..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 third showing of a Voyagerliveaction adventure in our third writing season.. Voyagerliveaction is a live ongoing Star Trek Theater made just for sharing the joy of creative writing in year long television episodes of fan co-written fiction . http://www.voyagerliveaction.com United States Showcase Site http://www.geocities.com/voyagerliveaction Mirror Site. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/voyagerliveaction Distribution Writer's Hub Site. Voyagerliveaction--A Live Theater Star Trek Story co-written by fan members on an email driven Yahoogroups site and seen in four countries by an audience of thousands. Nothing is preplanned, nothing rehearsed, This is true live theater with words. The storylines which developed in the first two years took many honors in fan fiction realms abroad. 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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 intriguing watching each 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 on 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 actors to write with us. One from Star Trek 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 2002. Rated PG-13 for all audiences. This adventure is year THREE, now just completing its last few weeks of "web" time as of 31 December 2002. 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And control what happens next. :) We are Located at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/voyagerliveaction Writer's Distribution Hub The graphic site is here. http://www.voyagerliveaction Showcase Site 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 THREE... See you Shipside. =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =^= Let the "Play" begin.. :) =^= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= Year Three Voyagerliveaction Theater 2002. ************************************** WEEK ONE RECAP 01-08-02 http://www.geocities.com/voyagerliveaction Graphic Site http://groups.yahoo.com/group/voyagerliveaction Writing Site ******************************** From : "patti keiper" Subject : [voyagerliveaction] The Wrong Side of the Bed.. Date : Tue, 08 Jan 2002 03:05:45 +0000 #The Time is 0700.# came a soft peeling, computerized voice in a sultry alto. #The Time is 0700.# it repeated. The form sprawled under the silver sheets grunted. "Hmmph?" and flipped over, upsetting a stack of datapadds over a low table to one side of the bed awash in brilliant sunlight. Leonard Bones McCoy wasn't even awake when he said. "Computer! Dim the d@mned lights!! For crying out l--" #San Francisco is experiencing direct ten degree azimuth. It is full daybreak. Cannot comply. No illumination was initiated upon nightfall.# McCoy's groan punctuated the computer's programmed logic and he attempted to snuff it out with a copious pillow over his own face along with the sunlight. But the wakening tones kept sounding, dragging him the rest of the way out of sleep. ::It's been a full decade since I've had to obey Academy wakeup calls. I've enough rank for FIVE cadets.:: he thought. "My quarters should be IMMUNE to you. Why don't you just go blow an isolinear chip somewhere and hush up?" he mumbled to the overhead speaker. "I don't have to teach any class until 0900 today." and his voice softened into a snore from the muffled mumble."Let a tired old country doctor sleep. It's Monday for Pete's sake...." #Correction. Today is Tuesday.# Bones McCoy sat bolt upright. "What?!! Ohmygod.." and he shot out of bed, knocking the rest of his lecture padds off the veranda to cascade colorfully onto the floor. The sun's glare through his officer's special guest quarters blinded him just enough that he didn't see the one that got underneath him and skidded both his feet out from under him. The momentum from his aborted dash for the sonic shower suddenly made him aerodynamically airborne..... Bones remembered two seconds of Starfleet gray walls followed by steel blue carpetting as he did a backflip and landed on his jaw and stomach. His left arm wasn't so lucky and took the brunt of his weight across the wrist. SNAP!! he felt and a white hot world of pain greeted him when he hit the floor the rest of the way. "Oooohhhhh... shi----" and then his air forced out of his chest, and the wind was knocked out soundly from his lungs. He lay there, stunned and breathless. Stars greeted his eyes and so did an awful buzzing in his ears from the collision with the floor. ::Don't Starfleet designers believe in creature comfort?! That must be concrete under there...:: His chin complained with a stinging of sudden deep rug burn. #Do you require medical assistance?# the automated Academy computer bot asked... The tiniest of wheezes escaped him as Bones fought his autonomic reflexes in an attempt to breathe in. But another part of his mind was all doctor. ::I'll bet fifty credits on the length of T'Pau's ears I broke four metacarpals in that one..:: He decided to lay still, belly down, and think about something more pleasant. The computer, not getting a reply from its cabin occupant, carried on into a further step of protocol. #Lifesigns indicate injury. Summoning personnel. Please remain calm.# ::In a pig's eye!!:: McCoy sputtered, still trying to gasp in around his jolted wind. ::Just how in the world am I going to conduct my seminar on the facets of human/non-human hybridation with a fractured arm?? I'm late already! Oh,,... Jim's gonna rake me over the coals for this little stunt. He's always onto me about my messy quarters like an old mother hen.:: An electronic shimmer and hum met his ears while he lay there staring at his burning, ballooning wrist He felt himself gasping without a sound like a Kanapesian Fish on land. "....Please state the nature of the m-- " Then a new-ish Mach One EMH turned, obeying its sensors and it turned toward the distressed lifesign registering in the room. It said, "Ah,.. Doctor. Looks like you've fallen and can't get up." he quipped, smiling mildly.. Then his grin faded and he got to work. He quickly noticed Bones's lack of noises airwise and remedied the situation with a fortuitous hypospray from his away medkit. The missing wind in Bones's chest promptly returned and McCoy took in great gasping breaths while he allowed the Academy EMH to sit him up and steady him against the side of the bed. Admiral McCoy was hurt but he wasn't beneath venting a little. "...*GaSSSpppp.* " he breathed, a second after the delivering medication relaxed his diaphram muscles, allowing him to breathe again. "Gee, how ob- observant of you ther-- *gasp..* Did that annoying sentient computer alarm clock tell you that or did your logic chips emulate a Vulcan to accomplish the same diagnosis??" he snapped. He instantly regretted his sharp retort when the movement made his broken wrist bones grate together. The EMH kneeling before him hardly blinked, in fact, he replied with a little acid wit himself. "Did that fall damage your cranium or are you always this overwhelmingly charming to someone you've just met?" McCoy sputtered on.. still sarcastic. (SEE SOUND BITE ATTACHED AT TOP OF THIS POST) Bones blinked his watering eyes long enough to really peer at his benefactor..He noted a balding pate instead of the usual sandy fullness on his head. "Wait a minute. I thought Starfleet Medical upgraded the bioflag emergency system with Mach V model EMH's last year ever since the Prometheus came back behind Voyager through that d@mned Borg slipstream node." "They did.. I'm your next door neighbor who was scheduled to attend your supposed seminar.. I heard you fall and noted the computer's query into your state of health through my autonomous emitter.." the EMH said, getting a baseline reading of McCoy's fracture. Bones harrumphed in his throat. "You've got..to be kidding.. Starfleet doesn't send holograms to the Academy to ..to ..to take classes like some first year cadet.. They just program whatever they feel like it into the computational matrices..." "Not mine." the EMH said pleasantly. He supported McCoy's arm with one hand as he ran an ossicular stazer beam over the site, mending the shattered bones under it. "You did quite a little number here. How many backflips did you do befor--" "Never you mind... that little tricorder's got all the data you need for any treatment here." "I can always ask the computer to give me a playback." the EMH dangled.. McCoy wrenched his now healed wrist out of the holodoc's grip. "Oh no.. I can believe a wakeup call personality in the Academy's comm system. I can believe that somebody told you to visit Starfleet Medical with that 'going solo' thingy on your arm to record some high brow medical topics from old fogies like me.. But no way in Hades am I going to believe that every cabin here is rigged with Big Brother!" "It's not.. I'm just checking on how well you respond to subtle verbal stimuli like every good emergency medical rescuer does in a trauma related case. Congratulations, doctor. You passed. You may now get to your feet to pace in indignation and rant at me all you like." he added blandly. "I've just certified you as fully recovered." the EMH replied. That shut Bones up. He rose, but sat on the edge of his bed while the holodoc calmly picked up every one of his floor scattered datapadds and handed them to McCoy. "Thankyou,...doctor....?" he prompted for a name. "I don't yet have one... Captain Janeway and Chakotay have been at me for years since we all got back for my answer, but I haven't had time to think of one just yet." Bones was curious. "You know the Voyager Captain and Commander? " The holodoc nodded as he put his treating equipment away back into his field medkit. "I was pressed into more than overtime duty on their starship for seven years when their living physician was killed by Caretaker actions." "I haven't gotten a chance to meet them yet." McCoy said seriously, but a little awed. "Heard they were here at Headquarters to lecture some. Just read yesterday that they were going to speak in my class as guest speakers on my topic of study. Said they knew of a hybridized human themselves.. Like I know Spock." "You're referring to B'Elanna Torres, lately gone off world. She's half human and half Klingon. Unfortunately, she won't be around this semester to lecture on the subject herself so Kathryn and Chakotay are doing it for her..." the doc said mildly. That reminded McCoy of his very late tardiness. "Ohmygod, we've got to get going... If you are telling me the truth about being on Earth to learn a few things. Just tag along with me and help me carry these things to class!!" Bones said handing the stack of data padds hastily at the EMH. He rushed toward the door. A clearing of a throat stopped him in his tracks. McCoy turned around and regarded the hologram giving him a head to toe appraising stare. Bones looked down and saw he was still in his Starfleet issue gray T- Shirt and shorts.. "oh... heh. heh." he said sheepishly.. "I forgot.." "Just make sure it's just natural aging doing that and not the results of your fall...." the EMH said. "Oh ha. ha." Bones said dryly. "I'll comm the lecturn ahead and tell him to show your documentary to your class first to buy us time to arrive there. Go change.." McCoy grinned toothily and headed for the sonic shower.. but he turned back immediately. "Hey doc.." he called out. "Yeah?" the EMH answered. "Toss me your medkit. I gotta evap these rugburns on my chin, or someone will think I lost the barfight last night..." "Barfight?" "Yeah. Me and my buddies stopped some offworld lackies from tribble racing in NewChinaTown.." "Tribble racing..?" "Yeah. I bet on the winning tribble and got to keep him. Its trainers got a little sore over the conditions of the bet and wanted their champion back. I told them no and called down security on them. We had to delay the undergrounders until the musclemen came to haul them away." "Where is it now?" "Where is what?" "The tribble..." McCoy's eyes finally dawned comprehension. "Oh. Him. Don't know. He got out of our skimmer somehow and the last I saw of him, he was rolling across the shuttle lot." "Oh. Boothby isn't going to like a tribble running loose in his gardens.." "It's good for him. After all, he's been weeding those beds out there for almost fifty years now. He was out there when Jim was just a wet behind the ears lieutenant..." "He was there when Captain Janeway was one, too." the EMH added. "Tell you what doctor.." "What?" McCoy said from the sonic shower he just turned on. "Get dressed and we'll visit the Academy Sickbay. Then we can get a tracer on your truant tribble and properly regrow your torn chin all at the same time.." the EMH quipped. "I'm not too keen on weathering Boothby's wrath when he finds tribble toothmarks in his petunias. I want to cage him long before then." "I don't think any technology's good enough to track tribbles. " McCoy said ruefully. "I heard of one fellow me and Jim sidelined to a Space Station to round up a tribble outbreak. What was his name again? Oh, yeah.. Cyrano Jones.. Took him 24.5 years to do it with every sensor and scanner and probe on the entire base. But why worry? What's one little tribble gonna do here? We're a hundred kilometers away from the nearest quatrotriticale field." "That's what I'm afraid of..." the holodoc emitted. "Huh.." Bones said frankly, not understanding that answer from his newfound medical friend at all. "Let's get to sickbay.." and he looked at his wrist chronometer. "I've only got a half an hour before my film is over in class. We've gotta rush a bit to cover here." "Fine. Let's go.. I know the best route to dodge Boothby's location on the grounds. Being attached to the computer, I always know where he is." "I'll trust your judgement.." Bones said grudgingly. ---------------------------------------------------- McCoy and the EMH arrived at the huge sickbay complex in Starfleet Headquarters on the water side of San Francisco Bay.. It was almost as large as Starfleet Headquarters and the Academy combined. All three buildings faced each other in a triad across sculpted elegant grounds and glowed like bright, white snow in the morning sunlight. They soon were inside. Bones plopped his butt on the nearest biobed and brought his hands together with a resounding clap. "Let's get that photostatic rear in gear. We've both got a full day ahead of us.." The EMH rolled his brown unreal eyes. "I'm not the one who's teaching today, am I?" "No, but you're gonna be a solid notetaker, and believe me. I can make the best of transcribers sweat bullets with one of my rapid fire power lectures." Bones grinned. "You're forgetting something." "Oh?" Bones asked, waving at a cute young nurse passing curiously by as the EMH healed his scuffed and hastily protopatched chin. "I'm not human. I've got holographic capability. I can keep up with anything that speaks." and the EMH smiled a little smugly. "Don't be so sure, doc." McCoy winked. "I always lecture with a Vulcan computer, tandemly linked." The smile wiped off the EMH's face a second later. ----------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: Starfleet Academy grounds in bright