this thing. I want you all fitted in combat wear. We just don’t know how bad
this is going to get.” Sisko looked at them all pointedly. “No arguments. If we
have to abandon the station to save lives, we will.” No one argued. They didn’t
know how bad it was going to get.

“Julian, I’m sorry,” Jadzia whispered to him as they stepped out into the
corridor. The station had been evacuated an hour ago and teams were circling
certain parts of the station to try to find the alien, or Palladium, as Julian called
it. Dax and Bashir were paired, as were Sisko and Kira and Odo and O’Brien.
“For what?” he asked.
“For bringing that thing back with us, for endangering the station and for
hurting a lot of people,” she shook her head in misery.
He leaned over to her and gave her a good hard shake. “Now you listen
here, Jadzia Dax,” he hissed. “None of this is your fault. If anyone’s to blame,
it’s me for not checking either of us before we left Jetid 3. But I’m not going to
blame myself because it won’t do any good. What we have to focus on right now
is getting this thing before it wrecks the station. Then it won’t be the alien
coming after us, it’ll be Chief O’Brien.”
She grinned at his attempt at humor. “Thanks, I needed that.” “No
problem. Now let’s keep moving.”

“All right, it’s a T-junction, which way do we go?” Jadzia asked. “Well,
the only way to be sure is to split up,” he said. “Let’s keep the com lines open so
we can call for help if we have to.” Julian finished and then tapped his com
badge. “Bashir to Sisko.” “Sisko here,”
“Sir, we’ve come to a T-junction and Jadzia and I are going to split up. I
suggest we all keep open com lines until we’re sure it’s not down this way,” he
finished. “Agreed. I’ll tell the others. Good luck. Sisko out.” “Well,
you heard the man. I’ll take left, you head right,” Jadzia said gamely. Julian
nodded. He started forward and crept cautiously down the corridor. “Ah,
whoever designed these things should be shot,” he muttered, finding himself
somewhat lost in the maze of dark corridors along the station. “Bashir, to Dax,”
he said.
“Dax, here, what’s wrong, Julian?”
“Nothing, I’ve just gotten myself turned around in this corridor down here.
Help?” he asked jokingly and she laughed.
“All right, stay where you are. I’ll try to come get you. Start walking,” she
said. “Will do.” He started forward, moving a little more quickly down the hall.
A shadow moved to his left. “Hello?” he asked. “Jadzia, is that you?” No
answer. “Okay,” he whispered to himself. “Jadzia,” he spoke into his combadge.

“Yes?” she answered, sensing the urgency in his voice. “Um, I think
I’ve got movement in my corridor, call the others and-Augh!” his startled cry
abruptly cut off and all that way left was an unearthly silence that seemed to echo
throughout the passageway.
“Julian?” she questioned. “Julian?! Dax to Sisko,”
“Sisko here. What’s wrong?”
“Whatever that thing was, it got Julian.”

“All right, we need a new strategy,” Sisko said quietly as he and the others
assembled in the empty corridor that Julian had disappeared in.
“Well, I could rig up a phase converter that should reveal the alien’s
presence through sound waves,” the chief suggested.
“Do it,” Sisko said.
“One problem, sir, and this is why I didn’t do it beforehand,” he said
hesistantly. “What?”
“The phase converter will give away our presence to the alien as well.
With its accelerated growth patterns, Julian said that it had an extremely
sensitive sense of sound. It’ll hear us coming.” “That’s a chance we’ll just
have to take,” Sisko replied. “Major, I want you and the Constable to work on
getting force fields set up. If we do corner that thing, I don’t want it getting
away.” They both nodded and hurried off to a side panel in the corridor.
“Dax, you’re with me.”

Sisko and Dax headed for turbolift one. “Where did you say he was last?”
Sisko asked her. “Level seven, section A, corridor 12,” she replied.
They headed to that section and when they got there, they stopped. “We’ll
have to split up,” Jadzia said. Sisko looked doubtful, but then nodded.
Jadzia went right, Siko left. She was jittery the entire time she was
walking. “Julian?” she called “Julian, can you hear me?” She stopped suddenly
when she heard a groan. “Julian?” she whispered and rounded the corner. Julian
was sitting up against the side of the wall with his head in his hands.
“Jadzia?” he whispered and moaned again. She looked at him and saw he had a
darkening bruise on his forehead.
“Come on, Julian, you probably have a concussion. Let’s get you to the
infirmary.” She tried not to let her relief show too much. But she felt it just the
same. He shook his head. “No, we’ve got to get to Sisko. The alien is still here,”
he whispered. Jadzia heard the high pitched whine of the phase converter.
“That’s Chief O’Brien. He must have the converter activated,” she told him. He
winced at the sound. She decided to attribute it to his concussion.
“Come on,” she said and called for Sisko. “Sir, I found him.”
“Do you remember what happened?” Sisko asked Bashir as they sat at
OPS. He shook his head. “I just remember being hit. Then I woke up
and Jadzia was standing there.” Sisko sighed. One officer wounded,
probably more to come would make their job that much harder. “Well, we can’t
do much more right now. Chief, keep the phase converter operating and tell me
if you find anything. I’m going to rest for a little while. Jadzia, keep an eye on
Julian. Don’t let him sleep.” Dax nodded.
“So, Julian, where’s the safest spot we can store you until we start again?”
she asked jokingly. He managed a small smile and said, “Well, my quarters are
as good as any. I want to lie down anyway.” She hesitated briefly, an
unwelcome thought flitting through her tired mind but she told herself to shut up.
“All right, let’s go.”

“Okay, I want a tarkalian tea and an iced raktajino,” Jadzia said to the
replicator in Julian’s quarters. There was a quick whirring noise and suddenly,
two mugs appeared. She picked them up and walked over to Julian, who was
sitting on his couch. “Here you go,” she said, handing him the tea.
“Thanks.” He took a sip and closed his eyes, sighing as he leaned carefully back.
He didn’t speak for a moment, so she addressed him.
“So, what would you like to do? You can’t sleep and you’ll get bored
staring at a glass all night.” He thought. “I have no idea.”
They sat in silence, both acutely aware of the other’s presence next to each
other. The silence grew heavier until suddenly, Julian leaned over and kissed
Jadzia. She pulled back slightly, but then she responded, kissing him back.
He wrapped his hands in her hair, lowering her down onto the couch and leaned
over her, kissing her more rapidly. The same nagging voice came back to her
full force, and she knew that it wasn’t right. Not now. She pushed him back and
stood up. “I can’t do this, Julian,” she whispered.
He stood up as well. “I’m sorry.” Then he walked a little toward her.
“You know,” he said seductively, forcing her to back up, lest she come in contact
with him again, “we don’t have to stop.” Suddenly, she found her back against a
wall, literally. He had backed her into a corner of the living room. She wasn’t
afraid, not really, knowing she could easily throw him off with some klingon
martial arts moves if she had to.
He walked up to her pinning her hands against the wall, thus cutting off
her movement. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. Her eyes narrowed.
Without warning, she sent a vicious kick to his stomach doubling him over. He
didn’t release her. She came back again, kneeing him in his head, forcing him to
let go and step back. She let loose with a spinning side kick that flung him into
the wall. As his body hit the wall, something strange happened. His eyes
widened and he suddenly became two. The alien being stepped out of his body
and Julian slumped to the floor. The Palladium snarled at her, then ran out of the
room.
She stood for a moment, collecting her thoughts, before she saw Julian.
She realized that he had been possessed, so she ran to him and said, “Julian, are
you all right?” He groaned and opened an eye at her. It was cloudy and
unfocused, so she immediately called Sisko. “Sir, we have a problem….”

“Do you remember anything?” she asked Julian as he sat up in bed and
looked at her. “No. I remember seeing the thing coming at me and that’s
it.” He looked troubled. “You do remember what it did, don’t you?” she said
in a no-nonsense voice. He looked abashed and nodded.
“That wasn’t you, Julian. I don’t hold it against you.” His expression
didn’t change much, but she could tell it made him feel better. “Sisko to
Dax.”
“Go ahead.”
“Chief O’Brien has located the Palladium. We have it sealed by a force
field in level 8, section C, corridor 9.
She and Julian looked at each other. “On our way,” she said and they both
hurried out the door.
They heard the Palladium before they saw it. When they rounded the
corridor, they saw it throwing itself at the force field. Jadzia looked at it hard for
the first time. It was similar to the Jem ‘Hadar. It had green skin, and looked
more like a lizard than anything. It had black strands of hair coming from the
back of its head and it walked on two feet. Unlike humanoids, it only had four
fingers, of which, they were connected by webs.
Jadzia looked at the creature and then at Sisko. “What are we going to do
with it?” Sisko said. “We can’t transport it out, so we’ll have to destroy it.”
Jadzia did not like the prospect, but she nodded. Julian did as well.
“Doctor, you’re the only one who has authorization to sterilize the
corridor.” Julian stepped up and looked at it once more and closed his eyes
while saying, “Computer, begin sterilization process, authorization, Bashir J 3.”
There was a quick crackle of static, and the creature was no more.
“It’s over,” Sisko said.

It had been two days since the incident, and Jadzia had yet to speak with
Julian again about the matter in his quarters. Then, she ran into him on the
Promenade. “Julian, there’s no escaping it. We’ve gotta talk.”
He looked trapped, but then sighed and nodded.
“Julian, that was not your fault-,” she began, but he interrupted her.
“I’m sorry, Jadzia, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have let that thing control
me like it did. I’m so sorry. This never should have happened, none of it-what?”
he said, when he noticed her stony expression.
“There’s only one thing you can do to make this up to me,” she began.
“What?” he asked, suddenly very nervous.
“Shut up and kiss me, doctor.”
He grinned. “Yes ma’am.” They leaned in and shared the best kiss either
of them had ever had.
The End

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Alpha Quad Days, Delta Quad Nights: Love is a Good Thing

Sforzie

Summary:
Alpha Quad Days, Delta Quad Nights: Love is a Good Thing –
:
The relationships on Voyager are a turbulent bunch. Who will take a tumble
this time?

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Alpha Quad Days, Delta Quad Nights
Episode Seven
Love is a Good Thing
By: Sforzie

“Oh, Chakotay,” Janeway breathed. He looked solemnly at her. Janeway
sighed, and
looked down at him. The smile on her lips seemed frozen.
“Chakotay, I can’t,” Janeway said finally. The smile faded slightly;
turned apologetic.
Chakotay looked at her in surprise.
“Why not?” he whispered painfully. Janeway’s body jerked slightly,
and her hands went to
her face. She sat down on the floor next to him. She choked back a quiet
sob, wiped her eyes,
and looked at Chakotay.
“It’s hard to explain, Chakotay,” she said softly. “But, it’s just
that I’m afraid of…”
“Of what?”
“When I was married to Tom, I knew I was in love with him. I knew I
was. But we
weren’t even together for a year! I’m not sure when I quit loving him. I
look back now and I
can’t even be sure that I was in love with him. And… and I don’t want to
happen to us.”
Chakotay looked crestfallen. “But you don’t know that will happen.”
Janeway buried her hands in her face again. “I don’t want to take
that risk.”
Chakotay snorted softly. “So you’d rather live in sin the rest of
your life?” He hadn’t
meant this to be humorous, but he saw Janeway smiled behind her hands. She
dropped them
again.
“Yes,” she said softly, “that’s exactly what I want.” Chakotay
blinked, and then cracked a
slight smile too. Janeway continued. “Chakotay, I love you. And while it
might be great to get
married, I would be just as happy just being with you without the lawful
binding. The titles don’t
count as long as we believe in each other and love each other.” She leaned
over and kissed his
cheek. “You know that love is what’s the important thing.”
Chakotay looked at her, and then exhaled slowly. After another
moment, he smiled. “You
have a way with words, Kathryn.” She smiled back.
“I know, it’s part of being a captain I guess.”
Chakotay looked thoughtfully at her. “I can still keep trying to
convince you, can’t I?”
Janeway laughed, “even though you know it will never work, of course
you can. I like the
attention.” Chakotay grinned and kissed her.
“Now, um, if you don’t mind.”
“I know, you’re needed on the Bridge.”
“Yeah.”

“Commander! It’s about time you got here,” Lt. Nirose grinned at him.

“It’s not nice to talk to your commanding officers like that,”
Chakotay shot back. “So
what was the problem?”
“Oh, just a problem with some security codes,” Nirose said
nonchalantly, “but we fixed
it.” She looked up. “However, I’m getting ready to go off duty, so I
shall relinquish command of
the Bridge to you.” She handed several padds to the dumbstruck Chakotay,
and strode quietly off
the Bridge. With a chuckle, Chakotay turn and went down to his seat in the
command level.

