Oh gentle thespian who also loves a good Trek read once in a while. You've hit a mecca of canon (True to Television series facts) fan fiction. There's NO personal fantasy characters, only what you already know and love from television that has been seen with your own eyes. Only what happens changes, a new episode, if you will. A grand total of about 1.8 MB's worth from a whole year's creative efforts from around twenty seven authors writing within a single story. This is the first showing of a Voyagerliveaction adventure from our quarter. VoyagerliveactionTrekTheaterFanfic2000-The first Year Story. http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=story-read&storyid=331623 or... http://groups.yahoo.com/group/voyagerliveaction/files/OtherFanfic/ VoyagerliveactionTrekTheaterFanfic2000.txt Voyagerliveaction--A Live Theater Star Trek Story co-written by fans. This is a collected works of fanfic'ers like you who've banded together on a Yahoogroups list to write a story true to all four Star Trek TV Series from a live action theater site. They spruced up the fiction with sounds, images and animated movies of their own. Starring whichever character individually cast they wished from the four TV shows. The setting is now, on board Voyager herself with crew who are a mystery until they mysteriously appear as their authors bring them in . The Site is called Voyagerliveaction, and NOTHING you'll read was preplanned. It was simply write as you go. Each author had the creative floor whenever they submitted a page within their roles. The style of each character is reflected in their "animator". Those lurkers present on the list were treated with eye and ear candy whenever an author sent pictures and sounds with their story pages. It's fun watching the author's flavor evolve over time within the adventure. This story's premise starts with a bang that isn't what it seems and settles into a mystery far larger than anything any one author could have come up with one their own. It shows the joy of role playing in the discipline of creative writing in a round robin setting. We've been graced with honors from Yahoogroups Site of the Week (Oct 2000 ) and have attracted Paramount actors to write with us. One from ST Voyager is here now in two very surprising writer roles. She joined us in Nov, 2000. During week 48 or so and is still acting in her fiction roles for Year 2001. Rated PG-13 for all audiences. This adventure is year ONE. If you like what you see here, year TWO is in progress and we've a sizable fan following to read what you have to offer as a new writer to our ranks. How does 3007 strike you? They tune in every day in "Now showing" windows in Nepal, Australia and Germany. And 64 actual site members who get to see the show in all its graphics glory? Huge for a PBEM. Come, let us entertain you. Stay and read this adventure and leave with a smile on your face, or come to the Site to lurk as it happens..or,... be one of us. Be your character from TV. Write what you've always wanted him or her to do. And control what happens next. :) Located at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/voyagerliveaction The graphic site is here. http://www.geocities.com/voyagerliveaction Please, grab a cold drink and some nibbles and join us by the fanfic fireplace. You're in for a treat. That's only a short scroll down below. Total read time can be from one to four hours depending on your fic devouring skills :) This particular file is being formatted to fit your computer screen without side scrolling. It will be updated as changes are made. Weeks 1-4 are complete and reformatted. Welcome to Year ONE... See you Shipside. =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =^= Let the "Play" begin.. :) =^= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= YEAR ONE =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- WEEK ONE [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 02-10-2K ( voyagerliveaction@onelist.com ) What follows is an entry from the daily log archives.. Beginning 02-03-2K ******************************************** From : Amiee Jo Fielder, Subject: Personal Log : Stardate 000203.4 Seven of nine reporting. > Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2000 06:15:13 CST > "I have been busy charting many new planetary systems, for the captain insists we are still a "Starfleet Vessel" and that we are to "continue our mission".I find this very illogical. We are still several hundred thousand light years from the Alpha Quadrant. Far from any Star Fleet base."Seven briefly calibrated her alcove conditions remotely from her panel. It had been a long night and she was tired. A questionable bout with one of Neelix's concoctions had left her with less than optimal functioning. > All ship's systems were nominal. And she was alone in astrometrics save for a delicately framed picture of a blue eyed, yellow haired young girl in a green plaid dress.Seven frowned at the picture. "I will never be you, Annika Hanson. And I don't know if I would ever want to be." ********************************************** From: Patti keiper Subject: *bosun whistle* Captain on the Bridge! Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2000 03:03:07 CST Janeway stood with authority, "Doctor to the Bridge. Medical Emergency!" She gestured at Chakotay, "See what you can do for her until the doctor arrives.." The captain glanced down at B'Elanna. Her engineer was still unconscious but in no immediate danger. She sank back down into her chair, "Tom, get us out of here!" The stench of ozone and scorched insulation burned her throat, "Harry, damage report!" It wasn't often that she and her crew had been caught so seriously offguard.. "Seven, go down to astrometrics and find out just where the hell our attackers came from!" She toggled a switch, relaying telemetry over to Tuvok's board. "Tuvok. Options? I thought rotating the shield variance would deflect their attack." She tensed, "Computer, tie in the universal translator on my mark." She advanced into the viewscreen pickups, "Mark,..." The viewscreen on the alien ship wavered. And an image came into sharp focus... "Alien attacker. Stand down and face me......." ***************************************** Subject: [voyagerliveaction] onwards...in the story Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2000 03:06:33 CST From: "patti keiper" *in an ALTERNATE TIME* ------------------------ Seven's combadge beeped and she nearly jumped out of her skin. It was the Captain. "Seven? The computer says that you haven't had a regeneration cycle yet. Why aren't you in bed?" *************************************** Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Responding to the Captain Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2000 01:24:24 CST From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Seven, after a brief moment of confusion, presses her com-badge to respond to the captain. "Yes captain?" "I asked you why you weren't in bed yet." Janeway asked with mild amusement. "It's 0300, don't you think you should rest?" Seven takes a few scant glances around her, trying to get her bearings, she sees the console in front of her and knows where she is, she looks up at the huge projection screen and remembers what she was doing, yet something about it didn't feel quite right. As she responds to the captain, her eyes dart back and forth, not able to place her finger on what is out of order. " Yes captain, I have almost completed plotting all the data we have acquired in this sector, I was then going to "rest"" Seven said still shocked to find herself in astrometrics, and not in the middle of a red alert. "What is your excuse captain?" She says with her borg implant rising on her forehead. Still confused she awaits the captains witty response. ***************************************** Subject: responding to the captain.. Deja Vu Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2000 01:24:24 CST From: "patti keiper" The thrum of Voyager's engines sounded unnaturally loud as Seven held bated breath... "I have.....been..... imbibing a little TOO much coffee,... I'll admit.. And you may NOT repeat that to anyone." replied Janeway. Seven kept her reaction neutral in voice as well as physical, "Understood. I'll have my report to you at 0700. Seven out." Janeway stretched in her ready room chair smiling wryly. That was the first time her protege had ever shot back a perfect rejoiner in her recollection of memory. That boded well. Seven's interpersonal skills were matching human norms by leaps and bounds.. Thoughtfully, she stood and put her coffee mug into the recycling bin and watched as it disappeared. Seven was right.. She needed sleep as well. Her dreams of late had been disturbing to say the least. Dreams of battle and injury.. an an unknown attacker. One whom she could NOT see. Either with her eyes or with ship's sensors.. So far, the images at night were only mildly distressing. Nothing untoward. Just......curious.. She'd bring it up at the next briefing to see if anyone else had noticed anything unusual in their nocturnal meanderings. She sighed and returned to her desk and the pile of unread data padds strewn there. She grabbed the one nearest her hand. ".....food levels are in good order. Although, I'll admit. I miss the Regelian Crab Soufflet' reserves. It seems, only I and Lieutenant Tuvok really appreciated it.... " She could practically hear Neelix's chuckling.. She set that padd down... A sudden stab of pain shot through her head and down her chest. Choking, Kathryn fell from her chair and tried to reach her combadge. Had there been something wrong with the coffee? Came the ridiculous line of thought. A thick haze mingled through red and all of her limbs went numb. She could reach the badge.. She was paralyzed.. She tried to make a sound but failed.. and lapsed into unconsciousness, sprawled onto the floor. ********************************** Subject : Remote terminal relay.... Bioflag alert Kathryn Janeway, A., Commanding.... From: "patti keiper" Date: Sat Feb 6, 2000 0:09:07 CST The empty cargo bay hold resounded with the last of Tuvok's tricorder audio emissions. The coordinate array panel in front of Tuvok began to glow. He leaned closer. It was a scan for anti-matter tachyons that had been negliently left on active mode. That kind of scan was normally reserved for locating ships of unknown configuration. Seven's DNA fragments were clearly visible on his bioscan readings as having been the operator. But she was no where to be found. Another puzzling thing drew Tuvok's attention. The alert illumination status bar on the console was dark and silent. A young ensign bustled into the room. She was clad in science blue, "Excuse me sir? I think we have a problem. The com system just went out ship wide. I have only found logs of auxillary computer squirts to various crew members; one with a priority alert bioflag from the remote EMH monitor relay. S-Sir,..someone is reported down. I don't know who yet or where,... but I have my suspicions. No one has seen the captain since she relinquished the con for the night. Communications report that she last spoke with Seven of Nine before the outage from her ready room. I-I.. can't raise the bridge at all. What should I do?" ********************************* Subject :Respond. Recalibrate tricorder to last transmission received. Priority One Alpha. > From: Niels van Elzakker Date: Sun Feb 6, 2000 13:09:56 GMT > >Tuvok here recalibrating completed, what`s going on i detected several temporary distortions. It does not seem logical it is .. > > transmission ends.. > >Tuvok finds himself in the astrophysics room suddenly.. Captain ... Seven. . How did i end up here i seem to missing part of my recollection. Were we not at red alert.... Hmmm /this is very interesting. > >tuvok ******************************* From: Niels van Elzakker Subject : On the alarmcall Date: Mon 6, Feb 2000 07:04:12 GMT Calm down ensign... (put name of ensign here) I don`t know yet what is going on but i intend to find out shortly. Since communication is down we will have to get to the captain first though there is one problem. Come take a look at this , Tuvok pointed to the tachyon readings that where still showing. Apparently someone and based on these bio readings it would have to have been Seven of nine. Now based on these readings we could be dealing with intruders, so i suggest we first make our way to some weapons then we will have to find out exactly where the captain and the rest of the crew are. Best bet for us is i think the bridge cause if there are intruders it would be one of the rooms we could find them. Unless offcourse you can tell me where the injured crewman can possibly be found in which case we will have to get to him first. Tuvok *************************************** Subject: Dax is aboard!! From: "E. Beltran" Date : 7 Feb 2000 08:34:45 CST Jadzia was thrown backwards with a thud. Her head hit the floor and she momentarily saw stars. Starfleet instincts made her ignore the pain and continue moving into a crouch. Phazer drawn and pointed towards the last position of Dukat. He wasn't there. Dax whipped around, scanning the near empty room. It was a crewman's quarters, unoccupied from the looks of it. Standing up, Dax moved to look around the room more. A thought suddenly occurred to her and she glanced quickly down at her midsection. The Starfleet uniform was intact. No burn marks were apparent. She could have sworn that Dukat had gotten a direct hit. After investigating the room more Jadzia decided to contact the captain. "Dax to Captain Sisko." She said, after tapping her com badge. "Unknown person." The computer answered. ************************************* From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: Off the Port Bow.... Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2000 11:35:50 -0600 Meanwhile, on the bridge... Chakotay reviewed the sensor logs carefully...and then triple checked them... "Tom, full stop!" He ordered "Aye sir...Full Stop." Paris responded. Chakotay glanced at Kim. "Can you identify the object off the port bow?" Kim looked up from the data streaming across his console in astonishment, "It's a life form of some kind!" "Lifesigns?" "Intact!" Kim replied. "Transporter Room 2, lock onto the following coordinates," Chakotay punched in the figures into his console, "and beam the life form aboard. Erect a level two force- field around the transporter platform." "Understood," said the Transporter room Technician. "I'll be in Transporter Room 2," Chakotay said. "Paris, you have the bridge. Alert the Captain and have Tuvok meet me en route. This could be Seven!" * * * The technician slowly manipulated the transporter controls, erecting a forcefield as the beam was coalescing. The technician gasped in astonishment. Dressed in simple blue and green garmets, the figure stood up before the technician and promptly walked through the forcefield as if it wasn't there. The technician glanced down...'The field should be in place,' she thought. Just then, the transporter room doors slid open and Chakotay and Tuvok entered, weapons drawn. "Q!" Chakotay gasped. ************************************ Subject: [voyagerliveaction] stranger in a strange land From: "E. Beltran" Date : mon Feb 7, 2000 13: 07 : 56 CST Dax frowned and tried again, to no avail. She tried to contact different people as well: Worf, Kira, Odo, even Rom. No one seemed to be entered into the computer memory. Deciding to investigate Dax walked to the cabin door. The door slid open and she moved out into the corridor beyond. ************************************* Subject: [voyagerliveaction] stranger in a strange land Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2000 15:35:40 -0600 From: "E. Beltran" Jadzia walked out into the corridor, the cabin door sliding shut quickly behind her. Her eyes went wide as she looked first right then left down the corridor. This was not Deep Space Nine! The symbiot within her was telling her that she was on a star ship. Dax evidently was a bit more sensitive to the movement of the ship than Jadzia was. A brief thought occurred to her that she was on the Defiant, but she quickly dismissed that. She knew that ship up and down. This was a different class of vessel as well. There were no crew members in either direction. Jadzia stood in the corridor as she tried to get her bearing and listen for sounds of activity as well. "Computer, which way to the bridge?" The Trill asked and listened as the ship's computer relayed the information. Phaser still in hand and set to stun Dax walked quickly towards the bridge. ************************************* From: Niels van Elzakker Subject : Strange women Date Mon Feb 7 12:12:11 GMT Tuvok and the ensign where now closing in on the bridge, and oddly enough had not seen a soul yet. Untill all of a sudden they both heard someone approach from the other side of the corridor and just around the corner. Tuvok motioned the ensign to step aside behind a bulkhead so that they could ambush whoever was approaching. A woman rounded the corner with a phaser in hands. As she passed Tuvok slowly moved behind her carefull not to make a sound. But somehow she noticed and truned around her phaser pointing right at him as was his to hers. "Who are you and what are you doing here ?" tuvok said (tag Jadzia) ************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] stranger in a strange land Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2000 01:45:54 -0600 Jadzia steadied the phaser in her hand, turning her head slightly to one side as she maintained eye contact with the Vulcan in front of her. A young woman ensign was behind him. Dax had only just heard them as she passed by. "I'm Lt Commander Jadzia Dax. Who are you? What ship is this?" She answered, her voice level and calm. ---> take it away Tuvok ************************************* Subject: [voyagerliveaction] meanwhile........ Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2000 15:06:57 CST From: "patti keiper" She was in another place... It was warm and the light was soft and soothing. Janeway was reluctant to move. She glanced about but details escaped her. Was she really somewhere else? She remembered pain and a frightening choking sensation from before... that was... from her ship? Where was she? Janeway struggled to understand what was happening to her. Panic welled up unchecked. She did not want to die.. ***************************************** Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] stranger in a strange land Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2000 00:32:44 -0800 (PST) From: Niels van Elzakker (and tuvok takes the ball) Tuvok notices the uniform as it is a rather old one. I`m Lt. Commander Tuvok and you are on board the USS Voyager A. Your name sounds somehow familiar , how did you get here and what are your intentions? Tuvok said in a calm voice still pointing the phaser directly at her. Tuvok (tag Jadzia=== this could get interesting) *************************************** Subject: [voyagerliveaction] despair... Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2000 02:57:21 CST From: "patti keiper" The blackness was approaching. She could feel it come,.. "Mark? I'm sorry I never came home........" Awareness faded away... and a single hearts beating... *BEEP* (computer tie in to combadge. Shipwide.) ""Full communications have been restored. Abnormal lifesigns. Deck One."" **************************************** From: Niels van Elzakker Subject : priorty one Date Feb 8, 03:08:23 GMT =^= Tuvok to security get a team to the intruder and seal of deck 1 now =^= =^= underway sir =^= =^= Tuvok to captain Janeway please respond, Tuvok to bridge please respond =^= no response came "Lt. Cmdr. I know who you are and for now you will come with us" (while they were talking Tuvok remembered the entrance of Q and some of the things that happened after that) "Ever heard of a being called Q if yes i do not have to explain what`s going on, you are from a different timeline and somehow got here probably through the doing of Q" Ensign you said you may know were the person you reported as being injured may be i suggest we get there in a real hurry you, go and alert the appropiate medical help and then report to me." Dax you come with me were going to the bridge. tuvok (well let`s see what happens next) *BEEP* *************************************** Subject: RE:Bioflag critical... Priority One --Chief of Security Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2000 13:13:19 -0600 From: "E. Beltran" Jadzia quirked one eyebrow at the rapidly talking Commander. She had never heard a Vulcan speak with such a display of emotion, however repressed it still was. Keeping her mouth shut for now Dax followed the Security Officer to the bridge. ************************************* From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: An Intimate Conversation Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2000 13:33:17 -0600 The fog faded once again from Kathryn's eyes. She looked around in astonishment.She felt like she was floating...a curious sensation. Looking down, she could just make out a shape near her desk in her ready room. She tried reaching for her combadge but couldn't will her arms...did she have any arms? "Interesting, isn't it?" Janeway spun around at the voice."Q! Is this your doing?" "Unfortunately, not Kathryn. In fact I am not even here right now...so to speak. That's the benefit of being omnipotent. Not too hard to be in two places at once. I even created two Tuvoks on the ship for a short time... no one seemed to even notice. As we speak, your security guards are trying to manhandle me into the brig. Let them, I say. I could use a little peace and solitude." Q walked around the desk, stopping to slowly bend down and examine a stain on the floor carpeting. Bringing his fingers up to his nose, he sniffed carefully. Q grinned, "There is a lot going on aboard ship, isn't there? First the disappearance of Seven, then the appearance of Dax...oops, me and my big mouth, Kathryn. In your present condition, I doubt you'll ever find that out...And now this...you...Aren't you going to offer me some coffee?" Q leaned over Janeway in anticipation of her response. "Not on your life." Kathryn scoffed. "Aren't you the least bit curious what's happening to you?" Q goaded. She stared in horror to the form at her feet,.. "What have you done to me?" "Nothing. It seems we have a little mystery on our hands, doesn't it? What's the last thing you remember?" Q asked quizzically. Kathryn struggle to recall her memories, "I was... going over some reports in the ready room,.. over some coffee.... Then, suddenly, I couldn't breathe.." "I so do love being around Captains with near death experiences. There was this one time with Jean-Luc... quite interesting," the corporal being reminisced. Janeway startled. "I'm dead? " She circled the desk and knelt by the figure on the floor. It wore her own face. "Can you feel your primitive life systems shutting down? One by one? I could help you, you know... all you have to do is give the word..." Q stared deeply into Janeway's eyes. Kathryn steeled herself, "How do I know you haven't crafted all of this for some reason. I remember when you tried to seduce me into having your child." Q responded, "Because Kathryn, some part of what you would call my soul, my heart, still cares about you. I'm offering you life. You have to trust me. I can save you. All you need to do is give the word. Wouldn't you like that?" Kathryn tried to reach out to the body and grip its hand but her fingers slipped right through. "Oh, my God." she thought. "It's happening again." She recalled the time when she and Chakotay were caught in an ion storm and a near death parasite had almost taken her soul.. She became very afraid.. She faced Q. "I'm dying........" She turned to Q.... " I don't trust you...even with my life." "Then you have sealed your fate, not only for yourself but for all the lives you command and lead. Goodbye Kathryn. Maybe I'll visit you in whatever afterlife you believe in." Q got up off the desk and promptly vanished. Kathryn was suddenly sucked back into an endless void .. knowing nothing, at all any more. The last thing she heard was Q's maniacal laughter, taunting her... ************************************* This is the end of Recap One 02-10-2K (make sense now?) Patti the moderator...... *smirk*; ) WEEK TWO [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 02-16-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) *************************************** From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] Bioflag critical... Priority One --Chief of Security Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 05:22:31 -0800 (PST) Tuvok saw on Jadzia`s face the emotion he tried to supress, what was it that caused this. Something was seriously wrong here. Ah there was the bridge. Dax we must enter with caution there may be intruders in there. Cautiosly they enter the bridge.. it`s empty not a crewmember to be seen. Several screens are blinking as if they they were abandoned and not turned off and the ship was still at full impulse, heading unknown. At that moment the ensign reports in =^= Commander we have found the captain she is in a coma of some sort i....( the voice is tremoring) she may even die. She is in her ready room =^= =^= Acknowledged ensign do what you can we will be there shortly =^= Computer display heading and destination unable to comply Why insufficient data Computer full stop unable to comply =^-= Tuvok to engineering status report =^= no response He turns to dax we have to find out what is going on you were in charge of security i think if i remember correctly, I think we should sweep the ship for intruders. Seems security is the only team still on board see if you can get a ship wide communication out alerting all crew except the medical team to report to the bridge.. at that moment two ensigns came walking in .. you two stay here and help the commander here out. Try getting some of the systems online right now we only have partial life support and communications. Commander i will try to be back as soon as possible. with that said he left for the captain's ready room ( Captain's ready room a few minutes later..) As Tuvok entered he found the captain lying on the floor murmuring some indiscernnable words. A few padds she had apparently been looking lay scattered on the floor. Her body movements indicated she was either in shock or dreaming... Tuvok wondered were the ensign had gone off to and what was keeping the medics .. tuvok ************************************* Subject: Captain's readyroom,.. she's been found!! Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 12:53:54 CST From: "patti keiper" Tuvok drew out his tricorder and swept the room, looking for signs of an intruder. He found no unusual readings. The lights were flickering eerily due to the computer malfunction he had found on the bridge. Something was seriously amiss... He glanced down at the ensign crouched over Janeway and was about to speak when his combadge went off. --^-- Doctor to the bridge. This is an emergency! I've just received negative lifesign telemetry on the captain's combadge. She's arrested. You've got to act now! We're losing her!--^-- His tricorder confirmed the lack of a heartbeat. There was no more time to lose. Kathryn was dying... ************************************** Subject: Bioflag critical... Priority One --Chief of Security Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 13:45:23 -0600 From: "E. Beltran" Jadzia watched the Vulcan hurry over to the Captain's ready room off located off the bridge. She then turned back to a computer council and began to try to override the computer. To the two ensigns she said, "I can handle this here. Go with Commander Tuvok and check on the Captain." The ensigns, freshly drilled with Star Fleet protocol moved to comply. Dax smiled slightly and entered in a security protocol, sending out a ship wide alert. All officers who could would now run a complete search of the ship. After further typing at the keypad she was unable to override the ships computer to bring it to a full stop. She was about to call engineering when a thought occurred to her. Bending down beneath the console she pride off its underside. Working quickly she removed some connections and replaced them elsewhere. Finally, having managed to create a physical override she felt the ship come to a full stop. It was then she heard the Commander's announcement. --^-- Doctor to the bridge. This is an emergency! I've just received negative lifesign telemetry on the captain's combadge. She's arrested. You've got to act now! We're losing her!--^-- Dax was slightly startled. She must have also rewired the comunications system. Glancing over the systems report on the screen in front of her she noticed that the EMC was down. Deciding not to wait and try to get it back up she ran off the bridge and into the Captin's ready room. *************************************** Subject: RE: Captain's readyroom,.. she's been found!! Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 14:00:47 -0600 From: "E. Beltran" The ready room door slid open and Dax entered. She quickly took in the situation. The two ensigns she had sent off to help earlier hovered over a body on the floor. Comandar Tuvok knelt near by as well. All three looked up as she entered. "What happened here?" Jadzia asked noticing a faint stain on the carpet. She bent over it, getting closer to see just what it was. "I am not sure. This must be the reason for the bioflag signal I recieved earlier." Tuvok said. Dax jerked back quickly from the small stain. A coffee cup was resting near by, and it had a similar smell when she examined it as well. "Where is the emergency medical pack located?" She asked the vulcan. "I'll get it!" One of the ensigns jumped up and ran to fetch the pack. Tuvok looked at the trill, a frown on his face. "What do you think happened?" Jadzia handed him the coffee cup. "She's been poisoned." At that moment the ensign came back, medical pack in hand. Jadzia took it from him and opened it, dumping the contents onto the floor in front of her. Searching quickly through the bits and pieces she found what she was looking for and quickly injected it into the prone woman on the floor. Moving back a little from the captain Dax gently turned her onto her side, holding her there. A moment latter the unconscious woman came to and began to heave up the remaing contents of her stomach. All those in the room looked at the captain as she opened her eyes and peered about uncertainly. ************************************** FROM: in collaboration WITH: via MSN messenger Subject: The mystery deepens..... Date: 02-10-2K [ 10:07:14 CST ] Janeway coughed violently, clearing her airway and felt herself being eased to a semi sitting position as she recovered. Her limbs were trembling violently and she had no strength left to her. What had happened to her? She had vague recollections of meeting a very BIG problem... "Q....." she whispered. "Easy, captain." said a young ensign. The relief in her voice was undisguised. " You've been poisoned, but we've managed to counteract its effects. " Janeway's vision began to clear and she wanted to stand up. She grasped the ensign's arm and together they stood. Kathryn leaned against the woman while Tuvok checked her over with his tricorder. "Is there an intruder, ensign?" she asked. Kathryn noticed Dax for the first time and was caught speechless. "No ma'am." the ensign replied, "There's been no signs of intrusion at all. Except for Lieutenant Commander Dax here. She's from Deep Space Nine." Her forehead furrowed, "Apparently from the Alpha Quadrant. " "Another mystery, I see." Janeway took notice of Tuvok's silence on the matter. She wasn't worried . When he had a theory, Tuvok most certainly, would share it. " I've just met a nasty visitor, Tuvok . Go to red alert.." she closed her eyes and forced herself to think. " Situation report?" Janeway asked weakly. They were suddenly interrupted. Ready room doors flew open and Seven rushed to their side. "Captain, what happened?" Seven asked as she tallied the med kit supplies and the stain on the rug. "What is the problem? Can I be of assistance." Seven took the captain's weight onto her shoulder, seeing that the young ensign needed help. =^= Sick bay to anyone on deck one, please respond. =^= Seven pressed her com badge, =^= Doctor, the captain has been revived, I am bringing her to sick bay now.=^= Breathing a sigh of relief the doctor replied =^= I'll be expecting you shortly =^= "Tuvok. Get to the bottom of this. I want to know exactly what's happening to this ship." Janeway ordered. She almost fell and was caught. "Not exactly a hundred percent yet. Keep me posted." Seven and Janeway walked down the corridor quickly, escorted by the ensign's armed surveillance. The red wash of the alert almost hid the flickering panels around them. Seven's forehead creased with concern as she spoke, "Captain, few of the crew remain aboard. I have yet to locate their whereabouts. I have, however, found mass quantities of an anti-matter plasma discharge in a nearby nebula that has quantum signatures indicating significant temporal distortions in subspace." "Tell it to Tuvok. My concentration's shot to hell." ************************************* Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Q uestions and Q ueries Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 22:57:11 -0600 From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Q sat in the brig, twiddling his thumbs in annoyance. He was getting bored with the guards and decided that enough was enough. He looked over at the two humans guarding him. "Enough is enough!" he shouted. "I am really displeased with your company. I'm leaving." With that, Q gotup and attempted to walk through the forcefield. He tried pushing his hand through the humming barrier and was shocked to discover that he couldn't push through. "Someone's been doing some modifications to your technology. Very interesting...let me guess...Borg adapted?" Q's tried to mask his fascination with irritation but wasn't pulling it off. "How perceptive." Q turned around at the voice. "A hologram. Shouldn't you be attending to Captain Janeway?" "She is thankfully alright. We got to her in time, no thanks to you." "Are you accusing me of poisoning her?" provoked Q. "Perhaps." "Well I didn't. Now about this technology...you adapted the field from the time I was beamed aboard the ship to now. Very clever. Did that borg assist you?" The Doctor ignored him, "What were you doing floating in space?" "That, my dear EMH, would be telling," Q grinned. "Now, let's talk about you for a minute... How are you projected into this enclosed room?" The Doctor glanced at the ceiling, but too late. Q followed the dart of his eyes and noticed the holographic emitter. "Bingo!" shouted Q. Q then funneled himself through the emitter and travelled the ship's biotech circuitry in an instant, reemmiting himself in sickbay. He looked around, but Janeway had not yet arrived and was nowhere to be found. 'Maybe I'll try the bridge,' he thought as he vanished. ************************************ Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] The mystery deepens....... Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 23:32:13 -0600 From: "E. Beltran" Jadzia watched the Captain and others file out the door. The Vulcan commander was the only one left. They stared for a moment at each other. "Well, let's get this analyzed further. Maybe we can figure out where the poison came from if we cross reference it with the ports you've stopped at recently." She said to Tuvok, picking up the coffee cup being careful not to touch any remaining residue. Dax grabbed a stylus from the captain's desk and threaded it through the cup handle, lifting it. The trill headed towards the ready room door. Just as she was about to walk through it a sharp pain overcame her. Dropping the cup and stylus Jadzia clutched at her middle. A darkness passed before her eyes as she felt herself falling to the floor. **************************************** END Week TWO RECAP WEEK TWO --B-- [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 02-14-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ******************************************* Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] The mystery deepens....... Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 00:02:08 -0800 (PST) From: Niels van Elzakker Tuvok was caught in thought as he was processing the new information not sure what conclusions he would find. There were a number of facts he had to deal with that were yet unclear to the extent that he coulden`t connect them yet. What would Q be doing in a ship, why would he even need a ship if he is what he is. The missing crew probably had to do with the temporal distortions but even that was at this point uncertain and then the coffee poisoning highly unlikely as there were no intruders aboard the ship and besides the tricorder was just finished processing the scans he had done. It seemed that there was a foreign substance in the coffee that is to say there were a strange kind of bacteria present, something for the doctor to look at. Then he realized soemthing these were airborn and when inhaled could be harmfull maybe. Commander leave the cup .. put it down now. But was to late Jadzia collapsed right in front of him =^= Tuvok to the doctor i need your assistance here shortly, We have another crewmember down here i think i have found the cause and it may be a bigger problem then initially thought sending you the data now =^= the contents of the medical pack where still on the floor and tuvok knew what to inject even if she was not human in this case Trill physiology should not make a difference. Luckily Jadzia came to quickly. She seemed allrightas she had only been under for less then a second due to the quick response from tuvok. =^= Tuvok to doctor seem to have situation under control check the captain for the data i found =^= Commander are you ok or should we transport you to sickbay aswell =^= Tuvok to seven as soon as your able meet me at the brig we have someone to question =^= (yeah i know Q is no longer there but tuvok does not yet kno that) tuvok ************************************* FROM: "patti keiper" Subject: Thank god for NON existent little bundles of joy.. DATE: Fri, 11 Feb 02:22:45 AM CST The captain and the EMH were finishing up her treatment in short order. Kathryn rubbed her face with both hands . Seven remained discreetly out of earshot in the doctor's office. The ensign had gone on to help in the ship wide search for lingering intruders. "I knew I needed a little sleep, but, this,..." Janeway cocked a raw grin, "Is a little.....overkill." she remarked, angling her head as she studied her own results on the doctor's med tricorder from over his "shoulder". The doctor winced at her humor, but continued to run his scans of the captain, "Feel fortunate. You are in the clear. I can repair the damage you've suffered from the toxin and lack of oxygen now, but your weakness will have to mend on its own. Don't fanaggle any more omnipotent beings into confrontations, Hmm? Just to be on the safe side." Janeway slid off the bed with a sarcastic look of annoyance. "Doctor, when it comes to Q. I just can't help myself. Oh, and by the way... " she pointed to a certain indicator covering a very near and dear bodily function to most women, "Do I have any surprises in there?" The doctor's expression was unreadable, "Should there be?" he wanted to know. Gesturing for Seven to follow her,Kathryn left sickbay smartly, with a parting shot, "Not if I can help it." she headed for the bridge...... "Just tell Neelix there's a slightly remote chance he'll have to keep an eye on the diaper counts." Seven was pristinely unphased by the remark. But for once, the doctor had nothing to say..... ::Q?... and her?:: He shook his head firmly in the negative...... ************************************ FROM: "niels" SUBJECT: [liveactionvoyager] Dropping like flies Date: Sat 12 Feb 03:08:36 am PST Tuvok was still baffled from al the new information he just got though his face showed nothing. He was about to turn around and see what Jadzia was doing when he heard a thud and a coffee cup falling on the floor behind him so he quickly turned around.. Where he saw jadzia stretched out on the floor the cup a few meters away.. =^= Tuvok to the doctor, i have another person down not sure i can move her she is trill please advice =^= Tuvok feels a sharp pain in his neck and lungs walks a few steps and then drops his body falling right on top of Jadzia`s and he is out cold.. Tuvok ************************************* FROM: "patti" SUBJECT: Dropping like flies date: Mon 14 Feb 02:49:47 amCST The captain and Seven made good time getting to Deck One. Janeway felt almost one hundred percent. Now , if only the ship felt the same way. The flickering lights and the half life support showed only part of the mysterious computer failures aboard Voyager. The shields and deflectors were down as well. It was only by the blindest of luck that the Trill Dax had stopped their velocity in an area of space that was devoid of the usual debris field.But for that, they would've impacted and had been destroyed long ago. The search for other crewmembers was still going on, deck by weary deck. So far, only the security guards who responded to incarcerate Q during his phasing-two- places- at- once trick and the two helpful ensigns were present besides those officers she'd already encountered. Kathryn was worried. Q could've done ANYTHING to them. He could've taken them planetside for some odd purpose to entertain himself or..... worse. But, deep down, a gut feeling told her otherwise. Q had said that he was NOTresponsible for the tainted coffee she had ingested. He had even wanted to help her survive the ordeal. Puzzling. Janeway turned to Seven, "We've got a lot of work ahead of us. First, I want you to--" Her combadge came to life, startling her. >=^=Tuvok to the doctor . I have another person down. I am not sure I can >move her. She is Trill. Please advise. =^= That Dax woman ? In trouble? ::What the hell--!:: Janeway tapped her badge. "Tuvok? We're on our way.. Report!" She heard the doctor respond to the Vulcan only vaguely. The EMH was trying to get details; getting more and more insistent by the moment. ::Why doesn't he answer?:: she thought. "Tuvok! Can you hear me?" Silence. ::DAMN:: This wasn't going well at all. The computer confirmed her fears. ## Bioflag alert on Commander Tuvok. Deck One. Vitals signs abnormal.## Seven of Nine informed sickbay, "Doctor, it appears we have a simultaneous medical alert. The captain and I are on our way.Stand by for further information." She and Seven began to run. -------------------------------------------- Tricorders showed the readyroom free of any biological risk in just moments. Quickly, Seven and Janeway hurried inside. They found him, his body right on top of Jadzia`s , out cold.. Janeway tapped her combadge, "Janeway to sickbay." =^= Go ahead. =^= the doctor's voice urged. Kathryn knelt, making sure both were breathing well enough before she continued. "Doctor, they're both unconscious. And I'm reading double telemetry on Dax. I think she might be a joined Trill." =^= Very probably based on these readings. Have they come into contact with the toxin?=^= Both of their pulses were racing,..but no stains discolored their skin or clothing anywhere. Her search for signs was inconclusive. "I can't tell." she replied. "Seven, scan the room in detail. We're missing something." Seven straightened, sweeping her tricorder in a circle, "I'm reading evidence of temporal tachyon decay." Janeway flared, "Q!" Show yourself!!" It took only a moment for the being to make an appearance. ******************************* From: "E. Beltran" Subject: The arrival Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 19:53:22 -0600 She could feel herself falling, and then nothing. A blank and desolate nothingness surrounded her that sent a numbing chill strait through her. Something smiled through the darkness at her. It was not a nice smile. A pounding intensity made its way into her brain. Black thoughts dripping with blood and violence suddenly overwhelmed her. Jadzia lost her grip and fell, spinning into a nameless void. ******************************** FROM: 'patti keiper' Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2000 10:29:56 -0600 Subject : Here's to furry friends. Lt. B'elanna Torres struggled mentally from within her semi-comatose state. "Tom!" She could feel a dark mirth surrounding her in the blackness; a kind of mocking energy engulfing her spirit, seeking to dominate her will. Feelings. Dark, negative, hopeless feelings saturated her thoughts looking to seek entrance. Tom was dead, it said.You can't save him, it's hopeless, it said. You're all dead. Each revelation and thought pressed into her mind was leaden on her heart, threatening to pull her down into the morass of surrender. "Nooooooo!" With renewed vigor, she struggled yet harder, unwilling to believe and unable to give up.The fury in her hearts rose up and she fought a struggle in her mind that no one could see; no one could help her with. ----------------------------------------------------- Not long before, Lt. Torres had been enjoying a break with Lt.Tom Paris. "Ugh. I just can't wake up today!" Tom groaned. "You seemed pretty wide awake last night," B'elanna said with a wink. "With all that coffee you're drinking, I'm surprised you're not doing laps on deck." "So how come you're so awake this morning? As I recall, you were up just as late as I was. Here, have a taste of this." Tom handed the coffee cup to B'elanna who took a small sip and then grimaced. "This is ice cold! I can't see how you can drink it like this, even as desperate for caffeine as you are." B'elanna swooped up from her chair and headed towards the replicator, the day's tasks at hand starting to whir through her head. "I think what you really need," mused B'elanna, "is a Rakta..." The thump behind her stopped her midsentence. B'elanna spun around to see Tom lying on the floor in a slump. "Tom!" But by then, the waves of darkness were already washing over her conscious, taking her down to it's murky depths with B'elanna kicking and screaming all the way. ************************************** FROM: 'patti keiper' SUBJECT: Widened view... Date: Wed Feb 16 02:46:16 am CST Shipwide, the computer com came online.. #Level Two self diagnostic anomaly. Internal sensor grid is offline on decks four through seven# The young ensign, paused with her security team and spoke into her combadge, =^=Captain, there may be crew members in those blind areas. Should we break the current search pattern to check it out?=^= Janeway didn't look up, still awaiting a reaction from the Trill beneath her hands. She nodded to Seven to acknowledge her so she could focus on Dax's condition uninterrupted. Seven tapped her badge, =^=Ensign, the captain agrees with your plan. Please proceed.=^= ---------------------------------------------------- Efficiently, the young ensign and her team made their way into the blanketed section of the ship. Their tricorders were unreliable due to the tachyon decay interference but their communicators were uneffected. They still kept constant contact with the main computer. Ahead was the darkened mess hall. An odor of spilled food and drink assailed their noses as they crept inside.. Flashlight beams revealed two forms stretched out onto the floor. It was Paris and B'Elanna, seemingly unconscious. The team hurried to their aid...... ************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: Widened view..... Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 15:45:41 -0600 Jadzia floated in a haze. Darkness reigned and stretched out into eternity. She wondered briefly about where she was. Slowly, a sickening evil crept up on her. Warning messages flashed in her brain and sent signals to the non-existent parts of her being. Dax opened her eyes, looking around her curiously. She was lying on her back in the ready room with the Captain now standing over her. Another woman, bio-electrical equipment visible on her hands and face stood behind the brown hair Captain. "What happened?" Dax asked, struggling into a sitting position. ------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Enter pure evil...... Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 01:34:31 CST The ensigns' acknowledgement of her search order had barely died when Janeway felt Dax shift under her hand. The pulse she was monitoring suddenly increased. "Easy" she said as she looked down and put an encouraging expression on her face. Seven beside her knelt to offer assistance if it was needed. The young Trill opened her eyes and spoke, "What happened?" Dax asked, struggling into a sitting position. > ........Seven's biogenic arm that had expertly blocked the blow from hitting Janeway's head. She effectively pinned Dax's other arm and held her by both wrists, face to face. Kathryn flinched, momentarily startled by the attack. "Whoa! It's all right. We won't hurt you! Can you hear me?" She brought up a medical scanner probe to Dax's torso. ************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Going places... *enter Patti's second character* Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 03:40:56 CST Data's Spot was in a hurry... One minute he was about to sink his feline teeth into his master's formula number 18 cat supplement, the next, he was floundering neck deep in laundry with a strange being named Neelix trying to chase him down the corridor, spewing endearments. Suddenly, the red tom stopped in his tracks, every instinct aflame. His hackles went up. Something was very wrong. The subliminal awareness he always carried about the Enterprise had ... changed.. The all pervasive propulsion vibrations he associated with home were gone. An alien thrum had taken its place. Spot hissed. This was not his ship!! Even the smells were foreign. He shot into the nearby mess hall where he found the scent of two humans inside. A Klingon and a human. At last! Familiar scents! They were... on the floor? Spot catshrugged. ::Approachable then.:: he reasoned. Comfort was comfort and quietly positioned people were no strange exception. Spot was frequently motionless himself. He darted to their sides and curled up under the Klingon woman's chin, purring loudly... B'Elanna moaned but Spot only pressed nearer, heedless of her semi-conscious state. He only desired her fixing his problem. NOW. He paced back and forth and finally batted her nose with a full complement of claws. *********************************** From: Valentine Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Scratched by a Spot! Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2000 07:46:18 -0800 (PST) The oppressive darkness around B'Elanna threatened to wash her will away. *Wouldn't it be easier to surrender?* the othermind whispered. *You can't hold out much more from me*. Shock! Something brushed against her face, and B'Elanna moaned. The othermind seemed to waver for a moment and B'Elanna didn't waste a moment to renew her struggle against her invisible mental bonds. It was working! The othermind sensing the possible loss of it's prey pressed in harder on her, now worse than before. It squeezed against her and she could feel the barriers of her mind cracking against the strain. AAHHH!!! Pain scratched against B'Elanna's face and she screamed and sat bolt upright. "Aarrrghhhh!" She opened her eyes to see a cat jump back from her body and hiss at her, it's ears flattened back against it's sleek skull. "Spot. Spot?" B'elanna sighed in relief and called the cat to her. "It's okay Spot, I didn't mean to scare you." She coaxed the cat back with a soothing voice and Spot sensing that all was well, glided back towards her in the sinuous way that only cats can - especially when they're looking for affection. "You sure gave me a scare scratching me like that," B'Elanna said, touching her tender nose, "but this time I can forgive you." Spot arched his back against B'Elanna's other hand and glided away from her towards another, inert, body lying close by. "Tom!" ... *********************************** Post created via MSN messenger from "elena beltran" IN TANDEM communication WITH "patti keiper" Subject: Covergence... Date: Tues Feb 22 03:09:56 PMCST In the darkened, eerily red lit captain's lounge, the Trill tried to focus. Dax looked at the strange woman behind the captain. The bioelectrical equipment on the blond woman's face reminded her of borg implants for some reason. Confused, Dax tried to recall what the captain had just asked her. Janeway set down the med tricorder,.. "Lt., can you understand what I am saying?" Frowning at the two women before her, Dax nodded once, and tried to sit up better. "Yeah, I'm fine what happened?" Dax asked as she moved to stand. Seven let the woman go . She seemed calm enough now. Kathryn answered her, carefully studying her face. "You collasped in front of my security officer here and we don't know why. He's fine, just unconscious because of the tachyon emmissions that were present earlier." Dax looked back down at the vulcan on the floor. A dark expression flitted over her face. It was gone quickly, though Seven gave her an odd look. The captain missed it entirely, "I think we should all get to sickbay. The doctor needs to examine us all. Something unusual is happening and it...."She broke off as the ship shook beneath their feet,.. "That's a new developement." she said. Then, ironically, a normal computer tone sounded and announced, #Site to site transportation has been restored. Repairs to central internal sensor array is complete.# Seven wasted no time. "Computer, lock onto Lieutenant Tuvok and beam him directly to sickbay." The vulcan shimmered into sparkles. The doctor came online, =^=I have Mr. Tuvok. He'll be awake within moments. How's our other patient?=^= The captain tapped her combadge, "She's seems recovered for the most part. Problem on your end?" =^=Not from these readings. I trust you'll be visiting sickbay soon?=^= She grinned, "Count on it. But I've a situation up here that warrants attention first." The deck trembled again. "Feel that?" the captain asked the hologram. The doctor was wry, "Not one of our usual bumps I take it." "Not exactly. We're on our way to investigate. Oh, and stand by for further casualties. I'm sending them to you via tandem transporter beam. Number, unknown." =^=Standing by=^= came the reply. Kathryn grinned sardonically, "Well, at least some systems are functioning perfectly.Computer assess ship damage and injury. Beam any effected crew members to sickbay. Any able bodied crew, report to me directly. Code Pi Alpha Three." The computer net warbled. #Command code verified. Ship's status to follow.# The deck rocked again, more forcefully. Seven raised both eyebrows in alarm. "We should return to the bridge." The captain echoed her thoughts and needed no urging. "Agreed, " she addressed Dax. "Feeling well enough to help us out?" Dax nodded. Janeway motioned the three of them to the doors. "Good." the captain sighed. "I need all the help I can find to get to the bottom of all this. But first, have you ever heard of a being called Q........?" The deck doors hissed shut on Dax's answer. --------------------------------------------- In the mess hall..... "Tom!" B'Elanna cried. At that moment, the two ensigns came from out of the dark tricorders drawn. They had just entered the hall. The first one spoke, "Are you all right?" She knelt down by her side. The other woman moved to check out Tom Paris. "He's alive." she finally announced. B'Elanna sighed in relief, shifting to see him better. "Also there's no one else here. Just the four of us and..... one other non human lifesign." Alarmed, second ensign rose and nearly tripped over Spot who appeared out of nowhere to leap into B'Elanna's lap. Startled, the ensign drew her phaser. B'Elanna shouted, "Don't shoot! This is the Enterprise Data's cat! He's harmless. I just seem to.... remember him... from their archive records." she broke off, confused by her own admission? ::How in the world did I know that?:: she thought. The ensign obeyed her superior and slowly put the weapon away. Spot meowed loudly, desperately trying to push himself into B'Elanna's face, trying to hide. He was frightened and was in no way inclined to leave her any time soon. Just then, they all heard the captain come online over their combadges and the ship's intercom, =^=Computer assess ship damage and injury. Beam any effected crew members to sickbay. Any able bodied crew, report to me directly.=^= Tom Paris' still form sparkled into light flecks and disappeared. The first uneasy ensign motioned, "We've got to go. Y-You heard the captain. Lieutenant Torres, are you all right to come with us? She'll be glad to hear you've been found." B'Elanna shook off the last vestige of the strange dark pall and regained her feet. She watched Spot begin to do his best weaving, in and out of her legs. She noticed he was reluctant to lose contact with her even for a moment. "Let's go, if this lighting is any indication, it'll be HOURS before my ship is functioning again." she grumbled. ----------------------------------------------- From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] K'Ehleyr reporting in Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 13:17:40 -0600 The blade decended, the pain ripping through her like nothing she had ever felt before. Then, darkness. Nothing. A void surrounded her. 'Is that even possible?' she thought. The darkness began to take shape and she could feel herself being propelled through it, but to where? She felt herself unceremoniously dumped on a hard surface, but did not feel the pain she expected to from her wound. She felt cautiously; it was gone, she was healed. Lights flickered around her, drawing her attention to he rsurroundings. She appeared to be in standard issue Starfleet quarters, but they were different from what she last remembered. A glance to the side showed a glass table fully intact - definitely not the same place she left. Where was she? Where was Duras? Where was her son? ******************************************* This is the end of Recap TWO B -02-23-2K Patti the moderator...... *smirk* ;) WEEK THREE [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 02- 24-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ******************************************* From: Valentine Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] On the Way, Captain! Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 08:45:32 -0800 (PST) Lt. Torres, two ensigns, and an orange striped cat headed in double time to meet their captain. It was hard not to stop and check out the prone bodies on the floor of the hallway, but within seconds many of them started to flicker and then the disappear as they were transported to the sick bay. "The Doctor will certainly have his holographic hands full!" she stated wryly. But would he be able to revive anyone, specifically Tom? ::No, no time to think of that.::She forced herself to turn her thoughts to the duties at hand. ::I've got to figure out who's been screwing around with this ship! Just wait until I get my hands on...:: But just whom, or what, was it that she wanted to get her hands on anyway? Her anger renewed the pace of her step and she fairly flew towards her Captain's position with the two ensigns in tow. ^^Captain, Lt. Torres on her way^^ she comm'ed ahead. ^^What the hell's happened here?^^ Spot trotted as closely behind her as he could, but he was of two minds. :: Have to stay with this almost-human and protect her. But the not-right thrum on this ship is getting stronger...:: Spot mewled and jumped at B'Elanna's ankle. *************************************** From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] K'Ehleyr goes a wandering Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 12:23:09 -0600 She did not like this feeling of unknown. She needed to find her son; if Duras had tried to attack her, surely he would go after her son next. "Computer, locate Alexander, son of ambassador K'Ehleyr," she ordered, slowly climbing to her feet. #No such identity found# the computer responded. Oh no! Was she too late? If Duras had harmed her son, he would pay with his very life. One person would know for certain. "Computer, locate Lt. Worf." #No such identity found# the computer repeated. She tried several more names of crew members she had met in passing, none of which the computer could find. She had to at least get her bearings. "Computer, identify ship's location." #Sector 054891, Delta Quadrant# "What?!?" The way the lights still flickered, she doubted its accuracy, but she still had nothing else to go on. The only way to truly discover where she was and what was going on would be to investigate for herself. She walked to the door that she assumed led to one of the ship's corridors, and after a brief hesitation, it opened. 'Something is wrong,' the thought returned to her as she took a glance in either direction. She was aboard a starship, the windows in the room and the general structure of things had confirmed that much, but it was definitely not the Enterprise. A small noise down the hall caught her heightened Klingon attention. She knew she could not trust anything at this point, and there was no way she was going to venture out unarmed.She looked to the glass table with a wry smile."Another one gone," she sighed as her fist went through it with ease. She tore a piece of cloth from the nearby couch and wrapped it around one of the larger shards as a grip. Now sufficiently armed, she stepped out into the corridor. *************************************** FROM: 'patti keiper' Subject: Juxtaposition Date : Thurs Feb 24 03:12:19 PM CST Spot kept his claws retracted even as he leaped.... Then, he hung onto B'Elanna's ankle until his weight got her attention and dragged her to a halt. "Listen, cat. I don't have time for this!" B'Elanna exclaimed. Her need to get to answers was overwhelming and she almost kicked him free. Jumping back, Spot only yowled louder and batted at his own ears. ::The thrumming wrongness hurts! She must hear it:: he thought. Before anything else happened, another form materialized just out of clear eye range from the darkness. Startled, Spot flattened his ears and crouched, positioning himself in front of Torres. This new scent was angry.. and ...Klingon! The two ensigns drew their phasers, "Halt!" one of them warned. "Come out where I can see you!" K'Ehleyr stepped foward towards B'Elanna and Spot, the glass shard in her hand glinting in the half light. ----------------------------------------------------- On the bridge--------- Seven, Dax and the captain were hard at work. It didn't take a genius to learn that most of the ship's systems were either offline or partially functional. But, thankfully, the main computer core was intact. All that remained was to reboot the entire network. Once that happened , ship's functions would be fully restored. ::And the lights:: Kathryn smirked. ::Darker than pitch in here:: Janeway heard an incoming hail and looked up from the panel she was disassembling by the conn. She shifted off of her knees to her feet as the message relayed. =^=Lt. Torres to the captain. What the h@ll is happening to my ship?=^= Kathryn grinned, ::Good old B'Elanna. Your anger's just the thing we'll need. I can't make head nor tails of these last remaining computer lockups :: Mainframe had failed to give her its damage report but she managed to find out that eleven crewman had been evac'ed to sickbay successfully. Of the other ninety six crew, there was no sign at all. Janeway swallowed hard and vowed to herself that she'd find them soon. Where ever they were. And bring them back home.. The captain turned to see Dax running a diagnostic at the science station. She spoke to the young woman who was still pale and drawn looking, "Did you find anything more specific about Seven's discovery in astrometrics? That cloud out there can't be natural. I've never seen readings like these before. All the neighboring stars are redshifted, as if they're being "stretched" in some way out of our time frame. The tachyon field is definitely emanating from that nebula." Dax concurred, "It's also responsible for the gravity waves we've been feeling." "Any damage being done to the hull or shields?" Kathryn asked. Seven interceded, "None. However, there's a new development. I am reading several temporal signatures coming from crewman who appear to be on their way here. They are not from Voyager." Janeway's eyes widened, " You mean like Dax here? Pulled from their own time and place.?" "Yes." The borg nodded, "I believe so." Kathryn wondered, "Who are they?" Dax drew her lips into a thin line, " We'll find out soon enough. You've ordered them to report." -------------------------------------------------- From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Return of Q! Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 16:31:46 -0600 Q materialized on the lowermost deck of Voyager's saucer section. He collapsed on the ground from the effort. "Damn!" he said aloud. Q used all his strength to change his appearance to that of a normal Starfleet crew member, using the latest Starfleet design from DS9. 