sun. Audio: McCoy- I've got sickbay ready. Image: McCoy in a grey T-shirt. *animated gif* A medical tricorder spinning. Image: The EMH- Voyager's holodoc giving a shocked look in a close up. ***************************************** From : "Roxy Dee" Subject : [voyagerliveaction] Here's to Coffee and....Donuts~~ Date : Tue, 08 Jan 2002 18:23:43 +0000 On the far side of the main Headquarters building, a fair haired, hazel eyed captain in old style uniform hurried with his equipment across the gardens of the Academy grounds. He was reviewing notes on a tricorder equally old style and somehow, his feet stayed on the ornate stone path weaving in between the evergreen bushes and flowerbeds adorning it on either side. He was at a good clip, moving along with a coffee cup in his other hand when a voice called out, "Watch your course captain!" Kirk looked up in time to narrowly avoid falling over a wheel barrel full of red and white petunias right in the middle of the sidewalk. He pinwheeled his arms, losing his coffee but recovering his balance quickly as his shins snugged up against the handles of the wheelbarrel. "Whoaaa.." Boothby rose from his flower bed and caught the sailing coffee cup without spilling a drop. He waited patiently for Kirk to notice then handed it back to him. "Don't tell me Academy fashions are returning to those tacky gold pj's with the balloon pants again. Seems like the younger generation these days likes to copy the old." James T Kirk regarded the gardener before him. "Boothby?.. Aren't you.. aren't you dead... or something? You were weeding this very same flower bed thirty years ago when I was a cadet." The wrinkled old man in the straw hat laughed and replied in a stern voice. "They haven't been able to replace me nor find someone with instincts as good as mine for finding the really good ones. And I'm not talking about flowers here, son." Kirk looked sharply at Boothby. "So it's true. You wander the grounds using gardening as your cover while you check out and find cadets who show command potential from the sidelines." Boothby chuckled and scratched his sweaty head. "Took you that long to figure that out Mr. Kirk? I'm surprised at you." Kirk grinned ruefully in amusement when the older man ignored rank and called him by his old cadet title. "Spock was the one who put two and two together over breakfast. He saw you out here earlier." Kirk replied. "So..You see everything.. Who else is here on the grounds besides me? If you tell me, I'll explain why I'm wearing my old Enterprise uniform." and he snatched off Boothby's sun hat quickly in jest. That bait caught Boothby hook, line and sinker. "Hey.. Give that back...! Do you want to give me heat stroke or something?" But he saw the sharp tone leave the gardener's voice and his eyes shifted to the ground. ::Got you. :: Kirk thought. ::Thanks Spock. For giving me a rundown on Boothby's psyche. I'll get what I want to hear now.:: "I shouldn't be telling you this, Mr. Kirk. But, since you lived up to the potential I told them you would on Enterprise. I think I will." And he leaned on his hoe sliding his handerchief off his neck to let the morning breeze dry it. "A lot of your old crewmates from your first captaincy are here. I saw McCoy and that old Mach I EMH from Voyager slinking around avoiding me for some reason. I've also seen crew from Mr. Picard's ship from the Enterprise four times your ship's descendent." the wizened caretaker squinted sharply at Kirk. "Certain captains I know standing before me right now wouldn't want to tell ol Boothby how he managed to blow up two starships under his command? No?? All right. " he said when he saw Kirk properly looked pained at the memory. "I heard why you did it for both of them, anyway. Just wanted to see you show the proper respect for those fine ships passing, Mr. Kirk. Rare blooms they were." Kirk smoothed down the material of his old gold uniform in reminder. "My this shirt is comfortable.. I've got it on again for very good reason..." Boothby held up a gnarled hand. "Wait..! I'll tell you what you want to know. Just don't go yet.." Kirk smiled and put his hand on his hip, sipping his steaming coffee lightly. "Do tell, Mr. Boothby.." Boothby winced and mumbled. "I hate it when my chosen cadets finally get to be captains. They learn how to push all my buttons in a way I hate the most. Baiting for information. I've seen one young gal from that far flung Deep Space Nine by that wormhole here too. You know the one. She's got a worm in her stomach." "Jadzia Dax?" Kirk said. He remembered her. She was a pretty face he saw in a time loop a long time ago, operating a bridge science station covered in tribbles. He shook his head at the memory. And added.. "Don't become a captain, Boothby. Time paradoxes have a tendency to stick in your brain when they really didn't happen." "Huh?" Boothby said. "Never mind. Do continue.." Kik encouraged, "I've got to get going in a minute or so..." and he stepped away pointing down the stone path. "Wait..! I saw another captain here. The one with the steel bun and her indian sidekick.. Yeah, I remember now. Miss Janeway. Another cadet I marked as special. She's here and they were headed the same way I saw your Bones McCoy was heading. Towards Starfleet Medical's main symposium building." Kirk handed Boothby his hat back. "Thankyou.. You know how deep the red tape is around here for learning just who's in Headquarters on Earth at any one time. It's like pulling teeth." "Why do you think I'm out here in the fresh air instead of doing my work in some dark dank stuffy highbrow office??" Boothby retorted. "Oh yeah... you'll be running into Scotty around here somewhere. I can smell him." "Smell him?" Kirk asked. "You'll find out.." Boothby nodded. "Now about the uniform?" he said, smacking Kirk in the chest with a dirty hand. "Oh yes.." Kirk said smiling. "I'm heading a very special secret project in Building Five over there..." Boothby grunted. "Oh you mean the one with the big donut in it...." "How did you learn that?" Kirk said in surprise. "Transporting the Guardian of Forever from its ancestral home to Earth was kept under tight wraps." "Flowers always know Mr. Kirk." Boothby said. "The wistera vines are blooming in daylight around those windows. They only do that if a moon is showing somewhere. And with that glowing donut's flashing multiple histories at you project people, those vines get to see a lot of moonlight now don't they? Doesn't take a captain to figure out how that kind of thing can happen. The only answer is a time door." "hmmm," Kirk mumbled. "The flowers are tattling on us.." "Your secret's safe with me Mr. Kirk. Only another gardener would notice those blooms blooming oddly like that around Building Five. Like your Sulu perhaps. But I haven't seen him around here yet.." Kirk smiled. "Hmm.. Enterprise, Enterprise D, and Voyager personnel all on Earth. Interesting.. I wonder why we're all here...." he said. "Hey, we had a deal." Boothby snapped. "Info for why you're back in your yellow pajamas..." "So we did, Mr. Boothby." Kirk said a little uncomfortable. He mumbled out. "The Guardian didn't recognize me until I put on this uniform. It only answers my questions if I wear this outfit.." he said from the corner of his mouth. "aaaahhhhhhh.." Boothby said. And it was his turn to smile. Kirk silenced him by smacking a hand holding his empty coffee cup against Boothby's apron." Hooo!.. Would you look at that?? Look right over there, by that tree..." "Where..?" Boothby said. "Right over there. I might be seeing things but I think I see .... a tribble sitting on the lawn??" Boothby didn't even turn around. "Right.. and there's Romulans in the cafeteria..." "No really. Boothby. It's small and brown and it just rolled that way.." "Not going to fall for it captain." "Ah, well, You'll soon find out. If you know everything happening at Starfleet Academy and at Headquarters. You'll soon know this too. Better listen to your long line of captains candidates, Mr. Boothby. Sometimes we are just a little bit better than their old teacher appraiser hiding in the flower beds..Carry on sir.." And he stepped on his way to Building Five. Boothby tossed Kirk's coffee cup into his wheel barrel. "Hmmphh. smart aleck captains. Thinking they can tease me into thinking that... huh..Tribbles indeed." he grunted sarcastically. --------------------------------------------------------------- Kirk arrived at his work station deep in the bowels of Building Five and told security about the betraying vines clinging around the windows. They promptly adjusted the security fields in all the windows to block out light as well as sounds. ::No doubt the vines won't be blooming tommorrow in daylight. Now will they?:: He saw the dark and silent Guardian of Forever sitting below him in a huge hanger in the very dirt from its planet. Starfleet was very careful to have transported the time portal with a large bit of rigoloth underneath it and most of the rock strata it sat upon as well. Even the atmosphere around it was climate controlled and identical to its home planet's. ::It's fussy about that. Couldn't believe it when the Guardian told me to move a rock two centimeters more to the left down there.:: he grinned. He nodded to officers as he descended the stairwell and popped through the containment field into the guardian's envelope. The air was spicy and the same howling wind, simulated though it may be, filled his ears. The same feeling of awe filled him as many memories surfaced. ::Edith Keeler.. Bone's face white with overdose. :: Then he approached the Guardian and it spoke, it's huge stony arch filling with bluish milky light. #A QUESTION. LONG HAVE I AWAITED A QUESTION. LET ME BE YOUR GATEWAY...# Kirk stepped forward. "It is time. We are prepared to fulfill your request, Guardian. We will allow your traveler to visit among us. It is agreed by my superiors.." #THEN I WILL BRING HER FORTH.# Kirk waved both medical and security personnel into the Guardian's enclosure and nodded to Guardian. "We are ready...." The timeless fog filled the stony circle gate and multiple times flashed before their eyes. One scene came into being. A short haired blond woman with a phaser challenging an oil slick being guarding a crashed shuttlecraft by a cliff. The evil being Armus flung an energy bolt at the woman and she went flying backward. Equally fast, Kirk saw the Guardian deflect a part of that attack, so only a fraction of Armus's power reached the woman. Then it caught her before she struck the ground and angled her fall towards the watching Starfleet officers. Kirk braced himself as the woman fell through the portal into his arms. He lowered her to the dirt ground and felt her neck for a pulse. It was there.. "..what...?" the woman moaned. Kirk held her still. "Easy. Just relax. You're hurt. Let my medical officers have a look at you. What's your name?" He nodded to the Guardian and the gateway went dark and silent. The billowing fog went away. Kirk dragged the woman in mustard yellow backwards away from the Guardian to his waiting team. Then he supported her head in his lap, holding his hand over a gash in her forehead to control bleeding and checked how she was breathing. The woman coughed and said, "It's Tasha.. Tasha Yar.. and I'm on a rescue mission to save my friend Deanna Troi.." ------------------------- (attachments) Image: Kirk leaning on his elbow. Image: Yar promo Paramount shot. *animated gif* Kirk beams home from the Guardian of Forever planet. ************************* From : "Katherine Bird" Subject : Temporal Hide and Seek. Date : Tue, 08 Jan 2002 20:46:17 +0000 Lt. Uhura was in the main reception area of Starfleet Medical. Nurse Christine Chapel had just had breakfast with her and her shipmate was now checking in with the Main Sickbay to see if any new patients were arrived during the night. "Psstt..." a voice came from a doorway. Uhura looked up and saw Christine motioning her into the main ward of Starfleet medical. "Christine? Wha-" "Shh.. It's the only way we'll get you inside.. Now play along." and Nurse Chapel took Uhura's arm and announced to the staff milling about as the two of them made their way to Chapel's temporary office. "You said you were feeling light headed lieutenant?" she said loudly.. Uhura caught on fast to the act and said, "Uh, yeah.. right after I had some of Spock's Plohmek Soup...ohhh.." she groaned. Some quick med techs helped Uhura onto a biobed and hurried back to their duties when Christine waved them away.. "It's ok, boys.. I got her." Christine waited until they were well away from earshot while she scanned Uhura with a tricorder she barely knew how to operate... "Man .. these new fangled things.. I'd give anything to have my old tricorder back." Uhura giggled, then stifled it and continued to play her feigned role of sick outpatient. "Against the rules according to the Guardian of Forever. Did you find out why Captain Kirk pulled us from the past into the present yet?" Christine gave Uhura an amused glance and said, "Here, uh Mrs. Uhura? This should fix you right off. Looks like I'm reading just a mild reaction to the Minhk bean broth from the soup you had.." she said loudly. She injected Uhura with a vitamin shot as cover. Then she added softly. "Have you ever known Captain Kirk to tell us the nitty gritty on any mission of his?" "No..." Uhura admitted and the two women laughed, and immediately hid it again. "Feels odd being in the future like this. I mean who knows if we'll run into Scotty or any one else from the ship here." Christine scoffed, "As if Starfleet didn't already know about mingling Starfleet crew from different times. You can't tell me they don't know about Building Five..." "Shhhh.." Uhura said. "The walls have ears...." and she pointed up. "There's a personality program in the comm system. It's in every cabin serving as a personal medical sentry and wake up call application. It's probably in here too. Watching us.." Christine and Uhura fell silent until Nurse Chapel whispered. "Our computer is much better on Enterprise. Only activates when you hit a switch or verbally order it on.." Uhura grabbed her arm. "I've even heard they have holographic doctors in this time.." "Yuck. What ever happened to the healing power of the human touch. I can just imagine what Dr. McCoy in this time thought when that particular medical advancement came along. Anyway I found out where Bones is right now. He's on his way here. Apparently, the elderly admiral took a fall and was treated in his quarters. The computer told me one of these EMH holos is accompanying him here even as we speak." Chapel admitted. "Is he all right?" "Oh yes,, a simple wrist break, now fully healed. But he'll be here any second for some quick cosmetic repair.." "Oh. In that case." and Uhura jumped down from the bed, smoothing her short red skirt. Chapel herded her into her temporary office. "Captain Kirk says we can interact with anyone from this time without causing problems. The Guardian is protecting us all from paradox only so long as we remain on Earth. We're walking a tightrope keeping the Building Five mission quiet to those directly