The next day Nirose stood nervously in front of her Captain. Janeway
was glued to a cup
of coffee, ignoring her. Calle cleared her throat. Janeway looked up.
“Oh, you’re still here. I’m sorry, is there something else you need
to discuss?” Janeway
set the coffee down and leaned back in her chair.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Nirose asked.
Janeway sighed. “Lieutenant.” She paused, smiling. “Why would I
mind? It’s only a
slight detour. In fact, it’s not really a detour because there’s some
supplies we need to get to
repair what we salvaged of the Encanta.” Nirose nodded finally.
“All right, just making sure.”
“Dismissed, again.” Nirose nodded, and exited the Ready Room.
Janeway chuckled, and
retrieved her coffee mug. Her comm-channel beeped, and Janeway pressed the
side of the
monitor.
“Yes, Doctor?”
The Doctor looked irritated. “How much longer do you want me to hold
him down
here?”
Janeway gave him an innocent look. “Who?”
“Your… roomie.”
“Oh, Chakotay. How did he check out?”
“Fine. Fit a horse. Maybe in better condition, actually. Either
way, your orders to keep
him in here seem until he is *better* seem unsupportable.”
“Funny,” Janeway looked away from the monitor with a devilish grin on
her face, “it
seemed like he was in a lot of pain this morning.”
“He wasn’t that willing to tell me exactly where it hurt.”
“I’d imagine not.”
“Admiral, are you trying to get some sort of revenge on the
Commander?”
“What would make you say that?”
“Just curious.”
“Not really.”
The Doctor sighed. “May I release him?”
“Is he ill?”
“No.”
“Then I see no reason to hold him.”
The Doctor sighed again and rolled his eyes. “As you wish.”
Janeway cut the line, and chuckled again.

A few hours later, a door chimed.
“Come iiiiiin,” came the reply.
Calle Nirose stepped carefully into Aries Healy’s quarters.
“Aries? Why is it so dark?”
“I was asleep,” Healy replied. Nirose found him seated on his bed.
She sat down next to
him.
“How are you feeling?”
“Are you going to mother me?”
“Maybe,” Nirose said lightly. Healy quirked a smile, and pulled her
closer for a kiss.
“Your hair looks better,” Nirose commented, rubbing his ridged nose.
“You’re not the first person to say that,” Healy smiled.
“How many other women have you had in your bed today?”
“None,” Healy shook his head, “but the Captain came by earlier to
check on me.”
“Uh huh,” Nirose sat up. “Um, Aries?”
“Yeah?”
“You don’t mind if we don’t see each other for a few days, do you?”
Healy froze. “What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s just that Captain Janeway gave me permission to go to
Earth for a week to take
the exams I needed to become a Lieutenant Commander,” Nirose said
nonchalantly. Healy’s
eyebrow’s rose.
“Is that so? Wow, you’re certainly moving up in the world.”
“I try,” Nirose said. “So you don’t mind?”
“No, of course not,” Healy smiled, “it’s not like I’ll go totally
crazy with missing you or
anything.”
“I was hoping you would,” Nirose quipped drily.

Later, Janeway sat at her desk in her quarters. A pair of hands
clapped over her eyes.
“Guess who?”
Janeway breathed a laugh, her hands going to those over her eyes.
“Let me guess…
Harry? Lt. Healy? Tom?” She pulled the hands away. “No wait, the hands
are too big. It could
only be…” Janeway set the hands down and turned in her seat to receive a
kiss from Chakotay.
“Chakotay, of course.”
“I can’t believe you thought I was your fly-boy ex,” Chakotay grinned.
Janeway
chuckled.
“After last night..”
“You are so cruel,” Chakotay sat down in the other chair. “Keeping me
locked up with
that hologram all day.”
“You deserved it,” Janeway smirked.
“You’re too much for me.”
“You didn’t seem to think so last night,” Janeway said lightly.
Chakotay’s eyebrow’s
rose.
“True. But guess what.”
“What?”
“You get to spend tomorrow in Sickbay.” Janeway laughed giddily as
Chakotay pulled
her out her chair and carried her off.

A few days later, the Voyager stopped at a science station.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving me,” Aries moaned.
“I’m going to be coming back!” Calle laughed. Aries sighed.
“Promise?”
Called laughed again, “yes, of course.”
“Okay.”
Janeway stood near the controls to the transporter. “Don’t worry
Lieutenant, I made her
promise to take any new jobs while on Earth.”
Aries nodded half-heartedly.
“You become quite the wimp when you’re alone, don’t you?” T’gana said
snippily.
“Get a boyfriend,” Aries shot back.
“Grow up,” retorted the Vulcan. Janeway sighed.
“Do I have to separate you two?” she asked. Calle cleared her throat.
“Don’t worry Captain,” she said, taking T’gana’s arm. “We’re going
now.” Aries made a
face at T’gana, who made a rude comment back at him.
“Ensign, get a grip on your emotions while you’re gone, please,”
Janeway sighed. T’gana
raised a brow.
“I know that your comment was made in jest, Captain, but you know that
is exactly why I
am going.”
Janeway stifled a groan. “Just go please.”
Lt. Nirose and Ensign Nugui stepped onto the transporter pad.
“We’ll be seeing you again in a week, Calle. Three weeks, Ensign.”
They nodded. The
transporter dissolved them and took them off to the station. Janeway cast
a glance at Healy as
she exited the transporter room.
She muttered under her breath as leaving, “Would anyone else like to
abandon ship for self
improvement?”

Later that day, Janeway sat in her ready room. Voyager was still at
the science station, to
allow Engineering to get some supplies and have a few systems checked. The
transport that
would take Nirose to Earth and Nugui to Vulcan had left just a few minutes
ago. Janeway was in
the middle of smirking her way through an announcement about the situation
between the
Klingons and the Nevians when there was a beep and a light blinked in the
corner of the screen. It
was a communications request. She accepted it, and sat up in surprise.
“Tuvok! Well, this certainly is a surprise. It’s good to see you
again. It’s been awhile,
hasn’t it?”
“We last spoke at your retirement ceremony eight months ago,” Tuvok
said.
“It has been awhile then. What’ve you been up to?”
“I have been teaching a class on Vulcan for emotional control,” Tuvok
raised a brow at
Janeway’s laugh. “What do you find humorous about my teaching an emotional
control class?”
“Nothing, Tuvok. You wouldn’t happen to be teaching a nine day course
next week,
would you?”
“Indeed I am.”
“Well, be sure to take good care of an Ensign Nugui,” Janeway smiled.
“I will,” Tuvok said after a thoughtful moment. “I was unaware that
you had came out of
retirement.”
“I didn’t realize that I hadn’t told you,” Janeway said
apologetically. Tuvok nodded.
“How did you find out?”
“I spoke to a friend who informed me on your… activities at Nevis
Prime.” Janeway
sighed.
“I’d say I hoped you didn’t harbor any ill feelings towards me, but
that would be illogical,
wouldn’t it?”
Tuvok made a thoughtful noise. “Admiral, how is the Commander?”
“So you heard about that too.”
“The son of my friend is stationed on your ship.”
“Ah, I see,” Janeway smiled. “You’ve been keeping tabs on me.”
“You might call it that.”
“What else has your friend told you?”
“Nothing else pertaining to you. However…”
“You’d like me to fill you in on my activities.”
“Yes.”
Janeway sighed with a smile, and leaned back in her seat.
“Well Tuvok, I got a divorce from Tom.”
“I was hoping that was the case.”
She didn’t press the point. “Then, I went to Florida with Chakotay.
Then we went to a
shipyard where the Voyager-C was. I was offered the captaincy, and took
it. Voyager got
involved with the problem at Nevis, and Chakotay and I got into an
argument. After it was
resolved, he asked me to marry him.”
Tuvok raised an eyebrow. “And?”
“You think there’s more to the story?”
“I am assuming there is.”
Janeway sighed. “I said no.”
“I am sure that you had good reason to decline.”
Janeway tapped the desktop nervously. “Well, I was afraid Tuvok. I
know you have
some memory of what that’s like.”
“Unfortunately, yes, I do.”
“After Tom, I’m just not sure I can go through all the marriage
business again.”
“I understand.”
“We’re just going to live in sin forever, I guess,” Janeway smirked.
“There is nothing wrong with living with your significant other.”
“I know that.”
“Is there anything else that I should know?”
“You always were nosy, weren’t you?” Janeway sighed. Tuvok said
nothing to the fact.
They spoke for a bit more about what he had been doing, and then closed the
channel. Janeway
stretched, and checked the chronometer.
“Almost lunch time,” Janeway murmured to the room, “I’ll go see what
B’Elanna is
doing.”

“Anyhow, I’m so nervous T’gana, I’m not sure if I’ll even pass it. Do
you think I’ll pass
it?” Calle Nirose peered inquiringly at T’gana. Calle had been talking
almost non-stop since the
transport had left.
“I believe that you’re chances of passing are high.”
Calle breezed past the affirmation, “that is such a Vulcan response.
I don’t see why you
have to get such control over your emotions anyways.”
“I don’t see why you have to get higher rank,” T’gana said drily.
Calle paused.
“True,” she continued, “but why do Vulcans have to go and suppress all
their emotions
anyways?”
“We just do,” T’gana said.
Calle fidgeted in her chair. “And that Pon Farr thing! I don’t see
why you can’t have sex
like normal people.”
T’gana rose to her feet. “I fail to see why humans think that their
habits should be the
base for everyone else’s.” She keyed the door and left their small cabin.
Calle stood also, cocked
her head and blinked.
“I didn’t say that!” she cried, following the Vulcan out of the room.
“You are trying to make me crazy, aren’t you?” T’gana asked as they
went down to the
hall. Calle sigh.
“Well, not exactly.”
“Well, it’s not going to work!” T’gana looked almost flushed. As it
was, her dark skin
had turned a shade darker. Calle huffed, and continued following T’gana.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your non-existent feelings,” Calle
said sharply. T’gana
glared at her.
Calle raised her hands in surrender. “Just kidding!”

Back on the not quite so sane ship of Voyager, Lt. Healy was fidgeting
in his seat. He’d
been doing this for some time, and was about to drive one of his commanding
officers insane.
Janeway had noticed that as of late, a certain helm officer had been
extremely distracted
while on duty. Aries Healy, in fact, had been like this ever since Voyager
had dropped of Lt.
Nirose and Ensign Nugui two days prior. For nearly half an hour Janeway
had watched him with
an amused, and yet bothered, smile. Chakotay entered the Bridge and sat
down next to her.
Healy mis-struck a key and his console beeped at him.
Janeway rose to her feet, and cleared her throat.
“Mr. Healy, may I please speak with you in my Ready Room?”
Aries looked up at her with a guilty expression, and then followed
Janeway to her office.
Once the door shut behind him, Janeway turned to Aries.
“Lieutenant,” you’ve seem distracted today. Is there something
wrong?” Janeway wore
her “captain’s mask”, keeping the smile off her face. Healy smiled though.
“Um, actually ma’am, it’s about Lt. Nirose.”
“What about her.”
“I miss her!”
Janeway cracked a sympathetic smile. “I see.”
Healy nodded.
“It’s alright, Lieutenant, I can understand how you feel.”
“Its terrible ma’am.”
“I know. But she will be back on board in five days; so I would
appreciate it if you paid a
bit more attention to your duties.”
Healy flushed, and nodded again. “Of course, ma’am.”
“And quit calling me “ma’am”,” Janeway smiled. Healy returned the
smile.
“Yes… Captain.”
“Dismissed.”
Janeway watched Healy return to the Bridge, and shook her head with a
wistful smile.
The door chimed.
“Enter.”
Torres entered the Ready Room slowly.
“Something wrong?” Janeway stood.
Torres smiled and shook her head. “No, I’m alright.” They sat down.

“Nausea?” Janeway queried.
“Just a little,” Torres admitted. “That and a stiff back.” She
raised the padd she was
holding.
“The systems check?” Torres nodded, wincing as she stretched to hand
it across the desk
to Janeway.
“You could have had someone bring this down, B’Elanna,” Janeway
sighed. Torres
shook her head.
“I wanted an excuse to get out of there,” she smiled. “We need more
women in
Engineering. They’re not so… careful.” She shifted in the chair. “You
don’t mind if I just sit
here for a bit?”
“Make yourself comfortable,” Janeway said, looking at the padd.
“You wouldn’t have a pillow, would you?” Torres grinned. “So, how are
you and
Chakotay?”
“All right.”
“He’s not taking being rejected too badly?”
Janeway shook her head.
“I know if he’d been Harry, he would have melted.” They laughed.
“So what’s this about the men in Engineering being over-sensitive?”
Torres sighed, “they won’t let me do anything! They’re so afraid that
I’m going to hurt
myself.”
“You should appreciate it.”
“I do.. I did at first, at least. But when we were installing new
components in the
computer the other day, I wasn’t allowed near them!”
“Well, some day you’ll appreciate it again.”
“Like when I’m too big to move?” Torres said sarcastically.
“Sounds about right.”
“Well, could you maybe talk to Chakotay and get him to put more women
on my shift?”
“Hey, he’s your friend too. You talk to him.”
“Aren’t you just the nicest.”
“I tend to think so,” Janeway grinned. “Would you like me to leave
you there or have you
rolled back down to Engineering?”
“I can take a hint,” Torres rolled her eyes with a smile. “Help me
up?”
“Of course. I can’t just leave you there stranded like a beached-”
“Don’t say it!”