'Can't be five years behind the times,' he thought. He rose to his feet and stumbled to a control panel in the deserted corridor, tampering with the controls. He then staggered to the now unsealed doors to a rarely used part of the ship, located on the underside of voyager: The Captain's Yacht. "How fitting!" Q said aloud as he stumbled into the automated bridge, collapsing in the captain's seat. "Computer, activate shields around Captain's yacht, to these specifics." "Unable to comply. Action would result in substantial harm to Voy-" "Override." Q changed his voice to match that of Janeway's. "Yacht powering up," the computer replied, "Three seconds until impact." Q smiled. He so enjoyed making things difficult for Kathryn. 'Besides,' he thought, 'She never uses this vessel anyway.' Warning klaxons screamed on the bridge of Voyager as the ship was rocked. On the outside of the ship, the shields around the Captain's Yacht flared into existence, pushing the smaller vessel away from Voyager and tearing the moorings and clamps off the ship, exposing Voyager to a variety of hull breaches in seconds. "Nothing like sloppy seconds!" Q grinned. He maneuvered the ship a safe distance away from Voyager, cursing the primitive mode of transportation all the while. Q could already feel his powers growing, now that he was away from the temporal distortion of the ship. Q opened a channel to Voyager. ------------------------------------------------- From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] Juxtaposition.... Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 18:06:46 -0600 The Captain's voice startled Dax. "Did you find anything more specific about Seven's discovery in astrometry? That cloud out there can't be natural. I've never seen readings like these before. All the neighboring stars are red shifted, as if they're being "stretched" in some way out of our time frame. The tachyon field is definitely emanating from that nebula." Quickly switching the computer display in front of her to another screen Dax nodded. "It's also responsible for the gravity waves we've been feeling." The trill said. "Any damage being done to the hull or shields?" Kathryn asked. "None. However, there's a new development. I am reading several temporal signatures coming from crewman who appear to be on their way here. They are not from Voyager." The half-borg replied before Dax had a chance to think of a plausible reply. The Captain's eyes widened, " You mean like Dax here? Pulled from their own time and place.?" "Yes." The other woman nodded. "I believe so." The light brown hair captain wondered aloud about who the mysterious crewmen could be. Dax hid a small smile and schooled her face into a neutral expression. Then she said, " We'll find out soon enough. You ordered them to report." ************************************ Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 22:28:36 -0000 From: "Anne Johnson" Subject: A ship arrives A ship suddenly appears on screen. It is badly damaged. It looks like no one has surrvived. Suddenly, a woman appears on screen. She has a small cut on her forehead, but doesn't look badly injured beyond that. =^=This is Counseler Deanna Troi. I am asking for assistance from your ship. I am the only surrvivor of this ship. If you do not help me, I shall surely die.=^= Her face is pleading for help as sparks shoot from broken cords above her. Behind her, crew members can be seen lying dead. Whatever did this intended to kill every living thing. ******************************* From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] New Ship Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 07:38:47 -0600 Q watched the new ship drop out of warp nearly on top of the yacht and voyager. He quickly scanned the ship and his grin dropped off his face. He manuvered around Voyager placed it between his ship and the newcoming ship.His ship was momentarily caught in Voyager's temporal wake and Q grimaced. If his suspicions were right about what caused the damage on the new ship, he knew Voyager was in over its head. Q continued Hailing Voyager. ******************************************* From: Valentine Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The Kinmeeting Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 09:39:44 -0800 (PST) ::Who the H*ll is that?:: B'Elanna instinctively reached for her phaser and brought it quickly to hand. "Drop it NOW!!!" she commanded the tall approaching form, "and put your hands where I can see them!" Spot jumped forward and hissed and then... cocked his head at the approaching figure. His whole stance seemed to relax just a fraction into one of undecided curiosity. The ensigns readied themselves as the figure slowly stepped in to the light... ******************************************** From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] The Kinmeeting Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 13:29:31 -0600 K'Ehleyr could feel the edge of the glass cutting through the fabric as she tightened her grip. They were getting closer. There was at least three of them, she could tell that much from the sound of their footsteps. She turned the corner and found two ensigns, or at least what she assumed were ensigns (their uniforms looked different than she remembered the Enterprise crew wearing), armed and ready, standing before a vauguely familiar face. "Drop it now!" She didn't know who said it, but it didn't matter. She was in a strange place, surrounded by who knows what, and two little p'togs had the audacity to hold phasers on her and order her around. Before they even knew what hit them, she leapt forward and took them both down to the ground, knocking the phaser out of one of their hands. The other ensign scrambled to get a shot, even at close range, but found a slice across their forearm made that very difficult. The first crewman attempted to go hand-to-hand with the half-Klingon, but soon regretted the decision. A swift kick to the solar plexus, and a fist in the other direction, and both ensigns were down for the count. That left only one obstecle in her way. K'Ehleyr felt rather than saw the other woman lunge at her, and a holler escaped from deep within her throat. A holler she could have sworn was echoed by her attacker. Unlike her previous adversaries, this one had actual strength behind her attacks. Try as she might, K'Ehleyr found she could not throw the other woman off. She whipped herself around and finally found herself face-to-face with the other fighter. Her surprise at what she saw allowed the other woman to get a better grip on her, but even that weakened as recognition flooded over both women's faces. 'It was not possible', she thought. But her, it was her - older, somehow, but her. "'lanna?" she breathed, remembering a friend she had not seen in far too long. "K'?" the Starfleet uniformed officer replied before both nearly collapsed on the floor. ************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject : Hell Hath no fury... Date: Sat Feb 26 03:04:19 PM CST Janeway looked up as a great shudder gripped the bridge. The tremor grew and the deck bucked, throwing everyone to the ground. Her head impacted the floor and split the skin above one eye. Angrily, she wiped away blood.. #Hull breach. Flight deck and decks four through seven.# the computer announced. Janeway shot to her feet, "Computer! Strengthen all available power to the structural integrity field! " #Structural integrity fields initialized four times normal. Hull breaches are fully contained.# Seven finished Janeway's line of thought, "Computer, What is the cause of the hull damage?" #Captain's yacht has launched. Authorization: Janeway, Kathryn, A., commanding.# Janeway paused for a split second, "What the h-? That's impossible. " then...... "Q!" she spat... Seven announced from ops, "He's pulling away... Captain! I'm reading another ship!Bearing full ahead. She's broadcasting a distress call. I can't quite make it out. Lifesigns, one....extremely weak... the rest are dead. She says she's Counselor Deanna Troi of the Enterprise. Shall I beam her to sickbay?" Kathryn staggered to her chair, "No! Keep those shields up! We still don't know the whole situation. I'll not expose anything more to Voyager. We're too badly damaged....Dax, contact Q. I want t-" Ironically, she got her wish. Q's hail cut into the comm system, .... he was requesting a response from Voyager... ::Of all the unremitigating gall.:: Kathryn thought ferociously. "I've had enough for one day already!!" She spoke to the air. "Computer! This is Janeway. Emergency override. Erect a level ten forcefield four meters square on the bridge. Beam EVERYONE not in sickbay here. Implement now. One way or another, things are coming to a head." It only took a moment for the field to "snick" into place. Several crewman began to materialize. #Weapons detected# the computer reported. "Disarm them." Janeway snapped. B'Elanna, K'Ehleyr, Kira,the two ensigns, a security guard, and one very startled cat solidified into being before her. "All right. Just what the h@ll is going on here?!" Janeway didn't even feel her cut anymore. Captain Janeway tapped her combadge to open a channel to both the Captain's yacht and the unknown federation shuttle... She made her message loud and clear.... ------------------------------------------- (attachments) Audio : "Any aggressive action against this ship or its crew, .. will be met with the deadliest force!" ************************************ From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Temporality rears an ugly head... Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2000 01:13:26 PST Time slowed to a crawl. Sensations dimmed to pale shadows of themselves. The viewscreen..... phased.. outside of itself like a mirage. The two ships' images displaying there corkscrewed into a sickening morass. A single line of blood from a cut slowed in its trailing toward its gravity point. Then it flowed not at all. Kathryn gasped. Reality was... altering.. ::Temporal wave!!:: she thought. ::Must... get...clear..:: Q's voice seemed to shatter the chaos. =^=Get out! There's danger.=^= ::Or was she just imagining it?:: came a reply from inside her own head. The thickening "molasses" on the bridge eased long enough for the frozen Seven's suddenly jolted internal nanoprobes to react. On their own, they leaped from her assimilation conduits at her wrist into the foward conn's circuitry. Within moments, they threw the ship into a cold start and the impulse engines slammed into reverse. Voyager limped backwards, away from the nebulous cloud. Simultaneously, a tractor beam shot out and dragged the Counselor's Federation shuttlecraft within it along with the ship. An eternity or perhaps just microseconds past. There was a roar of static, an ungodly thrum that grew... then it receded into the distance. Voyager jerked free. The temporal wave was no more and soon, the stasis had gone with it. Splash! A crimson drop soaked the carpet... For a moment, no one moved. Then everyone began talking all at once. *************************************** From: "Anne Johnson" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Grand Entrance Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 02:53:01 -0000 Deanna stood breathless. She looked around her. People were all looking at her and talking. ::What is with all this chatter? Why doesn't someone come right out and ask me why I'm here?:: She held her hand up to touch her cut. The blood flow had slowed, but she needed medical attention. ************************************ FROM: "matt savelkoul" Via MSN Messenger in TANDEM COMMUNICATION with "patti keiper" Subject : One mess after another... Date : Sun Feb 27th 2000 11:56:09 PM CST ---------------------------------------------- Q continued to hail Voyager. He banged his fist on the console in front of him. Maybe a little telepathy to Kathryn? ::She'll need all the help she can get!:: Q thought.Janeway took in a huge breath, reeling. The effect was gone. She glanced over to Dax who was recovering. Then she heard something... the low thrum was back. Q watched the screen in front of him distort as Voyager passed through another temporal wake. He carefully linked his conscienceness with the bioneural circuitry of the yacht, willing it to move away from the effects of the distortion. He grinned as the maneuvering thrusters of the yacht complied with his thoughts. On Voyager, returning chaos insued..again time ceased but then its stasis retreated to precisely the area around the level ten containment field. Everyone inside of it froze in an electric blue glow. Janeway, Seven, and Dax were uneffected. Kathryn cried out involuntarily. Through a haze, she spoke aloud, .. "What?" There was this whisper in her mind.. Q appeared on screen in front of her. "Kathryn, we need to talk." Feeling her aching head and the blood there, Janeway nodded to Dax to open a channel to the main viewer. "Not now, Q. That shuttle needs us." "You might want to hear what I have to say, Kathryn." Q grinned and glanced around him, "Nice little ship." "My gripe with you will have to wait. First you cripple my ship. Steal my yacht and now all of the sudden you want to be civil? First repair our damage and THEN I'll talk." She stood and met his gaze on an even ground. "You are in no position to make demands, Captain. Cowering with your crew in a little forcefield. How human." Q spat the word out like a slur. In the back of her mind Kathryn grimaced. She had to win him over. "As you can see. I have a little temporal puzzle on my hands, Q. Only some of us are being contained. Return my ship."She fought to keep awake. She felt a weakness that was growing. ::Another wave coming?:: she wondered. "Kathryn," Q intoned, trying a different tactic, "Face it, you need MY help to get out of this mess. Believe me, I did not cause your current predicement." He glanced down at his monitor and typed in a stream of coordinates to Voyager. "Move your ship here. You have 15 seconds before another wave hits." In concert, Q started moving the Captain's Yacht out of the way, instinctively knowing where the distortion would appear. Straightening, Janeway tried again, "Tell me about the federation shuttle, Q. That woman is trapped and hurt. Dax, move to his specified coordinates. I don't like it but we're in no position to argue." Dax complied and Voyager mirrored the yacht's flight plan only a light second behind her. "I can't help you there, Kathryn. The woman aboard the ship is delirous. Serious oxygen deprivation judging by her color." Q grinned, "You'll have to lower your shields to help her, you know." Janeway flared, "You know I can't do that. We'll implode from the breaches! Find me another option , Q!" "Hmm...I did cause those, didn't I? Silly me." He reached to cut communications, "Oh well." Seven, still a little stunned, spoke up. "The shuttle's lifesupport is failing. What he is saying is true." Janeway stood , "All right, Q,.... I'm,.... asking... for your help. Is that what you want to hear? Fine. So... now I am..... asking." Kathryn fought down her anger and spread her hands wide. "You have me over a barrel, Q." "And again, Kathryn, I'm telling you I CAN'T help her. Why do you think I 'borrowed' your Yacht in the first place? I had to get away from the temporal distortions of the Carousel Coordinate. I could have taken a shuttle," Q looked around him at the interior of the Yacht, "but this is so much more grandiose and posh. Plus better defenses." Q stretched languidly. "Troi's your problem now. Third time's a charm, Kate. I didn't bring this person here." The computer warbled #Subspace fluctuation 452 mark 6. Dead ahead.# Janeway grinned.::That's Q's path! Time for a little of his own medicine:: She nodded to Dax making a passing over gesture low in her lap. The Trill was perceptive. She rapidly disengaged the tractor beam on the counselor and shifted it over to Q's yacht. Janeway didn't hide her alarm and sense of urgency. "Dax, reverse course." The captain shouted at the screen. "Q, look out!" The hastily redirected yacht was, thankfully, pushed out of harm's way. Q glanced up in surprise. He wasn't expecting this. Kathryn's eyes glinted brightly. "Didn't see that did you. Now I wonder why not.. Could you be trapped here with us? I think it's about time we start working together , don't you?" "How astute, Kathryn, " he paused, glancing at all the people in the bridge, frozen or otherwise. He even afforded the rigid red tabby a frown. "Can we talk somewhere a little more private? Your ready room, perhaps?" Janeway glanced over to Seven, "Mind the store. I'll be right back.." She bruskly indicated her office door, "You know the way, Q..." "Maybe not Kathryn. I'll stay right where I am, thank you. You can have the Trill pipe me in, of course. I'm not leaving this ship for the life of me." Inwardly, Kathryn worried about the Counselor. If she was "changing color", she was in grave danger. And now Q was tap dancing around like any cornered coyote. It was a pathetically pallid sight. She got angry. "You not going anywhere ,Q." Janeway targeted his port nacelle with a phaser volley and fired. It imploded soundlessly. "Now we're in the same boat... Start talking." -------------------------------------------- Q grimaced as shocks of pain racked his body. He started to black out but retained consciousness long enough to send a mind speak to Janeway. It wouldn't register for her for a minute or so. He slowly sunk under, his mind racked with the pain of the phaser blast, being psychically connected with the ship's bionet.As the disabled Yacht drifted from the blast, venting plasma, another wave hit Voyager, sending the ship back into chaos. Q mused in a haze of shock ::Without my abilities to navigate the sector, Voyager is just as vulnerable as the shuttle decaying near her.:: Voyager's bridge went jet black and filled with smoke.. All of her shields went down. The emergency red lights came on. For a few moments there was silence, then Dax's voice rang out, "I've got a lock on the shuttle and the counselor.. Beaming her aboard. Receiving temporal telemetry from the yacht. He's got trouble there. " Janeway glanced up at the screen.::Same here.:: It was hideously rippling in and out of phase. The pyschic fog lifted in Janeway's mind and revealed a vital piece of information. She stood, mesmorized, taking it all in. Meanwhile, there was no further live communication from the Yacht. It hung lifeless in space. The captain made a decision.She ordered Dax to beat a hasty retreat. Voyager regained normal space... The containment field on the bridge surged into life again. The stasis surrounding it had gone. The crew inside began to stir. The captain closed her eyes, focusing deep within her thoughts, #Kathryn, this area of space is known as the Temporal Carousel Coordinate. If I sent you this, I'm assuming you did something rash, which is why I cannot deliver this in person. The Continuum sent me to unravel the nexus point here, but it is more difficult than I thought. In truth, I've been trapped here for almost a year. As you might have eventually guessed, I lured your ship here to help me, along with these people on your bridge. More are on the way. I hand picked them myself for the skills they bring regarding Temporal Displacement Phenomena. And there are many races that travel through time and spa#.... the mind link abruptly cut off. The captain staggered, suddenly released, and saw the Yacht start to distort on screen, it was being pulled into another tidepool eddy of the Carousel Coordinate."Dax, is the hull holding?! Get those shields back up!" she shouted. "Trying!" The Trill tried. "Keep that tractor lock on Q!" Kathryn ordered. Voyager's engines began to whine..... The connection was suddenly broken. Voyager tilted and righted. When the viewscreen cleared, there was no sign of Q. ::But.... I ... still hear him. In my head..:: Kathryn thought. She closed her eyes......:Q?:: ::Kathryn, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into::. the voice whispered.... Sparkles on the carpet broke her concentration. Troi's still form materialized at her feet. Janeway knelt, feeling for the woman's pulse.. It was a very near thing.... ::Q? Where are you?:: "Dax, get a medikit. We're gonna have to stabilize her first." The Trill complied, and soon, a hypo boosted the counselor's vital signs. Her breathing intensified. And her skin flushed a healthy pink. She would recover . Janeway stood, focusing inward.. Q appeared, flickering onto the bridge, using his last ounce of strength to will himself into the forcefield that protected his corporeal existence from the strain of the Coordinate. Unfortunately, this also left him defenseless. Spot, free from the time effect, leaped at his throat.. Q let out a shriek, leaping to his feet, neatly avoiding the feline's trajectory just in time to look at the viewscreen, his eyes widened as he saw the form of the pilotless Yacht move into view, slamming into the saucer section of Voyager. Seven flew over her board. The tractor beam pulsed and pushed it away with the barest scraping of metal on metal.. It was a very narrow miss. A very satisfied grin on her face, she challenged Q. "Nobody messes with my ship!" But Spot did. Landing hard, he promptly coughed up a hairball. *************************************** From: Cat Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] One mess after another... Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 01:13:44 -0600 >From "Elena Beltran" Via KEYBOARD messenger in Tandem typing with "Cat" Dax turned and watched as the captain's lips moved wordlessly. The Voyager captain seemed to be in a daze. Quickly the trill walked over to the captain and asked her if she was okay. After getting no response for several minutes, Dax came to a decision, and slapped her across the face. "Captain! Snap out of it!" Dax exclaimed. Raising her arm to slap the captain to bring her out of her shock once more, she found her movement blocked. The half-Borg held her wrist firmly in one hand. "Your actions appear ineffective.Allow me," the other woman said and slapped the captain sharply across the face. Kathryn did indeed snap out of it. Q's mind speak had left her completely now. In fact, Q himself, was watching all of this with keen interest. He'd no doubt reply later on. Janeway shook her jaw significantly. "You pack a real punch, Seven. But thanks anyway. Janeway to the EMH. Respond.." =^=Sickbay here. What is the medical emergency?=^= "Is your mobile emitter on line yet? I sent that security guard to implement it two hours ago..." =^=It is. But I haven't finished treating the eleven here yet.=^= "Can't you monitor them from here?" She pointed to the bridge deck. =^=Certainly.=^= came the instant reply. The captain grimaced. She turned off the Bridge containment field from around everyone but Q. "I have a new arrival here. Several in fact. Everyone. Meet the Doctor. Shortly, anyone who wishes to go will be escorted to crew quarters where he will examine you carefully. But first, he will see to this woman on the floor." The EMH materialized with a full medipack. He set to work. Janeway ordered the two security guards to escort everyone to their quarters on deck six. The least effected by the breaches. Sickbay was full already. There was no space for more people. The captain met the temporal crew's eyes. One pair offered displeasure. "Dax." She spoke up, "Escort this young Klingon woman to deck six. Make her comfortable." She would learn the woman's name soon enough. But she had priorities. K'Ehleyr and Dax left the bridge.. She turned back to everyone else, intent to the business at hand. ************************************* From: "E. Beltran" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Dax get's busy... Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 03:53:10 -0600 Dax walked silently to the turbo lift, expecting the tall kligon woman to follow. Once they were both in the lift Dax barked out an order to proceed to deck six. Wondering mildly exactly what the Captain had in mind in order for her to "make her comfortable". The trill could feel the Klingon's eyes on her as they rode the lift down to deck six. Dax sensed that the young Kligon was about to speak several times yet remained quiet through the ride. For the trill's part she schooled her face into passivity and waited in silent amusement for the turbo lift to reach their destination. "Deck Six. Crew Quarters." The computer spoke, answering the trill's silent question as they arrived at their destination. Walking quickly out of the lift as the doors opened Dax led the way down the corridor. The trill hit the door button of the closest cabin and looked in quickly from the doorway to see if it was occupied or not. Seeing that it wasn't she stepped back and motioned the Kligon inside. "These are your temporary quarters. If you require anything further you can ask the computer or one of the commanding officers." With that said she left the Klingon woman standing in the hall outside the cabin speechless. Dax walked quickly back down the hallway and stepped back into the turbo lift, heading back up to the bridge. **************************************** END WEEK THREE RECAP WEEK FOUR [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 02- 29-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ******************************************* From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Let's do the TimeWarp again... Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 13:09:39 -0600 BIC "But aren't you...? A *Starfleet* uniform? How the...?" K'Ehleyr could not seem to form a coherent sentence. She could think of nothing to explain the recent events. One moment she's got a gaping chest wound from a mortal enemy, the next she's on a strange ship in the middle of nowhere, and the next an old friend appears, looking somehow aged and wearing a Federation uniform of all things, and not even a real one at that. It appeared that she was not the only one having trouble talking. "But... You're... I know you're... I saw the file... This isn't possible!" While the two women tried to wrap their minds around the moment, the two ensigns regained their composure and had found their weapons. One held the phaser in a hand wet with blood, but still aimed for the strange intruder. It was obvious that Lt. Torres knew the other woman, but their commander was still not backing down from the fight, still gripping tightly to the wrist holding the glass shard only centimeters from her face. "Put the weapon down," one of the ensigns ordered. "Just how weak has Starfleet become if they have to use phasers against a piece of glass?" K'Ehlyer asked, though no one knew just who exactly she was talking to. >From the smile that followed and the slight lessening of pressure against her, B'Elanna knew her friend meant no harm. "It's okay, " she said, losening her grip and backing away so the other woman could move. "Stand down," she ordered. The two ensigns slowly lowered their weapons, but neither one put them away. K'Ehlyer stood, still wearing that same wry smile."And their even trained..." She seemed to look for something briefly. "But where *do* you keep their leashes?" She lifted an eyebrow as B'Elanna bit back a smile. One of the ensigns noticeably tightened their grip on the phaser as they glared at the intruder. One sharp look from B'Elanna though, and they backed down. She glanced at the shard in the other woman's hand. "Another table?" she laughed, getting a smile and a shrug in return. "How did you get here?" she asked, hoping it might give her a clue as to what was going on on this ship of hers. "That's something I'd like to know myself," K'Ehlyer answered with a sigh. "One moment Duras is coming after me with a very large and very sharp piece of metal, and the next I'm here on this ship. I don't know how, and don't really care that much. I just want to get back to my son, and know that he is safe." B'Elanna looked back and forth, a bit uneasy. "Uh , K, there's something you need to know..." She had no idea how to put this, so she just came out and said it. "Duras succeeded, at least according to the files. You were killed aboard the Enterprise. I think it's been about nine years now, or close to it. As far as anyone back home is concerned, you're dead." K'Ehlyer's face betrayed her emotions as she tried to hide her shock. 'Dead? But...'There were some things she needed to know, some things more important than her own apparent death. "My son, Alexander... If Duras went after me, did he...?" "You're son is alive and fine, or at least he was when we left the Alpha Quadrant," B'Elanna assured her. "Worf claimed his Rite of Vengeance as your mate, and killed Duras. Gowran rules the council and both Alexander and Worf appeared to be fine." The Klingon ambassador let out a breath she had not known she was holding. Her son was safe, that's all that mattered. The rest of the message started to hit home though, and sparked a new series of questions. "Nine years? Alpha Quadrant?" Before she could get any further, or get any answers, the world around her seemed to shimmer blue and she felt the familiar pull of the transporter system. 'Now where were they going?' *********************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] And miles to go........ Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 06:54:22 PST Kathryn looked around her cracked and abused bridge for one long moment before she faced the others. She called down red alert but kept up the shields. The counselor's shuttle was reported snug in the cargo hold by a short sensor tone issued from her comm panel. She also saw that one of the security guards had taken a second turbolift after Dax and K'Ehleyr. No doubt following her orders to keep watch. The turbo doors hissed open once more from back behind but Janeway didn't turn around. She followed Dax's returning position by sound. She addressed Q, "I gather this forcefield's protecting you from what's out there. I hope you don't mind that you're still in it." Q bowed fractionally without a discernable expression. The EMH had ministered to Troi and she was awake, sitting up with his help, but she was still unfocused and silent. The doctor glanced at the captain with a scowl, "Any chance of me attending to you? The scans of these other people are unremarkable." "It can wait, Doctor." He started a barrage.. Janeway compromised, "Twenty minutes?" The EMH harrumphed low in his unreal throat. "Twenty minutes.. no more." He turned back to his patient. Kira's eyes went wide as she realized the truth of her situation. She was really on another ship. Then she noticed Dax across the room. Meanwhile, the two ensigns reported, "Captain, we found the woman you just sent away with Lieutenant Torres in corridor J-12. She was very agitated at the time, armed with a shard of glass...." B'Elanna made a scoffing sound in her throat to protest things. Kathyrn held up a hand for her to hold on a moment. "I know that, ensign. I had the transporter remove their weapons. Yours, too, for that matter." she lectured. The ensign was properly abashed, she stepped back redfaced,."Ahh, yes,.. sorry about that you see,. I-I.." Janeway cut her off, "Time for that later. Take the con. Start plotting us a course that avoids these temporal eddies. Ensign, " she addressed the second woman. "Yes sir?" the other disheveled woman replied. "Work with Seven. I want to map this,.. Carousel Coordinate we've fallen into. See if you can discern any structures or features we could use to reference our position relative to our last known position." "Aye, sir." The woman made her way to ops. The captain walked over to Kira and B'Elanna, "B'Elanna. You and our guest?" she paused on the lack of a name. Torres spoke up, "Major Kira Neyrs, also of DS9, captain." Janeway looked at Dax and was surprised by the lack of recognition on the Trill's part of Kira's identity. ::Curious:: "Please, follow me to the ready room. A briefing of sorts might help all of us cope a little better here." She gestured to the remaining security guard to stay, hooking a thumb over at Q significantly. The burly guard nodded his understanding and took up a place a discreet distance away from him. Q crossed his arms angrily, sorely put out by the shaperone left to watch him. Kathryn rolled her eyes.::This was NOT going to be easy at all:: she thought. Seven was already deep into work; the second ensign backing her up with a data padd analysis. Spot dashed into the ready room doors after Torres's heels, making a wide berth around Janeway as he went. The captain made a grab for the feline to block him, "Oh, no you don't..." But she missed by a mile.... and two inches. ************************************ From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Tuvoks awakening ;-) Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 06:51:57 -0800 (PST) Tuvok awakened in a now crowded sickbay, though he still was a bit groggy and didn`t feel al that well. The EMH so it seemed had it`s hands full with all the crew materialising in sickbay two three at a time now. Most seemed unconscious. He decided to try and sit up as his vital signs seemed ok enough besides he didn`t like lying down with all that was going the ship was in peril and what was the chief of security doing lying around in sickbay watching.. Tuvok found his line of thinking very interestng to say the least. It reminded him of the way he thought when he was much younger. They were so filled with emotions strange but no time to waste now he had to get to the bridge . Then the ship rocked violently once more . =^= Tuvok to captain can i be of assistance, i have just recovered =^= Tuvok *************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] One returned....! Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 07:11:57 PST Janeway smoothly shifted her weight and didn't lose her balance when the ship rolled again. Her thoughts were growing wry.. She was just about to enter the briefing room when her com badge went off.. > >=^=Tuvok to captain. Can I be of assistance, I have just recovered=^= > Her emotions positively bubbled over. She tapped her commbadge and a huge grin broke over Kathryn's face. She said,... "We're Starfleet officers, weird is part of the job!" **************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] And miles to go........ Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 12:41:08 -0600 Dax moved forward onto the bridge as soon as the turbo lift doors opened. She moved to her position at the console behind the captain, maintaining a neutral expression. Her extra errand had not taken long at all. The trill watched as the captain walked over to Kira and B'Elanna, "B'Elanna. You and our guest?" The small klingon spoke up, "Major Kira Neyrs, also of DS9, captain." Dax looked up as the odd looking klingon spoke. The name was familiar, yet the trill could not recall exactly who this Kira Neyrs was. Catching the look that the Captain sent her way out of the corner of her eye she feigned interest in the screen in front of her. She pretended to miss the Captain's reply and order for them to accompany her to the ready room. :This is going to be tricky!: Dax thought as her hands flew briefly on the keyboard checking the status of the ship. ----------------------------------------------- On the upper deck, Captain Janeway laughed. "Sorry Tuvok. Just a bit of quirky humor. It's good to hear your voice again. Report to the bridge ready room and bring any pertinent data regarding the effected crew's conditions, including yours. The Doctor is a bit busy at the moment. He'll be joining us as soon as he can. We've several new visitors now besides this Jadzia Dax.." She sighed dramatically, "Including,..Q." Tuvok chimed in,=^=Is the ship and crew in danger?=^= Janeway was frank, "Aren't we always?" Her laugh hurt her head and she groaned as well. Tuvok lifted her gray mood and dismissed her commnet in four short words, =^=I'm on my way....=^= Satisfied with Tuvok's safe recovery, Janeway set up one last standard conditional command protocol. "Computer," she said to the air. It warbled in response. "Tie in a monitor link to all work stations on Voyager. Keep a running log of activities and pipe them to me directly to any terminal I use. If there are any discrepencies from normal Starfleet protocol or indications of unauthorized use, contact me or Commander Tuvok.. Implement immediately. Likewise, all sensitive computer commands effecting crucial ship functions are to be accepted by Voyager bridge officers only. Including Seven of Nine." #Tandem link has been established. Security level Three initiated.# The captain squared her shoulders and commanded, "Go to surveillance mode Alpha. Mark." ::Whatever's in store for the crew will come:: she thought. ::All I can do is wait and watch...:: She felt far from prepared to meet these "refugees" from her home's quadrant. She didn't know if she could completely trust them even though most of them were Starfleet like herself. Especially this new Klingon passenger. B'Elanna was positively falling over herself coming foward to vouch for this strange woman. It warranted vigilance. Kathryn sighed aloud. Yes. Holding a "briefing" with everyone involved in this whole affair seemed more and more like the right thing to do. All information could be put on the table freely and properly managed from there. Kathryn shrugged inwardly. She figured Q could listen in on the briefing from where he was through her mind. She could still feel him there like an unpleasant chill. Deep in thought, she entered the ready room bulkheads...... Distracted as she was, Kathryn failed to notice that Dax remained behind on the bridge...... ************************************ From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The other shoe....... Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 23:37:41 -0800 (PST) " Captain ?" tuvok replied (he never quite did get janeway's need to make fun of a serious situation) > On the upper deck, Captain Janeway laughed. "Sorry Tuvok. Just a bit of > quirky humor. It's good to hear your voice again. Report to the bridge > ready room and bring any pertinent data regarding the effected crew's > conditions, including yours. The Doctor is a bit busy at the moment. He'll > be joining us as soon as he can. We've several new visitors now besides this > Jadzia Dax.." She sighed dramatically, > "Including,..Q." Tuvok could hear the concern in Janeway's voice and he knew from past experience that when she was making fun of a situation it had to be pretty bad and the data he had thus far gathered seemed to concur with that assumption. Tuvok noticed he didn`t have his tricorder on him anymore and decided to first do some meditation to help free his mind of all the clutter and cobwebs that where still there so he could face the problems ahaid with a clear view. A couple of minutes later he was statisfied and started to make his way to the captain's ready room. His tricorder he found right beside the biobed he had been lying on so he recalled the data he gathered earlier. Small recap was in order as the captain would no doubt expect him to come up with a theory concerning all that was going on. Last memory he had was finding Dax a star fleet officer from DS9 on this ship. furthermore there was the data about the Nebula and the significant loss of crew on the vessel. Yes that would be a good starting point for his investigation. Computer make a list of all crew currently on board with name rank and if available medical status. Acknowledged came the somewhat garbled response.. He could gather from the condition of the ship that it had had quite a beating while he was out. He hoped the captain could shed some light into that affair Computer what is the status of the internal sensor. . by that time he had reached the bridge and raised an eyebrow when he saw the status it was in of course 'q' in some sort of status field was that possible .. hmm... interesting to say the least. One thing did worry him though. He somehow felt that Dax was somehow changed but as his feelings right now were not reliable and illogical probably he dismissed it and continued to the captain's ready room. Tuvok chimed the door expecting a quick reponse to enter . **************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The other shoe.......drops.... Date: Wed, 01 Mar 2000 00:42:55 PST >Tuvok chimed the door expecting a quick response to enter. > The bulkhead doors were set to auto open and slid aside for Tuvok. At the "peace" conference table, he saw the captain seated with Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres to her left. A strange woman sat directly opposite them, a Bajoran with the rank of major insignia on her collar.::One of the Deep Space Station designs:: he noted. The captain also appeared to be injured. ::Superficially:: He hoped. The status bar wrapping above the star field ports was amber lit, signifying that the captain had put the ship's computer on surveillance mode and up-anteed the internal security measures. He demonstrated his approval by raising an eyebrow. Kathryn met his gaze and invited him to be seated with a toss of her head. Tuvok grabbed the nearest available chair to the door and pulled. He was about to sit down with his full weight when Tuvok felt a warm body yowl in protest as he sat. He shot up again, putting a hand quickly to his phaser belt. An ordinary red tabby vacated the chair and padded over to Lieutenant Torres for reassurance.. Both Tuvok's eyebrow's went up this time. "Commander Tuvok." Janeway began. "Glad you came so quickly. We've a lot of ground to cover. But first things first... Tell me what you have discovered about the eleven unconscious crewmen in sickbay.. Does this have anything to do with the tainted coffee I drank earlier?......." ************************************** From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The other shoe.......drops.... Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2000 01:27:01 -0800 (PST) > Both Tuvok's eyebrow's went up this time. > "Commander Tuvok." Janeway began. "Glad you came so quickly. We've a > lot of ground to cover. But first things first... Tell me what you have > discovered about the eleven unconscious crewmen in sickbay.. Does this have > anything to do with the tainted coffee I drank earlier?......." "I cannot yet say for sure if it does i asked the doctor to look into it" Also i have asked the computer to see if it could scan the interior of the ship for the unknown element i found in the coffee. i have transmitted the data to the doctor and from what i have seen while i ws there i think it will be some time before he will be able to comne back with the answers we seek" What i have discovered is an unknown trace element in the form of a small bacteria though i am as of yet uncertain what it`s origins are. Or if it is widespread. Alsio there are offcourse the temporal displacements that could be the cause of many of the problems we are facing. The data i have is in here but as you will see it is far from complete. Tuvok quickly types something on his tricorder. Captain why are we on surveillance mode and are there intruders i should know of? I myself also have a number of unanswered questions, particularly and formost what the role of Q is in all this ? Tuvok ************************************** From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A researching we will go... Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2000 13:16:35 -0600 K'Ehleyr stepped into her new quarters without bothering to thank the trill who showed her there. There was no reason to. Besides, something about that woman just didn't sit right with her Klingon instincts. Then again, she never did quite get along with any form of symbiotic species; never knew which part she was talking to, or if she should say 'they' or 'he and she' or whatever. She paced the room with a sense of unease. Just what kind of captain was running this ship anyway? Certainly wasn't Picard. That woman hadn't even bothered to find out her name, or see what she could offer to the situation. Strange, considering the entire ship seemed to be in some sort of a crisis, and she was randomly beamed to the bridge, supposedly to check in. One would think any able-bodied, or at least partially knowledgable person would be utilized in figuring out just what was going on here. Unless... Unless the captain already knew what was going on and didn't want others to know about it. Maybe that was just her way, or maybe something was up with her. Had she heard the name 'Q'? Worf had told her more than one story about Picard's famed nemisis. If he was involved, chances were things were not as they seemed. Maybe the good captain was working with him? With or without her knowledge? One thing was for certain, K'Ehleyr wanted more information. She glanced around the room and found what she was looking for - a data terminal. "Computer, are data files intact?" #80% of the ships data files are available at this time# "What about the ship's history files and Starfleet personel files?" #92% of these files are available at this time# K'Ehleyr sat down in the chair before the screen, making sure she was nice and comfortable. She had a lot of reading to do. _____________________________________ Some time later, she sat back in the chair with a sigh. She had gone through the ship's mission files, figuring out how they got here, but also realizing that the Captain tended to leave a lot out of the official reports, painting only part of the picture and leaving a lot unexplained. Curious, perhaps it was more than just Q's influence... After that, she looked up the current crew roster, or as updated as it could be considering people were still arriving and leaving at random intervals, then went on to read the overviews of the crew profiles. Again, she was curious about part of the Captain's being off limits. A bit of computer fanangaling later, and she found out a bit more, but some of it was still unaccessible. She got enough information for her needs though, including some interesting pieces on dear old B'Elanna. They had actually let her into Starfleet, then seemed surprised when she left for the Maquis. If only they had known some of the stuff the two half-Klingons had pulled in their 'younger' days. B would probably still be in a brig somewhere in the Alpha quadrant. Of course, so would she. Her curiosity got the better of her, and he looked up information on Worf and Alexander. It was old, but still much more recent than anything she had. To see her son growing up... She shook her head, there would be time enough for that later. For now, she wanted to get to know the ship, in a more hands on sort of way. She knew the captain had sent a guard to watch over the woman who had escorted her (Dax, wasn't it?) and that the guard was probably still standing watch over her door. She smiled. She had taken on two guards with nothing more than a piece of glass, she could more than handle this little annoiance. Plus, as an added benefit, the guard might just have something she needed. ***************************************** From: "Anne Johnson" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Awakening Date: Wed, 01 Mar 2000 23:11:29 -0000 Deanna woke up. She felt a little groggy, but sat up. She looked around at the surroundings. ::I must be on that ship I sent a distress call to. I know this isn't the Enterprise sickbay.:: She stood up, but found out her legs were still shaking from the fight to get off of the Enterprise. *Flashback* "Counselor! Get off of the ship now!!" "I can't Commander Beckard.I need to stay and help fight." "I command you! Leave now and save yourself!!" Deanna was forced into an escape ship. She and a crew of 10 others escaped. All her friends died that day. Now she was truly alone. ----------------------------------------------------- From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The itch that scratches......... Date: Thu, 02 Mar 2000 02:48:08 PST > Deanna woke up. She felt a little groggy, but sat up. She looked >around at the surroundings. >::I must be on that ship I sent a distress call to. I know this isn't >the Enterprise sickbay.:: >She stood up, but found out her legs were still shaking from the >fight to get off of the Enterprise. "Easy there!" said the EMH. "You've been through quite alot. Your on the bridge of the U.S.S. Voyager." The doctor steadied the counselor in a firm grip. He saw her face twist into a ball of emotional pain. She was remembering something.... "Counselor? Are you all right?" At his voice the counselor snapped out of her fugue and began to stream silent tears.. The Doctor slipped into psychiatric mode. He gently guided her into the center seat so she could sit and get off her unsteady legs. "Can you tell me about it?" Troi seemed about to speak when she glanced toward the foward viewscreen and saw Q within his containment field sanctuary.... Her fists began to tightened and an unmistakable emotion filled her eyes.....that of blind fury... "Why wasn't it you who died??!!!" ------------------------------------------------- In the Ready Room Spot unflattened his ears as soon as he danced out of Tuvok's range. He leaned his full weight against B'Elanna's knees under the humans' table, meowing softly to get her attention. He arched his tail and caresses around her ankles lavishly, but the Klingon paid him no mind despite his best efforts. He "listened" for the reason why, arching his whiskers. ::Oh:: he thought.::All the humans are making those noises again between themselves. As long as they do that, I'm going to get nowhere fast. They'll be at it with those glowing, bleeping boxes on the wall displaying the moving colored things soon.:: Sure enough, one part came to life and showed a big cloud with two yellow splotches joined by a blue line. The bigger splotch was soon going to be impacted by one of the green claw marks growing toward it. Spot's skin began to crawl.. As the green mark neared the yellow, an audible thrum grew in volume. ::The wrongness was back again!:: He panicked. The red tabby yowled and shot out from under the table and impacted with the bulkhead doors. They recoiled dutifully and Spot raced out of the room and onto the bridge. The humans kept right on making chatter sounds, unaware of the new change occurring or his abrupt departure from their midst. Q, bored, floated mid air on a pillow of nothing and regarded the cat with mild interest as he performed his flying leap once more at the turbolift doors. Spot didn't even see him as he triggered the turbolift doors. ::Gotta go! Gotta find where it is coming from...OUCH!:: By sheer chance, Spot's free ride ended on deck six.. Here, the thrum was very intense.. and made him pin back his ears and lash his tail violently. A human stood nearby, a red, strong one. "Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty." said the security guard outside K'Ehleyr's quarters. :: The pain is coming from inside that door! Gotta find it and chew it out! Bite! End its life..:: Spot shot through K'Ehleyr's doors in no time. He heard the woman made a short chattering in his direction. But the darkness of the room hid his presence. The spicy scent of klingon kissed his nose and he moved toward the woman reading at the desk........ ::The pain is here!:: Spot crouched into a stalking gait.... orienting, he inched nearer..... *************************************** END WEEK FOUR RECAP 03-02-2K WEEK FOUR-B [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 03-02-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) **************************************** From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] The itch that scratches......... Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2000 11:13:55 -0600 K'Ehleyr's heightened Klingon senses told her an animal was near. A pause, a sniff, and she knew it was that same mangy furball that had been hanging around B'Elanna. Why, in all things great in the universe, would a cat just randomly appear on a ship trapped in Never- Neverland? She remembered the scratches on B's face, and how much she simply hated pets like that in general. She smiled as she casually picked up the data pad next to her. A flip of the wrist, a hiss, a howl, and she had one less annoiance to worry about. Looking around the room for anything sharp, she idly wondered if there really was more than one way to skin a cat, then decided she really did not have time for this.She tossed the unconscious feline in a closet, locking the doors and adding a quick security code for quick measure (the d*mn thing never should have gotten into her quarters in the first place). Satisfied, she continued on her way. ********************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] hi-ho, hi-ho it's off to work we go..... Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2000 11:59:55 -0600 Dax looked up from her station. Everyone on the bridge seemed otherwise engaged in activity. They didn't look like they would miss her anytime soon. The Q entity trapped in the field on the bridge sat idly twiddling his thumbs. At her glance he looked at her and winked knowingly. The trill smirked and guffed lightly, shaking her head as she walked casually over to the turbo lift and entered it. She rode the lift down towards the mess hall. Dax needed lots of tuna fish, and she needed it now. ************************************* From: "Eve Lawless" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] "I expect some answers..." Date: Thu, 02 Mar 2000 13:01:02 CST "Excuse me Captain... I have had about enough of this..." "I have been patiently waiting for an explanation as well as a plan of action" The bajorian flared, she was just getting warmed up. "Thank you for your patience Major Kira, as you can see we have several prob-" "I can see that captain, I have delt with Q and temporal distortions before, I am hardly an ensign. The fact that I am stuck in the delta quadrant is not acceptable to me. I think we need to intereogate the prisoner immediately" Q raised an eyebrow, but did not appear threatened by this turn of events.... As kira was saying this, she noticed out of the cornner of her eye, Lt. Dax slipping into the turbo lift.Kira was momentarily distracted and thought to herself.."I have been trying to get her attention for the last hour and she continues to ignore me, what is she up too?"..... >>>>"As I was saying Major, we have more immediate concerns than your >>>>discomfort<<<<." "What was that" Kira questioned?? (I don't think her lips moved, did they?) Janeway straightened her back as though bracing for what she needed to say next.. ************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] the REAL itch that scratches...... Date: Thu, 02 Mar 2000 12:39:47 PST >She tossed the unconscious feline in a closet, locking >the doors and adding a quick security code for quick measure (the >damn >thing > never should have gotten into her quarters in the first place). > >Satisfied, >she continued on her way. .......towards the cabin door.. when suddenly,.. a low thrumming filled the room. A bright flare erupted from the floor and a great atmospheric wind swept K'Ehleyr's hair wildly.. A temporal gap opened up and swallowed up the very desk where she had been sitting into its neon white fire... The Klingon barely grabbed the wall frame in time when her feet lifted, being drawn towards the vortex hole.. She held on with all of her strength... ::Oh, my.:: She thought.::That little hairball wasn't attacking me after all... It was trying to deal with this vortex thing coming nearer and hurting its ears.:: She admitted she felt the tinest regret at her reaction to Spot's unexpected arrival.. The vortex shrank into itself with a hiss and disappeared. K'Ehleyr crashed to the floor in a heap. She was unharmed.. She rose to her feet and whirled when the alert klaxon sounded overhead.. It was the computer raising the alarm.. #Temporal breach detected. Deck six. Red alert status has been reactivated# ----------------------------------------------------------- In the ready room Janeway whirled from Kira and turned to B'Elanna and Tuvok. "What now?! Tuvok, B'Elanna, you're with me. We're going down there. Major, we can talk on the way.." Everyone followed on her heels to the turbolift.... ***************************************** From: Cat Subject.. Off to work indeed.... Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2000 01:12:35 -0600 This post is a joint effort between Elena at elena@beltran.nu and Cat at cegl0004@tc.umn.edu Q watched as Kathryn and the other crew members walked off the bridge. He listened to the gentle hum of the turbolift, wondering when he would be released from his makeshift prison. To his surprise, the stasis field dropped, joined by a small beep and the computer saying, #Time release activated# 'Curious,' he thought, then chuckled as he remembered the trill's grin before she left the bridge. He glanced around to make sure he had not drawn the attention of any peons left running the ship. Mentally rubbing his hands together, Q began to plot. ________________ K'Ehleyr moved towards the door, knowing the cat would be out of commision for quite some time, especially with no one knowing of its current condition. The security guard barely had time to turn before she grabbed his head in her hands and twisted sharply. She eased his unconscious form into the cabin and gently tossed it into the second closet, again taking security precautions. She walked briskly down the corridor, shifting her new toy in one hand. Glancing down, she saw it had been set at only a mild stun. She laughed, knowing how ineffective that would have been against her. Two keystrokes later, and that problem was remedied. _________________ Dax shifted the small bag in one hand. Several dull clinks could be heard from within. Walking into a small alcove, she took out a can of tuna, a canopener, and a small electric device. After opening the tin can, she placed the small electrical device on the bottom. Gently, she placed the pressure sensitive device on the floor. Continuing along the corridor, the trill looked for other places to place other treats. OOC: <;>>>>< ************************************ From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] another meeting Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 14:54:22 -0600 K'Ehleyr fingered the phaser one last time. It was so small, so easy to conceal.Starfleet was just asking for it when they designed these' she thought wryly, imagining how many times they had been misused. She heard footsteps coming her way, and ducked into one of the many alcoves of the ship. She listened as several passed her by, never even knowing she was there. The next set of footsteps surprised her though. They slowed as they neared her, then seemed to pause slightly ever so close to her. Reaching out, she grabbed the person and tugged them into the alcove with her, covering their mouth so that they couldn't scream. B'Elanna pulled herself out of her friend's grasp, then spun around, ready to attack. It was only as both women assumed defensive positions that they realized just who they were dealing with. "K?" B'Elanna asked, not bothering to hide the surprise in her tone. "What the hell are you doing here?" "I wish I knew," K'Ehleyr replied, letting her guard down a little. "No, not on the ship, but here, in the corridor," B'Elanna corrected. "I thought the captain sent you to quarters." "She did," K'Ehleyr confirmed. "Posted a gaurd and everything - not that he lasted long." "What did you do to him?" "Only what I had to to get out of there," she replied. Seeing the doubting look on her friend's face, she knew she needed to explain. "He's out cold and locked in a closet. There was no way I was going to stay in there after that whirly thing appeared." "After what?" K'Ehleyr sighed. She so didn't want to explain this right now. She just wanted to get as far away from this ship as possible. "I'm just sitting there, reading up on the ship and the crew and such, and out of no where, that damn cat appears. I get it out of my way, only to have some huge vortex thing try to rip me to shreds, right there in the room. I decided there was no way I was staying there, and got out." "And the vortex?" "Gone." "And the cat?" "Knocked out and in a closet." B'Elanna did not know whether to laugh or sigh. "And where are you going now?" "I thought I would go to Engineering to see if I can figure out what's going on with the ship, then to Astrometrics to figure out just where we are." Yup, that sounded believable. Besides, it was even mostly the truth. She needed to figure out where she was and what was happening before she could do anything else. "You can't get in there alone. There's a security lock out - too many random people roaming the ship," B'Elanna warned. "That's where you come in," K'Ehleyr smiled. "I don't know..." the engineer wavered. "Oh come on, 'lanna. You know as well as I do that I can do more good there than just sitting locked up in some room," she tried. "You'd think the captain would utilize every single person with even a basic knowledge of astrophysics to figure this out, instead of locking them away just because she feels like it." She saw one last bit of indecission in her friend's eyes."I can help, and you know it. I'm good, and you know that too." B'Elanna's eyes focused as she reached a decision. "Okay, fine. Stick with me and I'll get you in. Let me know what you need access to I'll see what I can do.Report to me and I'll report to the captain." She grimmaced slightly as she realized the captain would be looking for her soon. Oh well. She was going to be in engineering, where else should the chief engineer be during a shipwide crisis? "One thing," she warned, waiting for the expectant eyebrow. "No more knocking people out or breaking glass surfaces?" K'Ehleyr returned her friend's smile with one of her own. That shouldn't be too much of a problem, at least for now. Depending on how things went though... "Deal," she agreed. ********************************************* From: Valentine Subject: Missing Trills, Klingon Thrills and an Invisible Spot! Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 10:13:44 -0800 (PST) While Captain Janeway and Major Kira debated, Lt. Torres was growing restless. ::The main computer core is intact, although it could use some tweaks... and now isn't a good time to reboot the network...Damn!:: B'Elanna fumed.::Where is that Dax character? I thought she was supposed to have some experience in dealing with anomalies like these in this quadrant?:: B'Elanna glanced up from her boards and saw that the Trill was no where to be found. She rubbed her knee absently. ::And where was that cat, for that matter? A moment before she had hardly been able to pry him off of her leg and now he was gone...:: Her irritation built to a head. ::And the way the captain treated K'Ehlyr! I ID'ed her for Janeway... why the cold shoulder when this Dax was allowed on the bridge at the boards!:: Lt. Torres stood up. "Tuvok, I'm going to check out a few interfaces in the corridor and then see how our Klingon "guest" is doing." Tuvok, already plenty busy with his own duties, acknowledged briefly and Torres exited the bridge towards K'Ehlyr's temporary quarters. ::They're not going to keep K cooped up in that suite for long, twiddling her thumbs like a good girl.:: B'Elanna smirked to herself. ::We need all available hands at ready right now! Including that Trill woman!:: B'Elanna marched at full speed ahead in a thoroughly cranky mood. Although her anger would serve her well in the moments to come, she later would wish she'd have been saving her energy. *************************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Hello, there. then,....into my ship!! Date: Sat, 04 Mar 2000 09:32:25 GMT I woke up in my room, bu everything looked different, maybe that was because everything was nocked over, but the lights looked weird to, =^= 7, are you here?=^= she didn't anser, the lights kept flashing on the walls, I was scared, I stood up and walked over to where my bed was supposed to be, and looked all over, there it was, my Flotter, Neelix had made him special, and he goes everwhere whit me. I walked to the door, and was happy it was working, I looked down the hall and saw nobody around, I was trying to remember the way to the bridge, left or right? I think I'll find a lift. I turned left, seemed safer, the lights were brighter, I don't like the dark. I wlked past open doorways and couldn't find anyone, "hello?" I said, why wuldn't they anser. then the floor shook, and I fell, ....=^= 7! Help. Help!=^= Then she found me! =^= 7 to Naomi. Are you hurt? I am on the bridge. Can you get to me?