involved only. But I think all the secrecy is warranted. The woman Captain Kirk is bringing back is very important to ending the risk to Captain Picard's ex- ships counselor." "Is this Deanna Troi very integral to this time period?" Uhura said, "I haven't seen much of her on the newsvids or documentaries in my quarters last night. I did see a wonderful holodocu on the Return of the USS Voyager. Now that... was exciting. It seems this starship was missing for seven years and she actually ...got HOME.." Christine looked at her friend. "Voyager? Now that's familiar. Oh yes.. I saw that ship's coding on the medalert screen when I was looking up Dr. McCoy's whereabouts. That's the ident code on the EMH bringing him in." "Really?" "Yeah.. and that ship's captain and first officer's medical files are here, too. They are here as guest speakers for one of Dr. McCoy's classes this week." "Must be some command crew in those two to have saved a starship like that." Uhura said. "I'd like to meet them.." Both women peeked around the edge of the office door until they saw Dr. McCoy leading a strange balding man into the ward. McCoy's chin was scuffed badly and he held a hand over it. The two Enterprise women watched their conversation unfold. >Bones plopped his butt on the nearest biobed >and brought his hands together with a resounding >clap. "Let's get that photostatic rear in gear. We've >both got a full day ahead of us.." >The EMH rolled his brown unreal eyes. "I'm not >the one who's teaching today, am I?" >"No, but you're gonna be a solid notetaker, and >believe me. I can make the best of transcribers >sweat bullets with one of my rapid fire power >lectures." Bones grinned. >"You're forgetting something." >"Oh?" Bones asked, waving at a cute young nurse >passing curiously by as the EMH healed his scuffed >and hastily protopatched chin. >"I'm not human. I've got holographic capability. >I can keep up with anything that speaks." >and the EMH smiled a little smugly. >"Don't be so sure, doc." McCoy winked. "I always >lecture with a Vulcan computer, tandemly linked." >The smile wiped off the EMH's face a second later. Nurse Chapel and Lt. Uhura giggled again. "Look how old Bones looks. My.. I hope I can get the gray out of my hair when I'm his age." Christine said. "We may be still young and beautiful. But it's the spirit that counts Chris..." Uhura said. "Tell me. Does McCoy know about Building number Five?" "No. Not yet. Captain Kirk said to get him through his lecturing day first before we crack the news about OUR being here... We've got to make sure that Tasha Yar is treated for her injuries adequately before we do that. We've got to get from Tasha the reason why she came forward in time to save Deanna Troi.. The Guardian must have told her something while bringing her here." Said Chapel. "All right.. We'll wait hidden until this Tasha arrives in sickbay to be sure she's going to be all right." Uhura agreed. "Won't be long. There's a new system in place in the communications grid in this time. It's called the emergency bioflag network. It reads on the EMH channels and links to every crewman's combadge on the Grounds. If any medical emergency occurs. Sickbay knows about it.." Christine said. "Wow.. I've got to look at that communications board setup. Sounds ingenius.." Uhura smiled in amazement. "We can do that from here.. Keep an eye out for Kirk's arrival with Tasha Yar into the ward. Shouldn't be long.." Christine said hitting a few buttons on her terminal in her office. "Whose office is this anyway?" Uhura asked. "The Head of Starfleet Medical. Chief Physician Dr. Beverly Crusher.. She's off for the day." "Lucky us..." "Again. We've nothing to worry about, the Guardian will prevent any time paradox with all of us mingling together from so many ships and times like I said before.." A summons on the overhead comm attracted the two Enterprise women.. #Incoming patient. Emergency transport..Biobed Two..# Uhura and Nurse Chapel watched as their older, current times captain appeared boldly still in his gold command uniform leaning over an injured woman who was beamed in stretched out on the bed.. He was keeping a cut from oozing blood on her head with his bare hands. Nurse Chapel started to stride forward instinctively to help but Uhura pulled her back into the darkened office. "No, Christine.. McCoy will see you.. Let them handle Tasha.." Sure enough the bald holodoctor came forward and said, "Please state the nature of the medical emergency..." and he left Bones McCoy's side to go to Kirk and Yar. McCoy wasn't beyond going there either. He quickly went to the distressed woman's side, looking into her pupils as she blacked out. He didn't even blink at Captain Kirk as the man was the same older age as he was. "D@mmit Jim, now what? Move aside and let me take a look at her...." Kirk said to the EMH, "She was struck by an energy beam from an alien creature of some kind.." The EMH nodded and his reopened his field medical kit to scan Tasha with his med tricorder. Kirk stepped back and let the two doctors, one real and one holo, work. He just happened to glance over towards Beverly's office and he noticed Christine and Uhura peeking from the darkness over there. He pointed at his chronometer and waved them to hide again.. "..Not yet.." he mouthed the words without making a sound and pointed to McCoy's back. "...We..know..." Uhura mouthed back.. and Nurse and Communications officer ducked back into the safety of the office's depths. They only heard the activity going on in the main ward as EMH and McCoy treated Tasha Yar's injuries as quickly as they could. Uhura looked at Christine while they pored over the interesting schematics of the bioflag medical system. "Say,, I wonder what incarnation of Spock is here with us. I wonder if he's just as handsome as you still think he is...I could look up his quarters at Starfleet for you." Christine smacked Uhura on the arm.."Mind your own business." ----------------------------- (attachments) Image: Uhura at her comm board. Gif: A lcars computer screen of EMH interfaces. Image: Nurse Chapel surrounded by pink walls. Promo. ********************** From : "Cory Anda" Subject : [voyagerliveaction] Out of the Loop No Longer Date : Wed, 09 Jan 2002 00:45:54 +0000 Captain Janeway, a little silver in her hair sat with her old friend Chakotay in the massive cafeteria of Starfleet Medical. She had two lap tops and many datapadds arranged about the table as she rehearsed the talk she'd give for Admiral McCoy's seminar on human hybridization. The task almost seemed over her head and her body english must have communicated that fact because Chakotay started chuckling as he took a bite of his salad. "I haven't seen you this nervous since you took on the Borg Queen head to head Kathryn. Why be nervous for this presentation? You've been asked to speak at Starfleet Headquarters on a lot of topics like this countless times before..." Chakotay said to his old captain. His own hair was flecked with silver, like it used to be a long time ago when he was a Maquis captain and when Starfleet had been some obscure nemesis to be avoided in the Badlands. Janeway set her coffee mug down on the table with a clunk and waved over a server to fill it yet again. "I know, Chakotay. I know. But I've never had Mr. Spock in the audience while doing it. He's a personal friend of Admiral McCoy's and he's also a human hybridized being who's also half Vulcan. Just imagine how he'll analyze my delivering some dry study and observations about people like himself." she said throwing up her hand in exasperation before she rubbed her forehead in fatigue. "I can see it now. The Famous Voyager Captain gets Tongue Tied at Symposium. Ohh.. all the holovids will make me look like a fool..." she sighed. She nodded thanks and then blinked when the server craftily left three full coffee pots on the table next to her and retreated. "Thanks a lot.." she said to his back sarcastically. "Sorry ma'am.. Standing orders from commissary.." he said not turning around. "Is my reputation that exaggerated around here?" she asked Chakotay. He nodded. "I'm afraid it is, Kathryn..Sort of makes me glad I was only your commander when we got home five years ago. The heat's off me.." and he sipped his own cool tea. Kathryn leaned backwards in her cafeteria chair and pushed away her computers and padds and took a long look around her. ::So many beings here. :: she thought to herself. ::So many races that I don't know coming and going from Starfleet Headquarters in so many ships that I can hardly count them all. :: and her face fell outwardly as well as inwardly. "Penny for your thoughts, Kathryn. You look light years away.." Chakotay said lightly with a gentle smile as he noticed her daydreaming. Janeway regarded Chakotay and patted her hand on his with affection. "Ever feel like you're seriously out of the loop my old friend? Here I am. Still supposedly a captain and yet, I get the undeniable feeling that there are things going on around here that are purposely being kept from me." Chakotay had sympathy and he squeezed her hand back in support. "Frequently. Then again, I don't think there's anyone here at Starfleet Headquarters of any rank that "knows it all"." Janeway laughed morosely.. "Except for perhaps Spock. He knows everything...Ohhh,," she groaned setting her head on the table. "Why did I drink so much coffee this morning..??" "Because it's real.. Because you developed coffee deprivation syndrome being lost on Voyager like we were, from not having access to the real thing. Don't worry about it. It's a minor problem. Sooner or later. Your reflex of grabbing a cup of it every meal and quiet moment will fade back to normal levels." "You aren't the one who had a new disorder named after you. The Janeway Caffeine Syndrome. What a way to get written up in a book for your claim to immortality... Oh, no. What if Spock's READ that book. D@mn.." she said raising her head and tipping all three coffee pots over until they fell over with a clunk, each rocking quietly where they lay in a subtle protest of her body's annoying weakness.. Chakotay's face went serious but a smile still filled his eyes. "Stop worrying about the Vulcan, Kathryn. He still puts on his uniform like we do, one leg at a time so he's far from being the ultrasuperVulcan critic you're making him out to be. Trust the human part in him to be tactful about any opinion he may gather about your speech.." Kathryn sighed. "Can I get a note from the doctor to not go to the Symposium? I feel my Syndrome acting up again..." Chakotay just rolled his eyes.. "Take a look around you Kathryn. You see all those cadets and guest visitors all around us? They all have multiple coffee pots at their tables too. I'm afraid the Janeway Caffeine Syndrome's an accepted epidemic round here at the Academy. Too many students burning the midnight oil I guess..Don't think anyone will even listen to you in Sickbay even if I were to carry you in there myself.." "Coward. You won't even back me." she laughed. "Who's the chicken here, Kathryn? One Vulcan and you fold like a stack of cards." She studied her still empty coffee mug ruefully. "Back to square one..." she admitted. It was Chakotay's turn to lean back in his chair, but he regarded her and her alone to the exclusion of all else. "Have faith in yourself. One tiny symposium appearance isn't going to kill you.." "I wish the coffee would.." she quipped. "I won't allow anything to harm you Kathryn..not even your own quirks.." he admitted. "My own d@mned fault.. " she laughed. "My old crew's loyal to the point of insanity.." "I'm not insane Kathryn... I'm just your date for this trip to San Francisco..You're the one who asked me to be your personal body guard so you'd have time to work on this speech of yours for McCoy.." "Some cover.. I think we had every cadet this side of Earth's moon stop and ask us for our autograph or holopic every since we arrived last night." Kathryn said, shrinking in her seat as one pair of students recognized her from afar and waved enthusiastically and held up their books on Voyager's exploits. Chakotay threw up his hands. "Yeah well my suggestion of your studying in the main cafeteria is working.. They're all too busy eating in here to come bug you..." "There's that...." she agreed and started to relax for the first time since Chakotay forced her to take a break for food. His hair just about curled when he saw who entered the far portal into the cafeteria. "Uh oh..." he trickled. "What?" she said. and followed his gaze.. Spock was across the room gathering a tray and talking with those cadets and guest speakers who approached him for a few words with the icon personality himself. Janeway immediately flicked off her computers and buried her notes into her flight bag. She would have eaten her dress uniform too if she could but the tall Vulcan spotted her and headed their way. ::Boy he looks young. But then again, Vulcans age far better than humans do..:: "Ah,, Captain Janeway, Commander Chakotay.. May I join you?" he said. A simple soup and glass of Altarian water sat on his tray. "I noticed your dress uniforms and surmised you had Starfleet business here on campus today. So do I. May I inquire..?" "Please..have a seat.." Chakotay said, rising, when Kathryn froze in her seat, a false smile of greeting plastered across her face. "I'm....giving a little.....speech today.." Kathryn mumbled. Chakotay raised his hand. "Greetings, Spock. Live long and prosper.." Janeway immediately parroted her ex first officer. They all sat and Kathryn bit into her tuna salad sandwich for cover. She then remembered that it was meat she was sinking her teeth into and immediately spat it out into her napkin, afraid of the insult she might have given Spock by doing so. Chakotay thumped her on the back thinking she had started choking. "I'm fine.." she hissed.. "Sit down.." she told Chakotay. "Oh sorry..." he said. he sat quickly and grabbed another bunch of his salad onto his fork. Spock was unplussed and continued to sip his soup quietly seemingly without noticing the tiny exchange between the humans. Finally, after carefully folding his napkin, he spoke. "You needn't be uncomfortable around me with your consumption of animal flesh. I've long been accustomed to Captain Kirk's lunches of Chicken Salad Sandwiches every since my Enterprise days. Do not be concerned about offending me in any way with your meal selection, Captain Janeway." "Oh. Right. Fine... fine.." Kathryn blurted out then mentally kicked herself for overreacting. Chakotay changed the subject rescuing his old captain. "We were just discussing how Starfleet seems to hold a lot of its citizens and officers in the dark concerning its activities.. Especially here, on campus and at Starfleet Medical.." Spock appraised the Indian Commander and said politely, "That seems always the case with any planetary governmental agency in my experience. Even on Vulcan. My father Sarek, was a high diplomat and ambassador to Earth. Even his rank did not give him broad disclosure on convert operations here in San Francisco." Janeway caught his hint and recognized it for what it