From the Theater Creator.. Oh gentle thespian who loves a good Trek read once in a while. You've hit a mecca of canon (True to Television series facts and characters) fan fiction. This is the second showing of a Voyagerliveaction adventure from Hollywood Images, Inc. http://www.geocities.com/voyagerliveaction Graphic Site. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/voyagerliveaction Writer's Site. Voyagerliveaction--A Live Theater Trek Story co-written by fans on a live email yahoogroups site. Nothing is preplanned, nothing rehearsed, This is true live theater with words. The storyline which developed took many honors in fan fiction realms abroad. 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 TWO, now just completed as of 31 Dec 2001. If you like what you see here when you are done,year ONE is also completed in yet another story for a satisfying read. Or, best of all, you can shape our third adventure, 2002, with us afterwards. 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 73 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. :) We are 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 :) Welcome to Year TWO... See you Shipside. =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =^= Let the "Play" begin.. :) =^= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= YEAR TWO VoyagerliveactionTrekTheaterFanfic2001- The second Year Story. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- WEEK ONE RECAP 01-08-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} ************************************************ From: "Charles Geise" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Voyager Live Action 2001 - Introduction Date: Sun, 7 Jan 2001 00:03:01 -0600 http://www.egroups.com/message/voyagerliveaction/1158 VOYAGER LIVE ACTION - 2001 In the empty blackness of space it traveled. Following its course through the galaxy. Was this a conscious entity, or just a cosmic mistake? Seventy-eight years ago it made contact with the transport ship Lakul and its sister ship and had absorbed the life-force image of the personnel of each ship, as well as that of the NCC-1701-B on a rescue mission. Their life signs were phased in and out of our space-time continuum and entered the entity. Proceeding onward toward a destination only it knew about, for a purpose unknown, over unmeasured time. The Nexus folded in upon itself and, then emerged and penetrated farther into what some races called the Delta Quadrant. A lone ship was making its way through the endless night with a sense of purpose. It was alone among the stars. NCC 74656 Voyager, and the Nexus dwarfed it by light years in size. Without warning, they were caught in the gravimetric pull and the tiny ship was tossed. If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Voyager would have been lost. Before the ship was almost torn apart by the turbulent forces of the ribbon, the crew's shadows had also joined the population of what was now known as the Nexus. Leaving those truly real, but identical to themselves, to return to normal space. Folding upon itself, it jumped many light years ahead. With this leaping action, it continued at a speed much faster than light to the Alpha Quadrant and the populated systems there. The Defiant was on a deep space exploration and trade mission when they came upon this entity. They narrowly evaded the ribbon, taking much damage. As the fortunate Defiant limped back to DS9, the Nexus continued its journey penetrating farther into the Alpha Quadrant. What was its purpose? Why was it seeking out star ships? How many other ships from other systems had the Nexus assimilated, and how many escaped the mighty destructive forces of this monstrosity. Even the shadow souls contained in its ether universe didn't know. They could not know, captivated by either perpetual eternal joy or hell as their thoughts compelled them to feel and experience, each in their own dream world, utterly timeless. The explosion, caused by Dr. Soran of the Armagosa Star had altered its direction once more and sent it toward for the Veridian system. From there to the unknown. End Introduction ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: An iridescent ribbon of peach plasma energy in deep space. Image : The Enterprise B being hit by this ribbon nexus. *animated Movie* Voyager being carried away by the Nexus, dangerously out of control. Image: A close up of the Nexus in front of two planets in the Alpha Quadrant. Image: The Defiant letting loose weapons fire inside the Nexus region. ************************************************************************ From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: Our story begins..... Date: Sun, 07 Jan 2001 23:06:39 -0600 "Personal log, Voyager slowly makes her way across the vast distance between herself and home. Crew morale has been up recently, according to Mr. Neelix." =^=Captain to the bridge=^= :: A captain's work is never done.:: =^= I'm on my way =^= Kathryn replied with a heavy sigh. As she made her way towards the bridge, Voyager suddenly lurches, throwing her forward into a passageway wall. :: What the H#ll! :: She thought. She rushed on towards the bridge and strode around to stand directly in front of the view screen. There she saw an orange wave of energy coming at them at full speed. There was no way around it. It was coming too fast to try and maneuver. Suddenly it was there. With a huge electric pop and blinding flash Janeway was home. She wore normal clothes, no starfleet uniform. Kathryn was on a vacation. She laughed as she watched Mark play with Molly on the sandy beaches surrounding them. The sun was starting to go down, and it was painting the bright blue sky glorious shades of orange and purple and pink. :: What a perfect day :: Janeway thought as Molly came bounding up to her. "Hi Molly! Are you having fun?" Kathryn asked her Irish Setter as she playfully scratched behide Molly's ears. The vacationing captain watched Mark try to skip stones across the glass like surface of the water. "Mark" she said "I think we should get going before it gets any darker don't you?" As Mark came walking towards her, another bright flash and they were there, Kathryn was once again on the bridge of her ship, and then, she wasn't. Each thought seemed to send her to another place, but not to her, each reality WAS real. She had no concept of what was happening to her, or her crew. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Kate Mulgrew leaning on a white pillar by the seashore in a black minidress. ******************************************************************** From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] These Precious Days... Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2001 21:33:38 -0000 "All Hands Brace For Impact!" Sisko shouted, as the Defiant tried desperately to evade the ribbon... The phenomenon on the viewscreen.....twisting and shaking for the energy contained within..... As the shields flared, as a console exploded, as the hull strained... Captain Benjamin Sisko stood, quickly assessing the situation. Sisko ordered a warp speed, and heading, and continued on with his life... For another Sisko, there was blackness... ------------------------------------ The sound of laughter. It was like a breath of fresh air....radiating calm. And for a moment, Benjamin Sisko was able to loose himself, in the swirling clouds of Bajor. Benjamin Sisko , not Captain...Emissary, or Chef, just Benjamin Sisko. As he lay, face up, on this grassy hill, the laughter deepened as it's source, a heavily pregnant Cassidy Yates, arrived. Collapsing onto the bank, beside him, she rested her head next to his, and the two lay in silence for several minutes. There was no idle conversation to detract from the scene before them. And after a few minutes of silence, the two stood up, hand in hand. A moment of shared understanding, and a moment of shared comprehension. Ben was almost getting used, to the time he had with the beautiful enigma that was Cassidy Yates, the beautiful enigma that was his wife, of several years. The two approached the wooden building, their house, their home. Stepping inside, Cassidy immediately aimed for the bathroom, kicking the door shut. Sisko chuckled and moved toward the window, checking the clock, he had built. The shimmering figure appeared, and solidified into Jake Sisko. Cassidy emerged, and padded toward him. The two embraced. As the sun began to set, Ben took in the scene. So often, in his life, he had lived for the next moment. It was so easy to miss them. ------------------------------- Quark threw his baseball 'cap' onto the grass. Simulated freshly cut. Sisko leapt from the batting cage, and sped round the 'square'. Quark had been pessimistic, as Worf managed to pick up the baseball after it landed just short of the boundary. This was when Sisko had just reached the third base. As cries were let out, some in favour of Ben, some screeching at Worf to throw! As Worf prepared to throw....Sisko did the only thing he could do, he leapt for the final base Flying through the air, to impact with his shoulder firmly onto the grass...where, to the protests of his shoulders, he continued to skid. Skimming across the base. The cheering that went up electrified the Captain.....as he turned his head, to be lifted up by the cheering niner's..... From that, he estimated that he'd been successful.... #Game to Niner's# the computer announced, ending the program. Sisko let himself be carried out...and deposited back in quarks, to sit at the head of the table.... Everyone was here, Jadzia, Odo, Kira, Worf, even Quark! All cheering, smiling...enjoying themselves. The Family that was. ----------------- Benjamin leapt onto the beach towel, to protect himself from the burning sand. "Hey!" the woman, who had occupied the towel cried. The woman who had occupied the towel......Jennifer. ------------------ Ben hadn't noticed the changes before, from one scene to the next, from one time to the next, but the first transition he had noticed. Back aboard the Defiant, a time that was definitely 'past' that was something that had happened.....something that couldn't be changed. A Memory. **************************************************************************** From: "robert catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] story line Date: Mon, 08 Jan 2001 23:39:39 -0000 Worf standing by the defiants weapon console, responed to sisko orders to engage shields then all went black. When he awaken to the bright sun of earth, back in the acadmey. Still sore from the first day of hand to hand combat training. Smiling as he remenber the broken nose he have given the instructor that day. ______________ all of the sudden he is on the Enterprise with Picard Congratulating him for winning the 1st place prize in hand to hand combat tournament. ________________ Worf Started to feel somthing wrong, but dismiss the felling. as he walk around the bridge of the enterprise. look up at the viewer and saw the ribbon. :this remind me of something, but what: he walk off the bridge to go to his quaters. ******************************************************************* From: Lil Sister Date: Tue Jan 9, 2001 3:03am Subject: The Place of Angels The space in the sky was golden. He felt ties still with his brother. "I forgive you for fighting me Data. For being weak, I am defeated." Lor shouted out loud. It was the pullings of the tranzportor that had finally ended him. But he was not deaktivated as he should. The light was a sun over the desert and he lie there, mostly in the sands. Lor rose to his feet and felt his torn not real skin from where his brother had last struck him a blow on the ship. ::Where is this place? How can I not be returned to the stars as the energy from the tranzportor pads? He had defeated me.:: The robotic man knew none of these things and he gained legs to stand there. The golden sky was still in his eyes but the sun did not hurt him. ::I am not on a land. This place is differenting to me.:: He turned and an oasis was behind him and in it was his lab from the final place he had been. The ones of single mind, his army band of Borg were no longer there. Lor went into the building to mend his tearing and was amazed that the right tool and the right thing needed was there under his touch without his thinking. ::It is all I require. How is this so?:: The evil chip in his head came out easilly and another that had not ever been before rested in his palm from the stand. "My emotions chip. It is the one Soonge wanted to make for my brother, but it is now changed to make me well. I have always wanting this." The pain and the blacknessing in his heart was no longer was being, the moment Lor replaced the gift chip given him. The jungle animals around the lab, their voices in the now night, soothed Lor as he did not know them to ever do before. He was alone and it was good. He looked at all of the things in the lab that were made just for him and he felt wonder. ::I am no longer in madness with my brother at my throat. My new chip is right and I am how I should be in this place. But where is here?:: Lor searched the sky with the long distance seer. But he only saw his own face in another seer looking back at him through the lenz in the night clouds. ::I am in the place of the angels. What I wish is granted here. I am alone yet I am happy. I must find why this is so at once.:: The made man's artifichal naturings rose curiosity. There was no place of angels he knew. Not in the real All. So he would find its name and others who were here as him. He had no doubt of that thinking. A wishing place was not whole without peoples. So Lor would find them and tell them of the healings he knew the golden space could now do. He packed a desert bundle and went toward the moon, walking. The new chip he had put inside his mind was gentling. He felt no regrettings in his heart or anger against his brother for damaging him and trying to tranzportor his body into nothing. He knew Data was acting for his shipmate peoples then, fearing for their safeties. Lor came upon a pool of water under the moon. It was not a reflection of himself or the golden light. This was differenting. In it, he saw stars caught in a flowing fire. ::What is this? That out there is a ribbon wave I don't know. Something is traveling there catching all the suns. Am I seeing trully? Is this desert and lab of mine inside? Is this place of angels the fire I am seeing in the waters?:: Lor cried out when he knew a seeings of a ship there in the sight inside the pool. It was an Earth peoples vessle. A new one like his brother's ship, the enterprize. Yet it was not. Lor focused his eyes on it and it was then closer as he wished so he could touch the metal with a palm. He saw it was caughting in the fire. It was words there that named the ship. The Defeant. Lor went inside the pool and so he was inside now, this ship of new peoples still fighting the fires. Still new to them. He was on a bridge and he saw the commanding man there. His skin was as dark as his was light. "I am Lor. I come from the place of angels that is inside this fire. Do not be afraids. You will not be returned to nothingness. Just want everything to be at peace and it will come." The commanding man was shaken and puzzled by Lor's clothes that spoke of the same place he knew. The Federation. And he was surprised by Lor's nature of being an artifichal man. Then Data's brother heard another man called this leader Sisko. Lor held out the friendship touching. "I know your peoples. And I know we should be finding more of them. This place is not in the stars we know. Sisko..Let us find out why together." ************************************************************ From: "patti keiper" Subject: Where there's smoke, there's fire.... Date: Tue, 09 Jan 2001 09:26:24 She was relaxed in her quarters practicing what she had learned from Tuvok just the night before. ::I will light that candle.:: she said through a tightening mouth. But the impressions from the crew surrounding her broke Kes's concentration and she resorted to lighting her meditation candle the old fashioned way, with a tazer. She laughed and waved the lights a little brighter in her quarters. She crossed her legs in a way Chakotay had shown her that he used on vision quests and the position gave her physical support that she needed to relax further. Kes closed her eyes once more to begin her next exercise. *Beep.