=^= I was crying. and couldn't talk back.. **************************************** From 'patti keiper' Subject : Some thing wicked this way comes...... Date: Fri.. Mar03 2000 06:07:25 CST Janeway paused briefly on the bridge on her way to the temporal hull alert on deck six. Q was pacing back and forth inside the level ten, bored, but obviously gaining strength..The stance of her posted security guard showed that he was alert to this, she noted gratefully. Then she noticed Dax was gone.. Time for her soon enough.. She addressed her some time benefactor, "Q, care to join us?" Then Kathryn remembered back to their earlier confrontation. "Oh, that's right. You need the field to protect your corporeal existence. What would happen if it went down?" she wondered while she commandeered an extra phaser off of Seven. Q's eyes went wide. His look of concern, however mild said it all. "Oh, well..." The captain turned to Seven. "Stay here. Secure all pertinent systems. " She leaned a little closer, "Are you tracking Dax through the radioactive trace we injected into her system with her stimulant from before?" Seven nodded. "Yes, captain. The human DNA surrounding the symbiont is permanently saturated with the isotope. The symbiont is tracking clearly on ship sensors.. We'll be able to trace her with tricorders as well." "Good, If our Trill friend does anything odd, hail me." Janeway remarked. Seven acknowledged her order with a nod. She tapped her combadge.=^=Computer. Secure the captain's yacht in station keeping on a tractor beam. Transfer all yacht's power to the main deflector dish.Reconfigure to a rotating shield harmonic and implement.=^= ::That'll buy us some time. It'll boost the buffer between us and those waves. Should give Q more freedom soon in a few minutes should that field fail. And I certainly don't want another temporal breach getting through::The move would render the yacht totally nonfunctional due to the irreversible power drain but that was acceptable. The safety of Voyager came first.. And.. she never used that shuttle vehicle anyway.. Too rich for her tastes.. Now.. for her new guests... ::I must get to them as well. Lord knows what they think of me.:: Kira, next to Janeway, looked up, startled, "Captain, did you say something?"But the remark had gone unheard. At the same moment, the sliding doors of the turbolift had shut out Kira's outburst. It had been the Doctor leaving. He had already gone on to sickbay with the Counselor. No doubt he would report if anything was seriously wrong with her.. Janeway herself must've been given a reprieve on her own stopover in sickbay for the moment or she would've heard from the EMH the second he saw her again. She thought of the Klingon woman she summarily had escorted off the bridge. And of Dax and Kira. They did not yet know Q brought them aboard to help. She would tell them. Each one alone. That had been her plan for separating them all. She had hoped speaking one to one would ease the mental consequence of their forced abduction out of the Alpha Quadrant. The captain didn't know how they would react to the possibility of never getting out of the Bermuda triangle maze of the Carousel Coordinate. In fact, she didn't even know how to feel about that little detail herself. She afforded one last glance in Q's direction, then left with Kira,Tuvok and B'Elanna in the turbolift , on their way to the alert on deck six.... Tranversing the corridor, B'Elanna tapped Tuvok on the shoulder while they walked, following the captain.. >Lt. Torres looked up. "Tuvok, I'm going to check out a >few interfaces in the corridor and then see how our >Klingon "guest" is doing." >Tuvok, already plenty busy with his own duties, >acknowledged briefly and Torres exited the bridge (corridor along >a secondary route) >towards K'Ehlyr's temporary quarters. -------------------------------------------- Back on the bridge..... >Q watched as Kathryn and the other crew members walked off the bridge. He >listened to the gentle hum of the turbolift, wondering when he would be >released from his makeshift prison. To his surprise, the stasis field > dropped, joined by a small beep and the computer saying, #Time release >activated# >'Curious,' he thought, then chuckled as he remembered the trill's grin > before she left the bridge. He glanced around to make sure he had not drawn >the attention of any peons left running the ship. >Mentally rubbing his hands together, Q began to plot......... ...... for about two seconds before the overwhelming weakness from being out of the containment field's nuturing protection returned in mass.. Q fell to his knees. ::Ah! Not again.. I felt this coming to get the captain's toy ship! How am I supposed to get anything done now?!:: Q fought to gain any mobility.. But it was long in coming.. Another vortex was on its way.... The security guard was about to hit his combadge to alert Tuvok when Seven held up a hand.. Obediantly, he respected her order and stood down. Seven decided to wait and see what Q would do now that he was once again in his helpless state.... Then a com channel opened... > ^= 7! Help. Help!=^= Seven suddenly knew it was Naomi Wildman, one of the ninety six who had originally been unaccounted for after the emergency tandembeam into the containment field on the bridge.. ::Puzzling how she is here now. Perhaps she can explain:: Seven tapped her own combadge.. > =^= 7 to Naomi. Are you hurt? I am on the bridge. Can >you get to me?=^= She waited for the child's reply.... -------------------------------------------- In the room.... Cautiously, Janeway, Kira and Tuvok entered the quarters tagged with the alert. All of the furniture in the room was piled up against the outer window as if a great suctioning vaacuum had pulled them there to that point along the bulkhead. There was absolutely no sign of rupture on their tricorders.. not even on the molecular level.. And there were familiar stains on a spot on the rug.. Janeway's eyes grew large..::Weren't those like the ones from the ready room floor? Those same stains left behind from her own disgorgement of the poison?:: Tuvok solidified a sudden half memory... "This is living plasma residue. I know where we've seen this before. In your ready room after your rescue. There was one other time, a first time.... two years ago, in the dimension of the ---" A thumping caught their attention, quickly realizing what it was, they quickly freed the trapped guard.. Haltingly, the groggy guard shared his news. "The Klingon newcomer ambushed me and took my phaser. I I'm sorry captain." the man said. Kathryn reassured him. "I've underestimated our guest as well. You're in good company there. First things first..Feel fit to remain on duty?" He nodded. "Good, we're on our way to engineering next." Janeway told him. Tuvok had completed his close scan of the room and was now oriented on a side closet near the bathroom cubicle. Kira knelt by the doors, which slid open under Tuvok's deft fingering. Inside, the red tabby cat lay unconscious... Gently, the Bajoran lifted him out and onto the carpeting... "It's that cat again.." Kathryn wondered, "It's still alive.. Now I wonder why that Klingon put it in here?" At that moment, Spot stirred. His eyes opened a crack and he sneezed. Awareness returned slowly.. then wild panic gripped his heart.. ::The bad thing left happenings in my head. And colors as clear as pictures! From the time not yet ! :: Janeway suddenly stiffened... throwing her head back..::Something is happening to me... What is this?!:: The sensation was not unlike Q's mind speech.. and it was coming from the cat!! ::How?:: Kathryn gasped. The bajoran caught a snatch of that last flashing word, ::How?:: Kira immediately understood what was going on.. It had happened twice before.. She suspected Kathryn was somehow SENDING her thoughts to her.. and now the captain was picking up on the cat's thoughts as-- White hot fire lanced into both of their perceptions.. They were dimly aware of Tuvok rushing toward them in concern.. Kira tried to get to the vulcan with words... but...then-- She and the captain were swept away by the animal's all engulfing future vision..... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: A hideous alien eye with an cross shaped pupil. Staring malevolently... from an insectoid head.. Image: A backward jointed ambulatory insectoid clinging to Voyager's port nacelle above her call letters, uneffected by the cold vacuum of space surrounding it.... Image: The saucer section explodes violently in neon yellow, incandescent fire.... a mortal wound.. ************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] **Linked voices(Borgs')** "We are... doomed." Date: Mon, 06 Mar 2000 00:04:44 CST FROM: "Amiee Jo Fielder" IN TANDEM communication WITH "patti keiper" VIA sitting in the same room.... ;) Seven stood staring at Q, curious as to what his next course of action would be, however she had no wish to carry on a discussion with this highly illogical creature. She calmly watched as he grew from a weakling to a semi mobile being. She scanned her console to see why his personal field had failed, seeing that it had been set on a time release setting, she quickly tried to find out who had done such a thing. "Computer, access file alpha beta three, bridge stations" there was a responsive warble from the computer as it loaded the files to Seven's station. #FILE ALPHA BETA THREE OPEN# it said as it completed it's task. Seven scanned the results, looking for her answer. Not finding one, she quickly tried another means of finding the information she wanted. "Computer, from which station was the time release programmed?" #Science Station Two# ::The symbiont, unusual, why would she, not even a member of the Voyager crew, change a computer program, How did she gain access?:: "Computer, locate Lt. Commander Dax, using the isotope 90 trace" #Lt. Commander Dax is on deck 15, Engineering# ::Engineering, this could present a problem:: she thought. Leaving this dilemma behind, Seven decided to concentrate on a more pressing matter. What was making the crew ill, and what had been in the captain's coffee? Tuvok had said something about a foreign organic material residue being found there. "Computer, Access all files regarding the substance discovered onboard this morning. Corollate and cross-reference findings from sickbay if possible. " #Working# came the reply.. Seven looked up from her work. She remembered the security guard by the view- screen. "Is our "charge" maintaining himself adequately?" The guard had to think a bit on that first. "Do you mean health wise or behavior wise?" He looked askance at Q who was testing out his improving coordination by running short laps around the bridge.. Janeway's jury rig to the ship's integrity field seemed to be protecting Q fairly well she saw. Seven replied, "Behavior pattern. His health is inconsequential." "Oh." he scratched his head. "All right, I guess...." The deck shifted once more under their feet. Even Q was thrown off balance. He flexed a hand and a white light flared, returning him upright. > The security guard was about to hit his combadge to alert Tuvok > when Seven held up a hand.. Obediently, he respected her order >and stood down. Seven decided to wait and see what Q would do now that he was >once again in his normal state.... > Then a com channel opened... >>=^= 7! Help. Help!=^= > Seven suddenly knew it was Naomi Wildman, >one of the ninety six who had originally been unaccounted for after the emergency >tandem beam into the containment field on the bridge.. ::Puzzling how she is here >now. Perhaps she can explain:: >Seven tapped her own combadge.. >> =^= 7 to Naomi. Are you hurt? I am on the bridge. Can >>you get to me?=^= > She waited for the child's reply.... =^=Janeway to Seven. How are things up there?=^= The call distracted her vigilance. But Seven's face also showed her barely disguised annoyance at Q's exercising, she tapped a reply =^=Tolerable. Captain I have discovered another crew member. It is the Wildman child. She may be injured.=^=. The captain briefly thought about that.. and considered. =^=I'll organize a search. You'll head it. But first, we've new developments here. Tuvok, listen to this, too. Some how, Kira Nerys and I have received disturbing imagery,.. from.... the cat." =^=The cat, captain?=^= Seven puzzled. -------------------------------------------------------------------- In the crew quarters, Tuvok raised an eyebrow. Kathryn held up two hands.. "I know, I know it sounds crazy. You just have to believe me on this one. It was a premonition of some kind. I can't explain it. Somehow, I saw Voyager destroyed. By some ....creature. The saucer section had been under attack. But I didn't get a good enough glimpse of it all to be sure......" Tuvok's voice came over the commline, "Seven, anything showing up on ship's sensors?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back on the bridge,.... Seven did a board query, "Negative... However, temporal wave intervals are increasing." Janeway's voice added new insight into Seven's own investigations.=^=We've found a link to the poisoning. The same organic compound found in my ready room exists here on the floor. In the exact place where the temporal vortex manifested. It is reading a strange bacterial signature.. Relaying tricorder data to you.. What do you make of it?=^= Seven read the information that appeared on her screen, and looked up at once. "Captain," Seven checked a few algorithms, "This compound. It is the same as the organic matter found in Fluidic Space.." Janeway looked up quickly in alarm.. =^=I'll get back to you. Keep scanning subspace for temporal wave ruptures.. We might be getting unexpected guests.. The vortex may have been a failed entry point.=^= "Understood." the borg replied. =^= I'm on my way to engineering..=^= And the captain's comm clicked close. Q, for once, appeared to have missed the entire exchange.. or did he? **************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The arrival. Woe to all. Date: Tue, 07 Mar 2000 02:37:28 SCT The other place was shaking. It had felt the child scream. Now! The temporal portal was once again opened, egress possible. Species 8472 stepped a soggy foot onto Voyager's deck. Fluid from the home sea cascaded to the carpeting just outside engineering, leaving plasma puddles on the floor. It found that it was alone. Broadening, the alien reached out.::Senses, I. Other mindsss. Trapped, too, is this, as I :: It swung a great head around the corridor, seeing the ship itself through its skin. The small thing that had carried its thoughts was nearby, already linking itself to the other minds, to the rebel one, and the leader woman. Another of differing energies was watching. That mind, it could not speak to yet. Species 8472 quest for more Other Minds. A cool one and an empathic one touched. ::Vulcan and Betazoid. Strange namings.:: They would serve. There was no more time. The Home was imperiled, dying. It coursed close by a sun, its only harbor within the trap. In pain, 8472 howled. Its' voice belied the meaning of its true purpose, sounding primal and hungry. It needed the small thing again to "talk". It ignored the light and the flimsy fields erected in its path. It advanced, making straight for the small life and the minds it had netted. *************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Here comes trouble... Date: Tue, 07 Mar 2000 20:42:55 CST Seven quickly stepped back from her console, glanced at Q and then back at the security guard. "Do you think you can manage his behavior while I am away?" The guard shrugged his shoulders, seeming to say they didn't really care one way or another. Seven pressed a few buttons and reactivated the force field around Q where he ran, he ran into the field and was very surprised at it's reappearance. Seven turned to the security guard "You are to stay on the bridge no matter what occurs" the security officer snapped to attention and quickly replied "yes sir!" Seven ignored this and quickly entered the turbo lift. "Deck fifteen, engineering" As the turbo lift roared into action, she couldn't help but notice the strong feeling of something amiss as she passed deck eight. "Stop turbo lift" she pressed her hand to her com badge, =^= Seven of Nine to Janeway, I will be temporarily delayed in my arrival to engineering =^= If the captain had responded, seven didn't hear it "Computer, deck eight" As the turbo lift changed directions, she reached for the phaser at her side, and set it to maximum stun. As the lift doors swished open, she secured her immediate surroundings and made a sharp turn to the right, something told her that was the way to go. As she traveled down the corridor, her feeling grew in it's intensity, the curious part, it was her Borg implants that seemed to be responding, not her human scenes. As she came around one curve, she saw it, a Borgs only true "natural" predator, species 8472. Seven stopped dead in her tracks, and in fact took several backwards, this is one creature she had not planned on encountering again, and now she was almost at a loss. =^= Captain, We have visitors =^= As seven finished her statement, she raced around the corner to face her purple nightmare...... **************************************************************************** END WEEK FOUR B RECAP... WEEK FIVE [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 03-09-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) *********************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] 8472 meets an OTHER of THEM Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2000 00:24:37 SCT --As she traveled down the corridor, heer feeling grew in it's intensity, the --curious part, it was her Borg implants that seemed --to be responding, not her human scenes. --Seven stopped dead in her tracks, andd in fact took several backwards, this --is one creature she had not planned on --encountering again, and now she was almost at a loss. --=^= Captain, We have visitors =^= There was a "pulling" in its mind from up ahead, and suddenly, 8472 tasted THEM. It was not strong, and the instinct to blood was not aroused. It paused in its motion. Its other senses told it that here was a corridor where space was leaking inside. Already, the gasses the OTHERS ingested were thinning. 8472 noticed that the energy fields it had passed through were separating this area of hull damage from the rest of the craft. Good, this was shelter. In here, it would not be easily followed. It marked the place in its memory and turned a corner. The scent of THEM hit it in the face. 8472 hissed. An OTHER was there, in the way, laced with the scent of fear. ::A souless one. AHH!:: 8472 crouched protectively. 8472 studied her. ::But she is different.:: She was all flesh covering with few of the mechanized violations that it was taught to belong to THEM. THEIR scent was unmistakably coming from her. 8472 bristled, tensing in warning, but,,,,, THEIR scent was so weak, almost dead. And the OTHER was frozen in place, its covering was growing pale. 8472 straightened up, uncurling. Its eyes narrowed. :: Little provocation comes from ONE so silent.:: it reasoned. The instinct to attack washed away. 8472 focused upward toward the ceiling. The OTHER minds were still linked with the small life and were a beacon, calling to it. But curiosity over the weak state of the "scent" held. 8472 waited for several moments. It pointed at her. And it "reached", ::What is? This is? You scent of THEM. Yet you do not. Where are your OTHERS? You have weaponssss without your scent. To have them is repulsive findingssss to me. Teeth should be your OWN, other-thing.:: 8472 writhed in pain as Home slipped into another rift. The sun was no longer protecting HOME. It must hurry. It turned to the silent OTHER again. ::I seeks the small life with the OTHER mindss. I go.:: Not sure whether or not the OTHER "heard", 8472 jumped abruptly out of the field containing the breached section and was gone in seconds. Only organic puddles from its skin remained behind to show that it had ever had even been there at all. **************************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Ugh! I don't feel so good! Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2000 22:35:04 -0600 Dax walked quickly along the corridor on her way towards the infirmary. Something was itching under her skin and she had a pretty good idea what it was. A tricorder would come in quite handy right now, and the trill was determined to find one. So far Dax had managed to avoid the Voyager crew members as she made her way around the ship. Now, she turned in to a new corridor and increased her pace. Suddenly a blinding agony clutched at her midsection, doubling her over. Before Dax collapsed to the floor she managed to make it into one of the side rooms. It proved to be a small storage area, containers stacked neatly along the walls. The trill huddled on the floor of the storage room, a dull rushing sound flowing though her ears as pain lanced through her head to match that of her stomach. Dax griped her head and bit her lip as what felt like thousands of white hot needles made there way into her synapses. :: NO! I will not be ignored! :: :: STOP THIS! I AM DAX! I WILL NOT LET YOU DO THIS!:: :: BE GONE! You infernal woman! :: The pain in the trill's head slowly receded. Shaking her head slightly Dax sat up and looked around the small room. A grin came to the trill's features as she spotted the very thing she had been looking for. Someone must have left it lying on a storage crate when they had checked supplies. Still a bit shaky Dax picked up the tricorder and checked to see if it still worked. Another grin as the device proved to be working very well. Setting the door to lock it, Dax went to work with the tricorder. She had just too much to do to let a little tracer device stand in her way. **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] With a candle brightly lit.......... Date: Wed, 08 Mar 2000 23:52:24 PST The captain was on deck six walking aftwards toward the nearest turboshaft. She was followed closely by Tuvok and Kira, and the burly security guard, who fanned ahead with a drawn phaser in his hand. Spot was nestled in one of the captain's arms, totally limp and sleepy. Kathryn looked down at him reflexively, checking his consciousness state once again. The security officer spoke without looking up from his tricorder's screen. Tuvok assured her that Spot would survive his injury. Kathryn glanced over at him, "I'm that obvious , huh? I don't know much about felines. Or what is normal with them. I'm more of a dog person." ::I'd give anything to see my Molly again.:: She sighed, "Well,... I think this little guy's at the center of our newest problem. Hate to lose him or his kind of "lead". I never knew cats were telepathic. Or me, for that matter." Tuvok was frank, "They aren't. Nor are you. I am at a loss to say why." Kathryn found it hard to smile at her friend's admission. Usually, such a response from him would be funny. She sighed. It would be a relief to just turn over command to Chakotay and let go for a while to heal and rest. But he was one of the missing... Circumstances all pointed to the fact that it was best if Tuvok stayed in his scientific capacity duties as Chief of Security. He would work more effectively that way. She would stop off in sickbay during a lull and be seen to soon enough. Engineering was her next destination. On her last check, the mainframe had reported that there had been an unwitnessed vortex manifestation on deck eight. Very near an already existing outer hull breach that was reading open to space. The forcefields in the area were holding well. But that little detail hardly made Kathryn feel better. She had sent the two ensigns on to repair the rupture before power was lost in the integrity field manifold network again. She shivered. They were a hairsbreadth away from a catastrophic implosion in that outer section's strut. That would mean the death of them all. She doubted that Q would find that scenario very pleasing. Janeway increased her speed. ::Hmmm:: The captain noticed B'Elanna's absence just after they had gone out into the corridor from K'Ehleyr's quarters. =^= Computer, locate B'Elanna Torres.=^= #Lieutenant Torres is in Engineering. Deck fifteen.# Tuvok agreed with the finding. "She did say she would investigate our Klingon guest. Perhaps she has finished that task and anticipated your arrival there." "Perhaps" the captain replied. Turning to the Bajoran, Kathryn proceeded to tell Kira everything she could about Q's involvement with them all, the Carousel Coordinate trap and why she had handled Kira's arrival in the manner in which she had. Dax's odd behavior cropped up in their conversation. Kira mentioned her side of the story as well. The lack of recognition, the strange behavior.. Janeway was glad she had locked out critical computer functions from all but Voyager bridge crew. The Trill was now a substantiated potential threat. Now with regards to B'Elanna, Janeway would explain to her Maquis crewman, Dax's initial freedom that she had been allowed because of the isotope tag existing in her tissues. The engineer would understand the need for surveillance in such a circumstance and soon, the reason why. # *garbled transmission* ...to engin...# her combadge suddenly spat out. "Seven?" Kathryn asked. "Is that you?" There was no reply. Kathryn wrote it off as another computer glitch. Seven's vitals were normal on her tricorder scan. She appeared to be on her way to engineering as well from Deck Eight. Perhaps she had encountered Naomi Wildman and was effecting rescue of the child. Good, one less problem to deal with. The EMH would care for the little girl with alacrity. The wayward five arrived at engineering and went inside the double doors. Just at their entrance portal, Seven's voice suddenly came in loud and clear. =^=Captain, We have visitors=^= The call was cut off abruptly. Janeway stopped in her tracks, tapping open a channel,.... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- **Attachment: Audio: "Seven, if you can hear me... respond!!" ***************************************************************************** From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] With a candle brightly lit.......... Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2000 05:27:11 -0800 (PST) >=^=Captain, We have visitors=^= The call was cut off abruptly. > Janeway stopped in her tracks, tapping open a channel,.... tuvok reacted instantaniously. =^= Tuvok to security send a team to main engineering possible intruder proceed with caution =^= Captain i suggest we have the feline transport to sickbay right away so we can investigate our newly arived guest. I suggest we keep going on to engineering. Hmmm interesting tuvok mumbled. Tuvok just realized that the cat could not have sent the captaina telepathic message so logically someone or something enabled the cat to do so. And him being a telepath he might be able to trace what or who enabled the cat to do so. There where offcourse a number of possibilities. One being but that was higly unlikely that it was Q but he seemed to be to weak to accomplish such a thing. Species 8472 also telepathic and also has the ability to possibly mimic and or take control of humanoid lifeforms. Another thought occurred to him. Dax the trill woman, her not recognising Kira. But then there was also the unusual cicumstances they were in with the Carousel Coordinate and the inate possibility that the felines apperent gift was caused by the coordinate in some way. So much questions ad so little facts. Could he have laughed he would have. In the meantime the captain had opened a com channel finnally.. tuvok. **************************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] sometimes you just have to stay still for a while... Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2000 09:47:56 -0600 Dax finished her preliminary examination on herself. The tracer proved to be a bit more annoying than she had first thought. Looking around the storage room the trill was happy to find something that would help her. Popping open one ration bottle after another she started draining them quickly to rid herself of the isotope trace. It would take an hour, but in the mean time Dax could still plot her next course of action. One of the images that had seeped through after Jadzia's last surfacing had brought up an interesting predicament. Kira Nyeres was now on board. That meant that Dax would have to be interacting with her soon. The bajoran was no doubt confused at the lack of recognition on Dax's part at their first meeting earlier. That would have to be explained and the trill chuckled as she knew just how to do that... **************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Seven to her rescue..... Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2000 04:51:25 CST > "Seven, can you hear me?.... Respond!!" On Deck Eight.... "Yes, captain. I am here. I have found the Wildman child.." Seven answered as she picked Naomi up into her arms. Naomi was comforted by Seven's protective presence. Seven reported more. "I will bring her to sickbay at once and report to engineering as soon as possible." The captain then asked what Tuvok's intruder call was about. Seven was discreet, "I have a possible identification of the alien aboard. It may be the one in your vision, However, I should attend to the child first." Janeway ordered her to proceed and then report to her position in four minutes. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There were many crew still on the beds in comatose states. Seven carried Naomi to the only empty one. The EMH looked up from his data padd on the Counselor who was resting quietly on a biobed near him. " Seven,.." the doctor began. He recognized Naomi right off and shifted his voice to reflect calming tones, "Well, who do we have here...? " he regarded the little girl. He fixed Seven with a see you over there look, "Why didn't she come earlier with the others?" He scanned Naomi in a preliminary exam. "Unknown. She was outside of her quarters and was injured in the last temporal bombardment. Be on the lookout for a possible intruder. It was encountered on Deck Eight." Seven pushed Naomi into the Doctor's arms. Naomi protested, "Seven I want to stay with you!" The doctor was taken aback. He was forced to drop his tricorder to take her, "Wait!! Can't you tell me more about the int--" "The captain requires my assistance immediately. No doubt you will acquire that information quickly through your link with the computer. I must leave." The borg sharply exited sickbay. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In route to engineering....... Seven hurried down the corridor towards the turbolift. She had her tricorder out on scan for any new developments. She realized that 8472 would not register on any ship's sensor, even on her own borg enhanced tricorder. But, somehow, having it there, active, eased her human-like anxiety. An urgent bleeping on one indicator drew her attention a few meters away from the turbolift. ::Odd. This energy signature isn't Voyager's.:: She knelt and moved an abandoned workman's crate aside from a wall. She smelled biomatter. Proteins. ::Strange:: Then she spotted it. It was a very crude electronic pressure sensitive triggering device covered with what identified as processed fish remains. She was at a loss ::Why? And more importantly, who put this here?:: The tricorder trilled a shrill warning as she drew nearer. It was an explosive device! She backed hastily away and hit her combadge, =^=Computer, scan this device 1.2 meters in front of me and identify. Locate all other coordinates displaying these configurations. Sensor lock them into a stasis field and transport all objects into the captain's yacht 87 meters starboard. Release tractor beam attached to the yacht. Then retract shields to include Voyager only. Implement immediately. Authorization, Seven of Nine,.. Omega 593!" She knew this would work. The stasis field would prevent the devices from going off and putting them in the captain's yacht was just a secondary precaution in case the first measure failed. The device shimmered and disappeared from view. And so did every other one like it.. **************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Otherthing sings. Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000 01:17:51 SCT The captain, the vulcan, the major and the guard all went inside engineering. Janeway set the sleeping cat down on a table console nearest B'Elana's work station. She had already put her tricorder away into her belt by the time everyone had situated themselfes. There was a lot to talk about very soon. It appeared that B'Elana was alone in engineering. She kept looking over a shoulder toward a back alcove nervously. Tuvok had noticed. He asked her if there was a problem. A deep roar cut off his question as 8472 leapt from a shadow and into their midst. Without touching him, it knocked aside the guard's phaser easily. ::OTHER thingsss!! Not hurt theys. AHH! :: It saw the quiet Spot. :: I am no talked. The small life is not now. I needssss.:: It searched around. It's yellow cross pupiled eye landed on the captain. ::Yessss. The leader woman.:: It seized Captain Janeway into its grip, immobilizing her. One thought ruled it. ::Voice I wantssss.:: Faster than anyone's reactions, 8472 spirited her away through the hole it tore effortlessly in the bulkhead. Engineering was left behind. Space was calling to it. 8472 returned to the hulled section on Deck Eight. It stood outside the integrity energy holding back the vacuum. ::Not kill it, no. There not go I. Soonest after, yess.:: The otherthing was in the not now. And the OTHER Minds did not "scent" as pursuing it. Soon, they would come. The otherthing's technology would tell them where their otherthing was. But time was its now. So it placed the human on the deck and began. The engulfing was not easy. Home's distress had shaken its thoughts. Transforming was hard. 8472's body "moulded" around Janeway like ooze. It stretched out over her length until she was encased completely within 8472's matrix. ::Now within, the otherthing will not need its ingested gasses.:: Its life now fed hers completely and vice versa. ::Her shell is core now. Any hurt to I is hurt to otherthing.:: 8472 stood erect once more and stepped through the field into the icy vacuum. It exerted one oriface and expelled the captain's combadge onto the floor and crushed it underfoot. The tricorder met the same fate. 8472 moved many meters deep into the airless corridor and into the sweet pitch night there. It could feel the whole otherthing inside its mantle's hearting layer. She was quiescent, deeply not now, and non-breathing, but fully alive. Her flesh shell was now susceptible to suggestion. 8472's mouth moved. From out of its twisted bug's head, a sound emerged. It spoke with Janeway's voice! "Help me." It made it say. "I am here." ::Wantsss Home!! And warm seas of birth. OTHER Minds help I. Or die!:: Now, the wait began. **************************************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] (unknown) Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000 03:45:03 GMT As 7 placed Naomi in the doctor's arms, Naomi gave a cry of protest, "no 7 I want to stay with you" just as she saw 7 turn around and walk out the door, she fainted again. The doctor placed her on the empty bed and did a few more scans, seeing she was only tired, not hurt at all, her put a blanket over her and let her be. A few minutes later, She sat straight up in the bed and started shouting 7s name, the doctor rused over to comfort her, but Naomi would here none of it. She jumped down from the bed and rushed out the sickbaydoors, down the hall and looked for her friend. Seeing all thoes hurt people in the sickbay had frightened her, and she wanted to get as far away from that icky place as fast as possible. It isn't that she doesn't like the doctor, but all thoes other people were scary. Naomi tried to remember where 7 said she was going, engineering wasn't it? Good place to start looking at any rate. As she ran down the hall to the nearest elevator, she did her best to stay calm, but it wasn't working very good. Just as the lift door opend on the engineering level, Naomi saw a big purple blob move around the corner, and it was carring something? Was it a person? Her heart began to beat faster, and she screamed for 7 to come and save her. The monster ignored her, but the scared feeling would not go away, where was 7?!!? If that was a person that thing was holding, she couldn't recognise who it was, probably a good thing. As Naomi stood there panicking she watched as several people ran after the thing, she would never understand grown ups, why cahse it if it was leaving you alone, then she saw her frind and running like the rest of them, she called out "7, stop wait for me, don't leave me agin!" **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] In the pit.....dark and dreary .... Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 14:29:05 PST It was dark out there. That was all she remembered thinking for a very long time. She tried to speak.::Mouth won't work. Full of cotton.:: Janeway could not see or hear or really move just yet. And there was no air moving in her lungs. She felt a thrill of dread. ::Am I dead again??:: she thought ludicrously. Anger bit down, then fear. At last, blessed memory flooded back. She had just arrived in engineering when she heard a roar and saw a sharp movement to her left. She saw the security guard lunge in her direction and then came a huge blow against her back and shoulders followed by stars, and blackness. And now, ....this. The captain mentally "stretched", testing the extent of her paralysis. In her mind there was playing some dry rasping whispers in the background. She "listened" focusing closer...... Then all of the sudden, she KNEW.. It was there. An 8472. The destroyer of the Borg. She heard it clearly. No, wait, she heard its mind...talking,.. in her voice?! There it was again, repeating two phrases over and over. ::Help me., I am here:: Horrified, she realized that it was baiting crew to come to it. ::No! I won't let you--:: she "yelled." A terrible pressure clamped down on her mind. ::QUIET, Leader Thing.:: came a mental noise so loud that Kathryn felt physical pain. She almost retreated into the darkness again. Fury built up in Janeway. :: I may be restrained in some way right now in a way I don't understand but there is a hole big enough to walk through!!:: Summoning all of her irritation, she violently "pushed" back against the 8472's mental clamp. She felt her tentacle lash out against a wall in a stinging blow... But the pain that time wasn't hers.... **************************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] He's Back!!!! And it's About Time!!!! Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 20:58:37 -0600 Q threw his hands up in disgust, noticing that the bridge was, for the most part, empty, except for the security guard trained on him. It was nice of Dax to have engineered his momentary escape, but Janeway and co. always seemed to be one step ahead of the game. He wondered about that and also worried about the new creature stuck in the co-ordinate with them...and the puzzling loss of his link with Janeway. He could still feel her life presence aboard the ship, but mentally, she was gone. Q knew thathe could feel echos of her previous self but he could not isolate them from the cacophony of minds on the ship...Janeway's mind was unavailable to him... Q reached out an arm hesitatly, feeling the crackle of the air in front of him, signifying the presence of the forcefield. He wiped the sweat from his brow, still momentarily exhausted from running laps around the bridge. He carefully extended his mental facilities, reaching out to the security guard on the bridge. Q found it incrediblly disconcerting that the entire bridge would be empty, devoid of even a skeleton crew when the ship was in a crisis situation. 'Bad judgement on Kate's part, ' Q thought as he brought his hands up, pointing them at the lone guard watching him. The guard fired at the forcefield, disrupting it momentarily, long enough for Q to teleport elsewhere. Q's last command to the guard was to shoot at himself, so as not to raise the alarm. As Q vanished, he saw the phaser beam lance throught the guard, vaporizing him. Q raised his eyebrow in mock indignation, "Serves him right for putting his phaser on vaporize, when he's just guarding little old me." Q found himself in a deserted section of the ship. He crawled into the nearest Jefferies Tube, pulling off the cover and throwing it aside. After a few undignified moments of crawling on his hands and knees, he found the appropriate T junction and removed a section of the panelling. Q knew from his observations on the Bridge that the captain's yacht, more commonly called the Aero-Wing, was drifting in space, powerless. Q knew that transporting off the ship would be detected, and he didn't have the reserves to teleport to his little broken yacht, being cut off from the Continuem, so he decided the quickest least painful way off the ship would be to channel himself through space using Voyager's tractor beam as the conduit. Unfortunatly, that plan wouldn't work... the yacht was outside of tractor range and Q couldn't get through the rotating shild harmonics either. 'It was a stupid idea to draw Voyager here,' Q thought, 'They have less idea going on here than I do.' With that, Q made up his mind and decided to encode himself as a hologram, much like the ship's EMH. He scanned Voyager, looking at where the EMH projectors were located and found just what he was looking for. Q entered the coordinates of the delta flyer and a second later he was projected into the deserted bridge of the ship. Q loved his little AeroWing but thought the Delta Flyer would do in a pinch. "Perfect!" he shouted triumphantly. He looked down and saw he was a little too perfect...having materialized directly into the captain's chair, where his knees should be. He groaned as he forced his molecules to dissassociate themselves from that of the chair as he went from hologram back into his humanoid form and he slowly stepped away from the chair. Q knew, from his observations on the bridge, that 7 of 9 had found Dax's tunacan bombs and transported them to the AeroWing. Q set up an antistasis field around the Delta Flyer, which disrupted the annoying shields around Voyager for Q's metaphysical powers to cooperate. This action did not lower the shields, nor was it detectable, but it was just enough on a metaplane of existance for Q's powers to work...he augmented his powers by quickly tapping into the Delta Flyer's transporter system, masking his trail as he went along. "Make it So," Q said with a grin as he carried out his plan. His mind found the spacial coordinates of each explosive device and he discreetly beamed the devices back into voyager, in a special prearranged pattern, spelling out a giant "Q." Althought this task was very taxing on Q, having not fully recovered from linking his mind with that of the AeroWing, he knew his time in the stasis field on the bridge had rejuvinated his powers. As he continued with the transporting, beaming the devices all around and inside Voyager, he phase shifted their contents, sending them into the subspace plane of existance. By using the transporter at a subspace level, Q was able to bypass the rotating harmonics of Voyager's shields between the Yacht and the ship. If Voyager attempted to go to warp after the explosions were remotely triggered by Dax, it would warp right into the shockwave of the explosions, which would be the equivilant of running directly into a brick wall. Subspace shockwaves do not dissipate after time, rather they come into being and stay that way until something runs into them. Even if Voyager drifted or moved locales before jumping to warp, the shockwave would follow the ship undetected, since the explosion would be linked to Voyager. 'And,' Q surmpised,'The resulting explosion just might open a rift in the Carosel long enough for me to reestablish my link with the Continuem, and get the hell out of Dogde, so to speak.' And now the waiting game begins, he thought. Q established control of the Flyer using Janeway's vocal patterns and sent a narrow phaser blast which opened the shuttle bay doors to space. 'Too bad no one is on the bridge,' he thought, 'They just might have been able to stop me. As he cleared the bay doors, which were exposed to space, he narrowly missed being hit by the other vessels in the bay as they were blown out into space...the other shuttles, and Troi's ship. 'Better not do that again,' he thought. He then fired a phaser blast at Voyager's tractor beam array, shattering it into a million pieces. He then used Janeway's vocal pattern to open a window in the shield harmonics, much like those used for transporting through shields. When Q scanned the window and found it wasn't large enough for the Flyer, he fired a wide spread of phasers . This action caused a feedback loop throughout the shields, effectively shutting them down, exposing Voyager to the full wrath of the Carosel CoOrdinate Q activated the rest of the ship's functions and set a course for tne nearest M class planet. This planet's atmoshpere was full of ionized charged particles, which would sheild the Delta Flyer from Voyager. The intense ionization, a by product of the Carosel CoOrdinate, would also block the transporters. > From what Q knew of the coordinate, this planet might hold the key that he had been searching for...the creators of the coordinate and a way out. Q only hoped he knew how to land the Flyer somewhat softly as the Delta Flyer jumped to warp... ******************************************************* END WEEK FIVE RECAP 03-13-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) WEEK SIX [VOYAGERLIVEACTION] RECAP 03-13-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Womens intuition Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 23:29:04 CST Seven walked into engineering, and saw a room full of stunned individuals. No one in the room seemed to have anything to say. Taking note of the captains absence, Seven stepped closer and asked "What happened?" The mute group snapped out of it one at a time, growing impatient Seven posed her question once again. "What happened?" The young ensign in the group was the first to snap-to, partically by hearing Seven's voice, and partically due to the woman's formidable presence. "A...A, thing just came in here and attacked the captain..." "Where is the "thing" now?" Seven asked, she couldn't keep the alarmed concern out of her voice. "I don't know, it just grabbed the captain and ran off" Frustrated, Seven insisted on gathering as much information from the shocked youngster as possible. "Did you see the direction in which the alien departed?" Receiving no response, she turned her attention to the rest of the group. Getting short in temper, her inquiries grew short as well "Which way did it go?" she said with an exasperated sigh. Seven was growing more and more impatient :: these "humans" shocked state was very inefficient:: and her concern for the captain was growing. Finally, the security officer spoke up "It took her out that door" he said pointing to the door positioned behind and to her left. Seven gave him a look that made it clear she was uncertain whether or not she should listen to the same security officer who had let Kathryn be abducted like she had been. Then, realizing that anything he may have done to 8472 would have been futile. "Thank you" she said and exited through the door he had indicated. Following the invisible trail of her own instincts, Seven made her way slowly down the corridor, never heeding to the thought that if 8472 didn't want to be found, she stood very little chance of securing it's location. The captain was in danger, that was all that mattered, not the rest of the crew, not the ship, not the prisoner still being held on the bridge. Wait, that gave her an idea, she wondered as she kreapt down the corridor... suddenly, another thought occurred to her. Hadn't the captain mentioned something about the cat? Turning on her heels, Seven raced back to engineering, there had to be something, some connection with the feline. She detested felines, although she had never encountered one, the emotional attachments people made with the stupid beasts were illogical to her. She entered engineering once again, ignoring everyone else, she went straight for the sleeping animal, picked him up, and exited once again. She had a hunch... **************************************************************************** From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] tuvok`s pain Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 00:45:00 -0800 (PST) > She entered engineering once again, ignoring everyone else, she went >straight for the sleeping animal, picked him up, and exited once again. She > had a hunch... A sharp pain hit Tuvok mentally as the captain was taken by a member of what appeared to be species 8472, he knew nothing could be done at this point. He hadn`t even entered engineering yet himself when it happened and decided not to interfeer. This may have seen illogical to some but not to tuvok in this case as he knew he was no match for species 8472. What he did manage to do however was to trace the capatain as there there were on her body still traces of the alien bacteria he had uncovered before and he should be able to track it he thought. And he did for a few moments but then the signal was lost. and he had to backtrack to engineering as he suspected he could be more usefull there as he was about to turn a corner when he sensed and heard for that matter someone approach, well approach wasn`t the right word really she almost knockled him over. Tuvok lifted an eyebrow and his voice to get her attention his attention peaked by the cat she was holding as it was his logical cause of action if he could somehow get in touch with the cat or even find some evidence on the cat he could be oone step closer to resolving this interesting situation. "Seven where are you gong in such a hurry " Tuvok **************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Ties that bind -- OTHERTHING sees I Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 13:03:16 SCT -- The pain that came that time was not her own. 8472 howled in protest. ::Otherthing is I. It CANNOT have teeth:: Its cross eye regarded the bruised limb in questionable control. ::What'sit? I is now. I AM. It will cease!!:: The tentacle disobeyed. It twitched and made for the frozen computer panel strip on the wall. Frost crunched at its touch and a klaxon alarm sounded just once from the inset before the rest of 8472 caved it into permanent silence. The bug's head listened and the proboscii "scented" for pursuit. ::OTHER Minds will know!:: Suddenly, the captain did. Everything. She learned through the newly opened link why IT was here and how. She learned of the distressed living ship, HOME and 8472's desire to heal it. She learned of its desire to get help from the OTHER Minds, her crewmates, to get back. The nexus point had swept 8472 out of Fluidic Space into the Carousel Coordinate in a maelstrom. Its alien physionomy prevented it from feeling the absolute bliss of the nexus effect. It was cast out with its ship. Here. Then Janeway learned where she was. Shock pulsed through her. ::NO!:: The "reaching" thought was strong enough to get to Q where he was like a knife stab. 8472 straightened from the remains of the computer panel. ::Yesss, I needsss to "talk" to OTHER Minds, otherthing. You are I. Yours is mine. Shell is core. I/otherthing. No hurting, yesss? I kill not. Lifes are one. I Wantssss HOME and seas. I "senses" otherthing wantsss home like I. And OTHER Minds. Go as one out bad thing, leader-OTHER-Mind, yessss? FreeeEEE!!!:: Understanding washed her being. The captain lost control of the arm. *************************************************************************** From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Where oh where has my little Klingon gone...? Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 11:37:07 -0600 K'Ehleyr was quite thoroughly pleased with herself. With B'Elanna's help, she managed to get into Engineering and get her hands on just about everything she needed. She had hated lying to her friend, until she realized that she hadn't actually been lying. She had been doing research on the problem just like she had said she would, and had even reported some of it back to her fellow Klingon. It's just that she had had an alterior motive in mind when doing it. B'Elanna had warned her when the others were approaching Engineering, giving her more than enough time to slip out of sight. It would look rather bad for the Chief of Engineering to be hanging around with an apparent prisoner, and allowing said prisoner access to many of the ship's vital functions. True, she was actually qualified to run and research most of the facilities on the ship, not that the captain had even bothered to ask, but she still knew how akward it would have seemed for the others to find her there. As she tucked herself into an alcove, she silently thanked her friend, knowing that now they could finally be considered even. How many times did she cover for B when they were younger? Of course, looking at the half-Klingon's record earlier, it seemed it had not been enough for her to stay out of trouble... Anyway, she smiled when she realized which alcove she had 'accidentally' chosen. Grabbing a tool case, she quietly emptied it of its contents and filled it with those of her own. Yup, now she had just about everything she needed. Noises outside her secret place caught her attention, and she peeked around the wall to watch. "Now there's something you don't see everyday," she thought as she saw the good captain apparently swallowed whole by some strange alien lifeform. That gave her all the incentive she needed to hurry up with her plans. She found the access panel to the Jefferies tube behind one of the walls of the alcove, quickly removed it, and slipped inside, careful to pull everything shut behind her. She balanced the case as she made her way through one tub and into another, not wanting to leave her precious cargo behind. Finally, she reached her destination - Astrometrics. A quick scan with a stolen tricorder, and she knew the room was empty. She entered, less catious of the noise she made this time as she crossed to the console. She found what she needed and downloaded it to the small machine in her hand. Then, she found something else. "Oh, this is going to work even better than I thought," she whispered to herself. She loaded the specs of her new findings into the same tricorder, then quickly erased any evidence that she had ever been there. Locating yet another Jefferies tube, she made her way to what she hoped would be her final destination. She stepped out into the cargo bay after scanning it to make sure she would be alone. She walked by several shuttles, one which she vaguely recognized as coming from the Enterprise, though it had apparently been blown nearly to pieces by something. "Ouch," she thought. "I'd hate to have been on that one." She glanced at the handful of other shuttles and goods in the bay until she found what she needed. "Oh yeah, this should be good." Just as she was about to set to work, she remembered Voyager's sensors and how they seemed to pop up at just the wrong time. "I'll fix that." Grabbing one of the personalized transporter location devices from one of the shuttles, she made a few quick adjustments. True, they were only supposed to be used for emergencies, but she was certain this qualified as one. Besides, from her reading earlier, she had discovered they had been used as everything from time-phase-inverters to personal shieldingg devices over the past few years. A few fananglings later, and she strapped the small band around her arm, knowing that it would now be near impossible to detect her. At the very most, she would seem like nothing more than a standard sensor echo, and she would blend seemlessly into her surroundings as long as no one looked at her head-on. Even then, though, she should look like nothing more than a glimmer or a shadow. Her Klingon senses told her to hurry, that something big was going to happen. "Yeah," she thought. "I'm going to get the hell out of here, blast a hole in the space-time continuum itself if needbe." There was no way she wanted to be on this crazy ship, with strange captains, crazed cats, random temporal vortexes, and large unknown aliens. Nope, hiding was her best bet; at least until she could figure a way out. She found the perfect spot and crawled in, gripping tightly to the case she still carried with her. There was no way she was losing that. Before she had time to think about much else, a nearby console flashed to life. "Now what?" she thought, but it took only moments to find out... ************************************************************************* From: "E. Beltran" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Who's on first? Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 12:05:26 -0600 Dax stepped out of the storage room cautiously, after check to see if anyone was in the corridor. The likelihood of that seemed slim now. Something was happening on the ship that had all available crew scrambling to engineering and the bridge. Maybe someone had found her false trail of tuna cans. Checking down the hall quickly Dax saw that one of the cans she had placed there earlier was now gone, though her other "gift" was still hidden nicely under the paneling. The trill had taken more caution setting up the other payloads, it wouldn't do for anyone to find out what she had in mind before her plan was carried through to completion. Hearing someone in the hall behind her Dax ducked into a nearby alcove. A red shirted ensign walked by, one of the two from the bridge earlier. The ensign failed to detect the trill's presence as she walked by, ::Too Bad. :: Dax thought as she stepped out from the alcove behind the ensign. With casual indifference the trill placed both hands on the side of the ensigs head and twisted sharply. A little while latter, clothed in the ensign's uniform and with much shorter hair Dax walked quickly once again back down the hall. Having found that the ensign's phaser was security locked Dax had decided to resort to more primitive defensive weapons. The trill hefted the Batleth easily in one hand, still not completely sure why she had chosen such an odd weapon. She hurried on her way to the shuttle bay intent to get off the floating bomb called Voyager... ------------------------------------------------------ (*attachment*) Audio: Bat'leth (Dax orders up specific measurements for a deadly Klingon Bat'leth from a replicator in a tense, stressed voice.) **************************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: shake, rattle and roll! Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2000 15:51:52 -0600 Dax felt the ship tremble and buck under her as she hurried to the shuttle bay. Out a near by window she could see a flyer speeding away from Voyager. Up ahead crew members were milling around the shuttle bay doors. The bulkheads had fallen into place sealing off one of the shuttle bays. Dax suspected that that was where the flyer had just left from. Picking up her pace Dax's nose twitched, the smell of tuna permiated the corridor. The trill 'ah ha'd' as she suddenly realized just where all the tuna cans she had set around the ship had gone to. ::Idiots!:: Seeing her coming the transporter techs and other low lifes turned towards the trill who was bearing down upon them. Grinning with glee Dax raised the battleth and started swinging. In a matter of minutes the deck was awash with blood and a rather happy Joran stood in the midst of the bodies. "Oh, YES! It's so good to be back!" Joran shouted as he did a little jig. Hefting the batleth onto his shoulder once more Joran Dax walked calmly to the transporter, setting the coordinates and beaming himself into one of the shuttles. Curiosity getting the better of him Joran programmed up the shuttle to follow the flyer's warp signature. Ordering up a raktojario from the replicator Joran sat back as he sipped the odd drink and punched a control to send the shuttle into warp. **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Spot in a hissy fit... Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2000 00:58:53 PST The ship rocked as multiple reactions shook it. Everyone still aboard the severely crippled Voyager felt terrible reverberations through their feet as... BEEP! #Unauthorized launch in progress, main shuttle bay, Delta flier. Environmental containment in the shuttle bay is negative. Massive decompression has initiated.# Tuvok and Seven paused in their conversation. Someone had blown the outer launch doors! Then a more horrifying announcement. #Lifesigns of Security Red Shirt Number One, Science Crewmans One through Nine, have been terminated# "REEEEOOOWWW!!!!!" Spot awoke five times his normal size in buzzing hair and dropped out of Seven's arms to the deck. A low thrumming filled the air. Spot fumed. ::ANOTHER bad thing. Opens near!! Ship WRONG! Sick.. Claws are down. Don't like it, DON'T LIKE IT!!:: He vaguely saw the two persons reach for him. Spot suddenly bolted foward nine feet and halted. Ears twisting at a grated sound. It was a Klaxon intruder alert. It went off only once, distantly. Tuvok noticed, too. And Seven. It was echoed immediately on their combadges. ::Only command crew know how to activate such an alarm.:: Seven mused. Simultaneously, they both knew who had sent it. Spot's world wavered, and he listed as if on catnip. A dreaming filtered into his head. And carried onto Tuvok and Troi and Kira. It was a telepathic sending once again... from IT..... A flame of pain came and went, bringing them to their knees. Then they all knew one bonechilling thought. Their missing captain was unmistakably IT, too. She and IT, somehow, had become just one. **************************************************************************** END WEEK SIX RECAP [voyagerliveaction@onelist.com] WEEK SIX -- PART TWO RECAP 03-15-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: Any port in a storm. IT fixes thing of Otherthing Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2000 23:53:36 SCT The next cycle of time waves was on its way. 8472 could feel it. The battered starship wavered and trembled before the rising surge. Without her shields, she would be as fish in the alligator's mouth. The coordinate was about to erupt once more. In its sheltered hallway, the ether of space began to taste bitter to IT and it grew WARM. Danger! 8472 straightened from its crouch. ::Bad thing will BITE otherthing's home. Needssss SHELL now.:: The captain flashed weakly, ::What?:: Inwardly, IT gave a curiously summoning call. The region around Voyager flamed color and a rift opened up twenty thousand kilometers off of her bow. A huge organic hulk six times the size of the starship emerged, shedding plasma like sheeting seawater. Janeway felt a strange euphoria. ::Reunion! HOME is here. This is ITS ship.:: The oblong vessel split its face into a banana maw and it ATE Voyager, insinuating her deep into its belly hold. And her accompanying debris cloud; the shattered tractor array, bits of hull, the ionized cargo bay door cloud. It ate the infant tiny homes, too, weaving them into the web of light nestling in around Voyager's hull plating. Soon they were back in Voyager's hold among golden filaments. ::The shuttlecrafts!:: the captain wondered. ::They were loose?:: The great maw closed and the shaking of Voyager's decks blissfully ceased. Space around IT and everywhere on Voyager turned peach. The captain stared in wonder through the eyes at the computer panel destroyed by IT previously when she sent out the Klaxon alarm. It MOVED.. The torn edges reformed... reoriented. Its peach light flared too bright to see. Janeway looked away. ::GOOD. Otherthing's home "listens"!:: 8472 crooned. ::Its life "talks" to HOME:: The flaring ended and the captain marveled at the ODN conduit exposed in the shattered computer panel. Something was happening inside a routing bioneural gel pack. Peach fire coursed through it in livid streaks. The blue gel brightened in color and its casing edges moved again. Ragged tears recoagulated and began to merge. 8472 actually "smiled". ::I healsss Otherthing's home. Otherthing will tell OTHER Minds now. All will be as before. Then all Otherthings helpssss I.:: The HOME'S influence completely enveloped Voyager. The peach meld swept deck by deck repairing, nuturing, healing every flaw, every mar. Janeway felt rather than heard the computer speak through the vacuum. #All ships' systems are fully restored.# Green light after green light lit up Janeway's diagnostic vision, showing the completeness of her ship's recovery, except for one area of the ship's lowest deck, a strange Q- shaped area of null scan registering in non color. 8472 shrugged ::Other space is there. I cannot see in.:: Janeway voiced ::Could it be a subspace fluctuation? A leftover eddy from the Coordinate?:: ::I knowssss not:: It did not dawn on the captain the significance of its shape in her mind. For the "Q" shape was reminiscent of the magnetic field patterns common enough on that deck due to interference from the magnetic constrictors of the impulse drive. She filed it for future thought for Tuvok. Her relief was immense and she mentally fell against 8472's mind in a sudden release of strain. ::Thank you so much.:: 8472 wondered ::What'is ? This is?:: IT did not understand Janeway's feeling. The captain "opened" and shared everything she felt about the ship she had commanded since the very first day she stepped aboard Voyager. ::AHHH. Otherthings "bond" like I to homessss.:: IT surmised. The captain "shrugged" as well as she could without control of the shoulders. ::Come on. Let's work to get us BOTH out of this part of space.:: **************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] one on one in the dark.... Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2000 03:09:22 CST Seven stopped suddenly as she nearly ran right into Tuvok, she was relieved to finally meet someone other than herself with a logical train of thought. The feline was still with her. > "Seven where are you going in such a hurry? " Tuvok asked. "Tuvok, I am trying to find the captain, she was captured by, what I have identified as species 8472" Tuvok nodded in agreement, as he had also arrivied at the same conclusion. Suddenly the ship shook violently, the computer came on line. >##Unauthorized launch in progress, main shuttle bay, Delta flier. >Environmental containment in the shuttle bay is negative. >Massive decompression has initiated.# Seven and Tuvok glanced at each other, and she raced to the nearest command panel. Unfortunately, there was nothing that she could do to stop it. It was already done. Thinking quickly, she pressed a series of commands. "The atmospheric leak has been contained. There was severe damage to the bulkheads in the shuttle bay. " She turned back to Tuvok, wondering who could have done this. All computer commands had been restricted to bridge personnel only. That left her, Tuvok and the captain, and B'Elanna able to carry out such a drastic command. >#Lifesigns of Security Red Shirt Number One, Science Crewmans >One through Nine, have been terminated# ::Ten dead lifesigns? How?! They were all in sickbay. Where did these come from?:: Tuvok was carefully silent. But the raised eyebrow gave his thoughts away. > "REEEEOOOWWW!!!!!" Spot yowled. Seven suddenly jumped back as the cat awoke and jumped from her arms. The piercing screech it emitted was only emphasized more by her borg implants. The cat almost seemed to be listening to something. ::What?:: She couldn't know. Both their combadges came to life, sounding out a klaxon alarm. It suddenly stopped. ::Odd, only bridge officers know that internal command. That's the intruder alert code.:: It was obviously enough that neither Tuvok nor herself had activated it. "Computer, where was the origin of the intruder alert?" #Deck Eight, section 15, wall monitor 16# "Tuvok that section is registering open to space. It could be from the captain." Seven said. Without a word needing to be said, she looked at Tuvok and together, as one, they started down the corridor to the turbolift. Tuvok suddenly gasped. Something was happening to him. Seven went to his side and asked, "What is wrong?" He seemed to be in pain and the cat was staggering in place. Reading her tricorder, she tried to find some reading that would explain this event, when it was suddenly over. Tuvok spoke, "I have found the captain and species 8472. Their minds are one." Seven was puzzled by this remark. ::Linked? Telepathically?:: There was no time left, the captain needed assistance. There was a brilliant flare that came from everywhere. A peach glow that permeated everything. The tricorder showed metaphasic organic energy. It grew blinding for a few moments and then faded. They were unharmed. Then the computer announced, >#Ships systems have been fully restored.# This was a mystery that could wait. Seven and Tuvok, not distracted, continued on the route hopefully leading to the captain's signal. The cat followed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They arrived. The tricorder read nothing beyond the thin integrity field that was the only thing keeping them all alive. It was not visible in the dark. >"Help me. I am here." It was very subdued. "Captain?" Seven called out. There was no reply. She turned to Tuvok. "I am getting an environmental suit. Stay here." Tuvok understood her course of action. A few minutes later, Seven was ready. Phaser rifle in hand..... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (*attachments* ) Image : 7of 9 in a space suit. Audio- Seven--"When faced with desperate circumstances, We must adapt." Image-- Seven in the dark in an environmental suit with a glowing phaser rifle..... **************************************************************************** From: "Frederic Hanson" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] I'm coming aboard Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2000 18:45:56 CST Neelix sat up on his Bio-bed, and grogily reached a hand to his throbing head. He looked around at the dozens of unconcious bodies lying around the sick bay. He looked over as he saw the doctor coming towards him. "Ahh, Mr. Neelix, gald to see you have recovered" Neelix looked up at him and weakly smiled, the effort drained him, and caused him to give a slight grimace "Never been better Doc!" he exclaimed, grimacing in pain once again. :: Odd :: he thought :: I don't see a single friendly face, I see all these people every day, but, I couldn't put a name to half these faces :: "Ahm, Doctor?" He said as he moved to the edge of the bed. "Yes, Mr. Neelix?" "Without all the grilsy details, how long have I been here?" The doctor smiled and calmingly replied "A mere seven hours, thirty seven minutes" Neelix struggled to his feet, holding the doctor for additional support, the doctor looked over at the remaining Bio-bed, and suddnely remembered. Still supporting the Talaxian, the doctor relayed the disturbing news. "Neelix, you are friends with Naiomi, correct?" Neelix nods his head, "well, she WAS here" "Wha.. was?.. where is she now?" An extremly troubled moral officer asked. The doctor raised a silencing hand and, in an attempt to comfort him said "She was brought in by Seven, Seven then proceeded to abandon the child here with me, once she snapped out of it, the child then ran out of my sickbay and, she has not been seen since" Neelix didn't even have to think for another moment, he quickly followed in the young girls footsteps and "ran out of sickbay" **************************************************************************** From: "myron ojala" Subject:[voyagerliveaction]Oh, my ears and whiskers!! Date: 17 March 2000 04:33:24 pm CST Dr. Julian Bashir couldn't wait to try out the new holoprogram of Miles O'Brien. He wanted Bashir to wait another day because of a small glitch in the program that kept moving around the the imaging matrix. The eager young doctor decided that he just couldn't wait any longer. He had to try out his friend's new holoprogram now. The grass in the meadow was a lush green color. Julian smiled and thought of the original away mission protrayed here. Julian strolled across the glade around the frozen figure of the youthful Dr. Leonard McCoy just after that officer's encounter with the large white rabbit from that famous shoreleave mission log. He smiled. Julian thought aloud, ::I just might be able to debug this computer glitch myself:: Miles had said that the safety protocols were not effected by the glitch at all. He also said that the problem area would show up as a visually incomplete section of any space within the holoprogram while it was running. ::It would not do to just blunder into it.:: Julian thought. He took out his field tricorder and scanned the area. Nothing seemed to be amiss. He still couldn't detect the problem. ::How do you find something that doesn't show itself? Hmmm. Look for anywhere that isn't already taken by holodata, a blank spot!:: Julian concentrated on his surroundings. ::There!:: He crouched down by a bush. Beneath it was a patch of utter darkness. It appeared to be what should have been a large rabbit hole but he couldn't see into it at all. He wondered if this was O'Brien's mysterious glitch. Julian decided to test a theory. =^=Computer, restart program Through the Looking Glass=^= The sky and meadow shimmered, then reformed. The ground dropped out from under his feet. He was falling! That hole had moved. Wind rushed by his ears and he desperately fumbled with his combadge, =^=Computer, end programmmmmm!!!!=^= He could see nothing but whizzing shadows and frighteningly, no computer voice replied back. Bashir was jolted, landing with a thud onto into the empty hologrid room in near blackness. "Computer, lights!" The lights came on full and revealed a very large holoroom. ::This is odd. I didn't know Quark had this size holosuite open for customers. Oh, well. Time to go.:: That was quite enough for Dr. Julian Bashir for one day. He called for the exit and walked through the doors when they appeared. He had gone down the quiet hallway for a good fifty feet before he realized that something was seriously wrong. He was not where he should be. He called for ops, =^=Bashir to Captain Sisko. Please resond.=^= There was no reply. =^=Bashir to Major Kira. Respond please.=^= ::Curious. Where were they? Was the comm system down?:: Then he tried a different track. =^=Computer, where am I?=^= #You are on board the USS Voyager, Registry NCC 74656, Delta Quandrant.# ::Where was he?! Voyager!:: He remembered seeing her at Deep Space Nine once. Miles was really pulling his leg this time. :: A hidden storyline embedded into the main holoprogramming. Intriguing.:: But he was getting hungry. For lunch. If he didn't get back to Quark's soon, he would be hungry enough to eat fresh gagh! =^=Computer, end program=^= There was no change. Bashir began to feel uneasy. He drew out his tricorder. No comforting holo readings met his examining gaze. ::Oh, my God. This is all real!:: He almost dropped the tricorder. ::Am I really on Voyager?:: ******************************************************* From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Nelix! Youre Here! Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 05:59:49 GMT Naiomi went into her house and went strait for the controll panel. It was quite a mess from the last shaking the ship had gone thorough. Mom wuldnt have liked that. "Naiomi Wildman to 7 of 9, pleas respond. " And she waited. She went into her bedroom which was only kind of messy. But it bothered her to keep it that way so she cleaned up. She made her bed, put all of her toys away oh, no!! Flotter wasnt there. He was in the hallway from before when she fell. She knew she should wait for 7 to call her back but Flotter was first! She ran outside and saw him right away to the left. My Flotter! Neelix had made it special for her. She ran up to him, picked him up and turned right back around to go back to her house. Then she saw him, her funny friend, Nelix! She was very glad to see someone else she knew, since 7 was gone. Nelix Nelix! she said running up to him. "I saw this monster, and it was, carrying, something I, it may have been somebody. 7 hasnt ansered me, she left me with the doctor. I can't find my momy. I'm scared." I knew Nelix could help me. He wuldnt leve me like 7. Now I could get ansers. She gave Nelix a big hug. **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A tiny development..... Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2000 13:20:38 PST Kathryn smiled mentally, she needed no eyes to know that her ship was no longer in crisis. 8472's offer of asylum and its Home's protection was SORELY needed and she felt confident about 8472's intentions. She felt rather then saw the return of the atmosphere into the isolated deck section within the forcefield. The hull breach was gone, as if it had never even existed, leaving fully restored, breathable air around 8472. ::Now.:: she felt it say. Janeway felt a great pressure grip around her body, pushing, and then somehow, It was melting away like hot wax. Her connection with It was suddenly severed and her mind, untangled. She was being freed! 8472 separated its mass from Kathryn, leaving her wet and lying flat out on the deck. She spat out liquid plasma from her lungs, coughing hard to loosen its hold there and began to breathe once more. She felt like a newborn fresh out of birth. It took a while for her muscles to allow her to sit up from the floor. She touched her forehead. The cut above her eye was sealed with a crumbling patch of white that dulled the pain and made it itch. ::Was it healing?:: There was a rush of heat and she was suddenly dry and comfortable. This time, the organic residue had not harmed her in any way. ::Why release me now?:: she asked 8472. The creature stayed silent and shrugged in the way she had learned to mean indifference, focusing on a point a little further down the corridor. Janeway looked down and saw the smashed combadge and tricorder lying in pieces near her. She wondered if anyone knew where she was... The EMH appeared right in front of her. "Finally," he said. Janeway just stared. Then she actually started to smile. The inner dimension of Home had effected the program in one very significant way in a manner that made all of her problems seem very small indeed.. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : A smirking Janeway looks down on a knee high EMH in a corridor.... ****************************************************************************Trio TANDEM post via MSN messenger WITH "amiee fielder" AND "niels van elzakker" WITH "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Birds of a feather........... Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 00:55:26 PST On deck eight, the energy of the containment field got through to Seven even through the environmental suit's insulating layers as a sensation of faint heat. The phaser rifle's circle of light barely lit a paltry two meters in front of Seven. Inefficient illumination even for her implanted eye. She stepped cautiously through the darkness. Peach fire suddenly highlighted everything around her position. Seven stooped to conceal her profile against the flaring background, fanning the way ahead with the muzzle of the rifle. Something was happening! At the entrance to the hallway, Tuvok scanned the phenomena. Ship's systems appeared to repair themselves. Right down to the outer hull fibers. An environmental envelope gradually formed behind the containment field as the ship's air vents finally succeeded in filling the gap. Beyond now read at a normal Federation standard life support level. All along the walls, dark computer panels came to life in comforting colors. Tuvok was relieved all was (somehow) restored and made double effort to get to Seven. He had a real concern that she was maybe escalating a situation that should not be escalated. It was the conclusion he had reached just after Seven went into the forcefield. He made sure he had a flashlight on him and made use of it quickly. He hoped he could reach her in time... Tuvok thought, ::Now the forcefield is dropped. It shouldn't be a problem to get to her.:: Back in the dimness, 8472 turned at a new noise, focusing its attention away from the curiously tiny EMH figure toward it. Janeway noticed its shift and straightened up, a frown creasing her forehead. ::What now?:: she wondered. The doctor remained silent, listening as well. Just around a fifteen meter long bend, Seven was still completely unaware of what was going on around her because she was in a "hunting" mode. Borg instinct was in control. She hadn't learned about the hull plating being restored, or that Tuvok was coming after her. She was deep within her stalk. Janeway now heard disturbance coming from the hallway as well. She turned away from 8472, trying to identify the sound. On an instant's hunch, she called out. "It's me! I am all right to whoever's there!" Janeway noted 8472's sudden defensive posture with a look, "It's fine. They've probably found me." Having on no helmet, Tuvok heard the captain's voice and he started to sprint to where it seemed to be coming from. It was a strange scene as he rounded the corner when the lights belonging to this section of the ship kicked back in .. A short distance away, still encumbered by the bulky suit, Seven paused. The lights had suddenly gone on, ::Odd, how was that possible with no power?:: she thought. Tuvok saw the next few moments all in a second's blur. On the one side there was species 8472 and the captain both in the process of turning around and on the other side there was Seven with her rifle, (aiming to point), and off course, Spot who darted past him . Luckily, the captain reacted instantly.. "Wait! Seven! No!" the captain shouted, seeing her officer within an environmental suit with charged rifle coming to bear. She raised up two obstructing hands in a gesture. Seven couldn't possibly hear her in time... Tuvok jumped at Seven who looked ready to fire !.. Seven suddenly felt herself pushed, then falling. She fired off an aimless shot. Tuvok saw that he had just managed to knock Seven over and that the shot was going aimless, hitting a bulkhead just to the side of the creature. 8472 didn't even flinch as sparks cascaded onto its head. For it didn't feel dread from the captain. Catching her breath, Janeway helped Seven to her feet and waited for her to remove her helmet fastenings. The 8472 adopted the captain's calm. Then turned to see eye to eye with Spot. "Seven," Kathryn remarked, "Thanks for your concern, but I'm afraid this predator's on OUR side this time." "Captain?" a very bewildered Seven said, "Species 8472 is never on a "side". I don't want to question your judgement, but ..." "You're just going to have to trust me on this one." Kathryn smiled wryly. Seven continued to look the captain over, she seemed unharmed, however, in her experience, looks could be deceiving. Tuvok added, "Seven, I have reached the same conclusion the captain has." "How?" Seven wanted to know. "First of all, it would be illogicall for the creature to attack us in the fashion we assumed it did. There was the accident with Spot for starters. Why would the creature show us what he did via the cat? Why would it give us clues? And what do you think repaired the ship? It was organic in nature according to the scans I managed to do. If you put these things together and know that Q doesn`t have the power nor the will to do this. It would seem that the creature, like us, is maybe even trapped in here." Nearby, Spot began to softly moan in his throat... On a whim, Tuvok thought at the 8472 ::How to finish with you? That cat obviously serves as a vessel for you.. You are no longer connected (closely) to the captain so we need to find a way to communicate with you more effectively.:: The Vulcan hoped he was getting through to it. He concentrated, ::Spot is the only way we know ..:: Janeway, the shrunken EMH, Tuvok and Seven waited for 8472's reaction. The 8472's eyes closed. Spot began to weave, listing to one side..... ---------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Thoughtful Seven's face in dim light. Image : Janeway and Tuvok paused by wall panels. **************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Full Contact- - Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2000 12:48:05 SCT 8472 "listened" to the Other mind nearest IT. IT felt no malice from the mostly fleshed Other mind with the tooth not its own. Even when its fire bit the shell slope above IT. For 8472 saw that the leader woman's stance was non-hostile and protective. It had learned this "happening" only with its eyes. Her Mind had been dimming with every second since the demergement ended. Now, only heart felts were sensed at all from her. Warmth for the Other Minds. Relief. Maternal tastes, too. ::For the mostly fleshed one?!:: Then the cool Mind IT had felt when IT first came to this sealess realm "spoke". It was the first talking IT had encountered in this newly healed Home that was really True Speech. This Othermind's flesh was dark and the cool feel of its "speaking" matched the lurid spicyness of its scent. -- ::How to finish with you? That --catt obviously serves as a vessel for you.. You are no longer --connected (closely) to the captain so we need to find a way to --communicate with you more effectively. --Spot is the only way we know ..:: ::What is?!:: This Otherthing had named the small life! 8472 was surprised. A naming sang the presence of a soul. The cool one was giving out that the small life thing knew its placement in the ALL with such a calling. IT regarded "Spot" with both eyes. ::This thing is people?:: IT thought the small life was a technology, like the leader woman's silver Home or the otherteeth and things these Other minds liked to carry with them. IT reached to encompass "Spot" in speak and it LEARNED. The cool Mind was "Tuvok", the mostly fleshed one was "Seven" and the leader woman declared "Captain Janeway" and even "Kathryn" in her own Mind. All of these had namings! Except for the tiny thinglet at ITs feet, the EMH. 8472 knew thinglet to really be technology. It had no heartfelts at all and it had no Mind to feel. ::What'its ? This is?:: A change was occuring at IT's feet and in IT's head. In the now, the "Spot"Mind was considering this EMH as a prey foodthing called a "mouse." Amused, 8472 suppressed "Spot's" predator instinct IT saw arising in the cat. IT needed the "Spot's" full concentration. Focus tightened and 8472 melded close to all in a blink. 8472's world grew. IT learned everything all the Otherminds had thought or heartfelt since this strange silver Home's joining with them. It learned of the temporal Otherminds still present here, the "Kira", the "Troi", and the "Bashir". Two of these kind had departed the Home, it discovered. 8472 "squinted". Even the unreadable one was still background linked with "Janeway's" Mind. Her current heartfelt was still angry at him for his harming her Home and technology. IT learned general concepts of their cultures, languages, and those beliefs held dearest to each of them. Right down to their personalities and state of health. All of their "scents" and heartfelts became intimately known as Core to IT. Now, it KNEW and SAW. Intellectually, 8472 realized that it was becoming more and more likely that these peoples actually could help IT go back home. 8472 "spoke" ::I understand you, ship person. The "Spot" person is no longer required to "speak" for I. We have heartmerged, all of us. We are together in the now. Let us talk about how to gain freeness for our two Homes.:: The captain smiled. The worst was over. Now things could proceed for the better for once. Next to her, Seven went relaxed but guarded at the "voice" painting itself in her head. :: IT is remarkably Borg-like.:: she admitted to herself. Spot started calling IT kin-ling, inviting IT to help wash his fur in friendship bond. 8472's HOME sounded in celebration through the hull. Even Tuvok actually felt wonder. Then the EMH shattered it all. "Hmm. Will you all stop staring at each other like star crossed lovers and see to recalibrating my image enhancers? I'm no good to anyone Lilliputian size." The captain shook awake. "Doctor? Ah, yes, soon. We've got a solid contact grounded with Species 8472. I'll have B'Elana check you over as soon as p--" 8472 interrupted and apoligized for IT's HOME's dimensional effect on the EMH, stating that nothing could alter the change until HOME demerged from Voyager. "Oh," the captain said, "In that case, meet us on the bridge." she told him. "I have a lot of questions for Q." Janeway turned all business and started conferring with 8472 about whether or not Voyager's shields were needed while she was inside of HOME. The party made their way to topdeck. ----------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Picture of a glowing pod ship in orbit, 8472's HOME around a red sun. ************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Elementary , My dear Watson.... Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2000 12:41:47 GMT From: "niels van elzakker" IN TANDEM communication WITH "myron ojala" via MSN Messenger.. Dr. Bashir began to look around the corridor. All too soon, he had a clue. He smelled the metallic odor of something very wrong. It was the odor of human blood. He entered an area near what appeared to be a cargo bay. The lights were dim. Julian squinted as the tang grew sharper. Then he saw many unmoving bodies. And a lot more blood. It was everywhere. Julian shivered. He knelt, examining the corpses, one by one.They had not died well. Meanwhile, nestled inside the silent shuttle bay, in the grounded Counselor Troi's shuttle ... something stirred... The air seemed thick with anticipation the very fabrics of space and time seemed to come alive for just a split second when (someone) appeared .. Lieutenant Commander Data looked around in curiosity and wondered if the coordinates of the transporter were misaligned and had put him in the wrong place. Closer inspection though, revealed that that he was in the right place. But everything around him wasn't where it should be.. ::Where was the counselor? She should be here too....:: Then he found grisly findings. Bashir pulled out his tricorder again. He ran it over the still forms in the corridor.They were all human and very recently killed. Though it was far too late to save any of them. Retrospectively, Julian realized that all of their wounds appeared to have been inflicted with a very sharp object. It had to have been a very large weapon. He grew alarmed. ::The killer...He may not have gone very far.:: He stood, studying the grotesque signs around him. Then he saw it. The blood's trailing lace, left dripping from the carried weapon, lead to the launching bay.... Data turned and walked to the aft shuttle controls to try and see if he could get a good bearing of his position and to see if he could reach the Enterprise at all. The only ship in range was a federation ship of unknown class he saw surrounding him through the front windows??! ::I am in a shuttle bay!:: the android realized. He pushed a few buttons in a flurry. But the mystery ship and her crew did not respond to his hails however.. Bashir entered the silent bay.. All the shuttles there were encased in glowing gold filaments. His eyes widened. ::Aliens! On Voyager?:: Maybe the ship has been taken over, and the crew, resisting, had been killed as a result. Bashir frowned. ::But all of them? Dead?:: He didn't think so. It seemed like every disaster had at least some survivors surviving somewhere. He started searching for signs of life once more. When Data quickly left the shuttle for the openess of the docking bay, he was in ready for anything. A strange glow was surrounding the Counselor's shuttle and the other strange shuttles present in the bay .. ::Curious:: thought Data. Dr. Bashir followed the blood trail to its end and found a still active transporter pad. The killer had beamed off ship into space according to the computer screen still displaying function in front of him. Julian heard a noise from across the deck; a clattering. It echoed and reechoed. Movement caught his attention and he looked toward one spot. Data turned to see a very small (appearing) man just beside the transporter pad.. "Hello?" Bashir began, rising from a protective crouch. He hoped that he hadn't found the beserker responsible for the deaths in the hallway. He could barely see the other figure in the glow of the filaments. ::I wish I had a torch..:: The android needed no such lighting assistance. Data cocked his head to the side a bit. He knew this man .... He-- The recognition was mutual. Dr. Bashir peered more closely. Yes, he was now very certain. The gold eyes and skin and matching uniform could only mean,... "Commander Data?" Julian asked uncertainly. "Ah yes, Bashir, Julian, chief medical officer aboard DS9." Data walked forward to get better bearings on his surroundings. "Doctor," he began, " I seemed to have ended up in the wrong place. Can you tell me were I am?" "It appears we are on the USS Voyager. However, all of this, escapes me." He indicated the filaments tethering all of the shuttlecraft to their moorings and the sickening smell of carnage surrounding them. "Where did you come from?" Bashir asked. He couldn't help but feel a little suspicious of the android. "I noticed all of these screens are on a security lock out from the bridge." Julian said suddenly. " I wanted to find out who has just used this transporter. I think the killer left that way. The weapon's blood trail ends there." "What is this killing you are talking about?" Data asked innocently. "Out in the hallway, I've discovered dead crewman. They have been killed by a weapon with blades of some kind. I 've only been on this ship a short time. I thought I was running a holoprogram." Bashir said, sidestepping the issue to gain more information. He was not disappointed. "A holoprogram..and you are sure that is not what we are in now .. maybe it is still running..." the gold eyes blinked. "This is real without a doubt. Look at my readings." Bashir showed him the tricorder. "Hmmmmm" Data said, "I was a board the Enterprise, about to be transported to that shuttle over there... Counselor Troi was also to be with me and several others... (But everyone on board is now dead.)" "Have you located her?" the doctor wanted to know. The android moved closer to the console to see its panel readout in more detail. "No not yet .. I think we better get to the bridge and find out what is going on, don't you agree? " Bashir wondered again about any survivors. Obviously, this Data was blameless. ::If she was still alive,...:: he realized. ::She might be somewhere with the surviving crew.:: "Data, going to the bridge is a very good idea. But shouldn't we get ourselves armed or something first?" "That would be a sound idea. Let's see. There should be weapons around this corner by the tactical console..." Data moved over a few meters. Doctor Bashir became lost in thought. He wondered if his own combadge would work to search for survivors. Data looked up. He offered the same idea. "Have you tried hailing someone?" simultaneously. Julian smiled at the irony. "I have tried hailing my commander. There has been no reply.The computer's database doesn't recognize him at all." He had a new thought. "Who is in command of Voyager anyway? We could call for him.." he surmised. "(Having seen all the evidence,) I would concur that we are not on DS9 or even on the Enterprise for that matter. And we would call on a she, not a he, Dr. Bashir. She is Captain Janeway if I'm correct." Bashir and Data carefully stepped around the blood and finally found phasers underneath the aft tactical console. They each took one. Experimenting again, Data tried to portage his neural interface with the computer's auxillary port to get at the ship's database, in an attempt to find any communications bands.. or a route to the bridge. The computer panel refused Data's tinkering. The screen went dark.. #You are unauthorized to access these records.# the computer voice stated. #Surveillance Mode has been initiated.# Data recreated a wry face. "I believe the correct expression here would be, not all ways lead to Rome, if I am not mistaken .." he guessed. Bashir smiled grimly, "At least we know now that someone is alive somewhere on board. Surveillance mode activates only after a live voice command." He shrugged diffidently, "Computer, contact Captain Janeway via my combadge. Open a channel here, please." Data started up, "That might not work, Deep Space Nine comm frequencies are--" #Comm channel open... # the computer said suddenly.... Data and Dr. Bashir looked at each other with equally raised eyebrows. ******************************************************************** END WEEK SIX-- PART 2 RECAP 03-22-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) WEEK SEVEN RECAP 03-29-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ******************************************************** From: "Frederic Hanson" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] My Little Friend Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2000 20:56:41 CST Neelix knelt and gave his little friend a warm hug. ::The little thing must have had an awful scare, and who was Seven to simply abandon the child in the hands of a holographic doctor?:: He thought as he brought Naomi out to arms length to look her over. "Are you hurt little one?" He asked her with genuine concern in his voice. She shook her head in response. "Well good, I would hate to think of anything happening to you in all this mess" Neelix stood up and looking around, tried to decide what he should do next. He decided the bridge was the most appropriate place to go. Anyone having survived this disaster would surely go there, and report to the captain. He turned to Naomi and said "We're going to take a little walk to the bridge my little friend, and have a nice chat with the captain, and that other friend of yours, Seven of Nine" With that, he took her hand in his and they made their way happily to the bridge. **************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Come out come out where ever you are........ Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2000 21:40:25 CST Seven was still in shock as she removed her helmet, the shock of almost hitting the captain, her friend was nearly overwhelming. Still, after listening to Tuvok's logic, combined with what the captain had said about 8472 not being an enemy, she had calmed down considerably. As she, Janeway, Tuvok, the doctor, the creature, and Spot all made their way to the bridge, she couldn't help but wonder if she should indeed trust this creature. It was after all, her only real enemy, it was however, young, therefore, less of a threat. She would bide her time, and make her decision later. She couldn't understand, how she was linked, she knew the creature had something to do with it, but she could not reason why. :: I do not feel comfortable with this situation, I can not read it's thoughts, only emotions. IRRELEVANT! In a situation like this, emotions had little meaning. Only thought, communication, strategy, and defence were important:: Seven was becoming angered by the situation. Strangers aboard the ship, over half the crew missing, unknown technologies, damaged repaired flawlessly, and all seemingly without reason. :: This is not only irritating, it is also quite confusing:: As the odd group arrived at the bridge, there was no sign of anyone. Not Q, not the security officer she had left to guard him, not even a trace of life (human or otherwise). Seven took out her tricorder and scanned for anything unusual. "Captain, it would appear that the security officer I left was killed, and I am detecting traces of high level phaser blasts. It would stand to reason that Q had a hand in this" Seven said as she continued scanning their vicinity. She certainly found no trace of him now. No anomalies, no fluctuations, nothing. Seven knew what she should concentrate her efforts on. Finding Q, she thought that if she found him, nearly all her questions would be answered. **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The starless realm........ Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2000 10:38:39 PST The air on the bridge was fetid with ozone when all arrived. Q had escaped the level ten containment field. He was no where in sight. ::Figures:: Janeway thought.::I wonder where to?:: The inches high EMH appeared in Chakotay's chair, standing on one armrest. (It was the only way he could see..) Janeway gave him a sidelong glance that contained a barely concealed grin as she made her way to the center seat and sat down. Spot tried to join her but was shooed off gently.. He complained drifting around the helm station in figure eights. "Computer, status report." Seven made her way to Harry's ops station, the 8472 took a position on the main deck in front of the viewscreen, Tuvok took his usual science station and started checking and cross checking the ship's systems.. He soon discovered the strange non-anomaly on the hanger deck. The computer finally answered the captain, #All ship's functions are nominal. Shields are down. Surveillance mode is activated. Two shuttle transponders are missing on flightdeck..# Seven spoke up, "Computer, Identify missing craft." #Missing frequencies are the Sacajaweja and the Delta Flier. Anomolous since 0417 hundred.# ::That explains where Q has gone. But who has taken the second shuttlecraft?:: Kathryn surmised. Tuvok spoke up, "Captain, Jadzia Dax is no longer on board." "See if you can locate her signal anywhere. I'm going to look for Q's course." She began entering algorithms on her armside terminal. ::He could've have gone far.:: Seven reiterated a suscipion aloud... >There was no sign of the security officer she had left >to guard Q, not even a trace of life (human or otherwise). Seven took out >her tricorder and scanned for anything unusual. > >"Captain, it would appear that the security officer I left was >killed, and I am detecting traces of high level phaser blasts. It would >stand to reason >that Q had a hand in this" Seven said as she continued >scanning their vicinity. All trace of the captain's lighter mood vanished. This was unspeakable. In all of her dealings and in all of the reports she had ever read on Q; he had never killed a ship's crewman before. Her voice didn't hide her shock. "When? .. No, wait on that.. See if you can get any details on the REST of the crew. I want to start getting some answers. Obtain their status and report back to me as soon as possible. Activate main viewer. Put our forward angle, dead ahead, onscreen." 8472 allowed her technology to reveal the outside through HOME's shell. ::I sees through yours in the now, "captain".:: No stars remained.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image- The viewscreen gaping into a purple morass spiral without the comforting stars... Audio- "Computer, I need a wider angle." (from Janeway) ....*BLEEP* *********************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Paris makes his way to the bridge Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2000 21:24:49 -0600 Paris sits up on his bio-bed feeling slightly better. :: I better get to the bridge, what's going on?:: Lt. Paris grabs a phaser and heads to the bridge. **************************************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] To the bridge.. Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2000 10:26:47 GMT Naomi was happy, she had found her friend. She and Nelix went to the bridge. The captain would be there, and maybe even 7. "nelix? where were you? why havn't you been here before? I was looking for you and 7, i couldn't find anybody. It was weird, the ship was shaking so much. I fell, 7 took me to sickbay and left me there. then i went to find her, and this big icky looking monster was running down the hallway, and it was carrying somthing. " she was quiet as they stepped on the bridge. she wasn't usualy supposed to be there, without the capatains ok. she looked out onto the bridge as the doors shut, and she saw it. "nelix! that's it thats the monster Look out captain! she watched the captain turn around, but she didn't look afraid. why? she should have shot it. she wouldn't want something like that on thier bridge. naomi yelled as nelix pushed his way in front of her, to protect her. ****************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Thicker than Regalian stew!! Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2000 02:38:22 PST The computer suddenly chimed, jarring everyone out of mid thought. It was the sound of a communications hail by remote com. It came from Kathryn's badge. "Janeway here." A startled voice issued from the overhead speaker, " Captain Janew-- ah, this is hard to explain.. ah.." "Who's on this channel? Identify yourself." she ordered. Before the stranger's reply, the turbolift doors opened. There was a screech of a child's voice.. >"nelix! that's it thats the monster Look out captain! Janeway saw the Wildman child and a very well Mr. Neelix ducking behind the aft stations. They were reacting to 8472 she then realized. "It's all right. It's not here to hurt us in any way. Quite the opposite, in fact. Naomi, Neelix,.. meet" she paused to recall her memories for a moment, "The speaker, it's a new "ambassador" to Voyager, for lack of a better word. With its' help, we just may find our way out of this rough weather we've been having." Seven spoke up, "I am confirming a new temporal pattern aboard. Two, in fact. They are originating from the main shuttle bay. One human, one,.. .. I am not certain with any accuracy. This second one is registering as having a cybernetic construction of some kind. This energy signature appears to be of Federation origin." "Federation origin? What's next? An envoy from Starfleet headquarters?" she turned her attention to the combadge caller. "We have you surrounded. " she nodded to Tuvok who threw up a security field around the new arrivals where they stood. She tossed her head at Seven to go intercept the strangers' position with a gesture. Seven left the bridge. "Now. Start talking." Janeway waited for the mysterious voice to answer through the open frequency...... ************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Pilot error......... Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 04:38:41 SCT 'patti keiper' IN TANDEM COMMUNICATION WITH 'cassidy meyers' VIA voyagerliveaction CHAT ROOM The open comm fizzled into static on the far end.. the frequency wasn't sustainable through the newcomer's out of date combadge. ::Great!:: she thought sarcastically. Kathryn wasn't going to hear anything from the mysterious man until Seven got down there to the shuttle bay directly to route things to the bridge. She sighed. Her head hurt, the alien bandage itched, and she was so tired.. A fog was getting thicker by the minute. 8472's mental support wasn't working anymore. ::I feels your night state, Otherthing. It wins soon.:: The EMH missed none of this. By his records, the captain had gone without treatment or sleep for almost thirty six hours. It no longer mattered that he was under a foot tall. Programming was programming. "Captain, you're going to have to rest, soon." "Not now, doctor." Kathryn rubbed her eyes. "I've almost got a lock on Q's ion trail and I have two intruders to deal with..." Right then, the turbolift doors snapped open. Lientenant Paris rushed onto the bridge.. --Paris see's the Species 8427 standingg in --front of the view screen. --"Look out captain!" --He ducks down behind Kim's station, hhis phaser pointed at the alien. Janeway turned around in her chair. "Tom! Stand down! It's all right. This is a Speaker, a strictly CIVILIAN ...8472!! It's helping us find our way out of this part of space." She watched him appear from the aft station. Tuvok merely raised an eyebrow, saying nothing. --Seeing that it is not going to eat hiim, the Captain, Tuvok, Nelix, ---or Naomi He stands up. --"What's going on?" He inquires. "Not much at the moment thankfully." the captain muttered. "Take your station." Tom afforded one last uncertain look at 8472. He put away the phaser under Harry's terminal, securing it by the weapons clip mounted there. --Then he heads over to the helm to seee if the engines are working. Kathryn announced, "Mr. Paris. All ship's functions are nominal. However, there is one anomolous reading from the shuttle bay. A Q shaped non sensor ghost. We cannot determine its origin. Please see what you can find out about the phenomena and whether or not propulsion is effected. I am routing information to you now." Tom afforded the feline stretched in his chair one slight pause before he gingerly pushed him off. Spot protested with a meow.. "Aye, captain." ::I am not even going to ask:: he thought. Naomi grinned, and Neelix just shrugged. Spot began to circle 8472. Spot thought, ::Ship is better. Why?:: :: I heals Otherthing's technology.., "Spot" person. All Otherminds here are hunting lost, as you. We works a journey to be free of the bad things attacking ship.:: IT straightened, fixing all the telepathic peoples IT could feel, Tuvok, Troi, Kira, and the link in Janeway and Seven. The distant Othermind who had harmed "Janeway's" Home blocked ITS' speak. ::I knows of a place and new Otherminds. I would takes us there. HOME'S shell covers Home in teeth against the bad things. We go?:: Janeway considered the purple morass funneling on the viewscreen. She spoke aloud. "Does this," she punched up Q's ion trail onto the forward viewscreen. "Lead to these Otherminds?" 8472 tilted a limb, conferring with ITS' ship, ::Yesss. The infant Home "Delta Flier" scents close.:: Tom Paris was startled at her question from nowhere. He was not yet aware of 8472's telepathic link. He thought the question was to himself. "Captain?" Tuvok explained it to him. Tom whistled through his teeth, turning back to work on his display terminal.. Janeway sighed, "I'm not going anywhere until I know this ship is one hundred percent from stem to stern. Tuvok, run a full diagnostic on all ship's functions. Neelix, please stay here with Naomi for the moment. Seven's dealing with two intruders at the moment below decks." Tom, keep me posted on any finding on that glitch." Unexplicably, Kathryn wove in her seat, almost blacking out. She caught herself by the armrest. She wasn't aware of the momentary slip. ::"Janeway" is darkened:: 8472 said suddenly. IT was not concerned. Neelix sat down near Janeway in the co chair. He reached out, "Captain?" It took a long moment for her to look at him, "Hmmm? Sorry, I was just thinking about something." The Talaxian tossed a head significantly at the EMH on Chakotay's chair arm. The EMH spoke, "I give you one hour, captain. Then you need to be treated with some rest." Janeway started to protest... The EMH was firm. "One hour. That's an order." Naomi crossed her arms sternly without saying anything, in full agreement with the Doctor. Kathryn raised both eyebrows, "Understood. One hour." Then she chuckled once, seeing the child's firm stare. ::Speaker:: she thought. ::Take us to this Otherplace. You may be right. Otherminds are needed to gain freedom here.:: 8472 told HOME to go to the Red Star... --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Janeway and Neelix sit in the center area. Neelix is concerned over the captain's ill health. ************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Annoyances Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2000 18:49:28 -0600 Q was woken out of his doze as the delta flyer dropped out of warp near the red giant and the planet encircling it. He keyed in the appropriate information into the flyer's odd shaped control panel, noticing that another shuttle from Voyager was on an intercept route. Q secretly hoped that Voyager stayed put. He didn't want to, on some level, seem malicious, but he had to make sure Voyager stayed where it was...he wasn't certain the crew that he had a hand in assembling for this mission was ready to land on the planet and learn the truth about this situation. He looked at wonder as the nameless planet came into view on the screen. He had never seen any atmosphere so tumultuous. His powers were of little use to him now as he made landing preparations. He didn't need any distractions now. He shuddered with fear, not at the planet's atmosphere, but what he knew was potentially on the surface...a threat to not only the Q Continuum, but the entire fabric of time and space. Q jerked up quickly. He sensed another presence aboard the Flyer. "Identify Yourself," he shouted. **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Paris takes the helm Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 11:22:11 -0600 --Kathryn announced, "Mr. Paris. All shhip's functions are nominal. However, --there is one anamolous reading from the shuttle bay. A Q shaped non sensor --ghost. We cannot determine its origin. Please see what you can find out --about the phenomena and whether or not propulsion is effected. I am routing --information to you now." --Tom afforded the feline stretched in his chair one slight pause before he --gingerly pushed him off. Spot protested with a meow.. "Scanning the anamoly captain" Paris hits a few buttons on at his station. "We can get impulse captain, but the warp engines seem to be off line. I don't think we should go anywhere until we know what we're actually inside." **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Changing of the guard.... Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 10:34:34 PST 'myron ojala' IN TANDEM >communication WITH 'patti keiper' > > >Suddenly, a forcefield surrounded Dr. Bashir and Data >just a few meters away from the turbolift. > > Data tested the field with his hand. The energy curtain >repulsed his contact. > > Julian threw up his hands. "Pity that Miles isn't here to >enjoy this with us." > > Data looked at him, "You know Chief O'Brien?" > > Dr. Bashir grinned, "Miles regularly loses his shirt in >our dart games at Quark's." > > Before Data could comment, they heard the swish of >opening turbolift bulkheads. Both officers turned toward the >armed approaching figure. > > It was a woman. What first stood out were her implants. > >Dr. Bashir said, "Those have borg technology, there, >in your eye and hand... It seems you have us at a slight >disadvantage, ,... Miss..." > >Seven said, "My designation is irrevelent. The captain wants >to see you immediately. Say nothing. Follow me." > >Seven deactivated the forcefield and jerked her phaser muzzle >toward the turboshaft. Data and Dr. Bashir went ahead of >the strange woman who seemed to be part robotic and part >human. Soon they were on their way. > >----------------------------------------------------------------------- > > On the bridge of the unfamiliar starship, Julian surveyed >the situation. Both his and Data's attention was captured >by a lifeform that Bashir had never encountered before in >his life. Before he could inquire, a stern voice from the >center seat addressed both of them. A smallish woman >in red and black turned to face Data and Bashir. > > "You've met Seven, one of my crewmen. You are on the >Starship Voyager. I am Captain Janeway... and you are..." >she prompted. Her face was almost as red as her hair, >flushed and fevered. > > Julian noticed the captain appeared to be suffering from >systemic fatigue. Bashir politely replied, "Captain, I am >Doctor Julian Bashir on assignment to Deep Base Nine. >My companion is Commander Data of the Starship >Enterprise. Why don't you sit back down again? You >look like you've been through quite a lot." > >"You should listen to this man." said a baritone voice. >"If you won't take it from me, take it from a doctor >your own size." the EMH scoffed. > >Julian looked around to see where that scathing remark >came from, following the captain's gaze. >Bashir's eyes widened in astonishment at a tiny figure >wearing Starfleet medical blue perched on the first >officer's chair armrest.. ::Is this their EMH or am I >suddenly Gulliver?.:: > >Data moved to his side with an equal expression >of curiosity. Neither one noticed a dark skinned >Vulcan cover them with a weapon and a diagnostic tricorder. > >"Tuvok, " Janeway began... Data and Bashir then noticed the >security officer next to Seven studying them. > >"They are quite harmless. They are who they say they are." >Tuvok replied. "Unarmed as well." > >Janeway felt a stab of weakness and sank back down into her >seat. > > Not to be deterred, Dr. Bashir stepped forward and >asked, "When was the last time you were seen by your >ship's physician, captain?" > >"It's been too long. " the EMH answered loudly. > > Julian noticed another alien with a child near Janeway. One >with spots. The other had a neat row of horns down her >forehead. They seemed to be worried as well. > >At the same time, Data took to looking at the 8472 and then >saw Spot. Spot launched himself into the android's arms, >purring loudly.... ::My person!:: the cat thought. , ::You're >here.:: > >Data looked almost embarrassed. "My pet." he explained. > >Then a strange nausea gripped and Janeway suddenly >felt unwell. She addressed the blond helm officer at the conn. > >"Tom, take the conn.. " She gripped >the armrests tightly... She couldn't fight much longer.. >She felt everyone regarding her as if at a distance.. ::Not now!>8472. Must:: >She looked up, >"Tuvok? You are linked with the Speaker, sorry for this >command decision but stay with it...." The bridge swam >before her eyes.. Kathryn could barely voice her next words. >"Computer... transfer all commands codes >to Lieutenenant Paris, Janeway Pi Alpha Three.....Implem-- >hhhh...." > >#Command transfer accepted# the computer replied. > >Kathryn let the world go... >She pitched foward with a groan, falling... > >Dr. Bashir lunged forward, caught her and eased her >onto the deck. She was out cold and pale, totally limp. >Her breaths were raspy and strained, even with her >head tilted back. Julian took off her overheating jacket >to ease her difficulty in breathing. > >The EMH jumped down beside them, "I figured this >would happen. Between alien telepathic contact and >concussive injuries, I'm surprised she stayed awake >this long. Dr. Bashir, you are familiar with medkits. I believe >there is one behind the tactical console." > >Seven went and got one, giving it to Naomi to pass down > to the center flooring. > >Naomi moved. The 8472 >trembled in stress at the scene unfolding. >In a calm, adult-like manner, the child knelt next >to the captain and opened it. > > The EMH glanced at Dr. Bashir, somewhat ironically. >"Guess what? You're my hands now. See what you can do." > >Dr. Bashir checked Janeway's coratid pulse. It was strong but >thready. Her breathing was labored but now easier without >the confining collar. Her pupils were reactive to light and >even, "There's no sign of concussion in spite of this head >wound. I'd say it was cumulative exhaustion.. Is there >a place we could move her? We should get her to sickbay >right away." > >The EMH concurred, nodding. "Certainly, >Tuvok, beam the three of us to sickbay. " > >Paris interrupted, way ahead of Tuvok.. >"I can't transfer you, Doc." to the EMH he said. >"The targeting emitters are having problems.. " > >Dr. Bashir grunted in impatience and grabbed >the doll sized EMH and parked him on a shoulder, >"Try now." he said to Tuvok and Paris... > >Sparkles marialized around Bashir, Janeway and the EMH. > And then they were gone... > > >It was only then that Tom Paris realized the full implication of the captain's last order.. > ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments ) Image : A serious Bashir head shot. Image : The Holodoc attends to his captain unconscious from cumulative exhaustion. Image : A stunned, frowning Tom Paris rubs a chin as he faces his first time in the BIG chair... ************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Fwd: Changing of the guard.... Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 14:08:55 -0600 >It was only then that Tom Paris realized the full >implication of the captain's last order.. ::Great, first the warp drive won't work, then the captain puts me in command.:: Paris pauses a minute after Bashir, Janeway, and the Doc beam to sickbay. "Tuvok, enlighten me, what are we inside, and how can we get out of it?" He walks over and sits down in the captains chair. "We need to find the Flier" **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Changing of the guard.... Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 14:48:42 -0600 > >It was only then that Tom Paris realized the full >>implication of the captain's last order.. > >::Great, first the warp drive won't work, then the captain puts me in >command.:: > >Paris pauses a minute after Bashir, Janeway, and the Doc beam to sickbay. > >"Tuvok, enlighten me, what are we inside, and how can we get out of it?" >He walks over and sits down in the captains chair. "We need to find the Flier" Paris glances over at the Android holding his cat. "Do you by any chance know how to operate the sensors?" He points to Kim's station. "We could use your help finding out what exactly we are up against." **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Night visitors..... Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2000 03:21:34 PST It was quiet and hushed in the medical bay except for the soft tones of the medical sensors set on audio passive mode. Close by his new patient's head, Dr. Bashir studied Kathryn's face carefully. Somehow, first hand examination seemed far better grounded in practicality than the myriad of reports displaying from the electronic gadgets surrounding him; even though they told him exactly the same things. The Voyager captain was now relaxed in wave field induced sleep; the diagnostic biobed scanner over her torso had been retracted hours ago once she had been stabilized and brought out of her faint. ::So like Sisko:: he coughed gently in his throat, ::So like any captain I've EVER known...Once more into the fray and damn your own personal state of health for the sake of your all important crew:: He chuckled at that fact's universitility. The EMH spoke up from the office alcove where he was perched on top of eight medical journals. Their height was high enough for him to be able to read a computer terminal set on voice activated library mode, "I'm sorry. Did you say something, Dr. Bashir?" "Nothing important. Just musing about our patient here." Julian surmised.. "She's registering stable." The EMH retorted. "Good. Keep me posted. I am still researching our diagnoses in the Database." Bashir nodded understanding. They were all alone. All of the afflicted crew had recovered and had been released to their own quarters under medical surveillance via combadge scan with the exception of the Counselor from the Enterprise. Troi was still unresponsive even though she was free of any medications. Bashir had discovered one peculiar corollation so far. It concerned Kathryn's latest CT scans. Her brain functions and morphology were now mirroring Troi's. Both were showing signs of elevated seratonin and dopamine levels consistent with the byproducts of telepathic overload... This unfortunate side effect was NOT explained by the Speaker's presence or activities at all. 8472 was blameless. Julian studied Janeway's readings on the overhead once more and drew another blood sample. She had not so much as moved a muscle since her collapse on the bridge. Lactic acid could explain such a condition but that had been thoroughly neutralized with oxygen therapy. No trace of the acid remained in her tissues to explain the paralysis. With her muscles out to lunch, no doubt her subconscious was in overdrive in the REM state, making up for her tremendous need of sleep. Sedated, she was no longer in danger of having convulsions. But still, Bashir kept vigil over her. The nausea might return to cause complications if she became ill while somnolent. Kathryn was blissfully comfortable inside. She was happily muzzy and warm for the first time in a long time. Wonderful things were happening on the edge of her awareness. They blossomed to envelop her. Molly Malone was with her again! Her dear one was somehow only two weeks old and as irresistably adorable as only an Irish Setter puppy could be. Kathryn's eyes blurred tears in joy and contentment. She cradled Molly in her arms, smelling the warm, buttered popcorn scent in her belly fur. Molly mewled softly at her touch and snuggled closer to her mistress' cheek. Suddenly, Janeway was whisked away into the bright sky with Leonardo Di Vinci at her side. They were high up and flying in a craft of his own design! Kathryn laughed in delight as he did at the cleverness of his own discovery. The craft ascended..... Sand grated under her palms and she was nose to nose with a mossy log. The salty scent of the sea surrounded her as Kathryn lost herself in those gentle, wise eyes once again. Her animal guide was paying her a personal call..... Bashir startled from his doze at a quiet warble from Janeway's overhead monitor. A motor reflex had been detected. He waved the lights higher. If she had gotten sick, she would need his assistance.. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he leaned close to her head to see what had changed in her condition. The captain made a quiet noise in her throat and she smiled slightly, the corners of her mouth upturning.. Bashir blinked.. She was dreaming!! "Captain?" he asked near an ear. Kathryn sighed again and rolled over on her side, shifting to a more comfortable position in blissfully normal sleep. It was finally all right. This captain was back on the road to recovery.... Julian stretched and got up from his chair, his joints creaking. He afforded Janeway one last check on his tricorder before he moved on to do the same for the counselor. The EMH could take over any surveillance now, remotely.. For himself, a beckoning cot awaited him in the next room... Satisfied with his patients' progress, he dimmed the lights in the ward, leaving them alone to their dreams. Deep down beyond rest, one image shattered Kathryn's inner peace. Her gecko spirit guide fled... Kathryn then "saw" its fleeting perception before it vanished into the grass..... It was herself, exposed to open space on the bridge, locked in the icy, airless embrace of death........ A part of herself began to scream... --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Janeway lying on a biobed, unconscious and bleeding with a wave inducer component on her forehead. Image : Janeway snuggling a very young Irish Setter puppy. Image : Janeway and Leonardo Di Vinci aloft in a hang glider. Image : Janeway nose to nose with her spirit guide gecko. Image : Janeway's frozen corpse on a dark, silent bridge. **************************************************************************** From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: [voyagerliveaction] In our darkest our we will prevail Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2000 05:59:49 -0800 (PST) >"Everett, Katan" wrote: >It was only then that Tom Paris realized the full >implication of the captain's last order.. > ::Great, first the warp drive won't work, then the captain puts me in > command.:: > Paris pauses a minute after Bashir, Janeway, and the Doc beam to sickbay. > "Tuvok, enlighten me, what are we inside, and how can we get out of it?" > He walks over and sits down in the captains chair. "We need to find the Flier" We are inside some form of temporal distortian and cannot escape by normal means. The crew you see around you is comprised of different crews from different timelines. Meaning we have crew here that really doesn`t belong like the doctor and commander Data over here. Data looks up and says That assumption is correct as according to my internal timecalculators there are poeple here that in my timeline would have been much older as they are here. Might i also ad that time itsself is offset by .2 seconds. Time progresses just a bit faster here for some reason. Tuvok continues Q whom i presume you have heard of brought us here because he is trapped here like we are. As of yet we have found know way to get out of this anomaly nor do we have any clues to this end. I would agree we need to find Q and thus the fleir, species 8472 has already set course to a nearby planet of sorts, where the ships ion trail seems to lead to. I suggest we prepare ourselfs for what lies ahead and assemble the away team as we probab;y will need to be going to the surface to find outwhat is going on . Data interupts. Sensor scan complete sir, from what they gathered we are inside soem kind of loop though the loop isslef isn`t stable, we are encountering several temporal waves oddly enough ad random intervals. Each wave growing stronger in intensity if we continue in our current heading. Data Looks at Paris and Tuvok asif waiting for a response of soem kind **************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Sun, 02 Apr 2000 02:09:40 SCT 8472 let go ITS hold of Otherthing. Her darkness was no longer supressible, most Otherthings were confined to diurnal cycles, IT knew. IT would just have to wait for "Janeway" to come back to the now. There was something else in her Mind. The distant one had put it there from before. Otherthing's Mind was Otherplace, in a not-quite dimension. ::Whatis it's? A dreaming?:: IT marveled. ::Is "Q"-ness?:: IT did not know how this was so. This Home-hurt identity was no longer tasting as close, just the infant HOME "Flier's" scent trailing on the ether. The blond one stood, "Paris" as the new leader thing of "Janeway's" Home. IT saw how he watched Otherthing and the two Med Minds disappear from the bridge. ::I cannot "hears" this Mind:: 8472 wondered. IT focused on "Tuvok" vocalings. -- I suggest we prepare ourselfs for whhat lies ahead and assemble the away team as we probab;y will need to be going to the surface to find out what is going on . -- Data interupts. -- Sensor scan compllete sir, from what they gathered we are inside soem kind of -- loop though the loop isslef isn`t stable, we are encountering several temporal -- waves oddly enough ad random intervals. Each wave growing stronger in -- intensity if we continue in our current heading. 