“Need someone to talk to?”
Aries Healy looked up at the voice. Lt. Demamos, the quiet Security
chief, was standing
there with his lunch try.
“Go right ahead,” Healy sighed.
“I bet I know what’s wrong with you,” John Demamos said.
“You probably do,” Healy said, stirring his soup absently.
“You… miss Lt. Nirose.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“You didn’t sit still for more than twenty-eight seconds when you were
on the Bridge this
morning.”
“Are you really that bored?”
“Lately? Yes.”
“Me too.”
“Have you ever heard the Captain snore?”
Aries stared at Demamos for a moment, and shook his head. “No. When
did she snore?”
“She didn’t,” grinned Demamos, “I was just wondering if maybe she did
when I wasn’t
around.”
“Are you normally this weird?”
“Yes, I am,” John nodded seriously. “I just don’t talk on the
Bridge.”
“Why not?”
“It was a big no-no on the last ship I was on. If the Captain was on
the Bridge, you
couldn’t even whisper unless he asked you a question.”
“That’s awfully strict.” John shrugged.
“I was only on that ship two months. I don’t think the Captain liked
me.”
“What do you think of Janeway?”
John shrugged again. “Better than any other I’ve had.”
“The first two that I had on this ship were okay, but Captain Janeway
seems to have a
different outlook on things.”
“How’s that?”
“She’s… more open to the crew. The others tried to isolate
themselves.”
“She might have used to have been like that. But I guess out in the
Delta Quadrant, away
from regulations and stuff, she learned to change.”
Aries titled his head thoughtfully. “Maybe.”
“Did you hear about her and the Commander?”
“What about?”
“He asked her to marry him, but she turned him down.”
“He certainly took it well.”
“Yeah.”
“It probably had something to do with her ex,” John said.
“Her ex?”
“Ex-husband. Tom Paris, a fly-boy like you. They were married, but a
little after she
retired they got divorced.”
“Where’d you learn all this?”
“Here and there,” John said, “from the Doctor, and from TK.”
“Oh.”
“Love is like a scorpion sting, Aries. No matter how hard you try to
avoid it, if you go
and don’t watch your step in the middle of the night, you’re gonna get
stung.”
“Interesting. Who said that?”
“I just did.”
“You are weird.”
“Thank you.”

“I saw the strangest thing today in the mess hall.”
“What?” Janeway looked up from the book she was reading. It was the
same book, in
fact, that she had been reading when Chakotay had paid her that first visit
only a few weeks
before. Janeway still hadn’t finished it. At the rate she was going, she
never would.
“John Demamos.”
“Okay, he’s weird, but what so weird about seeing him?”
“He was talking to Lt. Healy.”
“He was talking to Aries?”
“Yeah.”
“He was talking to *anyone*?” Janeway laughed. “He barely even talks
on the Bridge.”
“I know.”
“What were they talking about?”
“I didn’t hear.”
“You should’ve tried harder.”
“I was just going in to get a drink for B’Elanna.”
“What, she couldn’t get her own?” Janeway grinned.
“I was sent to get it for her by someone in Engineering.”
“Was it a guy?”
“How’d you know?”
“B’Elanna was complaining again today about being pampered and not
being allowed to
do her job.”
“Sometimes I worry about her.”
“Mainly when she complains about being pampered?”
“Mainly.”
“Probably because Harry isn’t the pampering sort,” Janeway said.
“He’s more of the
cowardly worshiping type.”
“That’s a good description of him if I ever heard one.”
“Chakotay?”
“What?”
“Pamper me.”
“Fat chance.”
Janeway socked him with her pillow.
“Alright! I’m pampering. What would you like first, your Majesty?”
“Coffee.”
“What else?”

A few days later, Voyager returned from its brief patrol to Earth to
collect Nirose. They
would then head out to Vulcan to get and new and improved, de-emotionalized
Nugui, and start
out on a longer patrol.
Shortly after averting Voyager’s course, Torres found herself down in
Sickbay. Being drooled on. Holographically. Again.
And she didn’t like it.
One bit!
Honestly!

“Oh, c’mon, Doc, I can’t believe you.”
“It was an accident! I think,” Doc twitched nervously and leered at
B’Elanna. She sighed.
“Really? How did this happen?”
From his seat on a biobed the Doctor shrugged. “Got me.”
“What, did you let yourself be chased by a pack of wild dogs in the
holodeck?”
“Maybe.”
B’Elanna grumbled to herself. “Torres to Captain Janeway.”
“Janeway here.”
“We have a… problem.”
“Where?”
“Sickbay, where else?”
“Is it serious? I’m kinda busy.” B’Elanna heard laughter in the
background. Janeway snorted. “Quit! That tickles!”
“Captain?”
“Uh, yes, B’Elanna. The problem in Sickbay…?”
“The problem is with the Doc’s program. He seems to have contracted a
holographic strain of rabies.”
“Rabies?”
“Yes. But I think it was an excuse to drag me away from work I need to be
doing and make me come down here so he could flirt.”
“Let me speak to the Doctor.”
“Transferring…”
“What the hell did you do Doctor?”
“Pardon me?”
“What did you do?” Janeway’s voice was stern.
“Um…”
“Doctor, B’Elanna was in the middle of upgrading the comm relays. I don’t
think she needed to be bothered.”
“But this is serious…”
“Then I will come down there to tend to you.” B’Elanna heard Chakotay
groan in the background. “We’ll see just what your problem is.”
“Thank you Captain.”
“You’re welcome, B’Elanna.”
“Torres out.”

“Sneaky little creep aren’t you?” Janeway sneered at the Doctor as she
looked at the computer screen.
“Whatever are you referring to?” Doc ignored the sneer.
“Don’t play stupid.” Janeway sighed, rubbing her nose. She and Chakotay
had been in the middle of… well, what they had been doing wasn’t
important. They had been interrupted, again. The first time had been by
Healy requesting from the Bridge some time off. Janeway had grudgingly
given it to him; mainly to just get him out of her hair.
“Do you see this line of code?” Janeway pointed at a line of letters and
numbers.
“Yes.”
“Alpha-red-red-42356-ttedgvvvadllv578. Sound familiar?”
“Should it?”
Janeway resisted the urge to slug the hologram. “It’s a line of code that
causes the symptoms of rabies in a holographic person or certain
holographic animals.”
“Oh.”
“Doc, you need a love life.”
“Do I?”
“Yes,” Janeway sighed, tapping several keys. The Doctor’s image flickered
briefly, and then returned to normal.
“Thank you,” the Doctor said softly.
“Why don’t you go talk to Sandrine?”
“That woman?”
“Yes. I think she likes you.” The Doctor sighed.
“As you wish, Captain.”
“Try and leave B’Elanna alone unless its… really important.”
“I will.” She could have sworn he pouted. With a shrug, Janeway turned
and went back to her room to return to bed.

Two days later, Voyager arrived at Earth. Janeway sighed as she looked
out a window down to the globe that drifted below the ship. Chakotay
nudged her by the elbow and they continued down the hall to the transporter
room. Inside Aries Healy was waiting, excitedly hopping from foot to foot.
“Calm down, Lieutenant,” Janeway smiled.
“Captain!” Healy hadn’t seemed to notice Janeway and Chakotay entering the
room. The ensign working the transporters snorted a laugh.
“A bit eager, are we?” Chakotay said. Healy grinned, and nodded.
“I missed her a lot, sir.”
“I realize that,” Chakotay smiled. Janeway made her way up next to the
ensign.
“Is she ready on the other end?”
“Aye,” the ensign nodded.
“All right then,” Janeway patted the ensign’s shoulder and then went back
around the console. “Beam her up.”
A few beeps from the transporter console later, Calle Nirose materialized
on the transporter pad. Calle laughed as Healy scooped her up in a
welcoming bear hug.
*She seemed to glow from hips to pips
And oh the smile on her lips!*
As Healy set Nirose down, Janeway turned to them.
“Well?” her voice held many questions. Calle’s face sobered at the
question.
After a moment, Nirose broke into a grin.
“You are now looking at Lt. Commander Calle Nirose.”

END EPISODE SEVEN

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Going Home: Voyager Home

Star Trek: Voyager
Series Title: “Going Home”
Story Title: Voyager Home
Rating: PG-13
Codes: J/C
Author: Sean Clark-McCarthy

Summary: Voyager faces life, Death, and Romulans, on it’s journey home.

Disclaimer: All material of/and/or relating to Star Trek: Voyager is Copyright Paramount Pictures. No profit is intended
on this story. Please feel free to distribute this, but please leave the above information intact.

Chapter 1

The Federation Starships Voyager and Enterprise flew side by side in the transwarp conduit. The two ships had been in
the conduit for 6 days and they were nearly to Sector 001, where Voyager was scheduled to dock for a complete overhaul.
Word spread quickly throughout Voyager of the situation, and morale was quickly boosted.
Captain Janeway was on the bridge calmly chatting with Chakotay while mentally going over what she wanted to do when
she got back to Earth. First on her list was to beam to New Berlin on the moon to see Mark. Had he gone on with his life?
Or had he waited for her? Then she wanted to go to Costa Del Sol on Earth to relax and enjoy being home while her ship was
being refitted. Janeway was in the middle of a trance when she became aware that Chakotay was speaking to her.
“Captain?” Chakotay said as he gently shook her shoulders.
“What is it Commander?” Janeway asked, curious as to his motives.
“Just checking to see if you are all right. You dozed off for a minute there–maybe you should get some sleep.”
Chakotay suggested.
“Maybe you’re right, I should get some sleep,” she said as she got up from her chair and started to walk to the
turbolift. “You have the Bridge, Commander.” Janeway approached the turbolift doors, and pressed the call button. The
doors opened to the turboshaft, but there was no lift. The lights on the bridge flickered and died.
“Computer, engage emergency lighting,” Janeway commanded.
“Unable to comply,” the computer stated blandly.
“Ensign Kim, report,” Janeway asked as she felt her way, slowly back down to the command deck.
“All major systems are failing, Captain.” Kim reported. Janeway felt a knot tighten around her heart at his words.
‘Now what were they to do?’ she asked herself. They were almost home. What could be going wrong? She tapped her
commbadge, and got nothing. She found her way back to the command chair, and sat down while she tried to calm herself.
“Ensign, cut all power to the warp core,” Janeway ordered.
“The computer is not responding, Captain,” Kim said, clearly afraid.
Only the lights of the control panels lit the room. As dark as it was, Starfleet training kicked in and they could
still do their jobs. The ship started to buck and rattle. She felt as if she herself were going to shake apart.
Not now, Janeway thought. This couldn’t happen now, not when she was so close to keeping her promise to her crew.

“Captain, Voyager is slowing, main power has been overloaded, all systems are failing,” Data said, extremely concerned
by what that meant. “Captain, she’s going to tear herself apart. The engines are still running, but she’s slowing,” Data
reported, sounding a little confused.
“Options?” Picard asked.
“What about her command codes?” Troi suggested. “Can’t we shut her down remotely?”
“Good suggestion, counselor. Data, make it so,” Picard ordered.
“Captain, the main power to Voyager’s warp core has been cut,” Data said, surprised. “She is dropping out of transwarp
to impulse power.”
“Good work, Mr. Data,” Picard commended.
“Sir, it was not my doing, Voyager’s computers were frozen and would not accept the command codes,” Data said blandly.

Sitting in the dark aboard Voyager, Janeway was relieved to feel the ship slowing. The lights came back on and the
ship’s systems were restored to normal. Janeway tried her commbadge again, and got the familiar chirp.
“Janeway to B’Elanna.”
“Captain, this is Carey. Lieutenant Torres was just beamed to sickbay. A plasma conduit blew in her face right after
she took the warp core off-line,” Carey reported.
“Will she be all right?” Janeway asked.
“I don’t know, Captain,” Carey said, uncertain as to who she was talking about–the ship or Torres.
“What happened down there?” Janeway asked.
“The transwarp drive overloaded the main power coupling because Voyager’s engines weren’t designed to handle the
stress the transwarp drive was putting on them,” Carey stated.
“Very well, keep me informed.”
“Aye Captain,” he said.
“Ensign Kim, where are we?” Janeway asked.
“We are approximately 1,000 light years inside Romulan space,” Kim said, surprised.
“Is the cloaking device still engaged?” Chakotay asked quickly.
“No sir, the cloaking device is off-line, and we are adrift,” Kim stated.
“Janeway to Engineering, we need that cloak back on-line immediately.”
“Aye Captain,” Carey said over the comm system.
“Captain, the Enterprise is hailing us,” Kim reported.
“On screen.”
Picard’s familiar face appeared on the viewer. “Is everything all right, Captain? Do you require assistance?” Picard
asked.
“The transwarp drive overloaded our main power. We were able to cut power to the warp core, but the cloaking device
seems to be malfunctioning. I would appreciate an engineering team to assist my staff.”
“Very well, I’ll send one over immediately. Picard out.”
“Harry, set up a dampening field to mask our presence here,” Janeway ordered.
As Voyager hung in space adrift in hostile territory, the Enterprise decloaked just long enough to allow transport of
the engineering team. Janeway waited for the worst to hit Voyager, but that might have already happened. If the Romulans
found *two* federation ships in their territory with cloaking devices, it would surely start a war that the Federation
didn’t have time to deal with.