* =^=Neelix to Kes. Sweetings? I- I hope I am not disturbing you but you know these Earth people's recipes so much better than I do.. eh..eh.. Naomi Wildman is here asking for an omelet and the captain is due down here with the commander in a few minutes and I want to have their breakfasts ready in time.. Can I persuade you to come down to the galley? It- it won't take long. I set up the back storage area here with another of your meditation candles and you can just continue where you left off....a- as soon as you're finished. =^= Kes dropped her head and smiled to herself at Neelix's delivered message over the comm system. No doubt the Dante's inferno surrounding Neelix's stove was alarming the crew again. She tapped her own combadge =^=I'll be right there Neelix. Expect me in five minutes. I've things to gather up here.=^= =^=Thanks, sweetings. *chuckle* Eh, I'm sure the captain, the commander and little Naomi here will appreciate anything you can do. I know I do.=^= Kes laughed and spoke into the connection, ::Samantha's little girl is there too?:: =^=Expect me sooner. Kes out.=^= The young Ocampa was feeling good. Ship's supplies were well stocked from Voyager's last stop over just this side of the Nekrit Expanse. And her studies with the EMH were going well. She was learning her emergency medical training quickly in her new capacity as the doctor's assistant. ::Now, let's hope I don't have to use it often..:: she mused seriously. Kes stood and left her Quarters after blowing out the candle. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Kes pace down the hall with her arms thoughtfully behind her back and she thought about this crew she now journeyed with. ::Everyone has been so kind to me. And to Neelix. And there's this wonderful ship with all of its technology made open to us.I owe Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay alot for sharing her ship and her people with us so openly, offering us a home. :: Kes didn't regret her decision to throw in her lot with these lost journeyers and adopt them as her own family. Their warm and caring natures still strong after so much adversity was an inspiration to her. She thought of all the people she had met so far. The affiable Harry Kim,who was actually twenty three to her three years who seemed most like her in youthful abandon. He was dedicated to the ship and its captain and,like Kes, wanted to show usefulness to the point of over eagerness. Now the ship's engineer, still frightened Kes a tiny bit with her fierce loyalty and frequent angry outbursts . Kes had watched this woman of the race Klingon suffer the changing over of her Maquis crewmates to the Federation way of thinking. Torres had now been the ship's engineer for seven years, and she did her job well. ::I wish I could be like her. So confident and knowledgable.:: Kes sighed. ::I wish we could be off duty friends as well as co-crew." Then her meandering thoughts considered Tom Paris, the yellow haired helmsman who piloted the ship. She knew Harry and he were inseparable, Harry adopting the ex-con in spite of repeated attempts on the part of the Lieutenant to push the Ensign away. ::I think their friendship is going to prove to be lifelong. I can see Tom at Harry's wedding as best man and vice versa.:: She remembered the concert they were at the night before. Tom had dropped everything in the holodeck, (his project as a grease monkey working on something called a Mustang.) to attend the Ensign's recital at the ship's first talent night to hear his friend play the clarinet very badly. ::Now that's friendship.:: They even enjoyed the captain's performance in a ballet called the Dying Swan dance. She looked very athletic and elegant to all their eyes. Kes recalled the helmsman's expression as Kes shared her own talent contribution on stage as a harlequin from Earth's old royal courts. She juggled fire and spheres and tumbled a bit like a gymnast. His eyes twinkled and he had intercepted one of her spheres from midair from his place in the front row. He returned it , of course, immediately, but not before he thoroughly studied the amused indignation on her face in minute detail. He had closed her fingers around the sphere and kissed her hand genteely. Kes was surprised by the gesture, but later, Captain Janeway had told her that the nobleman from the time Kes's harlequin act had come from, always greeted the ladies of the era in that manner. But Kes wasn't so sure Tom was merely acting out a scene.. He had seemed so....genuine. ::I wonder how Neelix would react to that?:: Kes said presumptiously to herself in her head. ::Is Tom attracted to me?:: Kes really didn't know. After all, she was only three. Soon, Kes was there in the messhall. It didn't take long for her to find the proper recipe for Neelix and his omelets and to say hello to Naomi. The smoke cleared out easily too, Kes had long since learned how to get the air ventilation systems in the galley to obey her computer commands with alacrity. She hugged the little girl and rescued a flaming pan of Ieolo root and egg from the bunsen burner before the substitute "cheese" scorched. "Oh, Neelix. You're trying too hard. Here... Earth omelets need low heat to melt. Did you forget that already? Oh! And did you get the captain's coffee thermos set? I'm about ready to head for the bridge and the captain likes her coffee by ten o'clock everyday." "I haven't forgotten, sweetings! It's over there by the bowl of fruitpods." Neelix said behind a column of clearing smoke and cooking vapors. Kes turned and spied the slender silver coffee container next to the vivid sky blue and orange striped Dresky pods in the big bowl on the countertop. Naomi giggled at the sight of Neelix's arms sticking out of the smoke still flipping omelets without the benefit of a head and body. Neelix sighed, "I think I've bitten off more than I can chew, Kes taking on the galley duties. These Earth recipes are fascinating but oh, so, challenging.. Did you know they have a dish called french fries where they cut their potato roots into little sticks and deep fry them in hot plant extract oil? They're funny looking that way but they're delicious! Have one.. Eh, Ensign Ballard had a craving so I cooked these for her." Another arm reached through the smoke and handed out two frenchfries. Naomi took one and Kes the other. The pale color was unusual as well as the seasoning that bit down. "It's called salt." Neelix said, already guessing her next question. "It's a mineral that humans derive from distilled ocean water. They once used salt in bars as money at one time." Kes's eyes opened in amazement and she finished her french fry. "If you're set here, Neelix. I'll go take this, " she grabbed up the captain's thermos, "To Captain Janeway." "Sure thing, sweetness. I think Naomi and I have a handle on breakfast now. See you at dinner at 0630. We're invited to Chakotay's so bring cinnamon for the tea. I think he's going to activate the latest sent Barclay hologram mailcall along with Boothby just to chitchat and find out more about the latest happenings on Earth." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kes made the bridge with 30 seconds to spare. She saw that Captain Janeway was still occupied there in her ship's log so she entered the ready room ahead of her to pour the captain's morning cup. No doubt that she would smell it all the way over to the center seat and come running.. Kes set down the thermos to a curious sensation.. A rising ebb of distant emotion and echoes deep in her mind. Unconsciously, Kes looked to the port windows and saw a writhing ribbon twisting there out in space. The red alert bloodied the lighting and Kes ran to the bridge just in time to see the leading edge of the strange phenomena hit Voyager on the main viewer. "Captain! It's not what it seems! It's an echo of some kind, another place!" But the bridge crew never heard Kes cry out. She was swept away into each of their dreamlands and dropped to the deck, overwhelmed by their experiences. She saw the captain with Mark and her dog, Molly on an Earth beach and other visions from the ship's bridge crew in her mind. She had no vision or dream of her own. She only saw theirs. Protectively, Kes fainted where she lay on the bridge upper deck. The dreams stopped. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Kes meditating with a candle. Image : Neelix stirring a pan fried omelet batter. **************************************************************************** From: "Cory Anda" Subject: Fading Boundaries.. Date: Tue, 09 Jan 2001 09:46:06 -0000 Chakotay was not on duty. It was Kathryn's watch and he was glad of it. The past few weeks had been boring to say the least. A milk run to a nearby solar system, a text book trade mission that resulted in Voyager getting everything she needed in supplies for the month without a hitch. Heck, he even had the crew's semi-annual evaluations done early. There was nothing left for the first officer to do on the bridge except monitor Tom's course changes. And the helmsman certainly didn't need to be babysat. ::Kathryn's better at ordinary days than I am.:: he quipped in his mind. ::I am much better at THIS..:: he thought. Chakotay took another swipe with his wood auger at the boat he was carving on the holodeck. It was a rivercrafted canoe. And Chakotay had programmed its realism to include all the hardships one would have carving something out of a birch tree trunk. He found the work restful. At one time, he and Kathryn talked about exploring a riverway in a boat. But then, she and he had been stranded on a planet because of an incurable microbe. That time on New Paradise had effected both of them deeply, personally. In their twenty week stay, the boundaries of captain and commander had eroded to one of a deepening relationship, one that could have lead to even more between them so many years ago. But that option never materialized and the two of them realized that nothing would change with concern for them in matters of the heart. That point was made even more clear when their rescue was effected by Tuvok and the EMH's Vidiian scientist companion and they had to put command pips back onto their collars. Kathryn eventually found solice in other relationships, even the hologram kind at times and Chakotay had accepted this. A captain should not be involved with her ship's crew romantically. It was a philosophy even he felt was warranted. But that didn't preclude a platonic friendship from remaining behind from that stranding's experience. There weren't that many people that he and the captain COULD be on equal terms with. Except themselves. They could share similar interests that way. And one of them was going to be river canoeing. Chakotay peeled a bark fragment off of the wooden canoe's prow. He was finished. ::Finally.:: he smiled in satisfaction. He rubbed off chaff from his sweaty hands onto his olive shirt and he hefted up the craft onto his shoulders over his head. He knew this holoscenario well, it was an excellent recreation of New Paradise. The bathtub was still there. They both agreed that it should be an element in the program to remain with every visit. Like Chakotay's carving table. Kathryn returned from time to time to indulge herself in the tub's steaming waters and he, like now, to create wooden treasures. ::A good refuge was a good refuge.:: But Chakotay had deleted the fly traps that had hung from the real trees back then. He and Kathryn no longer had a plague they needed to cure. And he deleted the hurricanes.... The canoe plunked down on the bathtub and the first officer anchored it there, leaving a notepadd on a seat. ::No doubt Kathryn will see the boat now. And my note. She'll have to reprogram the emitters to move this before her next bath.:: She would be by soon in the next few days to have her weekly "bath" and the canoe would be there, waiting for her to find it. Chakotay checked the details of the note that would share what it stored the second the captain activated its padd. But not a moment beforehand. Chakotay left the holodeck whistling.. He loved crafting little surprises.. Especially ones made for his friends. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The first officer had sonic showered away the sweat that had followed him from the holodeck carving and now was seated before his medicine bundle. "Achoochemoya. I am far from the lands of my fathers. I am far from the bones of my people. Perhaps there is one in this place who'll embrace me and find me the answers I seek..." The cabin disappeared. And Chakotay found himself not on an ocean beach or in a meadow or wood, but on a desert with a flaming aurora in the sky. It was the color of fire.... Matseyeho bounded forth from inside a sand dune, howling in full throat. #A journey is beginning that will need all of your cunning, Dark One. I know not what that is in the sky.. Arrroowwwwww#.. The image of his spirit guide exploded into a burst of glowing cinders onto the wind and Chakotay jerked in shock. She was gone. "Matseyeho!" Chakotay shouted, trying to be heard over a rising wind. "Matseyeho!" His inner focus was shattered and the center he had entering his trance wobbled. No reassuring wolf's grin met his eyes. A white buffalo came from the air, bearing down on him in a charge, It's massive creamy horns and black eyes filled with many sparkles. It's snowy pelt waving in a maelstrom. ::The sacred buffalo.:: His eyes tearing from the driving sand. ::The precursor of dreams..:: he whispered.. ::I have only to let it in to reach them.:: Chakotay stood still while the animal bore down on him in thundering strides. He had no time to cry out when he was swept up into its horns and tossed, injured, onto the sands. ..onto the carpeting... in his cabin.. Blood from his mouth and torn shoulder poured down, obscuring his vision. The first officer vaguely realized that he was back in his quarters. Broken ribs bit down. ::What the-- I am hurting! Vision quests cannot injure the body.. I don't unders--:: Pain enveloped him. Chakotay tried to tap his left shoulder in the proper place, but the combadge was not there. He was still in his quest robe, sprawled onto the floor. He fell onto his side, trying to steady his short breathing and he called for the computer, gasping.. "Computer. O- Open a channel: Medbay/Bridge." #Channel open.