Oh gentle thespian who also loves a good Trek read once in a while. You've hit a mecca of canon (True to Television series facts) fan fiction. There's NO personal fantasy characters, only what you already know and love from television that has been seen with your own eyes. Only what happens changes, a new episode, if you will. A grand total of about 1.8 MB's worth from a whole year's creative efforts from around twenty seven authors writing within a single story. This is the first showing of a Voyagerliveaction adventure from our quarter. VoyagerliveactionTrekTheaterFanfic2000-The first Year Story. http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=story-read&storyid=331623 or... http://groups.yahoo.com/group/voyagerliveaction/files/OtherFanfic/ VoyagerliveactionTrekTheaterFanfic2000.txt Voyagerliveaction--A Live Theater Star Trek Story co-written by fans. This is a collected works of fanfic'ers like you who've banded together on a Yahoogroups list to write a story true to all four Star Trek TV Series from a live action theater site. They spruced up the fiction with sounds, images and animated movies of their own. Starring whichever character individually cast they wished from the four TV shows. The setting is now, on board Voyager herself with crew who are a mystery until they mysteriously appear as their authors bring them in . The Site is called Voyagerliveaction, and NOTHING you'll read was preplanned. It was simply write as you go. Each author had the creative floor whenever they submitted a page within their roles. The style of each character is reflected in their "animator". Those lurkers present on the list were treated with eye and ear candy whenever an author sent pictures and sounds with their story pages. It's fun watching the author's flavor evolve over time within the adventure. This story's premise starts with a bang that isn't what it seems and settles into a mystery far larger than anything any one author could have come up with one their own. It shows the joy of role playing in the discipline of creative writing in a round robin setting. We've been graced with honors from Yahoogroups Site of the Week (Oct 2000 ) and have attracted Paramount actors to write with us. One from ST Voyager is here now in two very surprising writer roles. She joined us in Nov, 2000. During week 48 or so and is still acting in her fiction roles for Year 2001. Rated PG-13 for all audiences. This adventure is year ONE. If you like what you see here, year TWO is in progress and we've a sizable fan following to read what you have to offer as a new writer to our ranks. How does 3007 strike you? They tune in every day in "Now showing" windows in Nepal, Australia and Germany. And 64 actual site members who get to see the show in all its graphics glory? Huge for a PBEM. Come, let us entertain you. Stay and read this adventure and leave with a smile on your face, or come to the Site to lurk as it happens..or,... be one of us. Be your character from TV. Write what you've always wanted him or her to do. And control what happens next. :) Located at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/voyagerliveaction The graphic site is here. http://www.geocities.com/voyagerliveaction Please, grab a cold drink and some nibbles and join us by the fanfic fireplace. You're in for a treat. That's only a short scroll down below. Total read time can be from one to four hours depending on your fic devouring skills :) This particular file is being formatted to fit your computer screen without side scrolling. It will be updated as changes are made. Weeks 1-4 are complete and reformatted. Welcome to Year ONE... See you Shipside. =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =^= Let the "Play" begin.. :) =^= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= YEAR ONE =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- WEEK ONE [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 02-10-2K ( voyagerliveaction@onelist.com ) What follows is an entry from the daily log archives.. Beginning 02-03-2K ******************************************** From : Amiee Jo Fielder, Subject: Personal Log : Stardate 000203.4 Seven of nine reporting. > Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2000 06:15:13 CST > "I have been busy charting many new planetary systems, for the captain insists we are still a "Starfleet Vessel" and that we are to "continue our mission".I find this very illogical. We are still several hundred thousand light years from the Alpha Quadrant. Far from any Star Fleet base."Seven briefly calibrated her alcove conditions remotely from her panel. It had been a long night and she was tired. A questionable bout with one of Neelix's concoctions had left her with less than optimal functioning. > All ship's systems were nominal. And she was alone in astrometrics save for a delicately framed picture of a blue eyed, yellow haired young girl in a green plaid dress.Seven frowned at the picture. "I will never be you, Annika Hanson. And I don't know if I would ever want to be." ********************************************** From: Patti keiper Subject: *bosun whistle* Captain on the Bridge! Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2000 03:03:07 CST Janeway stood with authority, "Doctor to the Bridge. Medical Emergency!" She gestured at Chakotay, "See what you can do for her until the doctor arrives.." The captain glanced down at B'Elanna. Her engineer was still unconscious but in no immediate danger. She sank back down into her chair, "Tom, get us out of here!" The stench of ozone and scorched insulation burned her throat, "Harry, damage report!" It wasn't often that she and her crew had been caught so seriously offguard.. "Seven, go down to astrometrics and find out just where the hell our attackers came from!" She toggled a switch, relaying telemetry over to Tuvok's board. "Tuvok. Options? I thought rotating the shield variance would deflect their attack." She tensed, "Computer, tie in the universal translator on my mark." She advanced into the viewscreen pickups, "Mark,..." The viewscreen on the alien ship wavered. And an image came into sharp focus... "Alien attacker. Stand down and face me......." ***************************************** Subject: [voyagerliveaction] onwards...in the story Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2000 03:06:33 CST From: "patti keiper" *in an ALTERNATE TIME* ------------------------ Seven's combadge beeped and she nearly jumped out of her skin. It was the Captain. "Seven? The computer says that you haven't had a regeneration cycle yet. Why aren't you in bed?" *************************************** Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Responding to the Captain Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2000 01:24:24 CST From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Seven, after a brief moment of confusion, presses her com-badge to respond to the captain. "Yes captain?" "I asked you why you weren't in bed yet." Janeway asked with mild amusement. "It's 0300, don't you think you should rest?" Seven takes a few scant glances around her, trying to get her bearings, she sees the console in front of her and knows where she is, she looks up at the huge projection screen and remembers what she was doing, yet something about it didn't feel quite right. As she responds to the captain, her eyes dart back and forth, not able to place her finger on what is out of order. " Yes captain, I have almost completed plotting all the data we have acquired in this sector, I was then going to "rest"" Seven said still shocked to find herself in astrometrics, and not in the middle of a red alert. "What is your excuse captain?" She says with her borg implant rising on her forehead. Still confused she awaits the captains witty response. ***************************************** Subject: responding to the captain.. Deja Vu Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2000 01:24:24 CST From: "patti keiper" The thrum of Voyager's engines sounded unnaturally loud as Seven held bated breath... "I have.....been..... imbibing a little TOO much coffee,... I'll admit.. And you may NOT repeat that to anyone." replied Janeway. Seven kept her reaction neutral in voice as well as physical, "Understood. I'll have my report to you at 0700. Seven out." Janeway stretched in her ready room chair smiling wryly. That was the first time her protege had ever shot back a perfect rejoiner in her recollection of memory. That boded well. Seven's interpersonal skills were matching human norms by leaps and bounds.. Thoughtfully, she stood and put her coffee mug into the recycling bin and watched as it disappeared. Seven was right.. She needed sleep as well. Her dreams of late had been disturbing to say the least. Dreams of battle and injury.. an an unknown attacker. One whom she could NOT see. Either with her eyes or with ship's sensors.. So far, the images at night were only mildly distressing. Nothing untoward. Just......curious.. She'd bring it up at the next briefing to see if anyone else had noticed anything unusual in their nocturnal meanderings. She sighed and returned to her desk and the pile of unread data padds strewn there. She grabbed the one nearest her hand. ".....food levels are in good order. Although, I'll admit. I miss the Regelian Crab Soufflet' reserves. It seems, only I and Lieutenant Tuvok really appreciated it.... " She could practically hear Neelix's chuckling.. She set that padd down... A sudden stab of pain shot through her head and down her chest. Choking, Kathryn fell from her chair and tried to reach her combadge. Had there been something wrong with the coffee? Came the ridiculous line of thought. A thick haze mingled through red and all of her limbs went numb. She could reach the badge.. She was paralyzed.. She tried to make a sound but failed.. and lapsed into unconsciousness, sprawled onto the floor. ********************************** Subject : Remote terminal relay.... Bioflag alert Kathryn Janeway, A., Commanding.... From: "patti keiper" Date: Sat Feb 6, 2000 0:09:07 CST The empty cargo bay hold resounded with the last of Tuvok's tricorder audio emissions. The coordinate array panel in front of Tuvok began to glow. He leaned closer. It was a scan for anti-matter tachyons that had been negliently left on active mode. That kind of scan was normally reserved for locating ships of unknown configuration. Seven's DNA fragments were clearly visible on his bioscan readings as having been the operator. But she was no where to be found. Another puzzling thing drew Tuvok's attention. The alert illumination status bar on the console was dark and silent. A young ensign bustled into the room. She was clad in science blue, "Excuse me sir? I think we have a problem. The com system just went out ship wide. I have only found logs of auxillary computer squirts to various crew members; one with a priority alert bioflag from the remote EMH monitor relay. S-Sir,..someone is reported down. I don't know who yet or where,... but I have my suspicions. No one has seen the captain since she relinquished the con for the night. Communications report that she last spoke with Seven of Nine before the outage from her ready room. I-I.. can't raise the bridge at all. What should I do?" ********************************* Subject :Respond. Recalibrate tricorder to last transmission received. Priority One Alpha. > From: Niels van Elzakker Date: Sun Feb 6, 2000 13:09:56 GMT > >Tuvok here recalibrating completed, what`s going on i detected several temporary distortions. It does not seem logical it is .. > > transmission ends.. > >Tuvok finds himself in the astrophysics room suddenly.. Captain ... Seven. . How did i end up here i seem to missing part of my recollection. Were we not at red alert.... Hmmm /this is very interesting. > >tuvok ******************************* From: Niels van Elzakker Subject : On the alarmcall Date: Mon 6, Feb 2000 07:04:12 GMT Calm down ensign... (put name of ensign here) I don`t know yet what is going on but i intend to find out shortly. Since communication is down we will have to get to the captain first though there is one problem. Come take a look at this , Tuvok pointed to the tachyon readings that where still showing. Apparently someone and based on these bio readings it would have to have been Seven of nine. Now based on these readings we could be dealing with intruders, so i suggest we first make our way to some weapons then we will have to find out exactly where the captain and the rest of the crew are. Best bet for us is i think the bridge cause if there are intruders it would be one of the rooms we could find them. Unless offcourse you can tell me where the injured crewman can possibly be found in which case we will have to get to him first. Tuvok *************************************** Subject: Dax is aboard!! From: "E. Beltran" Date : 7 Feb 2000 08:34:45 CST Jadzia was thrown backwards with a thud. Her head hit the floor and she momentarily saw stars. Starfleet instincts made her ignore the pain and continue moving into a crouch. Phazer drawn and pointed towards the last position of Dukat. He wasn't there. Dax whipped around, scanning the near empty room. It was a crewman's quarters, unoccupied from the looks of it. Standing up, Dax moved to look around the room more. A thought suddenly occurred to her and she glanced quickly down at her midsection. The Starfleet uniform was intact. No burn marks were apparent. She could have sworn that Dukat had gotten a direct hit. After investigating the room more Jadzia decided to contact the captain. "Dax to Captain Sisko." She said, after tapping her com badge. "Unknown person." The computer answered. ************************************* From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: Off the Port Bow.... Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2000 11:35:50 -0600 Meanwhile, on the bridge... Chakotay reviewed the sensor logs carefully...and then triple checked them... "Tom, full stop!" He ordered "Aye sir...Full Stop." Paris responded. Chakotay glanced at Kim. "Can you identify the object off the port bow?" Kim looked up from the data streaming across his console in astonishment, "It's a life form of some kind!" "Lifesigns?" "Intact!" Kim replied. "Transporter Room 2, lock onto the following coordinates," Chakotay punched in the figures into his console, "and beam the life form aboard. Erect a level two force- field around the transporter platform." "Understood," said the Transporter room Technician. "I'll be in Transporter Room 2," Chakotay said. "Paris, you have the bridge. Alert the Captain and have Tuvok meet me en route. This could be Seven!" * * * The technician slowly manipulated the transporter controls, erecting a forcefield as the beam was coalescing. The technician gasped in astonishment. Dressed in simple blue and green garmets, the figure stood up before the technician and promptly walked through the forcefield as if it wasn't there. The technician glanced down...'The field should be in place,' she thought. Just then, the transporter room doors slid open and Chakotay and Tuvok entered, weapons drawn. "Q!" Chakotay gasped. ************************************ Subject: [voyagerliveaction] stranger in a strange land From: "E. Beltran" Date : mon Feb 7, 2000 13: 07 : 56 CST Dax frowned and tried again, to no avail. She tried to contact different people as well: Worf, Kira, Odo, even Rom. No one seemed to be entered into the computer memory. Deciding to investigate Dax walked to the cabin door. The door slid open and she moved out into the corridor beyond. ************************************* Subject: [voyagerliveaction] stranger in a strange land Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2000 15:35:40 -0600 From: "E. Beltran" Jadzia walked out into the corridor, the cabin door sliding shut quickly behind her. Her eyes went wide as she looked first right then left down the corridor. This was not Deep Space Nine! The symbiot within her was telling her that she was on a star ship. Dax evidently was a bit more sensitive to the movement of the ship than Jadzia was. A brief thought occurred to her that she was on the Defiant, but she quickly dismissed that. She knew that ship up and down. This was a different class of vessel as well. There were no crew members in either direction. Jadzia stood in the corridor as she tried to get her bearing and listen for sounds of activity as well. "Computer, which way to the bridge?" The Trill asked and listened as the ship's computer relayed the information. Phaser still in hand and set to stun Dax walked quickly towards the bridge. ************************************* From: Niels van Elzakker Subject : Strange women Date Mon Feb 7 12:12:11 GMT Tuvok and the ensign where now closing in on the bridge, and oddly enough had not seen a soul yet. Untill all of a sudden they both heard someone approach from the other side of the corridor and just around the corner. Tuvok motioned the ensign to step aside behind a bulkhead so that they could ambush whoever was approaching. A woman rounded the corner with a phaser in hands. As she passed Tuvok slowly moved behind her carefull not to make a sound. But somehow she noticed and truned around her phaser pointing right at him as was his to hers. "Who are you and what are you doing here ?" tuvok said (tag Jadzia) ************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] stranger in a strange land Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2000 01:45:54 -0600 Jadzia steadied the phaser in her hand, turning her head slightly to one side as she maintained eye contact with the Vulcan in front of her. A young woman ensign was behind him. Dax had only just heard them as she passed by. "I'm Lt Commander Jadzia Dax. Who are you? What ship is this?" She answered, her voice level and calm. ---> take it away Tuvok ************************************* Subject: [voyagerliveaction] meanwhile........ Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2000 15:06:57 CST From: "patti keiper" She was in another place... It was warm and the light was soft and soothing. Janeway was reluctant to move. She glanced about but details escaped her. Was she really somewhere else? She remembered pain and a frightening choking sensation from before... that was... from her ship? Where was she? Janeway struggled to understand what was happening to her. Panic welled up unchecked. She did not want to die.. ***************************************** Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] stranger in a strange land Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2000 00:32:44 -0800 (PST) From: Niels van Elzakker (and tuvok takes the ball) Tuvok notices the uniform as it is a rather old one. I`m Lt. Commander Tuvok and you are on board the USS Voyager A. Your name sounds somehow familiar , how did you get here and what are your intentions? Tuvok said in a calm voice still pointing the phaser directly at her. Tuvok (tag Jadzia=== this could get interesting) *************************************** Subject: [voyagerliveaction] despair... Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2000 02:57:21 CST From: "patti keiper" The blackness was approaching. She could feel it come,.. "Mark? I'm sorry I never came home........" Awareness faded away... and a single hearts beating... *BEEP* (computer tie in to combadge. Shipwide.) ""Full communications have been restored. Abnormal lifesigns. Deck One."" **************************************** From: Niels van Elzakker Subject : priorty one Date Feb 8, 03:08:23 GMT =^= Tuvok to security get a team to the intruder and seal of deck 1 now =^= =^= underway sir =^= =^= Tuvok to captain Janeway please respond, Tuvok to bridge please respond =^= no response came "Lt. Cmdr. I know who you are and for now you will come with us" (while they were talking Tuvok remembered the entrance of Q and some of the things that happened after that) "Ever heard of a being called Q if yes i do not have to explain what`s going on, you are from a different timeline and somehow got here probably through the doing of Q" Ensign you said you may know were the person you reported as being injured may be i suggest we get there in a real hurry you, go and alert the appropiate medical help and then report to me." Dax you come with me were going to the bridge. tuvok (well let`s see what happens next) *BEEP* *************************************** Subject: RE:Bioflag critical... Priority One --Chief of Security Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2000 13:13:19 -0600 From: "E. Beltran" Jadzia quirked one eyebrow at the rapidly talking Commander. She had never heard a Vulcan speak with such a display of emotion, however repressed it still was. Keeping her mouth shut for now Dax followed the Security Officer to the bridge. ************************************* From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: An Intimate Conversation Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2000 13:33:17 -0600 The fog faded once again from Kathryn's eyes. She looked around in astonishment.She felt like she was floating...a curious sensation. Looking down, she could just make out a shape near her desk in her ready room. She tried reaching for her combadge but couldn't will her arms...did she have any arms? "Interesting, isn't it?" Janeway spun around at the voice."Q! Is this your doing?" "Unfortunately, not Kathryn. In fact I am not even here right now...so to speak. That's the benefit of being omnipotent. Not too hard to be in two places at once. I even created two Tuvoks on the ship for a short time... no one seemed to even notice. As we speak, your security guards are trying to manhandle me into the brig. Let them, I say. I could use a little peace and solitude." Q walked around the desk, stopping to slowly bend down and examine a stain on the floor carpeting. Bringing his fingers up to his nose, he sniffed carefully. Q grinned, "There is a lot going on aboard ship, isn't there? First the disappearance of Seven, then the appearance of Dax...oops, me and my big mouth, Kathryn. In your present condition, I doubt you'll ever find that out...And now this...you...Aren't you going to offer me some coffee?" Q leaned over Janeway in anticipation of her response. "Not on your life." Kathryn scoffed. "Aren't you the least bit curious what's happening to you?" Q goaded. She stared in horror to the form at her feet,.. "What have you done to me?" "Nothing. It seems we have a little mystery on our hands, doesn't it? What's the last thing you remember?" Q asked quizzically. Kathryn struggle to recall her memories, "I was... going over some reports in the ready room,.. over some coffee.... Then, suddenly, I couldn't breathe.." "I so do love being around Captains with near death experiences. There was this one time with Jean-Luc... quite interesting," the corporal being reminisced. Janeway startled. "I'm dead? " She circled the desk and knelt by the figure on the floor. It wore her own face. "Can you feel your primitive life systems shutting down? One by one? I could help you, you know... all you have to do is give the word..." Q stared deeply into Janeway's eyes. Kathryn steeled herself, "How do I know you haven't crafted all of this for some reason. I remember when you tried to seduce me into having your child." Q responded, "Because Kathryn, some part of what you would call my soul, my heart, still cares about you. I'm offering you life. You have to trust me. I can save you. All you need to do is give the word. Wouldn't you like that?" Kathryn tried to reach out to the body and grip its hand but her fingers slipped right through. "Oh, my God." she thought. "It's happening again." She recalled the time when she and Chakotay were caught in an ion storm and a near death parasite had almost taken her soul.. She became very afraid.. She faced Q. "I'm dying........" She turned to Q.... " I don't trust you...even with my life." "Then you have sealed your fate, not only for yourself but for all the lives you command and lead. Goodbye Kathryn. Maybe I'll visit you in whatever afterlife you believe in." Q got up off the desk and promptly vanished. Kathryn was suddenly sucked back into an endless void .. knowing nothing, at all any more. The last thing she heard was Q's maniacal laughter, taunting her... ************************************* This is the end of Recap One 02-10-2K (make sense now?) Patti the moderator...... *smirk*; ) WEEK TWO [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 02-16-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) *************************************** From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] Bioflag critical... Priority One --Chief of Security Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 05:22:31 -0800 (PST) Tuvok saw on Jadzia`s face the emotion he tried to supress, what was it that caused this. Something was seriously wrong here. Ah there was the bridge. Dax we must enter with caution there may be intruders in there. Cautiosly they enter the bridge.. it`s empty not a crewmember to be seen. Several screens are blinking as if they they were abandoned and not turned off and the ship was still at full impulse, heading unknown. At that moment the ensign reports in =^= Commander we have found the captain she is in a coma of some sort i....( the voice is tremoring) she may even die. She is in her ready room =^= =^= Acknowledged ensign do what you can we will be there shortly =^= Computer display heading and destination unable to comply Why insufficient data Computer full stop unable to comply =^-= Tuvok to engineering status report =^= no response He turns to dax we have to find out what is going on you were in charge of security i think if i remember correctly, I think we should sweep the ship for intruders. Seems security is the only team still on board see if you can get a ship wide communication out alerting all crew except the medical team to report to the bridge.. at that moment two ensigns came walking in .. you two stay here and help the commander here out. Try getting some of the systems online right now we only have partial life support and communications. Commander i will try to be back as soon as possible. with that said he left for the captain's ready room ( Captain's ready room a few minutes later..) As Tuvok entered he found the captain lying on the floor murmuring some indiscernnable words. A few padds she had apparently been looking lay scattered on the floor. Her body movements indicated she was either in shock or dreaming... Tuvok wondered were the ensign had gone off to and what was keeping the medics .. tuvok ************************************* Subject: Captain's readyroom,.. she's been found!! Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 12:53:54 CST From: "patti keiper" Tuvok drew out his tricorder and swept the room, looking for signs of an intruder. He found no unusual readings. The lights were flickering eerily due to the computer malfunction he had found on the bridge. Something was seriously amiss... He glanced down at the ensign crouched over Janeway and was about to speak when his combadge went off. --^-- Doctor to the bridge. This is an emergency! I've just received negative lifesign telemetry on the captain's combadge. She's arrested. You've got to act now! We're losing her!--^-- His tricorder confirmed the lack of a heartbeat. There was no more time to lose. Kathryn was dying... ************************************** Subject: Bioflag critical... Priority One --Chief of Security Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 13:45:23 -0600 From: "E. Beltran" Jadzia watched the Vulcan hurry over to the Captain's ready room off located off the bridge. She then turned back to a computer council and began to try to override the computer. To the two ensigns she said, "I can handle this here. Go with Commander Tuvok and check on the Captain." The ensigns, freshly drilled with Star Fleet protocol moved to comply. Dax smiled slightly and entered in a security protocol, sending out a ship wide alert. All officers who could would now run a complete search of the ship. After further typing at the keypad she was unable to override the ships computer to bring it to a full stop. She was about to call engineering when a thought occurred to her. Bending down beneath the console she pride off its underside. Working quickly she removed some connections and replaced them elsewhere. Finally, having managed to create a physical override she felt the ship come to a full stop. It was then she heard the Commander's announcement. --^-- Doctor to the bridge. This is an emergency! I've just received negative lifesign telemetry on the captain's combadge. She's arrested. You've got to act now! We're losing her!--^-- Dax was slightly startled. She must have also rewired the comunications system. Glancing over the systems report on the screen in front of her she noticed that the EMC was down. Deciding not to wait and try to get it back up she ran off the bridge and into the Captin's ready room. *************************************** Subject: RE: Captain's readyroom,.. she's been found!! Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 14:00:47 -0600 From: "E. Beltran" The ready room door slid open and Dax entered. She quickly took in the situation. The two ensigns she had sent off to help earlier hovered over a body on the floor. Comandar Tuvok knelt near by as well. All three looked up as she entered. "What happened here?" Jadzia asked noticing a faint stain on the carpet. She bent over it, getting closer to see just what it was. "I am not sure. This must be the reason for the bioflag signal I recieved earlier." Tuvok said. Dax jerked back quickly from the small stain. A coffee cup was resting near by, and it had a similar smell when she examined it as well. "Where is the emergency medical pack located?" She asked the vulcan. "I'll get it!" One of the ensigns jumped up and ran to fetch the pack. Tuvok looked at the trill, a frown on his face. "What do you think happened?" Jadzia handed him the coffee cup. "She's been poisoned." At that moment the ensign came back, medical pack in hand. Jadzia took it from him and opened it, dumping the contents onto the floor in front of her. Searching quickly through the bits and pieces she found what she was looking for and quickly injected it into the prone woman on the floor. Moving back a little from the captain Dax gently turned her onto her side, holding her there. A moment latter the unconscious woman came to and began to heave up the remaing contents of her stomach. All those in the room looked at the captain as she opened her eyes and peered about uncertainly. ************************************** FROM: in collaboration WITH: via MSN messenger Subject: The mystery deepens..... Date: 02-10-2K [ 10:07:14 CST ] Janeway coughed violently, clearing her airway and felt herself being eased to a semi sitting position as she recovered. Her limbs were trembling violently and she had no strength left to her. What had happened to her? She had vague recollections of meeting a very BIG problem... "Q....." she whispered. "Easy, captain." said a young ensign. The relief in her voice was undisguised. " You've been poisoned, but we've managed to counteract its effects. " Janeway's vision began to clear and she wanted to stand up. She grasped the ensign's arm and together they stood. Kathryn leaned against the woman while Tuvok checked her over with his tricorder. "Is there an intruder, ensign?" she asked. Kathryn noticed Dax for the first time and was caught speechless. "No ma'am." the ensign replied, "There's been no signs of intrusion at all. Except for Lieutenant Commander Dax here. She's from Deep Space Nine." Her forehead furrowed, "Apparently from the Alpha Quadrant. " "Another mystery, I see." Janeway took notice of Tuvok's silence on the matter. She wasn't worried . When he had a theory, Tuvok most certainly, would share it. " I've just met a nasty visitor, Tuvok . Go to red alert.." she closed her eyes and forced herself to think. " Situation report?" Janeway asked weakly. They were suddenly interrupted. Ready room doors flew open and Seven rushed to their side. "Captain, what happened?" Seven asked as she tallied the med kit supplies and the stain on the rug. "What is the problem? Can I be of assistance." Seven took the captain's weight onto her shoulder, seeing that the young ensign needed help. =^= Sick bay to anyone on deck one, please respond. =^= Seven pressed her com badge, =^= Doctor, the captain has been revived, I am bringing her to sick bay now.=^= Breathing a sigh of relief the doctor replied =^= I'll be expecting you shortly =^= "Tuvok. Get to the bottom of this. I want to know exactly what's happening to this ship." Janeway ordered. She almost fell and was caught. "Not exactly a hundred percent yet. Keep me posted." Seven and Janeway walked down the corridor quickly, escorted by the ensign's armed surveillance. The red wash of the alert almost hid the flickering panels around them. Seven's forehead creased with concern as she spoke, "Captain, few of the crew remain aboard. I have yet to locate their whereabouts. I have, however, found mass quantities of an anti-matter plasma discharge in a nearby nebula that has quantum signatures indicating significant temporal distortions in subspace." "Tell it to Tuvok. My concentration's shot to hell." ************************************* Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Q uestions and Q ueries Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 22:57:11 -0600 From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Q sat in the brig, twiddling his thumbs in annoyance. He was getting bored with the guards and decided that enough was enough. He looked over at the two humans guarding him. "Enough is enough!" he shouted. "I am really displeased with your company. I'm leaving." With that, Q gotup and attempted to walk through the forcefield. He tried pushing his hand through the humming barrier and was shocked to discover that he couldn't push through. "Someone's been doing some modifications to your technology. Very interesting...let me guess...Borg adapted?" Q's tried to mask his fascination with irritation but wasn't pulling it off. "How perceptive." Q turned around at the voice. "A hologram. Shouldn't you be attending to Captain Janeway?" "She is thankfully alright. We got to her in time, no thanks to you." "Are you accusing me of poisoning her?" provoked Q. "Perhaps." "Well I didn't. Now about this technology...you adapted the field from the time I was beamed aboard the ship to now. Very clever. Did that borg assist you?" The Doctor ignored him, "What were you doing floating in space?" "That, my dear EMH, would be telling," Q grinned. "Now, let's talk about you for a minute... How are you projected into this enclosed room?" The Doctor glanced at the ceiling, but too late. Q followed the dart of his eyes and noticed the holographic emitter. "Bingo!" shouted Q. Q then funneled himself through the emitter and travelled the ship's biotech circuitry in an instant, reemmiting himself in sickbay. He looked around, but Janeway had not yet arrived and was nowhere to be found. 'Maybe I'll try the bridge,' he thought as he vanished. ************************************ Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] The mystery deepens....... Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 23:32:13 -0600 From: "E. Beltran" Jadzia watched the Captain and others file out the door. The Vulcan commander was the only one left. They stared for a moment at each other. "Well, let's get this analyzed further. Maybe we can figure out where the poison came from if we cross reference it with the ports you've stopped at recently." She said to Tuvok, picking up the coffee cup being careful not to touch any remaining residue. Dax grabbed a stylus from the captain's desk and threaded it through the cup handle, lifting it. The trill headed towards the ready room door. Just as she was about to walk through it a sharp pain overcame her. Dropping the cup and stylus Jadzia clutched at her middle. A darkness passed before her eyes as she felt herself falling to the floor. **************************************** END Week TWO RECAP WEEK TWO --B-- [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 02-14-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ******************************************* Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] The mystery deepens....... Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 00:02:08 -0800 (PST) From: Niels van Elzakker Tuvok was caught in thought as he was processing the new information not sure what conclusions he would find. There were a number of facts he had to deal with that were yet unclear to the extent that he coulden`t connect them yet. What would Q be doing in a ship, why would he even need a ship if he is what he is. The missing crew probably had to do with the temporal distortions but even that was at this point uncertain and then the coffee poisoning highly unlikely as there were no intruders aboard the ship and besides the tricorder was just finished processing the scans he had done. It seemed that there was a foreign substance in the coffee that is to say there were a strange kind of bacteria present, something for the doctor to look at. Then he realized soemthing these were airborn and when inhaled could be harmfull maybe. Commander leave the cup .. put it down now. But was to late Jadzia collapsed right in front of him =^= Tuvok to the doctor i need your assistance here shortly, We have another crewmember down here i think i have found the cause and it may be a bigger problem then initially thought sending you the data now =^= the contents of the medical pack where still on the floor and tuvok knew what to inject even if she was not human in this case Trill physiology should not make a difference. Luckily Jadzia came to quickly. She seemed allrightas she had only been under for less then a second due to the quick response from tuvok. =^= Tuvok to doctor seem to have situation under control check the captain for the data i found =^= Commander are you ok or should we transport you to sickbay aswell =^= Tuvok to seven as soon as your able meet me at the brig we have someone to question =^= (yeah i know Q is no longer there but tuvok does not yet kno that) tuvok ************************************* FROM: "patti keiper" Subject: Thank god for NON existent little bundles of joy.. DATE: Fri, 11 Feb 02:22:45 AM CST The captain and the EMH were finishing up her treatment in short order. Kathryn rubbed her face with both hands . Seven remained discreetly out of earshot in the doctor's office. The ensign had gone on to help in the ship wide search for lingering intruders. "I knew I needed a little sleep, but, this,..." Janeway cocked a raw grin, "Is a little.....overkill." she remarked, angling her head as she studied her own results on the doctor's med tricorder from over his "shoulder". The doctor winced at her humor, but continued to run his scans of the captain, "Feel fortunate. You are in the clear. I can repair the damage you've suffered from the toxin and lack of oxygen now, but your weakness will have to mend on its own. Don't fanaggle any more omnipotent beings into confrontations, Hmm? Just to be on the safe side." Janeway slid off the bed with a sarcastic look of annoyance. "Doctor, when it comes to Q. I just can't help myself. Oh, and by the way... " she pointed to a certain indicator covering a very near and dear bodily function to most women, "Do I have any surprises in there?" The doctor's expression was unreadable, "Should there be?" he wanted to know. Gesturing for Seven to follow her,Kathryn left sickbay smartly, with a parting shot, "Not if I can help it." she headed for the bridge...... "Just tell Neelix there's a slightly remote chance he'll have to keep an eye on the diaper counts." Seven was pristinely unphased by the remark. But for once, the doctor had nothing to say..... ::Q?... and her?:: He shook his head firmly in the negative...... ************************************ FROM: "niels" SUBJECT: [liveactionvoyager] Dropping like flies Date: Sat 12 Feb 03:08:36 am PST Tuvok was still baffled from al the new information he just got though his face showed nothing. He was about to turn around and see what Jadzia was doing when he heard a thud and a coffee cup falling on the floor behind him so he quickly turned around.. Where he saw jadzia stretched out on the floor the cup a few meters away.. =^= Tuvok to the doctor, i have another person down not sure i can move her she is trill please advice =^= Tuvok feels a sharp pain in his neck and lungs walks a few steps and then drops his body falling right on top of Jadzia`s and he is out cold.. Tuvok ************************************* FROM: "patti" SUBJECT: Dropping like flies date: Mon 14 Feb 02:49:47 amCST The captain and Seven made good time getting to Deck One. Janeway felt almost one hundred percent. Now , if only the ship felt the same way. The flickering lights and the half life support showed only part of the mysterious computer failures aboard Voyager. The shields and deflectors were down as well. It was only by the blindest of luck that the Trill Dax had stopped their velocity in an area of space that was devoid of the usual debris field.But for that, they would've impacted and had been destroyed long ago. The search for other crewmembers was still going on, deck by weary deck. So far, only the security guards who responded to incarcerate Q during his phasing-two- places- at- once trick and the two helpful ensigns were present besides those officers she'd already encountered. Kathryn was worried. Q could've done ANYTHING to them. He could've taken them planetside for some odd purpose to entertain himself or..... worse. But, deep down, a gut feeling told her otherwise. Q had said that he was NOTresponsible for the tainted coffee she had ingested. He had even wanted to help her survive the ordeal. Puzzling. Janeway turned to Seven, "We've got a lot of work ahead of us. First, I want you to--" Her combadge came to life, startling her. >=^=Tuvok to the doctor . I have another person down. I am not sure I can >move her. She is Trill. Please advise. =^= That Dax woman ? In trouble? ::What the hell--!:: Janeway tapped her badge. "Tuvok? We're on our way.. Report!" She heard the doctor respond to the Vulcan only vaguely. The EMH was trying to get details; getting more and more insistent by the moment. ::Why doesn't he answer?:: she thought. "Tuvok! Can you hear me?" Silence. ::DAMN:: This wasn't going well at all. The computer confirmed her fears. ## Bioflag alert on Commander Tuvok. Deck One. Vitals signs abnormal.## Seven of Nine informed sickbay, "Doctor, it appears we have a simultaneous medical alert. The captain and I are on our way.Stand by for further information." She and Seven began to run. -------------------------------------------- Tricorders showed the readyroom free of any biological risk in just moments. Quickly, Seven and Janeway hurried inside. They found him, his body right on top of Jadzia`s , out cold.. Janeway tapped her combadge, "Janeway to sickbay." =^= Go ahead. =^= the doctor's voice urged. Kathryn knelt, making sure both were breathing well enough before she continued. "Doctor, they're both unconscious. And I'm reading double telemetry on Dax. I think she might be a joined Trill." =^= Very probably based on these readings. Have they come into contact with the toxin?=^= Both of their pulses were racing,..but no stains discolored their skin or clothing anywhere. Her search for signs was inconclusive. "I can't tell." she replied. "Seven, scan the room in detail. We're missing something." Seven straightened, sweeping her tricorder in a circle, "I'm reading evidence of temporal tachyon decay." Janeway flared, "Q!" Show yourself!!" It took only a moment for the being to make an appearance. ******************************* From: "E. Beltran" Subject: The arrival Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 19:53:22 -0600 She could feel herself falling, and then nothing. A blank and desolate nothingness surrounded her that sent a numbing chill strait through her. Something smiled through the darkness at her. It was not a nice smile. A pounding intensity made its way into her brain. Black thoughts dripping with blood and violence suddenly overwhelmed her. Jadzia lost her grip and fell, spinning into a nameless void. ******************************** FROM: 'patti keiper' Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2000 10:29:56 -0600 Subject : Here's to furry friends. Lt. B'elanna Torres struggled mentally from within her semi-comatose state. "Tom!" She could feel a dark mirth surrounding her in the blackness; a kind of mocking energy engulfing her spirit, seeking to dominate her will. Feelings. Dark, negative, hopeless feelings saturated her thoughts looking to seek entrance. Tom was dead, it said.You can't save him, it's hopeless, it said. You're all dead. Each revelation and thought pressed into her mind was leaden on her heart, threatening to pull her down into the morass of surrender. "Nooooooo!" With renewed vigor, she struggled yet harder, unwilling to believe and unable to give up.The fury in her hearts rose up and she fought a struggle in her mind that no one could see; no one could help her with. ----------------------------------------------------- Not long before, Lt. Torres had been enjoying a break with Lt.Tom Paris. "Ugh. I just can't wake up today!" Tom groaned. "You seemed pretty wide awake last night," B'elanna said with a wink. "With all that coffee you're drinking, I'm surprised you're not doing laps on deck." "So how come you're so awake this morning? As I recall, you were up just as late as I was. Here, have a taste of this." Tom handed the coffee cup to B'elanna who took a small sip and then grimaced. "This is ice cold! I can't see how you can drink it like this, even as desperate for caffeine as you are." B'elanna swooped up from her chair and headed towards the replicator, the day's tasks at hand starting to whir through her head. "I think what you really need," mused B'elanna, "is a Rakta..." The thump behind her stopped her midsentence. B'elanna spun around to see Tom lying on the floor in a slump. "Tom!" But by then, the waves of darkness were already washing over her conscious, taking her down to it's murky depths with B'elanna kicking and screaming all the way. ************************************** FROM: 'patti keiper' SUBJECT: Widened view... Date: Wed Feb 16 02:46:16 am CST Shipwide, the computer com came online.. #Level Two self diagnostic anomaly. Internal sensor grid is offline on decks four through seven# The young ensign, paused with her security team and spoke into her combadge, =^=Captain, there may be crew members in those blind areas. Should we break the current search pattern to check it out?=^= Janeway didn't look up, still awaiting a reaction from the Trill beneath her hands. She nodded to Seven to acknowledge her so she could focus on Dax's condition uninterrupted. Seven tapped her badge, =^=Ensign, the captain agrees with your plan. Please proceed.=^= ---------------------------------------------------- Efficiently, the young ensign and her team made their way into the blanketed section of the ship. Their tricorders were unreliable due to the tachyon decay interference but their communicators were uneffected. They still kept constant contact with the main computer. Ahead was the darkened mess hall. An odor of spilled food and drink assailed their noses as they crept inside.. Flashlight beams revealed two forms stretched out onto the floor. It was Paris and B'Elanna, seemingly unconscious. The team hurried to their aid...... ************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: Widened view..... Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 15:45:41 -0600 Jadzia floated in a haze. Darkness reigned and stretched out into eternity. She wondered briefly about where she was. Slowly, a sickening evil crept up on her. Warning messages flashed in her brain and sent signals to the non-existent parts of her being. Dax opened her eyes, looking around her curiously. She was lying on her back in the ready room with the Captain now standing over her. Another woman, bio-electrical equipment visible on her hands and face stood behind the brown hair Captain. "What happened?" Dax asked, struggling into a sitting position. ------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Enter pure evil...... Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 01:34:31 CST The ensigns' acknowledgement of her search order had barely died when Janeway felt Dax shift under her hand. The pulse she was monitoring suddenly increased. "Easy" she said as she looked down and put an encouraging expression on her face. Seven beside her knelt to offer assistance if it was needed. The young Trill opened her eyes and spoke, "What happened?" Dax asked, struggling into a sitting position. > ........Seven's biogenic arm that had expertly blocked the blow from hitting Janeway's head. She effectively pinned Dax's other arm and held her by both wrists, face to face. Kathryn flinched, momentarily startled by the attack. "Whoa! It's all right. We won't hurt you! Can you hear me?" She brought up a medical scanner probe to Dax's torso. ************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Going places... *enter Patti's second character* Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 03:40:56 CST Data's Spot was in a hurry... One minute he was about to sink his feline teeth into his master's formula number 18 cat supplement, the next, he was floundering neck deep in laundry with a strange being named Neelix trying to chase him down the corridor, spewing endearments. Suddenly, the red tom stopped in his tracks, every instinct aflame. His hackles went up. Something was very wrong. The subliminal awareness he always carried about the Enterprise had ... changed.. The all pervasive propulsion vibrations he associated with home were gone. An alien thrum had taken its place. Spot hissed. This was not his ship!! Even the smells were foreign. He shot into the nearby mess hall where he found the scent of two humans inside. A Klingon and a human. At last! Familiar scents! They were... on the floor? Spot catshrugged. ::Approachable then.:: he reasoned. Comfort was comfort and quietly positioned people were no strange exception. Spot was frequently motionless himself. He darted to their sides and curled up under the Klingon woman's chin, purring loudly... B'Elanna moaned but Spot only pressed nearer, heedless of her semi-conscious state. He only desired her fixing his problem. NOW. He paced back and forth and finally batted her nose with a full complement of claws. *********************************** From: Valentine Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Scratched by a Spot! Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 07:46:18 -0800 (PST) The oppressive darkness around B'Elanna threatened to wash her will away. *Wouldn't it be easier to surrender?* the othermind whispered. *You can't hold out much more from me*. Shock! Something brushed against her face, and B'Elanna moaned. The othermind seemed to waver for a moment and B'Elanna didn't waste a moment to renew her struggle against her invisible mental bonds. It was working! The othermind sensing the possible loss of it's prey pressed in harder on her, now worse than before. It squeezed against her and she could feel the barriers of her mind cracking against the strain. AAHHH!!! Pain scratched against B'Elanna's face and she screamed and sat bolt upright. "Aarrrghhhh!" She opened her eyes to see a cat jump back from her body and hiss at her, it's ears flattened back against it's sleek skull. "Spot. Spot?" B'elanna sighed in relief and called the cat to her. "It's okay Spot, I didn't mean to scare you." She coaxed the cat back with a soothing voice and Spot sensing that all was well, glided back towards her in the sinuous way that only cats can - especially when they're looking for affection. "You sure gave me a scare scratching me like that," B'Elanna said, touching her tender nose, "but this time I can forgive you." Spot arched his back against B'Elanna's other hand and glided away from her towards another, inert, body lying close by. "Tom!" ... *********************************** Post created via MSN messenger from "elena beltran" IN TANDEM communication WITH "patti keiper" Subject: Covergence... Date: Tues Feb 22 03:09:56 PMCST In the darkened, eerily red lit captain's lounge, the Trill tried to focus. Dax looked at the strange woman behind the captain. The bioelectrical equipment on the blond woman's face reminded her of borg implants for some reason. Confused, Dax tried to recall what the captain had just asked her. Janeway set down the med tricorder,.. "Lt., can you understand what I am saying?" Frowning at the two women before her, Dax nodded once, and tried to sit up better. "Yeah, I'm fine what happened?" Dax asked as she moved to stand. Seven let the woman go . She seemed calm enough now. Kathryn answered her, carefully studying her face. "You collasped in front of my security officer here and we don't know why. He's fine, just unconscious because of the tachyon emmissions that were present earlier." Dax looked back down at the vulcan on the floor. A dark expression flitted over her face. It was gone quickly, though Seven gave her an odd look. The captain missed it entirely, "I think we should all get to sickbay. The doctor needs to examine us all. Something unusual is happening and it...."She broke off as the ship shook beneath their feet,.. "That's a new developement." she said. Then, ironically, a normal computer tone sounded and announced, #Site to site transportation has been restored. Repairs to central internal sensor array is complete.# Seven wasted no time. "Computer, lock onto Lieutenant Tuvok and beam him directly to sickbay." The vulcan shimmered into sparkles. The doctor came online, =^=I have Mr. Tuvok. He'll be awake within moments. How's our other patient?=^= The captain tapped her combadge, "She's seems recovered for the most part. Problem on your end?" =^=Not from these readings. I trust you'll be visiting sickbay soon?=^= She grinned, "Count on it. But I've a situation up here that warrants attention first." The deck trembled again. "Feel that?" the captain asked the hologram. The doctor was wry, "Not one of our usual bumps I take it." "Not exactly. We're on our way to investigate. Oh, and stand by for further casualties. I'm sending them to you via tandem transporter beam. Number, unknown." =^=Standing by=^= came the reply. Kathryn grinned sardonically, "Well, at least some systems are functioning perfectly.Computer assess ship damage and injury. Beam any effected crew members to sickbay. Any able bodied crew, report to me directly. Code Pi Alpha Three." The computer net warbled. #Command code verified. Ship's status to follow.# The deck rocked again, more forcefully. Seven raised both eyebrows in alarm. "We should return to the bridge." The captain echoed her thoughts and needed no urging. "Agreed, " she addressed Dax. "Feeling well enough to help us out?" Dax nodded. Janeway motioned the three of them to the doors. "Good." the captain sighed. "I need all the help I can find to get to the bottom of all this. But first, have you ever heard of a being called Q........?" The deck doors hissed shut on Dax's answer. --------------------------------------------- In the mess hall..... "Tom!" B'Elanna cried. At that moment, the two ensigns came from out of the dark tricorders drawn. They had just entered the hall. The first one spoke, "Are you all right?" She knelt down by her side. The other woman moved to check out Tom Paris. "He's alive." she finally announced. B'Elanna sighed in relief, shifting to see him better. "Also there's no one else here. Just the four of us and..... one other non human lifesign." Alarmed, second ensign rose and nearly tripped over Spot who appeared out of nowhere to leap into B'Elanna's lap. Startled, the ensign drew her phaser. B'Elanna shouted, "Don't shoot! This is the Enterprise Data's cat! He's harmless. I just seem to.... remember him... from their archive records." she broke off, confused by her own admission? ::How in the world did I know that?:: she thought. The ensign obeyed her superior and slowly put the weapon away. Spot meowed loudly, desperately trying to push himself into B'Elanna's face, trying to hide. He was frightened and was in no way inclined to leave her any time soon. Just then, they all heard the captain come online over their combadges and the ship's intercom, =^=Computer assess ship damage and injury. Beam any effected crew members to sickbay. Any able bodied crew, report to me directly.=^= Tom Paris' still form sparkled into light flecks and disappeared. The first uneasy ensign motioned, "We've got to go. Y-You heard the captain. Lieutenant Torres, are you all right to come with us? She'll be glad to hear you've been found." B'Elanna shook off the last vestige of the strange dark pall and regained her feet. She watched Spot begin to do his best weaving, in and out of her legs. She noticed he was reluctant to lose contact with her even for a moment. "Let's go, if this lighting is any indication, it'll be HOURS before my ship is functioning again." she grumbled. ----------------------------------------------- From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] K'Ehleyr reporting in Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 13:17:40 -0600 The blade decended, the pain ripping through her like nothing she had ever felt before. Then, darkness. Nothing. A void surrounded her. 'Is that even possible?' she thought. The darkness began to take shape and she could feel herself being propelled through it, but to where? She felt herself unceremoniously dumped on a hard surface, but did not feel the pain she expected to from her wound. She felt cautiously; it was gone, she was healed. Lights flickered around her, drawing her attention to he rsurroundings. She appeared to be in standard issue Starfleet quarters, but they were different from what she last remembered. A glance to the side showed a glass table fully intact - definitely not the same place she left. Where was she? Where was Duras? Where was her son? ******************************************* This is the end of Recap TWO B -02-23-2K Patti the moderator...... *smirk* ;) WEEK THREE [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 02- 24-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ******************************************* From: Valentine Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] On the Way, Captain! Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 08:45:32 -0800 (PST) Lt. Torres, two ensigns, and an orange striped cat headed in double time to meet their captain. It was hard not to stop and check out the prone bodies on the floor of the hallway, but within seconds many of them started to flicker and then the disappear as they were transported to the sick bay. "The Doctor will certainly have his holographic hands full!" she stated wryly. But would he be able to revive anyone, specifically Tom? ::No, no time to think of that.::She forced herself to turn her thoughts to the duties at hand. ::I've got to figure out who's been screwing around with this ship! Just wait until I get my hands on...:: But just whom, or what, was it that she wanted to get her hands on anyway? Her anger renewed the pace of her step and she fairly flew towards her Captain's position with the two ensigns in tow. ^^Captain, Lt. Torres on her way^^ she comm'ed ahead. ^^What the hell's happened here?^^ Spot trotted as closely behind her as he could, but he was of two minds. :: Have to stay with this almost-human and protect her. But the not-right thrum on this ship is getting stronger...:: Spot mewled and jumped at B'Elanna's ankle. *************************************** From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] K'Ehleyr goes a wandering Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 12:23:09 -0600 She did not like this feeling of unknown. She needed to find her son; if Duras had tried to attack her, surely he would go after her son next. "Computer, locate Alexander, son of ambassador K'Ehleyr," she ordered, slowly climbing to her feet. #No such identity found# the computer responded. Oh no! Was she too late? If Duras had harmed her son, he would pay with his very life. One person would know for certain. "Computer, locate Lt. Worf." #No such identity found# the computer repeated. She tried several more names of crew members she had met in passing, none of which the computer could find. She had to at least get her bearings. "Computer, identify ship's location." #Sector 054891, Delta Quadrant# "What?!?" The way the lights still flickered, she doubted its accuracy, but she still had nothing else to go on. The only way to truly discover where she was and what was going on would be to investigate for herself. She walked to the door that she assumed led to one of the ship's corridors, and after a brief hesitation, it opened. 