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 cabi