# came the succinct reply. "Ch-- *cough* Chakotay to the captain. Emergency.. My quarters.. I- I've been injured.. Unk- Unknown effect!" Chakotay had to stop speaking then and concentrate on breathing. He willed himself to stay awake until help arrived. He found he could not answer those replying to his comm at all. In the window, the stars were gone and a ribbon of orange danced there. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : (computer art) J and Chakotay portrait study. Image: Chakotay in his quarters on a Vision Quest. Image : The Manitou White Buffalo that tramples Chakotay. Image : Janeway close up in concern. ***************************************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: Breakfast with my friends. Date: Tue, 09 Jan 2001 09:58:56 -0000 I like Nelix. He was making me breakfast. Eggs again. I thought it was funny the way the room got all smokey then. It was funny. And Nelix's friend Kes had to make it all better again every morning. And she never got mad.. I saw Kes leave with the drink for the captain. I had the afternoon coffey shift. I gave all of the bridge crew what they wanted and Nelix came with me every day. That way I got to see everything as captains assistent. Only now, it wasnt time yet. It was to early. So I had my eggs and french fryze and I talked to my friend. Nelix! Nelix! Why dont you just use the foodmaker to get all the breakfasts made on time? I know we have to save enrgy but now its good and we dont have to worry about that for a whil. Then we can go see the new baby. My moms all bettr now. The hollow doc has taken realy good care of her. Did you know my new brothers name is Joshua? He was born five days ago. Hes realy nice. I want you to see him. Just you and me. So hurry. hurry up so we can go. Nelix finaly finishd cooking it all. He left the mess hall with me and we went to sickbay where Joshua was. He was so small. He was still in an incubatr. He had dark hair like my dad whil mine was light. Hi Joshua I said, Meet Nelix. Hes my good friend from the ship and hes real nice. Nelix smiled at me and my little brother. The hollow doc came over. "Naomi, good morning. Your little brother's doing just fine. I just scanned him and soon, he'll be able to join you and your family at home." he smiled. "Hello. Mr. Neelix. You've managed to get through breakfast without one crewmember coming down here complaining of smoke inhalation. I am suitably impressed with your growing cooking prowess..." the hologram EMH commented dryly. I poked Nelix in the side to not get mad. Then I gave Joshua to Nelix to hold and I was glad. My little brother was so little! I wantd him and me to stay in the same room at night so I could watch him. But mommy said I needed to wait a whil for that. I was so happy. I told Nelix that he could come over when Joshua was biggr so we could all play togethr. Then I herd a call come to sickbay. It was Chakoty. Something was wrong. So I went there. I had to. I had to see for me. _______________________________________________________________ (attachment) Image : Neelix tucking in Naomi for bedtime in the darkened child's room. ************************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Awake! Date: Tue, 9 Jan 2001 23:37:39 -0000 Earth! A shining oasis is the vastness of space - the birthplace of humanity. Tom feels gratified to see it again, but the sight is going to be short-lived as the temporal window, with a little outside help, begins to re-root them back into the Delta Quadrant. Tom glances back at the man with the cat in his hands. His 'sponsors' have freed them from the Q trap, but who knows what kind of cosmic wheeling and dealing has been going on the background to make it happen. As Earth fades from view, a light jolt unsettles everyone. At the same time, one person winks from existance back to their own time and space. More follow, but the ride is getting rough. "Is this supposed to happen?" Tom asks, but gets nothing bar the impassive expression of Gary Seven. Time seems to slow as the transition occurs, but data is passing through Tom's console faster than he can read. It's working and yet it's not. Tom tries to keep Voyager steady but quantum currents sear the ship. "Structural field down to 78%" Tuvok is heard saying as they rattle closer to a bright, pale blue light. The light streams through the viewscreen, invading every corner of the bridge. Tom can barely see his controls. By all rights panic should have set in, but then that weird feeling comes over again. That solid conviction that Voyager will survive and everything will be right with the universe again. Consisto penso immortalis....... For we are immortal! And then the light blasts through.................... ___________________________________________________ Tom's eyes snap open. It takes him a few moments to realise he's staring at the ceiling of his quarters. He blinks a few times before sitting up. "Man, what a mindwarp." He wonders where he got such a strange and vivid dream from. Then he realises he's not in bed, but rather sitting on his couch. *What the hell happened last night?* "Computer, time" he yawns. "The time is zero-seven fifty hours." He freezes as the announcement penetrates his muddled mind. "Sh*t!" Twelve minutes later he's in a turbolift heading for the bridge. He'd got ready in record time, but then faced the agonising decision of whether to make himself even later by popping into sickbay to ask the Doc to hypo this hangover away. Eventually he decided not to make that side-trip. In her last briefing Captain Janeway had voiced her concerns about the downward trend of timekeeping aboard the ship. The bridge officers were supposed to be setting an example. As the doors swish open, Tom makes his way to the helm, relieving Ensign Jenkins from her graveyard shift. "You're late, Tom" comes a female voice from behind him. He turns round to see the Captain looking at him, eyebrows raised. "Ah... yes Captain. Seems I forgot to set the computer to wake me up this morning." He catches Harry stifle a grin from his ops station. "Well... considering what happened last night, I'll let you off, just this once" Janeway says with a small smile of her own. Tom furrows his brow. "Aye.... Captain." He turns back to his station, then glances back at Harry who has that 'I know nothing' face on. Who does he think he's fooling? Soon as lunchtime arrives, Tom's going to find out exactly what 'did' happen last night. One thing's for sure, it's looking less and less likely that it was synthehol he was drinking... ___________________________________________________ Two hours later, Tom has invented several particularly nasty methods to kill whoever did this to him, when his thoughts are rudely pushed from his mind by the sudden rocking of the ship. "What was that?" Chakotay asks. "Whatever it is it came out of nowhere. Sensors were monitoring nothing a few moments ago." Tom's hands fly over the controls as Harry pulls up the viewscreen. A bright orange wave of crackling energy fills the screen. =^= Captain to the bridge =^= Chakotay says, tapping his commbadge. =^= I'm on my way =^= come's Janeway's reply. Tom barely notices when she steps back onto the bridge, all his attention on trying to evade this energy wave. Nothing's working though. As the waves crashes against Voyager, a power surge pulses though the helm control. Tom pulls his hands away as if burned, arcs of purple electricity running up his arms. ___________________________________________________ One magnificent whiteout later....... Tom blinks his eyes open, staring at a ceiling for the second time that day. His hands are tingling slightly as he pulls himself up. All is quiet. The image on the viewscreen remains there balefully, balls of white light shooting across it. Tom checks his instrumentation - they're inside the cosmic ribbon. "Captain?" But as he turns around he sees the crew lying around the bridge, all seemingly unconscious. No... the Captain seems to be murmering something. Molly? Her eyes open briefly. "Captain, are you okay?" Toms starts, but as soon as recognition of where she is passes across her eyes, she drifts away again. Tom looks around. Everyone else seems to be in a similar situation. Not quite unconscious, but drifting from here to god knows where. Tom remembers from about a year ago the alien that made them all hallucinate while their bodies went into a trance-state. This is similar, yet... different. He goes back to his helm hoping to pull the ship back out of the ribbon, but he's dismayed as the internal readings show the warp engines as down and the impulse engines all but burnt out. They're dead in space. Hesitantly Tom taps his commbadge. If he's not being affected by whatever it is, probability dictates there must be others on the ship unaffected too. "Paris to Torres." No answer. "B'Elanna, talk to me." Nothing. "Paris to Vorik." Static. "God d@mn it" he hisses. "Paris to anyone on the ship that can hear me." He waits for a reply... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: Be careful what you wish for~~~ Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2001 06:37:25 -0000 Harry Kim was actually relaxed for once. He had just learned that he didn't have to pull a night duty in the big chair all week. No muss. No fuss. Just the usual nine to five at Operations. He would give anything to do a little post switching with his best bud, Tom Paris. Kim'd give anything to see how his friend would fare at the heart of the ship. ::How would the weight of command feel then I wonder:: He thought projecting his wish onto yet another non verbal show from the helmsman of a carefree stretch and feigned yawn. Kim was up to his eyeballs in scans. The captain had wanted every possible angle and kind of probe imaginable. Voyager was in new territory, pressing on into unknown waters. And it was only little ol Harry Kim in the lookout bucket. He give anything to actually find something decent enough to even report aloud. He relayed all of his readings to the captain's chair terminal as fast as he organized them but neither felt the need to comment on any of them. The same, dull , routine ether and occasional nebula sprinkled in for texture. BBooorrriiiinnnnggg.::But never to the captain.:: he amended, straightening up as he felt her eyes sweep his way every so often. If only he could find something of interest for her to concentrate on instead of him in those sweeping moments. A beeping nearly made the young ensign leap out of his uniform. "Ah, captain. I think I found something to end that tedium you mentioned facing at the beginning of your shift.. Look at this..." He relayed the sensor ghost of a moving band of unknown irregularity in the Kohler range scale. He shifted that part of space to the main viewer and a corsicating ribbon of glowing light seemed to ignite the way ahead. He wasn't surprised when Janeway ordered a red alert. At the same time, the doors parted and Kes stumbled onto the bridge. The red alert bloodied the lighting and Kes ran to the bridge just in time to see the leading edge of the strange phenomena hit Voyager on the main viewer. "Captain! It's not what it seems! It's an echo of some kind, another place!" Harry was jolted as he felt the ship's prow confront the wave jarringly. He saw Kes collapse to the decking. At Janeway's nod for Kim to check on the fallen girl, another officer took over Operations smoothly. Kim grabbed a medkit down to find a bioprobe to scan the girl's vital signs. It seemed that she was only blacked out in a faint and Harry could not find an obvious cause for her condition. Then the captain gasped and grew pale, sinking down into her chair, shaking.. "Captain?" Kim called out, "Are you all right?" He aimed his scanner over in her direction. She was trembling and her heart rate was accelerated as if she'd taken a shock. "Shall I call for a second med team to the bridge?" A new wave passed and everyone lost control of their senses. They all started dropping to the deck, twitching like rag dolls stabbed by voodoo pins. Harry saw Tom was the only one still seated and oriented. The rest of the bridge crew was on a losing spiral into coma. All except the captain. Harry shouted, "Are the shields still up?!" he said trying to crawl to his station. Before Janeway could answer, Harry was simply gone.. elsewhere. He blinked and another man was in the command chair of a very different ship. A dark skinned man by the name of "Sisko..." he said out loud. He had seen this face only briefly on a tour he once taken at Voyager's short stopover at Deep Space Nine on her maiden voyage. A wrinkled Ferengi with a very familar visage looked up from a man with a melted wax face and smiled, showing all of his sharpened teeth. ::It's that crafty no good bartender who almost swindled me out of all my credits on a box of cufflinks. It's Quark..:: he marveled. ::But what am I doing here?:: He saw that the Defiant had an open channel to Voyager and that they saw every move Janeway and the command officers were now giving to deal with their strange failing states , to understand Kes's stillness and now Harry's sudden disappearance off the bridge. ::You're on your own my friend.. :: Kim thought to the image of Paris on the viewer, only you can help them all now.:: He saw Janeway's face react with alarm at Chakotay's out of character contact to sickbay and her bridge comm. "Ch-- *cough* Chakotay to the captain. Emergency.. My quarters.. I- I've been injured.. Unk- Unknown effect!" But no one over there moved and they drifted out of consciousness. Kim saw the lone helmsman grip his seat at another bucking and shout something aloud, but the forward viewer went static. Amazingly, the new ship under Harry's feet wasn't even swaying slightly. He saw another man, an android in woven brown clothes, emerge from the same wall he had arrived through. Then all five of them were face to face. Odo, Sisko, Lor, Harry and Quark, all staring slightly aghast at developments. Ensign Kim turned to the rightful captain in front of him and shrugged, "I take it, you've no idea what's going on either.." The dark skinned man stood toe to toe with Lor but mildly studied Harry and his matching uniform to others on his bridge. The Ferengi didn't wait for niceties. "Human, this is no time to gallavant around with transporters, can't you see we're a little occupied at the moment?!" Harry saw the same pale pallor to Sisko's skin that he saw in Janeway's, one of a profound heartfelt sense of loss... "Uh, Q--werk,, I mean Quark, good to see you again too. But that wave out there is doing some very strange things to my vessel and crew.." Kim said rapidly, "I'd leave if I could if I only knew how I got here in the first place." he sighed, he set his medtricorder which had accompanied him to the Defiant down on the nearest console. "Somebody, slap me, I must be dreaming.." Quark grinned lopsidedly watching Sisko shake his head and Odo grabbing the captain's arm, "You're not the only one hallucinating around here. At least, we both seem to be hallucinating each other. Could be worse... We could acually be dead right now.." A huge fist of energy slammed down on the Defiant's hull all present were flung face down and then slammed into the ceiling with force. Harry came away from the horrid jolt with a bloody chin. The Ferengi screeched over the medlam. "I- I didn't mean that at all! I take that back,.." he protested to the main viewer and the Nexus writhing there. "I meant that we could actually be dead STILL right now.." he hollered defensively to no one he could see. The buffeting ceased abruptly and it was a full ten seconds before anyone felt like regaining their feet. Harry said, "Boring day was this? Huh... I should be careful what I wish for..." he said to the new bridge at large, holding his bleeding chin gingerly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (attachments) Image : H playing Kaltoh. Image : Creation Entertainment conventions logo. Gif: Paramount disclaimer logo. **************************************************************** From: "Fran Catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Could This Get Any Worse? Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 02:34:30 -0000 B'Elanna was struggling with the last relay she was working on. It was being difficult. ::Figures!:: B'Elanna thought. Growling loudly in frustration, she decided to take a break. After all the ship had been through, she and her engineering crew were going through the entire system and giving it the all time-consuming Level 3 diagnostic. Unfortunately, they had uncovered many difficulties, and she and her crew were putting in long hours. "Ensign Vorik" she called over to the Vulcan officer. "Have you completed the diagnostic on the transporter relays?" "Yes I have, Lieutenant." he answered. "It is satisfactory." She glared at him. "I don't want 'satisfactory', Vorik! I want to know if the problem with the transporter has been taken care of!", she stated firmly. ::What is wrong with her today?:: Vorik wondered. ::Guess I'd better be more forthcoming.: He knew there were times when she was very demanding. Especially during a Level 3 diagnostic of engineering. Sighing inwardly, he turned back to her question. "Yes, I have completed the diagnostic and the problem has been fixed, Lieutenant." he answered. Satisfied with his answer, B'Elanna turned her attention back to that relay she was having problems with. Finally, it was done. She stood up and stretched, feeling her joints pop. It had been a long 72 hours. ::I really need to take a shower, and get a little sleep.:: she thought. Nodding at Vorik, she said, "I'm going back to my quarters.", and left engineering. A short time later, B'Elanna was sitting in her quarters. She had taken a shower and felt much better. She felt tired, but didn't want to sleep just yet, so sitting down on her couch with some coffee, she decided to go over the latest reports Chakotay had given her. As she studied them, she suddenly felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell exactly what. Her earlier fatigue gone, she changed into uniform and headed back to engineering. As she walked in the door, she heard the red alert. Hitting her combadge, she said, =^= Torres to Bridge. What's going on up there?=^= but there was no response. Agitated, she called out again, =^= Torres to the Doctor=^=, but once again there was no response. ::I thought we had everything fixed:: she fumed. She would need to dress down her subordinates when this situation had passed. "Computer, what's happening?" she ordered. No response. She felt the ship shake violently. She knew something was going on. She was able to get the sensors online and check the readings from the bridge. A strange orange ribbon was on the view screen. ::How strange:: she thought and just stared for a moment...mesmorized. "Miss Torres, I asked you a question." the man in the front of the room said. Blinking, B'Elanna looked around. She was in a strange room, with others staring at her. She just stared dumbly. Finally, he said, "I will talk with you later, Miss Torres." and continued on with his questioning. ::I'm back at the Academy.:: she realized. She happened to be in the room of the instructor who happened to be the hardest, one of the main reasons she left the Academy. As the class came to an end, she got up to leave. Turning to retrieve her books, she turned back around. And found herself on the Bridge of the small ship she and the other resistance Maquis had been on before coming to Voyager. She was there, along with Chakotay and Tuvok. "I need more power to the shields, B'Elanna!", Chakotay shouted to her. She looked at her readings. It did not look good. "I don't have any more power to give you, Chakotay!", she yelled back at him. "We're falling apart!" She heard Voyager inform them to be prepared for a beam out. There was a bright flash of light. She felt disoriented. ::Could this get any worse::, she wondered? The light cleared, and she was face to face with someone she never wanted to see again. "Well, so we meet again, B'Elanna. I assure you, you will not get away from me this time." ::And I thought it couldn't get any worse. :: B'Elanna internally grimaced. Here, in front of her, sood Kotar, grinning widely. She was on the Barge of the Dead, on the way to Gre'thor, also known as Klingon Hell, where dishonored souls were taken. --------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : B'Elanna Torres on the deck of the Barge of the Dead, battle ready. ******************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: A running man, in a single night.. Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 13:35:52 +0400 "Dabo!!" came the cry again, echoing obscenely human into his tiny tailoring workshop. Elim Garak smiled a warm, icy smile as he threaded another needle. ::Ah, yes.. Revenge is sweet.:: he thought to himself. It had been no difficult feat to pull the commercializing wool over that weasel-ly bar rodent's brother to leave for the upper holosuites on a fake malfunction call.. It helped that Miles O'Brien and Quark himself went on that latest away mission with Captain Sisko on board the Defiant. Then, Garak could get back at his favorite tormentor in true style.. "Why I ever trusted that two timing, materialistic, worm with my fine Oberian Silk shipment order is beyond me.. Now those adorable ladies won't have anything fit to wear at the Dabo table on time according to the schedule I promised them. So what's a little Dabo wheel rigging between friends, eh, Quark?" Garak said, hefting up a Raktejino mug to the Ferengi's proprietor holopic on one wall. "I only lost seven hundred credits worth on that misremembrance.. Shall we say,.. about two hours time with the Dabo wheel circuits programmed in FAVOR of any patron..? Then I'll shut down my piggyback chip like a good neighbor... heh, heh, heh.." Garak loved females.. of any species.. Not for their gender but for the way their bodies modelled his garments with such art and promise.. But he HATED seeing his favorite modelers so angry at his not having their costumes ready on time .. ::AS promised....:: Garak echoed again, face furrowing in anger. ::It's not everyday that one has such perfection in the humanoid form as Quark's Dabo table showgirl entourage'.:: Then the coveted cry came again, '''Dabo!!!''' and this time he looked up from the delicate gossamer sea green teddy he was shaping around his plastifoam bust. His frown melted away even more quickly as he did the math.. "Now.. We're even, Quark.. seven hundred credits Dabo loss for seven hundred credits compensative kissing up to my women customers.. Business concluded.. I'd say. It wouldn't do to get on Quark's bad side and swindle too much now would it.." Garak reached up onto an overloaded desktop and pulled down the device connected his shop's computer to Quark's Dabo tables.. He shut it off with a satisfied click.. ::Even Odo's gone on that away mission so my little revenge factor will not be seen at all. :: He carefully laid a lilac ribbon of neon silk from Quark's waylaid shipment on it's nestled chalkline at the inseam of the top center of the teddy... "Now, just move this another millimeter upwards and it'll hug the bustline in the proper provocative Dabo table way without infringing on my lady's sense of modesty..." Garak squinted as he eyeballed his adjustment. He peered close, holding the place with both fingers inches from his spectacled nose.. "A stitch in time saves..nine...." he mumbled to himself smugly.. ::And I could've been on the starship mission with them instead of here..Lucky me..:: The delicate ribbon suddenly pulsed and grew in size, its hue merging into orange and suddenly, it grew all encompassing, wrapping the Cardassion tailor up in a Cinderella like snarl of chaotic energy.. :AAHhhh!" Garak ducked his head, thinking a prankster had spiked his Bajoran tea cup, when he fell into a vast pocket fold of the teddy.. He shrank as he fell, screaming, into the writhing ribbon valley that seemed to have a life of its own. He saw stars of all things, and felt a blast of intense cold. The teddy then tasted like toddy in his mouth, so he ripped it free , hitting with a thud, and Garak suddenly went rolling across carpeting.. ::My shop doesn't have floor covering.. I find my Marble stone holds in the heat very well so I don't freeze to death on the station, where am I?:: Garak had lost his tailoring glasses in his misadventure so he squinted in the dark compartment he now found himself within. A flame flare shot from a viewscreen that was instantly there where none was before. The lighting in Garak's reptillian retinas improved and he took to his trembling feet. A low hiss of thruster power thrummed through his light slippers and he suddenly knew where he was.. "Now I am ON that very D@mned ship I thought I cleverly avoided..!!" he roared.. Five people turned and looked at him from the other side of the Defiant's bridge.. Sisko, Lor, Quark, Harry Kim and now, Odo stared right back at him, not even surprised.. ::I knew it! Odo had my little table tampering device rigged turncoat and I was beamed here.. Well I'll not let it effect me in the slightest. The less I let on, the more power I'll have over the situation. Keep them wondering is the Black Order's motto. Useful even now in my exile's fate with these Feddies.:: Garak regained his Cardassian cool in a pico.., He peeled the eensy girly teddy off his person and hid it behind his back with feigned embarassement. "Hello everyone, it seems, A rift in time, sends mine." He cast eyes downward to his own derrier and rubbed the soreness out of it from his fall. ::@ss, that is.:: he amended silently. SEE SOUND BITE He gave a slight bow to his fellow Deep Space Nine acquaintances and waited to see what they had to say.. ----------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Garak closeup, looking at you. Audio : G- (laughing) Even your own computer program turns against you.. *animated* Computer display in amber of a coursing grid. **************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Til ..Death Do Us Part.... Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2001 13:12:12 +0400 Jadzia came to herself in bits and pieces.. Her recollection was sketchy. Where was the wraith entity from the wormhole? Last thing she remembered, she was by the Bajoran chapel with the Tear of the Prophet, kneeling, and then she had remembered that bright tongue of disruptor fire arching and burning into and through her back. She focused inward, inside the core she knew herself to be. ::Oh, my God..:: Dax quailed. ::He's not there..:: In a sudden panic, Jadzia lifted her simple gown in which she was garbed inside her mental eye's vision. A neat surgical line, still flushed red from fresh application ran from her sternum to lower abdomen. ::Julian's taken him from me for another host. I am no longer Dax...:: she quailed.. ::But if that's true.. I'd be...:: "Dead?" came a voice off to her left. Jadzia opened her real eyes, they were still full of grit from her scorched science uniform she no longer wore. It was a sense of realism even she couldn't deny. She whirled and faced the deep stenorous voice. She was wearing heavy armor and the weight pressed down on the disruptor burn lancing through her middle. It was a Klingon standing there at the wheel of bloody wood, and there was rust tinged fog all around him and the scent of carrion. A twist of hot, salty wind blew the vapor away and Jadzia could see that she was on an ancient seagoing vessel.. ::This is the Barge of the Dead from the legends Worf told me. And there is no flaming island or citadel so we haven't reached Gre'thor yet.:: Jadzia remembered his name, "You are Kotar if I can believe this reality. Why am I here? I am not Klingon by blood. Only by marriage and honor. I thought the Barge was for those Khin'zai who were dishonored.." The huge being threw back his greasy head and laughed mightily. He gestured to a decrepid warrior to take his place steering. His footfalls clanked heavily on the slicked deck as he came over to Jadzia and grabbed her chin with one leather glove. "You are not Klingon, this is true. But you ARE dishonored. Your mate was not there to save you in your time of need. And THAT is creed as one of the Unforgivables.." Jadzia looked down and saw bruises on her hand and a vision of Worf clutching her palm hard in grief in sickbay and the conversation she had with him before.... "Yes,.." Kotar went on, peering into Jadzia's eyes, "You died.." "Who can know why the gods cast your soul to me. But know you are here now and that there is no turning back." Jadzia used a defensive move and broke his grip on her face. Her rage gave her clarity and up in the sky, she saw something that wasn't in the descriptions of the Barge from her memory. It was a ribbon of lava glow, twisting in the sky above the barge mast.. ::What is that?!:: her scientific mind asked. Moments after she formed the thought, her tarnished Klingon armour was no longer. Her science blue uniform was back. And the disruptor mark was absent.. Her white hot poker of agony in her spine was gone. "Tell me Kotar.. if you absolutely lord over it all on your ship, why is a spatial rift emanating overhead.. hmm?" Kotar gave a roar of dismay and he flung back his arms, throwing a look upwards to the rigging and the St. Elmo's Fire flowing