8472 "reached" outside of ITS HOME's eyes. It was true. The badthings were strengthening. There was only one thing left to do. It had to take "Janeway's" technology and Home to a small sea IT remembered to escape the obstacle. ::"Tuvok" Mind,:: 8472 told it. ::I's can FIX the rough way. I's knows of a safe place that still goes to Infant Home scent. Lagooning is GOOD there. I takes us now.:: 8472 "opened" and summoned the sea before Voyager's bow. The living ship held her securely inside of its belly. HOME sounded in recognition of the safe Otherplace. This one it knew from before. 8472 gave the command for transference. A portal opened and HOME disgorged Voyager out of its mouth into it. The computer came online, #Voyager is no longer moored. Holding impulse stationing.# ::"Tuvok", This Way-To-Go is Two weeks of your time long. It goes to the infant Home's scent end. We go.:: Tom didn't quite understand what he saw on the screen ahead of him. Tuvok seemed to be calm enough as the event unfolded. The Vulcan thought, ::Two weeks at impulse. That is sufficient for the moment.:: It would allow the crew time to rest and for the bridge crew to come up with a plan of action for what lay ahead at their destination. The viewscreen image cleared. They were inside a vast, peach colored sea of fluid. The living ship was gone. Voyager was on her own. And completely alone. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : A great wormhole portal opening up in inky neon colors.. Image : Voyager floating free inside a peach colored sea. ************************************************************************** END WEEK SEVEN RECAP 04-01-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) WEEK EIGHT RECAP 04-02-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ******************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2000 20:10:45 -0600 >The viewscreen image cleared. They were inside a vast, >peach colored sea of fluid. The living ship was gone. >Voyager was on her own. And completely alone. Tom relaxes the grip the captains chair. "ok, can someone explain to me what just happened?" Paris stands up and walks closer to the view-screen, staying far away from the 8472. "Data, can you locate the delta flier? I'd like to retrieve it." **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2000 23:16:26 PST > >Tom relaxes the grip the captains chair. >"ok, can someone explain to be what just happened?" "I can, Tom." said a familiar voice. It was B'Elanna Torres fresh from engineering. She left the turbolift she had arrived on. "The second I heard your order for impulse only I transferred my main station to the bridge. I figured something was up." She held up a data padd transcribed from the computer logs and active bridge monitors. She blinked a few times at Tom sitting in the captain's chair. "Tom, you're in command...." Paris just rolled his eyes and threw up a whatever gesture, "Just lucky I guess." She put a hand at her mouth, barely suppressing a chortle. "It's just funny actually seeing you there. Usually Harry gets all of my flack about assuming bridge night duty. " Her expression sobered, "I just heard about the captain... And then about this, .. this,.." she afforded the 8472 a cautious glance. "speaker...thing.., " She reiterated at Tom's glare for her to be polite.. "And...for..its' help it gave all of us so far." She reluctantly gave it eye contact, "No offense, ah....Thank you, sir ah ,..maam,..being? Quite frankly, the ship was a mess. We're indebted to you.. " B'Elanna then noticed Data at tactical with the red tabby encircling his feet, "I see you found your friend..." She didn't deign to ask how the android had arrived on board. She really didn't want to know, remembering K'Ehleyr's unexpected arrival.. She motioned Seven and Tom closer. "I think I know where we are. This is Fluidic Space, where all 8472 come from, only instead of this being its normal vast dimension, this particular pocket is only twenty light years or so across. It should protect us from the temporal waves well enough.. On a separate note, I found out from the computer that we have a strange subspace null scan zone on the hanger deck. I would advise to avoid warp travel until we've isolated its cause.." she shook her head, "Wait a minute.. You must know about that already or you would'n't've sent the impulse only order.. Sorry, guys,... I've been really busy, I'm slipping like any second rate pat'tagh now.." B'Elanna noticed the ion trail glowing in the sea on the viewscreen. "We're after him, right. Good, I'd like to kick his omnipotent butt all the way back to the Continuum for what he has done to us. Tom, I know the Yacht is so much scrap titanium but where's the Delta Flier now? We could use her for spare dilithium crystals." She moved nearer to Tuvok and activated her station's board to calibrate bridge navigational readings,.."We've got impulse. She's responsive to 400,000 kph." The 8472 turned toward the viewscreen to navigate their course. It conveyed information directly to Tuvok via its' link the way they should head next.. Tuvok nodded in answer. >Paris stands up and walks closer to the view-screen, staying far away >from the 8472. >"Data, can you locate the delta flier? I'd like to retrieve it." **************************************************************************** From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] Annoyances Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2000 15:00:52 -0500 > Q jerked up quickly. He sensed another presence aboard the > Flyer. "Identify Yourself," > he shouted. :Damn: she thought, along with a handful of other curses in several other languages. :The armband is working at its full capacity, and yet he can still find me: Deciding it was better not to waste the energy and effort it took to remain in one small place and to not be identified, K'Ehleyr hit the tiny button on the side of her armband, effectively shutting down the field around her. "I am K'Ehleyr," she said in answer to the being's question. "And I was simply trying to get the hell off of that ship." She paused, setting down the case she had been carrying with her. "Since you blasted through a few bulkheads to get out of there, I'm assuiming you had the same idea. Maybe I can be of assistance?" "Curious," the being said, pacing in a half circle around her as he sized her up. "Whatever would I need with your help?" K'Ehleyr lightly tapped the case with the side of her foot. "I have the latest maps of this system and those around it, plus a power conversion coil from Voyager. With a few modifications, it would have enough energy to last for a long time to come." "And why should I believe that your intentions are true? Why would a Klingon mutt side with me over a ship full of humans and other lesser beings?" "We need to get out of this time rift, this 'Temporal Carousal', right? I plan on doing that, and helping the Federation ship get out as well. I simply plan on helping myself in the process, " the woman smiled. "Intriguing," Q paused with a slight smile playing on his lips. "Explain." "There's a couple ways for Voyager to get out of the time rift and back into their own timeline. Thing is, if I'm on board there's a good chance I won't survive the process. I was transported here after I was supposed to be dead. Whatever brought me here healed me in the process. If I go back to my own timeline, I fear that gift will be taken away." She watched for a reaction, but found none. :Damn, this Q guy is annoying: "Of course, there's also the theory that the good Dr. Crusher from the Enterprise tried to heal me but thought she failed. I was declared dead and sent off for burial. All Klingon physiology is redudant - we have more things in us than we knoow what to do with. Maybe it was my own systems that kicked in and brought me back to supposed life before I was brought here. It happened with Worf before, so why not me? Regardless, I am dead in my own time. Life has gone on without me and done so very well. I feel no need to go back. Oh, I have the strong Klingon survival instincts, that's for certain, but I want to live now, in this time, and no other." Q listened to her explanations without a word. K'Ehleyr raised a wry eyebrow with a crooked smile. "No use in taking chances of dying for nothing, right? I'm alive now, and plan to keep things that way. I guess the only question now is: How do you feel about a traveling companion?" As if to emphasize her wont to stay, she pulled out her small hand phaser and pointed it at the case. If Q tried to do anything to her, she would have that split second of time she needed to push the button, effectively destroying any and all information that could have been of use to him. She waited for his reply. **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2000 20:06:43 -0500 >The 8472 turned torward the viewscreen to navigate their course. It conveyed >information directly to Tuvok via its' link the way they should head next.. >Tuvok nodded in answer. Paris walked back to the captains chair and sat down. "Data, can you get a sensor lock on the flier?" "Seven, I'd like you to go down to the hangerbay and check out the temporal anomaly, see if you can eliminate it." **************************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] An Alliance is Forged Date: Mon, 03 Apr 2000 20:36:37 -0500 >As if to emphasize her wont to stay, she pulled out her small hand phaser >and pointed it at the case. If Q tried to do anything to her, she would >have that split second of time she needed to push the button, effectively >destroying any and all information that could have been of use to him. She >waited for his reply. Q smirked as he gave K'Ehleyr a once over. "Are you sure you don't have any Romulan blood mixed in with that Klingon and Human coursing through your veins? Self preservation is a very admireable trait," he laughed, "I applaud you, although I don't know what Worf ever saw in you." Q glanced at the controls in front of him, displayed on the console. He motioned for K'Ehleyr to sit down, "I don't suppose you can land one of these things safely can you? And while your at it, install that power converter and put that phaser down for Kahless sake" The Delta Flyer shook gently as it began it's final approach into the planet's turbulant atmosphere. "I hope there's some information on the eddy's of this planet's storms in that container. I can survive this flyer breaking apart ::at least I think I can:: but you, on the other hand..." K'Ehleyr glanced down at the console, still holding her phaser at the ready. "Someone is hailing us," she stated calmly, "In a shuttle that's from Voyager!" **************************************************************************** From: 'niels' Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2000 01:27:00 -0700 (PDT) >>>The 8472 turned torward the viewscreen to navigate their course. It conveyed >>>information directly to Tuvok via its' link the way they should head next.. >>>Tuvok nodded in answer. >>Paris walked back to the captains chair and sat down. "Data, can you >>get a sensor lock on the flier?" Not yet sir however based on the ion trail we are following icould plot a corse for a sensor probe and send it to follow the trail that way we can triple our sensor range and we should be able to even get a sensor lock within huors if my calculations are correct. Data **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2000 07:07:53 -0500 >>>The 8472 turned torward the viewscreen to navigate their course. It >>>conveyed information directly to Tuvok via its' link the way they should >>> head next.. >>> >>>Tuvok nodded in answer. >> Paris walked back to the captains chair and sat down. "Data, can you >> get a sensor lock on the flier?" > Not yet sir however based on the ion trail we are following icould plot a > corse for a sensor probe and send it to follow the trail that way we can > triple our sensor range and we should be able to even get a sensor lock > within huors if my calculations are correct. "Send out a probe data, I'd like to know what we're up against before we get there." **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Housecalls and mirages...... Date: Tue, 04 Apr 2000 10:07:50 PDT It had been ten minutes since the EMH got an updated reading on the captain. Her consciousness state had improved, moving from unresponsive to one of heavy sleep. That was progress. It must have seemed so to Bashir as well for he had left Janeway's side to catch up on lost sleep shortly thereafter. There only remained a full precautionary cerebral scan to be done on her. The tiny holodoc verbally set the computer to implement the task. He himself jumped down from the stack of medical journals, walking slowly across his office desk. He hopscotched onto a padd, activating it with both feet. Information on reconfiguring his own holomatrix blossomed into view. The letters appeared three feet high to the shrunken EMH but his program dutifully coped with the problem. ::Now, to restore my original parameters:: He verbally requested an open channel to the Chief Engineer. "Sickbay to B'Elanna Torres" The computer relayed, =^=Torres here. How's the captain?=^= "Improving, although we're going to have to keep her sedated for a while as a precaution." the holodoc added. =^=What the diagnosis? Tom said she collapsed suddenly...=^= B'Elanna's voice didn't hide her concern very well behind a business like facade. "Dr. Bashir and I are working on that. Cumulative exhaustion wasn't the only cause. At first, I thought our purple friend up there had something to do with it. Induced telepathy usually never sits well with psi-null species like humans. But 8472's speech processes do not fit in that risky category at all. I've learned that It works with extra dimensional sensory adaptations that function beyond the areas of the brain which usually handle telepathic impressions when they come. The captain shows absolutely no signs of melding trauma. We've still some brain scans to perform to learn why she is suffering this particular set of symptoms. It could be a phenomena related to the extra dimensionality of the Carousel Coordinate. Remember, time is unstable here. Bridge logs showed Q talking about a nexus point similar to the one which claimed Captain Kirk of history. This nexus might erode our subconscious sense of identity while we are in this part of space to some degree. Just look at me.. According to the laws of physics here, I am manifesting elf size..." A chortle came over the comm, =^=You're what?. (laugh) I'll be right there. It shouldn't take too long to get your specs up to snuff.=^= "I'd appreciate the effort. Sickbay out." the doctor grumbled. A short time later, B'Elanna arrived. She noticed the captain and started over to her side promptly. "Harrumph" came a noise at her feet. B'Elanna looked down. It was the holodoc. He came only up to her ankle. She had very nearly stepped on him. "Sorry, doc. I didn't see you at first." She stooped and picked him up on one hand. "Hmmmmm, this is a problem. Looks like your imaging matrix is being effected somehow. Perhaps if I reconfig--" The EMH suddenly twitched and started "convulsing" in and out of a staticky nimbus. "Be-tt-e-r h--u--y, lieut---t!" he warned. ::Cascade failure. Hmmm. Perhaps if I run a diagnostic on your matrix using a biobed filter...:: B'Elanna hurried over to an empty bed and fired up the sensors on its board. She set him down on the pillow... The EMH felt "unwell". ::Impossible!:: he thought. He laid down, weaving like a drunken sailor. B'Elanna looked up from her bedside screen, "Internal sensors show nothing wrong with you, doc." The EMH went ballistic. "Nothing wrong! Just look at me, I can see eye to eye with, with, with... a cockroach presently. I-I... I Ah,..ah choo!!!!" he erupted in a huge sneeze that contorted his miniscule face. Both of them blinked in surprise. ::A cold?:: That wasn't a direct program modulation. It was something that someone had to write for the holomatrix mainframe in order to manifest live... Or was it? Just then, the computer came on, >#Voyager is no longer moored. Holding impulse stationing.# Unbeknowst to B'Elanna and the holodoc, HOME had released Voyager from its interior body cavity. With jerking cartoon-like expansions, the EMH grew to normal size. First a leg, then an arm,.. until finally, he was fully restored, although somewhat "rumpled". His face was damp with holosweat and he gasped, "How horrific." B'Elanna smirked, "So,.. it was the 8472 ship's dimensionality that caused your malfunctions.. Interesting...." "Not when you're the one living it..." the doctor coughed. "I feel like a landrover just ran over me..." B'Elanna punched a button. A cool, holographic towel materialized draped over his forehead. "This should help..." She left his bed and moved over to the captain's. Janeway was sleeping peacefully from what B'Elanna could see. Her features were relaxed and rested. Immediately, the half Klingon felt some of her tension ease... "Rest easy, captain. Tom and I will mind the store until you return...." she leaned down and put a hand on her shoulder. "Get better soon..." Kathryn didn't react to the contact. That started to make B'Elanna nervous.. Things weren't approaching normal yet, not by far.. She made her way to the exit, "Gotta get back to the bridge now,.." On the next bed, the doctor childishly remarked, "What about me? You can't leave me like this.. my matrix might crash again..." "Take two aspirin and call me in the morning....." came her reply. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Several hours later, the EMH was back to normal. He was making his rounds in the medical bay where the captain and the counselor lay. He had long ago tended to their wounds and assorted bruises. They were, physically, completely healed. Dr. Bashir was still snoring in the next room. The holodoc had decided to let him be for now. After all, the man had gone through no small trauma of his own in the cargo bay after his own strange out of time arrival. The EMH imagined that appearing ankle deep in carnage might have detrimental effects on someone even with medical training. And there might be temporal stress effects that needed to be buffered with his long rest.. Those bodies were all now in the morgue and all the decks at the site scoured by transporter beams. No trace of blood remained. There was a lot of work that needed to be done about them. However, the autopsies would have to wait.... until such time that the ship ever stood down from its current red alert status. An electronic tone sounded over the captain's bed. She was awakening.. The EMH hurried over and ran a tricorder scan. ::Hmm. Early trans-Bueller cortical waves. Strange.:: Kathryn opened her eyes, muzzily.. Her vision swam until she took in the doctor smiling widely at her. Everything was fine about him,.. his size, manner...... Right down to the gecko on his left shoulder.... ::?!??:: she thought. "D-Doctor..am I all-- all right?" she whispered. He rejoined, "For this stage in the game.. You're passing with flying colors." "Then why--" she broke off, startling at a moving lump under her bedsheets. She heard whimpers and a wet nose emerged from underneath. It was a red puppy... "Molly...." Janeway melted. She reached out and drew the tiny irish setter close into an embrace. "Oh, my little one..Where did you come from?" Her eyes teared in joy and simultaneous sadness.. "You shouldn't be here at all.. You should be with Mark and Phoeb--" "Captain,.." the doctor interrupted. He saw nothing at all next to her. She seemed to be cradling a bundle of air.. "Can you hear me?" Janeway looked up in warm emotional pain, "Yes.... Isn't it wonderful? I have her back.... Safe..." She paled and her eyes unfocused. Her vital signs slipped into a pre-coma plateau and she drifted off into unconsciousness once more.. ::Uh, oh.:: the EMH thought. ::Trouble in paradise.:: He summoned Dr. Bashir.. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Together they worked to revive Janeway into a wakeful state. But oddly, they were met with consequent failures. The captain would come to rambling about spirit guides and Molly only to slip back under a minute later... Bashir was very frustrated. During one episode she said,........... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: The EMH is dimension sick and tirades from a biobed... Audio: A harried, falsely cheerful Julian responds to a groggy Kathryn's hallucinatory observation.. Janeway : "I'm...alive......" Dr. Bashir : "No self diagnosis, please. I'm the doctor here." **************************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] An Alliance is Forged Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2000 14:01:14 -0500 %K'Ehleyr glanced down at the console, still holding her phaser at %the ready. "Someone is %hailing us," she stated calmly, "In a shuttle that's from Voyager!" Joran ran another hailing sequence as the small shuttle bucked and jerked under him. He was confident in his navagation abilities to make it through the various eddies that surrouned the planet that they were now aproaching rapidly. ::What in the...when did I become such a great pilot?:: Joran frowned and shook the thought away, concentrating on bringing the small shuttle into land. As the craft decended through the stratasphere Joran eased the reverse thrusters off and on to bring the craft slowly through into the atmosphere and down to the planet bellow. **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Safe harbor.... Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2000 17:54:35 -0500 Paris watched the view screen as the sensor probe hurdled off into the greenish peach goo (space if I am wrong). "Data, tell me when we get anything from the probe, I'll be in the captains ready room." He walked down and into the ready room, he stopped for a moment as the doors swished open. A minute later he was standing by the windows, watching the green goo (stars if I am wrong) fly by. ::I'm finally doing it, no chakotay around to restrain me, I'll prove to the captain I can handle command:: =^= "Data to Paris, we are receiving telemetry" =^= Paris rushed out of the ready room," yes, what have we got?" he walked up to the sensor station, a small solar system with one type M planet. A few hours later they entered the system.... **************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Breadcrumbs and a contact. Date: Thu, 06 Apr 2000 17:43:01 SCT >=^= "Data to Paris, we are receiving telemetry" =^= > >Paris rushed out of the ready room," yes, what have we got?" he >walked up to the sensor station, a small solar system with one type M >planet. > >A few hours later they entered the system.... The 8472 was restless.::This is rock chain of worlds, yess, in cold space. The Othermind scents here long ago and not now.:: It told "Seven" so in a telepathic message. ::The tiny home was here, yes, and landed. I scents trail of "Q". It is here no more in the now. Otherminds of new scents stronger.:: Seven startled.::Another race is on this planet ahead?:: 8472 shifted, ::Just Rock warrens, yesss. Peoples lives in ground. Peoples no scent there in the now. I release Home to leader "Paris" The viewscreen gave way to normal space as they left the harbor sea in Fluidic space. A planet lay below them. Scans indicated Q's trail had gone there and then had left after only a few days. Seven wondered why he had stopped here in the first place. The computer announced a development, #Detecting low level tetrion beam two point five kilometers below the surface.# ::8472,:: Seven asked, ::Is Q here now?:: The Speaker faced her, ::Not this Rock in the now. He scents as moving toward Otherplace, "two weeks" distant. :: Seven looked to Paris, "It would be an asset to investigate this world if Q has been here before." she said. 8472 suddenly writhed, ::AHH!! "Janeway" is hurts! Peoples energy beam hits Home in the now.. The "Tetrion" tooth bites!!:: There was an urgent call from sickbay. It was the EMH, =^=Doctor to the bridge. The captain is worse.. She was hallucinating a few minutes ago and is now in a coma. We can't wake her. What's going on up there? Captain Janeway is being seriously effected and we can't stop it!=^= *************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Breadcrumbs and a contact. Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 16:42:55 -0500 >Seven looked to Paris, "It would be an asset to investigate this world if Q >has been here before." she said. "Yes, I agree with you Seven, maybe we can find some clue as to why Q is headed this way." Paris pondered who to send on this mission, ::what if its dangerous down there? what if someone gets hurt?:: "Tuvok, you and Seven, B'elanna and ensign Herron will beam down to the planet, find out anything you can and be back up here in an hour." > > There was an urgent call from sickbay. It was the EMH, > >=^=Doctor to the bridge. The captain is worse.. She was hallucinating a few >minutes ago and is now in a coma. We can't wake her. What's going on up >there? Captain Janeway is being seriously effected and we >can't stop it!=^= Paris looked shocked at this news. =^= Paris to the Docter, we just entered an inhabited system, could whats going on on the planet be effecting her?"....... **************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] NOW WHAT?!!?!!?!!? Date: Fri, 07 Apr 2000 18:12:13 CDT Seven had just started to exit the bridge, when Lt. Paris snapped another order her way, now she was going on an away mission, to a planet that probably held no answers at all, and all while the captain lie unconscientious in the sick bay. ::I should be there with her:: she thought as she stopped in her tracks, waited for B'elana, Harron and Tuvok to catch up, then continued on her way to the transporter room. ::I do not think this is wise:: Seven thought to herself ::The surface has not yet been scanned for any lifesigns, I hardly doubt that the Delta Flyer is there, whats more, Lt. Paris seem concerned with nothing more than his home made ship:: Seven stopped in front of the turbo lift doors, as they slid open, she glanced at the group behind her, she was surprised that Tuvok had not raised any of these same concerns, he being just as logical as she is. B'elana seemed pre-occupied with the other matters at hand, ships systems unusual recovery most likely being top on her list. Although the arrival of the 2 new guests had been unexpected, Seven was almost glad they were here, she didn't doubt the EMH's ability to save the captain, however this Bashir seemed just as capable. Then there was Data, she didn't know what to make of him, here was a being who was more machine than herself, and at the same time in many ways was more human. An example, his "emotional" attachment to the wretched feline Spot. Making a snap decision, Seven pressed her com badge =^= Seven of Nine to Lt. Paris, request permission to stay on board=^= She waited for his response.... **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] NOW WHAT?!!?!!?!!? Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 18:22:15 -0500 =^=This is Paris=^= =^=Request permission to stay onboard=^= =^=Why would you want to stay on board Seven?.... Paris thought a moment, contemplateing his away mission. ::I guess it wouldn't hurt to keep Seven behind, Tuvok and B'elana could handle it fine:: =^=Permission granted, insted I'd like to check out the hanger bay Seven.=^= Paris sits back in the captains chair. **************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] a moment of puase Date: Fri, 07 Apr 2000 18:49:19 CDT ::The shuttle bay:: Seven thought to herself, if she had been anymore human she would have swore under her breath. =^= Lt. The shuttle bay has already been cleaned, scanned and any and all evidence has been either destroyed or removed what would my purpose be in going to the shuttle bay?=^= Seven was actually hoping to have a few spare moments to visit the sickbay and the doctor... **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] a moment of puase Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 22:01:26 -0500 >::The shuttle bay:: Seven thought to herself, if she had been anymore human >she would have swore under her breath. > >=^= Lt. The shuttle bay has already been cleaned, scanned and any and all >evidence has been either destroyed or removed what would my purpose be in >going to the shuttle bay?=^= > >Seven was actually hoping to have a few spare moments to visit the sickbaya >and the doctor... =^= There's saposed to be some sort of tempral rift down there, I might have heard B'lana wrong Seven =^= Paris thought a moment ::Do people under your command usually question your orders so often?:: He thought back to a few instances in his experience, he smiled knowingly. =^= Would you suggest something better I could have you do Seven? =^= **************************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] For the head is hollow and I have touched the Whaa?? Date: Sat, 08 Apr 2000 07:33:09 GMT In sickbay, Dr. Bashir looked up from Janeway's computer monitor, and said to the EMH, "This coma, I believe could somehow be caused by the tetrion beam emanating from the planet." "The effects of the tetrion particles, are unknown when it comes to how it effects the mind." it agreed. Bashir speculated, "Could the similarites between the conditions of both the captain and counselor Troi relate to the beam?" The comm crackled, someone on the bridge was getting really impatient. Julian tapped his combadge in reply and shouted, "Find a way to block it, now!" No one replied immediately. Things must've been a little hectic at the moment or they both would've gotten an answer back by now. Suddenly they heard a tone from the captain's biobed. Both the doctors noticed a marked improvement in her condition. The seratonin levels were returning to normal. She would soon return to consciousness momentarily. Julian Bashir added, "Is there any change in Counselor Troi's readings?" The EMH consulted his computer padd, "Yes. She's showing the same readings, however, because of her Betazoid physionomy, her return to consciousness will be slower than the captain's." The holodoc had just returned to Bashir's side when the captain slowly opened her eyes. "Captain, how are you feeling?" Julian asked. She looked up at the two doctors above her bed and said, "Cute gecko. Where did you get him?" The doctors both looked at each other in puzzlement. The EMH asked her, "Are you seeing things right now?" Bashir said, "Where are you seeing this gecko?" "Right there." Pointing to Julian's shoulder. Her eyes jumped over a meter, "Now he's on your shoulder, doctor." pointing in the EMH's direction.. The holodoc looked down in horror, "It's on me?" Bashir scanned that area with a med tricorder, "There's nothing there except your holographic field, doctor. Apparently, she's still hallucinating..." Kathryn tried to sit. The EMH restrained her and said, "Until I say otherwise, captain, you're not going anywhere." ______________________________________________________ (attachments) Image : Bashir at a terminal. Image : Beautiful spiral wave effect simulating the tetrion field.. *************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Will O' the Wisp..... Date: Sat, 08 Apr 2000 12:10:38 PDT On the bridge, B'Elanna watched with growing displeasure at Seven's attempt to subvert Tom's authoritative decision making territory. No doubt Seven had a valid point of some kind but sometimes, her nanobots and borg implants short circuited her tact meter.. She still had a long way to go to becoming fully human. Then B'Elanna double-taked. ::I see it but I don't believe it.. Tom's not blowing his top...:: >Paris thought a moment ::Do people under your command >usually question your orders so often?:: >He thought back to a few instances in his experience, he smiled knowingly. >=^= Would you suggest something better I could have >you do Seven? =^= B'Elanna's mouth dropped in astonishment. ::Oh, the blessed weight of command... Did those extra two pips actually mellowed you out oh, dearest one?:: she thought with a burst of affection for her significant other. ::I won't get involved in this one:: With an effort, she forced herself to study her readings on the tetrion beam displaying in spectrum base. It was registering in the psi range of 7.4 megajoules. And it was indeed coming from underneath the crust's surface. Inside what appeared to be a cavern. That would be one of the first places she would ask to check after beamdown. B'Elanna started running a seismic profile of the planet. Then a new communication came from the comm net, >=^=Doctor to the bridge. The captain is >worse.. She was hallucinating a few minutes ago and is now in a coma. We >can't wake her. What's going on up >there? Captain Janeway is being seriously effected and we can't stop it!=^= B'Elanna moved to investigate the problem swiftly."I should've considered the danger.. This energy beam got by the shields five minutes ago." Seven and B'Elanna frantically ran algorithm after algorithm into the shield harmonics... until finally.. the rotating effect muted the beam to only a fifteen percent penetration. >(In sickbay) Julian tapped his combadge in reply and >shouted, "Find a way to block it, now!" B'Elanna flipped on internal shields around sickbay to their highest force which, unfortunately, cut off any communication via the doctors' combadges. They would have to remember to hail using a hard wired terminal with any call in order to compensate for the block. The isolation field was spherical and ballooned outside of each sickbay bulkhead to a tricorder's eye. Everyone inside would have to site to site beam in order to leave the ward. She hoped things would reverse effects soon.. What B'Elanna really wanted was to hear from sickbay... >No one replied immediately. Things must've been a little >hectic at the moment or they both would've gotten an answer back by now. >Suddenly they heard a tone from the captain's biobed. Both the doctors noticed a marked improvement in (Janeway's) >condition. "Captain Paris," she said, "I've blocked over eighty percent of the tetrions. But communications will have to be manual into or out of sickbay. Air frequencies won't work. I have an open monitor channel linked into your side chair array if you'd like to see what's going on down there. " There was a lot of work to be done about a landing party. Surveying equipment to gather, personnel to notify in Supply to outfit them all, safety measures to plan. It was only a matter of when Paris wanted the investigation to take place. ::Maybe in the pre-mission briefing when we get our assignments, We'll learn more of what Paris needs to know.:: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- In sickbay, the EMH was relieved to see the captain awake. He moved to a side terminal. ::Ah, the tetrion emissions are down to fifteen percent. No doubt the bridge erected an isolation field around sickbay.:: He could sense it humming all around him. ::Quick thinking:: "Dr. Bashir, the bridge has isolated the medical bay. We're going to have to manually submit reports to the bridge while it is in place." Deftly, the EMH typed in the captain's status into a message screen and sent it to every station on the bridge, including to the captain's comm station. Paris would be able to read it with the touch of a button. He turned back to Janeway who was still staring at his shoulder. She looked up at them, "This gecko is my animal guide. Chakotay showed me her once on a vision quest. But how can I see her now? I am not using any trance inducer." She reached for the tiny sand colored lizard and it climbed onto her hand, watching her through light amber eyes "She seems so real." Janeway admitted to the doctors. Then it happened. The gecko "spoke" to everyone in the room. #:We who are lost greet you. From the time the Great Rend formed, I come to you now. Space craft, Mourn our destruction and heed the fate which befell us. Go seek the Learned Ones. They know the portal which leads to the Outside. Farewell.:# The eerie "message" was heard by everyone. Including the EMH. "Where did that come from?" It played itself out and began to repeat itself once more. Janeway sighed, "It's coming from the animal guide, don't you see her too?" Dr. Bashir tried something. He adjusted the band width frequency of his tricorder to emit a verteron field. He played it over Kathryn's hand.. A shimmery tan gecko materialized under the bluish glow.. It looked up at Julian as if in response. ::Remarkable:: he thought. ::This is some kind of animated message projected on psi frequencies. It has no holomatrix at all. It's acting sentient!!:: It was, most definitely, the cause of the captain's hallucinations. Then the ghostly playback message began to break up and the spirit gecko seemed to writhe under the verteron rays. It "squealed". Janeway gasped in joined pain as well. The gecko flicked out a tongue to her skin. Her pain ended as soon as it began and she went wide eyed in surprise. The strange gecko moved and jumped off onto the floor. "They're all gone. No Molly. No DiVinci. No spirit guide.. I'm free." the captain whispered. Julian followed the wraith, spotlighting its path with his improvised flashlight. The gecko melted through the doorway bulge of the isolation field out into the corridor beyond. There it MORPHED.. into Dr. Bashir.. and began playing back its repeating message as it continued down the hallway. Julian pressed into the field's wall, leaning out to see, "Wait!! Come back!!" The wraith was on its way to Deck One.. -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : A thoughtful Kathryn impacted by her experience with the psi transmission. Image : Julian in a bubbled doorway seeing his sentient doppleganger morphing. *********************************************************************** END RECAP WEEK EIGHT 04-09-2K WEEK NINE RECAP 04-02-2K (voyagerliveaction@onelist.com) ******************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Captain's Personal Log Date: Sun, 09 Apr 2000 04:01:53 PDT Captain's Personal Log Stardate 040925.6 #The Doctors have examined me thoroughly and found me physically fit although it'll take a little longer to work through the emotional impact of my experience... *sigh* ..of all things, .. Geckos?!# #I am being assigned to my quarters for a little R&R until we reach Q's last known coordinates. I plan to catch up on reading, a little holoplay and a good game or two of velocity. Let's hope I don't get itchy feet and run up to the bridge at the slightest provocation.. I'll never hear the end of it.# ______________________________________________________ (attachments) Image: Sparkling Federation of Planets seal Image: The captain in front of her log terminal looking exasperated. Image: A gecko having lunch--animated.. ************************************************************************* From: Niels van Elzakker Subject: [voyagerliveaction] long ago but still today Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 00:21:23 -0700 (PDT) Tuvok often wondered why humans and in this case a klingon had the need to let emotions get in the way of facts. He could feel her anger towards Seven when she mentioned wanting to stay on board rather then going down to the planets surface. Love was such an irrational emotion, what surprised him however was that B`elanna did not act on her emotion. Seven however seemed oblivious to what was going on. He comtemplated for a moment stepping in cause logically speaking she did have a point, there was no real need for her to join them on this mission. 8472 was still present in his mind and Tuvok was beginning to feel the strain. He had been up for nearly 48 hours now and would require some sleep after this away mission. Both to regenerate his alertness and hiss state of mind. He wondered if he even could get to sleep with 8472 present in his mind. He was also curious as to what was on the planet that was seemingly so important. He turned to B`elanna as she was frantically remodulating the shield harmonics to block out the tetrion beam. When she had completed he asked her waht the readings she had from the planet could tell them right now. Tuvok: **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] One lump...or two? Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 22:53:54 PDT >From : 'patti keiper' TANDEM POST via TELEPHONE with 'amiee fielder' The heady peat scented fog surrounding the swamp wafted into the windows on the mansion's third floor. The night breeze softly ruffled Kathryn's skirts. She could smell the rich jasmine and pine through the lace curtains as she waited.. She smoothed down her burgundy velvet bustle and tamed a stray curl behind her pearled ear lobe... Then the black marble time clock struck precisely eight fifteen. A deep brassy chime resonated through the parlor. Prescilla and Stephan pranced through the door and straight to the tea table laid out before their governess. Kathryn approved of their conduct as they properly folded the tea napkins and bundled them into their laps.. "Good evening, governess." the freckled victorian boy greeted. Kathryn smiled at him, "Your lessons have concluded so soon?" "Yes, Governess. It was a short lesson tonight in the sciences. My sister and I have learned the nature and constituents of the four sulfur groups." Kathryn poured out the sweet tea in generous measures into each of the flowered cups presented her by eager hands, "Prescilla, can you recite these four sulfur groups for me?" "Yes, governess, I can." replied the small blond girl, her green hair bow bobbing vigorously. "Sulfate, Sulfide, Sulfuric and Sulfurous.. They present in both solid and liquid humours." Kathryn recited the same silently just one step ahead of her pupil. Then she beamed, "Very good, Cilla.. our alchemists use these four groups for reactions that aid metallurgy, medicinal practices, and soil fertilization. This tea we are drinking was grown with a sulfide compound, sodium sulfide from a powder form." Kathryn added. "But enough of lessons. What would you children like to do for your free time this evening? We have a half an hour before bedtime." The governess closed her eyes, savoring the rich perfume of the ginger tea in anticipation of their answer.. Their reply was different every evening.. Stephan piped up, "My sister and I have discussed this earlier.. We shall like to........" "Challenge you to a game of velocity.. at 01300. Rec deck." a new voice interrupted. Captain Janeway opened her eyes. It was Seven, thoroughly radiant in her deep emerald skirts and matching feather hat.. Both the children burst out laughing, "Auntie Siete' ! You're here! Did you remember our presents?" "Yes, please. For our birthdays? You can't have forgotten them in America.." "I have not forgotten, children. I have your gifts." She removed her cream colored gloves and reached into her satin satchel dangling from one wrist. "OOOoooo!" came the delighted reply at the appearance of two matching brass rimmed magnifying glasses. Bright red ribbon bows adorned both of their ivory handles in festive color. Stephan and Prescilla snatched up their gifts and fled the room. No doubt they wanted to try out their new toys with the library's many books and illustrations.. The captain laughed, "Nice touch, Seven. They'll be thoroughly mesmorized for days with those. Where did you get the idea to give them as presents?" Seven took off her plumed bonnet, "The Speckled Adder,. Sherloch Holmes, Volume Nine, Chapter Two, Page ninety, Paragraph three.." Janeway was totally struck in the funny bone by her response and spilled her tea all over the white linen table cloth.. Seven calmly handed her one of the departed children's napkins, "I don't understand what you find so amusing.." ::I don't know what Tom Paris thought was so amusing either when he granted my request to not join the away team on the surface.:: The captain mopped up the mess deftly.. "Seven.. I've been thinking.. Q seems to be part of a larger picture we're not seeing yet. First, he brings us people out of history, then he suffers his mysterious weakness episode, and then he steals our shuttlecraft." Kathryn bit her lip, "He is obviously leading us somewhere.. But why? I thought he wanted everyone to come up with a solution on a way OUT of this trap. Instead, he ventures deeper into it. And the counselor, somehow, she doesn't fit into all of this. Not the circumstances surrounding her arrival, or her current medical status..." Seven offered a reason "Perhaps Q has an alterior motive." Kathryn sighed and sank back into her armchair, "Nothing is ever clear about him.." she glowered. Seven raised an eyebrow, "From your dealings with Q in the past, what have you gathered about his current actions?" The captain stood, moving next to Seven, no longer in the mood for her holonovel. She ended the program before replying, "To tell you the truth, I have never seen this kind of action on his part before. I don't know what to think.. too much has happened already for me to consider anything clearly.." "It's 01100. You must be hungry, captain. Perhaps some food would help you think more clearly." Seven stepped toward the holo deck exit, "I hear Neelix has prepared some Ioulo Root omelets. Lieutenant Heron consumed three this morning. He has survived the ordeal." "Sound endorsement and plan." Janeway said ruefully. "Give me ten minutes to change out of these. I give YOU five." Seven frowned, "I only require three minutes to assemble the proper attire." ----------------------------------------------------------------- ::What th--!!:: Janeway thought. A column of thick greasy smoke fountained ceilingward from the general vicinity of Neelix's cooking Galley. "Why have the fire suppression systems not activated?" Seven wondered. Janeway quipped, "Maybe they're used to it." She bravely grabbed a tray.. "Are you going to join me?" she asked, biting into an apple. "If only to ensure you follow doctor's orders, yes." she replied, securing a second tray. Both diners made their way over to Neelix's banquet line. Neither could think of anything to say yet to the creatively cooking shadow behind the smoke. "How about moving that velocity game up to 01200 instead, hmmm?" Janeway suggested. ______________________________________________________ (attachments) Image: Seven faces an exuberant Neelix in the Galley. Image: Neelix whips up an omelet for his onlookers. Image: Janeway contemplates eating another Neelix concoction and gets a headache considering it. ************************************************************************* From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] (unknown) Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2000 06:38:39 -0500 Tom motioned B'ellana, Tuvok, and Herron into his briefing room. He sat down in the chair at the head of the table. "ok, you three will beam down to the surface, locate the location of the tetrion beam" Tom got up, spun himself around the chair, and leaned on it. "Then you are going to try to get whom ever to go down there to turn it off, its making the captain see things, so its got to stop." "If you incounter any sort of resistance youre not required to use force to complete your mission" "Dismissed" Tom started to walk out of the room with anyone else. "Oh, one last thing, if you find any sign of Q down there, be sure to inform me." They all piled out of the room. ******************************************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: All hell bent to get there... Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2000 00:17:44 PDT B'Elanna intercepted Tom as he strode back to the center command area.. "Tom,.. I understand you want to run tight ship for the captain but I have more information to impart.. I have the results of the planetological surveys you wanted to know about; .. Well, .. seismically, we'll have no trouble. The tetrion beam is subterranean and is in a breathable atmosphere in a cavern... I have no indications yet of Q's involvement here but take a look at this.." The engineer handed Paris a schematic displaying on a data padd. The ion trace which led us here is not from the Delta Flier but from one of her escape pods.. Q never landed on the planet at all. My guess , is that he fired off the pod to throw off the tetrion beam emission targeting scanners. He probably was never hit by the beams.. Currently, we are experiencing some fluctuations on the subparticulate matter stream in the tetrion emission. Sir, it's nature has changed somehow. I can't explain it.." Just then, a simultaneous typed message from Paris's message comm flashed an urgent warning.. #Intruder en route to bridge. Drop containment in sickbay# from Dr. Bashir. Before Tom could react, the turbolift doors opened.. Dr. Bashir seemed to walk onto the bridge.. Cautiously, Tuvok and Paris drew their phasers.. ::How could he be here and send this message?:: Tom thought.. looking down at the screen.. Then Bashir "spoke" > #:We who are lost greet you. From the time the > Great Rend formed, I come to you now. Space craft, > Mourn our destruction and heed the fate which befell us. Go > seek the Learned Ones. They know the portal which leads > to the Outside. Farewell.:# The voice was NOT human but mechanized in some fashion... B'Elanna had had enough.. "Tom! Cover me!" She fired a warning shot toward the figure.. And was lanced backwards by her own phaser stun richocchet.. She fell, stunned.. In response,.. the Bashir figure stopped its playback and morphed back into the tan gecko.. #No hurt to you!!# The tiny lizard curled into a ball and froze that way.. Exterior sensors showed the continuation of the beams bathing of Voyager from the outside.. But the effect was fading rapidly.. and was soon gone as quickly as it came.. Seven beamed B'Elanna to sickbay,.. typing ahead of time to tell of her imminent arrival there.. "I am beaming B'Elanna to safety, captain!!" Tom, covered the gecko, too, with a phaser muzzle. ::Rebounded energy? That thing was NOT attacking us..it was just an accident. Is it a beacon of some kind?:: He moved to protect the ship... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: A stunned B'Elanna getting treated on a biobed. Image: Voyager is awash in a rapidly disappearing blue tetrion stream.. **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Mouser!! Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2000 15:16:19 PDT An instant after the psi message doppleganger rendered itself inert, Spot leaped into action.. ::Hungry now.:: The red tabby pinned the balled up gecko with two paws and lofted it up in his teeth, the limp lizard dangling from its mouth. Data started to say to his pet that the creature was not flesh and blood when it happened.. Spot yowled in frustration when the gecko's body dissolved into a pile of isolinear crystal chips that rained onto the carpeting in golden sparkles that blew in a mysterious wind. The fragments disappeared from view. #Tetrion emission has terminated.# the computer announced. As an afterthought, Tuvok scanned the area of carpet in front of Spot, "There is no residue present. It was never truly here." he surmised. Theories as to its purpose began to form in his head. Spot purred urgently in hunger and proceeded to weave in and out of Data's legs. Even the 8472 rumbled in sympathy. There was no more danger, Voyager was safe for the moment.. ------------------------------------------------------------------ In the mess hall, Seven had finished eating. So had the captain. She was as good as her mental word and had not contacted the bridge at the cessation of the tetrion field around her ship. She had confidence in Tom and the ability of the remaining bridge crew to keep things secure and safe.. She had read Tom's order for the away mission to the planet's surface and was up to date. He was going to send Tuvok and B'Elanna on a survey of the cavern where the tetrion beam had originated from. She wasn't convinced that Q had even been involved in that respect. Her little scaley spirit guide visitor had felt too genuinely distressed to be from his doings at all. She smiled.. Soon, the sortie mission for clues would begin planetside and then they would be off in pursuit of Q once more; and after the Klingon K'Ehleyr and that odd Dax as well. Kathryn's smile faded. This Dax was a mass murderer of the worst kind. Some of her crew was dead as a result of this Trill. Shaking her head, she looked at Seven to see if it was time for their velocity game yet... B'Elanna Torres showed up from the banquet line looking a little sheepish as she gripped her tray. She started eating one of Neelix's omelet's without saying a word. Janeway caught her nonverbal mood. "B'Elanna, What's the matter? You look a little phaser stunned..." Torres slammed down her tray in irritation and a little embarrassement, "Did Tuvok tell you about that?! Back on the bridge, I just got caught with my britches down, that's all. I'm fine.. The doctor's just cleared me and sent me down for some f--" She noticed Janeway's puzzled glance. And Seven's. ::Uh Oh. I think I just put my foot into my mouth:: Torres reasoned with a groan. "Wait a minute. B'Elanna I was referring to your mood. Did something happen that I don't know about? " the captain asked. "I'll say." B'Elanna scowled, "Your little "friend" bounced a phaser bolt back at me when I fired a warning shot at it. That's the ...last thing I remembered until I woke up in sickbay." Seven raised both eyebrows without saying a word. Janeway buried her rejoiner in a mug of coffee. She took a long swallow and then carefully chose her next words.. "I see... Is Tom still sending you on that away mission next hour?" "Don't know yet. I haven't heard from him since the docs woke me up." the engineer admitted, "I plan on heading back to the bridge as soon as I finish eating.. Captain, aren't you going to go up there as well?" Janeway sighed, "Can't. Against BOTH doctor's orders. Seven here is making sure I follow them.. But it's only until we are on Q's trail again in five more days. Then the doctors feel that my synapses will have stabilized to normal levels. As it is. I can no longer feel the 8472's presence at all. It is a symptom of the psi message's last hold on me. I tell you, B'Elanna. I'd give anything to go up there and snoop around. Just keep me posted, huh? Discreetly. Tom doesn't need me looking over his shoulder at every move.." B'Elanna grinned from ear to ear, "Yes, maam. I'll do that." She grabbed her now empty tray from the table top, rising, "Oh, and captain. Don't worry about the cat.. He's been very careful not to sharpen his claws on your chair..." Seven even smiled as Janeway nearly spit out her mouthful of coffee. Torres left smartly for the mess hall exit.. When she had gone, Kathryn turned to Seven and said,...... --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Audio : Janeway-- "Oh, what I wouldn't give for a few Borg cubes right about now. Anything for a little distraction." ****************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: It seems like we are going to die today Jim... Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2000 15:14:47 -0700 (PDT) > >"Enterprise! Enterprise!" Captain Kirk flips his > >tricorder. > >A puff of smoke comes from the console and Mr. Spock > >pulls away, "Captain we have no shield capablity and > >communications are completely down." > >Captain Kirk closes his tricorder and looks at > >Spock,"Everything seems to be completely gone. The > >only thing that we have is life support." > >Then there is another blast and Kirk falls to the ground. > >"Captain the only logical assumption is that we are > >going to die. One more blast from the Klingons and it > >will wipe us out." > > > >As Spocks states this grim fact and shooting stops > >outside. A quietness captured the ship and the > space > >was no longer plagued by the Klingon ships. They did not know they where no longer in the 22nd century or even that they were wisked away from the Enterprise...They would soon be faced with their future... ************************************************************ From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] On the People's Rock.. Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2000 11:06:56 SCT 8472 tasted the scents on the Rock beneath its feet. Home(Voyager) had sent the otherthings "B'Elana" , and "Tuvok" to the surface of the world in a sparkling transporter. The Speaker had followed using the living ship's will because it had a mystery on ITS mind. ::I no hears the technology "mind-speak". The Peoples on Home did. And I hears "Janeway" no longer. I knows not why it is. The long ago peoples of this Rock have otherknowledge I seeks. I go.:: And so IT did. Right alongside the away mission that the Leaderman had ordered to be. The "B'Elana" looked at her tricorder scan. "The emission originated from that cave opening, Tuvok. It is still registering as breathable air down there. It's safe." 8472 also tasted the truth of it. The air was good enough for the Peoples. 8472 saw the orange sky and was struck with homesickness for ITS sea place outside of the Carousel Coordinate trap IT found itself inside. IT knew that finding the way out could only be successful if IT cooperated with the Peoples on Home orbiting above them. And with these here with IT now. "Tuvok" was weary in his mind. ::MINDspeak with I's tires that Otherthing. "Tuvok", I's sees harm to you's. Do you's want I to silence us now?:: B'Elana moved toward the cavern entrance and found shattered machinery of an advanced alloy strewn there. She scanned it. "These are very old. Almost as old as the organic traces of the people who once lived here. Around two millenia in age I suspect." Tuvok agreed, thinking about what 8472 had asked while the three of them entered the cave system. "I concur. Please proceed us, lieutenant." B'Elana nodded, figuring out that Tuvok was dealing with 8472 in some way at the moment. She did not mind taking over until Tuvok was ready to do so. The air was cool and dusty with eeiry lilac phosphorescence lining the walls from veinations in the bedrock strata all around them. There was no other sign of energy traces at all. Except for the fading signature from the self terminated tetrion beam ghosting on her tricorder. An hour later, the away team found the source. It was a metallic pylon in burnished blue metal black standing about twenty meters high in a domed chamber deep inside the cave. It was now silent, its tetrion field non functioning, surrounded by the dust of the dead. It was set to detect any ship who entered its solar system. Close analysis of everything there by the away team revealed that the Originators of the tetrion based beacon had only had enough time to set up the psi message warning as a guide for other travelers before a time wave storm struck the planet's ionosphere. There were indications of a mass evacuation, hastily bundled belongings and abandoned components. It was clear that those who did not act fast enough perished. And it became all the more apparent that these shattered individuals knew who caused the disaster of the Carousel Coordinate trap. They had left this psi message array to direct others to the ones responsible.. Voyager's answers lay elsewhere. "B'Elana" straightened and got a concluding nod from "Tuvok" IT saw. "Voyager, Beam us up. We've learned all we can here. I'm afraid we've reached a dead end." Tuvok and Torres sparkled into beams that glinted off of the burnished wall of the pylon as they vanished. 8472 followed of ITS own accord, deep in thought. ::This Rock is trailess. I's seeks with the Home's peoples still.:: IT wondered what the leaderman would say about all of this. ::The "Tom" will not be hunting happy:: IT surmised. **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] On the People's Rock.. Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2000 07:57:25 -0500 Tom awaited the away team on the bridge, hoping they had found something useful down there. "Ensign, set course to Q's last known coordinates, and engage." When the away team got to the bridge Tom motioned them into the briefing room. They all sat down. "well, what did you find?" B'elana spoke up "Nothing much Tom, only the remnants of an ancient civilization, something bad happend down there a very long time ago." "Ensign Herron, any comment?" said Tom "No sir..... wish we could have stayed longer though, that tetrion generator looked very advanced, we could have gained valuable knowledge about this ancient species." "Well, that about sums it up, thanks for going down there. Dismissed" Tom went back out to the bridge. ************************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: It seems like we are going to die today Jim... Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2000 10:08:18 -0700 (PDT) Kirk gets up from the floor and he looks at Spock, "What just happened?" "Captain the Klingon ships have just disappeared." Spock raises his brow and he opens his mouth agian, "I see why the Klingons have retreated so quickly" Kirk leans over and looks out the shuttles window...what does he see before him?? A huge ship builted in Earth Federation style...It was beautiful and the curves made Kirk wipe the drowl from the sides of his lips. He was speechless. Spock spoke up, "I believe Captian this ship could pass as a Federation ship. But, this ship is larger then any ship I have seen in the Federation and it looks very advance...But, without the proper equipment I can not make a logical assumption." Kirk doesnt take his eyes off the ship. "I believe it is a Federation ship Mr. Spock but, it is not our Federation." Spock lifts his brow, "I guess that could be an explanation." then he looks around and sees that there is a planet that the ship is orbiting..."Captian there is a planet." Kirk smiles,"It orbits like a Federation ship..Well maybe we should contact this ship and they can explain why I lost my ship." Spock nods. Kirk looks at Spock,"I am glad I have my trusty tricorder, Mr. Spock." He flips open his tricorder and he turns on his Captains voice, "Federation ship! This is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise..and we need your assistance...We have no communications, our shields are gone, and we are floating aimlessly...We need your help..Can you read me??" ********************************************************* From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: It seems like we are going to die today Jim... Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2000 18:54:25 -0500 >Kirk looks at Spock,"I am glad I have my trusty >tricorder, Mr. Spock." He flips open his tricorder and >he turns on his Captains voice, "Federation ship! This >is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise..and >we need your assistance...We have no communications, >our shields are gone, and we are floating >aimlessly...We need your help..Can you read me??" > "Captain Paris" said Data "We're receiving an incoming transmission, it is on am ancient starfleet channel" Tom's eyes opened suddenly "What?" "We are receiving an incoming transmission sir" Tom sat up in his chair, ::a starfleet::. "uhh, put them through commander" >"Federation ship! This >is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise..and >we need your assistance...We have no communications, >our shields are gone, and we are floating aimlessly...We need your help..Can you read me??" "This is Ensign Paris, commanding the Federation starship Voyager" Tom stopped for a minute. ::Kirk, did I hear that right, he's dead, isn't he?:: "Data, can we get a visual on that?" Tom watched as the screen flickered on, he saw an antique shuttle, oddly shaped, and not aerodynamic at all. it was floating at an odd angle, it showed heavy damage. "Captain Kirk, did I hear you right? If I am not mistaken, aren't you....." Paris stopped once again ::maybe it would not be a good to inform a man of his own mortality at first meeting him:: "ehm, Voyager welcomes you, we'll tracter you into the shuttle bay." Paris stood up. "Tuvok, you have the bridge, Data, come with me" Tom and Data entered the terbolift. "Shuttle bay." ************************************************************************ From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Well fellows,.. meet your future..... Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2000 23:46:08 -0700 (PDT) > "This is Ensign Paris, commanding the Federation starship Voyager" > Tom stopped for a minute. ::Kirk, did I hear that right, he's dead, > isn't he?:: "Data, can we get a visual on that?" > Tom watched as the screen flickered on, he saw an > antique shuttle, > oddly shaped, and not aerodynamic at all. > it was floating at an odd angle, it showed heavy damage. > "Captain Kirk, did I hear you right? If I am not > mistaken, aren't you....." Kirk stands and he looks over to Spock..."they are Starfleet but, I did not know they left ensigns in command..." Kirk responds to Paris," Thank you, Ensign. We'll will be prepared to come aboard.." > Paris stopped once again ::maybe it would not be a > good to inform a man of his own mortality at first meeting him:: > "ehm, Voyager welcomes you, we'll tracter you into the shuttle bay." > Paris stood up. "Tuvok, you have the bridge, Data, come with me" > Tom and Data entered the terbolift. "Shuttle bay." Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock sitting as they are being pulled over to the Voyager..."it is a beautiful ship." "Yes Captian but, I would like to speak freakly with you?" Kirk smiles.."What is that Mr. Spock?" "We could be in grave danger Captain...This can be some ploy to get us aboard..." Kirk looks at Spock.."That is not logical Spock...With the looks of that ship...What benefit would they have taking us...They could have just blow us out of the sky?" Spock looks at his Captain..."hummm that is logical,Captian" "Well Spock...I have learned a few things from you." "Not enough I see." Spock raises his brow. Kirk burst out with laughter. "hummm" Spock makes a face. As the shuttle is pushed closer to Voyager they seem so small. A few moments after that..They are inside the ship...and they bump a bit as they land.. Kirk and Spock moved slowly to the door...and they had their weapons drawed just in case. And Spock of cource has his trusty tricorder out. When the door opens they see three men..One a young human male, another that looks white and dead and the other is Vulcan... Kirk and Spock exit the shuttle and they are in very old Starfleet uniforms. Spock in his blue Science Officer uniform with the puffed out pants and Kirk wearing a yellow shirt with the same style pants. Kirk does not look pass 35 and Spock the same. They approach the 3 men....... ************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Quite Logical Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2000 12:33:02 -0500 ***Starred entries are From: Naomi Gothe ***Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 12:13:44 -0700 (PDT) >They approach the 3 men....... > Tom approached the two starfleet officers out of the past. "Hello Gentlemen, I'm Ensign Paris of the federation starship Voyager, we welcome you aboard." Paris Extended a hand to Kirk, and shook it firmly. "This might seem a little strange for you, but your now in the 24th century in fluidic space. There has been a lot of strange things happening." **Kirk took Paris's hand.."I have seen lots of strange **things Ensign..It does not even feels to phase me **anymore.." **Spock salutes Tuvok. He turns his attention to Paris. Paris glances at Data. "He's from the enterprise E, which is a long way from here right now." **Captian Kirk extends his hand to Data.."Science **Officer?" Paris motioned them towards the door. "If you follow me I'll show you up to the bridge, we're approaching Q's location quickly" **"Q? What kinda race is that?" Captain Kirk makes a **face to Paris.."Is this race responsiable for the **disappearance of the Enterprise?" **Spock raises his brow..."Captian it is not the **Enterprise that has disappeared, it is us who **disappeared.." ------------------------------ A few minutes later they piled out of the terbo lift. Harry was at his station. "Data, take the helm." Tom walked down to the captain's chair and sat. He watched the view screen as the greenish orange goo oozed by. **Captian Kirk looks at the greenish orange goo...and **Spock observes Tuvok... ********************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Mano a Mano....(Hand to hand) Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2000 23:43:24 PDT From: "patti keiper" in TANDEM communication With: "amiee fielder" via TELEPHONE... The velocity disk rebounded off the far point zone near the court's gridded ceiling. Only Seven's quick phaser shot caught the whizzing disk before Janeway scored another point. Sweat pouring down her face, Janeway admitted, "Nice block. Get ready for this move." she puffed, pulling her copper athletic suit collar away from her throat. Kathryn's next winging shot spun the disk off angle directly at Seven's head. Seven dodged the disk and quickly fired her phaser in smooth reaction, "Noted. Your advance warning is unwarranted." Pinging electronically with each impact, the velocity disk careened off three point zones and headed toward the floor at Janeway's feet at high speed. "Whoa!" Kathryn gasped as she barely returned the disk off zone to Seven's end of the court grid, "What was that? Spiking is usually done in a volley ball game, Seven." she teased, "Not in velocity.." The brightly lit velocity room grid felt like a furnace to both players. Both were growing thirsty but neither the captain nor Seven were willing to admit to needing a break just yet..... "True, however. The maneuver is easily effective in this circumstance, wouldn't you agree?" Seven challenged. Kathryn hid a bark of laughter, but didn't reply. She didn't want to admit how nearly she had not blocked that last goal shot. Her eyes strayed toward the west point zone. Seven unknowingly glanced in the same direction. Then Kathryn shot backhanded, behind both of the two women without looking. The disk banked into a tricky riccochet and into the very edge of the out of bounds margin against the wall just to Seven's left, whizzing uncomfortably close to Seven's ear. "Ha!" the captain cried out as the disk flew hard. She wiped away an annoying strand of wet hair from her eyes, eagerly awaiting the response to her ploy. Seven moved, deftly shoving the captain out of her way so she could make the save... The disk never reached home. Neatly deflecting, Seven backhanded, like Janeway's last move, but ripped a spin into its trajectory.. The disk arrowed right for the captain's face like a knife. Janeway ducked and felt the disk's energy field snatch her bangs as she narrowed avoided eating it. "Seven! " she protested, "Headhunting now..huh? Why?... Getting a little fatigued are we?" Seven impatiently brushed aside a few strands of sweaty blond hair giving the captain a look that said it all, "I will not admit defeat." Janeway grinned like a hawk, "You're only two points behind. Get the lead out.. I'm just a weakling human fresh out of sickbay." she replied setting up a new shot. "Human. Species 276. " Seven voiced out loud, "Visual acuity fails them at speeds over 19 kilometers an hour." Seven's phaser whined and then the disk went ballistic. Janeway never even saw it hit a two point goal zone squarely in the center as it flew right past her in a blur. Seven didn't deign to smile, "You were saying, captain..." Kathryn's mouth flopped open in amazement but then she remembered to quickly close it, "Uh, huh....I ..ah. yeah. Good shot. Now.. it's a tie.." she grumbled. "Shall we say double or nothing this round?" The computer interrupted suddenly, #Impulse engines have gone offline. Ship is entering geosychronous orbit# Seven raised an eyebrow, "The doctor would be very disappointed in you, captain." she said, making her way to the players' bench, and her towel. "Really?" Janeway asked, following, her lead, "How so? All I did was put one itty bitty, tiny little flag on the bridge navigational terminal...." Kathryn shrugged, "To see...exactly when.. we... arrived ... so to speak." She wore a slightly guilty frown as she bit her lip at the confession. "You weren't intending to wait for "Captain" Paris's summons?" Janeway cleared her throat even as she dried it off with her towel, "Seven,.. " she laughingly chided, "Me? Jump the gun? Well,..maybe just a little." Kathryn admitted. "Shall we go? " They both headed for the exit. "Schedule a rematch. I'm really going to kick your butt next time. " She waved a finger in warning. "As you wish, captain,..Although I don't feel my "butt" is in much danger at all." Seven said evenly. They left for the changing area in haste. Both women felt the apprehension building onboard the ship. Who knew what they would find on Q's planet.. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Velocity disk right at us, with Seven below, firing a targeting phaser. Image : Janeway dodging a goal shot disk from Seven. Image : Seven, hair tousled and sweaty, addressing a towel hefting Kathryn. Image : Janeway in a velocity tunic listening to Seven. **************************************************************************** END WEEK NINE RECAP 04-23-2K WEEK TEN RECAP 04-23-2K (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) ************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: CONTACT..... Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2000 02:36:52 PDT **Starred items are From: Naomi Gothe **Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 12:45:01 -0700 (PDT) Captain Janeway was more than a little eager to get to the bottom of the whole situation of the Carousel Coordinate and Q's involvement and why he chose that particular scheme. He had obviously brought all of the temporal crew, those not indigenous to Voyager herself, for a reason. She wished the turbolift would move a little faster. Now it was the time to learn just what that reason was.. The psi message beacon was quite specific. ::Find the Learned Ones:: She wondered if the 8472's Otherminds contact memory was of these people. She hit her combadge, "Janeway to the Ensigns on Deck Six. Discontinue your repair assignment and meet me on the bridge. I want a complete report of the anomaly you've been investigating on the hanger deck. You've got five minutes.." She nodded at their mutual acknowledgement of her order. ::Come on:: she willed the lift doors... Seven beside her seemed just as anxious to be on with things. And they opened.. Captain Janeway stepped onto the upper deck above the command area. Seven followed. Kathryn started speaking without looking up right away, "Thank you Mr. Paris.. I relieve you. We have a lot of catching up t--" **Captian Kirk is standing next to Paris looking at the **view screen and Mr. Spock is watching Tuvok work.. **Mr. Spock walks over to Kirk and stands at his side **looking at the viewscreen... She stopped in her tracks....cold. "Captain Kirk?!" She gaped in surprise. "And you must be his first officer, Spock.." She approached them by Tom's position standing by the command chair, "Forgive me gentlemen,.. But it's not exactly everyday that you meet a living legend.. Or a pair of them." she chuckled, "I'm Kathryn Janeway of the Starship Voyager." **Captian Kirk smiles his charming smile.."It is a **pleasure..to meet the Captian of this beautiful ship" **He stops in his tracks to say a beautiful ship but, **::Also a beautiful captian.:: She shook Kirk's hand and returned Spock's Vulcan salute. "Glad to have you here. It's been a rough ride so far. You've been updated as to our status...?" She caught Tom's nod of affirmation. "Good." I'll surmise you've already met the rest of my crew here.. Mr. Paris, Tuvok, B'Elanna,.. and fellow time travelers like yourselves,.. **Kirk looks at B'Elanna feeling something strange about **her...He believes she can pass as a Klingon but, he **has never meet a Klingon woman. He nods to her... "Data, the Speaker, a future-time species, 8472,.. Here with me is Seven of Nine and ......Harry?!..." **Captian Kirk nods to Harry and he takes a long look at **Seven of Nine and smiles to himself taking a mental **note.. " ..You're recovered! " Janeway marveled. "Yes, Ma'am." he replied from his station at ops. She returned his warm smile. "Glad to have you back.. and glad to BE back." she said to all as she sat in the center seat. Tom ordered the computer to return command codes back over to Janeway and he took his place at the helm. Data stood respectfully by his side, holding a sleeping Spot in his arms. Kirk and Spock stood by Chakotay's chair and Tuvok remained at Science. B'Elanna was monitoring engineering activites from her bridge terminal and Seven manned tactical, tying in stellar cartography remotely to her board. Janeway regarded everyone in an all encompassing glance as she said, "Let's reiterate details, shall we?" Ten minutes went by quickly and soon, everyone was aquainted with the bizarre circumstances surrounding their present predicament. The murders, the identities of the other temporal visitors...Right down to Q's role in it all thus far. Catching up was easy using the ship's visual logs. Janeway could feel Kirk commiserate with her. His understanding was global and unique due to his being a captain as well. A working rapport was rapidly forged with him and with all crew members and passengers on the bridge.. Even the 8472 managed to link with Spock and then Janeway again in its usual communicative bond, but it released Tuvok who was fatiguing rapidly. **Captain Kirks walks over to Janeway and he sits in the **seat next to her... **"There is something oddly familier with this." Spot, the red tabby cat, remained oblivious to developments. The turbolift doors drew the captain's attention for a moment as the two young ensigns, one man and one woman rejoined their captain on the bridge. Janeway motioned them forward. She addressed them, "Ensigns, what have you discovered?" **Kirk reminds sitting next to her and he looks at the **Ensigns... The red headed young man stepped forward, "Captain, we have made some progress identifying the cause of the subspace anomaly on the flight deck.. It is indeed impeding the warp nacelle telemetry. We have impulse engines only indefinitely until we neutralize the cause." The young woman handed Janeway a data padd outlining their findings in detail. She summarized, "We managed to localize an isolating bandwidth the ship sensors could see using the magnetron scanner. There are objects arranged in a Q shaped pattern inside a retracted subspace pocket five meters in diameter. I've only managed to get silohuettes of the objects themselves and no further details..." "Let's see them.." Janeway said. The ensign pulled up a file on Janeway's chairside terminal that revealed twelve squat oblong shadows that matted "black" and absorbed all energy sources directed into them like a sponge. Janeway projected the image onto the main viewer. Seven startled. Something about the vague shapes were familiar. But she could not quite remember how ... The young man went on, "These shapes are indicative of constructs, captain, as opposed to some natural subspace phenomena spurred on by the Coordinate's effects." "Any speculations from anyone here is welcome. We're all involved." She looked at all the faces ringing hers, "Can we isolate them somehow?" the captain wondered. "Not at present." said the young woman, "We're working on it." Janeway glanced at Tuvok in particular and at Spock. She sure hoped their sound Vulcan reasoning could logic out this puzzle quickly.. She turned forward, "Tom. Activate the main viewer. I want to see what's out there." "Receiving telemetry..." B'Elanna announced in confirmation. "Onscreen." Janeway ordered.. Their surroundings sprang into view with awesome clarity.. "Well, I'll be.. there are people here after all....." she said. **Spock walks over to Tuvoks station...and he looks over **Tuvoks readings... The Speaker recognized the panorama as well. It was the planet ringed by the same technology of the civilization responsible for the beacon pylon found on the last planetoid. And Q's trail delicately overlaid a second shuttle trace down into its atmosphere..... Their trail, at long last, had come to an end..... Janeway stood, "Tuvok, bring all sensors on line. Go to red alert." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: Voyager in orbit around a stunning brown ringed world. Image: Viewer angle of a tech orbited viewscape of Q's world, Janeway and Paris in shot. Image: Janeway's concentration at the viewscreen. Closeup. ************************************************************************* From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] CONTACT..... Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 12:25:18 -0500 >And Q's trail delicately overlaid a second shuttle trace down >into its atmosphere..... Their trail at long last, had come to an end..... > > >Janeway stood, "Tuvok, bring all sensors on line. Go to red >alert." Harry worked away at his station, trying to make since of the readings he was getting. "I can't find where the flier landed exactly, Captain, but I can make a pretty good guess from their last known trajectory." he said calmly. "however the other vessel is still in orbit, no one is on board" He glanced at another screen at his station. "We won't be able to beam down, the atmosphere is too turbulent, so we'll have to take a shuttle, or land" Tom glanced back at Captain Janeway "Shall I take her down?" ::I hope that all powerful being with the oversized ego didn't do anything bad to my ship:: **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] All hands...Blue alert Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 11:47:42 PDT >>>>Tom glanced back at Captain Janeway "Shall I take her down?" Janeway gave the viewscreen one long analyzing look before she spoke, "First things first, Tom. Harry's reasoning is sound. But the atmospheric turbulence is an unknown factor in this case. Transporters are an impossibility at this point so why is that shuttle craft empty?" She noted the stolen craft's orbit and decided not to tractor it aboard. It's weapons had been disabled. It posed no threat. "Where's Dax?" she said to everyone out loud. "See if you can locate her lifesigns. And B'Elanna, scan the planet's upper atmosphere for a window. A place that is calm enough for an atmospheric entry. Not for a shuttlecraft, but for Voyager herself." The captain turned to the 8472, ::Speaker, That apparatus orbiting with us..Does it pose a threat? My sensors cannot get readings on them other than the visuals we are seeing now..:: The 8472 reaffirmed the captain's guess that the machinery bits were totally dead and inert, having been stripped by the time waves of the Coordinate. It shared that there were no "teeth" active or "Otherminds" in the orbital debris at all. ::That's a relief:: Kathryn sighed. ::Looking better and better.:: Kathryn glanced at Kirk and Spock who were carefully watching the proceedings. She caught the Enterprise captain's questioning glance, "Gentlemen, a lot of things have changed since your Enterprise days.. Voyager is capable of landfall on a planet's surface when no other options present themselves. I am considering just that." ::But what of Q? How do I know this isn't a trap within a trap?:: she thought. B'Elanna spoke up, "I am discerning a pattern in the storms, captain. Another window is opening up over a mediterranean continent. The skies are relatively calm and clear. Q's trail registers as having entered that area but then the trace breaks up around 10,000 meters altitude. " Captain Janeway fed B'Elanna's data into her own terminal, "Was the Delta Flier destroyed?" It was difficult to see for sure. "No, captain. There's no debris carrying a Federation signature. He survived the trip down." the woman answered. "Then that means we can go down there as well." Janeway whispered under her voice. ::I see no other way for us to get any answers:: She made her decision, and toggled a switch. "All hands. Prepare for a planetary approach vector. Go to Blue Alert.." The overhead comm burst into activity as orders were carried out preparing the ship for landing. Crewman called out precheck after precheck that everyone heard clearly on the bridge. Janeway nodded her satisfaction. ::8472. Can HOME pull us out if we get into trouble either in the process of landing or from on the ground? Would you be able to help the ship or crew then?:: Janeway communicated. The Speaker nodded affirmation, reassuring her that the living ship could reach any coordinate that supported life from its local dimension. It added that HOME would be waiting in a guard formation from orbit to protect Voyager and her crewman from harm. The captain was convinced. "Tom, take us through that window to Q's last known trajectory point. To where he might have landed. We're going to look around for ourselves." Tom whirled in his seat, "Course laid in. All thrusters are at station keeping. Atmospheric shields, responding. Just give the word, captain." Janeway stood, "Do it." It was not long at all before things changed.... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Voyager leaving outerspace and pluming into the Q world's atmosphere. Image : Voyager skimming over an arid land tracing the length of a single green valley.. Audio : Tuvok activating combadge.. "This is Lieutenant Tuvok to all decks. We are preparing to land the ship. Go to blue alert and report to Code Blue stations." ************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] All hands...Blue alert Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 20:58:32 -0500 >Captain Janeway fed B'Elanna's data into her own terminal, "Was the Delta >Flier destroyed?" It was difficult to see for sure. > > "No, captain. There's no debris carrying a Federation signature. He survived the trip down." the woman answered. Tom breaths a sigh of relief. >The captain was convinced. "Tom, take us through that window to Q's last >known trajectory point. To where he might have landed. We're going to >look around for ourselves." Tom whirled in his seat, "Course laid in. All thrusters are at station keeping. Atmospheric shields, responding. Just give the word, captain." > >Janeway stood, "Do it." > It was not long at all before things changed.... Tom exclaimed "Brace yourselves, this is going to be one hell of a ride." as the ship spun around to face the window of mildest turbulence. At first it seemed it was going to be easy, Tom took Voyager down slowly into the upper atmosphere. Heavy clouds whirled around ship, it was hard to see what lay before them. Suddenly the ship bucked to the side, sending Tom out of his seat. He grabbed the seat and hauled himself back up. What was on the viewscreen didn't please him a bit. The Ship had veered off course by a sudden down draft, it was spinning and headed at a not so ideal angle towards the surface fast. "oh shhi....." He exclaimed. Quickly Tom tried the level the ship before they smashed into the ground. #Entering lower thermosphere# chimed the computer. The ship shook once more, this time not nearly as bad. A few moments later the viewscreen cleared, Tom stopped the ship into a hovering position as they observed their surroundings..... ******************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Preperations Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 20:36:56 -0500 Q carefully configured the sensor console before him, creating a dampening field around the delta flyer. This would prevent Voyager from determining an exact fix on his location. He glanced out the window of the Delta Flyer at K'Heyler and Dax outside, keeping an eye on them. He still didn't trust either one of them, but he didn't have much of a choice...the nature of this planet, being at the core of the Carousel Coordinate, limited his powers, although he tried not to let that on. Q exited the ship and activated the masking field with his tricorder remotely. A sound caused him to look upward. He saw the magnificent sight of Voyager coming in and barely flying above the far off mountain range before resting down in a valley out of his line of sight near an active volcano. 'So they didn't jump to warp, ' he thought, bemused at the secret reason why he did what he had to do in laying the subspace field, knowing it was for their protection from the time eddies in the Carousel. Q and his makeshift crew had spent the past two weeks mapping the planet, trying ascertain the location of the underground base, which was heavily shielded from sensors. Q knew that the underground structure was nearby, hollowed out of cool magma tubes millennia ago. He would probably find the abducted members of his race there, along with the missing Voyager crew. Whether or not the captors were still there or the base was on autopilot, he had yet to find out. He approached the two woman cautiously, getting telemetry readings from the underground structure nearby. They had work to do. **************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] All hands...Blue alert Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 08:58:56 -0700 (PDT) Captian Kirk braced himself in Chakotay's chair. He could not believe this amazing ship...She can land like nothing in his, so far, Starfleet career, had ever seen a Federation ship land herself before. Kirk turns his head to Spock who is grabbing on to Tuvok's console. "Mr. Spock...To bad Mr. Scott isnt here to see this one?" Kirk smiles at his friend. Mr. Spock lifts an eyebrow and looks at Kirk strangly, "Yes, Captain." Kirk turns around and smiles to himself. He looks over to Janaway and then he shifts his eyes to Paris landing this huge ship.. His thoughts drifted to the Enterprise and how the hell he had ever found himself in the 24th Century with this beautiful ship that is lost in space herself. His mind felt like he just magically appeared in the 24th Century looking at the Voyager. Was it fate that the only thing they had left on the shuttle was lifesupport? Was he brought here to serve some purpose and... why?? He is 200 years behind the times here..Yes he can adjust to almost anything that is throw to him but, this time he felt like an old relic with very little imput on this mission..He wanted to have these people to explain what happened to the Enterprise or how in the hell they got here...They had no answers they were all throw here for some reason and some strange twist of fate. He felt the ship land and he glanced to the viewscreen at the planet...He called to Paris, "Good landing Ensign." He turns to Janeway, "You have a good crew." ************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: In the desert, .. on a horse with no name.... Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 13:29:55 PDT >He felt the ship land and he glanced to the viewscreen >at the planet...He called to Paris, "Good landing, Ensign." >He turns to Janeway, "You have a good crew." The Captain regarded this twenty fourth century Horatio Hornblower in a new light. She barely contained her amusement at his unknowing breach of protocol for sitting in the first officer's chair. She forgave him at once. ::My guess is that he desperately is trying to fit in. He doesn't like not being in control.:: "Thank you, captain." Janeway smiled, "I like to think so. We've been through alot together. It's not easy being stranded fifty thousand light years from home." She toggled a switch on her armside terminal and activated Chakotay's station for Kirk, who startled at its flip up rotation, but who immediately grew curious and attentive to the logs presenting there. Kathryn spoke, "Here's a complete account of Voyager's journey from Day One since we found ourselves in the Delta Quadrant, all the way up to now, in our current crisis. Ship's logs, archives, everything.. It might help you and Commander Spock get oriented to time and place more quickly, sir. I can honestly say I can use another starship captain's support, even from one who's from two hundred years out of the past. Mr. Tuvok can help you get situated with ship's systems and schematics over the next half hour. I hope you don't mind that I can't give you direct command authorization to crucial areas just yet. It's Starfleet regulation... ...234.6 of standard Starfleet protocol. Section seven,.. Paragraph 14. Any Star...." She was interrupted.. The golden shirted Kirk recited with her, word for word. ,."..fleet personnel from another Starfleet vessel of equal but disparate command rank shall defer.." Kathryn broke off, chuckling, while Kirk finished her sentence. He grinned at her while both Vulcan officers raised identical eyebrows.. ".. to that vessel's current commander. All access shall be curtailed accordingly to security level five restrictions..." Janeway was impressed with Kirk's candor and easy acceptance, "I feel like I've just received one of Boothby's wittisims." she admitted, smiling, and folding antsy hands across her lap. "Who?" Kirk asked. "A gardener from the academy. He knew all the answers, and honed cadets into the best officers in his own unique, earth bound way. He's quite a character.." "Boothby.." Kirk rolled the name over in his mouth, "I seem to remember a caretaker with that same nam--" Voyager landed with a thud, and the moment was broken. Paris announced landfall, "We're on the ground, Captain." Janeway stood, studying the viewscreen as she paced the floor in front of the viewscreen, "B'Elanna, Harry, what do we have out there? Lifesigns? " B'Elanna spoke up from her terminal, "Readings are fuzzy and short range only. But I am reading two in the detectable area. One Trill, the other Humanoid, possibly Klingon." ::Dax! and that ambassador...K'Ehleyr. Wasn't it?::Janeway thought. "Locate their coordinates exactly. Any sign of the Delta Flier?" she asked aloud. "None.. so far.. That volcano to the west is throwing off electro magnetics distortions, interfering with sensors. I can't get a good lock on Q's old emission trail." B'Elanna said. Janeway focused on the Speaker. ::8472, can you scent it? Can you find the infant Home ship?:: 8472 concentrated, :: "Flier" hides.. Its scenting close. I smells It near the steaming rock. I scents no deeper.:: it shrugged apologetically. Janeway whirled back to the viewscreen, "Near that volcano? Harry, are the lifesigns registering there, too?" The Ops officer nodded, trying to pinpoint more details. But they weren't forthcoming. Kathryn turned toward her officers, thinking aloud ::Enough of this. I'm getting tired of being the fall guy.:: Then to all, speaking clearly, " I think it's time we become part of the solution and not the puzzle. Seismic scans show the volcano to just be a smoker, it's in no danger of eruption anytime soon. However, shuttle flight is too risky due to the pyroclastic residue in the atmosphere. I'm reading that transporters are viable for up to two kilometers distant." She faced Tuvok, "Form an away mission. Everyone here is going along, even Dr. Bashir in sickbay, except for B'Elanna, Naomi Wildman, and the ensigns. Torres, you have the bridge. Keep a transporter lock on all of us. If a new storm breaks over us, I want a way out. And I want an open comm-line. Top priority. Have the doctor stand by with his mobile emitter. I want him available both shipside and with us if need be." Janeway took a deep breath, "Ensign, " she addressed the red haired man, "You're pilot grade two. Take over the conn station for Paris." ::Speaker, can you remain vigilant in the same way? Give us a safety net with HOME standing by?:: The creature nodded assurances. HOME would keep a shell of energy around Voyager in place of her own shields to protect against intrusion from the outside. The defense was foolproof. It would not impede the transporter locks. "Then let's go. Everyone, you're with me." Janeway said. "We've alot of ground to cover." An hour later, every person was fed, informed and refreshed. Janeway, Kirk, Spock, Tuvok, Data, Seven, Tom, Neelix, Bashir, and Harry were all ready. They all had tricorders and phasers, rifles and surveying supplies, safety and medical equipment, food and water rations for three days all bundled efficiently into easy toting, streamline backpacks. The ragtag group of Voyager crew and temporal officers filed out into the open of a hot, dry world, squinting in the desert sunlight filtering through the stationary atmospheric window. They were slowly making way towards the distant lifesign traces.. ------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Blue landed Voyager in a desert with her crew disembarking on search. ************************************************************* From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] Preparations Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 15:47:53 -0500 Dax eyed the klingon woman standing next to her. She could understand what Worf had seen in his first wife. K'Heyler stood next to her outside the delta flyer, having greeted her neutrally after Dax had walked up to the flyer after it set down on the planet's surface the two had worked with Q to search the planet's surface for any sign of the abducted crew and Q. The being Q had gone off too make a quick scan of the immediate area before returning to the flyer to reconfigure it to create some sort of field. Dax wondered at the secrecy, not sure if she could trust either K'Heyler or Q but glad to be alive at any rate. From her studies of the ships logs from the shuttle she knew just how far they were from Deep Space Nine. However, given the unusual circumstances so far she doubted that it would be completly impossible to return to the Alpha Quadrant given the will. Dax was secretly pleased, thought mentally exhausted. She had been allowing the memories of Jordan to take over during their breaks. Containing the sociopath in a tightly constructed web of dreams and images that led him to believe that he was still in charge. Dax had a feeling that she would need his expertise again before everything was over, and did not want to relinquish the ruse she had for all intents and purposes pulled over his 'eyes'. Turning to the klingon woman next too her she caught her eye and nodded her head once. Over the past two weeks Dax had spent time sizing the woman up, matching what she had been told to what she had seen. Jadzia was impressed and had decided to reveal herself to the other woman. Not willing to keep any more secrets from Worf's first wife. "Greetings to the Son of Mogh's first wife, you honor me to finally meet the woman that he speaks so highly of." Dax spoke to the woman in klingon, nothing but respect in her words. ********************************************************************* From: Naomi Gothe Subject: RE: In the desert, on a horse with no name.... Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 16:04:53 -0700 (PDT) > "Thank you, captain." Janeway smiled, "I like to > think so. > We've been through alot together. It's not easy being stranded > fifty thousand light years from home." Kirk smiles and he gets up from the commanders chair, "I took the closest seat I really hate being thrown around." > > She toggled a switch on her armside terminal and > activated Chakotay's station for Kirk, who startled at > its flip up rotation, but who immediately grew > curious > and attentive to the logs presenting there. He smiles.."thank you Captian." He watched at Janeway talked to him thinking to himself what a amazing woman...He admire not only her beauty but, her intellagence...He smiled as she quoted starfleet prodical to him. He went over to Tuvok and Spock for awhile and got information on how to use this 24th Century technology. He felt o.k now to seat in the chair next to Janeway and started reading about their adventures... Tuvok gave Spock and Kirk a PADD so it would be easier to read..It could be transportable so the two men could be well briefed ... Captian Kirk took the seat next to Janeway and reads. He was amazed that they have been though so much and how they stuck together like they did and he was right about what a amazing woman Janeway was. His reading was interuped by the away mission but, this is the mission he was very interested in...So he departed with the rest of the group... ********************************************************* From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Oh, dear!...not another one... Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 23:35:46 GMT Bashir found himself standing in a valley of astounding contrasts. The walls of the cliffs were the color of rust. The ground beneath everyone's feet was hard, compacted sand. Yet, near a river, the ground was covered in a brilliant green carpet of lush grass. ::This morning I was in a holodeck simulation. Now, I am fifty thousand light years from home in the company of some of the greatest Starfleet officers I've ever encountered.!:: Julian pulled out his tricorder for a brief scan of the surrounding area. The readings indicated that there was minor seismic activity only. ::That's strange.:: he thought. He began to detect an odd energy fluctuation coming from nearby. "Captain.." he shouted. "Yes, doctor?" Janeway and Kirk said simultaneously as one. The two captains looked at each other and laughed. Kirk gestured a no after you move at Janeway. She gave Bashir a nod and Julian gave his report, "Take a look at this." Julian started walking towards her and Kirk when suddenly the ground began to give way under his feet. He was sinking! Already up to his knees.. Before he realized it, the sand was up to his chest.. He began struggling for his life... He took in a last gulp of air and then he was completely engulfed under its surface.. Then Julian felt something grasp an ankle from down below. Pulling him down deeper.. ::Something's got me!:: Struggling harder, the doctor tried to break free, but to no avail. In his mind he thought, ::Great I'm going to drown in sand.:: On the verge of blacking out, his body suddenly burst out into a space and into freefall. He landed hard fifteen feet down in pitch blackness onto his head. Something soft and dry broke his full impact. The doctor sat up violently choking on gritty sand. He couldn't breathe in at all. His throat was completely clogged. He caught a brief glimpse of a long tunnel of glowing crystals and the nature of the cushioning object. It was a dessicated corpse. Morbidly, he thought. ::At least I won't die alone.:: Then he keeled over, unconscious, giving up the impossible task of drawing breath.. ****************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Oh, dear!...not another one... Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 19:44:43 -0500 >>Then Julian felt something grasp an ankle from down below. >>Pulling him down deeper.. ::Something's got me!:: >>Struggling harder, the doctor tried to break free, but to no avail. >>In his mind he thought, ::Great I'm going to drown in sand.:: >Harry turned around at the sound of Julian's yelp, he leaped with >desperate speed trying to grab Julian before he was too far down, he >landed 5 inches too short. >Tom was close behind him, holding on to his legs. "Harry, what are you doing?" >Without thinking twice he dragged himself forward and reached down >into the quicksand, the ground underneath his chest gave way, he was sinking. >Harry struggled franticly to get back up to land. Tom was trying to >drag him back out, but to no avail, the sand dragged him in, and he >was gone almost instantly. >"Harry...Harry....." Tom said in a soft voice. >Silence fell on the away team.... >Meanwhile >Harry Kim fell out of the cealing of the cave, landing hard on the >ground next to Bashir and something else that was lying on the >ground. The cave smelled bad, Harry didn't really want to know what >he was smelling. >Thinking quick he slapped his comm badge. >=^= Ensign Kim to away team *choke*, we ..chhhhh... 'wn here, we seem >to be in some sort of cave under the sand, it seems artificially >created......chhhhhhh....... this could not have occurred naturally. >=^= >Tom tapped his comm badge =^= We're reading you Harry, but not very >clearly. =^= >Harry had a hard time hearing Tom's reply, there was heavy interferance. >"We gotta beam them out of there" said Tom. >Down below.... >Ensign Kim reached for his rifle, it wasn't there. ::Must have dropped it:: >He waited for a few more minutes. >=^= Janeway to Kim, we can't beam you out of ....chhhhh...., you'll >have to find another .....chhhhhh.... =^= > Kim glanced at Julian, seeing he had lost is phaser as well. >=^= I "volunteer" Tom to come with us capt....chhhhh.... I'm not >sure, but it looks like the'....chhh...hhhh.... 'ight be inhabited, >Bring a few phasers Tom. =^= >Tom glanced at the captain for permission..... *********************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: The hungry earth..... Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2000 20:06:00 PDT >>Then Julian felt something grasp an ankle from down below. >>Pulling him down deeper.. ::Something's got me!:: >>Struggling harder, the doctor tried to break free,but to no avail. >>In his mind he thought, ::Great I'm going to drown in sand.:: >Harry turned around at the sound of Julian's yelp, he leaped with >desperate speed trying to grab Julian before he was too far down, he >landed 5 inches too short. "Bashir!" Janeway shouted. Everyone heard the sounds of an avalanche from the gaping hole the doctor had fallen through. "Stay back everyone!! It could cave-in even more!" she warned, pushing those nearest behind her. Tuvok had already gotten out a rope and flung it hastily into the hourglassing funnel of cascading sand. Kirk understood immediately, "Doctor! Grab onto the rope!" he shouted, taking a firm grip onto its end. Janeway and the others flung themselves onto their stomachs each grabbing hold of the lifeline, ready to pull Harry and Bashir clear. > Tom was close behind him, holding on to his legs. "Harry, what are you doing?" >Without thinking twice he dragged himself forward and reached down > into the quicksand, the ground underneath his chest gave way, he was sinking. Then Seven spoke, looking up from her tricorder, "That won't work. He's too deep! Three meters,...no,..five meters down." she looked up. "His fall has stopped. There's a cavern registering beneath us.." >> The doctor sat up violently choking on gritty sand. >>He couldn't breathe in at all. His throat was >>completely clogged. He caught a brief glimpse of a long >>tunnel of glowing crystals and the nature of the cushioning >>object. >> >>It was a dessicated corpse. >> >>Morbidly, he thought. ::At least I won't die alone.:: >>Then he keeled over, unconscious, giving up the >>impossible task of drawing breath.. >Harry struggled franticly to get back up to land. Tom was trying to >drag him back out, but to no avail, the sand dragged him in, and he >was gone almost instantly. >"Harry...Harry....." Tom said in a soft voice. >Silence fell on the away team.... Tom hit his combadge, =^=Paris to Voyager. Two for emergency beam out. Dr. Bashir's coordinates!=^= Tense seconds rolled by.. then.. An ensign replied, =^=I'm sorry. sir.. All we got was his combadge. He must've been separated from it.=^= ::Oh hell...:: Kathryn swore. ::State of the art starship technology, .. And what good did it do me, huh? Absolutely NOTHING..!!:: she fumed. Kirk had just broken out a phaser rifle to blast a new way in, when the monitoring tricorder's life sign tones changed. "It's Bashir. He's in trouble." Neelix updated. "His lifesigns are weakening." The notes grew soured. "He's quit breathing." "Damn it! Doctor, you're not making this easy for us." Janeway shouted., "Tom, get the medkit out. We're going to need your medic training." She sank onto her knees before the hole. "That's IF we get them out of there." She hissed in frustration. The away team milled just outside the soft earth, not daring to go nearer the growing hole. It seemed they were horribly out of options. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- >Meanwhile > Harry Kim fell out of the cealing of the cave, landing hard on the >ground next to Bashir and something else that was lying on the >ground. The cave smelled bad, Harry didn't really want to know what >he was smelling. >Thinking quick he slapped his comm badge. >=^= Ensign Kim to away team *choke*, we ..chhhhh... 'wn here, we seem > to be in some sort of cave under the sand, it seems artificially >created......chhhhhhh....... this could not have occurred naturally. =^= >Tom tapped his comm badge =^= We're reading you Harry, but not very >clearly....=^= Then the helmsman's voice changed..=^=The Doctor! Check him, Harry!! He's in troub--!=^= >Harry had a hard time hearing Tom's reply, there was heavy interferance. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the sun's heat. "Perhaps I can help, captain.." Data stepped forward, peering into the sand eating hole. He was holding the end of Tuvok's rope. "I believe my structure can safely traverse that distance." Neelix spoke, "You don't know what is down there! You could be trapped, too." Data returned a reply, "I do not need to breathe air, Mr. Neelix. I am in no danger." Captain Janeway's face was filled with indecison, "Data. I'm not asking you to risk your safety for anyone. We still have some time to find another way! We could send the EMH... Use 8472...." "No, captain. That will take too long. I see no viable way to secure the rope in a hurry. However, I am too heavy for the away team to pull back up. I will find another way to the surface. Get ready to haul the doctor to safety." the golden eyed android said firmly. Data leaped into the hole.... > "We gotta get them out of there" said Tom. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Down below.... >Ensign Kim reached for his rifle, it wasn't there. ::Must have dropped it:: >=^= Janeway to Kim, we can't beam you out of ....chhhhh...., you'll >have to find another .....chhhhhh.... =^= =^=The Doct--!=^=she shouted again. >Kim glanced at Julian, seeing he had lost is phaser as well. ::But why is the doctor so silent?:: Kim wondered, He was still dizzy from his fall and confused, and he said,.. >=^= I "volunteer" Tom to come with us capt....chhhhh.... I'm not > sure, but it looks like the'....chhh...hhhh.... 'ight be inhabited, > Bring a few phasers Tom. =^= >Tom glanced at the captain for permission..... "Tom ! Harry must be still be stunned." she cried. Janeway ordered, =^=Ensign Kim.. See to the Doctor..! His vital signs are failing.. Data's on his wa-- We've got to rescue the Doctor first=^= ----------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Audio : Harry-- "Voyager to Janeway." Janeway-- "Go ahead." Harry-- "We've got problems here." ********************************************************************** END WEEK TEN RECAP 04-26-2K WEEK ELEVEN RECAP 04-26-2K (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) ************************************************* From: "Catherine Cegla" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] Preparations Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 13:09:31 -0500 > Turning to the kligon woman next too her she caught her eye and nodded her > head once. Over the past two weeks Dax had spent time sizing the woman up, > matching what she had been told to what she had seen. Jadzia was impressed > and had decided to reveal herself to the other woman. Not willing to keep > any more secrets from Worf's first wife. > "Greetings to the Son of Mogh's first wife, you honor me to > finally meet the > woman that he speaks so highly of." Dax spoke to the woman in klingon, > nothing but respect in her words. K'Ehleyr raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You flatter me. Why?" she asked, not moving her gaze from the woman she knew only as Dax. She spoke the Klingon language, knowing it would benifit her in several ways. For one, she would be able to tell just how much this woman knew about her customs and culture. For another, if she came to trust this woman, they would be able to speak in a language only B'Lanna should be able to decipher, truly confusing anyone else. It was the old language, traditional and honorable, and few knew it outside the Klingon homeworld or high houses. She remembered Worf mentioning the being Q thought it sounded like the barking of dogs and refused to understand it. It could prove to be most valuable. She waited for the other woman's reply, seeing the same look in blue eyes as she wore in her own. ::There's more to her than it may seem. She's definitely cunning, that is plain to see from her escape from the ship, but she also has a little something else. Something else that I believe a certain 'Son of Mogh' would find admirable, if not attractive. Just how well does she know Worf? And why was she referring to me as his *first* wife?:: *************************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The hungry earth..... Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 11:47:34 -0700 (PDT) Spock stood silently thinking of a logical solution to this sitution. He watched Capt. Kirk and Janeway as they try to pull the doctor and Ensign Kim out. This to him was so much like Jim...He always had to get right in there and get instant results... Spock thought of Data, Tuvok and Seven..He know they together would have the greater strength but, it would be illogical to pull them out if something grabbed the doctor and Kim out..He holds his chin in his hand and thinks. It would be logical within a few minutes Jim would come over and asked for his imput. It was only logical.. Spock looks at Tuvok, "Illogical" as Kirk and the others try to pull the men out.."I believe that we need to look for another enterance...If it is a cave of some sort there must be a way in." Kirk walks over and looks at Spock..."I need your imput." Spock looks over to Tuvok and raises a brow..."I believe that we need to look for another enterance...If it is a cave of some sort there must be a way in. but, Captian I think that maybe too late unless it is very close.." ***************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] Preparations Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 15:13:31 -0500 %K'Ehleyr raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You flatter me. Why?" she asked, %not moving her gaze from the woman she knew only as Dax. Jadzia remained still as she replied, "Worf has often spoke highly of you, and though I have never met you before I am impressed by your determination. The Son of Mogh would be honored to see how you have carried yourself during a time that is certainly nothing but trying." Dax raised an eyebrow as she sensed Q moving out of the flyer and walking once more around the ship. The trill remained silent as she carefully studied the Q's movements while he made his way around the perimeter of the flyer and back, checking the integrity of the shield. Frowning in a very human way the being known as Q walked back up the ramp and into the flyer once more, intently looking at a reading on his tricorder. Jadzia turned back to the woman before her and awaited her reply. **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The hungry earth..... Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 13:46:33 PDT >Spock looks over to Tuvok and raises a brow..."I >believe that we need to look for another >enterance...If it is a cave of some sort there must be >a way in. but, Captian I think that maybe too late >unless it is very close.." >"Maybe not" Kirks looks at Janeway,"can the Voyager >scan the area and look for another enterance?" > Janeway didn't even look up at the Enterprise captain. "I've already considered that, captain. We didn't even know these subterranean pockets were here and Voyager's sitting right on top of them." She hooked a thumb to the saucer looming almost over their heads. "The sensors are being deflected some how. As you see, communications are sketchy even from fifteen feet away...I was surprised the transporter locked on what it had a few minutes ago." She stood, hitting her combadge once more, =^=B'Elanna! I am tossing a white noise emitter into the hole. Scan for its scattering emissions! Then try to broad band scrub a communications path to that specific area. I want to know what's going on down there.=^= She tapped Neelix on the shoulder to see the tricorder readings on Bashir. They were not good. He had been nonbreathing for almost two minutes now. Janeway was no doctor, but she knew Bashir would start to suffer brain damage from lack of oxygen in another two minutes.. ::Why doesn't Harry answer?:: she thought. ::And Data should've descended to their level by now...Maybe the avalanche separated Data from Harry and the doctor.:: She turned to Kirk. "I hope you have an option I don't know about because I'm fresh out of them." ************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The hungry earth..... Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 19:48:11 -0500 Harry looked at the doctor, franticly he tried to revive him. He does the usual medical emergency procedures. He waited a minute, the doctor suddenly choked a lot of sand up, and started breathing again. Harry sighed in relief, the doctor wasn't going to die after all! he'd saved him. But the doctor was still unconscious. ************************************************************************ From: "patti keiper" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The hungry earth..... Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 21:12:22 PDT >Harry looked at the doctor, franticly he tried to revive him. He does >the usual medical emergency procedures. He waited a minute, the >doctor suddenly choked a lot of sand up, and started breathing again. >Harry sighed in relief, the doctor wasn't going to die after all! >he'd saved him. But the doctor was still unconscious. An iridescent marker disk emitter, spraying light and heat and white noise suddenly dropped to the dusty floor of the tunnel.. It was an orientor for aligning communications and sensors. ::What th--??:: Harry thought. Then there was a loud crackle from his second combadge, and a voice came through amazingly clear.. =^=Mr. Kim!! Can you hear me?=^= It was the captain. B'Elanna's jury rig had worked. Communications were completely unimpeded from the away team party on the surface to Harry below. There was no sign yet, of Data.. =^=Ensign...Report!=^= **************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] The hungry earth..... Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2000 19:16:31 -0500 > Then there was a loud crackle from his second combadge, and a voice came >through amazingly clear.. =^=Mr. Kim!! Can you hear me?=^= >It was the captain. > >B'Elanna's jury rig had worked. Communications were completely unimpeded >from the away team party on the surface to Harry below. > >There was no sign yet, of Data.. > >=^=Ensign...Report!=^= it took a few minutes for Kim to respond. =^= Kim here, the Docter is breathing, but still unconscious, we need to get him out of here. =^= Harry heard something else breathing heavily, it wasn't the docter... it was something else. He looked down the crystal lined passageway in the distance, and saw a shadow fall against the side of the passage. **************************************************************************** From : 'patti keiper' Subject : Creepy characters.... Date : 02 May 2000 01:57:22 GST TANDEM POST via CHAT ROOM with "cassidy meyers" AND "patti keiper" >=^= Kim here, the Docter is breathing, but still unconscious, we need >to get him out of here. =^= Above, Janeway straightened. She eyed everyone ringing the hole. =^=Good work. Keep him stabilized. We're lowering a medkit to you now.=^= The captain watched as Paris and Kirk manned the line with the medical equipment. In short order, Kim had the supplies. It contained the hypospray stimulants that would bolster Bashir out of his shock. There probably would be complications from his aspirating sand into his lungs. But, at least, they had more time to devise a way to get him out of the hole. Tom looked as relieved as Kathryn felt. He grinned. She thought, ::Another close call. Too many for one month's time.:: She crouched over the cave-in once more and tapped her combadge again. =^=Janeway to Voyager. We've rescued the doctor. We're working on a way to expedite him to sickbay. In the meantime, see if you can localize any details about this region. I want to know why we haven't been able to scan anything underground. Even with a hole opened, nothing's registering.=^= She knew B'Elanna, on the bridge, in command, wouldn't stop until she had found the cause of the sensor block. Circumstances seemed unlikely that the situation would change soon. Any exploration would have to be on foot using eyes and ears and a little ingenuity. It was all so odd. All of that orbiting mechanized debris were signs of an advanced civilization. Yet nowhere were there signs of anyone being close at hand. Except for their rough estimation of K'Ehleyr's and Dax's lifesigns readings from earlier by the smoking volcano. The captain was glad that the mountain was no eruption threat. It looked very endstage even to Tuvok. The lay of the land suggested that the hot spot in the planet's crust in their area had long since moved on out to sea. The volcano was as good as dead. It's electromagnetic field still pulsed in defiance, confounding Voyager's sensor sweeps in waves. Kathryn motioned for the rest of the away team to gather around her. "I know this has been unexpected. I certainly didn't count on having problems arise underneath Voyager's own shadow.. But, we've got to come up with a way to free Harry and Dr. Bashir. I want scouting parties to fan out in three directions. Captain Kirk was onto a sound idea. There may be other entrances leading below. Set your chronometers. Meet back here in a half an hour. I'll stay here with Seven to maintain contact with our buried crewmen. Take all precautions to safeguard yourselves and your technology. We know nothing about this planet. You've all been briefed on Q's group and their last known appearances. Keep an eye out for them. They're the reason we came here. Move out." The captain watched as the others departed. She grew ansy. It was never a good idea to split up an away team. But there was no other option open to her. She raised her tricorder and saw the two lifesigns waver in and out of range, ghosting as real and then not. The interference was back, in force. The captain noticed that Seven, too, was showing signs of being a little anxious as well... She attempted to lighten the situation by saying... OOC-(out of character) -------- (Listen to audio clip) ;) Too funny... BIC-(back in character) ------- Rolling her eyes, Janeway brushed sand off her trousers. She sighed and turned to the work at hand. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- On the bridge, things were bustling. B'Elanna was in the center seat coordinating the efforts to carry out Captain Janeway's last order. The Speaker was swaying in agitation as it kept contact with the away team. Spot, the feline, was not content. He had paced continuously as soon as he saw Data leave the bridge. ::My person is gone. Why? I just found him:: 8472 quested a bit to the small life ::I senses your people is not alone. "Spot" smells fear for no thing real. Come. Speak with the leading "B'Elana" for I's:: The red tabby regarded 8472 solemnly but did it's bidding. It was not everyday that he had a chance to "speak" with persons. Spot leaped up into Torres lap and nuzzled her neck. The "Speaker" began, ::B'Elana Otherthing, I's gets HOME to scents the rock warrens holding the "Harry" and the "Bashir". I's tells it's shape to you in twenty body lengths circling. I sees only where sun's touch is warm air:: It conveyed a rough map into Torres head of the approximate nature of the tunnel and adjacent chambers surrounding the cave-in. Then it stiffened. ::An Other is near the Harry! I know it not!:: It was an intruder! >Harry heard something else breathing heavily, it wasn't the docter... >it was something else. >He looked down the crystal lined passageway in the distance, and saw >a shadow fall against the side of the passage. -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : The Speaker "presents" a map to B'Elanna. Audio : Janeway- "Have a seat." Seven- "I prefer to stand." Janeway- "I keep forgetting." ******************************************************************* From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Creepy characters.... Date: Wed, 3 May 2000 07:19:49 -0500 > > >It was an intruder! > > > >Harry heard something else breathing heavily, it wasn't the docter... > >it was something else. > > >He looked down the crystal lined passageway in the distance, and saw > >a shadow fall against the side of the passage. > Harry glanced around quickly, he did not have a phaser to defend himself with, if this was a hostile life form he'd be dead. He spotted a small alcove in the wall of the cave, it was just at the right angle not to be seen by the door. Harry quickly dragged the doctor into the alcove, and pressed himself against the wall, hoping he'd not be noticed. The creature entered, it was humanoid, waring a brown cloak, it was holding some sort of energy weapon in its hand. Harry held his breath as it walked out into the middle of the room, the thing looked around. It glanced at right at Harry for a moment, but didn't see him. It turned around and headed back out where it came from. Harry breathed a sigh of relief... ****************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Creepy characters.... Date: Wed, 3 May 2000 13:00:19 -0700 (PDT) Captian Kirk and Mr. Spock left the rest of the party. They walked around a near by hill.. "Captain, why do you think they're would be another enterance here?" Spock asked.. "Spock, if there is a cave there is a enterance..and we are going to find it.." Kirk jumps over a rock.. Spock notices a opening on the side of the hill..."Captain?" Kirk smiles and walks by and slaps Mr. Spock's shoulder..."lets go check out out.." Kirk pulls out the 24th Century phaser for his hostler.. Spock does the same.."Aye Captian.." The two men approach the cave and walk inside..... **************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The unforgiving sun... Date: Sun, 07 May 2000 08:31:18 PDT Captain Janeway squinted into the sun's rays. The waiting was growing intolerable. It had been almost a full ten minutes since the away team had split into three parties to search for a way down into the mysterious tunnel after the injured Dr.Bashir and Harry.. She had heard no communication from him since the short message that the young Deep Space Nine officer had been rescued from choking.. Voyager's shadow no longer shielded those around the gaping cave-in hole. And it was hot.. Kathryn almost wished for the wind to shift the smoking volcano's plume over the red star's burning place in the greenish sky. It stood to reason that they were not alone on this planet. For one, Q was here, with K'Ehleyr and Dax,.. somewhere nearby. They had the same goal as the wayward Voyager crew, to escape the Carousel Coordinate's Bermuda Triangle like grip. It was puzzling why she had been led to this world. Not much was evident above ground at any rate. No signs of buildings or fields or even roads... Maybe the hapless Harry was on to something when he reported the subterranean tunnel beneath their feet. The captain could use some counsel right about now. Data had departed some time ago and had not been heard from since. He had pursued the Doctor's falling path down into the strange tunnel after him. Things were happening too slow. Kathryn'd give anything to be in the thick of things once more. It was easier that way. The lifesigns were still manifesting in their fitful way on her tricorder in spotty static pulses. Their origin never really being pinpointed. But they were most definitely, Klingon hybrid and Trill. Of Q, there was no sign. She startled Seven by standing up once again by the hole and shouting into the sky,.. "Q! It's your party!! Answer the damn doorbell!! I'm knocking!!" Far across the plain, next to the Delta Flier.. Q looked up from his work. He thought out loud and its range swept wide to encompass Kathryn's mind. It touched her thoughts. _____________________________________________________________ (attachments) Image : Q looking up from outside flier near an open conduit panel and smiling at us. Audio : Q--"She's quite the little spitfire now isn't she?" ********************************************************************** From: Matthew Joseph Savelkoul Date: Mon May 8, 2000 2:30am Subject: Inter Twine Q looked up from the modifications he was making to the sensor array. He heard Janeway's thoughts, even out here...'She would do well to hone her psychic abilities,' he thought, 'That is if we ever get out of this in one piece,' he added. Finally, the sensor grid was in place. He got a lock on the underground structure, pinpointing it's location exactly. He motioned for K'Helyer and Dax to come near him. They cautiously approached. Q thought for a moment, hesitiated, then sent Janeway the coordinates telepathically. 'That's why they are all here in the first place,' he thought. Dax looked at him, puzzled. "Why are we waiting around?" Q looked up at the Trill, "There are many hidden traps between here and the base. The temporal distortion is too great for me to teleport us there. Janeway and Co. will go first...pave the way, so to speak, for us." He grinned and got back to modifying the transporters so they could eventually beam near the entrance of the underground complex. ******************************************************* From: patti keiper Date: Thu May 11, 2000 6:43pm Subject: Re: Intertwine.. >Q looked up at the Trill, "There are many hidden traps between here and >the base. The temporal distortion is too great for me to teleport us >there. Janeway and Co. will go first...pave the way, so to speak, for >us." He grinned and got back to modifying the transporters so they could >eventually beam near the entrance of the underground complex. Kathryn staggered, suddenly dizzy. She caught a flash of presence from Q and, mindfully aware of its origin,.. commited every detail to memory. It was a route which lead to the heart of the tunnel network beneath their feet. And an entrance was not too far away. Kirk and Spock had wandered toward that direction a short time ago. Laced within the subterranean planetary map was a broader one of Voyager and HOME's position within the Carousel Coordinate and this planet's location within a lavendar grid as construed by a computer program Q had been working on earlier set inside one of the Delta Flier's algorithms. This new map glowed eerily on Janeway's tricorder. "Captain?" Seven asked, grabbing her arm. "I'm all right. Q just left a calling card. As soon as the away team returns, we have to rendevous with Captain Kirk and Spock. I believe they are on the right trail after all." She made sure the signal enhancer was still fanning its tacit field and hit her combadge, =^= Janeway to Kim. We've found a way down. I've just been shown exactly where you are now and where we should head next. Hang on. From this new data, Kirk and Spock should be right there with you in ten minutes. The rest of the away team will follow shortly. We'll deal with Bashir when we arrive and double back with him to sickbay. Then, I want us to accomplish a few things...Looks like our train has finally come into the station..