Chapter 2

Meanwhile, in a Romulan listening post, 250 light years away…

“Commander,” said the Romulan technician, “I am picking up some strange readings 250 light years from here.”
“What is it?” The Romulan commander asked.
“I don’t know, sir. A Federation starship appeared on sensors, then another, then both disappeared,” the technician
reported.
The Commander thought a while about this and then said, “Dispatch a scout ship to investigate immediately.”
A small five-man scout ship slid out of the space doors of the Romulan listening post. Once it cleared the space
doors, the ship shimmered as it cloaked. The ship took off at warp 5 to intercept the anomalous readings.
“Helm, scan the region continuously. How long until intercept?” the Romulan commander asked.
“We have approximately .5 hours until interception,” said the helmsman.

Back on Voyager…

“Doctor to Janeway,” said the Doctor.
“Janeway here.”
“Please report to sickbay. I need to speak with you about something,” the Doctor said.
“Very well, Doctor. On my way, Janeway out.”
A couple minutes later Janeway entered sickbay and looked for the doctor. He was in his office as usual; B’Elanna was
on the biobed. Janeway walked into the Doctor’s office, “You wanted to see me?” She asked.
“Yes, Captain,” the Doctor said. “Please have a seat.”
Janeway didn’t know how to react or what to do, so she took a seat as the doctor had requested. “What’s this about,
doctor?” Janeway asked quietly.
“I have some disturbing news,” the doctor started. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully. “Lieutenant Torres
has extensive burns throughout her body, and she is also bleeding internally. I don’t think she’ll make it through the
night.”
Janeway gasped in shock as her hand covered her mouth. She slumped back in her chair and nearly started to cry. “Is
there anything you can do?” Janeway asked the doctor, nearly choking on the last words.
“I’m afraid not. I’ve exhausted every means that I have to try and repair the damage, but it just keeps spreading.”
Janeway didn’t know what to do. “May I see her?” she finally asked.
“Of course,” the doctor said as he got up from his chair and walked out of his office, Janeway close on his heels.
The Doctor went over to the hypospray station and retrieved one. Janeway walked to the side of the biobed. The doctor
raised the hypospray and released the drug into B’Elanna’s system. B’Elanna opened her eyes slowly and started to get up.
Janeway put a hand down to restrain her.
“Don’t try to move, B’Elanna, you’re very weak,” Janeway said. “Doctor, would you give us a minute?” she asked, but
somehow it came out sounding like an order.
The doctor nodded and went back to his office. Janeway returned her attention back to B’Elanna. “You took quite a
hit down there. The ship owes you one,” she told her, Janeway’s eyes started to water and she forced herself to hold back
the tears.
“What’s the matter, Captain?” B’Elanna said, almost whispering.
“You’re hurt, The Doctor says that you won’t make it. You are bleeding internally, you are also burned up pretty bad.”
B’Elanna looked as if she was going to bust into tears.
“Would you like me to do anything?” Janeway asked her.
She nodded, “Could you call Tom, and Chakotay?”
Janeway tapped her combadge, “Janeway to Paris and Chakotay. Report to Sickbay immediately.”
“Thank you,” B’Elanna struggled to get out.
“B’Elanna, Let me just say, you were … the finest officer I have had the privilege of working with … you will be
missed … by all,” Janeway blurted out. After that, the tears just started rolling. Janeway hugged B’Elanna as she said
goodbye. B’Elanna’s grip slowly slipped, until it stopped completely, B’Elanna fell back to her bed and looked up at the
Captain.
“You are the finest person I’ve had the pleasure of meeting besides Chakotay. I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve given
you… and Captain,” B’Elanna whispered, her voice getting weaker and weaker, “Thank … you, for giving … me a …
chance,” B’Elanna said as her head fell to the side, and all the life left her body. The Doctor rushed out of his office
and checked for a pulse from either heart.
There was none.
Janeway stood at attention just letting the tears roll off her cheeks, and turned away from the biobed.
“I’m sorry, Captain, she’s dead.”
Tom and Chakotay walked in together from the corridor. Chakotay was the first to speak.
“Captain, What’s the…” Chakotay said noticing the tears on her face. He stopped short when he saw B’Elanna on the
Biobed.
Tom walked over to the biobed as soon as he saw her. “Is she?” he couldn’t bring himself to say the words. The
Doctor nodded the answer.
“Captain, it will be alright. I’m here for you.” He said as he embraced her in his arms.
“Thank you Chakotay.” She returned his hug.
Janeway gained some composure and walked out of Sickbay towards the Bridge. ‘There’s some truth to the saying, You
don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.’ Janeway thought to herself. She got on the turbolift and the doors shut
behind her.

Chapter 3

The Turbolift doors opened and out stepped the Captain and Chakotay.
Janeway and Chakotay took their seats.
“Janeway to all hands, I would like a moment of silence to honor a great friend and comrade who died today to save us
all … B’Elanna Torres was an important member of our crew who will be sorely missed. Memorial services will be held in
two days at 1200 hours. Janeway out.” Janeway turned towards Chakotay and said, “I’m so sorry.” She reached over to hug.

After the commotion on the bridge died down, Janeway contacted Engineering.
“Carey here.”
“Carey, you are the Temporary Chief of Engineering, how far along are repairs?”
“We are almost done. I’d give it another hour and a half.”
“Carry on, Janeway out.”
“Captain, may I see you for a minute,” came Tuvok’s voice from across the bridge.
Janeway got up and walked to the tactical station. “What is it Mr. Tuvok?”
“I have been reading a spatial anomaly in a circular pattern for the past 5 minutes,” Tuvok stated.
“Romulans,” Janeway concluded. “Ensign Kim, contact the Enterprise on a secure channel, and let them know of this new
development. Mr. Paris, move us 15 light years from this location at 3/4 impulse.”
“Aye Captain.”
“Captain, that would be inadvisable,” came Tuvok’s voice.” The sudden movement of our vessel, if in fact they are
looking for us, would alarm them.”
“Good point. Mr. Paris, belay that order.”
“The Enterprise is hailing us, Captain,” Kim called.
“On screen.”
“Captain, do NOT engage the cloaking device while the Romulan vessel is out there,” Picard said.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Janeway said playfully.
“Mr. Data is transmitting a cover story for you in case they *do* become interested in you.”
“Very well, Janeway out.” she paused, “Commander, contact engineering and find out if we can make it back to Earth at
Warp 9 in a reasonable amount of time. You have the Bridge. I’ll be in my ready room going over the ‘Cover Story’,” she
finished as she got out of her seat and proceeded towards her ready room.
“Aye, Aye, Captain,” she heard behind her.

Chapter 4

The Romulan vessel circled the Federation Starship. Once in range the Romulans had run a visual scan to determine
what exactly was out there. They were very surprised to find a Federation starship.
“Comm, contact Korani’ria, inform them of the situation and ask for orders,” the Romulan sub-commander ordered.
The comm officer did as he was told. A few minutes later they received a response.
“We have dispatched a Warbird to intercept the starship–do not let it leave the area,” said the Station’s commander
over the commlink.
“Of course, we will take the appropriate actions.”

The cloaked Warbird received their orders and headed towards the location. They were 647 light years away and would
reach the coordinates in 2.75 hours.

One hour later…

“Carey to Captain,”
“Go ahead, Carey.”
“We have finished making repairs to the transwarp drive and ships systems, but we are still trying to recover the
cloaking device,” he said.
“Very well–you have about two hours to complete repairs to the cloak. Keep me informed. Janeway out.”
The bridge was bustling with people moving about completing their duties. The Captain was going over duty logs of the
personnel. Commander Chakotay was going over the ship’s weapons systems with Tuvok. Paris was just sitting at his post
staring at the viewscreen. He was still in shock over the news of B’Elanna’s death. His eyes were extremely red and he
looked as if the dam holding back the tears was about to burst. God, how he had loved her. He had been planning on asking
her if she wanted to go to the Beach in Tyco City. ‘Guess that will never happen.’ He continued to stare at the
viewscreen while adjusting the ship’s course to keep them in a steady position.
“Carey to Janeway,” Carey’s voice cut in over the comm.
“Janeway here.”
“Repairs to the cloak are complete,” Carey said. Janeway could tell he was smiling, from the tone in his voice.
“That was quick, Lieutenant.”
“Turns out it was just a loose power cable. We are bringing the warp core back online now.”
“Good work, Janeway out. Mr. Tuvok, are our friends still out there?”
“Yes Captain, the Romulans are still circling us,” Tuvok said as Chakotay took his seat next to Janeway.
Janeway thought a moment, planning their next move. “Ensign Kim, get me on ship to ship with the Enterprise, secure
channel please,”
After a brief pause, he said, “Channel open, Captain.”
“Captain Picard, we are ready for departure,” Janeway smiled into the viewscreen.
“Good…” Picard said.
“Captain, the Romulans have broken their circular pattern and are headed towards us,” Tuvok said suddenly.
“Have they detected the Enterprise?” Captain Janeway asked.
He checked his readings. “Negative.”
“We’ll get back to you, Captain,” Janeway said to the viewscreen.
“Very well, Picard out,” he said before the viewscreen blinked back to a backdrop of the stars.
“Red alert, raise shields, and bring all weapons systems online,” Janeway said. Seconds later she was thrown to the
deck as the ship took a heavy barrage of fire.

Chapter 5

“Commander, the Hib’os has just sent word that the Federation Starship is powering their engines. They are preparing
to depart.”
“Helm, go to maximum warp. How long till interception?”
“At maximum warp, it will take us about–” the helmsman paused, “27 earth minutes, sir.”
“Once we have entered weapons range, drop cloak and hail the Federation starship.”
“Aye sir.”

“Damage report,” yelled Chakotay.
“Shields at 87%,” Ensign Kim yelled back in response.
Chakotay knelt beside Janeway, checking her pulse. She was out cold, but alive. She had hit her head on the corner of
the steps leading to the lower deck. “Bridge to the Doctor, medical emergency, beam the Captain directly to sickbay.”
Janeway’s body disappeared with the whine of the transporter beam. The ship rocked again as another volley hit her
shields.
“Shields to 81%.”
“That’s it, ready aft photon torpedoes 1 and 2. Tom, evasive pattern Alpha Omega 1.”
“Torpedoes ready, Commander,” Tuvok’s voice announced as a science station behind Chakotay erupted in sparks.
“Target their weapons systems.”
“Weapons locked on target.”
“Fire torpedoes.”
Four torpedoes erupted from the battered Voyager. Three struck their target, while the fourth went astray.
“Their weapons are at 47%,” Tuvok stated.
“Lock all weapons systems on to their shield generators,” Chakotay ordered before the ship took another hit, less
severe than the previous.
“Weapons locked.”
“Tom, bring us about, attack pattern Gamma Beta Charlie.”
“Coming about.” Voyager did an inverse loop and rolled before heading straight for the Romulan vessel.
“Fire,” Chakotay yelled with vigor.
Phasers from all arrays and four torpedoes struck the Romulan vessel, sending it into a spiral. The ship blew apart,
sending debris in all directions.
“Stand down red alert. Damage report.”
“Shields are at 68%, and there is some damage to the starboard nacelle,” Ensign Borlak reported from the Engineering
station.
“What kind of damage?” asked Chakotay.
“The angel joint is jammed, sir.”
“What does that mean, Ensign?”
“It means we can’t create a warp bubble because the nacelle can’t take the position it needs,” Tom Paris answered for
her.
“Damn,” Chakotay swore as he slammed his fist down on the armrest of the captain’s chair.

Chapter 6

In sickbay, the captain sat up, and winced in pain as she brought her hand to her head. “What happened?” she asked
the doctor as he headed her way.
“What makes you think I know, the bridge rarely keeps me informed on happenings,” the doctor said a little perturbed.
“I’m assuming we were attacked based on the jolts the ship took, but by who? I don’t know.”
“The Romulans,” she told him.
“The Romulans? When did we get back to the Alpha Quadrant?”
“No one told you?”
“No, and might I say Captain, that is what bothers me,” he said as he ran his tricorder over her head. “No one ever
tells me what happens on this ship. I may be a hologram but I’m still the Chief Medical Officer on board and…”
“Doctor, I agree with you, and I apologize, but I don’t have time to debate this with you,” she interrupted, and
started to get up off the biobed.
“Where are you going?” the Doctor asked, walking after her.
“To the bridge. I have a ship to command.”
“I refuse to let you leave this sickbay in your condition,” he called after her, but it was too late–she was gone.
“Humpphhh. Computer, download the EMH program into the portable holoemitter,” he said, picking up the holoemitter and
putting it on his arm.
“Download complete.”
He activated the holoemitter, picked up his medkit, and went after her.