there. Jadzia retreated backwards into the fog and the carrion scent retreated. She promptly bumped back to back into a Klingon woman in rusty silver battle gear, and suddenly found a Bat'Leth at her throat. Torres's sour breath spilled into her face, full of fear. The Trill smiled wryly, "You can try to kill me but my symbiont is no longer present so I am as good as dead. Press in another five centimeters and my carotid artery is sure to be compromised and I assure you, I will die most spectacularly..." she hissed angrily. ------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : A deceased Jadzia on a sickbay biobed. Image : A tender closeup of Bashir holding Jadzia Dax. **************************************************************** From: "runic147" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] All things made anew Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2001 10:42:44 -0500 Wesley finds himself standing in a gray void that seems to be more liquid the air. ~Where am I? Am I dead? I had no idea trapping the Q’s the way I did would kill me. I should have listen to the Traveler and used more caution with what I do. Why is it I only learn things like this when it is just past to late? ~ Wesley stops in his museings as laughter surrounds him from every direction. “Who are you? Where am I and how did I get here? Show yourself please.” “My, My full of questions aren’t we Wesley? Does it really matter WHO I am? Or where you are for that matter. What matters is that you are here and I am here and that your not dead but here to be offered a gift.” “What do you mean a ‘gift’? Please tell me who you are and why I am here or at least where here is?” “Oh Very well. Just ruin all the fun wont you. This is a pocket in time I have created to talk to you in without have to enter your reality myself. As to who I am lets just say I created the Q’s and the Gray’s.” “You created the Q? Why on earth did you do a thing like that for? All they do is Create trouble. As to the Gray’s they are just as bad they are never seen or heard when they should be.” “Yes what you say is true child every bit of it. They were created to Balance each other but instead they areas you see them. The Q ever meddling and the Gray sit and watch and wait far to long before acting. That bring me to the gift I spoke of.” With that said a shape appears in the gray and to Wesley’s eyes and wonderment the Traveler appers. “YOU?!” is all Wesley can get out of his mouth before his mind stops working. “Yes Wesley me but this is only a shape I hold for now. I have be teaching you for years of everything there is to know and then some. I have watched you unlock many of the lock that hold everyone else in check in your reality.” The Traveler says. “But what you just did to the Q on that ship proves I made the right chose in picking you.” “Picked me for what?” “To be the balanceing force between the Q and Gray, seeing as they are not what they should be. I offer you a gift Wesley, one I hope you will take even if it will seems like your job will be never ending for unlike the Q and the Gray you will be but one person not many. Do you wish to hear more?” All Wesley can do at this point is nod. “I am glad to hear it. I will give you the power to effect the Q and the Gray in any way you see fit. Much like what you did back on that ship but to a much greater digree, even so far as to strip the of there power completely. Also anything you ask they must answer truthfully to you, they cannot lie to you about anything. And finally, You are immune to all there powers nothing they do will effect you at all. So now that you know the pluses you should know the down side. Unlike the Q and Gray your you can not effect the ‘normal’ races at all other then to counter the effects of the Q or the Gray. You will still be able to do as you have done in the past, like teleporting others and sharing your energy with them like you did to save the captain. So do you accept my offer?” Wesley is silent for what seems to be forever before he says, “I shall accept your offer..” “Very good.” With that a dark blue light surrounds Wesley as the Traveler changes shape and says, “Two other things both the Q and the Gray will know you for what your are but not exactly till you show them what you are. The Q will think you are Gray and the Gray as a Q. But in short time you will become know to all as your own type and person you an create the name when the time comes. Second, You will no longer age.” Before He can say a word he finds himself on board yet another ship on the bridge with a few of the others from the last one. All that the people there see is a bright blue flash. “Hello everyone would someone mind telling me what ship this is? Captain Sisko?” Wesley asks, “I have heard much about your travels. My name is Wesley Crusher.” *************************************************************************** From: Myron Ojala Date: Sat Jan 13, 2001 5:16pm Subject: Jailbird takes wing... Slowly he opened his eyes. He looked around the room where he found himself. Suder realized that he was still in the brig and that the force field at the doorway was deactivated. Cautiously he stepped through and saw that the security guard who monitored the console was lying on the floor unconscious. Sudor knelt over him and felt a pulse, strong and even, but he could not find a reason for the man's unconsciousness. Sudor's last memories had been that he had been facing Kazon, who were all about to shoot him with their disruptors. Everything had gone black.. until recently, when he found himself in the holding cell on Voyager. Only now he was in Bajoran technician gear and an earring hung from his ear that he knew he had lost years before. Lon walked quickly to the bulkhead doors where they smoothly opened and he stepped through them. Looking around, he saw that no one else was about. Before Lon Sudor could decide what to do, he heard Tom Paris's query come over the ship wide intercom. "Is there anyone who can read me?!" A smile lit up Sudor's face. He decided he would investigate the situation on board ship further before he revealed himself to the bridge crew. As Lon explored the corridors he came upon a storage compartment full of tricorders. He pulled one out and turned it on. He checked the local readings of his surroundings. Everyone within sensor readings appeared to be unconscious like the security guard. His readings indicated that two Voyager crewman were still awake. A closer lifesign showed severe injuries.. Sudor found that this was Chakotay and he made his way as quickly as he could to where the lifesigns were, Chakotay's quarters. He overrode the security commands and entered cautiously. Sudor found him in the main room nearly out cold and bleeding badly. He found a medkit and began to treat his fellow ex-Maquis crewman's injuries. While he worked, he talked. Chakotay's eyes blinked open as the result of a stimulant that Sudor had administered to make him more alert. Chakotay turned his head and looked at Sudor with utter amazement. Sudor couldn't help himself and he said, "What's the problem commander? It looks like you've just seen a ghost." After Sudor bound Chakotay's injuries, he helped the commander carefully to his feet. He sighed and said, "We need to get you to sickbay, commander, this is only a patchup job." Chakotay shook his head in the negative and pointed his head up towards the bridge. Then Sudor realized the situation was indeed serious if the man wanted to get to the bridge first. He said, "Very well, you still are my superior officer..." And so they both moved out, Sudor with Chakotay's arm over one shoulder, together they went to the bridge. A few moments later, they made their way out onto Deck One. Lt. Paris, on hearing the turbolift doorway open, turned in surprise from his helm chair to see who had arrived. Sudor again saw the look of utter astonishment at his freedom there on the face of Tom Paris. And Sudor said, "What is this? Does everyone think I'm supposed to be dead?" Lon assisted the commander down to the command deck and placed him into his chair. Sudor again pulled out his tricorder he had and bent over the captain, who according to the readings, was in a half and half state. He didn't have a medkit handy so he tapped the captain's combadge, =^=Bridge to sickbay. Report at once, medical emergencies on the bridge. Respond.=^= A moment later, came the EMH's reply, =^=Please state the nature of the medical emergencies.=^= And Sudor said, "The captain and most of the bridge crew appear to be incapacitated. Commander Chakotay is suffering from severe injuries, doctor. I've managed to treat him as best as I can, but he needs your assistance." The hologram replied, "Your voice sounds familiar, Why is that? Do I know you...Mr.... Lon Sudor is it? Sudor?! But that can't be!" Lon puzzled, "Why is that, doctor?" "Because you died!" the EMH sputtered. Another smile slowly appeared over Lon's face, "Well, it seems that rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. Cause I don't feel very dead. If I'm dead, I sure feel a H*ll of a lot better than the Commander does right now. Are you coming to the bridge?" "I'm on my way.. Sickbay out." Lon, on impulse checked out Tom, too, on his scanning. He looked at Paris who was still looking dully dumbfounded. "Well, it appears, Paris, that YOU are suffering from one major hangover. Is that why you're the only one awake? If being drunk is shielding you from whatever's wrong here, why is it that I am awake and apparently uneffected?" Lon looked at the fiery viewscreen at the thing showing there. He left the captain's side at the sight of an energy ribbon of untold magnitude that he did not understand. Sudor realized that knowledge was the most important thing that would solve a mystery so he made his way over to science two, carefully stepping over the unconscious officer there. He analyzed its readings and found that the phenomena was of an energy type he had indeed never seen before. "Mr. Paris, is it?" Sudor said, "I do believe we've gone, quite literally where no man has gone before. What do you want me to do to help you?" He asked, folding calm hands behind his back. On the deck, Janeway moaned, drawing both their attentions. ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachment) Image : Lon Sudor in an agonizing mind meld. ************************************************************ From: Mordok Date: Sat Jan 13, 2001 7:56pm Subject: O'Brian's Shock Electric fire leapt from the console bridging the millimeters between O'Brian and the secondary power relays throwing him to the ground and momentarily off the bridge of the Defiant. -------------------------------------------------------------- "Oochie woochie koochie Coo" Molly's smiling face beamed up at the being that tickled her chin and made obscure daddy-like noises. "Miles, the replicator is acting up again" Called Keiko from their quarters on DS9. He always enjoyed it when she was home for dinner and her Irish Stew was getting much better. -------------------------------------------------------------- "Chief!! I need power now! Cried his commander helping him back up to his station. As O'Brian shook his head the synapses fired up and he was back on task. "Rerouting secondary power to shield relays Captain, "We can reinforce shields but maneuvering power will take a minute!" Silence greeted his report instead of Sisko's usual terse reply, after a moment O'Brian turned and saw a familiar figure. "Data?!?! How in the name of all that's Holy!?!". >"I am Lor. I come from the place of angels that is inside this >fire. Do not be afraids. You will not be returned to nothingness. >Just want everything to be at peace and it will come." Lor! Sisko may not know him but O'Brian did, "Captain Sisko, that's Data's Twin brother, he may be the most evil being I've ever known, he used the Crystal entity to kill millions then allied himself with the Borg, Kill Him!" Sisko was visibly shaken, first this orange ribbon, now Lor. Classified Federation reports had classified him as destroyed. The resemblance with Data was uncanny; then again they were twins. >Lor spoke again "I know your peoples. And I know we should be finding >more of them. This place is not in the stars we know. Sisko.Let us find >out why together." Sisko glanced at the viewscreen; the Orange ribbon was on them. O'Brian looked at the power distribution display. Then felt himself shift in an indescribable manner. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oochie woochie koochie Coo" Molly's face beamed up at the being that tickled her chin and made obscure daddy-like noises. O'Brian wondered why he was holding an Irish setter that just a moment ago was his newborn daughter. "That must have been one hell of a shock," he said to himself. ********************************************************************** From: Clairissa Fox Date: Sun Jan 14, 2001 7:19am Subject: I find out more and get help for my friends. I got ther very fast as quick as I could to Chakotys house. It was dark in there. I went insid and turnd all the lights on. Chakoty! Chakoty! But his house was empty. I just saw a bunch of bandaydes and a big red stain on the rug. Someone had come to help him already before me. And I felt bettr. I talked to the computr and I got Bootby looking at me. Is Chakoty ok Bootby? I dont see him here any more. "He's fine young lady. Mr. Sudor is loose and he actually did the right thing for once. I have the commander's lifesigns on passive scan. He is near the captain. Now Naomi, I don't want to frighten you but Voyager has wandered into a part of space where dreams are now able to become real, do you know what that means?" Boothby asked. Yes. I said. I was quiet when I saw something strang. Chakotys special dream blankey was ther where he had been playing dreamplace so I sat by it looking. It was full of whit anemal fur and a hoofmark! That was how he got hurt. He got steppd on by a big white cow when it came from his dream. Where was Wolfie, his wolf friend? I closed my eyes and then I heard her. She came to me from the other room. Bootby, I said, Chakotys dream wolf is here. I petted her and she began to cry. Dont cry Wolfie. My friend Bootby knows the big cow hurt him and another man came by to fix him, see? I pointd to the kit and bandaydes on the floor. She went over to them and smelld them. Then she went by the front door and began scratching real hard. Bootby called out to me, "Naomi? Are you saying that a vision quest spirit guide is now with you and you are not imagining it?" Yes, Bootby. I did not touch the trancemaker. Why is she here? "I have yet to determine why. I am not seeing any visions myself. I can't. I'm just a computer program. All I have on my sensors a while ago was a spatial ribbon that seemed to have enveloped the ship. Now, I am reading that many crew are lying around dreaming things that should only be seen in their sleep at night. But you seem to be fine. You are creating things without being effected by unconsciousness. Naomi, I want you