was a kilometer away. "Should we compare notes Mr. Spock?" "Only if it is in regards to your upcoming speech. I eagerly await its outcome this morning.." He rose lifting his now empty tray. "If you'll excuse me. I've some errands to attend." The three officers were interrupted by a new person barging into the cafeteria calling out Spock's name. "Mr. Spock.. Mr. Spock!! I need to speak to you right away..!!" It was Reginald Barclay. The harried man in Starfleet Engineering gold rushed to their table and leaned into it, making the tipped over coffee pots shift and rock again in place. He hastily set them upright, thinking he'd been the one to knock them over. He took a breath to share his news when he took in Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay sitting there. "Permission to speak freely, Ambassador Spock." "Granted. We can trust these two. They are... Starfleet officers, Mr. Barclay.." Spock said blandly. vaguely reprimanding the excited man. "Oh sorry sir,, . All right..." Barclay leaned in and lowered his voice so only they and Spock could hear. "We've got problems sir. The go ahead with Building Five's retrieval went as planned but there's been a complication. Tasha Yar's been recovered but she's gravely injured. Kirk's with her now with McCoy in the main medical ward." Spock rose. "Take me to her.. Lt.." he said. "If you'll excuse me, Captain.. Commander.." the Vulcan said, inclining his head slightly in farewell. "I must deal with this matter at once." And he left with Reginald. Chakotay and Janeway looked at each other in puzzlement. "Building number Five?" "A crewman's recovery?" they both echoed. Then Chakotay grabbed one of the coffee pots himself and poured them both cups filled to the brim. "Remember what you said about feeling out of a loop?" Kathryn's eyes glinted. "I think I just found my excuse to miss the Symposium. Captain's discretionary investigational powers..Commander. And I'm allowed to recruit any other fellow officers I'd like to join me in investigating too. Coming?" She slammed her coffee cup back in several huge gulps and he did the same. She snatched up her sandwich, biting and swallowing the rest of it down quickly. Chakotay took her laden flight bag and added her second lap top computer to it. "Yes, ma'am.." "It's captain, Chakotay. Use ma'am only in a crunch. How many times do I have to tell you...." her voice said as they exited the cafeteria... ------------------------------------------ Soon, with a pocket tricorder set to track Vulcan human hybrid, they entered the Main Sickbay after flashing their credentials. They saw Barclay and Kirk and a strangely injured earth woman on one biobed. McCoy was there hastily giving his patient a hypospray while Janeway's very own EMH sealed up a hideous wound in her forehead. ::Now we'll get some answers..:: she thought. ::The holodoc's one of my old crewmates.:: The two doctors, Barclay and Spock, Kirk, Christine and Uhura noticed the two Voyager officers arrival from where they all were. But Uhura and Nurse Chapel's hiding place in Bev's office remained undiscovered. Chakotay and Janeway didn't let anyone they saw stop them and moved to the edge of the unconscious woman's bed. Kathryn glanced up at the life support board long enough to see weak lifesigns there and fading signs of temporal displacement. Janeway put her hands on her hips. "All right. Just what the h*ll is going on around here?" Silence greeted her. "Don't all speak at once.." she said waggling a finger encouraging replies, using her best command tone. ::My,... coffee really gets your heart pumping...:: she thought. ::Almost as much as a good mystery can.. And this certainly fits that bill to a T..:: Reginald Barclay caught a nod from Spock, his direct superior. Kirk, as was his manner, let his lesser officer act for him. "uh,, Captain Janeway. Commander Chakotay. Funny meeting you here. I...We ..didn't expect you to follow us here.." Reg stammered. "Captain's perogative, Lieutenant." Chakotay said. "This is now investigatory circumstance under article Nine subsection one twelve of the Starfleet officer's code....' When covert activity is suspected in any Starfleet officer, a full investigation is hereby authorized by Starfleet Command until such a threat is discovered and thwarted.' Care to explain things, Mr. Barclay? You seem to be the chosen spokesperson.." he said sharply. Reg laughed nervously..."My dear commander. This operation you see here IS Starfleet authorized. I just can't tell you how or why just yet. Suffice it to say we've gathered all the people we're going to need for leading an investigation of our own.. Meet... Tasha Yar. We need her to find a possible threat here at Starfleet Headquarters." and he pointed to the bed in front of them all. Janeway noticed her vital signs were growing stronger by the minute but the puzzled frown still filled her face. "Doctor??" she prompted the EMH. "What he's saying is new to me too, Captain.. As to the woman's initial condition. I'm bound by patient doctor confidentiality and can't say more.." "I'm your captain.. doctor." Janeway snapped. "You were... my captain. Voyager's long since been disbanded.." the holodoc said. "And I'm a free citizen now. The same distinction that Commander Data of the Starship Enterprise has." Janeway twisted her jaw sideways while she thought out loud... "All right.." she finally decided. "Do go on Mr. Barclay.. Spock if you've any words to add to this, I'm all ears.. sir.." Spock folded his hands into his robe's sleeves and angled his head thoughtfully. "This woman here is integral to uncovering an unsubstantiated threat we've received against another Federation Citizen on Earth. A one Counselor Deanna Troi." "I've heard that name before.. Deanna Troi.. Isn't she Picard's aide..." Janeway said... then she pointed to Barclay.. "And YOUR personal psychologist?" Reg blushed up to his hairline. "I ...know that captain. I...I ..I was there when the last attempt on Deanna's life was made.. I was the one who summoned Starfleet and they referred me to Ambassador Spock and eventually to Captain Kirk here to get to the bottom of this. You see, the whole matter would have been relegated to lower authority agencies if it wasn't for one factual clue found at the last crime scene in Deanna's home." "What was that Lt.?" Chakotay asked. "We found traces of Federation android materials on the carpet." "Couldn't have that been Deanna's friend, Mr. Data paying a visit?" Janeway suggested. Spock spoke quietly. "Impossible. For at the very time that Chemical Analysis says an android embedded his material in the counselor's carpetting, Commander Data was on Vulcan, visiting me.." -------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: Janeway with a ponytail, Chakotay and the holodoc in a sickbay. *animated gif* Spock's face with lifting eyebrow. Image : Barclay with a datapadd looking intent. ***************************** From : "Cassidy Meyers" Subject : [voyagerliveaction] Deja Troi Date : Wed, 09 Jan 2002 07:53:22 +0400 In another part of Starfleet Headquarters Medical. Beverly Crusher and Deanna Troi were working out in the recreational center. Both were in leotards with their hair bound up and they held hands and linked their feet together while they pulled each other into a complicated series of stretches. "So,... you going to ask him out on a date?" Beverly asked of her long time dark eyed friend. "Who? Barclay?? Not on your life. He's my patient Beverly. You of all people should know about doctor and patient etiquette. Never mix the office with your real life." "I did." "When?" Troi challenged.. "With Odon.." Dr. Crusher reminded her. Troi made a clucking sound and shifted the way her muscles stretched using Beverly's pulling grasp to loosen them. "That was different. You two were in love... and Odon was never your patient initially. He only became one after Will agreed to become his host and problems cropped up." "How was that different?" Bev said, releasing Troi's arms and rising to a ballet bar attached to a long mirror in the studio. She set one leg onto it and continued her stretches. "We were doctor and patient. And still we slept together in the same bed while all of that was going on. In a way.. I thought you might be jealous when Odon had to host in Wil's body and we still ...." "That wasn't Wil, Beverly. Not then. Besides. This is an old incident so let's just forget it." A few minutes passed as counselor and doctor danced to a routine by computer piano and violin with the rest of the class. The song ended and Troi turned to Bev before the next movement. "Besides.. I know what you're thinking. Reg and I HAVE been spending a lot of time together out of the office too. But those times weren't.. dates..." she smiled.. "exactly...." "Oh?" Bev sighed, towelling off her sweat. "What do you call Neelix the white Persian he gave you? A business transaction? He loves that cat.." Troi laughed and ignored any more comments from her friend. A second dance routine began. This one a little more challenging. Beverly, being the pro dancer, stayed with her class. But the active routine very quickly made Deanna short of breath starting slow but then building. Near the end of the dance the feeling of suffocation was almost overwhelming and it frightened Troi. She tried coughing but her throat seemed to tighten even more until her air was entirely sealed off. She barely remembered staggering back to the balance bar and then sagging with her back to the wall, down to the floor, struggling desperately. Her head was spinning and she didn't even realize the music playback had been halted and that Beverly was by her side, holding her arms. "Deanna?? Deanna!! Can you hear me..??" A ringing in her ears began to block out Dr. Crusher's voice until Troi couldn't hear anything. Then her body began to grow numb from lack of air. Troi vaguely remembered the faces of their entire class around her before Beverly shooed them away, dismissing her dance students. A blackness descended, coming nearer. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ......Deanna snapped out of it when she felt a sudden hypospray of triox to her throat. The frightening airlessness she was feeling went away and her vision cleared. She coughed experimentally. Things started making sense to her again. Troi saw the room was empty except for Beverly and herself and that several minutes had gone by without her being aware of it.. She saw that the automatic computer bioflag system on her combadge had been overridden and set on pause. She suspected Beverly did that because she herself was already present for her medical situation. "Don't tell me that was another psychosomatic reaction.." Deanna gasped, and she grunted in pain, the instant she found her voice again. "It wasn't.." Beverly said smiling for a moment, but then she grew serious. She had out her open medkit beside her as she drew out a tricorder and scanned Deanna's chest. "Just take slow breaths. It'll pass. I'm sorry. This is my fault. I thought your new windpipe graph was fully healed. Exercising this hard triggered a reaction and it tried to clamp shut involuntarily. That usually only happens in superheated air or in a toxic atmosphere...I've paralyzed those muscles responsible. You'll be fine ..They'll be back to normal when the triox wears off. If you want to lie down. You can." Deanna shook her head slightly saying that she didn't. Troi didn't let go of Dr. Crusher's hand. "It's only been two weeks; you almost died back then. Expecting to be back to normal overnight is a little far fetched. If it weren't for Barclay hearing you scream, you may not have survived. He kept you going until we could beam you to the Main Surgical Bay." Deanna smiled. "I don't remember that.." Beverly grinned and said, "No. But he sure does. He's been calling Starfleet Medical three times a day asking for progress reports on you." Deanna gave a small laugh and was surprised she could even do so. "What have........you been telling him?" "Nothing past the fact that you are resting and that the surgery to rebuild your trachea went well. He knows nothing about your amnesia nor any of your bad dreams.." Troi watched as Beverly sat against the mirror beside her. The doctor closed her tricorder with a sigh. The two friends sat there just thinking for a long time of the horrific events surrounding Deanna. Then Troi spoke. "I....don't remember much about the attack. Usually, my psi ability can give me some clues but it's as if who or whatever attacked me had no impressions for me to pick up. All I remember is a terrible vise like grip across my neck on the patio." "We found you with your throat ripped out. Barclay improvised an airway to keep you breathing." "Huh.." the counselor said with detachment..She went on, "And then I was waking up in recovery here at Starfleet Medical... " She regarded Dr. Crusher carefully. "Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock came to see me the first day but I was really out of it." "I shouldn't wonder. They're still heading your investigation." Dr. Crusher said. She got to her feet and offered her hand to Deanna. "Feel like you got your feet back? I'd like to check your grafting in sickbay in a little more detail using the holographic imager." Troi nodded and rose.. There was only a little weakness. "This is so stupid. I feel like an invalid." "Nonsense. I took these days off to help get you back into your old routine. That's all. We just now know that physical stressing will have to go a little bit more slowly than we first thought. Come on. Let's walk to the medical ward. I don't think you need to be stretchered. I'll help you change.." --------------------------------- By the time the two women got to that side of the courtyard, Deanna felt pretty much like herself. They both entered the lobby chatting as they once had about dating prospects for both of themselves. "Barclay's still out of the question, Beverly." Deanna said laughing. "So how about you? I know how much you care for Jean Luc. You can't hide it from me.." "Oh really? What about counselor crewman confidentialities? Using your Betazed empathy should only be when called upon by your superiors, not for everyday use.." Beverly teased. "It's a natural reflex, I can't just curb it on command." "Well try. It might just save you a few embarrassing eavesdrops in the long run.. Like my supposed feelings for the captain...." she warned without heat. "Whatever you think you feel about us.. You don't.." Bev teased dangerously. "I stand corrected. What feelings?" Troi deadpanned. "Good girl. Now let's get that exam run on you....I know, we'll run the holoscan itself upstairs in my department." Dr. Crusher said. "Shouldn't be many people there now. They all think I still have the day off." Deanna was tired and was leaning on Beverly heavily when they arrived. Then a wall of impressions struck her emotional shielding and she sensed Spock, Kirk, Barclay, and five others whom she did not know in the ward. Dr. Crusher noticed the crowd of people over one of her biobeds. Her anger rose. "Why wasn't I informed of any medical emergencies to my department. I