The turbolift doors opened and out stepped Janeway, her hair a little ruffled, but other than that, looking fine.
“Glad to see you’re back, Captain,” Chakotay said.
“Thanks, status report.”
“We received little damage in the attack, but the angel joint on the starboard nacelle buckled and will not move.”
Janeway’s face dropped immediately, “Options?” she asked. The bridge was silent.
“There are none, Captain,” Ensign Kim broke the silence.
“I simply won’t accept that,” she responded. “Hail the Enterprise.” The Enterprise’s bridge soon filled the
viewscreen.
“Captain, congratulations, you have a very maneuverable ship there,” Picard said.
Janeway gave Chakotay a look which said ‘What the HELL did you do with my ship?’ “Thank you, Captain. I regret to
inform you that during the attack we sustained damage to the angel joint on the starboard nacelle.”
“How long do you estimate repairs?” Picard asked, not understanding the severity of the situation.
“Captain, we can’t repair it. We would need to take the nacelle off, and replicate a replacement for the angel joint.
That alone would take far more energy than I can spare.”
“Let me consult with my Chief of Engineering. He may have an idea that we can work with. I’ll get back to you, Picard
out.”
“I guess we’ll have to sit tight then,” the Chakotay said.
After a couple of minutes the turbolift doors opened and out strolled the Doctor. “Wow, I’ve never seen the bridge
before. It was really well done, I’d have to say,” he sarcastically mentioned as he walked towards Janeway. “I was not
finished with you.”
“Doctor, this is not the time…”
“Well, then I’ll just have to relieve you of command. Commander Chakotay, under Starfleet regulation…” he started.
“Wait just one minute,” she looked hard at the Doctor, thinking about what to do. “Commander, I’ll be in my ready
room, you have the bridge.” She stood and started to walk towards her ready room, paused and motioned to the door. “After
you,” she stated, her sarcasm easily a match for the hologram’s.

Chapter 7

On board the Enterprise…

“Geordi, Voyager has sustained damage to her angel joint. Is there any way of repairing it without having to take the
nacelle off?” Picard asked his chief engineer.
“I’m not too familiar with the Intrepid’s design, but as far as I know it’s impossible to do that kind of repair in
space. She needs to get back to space dock immediately.”
“Well she can’t get there, so is there anything else we can do?”
“I don’t think so, Captain,” Geordi paused, “but, I have an idea.”
“I thought you would,” Picard smiled back.
“Let me run some tests and I’ll get back to you.”
“You have 30 minutes. We need to get out of here as soon as possible.”
“Then do you mind if I borrow Data for this– he’ll be able to make adjustments faster than I can.”
“Of course,” Picard said, tapping his commbadge. “Picard to Data, report to engineering immediately.”
“On my way, sir.” Data said.

20 minutes later…

“Commander, the Enterprise is hailing us.”
“On screen.”
“Ahh, Commander, we have a possible solution I’d like to discuss with Captain Janeway.”
“Captain, she is having medical treatment at the moment–I could patch you through to her ready room.”
“That would be most appreciated.”
“Hold on one second while I confirm it with her.” Chakotay signaled for Harry to hit mute.
“Muted, Sir.”
Chakotay turned his back to the viewscreen and tapped his commbadge, saying, “Bridge to Janeway.”
“Go ahead Commander,” came the reply.
“Captain Picard would like to speak to you about our present situation. May I transfer the signal to your ready room?”
he asked
“Absolutely not,” the Doctor said before Janeway got a chance to speak.
“Excuse me Doctor, but I’m still the Captain of this ship.”
“And I’m still the CMO of…”
“Computer, deactivate the EMH program,” Janeway interrupted.
“Wait you ca…” the Doctor said before he disappeared and his holoemitter dropped to the floor. Janeway picked it up
and looked towards her desktop computer.
“I just did,” she muttered. “Commander please transfer the call to my ready room.” A few seconds later, Captain Picard
was on her computer. “Captain, what is it you need to discuss?”
“I’ve conferred with my Chief of Engineering, and he believes that we can envelope Voyager into our warp bubble. He is
running tests now to make sure it won’t tear you apart. The only problem that I can see, Captain, is that we would be in
transwarp and not warp. If that becomes a problem however, we can make it back to Federation space in 9 days under normal
warp.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. I’ll make sure that our ship will be able to withstand the conditions. When should we
discuss this again?” she asked him.
“Let’s get back in contact in say, 20 minutes. Geordi should have completed his analysis by then.”
“Agreed. Janeway out” she leaned back in her chair, and held the holoemitter in the air. “Computer, activate the EMH
program,” The doctor reappeared. “Now Doctor, you may continue what you were doing.”
The Doctor stood up and continued working on the Captain.

Chapter 8

“Commander, I am detecting a Romulan Warbird entering this sector,” Tuvok said from his position.
“How long till intercept?”
“Approximately 8 minutes.”
“Tuvok, What is our weapons and Shield status?”
“The aft phaser bank is offline. Shields are at maximum.”
“Bridge to Engineering, we have a Romulan Warbird approaching. How long until the aft phaser array is online?”
“Commander, the aft phaser array will be back in 2 minutes.” Carey reported.
“Mr. Kim, inform the Enterprise. Red Alert. Bring shields and weapons to maximum. Captain Janeway to the Bridge,”
Chakotay ordered.

“There you go, Captain, all done. You may return to the bridge now,” the Doctor told her.
“Well thank you, I trust you can find your way back…” Janeway was interrupted by the red alert klaxons screaming at
them both.
“Captain Janeway to the Bridge,” came Chakotay’s voice over the comm system. The Doctor and Janeway both made their
way towards the door.
“Status report,” she said as the Doctor made his way back to the turbolift.
“A Romulan Warbird is entering this sector. They will intercept in 6 minutes,” Chakotay informed her.
“Captain, the Romulans are hailing us.” Ensign Kim called from across the Bridge.
“On screen.”
“I am Commander V’Ching of the Romulan Vessel Rosh, Identify yourself.”
“I’m Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager.”
“Your presence here is an act of war, withdraw immediately or we will be forced to take action.”
“I apologize for the violation, but we are on a reconnaissance mission to recover the renegade ship Enterprise. We
were forced into battle with them, and have damage to our warp nacelles. We will need to leave the system at impulse
power.”
“Unacceptable.” the Romulan’s face was replaced by the stars.
“Captain, they are powering their weapons systems,” Kim said.
“Paris, evasive maneuvers Charlie Echo 4,” she commanded.
The Romulans opened fire on Voyager, missing completely.
“Captain, the Enterprise is hailing us,” said Kim.
“On screen,” she barked as the ship was hit for the first time.
“Keep them busy, we have a plan,” Picard said before disappearing.
Voyager swooped around and about drawing the Rosh’s fire. Every couple of shots actually hit them, but their weapons
hit non-essential systems of Voyager.
“Captain, the Enterprise is coming up behind the Rosh.”

“Data, move us in behind the Romulans. Keep a safe distance away)o that we aren’t damaged by the cannons.”
“Aye sir.”
“Number One, signal Voyager, tell them to get as far away from the Romulans as possible on my mark.”
“Transmission ready, sir.”
Picard paused, deciding that this was the only course of action. “Mark! Helm, tell me when Voyager is a safe distance
from the Romulan vessel.” tension on the bridge was mounting, and it wasn’t backing down.
After 2 minutes, “Voyager is at a safe distance, sir.”
“Lieutenant Jade, decloak and fire magnetic pulse cannons.”
Two bright white beams of light shot out of the Enterprise hull. Both beams went right through the Romulan shields,
hitting their target. Beams of light engulfed the Romulan ship as electricity bounced around its hull. A blinding light
erupted from the Romulan vessel, then collapsed in on itself. The vessel was gone.

“What the hell was that?” Janeway asked Chakotay
“Captain, the Romulan vessel is gone,” Ensign Kim reported, very surprised.
“What do you mean ‘gone’?”
“I mean gone, no debris, no ion trails. It’s like it never existed.”
“I guess that answers the question”
“We have to get out of here before they send another ship after us. Ensign hail the Enterprise.”

Chapter 9

“Enterprise to Voyager.” Picard said over ship-to-ship.
“Go ahead.” Janeway answered
“We are ready please take your position.”

“Mr. Paris, move us into position.” Chakotay ordered.
Voyager moved above and behind the Enterprise, right between the nacelles.
“We are in position, Captain.” Paris said once the maneuver was completed.
“Voyager to Enterprise, we are in Position.” Janeway said.

“Aye Captain.” Riker Answered
“Mr. LaForge, Engage the tractor beam, and extend our warp bubble.” Picard ordered over the comm system.
“Tractor beam engaged.” LaForge confirmed to Picard.
Voyager rocked slightly as the tractor beam from the Enterprise grabbed hold of them.
“Warp bubble now extended to include Voyager.” LaForge informed the Captain.
“Good, Voyager, we’re ready when you are.” Picard said to Janeway.
“We are as ready as we’ll ever be,” Janeway said.
“Mr. Data engage transwarp drive. Enjoy the ride Voyager.”
“Believe me, we will,” Janeway said.
“Picard out.”

“Do you think this will work, Captain,” Chakotay asked.
“I hope so– I’m getting tired of getting stuck in the middle of nowhere,” she joked.
“You and me both.”
“I think I’m going to get some sleep, Chakotay you have the bridge,” she said as she started to walk towards the
turbolift. “Mr. Tuvok, inform me of any changes.” She stepped onto the turbolift, and the doors shut behind her.

The normal duty hours were nearly up, and she still couldn’t sleep. She walked over to the replicator. “Coffee, Black,
Hot.” She took the cup and walked to her desk, picking up the photo of Molly, her dog.. She couldn’t believe that she was
nearly back to them. The door to her quarters chimed.
“Come in.”
“Thought you could use some company,” he said
“How thoughtful,” she moved out of the way to let him pass.
“Mind if I sit down,” he asked.
“Of course,”
He took a seat on her bed. She stopped in mid-stride.
“Is something the matter Kathryn?” he asked
“Of course not,” she shrugged, and sat beside him.
“I got to thinking, we’ve been through alot together, and I wanted to let you know how I feel about you. Kathryn, I
love …” he said
She put her finger up to his mouth, “Chakotay, don’t you think I know, it’s my job to know,” she said. She pulled him
closer and kissed him. He embraced it and didn’t want to let it go. He wanted it to be like this forever. They lied down on
the bed together, still kissing.
They looked into each others eyes, and didn’t stop with kiss.

Chirp…Chirp…Chirp…Chirp “The time is 600 hours,” the computer said.
“Computer, Disengage alarm,” Chakotay said coming out of the sonic shower. He walked to the bed leaned over and kissed
Kathryn on the cheek. “Good morning, sleep well?”
“Better than I have in the 5 years we’ve been in the Delta Quadrant.”
“I’m going to the bridge, we are almost back to Earth. Can I expect to see you soon?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there after I get dressed.”
“OK,” he gave her another kiss and walked for the door. The door gave way, and shut behind him.

“Well, well, looks like I’m not the only one late today,” Paris said to Chakotay as he came out of Janeway’s quarters.
“When did you move quarters anyway?”
“I haven’t switched quarters with anyone, Lieutenant, and unless you want to be cleaning plasma converters with your
toothbrush, I suggest you keep your mouth closed.” Chakotay said as they stepped onto the turbolift. “Bridge.”
“Chakotay, the whole ship knows about you two anyway. In fact Ensign Gerret has a pool going on who would initiate
things between you two.”
“What?”
“So who did?”
“That’s none of your business Lieutenant.”
“Oh, come on Chakotay you won’t even drop a little hint?”
“Well tell me who you bet on.”
“In all honesty. I voted for you.”
“How much did you bet?”
“20 Replicator rations. Not that I’ll be needing them anymore,” Paris said.
“Well just to you let you know. You are 20 replicator rations richer. Enjoy them.”
The turbolift doors opened and they stepped out and took their positions.
“Commander, we are dropping out of transwarp, and entering Sector 001.” Kim said
“Bridge to Janeway, we are entering Sector 001.” Chakotay called over the comm system.
“On my way,” her voice said over the comm system.

“Captain, we have an incoming transmission. It’s from Starfleet Command.” Ensign Kim informed the Captain as she
strode onto the Bridge.
“On screen, Ensign.”
“Captain Janeway, you have no idea how good it is to see you again,” the man said.
“Believe me, the feeling is mutual, Admiral Paris.” At the mention of his father’s name Tom Paris shot a look at the
viewscreen(,) then turned his face back to the controls.
“You are to report immediately to Starbase 001 for immediate refit.”
“Understood, how long do you anticipate the refit taking?” she asked him
“I would say about 2 weeks.”
“Good maybe we can have lunch sometime during those two weeks.” Janeway implied.
“I look forward to it. I’ll get back to you sometime.”
“Hear from you then, Janeway out.”
“Captain the Enterprise has released the tractor beam.” Ensign Kim said.
“Entering the terran solar system now.” Tuvok said from tactical.
“Good, Mr. Paris set a course for Earth at full impulse.”
“Course laid in”
“Engage.”