to find the EMH and tell him what I am telling you now. Would you do that for me? He needs to know what I know and the link I normally have with him isn't working." I can do that Bootby. How do I find the hollow docter? Is he going to Chakoty? "Yes, I heard him talking to Sudor just a moment ago over the comm system." the wizened computer program admitted. "Now, scoot. He should be halfway there already with his holoemitter. If you hurry to deck nine's turbolift, you should meet him going inside the lift as you come out. Hurry!" I did. I ran from Chakotys house with two things. I got the river stone from his dream blankey and the combadj he always wore. He was going to need it latr. Wolfie was near me to. She could stay by me the whol time becaus I had that stone in my hand. Wolfie! Wolfie! We have to find the hollow docter and tell him all this as fast as we can or my friends are all going to have bad dreams hurt them like what happend to Chakoty. Come on! Come on! We have to hurry. Then I saw the hollow docter coming to the lift I was on already on just like Bootby said. He had a medicine kit and two medical peopl with him. "Naomi Wildman. We are at red alert. Why aren't you in your quarters?" the EMH asked as he and the paramedical crew piled in beside the little girl. "Bridge." he ordered. But the computer hologram did not seem to see Matseyeho standing with Naomi's arms about her neck. You were with me with Joshua when Chakoty called to us over the computr. I went to help. I didnt mean anything. You know I have to go as captains assistent. The EMH decided that the child meant no harm by her actions but he began to scan her with a medical tricorder nonetheless. "Do you feel any different Naomi? Dizziness? Are you seeing anything out of the ordinary?" I was surprisd by the checkup. Am I sick, docter? No. And yes. Wolfie, from Chakotys dreamplace is here with me. Dont you see her? The EMH rolled his eyes after he and his crewmates all exchanged looks. "No, I don't, young lady. Now when we get to the bridge I want you to not be afraid. The crew seem to be fainting and I don't know why." Docter! Docter! I know why! Bootby sent me to find you to tell you that the ship is inside a place where dreams get real. We have to tell everybody. "This is useful information. I know now how I am going to have to treat them. Thank you, Naomi." the EMH sighed, putting away the tricorder. "But, would you stay on the upper deck while I treat the bridge crew? I want you safe in the turbolift's containment field just in case the ship rocks again inside the anomaly. I wouldn't want you to get hurt too." I will, docter. Just take this to Chakoty. I held up the river stone. He needs this to see Wolfie and she needs it to go where he is ok? I just know they have to be togethr. And this, the combadj. Chakoty was to scared to bring it. He will want to talk to everybody about all this. The EMH took the stone and the communicator from the child and soon, they were there. -------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Naomi portrait in sunlight. ************************************************** From: Cory Anda Date: Sun Jan 14, 2001 7:30am Subject: Contact... Chakotay was in blinding pain. He forced himself to stay awake in the bridge chair but he knew he was in no shape to command Voyager. He was glad Paris had taken over. "Tom. Do what you can. Stabilize our shields. This anomaly's making all of our fantasies or imaginings real somehow. I was hurt by a spirit guide charging me." The first officer glanced down at the captain but she still seemed to be breathing. He checked out the status of those he could see lying on the floor just by looking from where he was hunched over. They all seemed to be breathing fine with no trouble. They just weren't awake at the moment. He sighed, grateful and did one further check. "Computer!" he shouted to the air, "Crew bioflags. Report!" #Ninety six crewman are unconscious, Captain Janeway, Ensign Ballard, Ensign--# "Skip that. Go on." #Commander Chakotay has abhorrent lifesigns indicative of shock. The EMH is en route. Harry Kim is no longer on board Voyager.# "What?" the first officer hollered. He immediately regretted shouting as a white hot jolt pierced his chest from his fractured ribs. A trickle of blood ran down his face from underneath one of Sudor's hastily placed dressings. "Ship's status." #Shields holding. Weapons. Offline. Propulsion. Offline. Life support fully functional.# the computer reported. #We are at red alert. Instated by Janeway, Kathryn, A., commanding at 0903 hours.# Again Chakotay looked at Kathryn lying near him with worry. But nothing further could be done until help came for all of them. ::I just wish someone knew what that wave was.:: he thought watching Tom secure all stations and sitting in the command seat to coordinate rescue efforts ship wide. He saw that Tom had utilized Sudor to aid him in securing Voyager. They started also to scan the ship's immediate surroundings for Ensign Kim. The lieutenant's terse orders rang out as he worked but the sound of Paris's voice faded from Chakotay's perceptions. He blacked out. --------------------------------------------------------------- A warm caress of a lupine tongue roused him and Chakotay felt the slight bite of a hypo at his neck. "Easy, commander. Your wounds are severe. Sickbay's power systems are down so we are going to have to treat you here. Lie still." the EMH told him. The first officer opened his eyes, burying a hand in Matseyeho's fur. He wondered why he could see her when he saw his carved river stone on the carpeting near the medkit set at his side. He was lying on his back, his meditation shirt already cut away and his ribs carefully bound until the osteoregenerator could do its work. "I've stabilized you and if you're seeing a wolf, Naomi sent her to you and sends regards of her own." he quipped. Chakotay saw the little girl wave joyfully at him from where he could see her watching from the turbolift. The holophysician began shifting his focus to Janeway, stretched out next to Chakotay. "The captain appears to be coming out of it, whatever it is. I suspect she could awaken anytime." he announced, scanning her head. "That goes for the entire ship, commander. I've circulated Cordrazine microscopically into the ship's ventilation system and that should counteract the disorienting syncope attached to the Nexus's first influences. Sudor and I theorize that over time, everyone should be able to hold their own integrity mentally once they grow accustomed to having their dreams and nightmares come to life." "Nexus?" the first officer grimaced. "Quite an apt term if I say so myself. Sudor coined it. There." the EMH sighed, "Your ribs are healed and so's the slight pneumothorax you suffered from that kick to the chest. Just don't repeat whatever it was that brought you something that big to use you as a soccer ball and you should be fine." he smiled. Chakotay felt himself aided to sit up by one of the medtechs. He was given a new uniform tunic top to go over his light trousers. But at a subtle thought from his own mind, the woven pants exchanged themselves for the proper black ones. A second one parked his combadge that Naomi had found onto his shoulder. ::Useful thing this Nexus. If I had known I could do that earlier, I'd have cured myself.:: he chuckled mentally. He got up from his place on the floor and crouched near Kathryn. He placed a hand on her arm. "Don't worry, captain. We've got your ship under control. Everyone's safe and I'm sure Harry's whereabouts will be discovered soon enough. Rest easy. Wake when you can." He nodded to the EMH who stayed at her side. She was the only one on Voyager still out cold. ::Must be some dream she's having to not want to return to the land of the living..:: Chakotay mused. He returned to his chair, leaving Tom in command for the moment until he himself could catch up on events. He saw Lon Suder work at Science station two diligently, so he left him be. ::I don't know why a dead man's suddenly appeared on my ship but I am grateful to whomever dreamed him up. I could've been dead by now, still lying in my quarters.:: He waved Naomi onto the bridge and he saw the little girl rush over to shepherd Matseyeho away from the command deck and into the turbolift. The immediate emergency was over. And a quick mind touch with his spirit guide confirmed it. Now, all that remained was to find out what other poor unfortunate souls had been sucked into the Nexus with Voyager. On the viewscreen, four sensor blips winked there on tactical. Three of them read as Federation vessels. ::This could get interesting.:: Chakotay guessed. :: The Enterprise, the Defiant, the Enterprise B, and the Lakul. And none of them read as having any biomass. True ghostships.:: On a hunch, Chakotay asked the computer one more question, "Computer, how much does Voyager weigh right now if she were under Earth's gravity field?" #Nine standard grams.# it answered. ::*Whistle...* Ask a dumb question. Looks like we're all shadows now. Even the ships we think we're inhabiting.:: On an impulse, Chakotay had the officer at Ops send out a universal hail to the four ships in sensor range. =^=This is Commander Chakotay of the Federation Starship Voyager. We've been hit by an unknown dimensional effect but we are offering aid. Do you require assistance?=^= He held his breath, waiting for a reply. He could hardly wait to actually get Kathryn's ship back on track and highly productive in the whole situation by the time she regained her consciousness. Already, her head was moving and she was making sounds of recovery. ::Hurry up Kathryn. Or I'll get Matseyeho's set on a thorough face scrubbing on you.:: Chakotay wrinkled his nose at the memory of his own encounter with the bad breath he knew Naomi had imagined on his spirit guide. -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: Tom Paris and Chakotay tense at viewscreen on a smoky bridge. Audio : Chak- Computer, *warble* Damage report! *Beep* ****************************************** END WEEK ONE RECAP 01-14-01 (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) WEEK TWO RECAP 01-15-01 (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) *************************************************** From: "Ezriel Yellin" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Generation Gap Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2001 15:54:27 -0000 "...and I will not be there. Period!" James Kirk recalled the argument in the admiral's office with a bitter taste in his mouth. For weeks, he told anyone who would listen that he would not step on the bridge of the Enterprise -B for its "once around the block" maiden voyage, unless he was in command. The Enterprise was his, Jim Kirk's, and no popinjay Starfleet bureaucrat could take it away from him. He tried it once before, when he was appointed admiral; he simply boarded the ship and took command. But now, he did not have that auhority. For days there were calls from admirals, some begging with him, some coming just short of ordering him to be on the bridge. There was even a pleasant appeal from John Harriman himself, politely inviting him aboard for the ceremonies. Kirk rudely replied that he had better things to do with his time then waste an afternoon on a run arund the solar system. ---------- # Message for James Kirk # chimed the communications station. Kirk woke with a start. He was dreaming of the encounter with the Doomsday Machine, so many years ago. If it was not for the great teamwork on the bridge of the Enterprise (the "real" one, he thought) and the sacrifice of Captain Decker, the device would still be out there. ::We saved the whole universe.:: he thought with amusement. The communicatons station chimed for attention. Kirk looked around the well-appointed suite that Starfleet had assigned to him for this occasion. "Fit for an admiral" he commented to the yeoman who had shown him to the rooms. "Yes, sir" the yeoman replied. "We prepared the best suite for you!? Climbing out of bed, Kirk glanced at the clock (5:45 am), then out the window. He had a wonderful view of the city. He loved San Francisco almost as much as he loved deep space. The communications station chimed again, a bit more stridently than before. "James Kirk here." he said. =^= Communication from Starfleet Protocol Office. Do you accept? =^= "Audio only." "Captain Kirk? This is Robert Lansing from the Protocol Office. We'll be sending around a car to take you to the pre-launch breakfast in 45 minutes. Is that acceptable?" "I'll be ready." Kirk really did not want to attend the pre-launch breakfast. it was a tradition from the earliest days of Earth's manned space programs. In those days, the crew, from 1 - 3 men would gather for their last Earth meal; by tradition, steak and eggs, before the flight. These days, it involved the captain, senior officers and dignitaries of new construction leaving on a maiden voyage from an Earth-based shipyard. He was told that he had no choice; he was the designated guest of honour by Captain Harriman and his officers. "Jim, they want you there." The admiral told him. "They want to feel as if one generation was passing over to another. Besides, your old shipmates, Montgomery Scott and Pavel Chekov will be there." After a shower and careful application of whisker-inhibitor, Kirk pulled on his Starfleet dress uniform. He had taken great pains to polish all his insignia to a mirror-bright shime. As there remained 25 minutes before his escort arrived, he sat in one of the suite's plush armchairs and ordered some music from the computer. Suddenly, the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing. Kirk was plagued with that old fear; that he would die alone. "Get ahold of yourself!" he said aloud. "You will not die alone. At least not today; Today is not a good day to die!" #Unable to decipher your command# "Forget it!" ---------- Kirk sat by himself in the shuttle. The ceremonies would have been all right if it were not for the reporters and civilian dignitaries talking about the "passing of the mantle." When one reporter asked how he felt, Kirk replied wryly: "Le roi est mort; vive le roi. The king is dead, long live the king." He had a nagging feeling that this simple trip would have an unusual ending. ********************************************************************* From: "Miriam Yellin" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Spot and friends Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2001 20:54:54 +0200 :: Let's go check out the bridge::spot said to Isis ::How do we get there from here with Gary:: Isis asked ::You have been relying on humans for to long don't you remember anything . It's called walking:: ::Remember who you are addressing please:: ::Look If you don't want to go I'll ask Molly:: Meow meow " Spot called to Molly the hollow dog :Let's go see what our friends on the bridge are doing:: ruff ruff:Ok: ::hey I'm coming too:: said Isis As the three walked out of sickbay a red hazy cloud enveloped them. ::What's