=^= =^=Understood=^= came Kim's crisp reply. The young ensign studied Julian's face and was satisfied with his vital signs readings. The enivprovaline had worked. The hypo had brought the unconscious doctor out of crisis. Now, there only remained the task of waiting.. For anyone.. Data was surprisingly still absent.. That was an uncomfortable thought. So far, Kim's little brown hooded friend had not returned. -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Outer space, the Coordinate outlined in a navigational grid in lavendar with Voyager's position marked in numbers. ************************************************************** From: Everett, Katan Date: Thu May 11, 2000 10:15pm Subject: Re: Intertwine.. >The young ensign studied Julian's face and was satisfied with his vital >signs readings. The enivprovaline had worked. The hypo had brought the >unconscious doctor out of crisis. Now, there only remained the task of >waiting.. For anyone.. Data was surprisingly still absent.. >That was an uncomfortable thought. >So far, Kim's little brown hooded friend had not returned. Kim heard the sound of footsteps down the passage way. ::Theres no way the captain got here so quickly...:: Kim pressed himself against the wall, holding his breath, and hoping that the doctor remained silent. Two Hooded people entered, both had some sort of weapon slung over their shoulders. They came into the room, looked around, and then proceeded to pick up the rotting corpse that Julian had landed on. They walked quickly out of the room, Kim let his breath out... :: Hope they get here soon... :: ***************************************************************** From: Cassidy Meyers Date: Sat May 13, 2000 01:01am Subject: The snare. On the Home's bridge, the Speaker sensed a communique between the "Janeway" and the leaderthing "B'Elana" . It was simple orienting that any being would do in adverse surroundings. 8472 focused closer on Otherthing.::Whats its?:: "Janeway" was agitated. One of hers was caught in the earth covering. :: The "Bashir" with "Harry" fall-ses. HOME sees them. The "Janeway" want-ses them free!:: 8472 tightened ITS HOME's sense into an eye vigil within the radiation band it could see from the sun's heat streaming into the cave-in. The "Bashir" was being darkened. ::Fear!!:: The Speaker thought. IT "reached" with HOME's hands but could not get to the "Bashir" or "Harry". Something in the ground covering was impeding the attempt. 8472 shifted ITS weight and frowned. ::A long darkened People was there. Its life had fled long ago from the now:: The "Harry" was thinking it was a "corpse". ::Whatis? This is?.. "Corpse" blocks HOME's shift-placing. I's cannot "Clutch" the buried otherthings. The "corpse" masks the way:: IT regarded the "Spot" in the "B'Elana's" lap. IT saw how the leaderthing "talked" with "Janeway" and then IT learned that the "Bashir" life was no longer darkened, his life strength took back its grip. The doctorthing would live. 8472 decided to wait for the outcome. Soon, the "Janeway" separated the Peoples to search. Then, the Speaker "heard" the non-speaking one. ::Q? It helps Otherthing. It is tasting open talk about the earth covering place beneath Home.:: The 8472 read "Janeway's" mind and learned the same mapping detail of the underground complex and of Home's, the "Voyager's", placement in the Trap. ::AH!! I sees beyond the sun's touching in the covering!! I KNOWS now.:: Then IT saw "Harry's" brown hoods. They tasted strange. But no danger scented off of them. They took the darkened "corpse" and left. Suddenly, the living ship, HOME, strained, and its Clutching finally Grabbed. The strange energy field emanating from the mouldering dead people was gone with the strange peoples. The "Bashir" transposed onto the surface at Otherthing's feets. 8472 saw the "Janeway" kneel before the not-now "Bashir" and IT was enveloped with her in joy. Even the "Harry" still down below scented relieved. ::Now, the peoples can go into the covering to sees where HOME cannot. The "Bashir" is saved.:: 8472 watched the scene below unfold. IT thought to the "Spot". ::Tells the "B'Elana" the darkened one comes to Home soon. I brings him up for "Janeway".:: The feline swiveled a surprised ear and then did just that. ***************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Date: Mon May 15, 2000 2:33pm Subject: Re: Kirk the Hero... Captian Kirk and Mr. Spock made there way though the cave. Spock had to make a few tunnels to get through. "Mister Spock?" Kirk looks down a corridor, "This doesnt look like a cave anymore." Spock lefted a brow..."I guess Captian your human stubborness has us close to the doctor and the ensign." Kirk grins, "My human stubborness is what makes me a good captain..I get what I need." Spock raises a brow and follows his captian. The step on a smooth surface. The are in a large open room with the mountian rock as a ceiling and the walls rough as the rock itself...It is lifeless and abandon to Kirk's and Spock's eyes. "Well Captian." Spock looks at Kirk,"I hate to point out the obvious." "yes it does look like a underground complex of some sort..Why don't you check it out why I look for Kim and Bashir." "aye sir" Spock would not mind looking around this interesting place.. Kirk crawls back in the hole and moves back though the cave. "Kim...Bashir!!". Kirk sees a opening to the cave and he sees Kim cornered and Bashir still out on the ground. Kirk pulls out his weapon and looks at the two hooded people. Kirk steps behind one of the hooded people and grabs them by the neck with his arm.."Put the weapons down." The hooded person does not move or say a word. "We are on a mission of peace. These two are hurt." Kirk says in his demanding voice.."Let them two go." The other hooded one looks at Kirk with weapon aimed. ______________________________________________ Meanwhile, Spock is exploring the complax and it's equipment. It was a language he has never seen before. He still trys to find some meaning behind it. Then he feels a gun on his back. He lays his hands flat on the console..... ******************************************************* From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Disrupter fire Date: Wed, 17 May 2000 20:50:51 -0500 Harry watched as suddenly Bashir disappeared in the beam of an alian transporter. :: Oh god, what happened. :: Harry stood up, and looked around. :: About time I get out of here.:: Harry slipped silently to the door, and glanced around the corner. He saw an artificial corridor form about 20 feet ahead in the tunnel. Two men were walking down the hall, dragging the body of the poor soul that had perished in cave before he got there. The Ensign quickly moved forward to a rocky outcropping, but he didn't notice a small indentation in the ground. Harry tripped and landed, making a slight "oouf" sound. The Cloaked Figures turned, and saw Harry Kim. One yanked its disrupter out, and fired. Harry jumped behind the rocky outcropping and the blast hit right where he had been standing. then..... >Kirk steps behind one of the hooded people and grabs >them by the neck with his arm.."Put the weapons down." >The hooded person does not move or say a word. >"We are on a mission of peace. These two are hurt." >Kirk says in his demanding voice.."Let them two go." The one Kirk is holding breaks lose while the other fires a blast at Kirk who quickly dodges the incoming shot. >The other hooded one looks at Kirk with weapon aimed. The one not facing Kirk rushes forward towards Kim, Harry grabs the mans leg, the hooded man falls hard, dropping his weapon. Ensign Harry Kim thumps the man on the back, he falls down limply. He snatches up the disrupter pistol stands up and points it at the remaining hooded figure.... ************************************************************************** END WEEK ELEVEN RECAP WEEK TWELVE RECAP 05-18-2K (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) ****************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Uptempo Encounter.. Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 11:43:00 PDT > Harry watched as suddenly Bashir disappeared in the beam of an alian transporter. >:: Oh god, what happened? :: >Harry stood up, and looked around. Janeway nearly fell over in relief when 8472 delivered its telepathic message. Bashir was on his way to her. She sank to the ground with a medtricorder on autoscan next to her. Right under her hands, the young doctor materialized covered in grit and dust. 8472's targeting ability was uncanny. At first, Janeway thought Julian had expired, he was so still. But he was very much alive. Harry had seen to that and made it possible. "Tom.. Get the medkit. I don't like how he sounds." The unconscious doctor's breathing was raspy and bubbling from the dirt encrusting his lungs. Kathryn eased his head back, making sure he had easy access to air. His windpipe was clear for the moment but his pulse was racing.. Shock was making a comeback and his face was cool in spite of the heat. She injected another stimulant into his neck and watched his vitals change on her tricorder. "That's better. We've got to get him to sickbay. Let's move him out." The captain nodded to the two ensigns hovering nearby. They had just arrived back from their scouting mission. Soon, the other two landing parties arrived too. But Kirk's group was suspiciously absent. The captain tapped her combadge. =^= B'Elanna. We have the doctor. Tell the EMH to expect him. The electromagnetic interference is growing and my readings indicate we won't be able to pull off any more transporter tricks for a while so I'm sending him with the ensigns to the port landing strut turbolift. Have the EMH meet them en route.=^= =^=Understood.=^= Torres replied from her place on the bridge. She gestured to her tactical officer to carry out those orders. =^= But what about you? Soon, you'll be out of contact with the ship.=^= The captain made eye contact with Seven and asked her to see if she could locate Kirk's away team nonverbally with a toss of her head. Seven nodded and turned to start tracking their traces in the sand. Janeway knew that Seven would remain within eyesight and report back any progress locating them. "Easy.." Kathryn cautioned as the two ensigns bore Bashir toward the ship's location behind them, "Watch his vitals." She reluctantly let her grip go on his arm. It was never easy to leave wounded crew. Then she turned to the hole at her feet. Again, she opened a link, =^= Harry. We've got the doctor safely to the ship. What's your status?=^= There was no reply and sounds of a commotion from below and a cloud of disturbed dust arose from the cave-in. The unmistakable sound of disruptor fire pierced the air. Janeway flattened to the ground, as did the newly arrived away team parties for protection.. She drew out her phaser. "Harry! Respond!!" The sounds of struggle ceased. All held their breath for a sign of anything good except the nightmare image flashing through their heads. Anything.. good. Anything at all. Janeway made a tactical decision. "Stand back everyone." She aimed her firearm near the only target she could see. Two inches to the left of the emission emitter still spraying its orienting energies.. She fired her warning shot. Kathryn then tapped her combadge to Seven,.. She said, (Listen to sound bite) She had to get down there. Now!! By the quickest possible means. Harry might be in danger. Only Seven could find their route. ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Janeway firing a rifle in a dark place. Audio : J- "Seven, we could use a little of that Borg efficiency right about now.." *********************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] First Contact Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 00:16:09 CDT Seven was following the footsteps of the men she was tracking, between the map Q was kind enough to send them, and the faint markings in the sand, her task would not be too difficult. As she continued, she finaly "discovered" the away team, all of whom were breaking almost every precious Starfleet rule about "first contact". "James T. Kirk!" Seven shouted above the rucus, "Lower your weapon!" she said, raising her own, level with his eyesight. The short little brown hooded creatures were barely tall enough to come up to Seven's shoulders, much less be any sort of a threat. Kirk lets go of his hostage, and double checked that the alien Harry had been fighting was out, not realizing that Seven's weapon tralied him wherever he went. Seven stepped forward to the tiny alien brown hood and knelt to its level. "We do not mean you any harm. It was a misunderstanding." She says as she turns and raises an eyebrow at Kirk. "Where is the other member of your party? The Vulcan?" Kirk looked around in sudden awareness that his friend was missing. "#*@)#)$)" the alien chirped. The translating component on Seven's combadge strained to make sense of the gibberish. It cleared at once in a minute or so. "...Why??" it said as it rubbed its throat and looked at the Enterprise captain. "We were conveying our fallen, recently discovered, to its internment. A sacred rite.. Whyy??" Seven saw Harry looking a little ragged, "Lieutenant, are you injured?" -------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Seven in a dark suit in a shadowed corridor. ******************************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: A little morbid mystery Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 23:05:14 PDT "Easy,..." the holodoc cautioned as Dr. Julian Bashir recovered on the surgical biobed. "I've just awakened you from a pulmonary lavage procedure. You may still be a little disoriented. You'll be pleased to note that no trace of foreign material remains in your lung tissues." Julian coughed experimentally, not quite trusting the computer's diagnosis completely. He was surprised, things sounded clear and dry even to his practiced ear. ::Remarkable:: The EMH interrupted his musings, "If you've sufficiently reaffirmed my prognosis come take a look at this. It's telemetry from the away team's position. Our engineer has routed the information to sickbay. Apparently, the captain wanted me on standby on this mission and had the relay established so I could be kept up to date." Bashir arose, setting aside the silver blanket.. He was clothed already in a new uniform. He moved to the console the Doctor was indicating.. The holodoc's voice pitched in excitement, "Interesting.. This is a total scan of the region around the hole where we rescued you. It shows normal EM, and infrared and visual white light one would associate with a planetary scan with sensors set to read passively, But here..." Bashir saw a strange spike that rose in a tachyon bandwidth that emanated from what appeared to be a corpse being borne away by two aliens whose biosignatures were being masked.. They were only "visible" to sensors by the heat gradient differential projected around their shapes onto the wall in the form of shadows.. "The dead alien tissues are exuding temporal byproducts one would have if it were killed in a temporal inversion accident. Someone is tampering with time down there and this individual got caught in a "misfire" attempt, .. Probably from an experiment of some kind." Bashir's curiosity was peaked and he bent to closer see the data. It was odd, the underground complex was riddled with blank areas in scan not detectable by Voyager's sensors. Q's map was visually crystal clear but only that.. No other information could be obtained by the away team.. It looked to be the beginning of an investigation.. At least, Julian could help a little.. He bent to work with the EMH to analyze things, coordinating with B'Elanna on the bridge, and then onto Janeway via the Speaker's telepathy. Julian was feeling quite well by the time he was juggling EPS conduits in the cargo bay for a juryrigged temporal scanner he and the EMH were building in sickbay.. The device would act as a "temporal" flare detector and would notify the crew on the surface, about the presence of any more alien corpses.. They would be breadcrumbs.. pointing the way into the heart of the complex and to its mysteries as yet unveiled by Q. --------------------------------------------------------------- Soon, the surface away team was current with sickbay's ingenuity.. "Good work, doctors.." Janeway congratulated. "I'm sure we'll be needing your guidance." Janeway looked up from the entire away team filing into the cavern Kirk and Spock and Seven had entered, toting their packs of equipment and rations.. She only had her tenuous contact with 8472 as her link with the bridge.. It would have to do.. But first things first.. No one entered the cave without having a drawn phaser.. There had been no word yet from Seven or Harry as to their current situation. Kathryn knew Kirk was probably in the thick of it as well. >From the map on her tricorder and from the one blazed into her memory from Q.. The bottom of the hole Harry and Bashir had fallen into was just around the corner.... --------------------------------------------------------- Q looked up from his work and then at Dax/Joran and K'Ehleyr outside his position as smiled.. His mice were dutifully fulfilling their part. Janeway and the away team had just entered the tunnels of the underground complex. He carefully masked his thoughts from the Voyager captain as his excitement grew.. He shouted with glee... " (sound bite) " ------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Bashir outside of a shuttle, seated. Image : Tuvok and Janeway with phasers, intensely surveillant, in a dank tunnel. Audio : Q-- (chipper) Goody! A challenge! This is going to be fun!! *********************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] First Contact Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 08:05:35 -0600 > > >"#*@)#)$)" the alien chirped. The translating component on >Seven's combadge strained to make sense of the gibberish. >It cleared at once in a minute or so. "...Why??" it said as it >rubbed its throat and looked at the Enterprise captain. "We >were conveying our fallen, recently discovered >to its internment. A sacred rite.. Whyy??" > >Seven saw Harry looking a little ragged, "Lieutenant, are you >injured?" > Harry stands up, still pointing his barrowed disrupter at the hooded creature that he had jumped on. "I'm ok seven, I've just been in this cave for the past hour, and had to tackle this guy" He nods his weapon at the creature lying on the ground staring up at him. "If their so friendly, why did they fire at us?"..... ************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] First Contact ] Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 19:32:44 -0700 (PDT) > > "James T. Kirk" Seven shouted above the rucus, > "lower your wepon" she said, raising her own, level with his > eyesight. Kirk looks at Seven..."And you know it is agianst Starfleet regulations to pull a weapon on a Starfleet, Captain?" Seven inqures him about Spock.."Mister Spock is exploring the underground complex we have found a couple of paces over. I am sure if anyone well get what is going on here is my Science officer." tells her in a short, irrated voice hating his autority questioned.. Kirk looks over to Kim and Seven and the hooded creature..Kim came to Kirks defense when Seven asked him if he was injuried... ***Harry stands up, still pointing his barrowed disrupter at the hooded creature that he had jumped on. "I'm ok seven, I've just been in this cave for the past hour, and had to tackle this guy" He nods his weapon at the creature lying on the ground staring up at him. "If their so friendly, why did they fire at us?".....*** Kirk glares at Seven not finish with embrassing him in front of the crewman..."and please do not question my skills as a captian, Miss..I have been doing this job for a long time." Kirk walks over to the hooded figure and pulls off the hood...and grabs his by his collar.."Now tell us the truth about this place?" ***************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] First Contact Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 23:27:35 -0600 >Kirk glares at Seven not finish with embrassing him in >front of the crewman..."and please do not question my >skills as a captian, Miss..I have been doing this job >for a long time." > >Kirk walks over to the hooded figure and pulls off the >hood...and grabs his by his collar.."Now tell us the >truth about this place?" > The creature's hood comes off, Harry stands back in shock. Inside that hood was, Captain Janeway! *** "Captain, we better get down there, they may need help." Said Ensign Paris to Janeway. They headed down the tunnel in the direction that Kirk and Seven had gone. Paris rounded the corner, seeing Kirk bent over a humanoid shape. He looked at it more closely, it was B'Elanna! "What the hell do you think your doing?" Paris runs up to kick and pushes him away. He offers his hand to B'Elanna, he notices she's waring a brown cloak. Harry exclaims "what are you doing down here captain?" "Captain?" Says Tom, glancing at at B'Elanna. Just then the real captain Janeway comes around the corner. B'Elanna shoves Paris away, and runs down the corridor deeper into the underground complex........ **************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Mimicking defenses.... Date: Mon, 22 May 2000 02:54:17 PDT >Just then the real captain Janeway comes around the corner. >"B'Elanna" shoves Paris away, and runs down the corridor deeper into >the underground complex........ Kathryn instinctively sensed what had just happened judging by the high color on Kirk's face, the confusion on Tom's and the unconscious alien at Harry's feet along with Seven's armed and angled stance. "Let him go!" she shouted in a command tone.. No one moved while the desperate alien made a hasty retreat without his companion or weapon. She then nodded to Tom to check the fallen alien. "Make sure he's all right." Paris bent to examine the alien with a medtricorder. Harry seemed to be none the worse for wear so Kathryn briefly put a hand on his shoulder before turning to the Enterprise captain.. Janeway set her mouth in a firm line, "Captain,... walk with me.." The two of them made for one corner of the tunnel discreetly out of earshot. "I don't know what kind of vigilante protocol you think you were following just now. First muscling into a first contact race, who were clearing indulging in a sacred ritual..." She indicated the body with its new face paint markings and the fact that its limbs had been arranged in a position of repose, ".. and then manhandling their people using violence.. A lot of things have changed since your day, Captain. We no longer use seat of the pants diplomacy.." Kathryn let her anger show just enough to relay her point of view. "How can we get our answers now? Hmmm? By interrogating THIS one?" She indicated the alien just awakening under Tom's ministrations. The hint of sarcasm in her voice carried no sting, just total concentration. "You are a LONG way from home, captain. And so am I. Let's try to work together here for the future..of BOTH our crews. Let's just hope we can salvage this situation..." Everyone in the cavern froze in place at this little exchange.. In a quiet voice, Harry told Janeway that he had been fired upon but only when the alien had been surrounded by surprise.. Kirk cooled a bit and began to see the Voyager captain's view. He WAS out of place and time. ::Perhaps I overeacted...:: he thought. Kathryn watched as the brown hood regained its consciousness. "Don't be frightened.. See?..." She took off her phaser from its clip and set it on the ground. "I mean you no harm.. We need to find a way out of the temporal trap holding us here. Can you help us?" The alien's features morphed into first B'Elanna's face, then Spock's and then settled into a lizard like visage with large gentle eyes.. It resembled the tetrion message Gecko sent to Voyager and Janeway's mind while she was ill in sickbay at the first planetoid they encountered before finding this one. ::Chameleon-ic ability? Could this individual be one of the Learned Ones were searching for?:: The alien got to its feet, keeping its back to one wall. Well away from the away team. It rubbed its shoulder in pain where Harry's blow had struck it.. "You are like the others... I....don't know if..Wait... here.." it said, and then it fled down the corridor after its companion. A dusty companel flared to life behind the away team.. It showed an ominous image in a frozen hologram glowing in the rock.. A representation of a Borg sphere.. Everyone began talking all at once... ------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Janeway turns to her crew in shock at encountering a Borg Sphere image within religious ruins. ****************************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Intendant Really arrives! Date: Mon, 22 May 2000 20:57:34 -0700 The Intendant stirred and awoke looking around her and not remembering a thing. She was on her ship,that much she could tell...but where exactly was her ship? She looked around discovering that everyone on the bridge was either dead or unresponsive. Dragging herself over to the console, she turned the view screen on. Before was a large planet and a ship much bigger then her own. "Computer...identify that ship". #Federation Star Ship Voyager# "Voyager? That ship had ended it's journey 5 years ago and had retired in the mirror world..hmm position?" The Intendant muttered while holding her head. #Unknown# The Intendant sighed "Well atleast the computer is operational. What the hell, I might as well see what's going on down there on that planet," she said before transporting herself down. She rematerialized in a small cave hole. Looking around, the Intendant heard voices "What in the devil...." *************************************************************************** From: Cassidy Meyers Date: Wed May 24, 2000 4:24am Subject: The Listener comes.. (My second character) On the bridge, the Speaker reared in distress at the image of the Borg sphere on the holoprojecting wall IT got from the "Janeway's" mind eye at the base of the religious ruins at her feet. ::Its is THEM,.. the Others.. I sees the souless ones! The warren's technology has THEM in the not-now. Is safe. I scents no spore in the now. Come!! I's helps yous SEE the why...HOME clutches the Listener to yous, "Janeway". This Othermind is far reaching peoples.. Nexus has cleansed essence of she. I sends!!:: She had barely enough time to form a question in her mind when a crackle of plasma energy burst green and tendriled into the air from the very rock. All the away team members including the "Janeway" startled. The wall holo changed to the visage of an arch enemy the Voyager commander knew from antiquity. It was Moriarty!! He was not real,.. and yet... The image's mouth spoke,.. (sound bite one.) An equally bright swath of peach miasma opened in the ceiling over their heads and a figure was conveyed in a tunnel of rays to the sandy floor near them. A woman in purple robes and hat advanced with folded hands in sleeves. She went immediately over to the two captains and faced them with an intense expression, .. "Captains, I was brought here by the Speaker to aid you... (second sound bite.) The woman flung out a hand and the projection of Moriarty was silenced with a gesture of power, "That program was crafted by the Learned Ones you are seeking. It was they who worshipped the Borg millenia ago and and paid the price for dropping their guard. Now, the Coordinate is all that remains of the protective shield they erected as the Borg advanced on their worlds and destroyed their civilization from inside their holy shrines. These corpses left in the tunnels were the Learned's clergy, the scouts sent on ahead to reason with their Borg Overlords. " "Eventually, the Borg moved on and now, there is only what you see that remains. Only a few pitiful clans of religious fervents, fighting over who's fault it was who let the Borg come in their midst as deities, live on this planet. Most are here, underground, surviving like primitive refugees on the tatters of machinery left to them, crippled and scattered like vermin. This is only one complex, captains. Three others lie below the volcano to the west. I believe it is in one of those where the knowledge of the way out exists.. We must go there.." Captain Janeway stepped forward, surprised at her lack of alarm at this mysterious new arrival. She hadn't even considered drawing her phaser.::I know.. that I am in no danger:: she whispered to herself. A moment later and she spoke the question on everyone's lips.. "Who are you?" The shrouded woman folded her hands respectfully across her stomach, "I am Guinan,... the Speaker's Listener.." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Audio : Moriarty-- I have been stored in memory for God knows how long and no one has given me a second thought!! Audio : Guinan--We need to talk. Some how, this,.. This is all wrong. This is not the way it's supposed to be.. Image : The classic mysterious hostess from Picard's Enterprise.. ************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: The Why..... Date: Fri, 26 May 2000 03:08:43 PDT > Captain Janeway stepped forward, surprised at her lack of alarm at >this mysterious new arrival. She hadn't even considered drawing her >phaser.::I know.. that I am in no danger:: she whispered to herself. >A moment later and she spoke the question on everyone's lips.. "Who are >you?" > The shrouded woman folded her hands respectfully across her stomach, > "I am Guinan,... the Speaker's Listener.." TANDEM post in communication with AND VIA CHATROOM of voyagerliveaction.. ::Guinan? Picard's Guinan? Then Data should know who she is!:: the captain thought triumphantly.::If only we knew what has happened to him.:: "Guinan, I'm Kathryn Janeway of the Starship V-" she began then broke off at the dark woman's slow nod of recognition. That took her by surprise.. ::How could she possibly know who I am ?:: Then she realized, that the 8472 had probably been keeping her linked as well from where ever she originated from. "Forgive me, Guinan. That's quite a lot of data to sift through. I have to find the race indigenous to this planet to discover the way out as soon as possible. I am missing most of my crew.. We have to leave to go search--" Guinan again gave her that arresting, mild smile. "They are here, captain. Don't you feel them? They were taken for a reason. And we do have a problem. That volcano's been interfering with your ship's sensors, transporters, keeping you from finding the one responsible." Kathryn studied her face, not knowing where she was heading, "How?.. Yes..." she breathed. "That is true." Guinan turned and studied the colored images painted on the rock walls with intense interest, "These pictograms, show mass slavery, and oppression.." Janeway joined her at the wall, "The Borg always do that." Guinan, continued in her soft methodical observation, "Ah,.. but have you ever known one to break away from the collective.. to be the God of a sole planetary race?" The listener's fingers swept over one particular figure off to one side. Janeway startled. The face was one she knew.. It was the face of the Q who had died on her ship after winning back his mortality from the rest of the Q continuum. Only he was, in the painting, ....borgified with implants like any assimilated drone would be.. "But this Q's dead.." she told Guinan. "He took a rare form of hemlock extract, one that my EMH could not cure, and he died at my side.. I saw him buried.." Guinan, nodded again, holding up a hand,.."Ah,.. but have you ever known a Q who would not play with the threads of timelines.." Janeway's eyes narrowed. She was only partly aware of the other members of the away team coming nearer to them to hear their words better. Harry had already gotten a backpack strung across his back.. "That Q's assimilation, caused these people to rebel against the Borg. For he wouldn't be a Borg.." Guinan whispered, "And the overlords fell.." Janeway whirled at a sound,.. It was the Brown Hood returning..replete with its gecko like features.. She turned to face it.. Now, it was diplomacy's hour.. Most of her crew, temporal or not, surged forward to speak with it.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Janeway approaches the gecko faced Learned One in the subterranean tunnel ********************************************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: Spot moves out.. Date: Sat, 27 May 2000 13:00:47 PDT Spot straightened from B'Elanna's lap. The speaker was through with him for the time being and his own natural cat instincts were coming into play once more. The 8472's use of his mind didn't really phase him. For it was interesting finally talking with the peoples around him. It was nice not having to play "charades" just to get a decent meal.. Spot burped. One of the ENSIGNS had given him an excellent bowl of chopped up "prey food" as the Speaker called it. Now, his stomach sated, his wandering instinct came to the foreground. He stretched and leaped down from the Klingon's lap and made tracks for the turbolift doors. He pounced both paws onto them, and they gave way. Once in the lift,.. He asked the Speaker to have the peoples take him to the Outside.. For he was very curious. One of the minds the Speaker was aware of was tantilizingly new, the "Guinan". It's feel was very catlike and wise.. Spot wanted to get up close to the action and he knew he would have no trouble finding the away peoples. So he went,.. Soon the here to otherplace thing had him on the surface of the planet. Spot felt the transporter energies release him and he trotted off unerringly toward the far caves after the away team. He soon arrived, guided by the 8472 at her feet. Spot then saw the Janeway person very near an animal person with a green scaley face.. Surprisingly, the 8472 could not read this one's mind at all, even when Spot looked at him.. The feline noticed all the other peoples were clustered around this animal person, "Kirk, Spock, Paris, Kim, Seven, and Neelix. But his person, Data was no where to be seen. He grew frightened at crouched close to the floor, yowling softly in his distress...::My person is GONE!!! I want him back!:: A gentle hand picked Spot up into a soft encompassing embrace, easing his distress. A smoky scent of jasmine enveloped him. He looked up and saw the Guinan person holding him. She was different. She smelled old, and of all the peoples in the room, she was not stressed by being in this place at all. And she smelled like the 8472. They were thinking as one, Spot could tell, conferring and analyzing everything around them in the search for answers.. He melted under Guinan's calm and asked her if she could find his Data.. She stroked his fur, reassuring him. ::I will try. But it is only a matter of time before he shows up. You know that. He has curiosity almost as strong as yours.:: So Spot let down his guard, feeling safe in her arms and was content to watch the away team around him feel their way with the animal person in contact. There was much to feed his OWN curiosity here. Spot could hardly wait to see what would develop. He tried to picture how he would look in the away people's fur coverings and was greatly amused... If Spot was capable of laughing, he would have. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Spot, animated, in a beam out. Image : Spot imagining himself in Star fleet uniform. **************************************************************************** END WEEK TWELVE RECAP 05-27-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] WEEK THIRTEEN RECAP 05-28-2K (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) ********************************************* From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Beverly Crusher Arrives (ATTN ANYONE!) Date: Sat, 27 May 2000 20:30:45 -0700 Beverly Crusher awoke with a splitting headache and a gash of blood streaked across her forehead. She immediatly reached to the pain on her forehead and felt that the blood was dry. Sighing she stood up and wondered where in the universe she was! Beverly noticed she was in a hallway on a star ship, but not one she was familiar with. She tapped her communicator, "Beverly Crusher to Captain Jean Luc Picard...". #Captain Jean Luc Picard is not on board this station# "Alright...Crusher to Commander Will Riker" #Commander William Riker is not on board this station# "CRUSHER TO ANYONE!!!" came her angered reply. ......... ~Beverly Crusher **************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Making a house call.... Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 04:38:39 GMT > Beverly noticed she was in a hallway on a star ship, but not one she was >familiar with. She tapped her communicator, "Beverly Crusher to Captain >Jean Luc Picard...". >#Captain Jean Luc Picard is not on board this station# >"Alright...Crusher to Commander Will Riker" >#Commander William Riker is not on board this station# >"CRUSHER TO ANYONE!!!" came her angered reply. In sickbay, the two doctors looked at each other and the EMH said, "I guess we have yet another visitor... You'd better answer her, Doctor.." Julian looked stunned, "Did she say Crusher..?" The EMH scoffed, "There's nothing wrong with your ears,.. I washed every bit of sand out of those." Julian paid no mind to the doctor's attempt at sarcasm. Tentatively, Julian tapped his combadge in response and replied, =^=This is Doctor Bashir?=^= There was no immediate reply. Julian walked over to the nearest terminal, =^=Computer, display location of your current unidentified personnel..=^= #Unidentified personnel is on Deck 12, Hydroponics Lab.# Bashir turned to the EMH. He was still unfamiliar with Voyager's layout. The EMH said,"That's two decks down. Are you going?" "I have to. Don't you know who this is?!" Just a little star struck, Bashir told him, "Listen to this.. Dr. Crusher served on the Starship Enterprise along side THE Jean Luc Picard,.. She later became chief medical officer of all Starfleet. She's a virtual legend in practically every medical journal from here to Beta Pardalis... She completely re- created the spinal refusion surgery protocols from the ground up, her work on the Borg alone was phenomenal and THEN she---" The EMH rolled his eyes, "I KNOW all this. She's part of my programming." "Oh." Julian went over to the biobed containing Counselor Troi.. The readings indicated that she had returned to a non responsive state, even though her seratonin and dopamine levels were approaching Betazoid norms. Something was still keeping her from waking up. Running frustrated fingers through his dark hair, the doctor spoke aloud, "Still no change.. Has there been anything new in the away team's tachyon emission scan? The detector should've picked up more corpse signatures by now.." The holodoc replied, "I'm afraid our cadaver compass has let to live up to specs. I'm working on it." He punched a button. Julian decided to inform the bridge, He opened a channel, =^=Bashir to the bridge.=^= B'Elanna looked up from her report, and shifted in the center seat. =^=Torres here. Doctor. What can I do for you?=^= Julian made his way over to a schematic of Voyager's decks. =^=It seems we have a new guest on the ship=^= B'Elanna reacted, =^=Computer! Intruder alert!!=^= The lights dimmed on Deck one into amber hues.. She got to her feet in a hurry. =^=...Before you do anything hasty....she's a HIGH ranking Starfleet officer. She's a medical doctor, It's Beverly Crusher..=^= Julian added urgently, , =^= I ..wouldn't tick her off if I were you, .. she outranks both our commissions put together..=^= "Oh. Right." B'Elanna blinked. She tapped her badge, =^=Computer, stand down from intruder alert. Doctor, I hope you don't mind a few security officers joining your little welcoming party down there.=^= Bashir's face washed in relief, =^=That will be quite all right. The more the merrier..=^= B'Elanna gestured at one of the guards to follow up with this new development. He left at once. ------------------------------------------------------------------- It was night in the Hydroponics Bay on Deck Twelve. Julian and the guards approached cautiously at the coordinates given to them by the computer. The doctor, in a low voice, whispered to the nearest security guard, "Believe me, she's no threat, Put that away.." The burly man ignored him, sweeping his eyes over every nook and cranny in the bay.. So far, she wasn't anywhere.. Dr. Bashir took a few steps farther into the room, "Hello? Ah, .. I'm the one who answered your hail.. I'm a ship's doctor.." Julian turned in a circle trying to see over the greenery growing in lush abandon all around him. The jungle blocked much of his view. He could still see her lifesigns on his tricorder. She was only yards away. " I know you are there. There's no need to hide." Julian leaped five feet when Beverly, wearing a sky blue lab coat, emerged like a shadow.. There was a cut on her head.. Julian noticed the wound right away. "Not you too. The captain of this vessel was a mess as well when I found her." He advanced forward. ---------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Bashir at a terminal. Image : Beverly Crusher close up in bright surroundings. Audio : Doctor Crusher- Request permission to report to the captain... *********************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction]Mr. Spock's short adventure... Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 09:18:29 -0700 (PDT) Spock did not get a look at his captors. He follows quietly letting the hooded people lead him though a slim corridor. Then they walk into a small command center ,it seems and they are still hooded to confine there indenty. One of the creatures take Spock to a computer with the same strange language. They push him near it and yell at him in a harsh undentifiable voice. Spock looks at him..."I am sorry I do not understand you?" The hooded creature takes the butt of his weapon and rams it into Spocks head and Spock is out cold in this strange command center...in this strange underground complex.......... ******************************************************* From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Making a house call.... Date: Sun, 28 May 2000 22:22:45 -0700 > Julian leaped five feet when Beverly, wearing a sky blue lab coat, > emerged like a shadow.. There was a cut on her head.. Julian noticed the wound right away. > "Not you too. The captain of this vessel was a mess as well when I found her." > He advanced forward. Beverly never got the reply from Julian Bashire. She never heard a thing, and wondered if by chance she was the only one on this vessel. She pondered her current situation thoroughly before planning to make a move. As she got herself up she managed to stagger with increasing ease towards the door. Upon arrival she heard several voices on the other side and she scurried back to her hiding place like a frightened mouse. The doors swooshed open and in came what sounded like security guards because the calmer voice told them to lower their weapons. Beverly at this point knew she was not in the hands of invaders or attackers. She could tell the procedure was indeed of starfleet origin and she was safe. After hearing the man's calm voice in the room as he walked closer to her hiding place, Beverly emerged from her hiding spot. She studied the man, noticing his starfleet clothes and rank securely on his neck. She could at this point smile. At least she was among friends! Whisping a lock of bright red hair out of her face and sighing with relief she extended her hand, " I am Doctor Beverly Crusher of the Enterprise D...I am hoping you can tell me the meaning of my transportation....better yet...if you could tell me where I am!". Beverly approached a little further, absent mindedley rubbing her left arm. ************************************************************************* De : "Cassidy Meyers" Objet : [voyagerliveaction] Othermind, "Spock" is darkened! Date : Mon, 29 May 2000 23:00:16 SCT B'Elana sat up, "What's wrong. Speaker? Tell me,.." 8472 projected an image of Spock's last awareness just before the brown hoods subdued him into unconsciousness. It was of a body being enveloped in temporal energies.. Torres told IT to tell the away team. There was no time to waste. ::Why did Spock separate from the rest of the group? That was very risky..:: B'Elana wished for the thousandth time that communications and transporters were functional and again , was disappointed. She alerted sickbay to this new development. The away team jolted, receiving the Speaker's image and message. Janeway, Tuvok, and Seven, connected with the 8472 fell to their knees. They learned of Spock's trouble in an instant. Kirk didn't even have to ask them to know what was wrong.. He reacted. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : A body being disintegrated by a time experiment nimbus of energy. Audio : Electronic noise being activated. ***************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] An Apple a Day. Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 06:05:03 GMT >Whisping a lock of bright red hair out of her face and sighing with relief she extended her hand, " I am Doctor Beverly Crusher of the Enterprise D...I am hoping you can tell me the meaning of my transportation....better yet...if you could tell me where I am!". Beverly approached a little further, >absent mindedley >rubbing her left arm. Dr.Bashir said, "Welcome to the Star Ship Voyager. Apparently, we are in an area of unusual temporal phenomena. How you got here, I can only guess,..It may be similiar to the way I arrived. Now about you...." He advanced with the tricorder, examining her head. "Your arm, pain there too?" He examined the tricorders readings. He found bruises and injuries indicative of those anyone would sustain in a fall. "What were you doing before you found yourself here?" In the back of Bashir's head, his mind was racing, ::This Dr.Crusher could very well be exactly what we need. She knows Troi. And with her medical background and her knowledge of Betazoid physionomy, she could solve his current block concerning Troi's treatment:: "Doctor, could I possibly convince you to come to sickbay. I have a friend of yours you know very well there under my care. She's stable but quite frankly, I'm stumped about her diagnosis.. I'd be very grateful if we could collaborate together." She nodded and the four of them left into the turbolift on their way back down to sickbay. A most unusual renuion awaited. ********************************************************************* Objet : Re: [voyagerliveaction] Searching the cave (ANYONE!) A: "Crystal-Lee" Date : Mon, 29 May 2000 18:35:46 -0700 The Intendant walked down the dark cave hollow, her hips swinging back and forth with her walk. She could hear voices in the distance as she went on her way. The voices soon became louder as she approached a large cave hollow. Rather then jump out immediatly...she waited calmly. There had to be somebody around here to enjoy a warm milk bath with her. Milk bath.....hmmm. The Intendant smiled and closed her eyes wishing she were in one right now. The wall she leant against soon began to rumble and she felt a minor rockslide of dust and rocks fall around her "Oh damn! Now they're gonna here me for sure!" she muttered to the rocks. ~The Intendant *********************************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] It's a Jolly Holiday with Bashir Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 23:36:58 -0700 As Beverly heard Star Ship Voyager she was stunned. How far away from home was she? As she was asked about where she had been, she couldn't help but laugh aloud, "Oh...this will sound silly really, I was trying my hand at racket ball on the Holodeck, I went to serve and I tripped, but instead of landing on the floor of the holodeck...I landed here!". Her arm was beginning to hurt now painfully and the rubbing increased. "An old friend of mine you say? Oh I would be happy to help! I don't see any harm in making myself useful while I am here. Is there any knowledge yet of why I was brought here....why any of us have been brought here? I know that Jean Luc is going to begin to wonder where I went once my service reaches his side of the court!", Beverly smiled brightly trying ot keep the situation as pleasant as possible. "On ward then my new friend....your name is?...". They walked through the sliding doors en route to sick bay. Beverly was becoming increasingly curious with this new fellow she had met..."What ship are you from?" **************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Muddy..... milk baths.. :) Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 00:18:38 PDT >The wall she leant against soon began to rumble >and she felt a minor rockslide of dust and rocks fall around her "Oh >damn! >Now they're gonna here me for sure!" she muttered to the rocks. It was still before the 8472's warning message from Spock. Janeway felt in tenuous contact with the Learned One standing in front of him. Gradual, honest contact and soft dialogue actually made the reptilian being relax and its scales lightened from their darker shade of stress. She and the away team had learned much about its culture, and the corpse sanctifying and beatifying, with radiation and paint once they were rediscovered in newly opened, long abandoned corridors of the underground complex the being simply called, Node. He and his race had gone through hell when it was discovered the tutor Q had weakened the Borg by being assimilated in an attempt at suicide and then refusing to interface with the Collective. Their Borg gods had been violated and polluted by that destructive mindset. Half the Learned Ones rebelled in their chance at regaining freedom from the Borg. The second half did everything they could to make sure that sad Q ....never arrived. They spent almost all their resources researching and constructing temporal doorways , wherein a subject could be sent back into the past in an attempt to stop him by any means necessary. Many of these Learned One clergy scouts were assimilated for they were outside of their shrines and found as fair game to the Borg on board their Sphere. Others simply,....aged,.. and died in the "traveling" effect and were later rediscovered by descendants in the tunnels of the Node. Ultimately, no one succeeded. The suicidal Q remained dettached and the Borg "forgot" their Learned One servants and targeted them as a resource to be used. And their end was met. Janeway remembered how this very Q visited her ship and had rallied so well in his own defense by bringing people from Earth's past, Sir Isaac Newton, Commander Will Riker and several others to testify on his behalf. It had taken a trip into the pallid Q continuum to convince Janeway to rule in Q's favor, to gain mortality. She shuddered when she thought of the ill regard he had given these Learned Ones with his actions within the Borg Collective. It was if he hadn't cared at all. Quite a different picture than she felt she got at her tribunal ruling. Janeway didn't want to consider that she may have granted death to one who actually may have been unstable emotionally,.. just as the prosecuting Q had said. The captain wondered if he were reading her thoughts now and was weighing her moral merit.. Then, there was a blinding mental flash and she and her mindlinked away team members staggered under the Speaker's image from Spock. He was being attacked!! And a being was being killed in another temporal transport attempt very near him! She saw Kirk comprehend right away.. He took off for the far cave opening the way he had come with unbelievable speed. Janeway motioned for everyone to follow him, including the Learned being with them. They hadn't gotten very far when the earth started sifting in from Harry's hole again above their heads, its cascade spread around the corner. Janeway and the others lost sight of Kirk around the bend. He was very fast. Then she heard a collision and a muffled "Ouhff!" from two throats; one was very feminine. Kathryn rounded the turn. Sprawled on the tunnel floor was Kirk and a strange Bajoran woman in silver lamay. ::Wait... somehow,.. not strange in some way....:: Janeway could not pinpoint her deja vu. The lanky, swathy dressed figure promptly started swearing and demanding that a HOT milk bath be drawn at once so she could cleanse herself of the filth she found herself covered in. And the same time, she flung Kirk bodily off of her with a well placed silver boot. The Enterprise captain hardly missed a beat, somersaulting to his feet and hightailing it on towards Spock's last known location. From the corner of her eye, Janeway noted that Harry was keeping track of his progress in the tunnel. They wouldn't lose him as well... One grimy hand wiping off mud from a delicate nose clinched it for Kathryn, "Major Kira?! What are you doing here? I thought you remained in your quarters after Q was confined on the bridge.."... The anger flare from the muddy woman on the ground was so great that the Learned One next to Janeway did the only thing open to him... He camouflaged himself with the nearest identity available to him, Janeway's... Kathryn suddenly came nose to nose with her own visage.. Then everything struck her as terribly funny.. and she said...(sound bite) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : J looking deep in thought, close up. Audio : J- Imitating the captain, huh? Surely that violates some kind of Starfleet protocol. *************************************************************************** From: Myron Ojala Date: Wed May 31, 2000 0:53am Subject: How many Doctors will it take to...... >"An old friend of mine you say? Oh I would be happy to help! I don't see >any harm in making myself useful while I am here. Is there any knowledge >yet of why I was brought here....why any of us have been brought here? I >know that Jean Luc is going to begin to wonder where I went once my service >reaches his side of the court!", Beverly smiled brightly trying ot keep the >situation as pleasant as possible. "On ward then my new friend....your name >is?...". >They walked through the sliding doors en route to sick bay. Beverly was >becoming increasingly curious with this new fellow she had met..."What > >ship are you from?" Julian invited her up onto a biobed. He grabbed a tissue regenerator and gently passed it over the cut on her forehead until it disappeared. Beverly Crusher didn't, at first, see Troi because she was in another ward off to the side out of her sight. Julian said, "I can only speculate how YOU got here. I, too, was on a holodeck with a simulation of an old Starfleet mission. Suddenly, I sort of... fell... through a rabbit hole. The next thing I knew I was ankle deep in dead bodies, freshly killed, I might add. The whole thing would've been funny if it weren't for them." Bashir moved on in his examination of Crusher's painful arm. A deeper scan revealed a minute hairline fracture of the humerus. "Slight break here. No problem." ::No problem?!:: thought Beverly, ::That'll mean at least five hours in a bone regen field.:: "All done." The young doctor smiled. ::What?! Amazing:: she wondered, ::This Voyager must be very advanced. That stardate I got from the computer just doesn't answer everything for me...:: "As to my name, Julian Bashir, formerly of Space Station Deep Space Nine, chief medical officer. As to your other concern, I'm afraid you or not going to like this..Remember Q....." ::Oh, no.:: Beverly's heart sank. "Well, he definitely explains it. Apparently, Q has an agenda. He needs all of us to find a way out of our little trap. The ship is in a Bermuda Triangle like area of temporal energy called the Carousel Coordinate. We, are going to research answers for him and his cohorts, Dax and someone named K'Ehleyr. We are bluelanded on his planet. Our captain, Kathryn Janeway, is currently leading two away teams to investigate an underground complex I fell into. She pulled me out and now I am here. Oh, one more thing, " Bashir tapped his combadge after giving Crusher one of her own. =^= Computer, activate Emergency Medical Holographic Program.=^= Julian ordered. Dr. Crusher looked around wondering what he meant by that particular command. Suddenly, to her right, a shimmer solidified into a humanoid male figure in medical blue. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency.." she heard it say. The image turned and oriented on them, "Oh, you've retrieved our latest refugee... How is she?" Bashir bristled, "Why don't you ask her..?" with a little sting. "She is conscious." The EMH moved away unerringly with a new tricorder and an osmotic guage. He had bloodfluid readings to take on the Counselor.. "I am concerned with our more puzzling patient, Counselor Troi..." ::Who?! Oh my God...:: The red haired doctor emoted. Dr. Bashir pointed the way, guiding the shaken Beverly, after the departing EMH..... Troi was lying very still under the dim light. Crusher saw that she had been there a long time... But what puzzled Beverly the most, was that Deanna looked, somehow.....different... ------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Audio : Sound of a scanning bio probe. ****************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Smashing Physicians! Date: Wed, 31 May 2000 17:34:31 -0700 > > Troi was lying very still under the dim light. > Crusher saw that she had been there a long time... > But what puzzled Beverly the most, was that Deanna > looked, somehow.....different... Beverly was flabborgasted to say the least! "Deanna!" she called out, walking closer to Troi's limp body on the bio bed and leaning over her. "How did this happen? I saw her only a few hours ago on the Bridge of the Enterprise!" she was in a state of shock. "Oh dear...how was she found? The same as I? Concious and aware...or was she immediatly unconcious?" Beverly reached in to the pocket of her bright blue medical coat and found the tricorder she had in her pocket. ::Luckily!:: she thought because the instruments around this sickbay seemed a tad advanced, and she was used to the plain and simple. She ran it over Troi's body and studied the results, "I am detecting signs of elevated communication and activity in her brain. I am guessing this is due to what may be shock or a betazoid telecommunicational syndrome caused by great ammounts of fear or stress. I can treat her for the syndrome but the shock could mean a comma and it would be dangerous to try to pull her out of the comma when her brain way is emitting such high frequencies...". Beverly studied Troi then turned around to face Doctor Bashir, " Do you both have any conclusions or ideas as to what has caused this strain?" ~Beverly ************************************************************************ From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Janeway, my dear... Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 15:42:57 -0700 > One grimy hand wiping off mud from a delicate nose clinched it for > Kathryn, "Major Kira?! What are you doing here? I thought you > remained in your quarters after Q was confined on the bridge.."... The Intendant stood up and wiped the mud off of herself, but before reacting to Janeway's comment, she took a moment to admire the way she looked in mud. "Hmm...I rather like myself this way..." she muttered to herself while smiling. She soon returned to matters at hand... "I beg your pardon....but I am not the Kira Nerys I believe you are talking about.... althought...she is painstakingly beautiful..." she smiled, loving the fact she could say that about herself and not sound too conceated. "I am The Intendant she is the Major....although I'd be dissapointed if you didn't find the major intoxicating...I mean after all she is me...or the next best thing to me (see attached sound file!)...... I see you're wearing a star fleet uniform huh? Never did care for them myself...." she smiled down at her skin tight clothing. "Now, you wouldn't happen to have a Benjamin Sisko....around would you? Or that Worf fellow....? Ooo, Will Riker was a fun one too....and who might you be? " she said turning to the man she had just kicked away. "You look familiar..." she walked up to Kirk, leaning on his shoulder and nuzzling into his chest. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much..." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : The Intendant in dark silver lounging on cushions. Audio : Although I'd be disappointed if you didn't find the Major intoxicating . I mean, after all, she is me. Or the next best thing to me.. ************************************************************************* From: Myron Ojala Date: Wed May 31, 2000 1:05am Subject: Careful what you wish for. In the Alpha Quadrant Argus Array Supplemental: "It been three days of sensor data evaluation to determine if the wormhole generated by the array is stabilized by the new equations. I am quite confident that this experiment will be the breakthrough I've been hoping for.. " Out the far viewport window the event horizon glowed vivid purple and rose. The view would have been thoroughly breathtaking if not for the butterflies dancing in his stomach, " Oh,.. ah,.Start the initial countdown... ah, please." The shuttle's orienting instruments were easily responsive under his trembling fingertips. ::O.k., Reg. You can do this. Breathe... Just breathe.. Relaaxxxx.... Remember what Deanna taught you.. It's just a state of mind.:: Nervously, Lieutenant Reginald Barclay fidgeted at the helm of the Hawkins, monitoring the stabilization of the mouth of the new wormhole nearest his position. "I'm ready on this end." Reg said to his colleagues array bound. Suddenly, a massive beam of tetrion particles lanced out from the array striking the wormhole. Reg yelled, "Yess!!! I am now initiating Phase Two!! " The maw of the wormhole was flaming brightly now. The sensors showed the energy stream from the array had stabilized things well enough. Reg took her in. "Race you to the other side.." Barclay knew his merge lane into warp space was a novel, yet untried, idea. But all the specs were working out. He was confident. There was a jolt and everything changed. Suddenly, he was unable to stop his forward momentum. He was out of control! He screamed. All he saw was spinning clouds looming in the window. He was falling! ::It isn't possible:: he thought. ::Where did this planet come from? It is a class M...:: Then it was only a matter of seconds before he ran out of altitude. He had to do something NOW. "Computer! Emergency beam out to the surface. Nearest horizontal coordinates! Energize!" Then the world winked out. Sparkles. Then a scent of perfume?? "What?" He fell on something warm and soft and alive... with a hefty impact. His eyes focused. He lifted his head. Another pair opened just inches from his own. She moaned. Definitely awake. "Deanna?! How?