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Going Home: Rescue

Rescue
Written By : Sean Clark-McCarthy
Series Title: “Going Home”
Part of Series: 1/???
Summary: Voyager gets a strange signal, which could be their only hope to get home.

Disclaimer: This is a short story written by ME, Paramount owns these characters, I have just borrowed them to write this
story. This is NOT intended for profit (unless paramount likes it so much they hire me). =I Please feel free to distribute
this to other people, but please leave the above information intact. Thank you.

Chapter 1

All was quiet aboard the Starship Voyager. She cruised along on a course to the Alpha quadrant. Captain Kathryn
Janeway relaxed in her ready room watching the stars fly by, and enjoying her cup of coffee. Kathryn was going over
reports of ship systems. Everything was running smoothly, unfortunately she couldn’t say the same about the crew. Morale
was at an all time low; not even Neelix’s morning show could cheer them up. Voyager had been lost in the Delta Quadrant
for nearly five and a half years now. Things weren’t improving either; the ship had held up the last three weeks very well
but Voyager was in a desolate part of space and food supplies were getting low. Kes had been working overtime to grow new
plants in the hydroponics bay but they wouldn’t be ready for another three weeks.
Chirp
“Chakotay to Janeway.”
Janeway tapped her commbadge, saying, “Janeway here.”
“Captain, long range sensors have detected an M-Class planet ahead.” Chakotay reported.
“Very well, lay in a course and engage at warp 8.”
“Aye Captain.”
Salvation. The planet was sure to have some type of food that Voyager’s crew would find edible, as long as Neelix
didn’t get a hold of it first.

Two hours later..

“Captain, we are entering the system,” Paris informed her.
“Very well, all stop. Ensign Kim, run a full sensor sweep of the system, I don’t want there to be any surprises this
time.”
“Aye Captain.”
“Chakotay, this may be our only stop for awhile, so inform all department heads to prepare a list of items they may
require,” Janeway ordered, “Also, get a plan together for shore leave.”
“Aye Captain,” Chakotay agreed happily.
“Captain, sensor sweep complete. No unusual anomalies detected, and the planet is also devoid of humanoid life,” the
ensign reported
“Very well, Mr. Paris set a course for that planet, full impulse.”
“Aye Captain.” Paris confirmed.
Janeway couldn’t have felt prouder of her crew–so capable, so determined. She knew that when and if they got back to
the Alpha Quadrant, she couldn’t let them go their separate ways. They had a family on Voyager, and she wasn’t going to
let it split up.
“We have attained orbit around the planet, Captain,” Paris informed her
“Mr. Kim, scan the plant for appropriate transport coordinates,” Janeway tapped her commbadge, “Janeway to B’Elanna.”
“Yes, captain.” B’Elanna said.
“B’Elanna, we have just entered orbit around the planet, please report to…” Janeway started.
“Captain,” Harry yelled cutting her off. His console was indicating an incoming message.
“What is it ensign?” Janeway said, shocked at the urgency in his voice.
“We are being hailed, by a Federation Starship,” Harry reported.
“What?!?” Janeway said , shocked. “Let’s hear it.”
“We have audio only,” Harry said.
“Very well, on speakers,” Janeway ordered.
“This is … (static) … ard. Of the Federation … (static) … ip … (static) … rise.” Came the message from the
speakers.
“Harry see if you can clear that up a little. B’Elanna, get to the bridge on the double.” Chakotay ordered
“Harry, open hailing frequencies,” Janeway ordered.
“Aye Captain. Frequencies open.”
“This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager, Please repeat your last transmission. We are
receiving interference.
“This is Captain Jean … (static) … luc-Pic … (static) … rd, of the Feder … (static) … ship … (static) …
Enterprise, Voyager … (static) … I’ll rendezvous with you in 3 hours …. (static) … ard Out.” The voice announced
over the comm system, with intermittent interference.
“Chakotay, did they just say what I think they said??” Janeway asked as B’Elanna entered the bridge.
“They did indeed Captain,” Chakotay replied.
“Who said what?,” B’Elanna asked as she took her station.
“B’Elanna, we were just contacted by a Federation Starship,” she paused to let it sink in, “I want you to analyze the
transmission to be sure it’s authentic.”
“Aye Captain.” B’Elanna said with a little too much enthusiasm.
“Mr. Paris, lay in an intercept course at warp 5.”
“Course laid in, Captain,”
“Engage.” Voyager’s nacelles took their positions and she disappeared with the blink of an eye.

Chapter 2

“Captain, approaching the rendezvous coordinates,” Paris stated.
“All stop. Mr. Kim run a full sensor sweep how far out is she?” Janeway asked.
“I’m not detecting her at all, Captain.” Harry said.
“Keep scanning Ensign,” Janeway said, turning to face B’Elanna. “B’Elanna, have you been able to authenticate the
message?”
“Yes, Captain, it is definitely a federation signature.” B’Elanna confirmed.
“Guess we’ll just have to sit and wait then,” Janeway said to no one in particular.
Voyager went about its normal duties, scanning on the lookout for the Enterprise, or anyone that might take advantage
of the situation
“Captain, a ship is decloaking directly ahead.” Harry called from across the bridge.
“Red Alert,” Chakotay ordered.
“Harry, scan the vessel,” Janeway said.
“Captain, it’s the Enterprise!” Harry reported openly surprised.
“Stand down red alert. Hail them ensign.”
“Hailing frequencies open.”
“This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. Pleased to see another Federation ship out here,”
Janeway started.
Jean-Luc Picard’s face filled the viewscreen with his bridge behind him, and all the members of his senior staff were
present.
“Captain Jean-Luc Picard. I’m so very glad we found you Captain.”
“Captain, how did you even know we were here? For that matter how did you GET here?” Janeway asked, still shocked to
learn that a fellow Starship was here also.
“Perhaps we can discuss it over dinner?” Picard asked.
“We’d love to–your ship or mine?” Janeway asked with a bit of a chuckle.
“Yours. I’ve never been aboard an Intrepid before.” Picard said we a broad smile across his face.
“Very well, let me contact my chef, and I’ll get back to you on a time,” she replied.
“Your chef?? Sounds interesting, I can’t wait.”
“Janeway out.”
“Janeway to Neelix.” Janeway said as she tapped her commbadge.
“Neelix here, Captain.”
“We are having guests for dinner so please reserve the mess hall, and prepare something special, preferably appealing,”
Janeway said with a broad smile across her face.

Chapter 3

Janeway, Chakotay, and Tuvok all waited in transporter room 2 for the arrival of the Enterprise crew. Janeway and
Chakotay had an obvious feeling of happiness, however, Tuvok as all Vulcans was passive and showed no emotions.
B’Elanna was behind the transporter controls. “Receiving coordinates Captain.”
“Energize when ready,” Janeway said.
Three figures appeared on the transporter pad, wearing what appeared to be updated uniforms with a dark gray shoulder
region. The shirt underneath appeared to be significant of their department. Picard was of medium height and bald, and
wore the four pips of a captain. The other man was tall with dark hair, whom Janeway recognized immediately as Commander
Riker. The third was a woman from the sciences department who had long black hair, and pretty brown eyes.
“Welcome aboard Captain. I’m Captain Janeway, and this is my First Officer, Commander Chakotay,” she stated motioning
toward Chakotay, “And this is my Chief of Security, Lieutenant Tuvok.” Janeway finished.
“Pleased to meet all of you. This is my X.O. Commander Riker, and my Ship’s counselor Deanna Troi.”
Janeway nodded to each of them. “We have prepared dinner in the officer’s mess, if you’ll just follow me.”
“Of course.”
Captain Picard took his place at Janeway’s side, as he followed her out of the transporter room and down the hall.
“So, Captain Janeway, It was my understanding that Mr. Chakotay was the man that you were ordered to capture.”
“Yes, that’s true. On our ‘trip’ to the Delta quadrant we sustained heavy damage. As a result my first officer was
killed along with the entire medical staff. Mr. Chakotay and I decided to team up to reach our goal of returning home. He
may be a Marquis, but he’s a damn good man.” Janeway noticed Picard’s face drop at the mention of the Marquis. “What’s the
matter? Is it something I said?” She looked into his eyes probing for some kind of answer.
“Concerning the Marquis. There’s something you should know.”
“What?”
“The Cardassian’s killed every last one of them. There is no longer a Marquis resistance in the Alpha Quadrant.”
“My God.”
“There’s more, but we can wait till we are seated”
They stepped into the Mess Hall

In the officer’s mess, Neelix was anxiously awaiting the arrival of the “special guests” Janeway had told him about.
He had removed all the individual tables, and brought in a single rectangular table. He diverted all late dinner goers to
a holodeck, where Kes was serving food. Neelix was in the kitchen when the guests arrived. When a rather short bald human
walked in, Neelix was surprised, because he thought Voyager had the only human crew in the Delta Quadrant. The new human
was talking to Janeway about Voyager’s travels. Neelix took off his apron and cleaned himself up a little before he walked
out to meet the new guests.
“Hello, Captain.” Neelix spouted
“Hello,” Janeway and Picard said at the same time, and both started laughing.
“Was it something I said?” Neelix pondered.
“No, Mr. Neelix. Captain I’d like you to meet our chef, morale officer, and ambassador, Mr. Neelix. Neelix this is
Captain Picard.” Janeway made the introductions.
“Pleased to meet you. Seems you are quite a busy person aboard this ship,” Picard said as he extended his hand to shake
Neelix’s.
Neelix shook Picard’s hand and said, “Yes, the captain failed to mention that I also run a morning program over the
comm system to inform the crew of daily happenings.”
“Sounds like something Starfleet should implement on all vessels,” Picard joked, “Are you a native to the Delta
Quadrant? I’ve never seen your species before.”
“As a matter of fact I am a native, I’m a Talaxian. But we can talk about that at a later time, I’m sure everyone is
starving. If you all will have a seat I’ll bring out your food,” Neelix stated.
Everyone moved to take a seat at the table, the Captains took the ends, and their two crew members took flanking
positions.

Chapter 4

“So Captain, tell me–how did you get a cloaking device on your ship, and how in the heck did you get out here?”
Janeway started small talk.
“Well you’ve been gone quite some time, and the Alpha quadrant isn’t what it used to be. For starters, the cloak is on
loan to us by the Klingon Empire. We asked them for it since we hadn’t a clue what to expect out here. Secondly, we
arrived in the delta quadrant with a transwarp drive,” said Picard.
“How did you happen to come by a transwarp drive?” Tuvok asked.
“This might come to a surprise to you but I’ll try and explain it the best I can. While you’ve been gone some
startling changes have occurred in the political power of the Alpha Quadrant. Cardassia and the Dominion have signed an
alliance, and Bajor has signed a non-aggression pact with the Dominion. The Dominion is probably invading the Alpha
Quadrant as we speak. Before we left, Starfleet dispatched a taskforce filled with the Federation’s best ships, but
unfortunately we have no Intrepids out there. So Starfleet dispatched us to retrieve you.” Picard explained
“How did you even know we were here?” Chakotay asked what Janeway was thinking.
“A female Q showed up in Starfleet headquarters and said that she was going to divulge information as to your
whereabouts just to spite Q for, excuse me for saying this, trying to *mate* with you captain.” Riker answered.
Janeway smiled to hide her embarrassment.
“Then how did the Federation come by a transwarp drive?” Tuvok asked again.
“Well, due to the ever increasing threat the Dominion is becoming, the Federation has signed an alliance with the
Borg.”
“Well, actually that’s not too surprising; we ourselves ran into the Borg on a number of occasions, and even made an
alliance with them for awhile. How is the rest of the Alpha Quadrant reacting to this?”
“Unfortunately, not too well. Vulcan has withdrawn from the Federation as well as about 5 other planets. The Romulans
have asked The Federation to remove the cloaking device from The USS Defiant. The Federation happily complied, so they
borrowed one from the Klingons. I can honestly say, Captain, I don’t know where Earth’s future is headed.” Deanna sadly
stated with a long face.
“What is this Dominion that you keep referring too? A new race,” Chakotay asked.
“Have you ever meet Constable Odo?” Picard asked him.
“You mean the shape shifter that runs security on Deep Space Nine?” Captain Janeway answered with a question.
“Yes, His species, so to speak, is the Dominion. They claim the Gamma Quadrant as their territory and want to take the
Alpha Quadrant as well.”
“And the Cardassians have allied themselves with the Dominion?” Chakotay asked another question.
“Unfortunately, Yes. You have no idea what they are capable of together, they have already managed to wipe out the
Marquis as…” Riker said.
“Excuse me Commander, I think that we could discuss that at a later time,” Janeway interrupted him. The last thing she
needed on this ship was low morale.