AM chief medical officer..." she demanded of them all. Kirk and McCoy and the EMH stepped back in surprise and Deanna got a good look at the patient lying on the biobed beneath the silver sheets. In horror, Deanna felt a tickling familiar warmth and feel she hadn't felt in over a decade. "Oh my god.." she moaned. Her eyes failed to tell her brain whom she was really seeing. Her face went pale and Dr. Crusher and the EMH grabbed her before she could fall in her shock. "What is going on here?" she cried softly.. The EMH became no nonsense.. "Now listen here young lady. The first thing we need to do is get you lying down. We'll answer your questions concerning that woman later on once you've been thoroughly examined." he looked at Dr. Crusher. "I take it she had a tracheal spasm recently.." Beverly nodded. Deanna broke out of both of their arms and her face suddenly flushed red in anger and she trembled, glaring at Kirk and Spock and pointing to the still figure she could see lying on the bed. "What kind of cruel joke are you all playing?? Just who is this woman!! It can't be her. It can't be!! Tasha's dead! She died eleven years ago..trying to get to my shuttle. Armus killed h--" her face screwed up in sadness. She went over to the woman and saw that it was truly Tasha Yar, lying there, now fully healed but sleeping, and she lightly laid her fingers on her face and lips. She could feel Tasha's strong individual signature, like daylight in her mind. "How can this be??" she demanded of those around her. Her voice was a tight whisper. Beverly Crusher broke a confidence when she got a nod from both Spock and Kirk to tell her what she had been hiding. "We know this is difficult Deanna. When we found you on the patio, Barclay's traces weren't the only ones in that house. Starfleet security also found evidence of artificially created life. Artificial, like Data's." "No.." Troi cried. "Hear me out.. Now Tasha's your best friend. If anyone can jar your memory and bring it back to us it will be her. And she's also Data's best friend. If he does indeed have any alterior motive concerning you now, she would know upon seeing him, for she knows how he should be normally better than any of us ever could. So we brought her back...." Dr. Crusher told her. "Stop it.." Deanna shouted. "This is sacrilege! A hideous abuse of the time laws. The dead should remain dead." she said frantically. "Who's responsible for this travesty...?" "Calm yourself counselor.." the EMH told her moving behind her to restrain the counselor if necessary. Beverly added. "Deanna, Yar's return was fully authorized by Starfleet Command and Vulcan both." "I don't believe it.." But then Deanna saw Spock standing there and the truth was in his subtle emotional presence as it was in Beverly's spoken words. Strong and calm. And telling the truth beyond all doubt. "Why?" she said finally, she sank down on a stool offered to her not daring to let go of Tasha's arm for fear of losing her again to the past and death itself. "Why use Tasha this way..? If you need some justification or way to jar my lost memory, surely Commander Riker could help me too! He knows me better than my own mother." "Yes, but the commander is still away from Earth. He has yet to hear of this attack on you." Kirk said. "Has a message been sent to him Beverly?" "Not yet. We can do that now if you wish..." she said. "Yes...Please." she sobbed. "Bring my Imzadi to me..." Deanna said and she passed out into the EMH's grip. She did not know that her grip never loosened on Tasha's uniform in the slightest even in her faint. The medical team decided to keep them in contact with each other, keeping both biobeds side by side as close as they could. ---------------------- Starfleet authorized the call to be sent to Commander Riker to report to Earth immediately on a priority hail. =^=Starfleet Command to the USS Enterprise, Come in. Code One Five One Alpha. Priority Two.=^= ---------------------------- (attachments) Image: Doctor Crusher standing in front of colored dots. Image: A screen grab of Barclay seducing Counselor Troi on the holodeck. ******************************* Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2002 23:38:56 -0800 (PST) From: "Jeff Seltun" Subject: The New Seven Seven of Nine checked her messages on her terminal before leaving her Academy Quarters. It had been a long three years since Commander Chakotay and she had given up on their relationship. But Seven couldn't exactly say that she felt any remorse about it. ::He seems a lot happier with Captain Janeway. :: she concluded as if her analysis solved all of her problems in that regard. ::And I, still have the doctor.:: She clearly recalled their "date" at the opera house earlier that week viewing a Klingon extravaganza.. ::I should thank Ambassador K'Ehleyr for the suggestion. It was most....invigorating..:: she thought. It was fun going on their weekly trips to the opera houses around the world. ::And we still have 14,747 of them to go before we're through. Perhaps we should see three a week to get in most of them. I already know I'll live around 250 years. I've my cybernetic Borg implants to thank for that.:: Seven of Nine donned her blue uniform, the one she knew most humans liked on her personage, and headed out into the morning sunlight. She walked purposely down the stony cobblestones towards the eating area of the Academy holding her books for her class that day. She regarded them with very real regret. "I should be teaching that class on the Borg. Not taking it. Starfleet couldn't have had a better authority on the subject than I." "Ah, yes...." came a voice behind her. "But then again. You are not yet a Starfleet officer..Seven of Nine, tertiary adjunct of Unimatrix zero, zero one. And only officers can teach here." Seven turned on her blue shoes, surprised that someone had approached her without her knowledge. She saw an old human who was apparently the Academy's groundskeeper kneeling in the petunias. "How did you know my old Borg designation? That information is classified for security reasons. Only officers of lieutenant's rank or higher would be able to access it." "Ah, but then again, I just may be another officer... Don't let my muddy appearance fool you." Boothby said of this new prospect. He had long awaited her arrival to his garden grounds. Now he had a job to do. The one Kirk already knew about. "Perhaps I should report you for vandalizing the grounds." Seven lifted her silver implanted brow at the pockets of missing flowers she saw around her in many of the flower beds surrounding the exBorg and gardener. "Don't get sassy with me young lady..! Don't you recognize predation when you see it? And I thought Mr. Kirk was kidding me about seeing one of those tiny fuzzy things." "To what are you referring,..Mr......" Seven asked. "Boothby!! Just plain Boothby.. And Tribbles..missy. I thought Kirk was kidding too. Now look at them..." he said flinging a hand at the chewed on gardens all around them. "One tribble did all that?" Seven said skeptically. "You bet your sweet blue biffy, it did! And when I catch it....." he warned.. rubbing his dirty hands together.. "You'll what?" Seven inquired mildly. "Kill it? Tribbles are an endangered species now. Ever since the war. Klingons devastated the Tribble Home System.." "Says who?" Seven broke off into a Borg access file. "Species number 84. Tribble. Known for a vast appetite consuming biomatter. No technological distinctiveness ever found on that world." and her eyes came back into focus. "Oh. I see." Boothby said. "I see Miss Janeway never bothered to detach useless information from your memory. Doesn't it pain you? Still holding the data and life memories of those you killed by assimilation?" His pry didn't get Seven's heart at all. For that was long healed. "Captain Janeway said retaining those accounts would help me shape my individual personality since reforming Annika Hansen's proved to be futile. I believe it has.." she added softly. "I am my own person now." "Hmm." grunted Boothby appraisingly. His opinion of the first Borg victim he had ever met swept up many notches. ::She may be just another Starfleet cadet. But she's all human now...:: "Carry on, cadet.." he said and then ignored her for his new task of replanting those flowers that had been tribble tipped. ::Janeway did a nice job salvaging her. Now it'll be up to me to see if this Woman with a Number for a Name will ever make officer's grade material. :: Seven of Nine turned as Boothby did, not seeing his abrupt termination of their conversation as the gruff rebuttal Boothby intended her to see. She made her way into class and saw that the course had been cancelled due to extenuating circumstances developing in Building Five. "I wonder what's so important there?" Seven wondered, leveling a hand over her eyes so she could see that building. "That edifice doesn't have a dedication plague on its cornerstone like all the other structures at Starfleet. And I've never seen anyone actually ambulate to its interior, so,.. it is a site of covert operations where its personnel can enter by beaming only." Satisfied with her analysis, Seven continued back the way she had come to her quarters. Boothby, still working a short distance away had heard her verbalized thinking. ::Bravo Lucky Number Seven. Bravo. I've a feeling you'll learn very fast as a cadet. I'm going to watch you very very carefully. I've just marked you as this year's special. Just like I did for Kirk, Janeway and Picard during their cadet academy days.:: --------------------------------------- Seven of Nine hit the special toggle on her computer that usually summoned the EMH to her visual screen but she got a flashing note from the campus computer instead. #EMH responding to a medical emergency. Please stand by..# the overhead speaker announced to Seven. "Computer. His location." #Starfleet Medical. Ward One. Biobed Two.# ::How strange. The doctor is not Starfleet's EMH any longer. He is just....the doctor.:: But Seven did not inquire into his situation. If it mattered someone biological would report it to her soon enough. After all, she was Captain Janeway's personal aide to Starfleet. She asked the computer another question instead, remembering how her old shipmates used to locate her on Voyager. She tapped her combadge. =^= Computer. Locate Captain Janeway. =^= #Captain Janeway is in Starfleet Medical. Ward One. Near biobed two.# "So, the doctor's medical emergency is also hers. Interesting." Her new found human curiosity getting the best of her, Seven of Nine decided to try a skill Naomi Wildman used to try to teach her years ago. The art, of snooping. Chakotay said that she had actually mastered it one night during one of their arguments prior to their breakup.::Let's see if the commander proved correct.:: And Seven left for Starfleet Medical. Along the way, she used every Borg enhanced sense to watch Building Five closely on the route across campus. --------------------------------- Data was still sitting in Jean Luc Picard's family library when he got the call to report to Starfleet Headquarters. He excused himself gracefully from the Picard's vineyard family and got there in 4.7 minutes to the Main Starfleet Headquarters building, just outside its main entrance. It was almost full noon here where it had been late night before. The sudden effect of transplanetary beaming on Earth was still a marvel to him. He was met by four security guards and a Starfleet Captain he had only heard about from the newsvids of five years ago. "Captain Janeway. What a pleasant surprise.." he said warmly. "Not so pleasant I'm afraid, lieutenant commander. We're taking you into custody for the attempted murder of counselor Deanna Troi." she said evenly. "Captain? There must be some mistake. I was at the Picard winery all this week and before that, I was on Vulcan visiting Ambassador Spock at his main office to learn Vulcan Interplanetary Governmental Duties. I am completely innocent of these charges." Janeway looked pained but she didn't come within five meters of the android. Then she held out her hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Data. But I'm going to have to ask you to turn over your Starfleet combadge immediately." "Of course captain. May I see the counselor?" he said, tossing the badge to his nearest guard. "No. Come with us." A security guard said quickly when Janeway hesitated in her reply. Data saw the red headed captain nod her next order, very reluctantly. "Take him away ensigns.." ____________________________ Data soon found himself in an altered brig, one that would even contain his android abilities strangely inside Starfleet Medical. ::I seem to be adjacent to Ward One. How curious.:: he thought and he sat down patiently to await the next outcome of his new experience. It didn't take long. Janeway soon returned with Chakotay in tow. They didn't share niceties. And asked a whole battery of inflammatory questions of Data about his past whereabouts, future intentions and other personal matters. Data did not take offense. He answered each and everyone of their queries in turn until they had run out of them. Then he asked. "I am very concerned about Counselor Troi. She is an old shipmate. Is she all right? No one has volunteered anything about her state of health to me since I've been incarcerated." Captain Janeway and Chakotay glanced at each other in reluctance and Janeway sighed. "She's fine, Mr. Data. Now. She was near death when they found her but Reginald Barclay's fast action saved her." "How was she harmed?" "You tell us android." Chakotay said with a little heat. "Easy commander.." Janeway said, putting a calm hand on his shoulder. "Can't you see Mr. Data's upset by this?" Data lifted both his eyebrows and tilted his head in a gentle reprimand, "Ah,, the good cop-bad cop rountine. Shall I react with the amount of fear I've seen in the holomovies showing this technique? I can be very convincing with my new emotion chip.." Again Janeway and Chakotay fell into silence. Then finally, Janeway ordered the guards in the room to lower a holographic wall to one side. Data started forward in reflex when he saw Deanna Troi lying on a biobed next to Tasha Yar. "Tasha!!" Data shouted. His voice was far from sterile. "It's Data!! Answer me!! Counselor!!" It was filled with anguish. He bounced off the invisible containment field keeping him inside the cell and outside of the sickbay ward chamber. When his old friends failed to stir, Data turned off his emotion chip and looked at Spock, McCoy,Bev Crusher, Reg Barclay and Kirk and said three words. "I don't understand.." At that point Seven of Nine entered the room. Janeway saw her and snapped, "Seven! You don't have authorization to be in this room! Report back to class." "Classes have been cancelled due to events today I believe have been linked to this Medical Bay. And I do have the proper authority to report to you as your personal aide. Starfleet Command's summons has reached the Enterprise. Commander Riker's people has said he heard the message from Starfleet Command ordering him back to Earth." "You delivered your message, now