this . Do you know what's happening here Isis:: Spot did not like this haze Isis did not like it any better. ::Lets get to the bridge as fast as we can. I wish Gary were here:: :: You have been relying on him for too long:: Spot hissed to Isis ::Please don't fight :: Molly wined as the three walked onto the bridge the they spotted the captain. ::Oh boy are we in trouble again::Spot hissed *********************************************************************** From: "robert catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Remember the past to the present Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2001 00:41:56 -0000 Worf woke up in his quarters,Jadzia was sleeping next to him snoring. =^=Worf to bridge=^= Worf said but no answer was forth coming. =^=Worf to Captain=^= again no answer. He rises out of his bed."computer where is the Captain". #Captain is located in his quarters# the computer answer. "computer what is the location of captain's quarters" Worf ask. The computer does not answer the question.Worried about the security of the enterprise Worf put on his uniform and walk out of his sleeping compartment to the living area. Alexander is there practicing with the batlith. " Father" Alexander ask "will you teach me more ways to strike with this weapon" Worf stun for a second thinking his son was on a klingon vessel, but answer with "later on the holodeck" still looking at his son and walking out of his quarters. when he step threw the door way he emerge on the bridge of the defiant. On the view screen was Worf son Alex leaving to learn to become a klingon warrior. Sisko said to Worf "would you like to say good luck to your son before he is out of range"with a chuckle in his voice. For the second time that day in less than five minutes Worf was stun. " Captain" worf said " I need to go to sickbay, something is wrong." As he leaves the bridge, he walk right into the sickbay on the enterprise and DR.Crusher was telling him " you are 100% ok". "where is Alex,my son "Worf ask. "who is that" the doctor answer. As he rolled off the bed he grab a trycorder to get some answer for himself.the doctor walk over and put her hand on Worf shoulder to comfort him. With a growl,Worf said "leave me alone." then he closed his eyes for a second, when he open them he was back on the bridge of the defaint. Looking at sisko "captain I must talk to you " the reply from Sisko "my ready room Worf" as they enter the ready room Worf growled again. the reason this time he was on the promenaded deck on D.S.9. With Sisko throwing the winning baseball in the air again."what is wrong Worf"Sisko Ask still smiling from the game. Worf started to growl very load as his temper started to peak. then nothing but white. as he open his eyes again he is in sickbay with his wife. Dax is saying "please don't forget me" as she dies in Worf hands. With the Anger and hate, heartbroken from the lost Worf ask "what do you want with me?"As he put his head back on dax. While he held onto her, he heard footstep coming toward him.As he look up, it was the foot soldiers of the Dominion. As they located Worf and started toward him. Worf grab his phazer and batlith,while raising from picking up his weapons from the floor and spinning at the same time He attack the foot soldiers with no mercy.The first one he hit with the aim of a true warrior,center mass.the second was close and kick the phazer out of Worf hand-Worf Smiles and growl with batlith in hand. he hit the second on right across the neck. the third in the arm with the follow threw. He then realize seven more was coming at him.with the odds against him,he is knock down by sheer power of the enemy. down and then out. As he awakes screaming. He realize he is back in his Quarters. Next to Dax,::was that a dream:: thinking Worf,::or was it the truth.:: Going threw the morning ritual,realize he was on D.S.9. He left his home and went to the operation deck to his security console to look at the sensors logs from last night.As he look threw the reports he see they are the exact same reports for each hour. =^=Worf to O'Brian are the sensors operational?=^=. Yes is the answer he receive from O'Brian. Then a flash and a memory comes out of no were, the ribbon!! Could I still be in it?? **************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The light at the end of the tunnel Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2001 20:38:49 -0600 Janeway slowly came to. She groggily looked around the bridge, the only other two active people appeared to be Chakotay and Tom Paris. Chakotay seemed injured. "Chakotay, are you all right?" Kathryn said as Chakotay nodded and Tom came to her aid in sitting upright. The EMH cautioned her "Take it easy captain, I still am not quite sure why my counter measures against this energy field have no effect. I'd take you to sick bay but there is next to no power left there. I'll have to examine you here." With that he grasped his tricorder and scanned her up and down. "Well, everything appears perfectly normal, as with everyone else. No explanation to offer. "Keep working on it Doctor" Janeway said as she looked at the view screen and gingerly made her way back into her chair. She watched as the Doctor attended to Chakotay. :: As if I didn't have enough things to worry about right now, I don't need an injured firs officer.:: Then she noticed Lon Suder out of the corner of her eye. ::That makes me feel a lot better. :: She thought to herself rather sarcasticaly. :: I just wish my ship was operational.:: She mused. Kathryn looked at her console "All systems appear to be back on line? Doctor I thought you said sick bay had no power?" The Doctor shrugged. "Well, nice work Tom" Tom looked at her as if to say 'I had nothing to do with this.' Confused Janeway pretended not to notice. The Captain sank back into her chair, happy her ship appeared to be intact. "Chakotay, can you give me a status report?" She looked at him expectantly. ------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachment) Image :Janeway in her chair looking tense. ********************************************************************** From: sdez90@hotmail.com Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Maquis roots run deep.... Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2001 02:33:35 -0000 Seska finished her diagnostic of the power cupplings as ordered to by Lt. Torres earlier that morning. She had been putting off the work for some time now. Still sticking to her Maquis roots, Seska found it satisfying to disobey orders or to put things off longer than neccessary to show Janeway and her Starfleet crew that she was still Maquis and refused to join her in her efforts to get back to Earth. "I don't see how Chakotay can stand to take orders from Janeway." complained Seska as she went from one console to the other checking the data stream. Down below her in Main Engineering she could hear B'Elanna giving order after order to the crew. She said something in Cardassian and walked towards the lift. As she did the ship rocked violently sending Seska flying forward into a bulkhead. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Seska awoke with a start as a hand firmly grasped her shoulder. Turning around she saw Tuvok standing behind her, his usual emotionless face looking down at her. He nodded, seeing that she was awake, and turned back to his station at the CONN. Seska turned back to her own console, and not remembering what she was working on, looked around the bridge of the Maquis vessel. Tuvok was at his usual station, and Chakotay was standing above him. Seska remembered now, Tuvok was a new member to the Maquis. There was something odd about him and Seska didn't like it. A phaser blast soon rocked the ship. Checking her scans she saw a Federation vessel coming about for another volley. "Arm torpedoes. Tuvok, evassive maneuvers." cried Chakotay as he struggled to stand. Seska tapped the console in front of her furiously. Again the ship rocked and Seska was sent flying forward into the panel, being knocked uncounscious. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- #Warp core breech immenent# Seska rubbed her head and sat up. She groaned with pain and looked up to see an officer in a dark blue tunic looking down at her with a tricorder in his hand. Waving him off she stood and looked around. She was back in Engineering on board Voyager. Seska looked over the rail down at the crew in Engineering. Most were waking and others were placed on one side of the room being treating. #Warp core breech in 2 minutes# With that he eyes darted down to the core where a group of engineers, including B'Elanna, were working fiercely on the core. Grabbing her tool kit from the nearby console, Seska ran down to join them. She was Maquis and wanted nothing to do with the Federation, but she also wanted to live. She came up next to Vorik and began to work on the core. #Warp core breech in 1 minute# The team worked together for the first time since the Maquis and Starfleet merged and with less than a few seconds left managed to stop the core from breeching. Seska sighed in relief, then remembering she was Maquis, put on her usual look and went back to her station on the upper deck. ********************************************************************** From: "runic147" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A strange new world? Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2001 13:03:49 -0500 Wesley stands on the bridge of the Defiant and looks at the people around him. Captain Sisko, Data's worse half Lor, a Cardassion, O'Brien, and Harry Kim. Miles he knows from The Enterprise, the same with Lor and Harry from the ship he just left. He WAS aboard Voyager and now another this ship. "Captain Sisko, may I ask a very odd question. Where are we and how did we get here?" But before he even finishes his question the answers appears in his mind. "The Nexus? We are in the Nexus? How in the world did we end up here." Just then he hears the half-faded transmission from Voyager and looks back the captain. "Can we responded to them Captain?"He also looks to O'Brien who seems t be ding some repairs on the ship. After waiting to hear what Sisko says he says, "Sir, I can go over there personally to let them know where we stand and that maybe be the best course until we know what effect the Nexus will have on are ships systems and from the sound of their hail they may not understand what we are saying." Wesley turns to Harry Kim and says, "I would offer to take you back with me but I think for now it might be a good idea for you to stay here and let them know what has happen aboard your ship. I will bring back a data pad with all the info for you." With that said he teleports himself with a flash of deep blue light to the Voyager Bridge and stands in front of Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay. "Hello again Captain and you too Commander." Turning around to Tom saying, "And To you as well Tom. I am glad that you are all alive and well and made it here in one piece. First off I somehow ended up aboard Defiant along with Harry Kim who is just fine. The ship however needs some repairs that they are working on at the moment." Wesley pauses for a moment as he feels an odd tingling in his mind and his eyes open wide when he figures out the reason. ~Two of the Grays are here. I will have to be careful seeing as they will think I am Q and they dislike them so much. ~ Looking back to Janeway he says, "As I was saying in case you did not know we are in the Nexus. It seems that we ended up right in its path when we came out. One last thing captain I am not sure what effect this place will have n the ships systems so I would advise to hold f for a bit n using teleporters or replicaters and stuff of that nature. It may not be a good idea. I offer to go to each ship as Messenger till we a get a better way to talk to each other. I told Harry Kim I would bring him a data pad of the ships events so he and let Captain Sisko know what is going on and maybe two others for the other federation ships." *********************************************************************** From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: Harry Kim , Courier extraordinaire'~~~ Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 18:28:36 -0000 Harry Kim could not believe his eyes. It was an apparently human looking man who had the power to teleport. Then a name was cast out, Wesley. ::Now why does that ring a bell?:: the ensign thought. He listened to Wesley's idea of his remaining behind to be a liaison to the Defiant and to her crew until something further would be required of him. He nodded to the strange yet benevolent teen and watched as he disappeared. ::Well, I guess I'd better get ready to be receiving a LOT of datapadds. I guess the Captain and Chakotay and the others on my ship are all right. Wesley didn't seem to be worried about them.:: Harry shivered at his last memory of everyone dropping one by one to the deck and his friend, Tom's look of anger as he realized he was the only one able to take charge. That expression on Paris's face merely echoed what Kim felt about being inside yet another unexplained phenomena. ::The Nexus? Gee, I wonder what that is?:: He was going to ask Captain Sisko but the man was in deep consultation with his crew going over matters to be bothered for the moment. ::I forgot:: Kim sighed. ::Here I am only an ensign. A displaced one at that. And this isn't my bridge. So I'm going to have to prove to myself that I can be useful while I'm here.I'm an Ops officer, so I'll act like one.:: He held out his hands to O'Brien, in an unspoken question and pointed to the abandoned science station holding up his medical tricorder which could very easily be reconfigured to be a scientific one. He saw the Chief glance up at his beleaguered superior and he chuckled, waving Kim on ahead with a spanner. Kim said, "Finally.. someone acknowledges me. Thank you , chief." he said as he altered his tricorder to link with Defiant's Ops station. He caught a brief reading of Klingon DNA on the keypads. He raised his eyebrows at O'Brien.. "Missing your Ops/Security Officer?" The smile on the Chief's face washed away and he nodded grudgingly. Harry smiled a small one back, "Don't worry. I'll take really good care of his station until he returns.. Perhaps he was just displaced, like me." Harry quickly pulled up the Defiant's sensor logs and got some interesting readings. This starship held no apparent mass... !!!!!! Kim's forehead furrowed, ::But that's impossible!:: Then he shook himself, "Wesley did mention that we were in an area of space called the Nexus. I wonder if the Defiant's computer records have anything on it. " Harry Kim felt a new presence at his shoulder. It was Lor, who looked so much like Data, it was uncanny. Only the clothes betrayed his true identity, brown overalls. The android was fascinated with Harry's referencing and crosschecks and he folded arms behind his back respectfully while he watched. Chief O'Brien shot a warning look at Harry with a meaningful cock of his head to Lor. But all Harry saw was a slight smile on the android's features. ::This being, a killer? Doesn't feel like it.:: he reasoned. But he gave an answering nod to the Chief and moved so his back wasn't to Lor. "Whoa..." Kim sighed. He reported his findings to the air and while he read, Quark and Lor gathered close reading from the screen. "This Nexus is on file! It was present at the death of the James Kirk of the original Enterprise. He was on the maiden tour of the Enterprise B," he glanced up at the Defiant's working viewscreen and saw the ghost like image of the Ent-B there along side three other vessels. The Lakul, Voyager, and now, the Liberty.. ::Isn't that Chakotay's Maquis vessel from before he joined up with Voyager? That's odd. It's like anything we think or believe comes real here. I wonder who thought up that little ship?:: He noticed that the situation on the viewscreen was not lost on Sisko who was paying close attention now from his command chair with the one called Odo at his side watching with him. Just as suddenly, the Liberty disappeared. "What?.." Quark complained, "I think somebody's fantasy of that ship just ended. Now if only I can dream up the Great Treasury, I'd be in Ferengi heaven....But this place doesn't seem to work for me." Harry sighed, and then he found a one Guinan's account of the Nexus in one of the Enterprise D log reports talking about it to a one Jean Luc Picard. "Now this is interesting.. She knows all about this place.. I wonder if she's here too.." He turned to the bridge aloud and said, "Guinan!! I now know about you and the Nexus.. If the powers of this place are indeed anything one wishes or believes.. I would like you to be here ..." He pointed to the deck, "to guide us..." he whispered. "Come if you can." Kim closed his eyes and waited. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Harry Kim promo-lilac background Image : A grinning Quark with a saxophone smoke all around him.. Too hot! *logo* Paramount logo and link to site. ************************************************************************ From: "Cory Anda" Subject: Signs and symbols.... Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 18:45:08 -0000 Chakotay blinked.. Captain Janeway was addressing him. The Captain sank back into her chair, happy her ship appeared to be intact. "Chakotay, can you give me a status report?" She looked at him expectantly. "Oh, ah.. yes. Captain, I am no longer injured." He glanced down at his hands and skin which still had flaking blood on them even though the skin beneath felt healthy and whole. He felt his head at an itch and felt drying blood there, too. At a thought he wished it away. Kathryn's eyes widened as she saw the change in Chakotay's appearance so suddenly. The EMH grunted in satisfaction on his last scan of the first officer and moved off to attend to others scrapes and bruises for those who hadn't quite mastered the Nexus's powers. "I guess I understand ether realms better than most." he grinned at her, "We're inside th--" Then Wesley appeared once more, and finished where Chakotay left off. In between thoughts, Chakotay leaned over to Kathryn and said, "I'll give you a few dreamscape lessons and maybe you'll be able to dream up that perfect cup of coffee afterwards.. You should have taken me up on my offer to teach you more about your spirit guide and how he works in your mind. I wish I could show you right here, but somehow, that place in the dream quest manifests as real.. I was injured by an albino buffalo, a Manitou, the one who brings dreams..." he raised his eyebrows ironically and turned to listen to Wesley offer his help as messenger. Chakotay nodded, "Sounds feasible. With the main viewer on the fritz and our power distribution net sketchy, we can use live communication between all of these vessels out there. Thank you, Wesley." He glanced up briefly and felt a shock, he had seen a ghostly outline of his old ship, the Liberty.. But then it was gone as soon as the image triggered his sharp memory.. "Now who could've done that?!" At the captain's questioning gaze, he reiterated.. "Only a few people know about the Liberty, it was there a few moments ago. Now it's gone.." ::Seska..:: But she was dead, wasn't she? Then the computer fired off a warp core breach warning and all hell broke loose, Chakotay and Janeway snapped orders to contain matters to handle the emergency but as soon as it began, it had ended.. "What th-?" the first officer grunted. On an impulse, he glanced at Janeway and toggled a switch. "Chakotay to engineering, situation report.." Janeway saw Chakotay almost turn white as his dream buffalo when the voice answered back saying that B'Elanna had disappeared off ship and that the crisis was over. It was Seska!! By all rank and protocol, engineering was now all hers with Torres missing. The strange appearance and disappearance of the Liberty was most likely due to Seska. "She's got the hang of the Nexus, too." Chakotay told his captain and Wesley. "As we all know, she doesn't have Voyager's best interests at heart." A new voice broke the stunned stillness between Wesley, Janeway and Chakotay. "Who doesn't?" Startled, Wesley, Janeway, Chakotay, Tom, Spot, Isis and Naomi all looked at the new arrival in wonder. Reginald Barclay held out a steaming cup of REAL earth coffee to his favorite captain, grinning broadly.. "You may be incapable of using this Nexus because of your skeptical scientific nature, captain, but I can do things FOR you.. You see? I've found this place with the Argus array just a few days ago while sending out your monthly mailcall... And now, I am here in the flesh!!" Barclay's eyes twinkled as Janeway and Chakotay put two and two together.. "Yes,.. from the Argus array, in the Alpha Quadrant.... It's too bad you are all shadows on shadow vessels, commander. Because this part of the Nexus Ribbon is hanging over Pluto right now.." He watched Janeway pat herself down as if checking to see whether or not she was a ghost while Chakotay gripped the seeming reality of the armrests beneath his hands. "Yes, I and Wesley here are the only real people here. Remember the silver blood people, Captain Janeway? The ones from the Demon Planet? Well, this all is the same idea.. We,... are like they.. Shadows.. Only we won't disintegrate at all. But our existence is tied solely to the Nexus itself, we exist,,.... only here. Don't worry all. I've been keeping tabs on the real Defiant and the real Lakul, the real Enterprise B and genuine Voyager closely. The Defiant has just reported surviving an ion storm off Bajor and is docking with DS9 as we speak, the Lakul is in space dock, the Enterprise B is still in the Utopia Planetia Shipyards museum and" Barclay sighed sadly, "I'm afraid, Voyager is still lost 54 thousand light years away in the Delta Quadrant..." At Janeway's stunned look and sudden full eyes he added, "But don't worry. The mail got through...I redirected it to the proper Voyager.. Your crew is reading it right now. I-I assure you. I promise to be there for her like I am for you now, captain, on this Voyager. Just believe that it's true and it will happen." The lieutenant waited to see how his words were taken and he sat down on the rail near her and waited.. Then he spied Spot.. His face fell into absolute joy and he began to fawn over Spot like no one's business.. "Oh, Spot..I thought you were a pussy popsicle,, It's so good to see you... I wonder who dreamed YOU back.. I'm so glad you aren't dead.. Yes,.. I love you too..." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Janeway and Chakotay in a collage showing their working relationship. Image : Barclay and Spot, nose to nose. *animated gif* A classic Enterprise and stars revolving inside a clear marble of glass. Image : Logo- Four captains and their ships. *animated bar* A green light tracing back and forth on red beads. ************************************************************************** From: "Fran Catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Torment....and Confusion Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2001 04:06:06 -0000 >The light cleared, and she was face to face with someone >she never wanted to see again. "Well, so we meet again, >B'Elanna. I assure you, you will not get away from me >this time." ::And I thought it couldn't get any worse. >:: B'Elanna internally grimaced. Here, in front of her, >stood Kotar, grinning widely. She was on the Barge of >the Dead, on the way to Gre'thor, also known as Klingon >Hell, where dishonored souls were taken. B'Elanna was confused. ::Have I died?:: she wondered. It didn't make any sense. She remembered being on Voyager, yet something must have gone terribly wrong, if she was now here. At last, she decided to turn her attention to Kotar. Smiling at him, she said, "How nice to see you again, Kotar. Although I think you must have made a mistake. You see, I'm...NOT...dead." she hissed at him. "It doesn't matter if you are dead or not, my dear." he replied smoothly. YOU are the one who has brought yourself here, not me." he finished. ::I did this? But how?:: she thought. Realizing he was speaking again, she returned her attention to Kotar. "...and I assure you, B'Elanna, your dishonor will not allow you to escape. You really are a pathetic creature. You serve Starfleet, obeying your human captain like a dog. You have mated with a human, one who has also dishonored his family. You scorn your Klingon heritage, when in reality, WE should be scorning YOU!" his voice had risen throughout his speech, and his anger and utter contempt were obvious. Seething, he played his trump card. "And, there's the matter of your mother, Miral. I can make sure you NEVER see her in Sto-Vo-Kor!" Initially stunned by his tongue-lashing, she began to get angry, the anger growing and growing until it was boiling when Kotar had finished his little diatribe. Especially when he mentioned her mother. Her anger became focused, and she wanted to hurt him. No, she wanted to kill him. Suddenly, a Bat'Leth was in her hands. She looked at it, mildly surprised. As she turned her attention to Kotar, she realized he was gone. She didn't know where, but she would find him. She slowly started to search the deck. As she continued searching, her anger began to slowly cool. The anger was turning to uncertainty and fear. As she continued searching, she felt someone bump into her from the rear. Turning, she saw a Trill woman, wearing a Starfleet uniform. ::Who is this?::, she wondered. ::What is she doing here?:: Uncertain if this was some trick of Kotar's, she levelled the weapon at the woman's throat. >The Trill smiled wryly, "You can try to kill me but my >symbiont is no longer present so I am as good as dead. >Press in another five centimeters and my carotid artery >is sure to be compromised and I assure you, I will die >most spectacularly..." she hissed angrily. She stared at the woman. ::She IS real.:: B'Elanna realized. She didn't know how or why, but she realized this Trill was in the same situation as she was. Lowering the weapon, she relaxed somewhat. "It appears we both have something in common. Now, how do we get out of here?" she asked. She looked around. Kotar and his crew were frantically running around the ship, and she realized Kotar had actually forgotten about them. What could cause Kotar to become distracted, where he would not willingly torment his passengers? She decided she should stop thinking about herself, and just notice what was going on around her. The sky had a strange appearance. Then, she saw it. Over near the entrance to Gre'thor. The crimson ribbon she had noticed on Voyager. "Do you have any idea what that is?" she asked the Trill. "All I know is I first saw it on Voyager, before I ended up here." At the thought of Voyager, her Klingon garb disappeared, replaced with her Starfleet uniform. The Bat'Leth was also gone. "It appears whatever we think can become reality. Maybe we can think ourselves off this ship!" she jokingly stated. And just like that, she was. She found herself onboard a Starfleet vessel. One she had never been onboard before. There was a buzz of activity around her. She noticed a male, human captain, one she did not recognize. However, she recognized the Ferengi, as well as the android Data from their recent adventure. Others she did not know. But, the last person, standing over at Ops, she did recognize. Smiling in great relief, she stated, "Harry, am I ever glad to see you! Now, can you tell me just what we are doing here?" ____________________________________________________________ (attachments) Image : B'Elanna in battle armour. Image : Gre'thor the Klingon afterlife citadel gate. Image : B'Elanna in her Engineering uniform with Harry. *animated gif* Four ships morphing from one to another, TOS, STTNG, DS9, and STV's. ************************************************************** From: "Lil Sister" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Act from your heart for all Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2001 08:14:56 -0000 Lor saw that a person new was with them. He saw she was Klingon and had the clothes of Harry's kind. He searched her face for the answers about the outside fire but saw nothing. He turned to the ensigne Harry and spoke with curious heart, "Is this the Security Officer you had speakings of to O'Brien? If so, she is back." The woman's heart was not so kind. She gave her compatriot a not funny seeing on her face. Then she turned her back to look at the ship peoples here in this Defeant. Lor did not mind. He knew now the emotion of no control and the power of it over one's self who was accostumed to having that nearest. His new chip was also gifting understandings of biologikal beings now. He knew now. As he had not, to feel. Lor saw the fire that was called the Nexus in place of his speakings of the Place of Angels and felt it was a good naming. For a nexus was a meetings of peoples and things of the mind, no? And here was certainly it. "I know I have to learn of our surroundings, Harry and Torrez. But I am not the man that Defeant engineere says is the evilness of one who takes life. This place around us has gifted me with heaven in this chip in my head, yes? I am new now. But if the body is still guilt then I will be your captive one for that crime which I stands by witnesses like he. I will not be free if I kills in the past." Lor put his arms in the surrender angle and bowed his head. He saw the Klingon woman go unguarded and the chief stand with open eyes. He did not say himself much and they both just thought. Lor felt a need to say, "I know this Nexus is wonderous. It is a placings the non alive have power to do as well. I am not alive, but I have awarenesses. I have made great changes in mine heart. So have fear not. The Place of Angels has blessings for me and I partake then. I find the lab where I began and a great desertland but then I was here. If I do grip this power to go far, I want to help people here, yes?" Lor stood open in mind