Chapter 5

Neelix came out of the kitchen with plates for everyone and, starting with Captain Picard, worked his way around the
table. The table was silent as they ate, everyone trying to comprehend what the breakdown of the Federation would mean to
them if the Dominion succeeded in their quest to take control of the Alpha Quadrant.
At the conclusion of dinner Janeway asked if Picard would like to tour her vessel.
“I’m sorry captain, but we really do need to get back to the Alpha Quadrant. We have brought a transwarp drive to
install on your ship, as well as a cloaking device. We just need your permission to install them.” Picard stated.
“Of course. I would like my Chief of Engineering, B’Elanna Torres, present at all installations though. She’s
half-Klingon so she might have some insight to any problems that you might face. Oh and Captain, could you please transfer
some dilithium crystals over as well? We are in desperate need of them.” Janeway asked
“Of course Captain.” Picard agreed.

After leaving transporter room two from which their guests had departed, Janeway and Chakotay headed for the bridge.
“Captain, What did Commander Riker mean when he said the Dominion had managed to wipe out the Marquis?”
“Computer, halt turbolift,” Janeway ordered. “Chakotay, listen to me. Captain Picard had informed me earlier. I was
hoping that it wouldn’t come up over dinner but it obviously already has so please let me explain. When Cardassia allied
itself with the Dominion, one term of the Cardassians was to have the dominion wipe out the Marquis.”
“You mean that there is no resistance anymore?”
“I’m so sorry Chakotay,” she hugged him. She stepped back after a minute and looked him square in the eye. “This has
to remain between us, if this gets out amongst the crew I don’t know what would happen and I want to make sure we don’t
ruin this chance at getting home because someone is arguing over it.”
“I understand, Captain.” He said after a brief pause.
“Computer, resume turbolift.”

The upgrade to Voyager’s engines and the installation of a new cloaking device was a painstakingly long process,
plagued by problems. Most of the problems were due to the less than regulation repairs that B’Elanna had been doing in
order to keep the ship in running shape.
“Janeway to B’Elanna.”
“B’Elanna here.”
“What is the status of the upgrades?” Janeway asked.
“The upgrades are complete, and Carey and I are putting the dilithium crystals in place now,” B’Elanna stated.
“Very well, carry on, but I want to know when you are done. Janeway out.” Janeway wondered what was going to happen
once they returned to Earth. “Ensign Kim, hail the Enterprise.”
The viewscreen flickered to life as the Enterprise bridge came into view.
“Captain, What can we do for you?” Riker asked.
“Commander, we have almost completed repairs and upgrades to our ship, and I think we will be ready to be under way
within 3 hours,” Janeway stated.
“Good, I’ll inform the captain,” said Riker.
“Uh, Commander, what are our orders once we reach the Alpha Quadrant?” Janeway asked.
“The Enterprise has been ordered to escort you back to sector 001, where Voyager will go into dry-dock for an extensive
overhaul,” Riker told her.
“Very well, I will contact you once the upgrades have been completed, Janeway out.”

Janeway sat quietly in her ready room going over the final plans of their departure, when her communicator pin went
off.
“Janeway here.”
“Captain,” came B’Elanna’s voice over the comm system, “we have finished all necessary repairs and upgrades to all
ships’ systems.”
“Thank you B’Elanna, did you run into many problems?” Janeway asked as she put down the PADD and started to walk
towards the bridge.
“No, Captain,” B’Elanna reported.
“Good, report to the bridge. We’ll need you up here. Janeway out.” The doors gave way at Janeway’s approach. She took
her place in the command chair.
“Ensign Kim, hail the Enterprise and tell her we are … well … ready to go.”
“Aye, Captain,”
“Mr. Tuvok, engage cloaking device.”
Both ships shimmered as all the light passed around it, rendering the ships invisible.
“Mr. Paris, engage the transwarp drive, heading … Home,” Janeway felt so good to feel that word come off her
lips–home.
“This is Captain Kathryn Janeway to all hands. We’re going home,” Janeway announced as a single tear rolled off her
cheek and hit the floor.

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Starfleet Intelligence: The Missions of the USS Doyle, Chapter 1

STAR TREK: STARFLEET INTELLIGENCE
The Missions of the USS Doyle

by Edward Webb

LEGAL STUFF: All of the characters and events not specifically copyrighted by
paramount Television is copyright (c) 1997 by Edward Webb. This is a fan novel
written for the pleasure of other fans. It may be distributed freely as long as no
charge is collected in this distribution, and the body of this work and this
copyright notice is kept intact.

NOTE: These events take place almost a year after the Borg Massacre at Wolf
359.

Chapter 1: USS Challenger

Sara Takashi woke up in her quarters screaming. The darkness of her
room closed in on her like a vise. She sat up, calming her breathing and fighting
the urge to rip the blankets off of her as the inter-ship communicator chirped.
“Bridge to Commander Takashi. Is something wrong?”
She subconsciously pulled her long black hair out of her face and closed
her eyes as the night lights came softly on-line, adding shadows to the room.
“No, Bradley, I’m fine. Sorry to wake the night shift.”
Lt. Commander Bradley sighed. “We were already on duty, Commander,
but this is the third time this week we’ve gotten a call from your quarters.”
She silently mouthed the words as Bradley spoke them, wondering whose
idiotic idea it was to make the Betazoid science officer the night shift
commander. Probably the Counselor’s, she thought. “I’m fine, Bradley. Really.
I’ll try to keep it quiet from now on. Takashi out.” She sighed, slid out of bed,
and walked over to the replicator. “Ginseng tea, hot.” The replicator whined
briefly, and she sipped the hot liquid from the clear replicator-standard teacup.
She sat down and gently called out, “Lights.” The lights glowed brightly, almost
stabbing at her eyes.
She glanced around her quarters, spartan except for some family
heirlooms and personal effects. The daisho swords that had been in her family
for almost a thousand years sat over her workstation. Her father’s old Starfleet
insignia and her mother’s communicator pin sat side by side on a small Buddhist
shrine with the Vulcan IDIC symbol hanging between them. She closed her eyes
and prayed briefly, as she always did when her gaze brushed it. Her eyes settled
on the holograph in front of the shrine. It was her father next to Admiral Hikaru
Sulu, congratulating him when he gained command of the science vessel USS
Hawking. She always loved to hear stories about the Admiral and the original
Enterprise when she was a child, told by her mother on her off-duty hours as
Chief Medical Officer aboard the Hawking.
She smiled to herself. Her family were descendants of one of the greatest
samurai families in Japan, and all of them had been in the military. Whether they
had been bushi, World War II airplane pilots, UN peacekeeping troops, corporate
soldiers or Starfleet officers, the Takashi family had been there. The family code,
Death is but a doorway, has always rung in the minds of the Takashi who served.
Her thoughts turned back to her dreams. If death was a doorway, it was
wide-open for the 24th century Takashi. When she was 15, her father died when
the Cardassians attacked the Hawking on an errand of mercy to the Mandorian
outpost near the Cardassian DMZ. She and her mother survived, as well as
sixteen others out of a crew of 173. The actions of Nakita Takashi gave her a
promotion to Captain and command of USS Shogun. Although the ironic jokes
sometimes got problematic, the Excelsior-class starship and her captain both
distinguished themselves during the Cardassian conflicts. When Sara returned
from the Academy, she signed on as Shogun’s Ops. During the nine-year tour of
duty, mother and daughter explored new worlds, sought out new life, and slowly
left the grave of Akira Takashi behind.
Until Wolf 359.
When the Borg attacked Sector 001, the Shogun was one of the ships
assigned to the defending fleet. The ship was damaged beyond repair and the
warp core breached, and Captain Takashi ordered all hands to abandon ship. Sara
tried to stay behind, but her mother almost forced her into one of the escape pods.
Before she could launch the Captain’s Yacht though, the Shogun exploded, killing
her and almost thirty personnel who had pod trouble.
The sight of the explosion and the sound of her own screams have been
haunting her every night since. Not the promotion to Commander, nor the
assignment as Number One of the USS Challenger erased the loss. Captain
Hagen, a large Irish man who always seemed to be jolly, personally requested her
transfer to Challenger, saying he wanted a little of the “Takashi command
tradition” on his ship. She politely accepted, but five months of charting
anomalies and transporting Federation VIPs throughout the galaxy only
re-enforced the emptiness in her heart.
The tea was cold in her hand. She set it down on the table and looked at
the chronometer. Three hours early, she tied her hair back and dressed in her
uniform, all the time thinking, Death is but a doorway.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, tugging on her tunic. She
rubbed her stomach and looked at the cranberry fabric under her hands. In the
mirror she saw the daisho, and thought how simple life must have been during
those times. Sometimes I wish I could cut my stomach and join my ancestors.
Why did you have to leave me, mother?