go..." At first she thought Janeway was upset with her for seeing Chakotay again, however vague the association. But then her better instincts told her that Captain Janeway was trying to protect her from something. Despite all that, Seven felt her mouth working, "No.." she said. "I.... wish to speak to the doctor.." she said flickering her eyes to the EMH. Janeway flashed an impatient frown. "You've got one minute. Then leave.." "Understood, captain...." she eyed Chakotay looking at her with multiple emotions. He had not known Seven had applied and had been accepted into Starfleet academy. "Commander..." she said as a way of greeting and farewell. Seven did not wish to lose either friendship with her old Voyager commanders, so she did the quickest thing. She did as she was told for the moment. She went to the EMH's side, glancing up at both medical displays on Deanna and Yar. They were both stable and out of crisis. Seven blinked at the holodoc. "Why are you still here? Their emergencies are over. You should be attending your symposium." "I can't Seven.." the holodoc said gently. "Why not?" "Because the man I'm to be listening to is right here. Seven of Nine, meet Dr. Leonard H. McCoy, lately, an admiral. And his former Captain, James T. Kirk." "Admiral. Captain." The EMH went on, "You already know Ambassador Spock. He officiated at Voyager's homecoming ceremonies." Seven was oblivious to the Vulcan greeting. "Spock." she said. Spock inclined his head slightly. "Seven." The EMH drew on Seven's arm until she was out of earshot of the three... "Now I want you to turn right around and go back home, Seven. It's dangerous for you to be here. There's a possible murderer on campus." "You mean, he's a suspect?" she asked of Data, still looking stunned in his cell. "Yes, well. No, that's a ruse to bring.. Well Yes.. I suppose so.." "Be precise doctor. Isn't that something I taught you?" Seven said with a slight smile. The EMH rolled his eyes sheepishly. "All right. Yes and no." Seven grabbed the bull by the horns and turned to face Janeway. "I see no reason to leave. I already have "seen" too much. I believe that's the colloquial expression for having learned too much of a forbidden subject." "Oh? How so?" Janeway said. Seven launched into her logic. "From the medical scans of the woman on the right. She's from out of time. There's enough temporal residue still in her tissues for my occular implant to see. The counselor's semi conscious condition is most likely due to post operative and post traumatic stress syndrome. She is clinging to that clothing tightly. Hence she knows the woman well. For anyone who doesn't love someone else would never have the power to keep such a grasp while unconscious. Judging from the color of the hypospray in Dr. McCoy's hand, she's most likely just been injected with Iniprovaline. Iniprovaline is well known to be a memory regenerator over time. So, it's logical to assume that her companion next to her has been brought out of time to jar her memory of what ever incident this android, " Seven said pointing to Data in his nearby brig space, "now stands accused of committing." Seven turned to Janeway. "Am I close? Or need I rephrase a few things." The EMH voiced his feelings. "Oh, my. Are we in trouble now." he mumbled. "Seven, you should have just stuck with your message and have been done with it." he said, taking her hand in sympathy. Seven turned and saw Kirk scowling at her. And strangely, she didn't care. For it had come to pass in the five years since she became a full resident of Earth that Seven disliked being kept in the dark very much.. ::The deceptions stop now..:: her eyes flashed back at them all. Janeway said, "I think I need some coffee right about now." "I'll go get some.." "I'll go get some.." Chakotay and Seven said at exactly the same time.. Janeway's mind groaned inwardly, ::Oh how well I know them both.:: ---------------------------------- (attachments) *animated gif* Seven in many guises, from naked(tastefully done) to righteous. Gif: The Starfleet Academy Logo. Image: Data promo face shot on a black background. ***************************** From :"Clairissa Fox" Subject :The Bush Monster Date : Wed, 09 Jan 2002 17:41:50 +0000 I woke up in my bed like always and remembered that I was on Earth. I had to be brave because father said I had to be. I wasn't even when I was supposed to be. He was way back in time. But I wasn't. Captain Kirk had brought me and my mother through the big donut that glowed so mother could help with some dumb human investigation about Deana Troy. Somebody hurt her but the one who did it wasn't around anywhere. I heard the tall man with the points for ears, Spock, say that the perpetrater might still be around the Academy somewhere. But I knew better than to get security mad. They were on to me every day anyway. It seemed like I could turn a corner and there they were, asking to see my Starfleet Id, so I got to wearing it around my neck like an honor sash. That way they only looked and didn't stop me from playing. "Are you two humans satisfied that I belong here now? Captain Kirk himself brought me and my mother who's ambassador Keylerr to you so back off! I got the backing of a real captain and her behind me. I'm not just any child. I'm important! But I know the rules around this weak human school so you don't have to watch me like a whipped P'tak all the time, ok?" It felt good being mad. And I saw the guards smile because they were afraid of me and were hiding it. I growled at them one more time and walked away down the sidewalk. ::Hey! I could go hunting! It seemed the man working like a woman in the gardens was hunting something. Maybe I could help him.:: So I went over to him and stood there until he saw me. "What can I do for you young man?" said Bootby. "I saw you out here and I also saw that an animal wrecked the human pretty plants all over. I'm part Klingon. But my father's all Klingon. Maybe you could use me to hunt the V'dmerr that did all that. I can smell anything that moves." I told him. "Oh really. You must be Alexander Rashenko. Heard about you. Captain Kirk told me he'd grab you and your mother through the Guardian of Forever so she could help Ambassador Spock with his investigation of Counselor Troi's attack." the man said. I looked at him and saw something that looked like a weapon in a cart. "Wow! Is this a human Bateleth?" I said lifting a curving metal sword. I didn't know humans were mean enough to make swords. "That, my son, is a sickle. I use it to cut away the rhododendrens on the paths by Building Five. Go ahead and swing it around. See that tall bush next to that tree? That's a vine that needs killing. Go ahead. I'll watch you." I couldn't believe a human was letting me use a weapon! Even father only let me use one on a holodeck. Mum punished me by sending me to bed without my supper when I found her phaser in her drawer in the sleeping room yesterday. So I was still hungry. And I hadn't found the food room yet. I couldn't find it because I didn't know what human foods smelled like to track them. But I wasn't about to tell this Bootby digger that. I was mad that I was hungry so I went right up to that bush and imagined it was a Borg! I swung that curvy weapon and it sliced through it. I pretended it screamed and squirted out its guts all gory and orange and red. Then I fell down and fought it breaking it into little pieces and chewing on them. I was too little for a blood rage mum said but I could pretend it, couldn't I? Then I rose and brushed off the enemy and turned back to Bootby and bowed, handing him his sword back. "Thank you. You have shone great honor in letting me use this sword in battle in your name. I declare the enemy,...vanquished!!" Boothby didn't laugh, he accepted the gardening sickle back from Alexander and said solemnly, "I shall forever remember the day a son of the House of Mogh did battle in my homeland." "I shall be on the look out for the V'dmerr that you are currently trying to track. I know these creatures. They hate Klingons." That done. I showed the weakling human that I could bury my kills too. I lugged the heavy branches of the bush monster back to the old human's cart and made sure it was piled high so it could be burned like all monsters should. Then I left without a backward look. Boothby started chuckling when he heard the tiny Klingon boy's stomach growl so he called out. "The cafeteria's right down that path you're on. Just walk straight until you see another bush monster and then turn right. It's the tall white building smelling like human coffee!!" I knew I should of turned and been human polite to the digger but I was pretending to be a big Klingon Warrior. So I didn't. Boothby regarded the young Klingon child with amusement and scratched his head. ::Maybe the boy can find that annoying tribble for me. I haven't been able to find it yet.:: ----------------------------------------------------- I got into the eating room the digger advised me how to locate and I got a tray that was purple, the color of Klingon blood. I walked up to the replicator and said. "You there! Give me some Gaahhhg!!" #Cannot comply. No living annelids allowed on campus. By order of the gardener Boothby.# ::Figures:: I thought.:: He's so human he doesn't know how to keep dinner from crawling into the gardens..:: So I scrolled down the menufax and found something that looked like Gaahhhg. It was orange and it was called spaghetti.. "Close enough.." I said. I got some grape juice so no one knew I didn't have blood wine with my meal. I sat down by a big window so I could keep my eye out for the furry V'dmerr and any more bush monsters that I might be able to slay for the digger after lunch. Then I looked at my watch. It was one and the sun was high in the human sky. My mother would be doing her important ambassador stuff in the Main Headquarters building right now. But my instincts were telling me that she wasn't there. My skin was crawling. Something wasn't right. And my hair went up whenever I thought of Building Five, the place the digger told me about. ::Now why would that bug me? Mother and I came through that donut gate two days ago. Unless, unless, Captain Kirk wasn't through bringing people in from out of time yet.:: Now that sounded like it was shaping up to be a quest. So I ate like a bigger Klingon and finished my meal. I buried my tray in the slot too. Just in case the V'dmerr was around. I wouldn't want it to have more V'Dmerrs just because I was careless. Then I went walking again in the jungly gardens. There were no bushmonsters on that path but my instincts were crawling and I kept growling without thinking about it. Then I saw the big building where all the doctors and nurses worked Starfleet Medical. I walked like a human and got inside and got into a turbolift until I was at the leader human's floor, Beverly Crusher Chief Medical Officer. The lift opened and I knew I had found the place making my skin crawl. There were a lot of people in the room and two ladies were lying on medibeds. Captain Kirk and Spock both were there and Mr. Data was in jail! This I had to see better so I snuck into a dark place and backed up until the shadows made my skin and eyes disappear. But then I smelled perfume!! Oh! Humans were here in the dark office with me. So I called out. "Hey,, I can smell you two female humans. Why are you hiding in here like a P'tak about to be whipped?" My eyes got better in the black and I saw a light skinned human in blue and another one whose skin was as dark as mine in red. She reminded me of mother. I waited for them to speak. They had to for I had found them out. ------------------------------------------ (attachment) Image: Alexander with Worf, K'Ehleyr on the Bridge of the Enterprise in a family portrait. ***************************** From: "Alex D" Date: Wed Jan 9, 2002 9:48 pm Subject: Not Staying Off the Grass. "You call that stable cadet?" Jadzia asked, as she wandered along the benches reading from a PADD, looking up momentarily to wink, "The scanning beam has to be perfectly aligned, and you can't get that unless it's stable," "The generator is perfectly stable....I've checked every circuit," the Cadet pleaded. "Re-calibrate the power supply," Dax suggested, as she wandered over to look at the results of some of the other scans, "An Inverse Modulation?" she said approvingly, glancing at one laptop display, "Never hurts to read up on the manual, does it?" she winked. This was her teaching style, keeping things moving, always walking, always interacting with different groups. She taught the way she lived. This was a specialist field Science class, first year cadets, but Dax lectured a wide variety of subjects to the more experienced cadets. Her Klingon hadn't gotten rusty, she thought with a wry smile. "Ma'am?" No time for a trip down memory lane. "Cadet?" "The other classes have been dismissed," the benzite cadet informed her, "I went to acquire a power cell, but the entire block has been cleared, the computer has announced that an unspecified situation is occurring," Jadzia shook her head, she'd disabled the audio warning on her terminal. "Are we dismissed, Ma'am?" "No," she said sharply, "Finish scan sequence one...then pack up," Jadzia wondered outside, the sliding doors leading out of the Sciences annexe at Starfleet Academy, and into the grounds. Just as expected Boothby was tending the grounds. No Dax had been at the Academy on a day when Boothby was not diligently tending his beds. Approaching him from behind, she allowed her smile to come into her voice. "Boothby," she said. He didn't turn around, "Well well, haven't you got a class to give some assignment too?" "Someone has cancelled classes," Jadzia said carefully, "I though that if anyone knew....you would?" "Well, you were wrong, and if I don't get these buds gone today..." Jadzia stepped over him, over the railing around the flower bed, picked a rose, and let it drop onto the pavement. Boothby shook his head, "Why'd you do that?" he demanded, "Always the impatient one..." "Do you know?" "What am I? A Terminal? Go channel a console if you want the official version," the old man snorted. "Boothby....Boothby!" she said. "I knew it, a little impatience bubbling over....been on paradise a little too long have we? Looking for some sort of adventure? Try Starfleet Medical...Ward One...." he said, "Some one's monkeying around with the way things should be, it's going on up there," "Thank You," Jadzia smiled. "And since your going to step around the rules today, missy, go and find Harry Kim...he works for Building Five... he doesn't come and demand information...so he won't have it," Boothby said, in his usual tone. "And you can put that rose on your desk..to remind you not to stamp all over my beds," "You might bump into someone else familiar there...probably still in that d@mn set of pyjamas.... Yellow...." he muttered. Jadzia smiled inwardly as she walked away, not the first time a Dax had met Boothby, and had the same reaction. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Months...Years.... Well, at one time in his life, Harry Kim would have felt elation just at entering Building Five. Working on classified things, working in a building without a door.... just the name of the place 'Building Five.... But behind the smokescreen 'research , it was an operations job. Harry thought of it as a stepping stone.... Maybe Operations Chief at Utopia Planitia...or the ASDB... Anyhow...it was just work, high profile assignment, and the perks were hard to ignore. Libby was happy, because he was on his way to a better job. "Hello?" :: *Hello* ? Nobody in this building needed to say Hi... or, for that matter, Hello... :: Harry walked out of the office he was in, which looked down upon the project centrepiece. Back in the corridors. "Hello?" he responded, "Anybody there?" "Hello," Jadzia waved from five metres away, and closed rapidly, "I'm Jadzia," she said. "Harry Kim," he managed, "Are you... cleared for this level?" Dax regarded him with an amused expression, "Do I need to be, is this classified?" "Well...Yes, Ma'am," Harry said, feeling an odd desire to stand to attention. This woman was wearing a Starfleet uniform, but he hadn't seen any rank pips yet. "I was looking for.... James Kirk," she ventured. Harry took this completely normally, "He's not here...." "How did you....?" he began to ask, realising, from her unwavering gaze, "You didn't know he was here....but you do, now," he admitted to himself. :: Nice one Harry....become a little too used to this classified stuff? :: "Something's going on Harry," Jadzia stepped closer to him, "Let's go and find out..." Harry had glanced through the logs being sent to Kirk care of Building Five.... and it appeared something was happening in Ward One, Starfleet Medical... it had been sealed off...and Kim had noted Janeway and Chakotay arriving there....as well as some unusual power to a forcefield set up.. Realising Jadzia was watching him carefully, he nodded, "The transporter's still set for Ward One," Dax nodded, and followed him. Harry called out, "Energise..." and the two were standing in the ante-room of Dr. Beverly Crusher's office. Jadzia walked straight in...risking a quick tricorder scan, to check her timing. Harry caught up with her...and they both stepped in to the ward to see the collection of people assembled. ---------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : An older Harry Kim, matured by years. Still youngish. Image: A closeup face view of a very curious Jadzia Dax. ********************************* Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 20:54:49 -0800 (PST) From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: Dusting Off A Relic The sounds of metal banging and clanging filled the hall as cadets and new plebes passed a lab door in Science Building Six, adjacent to Starfleet Medical. The door to the lab was marked forbodingly, "Enter at your own risk." That sight was combined with a noxious smell which made them nauseous if they stayed near too long in the hall. So they hastily went about their business. The metal banging went on for a few more moments when a new noise was heard, it was followed by a rather colorful explicative in highland Gaelic. (When a student later inquired about what he had heard, and what Deora Ar Mi Chroi.. meant, his instructor said, "Up yer shaft,.." with a face that could bluff a pair, straight to a royal.) What was being assaulted, looked like a transporter accident involving numerous plumbing fixtures and kitchen appliances combined with what could be mistaken for a painful Klingon interrogation device. One could only imagine what function or engineering marvel this construct being built would perform if ever installed on a Starship. Almost reverently, the somewhat famous, or perhaps infamous engineer, Montgomery Scott, finally finished the last adjustment on the project that so intrigued those passing outside his lab door. With a pause... he threw the switch! The strange device began to emit an eerie hum. Lightd began blinking on and off in rapid sequence on Scotty's console. The aged engineer grabbed a classic tricorder which he had personally upgraded, and scanned the machine's functioning. It was as close to his original design as he believed possible now. The unknown device continued to process until a beep sounded. It went quiet. A panel nearby opened and a container about the size of a coffee cup appeared. A smile appeared on Scotty's face as he lifted the cup to his lips. "So far, so good. But the proof's in the haggus." The contents from the cup were drained in one gulp. For a moment nothing seemed to happen then, "....*gasp*..Ccchhhookkeeee *sputter* ..." he coughed, "...ahhhhh, now that's what I call Scotch." He created and drained another cup. Scotty decided to toast one more on the success of his secret project on his third glass. He happily gulped it down and smiled contentedly, and then his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. He was unconscious before he even hit the lab floor. Moments later, a signal was received at Starfleet Medical's bioflag monitoring system that a person was down, condition unknown in Building Six, Lab Four. #Medical Emergency Building Six. Science Lab.# the computer said aloud. Janeway and Chakotay looked up and saw the EMH was still busy stabilizing Tasha Yar. "Computer, what is the situation?" Janeway asked. # One lifesign noncritical. Human not responsive to automatic hailing.# it replied. "Computer initiate site to site transport of your emergency to our location." Chakotay ordered. The computer responded, #Transporting now.# On an empty biobed, a cascade light effect appeared foretelling the arrival of a patient. It completed its cycle in moments. Janeway and Chakotay approached the bed. "Chakotay, is that who I think it is?" she asked. And Chakotay nodded in awe, scanning the fallen man with a modern medical tricorder. "Now I know I'm in a room filled with living legends." The EMH spoke up from where he worked. "What's his problem over there?" Chakotay read his screen, grinning, "Ah, his blood alcohol is unusually high.....He seems to be sleeping it off." Kirk and McCoy glanced up sharply at that comment. "Noo..." Bones said. Then they saw the patient was indeed their old friend from days long gone. Then he grinned, "It's nothing that he hasn't done before ever since his retirement from Starfleet." Spock looks at his original Enterprise motley crew and said, "Captain, it appears that the "gang", is all here.." Kirk said, "I couldn't have said it better myself." --------------------------------------------- The EMH said, "I'm through here," and he left Yar's side, moving to Scotty's bed. "I'm a guest but I'll take a look at him." he said sarcastically. The doctor looked at Scott's bioscan and said. "Time to wake up sleeping beauty.." and he removed a hypospray from a nearby tray and gave a not too gentle press with it to Scotty's neck. The telltale hiss was audible and after several moments the engineer's eyes blinked open and a groan escaped from his lips. "I'm getting too old for this." "One would think 125 years of experience would have shown you that an overindulgence of alcohol is detrimental to your health." the EMH said sarcastically. "But this time you only suceeded in giving yourself one grand daddy of a hangover." "Going ta give me something for it?" Scotty asked. "No." "What kind of programming do they give you things now? Torturing a man who's suffering from a wee bout.." he groaned. But then Scotty noticed an android in a cell nearby and two lovely ladies on two other biobeds near his. Then he got a really good look at everyone around him. His jaw dropped. And for a moment he didn't know what to say. "I must really be drunk. Lost captains and fake doctors and really old friends all in the same hallucination." He layed back and closed his eyes. "I think I'll stay right here until I'm sober." "You are sober...." the EMH said authoritatively. "I've neutralized the alcohol in your system. Whatever hallucinations you think you are experiencing are quite real." Janeway smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you Captain Scott. I've wanted to meet you since I read about you being revived in our century." "I know one particular engineer who'd love to make your personal acquaintance, sir. B'Elanna Torres." Chakotay commented. Scotty looked at Captain Kirk and asked of no one in particular. "Why is that android over there wearing a Starfleet uniform and why do you have the laddie locked up?" Janeway replied, "Mr. Scott that's going to take a while to explain. Here. Read this." and she handed him a data padd. "Ok." Montgomery said. "Hey what's that? " he asked sniffing, "It's perfume.." "I beg your pardon.." Janeway said, "I'm not wearing any.." "Captain Kirk.. Isn't that Uhura's brand? I swear it's exactly the way I remember it. It's coming from over there.." and he pointed to the dark office. "Computer lights.." he called out. And the lights came up in Doctor Crusher's office exposing Alexander, Nurse Chapel, and Lt. Uhura. "Oh, NOW the gang's all here, Mr. Spock." Then he saw Uhura and Chapel hadn't aged a day.."Captain, " he said to Kirk. "You haven't been messin around with that blasted Guardian again have you? Don't you remember how much trouble we had the last time with that confounded contraption?" and he looked at McCoy apologetically. ------------------------------ (attachment) *animated gif* Scotty in a jeffries tube surrounded by electrical bolts, working madly. ************************** From: "Samantha Rose" Date: Sun Jan 13, 2002 6:38 pm Subject: Truth Be Told Soft music streamed from the speakers, and the lights were dimmed. Enough, though, that one could still catch up on status reports while enjoying the comfort of their quarters. Commander William T. Riker walked out of his personal bathroom, a towel draped around his shoulders, data PADD in hand. He scrolled down the tiny screen as he walked over to a long couch. Sitting down, he propped his feet up on the opposite end and leaned back. At that time, an intership hail came from the bridge. "Bridge to Commander Riker, we've just recieved a message for you from Earth. It's marked urgent." the voice of the officer on deck overpowered the music, causing Will to sit up in his chair. "Route it to my quarters." The officer acknowledged and the Enterprise's first officer went to his computer terminal. Opening the text, he quickly read it. At the sight of the message written, he quickly closed it and went to the closet to grab a clean uniform, hitting his comm badge on the way. "Riker to Shuttle Bay 2, prep a Type IV shuttle for departure immediatly." the Commander was changed and ready to leave the ship in a matter of minutes. After informing Captain Picard of his leave, Riker headed for the shuttle bay. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Galileo streamed through space as it travelled to Earth. Inside, Commander Riker was at the helm. By this time it has been about 30 minutes since he had recieved the message from SFA about Deanna. The messanger had only informed him about Deanna and gave no reason for her condition. The only reason that came to his mind was it had to be connected in some way to her Betezoid abilities, things like that had happened in the past. A few moments passed by, and Commander Riker began his descent into Earth's atmosphere. After a short while, Starfleet Academy came into visual range. The landing platform was just off to the left. Riker piloted the shuttle into a landing. Will didn't even bother to power down the engines, and headed straight for Starfleet Medical, Ward One. He didn't even notice the details of the campus, or the ominous look of Building Five. It hadn't even occured to him that there was not a single door leading inside the building. The Commander quickly made his way past various other buildings and through the gardens on his way to the Medical building. A ruffled Boothby peered up from on of his chewed flower beds with curiousity. No doubt the hurried man was following the path of the others. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The doors to the Ward One flew open as that tall first officer entered the room. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that met his gaze. Captain Kirk, Bones McCoy, Montgomery Scott, Voyager Command, and, ::Data?:: Commander Riker came to the transparent holding cell of his android friend. A full security detail guarded the door. That's when he spotted Dr. Crusher and an odd looking bald man standing between two bio-beds. Will quickly made his way towards them. He, again, stopped short when he saw who was lying on the first medical bed. With a surprised looked, he approached Dr. Crusher. "Doctor, just what the h#ll is going on here?" Beverly closed her tricorder and turned to face her collegue. "A very large chain of events, and a long story." Dr. Crusher gave him an apologetic look and went about her work of maintaining her patients' stabel condition. The EMH noticed this exchange and stepped to Commander Riker's side. "Perhaps I can be of some assistance." Will turned to find the bald man standing next to him, not tall enough to look him in the eye, therefore craning his neck somewhat. The two stared at each other for a minute or so and Will finally gave a sigh. "Very well. Please. Clear this all up." he waved his hand around, indicating the mass of people there. The EMH gave the Commander a "know-all" look and started. "Well, from what Dr. Crusher has told me, Counselor Troi collapsed during a workout this morning. Apparently the grafted tissues in her trachia could not withstand the physical..." as he started to go into the basics, Commander Riker stopped. "Hold up. Grafted tissues? What grafted tissues?" The EMH, again, started to explain, Riker grabbed him by his holographic uniform, "What's wrong with Deanna!?" A look of surprise filled the holo-doc's simulated eyes and the Commander soon realized what he was doing. Letting go of the Doctor, he quickly apologized. Smoothing wrinkles from his uniform, the holodoc went on, "As I was saying. Counselor Troi was with Dr. Crusher this morning. She experience some problems and was transfered here. When she walked in, she caught sight of the other patient. I believe she was identified as...Tasha Yar." The EMH nodded. "Yes, Lt. Tasha Yar." he now noticed that Commander Riker wasn't paying attention to him anymore. He was looking over at the bio-bed where the once-deceased officer lay. From there, he looked over at Commander ] Data and then to Troi and Crusher. "If you'll excuse me." Will patted the hologram on the shoulder and in keeping his eye on Dr. Crusher, headed in her direction. As he approached the bio-bed, Troi started to come to. Riker noticed this and in taking her hand told her to be quiet. She looked up at him and smiled. "I am glad you are here, Imzadi." she said. He gave her a warm smile and gently kissed the back of her hand. She became weary again, and a nearby nurse gave her a sedative. Turning to Beverly, he looked at her with a mix of determination and pleading. "Beverly, I need you to tell me exactly what has happened to Deanna and why am I here?" he looked at her and then to the two bio-beds