'Something is wrong,' the thought returned to her as she took a glance in either direction. She was aboard a starship, the windows in the room and the general structure of things had confirmed that much, but it was definitely not the Enterprise. A small noise down the hall caught her heightened Klingon attention. She knew she could not trust anything at this point, and there was no way she was going to venture out unarmed.She looked to the glass table with a wry smile."Another one gone," she sighed as her fist went through it with ease. She tore a piece of cloth from the nearby couch and wrapped it around one of the larger shards as a grip. Now sufficiently armed, she stepped out into the corridor. *************************************** FROM: 'patti keiper' Subject: Juxtaposition Date : Thurs Feb 24 03:12:19 PM CST Spot kept his claws retracted even as he leaped.... Then, he hung onto B'Elanna's ankle until his weight got her attention and dragged her to a halt. "Listen, cat. I don't have time for this!" B'Elanna exclaimed. Her need to get to answers was overwhelming and she almost kicked him free. Jumping back, Spot only yowled louder and batted at his own ears. ::The thrumming wrongness hurts! She must hear it:: he thought. Before anything else happened, another form materialized just out of clear eye range from the darkness. Startled, Spot flattened his ears and crouched, positioning himself in front of Torres. This new scent was angry.. and ...Klingon! The two ensigns drew their phasers, "Halt!" one of them warned. "Come out where I can see you!" K'Ehleyr stepped foward towards B'Elanna and Spot, the glass shard in her hand glinting in the half light. ----------------------------------------------------- On the bridge--------- Seven, Dax and the captain were hard at work. It didn't take a genius to learn that most of the ship's systems were either offline or partially functional. But, thankfully, the main computer core was intact. All that remained was to reboot the entire network. Once that happened , ship's functions would be fully restored. ::And the lights:: Kathryn smirked. ::Darker than pitch in here:: Janeway heard an incoming hail and looked up from the panel she was disassembling by the conn. She shifted off of her knees to her feet as the message relayed. =^=Lt. Torres to the captain. What the h@ll is happening to my ship?=^= Kathryn grinned, ::Good old B'Elanna. Your anger's just the thing we'll need. I can't make head nor tails of these last remaining computer lockups :: Mainframe had failed to give her its damage report but she managed to find out that eleven crewman had been evac'ed to sickbay successfully. Of the other ninety six crew, there was no sign at all. Janeway swallowed hard and vowed to herself that she'd find them soon. Where ever they were. And bring them back home.. The captain turned to see Dax running a diagnostic at the science station. She spoke to the young woman who was still pale and drawn looking, "Did you find anything more specific about Seven's discovery in astrometrics? That cloud out there can't be natural. I've never seen readings like these before. All the neighboring stars are redshifted, as if they're being "stretched" in some way out of our time frame. The tachyon field is definitely emanating from that nebula." Dax concurred, "It's also responsible for the gravity waves we've been feeling." "Any damage being done to the hull or shields?" Kathryn asked. Seven interceded, "None. However, there's a new development. I am reading several temporal signatures coming from crewman who appear to be on their way here. They are not from Voyager." Janeway's eyes widened, " You mean like Dax here? Pulled from their own time and place.?" "Yes." The borg nodded, "I believe so." Kathryn wondered, "Who are they?" Dax drew her lips into a thin line, " We'll find out soon enough. You've ordered them to report." -------------------------------------------------- From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Return of Q! Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 16:31:46 -0600 Q materialized on the lowermost deck of Voyager's saucer section. He collapsed on the ground from the effort. "Damn!" he said aloud. Q used all his strength to change his appearance to that of a normal Starfleet crew member, using the latest Starfleet design from DS9. 'Can't be five years behind the times,' he thought. He rose to his feet and stumbled to a control panel in the deserted corridor, tampering with the controls. He then staggered to the now unsealed doors to a rarely used part of the ship, located on the underside of voyager: The Captain's Yacht. "How fitting!" Q said aloud as he stumbled into the automated bridge, collapsing in the captain's seat. "Computer, activate shields around Captain's yacht, to these specifics." "Unable to comply. Action would result in substantial harm to Voy-" "Override." Q changed his voice to match that of Janeway's. "Yacht powering up," the computer replied, "Three seconds until impact." Q smiled. He so enjoyed making things difficult for Kathryn. 'Besides,' he thought, 'She never uses this vessel anyway.' Warning klaxons screamed on the bridge of Voyager as the ship was rocked. On the outside of the ship, the shields around the Captain's Yacht flared into existence, pushing the smaller vessel away from Voyager and tearing the moorings and clamps off the ship, exposing Voyager to a variety of hull breaches in seconds. "Nothing like sloppy seconds!" Q grinned. He maneuvered the ship a safe distance away from Voyager, cursing the primitive mode of transportation all the while. Q could already feel his powers growing, now that he was away from the temporal distortion of the ship. Q opened a channel to Voyager. ------------------------------------------------- From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] Juxtaposition.... Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 18:06:46 -0600 The Captain's voice startled Dax. "Did you find anything more specific about Seven's discovery in astrometry? That cloud out there can't be natural. I've never seen readings like these before. All the neighboring stars are red shifted, as if they're being "stretched" in some way out of our time frame. The tachyon field is definitely emanating from that nebula." Quickly switching the computer display in front of her to another screen Dax nodded. "It's also responsible for the gravity waves we've been feeling." The trill said. "Any damage being done to the hull or shields?" Kathryn asked. "None. However, there's a new development. I am reading several temporal signatures coming from crewman who appear to be on their way here. They are not from Voyager." The half-borg replied before Dax had a chance to think of a plausible reply. The Captain's eyes widened, " You mean like Dax here? Pulled from their own time and place.?" "Yes." The other woman nodded. "I believe so." The light brown hair captain wondered aloud about who the mysterious crewmen could be. Dax hid a small smile and schooled her face into a neutral expression. Then she said, " We'll find out soon enough. You ordered them to report." ************************************ Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 22:28:36 -0000 From: "Anne Johnson" Subject: A ship arrives A ship suddenly appears on screen. It is badly damaged. It looks like no one has surrvived. Suddenly, a woman appears on screen. She has a small cut on her forehead, but doesn't look badly injured beyond that. =^=This is Counseler Deanna Troi. I am asking for assistance from your ship. I am the only surrvivor of this ship. If you do not help me, I shall surely die.=^= Her face is pleading for help as sparks shoot from broken cords above her. Behind her, crew members can be seen lying dead. Whatever did this intended to kill every living thing. ******************************* From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] New Ship Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 07:38:47 -0600 Q watched the new ship drop out of warp nearly on top of the yacht and voyager. He quickly scanned the ship and his grin dropped off his face. He manuvered around Voyager placed it between his ship and the newcoming ship.His ship was momentarily caught in Voyager's temporal wake and Q grimaced. If his suspicions were right about what caused the damage on the new ship, he knew Voyager was in over its head. Q continued Hailing Voyager. ******************************************* From: Valentine Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The Kinmeeting Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 09:39:44 -0800 (PST) ::Who the H*ll is that?:: B'Elanna instinctively reached for her phaser and brought it quickly to hand. "Drop it NOW!!!" she commanded the tall approaching form, "and put your hands where I can see them!" Spot jumped forward and hissed and then... cocked his head at the approaching figure. His whole stance seemed to relax just a fraction into one of undecided curiosity. The ensigns readied themselves as the figure slowly stepped in to the light... ******************************************** From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] The Kinmeeting Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 13:29:31 -0600 K'Ehleyr could feel the edge of the glass cutting through the fabric as she tightened her grip. They were getting closer. There was at least three of them, she could tell that much from the sound of their footsteps. She turned the corner and found two ensigns, or at least what she assumed were ensigns (their uniforms looked different than she remembered the Enterprise crew wearing), armed and ready, standing before a vauguely familiar face. "Drop it now!" She didn't know who said it, but it didn't matter. She was in a strange place, surrounded by who knows what, and two little p'togs had the audacity to hold phasers on her and order her around. Before they even knew what hit them, she leapt forward and took them both down to the ground, knocking the phaser out of one of their hands. The other ensign scrambled to get a shot, even at close range, but found a slice across their forearm made that very difficult. The first crewman attempted to go hand-to-hand with the half-Klingon, but soon regretted the decision. A swift kick to the solar plexus, and a fist in the other direction, and both ensigns were down for the count. That left only one obstecle in her way. K'Ehleyr felt rather than saw the other woman lunge at her, and a holler escaped from deep within her throat. A holler she could have sworn was echoed by her attacker. Unlike her previous adversaries, this one had actual strength behind her attacks. Try as she might, K'Ehleyr found she could not throw the other woman off. She whipped herself around and finally found herself face-to-face with the other fighter. Her surprise at what she saw allowed the other woman to get a better grip on her, but even that weakened as recognition flooded over both women's faces. 'It was not possible', she thought. But her, it was her - older, somehow, but her. "'lanna?" she breathed, remembering a friend she had not seen in far too long. "K'?" the Starfleet uniformed officer replied before both nearly collapsed on the floor. ************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject : Hell Hath no fury... Date: Sat Feb 26 03:04:19 PM CST Janeway looked up as a great shudder gripped the bridge. The tremor grew and the deck bucked, throwing everyone to the ground. Her head impacted the floor and split the skin above one eye. Angrily, she wiped away blood.. #Hull breach. Flight deck and decks four through seven.# the computer announced. Janeway shot to her feet, "Computer! Strengthen all available power to the structural integrity field! " #Structural integrity fields initialized four times normal. Hull breaches are fully contained.# Seven finished Janeway's line of thought, "Computer, What is the cause of the hull damage?" #Captain's yacht has launched. Authorization: Janeway, Kathryn, A., commanding.# Janeway paused for a split second, "What the h-? That's impossible. " then...... "Q!" she spat... Seven announced from ops, "He's pulling away... Captain! I'm reading another ship!Bearing full ahead. She's broadcasting a distress call. I can't quite make it out. Lifesigns, one....extremely weak... the rest are dead. She says she's Counselor Deanna Troi of the Enterprise. Shall I beam her to sickbay?" Kathryn staggered to her chair, "No! Keep those shields up! We still don't know the whole situation. I'll not expose anything more to Voyager. We're too badly damaged....Dax, contact Q. I want t-" Ironically, she got her wish. Q's hail cut into the comm system, .... he was requesting a response from Voyager... ::Of all the unremitigating gall.:: Kathryn thought ferociously. "I've had enough for one day already!!" She spoke to the air. "Computer! This is Janeway. Emergency override. Erect a level ten forcefield four meters square on the bridge. Beam EVERYONE not in sickbay here. Implement now. One way or another, things are coming to a head." It only took a moment for the field to "snick" into place. Several crewman began to materialize. #Weapons detected# the computer reported. "Disarm them." Janeway snapped. B'Elanna, K'Ehleyr, Kira,the two ensigns, a security guard, and one very startled cat solidified into being before her. "All right. Just what the h@ll is going on here?!" Janeway didn't even feel her cut anymore. Captain Janeway tapped her combadge to open a channel to both the Captain's yacht and the unknown federation shuttle... She made her message loud and clear.... ------------------------------------------- (attachments) Audio : "Any aggressive action against this ship or its crew, .. will be met with the deadliest force!" ************************************ From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Temporality rears an ugly head... Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2000 01:13:26 PST Time slowed to a crawl. Sensations dimmed to pale shadows of themselves. The viewscreen..... phased.. outside of itself like a mirage. The two ships' images displaying there corkscrewed into a sickening morass. A single line of blood from a cut slowed in its trailing toward its gravity point. Then it flowed not at all. Kathryn gasped. Reality was... altering.. ::Temporal wave!!:: she thought. ::Must... get...clear..:: Q's voice seemed to shatter the chaos. =^=Get out! There's danger.=^= ::Or was she just imagining it?:: came a reply from inside her own head. The thickening "molasses" on the bridge eased long enough for the frozen Seven's suddenly jolted internal nanoprobes to react. On their own, they leaped from her assimilation conduits at her wrist into the foward conn's circuitry. Within moments, they threw the ship into a cold start and the impulse engines slammed into reverse. Voyager limped backwards, away from the nebulous cloud. Simultaneously, a tractor beam shot out and dragged the Counselor's Federation shuttlecraft within it along with the ship. An eternity or perhaps just microseconds past. There was a roar of static, an ungodly thrum that grew... then it receded into the distance. Voyager jerked free. The temporal wave was no more and soon, the stasis had gone with it. Splash! A crimson drop soaked the carpet... For a moment, no one moved. Then everyone began talking all at once. *************************************** From: "Anne Johnson" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Grand Entrance Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 02:53:01 -0000 Deanna stood breathless. She looked around her. People were all looking at her and talking. ::What is with all this chatter? Why doesn't someone come right out and ask me why I'm here?:: She held her hand up to touch her cut. The blood flow had slowed, but she needed medical attention. ************************************ FROM: "matt savelkoul" Via MSN Messenger in TANDEM COMMUNICATION with "patti keiper" Subject : One mess after another... Date : Sun Feb 27th 2000 11:56:09 PM CST ---------------------------------------------- Q continued to hail Voyager. He banged his fist on the console in front of him. Maybe a little telepathy to Kathryn? ::She'll need all the help she can get!:: Q thought.Janeway took in a huge breath, reeling. The effect was gone. She glanced over to Dax who was recovering. Then she heard something... the low thrum was back. Q watched the screen in front of him distort as Voyager passed through another temporal wake. He carefully linked his conscienceness with the bioneural circuitry of the yacht, willing it to move away from the effects of the distortion. He grinned as the maneuvering thrusters of the yacht complied with his thoughts. On Voyager, returning chaos insued..again time ceased but then its stasis retreated to precisely the area around the level ten containment field. Everyone inside of it froze in an electric blue glow. Janeway, Seven, and Dax were uneffected. Kathryn cried out involuntarily. Through a haze, she spoke aloud, .. "What?" There was this whisper in her mind.. Q appeared on screen in front of her. "Kathryn, we need to talk." Feeling her aching head and the blood there, Janeway nodded to Dax to open a channel to the main viewer. "Not now, Q. That shuttle needs us." "You might want to hear what I have to say, Kathryn." Q grinned and glanced around him, "Nice little ship." "My gripe with you will have to wait. First you cripple my ship. Steal my yacht and now all of the sudden you want to be civil? First repair our damage and THEN I'll talk." She stood and met his gaze on an even ground. "You are in no position to make demands, Captain. Cowering with your crew in a little forcefield. How human." Q spat the word out like a slur. In the back of her mind Kathryn grimaced. She had to win him over. "As you can see. I have a little temporal puzzle on my hands, Q. Only some of us are being contained. Return my ship."She fought to keep awake. She felt a weakness that was growing. ::Another wave coming?:: she wondered. "Kathryn," Q intoned, trying a different tactic, "Face it, you need MY help to get out of this mess. Believe me, I did not cause your current predicement." He glanced down at his monitor and typed in a stream of coordinates to Voyager. "Move your ship here. You have 15 seconds before another wave hits." In concert, Q started moving the Captain's Yacht out of the way, instinctively knowing where the distortion would appear. Straightening, Janeway tried again, "Tell me about the federation shuttle, Q. That woman is trapped and hurt. Dax, move to his specified coordinates. I don't like it but we're in no position to argue." Dax complied and Voyager mirrored the yacht's flight plan only a light second behind her. "I can't help you there, Kathryn. The woman aboard the ship is delirous. Serious oxygen deprivation judging by her color." Q grinned, "You'll have to lower your shields to help her, you know." Janeway flared, "You know I can't do that. We'll implode from the breaches! Find me another option , Q!" "Hmm...I did cause those, didn't I? Silly me." He reached to cut communications, "Oh well." Seven, still a little stunned, spoke up. "The shuttle's lifesupport is failing. What he is saying is true." Janeway stood , "All right, Q,.... I'm,.... asking... for your help. Is that what you want to hear? Fine. So... now I am..... asking." Kathryn fought down her anger and spread her hands wide. "You have me over a barrel, Q." "And again, Kathryn, I'm telling you I CAN'T help her. Why do you think I 'borrowed' your Yacht in the first place? I had to get away from the temporal distortions of the Carousel Coordinate. I could have taken a shuttle," Q looked around him at the interior of the Yacht, "but this is so much more grandiose and posh. Plus better defenses." Q stretched languidly. "Troi's your problem now. Third time's a charm, Kate. I didn't bring this person here." The computer warbled #Subspace fluctuation 452 mark 6. Dead ahead.# Janeway grinned.::That's Q's path! Time for a little of his own medicine:: She nodded to Dax making a passing over gesture low in her lap. The Trill was perceptive. She rapidly disengaged the tractor beam on the counselor and shifted it over to Q's yacht. Janeway didn't hide her alarm and sense of urgency. "Dax, reverse course." The captain shouted at the screen. "Q, look out!" The hastily redirected yacht was, thankfully, pushed out of harm's way. Q glanced up in surprise. He wasn't expecting this. Kathryn's eyes glinted brightly. "Didn't see that did you. Now I wonder why not.. Could you be trapped here with us? I think it's about time we start working together , don't you?" "How astute, Kathryn, " he paused, glancing at all the people in the bridge, frozen or otherwise. He even afforded the rigid red tabby a frown. "Can we talk somewhere a little more private? Your ready room, perhaps?" Janeway glanced over to Seven, "Mind the store. I'll be right back.." She bruskly indicated her office door, "You know the way, Q..." "Maybe not Kathryn. I'll stay right where I am, thank you. You can have the Trill pipe me in, of course. I'm not leaving this ship for the life of me." Inwardly, Kathryn worried about the Counselor. If she was "changing color", she was in grave danger. And now Q was tap dancing around like any cornered coyote. It was a pathetically pallid sight. She got angry. "You not going anywhere ,Q." Janeway targeted his port nacelle with a phaser volley and fired. It imploded soundlessly. "Now we're in the same boat... Start talking." -------------------------------------------- Q grimaced as shocks of pain racked his body. He started to black out but retained consciousness long enough to send a mind speak to Janeway. It wouldn't register for her for a minute or so. He slowly sunk under, his mind racked with the pain of the phaser blast, being psychically connected with the ship's bionet.As the disabled Yacht drifted from the blast, venting plasma, another wave hit Voyager, sending the ship back into chaos. Q mused in a haze of shock ::Without my abilities to navigate the sector, Voyager is just as vulnerable as the shuttle decaying near her.:: Voyager's bridge went jet black and filled with smoke.. All of her shields went down. The emergency red lights came on. For a few moments there was silence, then Dax's voice rang out, "I've got a lock on the shuttle and the counselor.. Beaming her aboard. Receiving temporal telemetry from the yacht. He's got trouble there. " Janeway glanced up at the screen.::Same here.:: It was hideously rippling in and out of phase. The pyschic fog lifted in Janeway's mind and revealed a vital piece of information. She stood, mesmorized, taking it all in. Meanwhile, there was no further live communication from the Yacht. It hung lifeless in space. The captain made a decision.She ordered Dax to beat a hasty retreat. Voyager regained normal space... The containment field on the bridge surged into life again. The stasis surrounding it had gone. The crew inside began to stir. The captain closed her eyes, focusing deep within her thoughts, #Kathryn, this area of space is known as the Temporal Carousel Coordinate. If I sent you this, I'm assuming you did something rash, which is why I cannot deliver this in person. The Continuum sent me to unravel the nexus point here, but it is more difficult than I thought. In truth, I've been trapped here for almost a year. As you might have eventually guessed, I lured your ship here to help me, along with these people on your bridge. More are on the way. I hand picked them myself for the skills they bring regarding Temporal Displacement Phenomena. And there are many races that travel through time and spa#.... the mind link abruptly cut off. The captain staggered, suddenly released, and saw the Yacht start to distort on screen, it was being pulled into another tidepool eddy of the Carousel Coordinate."Dax, is the hull holding?! Get those shields back up!" she shouted. "Trying!" The Trill tried. "Keep that tractor lock on Q!" Kathryn ordered. Voyager's engines began to whine..... The connection was suddenly broken. Voyager tilted and righted. When the viewscreen cleared, there was no sign of Q. ::But.... I ... still hear him. In my head..:: Kathryn thought. She closed her eyes......:Q?:: ::Kathryn, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into::. the voice whispered.... Sparkles on the carpet broke her concentration. Troi's still form materialized at her feet. Janeway knelt, feeling for the woman's pulse.. It was a very near thing.... ::Q? Where are you?:: "Dax, get a medikit. We're gonna have to stabilize her first." The Trill complied, and soon, a hypo boosted the counselor's vital signs. Her breathing intensified. And her skin flushed a healthy pink. She would recover . Janeway stood, focusing inward.. Q appeared, flickering onto the bridge, using his last ounce of strength to will himself into the forcefield that protected his corporeal existence from the strain of the Coordinate. Unfortunately, this also left him defenseless. Spot, free from the time effect, leaped at his throat.. Q let out a shriek, leaping to his feet, neatly avoiding the feline's trajectory just in time to look at the viewscreen, his eyes widened as he saw the form of the pilotless Yacht move into view, slamming into the saucer section of Voyager. Seven flew over her board. The tractor beam pulsed and pushed it away with the barest scraping of metal on metal.. It was a very narrow miss. A very satisfied grin on her face, she challenged Q. "Nobody messes with my ship!" But Spot did. Landing hard, he promptly coughed up a hairball. *************************************** From: Cat Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] One mess after another... Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 01:13:44 -0600 >From "Elena Beltran" Via KEYBOARD messenger in Tandem typing with "Cat" Dax turned and watched as the captain's lips moved wordlessly. The Voyager captain seemed to be in a daze. Quickly the trill walked over to the captain and asked her if she was okay. After getting no response for several minutes, Dax came to a decision, and slapped her across the face. "Captain! Snap out of it!" Dax exclaimed. Raising her arm to slap the captain to bring her out of her shock once more, she found her movement blocked. The half-Borg held her wrist firmly in one hand. "Your actions appear ineffective.Allow me," the other woman said and slapped the captain sharply across the face. Kathryn did indeed snap out of it. Q's mind speak had left her completely now. In fact, Q himself, was watching all of this with keen interest. He'd no doubt reply later on. Janeway shook her jaw significantly. "You pack a real punch, Seven. But thanks anyway. Janeway to the EMH. Respond.." =^=Sickbay here. What is the medical emergency?=^= "Is your mobile emitter on line yet? I sent that security guard to implement it two hours ago..." =^=It is. But I haven't finished treating the eleven here yet.=^= "Can't you monitor them from here?" She pointed to the bridge deck. =^=Certainly.=^= came the instant reply. The captain grimaced. She turned off the Bridge containment field from around everyone but Q. "I have a new arrival here. Several in fact. Everyone. Meet the Doctor. Shortly, anyone who wishes to go will be escorted to crew quarters where he will examine you carefully. But first, he will see to this woman on the floor." The EMH materialized with a full medipack. He set to work. Janeway ordered the two security guards to escort everyone to their quarters on deck six. The least effected by the breaches. Sickbay was full already. There was no space for more people. The captain met the temporal crew's eyes. One pair offered displeasure. "Dax." She spoke up, "Escort this young Klingon woman to deck six. Make her comfortable." She would learn the woman's name soon enough. But she had priorities. K'Ehleyr and Dax left the bridge.. She turned back to everyone else, intent to the business at hand. ************************************* From: "E. Beltran" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Dax get's busy... Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 03:53:10 -0600 Dax walked silently to the turbo lift, expecting the tall kligon woman to follow. Once they were both in the lift Dax barked out an order to proceed to deck six. Wondering mildly exactly what the Captain had in mind in order for her to "make her comfortable". The trill could feel the Klingon's eyes on her as they rode the lift down to deck six. Dax sensed that the young Kligon was about to speak several times yet remained quiet through the ride. For the trill's part she schooled her face into passivity and waited in silent amusement for the turbo lift to reach their destination. "Deck Six. Crew Quarters." The computer spoke, answering the trill's silent question as they arrived at their destination. Walking quickly out of the lift as the doors opened Dax led the way down the corridor. The trill hit the door button of the closest cabin and looked in quickly from the doorway to see if it was occupied or not. Seeing that it wasn't she stepped back and motioned the Kligon inside. "These are your temporary quarters. If you require anything further you can ask the computer or one of the commanding officers." With that said she left the Klingon woman standing in the hall outside the cabin speechless. Dax walked quickly back down the hallway and stepped back into the turbo lift, heading back up to the bridge. **************************************** END WEEK THREE RECAP WEEK FOUR [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 02- 29-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ******************************************* From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Let's do the TimeWarp again... Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 13:09:39 -0600 BIC "But aren't you...? A *Starfleet* uniform? How the...?" K'Ehleyr could not seem to form a coherent sentence. She could think of nothing to explain the recent events. One moment she's got a gaping chest wound from a mortal enemy, the next she's on a strange ship in the middle of nowhere, and the next an old friend appears, looking somehow aged and wearing a Federation uniform of all things, and not even a real one at that. It appeared that she was not the only one having trouble talking. "But... You're... I know you're... I saw the file... This isn't possible!" While the two women tried to wrap their minds around the moment, the two ensigns regained their composure and had found their weapons. One held the phaser in a hand wet with blood, but still aimed for the strange intruder. It was obvious that Lt. Torres knew the other woman, but their commander was still not backing down from the fight, still gripping tightly to the wrist holding the glass shard only centimeters from her face. "Put the weapon down," one of the ensigns ordered. "Just how weak has Starfleet become if they have to use phasers against a piece of glass?" K'Ehlyer asked, though no one knew just who exactly she was talking to. >From the smile that followed and the slight lessening of pressure against her, B'Elanna knew her friend meant no harm. "It's okay, " she said, losening her grip and backing away so the other woman could move. "Stand down," she ordered. The two ensigns slowly lowered their weapons, but neither one put them away. K'Ehlyer stood, still wearing that same wry smile."And their even trained..." She seemed to look for something briefly. "But where *do* you keep their leashes?" She lifted an eyebrow as B'Elanna bit back a smile. One of the ensigns noticeably tightened their grip on the phaser as they glared at the intruder. One sharp look from B'Elanna though, and they backed down. She glanced at the shard in the other woman's hand. "Another table?" she laughed, getting a smile and a shrug in return. "How did you get here?" she asked, hoping it might give her a clue as to what was going on on this ship of hers. "That's something I'd like to know myself," K'Ehlyer answered with a sigh. "One moment Duras is coming after me with a very large and very sharp piece of metal, and the next I'm here on this ship. I don't know how, and don't really care that much. I just want to get back to my son, and know that he is safe." B'Elanna looked back and forth, a bit uneasy. "Uh , K, there's something you need to know..." She had no idea how to put this, so she just came out and said it. "Duras succeeded, at least according to the files. You were killed aboard the Enterprise. I think it's been about nine years now, or close to it. As far as anyone back home is concerned, you're dead." K'Ehlyer's face betrayed her emotions as she tried to hide her shock. 'Dead? But...'There were some things she needed to know, some things more important than her own apparent death. "My son, Alexander... If Duras went after me, did he...?" "You're son is alive and fine, or at least he was when we left the Alpha Quadrant," B'Elanna assured her. "Worf claimed his Rite of Vengeance as your mate, and killed Duras. Gowran rules the council and both Alexander and Worf appeared to be fine." The Klingon ambassador let out a breath she had not known she was holding. Her son was safe, that's all that mattered. The rest of the message started to hit home though, and sparked a new series of questions. "Nine years? Alpha Quadrant?" Before she could get any further, or get any answers, the world around her seemed to shimmer blue and she felt the familiar pull of the transporter system. 'Now where were they going?' *********************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] And miles to go........ Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 06:54:22 PST Kathryn looked around her cracked and abused bridge for one long moment before she faced the others. She called down red alert but kept up the shields. The counselor's shuttle was reported snug in the cargo hold by a short sensor tone issued from her comm panel. She also saw that one of the security guards had taken a second turbolift after Dax and K'Ehleyr. No doubt following her orders to keep watch. The turbo doors hissed open once more from back behind but Janeway didn't turn around. She followed Dax's returning position by sound. She addressed Q, "I gather this forcefield's protecting you from what's out there. I hope you don't mind that you're still in it." Q bowed fractionally without a discernable expression. The EMH had ministered to Troi and she was awake, sitting up with his help, but she was still unfocused and silent. The doctor glanced at the captain with a scowl, "Any chance of me attending to you? The scans of these other people are unremarkable." "It can wait, Doctor." He started a barrage.. Janeway compromised, "Twenty minutes?" The EMH harrumphed low in his unreal throat. "Twenty minutes.. no more." He turned back to his patient. Kira's eyes went wide as she realized the truth of her situation. She was really on another ship. Then she noticed Dax across the room. Meanwhile, the two ensigns reported, "Captain, we found the woman you just sent away with Lieutenant Torres in corridor J-12. She was very agitated at the time, armed with a shard of glass...." B'Elanna made a scoffing sound in her throat to protest things. Kathyrn held up a hand for her to hold on a moment. "I know that, ensign. I had the transporter remove their weapons. Yours, too, for that matter." she lectured. The ensign was properly abashed, she stepped back redfaced,."Ahh, yes,.. sorry about that you see,. I-I.." Janeway cut her off, "Time for that later. Take the con. Start plotting us a course that avoids these temporal eddies. Ensign, " she addressed the second woman. "Yes sir?" the other disheveled woman replied. "Work with Seven. I want to map this,.. Carousel Coordinate we've fallen into. See if you can discern any structures or features we could use to reference our position relative to our last known position." "Aye, sir." The woman made her way to ops. The captain walked over to Kira and B'Elanna, "B'Elanna. You and our guest?" she paused on the lack of a name. Torres spoke up, "Major Kira Neyrs, also of DS9, captain." Janeway looked at Dax and was surprised by the lack of recognition on the Trill's part of Kira's identity. ::Curious:: "Please, follow me to the ready room. A briefing of sorts might help all of us cope a little better here." She gestured to the remaining security guard to stay, hooking a thumb over at Q significantly. The burly guard nodded his understanding and took up a place a discreet distance away from him. Q crossed his arms angrily, sorely put out by the shaperone left to watch him. Kathryn rolled her eyes.::This was NOT going to be easy at all:: she thought. Seven was already deep into work; the second ensign backing her up with a data padd analysis. Spot dashed into the ready room doors after Torres's heels, making a wide berth around Janeway as he went. The captain made a grab for the feline to block him, "Oh, no you don't..." But she missed by a mile.... and two inches. ************************************ From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Tuvoks awakening ;-) Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 06:51:57 -0800 (PST) Tuvok awakened in a now crowded sickbay, though he still was a bit groggy and didn`t feel al that well. The EMH so it seemed had it`s hands full with all the crew materialising in sickbay two three at a time now. Most seemed unconscious. He decided to try and sit up as his vital signs seemed ok enough besides he didn`t like lying down with all that was going the ship was in peril and what was the chief of security doing lying around in sickbay watching.. Tuvok found his line of thinking very interestng to say the least. It reminded him of the way he thought when he was much younger. They were so filled with emotions strange but no time to waste now he had to get to the bridge . Then the ship rocked violently once more . =^= Tuvok to captain can i be of assistance, i have just recovered =^= Tuvok *************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] One returned....! Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 07:11:57 PST Janeway smoothly shifted her weight and didn't lose her balance when the ship rolled again. Her thoughts were growing wry.. She was just about to enter the briefing room when her com badge went off.. > >=^=Tuvok to captain. Can I be of assistance, I have just recovered=^= > Her emotions positively bubbled over. She tapped her commbadge and a huge grin broke over Kathryn's face. She said,... "We're Starfleet officers, weird is part of the job!" **************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] And miles to go........ Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 12:41:08 -0600 Dax moved forward onto the bridge as soon as the turbo lift doors opened. She moved to her position at the console behind the captain, maintaining a neutral expression. Her extra errand had not taken long at all. The trill watched as the captain walked over to Kira and B'Elanna, "B'Elanna. You and our guest?" The small klingon spoke up, "Major Kira Neyrs, also of DS9, captain." Dax looked up as the odd looking klingon spoke. The name was familiar, yet the trill could not recall exactly who this Kira Neyrs was. Catching the look that the Captain sent her way out of the corner of her eye she feigned interest in the screen in front of her. She pretended to miss the Captain's reply and order for them to accompany her to the ready room. :This is going to be tricky!: Dax thought as her hands flew briefly on the keyboard checking the status of the ship. ----------------------------------------------- On the upper deck, Captain Janeway laughed. "Sorry Tuvok. Just a bit of quirky humor. It's good to hear your voice again. Report to the bridge ready room and bring any pertinent data regarding the effected crew's conditions, including yours. The Doctor is a bit busy at the moment. He'll be joining us as soon as he can. We've several new visitors now besides this Jadzia Dax.." She sighed dramatically, "Including,..Q." Tuvok chimed in,=^=Is the ship and crew in danger?=^= Janeway was frank, "Aren't we always?" Her laugh hurt her head and she groaned as well. Tuvok lifted her gray mood and dismissed her commnet in four short words, =^=I'm on my way....=^= Satisfied with Tuvok's safe recovery, Janeway set up one last standard conditional command protocol. "Computer," she said to the air. It warbled in response. "Tie in a monitor link to all work stations on Voyager. Keep a running log of activities and pipe them to me directly to any terminal I use. If there are any discrepencies from normal Starfleet protocol or indications of unauthorized use, contact me or Commander Tuvok.. Implement immediately. Likewise, all sensitive computer commands effecting crucial ship functions are to be accepted by Voyager bridge officers only. Including Seven of Nine." #Tandem link has been established. Security level Three initiated.# The captain squared her shoulders and commanded, "Go to surveillance mode Alpha. Mark." ::Whatever's in store for the crew will come:: she thought. ::All I can do is wait and watch...:: She felt far from prepared to meet these "refugees" from her home's quadrant. She didn't know if she could completely trust them even though most of them were Starfleet like herself. Especially this new Klingon passenger. B'Elanna was positively falling over herself coming foward to vouch for this strange woman. It warranted vigilance. Kathryn sighed aloud. Yes. Holding a "briefing" with everyone involved in this whole affair seemed more and more like the right thing to do. All information could be put on the table freely and properly managed from there. Kathryn shrugged inwardly. She figured Q could listen in on the briefing from where he was through her mind. She could still feel him there like an unpleasant chill. Deep in thought, she entered the ready room bulkheads...... Distracted as she was, Kathryn failed to notice that Dax remained behind on the bridge...... ************************************ From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The other shoe....... Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 23:37:41 -0800 (PST) " Captain ?" tuvok replied (he never quite did get janeway's need to make fun of a serious situation) > On the upper deck, Captain Janeway laughed. "Sorry Tuvok. Just a bit of > quirky humor. It's good to hear your voice again. Report to the bridge > ready room and bring any pertinent data regarding the effected crew's > conditions, including yours. The Doctor is a bit busy at the moment. He'll > be joining us as soon as he can. We've several new visitors now besides this > Jadzia Dax.." She sighed dramatically, > "Including,..Q." Tuvok could hear the concern in Janeway's voice and he knew from past experience that when she was making fun of a situation it had to be pretty bad and the data he had thus far gathered seemed to concur with that assumption. Tuvok noticed he didn`t have his tricorder on him anymore and decided to first do some meditation to help free his mind of all the clutter and cobwebs that where still there so he could face the problems ahaid with a clear view. A couple of minutes later he was statisfied and started to make his way to the captain's ready room. His tricorder he found right beside the biobed he had been lying on so he recalled the data he gathered earlier. Small recap was in order as the captain would no doubt expect him to come up with a theory concerning all that was going on. Last memory he had was finding Dax a star fleet officer from DS9 on this ship. furthermore there was the data about the Nebula and the significant loss of crew on the vessel. Yes that would be a good starting point for his investigation. Computer make a list of all crew currently on board with name rank and if available medical status. Acknowledged came the somewhat garbled response.. He could gather from the condition of the ship that it had had quite a beating while he was out. He hoped the captain could shed some light into that affair Computer what is the status of the internal sensor. . by that time he had reached the bridge and raised an eyebrow when he saw the status it was in of course 'q' in some sort of status field was that possible .. hmm... interesting to say the least. One thing did worry him though. He somehow felt that Dax was somehow changed but as his feelings right now were not reliable and illogical probably he dismissed it and continued to the captain's ready room. Tuvok chimed the door expecting a quick reponse to enter . **************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The other shoe.......drops.... Date: Wed, 01 Mar 2000 00:42:55 PST >Tuvok chimed the door expecting a quick response to enter. > The bulkhead doors were set to auto open and slid aside for Tuvok. At the "peace" conference table, he saw the captain seated with Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres to her left. A strange woman sat directly opposite them, a Bajoran with the rank of major insignia on her collar.::One of the Deep Space Station designs:: he noted. The captain also appeared to be injured. ::Superficially:: He hoped. The status bar wrapping above the star field ports was amber lit, signifying that the captain had put the ship's computer on surveillance mode and up-anteed the internal security measures. He demonstrated his approval by raising an eyebrow. Kathryn met his gaze and invited him to be seated with a toss of her head. Tuvok grabbed the nearest available chair to the door and pulled. He was about to sit down with his full weight when Tuvok felt a warm body yowl in protest as he sat. He shot up again, putting a hand quickly to his phaser belt. An ordinary red tabby vacated the chair and padded over to Lieutenant Torres for reassurance.. Both Tuvok's eyebrow's went up this time. "Commander Tuvok." Janeway began. "Glad you came so quickly. We've a lot of ground to cover. But first things first... Tell me what you have discovered about the eleven unconscious crewmen in sickbay.. Does this have anything to do with the tainted coffee I drank earlier?......." ************************************** From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The other shoe.......drops.... Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2000 01:27:01 -0800 (PST) > Both Tuvok's eyebrow's went up this time. > "Commander Tuvok." Janeway began. "Glad you came so quickly. We've a > lot of ground to cover. But first things first... Tell me what you have > discovered about the eleven unconscious crewmen in sickbay.. Does this have > anything to do with the tainted coffee I drank earlier?......." "I cannot yet say for sure if it does i asked the doctor to look into it" Also i have asked the computer to see if it could scan the interior of the ship for the unknown element i found in the coffee. i have transmitted the data to the doctor and from what i have seen while i ws there i think it will be some time before he will be able to comne back with the answers we seek" What i have discovered is an unknown trace element in the form of a small bacteria though i am as of yet uncertain what it`s origins are. Or if it is widespread. Alsio there are offcourse the temporal displacements that could be the cause of many of the problems we are facing. The data i have is in here but as you will see it is far from complete. Tuvok quickly types something on his tricorder. Captain why are we on surveillance mode and are there intruders i should know of? I myself also have a number of unanswered questions, particularly and formost what the role of Q is in all this ? Tuvok ************************************** From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A researching we will go... Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2000 13:16:35 -0600 K'Ehleyr stepped into her new quarters without bothering to thank the trill who showed her there. There was no reason to. Besides, something about that woman just didn't sit right with her Klingon instincts. Then again, she never did quite get along with any form of symbiotic species; never knew which part she was talking to, or if she should say 'they' or 'he and she' or whatever. She paced the room with a sense of unease. Just what kind of captain was running this ship anyway? Certainly wasn't Picard. That woman hadn't even bothered to find out her name, or see what she could offer to the situation. Strange, considering the entire ship seemed to be in some sort of a crisis, and she was randomly beamed to the bridge, supposedly to check in. One would think any able-bodied, or at least partially knowledgable person would be utilized in figuring out just what was going on here. Unless... Unless the captain already knew what was going on and didn't want others to know about it. Maybe that was just her way, or maybe something was up with her. Had she heard the name 'Q'? Worf had told her more than one story about Picard's famed nemisis. If he was involved, chances were things were not as they seemed. Maybe the good captain was working with him? With or without her knowledge? One thing was for certain, K'Ehleyr wanted more information. She glanced around the room and found what she was looking for - a data terminal. "Computer, are data files intact?" #80% of the ships data files are available at this time# "What about the ship's history files and Starfleet personel files?" #92% of these files are available at this time# K'Ehleyr sat down in the chair before the screen, making sure she was nice and comfortable. She had a lot of reading to do. _____________________________________ Some time later, she sat back in the chair with a sigh. She had gone through the ship's mission files, figuring out how they got here, but also realizing that the Captain tended to leave a lot out of the official reports, painting only part of the picture and leaving a lot unexplained. Curious, perhaps it was more than just Q's influence... After that, she looked up the current crew roster, or as updated as it could be considering people were still arriving and leaving at random intervals, then went on to read the overviews of the crew profiles. Again, she was curious about part of the Captain's being off limits. A bit of computer fanangaling later, and she found out a bit more, but some of it was still unaccessible. She got enough information for her needs though, including some interesting pieces on dear old B'Elanna. They had actually let her into Starfleet, then seemed surprised when she left for the Maquis. If only they had known some of the stuff the two half-Klingons had pulled in their 'younger' days. B would probably still be in a brig somewhere in the Alpha quadrant. Of course, so would she. Her curiosity got the better of her, and he looked up information on Worf and Alexander. It was old, but still much more recent than anything she had. To see her son growing up... She shook her head, there would be time enough for that later. For now, she wanted to get to know the ship, in a more hands on sort of way. She knew the captain had sent a guard to watch over the woman who had escorted her (Dax, wasn't it?) and that the guard was probably still standing watch over her door. She smiled. She had taken on two guards with nothing more than a piece of glass, she could more than handle this little annoiance. Plus, as an added benefit, the guard might just have something she needed. ***************************************** From: "Anne Johnson" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Awakening Date: Wed, 01 Mar 2000 23:11:29 -0000 Deanna woke up. She felt a little groggy, but sat up. She looked around at the surroundings. ::I must be on that ship I sent a distress call to. I know this isn't the Enterprise sickbay.:: She stood up, but found out her legs were still shaking from the fight to get off of the Enterprise. *Flashback* "Counselor! Get off of the ship now!!" "I can't Commander Beckard.I need to stay and help fight." "I command you! Leave now and save yourself!!" Deanna was forced into an escape ship. She and a crew of 10 others escaped. All her friends died that day. Now she was truly alone. ----------------------------------------------------- From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The itch that scratches......... Date: Thu, 02 Mar 2000 02:48:08 PST > Deanna woke up. She felt a little groggy, but sat up. She looked >around at the surroundings. >::I must be on that ship I sent a distress call to. I know this isn't >the Enterprise sickbay.:: >She stood up, but found out her legs were still shaking from the >fight to get off of the Enterprise. "Easy there!" said the EMH. "You've been through quite alot. Your on the bridge of the U.S.S. Voyager." The doctor steadied the counselor in a firm grip. He saw her face twist into a ball of emotional pain. She was remembering something.... "Counselor? Are you all right?" At his voice the counselor snapped out of her fugue and began to stream silent tears.. The Doctor slipped into psychiatric mode. He gently guided her into the center seat so she could sit and get off her unsteady legs. "Can you tell me about it?" Troi seemed about to speak when she glanced toward the foward viewscreen and saw Q within his containment field sanctuary.... Her fists began to tightened and an unmistakable emotion filled her eyes.....that of blind fury... "Why wasn't it you who died??!!!" ------------------------------------------------- In the Ready Room Spot unflattened his ears as soon as he danced out of Tuvok's range. He leaned his full weight against B'Elanna's knees under the humans' table, meowing softly to get her attention. He arched his tail and caresses around her ankles lavishly, but the Klingon paid him no mind despite his best efforts. He "listened" for the reason why, arching his whiskers. ::Oh:: he thought.::All the humans are making those noises again between themselves. As long as they do that, I'm going to get nowhere fast. They'll be at it with those glowing, bleeping boxes on the wall displaying the moving colored things soon.:: Sure enough, one part came to life and showed a big cloud with two yellow splotches joined by a blue line. The bigger splotch was soon going to be impacted by one of the green claw marks growing toward it. Spot's skin began to crawl.. As the green mark neared the yellow, an audible thrum grew in volume. ::The wrongness was back again!:: He panicked. The red tabby yowled and shot out from under the table and impacted with the bulkhead doors. They recoiled dutifully and Spot raced out of the room and onto the bridge. The humans kept right on making chatter sounds, unaware of the new change occurring or his abrupt departure from their midst. Q, bored, floated mid air on a pillow of nothing and regarded the cat with mild interest as he performed his flying leap once more at the turbolift doors. Spot didn't even see him as he triggered the turbolift doors. ::Gotta go! Gotta find where it is coming from...OUCH!:: By sheer chance, Spot's free ride ended on deck six.. Here, the thrum was very intense.. and made him pin back his ears and lash his tail violently. A human stood nearby, a red, strong one. "Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty." said the security guard outside K'Ehleyr's quarters. :: The pain is coming from inside that door! Gotta find it and chew it out! Bite! End its life..:: Spot shot through K'Ehleyr's doors in no time. He heard the woman made a short chattering in his direction. But the darkness of the room hid his presence. The spicy scent of klingon kissed his nose and he moved toward the woman reading at the desk........ ::The pain is here!:: Spot crouched into a stalking gait.... orienting, he inched nearer..... *************************************** END WEEK FOUR RECAP 03-02-2K WEEK FOUR-B [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 03-02-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) **************************************** From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] The itch that scratches......... Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2000 11:13:55 -0600 K'Ehleyr's heightened Klingon senses told her an animal was near. A pause, a sniff, and she knew it was that same mangy furball that had been hanging around B'Elanna. Why, in all things great in the universe, would a cat just randomly appear on a ship trapped in Never- Neverland? She remembered the scratches on B's face, and how much she simply hated pets like that in general. She smiled as she casually picked up the data pad next to her. A flip of the wrist, a hiss, a howl, and she had one less annoiance to worry about. Looking around the room for anything sharp, she idly wondered if there really was more than one way to skin a cat, then decided she really did not have time for this.She tossed the unconscious feline in a closet, locking the doors and adding a quick security code for quick measure (the d*mn thing never should have gotten into her quarters in the first place). Satisfied, she continued on her way. ********************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] hi-ho, hi-ho it's off to work we go..... Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2000 11:59:55 -0600 Dax looked up from her station. Everyone on the bridge seemed otherwise engaged in activity. They didn't look like they would miss her anytime soon. The Q entity trapped in the field on the bridge sat idly twiddling his thumbs. At her glance he looked at her and winked knowingly. The trill smirked and guffed lightly, shaking her head as she walked casually over to the turbo lift and entered it. She rode the lift down towards the mess hall. Dax needed lots of tuna fish, and she needed it now. ************************************* From: "Eve Lawless" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] "I expect some answers..." Date: Thu, 02 Mar 2000 13:01:02 CST "Excuse me Captain... I have had about enough of this..." "I have been patiently waiting for an explanation as well as a plan of action" The bajorian flared, she was just getting warmed up. "Thank you for your patience Major Kira, as you can see we have several prob-" "I can see that captain, I have delt with Q and temporal distortions before, I am hardly an ensign. The fact that I am stuck in the delta quadrant is not acceptable to me. I think we need to intereogate the prisoner immediately" Q raised an eyebrow, but did not appear threatened by this turn of events.... As kira was saying this, she noticed out of the cornner of her eye, Lt. Dax slipping into the turbo lift.Kira was momentarily distracted and thought to herself.."I have been trying to get her attention for the last hour and she continues to ignore me, what is she up too?"..... >>>>"As I was saying Major, we have more immediate concerns than your >>>>discomfort<<<<." "What was that" Kira questioned?? (I don't think her lips moved, did they?) Janeway straightened her back as though bracing for what she needed to say next.. ************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] the REAL itch that scratches...... Date: Thu, 02 Mar 2000 12:39:47 PST >She tossed the unconscious feline in a closet, locking >the doors and adding a quick security code for quick measure (the >damn >thing > never should have gotten into her quarters in the first place). > >Satisfied, >she continued on her way. .......towards the cabin door.. when suddenly,.. a low thrumming filled the room. A bright flare erupted from the floor and a great atmospheric wind swept K'Ehleyr's hair wildly.. A temporal gap opened up and swallowed up the very desk where she had been sitting into its neon white fire... The Klingon barely grabbed the wall frame in time when her feet lifted, being drawn towards the vortex hole.. She held on with all of her strength... ::Oh, my.:: She thought.::That little hairball wasn't attacking me after all... It was trying to deal with this vortex thing coming nearer and hurting its ears.:: She admitted she felt the tinest regret at her reaction to Spot's unexpected arrival.. The vortex shrank into itself with a hiss and disappeared. K'Ehleyr crashed to the floor in a heap. She was unharmed.. She rose to her feet and whirled when the alert klaxon sounded overhead.. It was the computer raising the alarm.. #Temporal breach detected. Deck six. Red alert status has been reactivated# ----------------------------------------------------------- In the ready room Janeway whirled from Kira and turned to B'Elanna and Tuvok. "What now?! Tuvok, B'Elanna, you're with me. We're going down there. Major, we can talk on the way.." Everyone followed on her heels to the turbolift.... ***************************************** From: Cat Subject.. Off to work indeed.... Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2000 01:12:35 -0600 This post is a joint effort between Elena at elena@beltran.nu and Cat at cegl0004@tc.umn.edu Q watched as Kathryn and the other crew members walked off the bridge. He listened to the gentle hum of the turbolift, wondering when he would be released from his makeshift prison. To his surprise, the stasis field dropped, joined by a small beep and the computer saying, #Time release activated# 'Curious,' he thought, then chuckled as he remembered the trill's grin before she left the bridge. He glanced around to make sure he had not drawn the attention of any peons left running the ship. Mentally rubbing his hands together, Q began to plot. ________________ K'Ehleyr moved towards the door, knowing the cat would be out of commision for quite some time, especially with no one knowing of its current condition. The security guard barely had time to turn before she grabbed his head in her hands and twisted sharply. She eased his unconscious form into the cabin and gently tossed it into the second closet, again taking security precautions. She walked briskly down the corridor, shifting her new toy in one hand. Glancing down, she saw it had been set at only a mild stun. She laughed, knowing how ineffective that would have been against her. Two keystrokes later, and that problem was remedied. _________________ Dax shifted the small bag in one hand. Several dull clinks could be heard from within. Walking into a small alcove, she took out a can of tuna, a canopener, and a small electric device. After opening the tin can, she placed the small electrical device on the bottom. Gently, she placed the pressure sensitive device on the floor. Continuing along the corridor, the trill looked for other places to place other treats. OOC: <;>>>>< ************************************ From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] another meeting Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 14:54:22 -0600 K'Ehleyr fingered the phaser one last time. It was so small, so easy to conceal.Starfleet was just asking for it when they designed these' she thought wryly, imagining how many times they had been misused. She heard footsteps coming her way, and ducked into one of the many alcoves of the ship. She listened as several passed her by, never even knowing she was there. The next set of footsteps surprised her though. They slowed as they neared her, then seemed to pause slightly ever so close to her. Reaching out, she grabbed the person and tugged them into the alcove with her, covering their mouth so that they couldn't scream. B'Elanna pulled herself out of her friend's grasp, then spun around, ready to attack. It was only as both women assumed defensive positions that they realized just who they were dealing with. "K?" B'Elanna asked, not bothering to hide the surprise in her tone. "What the hell are you doing here?" "I wish I knew," K'Ehleyr replied, letting her guard down a little. "No, not on the ship, but here, in the corridor," B'Elanna corrected. "I thought the captain sent you to quarters." "She did," K'Ehleyr confirmed. "Posted a gaurd and everything - not that he lasted long." "What did you do to him?" "Only what I had to to get out of there," she replied. Seeing the doubting look on her friend's face, she knew she needed to explain. "He's out cold and locked in a closet. There was no way I was going to stay in there after that whirly thing appeared." "After what?" K'Ehleyr sighed. She so didn't want to explain this right now. She just wanted to get as far away from this ship as possible. "I'm just sitting there, reading up on the ship and the crew and such, and out of no where, that damn cat appears. I get it out of my way, only to have some huge vortex thing try to rip me to shreds, right there in the room. I decided there was no way I was staying there, and got out." "And the vortex?" "Gone." "And the cat?" "Knocked out and in a closet." B'Elanna did not know whether to laugh or sigh. "And where are you going now?" "I thought I would go to Engineering to see if I can figure out what's going on with the ship, then to Astrometrics to figure out just where we are." Yup, that sounded believable. Besides, it was even mostly the truth. She needed to figure out where she was and what was happening before she could do anything else. "You can't get in there alone. There's a security lock out - too many random people roaming the ship," B'Elanna warned. "That's where you come in," K'Ehleyr smiled. "I don't know..." the engineer wavered. "Oh come on, 'lanna. You know as well as I do that I can do more good there than just sitting locked up in some room," she tried. "You'd think the captain would utilize every single person with even a basic knowledge of astrophysics to figure this out, instead of locking them away just because she feels like it." She saw one last bit of indecission in her friend's eyes."I can help, and you know it. I'm good, and you know that too." B'Elanna's eyes focused as she reached a decision. "Okay, fine. Stick with me and I'll get you in. Let me know what you need access to I'll see what I can do.Report to me and I'll report to the captain." She grimmaced slightly as she realized the captain would be looking for her soon. Oh well. She was going to be in engineering, where else should the chief engineer be during a shipwide crisis? "One thing," she warned, waiting for the expectant eyebrow. "No more knocking people out or breaking glass surfaces?" K'Ehleyr returned her friend's smile with one of her own. That shouldn't be too much of a problem, at least for now. Depending on how things went though... "Deal," she agreed. ********************************************* From: Valentine Subject: Missing Trills, Klingon Thrills and an Invisible Spot! Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 10:13:44 -0800 (PST) While Captain Janeway and Major Kira debated, Lt. Torres was growing restless. ::The main computer core is intact, although it could use some tweaks... and now isn't a good time to reboot the network...Damn!:: B'Elanna fumed.::Where is that Dax character? I thought she was supposed to have some experience in dealing with anomalies like these in this quadrant?:: B'Elanna glanced up from her boards and saw that the Trill was no where to be found. She rubbed her knee absently. ::And where was that cat, for that matter? A moment before she had hardly been able to pry him off of her leg and now he was gone...:: Her irritation built to a head. ::And the way the captain treated K'Ehlyr! I ID'ed her for Janeway... why the cold shoulder when this Dax was allowed on the bridge at the boards!:: Lt. Torres stood up. "Tuvok, I'm going to check out a few interfaces in the corridor and then see how our Klingon "guest" is doing." Tuvok, already plenty busy with his own duties, acknowledged briefly and Torres exited the bridge towards K'Ehlyr's temporary quarters. ::They're not going to keep K cooped up in that suite for long, twiddling her thumbs like a good girl.:: B'Elanna smirked to herself. ::We need all available hands at ready right now! Including that Trill woman!:: B'Elanna marched at full speed ahead in a thoroughly cranky mood. Although her anger would serve her well in the moments to come, she later would wish she'd have been saving her energy. *************************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Hello, there. then,....into my ship!! Date: Sat, 04 Mar 2000 09:32:25 GMT I woke up in my room, bu everything looked different, maybe that was because everything was nocked over, but the lights looked weird to, =^= 7, are you here?=^= she didn't anser, the lights kept flashing on the walls, I was scared, I stood up and walked over to where my bed was supposed to be, and looked all over, there it was, my Flotter, Neelix had made him special, and he goes everwhere whit me. I walked to the door, and was happy it was working, I looked down the hall and saw nobody around, I was trying to remember the way to the bridge, left or right? I think I'll find a lift. I turned left, seemed safer, the lights were brighter, I don't like the dark. I wlked past open doorways and couldn't find anyone, "hello?" I said, why wuldn't they anser. then the floor shook, and I fell, ....=^= 7! Help. Help!=^= Then she found me! =^= 7 to Naomi. Are you hurt? I am on the bridge. Can you get to me?=^= I was crying. and couldn't talk back.. **************************************** From 'patti keiper' Subject : Some thing wicked this way comes...... Date: Fri.. Mar03 2000 06:07:25 CST Janeway paused briefly on the bridge on her way to the temporal hull alert on deck six. Q was pacing back and forth inside the level ten, bored, but obviously gaining strength..The stance of her posted security guard showed that he was alert to this, she noted gratefully. Then she noticed Dax was gone.. Time for her soon enough.. She addressed her some time benefactor, "Q, care to join us?" Then Kathryn remembered back to their earlier confrontation. "Oh, that's right. You need the field to protect your corporeal existence. What would happen if it went down?" she wondered while she commandeered an extra phaser off of Seven. Q's eyes went wide. His look of concern, however mild said it all. "Oh, well..." The captain turned to Seven. "Stay here. Secure all pertinent systems. " She leaned a little closer, "Are you tracking Dax through the radioactive trace we injected into her system with her stimulant from before?" Seven nodded. "Yes, captain. The human DNA surrounding the symbiont is permanently saturated with the isotope. The symbiont is tracking clearly on ship sensors.. We'll be able to trace her with tricorders as well." "Good, If our Trill friend does anything odd, hail me." Janeway remarked. Seven acknowledged her order with a nod. She tapped her combadge.=^=Computer. Secure the captain's yacht in station keeping on a tractor beam. Transfer all yacht's power to the main deflector dish.Reconfigure to a rotating shield harmonic and implement.=^= ::That'll buy us some time. It'll boost the buffer between us and those waves. Should give Q more freedom soon in a few minutes should that field fail. And I certainly don't want another temporal breach getting through::The move would render the yacht totally nonfunctional due to the irreversible power drain but that was acceptable. The safety of Voyager came first.. And.. she never used that shuttle vehicle anyway.. Too rich for her tastes.. Now.. for her new guests... ::I must get to them as well. Lord knows what they think of me.:: Kira, next to Janeway, looked up, startled, "Captain, did you say something?"But the remark had gone unheard. At the same moment, the sliding doors of the turbolift had shut out Kira's outburst. It had been the Doctor leaving. He had already gone on to sickbay with the Counselor. No doubt he would report if anything was seriously wrong with her.. Janeway herself must've been given a reprieve on her own stopover in sickbay for the moment or she would've heard from the EMH the second he saw her again. She thought of the Klingon woman she summarily had escorted off the bridge. And of Dax and Kira. They did not yet know Q brought them aboard to help. She would tell them. Each one alone. That had been her plan for separating them all. She had hoped speaking one to one would ease the mental consequence of their forced abduction out of the Alpha Quadrant. The captain didn't know how they would react to the possibility of never getting out of the Bermuda triangle maze of the Carousel Coordinate. In fact, she didn't even know how to feel about that little detail herself. She afforded one last glance in Q's direction, then left with Kira,Tuvok and B'Elanna in the turbolift , on their way to the alert on deck six.... Tranversing the corridor, B'Elanna tapped Tuvok on the shoulder while they walked, following the captain.. >Lt. Torres looked up. "Tuvok, I'm going to check out a >few interfaces in the corridor and then see how our >Klingon "guest" is doing." >Tuvok, already plenty busy with his own duties, >acknowledged briefly and Torres exited the bridge (corridor along >a secondary route) >towards K'Ehlyr's temporary quarters. -------------------------------------------- Back on the bridge..... >Q watched as Kathryn and the other crew members walked off the bridge. He >listened to the gentle hum of the turbolift, wondering when he would be >released from his makeshift prison. To his surprise, the stasis field > dropped, joined by a small beep and the computer saying, #Time release >activated# >'Curious,' he thought, then chuckled as he remembered the trill's grin > before she left the bridge. He glanced around to make sure he had not drawn >the attention of any peons left running the ship. >Mentally rubbing his hands together, Q began to plot......... ...... for about two seconds before the overwhelming weakness from being out of the containment field's nuturing protection returned in mass.. Q fell to his knees. ::Ah! Not again.. I felt this coming to get the captain's toy ship! How am I supposed to get anything done now?!:: Q fought to gain any mobility.. But it was long in coming.. Another vortex was on its way.... The security guard was about to hit his combadge to alert Tuvok when Seven held up a hand.. Obediantly, he respected her order and stood down. Seven decided to wait and see what Q would do now that he was once again in his helpless state.... Then a com channel opened... > ^= 7! Help. Help!=^= Seven suddenly knew it was Naomi Wildman, one of the ninety six who had originally been unaccounted for after the emergency tandembeam into the containment field on the bridge.. ::Puzzling how she is here now. Perhaps she can explain:: Seven tapped her own combadge.. > =^= 7 to Naomi. Are you hurt? I am on the bridge. Can >you get to me?=^= She waited for the child's reply.... -------------------------------------------- In the room.... Cautiously, Janeway, Kira and Tuvok entered the quarters tagged with the alert. All of the furniture in the room was piled up against the outer window as if a great suctioning vaacuum had pulled them there to that point along the bulkhead. There was absolutely no sign of rupture on their tricorders.. not even on the molecular level.. And there were familiar stains on a spot on the rug.. Janeway's eyes grew large..::Weren't those like the ones from the ready room floor? Those same stains left behind from her own disgorgement of the poison?:: Tuvok solidified a sudden half memory... "This is living plasma residue. I know where we've seen this before. In your ready room after your rescue. There was one other time, a first time.... two years ago, in the dimension of the ---" A thumping caught their attention, quickly realizing what it was, they quickly freed the trapped guard.. Haltingly, the groggy guard shared his news. "The Klingon newcomer ambushed me and took my phaser. I I'm sorry captain." the man said. Kathryn reassured him. "I've underestimated our guest as well. You're in good company there. First things first..Feel fit to remain on duty?" He nodded. "Good, we're on our way to engineering next." Janeway told him. Tuvok had completed his close scan of the room and was now oriented on a side closet near the bathroom cubicle. Kira knelt by the doors, which slid open under Tuvok's deft fingering. Inside, the red tabby cat lay unconscious... Gently, the Bajoran lifted him out and onto the carpeting... "It's that cat again.." Kathryn wondered, "It's still alive.. Now I wonder why that Klingon put it in here?" At that moment, Spot stirred. His eyes opened a crack and he sneezed. Awareness returned slowly.. then wild panic gripped his heart.. ::The bad thing left happenings in my head. And colors as clear as pictures! From the time not yet ! :: Janeway suddenly stiffened... throwing her head back..::Something is happening to me... What is this?!:: The sensation was not unlike Q's mind speech.. and it was coming from the cat!! ::How?:: Kathryn gasped. The bajoran caught a snatch of that last flashing word, ::How?:: Kira immediately understood what was going on.. It had happened twice before.. She suspected Kathryn was somehow SENDING her thoughts to her.. and now the captain was picking up on the cat's thoughts as-- White hot fire lanced into both of their perceptions.. They were dimly aware of Tuvok rushing toward them in concern.. Kira tried to get to the vulcan with words... but...then-- She and the captain were swept away by the animal's all engulfing future vision..... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: A hideous alien eye with an cross shaped pupil. Staring malevolently... from an insectoid head.. Image: A backward jointed ambulatory insectoid clinging to Voyager's port nacelle above her call letters, uneffected by the cold vacuum of space surrounding it.... Image: The saucer section explodes violently in neon yellow, incandescent fire.... a mortal wound.. ************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] **Linked voices(Borgs')** "We are... doomed." Date: Mon, 06 Mar 2000 00:04:44 CST FROM: "Amiee Jo Fielder" IN TANDEM communication WITH "patti keiper" VIA sitting in the same room.... ;) Seven stood staring at Q, curious as to what his next course of action would be, however she had no wish to carry on a discussion with this highly illogical creature. She calmly watched as he grew from a weakling to a semi mobile being. She scanned her console to see why his personal field had failed, seeing that it had been set on a time release setting, she quickly tried to find out who had done such a thing. "Computer, access file alpha beta three, bridge stations" there was a responsive warble from the computer as it loaded the files to Seven's station. #FILE ALPHA BETA THREE OPEN# it said as it completed it's task. Seven scanned the results, looking for her answer. Not finding one, she quickly tried another means of finding the information she wanted. "Computer, from which station was the time release programmed?" #Science Station Two# ::The symbiont, unusual, why would she, not even a member of the Voyager crew, change a computer program, How did she gain access?:: "Computer, locate Lt. Commander Dax, using the isotope 90 trace" #Lt. Commander Dax is on deck 15, Engineering# ::Engineering, this could present a problem:: she thought. Leaving this dilemma behind, Seven decided to concentrate on a more pressing matter. What was making the crew ill, and what had been in the captain's coffee? Tuvok had said something about a foreign organic material residue being found there. "Computer, Access all files regarding the substance discovered onboard this morning. Corollate and cross-reference findings from sickbay if possible. " #Working# came the reply.. Seven looked up from her work. She remembered the security guard by the view- screen. "Is our "charge" maintaining himself adequately?" The guard had to think a bit on that first. "Do you mean health wise or behavior wise?" He looked askance at Q who was testing out his improving coordination by running short laps around the bridge.. Janeway's jury rig to the ship's integrity field seemed to be protecting Q fairly well she saw. Seven replied, "Behavior pattern. His health is inconsequential." "Oh." he scratched his head. "All right, I guess...." The deck shifted once more under their feet. Even Q was thrown off balance. He flexed a hand and a white light flared, returning him upright. > The security guard was about to hit his combadge to alert Tuvok > when Seven held up a hand.. Obediently, he respected her order >and stood down. Seven decided to wait and see what Q would do now that he was >once again in his normal state.... > Then a com channel opened... >>=^= 7! Help. Help!=^= > Seven suddenly knew it was Naomi Wildman, >one of the ninety six who had originally been unaccounted for after the emergency >tandem beam into the containment field on the bridge.. ::Puzzling how she is here >now. Perhaps she can explain:: >Seven tapped her own combadge.. >> =^= 7 to Naomi. Are you hurt? I am on the bridge. Can >>you get to me?=^= > She waited for the child's reply.... =^=Janeway to Seven. How are things up there?=^= The call distracted her vigilance. But Seven's face also showed her barely disguised annoyance at Q's exercising, she tapped a reply =^=Tolerable. Captain I have discovered another crew member. It is the Wildman child. She may be injured.=^=. The captain briefly thought about that.. and considered. =^=I'll organize a search. You'll head it. But first, we've new developments here. Tuvok, listen to this, too. Some how, Kira Nerys and I have received disturbing imagery,.. from.... the cat." =^=The cat, captain?=^= Seven puzzled. -------------------------------------------------------------------- In the crew quarters, Tuvok raised an eyebrow. Kathryn held up two hands.. "I know, I know it sounds crazy. You just have to believe me on this one. It was a premonition of some kind. I can't explain it. Somehow, I saw Voyager destroyed. By some ....creature. The saucer section had been under attack. But I didn't get a good enough glimpse of it all to be sure......" Tuvok's voice came over the commline, "Seven, anything showing up on ship's sensors?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back on the bridge,.... Seven did a board query, "Negative... However, temporal wave intervals are increasing." Janeway's voice added new insight into Seven's own investigations.=^=We've found a link to the poisoning. The same organic compound found in my ready room exists here on the floor. In the exact place where the temporal vortex manifested. It is reading a strange bacterial signature.. Relaying tricorder data to you.. What do you make of it?=^= Seven read the information that appeared on her screen, and looked up at once. "Captain," Seven checked a few algorithms, "This compound. It is the same as the organic matter found in Fluidic Space.." Janeway looked up quickly in alarm.. =^=I'll get back to you. Keep scanning subspace for temporal wave ruptures.. We might be getting unexpected guests.. The vortex may have been a failed entry point.=^= "Understood." the borg replied. =^= I'm on my way to engineering..=^= And the captain's comm clicked close. Q, for once, appeared to have missed the entire exchange.. or did he? **************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The arrival. Woe to all. Date: Tue, 07 Mar 2000 02:37:28 SCT The other place was shaking. It had felt the child scream. Now! The temporal portal was once again opened, egress possible. Species 8472 stepped a soggy foot onto Voyager's deck. Fluid from the home sea cascaded to the carpeting just outside engineering, leaving plasma puddles on the floor. It found that it was alone. Broadening, the alien reached out.::Senses, I. Other mindsss. Trapped, too, is this, as I :: It swung a great head around the corridor, seeing the ship itself through its skin. The small thing that had carried its thoughts was nearby, already linking itself to the other minds, to the rebel one, and the leader woman. Another of differing energies was watching. That mind, it could not speak to yet. Species 8472 quest for more Other Minds. A cool one and an empathic one touched. ::Vulcan and Betazoid. Strange namings.:: They would serve. There was no more time. The Home was imperiled, dying. It coursed close by a sun, its only harbor within the trap. In pain, 8472 howled. Its' voice belied the meaning of its true purpose, sounding primal and hungry. It needed the small thing again to "talk". It ignored the light and the flimsy fields erected in its path. It advanced, making straight for the small life and the minds it had netted. *************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Here comes trouble... Date: Tue, 07 Mar 2000 20:42:55 CST Seven quickly stepped back from her console, glanced at Q and then back at the security guard. "Do you think you can manage his behavior while I am away?" The guard shrugged his shoulders, seeming to say they didn't really care one way or another. Seven pressed a few buttons and reactivated the force field around Q where he ran, he ran into the field and was very surprised at it's reappearance. Seven turned to the security guard "You are to stay on the bridge no matter what occurs" the security officer snapped to attention and quickly replied "yes sir!" Seven ignored this and quickly entered the turbo lift. "Deck fifteen, engineering" As the turbo lift roared into action, she couldn't help but notice the strong feeling of something amiss as she passed deck eight. "Stop turbo lift" she pressed her hand to her com badge, =^= Seven of Nine to Janeway, I will be temporarily delayed in my arrival to engineering =^= If the captain had responded, seven didn't hear it "Computer, deck eight" As the turbo lift changed directions, she reached for the phaser at her side, and set it to maximum stun. As the lift doors swished open, she secured her immediate surroundings and made a sharp turn to the right, something told her that was the way to go. As she traveled down the corridor, her feeling grew in it's intensity, the curious part, it was her Borg implants that seemed to be responding, not her human scenes. As she came around one curve, she saw it, a Borgs only true "natural" predator, species 8472. Seven stopped dead in her tracks, and in fact took several backwards, this is one creature she had not planned on encountering again, and now she was almost at a loss. =^= Captain, We have visitors =^= As seven finished her statement, she raced around the corner to face her purple nightmare...... **************************************************************************** END WEEK FOUR B RECAP... WEEK FIVE [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 03-09-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) *********************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] 8472 meets an OTHER of THEM Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2000 00:24:37 SCT --As she traveled down the corridor, heer feeling grew in it's intensity, the --curious part, it was her Borg implants that seemed --to be responding, not her human scenes. --Seven stopped dead in her tracks, andd in fact took several backwards, this --is one creature she had not planned on --encountering again, and now she was almost at a loss. --=^= Captain, We have visitors =^= There was a "pulling" in its mind from up ahead, and suddenly, 8472 tasted THEM. It was not strong, and the instinct to blood was not aroused. It paused in its motion. Its other senses told it that here was a corridor where space was leaking inside. Already, the gasses the OTHERS ingested were thinning. 8472 noticed that the energy fields it had passed through were separating this area of hull damage from the rest of the craft. Good, this was shelter. In here, it would not be easily followed. It marked the place in its memory and turned a corner. The scent of THEM hit it in the face. 8472 hissed. An OTHER was there, in the way, laced with the scent of fear. ::A souless one. AHH!:: 8472 crouched protectively. 8472 studied her. ::But she is different.:: She was all flesh covering with few of the mechanized violations that it was taught to belong to THEM. THEIR scent was unmistakably coming from her. 8472 bristled, tensing in warning, but,,,,, THEIR scent was so weak, almost dead. And the OTHER was frozen in place, its covering was growing pale. 8472 straightened up, uncurling. Its eyes narrowed. :: Little provocation comes from ONE so silent.:: it reasoned. The instinct to attack washed away. 8472 focused upward toward the ceiling. The OTHER minds were still linked with the small life and were a beacon, calling to it. But curiosity over the weak state of the "scent" held. 8472 waited for several moments. It pointed at her. And it "reached", ::What is? This is? You scent of THEM. Yet you do not. Where are your OTHERS? You have weaponssss without your scent. To have them is repulsive findingssss to me. Teeth should be your OWN, other-thing.:: 8472 writhed in pain as Home slipped into another rift. The sun was no longer protecting HOME. It must hurry. It turned to the silent OTHER again. ::I seeks the small life with the OTHER mindss. I go.:: Not sure whether or not the OTHER "heard", 8472 jumped abruptly out of the field containing the breached section and was gone in seconds. Only organic puddles from its skin remained behind to show that it had ever had even been there at all. **************************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Ugh! I don't feel so good! Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2000 22:35:04 -0600 Dax walked quickly along the corridor on her way towards the infirmary. Something was itching under her skin and she had a pretty good idea what it was. A tricorder would come in quite handy right now, and the trill was determined to find one. So far Dax had managed to avoid the Voyager crew members as she made her way around the ship. Now, she turned in to a new corridor and increased her pace. Suddenly a blinding agony clutched at her midsection, doubling her over. Before Dax collapsed to the floor she managed to make it into one of the side rooms. It proved to be a small storage area, containers stacked neatly along the walls. The trill huddled on the floor of the storage room, a dull rushing sound flowing though her ears as pain lanced through her head to match that of her stomach. Dax griped her head and bit her lip as what felt like thousands of white hot needles made there way into her synapses. :: NO! I will not be ignored! :: :: STOP THIS! I AM DAX! I WILL NOT LET YOU DO THIS!:: :: BE GONE! You infernal woman! :: The pain in the trill's head slowly receded. Shaking her head slightly Dax sat up and looked around the small room. A grin came to the trill's features as she spotted the very thing she had been looking for. Someone must have left it lying on a storage crate when they had checked supplies. Still a bit shaky Dax picked up the tricorder and checked to see if it still worked. Another grin as the device proved to be working very well. Setting the door to lock it, Dax went to work with the tricorder. She had just too much to do to let a little tracer device stand in her way. **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] With a candle brightly lit.......... Date: Wed, 08 Mar 2000 23:52:24 PST The captain was on deck six walking aftwards toward the nearest turboshaft. She was followed closely by Tuvok and Kira, and the burly security guard, who fanned ahead with a drawn phaser in his hand. Spot was nestled in one of the captain's arms, totally limp and sleepy. Kathryn looked down at him reflexively, checking his consciousness state once again. The security officer spoke without looking up from his tricorder's screen. Tuvok assured her that Spot would survive his injury. Kathryn glanced over at him, "I'm that obvious , huh? I don't know much about felines. Or what is normal with them. I'm more of a dog person." ::I'd give anything to see my Molly again.:: She sighed, "Well,... I think this little guy's at the center of our newest problem. Hate to lose him or his kind of "lead". I never knew cats were telepathic. Or me, for that matter." Tuvok was frank, "They aren't. Nor are you. I am at a loss to say why." Kathryn found it hard to smile at her friend's admission. Usually, such a response from him would be funny. She sighed. It would be a relief to just turn over command to Chakotay and let go for a while to heal and rest. But he was one of the missing... Circumstances all pointed to the fact that it was best if Tuvok stayed in his scientific capacity duties as Chief of Security. He would work more effectively that way. She would stop off in sickbay during a lull and be seen to soon enough. Engineering was her next destination. On her last check, the mainframe had reported that there had been an unwitnessed vortex manifestation on deck eight. Very near an already existing outer hull breach that was reading open to space. The forcefields in the area were holding well. But that little detail hardly made Kathryn feel better. She had sent the two ensigns on to repair the rupture before power was lost in the integrity field manifold network again. She shivered. They were a hairsbreadth away from a catastrophic implosion in that outer section's strut. That would mean the death of them all. She doubted that Q would find that scenario very pleasing. Janeway increased her speed. ::Hmmm:: The captain noticed B'Elanna's absence just after they had gone out into the corridor from K'Ehleyr's quarters. =^= Computer, locate B'Elanna Torres.=^= #Lieutenant Torres is in Engineering. Deck fifteen.# Tuvok agreed with the finding. "She did say she would investigate our Klingon guest. Perhaps she has finished that task and anticipated your arrival there." "Perhaps" the captain replied. Turning to the Bajoran, Kathryn proceeded to tell Kira everything she could about Q's involvement with them all, the Carousel Coordinate trap and why she had handled Kira's arrival in the manner in which she had. Dax's odd behavior cropped up in their conversation. Kira mentioned her side of the story as well. The lack of recognition, the strange behavior.. Janeway was glad she had locked out critical computer functions from all but Voyager bridge crew. The Trill was now a substantiated potential threat. Now with regards to B'Elanna, Janeway would explain to her Maquis crewman, Dax's initial freedom that she had been allowed because of the isotope tag existing in her tissues. The engineer would understand the need for surveillance in such a circumstance and soon, the reason why. # *garbled transmission* ...to engin...# her combadge suddenly spat out. "Seven?" Kathryn asked. "Is that you?" There was no reply. Kathryn wrote it off as another computer glitch. Seven's vitals were normal on her tricorder scan. She appeared to be on her way to engineering as well from Deck Eight. Perhaps she had encountered Naomi Wildman and was effecting rescue of the child. Good, one less problem to deal with. The EMH would care for the little girl with alacrity. The wayward five arrived at engineering and went inside the double doors. Just at their entrance portal, Seven's voice suddenly came in loud and clear. =^=Captain, We have visitors=^= The call was cut off abruptly. Janeway stopped in her tracks, tapping open a channel,.... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- **Attachment: Audio: "Seven, if you can hear me... respond!!" ***************************************************************************** From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] With a candle brightly lit.......... Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2000 05:27:11 -0800 (PST) >=^=Captain, We have visitors=^= The call was cut off abruptly. > Janeway stopped in her tracks, tapping open a channel,.... tuvok reacted instantaniously. =^= Tuvok to security send a team to main engineering possible intruder proceed with caution =^= Captain i suggest we have the feline transport to sickbay right away so we can investigate our newly arived guest. I suggest we keep going on to engineering. Hmmm interesting tuvok mumbled. Tuvok just realized that the cat could not have sent the captaina telepathic message so logically someone or something enabled the cat to do so. And him being a telepath he might be able to trace what or who enabled the cat to do so. There where offcourse a number of possibilities. One being but that was higly unlikely that it was Q but he seemed to be to weak to accomplish such a thing. Species 8472 also telepathic and also has the ability to possibly mimic and or take control of humanoid lifeforms. Another thought occurred to him. Dax the trill woman, her not recognising Kira. But then there was also the unusual cicumstances they were in with the Carousel Coordinate and the inate possibility that the felines apperent gift was caused by the coordinate in some way. So much questions ad so little facts. Could he have laughed he would have. In the meantime the captain had opened a com channel finnally.. tuvok. **************************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] sometimes you just have to stay still for a while... Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2000 09:47:56 -0600 Dax finished her preliminary examination on herself. The tracer proved to be a bit more annoying than she had first thought. Looking around the storage room the trill was happy to find something that would help her. Popping open one ration bottle after another she started draining them quickly to rid herself of the isotope trace. It would take an hour, but in the mean time Dax could still plot her next course of action. One of the images that had seeped through after Jadzia's last surfacing had brought up an interesting predicament. Kira Nyeres was now on board. That meant that Dax would have to be interacting with her soon. The bajoran was no doubt confused at the lack of recognition on Dax's part at their first meeting earlier. That would have to be explained and the trill chuckled as she knew just how to do that... **************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Seven to her rescue..... Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2000 04:51:25 CST > "Seven, can you hear me?.... Respond!!" On Deck Eight.... "Yes, captain. I am here. I have found the Wildman child.." Seven answered as she picked Naomi up into her arms. Naomi was comforted by Seven's protective presence. Seven reported more. "I will bring her to sickbay at once and report to engineering as soon as possible." The captain then asked what Tuvok's intruder call was about. Seven was discreet, "I have a possible identification of the alien aboard. It may be the one in your vision, However, I should attend to the child first." Janeway ordered her to proceed and then report to her position in four minutes. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There were many crew still on the beds in comatose states. Seven carried Naomi to the only empty one. The EMH looked up from his data padd on the Counselor who was resting quietly on a biobed near him. " Seven,.." the doctor began. He recognized Naomi right off and shifted his voice to reflect calming tones, "Well, who do we have here...? " he regarded the little girl. He fixed Seven with a see you over there look, "Why didn't she come earlier with the others?" He scanned Naomi in a preliminary exam. "Unknown. She was outside of her quarters and was injured in the last temporal bombardment. Be on the lookout for a possible intruder. It was encountered on Deck Eight." Seven pushed Naomi into the Doctor's arms. Naomi protested, "Seven I want to stay with you!" The doctor was taken aback. He was forced to drop his tricorder to take her, "Wait!! Can't you tell me more about the int--" "The captain requires my assistance immediately. No doubt you will acquire that information quickly through your link with the computer. I must leave." The borg sharply exited sickbay. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In route to engineering....... Seven hurried down the corridor towards the turbolift. She had her tricorder out on scan for any new developments. She realized that 8472 would not register on any ship's sensor, even on her own borg enhanced tricorder. But, somehow, having it there, active, eased her human-like anxiety. An urgent bleeping on one indicator drew her attention a few meters away from the turbolift. ::Odd. This energy signature isn't Voyager's.:: She knelt and moved an abandoned workman's crate aside from a wall. She smelled biomatter. Proteins. ::Strange:: Then she spotted it. It was a very crude electronic pressure sensitive triggering device covered with what identified as processed fish remains. She was at a loss ::Why? And more importantly, who put this here?:: The tricorder trilled a shrill warning as she drew nearer. It was an explosive device! She backed hastily away and hit her combadge, =^=Computer, scan this device 1.2 meters in front of me and identify. Locate all other coordinates displaying these configurations. Sensor lock them into a stasis field and transport all objects into the captain's yacht 87 meters starboard. Release tractor beam attached to the yacht. Then retract shields to include Voyager only. Implement immediately. Authorization, Seven of Nine,.. Omega 593!" She knew this would work. The stasis field would prevent the devices from going off and putting them in the captain's yacht was just a secondary precaution in case the first measure failed. The device shimmered and disappeared from view. And so did every other one like it.. **************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Otherthing sings. Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000 01:17:51 SCT The captain, the vulcan, the major and the guard all went inside engineering. Janeway set the sleeping cat down on a table console nearest B'Elana's work station. She had already put her tricorder away into her belt by the time everyone had situated themselfes. There was a lot to talk about very soon. It appeared that B'Elana was alone in engineering. She kept looking over a shoulder toward a back alcove nervously. Tuvok had noticed. He asked her if there was a problem. A deep roar cut off his question as 8472 leapt from a shadow and into their midst. Without touching him, it knocked aside the guard's phaser easily. ::OTHER thingsss!! Not hurt theys. AHH! :: It saw the quiet Spot. :: I am no talked. The small life is not now. I needssss.:: It searched around. It's yellow cross pupiled eye landed on the captain. ::Yessss. The leader woman.:: It seized Captain Janeway into its grip, immobilizing her. One thought ruled it. ::Voice I wantssss.:: Faster than anyone's reactions, 8472 spirited her away through the hole it tore effortlessly in the bulkhead. Engineering was left behind. Space was calling to it. 8472 returned to the hulled section on Deck Eight. It stood outside the integrity energy holding back the vacuum. ::Not kill it, no. There not go I. Soonest after, yess.:: The otherthing was in the not now. And the OTHER Minds did not "scent" as pursuing it. Soon, they would come. The otherthing's technology would tell them where their otherthing was. But time was its now. So it placed the human on the deck and began. The engulfing was not easy. Home's distress had shaken its thoughts. Transforming was hard. 8472's body "moulded" around Janeway like ooze. It stretched out over her length until she was encased completely within 8472's matrix. ::Now within, the otherthing will not need its ingested gasses.:: Its life now fed hers completely and vice versa. ::Her shell is core now. Any hurt to I is hurt to otherthing.:: 8472 stood erect once more and stepped through the field into the icy vacuum. It exerted one oriface and expelled the captain's combadge onto the floor and crushed it underfoot. The tricorder met the same fate. 8472 moved many meters deep into the airless corridor and into the sweet pitch night there. It could feel the whole otherthing inside its mantle's hearting layer. She was quiescent, deeply not now, and non-breathing, but fully alive. Her flesh shell was now susceptible to suggestion. 8472's mouth moved. From out of its twisted bug's head, a sound emerged. It spoke with Janeway's voice! "Help me." It made it say. "I am here." ::Wantsss Home!! And warm seas of birth. OTHER Minds help I. Or die!:: Now, the wait began. **************************************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] (unknown) Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000 03:45:03 GMT As 7 placed Naomi in the doctor's arms, Naomi gave a cry of protest, "no 7 I want to stay with you" just as she saw 7 turn around and walk out the door, she fainted again. The doctor placed her on the empty bed and did a few more scans, seeing she was only tired, not hurt at all, her put a blanket over her and let her be. A few minutes later, She sat straight up in the bed and started shouting 7s name, the doctor rused over to comfort her, but Naomi would here none of it. She jumped down from the bed and rushed out the sickbaydoors, down the hall and looked for her friend. Seeing all thoes hurt people in the sickbay had frightened her, and she wanted to get as far away from that icky place as fast as possible. It isn't that she doesn't like the doctor, but all thoes other people were scary. Naomi tried to remember where 7 said she was going, engineering wasn't it? Good place to start looking at any rate. As she ran down the hall to the nearest elevator, she did her best to stay calm, but it wasn't working very good. Just as the lift door opend on the engineering level, Naomi saw a big purple blob move around the corner, and it was carring something? Was it a person? Her heart began to beat faster, and she screamed for 7 to come and save her. The monster ignored her, but the scared feeling would not go away, where was 7?!!? If that was a person that thing was holding, she couldn't recognise who it was, probably a good thing. As Naomi stood there panicking she watched as several people ran after the thing, she would never understand grown ups, why cahse it if it was leaving you alone, then she saw her frind and running like the rest of them, she called out "7, stop wait for me, don't leave me agin!" **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] In the pit.....dark and dreary .... Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 14:29:05 PST It was dark out there. That was all she remembered thinking for a very long time. She tried to speak.::Mouth won't work. Full of cotton.:: Janeway could not see or hear or really move just yet. And there was no air moving in her lungs. She felt a thrill of dread. ::Am I dead again??:: she thought ludicrously. Anger bit down, then fear. At last, blessed memory flooded back. She had just arrived in engineering when she heard a roar and saw a sharp movement to her left. She saw the security guard lunge in her direction and then came a huge blow against her back and shoulders followed by stars, and blackness. And now, ....this. The captain mentally "stretched", testing the extent of her paralysis. In her mind there was playing some dry rasping whispers in the background. She "listened" focusing closer...... Then all of the sudden, she KNEW.. It was there. An 8472. The destroyer of the Borg. She heard it clearly. No, wait, she heard its mind...talking,.. in her voice?! There it was again, repeating two phrases over and over. ::Help me., I am here:: Horrified, she realized that it was baiting crew to come to it. ::No! I won't let you--:: she "yelled." A terrible pressure clamped down on her mind. ::QUIET, Leader Thing.:: came a mental noise so loud that Kathryn felt physical pain. She almost retreated into the darkness again. Fury built up in Janeway. :: I may be restrained in some way right now in a way I don't understand but there is a hole big enough to walk through!!:: Summoning all of her irritation, she violently "pushed" back against the 8472's mental clamp. She felt her tentacle lash out against a wall in a stinging blow... But the pain that time wasn't hers.... **************************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] He's Back!!!! And it's About Time!!!! Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 20:58:37 -0600 Q threw his hands up in disgust, noticing that the bridge was, for the most part, empty, except for the security guard trained on him. It was nice of Dax to have engineered his momentary escape, but Janeway and co. always seemed to be one step ahead of the game. He wondered about that and also worried about the new creature stuck in the co-ordinate with them...and the puzzling loss of his link with Janeway. He could still feel her life presence aboard the ship, but mentally, she was gone. Q knew thathe could feel echos of her previous self but he could not isolate them from the cacophony of minds on the ship...Janeway's mind was unavailable to him... Q reached out an arm hesitatly, feeling the crackle of the air in front of him, signifying the presence of the forcefield. He wiped the sweat from his brow, still momentarily exhausted from running laps around the bridge. He carefully extended his mental facilities, reaching out to the security guard on the bridge. Q found it incrediblly disconcerting that the entire bridge would be empty, devoid of even a skeleton crew when the ship was in a crisis situation. 'Bad judgement on Kate's part, ' Q thought as he brought his hands up, pointing them at the lone guard watching him. The guard fired at the forcefield, disrupting it momentarily, long enough for Q to teleport elsewhere. Q's last command to the guard was to shoot at himself, so as not to raise the alarm. As Q vanished, he saw the phaser beam lance throught the guard, vaporizing him. Q raised his eyebrow in mock indignation, "Serves him right for putting his phaser on vaporize, when he's just guarding little old me." Q found himself in a deserted section of the ship. He crawled into the nearest Jefferies Tube, pulling off the cover and throwing it aside. After a few undignified moments of crawling on his hands and knees, he found the appropriate T junction and removed a section of the panelling. Q knew from his observations on the Bridge that the captain's yacht, more commonly called the Aero-Wing, was drifting in space, powerless. Q knew that transporting off the ship would be detected, and he didn't have the reserves to teleport to his little broken yacht, being cut off from the Continuem, so he decided the quickest least painful way off the ship would be to channel himself through space using Voyager's tractor beam as the conduit. Unfortunatly, that plan wouldn't work... the yacht was outside of tractor range and Q couldn't get through the rotating shild harmonics either. 'It was a stupid idea to draw Voyager here,' Q thought, 'They have less idea going on here than I do.' With that, Q made up his mind and decided to encode himself as a hologram, much like the ship's EMH. He scanned Voyager, looking at where the EMH projectors were located and found just what he was looking for. Q entered the coordinates of the delta flyer and a second later he was projected into the deserted bridge of the ship. Q loved his little AeroWing but thought the Delta Flyer would do in a pinch. "Perfect!" he shouted triumphantly. He looked down and saw he was a little too perfect...having materialized directly into the captain's chair, where his knees should be. He groaned as he forced his molecules to dissassociate themselves from that of the chair as he went from hologram back into his humanoid form and he slowly stepped away from the chair. Q knew, from his observations on the bridge, that 7 of 9 had found Dax's tunacan bombs and transported them to the AeroWing. Q set up an antistasis field around the Delta Flyer, which disrupted the annoying shields around Voyager for Q's metaphysical powers to cooperate. This action did not lower the shields, nor was it detectable, but it was just enough on a metaplane of existance for Q's powers to work...he augmented his powers by quickly tapping into the Delta Flyer's transporter system, masking his trail as he went along. "Make it So," Q said with a grin as he carried out his plan. His mind found the spacial coordinates of each explosive device and he discreetly beamed the devices back into voyager, in a special prearranged pattern, spelling out a giant "Q." Althought this task was very taxing on Q, having not fully recovered from linking his mind with that of the AeroWing, he knew his time in the stasis field on the bridge had rejuvinated his powers. As he continued with the transporting, beaming the devices all around and inside Voyager, he phase shifted their contents, sending them into the subspace plane of existance. By using the transporter at a subspace level, Q was able to bypass the rotating harmonics of Voyager's shields between the Yacht and the ship. If Voyager attempted to go to warp after the explosions were remotely triggered by Dax, it would warp right into the shockwave of the explosions, which would be the equivilant of running directly into a brick wall. Subspace shockwaves do not dissipate after time, rather they come into being and stay that way until something runs into them. Even if Voyager drifted or moved locales before jumping to warp, the shockwave would follow the ship undetected, since the explosion would be linked to Voyager. 'And,' Q surmpised,'The resulting explosion just might open a rift in the Carosel long enough for me to reestablish my link with the Continuem, and get the hell out of Dogde, so to speak.' And now the waiting game begins, he thought. Q established control of the Flyer using Janeway's vocal patterns and sent a narrow phaser blast which opened the shuttle bay doors to space. 'Too bad no one is on the bridge,' he thought, 'They just might have been able to stop me. As he cleared the bay doors, which were exposed to space, he narrowly missed being hit by the other vessels in the bay as they were blown out into space...the other shuttles, and Troi's ship. 'Better not do that again,' he thought. He then fired a phaser blast at Voyager's tractor beam array, shattering it into a million pieces. He then used Janeway's vocal pattern to open a window in the shield harmonics, much like those used for transporting through shields. When Q scanned the window and found it wasn't large enough for the Flyer, he fired a wide spread of phasers . This action caused a feedback loop throughout the shields, effectively shutting them down, exposing Voyager to the full wrath of the Carosel CoOrdinate Q activated the rest of the ship's functions and set a course for tne nearest M class planet. This planet's atmoshpere was full of ionized charged particles, which would sheild the Delta Flyer from Voyager. The intense ionization, a by product of the Carosel CoOrdinate, would also block the transporters. > From what Q knew of the coordinate, this planet might hold the key that he had been searching for...the creators of the coordinate and a way out. Q only hoped he knew how to land the Flyer somewhat softly as the Delta Flyer jumped to warp... ******************************************************* END WEEK FIVE RECAP 03-13-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) WEEK SIX [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 03-13-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Womens intuition Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 23:29:04 CST Seven walked into engineering, and saw a room full of stunned individuals. No one in the room seemed to have anything to say. Taking note of the captains absence, Seven stepped closer and asked "What happened?" The mute group snapped out of it one at a time, growing impatient Seven posed her question once again. "What happened?" The young ensign in the group was the first to snap-to, partically by hearing Seven's voice, and partically due to the woman's formidable presence. "A...A, thing just came in here and attacked the captain..." "Where is the "thing" now?" Seven asked, she couldn't keep the alarmed concern out of her voice. "I don't know, it just grabbed the captain and ran off" Frustrated, Seven insisted on gathering as much information from the shocked youngster as possible. "Did you see the direction in which the alien departed?" Receiving no response, she turned her attention to the rest of the group. Getting short in temper, her inquiries grew short as well "Which way did it go?" she said with an exasperated sigh. Seven was growing more and more impatient :: these "humans" shocked state was very inefficient:: and her concern for the captain was growing. Finally, the security officer spoke up "It took her out that door" he said pointing to the door positioned behind and to her left. Seven gave him a look that made it clear she was uncertain whether or not she should listen to the same security officer who had let Kathryn be abducted like she had been. Then, realizing that anything he may have done to 8472 would have been futile. "Thank you" she said and exited through the door he had indicated. Following the invisible trail of her own instincts, Seven made her way slowly down the corridor, never heeding to the thought that if 8472 didn't want to be found, she stood very little chance of securing it's location. The captain was in danger, that was all that mattered, not the rest of the crew, not the ship, not the prisoner still being held on the bridge. Wait, that gave her an idea, she wondered as she kreapt down the corridor... suddenly, another thought occurred to her. Hadn't the captain mentioned something about the cat? Turning on her heels, Seven raced back to engineering, there had to be something, some connection with the feline. She detested felines, although she had never encountered one, the emotional attachments people made with the stupid beasts were illogical to her. She entered engineering once again, ignoring everyone else, she went straight for the sleeping animal, picked him up, and exited once again. She had a hunch... **************************************************************************** From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] tuvok`s pain Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 00:45:00 -0800 (PST) > She entered engineering once again, ignoring everyone else, she went >straight for the sleeping animal, picked him up, and exited once again. She > had a hunch... A sharp pain hit Tuvok mentally as the captain was taken by a member of what appeared to be species 8472, he knew nothing could be done at this point. He hadn`t even entered engineering yet himself when it happened and decided not to interfeer. This may have seen illogical to some but not to tuvok in this case as he knew he was no match for species 8472. What he did manage to do however was to trace the capatain as there there were on her body still traces of the alien bacteria he had uncovered before and he should be able to track it he thought. And he did for a few moments but then the signal was lost. and he had to backtrack to engineering as he suspected he could be more usefull there as he was about to turn a corner when he sensed and heard for that matter someone approach, well approach wasn`t the right word really she almost knockled him over. Tuvok lifted an eyebrow and his voice to get her attention his attention peaked by the cat she was holding as it was his logical cause of action if he could somehow get in touch with the cat or even find some evidence on the cat he could be oone step closer to resolving this interesting situation. "Seven where are you gong in such a hurry " Tuvok **************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Ties that bind -- OTHERTHING sees I Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 13:03:16 SCT -- The pain that came that time was not her own. 8472 howled in protest. ::Otherthing is I. It CANNOT have teeth:: Its cross eye regarded the bruised limb in questionable control. ::What'sit? I is now. I AM. It will cease!!:: The tentacle disobeyed. It twitched and made for the frozen computer panel strip on the wall. Frost crunched at its touch and a klaxon alarm sounded just once from the inset before the rest of 8472 caved it into permanent silence. The bug's head listened and the proboscii "scented" for pursuit. ::OTHER Minds will know!:: Suddenly, the captain did. Everything. She learned through the newly opened link why IT was here and how. She learned of the distressed living ship, HOME and 8472's desire to heal it. She learned of its desire to get help from the OTHER Minds, her crewmates, to get back. The nexus point had swept 8472 out of Fluidic Space into the Carousel Coordinate in a maelstrom. Its alien physionomy prevented it from feeling the absolute bliss of the nexus effect. It was cast out with its ship. Here. Then Janeway learned where she was. Shock pulsed through her. ::NO!:: The "reaching" thought was strong enough to get to Q where he was like a knife stab. 8472 straightened from the remains of the computer panel. ::Yesss, I needsss to "talk" to OTHER Minds, otherthing. You are I. Yours is mine. Shell is core. I/otherthing. No hurting, yesss? I kill not. Lifes are one. I Wantssss HOME and seas. I "senses" otherthing wantsss home like I. And OTHER Minds. Go as one out bad thing, leader-OTHER-Mind, yessss? FreeeEEE!!!:: Understanding washed her being. The captain lost control of the arm. *************************************************************************** From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Where oh where has my little Klingon gone...? Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 11:37:07 -0600 K'Ehleyr was quite thoroughly pleased with herself. With B'Elanna's help, she managed to get into Engineering and get her hands on just about everything she needed. She had hated lying to her friend, until she realized that she hadn't actually been lying. She had been doing research on the problem just like she had said she would, and had even reported some of it back to her fellow Klingon. It's just that she had had an alterior motive in mind when doing it. B'Elanna had warned her when the others were approaching Engineering, giving her more than enough time to slip out of sight. It would look rather bad for the Chief of Engineering to be hanging around with an apparent prisoner, and allowing said prisoner access to many of the ship's vital functions. True, she was actually qualified to run and research most of the facilities on the ship, not that the captain had even bothered to ask, but she still knew how akward it would have seemed for the others to find her there. As she tucked herself into an alcove, she silently thanked her friend, knowing that now they could finally be considered even. How many times did she cover for B when they were younger? Of course, looking at the half-Klingon's record earlier, it seemed it had not been enough for her to stay out of trouble... Anyway, she smiled when she realized which alcove she had 'accidentally' chosen. Grabbing a tool case, she quietly emptied it of its contents and filled it with those of her own. Yup, now she had just about everything she needed. Noises outside her secret place caught her attention, and she peeked around the wall to watch. "Now there's something you don't see everyday," she thought as she saw the good captain apparently swallowed whole by some strange alien lifeform. That gave her all the incentive she needed to hurry up with her plans. She found the access panel to the Jefferies tube behind one of the walls of the alcove, quickly removed it, and slipped inside, careful to pull everything shut behind her. She balanced the case as she made her way through one tub and into another, not wanting to leave her precious cargo behind. Finally, she reached her destination - Astrometrics. A quick scan with a stolen tricorder, and she knew the room was empty. She entered, less catious of the noise she made this time as she crossed to the console. She found what she needed and downloaded it to the small machine in her hand. Then, she found something else. "Oh, this is going to work even better than I thought," she whispered to herself. She loaded the specs of her new findings into the same tricorder, then quickly erased any evidence that she had ever been there. Locating yet another Jefferies tube, she made her way to what she hoped would be her final destination. She stepped out into the cargo bay after scanning it to make sure she would be alone. She walked by several shuttles, one which she vaguely recognized as coming from the Enterprise, though it had apparently been blown nearly to pieces by something. "Ouch," she thought. "I'd hate to have been on that one." She glanced at the handful of other shuttles and goods in the bay until she found what she needed. "Oh yeah, this should be good." Just as she was about to set to work, she remembered Voyager's sensors and how they seemed to pop up at just the wrong time. "I'll fix that." Grabbing one of the personalized transporter location devices from one of the shuttles, she made a few quick adjustments. True, they were only supposed to be used for emergencies, but she was certain this qualified as one. Besides, from her reading earlier, she had discovered they had been used as everything from time-phase-inverters to personal shieldingg devices over the past few years. A few fananglings later, and she strapped the small band around her arm, knowing that it would now be near impossible to detect her. At the very most, she would seem like nothing more than a standard sensor echo, and she would blend seemlessly into her surroundings as long as no one looked at her head-on. Even then, though, she should look like nothing more than a glimmer or a shadow. Her Klingon senses told her to hurry, that something big was going to happen. "Yeah," she thought. "I'm going to get the hell out of here, blast a hole in the space-time continuum itself if needbe." There was no way she wanted to be on this crazy ship, with strange captains, crazed cats, random temporal vortexes, and large unknown aliens. Nope, hiding was her best bet; at least until she could figure a way out. She found the perfect spot and crawled in, gripping tightly to the case she still carried with her. There was no way she was losing that. Before she had time to think about much else, a nearby console flashed to life. "Now what?" she thought, but it took only moments to find out... ************************************************************************* From: "E. Beltran" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Who's on first? Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 12:05:26 -0600 Dax stepped out of the storage room cautiously, after check to see if anyone was in the corridor. The likelihood of that seemed slim now. Something was happening on the ship that had all available crew scrambling to engineering and the bridge. Maybe someone had found her false trail of tuna cans. Checking down the hall quickly Dax saw that one of the cans she had placed there earlier was now gone, though her other "gift" was still hidden nicely under the paneling. The trill had taken more caution setting up the other payloads, it wouldn't do for anyone to find out what she had in mind before her plan was carried through to completion. Hearing someone in the hall behind her Dax ducked into a nearby alcove. A red shirted ensign walked by, one of the two from the bridge earlier. The ensign failed to detect the trill's presence as she walked by, ::Too Bad. :: Dax thought as she stepped out from the alcove behind the ensign. With casual indifference the trill placed both hands on the side of the ensigs head and twisted sharply. A little while latter, clothed in the ensign's uniform and with much shorter hair Dax walked quickly once again back down the hall. Having found that the ensign's phaser was security locked Dax had decided to resort to more primitive defensive weapons. The trill hefted the Batleth easily in one hand, still not completely sure why she had chosen such an odd weapon. She hurried on her way to the shuttle bay intent to get off the floating bomb called Voyager... ------------------------------------------------------ (*attachment*) Audio: Bat'leth (Dax orders up specific measurements for a deadly Klingon Bat'leth from a replicator in a tense, stressed voice.) **************************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: shake, rattle and roll! Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 15:51:52 -0600 Dax felt the ship tremble and buck under her as she hurried to the shuttle bay. Out a near by window she could see a flyer speeding away from Voyager. Up ahead crew members were milling around the shuttle bay doors. The bulkheads had fallen into place sealing off one of the shuttle bays. Dax suspected that that was where the flyer had just left from. Picking up her pace Dax's nose twitched, the smell of tuna permiated the corridor. The trill 'ah ha'd' as she suddenly realized just where all the tuna cans she had set around the ship had gone to. ::Idiots!:: Seeing her coming the transporter techs and other low lifes turned towards the trill who was bearing down upon them. Grinning with glee Dax raised the battleth and started swinging. In a matter of minutes the deck was awash with blood and a rather happy Joran stood in the midst of the bodies. "Oh, YES! It's so good to be back!" Joran shouted as he did a little jig. Hefting the batleth onto his shoulder once more Joran Dax walked calmly to the transporter, setting the coordinates and beaming himself into one of the shuttles. Curiosity getting the better of him Joran programmed up the shuttle to follow the flyer's warp signature. Ordering up a raktojario from the replicator Joran sat back as he sipped the odd drink and punched a control to send the shuttle into warp. **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Spot in a hissy fit... Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2000 00:58:53 PST The ship rocked as multiple reactions shook it. Everyone still aboard the severely crippled Voyager felt terrible reverberations through their feet as... BEEP! #Unauthorized launch in progress, main shuttle bay, Delta flier. Environmental containment in the shuttle bay is negative. Massive decompression has initiated.# Tuvok and Seven paused in their conversation. Someone had blown the outer launch doors! Then a more horrifying announcement. #Lifesigns of Security Red Shirt Number One, Science Crewmans One through Nine, have been terminated# "REEEEOOOWWW!!!!!" Spot awoke five times his normal size in buzzing hair and dropped out of Seven's arms to the deck. A low thrumming filled the air. Spot fumed. ::ANOTHER bad thing. Opens near!! Ship WRONG! Sick.. Claws are down. Don't like it, DON'T LIKE IT!!:: He vaguely saw the two persons reach for him. Spot suddenly bolted foward nine feet and halted. Ears twisting at a grated sound. It was a Klaxon intruder alert. It went off only once, distantly. Tuvok noticed, too. And Seven. It was echoed immediately on their combadges. ::Only command crew know how to activate such an alarm.:: Seven mused. Simultaneously, they both knew who had sent it. Spot's world wavered, and he listed as if on catnip. A dreaming filtered into his head. And carried onto Tuvok and Troi and Kira. It was a telepathic sending once again... from IT..... A flame of pain came and went, bringing them to their knees. Then they all knew one bonechilling thought. Their missing captain was unmistakably IT, too. She and IT, somehow, had become just one. **************************************************************************** END WEEK SIX RECAP [voyagerliveaction@onelist.com] WEEK SIX -- PART TWO RECAP 03-15-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: Any port in a storm. IT fixes thing of Otherthing Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2000 23:53:36 SCT The next cycle of time waves was on its way. 8472 could feel it. The battered starship wavered and trembled before the rising surge. Without her shields, she would be as fish in the alligator's mouth. The coordinate was about to erupt once more. In its sheltered hallway, the ether of space began to taste bitter to IT and it grew WARM. Danger! 8472 straightened from its crouch. ::Bad thing will BITE otherthing's home. Needssss SHELL now.:: The captain flashed weakly, ::What?:: Inwardly, IT gave a curiously summoning call. The region around Voyager flamed color and a rift opened up twenty thousand kilometers off of her bow. A huge organic hulk six times the size of the starship emerged, shedding plasma like sheeting seawater. Janeway felt a strange euphoria. ::Reunion! HOME is here. This is ITS ship.:: The oblong vessel split its face into a banana maw and it ATE Voyager, insinuating her deep into its belly hold. And her accompanying debris cloud; the shattered tractor array, bits of hull, the ionized cargo bay door cloud. It ate the infant tiny homes, too, weaving them into the web of light nestling in around Voyager's hull plating. Soon they were back in Voyager's hold among golden filaments. ::The shuttlecrafts!:: the captain wondered. ::They were loose?:: The great maw closed and the shaking of Voyager's decks blissfully ceased. Space around IT and everywhere on Voyager turned peach. The captain stared in wonder through the eyes at the computer panel destroyed by IT previously when she sent out the Klaxon alarm. It MOVED.. The torn edges reformed... reoriented. Its peach light flared too bright to see. Janeway looked away. ::GOOD. Otherthing's home "listens"!:: 8472 crooned. ::Its life "talks" to HOME:: The flaring ended and the captain marveled at the ODN conduit exposed in the shattered computer panel. Something was happening inside a routing bioneural gel pack. Peach fire coursed through it in livid streaks. The blue gel brightened in color and its casing edges moved again. Ragged tears recoagulated and began to merge. 8472 actually "smiled". ::I healsss Otherthing's home. Otherthing will tell OTHER Minds now. All will be as before. Then all Otherthings helpssss I.:: The HOME'S influence completely enveloped Voyager. The peach meld swept deck by deck repairing, nuturing, healing every flaw, every mar. Janeway felt rather than heard the computer speak through the vacuum. #All ships' systems are fully restored.# Green light after green light lit up Janeway's diagnostic vision, showing the completeness of her ship's recovery, except for one area of the ship's lowest deck, a strange Q- shaped area of null scan registering in non color. 8472 shrugged ::Other space is there. I cannot see in.:: Janeway voiced ::Could it be a subspace fluctuation? A leftover eddy from the Coordinate?:: ::I knowssss not:: It did not dawn on the captain the significance of its shape in her mind. For the "Q" shape was reminiscent of the magnetic field patterns common enough on that deck due to interference from the magnetic constrictors of the impulse drive. She filed it for future thought for Tuvok. Her relief was immense and she mentally fell against 8472's mind in a sudden release of strain. ::Thank you so much.:: 8472 wondered ::What'is ? This is?:: IT did not understand Janeway's feeling. The captain "opened" and shared everything she felt about the ship she had commanded since the very first day she stepped aboard Voyager. ::AHHH. Otherthings "bond" like I to homessss.:: IT surmised. The captain "shrugged" as well as she could without control of the shoulders. ::Come on. Let's work to get us BOTH out of this part of space.:: **************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] one on one in the dark.... Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2000 03:09:22 CST Seven stopped suddenly as she nearly ran right into Tuvok, she was relieved to finally meet someone other than herself with a logical train of thought. The feline was still with her. > "Seven where are you going in such a hurry? " Tuvok asked. "Tuvok, I am trying to find the captain, she was captured by, what I have identified as species 8472" Tuvok nodded in agreement, as he had also arrivied at the same conclusion. Suddenly the ship shook violently, the computer came on line. >##Unauthorized launch in progress, main shuttle bay, Delta flier. >Environmental containment in the shuttle bay is negative. >Massive decompression has initiated.# Seven and Tuvok glanced at each other, and she raced to the nearest command panel. Unfortunately, there was nothing that she could do to stop it. It was already done. Thinking quickly, she pressed a series of commands. "The atmospheric leak has been contained. There was severe damage to the bulkheads in the shuttle bay. " She turned back to Tuvok, wondering who could have done this. All computer commands had been restricted to bridge personnel only. That left her, Tuvok and the captain, and B'Elanna able to carry out such a drastic command. >#Lifesigns of Security Red Shirt Number One, Science Crewmans >One through Nine, have been terminated# ::Ten dead lifesigns? How?! They were all in sickbay. Where did these come from?:: Tuvok was carefully silent. But the raised eyebrow gave his thoughts away. > "REEEEOOOWWW!!!!!" Spot yowled. Seven suddenly jumped back as the cat awoke and jumped from her arms. The piercing screech it emitted was only emphasized more by her borg implants. The cat almost seemed to be listening to something. ::What?:: She couldn't know. Both their combadges came to life, sounding out a klaxon alarm. It suddenly stopped. ::Odd, only bridge officers know that internal command. That's the intruder alert code.:: It was obviously enough that neither Tuvok nor herself had activated it. "Computer, where was the origin of the intruder alert?" #Deck Eight, section 15, wall monitor 16# "Tuvok that section is registering open to space. It could be from the captain." Seven said. Without a word needing to be said, she looked at Tuvok and together, as one, they started down the corridor to the turbolift. Tuvok suddenly gasped. Something was happening to him. Seven went to his side and asked, "What is wrong?" He seemed to be in pain and the cat was staggering in place. Reading her tricorder, she tried to find some reading that would explain this event, when it was suddenly over. Tuvok spoke, "I have found the captain and species 8472. Their minds are one." Seven was puzzled by this remark. ::Linked? Telepathically?:: There was no time left, the captain needed assistance. There was a brilliant flare that came from everywhere. A peach glow that permeated everything. The tricorder showed metaphasic organic energy. It grew blinding for a few moments and then faded. They were unharmed. Then the computer announced, >#Ships systems have been fully restored.# This was a mystery that could wait. Seven and Tuvok, not distracted, continued on the route hopefully leading to the captain's signal. The cat followed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They arrived. The tricorder read nothing beyond the thin integrity field that was the only thing keeping them all alive. It was not visible in the dark. >"Help me. I am here." It was very subdued. "Captain?" Seven called out. There was no reply. She turned to Tuvok. "I am getting an environmental suit. Stay here." Tuvok understood her course of action. A few minutes later, Seven was ready. Phaser rifle in hand..... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (*attachments* ) Image : 7of 9 in a space suit. Audio- Seven--"When faced with desperate circumstances, We must adapt." Image-- Seven in the dark in an environmental suit with a glowing phaser rifle..... **************************************************************************** From: "Frederic Hanson" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] I'm coming aboard Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2000 18:45:56 CST Neelix sat up on his Bio-bed, and grogily reached a hand to his throbing head. He looked around at the dozens of unconcious bodies lying around the sick bay. He looked over as he saw the doctor coming towards him. "Ahh, Mr. Neelix, gald to see you have recovered" Neelix looked up at him and weakly smiled, the effort drained him, and caused him to give a slight grimace "Never been better Doc!" he exclaimed, grimacing in pain once again. :: Odd :: he thought :: I don't see a single friendly face, I see all these people every day, but, I couldn't put a name to half these faces :: "Ahm, Doctor?" He said as he moved to the edge of the bed. "Yes, Mr. Neelix?" "Without all the grilsy details, how long have I been here?" The doctor smiled and calmingly replied "A mere seven hours, thirty seven minutes" Neelix struggled to his feet, holding the doctor for additional support, the doctor looked over at the remaining Bio-bed, and suddnely remembered. Still supporting the Talaxian, the doctor relayed the disturbing news. "Neelix, you are friends with Naiomi, correct?" Neelix nods his head, "well, she WAS here" "Wha.. was?.. where is she now?" An extremly troubled moral officer asked. The doctor raised a silencing hand and, in an attempt to comfort him said "She was brought in by Seven, Seven then proceeded to abandon the child here with me, once she snapped out of it, the child then ran out of my sickbay and, she has not been seen since" Neelix didn't even have to think for another moment, he quickly followed in the young girls footsteps and "ran out of sickbay" **************************************************************************** From: "myron ojala" Subject:[voyagerliveaction]Oh, my ears and whiskers!! Date: 17 March 2000 04:33:24 pm CST Dr. Julian Bashir couldn't wait to try out the new holoprogram of Miles O'Brien. He wanted Bashir to wait another day because of a small glitch in the program that kept moving around the the imaging matrix. The eager young doctor decided that he just couldn't wait any longer. He had to try out his friend's new holoprogram now. The grass in the meadow was a lush green color. Julian smiled and thought of the original away mission protrayed here. Julian strolled across the glade around the frozen figure of the youthful Dr. Leonard McCoy just after that officer's encounter with the large white rabbit from that famous shoreleave mission log. He smiled. Julian thought aloud, ::I just might be able to debug this computer glitch myself:: Miles had said that the safety protocols were not effected by the glitch at all. He also said that the problem area would show up as a visually incomplete section of any space within the holoprogram while it was running. ::It would not do to just blunder into it.:: Julian thought. He took out his field tricorder and scanned the area. Nothing seemed to be amiss. He still couldn't detect the problem. ::How do you find something that doesn't show itself? Hmmm. Look for anywhere that isn't already taken by holodata, a blank spot!:: Julian concentrated on his surroundings. ::There!:: He crouched down by a bush. Beneath it was a patch of utter darkness. It appeared to be what should have been a large rabbit hole but he couldn't see into it at all. He wondered if this was O'Brien's mysterious glitch. Julian decided to test a theory. =^=Computer, restart program Through the Looking Glass=^= The sky and meadow shimmered, then reformed. The ground dropped out from under his feet. He was falling! That hole had moved. Wind rushed by his ears and he desperately fumbled with his combadge, =^=Computer, end programmmmmm!!!!=^= He could see nothing but whizzing shadows and frighteningly, no computer voice replied back. Bashir was jolted, landing with a thud onto into the empty hologrid room in near blackness. "Computer, lights!" The lights came on full and revealed a very large holoroom. ::This is odd. I didn't know Quark had this size holosuite open for customers. Oh, well. Time to go.:: That was quite enough for Dr. Julian Bashir for one day. He called for the exit and walked through the doors when they appeared. He had gone down the quiet hallway for a good fifty feet before he realized that something was seriously wrong. He was not where he should be. He called for ops, =^=Bashir to Captain Sisko. Please resond.=^= There was no reply. =^=Bashir to Major Kira. Respond please.=^= ::Curious. Where were they? Was the comm system down?:: Then he tried a different track. =^=Computer, where am I?=^= #You are on board the USS Voyager, Registry NCC 74656, Delta Quandrant.# ::Where was he?! Voyager!:: He remembered seeing her at Deep Space Nine once. Miles was really pulling his leg this time. :: A hidden storyline embedded into the main holoprogramming. Intriguing.:: But he was getting hungry. For lunch. If he didn't get back to Quark's soon, he would be hungry enough to eat fresh gagh! =^=Computer, end program=^= There was no change. Bashir began to feel uneasy. He drew out his tricorder. No comforting holo readings met his examining gaze. ::Oh, my God. This is all real!:: He almost dropped the tricorder. ::Am I really on Voyager?:: ******************************************************* From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Nelix! Youre Here! Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 05:59:49 GMT Naiomi went into her house and went strait for the controll panel. It was quite a mess from the last shaking the ship had gone thorough. Mom wuldnt have liked that. "Naiomi Wildman to 7 of 9, pleas respond. " And she waited. She went into her bedroom which was only kind of messy. But it bothered her to keep it that way so she cleaned up. She made her bed, put all of her toys away oh, no!! Flotter wasnt there. He was in the hallway from before when she fell. She knew she should wait for 7 to call her back but Flotter was first! She ran outside and saw him right away to the left. My Flotter! Neelix had made it special for her. She ran up to him, picked him up and turned right back around to go back to her house. Then she saw him, her funny friend, Nelix! She was very glad to see someone else she knew, since 7 was gone. Nelix Nelix! she said running up to him. "I saw this monster, and it was, carrying, something I, it may have been somebody. 7 hasnt ansered me, she left me with the doctor. I can't find my momy. I'm scared." I knew Nelix could help me. He wuldnt leve me like 7. Now I could get ansers. She gave Nelix a big hug. **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A tiny development..... Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2000 13:20:38 PST Kathryn smiled mentally, she needed no eyes to know that her ship was no longer in crisis. 8472's offer of asylum and its Home's protection was SORELY needed and she felt confident about 8472's intentions. She felt rather then saw the return of the atmosphere into the isolated deck section within the forcefield. The hull breach was gone, as if it had never even existed, leaving fully restored, breathable air around 8472. ::Now.:: she felt it say. Janeway felt a great pressure grip around her body, pushing, and then somehow, It was melting away like hot wax. Her connection with It was suddenly severed and her mind, untangled. She was being freed! 8472 separated its mass from Kathryn, leaving her wet and lying flat out on the deck. She spat out liquid plasma from her lungs, coughing hard to loosen its hold there and began to breathe once more. She felt like a newborn fresh out of birth. It took a while for her muscles to allow her to sit up from the floor. She touched her forehead. The cut above her eye was sealed with a crumbling patch of white that dulled the pain and made it itch. ::Was it healing?:: There was a rush of heat and she was suddenly dry and comfortable. This time, the organic residue had not harmed her in any way. ::Why release me now?:: she asked 8472. The creature stayed silent and shrugged in the way she had learned to mean indifference, focusing on a point a little further down the corridor. Janeway looked down and saw the smashed combadge and tricorder lying in pieces near her. She wondered if anyone knew where she was... The EMH appeared right in front of her. "Finally," he said. Janeway just stared. Then she actually started to smile. The inner dimension of Home had effected the program in one very significant way in a manner that made all of her problems seem very small indeed.. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : A smirking Janeway looks down on a knee high EMH in a corridor.... ****************************************************************************Trio TANDEM post via MSN messenger WITH "amiee fielder" AND "niels van elzakker" WITH "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Birds of a feather........... Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 00:55:26 PST On deck eight, the energy of the containment field got through to Seven even through the environmental suit's insulating layers as a sensation of faint heat. The phaser rifle's circle of light barely lit a paltry two meters in front of Seven. Inefficient illumination even for her implanted eye. She stepped cautiously through the darkness. Peach fire suddenly highlighted everything around her position. Seven stooped to conceal her profile against the flaring background, fanning the way ahead with the muzzle of the rifle. Something was happening! At the entrance to the hallway, Tuvok scanned the phenomena. Ship's systems appeared to repair themselves. Right down to the outer hull fibers. An environmental envelope gradually formed behind the containment field as the ship's air vents finally succeeded in filling the gap. Beyond now read at a normal Federation standard life support level. All along the walls, dark computer panels came to life in comforting colors. Tuvok was relieved all was (somehow) restored and made double effort to get to Seven. He had a real concern that she was maybe escalating a situation that should not be escalated. It was the conclusion he had reached just after Seven went into the forcefield. He made sure he had a flashlight on him and made use of it quickly. He hoped he could reach her in time... Tuvok thought, ::Now the forcefield is dropped. It shouldn't be a problem to get to her.:: Back in the dimness, 8472 turned at a new noise, focusing its attention away from the curiously tiny EMH figure toward it. Janeway noticed its shift and straightened up, a frown creasing her forehead. ::What now?:: she wondered. The doctor remained silent, listening as well. Just around a fifteen meter long bend, Seven was still completely unaware of what was going on around her because she was in a "hunting" mode. Borg instinct was in control. She hadn't learned about the hull plating being restored, or that Tuvok was coming after her. She was deep within her stalk. Janeway now heard disturbance coming from the hallway as well. She turned away from 8472, trying to identify the sound. On an instant's hunch, she called out. "It's me! I am all right to whoever's there!" Janeway noted 8472's sudden defensive posture with a look, "It's fine. They've probably found me." Having on no helmet, Tuvok heard the captain's voice and he started to sprint to where it seemed to be coming from. It was a strange scene as he rounded the corner when the lights belonging to this section of the ship kicked back in .. A short distance away, still encumbered by the bulky suit, Seven paused. The lights had suddenly gone on, ::Odd, how was that possible with no power?:: she thought. Tuvok saw the next few moments all in a second's blur. On the one side there was species 8472 and the captain both in the process of turning around and on the other side there was Seven with her rifle, (aiming to point), and off course, Spot who darted past him . Luckily, the captain reacted instantly.. "Wait! Seven! No!" the captain shouted, seeing her officer within an environmental suit with charged rifle coming to bear. She raised up two obstructing hands in a gesture. Seven couldn't possibly hear her in time... Tuvok jumped at Seven who looked ready to fire !.. Seven suddenly felt herself pushed, then falling. She fired off an aimless shot. Tuvok saw that he had just managed to knock Seven over and that the shot was going aimless, hitting a bulkhead just to the side of the creature. 8472 didn't even flinch as sparks cascaded onto its head. For it didn't feel dread from the captain. Catching her breath, Janeway helped Seven to her feet and waited for her to remove her helmet fastenings. The 8472 adopted the captain's calm. Then turned to see eye to eye with Spot. "Seven," Kathryn remarked, "Thanks for your concern, but I'm afraid this predator's on OUR side this time." "Captain?" a very bewildered Seven said, "Species 8472 is never on a "side". I don't want to question your judgement, but ..." "You're just going to have to trust me on this one." Kathryn smiled wryly. Seven continued to look the captain over, she seemed unharmed, however, in her experience, looks could be deceiving. Tuvok added, "Seven, I have reached the same conclusion the captain has." "How?" Seven wanted to know. "First of all, it would be illogicall for the creature to attack us in the fashion we assumed it did. There was the accident with Spot for starters. Why would the creature show us what he did via the cat? Why would it give us clues? And what do you think repaired the ship? It was organic in nature according to the scans I managed to do. If you put these things together and know that Q doesn`t have the power nor the will to do this. It would seem that the creature, like us, is maybe even trapped in here." Nearby, Spot began to softly moan in his throat... On a whim, Tuvok thought at the 8472 ::How to finish with you? That cat obviously serves as a vessel for you.. You are no longer connected (closely) to the captain so we need to find a way to communicate with you more effectively.:: The Vulcan hoped he was getting through to it. He concentrated, ::Spot is the only way we know ..:: Janeway, the shrunken EMH, Tuvok and Seven waited for 8472's reaction. The 8472's eyes closed. Spot began to weave, listing to one side..... ---------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Thoughtful Seven's face in dim light. Image : Janeway and Tuvok paused by wall panels. **************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Full Contact- - Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2000 12:48:05 SCT 8472 "listened" to the Other mind nearest IT. IT felt no malice from the mostly fleshed Other mind with the tooth not its own. Even when its fire bit the shell slope above IT. For 8472 saw that the leader woman's stance was non-hostile and protective. It had learned this "happening" only with its eyes. Her Mind had been dimming with every second since the demergement ended. Now, only heart felts were sensed at all from her. Warmth for the Other Minds. Relief. Maternal tastes, too. ::For the mostly fleshed one?!:: Then the cool Mind IT had felt when IT first came to this sealess realm "spoke". It was the first talking IT had encountered in this newly healed Home that was really True Speech. This Othermind's flesh was dark and the cool feel of its "speaking" matched the lurid spicyness of its scent. -- ::How to finish with you? That --catt obviously serves as a vessel for you.. You are no longer --connected (closely) to the captain so we need to find a way to --communicate with you more effectively. --Spot is the only way we know ..:: ::What is?!:: This Otherthing had named the small life! 8472 was surprised. A naming sang the presence of a soul. The cool one was giving out that the small life thing knew its placement in the ALL with such a calling. IT regarded "Spot" with both eyes. ::This thing is people?:: IT thought the small life was a technology, like the leader woman's silver Home or the otherteeth and things these Other minds liked to carry with them. IT reached to encompass "Spot" in speak and it LEARNED. The cool Mind was "Tuvok", the mostly fleshed one was "Seven" and the leader woman declared "Captain Janeway" and even "Kathryn" in her own Mind. All of these had namings! Except for the tiny thinglet at ITs feet, the EMH. 8472 knew thinglet to really be technology. It had no heartfelts at all and it had no Mind to feel. ::What'its ? This is?:: A change was occuring at IT's feet and in IT's head. In the now, the "Spot"Mind was considering this EMH as a prey foodthing called a "mouse." Amused, 8472 suppressed "Spot's" predator instinct IT saw arising in the cat. IT needed the "Spot's" full concentration. Focus tightened and 8472 melded close to all in a blink. 8472's world grew. IT learned everything all the Otherminds had thought or heartfelt since this strange silver Home's joining with them. It learned of the temporal Otherminds still present here, the "Kira", the "Troi", and the "Bashir". Two of these kind had departed the Home, it discovered. 8472 "squinted". Even the unreadable one was still background linked with "Janeway's" Mind. Her current heartfelt was still angry at him for his harming her Home and technology. IT learned general concepts of their cultures, languages, and those beliefs held dearest to each of them. Right down to their personalities and state of health. All of their "scents" and heartfelts became intimately known as Core to IT. Now, it KNEW and SAW. Intellectually, 8472 realized that it was becoming more and more likely that these peoples actually could help IT go back home. 8472 "spoke" ::I understand you, ship person. The "Spot" person is no longer required to "speak" for I. We have heartmerged, all of us. We are together in the now. Let us talk about how to gain freeness for our two Homes.:: The captain smiled. The worst was over. Now things could proceed for the better for once. Next to her, Seven went relaxed but guarded at the "voice" painting itself in her head. :: IT is remarkably Borg-like.:: she admitted to herself. Spot started calling IT kin-ling, inviting IT to help wash his fur in friendship bond. 8472's HOME sounded in celebration through the hull. Even Tuvok actually felt wonder. Then the EMH shattered it all. "Hmm. Will you all stop staring at each other like star crossed lovers and see to recalibrating my image enhancers? I'm no good to anyone Lilliputian size." The captain shook awake. "Doctor? Ah, yes, soon. We've got a solid contact grounded with Species 8472. I'll have B'Elana check you over as soon as p--" 8472 interrupted and apoligized for IT's HOME's dimensional effect on the EMH, stating that nothing could alter the change until HOME demerged from Voyager. "Oh," the captain said, "In that case, meet us on the bridge." she told him. "I have a lot of questions for Q." Janeway turned all business and started conferring with 8472 about whether or not Voyager's shields were needed while she was inside of HOME. The party made their way to topdeck. ----------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Picture of a glowing pod ship in orbit, 8472's HOME around a red sun. ************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Elementary , My dear Watson.... Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2000 12:41:47 GMT From: "niels van elzakker" IN TANDEM communication WITH "myron ojala" via MSN Messenger.. Dr. Bashir began to look around the corridor. All too soon, he had a clue. He smelled the metallic odor of something very wrong. It was the odor of human blood. He entered an area near what appeared to be a cargo bay. The lights were dim. Julian squinted as the tang grew sharper. Then he saw many unmoving bodies. And a lot more blood. It was everywhere. Julian shivered. He knelt, examining the corpses, one by one.They had not died well. Meanwhile, nestled inside the silent shuttle bay, in the grounded Counselor Troi's shuttle ... something stirred... The air seemed thick with anticipation the very fabrics of space and time seemed to come alive for just a split second when (someone) appeared .. Lieutenant Commander Data looked around in curiosity and wondered if the coordinates of the transporter were misaligned and had put him in the wrong place. Closer inspection though, revealed that that he was in the right place. But everything around him wasn't where it should be.. ::Where was the counselor? She should be here too....:: Then he found grisly findings. Bashir pulled out his tricorder again. He ran it over the still forms in the corridor.They were all human and very recently killed. Though it was far too late to save any of them. Retrospectively, Julian realized that all of their wounds appeared to have been inflicted with a very sharp object. It had to have been a very large weapon. He grew alarmed. ::The killer...He may not have gone very far.:: He stood, studying the grotesque signs around him. Then he saw it. The blood's trailing lace, left dripping from the carried weapon, lead to the launching bay.... Data turned and walked to the aft shuttle controls to try and see if he could get a good bearing of his position and to see if he could reach the Enterprise at all. The only ship in range was a federation ship of unknown class he saw surrounding him through the front windows??! ::I am in a shuttle bay!:: the android realized. He pushed a few buttons in a flurry. But the mystery ship and her crew did not respond to his hails however.. Bashir entered the silent bay.. All the shuttles there were encased in glowing gold filaments. His eyes widened. ::Aliens! On Voyager?:: Maybe the ship has been taken over, and the crew, resisting, had been killed as a result. Bashir frowned. ::But all of them? Dead?:: He didn't think so. It seemed like every disaster had at least some survivors surviving somewhere. He started searching for signs of life once more. When Data quickly left the shuttle for the openess of the docking bay, he was in ready for anything. A strange glow was surrounding the Counselor's shuttle and the other strange shuttles present in the bay .. ::Curious:: thought Data. Dr. Bashir followed the blood trail to its end and found a still active transporter pad. The killer had beamed off ship into space according to the computer screen still displaying function in front of him. Julian heard a noise from across the deck; a clattering. It echoed and reechoed. Movement caught his attention and he looked toward one spot. Data turned to see a very small (appearing) man just beside the transporter pad.. "Hello?" Bashir began, rising from a protective crouch. He hoped that he hadn't found the beserker responsible for the deaths in the hallway. He could barely see the other figure in the glow of the filaments. ::I wish I had a torch..:: The android needed no such lighting assistance. Data cocked his head to the side a bit. He knew this man .... He-- The recognition was mutual. Dr. Bashir peered more closely. Yes, he was now very certain. The gold eyes and skin and matching uniform could only mean,... "Commander Data?" Julian asked uncertainly. "Ah yes, Bashir, Julian, chief medical officer aboard DS9." Data walked forward to get better bearings on his surroundings. "Doctor," he began, " I seemed to have ended up in the wrong place. Can you tell me were I am?" "It appears we are on the USS Voyager. However, all of this, escapes me." He indicated the filaments tethering all of the shuttlecraft to their moorings and the sickening smell of carnage surrounding them. "Where did you come from?" Bashir asked. He couldn't help but feel a little suspicious of the android. "I noticed all of these screens are on a security lock out from the bridge." Julian said suddenly. " I wanted to find out who has just used this transporter. I think the killer left that way. The weapon's blood trail ends there." "What is this killing you are talking about?" Data asked innocently. "Out in the hallway, I've discovered dead crewman. They have been killed by a weapon with blades of some kind. I 've only been on this ship a short time. I thought I was running a holoprogram." Bashir said, sidestepping the issue to gain more information. He was not disappointed. "A holoprogram..and you are sure that is not what we are in now .. maybe it is still running..." the gold eyes blinked. "This is real without a doubt. Look at my readings." Bashir showed him the tricorder. "Hmmmmm" Data said, "I was a board the Enterprise, about to be transported to that shuttle over there... Counselor Troi was also to be with me and several others... (But everyone on board is now dead.)" "Have you located her?" the doctor wanted to know. The android moved closer to the console to see its panel readout in more detail. "No not yet .. I think we better get to the bridge and find out what is going on, don't you agree? " Bashir wondered again about any survivors. Obviously, this Data was blameless. ::If she was still alive,...:: he realized. ::She might be somewhere with the surviving crew.:: "Data, going to the bridge is a very good idea. But shouldn't we get ourselves armed or something first?" "That would be a sound idea. Let's see. There should be weapons around this corner by the tactical console..." Data moved over a few meters. Doctor Bashir became lost in thought. He wondered if his own combadge would work to search for survivors. Data looked up. He offered the same idea. "Have you tried hailing someone?" simultaneously. Julian smiled at the irony. "I have tried hailing my commander. There has been no reply.The computer's database doesn't recognize him at all." He had a new thought. "Who is in command of Voyager anyway? We could call for him.." he surmised. "(Having seen all the evidence,) I would concur that we are not on DS9 or even on the Enterprise for that matter. And we would call on a she, not a he, Dr. Bashir. She is Captain Janeway if I'm correct." Bashir and Data carefully stepped around the blood and finally found phasers underneath the aft tactical console. They each took one. Experimenting again, Data tried to portage his neural interface with the computer's auxillary port to get at the ship's database, in an attempt to find any communications bands.. or a route to the bridge. The computer panel refused Data's tinkering. The screen went dark.. #You are unauthorized to access these records.# the computer voice stated. #Surveillance Mode has been initiated.# Data recreated a wry face. "I believe the correct expression here would be, not all ways lead to Rome, if I am not mistaken .." he guessed. Bashir smiled grimly, "At least we know now that someone is alive somewhere on board. Surveillance mode activates only after a live voice command." He shrugged diffidently, "Computer, contact Captain Janeway via my combadge. Open a channel here, please." Data started up, "That might not work, Deep Space Nine comm frequencies are--" #Comm channel open... # the computer said suddenly.... Data and Dr. Bashir looked at each other with equally raised eyebrows. ******************************************************************** END WEEK SIX-- PART 2 RECAP 03-22-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) WEEK SEVEN RECAP 03-29-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ******************************************************** From: "Frederic Hanson" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] My Little Friend Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2000 20:56:41 CST Neelix knelt and gave his little friend a warm hug. ::The little thing must have had an awful scare, and who was Seven to simply abandon the child in the hands of a holographic doctor?:: He thought as he brought Naomi out to arms length to look her over. "Are you hurt little one?" He asked her with genuine concern in his voice. She shook her head in response. "Well good, I would hate to think of anything happening to you in all this mess" Neelix stood up and looking around, tried to decide what he should do next. He decided the bridge was the most appropriate place to go. Anyone having survived this disaster would surely go there, and report to the captain. He turned to Naomi and said "We're going to take a little walk to the bridge my little friend, and have a nice chat with the captain, and that other friend of yours, Seven of Nine" With that, he took her hand in his and they made their way happily to the bridge. **************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Come out come out where ever you are........ Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2000 21:40:25 CST Seven was still in shock as she removed her helmet, the shock of almost hitting the captain, her friend was nearly overwhelming. Still, after listening to Tuvok's logic, combined with what the captain had said about 8472 not being an enemy, she had calmed down considerably. As she, Janeway, Tuvok, the doctor, the creature, and Spot all made their way to the bridge, she couldn't help but wonder if she should indeed trust this creature. It was after all, her only real enemy, it was however, young, therefore, less of a threat. She would bide her time, and make her decision later. She couldn't understand, how she was linked, she knew the creature had something to do with it, but she could not reason why. :: I do not feel comfortable with this situation, I can not read it's thoughts, only emotions. IRRELEVANT! In a situation like this, emotions had little meaning. Only thought, communication, strategy, and defence were important:: Seven was becoming angered by the situation. Strangers aboard the ship, over half the crew missing, unknown technologies, damaged repaired flawlessly, and all seemingly without reason. :: This is not only irritating, it is also quite confusing:: As the odd group arrived at the bridge, there was no sign of anyone. Not Q, not the security officer she had left to guard him, not even a trace of life (human or otherwise). Seven took out her tricorder and scanned for anything unusual. "Captain, it would appear that the security officer I left was killed, and I am detecting traces of high level phaser blasts. It would stand to reason that Q had a hand in this" Seven said as she continued scanning their vicinity. She certainly found no trace of him now. No anomalies, no fluctuations, nothing. Seven knew what she should concentrate her efforts on. Finding Q, she thought that if she found him, nearly all her questions would be answered. **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The starless realm........ Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2000 10:38:39 PST The air on the bridge was fetid with ozone when all arrived. Q had escaped the level ten containment field. He was no where in sight. ::Figures:: Janeway thought.::I wonder where to?:: The inches high EMH appeared in Chakotay's chair, standing on one armrest. (It was the only way he could see..) Janeway gave him a sidelong glance that contained a barely concealed grin as she made her way to the center seat and sat down. Spot tried to join her but was shooed off gently.. He complained drifting around the helm station in figure eights. "Computer, status report." Seven made her way to Harry's ops station, the 8472 took a position on the main deck in front of the viewscreen, Tuvok took his usual science station and started checking and cross checking the ship's systems.. He soon discovered the strange non-anomaly on the hanger deck. The computer finally answered the captain, #All ship's functions are nominal. Shields are down. Surveillance mode is activated. Two shuttle transponders are missing on flightdeck..# Seven spoke up, "Computer, Identify missing craft." #Missing frequencies are the Sacajaweja and the Delta Flier. Anomolous since 0417 hundred.# ::That explains where Q has gone. But who has taken the second shuttlecraft?:: Kathryn surmised. Tuvok spoke up, "Captain, Jadzia Dax is no longer on board." "See if you can locate her signal anywhere. I'm going to look for Q's course." She began entering algorithms on her armside terminal. ::He could've have gone far.:: Seven reiterated a suscipion aloud... >There was no sign of the security officer she had left >to guard Q, not even a trace of life (human or otherwise). Seven took out >her tricorder and scanned for anything unusual. > >"Captain, it would appear that the security officer I left was >killed, and I am detecting traces of high level phaser blasts. It would >stand to reason >that Q had a hand in this" Seven said as she continued >scanning their vicinity. All trace of the captain's lighter mood vanished. This was unspeakable. In all of her dealings and in all of the reports she had ever read on Q; he had never killed a ship's crewman before. Her voice didn't hide her shock. "When? .. No, wait on that.. See if you can get any details on the REST of the crew. I want to start getting some answers. Obtain their status and report back to me as soon as possible. Activate main viewer. Put our forward angle, dead ahead, onscreen." 8472 allowed her technology to reveal the outside through HOME's shell. ::I sees through yours in the now, "captain".:: No stars remained.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image- The viewscreen gaping into a purple morass spiral without the comforting stars... Audio- "Computer, I need a wider angle." (from Janeway) ....*BLEEP* *********************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Paris makes his way to the bridge Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2000 21:24:49 -0600 Paris sits up on his bio-bed feeling slightly better. :: I better get to the bridge, what's going on?:: Lt. Paris grabs a phaser and heads to the bridge. **************************************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] To the bridge.. Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2000 10:26:47 GMT Naomi was happy, she had found her friend. She and Nelix went to the bridge. The captain would be there, and maybe even 7. "nelix? where were you? why havn't you been here before? I was looking for you and 7, i couldn't find anybody. It was weird, the ship was shaking so much. I fell, 7 took me to sickbay and left me there. then i went to find her, and this big icky looking monster was running down the hallway, and it was carrying somthing. " she was quiet as they stepped on the bridge. she wasn't usualy supposed to be there, without the capatains ok. she looked out onto the bridge as the doors shut, and she saw it. "nelix! that's it thats the monster Look out captain! she watched the captain turn around, but she didn't look afraid. why? she should have shot it. she wouldn't want something like that on thier bridge. naomi yelled as nelix pushed his way in front of her, to protect her. ****************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Thicker than Regalian stew!! Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2000 02:38:22 PST The computer suddenly chimed, jarring everyone out of mid thought. It was the sound of a communications hail by remote com. It came from Kathryn's badge. "Janeway here." A startled voice issued from the overhead speaker, " Captain Janew-- ah, this is hard to explain.. ah.." "Who's on this channel? Identify yourself." she ordered. Before the stranger's reply, the turbolift doors opened. There was a screech of a child's voice.. >"nelix! that's it thats the monster Look out captain! Janeway saw the Wildman child and a very well Mr. Neelix ducking behind the aft stations. They were reacting to 8472 she then realized. "It's all right. It's not here to hurt us in any way. Quite the opposite, in fact. Naomi, Neelix,.. meet" she paused to recall her memories for a moment, "The speaker, it's a new "ambassador" to Voyager, for lack of a better word. With its' help, we just may find our way out of this rough weather we've been having." Seven spoke up, "I am confirming a new temporal pattern aboard. Two, in fact. They are originating from the main shuttle bay. One human, one,.. .. I am not certain with any accuracy. This second one is registering as having a cybernetic construction of some kind. This energy signature appears to be of Federation origin." "Federation origin? What's next? An envoy from Starfleet headquarters?" she turned her attention to the combadge caller. "We have you surrounded. " she nodded to Tuvok who threw up a security field around the new arrivals where they stood. She tossed her head at Seven to go intercept the strangers' position with a gesture. Seven left the bridge. "Now. Start talking." Janeway waited for the mysterious voice to answer through the open frequency...... ************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Pilot error......... Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 04:38:41 SCT 'patti keiper' IN TANDEM COMMUNICATION WITH 'cassidy meyers' VIA voyagerliveaction CHAT ROOM The open comm fizzled into static on the far end.. the frequency wasn't sustainable through the newcomer's out of date combadge. ::Great!:: she thought sarcastically. Kathryn wasn't going to hear anything from the mysterious man until Seven got down there to the shuttle bay directly to route things to the bridge. She sighed. Her head hurt, the alien bandage itched, and she was so tired.. A fog was getting thicker by the minute. 8472's mental support wasn't working anymore. ::I feels your night state, Otherthing. It wins soon.:: The EMH missed none of this. By his records, the captain had gone without treatment or sleep for almost thirty six hours. It no longer mattered that he was under a foot tall. Programming was programming. "Captain, you're going to have to rest, soon." "Not now, doctor." Kathryn rubbed her eyes. "I've almost got a lock on Q's ion trail and I have two intruders to deal with..." Right then, the turbolift doors snapped open. Lientenant Paris rushed onto the bridge.. --Paris see's the Species 8427 standingg in --front of the view screen. --"Look out captain!" --He ducks down behind Kim's station, hhis phaser pointed at the alien. Janeway turned around in her chair. "Tom! Stand down! It's all right. This is a Speaker, a strictly CIVILIAN ...8472!! It's helping us find our way out of this part of space." She watched him appear from the aft station. Tuvok merely raised an eyebrow, saying nothing. --Seeing that it is not going to eat hiim, the Captain, Tuvok, Nelix, ---or Naomi He stands up. --"What's going on?" He inquires. "Not much at the moment thankfully." the captain muttered. "Take your station." Tom afforded one last uncertain look at 8472. He put away the phaser under Harry's terminal, securing it by the weapons clip mounted there. --Then he heads over to the helm to seee if the engines are working. Kathryn announced, "Mr. Paris. All ship's functions are nominal. However, there is one anomolous reading from the shuttle bay. A Q shaped non sensor ghost. We cannot determine its origin. Please see what you can find out about the phenomena and whether or not propulsion is effected. I am routing information to you now." Tom afforded the feline stretched in his chair one slight pause before he gingerly pushed him off. Spot protested with a meow.. "Aye, captain." ::I am not even going to ask:: he thought. Naomi grinned, and Neelix just shrugged. Spot began to circle 8472. Spot thought, ::Ship is better. Why?:: :: I heals Otherthing's technology.., "Spot" person. All Otherminds here are hunting lost, as you. We works a journey to be free of the bad things attacking ship.:: IT straightened, fixing all the telepathic peoples IT could feel, Tuvok, Troi, Kira, and the link in Janeway and Seven. The distant Othermind who had harmed "Janeway's" Home blocked ITS' speak. ::I knows of a place and new Otherminds. I would takes us there. HOME'S shell covers Home in teeth against the bad things. We go?:: Janeway considered the purple morass funneling on the viewscreen. She spoke aloud. "Does this," she punched up Q's ion trail onto the forward viewscreen. "Lead to these Otherminds?" 8472 tilted a limb, conferring with ITS' ship, ::Yesss. The infant Home "Delta Flier" scents close.:: Tom Paris was startled at her question from nowhere. He was not yet aware of 8472's telepathic link. He thought the question was to himself. "Captain?" Tuvok explained it to him. Tom whistled through his teeth, turning back to work on his display terminal.. Janeway sighed, "I'm not going anywhere until I know this ship is one hundred percent from stem to stern. Tuvok, run a full diagnostic on all ship's functions. Neelix, please stay here with Naomi for the moment. Seven's dealing with two intruders at the moment below decks." Tom, keep me posted on any finding on that glitch." Unexplicably, Kathryn wove in her seat, almost blacking out. She caught herself by the armrest. She wasn't aware of the momentary slip. ::"Janeway" is darkened:: 8472 said suddenly. IT was not concerned. Neelix sat down near Janeway in the co chair. He reached out, "Captain?" It took a long moment for her to look at him, "Hmmm? Sorry, I was just thinking about something." The Talaxian tossed a head significantly at the EMH on Chakotay's chair arm. The EMH spoke, "I give you one hour, captain. Then you need to be treated with some rest." Janeway started to protest... The EMH was firm. "One hour. That's an order." Naomi crossed her arms sternly without saying anything, in full agreement with the Doctor. Kathryn raised both eyebrows, "Understood. One hour." Then she chuckled once, seeing the child's firm stare. ::Speaker:: she thought. ::Take us to this Otherplace. You may be right. Otherminds are needed to gain freedom here.:: 8472 told HOME to go to the Red Star... --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Janeway and Neelix sit in the center area. Neelix is concerned over the captain's ill health. ************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Annoyances Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2000 18:49:28 -0600 Q was woken out of his doze as the delta flyer dropped out of warp near the red giant and the planet encircling it. He keyed in the appropriate information into the flyer's odd shaped control panel, noticing that another shuttle from Voyager was on an intercept route. Q secretly hoped that Voyager stayed put. He didn't want to, on some level, seem malicious, but he had to make sure Voyager stayed where it was...he wasn't certain the crew that he had a hand in assembling for this mission was ready to land on the planet and learn the truth about this situation. He looked at wonder as the nameless planet came into view on the screen. He had never seen any atmosphere so tumultuous. His powers were of little use to him now as he made landing preparations. He didn't need any distractions now. He shuddered with fear, not at the planet's atmosphere, but what he knew was potentially on the surface...a threat to not only the Q Continuum, but the entire fabric of time and space. Q jerked up quickly. He sensed another presence aboard the Flyer. "Identify Yourself," he shouted. **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Paris takes the helm Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 11:22:11 -0600 --Kathryn announced, "Mr. Paris. All shhip's functions are nominal. However, --there is one anamolous reading from the shuttle bay. A Q shaped non sensor --ghost. We cannot determine its origin. Please see what you can find out --about the phenomena and whether or not propulsion is effected. I am routing --information to you now." --Tom afforded the feline stretched in his chair one slight pause before he --gingerly pushed him off. Spot protested with a meow.. "Scanning the anamoly captain" Paris hits a few buttons on at his station. "We can get impulse captain, but the warp engines seem to be off line. I don't think we should go anywhere until we know what we're actually inside." **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Changing of the guard.... Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 10:34:34 PST 'myron ojala' IN TANDEM >communication WITH 'patti keiper' > > >Suddenly, a forcefield surrounded Dr. Bashir and Data >just a few meters away from the turbolift. > > Data tested the field with his hand. The energy curtain >repulsed his contact. > > Julian threw up his hands. "Pity that Miles isn't here to >enjoy this with us." > > Data looked at him, "You know Chief O'Brien?" > > Dr. Bashir grinned, "Miles regularly loses his shirt in >our dart games at Quark's." > > Before Data could comment, they heard the swish of >opening turbolift bulkheads. Both officers turned toward the >armed approaching figure. > > It was a woman. What first stood out were her implants. > >Dr. Bashir said, "Those have borg technology, there, >in your eye and hand... It seems you have us at a slight >disadvantage, ,... Miss..." > >Seven said, "My designation is irrevelent. The captain wants >to see you immediately. Say nothing. Follow me." > >Seven deactivated the forcefield and jerked her phaser muzzle >toward the turboshaft. Data and Dr. Bashir went ahead of >the strange woman who seemed to be part robotic and part >human. Soon they were on their way. > >----------------------------------------------------------------------- > > On the bridge of the unfamiliar starship, Julian surveyed >the situation. Both his and Data's attention was captured >by a lifeform that Bashir had never encountered before in >his life. Before he could inquire, a stern voice from the >center seat addressed both of them. A smallish woman >in red and black turned to face Data and Bashir. > > "You've met Seven, one of my crewmen. You are on the >Starship Voyager. I am Captain Janeway... and you are..." >she prompted. Her face was almost as red as her hair, >flushed and fevered. > > Julian noticed the captain appeared to be suffering from >systemic fatigue. Bashir politely replied, "Captain, I am >Doctor Julian Bashir on assignment to Deep Base Nine. >My companion is Commander Data of the Starship >Enterprise. Why don't you sit back down again? You >look like you've been through quite a lot." > >"You should listen to this man." said a baritone voice. >"If you won't take it from me, take it from a doctor >your own size." the EMH scoffed. > >Julian looked around to see where that scathing remark >came from, following the captain's gaze. >Bashir's eyes widened in astonishment at a tiny figure >wearing Starfleet medical blue perched on the first >officer's chair armrest.. ::Is this their EMH or am I >suddenly Gulliver?.:: > >Data moved to his side with an equal expression >of curiosity. Neither one noticed a dark skinned >Vulcan cover them with a weapon and a diagnostic tricorder. > >"Tuvok, " Janeway began... Data and Bashir then noticed the >security officer next to Seven studying them. > >"They are quite harmless. They are who they say they are." >Tuvok replied. "Unarmed as well." > >Janeway felt a stab of weakness and sank back down into her >seat. > > Not to be deterred, Dr. Bashir stepped forward and >asked, "When was the last time you were seen by your >ship's physician, captain?" > >"It's been too long. " the EMH answered loudly. > > Julian noticed another alien with a child near Janeway. One >with spots. The other had a neat row of horns down her >forehead. They seemed to be worried as well. > >At the same time, Data took to looking at the 8472 and then >saw Spot. Spot launched himself into the android's arms, >purring loudly.... ::My person!:: the cat thought. , ::You're >here.:: > >Data looked almost embarrassed. "My pet." he explained. > >Then a strange nausea gripped and Janeway suddenly >felt unwell. She addressed the blond helm officer at the conn. > >"Tom, take the conn.. " She gripped >the armrests tightly... She couldn't fight much longer.. >She felt everyone regarding her as if at a distance.. ::Not now!>8472. Must:: >She looked up, >"Tuvok? You are linked with the Speaker, sorry for this >command decision but stay with it...." The bridge swam >before her eyes.. Kathryn could barely voice her next words. >"Computer... transfer all commands codes >to Lieutenenant Paris, Janeway Pi Alpha Three.....Implem-- >hhhh...." > >#Command transfer accepted# the computer replied. > >Kathryn let the world go... >She pitched foward with a groan, falling... > >Dr. Bashir lunged forward, caught her and eased her >onto the deck. She was out cold and pale, totally limp. >Her breaths were raspy and strained, even with her >head tilted back. Julian took off her overheating jacket >to ease her difficulty in breathing. > >The EMH jumped down beside them, "I figured this >would happen. Between alien telepathic contact and >concussive injuries, I'm surprised she stayed awake >this long. Dr. Bashir, you are familiar with medkits. I believe >there is one behind the tactical console." > >Seven went and got one, giving it to Naomi to pass down > to the center flooring. > >Naomi moved. The 8472 >trembled in stress at the scene unfolding. >In a calm, adult-like manner, the child knelt next >to the captain and opened it. > > The EMH glanced at Dr. Bashir, somewhat ironically. >"Guess what? You're my hands now. See what you can do." > >Dr. Bashir checked Janeway's coratid pulse. It was strong but >thready. Her breathing was labored but now easier without >the confining collar. Her pupils were reactive to light and >even, "There's no sign of concussion in spite of this head >wound. I'd say it was cumulative exhaustion.. Is there >a place we could move her? We should get her to sickbay >right away." > >The EMH concurred, nodding. "Certainly, >Tuvok, beam the three of us to sickbay. " > >Paris interrupted, way ahead of Tuvok.. >"I can't transfer you, Doc." to the EMH he said. >"The targeting emitters are having problems.. " > >Dr. Bashir grunted in impatience and grabbed >the doll sized EMH and parked him on a shoulder, >"Try now." he said to Tuvok and Paris... > >Sparkles marialized around Bashir, Janeway and the EMH. > And then they were gone... > > >It was only then that Tom Paris realized the full implication of the captain's last order.. > ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments ) Image : A serious Bashir head shot. Image : The Holodoc attends to his captain unconscious from cumulative exhaustion. Image : A stunned, frowning Tom Paris rubs a chin as he faces his first time in the BIG chair... ************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Fwd: Changing of the guard.... Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 14:08:55 -0600 >It was only then that Tom Paris realized the full >implication of the captain's last order.. ::Great, first the warp drive won't work, then the captain puts me in command.:: Paris pauses a minute after Bashir, Janeway, and the Doc beam to sickbay. "Tuvok, enlighten me, what are we inside, and how can we get out of it?" He walks over and sits down in the captains chair. "We need to find the Flier" **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Changing of the guard.... Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 14:48:42 -0600 > >It was only then that Tom Paris realized the full >>implication of the captain's last order.. > >::Great, first the warp drive won't work, then the captain puts me in >command.:: > >Paris pauses a minute after Bashir, Janeway, and the Doc beam to sickbay. > >"Tuvok, enlighten me, what are we inside, and how can we get out of it?" >He walks over and sits down in the captains chair. "We need to find the Flier" Paris glances over at the Android holding his cat. "Do you by any chance know how to operate the sensors?" He points to Kim's station. "We could use your help finding out what exactly we are up against." **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Night visitors..... Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2000 03:21:34 PST It was quiet and hushed in the medical bay except for the soft tones of the medical sensors set on audio passive mode. Close by his new patient's head, Dr. Bashir studied Kathryn's face carefully. Somehow, first hand examination seemed far better grounded in practicality than the myriad of reports displaying from the electronic gadgets surrounding him; even though they told him exactly the same things. The Voyager captain was now relaxed in wave field induced sleep; the diagnostic biobed scanner over her torso had been retracted hours ago once she had been stabilized and brought out of her faint. ::So like Sisko:: he coughed gently in his throat, ::So like any captain I've EVER known...Once more into the fray and damn your own personal state of health for the sake of your all important crew:: He chuckled at that fact's universitility. The EMH spoke up from the office alcove where he was perched on top of eight medical journals. Their height was high enough for him to be able to read a computer terminal set on voice activated library mode, "I'm sorry. Did you say something, Dr. Bashir?" "Nothing important. Just musing about our patient here." Julian surmised.. "She's registering stable." The EMH retorted. "Good. Keep me posted. I am still researching our diagnoses in the Database." Bashir nodded understanding. They were all alone. All of the afflicted crew had recovered and had been released to their own quarters under medical surveillance via combadge scan with the exception of the Counselor from the Enterprise. Troi was still unresponsive even though she was free of any medications. Bashir had discovered one peculiar corollation so far. It concerned Kathryn's latest CT scans. Her brain functions and morphology were now mirroring Troi's. Both were showing signs of elevated seratonin and dopamine levels consistent with the byproducts of telepathic overload... This unfortunate side effect was NOT explained by the Speaker's presence or activities at all. 8472 was blameless. Julian studied Janeway's readings on the overhead once more and drew another blood sample. She had not so much as moved a muscle since her collapse on the bridge. Lactic acid could explain such a condition but that had been thoroughly neutralized with oxygen therapy. No trace of the acid remained in her tissues to explain the paralysis. With her muscles out to lunch, no doubt her subconscious was in overdrive in the REM state, making up for her tremendous need of sleep. Sedated, she was no longer in danger of having convulsions. But still, Bashir kept vigil over her. The nausea might return to cause complications if she became ill while somnolent. Kathryn was blissfully comfortable inside. She was happily muzzy and warm for the first time in a long time. Wonderful things were happening on the edge of her awareness. They blossomed to envelop her. Molly Malone was with her again! Her dear one was somehow only two weeks old and as irresistably adorable as only an Irish Setter puppy could be. Kathryn's eyes blurred tears in joy and contentment. She cradled Molly in her arms, smelling the warm, buttered popcorn scent in her belly fur. Molly mewled softly at her touch and snuggled closer to her mistress' cheek. Suddenly, Janeway was whisked away into the bright sky with Leonardo Di Vinci at her side. They were high up and flying in a craft of his own design! Kathryn laughed in delight as he did at the cleverness of his own discovery. The craft ascended..... Sand grated under her palms and she was nose to nose with a mossy log. The salty scent of the sea surrounded her as Kathryn lost herself in those gentle, wise eyes once again. Her animal guide was paying her a personal call..... Bashir startled from his doze at a quiet warble from Janeway's overhead monitor. A motor reflex had been detected. He waved the lights higher. If she had gotten sick, she would need his assistance.. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he leaned close to her head to see what had changed in her condition. The captain made a quiet noise in her throat and she smiled slightly, the corners of her mouth upturning.. Bashir blinked.. She was dreaming!! "Captain?" he asked near an ear. Kathryn sighed again and rolled over on her side, shifting to a more comfortable position in blissfully normal sleep. It was finally all right. This captain was back on the road to recovery.... Julian stretched and got up from his chair, his joints creaking. He afforded Janeway one last check on his tricorder before he moved on to do the same for the counselor. The EMH could take over any surveillance now, remotely.. For himself, a beckoning cot awaited him in the next room... Satisfied with his patients' progress, he dimmed the lights in the ward, leaving them alone to their dreams. Deep down beyond rest, one image shattered Kathryn's inner peace. Her gecko spirit guide fled... Kathryn then "saw" its fleeting perception before it vanished into the grass..... It was herself, exposed to open space on the bridge, locked in the icy, airless embrace of death........ A part of herself began to scream... --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Janeway lying on a biobed, unconscious and bleeding with a wave inducer component on her forehead. Image : Janeway snuggling a very young Irish Setter puppy. Image : Janeway and Leonardo Di Vinci aloft in a hang glider. Image : Janeway nose to nose with her spirit guide gecko. Image : Janeway's frozen corpse on a dark, silent bridge. **************************************************************************** From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: [voyagerliveaction] In our darkest our we will prevail Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2000 05:59:49 -0800 (PST) >"Everett, Katan" wrote: >It was only then that Tom Paris realized the full >implication of the captain's last order.. > ::Great, first the warp drive won't work, then the captain puts me in > command.:: > Paris pauses a minute after Bashir, Janeway, and the Doc beam to sickbay. > "Tuvok, enlighten me, what are we inside, and how can we get out of it?" > He walks over and sits down in the captains chair. "We need to find the Flier" We are inside some form of temporal distortian and cannot escape by normal means. The crew you see around you is comprised of different crews from different timelines. Meaning we have crew here that really doesn`t belong like the doctor and commander Data over here. Data looks up and says That assumption is correct as according to my internal timecalculators there are poeple here that in my timeline would have been much older as they are here. Might i also ad that time itsself is offset by .2 seconds. Time progresses just a bit faster here for some reason. Tuvok continues Q whom i presume you have heard of brought us here because he is trapped here like we are. As of yet we have found know way to get out of this anomaly nor do we have any clues to this end. I would agree we need to find Q and thus the fleir, species 8472 has already set course to a nearby planet of sorts, where the ships ion trail seems to lead to. I suggest we prepare ourselfs for what lies ahead and assemble the away team as we probab;y will need to be going to the surface to find outwhat is going on . Data interupts. Sensor scan complete sir, from what they gathered we are inside soem kind of loop though the loop isslef isn`t stable, we are encountering several temporal waves oddly enough ad random intervals. Each wave growing stronger in intensity if we continue in our current heading. Data Looks at Paris and Tuvok asif waiting for a response of soem kind **************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Sun, 02 Apr 2000 02:09:40 SCT 8472 let go ITS hold of Otherthing. Her darkness was no longer supressible, most Otherthings were confined to diurnal cycles, IT knew. IT would just have to wait for "Janeway" to come back to the now. There was something else in her Mind. The distant one had put it there from before. Otherthing's Mind was Otherplace, in a not-quite dimension. ::Whatis it's? A dreaming?:: IT marveled. ::Is "Q"-ness?:: IT did not know how this was so. This Home-hurt identity was no longer tasting as close, just the infant HOME "Flier's" scent trailing on the ether. The blond one stood, "Paris" as the new leader thing of "Janeway's" Home. IT saw how he watched Otherthing and the two Med Minds disappear from the bridge. ::I cannot "hears" this Mind:: 8472 wondered. IT focused on "Tuvok" vocalings. -- I suggest we prepare ourselfs for whhat lies ahead and assemble the away team as we probab;y will need to be going to the surface to find out what is going on . -- Data interupts. -- Sensor scan compllete sir, from what they gathered we are inside soem kind of -- loop though the loop isslef isn`t stable, we are encountering several temporal -- waves oddly enough ad random intervals. Each wave growing stronger in -- intensity if we continue in our current heading. 8472 "reached" outside of ITS HOME's eyes. It was true. The badthings were strengthening. There was only one thing left to do. It had to take "Janeway's" technology and Home to a small sea IT remembered to escape the obstacle. ::"Tuvok" Mind,:: 8472 told it. ::I's can FIX the rough way. I's knows of a safe place that still goes to Infant Home scent. Lagooning is GOOD there. I takes us now.:: 8472 "opened" and summoned the sea before Voyager's bow. The living ship held her securely inside of its belly. HOME sounded in recognition of the safe Otherplace. This one it knew from before. 8472 gave the command for transference. A portal opened and HOME disgorged Voyager out of its mouth into it. The computer came online, #Voyager is no longer moored. Holding impulse stationing.# ::"Tuvok", This Way-To-Go is Two weeks of your time long. It goes to the infant Home's scent end. We go.:: Tom didn't quite understand what he saw on the screen ahead of him. Tuvok seemed to be calm enough as the event unfolded. The Vulcan thought, ::Two weeks at impulse. That is sufficient for the moment.:: It would allow the crew time to rest and for the bridge crew to come up with a plan of action for what lay ahead at their destination. The viewscreen image cleared. They were inside a vast, peach colored sea of fluid. The living ship was gone. Voyager was on her own. And completely alone. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : A great wormhole portal opening up in inky neon colors.. Image : Voyager floating free inside a peach colored sea. ************************************************************************** END WEEK SEVEN RECAP 04-01-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) WEEK EIGHT RECAP 04-02-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ******************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2000 20:10:45 -0600 >The viewscreen image cleared. They were inside a vast, >peach colored sea of fluid. The living ship was gone. >Voyager was on her own. And completely alone. Tom relaxes the grip the captains chair. "ok, can someone explain to me what just happened?" Paris stands up and walks closer to the view-screen, staying far away from the 8472. "Data, can you locate the delta flier? I'd like to retrieve it." **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2000 23:16:26 PST > >Tom relaxes the grip the captains chair. >"ok, can someone explain to be what just happened?" "I can, Tom." said a familiar voice. It was B'Elanna Torres fresh from engineering. She left the turbolift she had arrived on. "The second I heard your order for impulse only I transferred my main station to the bridge. I figured something was up." She held up a data padd transcribed from the computer logs and active bridge monitors. She blinked a few times at Tom sitting in the captain's chair. "Tom, you're in command...." Paris just rolled his eyes and threw up a whatever gesture, "Just lucky I guess." She put a hand at her mouth, barely suppressing a chortle. "It's just funny actually seeing you there. Usually Harry gets all of my flack about assuming bridge night duty. " Her expression sobered, "I just heard about the captain... And then about this, .. this,.." she afforded the 8472 a cautious glance. "speaker...thing.., " She reiterated at Tom's glare for her to be polite.. "And...for..its' help it gave all of us so far." She reluctantly gave it eye contact, "No offense, ah....Thank you, sir ah ,..maam,..being? Quite frankly, the ship was a mess. We're indebted to you.. " B'Elanna then noticed Data at tactical with the red tabby encircling his feet, "I see you found your friend..." She didn't deign to ask how the android had arrived on board. She really didn't want to know, remembering K'Ehleyr's unexpected arrival.. She motioned Seven and Tom closer. "I think I know where we are. This is Fluidic Space, where all 8472 come from, only instead of this being its normal vast dimension, this particular pocket is only twenty light years or so across. It should protect us from the temporal waves well enough.. On a separate note, I found out from the computer that we have a strange subspace null scan zone on the hanger deck. I would advise to avoid warp travel until we've isolated its cause.." she shook her head, "Wait a minute.. You must know about that already or you would'n't've sent the impulse only order.. Sorry, guys,... I've been really busy, I'm slipping like any second rate pat'tagh now.." B'Elanna noticed the ion trail glowing in the sea on the viewscreen. "We're after him, right. Good, I'd like to kick his omnipotent butt all the way back to the Continuum for what he has done to us. Tom, I know the Yacht is so much scrap titanium but where's the Delta Flier now? We could use her for spare dilithium crystals." She moved nearer to Tuvok and activated her station's board to calibrate bridge navigational readings,.."We've got impulse. She's responsive to 400,000 kph." The 8472 turned toward the viewscreen to navigate their course. It conveyed information directly to Tuvok via its' link the way they should head next.. Tuvok nodded in answer. >Paris stands up and walks closer to the view-screen, staying far away >from the 8472. >"Data, can you locate the delta flier? I'd like to retrieve it." **************************************************************************** From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] Annoyances Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2000 15:00:52 -0500 > Q jerked up quickly. He sensed another presence aboard the > Flyer. "Identify Yourself," > he shouted. :Damn: she thought, along with a handful of other curses in several other languages. :The armband is working at its full capacity, and yet he can still find me: Deciding it was better not to waste the energy and effort it took to remain in one small place and to not be identified, K'Ehleyr hit the tiny button on the side of her armband, effectively shutting down the field around her. "I am K'Ehleyr," she said in answer to the being's question. "And I was simply trying to get the hell off of that ship." She paused, setting down the case she had been carrying with her. "Since you blasted through a few bulkheads to get out of there, I'm assuiming you had the same idea. Maybe I can be of assistance?" "Curious," the being said, pacing in a half circle around her as he sized her up. "Whatever would I need with your help?" K'Ehleyr lightly tapped the case with the side of her foot. "I have the latest maps of this system and those around it, plus a power conversion coil from Voyager. With a few modifications, it would have enough energy to last for a long time to come." "And why should I believe that your intentions are true? Why would a Klingon mutt side with me over a ship full of humans and other lesser beings?" "We need to get out of this time rift, this 'Temporal Carousal', right? I plan on doing that, and helping the Federation ship get out as well. I simply plan on helping myself in the process, " the woman smiled. "Intriguing," Q paused with a slight smile playing on his lips. "Explain." "There's a couple ways for Voyager to get out of the time rift and back into their own timeline. Thing is, if I'm on board there's a good chance I won't survive the process. I was transported here after I was supposed to be dead. Whatever brought me here healed me in the process. If I go back to my own timeline, I fear that gift will be taken away." She watched for a reaction, but found none. :Damn, this Q guy is annoying: "Of course, there's also the theory that the good Dr. Crusher from the Enterprise tried to heal me but thought she failed. I was declared dead and sent off for burial. All Klingon physiology is redudant - we have more things in us than we knoow what to do with. Maybe it was my own systems that kicked in and brought me back to supposed life before I was brought here. It happened with Worf before, so why not me? Regardless, I am dead in my own time. Life has gone on without me and done so very well. I feel no need to go back. Oh, I have the strong Klingon survival instincts, that's for certain, but I want to live now, in this time, and no other." Q listened to her explanations without a word. K'Ehleyr raised a wry eyebrow with a crooked smile. "No use in taking chances of dying for nothing, right? I'm alive now, and plan to keep things that way. I guess the only question now is: How do you feel about a traveling companion?" As if to emphasize her wont to stay, she pulled out her small hand phaser and pointed it at the case. If Q tried to do anything to her, she would have that split second of time she needed to push the button, effectively destroying any and all information that could have been of use to him. She waited for his reply. **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2000 20:06:43 -0500 >The 8472 turned torward the viewscreen to navigate their course. It conveyed >information directly to Tuvok via its' link the way they should head next.. >Tuvok nodded in answer. Paris walked back to the captains chair and sat down. "Data, can you get a sensor lock on the flier?" "Seven, I'd like you to go down to the hangerbay and check out the temporal anomaly, see if you can eliminate it." **************************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] An Alliance is Forged Date: Mon, 03 Apr 2000 20:36:37 -0500 >As if to emphasize her wont to stay, she pulled out her small hand phaser >and pointed it at the case. If Q tried to do anything to her, she would >have that split second of time she needed to push the button, effectively >destroying any and all information that could have been of use to him. She >waited for his reply. Q smirked as he gave K'Ehleyr a once over. "Are you sure you don't have any Romulan blood mixed in with that Klingon and Human coursing through your veins? Self preservation is a very admireable trait," he laughed, "I applaud you, although I don't know what Worf ever saw in you." Q glanced at the controls in front of him, displayed on the console. He motioned for K'Ehleyr to sit down, "I don't suppose you can land one of these things safely can you? And while your at it, install that power converter and put that phaser down for Kahless sake" The Delta Flyer shook gently as it began it's final approach into the planet's turbulant atmosphere. "I hope there's some information on the eddy's of this planet's storms in that container. I can survive this flyer breaking apart ::at least I think I can:: but you, on the other hand..." K'Ehleyr glanced down at the console, still holding her phaser at the ready. "Someone is hailing us," she stated calmly, "In a shuttle that's from Voyager!" **************************************************************************** From: 'niels' Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2000 01:27:00 -0700 (PDT) >>>The 8472 turned torward the viewscreen to navigate their course. It conveyed >>>information directly to Tuvok via its' link the way they should head next.. >>>Tuvok nodded in answer. >>Paris walked back to the captains chair and sat down. "Data, can you >>get a sensor lock on the flier?" Not yet sir however based on the ion trail we are following icould plot a corse for a sensor probe and send it to follow the trail that way we can triple our sensor range and we should be able to even get a sensor lock within huors if my calculations are correct. Data **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2000 07:07:53 -0500 >>>The 8472 turned torward the viewscreen to navigate their course. It >>>conveyed information directly to Tuvok via its' link the way they should >>> head next.. >>> >>>Tuvok nodded in answer. >> Paris walked back to the captains chair and sat down. "Data, can you >> get a sensor lock on the flier?" > Not yet sir however based on the ion trail we are following icould plot a > corse for a sensor probe and send it to follow the trail that way we can > triple our sensor range and we should be able to even get a sensor lock > within huors if my calculations are correct. "Send out a probe data, I'd like to know what we're up against before we get there." **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Housecalls and mirages...... Date: Tue, 04 Apr 2000 10:07:50 PDT It had been ten minutes since the EMH got an updated reading on the captain. Her consciousness state had improved, moving from unresponsive to one of heavy sleep. That was progress. It must have seemed so to Bashir as well for he had left Janeway's side to catch up on lost sleep shortly thereafter. There only remained a full precautionary cerebral scan to be done on her. The tiny holodoc verbally set the computer to implement the task. He himself jumped down from the stack of medical journals, walking slowly across his office desk. He hopscotched onto a padd, activating it with both feet. Information on reconfiguring his own holomatrix blossomed into view. The letters appeared three feet high to the shrunken EMH but his program dutifully coped with the problem. ::Now, to restore my original parameters:: He verbally requested an open channel to the Chief Engineer. "Sickbay to B'Elanna Torres" The computer relayed, =^=Torres here. How's the captain?=^= "Improving, although we're going to have to keep her sedated for a while as a precaution." the holodoc added. =^=What the diagnosis? Tom said she collapsed suddenly...=^= B'Elanna's voice didn't hide her concern very well behind a business like facade. "Dr. Bashir and I are working on that. Cumulative exhaustion wasn't the only cause. At first, I thought our purple friend up there had something to do with it. Induced telepathy usually never sits well with psi-null species like humans. But 8472's speech processes do not fit in that risky category at all. I've learned that It works with extra dimensional sensory adaptations that function beyond the areas of the brain which usually handle telepathic impressions when they come. The captain shows absolutely no signs of melding trauma. We've still some brain scans to perform to learn why she is suffering this particular set of symptoms. It could be a phenomena related to the extra dimensionality of the Carousel Coordinate. Remember, time is unstable here. Bridge logs showed Q talking about a nexus point similar to the one which claimed Captain Kirk of history. This nexus might erode our subconscious sense of identity while we are in this part of space to some degree. Just look at me.. According to the laws of physics here, I am manifesting elf size..." A chortle came over the comm, =^=You're what?. (laugh) I'll be right there. It shouldn't take too long to get your specs up to snuff.=^= "I'd appreciate the effort. Sickbay out." the doctor grumbled. A short time later, B'Elanna arrived. She noticed the captain and started over to her side promptly. "Harrumph" came a noise at her feet. B'Elanna looked down. It was the holodoc. He came only up to her ankle. She had very nearly stepped on him. "Sorry, doc. I didn't see you at first." She stooped and picked him up on one hand. "Hmmmmm, this is a problem. Looks like your imaging matrix is being effected somehow. Perhaps if I reconfig--" The EMH suddenly twitched and started "convulsing" in and out of a staticky nimbus. "Be-tt-e-r h--u--y, lieut---t!" he warned. ::Cascade failure. Hmmm. Perhaps if I run a diagnostic on your matrix using a biobed filter...:: B'Elanna hurried over to an empty bed and fired up the sensors on its board. She set him down on the pillow... The EMH felt "unwell". ::Impossible!:: he thought. He laid down, weaving like a drunken sailor. B'Elanna looked up from her bedside screen, "Internal sensors show nothing wrong with you, doc." The EMH went ballistic. "Nothing wrong! Just look at me, I can see eye to eye with, with, with... a cockroach presently. I-I... I Ah,..ah choo!!!!" he erupted in a huge sneeze that contorted his miniscule face. Both of them blinked in surprise. ::A cold?:: That wasn't a direct program modulation. It was something that someone had to write for the holomatrix mainframe in order to manifest live... Or was it? Just then, the computer came on, >#Voyager is no longer moored. Holding impulse stationing.# Unbeknowst to B'Elanna and the holodoc, HOME had released Voyager from its interior body cavity. With jerking cartoon-like expansions, the EMH grew to normal size. First a leg, then an arm,.. until finally, he was fully restored, although somewhat "rumpled". His face was damp with holosweat and he gasped, "How horrific." B'Elanna smirked, "So,.. it was the 8472 ship's dimensionality that caused your malfunctions.. Interesting...." "Not when you're the one living it..." the doctor coughed. "I feel like a landrover just ran over me..." B'Elanna punched a button. A cool, holographic towel materialized draped over his forehead. "This should help..." She left his bed and moved over to the captain's. Janeway was sleeping peacefully from what B'Elanna could see. Her features were relaxed and rested. Immediately, the half Klingon felt some of her tension ease... "Rest easy, captain. Tom and I will mind the store until you return...." she leaned down and put a hand on her shoulder. "Get better soon..." Kathryn didn't react to the contact. That started to make B'Elanna nervous.. Things weren't approaching normal yet, not by far.. She made her way to the exit, "Gotta get back to the bridge now,.." On the next bed, the doctor childishly remarked, "What about me? You can't leave me like this.. my matrix might crash again..." "Take two aspirin and call me in the morning....." came her reply. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Several hours later, the EMH was back to normal. He was making his rounds in the medical bay where the captain and the counselor lay. He had long ago tended to their wounds and assorted bruises. They were, physically, completely healed. Dr. Bashir was still snoring in the next room. The holodoc had decided to let him be for now. After all, the man had gone through no small trauma of his own in the cargo bay after his own strange out of time arrival. The EMH imagined that appearing ankle deep in carnage might have detrimental effects on someone even with medical training. And there might be temporal stress effects that needed to be buffered with his long rest.. Those bodies were all now in the morgue and all the decks at the site scoured by transporter beams. No trace of blood remained. There was a lot of work that needed to be done about them. However, the autopsies would have to wait.... until such time that the ship ever stood down from its current red alert status. An electronic tone sounded over the captain's bed. She was awakening.. The EMH hurried over and ran a tricorder scan. ::Hmm. Early trans-Bueller cortical waves. Strange.:: Kathryn opened her eyes, muzzily.. Her vision swam until she took in the doctor smiling widely at her. Everything was fine about him,.. his size, manner...... Right down to the gecko on his left shoulder.... ::?!??:: she thought. "D-Doctor..am I all-- all right?" she whispered. He rejoined, "For this stage in the game.. You're passing with flying colors." "Then why--" she broke off, startling at a moving lump under her bedsheets. She heard whimpers and a wet nose emerged from underneath. It was a red puppy... "Molly...." Janeway melted. She reached out and drew the tiny irish setter close into an embrace. "Oh, my little one..Where did you come from?" Her eyes teared in joy and simultaneous sadness.. "You shouldn't be here at all.. You should be with Mark and Phoeb--" "Captain,.." the doctor interrupted. He saw nothing at all next to her. She seemed to be cradling a bundle of air.. "Can you hear me?" Janeway looked up in warm emotional pain, "Yes.... Isn't it wonderful? I have her back.... Safe..." She paled and her eyes unfocused. Her vital signs slipped into a pre-coma plateau and she drifted off into unconsciousness once more.. ::Uh, oh.:: the EMH thought. ::Trouble in paradise.:: He summoned Dr. Bashir.. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Together they worked to revive Janeway into a wakeful state. But oddly, they were met with consequent failures. The captain would come to rambling about spirit guides and Molly only to slip back under a minute later... Bashir was very frustrated. During one episode she said,........... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: The EMH is dimension sick and tirades from a biobed... Audio: A harried, falsely cheerful Julian responds to a groggy Kathryn's hallucinatory observation.. Janeway : "I'm...alive......" Dr. Bashir : "No self diagnosis, please. I'm the doctor here." **************************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] An Alliance is Forged Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2000 14:01:14 -0500 %K'Ehleyr glanced down at the console, still holding her phaser at %the ready. "Someone is %hailing us," she stated calmly, "In a shuttle that's from Voyager!" Joran ran another hailing sequence as the small shuttle bucked and jerked under him. He was confident in his navagation abilities to make it through the various eddies that surrouned the planet that they were now aproaching rapidly. ::What in the...when did I become such a great pilot?:: Joran frowned and shook the thought away, concentrating on bringing the small shuttle into land. As the craft decended through the stratasphere Joran eased the reverse thrusters off and on to bring the craft slowly through into the atmosphere and down to the planet bellow. **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2000 17:54:35 -0500 Paris watched the view screen as the sensor probe hurdled off into the greenish peach goo (space if I am wrong). "Data, tell me when we get anything from the probe, I'll be in the captains ready room." He walked down and into the ready room, he stopped for a moment as the doors swished open. A minute later he was standing by the windows, watching the green goo (stars if I am wrong) fly by. ::I'm finally doing it, no chakotay around to restrain me, I'll prove to the captain I can handle command:: =^= "Data to Paris, we are receiving telemetry" =^= Paris rushed out of the ready room," yes, what have we got?" he walked up to the sensor station, a small solar system with one type M planet. A few hours later they entered the system.... **************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Breadcrumbs and a contact. Date: Thu, 06 Apr 2000 17:43:01 SCT >=^= "Data to Paris, we are receiving telemetry" =^= > >Paris rushed out of the ready room," yes, what have we got?" he >walked up to the sensor station, a small solar system with one type M >planet. > >A few hours later they entered the system.... The 8472 was restless.::This is rock chain of worlds, yess, in cold space. The Othermind scents here long ago and not now.:: It told "Seven" so in a telepathic message. ::The tiny home was here, yes, and landed. I scents trail of "Q". It is here no more in the now. Otherminds of new scents stronger.:: Seven startled.::Another race is on this planet ahead?:: 8472 shifted, ::Just Rock warrens, yesss. Peoples lives in ground. Peoples no scent there in the now. I release Home to leader "Paris" The viewscreen gave way to normal space as they left the harbor sea in Fluidic space. A planet lay below them. Scans indicated Q's trail had gone there and then had left after only a few days. Seven wondered why he had stopped here in the first place. The computer announced a development, #Detecting low level tetrion beam two point five kilometers below the surface.# ::8472,:: Seven asked, ::Is Q here now?:: The Speaker faced her, ::Not this Rock in the now. He scents as moving toward Otherplace, "two weeks" distant. :: Seven looked to Paris, "It would be an asset to investigate this world if Q has been here before." she said. 8472 suddenly writhed, ::AHH!! "Janeway" is hurts! Peoples energy beam hits Home in the now.. The "Tetrion" tooth bites!!:: There was an urgent call from sickbay. It was the EMH, =^=Doctor to the bridge. The captain is worse.. She was hallucinating a few minutes ago and is now in a coma. We can't wake her. What's going on up there? Captain Janeway is being seriously effected and we can't stop it!=^= *************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Breadcrumbs and a contact. Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 16:42:55 -0500 >Seven looked to Paris, "It would be an asset to investigate this world if Q >has been here before." she said. "Yes, I agree with you Seven, maybe we can find some clue as to why Q is headed this way." Paris pondered who to send on this mission, ::what if its dangerous down there? what if someone gets hurt?:: "Tuvok, you and Seven, B'elanna and ensign Herron will beam down to the planet, find out anything you can and be back up here in an hour." > > There was an urgent call from sickbay. It was the EMH, > >=^=Doctor to the bridge. The captain is worse.. She was hallucinating a few >minutes ago and is now in a coma. We can't wake her. What's going on up >there? Captain Janeway is being seriously effected and we >can't stop it!=^= Paris looked shocked at this news. =^= Paris to the Docter, we just entered an inhabited system, could whats going on on the planet be effecting her?"....... **************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] NOW WHAT?!!?!!?!!? Date: Fri, 07 Apr 2000 18:12:13 CDT Seven had just started to exit the bridge, when Lt. Paris snapped another order her way, now she was going on an away mission, to a planet that probably held no answers at all, and all while the captain lie unconscientious in the sick bay. ::I should be there with her:: she thought as she stopped in her tracks, waited for B'elana, Harron and Tuvok to catch up, then continued on her way to the transporter room. ::I do not think this is wise:: Seven thought to herself ::The surface has not yet been scanned for any lifesigns, I hardly doubt that the Delta Flyer is there, whats more, Lt. Paris seem concerned with nothing more than his home made ship:: Seven stopped in front of the turbo lift doors, as they slid open, she glanced at the group behind her, she was surprised that Tuvok had not raised any of these same concerns, he being just as logical as she is. B'elana seemed pre-occupied with the other matters at hand, ships systems unusual recovery most likely being top on her list. Although the arrival of the 2 new guests had been unexpected, Seven was almost glad they were here, she didn't doubt the EMH's ability to save the captain, however this Bashir seemed just as capable. Then there was Data, she didn't know what to make of him, here was a being who was more machine than herself, and at the same time in many ways was more human. An example, his "emotional" attachment to the wretched feline Spot. Making a snap decision, Seven pressed her com badge =^= Seven of Nine to Lt. Paris, request permission to stay on board=^= She waited for his response.... **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] NOW WHAT?!!?!!?!!? Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 18:22:15 -0500 =^=This is Paris=^= =^=Request permission to stay onboard=^= =^=Why would you want to stay on board Seven?.... Paris thought a moment, contemplateing his away mission. ::I guess it wouldn't hurt to keep Seven behind, Tuvok and B'elana could handle it fine:: =^=Permission granted, insted I'd like to check out the hanger bay Seven.=^= Paris sits back in the captains chair. **************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] a moment of puase Date: Fri, 07 Apr 2000 18:49:19 CDT ::The shuttle bay:: Seven thought to herself, if she had been anymore human she would have swore under her breath. =^= Lt. The shuttle bay has already been cleaned, scanned and any and all evidence has been either destroyed or removed what would my purpose be in going to the shuttle bay?=^= Seven was actually hoping to have a few spare moments to visit the sickbay and the doctor... **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] a moment of puase Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 22:01:26 -0500 >::The shuttle bay:: Seven thought to herself, if she had been anymore human >she would have swore under her breath. > >=^= Lt. The shuttle bay has already been cleaned, scanned and any and all >evidence has been either destroyed or removed what would my purpose be in >going to the shuttle bay?=^= > >Seven was actually hoping to have a few spare moments to visit the sickbaya >and the doctor... =^= There's saposed to be some sort of tempral rift down there, I might have heard B'lana wrong Seven =^= Paris thought a moment ::Do people under your command usually question your orders so often?:: He thought back to a few instances in his experience, he smiled knowingly. =^= Would you suggest something better I could have you do Seven? =^= **************************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] For the head is hollow and I have touched the Whaa?? Date: Sat, 08 Apr 2000 07:33:09 GMT In sickbay, Dr. Bashir looked up from Janeway's computer monitor, and said to the EMH, "This coma, I believe could somehow be caused by the tetrion beam emanating from the planet." "The effects of the tetrion particles, are unknown when it comes to how it effects the mind." it agreed. Bashir speculated, "Could the similarites between the conditions of both the captain and counselor Troi relate to the beam?" The comm crackled, someone on the bridge was getting really impatient. Julian tapped his combadge in reply and shouted, "Find a way to block it, now!" No one replied immediately. Things must've been a little hectic at the moment or they both would've gotten an answer back by now. Suddenly they heard a tone from the captain's biobed. Both the doctors noticed a marked improvement in her condition. The seratonin levels were returning to normal. She would soon return to consciousness momentarily. Julian Bashir added, "Is there any change in Counselor Troi's readings?" The EMH consulted his computer padd, "Yes. She's showing the same readings, however, because of her Betazoid physionomy, her return to consciousness will be slower than the captain's." The holodoc had just returned to Bashir's side when the captain slowly opened her eyes. "Captain, how are you feeling?" Julian asked. She looked up at the two doctors above her bed and said, "Cute gecko. Where did you get him?" The doctors both looked at each other in puzzlement. The EMH asked her, "Are you seeing things right now?" Bashir said, "Where are you seeing this gecko?" "Right there." Pointing to Julian's shoulder. Her eyes jumped over a meter, "Now he's on your shoulder, doctor." pointing in the EMH's direction.. The holodoc looked down in horror, "It's on me?" Bashir scanned that area with a med tricorder, "There's nothing there except your holographic field, doctor. Apparently, she's still hallucinating..." Kathryn tried to sit. The EMH restrained her and said, "Until I say otherwise, captain, you're not going anywhere." ______________________________________________________ (attachments) Image : Bashir at a terminal. Image : Beautiful spiral wave effect simulating the tetrion field.. *************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Will O' the Wisp..... Date: Sat, 08 Apr 2000 12:10:38 PDT On the bridge, B'Elanna watched with growing displeasure at Seven's attempt to subvert Tom's authoritative decision making territory. No doubt Seven had a valid point of some kind but sometimes, her nanobots and borg implants short circuited her tact meter.. She still had a long way to go to becoming fully human. Then B'Elanna double-taked. ::I see it but I don't believe it.. Tom's not blowing his top...:: >Paris thought a moment ::Do people under your command >usually question your orders so often?:: >He thought back to a few instances in his experience, he smiled knowingly. >=^= Would you suggest something better I could have >you do Seven? =^= B'Elanna's mouth dropped in astonishment. ::Oh, the blessed weight of command... Did those extra two pips actually mellowed you out oh, dearest one?:: she thought with a burst of affection for her significant other. ::I won't get involved in this one:: With an effort, she forced herself to study her readings on the tetrion beam displaying in spectrum base. It was registering in the psi range of 7.4 megajoules. And it was indeed coming from underneath the crust's surface. Inside what appeared to be a cavern. That would be one of the first places she would ask to check after beamdown. B'Elanna started running a seismic profile of the planet. Then a new communication came from the comm net, >=^=Doctor to the bridge. The captain is >worse.. She was hallucinating a few minutes ago and is now in a coma. We >can't wake her. What's going on up >there? Captain Janeway is being seriously effected and we can't stop it!=^= B'Elanna moved to investigate the problem swiftly."I should've considered the danger.. This energy beam got by the shields five minutes ago." Seven and B'Elanna frantically ran algorithm after algorithm into the shield harmonics... until finally.. the rotating effect muted the beam to only a fifteen percent penetration. >(In sickbay) Julian tapped his combadge in reply and >shouted, "Find a way to block it, now!" B'Elanna flipped on internal shields around sickbay to their highest force which, unfortunately, cut off any communication via the doctors' combadges. They would have to remember to hail using a hard wired terminal with any call in order to compensate for the block. The isolation field was spherical and ballooned outside of each sickbay bulkhead to a tricorder's eye. Everyone inside would have to site to site beam in order to leave the ward. She hoped things would reverse effects soon.. What B'Elanna really wanted was to hear from sickbay... >No one replied immediately. Things must've been a little >hectic at the moment or they both would've gotten an answer back by now. >Suddenly they heard a tone from the captain's biobed. Both the doctors noticed a marked improvement in (Janeway's) >condition. "Captain Paris," she said, "I've blocked over eighty percent of the tetrions. But communications will have to be manual into or out of sickbay. Air frequencies won't work. I have an open monitor channel linked into your side chair array if you'd like to see what's going on down there. " There was a lot of work to be done about a landing party. Surveying equipment to gather, personnel to notify in Supply to outfit them all, safety measures to plan. It was only a matter of when Paris wanted the investigation to take place. ::Maybe in the pre-mission briefing when we get our assignments, We'll learn more of what Paris needs to know.:: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- In sickbay, the EMH was relieved to see the captain awake. He moved to a side terminal. ::Ah, the tetrion emissions are down to fifteen percent. No doubt the bridge erected an isolation field around sickbay.:: He could sense it humming all around him. ::Quick thinking:: "Dr. Bashir, the bridge has isolated the medical bay. We're going to have to manually submit reports to the bridge while it is in place." Deftly, the EMH typed in the captain's status into a message screen and sent it to every station on the bridge, including to the captain's comm station. Paris would be able to read it with the touch of a button. He turned back to Janeway who was still staring at his shoulder. She looked up at them, "This gecko is my animal guide. Chakotay showed me her once on a vision quest. But how can I see her now? I am not using any trance inducer." She reached for the tiny sand colored lizard and it climbed onto her hand, watching her through light amber eyes "She seems so real." Janeway admitted to the doctors. Then it happened. The gecko "spoke" to everyone in the room. #:We who are lost greet you. From the time the Great Rend formed, I come to you now. Space craft, Mourn our destruction and heed the fate which befell us. Go seek the Learned Ones. They know the portal which leads to the Outside. Farewell.:# The eerie "message" was heard by everyone. Including the EMH. "Where did that come from?" It played itself out and began to repeat itself once more. Janeway sighed, "It's coming from the animal guide, don't you see her too?" Dr. Bashir tried something. He adjusted the band width frequency of his tricorder to emit a verteron field. He played it over Kathryn's hand.. A shimmery tan gecko materialized under the bluish glow.. It looked up at Julian as if in response. ::Remarkable:: he thought. ::This is some kind of animated message projected on psi frequencies. It has no holomatrix at all. It's acting sentient!!:: It was, most definitely, the cause of the captain's hallucinations. Then the ghostly playback message began to break up and the spirit gecko seemed to writhe under the verteron rays. It "squealed". Janeway gasped in joined pain as well. The gecko flicked out a tongue to her skin. Her pain ended as soon as it began and she went wide eyed in surprise. The strange gecko moved and jumped off onto the floor. "They're all gone. No Molly. No DiVinci. No spirit guide.. I'm free." the captain whispered. Julian followed the wraith, spotlighting its path with his improvised flashlight. The gecko melted through the doorway bulge of the isolation field out into the corridor beyond. There it MORPHED.. into Dr. Bashir.. and began playing back its repeating message as it continued down the hallway. Julian pressed into the field's wall, leaning out to see, "Wait!! Come back!!" The wraith was on its way to Deck One.. -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : A thoughtful Kathryn impacted by her experience with the psi transmission. Image : Julian in a bubbled doorway seeing his sentient doppleganger morphing. *********************************************************************** END RECAP WEEK EIGHT 04-09-2K WEEK NINE RECAP 04-02-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ******************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Captain's Personal Log Date: Sun, 09 Apr 2000 04:01:53 PDT Captain's Personal Log Stardate 040925.6 #The Doctors have examined me thoroughly and found me physically fit although it'll take a little longer to work through the emotional impact of my experience... *sigh* ..of all things, .. Geckos?!# #I am being assigned to my quarters for a little R&R until we reach Q's last known coordinates. I plan to catch up on reading, a little holoplay and a good game or two of velocity. Let's hope I don't get itchy feet and run up to the bridge at the slightest provocation.. I'll never hear the end of it.# ______________________________________________________ (attachments) Image: Sparkling Federation of Planets seal Image: The captain in front of her log terminal looking exasperated. Image: A gecko having lunch--animated.. ************************************************************************* From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: [voyagerliveaction] long ago but still today Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 00:21:23 -0700 (PDT) Tuvok often wondered why humans and in this case a klingon had the need to let emotions get in the way of facts. He could feel her anger towards Seven when she mentioned wanting to stay on board rather then going down to the planets surface. Love was such an irrational emotion, what surprised him however was that B`elanna did not act on her emotion. Seven however seemed oblivious to what was going on. He comtemplated for a moment stepping in cause logically speaking she did have a point, there was no real need for her to join them on this mission. 8472 was still present in his mind and Tuvok was beginning to feel the strain. He had been up for nearly 48 hours now and would require some sleep after this away mission. Both to regenerate his alertness and hiss state of mind. He wondered if he even could get to sleep with 8472 present in his mind. He was also curious as to what was on the planet that was seemingly so important. He turned to B`elanna as she was frantically remodulating the shield harmonics to block out the tetrion beam. When she had completed he asked her waht the readings she had from the planet could tell them right now. Tuvok: **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] One lump...or two? Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 22:53:54 PDT >From : 'patti keiper' TANDEM POST via TELEPHONE with 'amiee fielder' The heady peat scented fog surrounding the swamp wafted into the windows on the mansion's third floor. The night breeze softly ruffled Kathryn's skirts. She could smell the rich jasmine and pine through the lace curtains as she waited.. She smoothed down her burgundy velvet bustle and tamed a stray curl behind her pearled ear lobe... Then the black marble time clock struck precisely eight fifteen. A deep brassy chime resonated through the parlor. Prescilla and Stephan pranced through the door and straight to the tea table laid out before their governess. Kathryn approved of their conduct as they properly folded the tea napkins and bundled them into their laps.. "Good evening, governess." the freckled victorian boy greeted. Kathryn smiled at him, "Your lessons have concluded so soon?" "Yes, Governess. It was a short lesson tonight in the sciences. My sister and I have learned the nature and constituents of the four sulfur groups." Kathryn poured out the sweet tea in generous measures into each of the flowered cups presented her by eager hands, "Prescilla, can you recite these four sulfur groups for me?" "Yes, governess, I can." replied the small blond girl, her green hair bow bobbing vigorously. "Sulfate, Sulfide, Sulfuric and Sulfurous.. They present in both solid and liquid humours." Kathryn recited the same silently just one step ahead of her pupil. Then she beamed, "Very good, Cilla.. our alchemists use these four groups for reactions that aid metallurgy, medicinal practices, and soil fertilization. This tea we are drinking was grown with a sulfide compound, sodium sulfide from a powder form." Kathryn added. "But enough of lessons. What would you children like to do for your free time this evening? We have a half an hour before bedtime." The governess closed her eyes, savoring the rich perfume of the ginger tea in anticipation of their answer.. Their reply was different every evening.. Stephan piped up, "My sister and I have discussed this earlier.. We shall like to........" "Challenge you to a game of velocity.. at 01300. Rec deck." a new voice interrupted. Captain Janeway opened her eyes. It was Seven, thoroughly radiant in her deep emerald skirts and matching feather hat.. Both the children burst out laughing, "Auntie Siete' ! You're here! Did you remember our presents?" "Yes, please. For our birthdays? You can't have forgotten them in America.." "I have not forgotten, children. I have your gifts." She removed her cream colored gloves and reached into her satin satchel dangling from one wrist. "OOOoooo!" came the delighted reply at the appearance of two matching brass rimmed magnifying glasses. Bright red ribbon bows adorned both of their ivory handles in festive color. Stephan and Prescilla snatched up their gifts and fled the room. No doubt they wanted to try out their new toys with the library's many books and illustrations.. The captain laughed, "Nice touch, Seven. They'll be thoroughly mesmorized for days with those. Where did you get the idea to give them as presents?" Seven took off her plumed bonnet, "The Speckled Adder,. Sherloch Holmes, Volume Nine, Chapter Two, Page ninety, Paragraph three.." Janeway was totally struck in the funny bone by her response and spilled her tea all over the white linen table cloth.. Seven calmly handed her one of the departed children's napkins, "I don't understand what you find so amusing.." ::I don't know what Tom Paris thought was so amusing either when he granted my request to not join the away team on the surface.:: The captain mopped up the mess deftly.. "Seven.. I've been thinking.. Q seems to be part of a larger picture we're not seeing yet. First, he brings us people out of history, then he suffers his mysterious weakness episode, and then he steals our shuttlecraft." Kathryn bit her lip, "He is obviously leading us somewhere.. But why? I thought he wanted everyone to come up with a solution on a way OUT of this trap. Instead, he ventures deeper into it. And the counselor, somehow, she doesn't fit into all of this. Not the circumstances surrounding her arrival, or her current medical status..." Seven offered a reason "Perhaps Q has an alterior motive." Kathryn sighed and sank back into her armchair, "Nothing is ever clear about him.." she glowered. Seven raised an eyebrow, "From your dealings with Q in the past, what have you gathered about his current actions?" The captain stood, moving next to Seven, no longer in the mood for her holonovel. She ended the program before replying, "To tell you the truth, I have never seen this kind of action on his part before. I don't know what to think.. too much has happened already for me to consider anything clearly.." "It's 01100. You must be hungry, captain. Perhaps some food would help you think more clearly." Seven stepped toward the holo deck exit, "I hear Neelix has prepared some Ioulo Root omelets. Lieutenant Heron consumed three this morning. He has survived the ordeal." "Sound endorsement and plan." Janeway said ruefully. "Give me ten minutes to change out of these. I give YOU five." Seven frowned, "I only require three minutes to assemble the proper attire." ----------------------------------------------------------------- ::What th--!!:: Janeway thought. A column of thick greasy smoke fountained ceilingward from the general vicinity of Neelix's cooking Galley. "Why have the fire suppression systems not activated?" Seven wondered. Janeway quipped, "Maybe they're used to it." She bravely grabbed a tray.. "Are you going to join me?" she asked, biting into an apple. "If only to ensure you follow doctor's orders, yes." she replied, securing a second tray. Both diners made their way over to Neelix's banquet line. Neither could think of anything to say yet to the creatively cooking shadow behind the smoke. "How about moving that velocity game up to 01200 instead, hmmm?" Janeway suggested. ______________________________________________________ (attachments) Image: Seven faces an exuberant Neelix in the Galley. Image: Neelix whips up an omelet for his onlookers. Image: Janeway contemplates eating another Neelix concoction and gets a headache considering it. ************************************************************************* From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] (unknown) Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2000 06:38:39 -0500 Tom motioned B'ellana, Tuvok, and Herron into his briefing room. He sat down in the chair at the head of the table. "ok, you three will beam down to the surface, locate the location of the tetrion beam" Tom got up, spun himself around the chair, and leaned on it. "Then you are going to try to get whom ever to go down there to turn it off, its making the captain see things, so its got to stop." "If you incounter any sort of resistance youre not required to use force to complete your mission" "Dismissed" Tom started to walk out of the room with anyone else. "Oh, one last thing, if you find any sign of Q down there, be sure to inform me." They all piled out of the room. ******************************************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: All hell bent to get there... Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2000 00:17:44 PDT B'Elanna intercepted Tom as he strode back to the center command area.. "Tom,.. I understand you want to run tight ship for the captain but I have more information to impart.. I have the results of the planetological surveys you wanted to know about; .. Well, .. seismically, we'll have no trouble. The tetrion beam is subterranean and is in a breathable atmosphere in a cavern... I have no indications yet of Q's involvement here but take a look at this.." The engineer handed Paris a schematic displaying on a data padd. The ion trace which led us here is not from the Delta Flier but from one of her escape pods.. Q never landed on the planet at all. My guess , is that he fired off the pod to throw off the tetrion beam emission targeting scanners. He probably was never hit by the beams.. Currently, we are experiencing some fluctuations on the subparticulate matter stream in the tetrion emission. Sir, it's nature has changed somehow. I can't explain it.." Just then, a simultaneous typed message from Paris's message comm flashed an urgent warning.. #Intruder en route to bridge. Drop containment in sickbay# from Dr. Bashir. Before Tom could react, the turbolift doors opened.. Dr. Bashir seemed to walk onto the bridge.. Cautiously, Tuvok and Paris drew their phasers.. ::How could he be here and send this message?:: Tom thought.. looking down at the screen.. Then Bashir "spoke" > #:We who are lost greet you. From the time the > Great Rend formed, I come to you now. Space craft, > Mourn our destruction and heed the fate which befell us. Go > seek the Learned Ones. They know the portal which leads > to the Outside. Farewell.:# The voice was NOT human but mechanized in some fashion... B'Elanna had had enough.. "Tom! Cover me!" She fired a warning shot toward the figure.. And was lanced backwards by her own phaser stun richocchet.. She fell, stunned.. In response,.. the Bashir figure stopped its playback and morphed back into the tan gecko.. #No hurt to you!!# The tiny lizard curled into a ball and froze that way.. Exterior sensors showed the continuation of the beams bathing of Voyager from the outside.. But the effect was fading rapidly.. and was soon gone as quickly as it came.. Seven beamed B'Elanna to sickbay,.. typing ahead of time to tell of her imminent arrival there.. "I am beaming B'Elanna to safety, captain!!" Tom, covered the gecko, too, with a phaser muzzle. ::Rebounded energy? That thing was NOT attacking us..it was just an accident. Is it a beacon of some kind?:: He moved to protect the ship... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: A stunned B'Elanna getting treated on a biobed. Image: Voyager is awash in a rapidly disappearing blue tetrion stream.. **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Mouser!! Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2000 15:16:19 PDT An instant after the psi message doppleganger rendered itself inert, Spot leaped into action.. ::Hungry now.:: The red tabby pinned the balled up gecko with two paws and lofted it up in his teeth, the limp lizard dangling from its mouth. Data started to say to his pet that the creature was not flesh and blood when it happened.. Spot yowled in frustration when the gecko's body dissolved into a pile of isolinear crystal chips that rained onto the carpeting in golden sparkles that blew in a mysterious wind. The fragments disappeared from view. #Tetrion emission has terminated.# the computer announced. As an afterthought, Tuvok scanned the area of carpet in front of Spot, "There is no residue present. It was never truly here." he surmised. Theories as to its purpose began to form in his head. Spot purred urgently in hunger and proceeded to weave in and out of Data's legs. Even the 8472 rumbled in sympathy. There was no more danger, Voyager was safe for the moment.. ------------------------------------------------------------------ In the mess hall, Seven had finished eating. So had the captain. She was as good as her mental word and had not contacted the bridge at the cessation of the tetrion field around her ship. She had confidence in Tom and the ability of the remaining bridge crew to keep things secure and safe.. She had read Tom's order for the away mission to the planet's surface and was up to date. He was going to send Tuvok and B'Elanna on a survey of the cavern where the tetrion beam had originated from. She wasn't convinced that Q had even been involved in that respect. Her little scaley spirit guide visitor had felt too genuinely distressed to be from his doings at all. She smiled.. Soon, the sortie mission for clues would begin planetside and then they would be off in pursuit of Q once more; and after the Klingon K'Ehleyr and that odd Dax as well. Kathryn's smile faded. This Dax was a mass murderer of the worst kind. Some of her crew was dead as a result of this Trill. Shaking her head, she looked at Seven to see if it was time for their velocity game yet... B'Elanna Torres showed up from the banquet line looking a little sheepish as she gripped her tray. She started eating one of Neelix's omelet's without saying a word. Janeway caught her nonverbal mood. "B'Elanna, What's the matter? You look a little phaser stunned..." Torres slammed down her tray in irritation and a little embarrassement, "Did Tuvok tell you about that?! Back on the bridge, I just got caught with my britches down, that's all. I'm fine.. The doctor's just cleared me and sent me down for some f--" She noticed Janeway's puzzled glance. And Seven's. ::Uh Oh. I think I just put my foot into my mouth:: Torres reasoned with a groan. "Wait a minute. B'Elanna I was referring to your mood. Did something happen that I don't know about? " the captain asked. "I'll say." B'Elanna scowled, "Your little "friend" bounced a phaser bolt back at me when I fired a warning shot at it. That's the ...last thing I remembered until I woke up in sickbay." Seven raised both eyebrows without saying a word. Janeway buried her rejoiner in a mug of coffee. She took a long swallow and then carefully chose her next words.. "I see... Is Tom still sending you on that away mission next hour?" "Don't know yet. I haven't heard from him since the docs woke me up." the engineer admitted, "I plan on heading back to the bridge as soon as I finish eating.. Captain, aren't you going to go up there as well?" Janeway sighed, "Can't. Against BOTH doctor's orders. Seven here is making sure I follow them.. But it's only until we are on Q's trail again in five more days. Then the doctors feel that my synapses will have stabilized to normal levels. As it is. I can no longer feel the 8472's presence at all. It is a symptom of the psi message's last hold on me. I tell you, B'Elanna. I'd give anything to go up there and snoop around. Just keep me posted, huh? Discreetly. Tom doesn't need me looking over his shoulder at every move.." B'Elanna grinned from ear to ear, "Yes, maam. I'll do that." She grabbed her now empty tray from the table top, rising, "Oh, and captain. Don't worry about the cat.. He's been very careful not to sharpen his claws on your chair..." Seven even smiled as Janeway nearly spit out her mouthful of coffee. Torres left smartly for the mess hall exit.. When she had gone, Kathryn turned to Seven and said,...... --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Audio : Janeway-- "Oh, what I wouldn't give for a few Borg cubes right about now. Anything for a little distraction." ****************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: It seems like we are going to die today Jim... Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2000 15:14:47 -0700 (PDT) > >"Enterprise! Enterprise!" Captain Kirk flips his > >tricorder. > >A puff of smoke comes from the console and Mr. Spock > >pulls away, "Captain we have no shield capablity and > >communications are completely down." > >Captain Kirk closes his tricorder and looks at > >Spock,"Everything seems to be completely gone. The > >only thing that we have is life support." > >Then there is another blast and Kirk falls to the ground. > >"Captain the only logical assumption is that we are > >going to die. One more blast from the Klingons and it > >will wipe us out." > > > >As Spocks states this grim fact and shooting stops > >outside. A quietness captured the ship and the > space > >was no longer plagued by the Klingon ships. They did not know they where no longer in the 22nd century or even that they were wisked away from the Enterprise...They would soon be faced with their future... ************************************************************ From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] On the People's Rock.. Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2000 11:06:56 SCT 8472 tasted the scents on the Rock beneath its feet. Home(Voyager) had sent the otherthings "B'Elana" , and "Tuvok" to the surface of the world in a sparkling transporter. The Speaker had followed using the living ship's will because it had a mystery on ITS mind. ::I no hears the technology "mind-speak". The Peoples on Home did. And I hears "Janeway" no longer. I knows not why it is. The long ago peoples of this Rock have otherknowledge I seeks. I go.:: And so IT did. Right alongside the away mission that the Leaderman had ordered to be. The "B'Elana" looked at her tricorder scan. "The emission originated from that cave opening, Tuvok. It is still registering as breathable air down there. It's safe." 8472 also tasted the truth of it. The air was good enough for the Peoples. 8472 saw the orange sky and was struck with homesickness for ITS sea place outside of the Carousel Coordinate trap IT found itself inside. IT knew that finding the way out could only be successful if IT cooperated with the Peoples on Home orbiting above them. And with these here with IT now. "Tuvok" was weary in his mind. ::MINDspeak with I's tires that Otherthing. "Tuvok", I's sees harm to you's. Do you's want I to silence us now?:: B'Elana moved toward the cavern entrance and found shattered machinery of an advanced alloy strewn there. She scanned it. "These are very old. Almost as old as the organic traces of the people who once lived here. Around two millenia in age I suspect." Tuvok agreed, thinking about what 8472 had asked while the three of them entered the cave system. "I concur. Please proceed us, lieutenant." B'Elana nodded, figuring out that Tuvok was dealing with 8472 in some way at the moment. She did not mind taking over until Tuvok was ready to do so. The air was cool and dusty with eeiry lilac phosphorescence lining the walls from veinations in the bedrock strata all around them. There was no other sign of energy traces at all. Except for the fading signature from the self terminated tetrion beam ghosting on her tricorder. An hour later, the away team found the source. It was a metallic pylon in burnished blue metal black standing about twenty meters high in a domed chamber deep inside the cave. It was now silent, its tetrion field non functioning, surrounded by the dust of the dead. It was set to detect any ship who entered its solar system. Close analysis of everything there by the away team revealed that the Originators of the tetrion based beacon had only had enough time to set up the psi message warning as a guide for other travelers before a time wave storm struck the planet's ionosphere. There were indications of a mass evacuation, hastily bundled belongings and abandoned components. It was clear that those who did not act fast enough perished. And it became all the more apparent that these shattered individuals knew who caused the disaster of the Carousel Coordinate trap. They had left this psi message array to direct others to the ones responsible.. Voyager's answers lay elsewhere. "B'Elana" straightened and got a concluding nod from "Tuvok" IT saw. "Voyager, Beam us up. We've learned all we can here. I'm afraid we've reached a dead end." Tuvok and Torres sparkled into beams that glinted off of the burnished wall of the pylon as they vanished. 8472 followed of ITS own accord, deep in thought. ::This Rock is trailess. I's seeks with the Home's peoples still.:: IT wondered what the leaderman would say about all of this. ::The "Tom" will not be hunting happy:: IT surmised. **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] On the People's Rock.. Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2000 07:57:25 -0500 Tom awaited the away team on the bridge, hoping they had found something useful down there. "Ensign, set course to Q's last known coordinates, and engage." When the away team got to the bridge Tom motioned them into the briefing room. They all sat down. "well, what did you find?" B'elana spoke up "Nothing much Tom, only the remnants of an ancient civilization, something bad happend down there a very long time ago." "Ensign Herron, any comment?" said Tom "No sir..... wish we could have stayed longer though, that tetrion generator looked very advanced, we could have gained valuable knowledge about this ancient species." "Well, that about sums it up, thanks for going down there. Dismissed" Tom went back out to the bridge. ************************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: It seems like we are going to die today Jim... Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2000 10:08:18 -0700 (PDT) Kirk gets up from the floor and he looks at Spock, "What just happened?" "Captain the Klingon ships have just disappeared." Spock raises his brow and he opens his mouth agian, "I see why the Klingons have retreated so quickly" Kirk leans over and looks out the shuttles window...what does he see before him?? A huge ship builted in Earth Federation style...It was beautiful and the curves made Kirk wipe the drowl from the sides of his lips. He was speechless. Spock spoke up, "I believe Captian this ship could pass as a Federation ship. But, this ship is larger then any ship I have seen in the Federation and it looks very advance...But, without the proper equipment I can not make a logical assumption." Kirk doesnt take his eyes off the ship. "I believe it is a Federation ship Mr. Spock but, it is not our Federation." Spock lifts his brow, "I guess that could be an explanation." then he looks around and sees that there is a planet that the ship is orbiting..."Captian there is a planet." Kirk smiles,"It orbits like a Federation ship..Well maybe we should contact this ship and they can explain why I lost my ship." Spock nods. Kirk looks at Spock,"I am glad I have my trusty tricorder, Mr. Spock." He flips open his tricorder and he turns on his Captains voice, "Federation ship! This is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise..and we need your assistance...We have no communications, our shields are gone, and we are floating aimlessly...We need your help..Can you read me??" ********************************************************* From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: It seems like we are going to die today Jim... Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2000 18:54:25 -0500 >Kirk looks at Spock,"I am glad I have my trusty >tricorder, Mr. Spock." He flips open his tricorder and >he turns on his Captains voice, "Federation ship! This >is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise..and >we need your assistance...We have no communications, >our shields are gone, and we are floating >aimlessly...We need your help..Can you read me??" > "Captain Paris" said Data "We're receiving an incoming transmission, it is on am ancient starfleet channel" Tom's eyes opened suddenly "What?" "We are receiving an incoming transmission sir" Tom sat up in his chair, ::a starfleet::. "uhh, put them through commander" >"Federation ship! This >is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise..and >we need your assistance...We have no communications, >our shields are gone, and we are floating aimlessly...We need your help..Can you read me??" "This is Ensign Paris, commanding the Federation starship Voyager" Tom stopped for a minute. ::Kirk, did I hear that right, he's dead, isn't he?:: "Data, can we get a visual on that?" Tom watched as the screen flickered on, he saw an antique shuttle, oddly shaped, and not aerodynamic at all. it was floating at an odd angle, it showed heavy damage. "Captain Kirk, did I hear you right? If I am not mistaken, aren't you....." Paris stopped once again ::maybe it would not be a good to inform a man of his own mortality at first meeting him:: "ehm, Voyager welcomes you, we'll tracter you into the shuttle bay." Paris stood up. "Tuvok, you have the bridge, Data, come with me" Tom and Data entered the terbolift. "Shuttle bay." ************************************************************************ From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Well fellows,.. meet your future..... Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2000 23:46:08 -0700 (PDT) > "This is Ensign Paris, commanding the Federation starship Voyager" > Tom stopped for a minute. ::Kirk, did I hear that right, he's dead, > isn't he?:: "Data, can we get a visual on that?" > Tom watched as the screen flickered on, he saw an > antique shuttle, > oddly shaped, and not aerodynamic at all. > it was floating at an odd angle, it showed heavy damage. > "Captain Kirk, did I hear you right? If I am not > mistaken, aren't you....." Kirk stands and he looks over to Spock..."they are Starfleet but, I did not know they left ensigns in command..." Kirk responds to Paris," Thank you, Ensign. We'll will be prepared to come aboard.." > Paris stopped once again ::maybe it would not be a > good to inform a man of his own mortality at first meeting him:: > "ehm, Voyager welcomes you, we'll tracter you into the shuttle bay." > Paris stood up. "Tuvok, you have the bridge, Data, come with me" > Tom and Data entered the terbolift. "Shuttle bay." Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock sitting as they are being pulled over to the Voyager..."it is a beautiful ship." "Yes Captian but, I would like to speak freakly with you?" Kirk smiles.."What is that Mr. Spock?" "We could be in grave danger Captain...This can be some ploy to get us aboard..." Kirk looks at Spock.."That is not logical Spock...With the looks of that ship...What benefit would they have taking us...They could have just blow us out of the sky?" Spock looks at his Captain..."hummm that is logical,Captian" "Well Spock...I have learned a few things from you." "Not enough I see." Spock raises his brow. Kirk burst out with laughter. "hummm" Spock makes a face. As the shuttle is pushed closer to Voyager they seem so small. A few moments after that..They are inside the ship...and they bump a bit as they land.. Kirk and Spock moved slowly to the door...and they had their weapons drawed just in case. And Spock of cource has his trusty tricorder out. When the door opens they see three men..One a young human male, another that looks white and dead and the other is Vulcan... Kirk and Spock exit the shuttle and they are in very old Starfleet uniforms. Spock in his blue Science Officer uniform with the puffed out pants and Kirk wearing a yellow shirt with the same style pants. Kirk does not look pass 35 and Spock the same. They approach the 3 men....... ************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Quite Logical Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2000 12:33:02 -0500 ***Starred entries are From: Naomi Gothe ***Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 12:13:44 -0700 (PDT) >They approach the 3 men....... > Tom approached the two starfleet officers out of the past. "Hello Gentlemen, I'm Ensign Paris of the federation starship Voyager, we welcome you aboard." Paris Extended a hand to Kirk, and shook it firmly. "This might seem a little strange for you, but your now in the 24th century in fluidic space. There has been a lot of strange things happening." **Kirk took Paris's hand.."I have seen lots of strange **things Ensign..It does not even feels to phase me **anymore.." **Spock salutes Tuvok. He turns his attention to Paris. Paris glances at Data. "He's from the enterprise E, which is a long way from here right now." **Captian Kirk extends his hand to Data.."Science **Officer?" Paris motioned them towards the door. "If you follow me I'll show you up to the bridge, we're approaching Q's location quickly" **"Q? What kinda race is that?" Captain Kirk makes a **face to Paris.."Is this race responsiable for the **disappearance of the Enterprise?" **Spock raises his brow..."Captian it is not the **Enterprise that has disappeared, it is us who **disappeared.." ------------------------------ A few minutes later they piled out of the terbo lift. Harry was at his station. "Data, take the helm." Tom walked down to the captain's chair and sat. He watched the view screen as the greenish orange goo oozed by. **Captian Kirk looks at the greenish orange goo...and **Spock observes Tuvok... ********************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Mano a Mano....(Hand to hand) Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2000 23:43:24 PDT From: "patti keiper" in TANDEM communication With: "amiee fielder" via TELEPHONE... The velocity disk rebounded off the far point zone near the court's gridded ceiling. Only Seven's quick phaser shot caught the whizzing disk before Janeway scored another point. Sweat pouring down her face, Janeway admitted, "Nice block. Get ready for this move." she puffed, pulling her copper athletic suit collar away from her throat. Kathryn's next winging shot spun the disk off angle directly at Seven's head. Seven dodged the disk and quickly fired her phaser in smooth reaction, "Noted. Your advance warning is unwarranted." Pinging electronically with each impact, the velocity disk careened off three point zones and headed toward the floor at Janeway's feet at high speed. "Whoa!" Kathryn gasped as she barely returned the disk off zone to Seven's end of the court grid, "What was that? Spiking is usually done in a volley ball game, Seven." she teased, "Not in velocity.." The brightly lit velocity room grid felt like a furnace to both players. Both were growing thirsty but neither the captain nor Seven were willing to admit to needing a break just yet..... "True, however. The maneuver is easily effective in this circumstance, wouldn't you agree?" Seven challenged. Kathryn hid a bark of laughter, but didn't reply. She didn't want to admit how nearly she had not blocked that last goal shot. Her eyes strayed toward the west point zone. Seven unknowingly glanced in the same direction. Then Kathryn shot backhanded, behind both of the two women without looking. The disk banked into a tricky riccochet and into the very edge of the out of bounds margin against the wall just to Seven's left, whizzing uncomfortably close to Seven's ear. "Ha!" the captain cried out as the disk flew hard. She wiped away an annoying strand of wet hair from her eyes, eagerly awaiting the response to her ploy. Seven moved, deftly shoving the captain out of her way so she could make the save... The disk never reached home. Neatly deflecting, Seven backhanded, like Janeway's last move, but ripped a spin into its trajectory.. The disk arrowed right for the captain's face like a knife. Janeway ducked and felt the disk's energy field snatch her bangs as she narrowed avoided eating it. "Seven! " she protested, "Headhunting now..huh? Why?... Getting a little fatigued are we?" Seven impatiently brushed aside a few strands of sweaty blond hair giving the captain a look that said it all, "I will not admit defeat." Janeway grinned like a hawk, "You're only two points behind. Get the lead out.. I'm just a weakling human fresh out of sickbay." she replied setting up a new shot. "Human. Species 276. " Seven voiced out loud, "Visual acuity fails them at speeds over 19 kilometers an hour." Seven's phaser whined and then the disk went ballistic. Janeway never even saw it hit a two point goal zone squarely in the center as it flew right past her in a blur. Seven didn't deign to smile, "You were saying, captain..." Kathryn's mouth flopped open in amazement but then she remembered to quickly close it, "Uh, huh....I ..ah. yeah. Good shot. Now.. it's a tie.." she grumbled. "Shall we say double or nothing this round?" The computer interrupted suddenly, #Impulse engines have gone offline. Ship is entering geosychronous orbit# Seven raised an eyebrow, "The doctor would be very disappointed in you, captain." she said, making her way to the players' bench, and her towel. "Really?" Janeway asked, following, her lead, "How so? All I did was put one itty bitty, tiny little flag on the bridge navigational terminal...." Kathryn shrugged, "To see...exactly when.. we... arrived ... so to speak." She wore a slightly guilty frown as she bit her lip at the confession. "You weren't intending to wait for "Captain" Paris's summons?" Janeway cleared her throat even as she dried it off with her towel, "Seven,.. " she laughingly chided, "Me? Jump the gun? Well,..maybe just a little." Kathryn admitted. "Shall we go? " They both headed for the exit. "Schedule a rematch. I'm really going to kick your butt next time. " She waved a finger in warning. "As you wish, captain,..Although I don't feel my "butt" is in much danger at all." Seven said evenly. They left for the changing area in haste. Both women felt the apprehension building onboard the ship. Who knew what they would find on Q's planet.. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Velocity disk right at us, with Seven below, firing a targeting phaser. Image : Janeway dodging a goal shot disk from Seven. Image : Seven, hair tousled and sweaty, addressing a towel hefting Kathryn. Image : Janeway in a velocity tunic listening to Seven. **************************************************************************** END WEEK NINE RECAP 04-23-2K WEEK TEN RECAP 04-23-2K (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) ************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: CONTACT..... Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2000 02:36:52 PDT **Starred items are From: Naomi Gothe **Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 12:45:01 -0700 (PDT) Captain Janeway was more than a little eager to get to the bottom of the whole situation of the Carousel Coordinate and Q's involvement and why he chose that particular scheme. He had obviously brought all of the temporal crew, those not indigenous to Voyager herself, for a reason. She wished the turbolift would move a little faster. Now it was the time to learn just what that reason was.. The psi message beacon was quite specific. ::Find the Learned Ones:: She wondered if the 8472's Otherminds contact memory was of these people. She hit her combadge, "Janeway to the Ensigns on Deck Six. Discontinue your repair assignment and meet me on the bridge. I want a complete report of the anomaly you've been investigating on the hanger deck. You've got five minutes.." She nodded at their mutual acknowledgement of her order. ::Come on:: she willed the lift doors... Seven beside her seemed just as anxious to be on with things. And they opened.. Captain Janeway stepped onto the upper deck above the command area. Seven followed. Kathryn started speaking without looking up right away, "Thank you Mr. Paris.. I relieve you. We have a lot of catching up t--" **Captian Kirk is standing next to Paris looking at the **view screen and Mr. Spock is watching Tuvok work.. **Mr. Spock walks over to Kirk and stands at his side **looking at the viewscreen... She stopped in her tracks....cold. "Captain Kirk?!" She gaped in surprise. "And you must be his first officer, Spock.." She approached them by Tom's position standing by the command chair, "Forgive me gentlemen,.. But it's not exactly everyday that you meet a living legend.. Or a pair of them." she chuckled, "I'm Kathryn Janeway of the Starship Voyager." **Captian Kirk smiles his charming smile.."It is a **pleasure..to meet the Captian of this beautiful ship" **He stops in his tracks to say a beautiful ship but, **::Also a beautiful captian.:: She shook Kirk's hand and returned Spock's Vulcan salute. "Glad to have you here. It's been a rough ride so far. You've been updated as to our status...?" She caught Tom's nod of affirmation. "Good." I'll surmise you've already met the rest of my crew here.. Mr. Paris, Tuvok, B'Elanna,.. and fellow time travelers like yourselves,.. **Kirk looks at B'Elanna feeling something strange about **her...He believes she can pass as a Klingon but, he **has never meet a Klingon woman. He nods to her... "Data, the Speaker, a future-time species, 8472,.. Here with me is Seven of Nine and ......Harry?!..." **Captian Kirk nods to Harry and he takes a long look at **Seven of Nine and smiles to himself taking a mental **note.. " ..You're recovered! " Janeway marveled. "Yes, Ma'am." he replied from his station at ops. She returned his warm smile. "Glad to have you back.. and glad to BE back." she said to all as she sat in the center seat. Tom ordered the computer to return command codes back over to Janeway and he took his place at the helm. Data stood respectfully by his side, holding a sleeping Spot in his arms. Kirk and Spock stood by Chakotay's chair and Tuvok remained at Science. B'Elanna was monitoring engineering activites from her bridge terminal and Seven manned tactical, tying in stellar cartography remotely to her board. Janeway regarded everyone in an all encompassing glance as she said, "Let's reiterate details, shall we?" Ten minutes went by quickly and soon, everyone was aquainted with the bizarre circumstances surrounding their present predicament. The murders, the identities of the other temporal visitors...Right down to Q's role in it all thus far. Catching up was easy using the ship's visual logs. Janeway could feel Kirk commiserate with her. His understanding was global and unique due to his being a captain as well. A working rapport was rapidly forged with him and with all crew members and passengers on the bridge.. Even the 8472 managed to link with Spock and then Janeway again in its usual communicative bond, but it released Tuvok who was fatiguing rapidly. **Captain Kirks walks over to Janeway and he sits in the **seat next to her... **"There is something oddly familier with this." Spot, the red tabby cat, remained oblivious to developments. The turbolift doors drew the captain's attention for a moment as the two young ensigns, one man and one woman rejoined their captain on the bridge. Janeway motioned them forward. She addressed them, "Ensigns, what have you discovered?" **Kirk reminds sitting next to her and he looks at the **Ensigns... The red headed young man stepped forward, "Captain, we have made some progress identifying the cause of the subspace anomaly on the flight deck.. It is indeed impeding the warp nacelle telemetry. We have impulse engines only indefinitely until we neutralize the cause." The young woman handed Janeway a data padd outlining their findings in detail. She summarized, "We managed to localize an isolating bandwidth the ship sensors could see using the magnetron scanner. There are objects arranged in a Q shaped pattern inside a retracted subspace pocket five meters in diameter. I've only managed to get silohuettes of the objects themselves and no further details..." "Let's see them.." Janeway said. The ensign pulled up a file on Janeway's chairside terminal that revealed twelve squat oblong shadows that matted "black" and absorbed all energy sources directed into them like a sponge. Janeway projected the image onto the main viewer. Seven startled. Something about the vague shapes were familiar. But she could not quite remember how ... The young man went on, "These shapes are indicative of constructs, captain, as opposed to some natural subspace phenomena spurred on by the Coordinate's effects." "Any speculations from anyone here is welcome. We're all involved." She looked at all the faces ringing hers, "Can we isolate them somehow?" the captain wondered. "Not at present." said the young woman, "We're working on it." Janeway glanced at Tuvok in particular and at Spock. She sure hoped their sound Vulcan reasoning could logic out this puzzle quickly.. She turned forward, "Tom. Activate the main viewer. I want to see what's out there." "Receiving telemetry..." B'Elanna announced in confirmation. "Onscreen." Janeway ordered.. Their surroundings sprang into view with awesome clarity.. "Well, I'll be.. there are people here after all....." she said. **Spock walks over to Tuvoks station...and he looks over **Tuvoks readings... The Speaker recognized the panorama as well. It was the planet ringed by the same technology of the civilization responsible for the beacon pylon found on the last planetoid. And Q's trail delicately overlaid a second shuttle trace down into its atmosphere..... Their trail, at long last, had come to an end..... Janeway stood, "Tuvok, bring all sensors on line. Go to red alert." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: Voyager in orbit around a stunning brown ringed world. Image: Viewer angle of a tech orbited viewscape of Q's world, Janeway and Paris in shot. Image: Janeway's concentration at the viewscreen. Closeup. ************************************************************************* From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] CONTACT..... Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 12:25:18 -0500 >And Q's trail delicately overlaid a second shuttle trace down >into its atmosphere..... Their trail at long last, had come to an end..... > > >Janeway stood, "Tuvok, bring all sensors on line. Go to red >alert." Harry worked away at his station, trying to make since of the readings he was getting. "I can't find where the flier landed exactly, Captain, but I can make a pretty good guess from their last known trajectory." he said calmly. "however the other vessel is still in orbit, no one is on board" He glanced at another screen at his station. "We won't be able to beam down, the atmosphere is too turbulent, so we'll have to take a shuttle, or land" Tom glanced back at Captain Janeway "Shall I take her down?" ::I hope that all powerful being with the oversized ego didn't do anything bad to my ship:: **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] All hands...Blue alert Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 11:47:42 PDT >>>>Tom glanced back at Captain Janeway "Shall I take her down?" Janeway gave the viewscreen one long analyzing look before she spoke, "First things first, Tom. Harry's reasoning is sound. But the atmospheric turbulence is an unknown factor in this case. Transporters are an impossibility at this point so why is that shuttle craft empty?" She noted the stolen craft's orbit and decided not to tractor it aboard. It's weapons had been disabled. It posed no threat. "Where's Dax?" she said to everyone out loud. "See if you can locate her lifesigns. And B'Elanna, scan the planet's upper atmosphere for a window. A place that is calm enough for an atmospheric entry. Not for a shuttlecraft, but for Voyager herself." The captain turned to the 8472, ::Speaker, That apparatus orbiting with us..Does it pose a threat? My sensors cannot get readings on them other than the visuals we are seeing now..:: The 8472 reaffirmed the captain's guess that the machinery bits were totally dead and inert, having been stripped by the time waves of the Coordinate. It shared that there were no "teeth" active or "Otherminds" in the orbital debris at all. ::That's a relief:: Kathryn sighed. ::Looking better and better.:: Kathryn glanced at Kirk and Spock who were carefully watching the proceedings. She caught the Enterprise captain's questioning glance, "Gentlemen, a lot of things have changed since your Enterprise days.. Voyager is capable of landfall on a planet's surface when no other options present themselves. I am considering just that." ::But what of Q? How do I know this isn't a trap within a trap?:: she thought. B'Elanna spoke up, "I am discerning a pattern in the storms, captain. Another window is opening up over a mediterranean continent. The skies are relatively calm and clear. Q's trail registers as having entered that area but then the trace breaks up around 10,000 meters altitude. " Captain Janeway fed B'Elanna's data into her own terminal, "Was the Delta Flier destroyed?" It was difficult to see for sure. "No, captain. There's no debris carrying a Federation signature. He survived the trip down." the woman answered. "Then that means we can go down there as well." Janeway whispered under her voice. ::I see no other way for us to get any answers:: She made her decision, and toggled a switch. "All hands. Prepare for a planetary approach vector. Go to Blue Alert.." The overhead comm burst into activity as orders were carried out preparing the ship for landing. Crewman called out precheck after precheck that everyone heard clearly on the bridge. Janeway nodded her satisfaction. ::8472. Can HOME pull us out if we get into trouble either in the process of landing or from on the ground? Would you be able to help the ship or crew then?:: Janeway communicated. The Speaker nodded affirmation, reassuring her that the living ship could reach any coordinate that supported life from its local dimension. It added that HOME would be waiting in a guard formation from orbit to protect Voyager and her crewman from harm. The captain was convinced. "Tom, take us through that window to Q's last known trajectory point. To where he might have landed. We're going to look around for ourselves." Tom whirled in his seat, "Course laid in. All thrusters are at station keeping. Atmospheric shields, responding. Just give the word, captain." Janeway stood, "Do it." It was not long at all before things changed.... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Voyager leaving outerspace and pluming into the Q world's atmosphere. Image : Voyager skimming over an arid land tracing the length of a single green valley.. Audio : Tuvok activating combadge.. "This is Lieutenant Tuvok to all decks. We are preparing to land the ship. Go to blue alert and report to Code Blue stations." ************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] All hands...Blue alert Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 20:58:32 -0500 >Captain Janeway fed B'Elanna's data into her own terminal, "Was the Delta >Flier destroyed?" It was difficult to see for sure. > > "No, captain. There's no debris carrying a Federation signature. He survived the trip down." the woman answered. Tom breaths a sigh of relief. >The captain was convinced. "Tom, take us through that window to Q's last >known trajectory point. To where he might have landed. We're going to >look around for ourselves." Tom whirled in his seat, "Course laid in. All thrusters are at station keeping. Atmospheric shields, responding. Just give the word, captain." > >Janeway stood, "Do it." > It was not long at all before things changed.... Tom exclaimed "Brace yourselves, this is going to be one hell of a ride." as the ship spun around to face the window of mildest turbulence. At first it seemed it was going to be easy, Tom took Voyager down slowly into the upper atmosphere. Heavy clouds whirled around ship, it was hard to see what lay before them. Suddenly the ship bucked to the side, sending Tom out of his seat. He grabbed the seat and hauled himself back up. What was on the viewscreen didn't please him a bit. The Ship had veered off course by a sudden down draft, it was spinning and headed at a not so ideal angle towards the surface fast. "oh shhi....." He exclaimed. Quickly Tom tried the level the ship before they smashed into the ground. #Entering lower thermosphere# chimed the computer. The ship shook once more, this time not nearly as bad. A few moments later the viewscreen cleared, Tom stopped the ship into a hovering position as they observed their surroundings..... ******************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Preperations Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 20:36:56 -0500 Q carefully configured the sensor console before him, creating a dampening field around the delta flyer. This would prevent Voyager from determining an exact fix on his location. He glanced out the window of the Delta Flyer at K'Heyler and Dax outside, keeping an eye on them. He still didn't trust either one of them, but he didn't have much of a choice...the nature of this planet, being at the core of the Carousel Coordinate, limited his powers, although he tried not to let that on. Q exited the ship and activated the masking field with his tricorder remotely. A sound caused him to look upward. He saw the magnificent sight of Voyager coming in and barely flying above the far off mountain range before resting down in a valley out of his line of sight near an active volcano. 'So they didn't jump to warp, ' he thought, bemused at the secret reason why he did what he had to do in laying the subspace field, knowing it was for their protection from the time eddies in the Carousel. Q and his makeshift crew had spent the past two weeks mapping the planet, trying ascertain the location of the underground base, which was heavily shielded from sensors. Q knew that the underground structure was nearby, hollowed out of cool magma tubes millennia ago. He would probably find the abducted members of his race there, along with the missing Voyager crew. Whether or not the captors were still there or the base was on autopilot, he had yet to find out. He approached the two woman cautiously, getting telemetry readings from the underground structure nearby. They had work to do. **************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] All hands...Blue alert Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 08:58:56 -0700 (PDT) Captian Kirk braced himself in Chakotay's chair. He could not believe this amazing ship...She can land like nothing in his, so far, Starfleet career, had ever seen a Federation ship land herself before. Kirk turns his head to Spock who is grabbing on to Tuvok's console. "Mr. Spock...To bad Mr. Scott isnt here to see this one?" Kirk smiles at his friend. Mr. Spock lifts an eyebrow and looks at Kirk strangly, "Yes, Captain." Kirk turns around and smiles to himself. He looks over to Janaway and then he shifts his eyes to Paris landing this huge ship.. His thoughts drifted to the Enterprise and how the hell he had ever found himself in the 24th Century with this beautiful ship that is lost in space herself. His mind felt like he just magically appeared in the 24th Century looking at the Voyager. Was it fate that the only thing they had left on the shuttle was lifesupport? Was he brought here to serve some purpose and... why?? He is 200 years behind the times here..Yes he can adjust to almost anything that is throw to him but, this time he felt like an old relic with very little imput on this mission..He wanted to have these people to explain what happened to the Enterprise or how in the hell they got here...They had no answers they were all throw here for some reason and some strange twist of fate. He felt the ship land and he glanced to the viewscreen at the planet...He called to Paris, "Good landing Ensign." He turns to Janeway, "You have a good crew." ************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: In the desert, .. on a horse with no name.... Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 13:29:55 PDT >He felt the ship land and he glanced to the viewscreen >at the planet...He called to Paris, "Good landing, Ensign." >He turns to Janeway, "You have a good crew." The Captain regarded this twenty fourth century Horatio Hornblower in a new light. She barely contained her amusement at his unknowing breach of protocol for sitting in the first officer's chair. She forgave him at once. ::My guess is that he desperately is trying to fit in. He doesn't like not being in control.:: "Thank you, captain." Janeway smiled, "I like to think so. We've been through alot together. It's not easy being stranded fifty thousand light years from home." She toggled a switch on her armside terminal and activated Chakotay's station for Kirk, who startled at its flip up rotation, but who immediately grew curious and attentive to the logs presenting there. Kathryn spoke, "Here's a complete account of Voyager's journey from Day One since we found ourselves in the Delta Quadrant, all the way up to now, in our current crisis. Ship's logs, archives, everything.. It might help you and Commander Spock get oriented to time and place more quickly, sir. I can honestly say I can use another starship captain's support, even from one who's from two hundred years out of the past. Mr. Tuvok can help you get situated with ship's systems and schematics over the next half hour. I hope you don't mind that I can't give you direct command authorization to crucial areas just yet. It's Starfleet regulation... ...234.6 of standard Starfleet protocol. Section seven,.. Paragraph 14. Any Star...." She was interrupted.. The golden shirted Kirk recited with her, word for word. ,."..fleet personnel from another Starfleet vessel of equal but disparate command rank shall defer.." Kathryn broke off, chuckling, while Kirk finished her sentence. He grinned at her while both Vulcan officers raised identical eyebrows.. ".. to that vessel's current commander. All access shall be curtailed accordingly to security level five restrictions..." Janeway was impressed with Kirk's candor and easy acceptance, "I feel like I've just received one of Boothby's wittisims." she admitted, smiling, and folding antsy hands across her lap. "Who?" Kirk asked. "A gardener from the academy. He knew all the answers, and honed cadets into the best officers in his own unique, earth bound way. He's quite a character.." "Boothby.." Kirk rolled the name over in his mouth, "I seem to remember a caretaker with that same nam--" Voyager landed with a thud, and the moment was broken. Paris announced landfall, "We're on the ground, Captain." Janeway stood, studying the viewscreen as she paced the floor in front of the viewscreen, "B'Elanna, Harry, what do we have out there? Lifesigns? " B'Elanna spoke up from her terminal, "Readings are fuzzy and short range only. But I am reading two in the detectable area. One Trill, the other Humanoid, possibly Klingon." ::Dax! and that ambassador...K'Ehleyr. Wasn't it?::Janeway thought. "Locate their coordinates exactly. Any sign of the Delta Flier?" she asked aloud. "None.. so far.. That volcano to the west is throwing off electro magnetics distortions, interfering with sensors. I can't get a good lock on Q's old emission trail." B'Elanna said. Janeway focused on the Speaker. ::8472, can you scent it? Can you find the infant Home ship?:: 8472 concentrated, :: "Flier" hides.. Its scenting close. I smells It near the steaming rock. I scents no deeper.:: it shrugged apologetically. Janeway whirled back to the viewscreen, "Near that volcano? Harry, are the lifesigns registering there, too?" The Ops officer nodded, trying to pinpoint more details. But they weren't forthcoming. Kathryn turned toward her officers, thinking aloud ::Enough of this. I'm getting tired of being the fall guy.:: Then to all, speaking clearly, " I think it's time we become part of the solution and not the puzzle. Seismic scans show the volcano to just be a smoker, it's in no danger of eruption anytime soon. However, shuttle flight is too risky due to the pyroclastic residue in the atmosphere. I'm reading that transporters are viable for up to two kilometers distant." She faced Tuvok, "Form an away mission. Everyone here is going along, even Dr. Bashir in sickbay, except for B'Elanna, Naomi Wildman, and the ensigns. Torres, you have the bridge. Keep a transporter lock on all of us. If a new storm breaks over us, I want a way out. And I want an open comm-line. Top priority. Have the doctor stand by with his mobile emitter. I want him available both shipside and with us if need be." Janeway took a deep breath, "Ensign, " she addressed the red haired man, "You're pilot grade two. Take over the conn station for Paris." ::Speaker, can you remain vigilant in the same way? Give us a safety net with HOME standing by?:: The creature nodded assurances. HOME would keep a shell of energy around Voyager in place of her own shields to protect against intrusion from the outside. The defense was foolproof. It would not impede the transporter locks. "Then let's go. Everyone, you're with me." Janeway said. "We've alot of ground to cover." An hour later, every person was fed, informed and refreshed. Janeway, Kirk, Spock, Tuvok, Data, Seven, Tom, Neelix, Bashir, and Harry were all ready. They all had tricorders and phasers, rifles and surveying supplies, safety and medical equipment, food and water rations for three days all bundled efficiently into easy toting, streamline backpacks. The ragtag group of Voyager crew and temporal officers filed out into the open of a hot, dry world, squinting in the desert sunlight filtering through the stationary atmospheric window. They were slowly making way towards the distant lifesign traces.. ------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Blue landed Voyager in a desert with her crew disembarking on search. ************************************************************* From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] Preparations Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 15:47:53 -0500 Dax eyed the klingon woman standing next to her. She could understand what Worf had seen in his first wife. K'Heyler stood next to her outside the delta flyer, having greeted her neutrally after Dax had walked up to the flyer after it set down on the planet's surface the two had worked with Q to search the planet's surface for any sign of the abducted crew and Q. The being Q had gone off too make a quick scan of the immediate area before returning to the flyer to reconfigure it to create some sort of field. Dax wondered at the secrecy, not sure if she could trust either K'Heyler or Q but glad to be alive at any rate. From her studies of the ships logs from the shuttle she knew just how far they were from Deep Space Nine. However, given the unusual circumstances so far she doubted that it would be completly impossible to return to the Alpha Quadrant given the will. Dax was secretly pleased, thought mentally exhausted. She had been allowing the memories of Jordan to take over during their breaks. Containing the sociopath in a tightly constructed web of dreams and images that led him to believe that he was still in charge. Dax had a feeling that she would need his expertise again before everything was over, and did not want to relinquish the ruse she had for all intents and purposes pulled over his 'eyes'. Turning to the klingon woman next too her she caught her eye and nodded her head once. Over the past two weeks Dax had spent time sizing the woman up, matching what she had been told to what she had seen. Jadzia was impressed and had decided to reveal herself to the other woman. Not willing to keep any more secrets from Worf's first wife. "Greetings to the Son of Mogh's first wife, you honor me to finally meet the woman that he speaks so highly of." Dax spoke to the woman in klingon, nothing but respect in her words. ********************************************************************* From: Naomi Gothe Subject: RE: In the desert, on a horse with no name.... Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 16:04:53 -0700 (PDT) > "Thank you, captain." Janeway smiled, "I like to > think so. > We've been through alot together. It's not easy being stranded > fifty thousand light years from home." Kirk smiles and he gets up from the commanders chair, "I took the closest seat I really hate being thrown around." > > She toggled a switch on her armside terminal and > activated Chakotay's station for Kirk, who startled at > its flip up rotation, but who immediately grew > curious > and attentive to the logs presenting there. He smiles.."thank you Captian." He watched at Janeway talked to him thinking to himself what a amazing woman...He admire not only her beauty but, her intellagence...He smiled as she quoted starfleet prodical to him. He went over to Tuvok and Spock for awhile and got information on how to use this 24th Century technology. He felt o.k now to seat in the chair next to Janeway and started reading about their adventures... Tuvok gave Spock and Kirk a PADD so it would be easier to read..It could be transportable so the two men could be well briefed ... Captian Kirk took the seat next to Janeway and reads. He was amazed that they have been though so much and how they stuck together like they did and he was right about what a amazing woman Janeway was. His reading was interuped by the away mission but, this is the mission he was very interested in...So he departed with the rest of the group... ********************************************************* From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Oh, dear!...not another one... Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 23:35:46 GMT Bashir found himself standing in a valley of astounding contrasts. The walls of the cliffs were the color of rust. The ground beneath everyone's feet was hard, compacted sand. Yet, near a river, the ground was covered in a brilliant green carpet of lush grass. ::This morning I was in a holodeck simulation. Now, I am fifty thousand light years from home in the company of some of the greatest Starfleet officers I've ever encountered.!:: Julian pulled out his tricorder for a brief scan of the surrounding area. The readings indicated that there was minor seismic activity only. ::That's strange.:: he thought. He began to detect an odd energy fluctuation coming from nearby. "Captain.." he shouted. "Yes, doctor?" Janeway and Kirk said simultaneously as one. The two captains looked at each other and laughed. Kirk gestured a no after you move at Janeway. She gave Bashir a nod and Julian gave his report, "Take a look at this." Julian started walking towards her and Kirk when suddenly the ground began to give way under his feet. He was sinking! Already up to his knees.. Before he realized it, the sand was up to his chest.. He began struggling for his life... He took in a last gulp of air and then he was completely engulfed under its surface.. Then Julian felt something grasp an ankle from down below. Pulling him down deeper.. ::Something's got me!:: Struggling harder, the doctor tried to break free, but to no avail. In his mind he thought, ::Great I'm going to drown in sand.:: On the verge of blacking out, his body suddenly burst out into a space and into freefall. He landed hard fifteen feet down in pitch blackness onto his head. Something soft and dry broke his full impact. The doctor sat up violently choking on gritty sand. He couldn't breathe in at all. His throat was completely clogged. He caught a brief glimpse of a long tunnel of glowing crystals and the nature of the cushioning object. It was a dessicated corpse. Morbidly, he thought. ::At least I won't die alone.:: Then he keeled over, unconscious, giving up the impossible task of drawing breath.. ****************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Oh, dear!...not another one... Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 19:44:43 -0500 >>Then Julian felt something grasp an ankle from down below. >>Pulling him down deeper.. ::Something's got me!:: >>Struggling harder, the doctor tried to break free, but to no avail. >>In his mind he thought, ::Great I'm going to drown in sand.:: >Harry turned around at the sound of Julian's yelp, he leaped with >desperate speed trying to grab Julian before he was too far down, he >landed 5 inches too short. >Tom was close behind him, holding on to his legs. "Harry, what are you doing?" >Without thinking twice he dragged himself forward and reached down >into the quicksand, the ground underneath his chest gave way, he was sinking. >Harry struggled franticly to get back up to land. Tom was trying to >drag him back out, but to no avail, the sand dragged him in, and he >was gone almost instantly. >"Harry...Harry....." Tom said in a soft voice. >Silence fell on the away team.... >Meanwhile >Harry Kim fell out of the cealing of the cave, landing hard on the >ground next to Bashir and something else that was lying on the >ground. The cave smelled bad, Harry didn't really want to know what >he was smelling. >Thinking quick he slapped his comm badge. >=^= Ensign Kim to away team *choke*, we ..chhhhh... 'wn here, we seem >to be in some sort of cave under the sand, it seems artificially >created......chhhhhhh....... this could not have occurred naturally. >=^= >Tom tapped his comm badge =^= We're reading you Harry, but not very >clearly. =^= >Harry had a hard time hearing Tom's reply, there was heavy interferance. >"We gotta beam them out of there" said Tom. >Down below.... >Ensign Kim reached for his rifle, it wasn't there. ::Must have dropped it:: >He waited for a few more minutes. >=^= Janeway to Kim, we can't beam you out of ....chhhhh...., you'll >have to find another .....chhhhhh.... =^= > Kim glanced at Julian, seeing he had lost is phaser as well. >=^= I "volunteer" Tom to come with us capt....chhhhh.... I'm not >sure, but it looks like the'....chhh...hhhh.... 'ight be inhabited, >Bring a few phasers Tom. =^= >Tom glanced at the captain for permission..... *********************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: The hungry earth..... Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 20:06:00 PDT >>Then Julian felt something grasp an ankle from down below. >>Pulling him down deeper.. ::Something's got me!:: >>Struggling harder, the doctor tried to break free,but to no avail. >>In his mind he thought, ::Great I'm going to drown in sand.:: >Harry turned around at the sound of Julian's yelp, he leaped with >desperate speed trying to grab Julian before he was too far down, he >landed 5 inches too short. "Bashir!" Janeway shouted. Everyone heard the sounds of an avalanche from the gaping hole the doctor had fallen through. "Stay back everyone!! It could cave-in even more!" she warned, pushing those nearest behind her. Tuvok had already gotten out a rope and flung it hastily into the hourglassing funnel of cascading sand. Kirk understood immediately, "Doctor! Grab onto the rope!" he shouted, taking a firm grip onto its end. Janeway and the others flung themselves onto their stomachs each grabbing hold of the lifeline, ready to pull Harry and Bashir clear. > Tom was close behind him, holding on to his legs. "Harry, what are you doing?" >Without thinking twice he dragged himself forward and reached down > into the quicksand, the ground underneath his chest gave way, he was sinking. Then Seven spoke, looking up from her tricorder, "That won't work. He's too deep! Three meters,...no,..five meters down." she looked up. "His fall has stopped. There's a cavern registering beneath us.." >> The doctor sat up violently choking on gritty sand. >>He couldn't breathe in at all. His throat was >>completely clogged. He caught a brief glimpse of a long >>tunnel of glowing crystals and the nature of the cushioning >>object. >> >>It was a dessicated corpse. >> >>Morbidly, he thought. ::At least I won't die alone.:: >>Then he keeled over, unconscious, giving up the >>impossible task of drawing breath.. >Harry struggled franticly to get back up to land. Tom was trying to >drag him back out, but to no avail, the sand dragged him in, and he >was gone almost instantly. >"Harry...Harry....." Tom said in a soft voice. >Silence fell on the away team.... Tom hit his combadge, =^=Paris to Voyager. Two for emergency beam out. Dr. Bashir's coordinates!=^= Tense seconds rolled by.. then.. An ensign replied, =^=I'm sorry. sir.. All we got was his combadge. He must've been separated from it.=^= ::Oh hell...:: Kathryn swore. ::State of the art starship technology, .. And what good did it do me, huh? Absolutely NOTHING..!!:: she fumed. Kirk had just broken out a phaser rifle to blast a new way in, when the monitoring tricorder's life sign tones changed. "It's Bashir. He's in trouble." Neelix updated. "His lifesigns are weakening." The notes grew soured. "He's quit breathing." "Damn it! Doctor, you're not making this easy for us." Janeway shouted., "Tom, get the medkit out. We're going to need your medic training." She sank onto her knees before the hole. "That's IF we get them out of there." She hissed in frustration. The away team milled just outside the soft earth, not daring to go nearer the growing hole. It seemed they were horribly out of options. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- >Meanwhile > Harry Kim fell out of the cealing of the cave, landing hard on the >ground next to Bashir and something else that was lying on the >ground. The cave smelled bad, Harry didn't really want to know what >he was smelling. >Thinking quick he slapped his comm badge. >=^= Ensign Kim to away team *choke*, we ..chhhhh... 'wn here, we seem > to be in some sort of cave under the sand, it seems artificially >created......chhhhhhh....... this could not have occurred naturally. =^= >Tom tapped his comm badge =^= We're reading you Harry, but not very >clearly....=^= Then the helmsman's voice changed..=^=The Doctor! Check him, Harry!! He's in troub--!=^= >Harry had a hard time hearing Tom's reply, there was heavy interferance. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the sun's heat. "Perhaps I can help, captain.." Data stepped forward, peering into the sand eating hole. He was holding the end of Tuvok's rope. "I believe my structure can safely traverse that distance." Neelix spoke, "You don't know what is down there! You could be trapped, too." Data returned a reply, "I do not need to breathe air, Mr. Neelix. I am in no danger." Captain Janeway's face was filled with indecison, "Data. I'm not asking you to risk your safety for anyone. We still have some time to find another way! We could send the EMH... Use 8472...." "No, captain. That will take too long. I see no viable way to secure the rope in a hurry. However, I am too heavy for the away team to pull back up. I will find another way to the surface. Get ready to haul the doctor to safety." the golden eyed android said firmly. Data leaped into the hole.... > "We gotta get them out of there" said Tom. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Down below.... >Ensign Kim reached for his rifle, it wasn't there. ::Must have dropped it:: >=^= Janeway to Kim, we can't beam you out of ....chhhhh...., you'll >have to find another .....chhhhhh.... =^= =^=The Doct--!=^=she shouted again. >Kim glanced at Julian, seeing he had lost is phaser as well. ::But why is the doctor so silent?:: Kim wondered, He was still dizzy from his fall and confused, and he said,.. >=^= I "volunteer" Tom to come with us capt....chhhhh.... I'm not > sure, but it looks like the'....chhh...hhhh.... 'ight be inhabited, > Bring a few phasers Tom. =^= >Tom glanced at the captain for permission..... "Tom ! Harry must be still be stunned." she cried. Janeway ordered, =^=Ensign Kim.. See to the Doctor..! His vital signs are failing.. Data's on his wa-- We've got to rescue the Doctor first=^= ----------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Audio : Harry-- "Voyager to Janeway." Janeway-- "Go ahead." Harry-- "We've got problems here." ********************************************************************** END WEEK TEN RECAP 04-26-2K WEEK ELEVEN RECAP 04-26-2K (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) ************************************************* From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] Preparations Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 13:09:31 -0500 > Turning to the kligon woman next too her she caught her eye and nodded her > head once. Over the past two weeks Dax had spent time sizing the woman up, > matching what she had been told to what she had seen. Jadzia was impressed > and had decided to reveal herself to the other woman. Not willing to keep > any more secrets from Worf's first wife. > "Greetings to the Son of Mogh's first wife, you honor me to > finally meet the > woman that he speaks so highly of." Dax spoke to the woman in klingon, > nothing but respect in her words. K'Ehleyr raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You flatter me. Why?" she asked, not moving her gaze from the woman she knew only as Dax. She spoke the Klingon language, knowing it would benifit her in several ways. For one, she would be able to tell just how much this woman knew about her customs and culture. For another, if she came to trust this woman, they would be able to speak in a language only B'Lanna should be able to decipher, truly confusing anyone else. It was the old language, traditional and honorable, and few knew it outside the Klingon homeworld or high houses. She remembered Worf mentioning the being Q thought it sounded like the barking of dogs and refused to understand it. It could prove to be most valuable. She waited for the other woman's reply, seeing the same look in blue eyes as she wore in her own. ::There's more to her than it may seem. She's definitely cunning, that is plain to see from her escape from the ship, but she also has a little something else. Something else that I believe a certain 'Son of Mogh' would find admirable, if not attractive. Just how well does she know Worf? And why was she referring to me as his *first* wife?:: *************************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The hungry earth..... Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 11:47:34 -0700 (PDT) Spock stood silently thinking of a logical solution to this sitution. He watched Capt. Kirk and Janeway as they try to pull the doctor and Ensign Kim out. This to him was so much like Jim...He always had to get right in there and get instant results... Spock thought of Data, Tuvok and Seven..He know they together would have the greater strength but, it would be illogical to pull them out if something grabbed the doctor and Kim out..He holds his chin in his hand and thinks. It would be logical within a few minutes Jim would come over and asked for his imput. It was only logical.. Spock looks at Tuvok, "Illogical" as Kirk and the others try to pull the men out.."I believe that we need to look for another enterance...If it is a cave of some sort there must be a way in." Kirk walks over and looks at Spock..."I need your imput." Spock looks over to Tuvok and raises a brow..."I believe that we need to look for another enterance...If it is a cave of some sort there must be a way in. but, Captian I think that maybe too late unless it is very close.." ***************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] Preparations Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 15:13:31 -0500 %K'Ehleyr raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You flatter me. Why?" she asked, %not moving her gaze from the woman she knew only as Dax. Jadzia remained still as she replied, "Worf has often spoke highly of you, and though I have never met you before I am impressed by your determination. The Son of Mogh would be honored to see how you have carried yourself during a time that is certainly nothing but trying." Dax raised an eyebrow as she sensed Q moving out of the flyer and walking once more around the ship. The trill remained silent as she carefully studied the Q's movements while he made his way around the perimeter of the flyer and back, checking the integrity of the shield. Frowning in a very human way the being known as Q walked back up the ramp and into the flyer once more, intently looking at a reading on his tricorder. Jadzia turned back to the woman before her and awaited her reply. **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The hungry earth..... Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 13:46:33 PDT >Spock looks over to Tuvok and raises a brow..."I >believe that we need to look for another >enterance...If it is a cave of some sort there must be >a way in. but, Captian I think that maybe too late >unless it is very close.." >"Maybe not" Kirks looks at Janeway,"can the Voyager >scan the area and look for another enterance?" > Janeway didn't even look up at the Enterprise captain. "I've already considered that, captain. We didn't even know these subterranean pockets were here and Voyager's sitting right on top of them." She hooked a thumb to the saucer looming almost over their heads. "The sensors are being deflected some how. As you see, communications are sketchy even from fifteen feet away...I was surprised the transporter locked on what it had a few minutes ago." She stood, hitting her combadge once more, =^=B'Elanna! I am tossing a white noise emitter into the hole. Scan for its scattering emissions! Then try to broad band scrub a communications path to that specific area. I want to know what's going on down there.=^= She tapped Neelix on the shoulder to see the tricorder readings on Bashir. They were not good. He had been nonbreathing for almost two minutes now. Janeway was no doctor, but she knew Bashir would start to suffer brain damage from lack of oxygen in another two minutes.. ::Why doesn't Harry answer?:: she thought. ::And Data should've descended to their level by now...Maybe the avalanche separated Data from Harry and the doctor.:: She turned to Kirk. "I hope you have an option I don't know about because I'm fresh out of them." ************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The hungry earth..... Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 19:48:11 -0500 Harry looked at the doctor, franticly he tried to revive him. He does the usual medical emergency procedures. He waited a minute, the doctor suddenly choked a lot of sand up, and started breathing again. Harry sighed in relief, the doctor wasn't going to die after all! he'd saved him. But the doctor was still unconscious. ************************************************************************ From: "patti keiper" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The hungry earth..... Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 21:12:22 PDT >Harry looked at the doctor, franticly he tried to revive him. He does >the usual medical emergency procedures. He waited a minute, the >doctor suddenly choked a lot of sand up, and started breathing again. >Harry sighed in relief, the doctor wasn't going to die after all! >he'd saved him. But the doctor was still unconscious. An iridescent marker disk emitter, spraying light and heat and white noise suddenly dropped to the dusty floor of the tunnel.. It was an orientor for aligning communications and sensors. ::What th--??:: Harry thought. Then there was a loud crackle from his second combadge, and a voice came through amazingly clear.. =^=Mr. Kim!! Can you hear me?=^= It was the captain. B'Elanna's jury rig had worked. Communications were completely unimpeded from the away team party on the surface to Harry below. There was no sign yet, of Data.. =^=Ensign...Report!=^= **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The hungry earth..... Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2000 19:16:31 -0500 > Then there was a loud crackle from his second combadge, and a voice came >through amazingly clear.. =^=Mr. Kim!! Can you hear me?=^= >It was the captain. > >B'Elanna's jury rig had worked. Communications were completely unimpeded >from the away team party on the surface to Harry below. > >There was no sign yet, of Data.. > >=^=Ensign...Report!=^= it took a few minutes for Kim to respond. =^= Kim here, the Docter is breathing, but still unconscious, we need to get him out of here. =^= Harry heard something else breathing heavily, it wasn't the docter... it was something else. He looked down the crystal lined passageway in the distance, and saw a shadow fall against the side of the passage. **************************************************************************** From : 'patti keiper' Subject : Creepy characters.... Date : 02 May 2000 01:57:22 GST TANDEM POST via CHAT ROOM with "cassidy meyers" AND "patti keiper" >=^= Kim here, the Docter is breathing, but still unconscious, we need >to get him out of here. =^= Above, Janeway straightened. She eyed everyone ringing the hole. =^=Good work. Keep him stabilized. We're lowering a medkit to you now.=^= The captain watched as Paris and Kirk manned the line with the medical equipment. In short order, Kim had the supplies. It contained the hypospray stimulants that would bolster Bashir out of his shock. There probably would be complications from his aspirating sand into his lungs. But, at least, they had more time to devise a way to get him out of the hole. Tom looked as relieved as Kathryn felt. He grinned. She thought, ::Another close call. Too many for one month's time.:: She crouched over the cave-in once more and tapped her combadge again. =^=Janeway to Voyager. We've rescued the doctor. We're working on a way to expedite him to sickbay. In the meantime, see if you can localize any details about this region. I want to know why we haven't been able to scan anything underground. Even with a hole opened, nothing's registering.=^= She knew B'Elanna, on the bridge, in command, wouldn't stop until she had found the cause of the sensor block. Circumstances seemed unlikely that the situation would change soon. Any exploration would have to be on foot using eyes and ears and a little ingenuity. It was all so odd. All of that orbiting mechanized debris were signs of an advanced civilization. Yet nowhere were there signs of anyone being close at hand. Except for their rough estimation of K'Ehleyr's and Dax's lifesigns readings from earlier by the smoking volcano. The captain was glad that the mountain was no eruption threat. It looked very endstage even to Tuvok. The lay of the land suggested that the hot spot in the planet's crust in their area had long since moved on out to sea. The volcano was as good as dead. It's electromagnetic field still pulsed in defiance, confounding Voyager's sensor sweeps in waves. Kathryn motioned for the rest of the away team to gather around her. "I know this has been unexpected. I certainly didn't count on having problems arise underneath Voyager's own shadow.. But, we've got to come up with a way to free Harry and Dr. Bashir. I want scouting parties to fan out in three directions. Captain Kirk was onto a sound idea. There may be other entrances leading below. Set your chronometers. Meet back here in a half an hour. I'll stay here with Seven to maintain contact with our buried crewmen. Take all precautions to safeguard yourselves and your technology. We know nothing about this planet. You've all been briefed on Q's group and their last known appearances. Keep an eye out for them. They're the reason we came here. Move out." The captain watched as the others departed. She grew ansy. It was never a good idea to split up an away team. But there was no other option open to her. She raised her tricorder and saw the two lifesigns waver in and out of range, ghosting as real and then not. The interference was back, in force. The captain noticed that Seven, too, was showing signs of being a little anxious as well... She attempted to lighten the situation by saying... OOC-(out of character) -------- (Listen to audio clip) ;) Too funny... BIC-(back in character) ------- Rolling her eyes, Janeway brushed sand off her trousers. She sighed and turned to the work at hand. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- On the bridge, things were bustling. B'Elanna was in the center seat coordinating the efforts to carry out Captain Janeway's last order. The Speaker was swaying in agitation as it kept contact with the away team. Spot, the feline, was not content. He had paced continuously as soon as he saw Data leave the bridge. ::My person is gone. Why? I just found him:: 8472 quested a bit to the small life ::I senses your people is not alone. "Spot" smells fear for no thing real. Come. Speak with the leading "B'Elana" for I's:: The red tabby regarded 8472 solemnly but did it's bidding. It was not everyday that he had a chance to "speak" with persons. Spot leaped up into Torres lap and nuzzled her neck. The "Speaker" began, ::B'Elana Otherthing, I's gets HOME to scents the rock warrens holding the "Harry" and the "Bashir". I's tells it's shape to you in twenty body lengths circling. I sees only where sun's touch is warm air:: It conveyed a rough map into Torres head of the approximate nature of the tunnel and adjacent chambers surrounding the cave-in. Then it stiffened. ::An Other is near the Harry! I know it not!:: It was an intruder! >Harry heard something else breathing heavily, it wasn't the docter... >it was something else. >He looked down the crystal lined passageway in the distance, and saw >a shadow fall against the side of the passage. -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : The Speaker "presents" a map to B'Elanna. Audio : Janeway- "Have a seat." Seven- "I prefer to stand." Janeway- "I keep forgetting." ******************************************************************* From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Creepy characters.... Date: Wed, 3 May 2000 07:19:49 -0500 > > >It was an intruder! > > > >Harry heard something else breathing heavily, it wasn't the docter... > >it was something else. > > >He looked down the crystal lined passageway in the distance, and saw > >a shadow fall against the side of the passage. > Harry glanced around quickly, he did not have a phaser to defend himself with, if this was a hostile life form he'd be dead. He spotted a small alcove in the wall of the cave, it was just at the right angle not to be seen by the door. Harry quickly dragged the doctor into the alcove, and pressed himself against the wall, hoping he'd not be noticed. The creature entered, it was humanoid, waring a brown cloak, it was holding some sort of energy weapon in its hand. Harry held his breath as it walked out into the middle of the room, the thing looked around. It glanced at right at Harry for a moment, but didn't see him. It turned around and headed back out where it came from. Harry breathed a sigh of relief... ****************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Creepy characters.... Date: Wed, 3 May 2000 13:00:19 -0700 (PDT) Captian Kirk and Mr. Spock left the rest of the party. They walked around a near by hill.. "Captain, why do you think they're would be another enterance here?" Spock asked.. "Spock, if there is a cave there is a enterance..and we are going to find it.." Kirk jumps over a rock.. Spock notices a opening on the side of the hill..."Captain?" Kirk smiles and walks by and slaps Mr. Spock's shoulder..."lets go check out out.." Kirk pulls out the 24th Century phaser for his hostler.. Spock does the same.."Aye Captian.." The two men approach the cave and walk inside..... **************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The unforgiving sun... Date: Sun, 07 May 2000 08:31:18 PDT Captain Janeway squinted into the sun's rays. The waiting was growing intolerable. It had been almost a full ten minutes since the away team had split into three parties to search for a way down into the mysterious tunnel after the injured Dr.Bashir and Harry.. She had heard no communication from him since the short message that the young Deep Space Nine officer had been rescued from choking.. Voyager's shadow no longer shielded those around the gaping cave-in hole. And it was hot.. Kathryn almost wished for the wind to shift the smoking volcano's plume over the red star's burning place in the greenish sky. It stood to reason that they were not alone on this planet. For one, Q was here, with K'Ehleyr and Dax,.. somewhere nearby. They had the same goal as the wayward Voyager crew, to escape the Carousel Coordinate's Bermuda Triangle like grip. It was puzzling why she had been led to this world. Not much was evident above ground at any rate. No signs of buildings or fields or even roads... Maybe the hapless Harry was on to something when he reported the subterranean tunnel beneath their feet. The captain could use some counsel right about now. Data had departed some time ago and had not been heard from since. He had pursued the Doctor's falling path down into the strange tunnel after him. Things were happening too slow. Kathryn'd give anything to be in the thick of things once more. It was easier that way. The lifesigns were still manifesting in their fitful way on her tricorder in spotty static pulses. Their origin never really being pinpointed. But they were most definitely, Klingon hybrid and Trill. Of Q, there was no sign. She startled Seven by standing up once again by the hole and shouting into the sky,.. "Q! It's your party!! Answer the damn doorbell!! I'm knocking!!" Far across the plain, next to the Delta Flier.. Q looked up from his work. He thought out loud and its range swept wide to encompass Kathryn's mind. It touched her thoughts. _____________________________________________________________ (attachments) Image : Q looking up from outside flier near an open conduit panel and smiling at us. Audio : Q--"She's quite the little spitfire now isn't she?" ********************************************************************** From: Matthew Joseph Savelkoul Date: Mon May 8, 2000 2:30am Subject: Inter Twine Q looked up from the modifications he was making to the sensor array. He heard Janeway's thoughts, even out here...'She would do well to hone her psychic abilities,' he thought, 'That is if we ever get out of this in one piece,' he added. Finally, the sensor grid was in place. He got a lock on the underground structure, pinpointing it's location exactly. He motioned for K'Helyer and Dax to come near him. They cautiously approached. Q thought for a moment, hesitiated, then sent Janeway the coordinates telepathically. 'That's why they are all here in the first place,' he thought. Dax looked at him, puzzled. "Why are we waiting around?" Q looked up at the Trill, "There are many hidden traps between here and the base. The temporal distortion is too great for me to teleport us there. Janeway and Co. will go first...pave the way, so to speak, for us." He grinned and got back to modifying the transporters so they could eventually beam near the entrance of the underground complex. ******************************************************* From: patti keiper Date: Thu May 11, 2000 6:43pm Subject: Re: Intertwine.. >Q looked up at the Trill, "There are many hidden traps between here and >the base. The temporal distortion is too great for me to teleport us >there. Janeway and Co. will go first...pave the way, so to speak, for >us." He grinned and got back to modifying the transporters so they could >eventually beam near the entrance of the underground complex. Kathryn staggered, suddenly dizzy. She caught a flash of presence from Q and, mindfully aware of its origin,.. commited every detail to memory. It was a route which lead to the heart of the tunnel network beneath their feet. And an entrance was not too far away. Kirk and Spock had wandered toward that direction a short time ago. Laced within the subterranean planetary map was a broader one of Voyager and HOME's position within the Carousel Coordinate and this planet's location within a lavendar grid as construed by a computer program Q had been working on earlier set inside one of the Delta Flier's algorithms. This new map glowed eerily on Janeway's tricorder. "Captain?" Seven asked, grabbing her arm. "I'm all right. Q just left a calling card. As soon as the away team returns, we have to rendevous with Captain Kirk and Spock. I believe they are on the right trail after all." She made sure the signal enhancer was still fanning its tacit field and hit her combadge, =^= Janeway to Kim. We've found a way down. I've just been shown exactly where you are now and where we should head next. Hang on. From this new data, Kirk and Spock should be right there with you in ten minutes. The rest of the away team will follow shortly. We'll deal with Bashir when we arrive and double back with him to sickbay. Then, I want us to accomplish a few things...Looks like our train has finally come into the station..=^= =^=Understood=^= came Kim's crisp reply. The young ensign studied Julian's face and was satisfied with his vital signs readings. The enivprovaline had worked. The hypo had brought the unconscious doctor out of crisis. Now, there only remained the task of waiting.. For anyone.. Data was surprisingly still absent.. That was an uncomfortable thought. So far, Kim's little brown hooded friend had not returned. -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Outer space, the Coordinate outlined in a navigational grid in lavendar with Voyager's position marked in numbers. ************************************************************** From: Everett, Katan Date: Thu May 11, 2000 10:15pm Subject: Re: Intertwine.. >The young ensign studied Julian's face and was satisfied with his vital >signs readings. The enivprovaline had worked. The hypo had brought the >unconscious doctor out of crisis. Now, there only remained the task of >waiting.. For anyone.. Data was surprisingly still absent.. >That was an uncomfortable thought. >So far, Kim's little brown hooded friend had not returned. Kim heard the sound of footsteps down the passage way. ::Theres no way the captain got here so quickly...:: Kim pressed himself against the wall, holding his breath, and hoping that the doctor remained silent. Two Hooded people entered, both had some sort of weapon slung over their shoulders. They came into the room, looked around, and then proceeded to pick up the rotting corpse that Julian had landed on. They walked quickly out of the room, Kim let his breath out... :: Hope they get here soon... :: ***************************************************************** From: Cassidy Meyers Date: Sat May 13, 2000 01:01am Subject: The snare. On the Home's bridge, the Speaker sensed a communique between the "Janeway" and the leaderthing "B'Elana" . It was simple orienting that any being would do in adverse surroundings. 8472 focused closer on Otherthing.::Whats its?:: "Janeway" was agitated. One of hers was caught in the earth covering. :: The "Bashir" with "Harry" fall-ses. HOME sees them. The "Janeway" want-ses them free!:: 8472 tightened ITS HOME's sense into an eye vigil within the radiation band it could see from the sun's heat streaming into the cave-in. The "Bashir" was being darkened. ::Fear!!:: The Speaker thought. IT "reached" with HOME's hands but could not get to the "Bashir" or "Harry". Something in the ground covering was impeding the attempt. 8472 shifted ITS weight and frowned. ::A long darkened People was there. Its life had fled long ago from the now:: The "Harry" was thinking it was a "corpse". ::Whatis? This is?.. "Corpse" blocks HOME's shift-placing. I's cannot "Clutch" the buried otherthings. The "corpse" masks the way:: IT regarded the "Spot" in the "B'Elana's" lap. IT saw how the leaderthing "talked" with "Janeway" and then IT learned that the "Bashir" life was no longer darkened, his life strength took back its grip. The doctorthing would live. 8472 decided to wait for the outcome. Soon, the "Janeway" separated the Peoples to search. Then, the Speaker "heard" the non-speaking one. ::Q? It helps Otherthing. It is tasting open talk about the earth covering place beneath Home.:: The 8472 read "Janeway's" mind and learned the same mapping detail of the underground complex and of Home's, the "Voyager's", placement in the Trap. ::AH!! I sees beyond the sun's touching in the covering!! I KNOWS now.:: Then IT saw "Harry's" brown hoods. They tasted strange. But no danger scented off of them. They took the darkened "corpse" and left. Suddenly, the living ship, HOME, strained, and its Clutching finally Grabbed. The strange energy field emanating from the mouldering dead people was gone with the strange peoples. The "Bashir" transposed onto the surface at Otherthing's feets. 8472 saw the "Janeway" kneel before the not-now "Bashir" and IT was enveloped with her in joy. Even the "Harry" still down below scented relieved. ::Now, the peoples can go into the covering to sees where HOME cannot. The "Bashir" is saved.:: 8472 watched the scene below unfold. IT thought to the "Spot". ::Tells the "B'Elana" the darkened one comes to Home soon. I brings him up for "Janeway".:: The feline swiveled a surprised ear and then did just that. ***************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Date: Mon May 15, 2000 2:33pm Subject: Re: Kirk the Hero... Captian Kirk and Mr. Spock made there way though the cave. Spock had to make a few tunnels to get through. "Mister Spock?" Kirk looks down a corridor, "This doesnt look like a cave anymore." Spock lefted a brow..."I guess Captian your human stubborness has us close to the doctor and the ensign." Kirk grins, "My human stubborness is what makes me a good captain..I get what I need." Spock raises a brow and follows his captian. The step on a smooth surface. The are in a large open room with the mountian rock as a ceiling and the walls rough as the rock itself...It is lifeless and abandon to Kirk's and Spock's eyes. "Well Captian." Spock looks at Kirk,"I hate to point out the obvious." "yes it does look like a underground complex of some sort..Why don't you check it out why I look for Kim and Bashir." "aye sir" Spock would not mind looking around this interesting place.. Kirk crawls back in the hole and moves back though the cave. "Kim...Bashir!!". Kirk sees a opening to the cave and he sees Kim cornered and Bashir still out on the ground. Kirk pulls out his weapon and looks at the two hooded people. Kirk steps behind one of the hooded people and grabs them by the neck with his arm.."Put the weapons down." The hooded person does not move or say a word. "We are on a mission of peace. These two are hurt." Kirk says in his demanding voice.."Let them two go." The other hooded one looks at Kirk with weapon aimed. ______________________________________________ Meanwhile, Spock is exploring the complax and it's equipment. It was a language he has never seen before. He still trys to find some meaning behind it. Then he feels a gun on his back. He lays his hands flat on the console..... ******************************************************* From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Disrupter fire Date: Wed, 17 May 2000 20:50:51 -0500 Harry watched as suddenly Bashir disappeared in the beam of an alian transporter. :: Oh god, what happened. :: Harry stood up, and looked around. :: About time I get out of here.:: Harry slipped silently to the door, and glanced around the corner. He saw an artificial corridor form about 20 feet ahead in the tunnel. Two men were walking down the hall, dragging the body of the poor soul that had perished in cave before he got there. The Ensign quickly moved forward to a rocky outcropping, but he didn't notice a small indentation in the ground. Harry tripped and landed, making a slight "oouf" sound. The Cloaked Figures turned, and saw Harry Kim. One yanked its disrupter out, and fired. Harry jumped behind the rocky outcropping and the blast hit right where he had been standing. then..... >Kirk steps behind one of the hooded people and grabs >them by the neck with his arm.."Put the weapons down." >The hooded person does not move or say a word. >"We are on a mission of peace. These two are hurt." >Kirk says in his demanding voice.."Let them two go." The one Kirk is holding breaks lose while the other fires a blast at Kirk who quickly dodges the incoming shot. >The other hooded one looks at Kirk with weapon aimed. The one not facing Kirk rushes forward towards Kim, Harry grabs the mans leg, the hooded man falls hard, dropping his weapon. Ensign Harry Kim thumps the man on the back, he falls down limply. He snatches up the disrupter pistol stands up and points it at the remaining hooded figure.... ************************************************************************** END WEEK ELEVEN RECAP WEEK TWELVE RECAP 05-18-2K (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) ****************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Uptempo Encounter.. Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 11:43:00 PDT > Harry watched as suddenly Bashir disappeared in the beam of an alian transporter. >:: Oh god, what happened? :: >Harry stood up, and looked around. Janeway nearly fell over in relief when 8472 delivered its telepathic message. Bashir was on his way to her. She sank to the ground with a medtricorder on autoscan next to her. Right under her hands, the young doctor materialized covered in grit and dust. 8472's targeting ability was uncanny. At first, Janeway thought Julian had expired, he was so still. But he was very much alive. Harry had seen to that and made it possible. "Tom.. Get the medkit. I don't like how he sounds." The unconscious doctor's breathing was raspy and bubbling from the dirt encrusting his lungs. Kathryn eased his head back, making sure he had easy access to air. His windpipe was clear for the moment but his pulse was racing.. Shock was making a comeback and his face was cool in spite of the heat. She injected another stimulant into his neck and watched his vitals change on her tricorder. "That's better. We've got to get him to sickbay. Let's move him out." The captain nodded to the two ensigns hovering nearby. They had just arrived back from their scouting mission. Soon, the other two landing parties arrived too. But Kirk's group was suspiciously absent. The captain tapped her combadge. =^= B'Elanna. We have the doctor. Tell the EMH to expect him. The electromagnetic interference is growing and my readings indicate we won't be able to pull off any more transporter tricks for a while so I'm sending him with the ensigns to the port landing strut turbolift. Have the EMH meet them en route.=^= =^=Understood.=^= Torres replied from her place on the bridge. She gestured to her tactical officer to carry out those orders. =^= But what about you? Soon, you'll be out of contact with the ship.=^= The captain made eye contact with Seven and asked her to see if she could locate Kirk's away team nonverbally with a toss of her head. Seven nodded and turned to start tracking their traces in the sand. Janeway knew that Seven would remain within eyesight and report back any progress locating them. "Easy.." Kathryn cautioned as the two ensigns bore Bashir toward the ship's location behind them, "Watch his vitals." She reluctantly let her grip go on his arm. It was never easy to leave wounded crew. Then she turned to the hole at her feet. Again, she opened a link, =^= Harry. We've got the doctor safely to the ship. What's your status?=^= There was no reply and sounds of a commotion from below and a cloud of disturbed dust arose from the cave-in. The unmistakable sound of disruptor fire pierced the air. Janeway flattened to the ground, as did the newly arrived away team parties for protection.. She drew out her phaser. "Harry! Respond!!" The sounds of struggle ceased. All held their breath for a sign of anything good except the nightmare image flashing through their heads. Anything.. good. Anything at all. Janeway made a tactical decision. "Stand back everyone." She aimed her firearm near the only target she could see. Two inches to the left of the emission emitter still spraying its orienting energies.. She fired her warning shot. Kathryn then tapped her combadge to Seven,.. She said, (Listen to sound bite) She had to get down there. Now!! By the quickest possible means. Harry might be in danger. Only Seven could find their route. ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Janeway firing a rifle in a dark place. Audio : J- "Seven, we could use a little of that Borg efficiency right about now.." *********************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] First Contact Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 00:16:09 CDT Seven was following the footsteps of the men she was tracking, between the map Q was kind enough to send them, and the faint markings in the sand, her task would not be too difficult. As she continued, she finaly "discovered" the away team, all of whom were breaking almost every precious Starfleet rule about "first contact". "James T. Kirk!" Seven shouted above the rucus, "Lower your weapon!" she said, raising her own, level with his eyesight. The short little brown hooded creatures were barely tall enough to come up to Seven's shoulders, much less be any sort of a threat. Kirk lets go of his hostage, and double checked that the alien Harry had been fighting was out, not realizing that Seven's weapon tralied him wherever he went. Seven stepped forward to the tiny alien brown hood and knelt to its level. "We do not mean you any harm. It was a misunderstanding." She says as she turns and raises an eyebrow at Kirk. "Where is the other member of your party? The Vulcan?" Kirk looked around in sudden awareness that his friend was missing. "#*@)#)$)" the alien chirped. The translating component on Seven's combadge strained to make sense of the gibberish. It cleared at once in a minute or so. "...Why??" it said as it rubbed its throat and looked at the Enterprise captain. "We were conveying our fallen, recently discovered, to its internment. A sacred rite.. Whyy??" Seven saw Harry looking a little ragged, "Lieutenant, are you injured?" -------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Seven in a dark suit in a shadowed corridor. ******************************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: A little morbid mystery Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 23:05:14 PDT "Easy,..." the holodoc cautioned as Dr. Julian Bashir recovered on the surgical biobed. "I've just awakened you from a pulmonary lavage procedure. You may still be a little disoriented. You'll be pleased to note that no trace of foreign material remains in your lung tissues." Julian coughed experimentally, not quite trusting the computer's diagnosis completely. He was surprised, things sounded clear and dry even to his practiced ear. ::Remarkable:: The EMH interrupted his musings, "If you've sufficiently reaffirmed my prognosis come take a look at this. It's telemetry from the away team's position. Our engineer has routed the information to sickbay. Apparently, the captain wanted me on standby on this mission and had the relay established so I could be kept up to date." Bashir arose, setting aside the silver blanket.. He was clothed already in a new uniform. He moved to the console the Doctor was indicating.. The holodoc's voice pitched in excitement, "Interesting.. This is a total scan of the region around the hole where we rescued you. It shows normal EM, and infrared and visual white light one would associate with a planetary scan with sensors set to read passively, But here..." Bashir saw a strange spike that rose in a tachyon bandwidth that emanated from what appeared to be a corpse being borne away by two aliens whose biosignatures were being masked.. They were only "visible" to sensors by the heat gradient differential projected around their shapes onto the wall in the form of shadows.. "The dead alien tissues are exuding temporal byproducts one would have if it were killed in a temporal inversion accident. Someone is tampering with time down there and this individual got caught in a "misfire" attempt, .. Probably from an experiment of some kind." Bashir's curiosity was peaked and he bent to closer see the data. It was odd, the underground complex was riddled with blank areas in scan not detectable by Voyager's sensors. Q's map was visually crystal clear but only that.. No other information could be obtained by the away team.. It looked to be the beginning of an investigation.. At least, Julian could help a little.. He bent to work with the EMH to analyze things, coordinating with B'Elanna on the bridge, and then onto Janeway via the Speaker's telepathy. Julian was feeling quite well by the time he was juggling EPS conduits in the cargo bay for a juryrigged temporal scanner he and the EMH were building in sickbay.. The device would act as a "temporal" flare detector and would notify the crew on the surface, about the presence of any more alien corpses.. They would be breadcrumbs.. pointing the way into the heart of the complex and to its mysteries as yet unveiled by Q. --------------------------------------------------------------- Soon, the surface away team was current with sickbay's ingenuity.. "Good work, doctors.." Janeway congratulated. "I'm sure we'll be needing your guidance." Janeway looked up from the entire away team filing into the cavern Kirk and Spock and Seven had entered, toting their packs of equipment and rations.. She only had her tenuous contact with 8472 as her link with the bridge.. It would have to do.. But first things first.. No one entered the cave without having a drawn phaser.. There had been no word yet from Seven or Harry as to their current situation. Kathryn knew Kirk was probably in the thick of it as well. >From the map on her tricorder and from the one blazed into her memory from Q.. The bottom of the hole Harry and Bashir had fallen into was just around the corner.... --------------------------------------------------------- Q looked up from his work and then at Dax/Joran and K'Ehleyr outside his position as smiled.. His mice were dutifully fulfilling their part. Janeway and the away team had just entered the tunnels of the underground complex. He carefully masked his thoughts from the Voyager captain as his excitement grew.. He shouted with glee... " (sound bite) " ------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Bashir outside of a shuttle, seated. Image : Tuvok and Janeway with phasers, intensely surveillant, in a dank tunnel. Audio : Q-- (chipper) Goody! A challenge! This is going to be fun!! *********************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] First Contact Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 08:05:35 -0600 > > >"#*@)#)$)" the alien chirped. The translating component on >Seven's combadge strained to make sense of the gibberish. >It cleared at once in a minute or so. "...Why??" it said as it >rubbed its throat and looked at the Enterprise captain. "We >were conveying our fallen, recently discovered >to its internment. A sacred rite.. Whyy??" > >Seven saw Harry looking a little ragged, "Lieutenant, are you >injured?" > Harry stands up, still pointing his barrowed disrupter at the hooded creature that he had jumped on. "I'm ok seven, I've just been in this cave for the past hour, and had to tackle this guy" He nods his weapon at the creature lying on the ground staring up at him. "If their so friendly, why did they fire at us?"..... ************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] First Contact ] Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 19:32:44 -0700 (PDT) > > "James T. Kirk" Seven shouted above the rucus, > "lower your wepon" she said, raising her own, level with his > eyesight. Kirk looks at Seven..."And you know it is agianst Starfleet regulations to pull a weapon on a Starfleet, Captain?" Seven inqures him about Spock.."Mister Spock is exploring the underground complex we have found a couple of paces over. I am sure if anyone well get what is going on here is my Science officer." tells her in a short, irrated voice hating his autority questioned.. Kirk looks over to Kim and Seven and the hooded creature..Kim came to Kirks defense when Seven asked him if he was injuried... ***Harry stands up, still pointing his barrowed disrupter at the hooded creature that he had jumped on. "I'm ok seven, I've just been in this cave for the past hour, and had to tackle this guy" He nods his weapon at the creature lying on the ground staring up at him. "If their so friendly, why did they fire at us?".....*** Kirk glares at Seven not finish with embrassing him in front of the crewman..."and please do not question my skills as a captian, Miss..I have been doing this job for a long time." Kirk walks over to the hooded figure and pulls off the hood...and grabs his by his collar.."Now tell us the truth about this place?" ***************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] First Contact Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 23:27:35 -0600 >Kirk glares at Seven not finish with embrassing him in >front of the crewman..."and please do not question my >skills as a captian, Miss..I have been doing this job >for a long time." > >Kirk walks over to the hooded figure and pulls off the >hood...and grabs his by his collar.."Now tell us the >truth about this place?" > The creature's hood comes off, Harry stands back in shock. Inside that hood was, Captain Janeway! *** "Captain, we better get down there, they may need help." Said Ensign Paris to Janeway. They headed down the tunnel in the direction that Kirk and Seven had gone. Paris rounded the corner, seeing Kirk bent over a humanoid shape. He looked at it more closely, it was B'Elanna! "What the hell do you think your doing?" Paris runs up to kick and pushes him away. He offers his hand to B'Elanna, he notices she's waring a brown cloak. Harry exclaims "what are you doing down here captain?" "Captain?" Says Tom, glancing at at B'Elanna. Just then the real captain Janeway comes around the corner. B'Elanna shoves Paris away, and runs down the corridor deeper into the underground complex........ **************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Mimicking defenses.... Date: Mon, 22 May 2000 02:54:17 PDT >Just then the real captain Janeway comes around the corner. >"B'Elanna" shoves Paris away, and runs down the corridor deeper into >the underground complex........ Kathryn instinctively sensed what had just happened judging by the high color on Kirk's face, the confusion on Tom's and the unconscious alien at Harry's feet along with Seven's armed and angled stance. "Let him go!" she shouted in a command tone.. No one moved while the desperate alien made a hasty retreat without his companion or weapon. She then nodded to Tom to check the fallen alien. "Make sure he's all right." Paris bent to examine the alien with a medtricorder. Harry seemed to be none the worse for wear so Kathryn briefly put a hand on his shoulder before turning to the Enterprise captain.. Janeway set her mouth in a firm line, "Captain,... walk with me.." The two of them made for one corner of the tunnel discreetly out of earshot. "I don't know what kind of vigilante protocol you think you were following just now. First muscling into a first contact race, who were clearing indulging in a sacred ritual..." She indicated the body with its new face paint markings and the fact that its limbs had been arranged in a position of repose, ".. and then manhandling their people using violence.. A lot of things have changed since your day, Captain. We no longer use seat of the pants diplomacy.." Kathryn let her anger show just enough to relay her point of view. "How can we get our answers now? Hmmm? By interrogating THIS one?" She indicated the alien just awakening under Tom's ministrations. The hint of sarcasm in her voice carried no sting, just total concentration. "You are a LONG way from home, captain. And so am I. Let's try to work together here for the future..of BOTH our crews. Let's just hope we can salvage this situation..." Everyone in the cavern froze in place at this little exchange.. In a quiet voice, Harry told Janeway that he had been fired upon but only when the alien had been surrounded by surprise.. Kirk cooled a bit and began to see the Voyager captain's view. He WAS out of place and time. ::Perhaps I overeacted...:: he thought. Kathryn watched as the brown hood regained its consciousness. "Don't be frightened.. See?..." She took off her phaser from its clip and set it on the ground. "I mean you no harm.. We need to find a way out of the temporal trap holding us here. Can you help us?" The alien's features morphed into first B'Elanna's face, then Spock's and then settled into a lizard like visage with large gentle eyes.. It resembled the tetrion message Gecko sent to Voyager and Janeway's mind while she was ill in sickbay at the first planetoid they encountered before finding this one. ::Chameleon-ic ability? Could this individual be one of the Learned Ones were searching for?:: The alien got to its feet, keeping its back to one wall. Well away from the away team. It rubbed its shoulder in pain where Harry's blow had struck it.. "You are like the others... I....don't know if..Wait... here.." it said, and then it fled down the corridor after its companion. A dusty companel flared to life behind the away team.. It showed an ominous image in a frozen hologram glowing in the rock.. A representation of a Borg sphere.. Everyone began talking all at once... ------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Janeway turns to her crew in shock at encountering a Borg Sphere image within religious ruins. ****************************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Intendant Really arrives! Date: Mon, 22 May 2000 20:57:34 -0700 The Intendant stirred and awoke looking around her and not remembering a thing. She was on her ship,that much she could tell...but where exactly was her ship? She looked around discovering that everyone on the bridge was either dead or unresponsive. Dragging herself over to the console, she turned the view screen on. Before was a large planet and a ship much bigger then her own. "Computer...identify that ship". #Federation Star Ship Voyager# "Voyager? That ship had ended it's journey 5 years ago and had retired in the mirror world..hmm position?" The Intendant muttered while holding her head. #Unknown# The Intendant sighed "Well atleast the computer is operational. What the hell, I might as well see what's going on down there on that planet," she said before transporting herself down. She rematerialized in a small cave hole. Looking around, the Intendant heard voices "What in the devil...." *************************************************************************** From: Cassidy Meyers Date: Wed May 24, 2000 4:24am Subject: The Listener comes.. (My second character) On the bridge, the Speaker reared in distress at the image of the Borg sphere on the holoprojecting wall IT got from the "Janeway's" mind eye at the base of the religious ruins at her feet. ::Its is THEM,.. the Others.. I sees the souless ones! The warren's technology has THEM in the not-now. Is safe. I scents no spore in the now. Come!! I's helps yous SEE the why...HOME clutches the Listener to yous, "Janeway". This Othermind is far reaching peoples.. Nexus has cleansed essence of she. I sends!!:: She had barely enough time to form a question in her mind when a crackle of plasma energy burst green and tendriled into the air from the very rock. All the away team members including the "Janeway" startled. The wall holo changed to the visage of an arch enemy the Voyager commander knew from antiquity. It was Moriarty!! He was not real,.. and yet... The image's mouth spoke,.. (sound bite one.) An equally bright swath of peach miasma opened in the ceiling over their heads and a figure was conveyed in a tunnel of rays to the sandy floor near them. A woman in purple robes and hat advanced with folded hands in sleeves. She went immediately over to the two captains and faced them with an intense expression, .. "Captains, I was brought here by the Speaker to aid you... (second sound bite.) The woman flung out a hand and the projection of Moriarty was silenced with a gesture of power, "That program was crafted by the Learned Ones you are seeking. It was they who worshipped the Borg millenia ago and and paid the price for dropping their guard. Now, the Coordinate is all that remains of the protective shield they erected as the Borg advanced on their worlds and destroyed their civilization from inside their holy shrines. These corpses left in the tunnels were the Learned's clergy, the scouts sent on ahead to reason with their Borg Overlords. " "Eventually, the Borg moved on and now, there is only what you see that remains. Only a few pitiful clans of religious fervents, fighting over who's fault it was who let the Borg come in their midst as deities, live on this planet. Most are here, underground, surviving like primitive refugees on the tatters of machinery left to them, crippled and scattered like vermin. This is only one complex, captains. Three others lie below the volcano to the west. I believe it is in one of those where the knowledge of the way out exists.. We must go there.." Captain Janeway stepped forward, surprised at her lack of alarm at this mysterious new arrival. She hadn't even considered drawing her phaser.::I know.. that I am in no danger:: she whispered to herself. A moment later and she spoke the question on everyone's lips.. "Who are you?" The shrouded woman folded her hands respectfully across her stomach, "I am Guinan,... the Speaker's Listener.." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Audio : Moriarty-- I have been stored in memory for God knows how long and no one has given me a second thought!! Audio : Guinan--We need to talk. Some how, this,.. This is all wrong. This is not the way it's supposed to be.. Image : The classic mysterious hostess from Picard's Enterprise.. ************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: The Why..... Date: Fri, 26 May 2000 03:08:43 PDT > Captain Janeway stepped forward, surprised at her lack of alarm at >this mysterious new arrival. She hadn't even considered drawing her >phaser.::I know.. that I am in no danger:: she whispered to herself. >A moment later and she spoke the question on everyone's lips.. "Who are >you?" > The shrouded woman folded her hands respectfully across her stomach, > "I am Guinan,... the Speaker's Listener.." TANDEM post in communication with AND VIA CHATROOM of voyagerliveaction.. ::Guinan? Picard's Guinan? Then Data should know who she is!:: the captain thought triumphantly.::If only we knew what has happened to him.:: "Guinan, I'm Kathryn Janeway of the Starship V-" she began then broke off at the dark woman's slow nod of recognition. That took her by surprise.. ::How could she possibly know who I am ?:: Then she realized, that the 8472 had probably been keeping her linked as well from where ever she originated from. "Forgive me, Guinan. That's quite a lot of data to sift through. I have to find the race indigenous to this planet to discover the way out as soon as possible. I am missing most of my crew.. We have to leave to go search--" Guinan again gave her that arresting, mild smile. "They are here, captain. Don't you feel them? They were taken for a reason. And we do have a problem. That volcano's been interfering with your ship's sensors, transporters, keeping you from finding the one responsible." Kathryn studied her face, not knowing where she was heading, "How?.. Yes..." she breathed. "That is true." Guinan turned and studied the colored images painted on the rock walls with intense interest, "These pictograms, show mass slavery, and oppression.." Janeway joined her at the wall, "The Borg always do that." Guinan, continued in her soft methodical observation, "Ah,.. but have you ever known one to break away from the collective.. to be the God of a sole planetary race?" The listener's fingers swept over one particular figure off to one side. Janeway startled. The face was one she knew.. It was the face of the Q who had died on her ship after winning back his mortality from the rest of the Q continuum. Only he was, in the painting, ....borgified with implants like any assimilated drone would be.. "But this Q's dead.." she told Guinan. "He took a rare form of hemlock extract, one that my EMH could not cure, and he died at my side.. I saw him buried.." Guinan, nodded again, holding up a hand,.."Ah,.. but have you ever known a Q who would not play with the threads of timelines.." Janeway's eyes narrowed. She was only partly aware of the other members of the away team coming nearer to them to hear their words better. Harry had already gotten a backpack strung across his back.. "That Q's assimilation, caused these people to rebel against the Borg. For he wouldn't be a Borg.." Guinan whispered, "And the overlords fell.." Janeway whirled at a sound,.. It was the Brown Hood returning..replete with its gecko like features.. She turned to face it.. Now, it was diplomacy's hour.. Most of her crew, temporal or not, surged forward to speak with it.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Janeway approaches the gecko faced Learned One in the subterranean tunnel ********************************************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: Spot moves out.. Date: Sat, 27 May 2000 13:00:47 PDT Spot straightened from B'Elanna's lap. The speaker was through with him for the time being and his own natural cat instincts were coming into play once more. The 8472's use of his mind didn't really phase him. For it was interesting finally talking with the peoples around him. It was nice not having to play "charades" just to get a decent meal.. Spot burped. One of the ENSIGNS had given him an excellent bowl of chopped up "prey food" as the Speaker called it. Now, his stomach sated, his wandering instinct came to the foreground. He stretched and leaped down from the Klingon's lap and made tracks for the turbolift doors. He pounced both paws onto them, and they gave way. Once in the lift,.. He asked the Speaker to have the peoples take him to the Outside.. For he was very curious. One of the minds the Speaker was aware of was tantilizingly new, the "Guinan". It's feel was very catlike and wise.. Spot wanted to get up close to the action and he knew he would have no trouble finding the away peoples. So he went,.. Soon the here to otherplace thing had him on the surface of the planet. Spot felt the transporter energies release him and he trotted off unerringly toward the far caves after the away team. He soon arrived, guided by the 8472 at her feet. Spot then saw the Janeway person very near an animal person with a green scaley face.. Surprisingly, the 8472 could not read this one's mind at all, even when Spot looked at him.. The feline noticed all the other peoples were clustered around this animal person, "Kirk, Spock, Paris, Kim, Seven, and Neelix. But his person, Data was no where to be seen. He grew frightened at crouched close to the floor, yowling softly in his distress...::My person is GONE!!! I want him back!:: A gentle hand picked Spot up into a soft encompassing embrace, easing his distress. A smoky scent of jasmine enveloped him. He looked up and saw the Guinan person holding him. She was different. She smelled old, and of all the peoples in the room, she was not stressed by being in this place at all. And she smelled like the 8472. They were thinking as one, Spot could tell, conferring and analyzing everything around them in the search for answers.. He melted under Guinan's calm and asked her if she could find his Data.. She stroked his fur, reassuring him. ::I will try. But it is only a matter of time before he shows up. You know that. He has curiosity almost as strong as yours.:: So Spot let down his guard, feeling safe in her arms and was content to watch the away team around him feel their way with the animal person in contact. There was much to feed his OWN curiosity here. Spot could hardly wait to see what would develop. He tried to picture how he would look in the away people's fur coverings and was greatly amused... If Spot was capable of laughing, he would have. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Spot, animated, in a beam out. Image : Spot imagining himself in Star fleet uniform. **************************************************************************** END WEEK TWELVE RECAP 05-27-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] WEEK THIRTEEN RECAP 05-28-2K (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) ********************************************* From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Beverly Crusher Arrives (ATTN ANYONE!) Date: Sat, 27 May 2000 20:30:45 -0700 Beverly Crusher awoke with a splitting headache and a gash of blood streaked across her forehead. She immediatly reached to the pain on her forehead and felt that the blood was dry. Sighing she stood up and wondered where in the universe she was! Beverly noticed she was in a hallway on a star ship, but not one she was familiar with. She tapped her communicator, "Beverly Crusher to Captain Jean Luc Picard...". #Captain Jean Luc Picard is not on board this station# "Alright...Crusher to Commander Will Riker" #Commander William Riker is not on board this station# "CRUSHER TO ANYONE!!!" came her angered reply. ......... ~Beverly Crusher **************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Making a house call.... Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 04:38:39 GMT > Beverly noticed she was in a hallway on a star ship, but not one she was >familiar with. She tapped her communicator, "Beverly Crusher to Captain >Jean Luc Picard...". >#Captain Jean Luc Picard is not on board this station# >"Alright...Crusher to Commander Will Riker" >#Commander William Riker is not on board this station# >"CRUSHER TO ANYONE!!!" came her angered reply. In sickbay, the two doctors looked at each other and the EMH said, "I guess we have yet another visitor... You'd better answer her, Doctor.." Julian looked stunned, "Did she say Crusher..?" The EMH scoffed, "There's nothing wrong with your ears,.. I washed every bit of sand out of those." Julian paid no mind to the doctor's attempt at sarcasm. Tentatively, Julian tapped his combadge in response and replied, =^=This is Doctor Bashir?=^= There was no immediate reply. Julian walked over to the nearest terminal, =^=Computer, display location of your current unidentified personnel..=^= #Unidentified personnel is on Deck 12, Hydroponics Lab.# Bashir turned to the EMH. He was still unfamiliar with Voyager's layout. The EMH said,"That's two decks down. Are you going?" "I have to. Don't you know who this is?!" Just a little star struck, Bashir told him, "Listen to this.. Dr. Crusher served on the Starship Enterprise along side THE Jean Luc Picard,.. She later became chief medical officer of all Starfleet. She's a virtual legend in practically every medical journal from here to Beta Pardalis... She completely re- created the spinal refusion surgery protocols from the ground up, her work on the Borg alone was phenomenal and THEN she---" The EMH rolled his eyes, "I KNOW all this. She's part of my programming." "Oh." Julian went over to the biobed containing Counselor Troi.. The readings indicated that she had returned to a non responsive state, even though her seratonin and dopamine levels were approaching Betazoid norms. Something was still keeping her from waking up. Running frustrated fingers through his dark hair, the doctor spoke aloud, "Still no change.. Has there been anything new in the away team's tachyon emission scan? The detector should've picked up more corpse signatures by now.." The holodoc replied, "I'm afraid our cadaver compass has let to live up to specs. I'm working on it." He punched a button. Julian decided to inform the bridge, He opened a channel, =^=Bashir to the bridge.=^= B'Elanna looked up from her report, and shifted in the center seat. =^=Torres here. Doctor. What can I do for you?=^= Julian made his way over to a schematic of Voyager's decks. =^=It seems we have a new guest on the ship=^= B'Elanna reacted, =^=Computer! Intruder alert!!=^= The lights dimmed on Deck one into amber hues.. She got to her feet in a hurry. =^=...Before you do anything hasty....she's a HIGH ranking Starfleet officer. She's a medical doctor, It's Beverly Crusher..=^= Julian added urgently, , =^= I ..wouldn't tick her off if I were you, .. she outranks both our commissions put together..=^= "Oh. Right." B'Elanna blinked. She tapped her badge, =^=Computer, stand down from intruder alert. Doctor, I hope you don't mind a few security officers joining your little welcoming party down there.=^= Bashir's face washed in relief, =^=That will be quite all right. The more the merrier..=^= B'Elanna gestured at one of the guards to follow up with this new development. He left at once. ------------------------------------------------------------------- It was night in the Hydroponics Bay on Deck Twelve. Julian and the guards approached cautiously at the coordinates given to them by the computer. The doctor, in a low voice, whispered to the nearest security guard, "Believe me, she's no threat, Put that away.." The burly man ignored him, sweeping his eyes over every nook and cranny in the bay.. So far, she wasn't anywhere.. Dr. Bashir took a few steps farther into the room, "Hello? Ah, .. I'm the one who answered your hail.. I'm a ship's doctor.." Julian turned in a circle trying to see over the greenery growing in lush abandon all around him. The jungle blocked much of his view. He could still see her lifesigns on his tricorder. She was only yards away. " I know you are there. There's no need to hide." Julian leaped five feet when Beverly, wearing a sky blue lab coat, emerged like a shadow.. There was a cut on her head.. Julian noticed the wound right away. "Not you too. The captain of this vessel was a mess as well when I found her." He advanced forward. ---------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Bashir at a terminal. Image : Beverly Crusher close up in bright surroundings. Audio : Doctor Crusher- Request permission to report to the captain... *********************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction]Mr. Spock's short adventure... Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 09:18:29 -0700 (PDT) Spock did not get a look at his captors. He follows quietly letting the hooded people lead him though a slim corridor. Then they walk into a small command center ,it seems and they are still hooded to confine there indenty. One of the creatures take Spock to a computer with the same strange language. They push him near it and yell at him in a harsh undentifiable voice. Spock looks at him..."I am sorry I do not understand you?" The hooded creature takes the butt of his weapon and rams it into Spocks head and Spock is out cold in this strange command center...in this strange underground complex.......... ******************************************************* From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Making a house call.... Date: Sun, 28 May 2000 22:22:45 -0700 > Julian leaped five feet when Beverly, wearing a sky blue lab coat, > emerged like a shadow.. There was a cut on her head.. Julian noticed the wound right away. > "Not you too. The captain of this vessel was a mess as well when I found her." > He advanced forward. Beverly never got the reply from Julian Bashire. She never heard a thing, and wondered if by chance she was the only one on this vessel. She pondered her current situation thoroughly before planning to make a move. As she got herself up she managed to stagger with increasing ease towards the door. Upon arrival she heard several voices on the other side and she scurried back to her hiding place like a frightened mouse. The doors swooshed open and in came what sounded like security guards because the calmer voice told them to lower their weapons. Beverly at this point knew she was not in the hands of invaders or attackers. She could tell the procedure was indeed of starfleet origin and she was safe. After hearing the man's calm voice in the room as he walked closer to her hiding place, Beverly emerged from her hiding spot. She studied the man, noticing his starfleet clothes and rank securely on his neck. She could at this point smile. At least she was among friends! Whisping a lock of bright red hair out of her face and sighing with relief she extended her hand, " I am Doctor Beverly Crusher of the Enterprise D...I am hoping you can tell me the meaning of my transportation....better yet...if you could tell me where I am!". Beverly approached a little further, absent mindedley rubbing her left arm. ************************************************************************* De : "Cassidy Meyers" Objet : [voyagerliveaction] Othermind, "Spock" is darkened! Date : Mon, 29 May 2000 23:00:16 SCT B'Elana sat up, "What's wrong. Speaker? Tell me,.." 8472 projected an image of Spock's last awareness just before the brown hoods subdued him into unconsciousness. It was of a body being enveloped in temporal energies.. Torres told IT to tell the away team. There was no time to waste. ::Why did Spock separate from the rest of the group? That was very risky..:: B'Elana wished for the thousandth time that communications and transporters were functional and again , was disappointed. She alerted sickbay to this new development. The away team jolted, receiving the Speaker's image and message. Janeway, Tuvok, and Seven, connected with the 8472 fell to their knees. They learned of Spock's trouble in an instant. Kirk didn't even have to ask them to know what was wrong.. He reacted. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : A body being disintegrated by a time experiment nimbus of energy. Audio : Electronic noise being activated. ***************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] An Apple a Day. Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 06:05:03 GMT >Whisping a lock of bright red hair out of her face and sighing with relief she extended her hand, " I am Doctor Beverly Crusher of the Enterprise D...I am hoping you can tell me the meaning of my transportation....better yet...if you could tell me where I am!". Beverly approached a little further, >absent mindedley >rubbing her left arm. Dr.Bashir said, "Welcome to the Star Ship Voyager. Apparently, we are in an area of unusual temporal phenomena. How you got here, I can only guess,..It may be similiar to the way I arrived. Now about you...." He advanced with the tricorder, examining her head. "Your arm, pain there too?" He examined the tricorders readings. He found bruises and injuries indicative of those anyone would sustain in a fall. "What were you doing before you found yourself here?" In the back of Bashir's head, his mind was racing, ::This Dr.Crusher could very well be exactly what we need. She knows Troi. And with her medical background and her knowledge of Betazoid physionomy, she could solve his current block concerning Troi's treatment:: "Doctor, could I possibly convince you to come to sickbay. I have a friend of yours you know very well there under my care. She's stable but quite frankly, I'm stumped about her diagnosis.. I'd be very grateful if we could collaborate together." She nodded and the four of them left into the turbolift on their way back down to sickbay. A most unusual renuion awaited. ********************************************************************* Objet : Re: [voyagerliveaction] Searching the cave (ANYONE!) A: "Crystal-Lee" Date : Mon, 29 May 2000 18:35:46 -0700 The Intendant walked down the dark cave hollow, her hips swinging back and forth with her walk. She could hear voices in the distance as she went on her way. The voices soon became louder as she approached a large cave hollow. Rather then jump out immediatly...she waited calmly. There had to be somebody around here to enjoy a warm milk bath with her. Milk bath.....hmmm. The Intendant smiled and closed her eyes wishing she were in one right now. The wall she leant against soon began to rumble and she felt a minor rockslide of dust and rocks fall around her "Oh damn! Now they're gonna here me for sure!" she muttered to the rocks. ~The Intendant *********************************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] It's a Jolly Holiday with Bashir Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 23:36:58 -0700 As Beverly heard Star Ship Voyager she was stunned. How far away from home was she? As she was asked about where she had been, she couldn't help but laugh aloud, "Oh...this will sound silly really, I was trying my hand at racket ball on the Holodeck, I went to serve and I tripped, but instead of landing on the floor of the holodeck...I landed here!". Her arm was beginning to hurt now painfully and the rubbing increased. "An old friend of mine you say? Oh I would be happy to help! I don't see any harm in making myself useful while I am here. Is there any knowledge yet of why I was brought here....why any of us have been brought here? I know that Jean Luc is going to begin to wonder where I went once my service reaches his side of the court!", Beverly smiled brightly trying ot keep the situation as pleasant as possible. "On ward then my new friend....your name is?...". They walked through the sliding doors en route to sick bay. Beverly was becoming increasingly curious with this new fellow she had met..."What ship are you from?" **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Muddy..... milk baths.. :) Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 00:18:38 PDT >The wall she leant against soon began to rumble >and she felt a minor rockslide of dust and rocks fall around her "Oh >damn! >Now they're gonna here me for sure!" she muttered to the rocks. It was still before the 8472's warning message from Spock. Janeway felt in tenuous contact with the Learned One standing in front of him. Gradual, honest contact and soft dialogue actually made the reptilian being relax and its scales lightened from their darker shade of stress. She and the away team had learned much about its culture, and the corpse sanctifying and beatifying, with radiation and paint once they were rediscovered in newly opened, long abandoned corridors of the underground complex the being simply called, Node. He and his race had gone through hell when it was discovered the tutor Q had weakened the Borg by being assimilated in an attempt at suicide and then refusing to interface with the Collective. Their Borg gods had been violated and polluted by that destructive mindset. Half the Learned Ones rebelled in their chance at regaining freedom from the Borg. The second half did everything they could to make sure that sad Q ....never arrived. They spent almost all their resources researching and constructing temporal doorways , wherein a subject could be sent back into the past in an attempt to stop him by any means necessary. Many of these Learned One clergy scouts were assimilated for they were outside of their shrines and found as fair game to the Borg on board their Sphere. Others simply,....aged,.. and died in the "traveling" effect and were later rediscovered by descendants in the tunnels of the Node. Ultimately, no one succeeded. The suicidal Q remained dettached and the Borg "forgot" their Learned One servants and targeted them as a resource to be used. And their end was met. Janeway remembered how this very Q visited her ship and had rallied so well in his own defense by bringing people from Earth's past, Sir Isaac Newton, Commander Will Riker and several others to testify on his behalf. It had taken a trip into the pallid Q continuum to convince Janeway to rule in Q's favor, to gain mortality. She shuddered when she thought of the ill regard he had given these Learned Ones with his actions within the Borg Collective. It was if he hadn't cared at all. Quite a different picture than she felt she got at her tribunal ruling. Janeway didn't want to consider that she may have granted death to one who actually may have been unstable emotionally,.. just as the prosecuting Q had said. The captain wondered if he were reading her thoughts now and was weighing her moral merit.. Then, there was a blinding mental flash and she and her mindlinked away team members staggered under the Speaker's image from Spock. He was being attacked!! And a being was being killed in another temporal transport attempt very near him! She saw Kirk comprehend right away.. He took off for the far cave opening the way he had come with unbelievable speed. Janeway motioned for everyone to follow him, including the Learned being with them. They hadn't gotten very far when the earth started sifting in from Harry's hole again above their heads, its cascade spread around the corner. Janeway and the others lost sight of Kirk around the bend. He was very fast. Then she heard a collision and a muffled "Ouhff!" from two throats; one was very feminine. Kathryn rounded the turn. Sprawled on the tunnel floor was Kirk and a strange Bajoran woman in silver lamay. ::Wait... somehow,.. not strange in some way....:: Janeway could not pinpoint her deja vu. The lanky, swathy dressed figure promptly started swearing and demanding that a HOT milk bath be drawn at once so she could cleanse herself of the filth she found herself covered in. And the same time, she flung Kirk bodily off of her with a well placed silver boot. The Enterprise captain hardly missed a beat, somersaulting to his feet and hightailing it on towards Spock's last known location. From the corner of her eye, Janeway noted that Harry was keeping track of his progress in the tunnel. They wouldn't lose him as well... One grimy hand wiping off mud from a delicate nose clinched it for Kathryn, "Major Kira?! What are you doing here? I thought you remained in your quarters after Q was confined on the bridge.."... The anger flare from the muddy woman on the ground was so great that the Learned One next to Janeway did the only thing open to him... He camouflaged himself with the nearest identity available to him, Janeway's... Kathryn suddenly came nose to nose with her own visage.. Then everything struck her as terribly funny.. and she said...(sound bite) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : J looking deep in thought, close up. Audio : J- Imitating the captain, huh? Surely that violates some kind of Starfleet protocol. *************************************************************************** From: Myron Ojala Date: Wed May 31, 2000 0:53am Subject: How many Doctors will it take to...... >"An old friend of mine you say? Oh I would be happy to help! I don't see >any harm in making myself useful while I am here. Is there any knowledge >yet of why I was brought here....why any of us have been brought here? I >know that Jean Luc is going to begin to wonder where I went once my service >reaches his side of the court!", Beverly smiled brightly trying ot keep the >situation as pleasant as possible. "On ward then my new friend....your name >is?...". >They walked through the sliding doors en route to sick bay. Beverly was >becoming increasingly curious with this new fellow she had met..."What > >ship are you from?" Julian invited her up onto a biobed. He grabbed a tissue regenerator and gently passed it over the cut on her forehead until it disappeared. Beverly Crusher didn't, at first, see Troi because she was in another ward off to the side out of her sight. Julian said, "I can only speculate how YOU got here. I, too, was on a holodeck with a simulation of an old Starfleet mission. Suddenly, I sort of... fell... through a rabbit hole. The next thing I knew I was ankle deep in dead bodies, freshly killed, I might add. The whole thing would've been funny if it weren't for them." Bashir moved on in his examination of Crusher's painful arm. A deeper scan revealed a minute hairline fracture of the humerus. "Slight break here. No problem." ::No problem?!:: thought Beverly, ::That'll mean at least five hours in a bone regen field.:: "All done." The young doctor smiled. ::What?! Amazing:: she wondered, ::This Voyager must be very advanced. That stardate I got from the computer just doesn't answer everything for me...:: "As to my name, Julian Bashir, formerly of Space Station Deep Space Nine, chief medical officer. As to your other concern, I'm afraid you or not going to like this..Remember Q....." ::Oh, no.:: Beverly's heart sank. "Well, he definitely explains it. Apparently, Q has an agenda. He needs all of us to find a way out of our little trap. The ship is in a Bermuda Triangle like area of temporal energy called the Carousel Coordinate. We, are going to research answers for him and his cohorts, Dax and someone named K'Ehleyr. We are bluelanded on his planet. Our captain, Kathryn Janeway, is currently leading two away teams to investigate an underground complex I fell into. She pulled me out and now I am here. Oh, one more thing, " Bashir tapped his combadge after giving Crusher one of her own. =^= Computer, activate Emergency Medical Holographic Program.=^= Julian ordered. Dr. Crusher looked around wondering what he meant by that particular command. Suddenly, to her right, a shimmer solidified into a humanoid male figure in medical blue. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency.." she heard it say. The image turned and oriented on them, "Oh, you've retrieved our latest refugee... How is she?" Bashir bristled, "Why don't you ask her..?" with a little sting. "She is conscious." The EMH moved away unerringly with a new tricorder and an osmotic guage. He had bloodfluid readings to take on the Counselor.. "I am concerned with our more puzzling patient, Counselor Troi..." ::Who?! Oh my God...:: The red haired doctor emoted. Dr. Bashir pointed the way, guiding the shaken Beverly, after the departing EMH..... Troi was lying very still under the dim light. Crusher saw that she had been there a long time... But what puzzled Beverly the most, was that Deanna looked, somehow.....different... ------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Audio : Sound of a scanning bio probe. ****************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Smashing Physicians! Date: Wed, 31 May 2000 17:34:31 -0700 > > Troi was lying very still under the dim light. > Crusher saw that she had been there a long time... > But what puzzled Beverly the most, was that Deanna > looked, somehow.....different... Beverly was flabborgasted to say the least! "Deanna!" she called out, walking closer to Troi's limp body on the bio bed and leaning over her. "How did this happen? I saw her only a few hours ago on the Bridge of the Enterprise!" she was in a state of shock. "Oh dear...how was she found? The same as I? Concious and aware...or was she immediatly unconcious?" Beverly reached in to the pocket of her bright blue medical coat and found the tricorder she had in her pocket. ::Luckily!:: she thought because the instruments around this sickbay seemed a tad advanced, and she was used to the plain and simple. She ran it over Troi's body and studied the results, "I am detecting signs of elevated communication and activity in her brain. I am guessing this is due to what may be shock or a betazoid telecommunicational syndrome caused by great ammounts of fear or stress. I can treat her for the syndrome but the shock could mean a comma and it would be dangerous to try to pull her out of the comma when her brain way is emitting such high frequencies...". Beverly studied Troi then turned around to face Doctor Bashir, " Do you both have any conclusions or ideas as to what has caused this strain?" ~Beverly ************************************************************************ From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Janeway, my dear... Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 15:42:57 -0700 > One grimy hand wiping off mud from a delicate nose clinched it for > Kathryn, "Major Kira?! What are you doing here? I thought you > remained in your quarters after Q was confined on the bridge.."... The Intendant stood up and wiped the mud off of herself, but before reacting to Janeway's comment, she took a moment to admire the way she looked in mud. "Hmm...I rather like myself this way..." she muttered to herself while smiling. She soon returned to matters at hand... "I beg your pardon....but I am not the Kira Nerys I believe you are talking about.... althought...she is painstakingly beautiful..." she smiled, loving the fact she could say that about herself and not sound too conceated. "I am The Intendant she is the Major....although I'd be dissapointed if you didn't find the major intoxicating...I mean after all she is me...or the next best thing to me (see attached sound file!)...... I see you're wearing a star fleet uniform huh? Never did care for them myself...." she smiled down at her skin tight clothing. "Now, you wouldn't happen to have a Benjamin Sisko....around would you? Or that Worf fellow....? Ooo, Will Riker was a fun one too....and who might you be? " she said turning to the man she had just kicked away. "You look familiar..." she walked up to Kirk, leaning on his shoulder and nuzzling into his chest. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much..." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : The Intendant in dark silver lounging on cushions. Audio : Although I'd be disappointed if you didn't find the Major intoxicating . I mean, after all, she is me. Or the next best thing to me.. ************************************************************************* From: Myron Ojala Date: Wed May 31, 2000 1:05am Subject: Careful what you wish for. In the Alpha Quadrant Argus Array Supplemental: "It been three days of sensor data evaluation to determine if the wormhole generated by the array is stabilized by the new equations. I am quite confident that this experiment will be the breakthrough I've been hoping for.. " Out the far viewport window the event horizon glowed vivid purple and rose. The view would have been thoroughly breathtaking if not for the butterflies dancing in his stomach, " Oh,.. ah,.Start the initial countdown... ah, please." The shuttle's orienting instruments were easily responsive under his trembling fingertips. ::O.k., Reg. You can do this. Breathe... Just breathe.. Relaaxxxx.... Remember what Deanna taught you.. It's just a state of mind.:: Nervously, Lieutenant Reginald Barclay fidgeted at the helm of the Hawkins, monitoring the stabilization of the mouth of the new wormhole nearest his position. "I'm ready on this end." Reg said to his colleagues array bound. Suddenly, a massive beam of tetrion particles lanced out from the array striking the wormhole. Reg yelled, "Yess!!! I am now initiating Phase Two!! " The maw of the wormhole was flaming brightly now. The sensors showed the energy stream from the array had stabilized things well enough. Reg took her in. "Race you to the other side.." Barclay knew his merge lane into warp space was a novel, yet untried, idea. But all the specs were working out. He was confident. There was a jolt and everything changed. Suddenly, he was unable to stop his forward momentum. He was out of control! He screamed. All he saw was spinning clouds looming in the window. He was falling! ::It isn't possible:: he thought. ::Where did this planet come from? It is a class M...:: Then it was only a matter of seconds before he ran out of altitude. He had to do something NOW. "Computer! Emergency beam out to the surface. Nearest horizontal coordinates! Energize!" Then the world winked out. Sparkles. Then a scent of perfume?? "What?" He fell on something warm and soft and alive... with a hefty impact. His eyes focused. He lifted his head. Another pair opened just inches from his own. She moaned. Definitely awake. "Deanna?! How?--" Reg heard an authoritative outburst, "Would you mind getting off my patient. She can't breathe with you on top of her." Reg looked up without moving. It was an EMH. His EMH. "Oh, my God,.. I'm on Voyager...." And he fainted dead away... The hologram doctor replied, [ wav ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : A stuttering Barclay faces his one time project, the EMH. Audio : EMH- "Welcome to sickbay. Take a number." ****************************************************************** From : 'patti keiper' Subject : In Spock's Chamber.... Date : 1 June 2000 01:07:47 GST >The Intendant stood up and wiped the mud off of herself, >but before reacting to Janeway's comment, she took a moment to admire the >way she looked in mud. Kathryn couldn't help think that she had been dazed in the collision with Kirk. ::Who wouldn't be disgusted by being covered in slimy mud.:: >"I am The Intendant she is the Major....although I'd be dissapointed if >you didn't find the major intoxicating...I mean after all she is me...or >the next best thing to be ..... I see you're wearing a star fleet uniform >huh? Never did care for them > myself...." she smiled. She looked down at her skin tight clothing. ::Civilian. Got to be. :: came Janeway's next thought. She silently approved of Tuvok bringing a phaser to bear on this new "Intendant". Somehow, she felt dangerous. Powerful. And not in a good way.::Intended of what??:: Kathryn wondered. Harry was still tracking Kirk's flight into the tunnels to whereever he had left Spock on a tricorder. But she had to go after Kirk soon, They all did. The Enterprise captain was already almost a kilometer away from their current position. > "Now, you wouldn't happen to have a Benjamin Sisko....around would you? >Or that Worf fellow....?" ( the silver clad Bajoran demured.) Kathryn impatiently spoke, polite but rushed. Instinct made her offer just minimal information about herself and her situation, "There's no one here by those names...Ah,..Intendant,.. I'm a captain of a vessel which has been trapped in this region of space. Hello,..., ah, Intendant. I'm Kathryn Janeway.." she stuck out a hand and stealed herself for the Intendant's muddy grip in greeting. She was surprised when the Intendant held out her hand as if expecting it to be kissed. ::What the he--?!??!!:: Janeway firmly turned the gesture into a quick handshake, then released her. "Yes, well. Meet my officers and crewman, Harry Kim, Tuvok of Vulcan, Seven, Neelix, Tom Paris, the man who just exited was James Kirk. This, is a Learned One, a native who wished to help and that..." she indicated to an orange shadow on a rocky shelf near them. "...is Spot.." Purring herself, the Intendant saundered over to the feline and attempted to stroke him. "Reeoowwww!!!!! *Hiss* " Spot exclaimed and lashed out with a set of claws. He was hastily contained by the 8472's mental hold and Spot sank to his belly and he subsided into a moaning protest deep in his throat. Outwardly, he appeared calm. But his eyes were still angry. ::Bad woman.:: Spot insisted to the Speaker. ::She smells of a ship, laced in fear. Feels wrong somehow..:: Janeway got an abbrieviated version of Spot's thoughts from the 8472 as one fact. ::Strange ship in orbit.:: It offered. Janeway's eyebrows rose.. "I assume, Intendant, that your ship in orbit, is waiting for you to return? You're welcome to tag along with us. In fact, you may wish to. For you and your crew are now stuck in the Carousel Coordinate with us. A being named Q has some answers we need on this planet and we're trying to find him. I'd offer you a chance to clean up but I've a bit of a crisis here. One of my crewmen has just been attacked by the indigenous factions of this underground base here. I've got to go after him. Tag along if you wish but stay close. It could be dangerous." Janeway gestured curtly for the away team to move into Kirk's tunnel at an urgent pace. She subtly indictated to Tuvok to trail, keeping the Intendant ahead of him and his phaser set to stun. Harry's map led the way and the running was easy.. Everyone was moving silently even the Intendant, who chose to follow, not at all put out by the physical exertion. In fact, she seemed to enjoy the pace like a marathoner would. She was like iron. Several times, she stepped over dessicated Cleric bodies that showed up under flashlights like morbid signposts. They didn't even phase her. ::Odd.:: Janeway thought again. There was an unidentifyable scream from up ahead and all plastered tight to the wall. The inky blackness of their tunnel was suddenly, an asset. Harry hastily muted the audio on tricorder and they all inched forward. A few meters more and the air filled with the sound of voices and electronic machinery chatter. A strong light was coming from a room just ahead. Janeway gestured for half the away team to flank the other side of the entrance and wait for her signal to enter. Everyone had their weapons out and ready.. Janeway took a breath and lined up to grab a surveillance peek around the doorway's edge steathily. She heard Kirk's voice, speaking urgently to someone and then that strange scream once again. ::That's it!!:: Janeway decided and stuck her head around the corner. She came nose to nose with a pair of faces... --------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Seven and Janeway armed to the hilt in a yellow lit tunnel. Image : Animated gif of a purple reptilian Humanoid face glaring right at you. Image : Animated gif of Spock's face raising an eyebrow. *********************************************************** END WEEK THIRTEEN RECAP 6-01-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] WEEK FOURTEEN RECAP 06-02-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] *********************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Oops I Did It Again.... Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2000 14:18:55 -0500 Q looked at his two partners in crime and chuckled. He adored getting on Kathryn's bad side and the practical jokes were only just beginning. Suddenly he sensed something...different presenceses....the renegade Q...the presence was fleeting but there...and the El Aurulian. He would have to pay that meddlesome woman a personal visit. And also...the...it can't be ....the Borg. They were coming this way, a ship trapped in the vortex with them...cut off from the collective. Anything was possible now. Q quickly finished the modifications to his new equipment and motioned for Dax and K'Heyler to step closer to him on the modified transporter pad in the downed Delta Flyer. They were going in.... ***************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: It's the pelvic thrust that really drives them insane Date: Wed, 31 May 2000 13:52:55 -0500 This post is a collaboration with... oh, come on, take a wild guess.... *g* (Cat Cegla cegl0004@tc.umn.edu) %::That's it!!:: Janeway decided and stuck her head around %the corner. % %She came nose to nose with a pair of faces... % ::It's them!:: the captain thought, eyeing the two figures before her. One was the half-Klingon woman she had come to know as K'Ehleyr, the other the trill she now only called Dax. They smiled at her inigmatically, as if holding some hidden knowledge. She was about to ask them the thousands of questions on her mind when they spoke... in unison... in a language unknown to both her and her Universal Translator... It sounded remotely Klingon, but she could not wrap her mind around it. The Intendant beside her simply laughed. "What? What is it? Do you know what they said?" the captain demanded. "Dax, darling, it truly is a pleasure to see you again," the Intendant purred. "But why are you wearing that old body, and what in all of Bajor did you do to your hair?" The captain finally found her phaser and had it pointed at the two castaways before her. "I suggest you tell me what's going on," she said with a raised eyebrow. It was then that the forms before her flickered. Once, then twice, then they faded away. : :Holograms!:: "What did they say?" she asked the woman beside her once more. The Intendant laughed. "It's the language of the one with the forehead, but it's old. It roughly translates to 'Q, Q, he's our man. If he can't do it, no one can'." The startled look on the captain's face simply made her laugh all the harder. "Oh, I do think I like this place..." Far, far away from the current away team, hidden from sensors as they themselves scanned for the information they needed, the three castaways that had become 'Team Q' simply chuckled. Yet another false lead dear Janeway had fallen for. ************************************************************************* From: 'myron ojala' Subject: Gravity works!!! Oofff!!!! Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2000 14:28:31 PDT > Beverly studied Troi then turned around >to face Doctor Bashir, " Do you both have any conclusions >or ideas as to what has caused this strain?" Bashir answered Beverly's question, " Captain Janeway found her in a Federation shuttle craft, with all of her critical systems offline. Life support, barely minimum. She was the only survivor of the crew onboard, I'm afraid. She was beamed aboard in the midst of a confrontation with Q. She was hypoxic and unconscious but the EMH managed to bring her around. Later she fell into this coma you see now." Julian handed her a datapadd with Troi's case work to Beverly. "There was an attempt by someone from a deserted planet two weeks from here to communicate through a tetrion based communication beam. Captain Janeway was effected by it. She claimed to see a gecko, her spirit guide and her pet puppy, Molly from home. It was a warning beacon left by a race called the Learned Ones. One of the effects of it was that Janeway's brainwave patterns mirrored Troi's own. I still don't know what caused that or why." There was a bright flare of unexpected transporter activity right in front of them. A man in engineering gold appeared in mid air and dropped onto the biobed containing Troi.. Crusher saw the EMH step forward and say.. >"Would you mind getting off my patient. She can't breathe with > you on top of her." Beverly and Bashir rushed forward. Bev realized who this man was ::Barclay?!:: His full weight was on top of her friend. He mumbled something and blacked out. Now Troi had awakened!! ::Must have been the jolt of impact.:: Together, the three doctors maneuvered Reg onto a new biobed. The EMH returned to reassess Troi while Bashir and Crusher attended to Barclay. Beverly could not help glancing over at Troi.. Before she could ask, the EMH spoke up, "Don't celebrate too soon. She's conscious but totally catatonic. She won't be speaking any time soon. A minor improvement if you ask me. " Julian actually felt annoyance at the EMH's lack of tact and sensitivity. He said, " **see sound bite below** " Dr. Bashir scanned Lt. Barclay and found only traces of adrenalin levels . The reason why he fainted was clear. He had not expected to arrive here. That idea had a familiar ring to it. Julian placed a hypospray at the base Barclay's neck and administered a general stimulant. A moment later, Barclay blinked his eyes and noticed Beverly. His eyes grew to the size of watermelons, "I must be dreaming.. Please, tell me I-I'm dreaming.." Julian smiled encouragingly, "According to these readings, you are quite awake. You are where you appear to be." Barclay muttered, "I'm here. I'm really here. On Voyager.. Ah, ...can anyone tell me why?.." The EMH didn't even look up, "That would be the question of the hour, wouldn't it? Two words. Q's here. Everyone, meet Lieutenant Reginald Barclay. He's one of the designer's of my programming matrix. He was responsible for developing my interpersonal relationship skills...." "Did it work?" Reg asked meekly. Barclay paled again. "D-Did you say Q?" He had read all the mission logs and reports concerning the being known as Q. He was not looking forward to seeing him in person.. "Where's Troi? I remember seeing her...ah,.." "Over here. I'll be sure to tell her you just dropped by." The holodoc said. Barclay sat up to see her better. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Julian remarked, "If you are feeling better, we have a slight problem with this biomatter tachyon detector. We can't get it to operate properly. A nearby volcano is throwing off an electro magnetic field that's interferring with the ship's sensors and transporters. Communications are spotty as well. Our away team needs this to be functional." Reg thought for a moment and swung his legs over the edge of his bed, "There could b-be a problem the phase variance of the emitter tranducer.. Let me take a look.." Bashir and the EMH exchanged amused glances. Beverly moved over to Troi's side, feeling mixed emotions. Troi did not appear to recognize her at all. She just stared at the ceiling without reaction. =^=Sickbay to bridge.=^= Julian hailed. =^=Torres here, doctor. What's new?=^= =^=We have a new arrival, Lieutenant Barclay. His engineering abilities are without fault, so the EMH claims.. Need a hand up there?=^= B'Elanna sat straighter in the center seat, =^= Sure. Send him on up. There's a new development happening with the away team. It's not good.=^= Barclay shot for the door, all business, =^=I'm on my way.=^= He glanced over his shoulder, "No need to show me. I know Voyager like the back of my hand. Nice to see you again Dr. Crusher.. And... thankyou, doctor. Doctors..... Keep me, ah,... informed about the Counselor... I am worried about her. She means alot to me...." Reg left for the bridge. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Audio : Bashir-- Now that I'm here, why would you need an archaic piece of software like him? *************************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] I tell ya Janeway Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2000 15:56:40 -0700 The Intendant sighed when Dax dissapeared "Well then....leave it to her to miss out on all the fun....I would really love to stay and chat...but this little seriousness from you all is getting a little too boring for me. I am off to find my way back to well....civilization and perphaps my ship. But first I need to find my comm badge. It fell off..." The Intendant waved and smiled, walking up to Janeway and leaning next to her ear, "Say...if you're interested...there's a milkbath in my chambers..." she snickered and walked off with a toss of words over her shoulder, "Think about it...". With that, the Intendant began a journey back to that cave she had been meaning to get to, with high hopes that she could brew some problems for the crew.... ******************************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] I say darling! Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2000 15:49:45 -0700 > you again Dr. Crusher.. And... thankyou, doctor. > Doctors..... Keep me, ah,... informed about the > Counselor... I am worried about her. She means > alot to me...." > > Reg left for the bridge. Beverly watched the wishy-washed Barclay bolt for the bridge. She giggled slightly then turned back to the matter at hand. Troi. With a calm and soothing voice, Beverly spoke "Deanna....Deanna it's Beverly...if you can hear me please give me a sign...". Deanna's eyelashes fluttered, bringing a great smile to Beverly's lips, "That means she can hear us, only she can't communicate! Oh Deanna...you're going to be ok...don't worry...you're in good hands now!". Beverly walked over to the counsol and turned to look at the EMH asking for silent approval to use his equiptment. After a slight nod from him, Beverly let her fingers dash over the controls on the counsol quickly, trying to locate an appropriate stimulant boost. "Computer...what is Troi's rate of reaction to stimulant 4693?" (SEE SOUND FILE HERE) Beverly growled slightly under her breath and continued on her gentle study of lifesigns. She looked up at Doctor Bashir, "I think we can make a progress now...I know how to stimulate her nerve senses to break her away from paralization. But I will need your h....." a sudden sweep of dizzyness took over Beverly, making her trip over her own legs and tumble backwards slightly. She shook it off and hoped no one had seen it, then continued "help in the matter. If that's ok with you Doctor Bashir....and EMH whats your name...". ~Beverly Crusher ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachment) Audio : Computer- That is not a valid question... Beverly- Like hell it's not... *********************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Word to the unwise. Date: Sat, 03 Jun 2000 01:12:12 SCT >"Think about it...". With that, >the Intendant began a journey back to that cave she had been meaning to >get to, with high hopes that she could brew some problems for the crew.... The Intendant left after that parting shot. Janeway and the away team had just realized that Dax and K'Ehleyr and been Q induced holograms. Now, they were dealing with Spock and the strange blue alien the Voyager captain had really been facing before the holographic projection. The Intendant had barely gone a hundred meters back down the tunnel when she encountered her combadge glinting in the light. But it wasn't coming from the floor. It was coming from about waist height. ::???:: The Intendant was puzzled. But she walked forward to recover it. "Going somewhere?" A soft voice asked, cheshire like. The Intendant snapped into a crouch and looked around in alarm. Her combadge glinted again,.. and it was suddenly in a hand, belonging to a long robed woman in a matching hat. It was Guinan.. Guinan studied the Intendant carefully, holding out the combadge to her. When the Bajoran reached for it, she pulled it away. "You don't feel right.. You belong somewhere else. I don't know if I care for this feeling I get from you.." She tossed the badge to the other woman,... "Keep this in mind,.. Return to your ship and crew... But Janeway and her away team are under my protection and one other who is more powerful than both of us, the Speaker. Watch what you do.. Be assured that I will be watching you. " The Intendant didn't say much and circled a wide berth around Guinan. She smiled disarmingly and continued down the tunnel to her beam up point. Guinan called after her, not following, "You'll be back.. There's no other way out of this Carousel Coordinate. Janeway and her away team are on the right track to finding the exit.. We all have to work together. You'll see..." ********************************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Word to the unwise. Date: Fri, 2 Jun 2000 15:50:11 -0700 The Intendant mocked Guinan as she walked away and as she heard the woman's "you'll see" she spun around and placed a hand on her hip, "Oh will I?" she snickered and smiled the glorious full toned smile of a Bajoran woman. "Well please don't worry your little *hat* about me...we wouldn't want the both of you to get all choked up..." she smiled politely then turned her grin to a sarcastic seriousness "And dear...I don't need to see anything..." with that she dissapeared into a shimmering light. Upon her ship she transported to the coordinates of Voyager. She was more then a little curious of who else had ended up here. ~Intendant ************************************************************************ From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Rebound Date: Mon, 05 Jun 2000 00:30:53 SCT >Upon her ship she transported to the coordinates of Voyager. >She was more then a little curious of who else had ended up >here. The Speaker sensed a change in the Home's shell. Voyager was detecting an attempt at a beam in. IT knew the Home's shields would block the signal in a few moments. But the Speaker was very curious. #Whatis? This is? Not a Home Othermind reachings here.# The 8472 reached and grabbed the energy surrounding the new arriving disembodied Othermind. The Speaker carried the beam containing the Intendant to it's own living ship's cargo hold in Fluidic Space. There, IT let her form back into existence. IT made sure that she was alone. This new Othermind smelled of an Otherdimension IT had never scented before when she finally coalesced. Her mind was receptive however, and the Speaker spoke with the Intendant through an eye wall connection showing ITself from IT's place on Voyager's bridge. #Yous are not from heres. I sees your Homeship and your's crews. I's on this Shell's bridge lets you passes not. Yous are in the now, on my "ship" for a mindtalk.. yesss?? The leader woman, I tells yous, the "B'Elana", has obstructed all reachings-beamings in from notHome Othermind peoples.. Knows this, Othermind-that-scents-not-here, that I's am teeth for Voyager and her Peoples. Yous must prove kin to me and they's to board. Or I allows not..# The Intendant looked around herself. That deep voice was in her head. This strange cargo hold around her was living and organic flesh,.. not artificial. She could feel its sentience all around her.She realized that this Speaker being was intimately linked with the mind of this living vessel .. A powerful ally indeed, Janeway had forged. Another shock, she still had communcation with her own ship. Her transceiver's light was blinking comforting pulses. Then the mindspeak flared again. It was loud but did not hurt. The 8472 offered, # I lets yous go in the soon to be. I first's restores yous..# There was a peach flare. The Intendant was no longer soiled and dirty.. even the cuts and bruises she received from the small rockfall in the cave-in had been healed. Only her skin tingled to show she had even been effected at all. Then she saw an image of the voice's owner appear on the eyewall over her head. It was a creature she had never encountered before. #I works with the "Janeway" for egress from this place, the away-from-the-seas, that holds us. Knows this, Yous and your Home's peoples will find no harbor in the Black here. The badthing waves are storming Everyplace. I knows only One safe waytogo visible. On the rockplace below.The tasting distantmind, "Q" has thingses we's needs. The "away-Peoples" hunt to get theses in the now. I sees no other path. I sees now more..You will joinses us in the hunt in the soon after, Other placemind.. Mindthink a kinbond with US for the not yet now, Otherplacemind. # The Intendant felt herself wink out from her aborted attempt to transport to Voyager. She was plunked down on her own ship, onto her own cabin cushions near her servant's heads. They immediately crouched down in abeyance, one offered grapes and the other incense, both dripping fear. In annoyance, she kicked the food tray away and stormed back to her own bridge to take account of what had just happened to her. Unseen by all, Guinan watched from an outer window in one of the living ship's pods.. backlit by the eerie purple glow of the Coordinate Trap surrounding her. It's flesh was undetectable by all the Intendant's ship's sensors.. She, like the Speaker, wanted to befriend this mysterious dictator in their midst. -------------------------------------------------------- On the bridge of Voyager, the 8472 relayed what it had learned about the presence of the Intendant and her ship to the "B'Elana" and the new Otherthing, the "Barclay" guarding there. And it released to the "Janeway" what had transpired. Then it felt one of the Coolminds had awakened. It was the "Troi". She was only in the half now. The 8472 reached with IT's mind to sickbay and tried to Mindspeak,..and IT unintentionally Reached the "Crusher" and this peoples wavered, almost losing her balance. >.I know how to stimulate her nerve senses to break her >away from paralization. But I will need your h....." a sudden >sweep of dizzyness took over Beverly, making her trip over >her own legs and tumble backwards slightly. She shook it off and hoped no >one had seen it, then continued,... IT steadied her and waited until Beverly pulled back her orientation to herself. Mindspeak was only possible if this "doctor" allowed IT inside.. ------------------------------------ (attachment) Image : A dark blue nebula and stars. ********************************************************* From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Intendant sits Date: Sun, 4 Jun 2000 15:18:06 -0700 > Unseen by all, Guinan watched from an outer window > in one of the living ship's pods.. backlit by the > eerie purple glow of the Coordinate Trap surrounding > her. It's flesh was undetectable by all the Intendant's > ship's sensors.. She, like the Speaker, wanted to > befriend this mysterious dictator in their midst. The Intendant tapped her fingers on the arm of her chair. "What in the hell is the meaning of all of this security to Voyager? I thought that Janeway character was allowing transport. " she growled then stood up and paced the bridge. "I am not going to help them...why should I? I just want the hell out of here, " she snarled now walking at a faster pace, "And now look...my happiness is being disturbed...". The Intendant was at a loss of what to do and she was frankly a little concerned at all of the things that had happened. And who was this Guinan woman? "Ensign....send up one of my Terans...thanks...". She sat down placing a hand to her mouth and gently nibbling on the nail of her smallest finger. Soon a young Teran woman appeared on the bridge and sat down on a cushion beside the Intendant's chair, taking the Intendant's free hand in hers and rubbing her face on it. This involked nothing from the Intendant but a slight smile and then an utter blank look as she wondered what would happen next. ~Intendant ************************************************************ From: "patti keiper" Subject: Sheep in Wolf's clothing... Date: Sun, 04 Jun 2000 18:38:46 PDT >I know how to stimulate her nerve senses to break her away >from paralization. But I will need your h....." a sudden sweep of >dizzyness took over Beverly, making her trip over her own legs and >tumble backwards slightly. She shook it off and hoped no one had seen >it, then continued "help in the matter. If that's ok with you Doctor >Bashir....and EMH whats your name...". The EMH was so focused on reading his file that he almost missed The Enterprise doctor's symptom. "I have no name being just a program,...however,.. I had almost decided on choosing Smalih-- Are you fatigued, Doctor? If so, we can show you to your quarters and continue this in the morning. It is 03:37 your time..." Bashir looked up too, from his computer terminal in profession attention. Beverly shook her head in an I'm-fine way and indicated him to continue with his thoughts on Troi. So the two doctors took her word on her current condition and continued on their observations. It was decided that Troi be allowed to sit up in her bed in a protective restraining field to keep her from falling. An intravenous feeling tube was started and Crusher began to outline her plan of breaking Troi out of her fugue to a datapadd to download into the sickbay computers. The computer was ordered to notify them of any change in the counselor's condition and the three of them went to the messhall for some food and coffee. They saw Naomi Wildman, by the cooking counter. The EMH waved and she waved back before continuing to serve trays out to Voyager crew in line. It seemed to be that the recovered crew was now hungry.. Bashir grabbed a sandwich and coffee and Crusher did the same. Of course, the EMH did not need to eat so he just sat.. and peered about the room, checking up on his former patients while they, too, ate. Bashir was glad for the respite from sickbay and ate eagerly. Dr. Crusher wondered about her dizziness in between slips of coffee. ::What was that all about? I could've sworn I heard something in my head.:: --------------------------------------------------------------- "Spock? Are you all right? " Janeway asked when she got a grip on herself after the holoimages faded away. He appeared unharmed albeit a bit rumpled from his adventure. He nodded in his usual Vulcan way. Kirk, next to him appeared equally unalarmed. "Well, what was that scream we all heard? It sounded like Spock.." the Voyager captain wanted to know. The Blue Faced Learned One spoke up at her side, "Forgive me , captain. But that was all an illusion. Our historical database player often includes the image of their viewer audience members when outlining a particular aspect or point. Spock's vocal pattern was adopted in a recreation of a failed time transit attempt of a clergy from two hundred years ago. It was strictly a recreation of an historic event. No one was harmed. Err, that's not precisely true, Spock was mistaken for a vandal and jumped by one of our young guards when he was found fiddling with the library records terminal. That youngster has been sounded punished.. However, I am at a loss about that last set of projections... must've been a system glitch.." ::Oh, if only you knew my friend.:: Janeway said remembering her surprise at seeing a transformed Dax and K'Ehleyr before her. Janeway regarded this new being in a new light. He seemed like any typical librarian from any Federation world she could think of. She relaxed,. "Thank you for allowing us in here,...Gentlebeing..??" "Oh, ah, Prefect, Captain Janeway, Prefect would do nicely.. I already know who you all are.. another trait of the database. And I know you wish to explore the Node further to find your way out of the Shield Nebula, or the Carousel Coordinate as you so call it.. I'll allow it. But there are miscreants here and may cause you trouble." the old Prefect grinned through his blue wrinkles. He went on to share the whole purpose of this particular room. How they activated the old timedoor just enough to resonate a radioactive resonance that reflected back from every clergy body on the planet. One by one, their old dead were conveyed back to the Learned One Library to be afforded honorable burials. ::It's much like recovering MIA's in wartime years later:: Janeway thought. Then he shared news that was not quite so benign. Data had been found. Deactivated and partially disassembled. It was quickly arranged to have him brought to Voyager. B'Elanna was notified and Barclay, too. It would be a side project of theirs to reactivate him and learn what had happened. The Prefect went on to show them all the artifacts in the room and what atrocities their Gods had committed against his people once the sad Q had joined them in the heavenship.. One statue was glowing strangely with a greenish light.. It was a representation of the Borgified Q holding a Borg Sphere.. Harry asked about it.. The Prefect shrugged his stooped shoulders and said, "Don't know exactly... older stories say it is an Eyestone. It supposedly showed the clergy when a GOD was near them...." ------------------------------------------------------------ Fifteen minutes later, all things were arranged. The librarian Learned Ones would stay friendly and help the Voyager crew as best as they could should they meet up once more in the tunnels while on their body recovery assignments. The away team was notified by the Speaker of all that had transpired with the Intendant. And Tuvok chose to remain behind to learn more. He reassured Janeway that he would return to the ship as soon as he learned anything useful and relay it back to the away team through the Speaker's link. The away team was moving through the tunnels leading toward a single glowing spot indicated by Q's tricorder map. It marked a bunker of some kind.. It was labeled,..ironically, "Here there be dragons..." ::Hmph,..:: Janeway reasoned. These Learned Ones, as yet, were far from being dragons.. More like salamanders.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Janeway and Harry with thoughtful expressions. Image : Two peeling, Learned One young. ********************************************************************** END WEEK FOURTEEN RECAP 06-06-2K voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] WEEK FIFTEEN RECAP 06-07-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ********************************************* De : "Crystal-Lee" Objet : Re: [voyagerliveaction] A trip to the Messhall Date : Sun, 4 Jun 2000 23:33:53 -0700 Beverly Crusher took a nibble from the corner of her sandwhich but then returned it to it's place on the plate before her and did the same after a sip of coffee. "I think this is a lovely ship you have here...Voyager. I bet Jean Luc would love to see this...or even Will Riker! Although he would want to see it more for the ladies on board. " she smiled and felt an odd memory come to her head of when Odan (??) was trasferred to Riker's body. It just wasn't the same. She left her slightly touched sandwhich and coffee and leaned back in her chair studying the various things going on around. A young ensign dropped her plate and in clattered to the foot of a more prominent vulcan character. Through all of the things she observed she couldn't help let her mind wander back to Troi's condition. Her and Deanna were like sisters. She didn't want anything to happen to her... Beverly stood up and excused herself from the table, "If you both don't mind....I'd like to go back and check on Counselor Tr...." she suddenly toppled foreward landing in to the table there. "What the....", placing a hand on her forehead she managed to steady herself and bid the two Doctors a fairwell before heading for the door at a slight unsteadyness. ~Bev ************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] I saw the sign..... Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2000 12:09:13 PDT On the bridge... Barclay and B'Elanna were hard at work.. Data's parts were a little more sophisticated then she might have liked. Yet Reginald had surprised her once again.. He had studied this android and knew his operating specs and apparatus almost as well as he knew Voyager's! Torres had used "conn officer's discretion" and turned the upper deck of the bridge into a temporary workshop of sorts for Data's be