* * * * *

“Captain on the bridge.”
Takashi got up from the command chair and turned towards Captain
Hagen. His wide muscular frame barely fit through the turbolift doors, his crop of
short red hair almost brushing the top of the frame. He looked uncomfortable, as
he always did when Ensign Saboc, a Vulcan fresh out of the Academy, insisted on
following regulations and announcing his arrival every morning. He glanced
around at Lt. Commander Loreno Bradley at Science, Lt. Albert Schleist at
Security and Ensign Angela Lukacz at the Conn, smiling at each one in turn. He
then turned to study the viewscreen, which was currently showing an empty star
field. “Good morning, Number One,” he said to her in a thin Irish brogue. “Up
afore the crack of dawn as usual, aye?”
She nodded, a small smile on her lips. For some reason, no matter how
she felt, Captain Hagen forced Irish slang and light flirting made her feel like she
was special. Everyone felt that way about him; he just had a way with people.
He had charisma and personality, but when there was work to be done, he went
right down to business. He smiled again and looked around the bridge.
“Excellent. Report.”
She picked up her PADD from the arm of the chair. “All systems fully
functional. We’re finishing up our survey of the Alaris Three ion cluster near the
Neutral Zone, which should be done at 1800 hours. Stellar Cartography is still
complaining that we’re not close enough for a detailed scan, and I suggested that
they ask the Romulans for permission.” She paused as the captain smiled and
Bradley snickered from his Science post. “Ensign Talis is in Sick Bay after some
complications with her pregnancy, and one of the replicators on Deck 12 is
producing drinks without glasses.” She let a soft sigh out, just loud enough for
the captain to hear. “Another exciting day.”
He laughed. It originated from deep within his belly, and sounded more
like a Klingon’s laugh than a Terran’s. “Aye, I know what you mean. Mr.
Bradley, please take the bridge for a while afore you go off duty. I need Mr.
Takashi in my Ready Room for a bit.” He strode off, the Ready Room doors
closing behind him. Takashi glanced at Bradley, a thin reedy man, and handed
him her PADD. “Wonder what he wants?” she said.
Bradley shrugged. “No idea. I try not to scan without permission, but I
suspect it has to do with these nocturnal episodes.”
She frowned at him. “Great. A lecture is not what I need today.” She
tossed her long ponytail over her shoulder and walked towards the Ready Room.
Bradley shook his head as the doors swished behind her.
Captain Hagen was seated behind his desk, drinking a glass of fruit juice
and staring at his desk terminal. She stood at attention until he acknowledged
her. “Sit down, Sara.”
She sat down gingerly, still ramrod straight, and waited. The captain
punched the off control and leaned towards her. “Dr. Mancuso has told me that
you haven’t been going to his appointments.”
She looked at her hands in her lap, and shook her head. “Permission to
speak freely?”
He smiled. “Do you even have to ask?”
“Sir…”
“We’re in private, Commander. Call me Ryan.”
“As I’ve mentioned before, sir, it would be inappropriate to address you
familiarly as long as you are captain and I am your First Officer, even in private.”
“And as I’ve said before, lass, you sound like a Vulcan.” He chuckled and
sat back. “This is not ship business, so I’d prefer if you called me Ryan. Call it an
order if you must.”
“Yes si… Ryan. Speaking freely, I don’t feel that Dr. Mancuso can help.”
“What do you mean? He’s the Ship’s Counselor, and assistant to the CMO.
His credentials are impeccable.”
“I know. I’ve read them. I helped him get assigned to the Challenger. But
every time I talk to counselors about my… nocturnal episodes, as Lt. Bradley calls
them, the concept of temporary re-assignment or time off from Starfleet comes
up.”
“Ah, I see. And no Takashi has ever not been in Starfleet, aye?”
“That’s right, sir. As far back as the Federation goes, our family has been
part of it. It would be… embarrassing to be…”
“Sara, Dr. Mancuso’s not trying to drum you out of the fleet! He just
wants you to take some time off. You keep passing up your shore leave, and he
feels that it’s too soon after the Borg invasion to be taking on such a stressful
position as First Officer.”
“Have I not been fulfilling my duties, sir?”
Hagen winced. Takashi wondered, not for the first time, how he managed
to survive so long in Starfleet with such an aversion to rank and titles. Maybe it
was an act he used to get people to open up to him. Regardless, he ignored the
‘sir’ and replied. “On the contrary, you’re fulfilling every duty and quite a few
beyond. That’s the problem, Sara.” He looked at the PADD on his desk. “You
spend no time on recreational pursuits, you constantly volunteer for bonus duties,
and you sleep maybe three hours a day.” He let the PADD clatter on the desk.
“You’re going to crack, lass. The Irish people are hard-working too, but even we
have a wake after the funeral.”
Her eyes met with Captain Hagen’s. For a second, he looked like he was
about to say something else, but then he leaned back and scratched the short red
bristles on the top of his head. “Mancuso wants you on mandatory R&R. If I
don’t do something, he’ll get the CMO on my butt and I’ll be forced to temporarily
relieve you for a week or so.” He sat up and looked at her. “Honestly, I can’t
afford that week without you, but if you keep going the way you are, I’ll have to
make due. I’d like it if you spent a couple of hours a day in the Rec Room, the
Holodeck, or even in the Galley, and in return I’ll try to keep Mancuso happy. Is
that a deal?”
She nodded her head and smiled. “I’ll try, si…”
“Red Alert. Red Alert.” Bradley’s voice almost echoed in the small Ready
Room. “Unidentified Romulan vessel entering Federation space. All hands to
battle stations. Captain Hagen and Commander Takashi to the bridge.” Klaxons
sounded as they both rushed to the bridge.
The viewscreen was filled with the image of a Romulan Bird of Prey, its
dark green metal hull shining dully from the rays of the Alaris cluster. Captain
Hagen quickly took his chair, which always threatened to break when he sat in it.
“Status?”
Ensign Saboc’s hands danced across the Ops console. “Their shields are
up, and their phasers and photon torpedoes are armed.” His console beeped.
“Captain, they’re hailing us.”
He tugged his tunic down. “Romulans,” he snorted. “On screen.”
The scene changed, and the Romulan commander’s face appeared. His
eyebrows arched high on his face, nearly blending in with his close-cropped hair.
His greenish-silver tunic shined sickeningly in the low lights of his bridge. A
computer rendering of the Romulan logo appeared behind him, obscuring the rest
of the enemy bridge. “I am Commander Tomak of the warship Imperial Might.
We are performing military exercises in this sector. We advise you to leave
immediately.”
Captain Hagen sat relaxed in his chair, one leg sitting atop his knee. “This
is Captain Ryan Hagen of the USS Challenger. We are on a survey mission of the
Alaris ion cluster, and we have peaceful intentions.” He tensed and leaned
forward, both feet on the deck and an accusatory finger towards the screen. “We
are also on the correct side of the Neutral Zone. You, however, are not. I could
rattle on about what treaties you’ve violated, but we both know that you’re wrong.
So shove off, lad, and we won’t tell your bosses in the High Command.”
The Romulan smiled coldly. “However, Captain, we have claimed the
Alaris cluster by right of conquest. So you are in Romulan space, and in violation
of treaty. You have one minute to leave or surrender your vessel.”
Captain Hagen slapped his palm onto his right chair arm. Paper. Saboc’s
hands flew across the console again. “Audio off, sir.”
“Observation, Mr. Bradley?”
“He’s lying. I can’t tell about what, but he’s lying. Probably about the
conquest bit, since I don’t remember that being part of any treaty with the
Romulans.”
“Agreed. Number One?”
“I concur. We could ask them which treaty they’re referring to, but it
would just be more subterfuge. Personally, I think they’re looking for an excuse
to fight.”
Captain Hagen sighed. “Somehow, I guessed that as well. Mr. Schleist?”
His thin, custard-colored form looked up from the Security console. “Sir,
they probably have reinforcements cloaked. This smells like a Kobiyashi Maru,
and we’re only a light cruiser. We could give one Bird a run for its money, but
not two or three.” He touched a console, which beeped. “However, weapons and
shields are at the ready, just in case.”
“Good man. Target their engines, and wait for the signal. Saboc, audio
on.” A chirp, and the ambient sound of the disguised Romulan bridge returned.
Captain Hagen leaned back. “We’ve just done a quick scan of our data banks, and
find no reference to a Romulan right of conquest in any of our treaties. I’m sure
you could quote a itty-bitty reference from a little-known amendment, but frankly
I don’t care. I’m not a diplomat, and I expect neither are you.” He sat forward
again, looking intently at the Romulan. “So I’ll make you a deal, lad. We both
leave, and we both contact our respective governments. If the High Command
really wants this sector of space dust, they’re welcome to negotiate for it. But
right now it’s Federation space, and it’s my job to keep the dog off the lawn.”
Commander Tomak smiled again. “We have no intentions of leaving this
sector, but you may contact your government if you wish. We shall give you an
extra minute, since I am a generous man.”
“You’re too kind, sir,” the captain muttered. His fist pounded the arm of
his chair again, this time with two fingers pointing outwards. Scissors. Lt.
Schleist quietly readied the torpedoes and phasers, while trying not to move
obviously. The captain spoke to cover him. “Ensign Saboc, send out a
high-priority message to Starfleet Command, advising them of our situation and
asking for information about the treaty the Imperial Might is alluding to.”
Saboc deftly reconfigured the Ops panel, calling up defensive strategies
and shuttling flight plans to the Conn, manned by Lukacz, who had taken over
communications and was sending out a request for re-enforcements. After a
couple of seconds Saboc announced, “I cannot contact Starfleet Command, sir.”
Captain Hagen muttered again, and turned to the screen. “I apologize,
Commander, but it seems the cluster is in our direct line of communications. I’m
afraid my ship can’t handle multi-directional subspace relays, so without
contradictory orders, I’m afraid my ultimatum stands: we both go, or we both
stay.”
The Romulan sighed. “That, Captain, is not a choice. We will not leave.”
Captain Hagen looked genuinely sad. “I’m very sorry to hear that,
Commander.” His fist hit the arm chair hard. Rock. Schleist fired both phaser
banks and a spread of three torpedoes at the Imperial Might’s engines, while
simultaneously Lukacz initiated defensive maneuvers. The screen blinked back
to the view of the Romulan ship, which was spinning and zagging crazily, but
they managed to register one clean hit on their starboard nacelle. The captain sat
back and barked orders. “Change view to tactical. Let me know the second any
other Romulans uncloak. Lukacz, as soon as that happens, plot us a course
bearing 187 mark 43, maximum warp, evasion pattern Delta Five.”
“Aye, sir.”
“Saboc, any word from Starfleet?”
“I’ve just received word from the Iliad and the Excelsior, sir. They’re on
their way, but it will be at least fifteen minutes until they arrive.”
“Lukacz, give us that time. Schleist, fire at will…”
Takashi broke in. “Captain, I’m reading a warp signature off our port bow.
It’s another Romulan vessel.”
“Do it, Lukacz. Saboc, feed the bearing of our reinforcements to the
Conn, and change course as soon as we’re out. We’ll meet them halfway.
Schleist, cover our exit with a few spreads.”
“Incoming torpedo, bearing 179 mark 0,” Takashi shouted. “Impact in
three seconds.”
“Brace for impact!” the captain screamed as the bridge shook. Saboc was
thrown out of his chair, but quickly regained his station.
Takashi read the bad news off of her chair monitor. “Rear shields at 37%.
Light structural damage to decks 7 and 8. One more good shot and our back will
be exposed.”
“Saboc! What’s our ETA?”
“Six minutes and thirty nine seconds, captain!”
“We don’t have six minutes! Exceed safety warp limits!”
Lukacz screamed back, “We already are, sir!”
The inter-ship communicator chirped. “Engineering to Bridge, we’re
putting severe stress on the core’s intermix chamber! We’ve got about five
minutes before we’re looking at a warp core breach!”
“Understood,” Takashi snapped. “Helm, reduce speed to 50% above safe
speed, and initiate warp maneuver Gamma Three.”
“Aye, sir.” The tactical display showed that Challenger had slipped out
from between the two Romulans, and was now spinning and zig-zagging like a
kite in a whirlwind. The representations of two other Federation ships just barely
entered on the left side of the screen.
Takashi had briefly checked the damage report when her sensor screen
flashed. She touched it, and her heart sank. “Captain, another warp signature
dead ahead!”
“What?” He looked down at his own panels, and bit his lip. “Damn! You
were right, Schleist! They’re going to triangulate and run us down. Lukacz, drop
to sublight immediately, change bearing to 94 mark 2, and engage at maximum
warp.”
“Bridge to Engineering,” Takashi called out, “we need that core to hold
together longer than five minutes.”
“We’ll try, Commander, but it’s already being held together by sheer
willpower.”
“Captain,” Schleist bellowed. “Two torpedoes from opposite directions!
We’ll be caught in the crossfire! Impact in…”
Sparks flew from the back wall of the bridge. Schleist flew over his
console from the blow, and slammed into the back of the captain’s chair. The
force of his velocity caused the chair to snap, and it toppled to the ground with
Captain Hagen in it. Takashi slapped her badge and manned the Security
console. “Emergency! Medical to the bridge! Two casualties!” She noticed that
the console was on fire, and rerouted all the major controls to the Science station
next to it, shoving Bradley out of the way. “Bradley! Check on the captain!”
The intercom chirped again. “The chamber’s flooding Engineering,
Bridge! We’ve got to drop out of warp now!”
“Ensign Lukacz, drop to full impulse and initiate…”
“Incoming torpedo!”
The bridge shook again, harder this time, and Saboc flew backwards, his
uniform and face horribly burned. The turbolift doors swished open, and the
medical team went to work on him and the captain.
Takashi wiped sweat and soot from her brow. Ops was gone, the captain
was down, and they had no warp power. Maybe today is a good day to die, she
thought. “Lukacz, where’s our ships?”
“They’ve exceeded maximum safe warp, sir! They’ll be here in twenty…”
The front of the bridge exploded as another torpedo burst impacted. The Conn
panel came loose and slammed into Lukacz’s chest. She slumped over.
“Bradley! Take over at Ops and initiate maneuver Zed Zed Zed! We need
just a few more seconds!” She manually targeted the phasers, and fired on the
nearest Romulan vessel. The phasers managed to pierce the shields and do
minimal damage to its hull. “Direct hit!” she called out.
Through the smoke and noise, the communicator crackled into life.
“Challenger, this is the Excelsior. We understand your situation and are engaging
the Romulan threat. Pilot your vessel to course 241 mark 78 at best possible
speed to rendezvous with the Pasteur.”
She wiped her brow again. “You heard the man, Bradley. Bridge to
Engineering, we need best possible speed.”
“We’re limping as it is now, Commander. I can give you Warp 1 for about
three minutes, and then this chamber’s going to shut down.”
“Do your best, Engineering. We need to get as far from the battle as
possible.” She put the panel on standby and rushed over to the medical team.
Schleist was covered with a medical blanket over his face, and Saboc was being
sent to Sickbay in a stretcher. Lukacz was coming around, but she was having
some trouble breathing. She kneeled down next to the team by Captain Hagen,
but they were starting to cover him up as well.
Dr. Mancuso looked at her with deep blue eyes. “I’m sorry, Commander.
His neck snapped in the fall. He died instantly.” He got up and assisted Lukacz
to the turbolift.
Bradley turned to her. “Warp engines off-line. We’re in the clear, but
we’re also dead in the water. Nothing to do now but wait.”
Takashi slowly sank into her chair, staring at the flickering screen of the
ongoing battle, but her thoughts kept wandering back to other times, other places.
Death is but a doorway.

End of Chapter 1

AUTHOR’S NOTE
————-
Star Trek: Star Fleet Intelligence (SFI for short) is going to be a serial
Internet adventure set near the end of TNG. This is a long epic tale, as the first
“book” will be merely introducing the seven or eight main characters, joining
them together, and detailing the unique feel of SFI missions. Each book after that
will probably be a little shorter, but will still detail some facet of the one
character as a subplot, and connect towards a longer, interwoven plot.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, Sara Takashi is destined to become the
captain. In each series, the captain is the central character, and usually will
determine the feel of the crew under his or her command. Sara is a very tragic
character who is trying to overcome her grief. Three people close to her have
died from the dangers of Starfleet, but only her Japanese culture and personal
stubbornness pushes her onward. Sara was developed from a character I made for
the Star Trek Role-Playing Game, and it will be interesting to see how she
develops.
Also, I am not intimately versed in Star Trek physics and pseudoscience,
preferring to concentrate on the story and characters. However, if someone
wishes to give “technical advice”, I am more than willing to listen, but I will not
tolerate nit-picking. Example: “In chapter 4, Captain Takashi fires a level
thirteen phaser blast at the Klingons, but he is only stunned. I think level seven is
closer to heavy stun, as supported by BLAH book on page BLAH” is much better
than, “In chapter four, you retardedly have Takashi firing a LEVEL THIRTEEN
blast! What an idiot!” You get the idea.
Also, if anyone has plot suggestions or character ideas, I’ll be more than
willing to hear them. If I use them, you’ll get credit. If anyone would care to
make a more accurate timeline of the events I list in these stories, that would also
be appreciated (I HATE Stardates!).
Most of all, understand two things about SFI: I am flexible and willing to
write to my audience, and these stories are for fun, not to become gospel. If you’ll
indulge me, let me take you on a wild ride into the frontier of interstellar
espionage.

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