that held Troi and Yar. By this time, Commander Riker's presence was well known and those around who were not properly informed on the recent events, were curious as to his arrival. Will eyed each person in that room and then came back to Doctor Crusher. She sighed and placed her tricorder on a nearby tray, and began to tell him the horrifying story of Deanna's attack... ------------------------ (attachments) Image : Riker looking concerned in his gray uniform and maroon turtleneck. Gif: A white older logo for Paramount Pictures. *************************************** From: "Andy Anda" Date: Sun Jan 13, 2002 9:55 pm Subject: tribble 1 Tribble is contentedly active with an intense focus on its intent. Its current intent is to find breeding food. But, being pre-sentient and pre-conscious, it isn't quite aware of itself and its motivations. In the absence of breeding food, Tribble has been quite content to sample other food-types that apparently sustain, but haven't triggered the reproductive hormones. Tribble quickly forgot the comforting hand and dark pocket that gently released him into this paradise of grain-bearing plants. Tribble did not know or care that he had been placed in a few-acre recreated primordial prairie reserve in a region of the Bay area which had a suitable micro-climate. This was both a public services and a research outlets of Star-fleet Medical's agriculture dept. Tribble's instincts kicked in when a rabbit passed by. Observing it for a while, Tribble soon ascertained that it was not a predator and not quite a competitor. So, Tribble began to pattern some of its foraging and predator avoidance behavior on the behavior of this indigenous critter. This instinct for behavior patterning has evolved over the many millennia that Tribble's progenitors have been surviving off-world (just which world was the original tribble home-world is an active area of debate in the Star-fleet Xenobiology literature). Tribble learns the different reactions of the rabbit as different types of shapes fly overhead -- long necks & short tails are ignored, but short necks and long tails mean FREEZE. Tribble no longer remembers or cares about the dark pocket world and its occasionally visiting hand. --------------------------------- (attachments) None. ***************************** END WEEK ONE RECAP 01-14-02 http://www.geocities.com/voyagerliveaction Showcase Site http://groups.yahoo.com/group/voyagerliveaction Writer's Distribution Hub WEEK TWO RECAP 01-15-02 ************************************* From : "Katherine Bird" Subject : Getting Ahead.... Date : Tue, 15 Jan 2002 10:16:01 +0000 ==================================== >"Computer lights.." he (Scotty) called out. > And the lights came up in Doctor >Crusher's office exposing Alexander, >Nurse Chapel, and Lt. Uhura. >"Oh, NOW the gang's all here, Mr. Spock." > Then he saw Uhura and Chapel hadn't aged >a day.."Captain, " he said to Kirk. >"You haven't been messin around with >that blasted Guardian again have you? >Don't you remember how much trouble we >had the last time with that confounded >contraption?" and he looked at McCoy >apologetically. Judging from the high color on Kirk's face as his long time ship's engineer associate exposed Uhura and Chapel's out of time youth to the old McCoy, and how most of the command grade Starfleeters in the room rubbed their eyes in mutual frustration, Chapel pretty much figured the cat was now out of the bag.. She tapped Uhura's nearby arm as she marvelled over the computer terminal that still transfixed her with its marvelous future time EMH schematics. "Uh, lieutenant... I think you'd better look at this.." Uhura didn't take her eyes off the screen. "I am... These blueprints of this century's EMH technology is fascinating.. Oh, and thanks for putting the lights on, I can see much better n--" her voice trailed off as she realized the voice she heard rumbling a few brief seconds ago had been Scotty's and about the Guardian of Forever.. Kirk's supposedly secret operation.. "Oh,, my.. Christine. Are we in for some trouble.." she gasped when she realized their hiding place had been doubly discovered by the room occupants at large and by whom was apparently, a very tiny Klingon boy. Christine nodded dumbly in agreement. Chapel's eyes shifted between Kirk's ire, Scotty's innocent curiosity, Alexander's questioning Klingon warrior play face and the presence of a few more newcomers to the red haired doctor's ward ; a woman whose face spotted species she did not know and two others in obvious Fleet uniform design but total opposites in their ranking color order. "You can say that again." The oriental man Lieutenant,. Uhura liked right away. ::He's no Sulu, but is he cute.:: Uhura thought of Harry Kim. But she didn't want to get in the way of the big man with the beard. He seemed to know the dark haired patient on the biobed extremely well. ::Are they a pair?:: she wondered. ::And this Commander is spending time by Tasha's side too. He knows her. This tall bearded commander must know that android over there too. This Data's wearing clothes like his and Dr. Crusher's. They all must be crewmates.:: she concluded. Uhura guessed all the people whose uniforms had the color across the shoulders were from the same ship. She automatically lumped Janeway with Chakotay and Harry and hoped she had guessed their ranks right by the future style pips she barely learned about from Kirk's briefing before they came forward in time. Jadzia's origins were a total enigma due to her different breast pin even though her uniform matched Janeway's for style. Seven, on the other hand, was only like the female captain, because of her pin. Struck speechless about what to say to a sputtering Bones and Mr. Scott as they gaped at her still young appearance, she knelt by Alexander instead. She was ironic when she said. "Ever feel like you're gonna get yelled at?" The tiny boy nodded vigorously. "Everyday.." he said. "Well.. my friend here and I are about to pay our dues my fine Klingon friend.. " Uhura said and she took his hand in the traditional Klingon handclasp. "It is a good day to die...." she said solemnly serious, then her face broke out into a wonderful smile that broke the tension in the room. Kirk's rising anger softened and he put his hands on his hips when he realized Uhura had the right of it by mocking the moment. McCoy, just scratched his head once he saw Deanna Troi's sedation had taken proper effect and he said, "Sure ain't no fountain of youth around here I know about..." he muttered. "The Guardian's the only possible answer for Christine and Uhura looking not a day over thirty.." Scotty began to grin at his guessing the Guardian's role in everything.::I'm good. Maybe I should have a wee drink more often.:: he thought to himself. ::I feel as smart as a Vulcan..:: Nurse Chapel began to blush when she got a good look at Spock, her former love interest. ::Oh,, does he age well..:: she decided. "They all do...the captain, Scotty included." as she clearly beheld her future time shipmates as she followed a curious Alexander out of Bev Crusher's office. The EMH cleared his throat and said, "This is nice. But we need a meeting of the minds badly or we'll not know heads from tails.." he said. "I know the history of each of you and the current events. I have just accessed Starfleet Headquarters' Worldwide Database." he blinked at Harry. "Mr. Kim.. you're moving up in the world.. You're Kirk's project secretary for Building Five? I'm impressed.." "So am I.." the current time Janeway muttered. "Chakotay, did you hear of Mr. Kim's promotion? I seemed to have lost track of everything once we got past the reunion party for Voyager's return." Chakotay chuckled, "No..." he said, winking at Harry. "I'm just as surprised as you are." The EMH proceeded to acquaint all present with their mutual identities, places in time/history and then everything that happened to him that morning, starting with his serendipitous meeting with McCoy in his quarters. In the background.. Mr. Data nodded vigorously with each point the holodoctor made but he wasn't heard through the containment field. "Now there's no need for secrecy.. Not about Building Number Five. Nor Deanna's unfortunate incident." He eyed McCoy and Janeway with amusement. "Seems like the morning's lecture headaches will fade away like a bad memory.. Classes campus wide have been cancelled." the holodoc added. "Why?" Alexander wanted to know. He was worried for that meant his mother would be seeking him soon to make him do his Earth Studies early for the day. The EMH rolled his eyes at the Enterprise boy. "Because the Dunkin Donut wishes it.." he joked. "You remember how the Guardian brought you and your mother here to solve a little mystery surrounding the counselor over there. Well, the portal brought Yar and Uhura and Chapel back too, using Captain Kirk's influence with Starfleet for a purpose that may or may not involve that gold shirted android over there.." the holodoc said to Alexander. The boy waved to Data, who innocently naive, waved back, making Alexander laugh. "Oh." Alexander said. The EMH rose facing everyone around him, "So,...we all know what's going on and who's who?" All heads nodded. "Good. Now we can move on with why the Guardian wants us together.. I think we should start with learning more about the night Deanna was attacked, and for that..I need to wake her again." The holodoc injected Deanna Troi with a simple stimulant and her eyes began to flutter. He likewise injected Tasha Yar, so she could relate with all in the room as well. Nurse Chapel leaned in on the EMH and said, "Are you always this successful managing odd situations and people?" He quipped, "I've been around the galactic block you might say, Nurse.. This..." he held out his hand to all present.." ..is a piece of cake." Uhura reached out and tenatively touched the holodoc's sleeve.."He seems so real..." "Of course I'm real!" the holodoc laughed. "Does it matter that I'm made up of photons and forcefields? Oh,," he remembered belatedly. "Your Enterprise has never seen holographic technology.." he said to Uhura.. Right then.. all the current time Starfleet officer's pins erupted in a hail. Uhura's eyes bugged out when she realized that the decorative pins she had been admiring earlier were actually... "Those pins are tiny universal communicators??!" she turned, amused, and accusingly at Christine.. "You never told me about this advancement...." Several minutes went by, and soon, Deanna and Yar were up and talking with the rest of them. All three doctors certified them as fit to get out of bed. Christine and Uhura hung by a wall where they watched Riker, Janeway, Chakotay and Kirk all in close conference, talking about how best to proceed with the investigation Kirk said the Guardian had asked him to organize. "Hey Christine.. The higher ups are schemeing.." Uhura whispered to Scotty and McCoy and Nurse Chapel. Her retorting tease was cut off by Boothby's voice coming uncharacteristically over the commbadges.. =^=Boothby to Starfleet Medical Ward One. I've found something you should see out here in the gardens while I was tracking down the tribble snacking on them.. Oh, yeah.. bring Mr. Data with you.. I'm in the east courtyard by the dedication fountain..=^= Uhura and Christine were nearest the door leading to the turbolifts and got to Boothby before the others.. Chapel looked over her shoulder and she and Uhura made their way over to the wizened Gardener waving them over. "Looks like he never ages.." she quipped to Uhura. "Boothby looks the same way he did when I was a cadet." She knew the others from the ward would follow in due course if they chose. So she stopped looking for them to arrive and concentrated on kneeling down where Boothby sat in the dirt near a pile of wilted flowers. Uhura took his other side and gasped. In the dust, Boothby exposed a frightening sight. She shouted, "Oh my god.. That looks like,, that looks like..." Boothby grew serious. "Yes..., Mr. Data's head. And it's from only two days in the future.." And he brushed the dust away from the hole he had dug from around it. "Now how did it get here, back into the past, where I'd find it right at this particular moment?" Uhura could hardly wait to find out what the others thought when they arrived. "I don't think that marvelous Starfleet EMH is going to have a ready answer for this one.." she quipped. The EMH materialized out of the air making Uhura and Chapel, who were still highly unused to holograms, jump. He steadied them with grips as he knelt, "Another thing you ladies should know.. I'm a hologram with free will. I come and go as I please.." Then he saw what Boothby was pointing to in the shallow hole in the uncovered garden by the fountain. "Mr. Data sure gets around..doesn't he..?" And he hefted Data's head in one palm, arm outstretched, at his eye level.. "Alas, Poor Yorik.. I knew him well..." he said dramatically. Boothby snatched Mr. Data's head back protectively.. "Time paradox is nothing to joke about..! This is obvious something the Guardian wanted us to find while it protects us from consequences crossing times.. " He blew dust out of the head's eyes and nose.. "Show some respect, doctor." He grumbled a second before he huffed a breath on the fascimile's forehead and he buffed it with a grimy sleeve, to a rich shine. -------------------- (attachments) Image: Chapel, a big close up. Image: Picard and Boothby, crouched by a flower bed in the sunlight. Image: Uhura, huge smile. Image: Data's severed head lying in the dirt. ********************** Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 12:02:53 -0800 (PST) From: "Jeff Seltun" Subject: Clues to "Head" off the Mystery Seven of Nine took all the EMH had to say in stride. It seemed logical that everyone surrounding her knew facts and details about everyone else. ::It is efficient to have crucial information regarding individual identity and circumstance. The doctor is right to violate the time interference directives in doing so. By Captain Kirk's own admission, the Guardian of Forever is making us free of paradox while we're all on Earth. It was the one who wanted contact with us here, not the other way around. So anything we do or say now will have no risk to worry about.:: she concluded seeing the dark skinned communications officer and the blond nurse coming her way out of the office. Seven's metal eyebrow rose when she saw the tiny Klingon boy following them into the ward. His civilian outfit was covered in dirt and an errant evergreen twig poked out of his pants. His serious adult like demeanor almost made Seven smile. She knelt by the boy. "I see you have survived a battle today. We must compare battle stories later." and she stood to listen to the EMH speak on, orienting everyone in the room as to rank, name and situation at the Academy. Then Boothby's call went out over her combadge. >=^=Boothby to Starfleet Medical >Ward One. I've found something you should see >out here in the gardens while I was tracking down >the tribble snacking on them.. Oh, yeah.. bring >Mr. Data with you.. I'm in the east courtyard >by the dedication fountain..