--" Reg heard an authoritative outburst, "Would you mind getting off my patient. She can't breathe with you on top of her." Reg looked up without moving. It was an EMH. His EMH. "Oh, my God,.. I'm on Voyager...." And he fainted dead away... The hologram doctor replied, [ wav ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : A stuttering Barclay faces his one time project, the EMH. Audio : EMH- "Welcome to sickbay. Take a number." ****************************************************************** From : 'patti keiper' Subject : In Spock's Chamber.... Date : 1 June 2000 01:07:47 GST >The Intendant stood up and wiped the mud off of herself, >but before reacting to Janeway's comment, she took a moment to admire the >way she looked in mud. Kathryn couldn't help think that she had been dazed in the collision with Kirk. ::Who wouldn't be disgusted by being covered in slimy mud.:: >"I am The Intendant she is the Major....although I'd be dissapointed if >you didn't find the major intoxicating...I mean after all she is me...or >the next best thing to be ..... I see you're wearing a star fleet uniform >huh? Never did care for them > myself...." she smiled. She looked down at her skin tight clothing. ::Civilian. Got to be. :: came Janeway's next thought. She silently approved of Tuvok bringing a phaser to bear on this new "Intendant". Somehow, she felt dangerous. Powerful. And not in a good way.::Intended of what??:: Kathryn wondered. Harry was still tracking Kirk's flight into the tunnels to whereever he had left Spock on a tricorder. But she had to go after Kirk soon, They all did. The Enterprise captain was already almost a kilometer away from their current position. > "Now, you wouldn't happen to have a Benjamin Sisko....around would you? >Or that Worf fellow....?" ( the silver clad Bajoran demured.) Kathryn impatiently spoke, polite but rushed. Instinct made her offer just minimal information about herself and her situation, "There's no one here by those names...Ah,..Intendant,.. I'm a captain of a vessel which has been trapped in this region of space. Hello,..., ah, Intendant. I'm Kathryn Janeway.." she stuck out a hand and stealed herself for the Intendant's muddy grip in greeting. She was surprised when the Intendant held out her hand as if expecting it to be kissed. ::What the he--?!??!!:: Janeway firmly turned the gesture into a quick handshake, then released her. "Yes, well. Meet my officers and crewman, Harry Kim, Tuvok of Vulcan, Seven, Neelix, Tom Paris, the man who just exited was James Kirk. This, is a Learned One, a native who wished to help and that..." she indicated to an orange shadow on a rocky shelf near them. "...is Spot.." Purring herself, the Intendant saundered over to the feline and attempted to stroke him. "Reeoowwww!!!!! *Hiss* " Spot exclaimed and lashed out with a set of claws. He was hastily contained by the 8472's mental hold and Spot sank to his belly and he subsided into a moaning protest deep in his throat. Outwardly, he appeared calm. But his eyes were still angry. ::Bad woman.:: Spot insisted to the Speaker. ::She smells of a ship, laced in fear. Feels wrong somehow..:: Janeway got an abbrieviated version of Spot's thoughts from the 8472 as one fact. ::Strange ship in orbit.:: It offered. Janeway's eyebrows rose.. "I assume, Intendant, that your ship in orbit, is waiting for you to return? You're welcome to tag along with us. In fact, you may wish to. For you and your crew are now stuck in the Carousel Coordinate with us. A being named Q has some answers we need on this planet and we're trying to find him. I'd offer you a chance to clean up but I've a bit of a crisis here. One of my crewmen has just been attacked by the indigenous factions of this underground base here. I've got to go after him. Tag along if you wish but stay close. It could be dangerous." Janeway gestured curtly for the away team to move into Kirk's tunnel at an urgent pace. She subtly indictated to Tuvok to trail, keeping the Intendant ahead of him and his phaser set to stun. Harry's map led the way and the running was easy.. Everyone was moving silently even the Intendant, who chose to follow, not at all put out by the physical exertion. In fact, she seemed to enjoy the pace like a marathoner would. She was like iron. Several times, she stepped over dessicated Cleric bodies that showed up under flashlights like morbid signposts. They didn't even phase her. ::Odd.:: Janeway thought again. There was an unidentifyable scream from up ahead and all plastered tight to the wall. The inky blackness of their tunnel was suddenly, an asset. Harry hastily muted the audio on tricorder and they all inched forward. A few meters more and the air filled with the sound of voices and electronic machinery chatter. A strong light was coming from a room just ahead. Janeway gestured for half the away team to flank the other side of the entrance and wait for her signal to enter. Everyone had their weapons out and ready.. Janeway took a breath and lined up to grab a surveillance peek around the doorway's edge steathily. She heard Kirk's voice, speaking urgently to someone and then that strange scream once again. ::That's it!!:: Janeway decided and stuck her head around the corner. She came nose to nose with a pair of faces... --------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Seven and Janeway armed to the hilt in a yellow lit tunnel. Image : Animated gif of a purple reptilian Humanoid face glaring right at you. Image : Animated gif of Spock's face raising an eyebrow. *********************************************************** END WEEK THIRTEEN RECAP 6-01-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] WEEK FOURTEEN RECAP 06-02-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] *********************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Oops I Did It Again.... Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2000 14:18:55 -0500 Q looked at his two partners in crime and chuckled. He adored getting on Kathryn's bad side and the practical jokes were only just beginning. Suddenly he sensed something...different presenceses....the renegade Q...the presence was fleeting but there...and the El Aurulian. He would have to pay that meddlesome woman a personal visit. And also...the...it can't be ....the Borg. They were coming this way, a ship trapped in the vortex with them...cut off from the collective. Anything was possible now. Q quickly finished the modifications to his new equipment and motioned for Dax and K'Heyler to step closer to him on the modified transporter pad in the downed Delta Flyer. They were going in.... ***************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: It's the pelvic thrust that really drives them insane Date: Wed, 31 May 2000 13:52:55 -0500 This post is a collaboration with... oh, come on, take a wild guess.... *g* (Cat Cegla cegl0004@tc.umn.edu) %::That's it!!:: Janeway decided and stuck her head around %the corner. % %She came nose to nose with a pair of faces... % ::It's them!:: the captain thought, eyeing the two figures before her. One was the half-Klingon woman she had come to know as K'Ehleyr, the other the trill she now only called Dax. They smiled at her inigmatically, as if holding some hidden knowledge. She was about to ask them the thousands of questions on her mind when they spoke... in unison... in a language unknown to both her and her Universal Translator... It sounded remotely Klingon, but she could not wrap her mind around it. The Intendant beside her simply laughed. "What? What is it? Do you know what they said?" the captain demanded. "Dax, darling, it truly is a pleasure to see you again," the Intendant purred. "But why are you wearing that old body, and what in all of Bajor did you do to your hair?" The captain finally found her phaser and had it pointed at the two castaways before her. "I suggest you tell me what's going on," she said with a raised eyebrow. It was then that the forms before her flickered. Once, then twice, then they faded away. : :Holograms!:: "What did they say?" she asked the woman beside her once more. The Intendant laughed. "It's the language of the one with the forehead, but it's old. It roughly translates to 'Q, Q, he's our man. If he can't do it, no one can'." The startled look on the captain's face simply made her laugh all the harder. "Oh, I do think I like this place..." Far, far away from the current away team, hidden from sensors as they themselves scanned for the information they needed, the three castaways that had become 'Team Q' simply chuckled. Yet another false lead dear Janeway had fallen for. ************************************************************************* From: 'myron ojala' Subject: Gravity works!!! Oofff!!!! Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2000 14:28:31 PDT > Beverly studied Troi then turned around >to face Doctor Bashir, " Do you both have any conclusions >or ideas as to what has caused this strain?" Bashir answered Beverly's question, " Captain Janeway found her in a Federation shuttle craft, with all of her critical systems offline. Life support, barely minimum. She was the only survivor of the crew onboard, I'm afraid. She was beamed aboard in the midst of a confrontation with Q. She was hypoxic and unconscious but the EMH managed to bring her around. Later she fell into this coma you see now." Julian handed her a datapadd with Troi's case work to Beverly. "There was an attempt by someone from a deserted planet two weeks from here to communicate through a tetrion based communication beam. Captain Janeway was effected by it. She claimed to see a gecko, her spirit guide and her pet puppy, Molly from home. It was a warning beacon left by a race called the Learned Ones. One of the effects of it was that Janeway's brainwave patterns mirrored Troi's own. I still don't know what caused that or why." There was a bright flare of unexpected transporter activity right in front of them. A man in engineering gold appeared in mid air and dropped onto the biobed containing Troi.. Crusher saw the EMH step forward and say.. >"Would you mind getting off my patient. She can't breathe with > you on top of her." Beverly and Bashir rushed forward. Bev realized who this man was ::Barclay?!:: His full weight was on top of her friend. He mumbled something and blacked out. Now Troi had awakened!! ::Must have been the jolt of impact.:: Together, the three doctors maneuvered Reg onto a new biobed. The EMH returned to reassess Troi while Bashir and Crusher attended to Barclay. Beverly could not help glancing over at Troi.. Before she could ask, the EMH spoke up, "Don't celebrate too soon. She's conscious but totally catatonic. She won't be speaking any time soon. A minor improvement if you ask me. " Julian actually felt annoyance at the EMH's lack of tact and sensitivity. He said, " **see sound bite below** " Dr. Bashir scanned Lt. Barclay and found only traces of adrenalin levels . The reason why he fainted was clear. He had not expected to arrive here. That idea had a familiar ring to it. Julian placed a hypospray at the base Barclay's neck and administered a general stimulant. A moment later, Barclay blinked his eyes and noticed Beverly. His eyes grew to the size of watermelons, "I must be dreaming.. Please, tell me I-I'm dreaming.." Julian smiled encouragingly, "According to these readings, you are quite awake. You are where you appear to be." Barclay muttered, "I'm here. I'm really here. On Voyager.. Ah, ...can anyone tell me why?.." The EMH didn't even look up, "That would be the question of the hour, wouldn't it? Two words. Q's here. Everyone, meet Lieutenant Reginald Barclay. He's one of the designer's of my programming matrix. He was responsible for developing my interpersonal relationship skills...." "Did it work?" Reg asked meekly. Barclay paled again. "D-Did you say Q?" He had read all the mission logs and reports concerning the being known as Q. He was not looking forward to seeing him in person.. "Where's Troi? I remember seeing her...ah,.." "Over here. I'll be sure to tell her you just dropped by." The holodoc said. Barclay sat up to see her better. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Julian remarked, "If you are feeling better, we have a slight problem with this biomatter tachyon detector. We can't get it to operate properly. A nearby volcano is throwing off an electro magnetic field that's interferring with the ship's sensors and transporters. Communications are spotty as well. Our away team needs this to be functional." Reg thought for a moment and swung his legs over the edge of his bed, "There could b-be a problem the phase variance of the emitter tranducer.. Let me take a look.." Bashir and the EMH exchanged amused glances. Beverly moved over to Troi's side, feeling mixed emotions. Troi did not appear to recognize her at all. She just stared at the ceiling without reaction. =^=Sickbay to bridge.=^= Julian hailed. =^=Torres here, doctor. What's new?=^= =^=We have a new arrival, Lieutenant Barclay. His engineering abilities are without fault, so the EMH claims.. Need a hand up there?=^= B'Elanna sat straighter in the center seat, =^= Sure. Send him on up. There's a new development happening with the away team. It's not good.=^= Barclay shot for the door, all business, =^=I'm on my way.=^= He glanced over his shoulder, "No need to show me. I know Voyager like the back of my hand. Nice to see you again Dr. Crusher.. And... thankyou, doctor. Doctors..... Keep me, ah,... informed about the Counselor... I am worried about her. She means alot to me...." Reg left for the bridge. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Audio : Bashir-- Now that I'm here, why would you need an archaic piece of software like him? *************************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] I tell ya Janeway Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2000 15:56:40 -0700 The Intendant sighed when Dax dissapeared "Well then....leave it to her to miss out on all the fun....I would really love to stay and chat...but this little seriousness from you all is getting a little too boring for me. I am off to find my way back to well....civilization and perphaps my ship. But first I need to find my comm badge. It fell off..." The Intendant waved and smiled, walking up to Janeway and leaning next to her ear, "Say...if you're interested...there's a milkbath in my chambers..." she snickered and walked off with a toss of words over her shoulder, "Think about it...". With that, the Intendant began a journey back to that cave she had been meaning to get to, with high hopes that she could brew some problems for the crew.... ******************************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] I say darling! Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2000 15:49:45 -0700 > you again Dr. Crusher.. And... thankyou, doctor. > Doctors..... Keep me, ah,... informed about the > Counselor... I am worried about her. She means > alot to me...." > > Reg left for the bridge. Beverly watched the wishy-washed Barclay bolt for the bridge. She giggled slightly then turned back to the matter at hand. Troi. With a calm and soothing voice, Beverly spoke "Deanna....Deanna it's Beverly...if you can hear me please give me a sign...". Deanna's eyelashes fluttered, bringing a great smile to Beverly's lips, "That means she can hear us, only she can't communicate! Oh Deanna...you're going to be ok...don't worry...you're in good hands now!". Beverly walked over to the counsol and turned to look at the EMH asking for silent approval to use his equiptment. After a slight nod from him, Beverly let her fingers dash over the controls on the counsol quickly, trying to locate an appropriate stimulant boost. "Computer...what is Troi's rate of reaction to stimulant 4693?" (SEE SOUND FILE HERE) Beverly growled slightly under her breath and continued on her gentle study of lifesigns. She looked up at Doctor Bashir, "I think we can make a progress now...I know how to stimulate her nerve senses to break her away from paralization. But I will need your h....." a sudden sweep of dizzyness took over Beverly, making her trip over her own legs and tumble backwards slightly. She shook it off and hoped no one had seen it, then continued "help in the matter. If that's ok with you Doctor Bashir....and EMH whats your name...". ~Beverly Crusher ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachment) Audio : Computer- That is not a valid question... Beverly- Like hell it's not... *********************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Word to the unwise. Date: Sat, 03 Jun 2000 01:12:12 SCT >"Think about it...". With that, >the Intendant began a journey back to that cave she had been meaning to >get to, with high hopes that she could brew some problems for the crew.... The Intendant left after that parting shot. Janeway and the away team had just realized that Dax and K'Ehleyr and been Q induced holograms. Now, they were dealing with Spock and the strange blue alien the Voyager captain had really been facing before the holographic projection. The Intendant had barely gone a hundred meters back down the tunnel when she encountered her combadge glinting in the light. But it wasn't coming from the floor. It was coming from about waist height. ::???:: The Intendant was puzzled. But she walked forward to recover it. "Going somewhere?" A soft voice asked, cheshire like. The Intendant snapped into a crouch and looked around in alarm. Her combadge glinted again,.. and it was suddenly in a hand, belonging to a long robed woman in a matching hat. It was Guinan.. Guinan studied the Intendant carefully, holding out the combadge to her. When the Bajoran reached for it, she pulled it away. "You don't feel right.. You belong somewhere else. I don't know if I care for this feeling I get from you.." She tossed the badge to the other woman,... "Keep this in mind,.. Return to your ship and crew... But Janeway and her away team are under my protection and one other who is more powerful than both of us, the Speaker. Watch what you do.. Be assured that I will be watching you. " The Intendant didn't say much and circled a wide berth around Guinan. She smiled disarmingly and continued down the tunnel to her beam up point. Guinan called after her, not following, "You'll be back.. There's no other way out of this Carousel Coordinate. Janeway and her away team are on the right track to finding the exit.. We all have to work together. You'll see..." ********************************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Word to the unwise. Date: Fri, 2 Jun 2000 15:50:11 -0700 The Intendant mocked Guinan as she walked away and as she heard the woman's "you'll see" she spun around and placed a hand on her hip, "Oh will I?" she snickered and smiled the glorious full toned smile of a Bajoran woman. "Well please don't worry your little *hat* about me...we wouldn't want the both of you to get all choked up..." she smiled politely then turned her grin to a sarcastic seriousness "And dear...I don't need to see anything..." with that she dissapeared into a shimmering light. Upon her ship she transported to the coordinates of Voyager. She was more then a little curious of who else had ended up here. ~Intendant ************************************************************************ From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Rebound Date: Mon, 05 Jun 2000 00:30:53 SCT >Upon her ship she transported to the coordinates of Voyager. >She was more then a little curious of who else had ended up >here. The Speaker sensed a change in the Home's shell. Voyager was detecting an attempt at a beam in. IT knew the Home's shields would block the signal in a few moments. But the Speaker was very curious. #Whatis? This is? Not a Home Othermind reachings here.# The 8472 reached and grabbed the energy surrounding the new arriving disembodied Othermind. The Speaker carried the beam containing the Intendant to it's own living ship's cargo hold in Fluidic Space. There, IT let her form back into existence. IT made sure that she was alone. This new Othermind smelled of an Otherdimension IT had never scented before when she finally coalesced. Her mind was receptive however, and the Speaker spoke with the Intendant through an eye wall connection showing ITself from IT's place on Voyager's bridge. #Yous are not from heres. I sees your Homeship and your's crews. I's on this Shell's bridge lets you passes not. Yous are in the now, on my "ship" for a mindtalk.. yesss?? The leader woman, I tells yous, the "B'Elana", has obstructed all reachings-beamings in from notHome Othermind peoples.. Knows this, Othermind-that-scents-not-here, that I's am teeth for Voyager and her Peoples. Yous must prove kin to me and they's to board. Or I allows not..# The Intendant looked around herself. That deep voice was in her head. This strange cargo hold around her was living and organic flesh,.. not artificial. She could feel its sentience all around her.She realized that this Speaker being was intimately linked with the mind of this living vessel .. A powerful ally indeed, Janeway had forged. Another shock, she still had communcation with her own ship. Her transceiver's light was blinking comforting pulses. Then the mindspeak flared again. It was loud but did not hurt. The 8472 offered, # I lets yous go in the soon to be. I first's restores yous..# There was a peach flare. The Intendant was no longer soiled and dirty.. even the cuts and bruises she received from the small rockfall in the cave-in had been healed. Only her skin tingled to show she had even been effected at all. Then she saw an image of the voice's owner appear on the eyewall over her head. It was a creature she had never encountered before. #I works with the "Janeway" for egress from this place, the away-from-the-seas, that holds us. Knows this, Yous and your Home's peoples will find no harbor in the Black here. The badthing waves are storming Everyplace. I knows only One safe waytogo visible. On the rockplace below.The tasting distantmind, "Q" has thingses we's needs. The "away-Peoples" hunt to get theses in the now. I sees no other path. I sees now more..You will joinses us in the hunt in the soon after, Other placemind.. Mindthink a kinbond with US for the not yet now, Otherplacemind. # The Intendant felt herself wink out from her aborted attempt to transport to Voyager. She was plunked down on her own ship, onto her own cabin cushions near her servant's heads. They immediately crouched down in abeyance, one offered grapes and the other incense, both dripping fear. In annoyance, she kicked the food tray away and stormed back to her own bridge to take account of what had just happened to her. Unseen by all, Guinan watched from an outer window in one of the living ship's pods.. backlit by the eerie purple glow of the Coordinate Trap surrounding her. It's flesh was undetectable by all the Intendant's ship's sensors.. She, like the Speaker, wanted to befriend this mysterious dictator in their midst. -------------------------------------------------------- On the bridge of Voyager, the 8472 relayed what it had learned about the presence of the Intendant and her ship to the "B'Elana" and the new Otherthing, the "Barclay" guarding there. And it released to the "Janeway" what had transpired. Then it felt one of the Coolminds had awakened. It was the "Troi". She was only in the half now. The 8472 reached with IT's mind to sickbay and tried to Mindspeak,..and IT unintentionally Reached the "Crusher" and this peoples wavered, almost losing her balance. >.I know how to stimulate her nerve senses to break her >away from paralization. But I will need your h....." a sudden >sweep of dizzyness took over Beverly, making her trip over >her own legs and tumble backwards slightly. She shook it off and hoped no >one had seen it, then continued,... IT steadied her and waited until Beverly pulled back her orientation to herself. Mindspeak was only possible if this "doctor" allowed IT inside.. ------------------------------------ (attachment) Image : A dark blue nebula and stars. ********************************************************* From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Intendant sits Date: Sun, 4 Jun 2000 15:18:06 -0700 > Unseen by all, Guinan watched from an outer window > in one of the living ship's pods.. backlit by the > eerie purple glow of the Coordinate Trap surrounding > her. It's flesh was undetectable by all the Intendant's > ship's sensors.. She, like the Speaker, wanted to > befriend this mysterious dictator in their midst. The Intendant tapped her fingers on the arm of her chair. "What in the hell is the meaning of all of this security to Voyager? I thought that Janeway character was allowing transport. " she growled then stood up and paced the bridge. "I am not going to help them...why should I? I just want the hell out of here, " she snarled now walking at a faster pace, "And now look...my happiness is being disturbed...". The Intendant was at a loss of what to do and she was frankly a little concerned at all of the things that had happened. And who was this Guinan woman? "Ensign....send up one of my Terans...thanks...". She sat down placing a hand to her mouth and gently nibbling on the nail of her smallest finger. Soon a young Teran woman appeared on the bridge and sat down on a cushion beside the Intendant's chair, taking the Intendant's free hand in hers and rubbing her face on it. This involked nothing from the Intendant but a slight smile and then an utter blank look as she wondered what would happen next. ~Intendant ************************************************************ From: "patti keiper" Subject: Sheep in Wolf's clothing... Date: Sun, 04 Jun 2000 18:38:46 PDT >I know how to stimulate her nerve senses to break her away >from paralization. But I will need your h....." a sudden sweep of >dizzyness took over Beverly, making her trip over her own legs and >tumble backwards slightly. She shook it off and hoped no one had seen >it, then continued "help in the matter. If that's ok with you Doctor >Bashir....and EMH whats your name...". The EMH was so focused on reading his file that he almost missed The Enterprise doctor's symptom. "I have no name being just a program,...however,.. I had almost decided on choosing Smalih-- Are you fatigued, Doctor? If so, we can show you to your quarters and continue this in the morning. It is 03:37 your time..." Bashir looked up too, from his computer terminal in profession attention. Beverly shook her head in an I'm-fine way and indicated him to continue with his thoughts on Troi. So the two doctors took her word on her current condition and continued on their observations. It was decided that Troi be allowed to sit up in her bed in a protective restraining field to keep her from falling. An intravenous feeling tube was started and Crusher began to outline her plan of breaking Troi out of her fugue to a datapadd to download into the sickbay computers. The computer was ordered to notify them of any change in the counselor's condition and the three of them went to the messhall for some food and coffee. They saw Naomi Wildman, by the cooking counter. The EMH waved and she waved back before continuing to serve trays out to Voyager crew in line. It seemed to be that the recovered crew was now hungry.. Bashir grabbed a sandwich and coffee and Crusher did the same. Of course, the EMH did not need to eat so he just sat.. and peered about the room, checking up on his former patients while they, too, ate. Bashir was glad for the respite from sickbay and ate eagerly. Dr. Crusher wondered about her dizziness in between slips of coffee. ::What was that all about? I could've sworn I heard something in my head.:: --------------------------------------------------------------- "Spock? Are you all right? " Janeway asked when she got a grip on herself after the holoimages faded away. He appeared unharmed albeit a bit rumpled from his adventure. He nodded in his usual Vulcan way. Kirk, next to him appeared equally unalarmed. "Well, what was that scream we all heard? It sounded like Spock.." the Voyager captain wanted to know. The Blue Faced Learned One spoke up at her side, "Forgive me , captain. But that was all an illusion. Our historical database player often includes the image of their viewer audience members when outlining a particular aspect or point. Spock's vocal pattern was adopted in a recreation of a failed time transit attempt of a clergy from two hundred years ago. It was strictly a recreation of an historic event. No one was harmed. Err, that's not precisely true, Spock was mistaken for a vandal and jumped by one of our young guards when he was found fiddling with the library records terminal. That youngster has been sounded punished.. However, I am at a loss about that last set of projections... must've been a system glitch.." ::Oh, if only you knew my friend.:: Janeway said remembering her surprise at seeing a transformed Dax and K'Ehleyr before her. Janeway regarded this new being in a new light. He seemed like any typical librarian from any Federation world she could think of. She relaxed,. "Thank you for allowing us in here,...Gentlebeing..??" "Oh, ah, Prefect, Captain Janeway, Prefect would do nicely.. I already know who you all are.. another trait of the database. And I know you wish to explore the Node further to find your way out of the Shield Nebula, or the Carousel Coordinate as you so call it.. I'll allow it. But there are miscreants here and may cause you trouble." the old Prefect grinned through his blue wrinkles. He went on to share the whole purpose of this particular room. How they activated the old timedoor just enough to resonate a radioactive resonance that reflected back from every clergy body on the planet. One by one, their old dead were conveyed back to the Learned One Library to be afforded honorable burials. ::It's much like recovering MIA's in wartime years later:: Janeway thought. Then he shared news that was not quite so benign. Data had been found. Deactivated and partially disassembled. It was quickly arranged to have him brought to Voyager. B'Elanna was notified and Barclay, too. It would be a side project of theirs to reactivate him and learn what had happened. The Prefect went on to show them all the artifacts in the room and what atrocities their Gods had committed against his people once the sad Q had joined them in the heavenship.. One statue was glowing strangely with a greenish light.. It was a representation of the Borgified Q holding a Borg Sphere.. Harry asked about it.. The Prefect shrugged his stooped shoulders and said, "Don't know exactly... older stories say it is an Eyestone. It supposedly showed the clergy when a GOD was near them...." ------------------------------------------------------------ Fifteen minutes later, all things were arranged. The librarian Learned Ones would stay friendly and help the Voyager crew as best as they could should they meet up once more in the tunnels while on their body recovery assignments. The away team was notified by the Speaker of all that had transpired with the Intendant. And Tuvok chose to remain behind to learn more. He reassured Janeway that he would return to the ship as soon as he learned anything useful and relay it back to the away team through the Speaker's link. The away team was moving through the tunnels leading toward a single glowing spot indicated by Q's tricorder map. It marked a bunker of some kind.. It was labeled,..ironically, "Here there be dragons..." ::Hmph,..:: Janeway reasoned. These Learned Ones, as yet, were far from being dragons.. More like salamanders.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Janeway and Harry with thoughtful expressions. Image : Two peeling, Learned One young. ********************************************************************** END WEEK FOURTEEN RECAP 06-06-2K voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] WEEK FIFTEEN RECAP 06-07-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ********************************************* De : "Crystal-Lee" Objet : Re: [voyagerliveaction] A trip to the Messhall Date : Sun, 4 Jun 2000 23:33:53 -0700 Beverly Crusher took a nibble from the corner of her sandwhich but then returned it to it's place on the plate before her and did the same after a sip of coffee. "I think this is a lovely ship you have here...Voyager. I bet Jean Luc would love to see this...or even Will Riker! Although he would want to see it more for the ladies on board. " she smiled and felt an odd memory come to her head of when Odan (??) was trasferred to Riker's body. It just wasn't the same. She left her slightly touched sandwhich and coffee and leaned back in her chair studying the various things going on around. A young ensign dropped her plate and in clattered to the foot of a more prominent vulcan character. Through all of the things she observed she couldn't help let her mind wander back to Troi's condition. Her and Deanna were like sisters. She didn't want anything to happen to her... Beverly stood up and excused herself from the table, "If you both don't mind....I'd like to go back and check on Counselor Tr...." she suddenly toppled foreward landing in to the table there. "What the....", placing a hand on her forehead she managed to steady herself and bid the two Doctors a fairwell before heading for the door at a slight unsteadyness. ~Bev ************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] I saw the sign..... Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2000 12:09:13 PDT On the bridge... Barclay and B'Elanna were hard at work.. Data's parts were a little more sophisticated then she might have liked. Yet Reginald had surprised her once again.. He had studied this android and knew his operating specs and apparatus almost as well as he knew Voyager's! Torres had used "conn officer's discretion" and turned the upper deck of the bridge into a temporary workshop of sorts for Data's benefit. Barclay had pointed out that it couldn't hurt to do so considering how much space was available since most of Voyager's crew was still missing. Data was almost fully restored with the exception of his head. That rested on the science console., plugged with many leads into the ship's diagnostic database. B'Elanna almost expected it to start speaking at any moment... The 8472 continued to keep the away team informed of Data's reactivation progress and now knew that it would be only a matter of hours before he was fully "recovered". Tuvok remained in telepathic contact through the Speaker and was uncovering fascinating facts about the Learned One clergy underculture and about the renegade suicidal Q's past activities. He had tried quite actively to get the collective of the centuries ago Sphere to "eat" his will. The Vulcan had unveiled one visual datalog showing this Q throwing himself at the Queen "god's" feet and begging to be assimilated. This strange leader queen said only three words in that log, "You are weak.." and then the Q was hauled away to an experimental node where he was subjected to tests to learn why he was still not assimilated even though the transformation was registering as physically complete on his corporeal body. Tuvok decided to file that bit of visual information for a later report to the captain. He delved into more data about the Learned Ones in this Clergy Library.. and wondered if the away team was faring any better learning about the mysteries of this planet. It was all so very puzzling.. from everything as to why this complex, and the others like it, were still in existence, to why the Borg were still religious icons to the people living here even after their civilization had been destroyed by them. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Janeway and the away team were moving fast in the tunnels to the spot marked by Q as being underground bunkers. So far, they were only about two kilometers straight down from the place where Harry and Dr. Bashir had fallen into the Node's tunnels and about half a kilometer from Tuvok's position in the library. And Voyager still registered as being directly situated on top of them on the surface, shrouded in the 8472's living ship's protective fields. The numbing darkness in the tunnels jarred Janeway into rambling thoughts. B'Elanna was more than competent in the center seat. And now she heard that Barclay, one of the EMH's creative programming testers, was at her side. Somehow, Kathryn found that very comforting.. She felt she had come to know the man when he had contacted Voyager from Earth in an impossibly wild chance at contact a few months ago in their history before they began this sorry tale in the trap. At the time, Barclay's voice and then Tom Paris's father's voice had made the tremendous distance still stretching between her crew and home seem like mere inches. A welcome illusion for sure. Anyone who spent months on re-establishing contact with a known lost vessel had to be devoted beyond the norm for her behalf. Barclay was definitely a welcome fold indeed. Kathryn walked a little behind a security guard, listening to the crunching steps of the away team all around her as they all explored the virtual map on their tricorders, methodically. A quick head count showed that Guinan was no longer among them. ::Hmm, I wonder where she took off to?:: the captain thought. Spot's link with the Speaker was quiescient for the moment and revealed no details. As they went deeper into the earth,.. their equipment scans' range increased.. curiously, as did Voyager's ability to lock onto their lifesigns via transporter targetting scans. The 8472 also reported "less slippery grasping" whatever that meant.. by its HOME's translocation mode capability. It was getting more and more likely that all the EM interference near the surface was due to the volcano's effect only.. An hour later, Janeway coughed some dust out of her lungs and called a halt for a rest break. Most of the away team was still tired from the rescue attempt that morning of Harry and Dr. Bashir.. It was time for rations and a general conditional health check. While everyone ate, Kathryn wove in and out of her crew, speaking quietly with each and everyone, assessing their status discreetly.. It was amazing how easy it was to "read" her crew with a simple shoulder touch or soft word.. Soon, Janeway was satisfied with what she found.. Neelix was sharing his tea with Harry and Paris. Seven appeared to be running inventory once again on the equipment packs, Spot was already sleeping near the phaser warmed rock fire, Kirk and Spock were sitting warily at both ends of the camp watching both directions down the tunnel for anything out of the ordinary.. All lifesigns were normal on her tricorder status scan of the crew. No high level stress indications or any injury was evident there. With one tiny exception. Ensign Kim was trying to hide a dislocated finger. He had treated himself for it. The captain saw no need to mention it. She was once his age, and had hid the odd bump or two from her commanding officer as well on more than a few away missions. She smiled at the way he concealed his finger splint. She pretended not to notice it. Kathryn relaxed a few notches.. :: No sense rushing things extraordinarily. I think we're well prepared for just about anything here. The Speaker is watching us.:: She sat down to eat by the fire. --------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, in the messhall.. Bashir had just started eating when... >Beverly stood up and excused herself from the table, "If you both don't >mind....I'd like to go back and check on >Counselor Tr...." she suddenly toppled foreward landing >in to the table there. "What the...." placing a hand on her forehead she >managed to steady herself and bid the two >Doctors a fairwell before heading for the door at a slight unsteadyness. Julian was just about ready to intercept Beverly and ask her what was wrong when the EMH pulled him back down into his seat. The holodoc voiced quietly under his breath, "Dr. Bashir. I know she's showing signs of syncope as well as you do.. Remember, we've already treated her injuries completely the first time. She's physically all right. This is something different. I have a theory that she is latently psi postive and that the Speaker maybe trying to reach her.. She is resisting and is suffering dizzyness as a result. That is her choice I'm afraid. To not speak with it." "And besides, Doctor, she IS a doctor.. we have to respect her wishes and not interfere.. At least, not until something more happens and her condition warrants it. Such as a change in awareness level. If she were to faint, we'd have our legal implied consent to treat her." He smiled at his own cleverness, and then the EMH tapped the fascimile of a combadge on his chest, =^= Computer, establish a continuous life sign and location lock on new arrival Beverly Crusher. Relay continuous readout to me and inform me of any change in her consciousness level deeper than natural sleep.=^= #Biolock established. Bioflag parameters are initiated and functioning. Vital signs on Beverly Crusher are: BP 100/64, Pulse, 90, Respirations, 20,..Pupillary reactions are--# The EMH amended his order,. =^=Computer mute audio. Link her telemetry to my diagnostic matrix directly..=^= #Link established.# the computer warbled. "There we are.." the holodoc smiled to Bashir. "We have her situation monitored through me...now can you eat?" He shoved Julian's tray back under his nose. "I don't want you fainting from hunger later on, now do I?" Julian raised both eyebrows and reached for the second half of his pastrami on rye.. :: Smart programming. However, the bedside manner chip needs serious overhauling. Maybe Barclay can help me with that when all this is over...:: he mused. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the caves, Janeway's lunch was interrupted by a shout of discovery. One of the security guards called for her.. and everyone grabbed their wristlights to see what had attracted his attention. Newly painted on one rock, about face level was a tattoo. It was white and instantly recognizable. Chakotay's temple tattoo, perfect in every detail, and an arrow pointed downwards.. Janeway's heart leaped into her throat at the sight. It was still wet.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : A computer screen with an internal ship wide scan in progress *animated* Image : Chakotay's grinning face, and his tattoo.... Hmmmm... **************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: Re: Spock found now we have to come up with a plan Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2000 11:09:25 -0700 (PDT) Kirk finds himself once again standing next to Ensign Kim...As he hears some strange voices in a strange, smooth hallway in the cave...Kirk has his phaser drawn. They see two hooded figures pass by and they quietly follow the two men to a room that looks like the center of operations. Kirk glances to Kim.."they seem very organized...they dont like they are performing a ritual here. More like a command center.." Kim nods in agreement. Kirk looks around the room and sees Spock with is head ozzing with blood. Kirk sees Spock nod to him. He has an idea. ***************** Meanwhile Spock is staring at the figures and the strange language before him. He trys to understand it but, it differcult with the blood rolling into his eyes and the pounding in his head. As he wipes some blood from his face he sees Captian Kirk and the young ensign...He nods over to his Captain. One of the hooded figures look at Spock...and talks to him in the strange language. Spock is being to understand it slowly. He looks up at the Hooded person and he begins to look at the equipment before him to avoid another wack on the head.. ******************************************* From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: The Intendant takes action Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2000 18:38:23 -0700 The Intendant stood up and paced the bridge. Suddenly it struck her! She had followed Earth's 20th century history and recalled an old "film" called The Wizard of Oz. She had actually watched it from an old player of the type needed for such unsofisticated things called "movies". It was rather ignorant and uncanny, but she had finally thought of a little plan. "Now, if they are being so cautious as to not allow me...such a respectable person as myself to voyage there on that ship, unguarded...I think I can at least find out what is going on within!". She constructed a tiny device with her cheif engineer and it was sent out to attach on to Voyager's hull. It did succesfully and the Intendant peered into the screen she had to view the activity inside, just like the witch had done in that dreadful film. She snickered and pressed a button on the screen, relaying messages to the probe to let out the concealed camcorder devices upon impact. When the tiny probe attached itself to Voyager, it poked a small feeler through the ship's wall and let out a dozen miniscule camera devices, relaying video images back to her screen. She sighed, "I was wrong...Voyager doesn't really have anything to hide. Hmm...maybe we should befriend that Janeway character...she could be of use to us..." The Intendant stood up from her chair and walked to the transporter, while her crew beamed her down. She then went to finding Janeway. It wasn't long before she caught up with her, "Janeway....Kathy..." The Intendant smiled hoping she'd made Janeway curious as to how she knew her name. One of the probes had picked out a reference to her and she discovered the Captain's first name. "Well I will help you...I talked it over with my err ship and we would love to be of your service..."she smiled and leant on her hip, looking the fellow Captain over. She was no Nerys...but she was a lovely being indeed. She was beginning to think she would enjoy this part of the bargain. She looked around the cave, "I'm not gonna have to get dirty again am I? There is a time and place for that sort of thing, but I am quite sated being clean for now!" ~Crystal-lee ******************************************************************* From: Imgoing2WDW@aol.com Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Re: I saw the Sign, and Spock..... Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2000 16:58:41 EDT > In the caves, Janeway's lunch was interrupted by a shout of discovery. > One of the security guards called for her.. and everyone grabbed > their wristlights to see what had attracted his attention. > > Newly painted on one rock, about face level was a tattoo. > It was white and instantly recognizable. > Chakotay's temple tattoo, perfect in every detail, and an arrow > pointed downwards.. > > Janeway's heart leaped into her throat at the sight. > > It was still wet.. Chakotay had been leaving signs all along, knowing that Kathryn would be out looking for him, if she were able. He had no idea how he had gotten to where he was, just that he was somewhere in a deep, dark tunnel. He had noticed a few others like him, different species, all being forced to work for these hooded aliens. He noticed a Vulcan look over to one side and Chakotay followed his gaze... > Meanwhile Spock is staring at the figures and the > strange language before him. He trys to understand it > but, it differcult with the blood rolling into his > eyes and the pounding in his head. As he wipes some > blood from his face he sees Captian Kirk and the young > ensign...He nods over to his Captain. > > One of the hooded figures look at Spock...and talks to > him in the strange language. Spock is being to > understand it slowly. He looks up at the Hooded person > and he begins to look at the equipment before him to > avoid another wack on the head.. ... he noticed the young ensign with the antiquated-looking captain. "Harry..." he mumbled to himself, surprised and happy to see a familiar face. He quickly looked away, so as not to give away them away. Chakotay *************************************************************************** From: patti keiper Date: Wed Jun 14, 2000 2:43am Subject: Breadcrumbs.... >Newly painted on one rock, about face level was a tattoo. > It was white and instantly recognizable. >Chakotay's temple tattoo, perfect in every detail, and an arrow >pointed downwards.. >Janeway's heart leaped into her throat at the sight. >It was still wet.. Kathryn hit her combadge, trembling.. It was him! And if her first officer were here, others of her crew would be too. She hit her combadge even as she drew out a tricorder to scan for DNA traces.. The traces registered human, and.. from one very undeniably, living individual, Chakotay.. =^= Janeway to Chakotay.. If you can hear me, respond..=^= Unmerciful static bit her ears. Standing, she made her way back to the main chamber of their campsite to confer with Kirk. But he was no longer guarding the rear approach tunnel. In fact,.. both he and Spock seemed to be missing along with Harry.. Janeway asked to all present, "Has anyone seen Captain Kirk, Spock or Harry recently?They stopped with us for break, I just scanned them for a health check five minutes ago." Everyone shook their heads in the negative.. ::Damn! Why did they go wandering off? Haven't they been paying attention to what has been going on?:: she thought in frustration. It was a cardinal rule to not leave an away team to go exploring solo. Now, they were actively missing.. Janeway ordered, "Everyone, we are going to search for them. Gather your things. We're moving out..." Her tricorder trace picked up traces of Vulcan blood on the ground. ::Spock's:: He HAD been slightly injured by the Learned One teens in the Library. She and the away team followed the trail to a bunker full of differently dressed Learned People. They were all in black and many other aliens were far down below the away team in a vast cavern complex. Still unseen, the away team saw a scene unfold in front of them. Meanwhile Spock is staring at the figures and the > strange language before him. He trys to understand it > but, it differcult with the blood rolling into his > eyes and the pounding in his head. As he wipes some > blood from his face he sees Captian Kirk and the young > ensign...He nods over to his Captain. > > One of the hooded figures look at Spock...and talks to > him in the strange language. Spock is being to > understand it slowly. He looks up at the Hooded person > and he begins to look at the equipment before him to > avoid another wack on the head.. Janeway startled.. Chakotay was down there!! Harry too!! With Kirk and Spock.. They had been taken prisoner by the look of things. It appeared that Spock was being forced to operate equipment of some kind. Pinning against the wall, the away team watched at least seventeen other races of people being forced to attempt the same thing at strange terminals all around the cavern. These were NOT the Learned One Librarians. These People must be the miscreants the Prefect had warned her about! The enslavers! Janeway had to act.. Then a voice jumped out at her elbow. >"Janeway....Kathy..." >The Intendant smiled hoping she'd made Janeway curious as to how she knew >her name. One of the probes had picked out a reference to her and she >discovered the Captain's first name. "Well I will help you...I talked it >over with my err ship and we would love to be of your service..." Kathryn grabbed the Intendant and pushed her protectively against the wall before any of those below would notice them on the ledge above. She put a hand to her mouth, quieting her exuberant outburst.. "Glad you've decided to join us, Intended. I'm sure the Speaker had something to do with it. Keep concealed..!! Four of our crewman may be in trouble down there.. I don't want to give our position away just yet." She smile ruefully. "Sorry we haven't gotten better acquainted before now. It's just that I've had pressing business to attend to so far. How is your ship and crew? Well, I hope.." Kathryn turned away scanning the distant figures of Harry, Chakotay, Spock and Kirk to see if she could learn anything new about their situation. Spock's minor wound was worse for some reason. More bleeding.. ::What had happened to him to cause that?:: Janeway squinted to see all the people below a little better. The complex seemed to be run by Learned One overseers of some kind. Her "captured" crew and the other alien races seemed to be being forced to learn how to operate the myriads of machinery lining the massive cavern walls around them. The most attention seemed to be given to Spock and his attempts by the overseers.. Janeway felt her link to the 8472 sharpen and suddenly, Harry, Kirk, Spock and Chakotay disappeared in a peach nimbus of translocator energy.. The Speaker had found them!! The flare re-erupted at her side. When the brightness had faded, Janeway found herself happily reunited with them. Her wishful thinking had been a little too successful.. Tuvok had been yanked from his library room along with Harry and the others. He looked annoyed even for a vulcan at the 8472's interference.. But, ::Never look a gift horse in the mouth:: Janeway mused. At least, everyone was all together the way they should have been all along.. Chakotay was still reeling from the odd sensation of the translocation device of the Speaker's living ship.. He rubbed down the hair on his arm and remarked about it as he shivered in memory.. **SEE SOUND BITE** She drew them away into the dark tunnel back the way she had come with the rest of the away team supporting Spock over one of her shoulders, the Intendant helped her with Spock's other arm, Kirk following them with his phaser drawn behind them. They left behind he miscreant overseers to their fruitless panicking search for the new Voyager crew no longer in their possession... Janeway and the away team escaped unmolested and undetected. ___________________________________________________________ (attachments) Image : Janeway and Harry with thoughtful expressions. Image : Two peeling, Learned One young. Image : Janeway, Tuvok and Chakotay outside moving, in close conference. Audio : Chak-- It's disgusting, captain.. ********************************************************************* From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: Some assembly required.. Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2000 22:20:47 GMT In the messhall,.. Bashir was finishing the last of his pastrami on rye. He was wondering if he should have another. ::Doctor Crusher's condition puzzles me. If she does possess latent psi abilities, she could very well suffer the same fate as Counselor Troi.If she doesn't, what could her problem be?:: Julian thoughts revolved around that problem. He mentioned it to the EMH, "Well what if she is suffering the same like Troi's symptoms..." "Hmmm?" the EMH emoted,. He did not yet understand where Julian was going with his line of thinking. Bashir began again, "We're going to have to get close to her again with a tricorder, you know that.." He bit down on his sandwich irritably. "But how to do that without her knowing it?" The EMH scoffed, "I suppose we're going to have to get a scan covertly, one would guess.." Julian smiled, "No problem.. Have you ever heard of James Bond..?" The holodoc said, "Oh, please,.. another spy in our midst. As if Sudor wasn't bad enough or Seska for that matter..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ On Voyager's bridge.. Data was caterwauling at the top of his "lungs".. Barclay was testing his speech centers. Poor B'Elanna was sitting in the captain's chair with both hands over her ears, trying to keep her cool. Data's head was still on the science console with its net of cables snaking to the diagnostic ports. Even the 8472 looked a little annoyed. Barclay looked up and saw them with their long suffering expressions and hastily cut off the test. The silence was golden. "I guess Klingon opera wasn't such a good choice, huh.. Heh." B'Elanna was ice, "How long?" "Uh,.. Not ver-- not much longer, I think.. Uh,..All that's left is...rerouting his postronic clips in his cervical connections. And then just hitting the on switch... Wah La!!" Reg finished the work with a flourish and suddenly Data's body twitched into life. Lieutenant Commander Data sat up from the table. He looked around with a puzzled look on his face., until he saw Reg Barclay.. "Mr. Broccoli?" he quipped. And a sideways smirk lit up Data's face.. Reg's own face fell into crushed disappointment, "Wha- what? B'Elanna snickered, "Broccoli, lieutenant? Sounds yummy.." Barclay blushed five shades of red. "Uh, that,.. uh, a nick name I picked up at the academy.. Don't,..don't ask .." "Sounds like Mr. Data was joking there.. I didn't know androids COULD joke.. Nice job. " B'Elanna hit her combadge, =^=Torres to Janeway. Data is fully repaired and back on duty, thanks to Mr. Broccoli..=^= =^=Who?=^=came Kathryn's reply. =^=I didn't quite catch that last bit, B'Elanna.=^= Barclay hissed insistently,.. "Barclay!! Barclay..Please.." he whispered , gesticulating wildly... Torres, smiled, "It's not important. Things are quiet here. The Intendant stuck a few bugs and eyes on our hull. I figured I'd leave them there. I returned the feedback and I am doing the same thing to her ship using her equipment links.." =^=Hmmmm, Turnabout is fair play.. Janeway out.=^= Barclay buried himself into his cleanup and said, "Well, now we've put humpty dumpty back together again... What's next?" B'Elanna remarked, "Find all the king's horses and all the king's men... in other words,.. let's find exactly where Q and his cohorts are jousting, shall we?" Barclay rejoined her in Chakotay's seat and pulled up a monitor to link with B'Elanna's telemetry.. And Data stood over his shoulder, watching every keystroke. Reg commented, "Ah, Lieutenant,.. H-Have you ever ah, dueled on the holodeck? I was thinking of the Three Musketeers in particular.." Data grunted, "En guard!!" B'Elanna thought. ::Not quite one hundred percent but he'll do.:: She turned to her work. -------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Reginald Barclay in a melancholy pose.. **************************************************** De : "Crystal-Lee" Objet : Re: [voyagerliveaction] Beverly in solitude Date : Wed, 14 Jun 2000 21:49:14 -0700 Beverly crossed the medics chamber to sit down on an empty chair near Councellor Troi's bio bed. What was going on? She wished she could just magically cure her friend. But now she was beginning to feel a little sadened that she wasn't back home on the Enterprise. She brushed a lock of red hair away from her face glancing around the sickbay. This place was definately advanced. Soon the censors beeped wildly. She jumped up and ran around pressing buttons and frantically scanning the council. Councellor Troi's eyelashes fluttered open and she opened her mouth "Bev...er....". Beverly ran to her friend with tears of joy in her eyes "It's alright Deanna...everything is going to be alright! You are doing so well on your recovery!". Troi shifted and smiled at her friend. *********************************************************************** END WEEK FIFTEEN RECAP 06-15-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] WEEK SIXTEEN RECAP 06-15-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ************************************************ From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] CoolMind Dreamses I's Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2000 00:07:36 SCT >Councellor Troi's eyelashes fluttered open and she opened her mouth >"Bev...er....". Beverly ran to her friend with tears of joy in her eyes >"It's alright Deanna...everything is going to be alright! You are doing so >well on your recovery!". Troi shifted and smiled at her friend. The peace and shadow of sickbay was intruded upon by a peach fire at the foot of Troi's bed. A portal opened up and the Speaker stood there, dripping soft plasma onto the carpeting. It regarded Crusher and Troi with a gentle eye. The doctor could almost feel the 8472's mind in her head echoeing but she fought it off angrily. Then strangely, Crusher's background dizzyness left and she, imagined the deep stenorous voice . Beverly gasped ::I'm not being harmed.. I-I:: Deanna was channeling information to her.. A message!! #I's comes to yous in the now. The Coolmind seeses you, "Crusherhealer". I's could not speaks with "Troi" until You's "reaches" her with heartfelts. # Dr. Crusher was two seconds from hitting her combadge, summoning others, when the Speaker moved to stroke Troi's face with a soft gesture. Its limb easily went through Troi's protective restraining field. She stopped her move for suddenly, Bev too, felt suffused with warmth and healing. She realized this awareness was coming through her bond with Deanna rather then through direct contact with the 8472. #This Coolmind's "Betazed" heart cannot "hears" in this Nonspace trap. Her Peoples' senses only in the Black with stars. I's heals the harm in heartself. I's cannot "touch" her Mind, that is pinned by Another Othermind I cannot sees.. I's knows not why.. "Crusherhealer." The leaderwoman "Torres" needs you on the "Bridge"Place. Othermind Janeway with the Awaypeoples wishes to "speaks" with you's in the now.. I cannot Mindspeak her to you's in the now for you's don't wish it so. I's use Othertechnology in this Home's vessel to do so.. # The 8472 dismissed the restraining field around Troi and it disappeared. #Come, Coolmind. You's are fully sensed in the now. You's cannot voice in speeches noises but I's hears you in Mindspeak. Your Heartfriend,"Beverly" will hears I's in Kinbond with you's. I cannot heals your voices organthing. Its frozen by an Othermind I knows not!# The Speaker calmly waited for Dr. Crusher to absorb all of its essence and purpose of its meaning and intent. Troi and the 8472 moved to the door with the 8472 supporting her weight. Deanna looked around herself and realized that she was mute and on a strange vessel. But she was unafraid, Beverly was there. ::She will help me. I know Barclay is here, too. And new friends not yet met from this Voyager starship.:: She held out a hand to Beverly and called out to her. ::Come with us. Or,.. open up to the Speaker with your Mind and see why we are all here and how we are doing right now. We need you, Beverly:: She turned to the door. The computer followed prelaid orders and announced. #Computer to remote EMH link. Sensors indicate that Counselor Troi is leaving sickbay. Consciousness levels approaching normal.# Troi silently smiled at Bev, knowing that soon, they would be followed by whomever set that watchdog parameter. She and the Speaker made their way to the turbolift leading to the bridge. ------------------------------------------------------------- In fluidic space,.. the living ship sounded.. It rejoiced in the Coolmind's healing. Now, it could begin. HOME moved closer to the "Voyager" Home and lifted it into the air, away from the volcano and the ground. The Othermind holding the "Troi's" speech and soul would follow the lure. HOME challenged the mysterious Othermind and felt it answer... The answer came from the Borg Sphere within the trap with them. It drew nearer. The sad Q shifted his gaze and saw yet another clergy priest die in an attempt to reach him. He scratched at a Borg implant encrusting his face and sighed sadly. ::I cannot die. Why? Even these Advanced Borg cannot touch me. I must find a way to end my existence.:: He did not even feel remorse at the Learned Ones suffering; his depression was so great. Then the sad Q saw Voyager being wrestled into the air by HOME. ::Ah,.. the counselor I am holding is being moved. She must stay on the planet!! I need her to help me. I only hold her voice so far. I have to do something.!:: The sad Q used his power to move himself with the Borg Sphere with him inside of it, nearer to the planet. The Speaker stopped in ITS tracks.. It had felt the mysterious Othermind!! HOME had found it. And it was surrounded by Souless Ones!! IT keened an alarm to EveryMind in ITS Mindspeak link. Janeway knew, and Troi and then Crusher in short order. Spot aroused in a fit of hissing fur, looking for the Sphere as if it were already upon him. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Soon, Q and K'Ehleyr and Dax noticed the change, even if they did not know the reason why.. They paused in their wanderings to find out.. ------------------------------------------------------------------- #Too soon! Too soon in the now!!# The Speaker cried. He transposed them all from sickbay to the bridge. Soon, Barclay was talking a mile a minute to the mute voiced Troi. -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Barclay talking urgently to the mute Troi. Audio : Troi- In another time and place, this could be funny.. ******************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: 6, 5,.. 4,.. 3,..2,.....? Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2000 22:28:05 GMT >Soon the censors beeped wildly. She(Beverly Crusher)jumped up and ran >around pressing buttons and frantically scanning the council. Councellor >Troi's eyelashes fluttered open and she opened her mouth "Bev...er....". >Beverly ran to her friend with tears of joy in her eyes "It's alright >Deanna...everything is going to be alright! You are doing so well on your >recovery!". Troi shifted and smiled at her friend. Meanwhile, in the messhall, Bashir waited patiently.The holodoc was finished rechecking the crew members there in the hall. He was content everyone was recovered from their past adventures to date. He rubbed Naomi Wildman's head affectionately as she scooted off to her quarters, running past him. Julian casually asked the holodoc how long he'd been online as a program application. "How long has it been?" "Do you mean amourous encounters or length of recorded duty?" the EMH fired back. Dr. Bashir was stunned by the surprising secondary reference to his question. The EMH's grasp of idiom was astounding. ::Apparently, this is no ordinary EMH. I'd love to meet his programmers.:: Julian stammered, "I-I mean duty of course.. Do you,... have you developed any hobbies?" They made their way to the exit, leaving behind the sounds of conversation and laughter behind them. The EMH regarded Julian frankly. "When I first came online, on Voyager, I was only a standard functional EMH. Then when we wound up in the Delta Quadrant without a real doctor, I ended up being forced to stay online for longer and longer periods of time. I had to adapt my programming to compensate. I learned to fall in love, sing, .. paint,.. Eventually, even to participate in away missions." The holodoc smiled smugly and pointed to his holoemitter attached to his upper arm. "Because of this little baby. I'm foot loose and fancy free.." >#Computer to remote EMH link. Sensors indicate that Counselor >Troi is leaving sickbay. Consciousness levels approaching normal.# The two doctors said simultaneously, "I'm on my way..." in stereo. They looked at each other, smiled, and both said again. "After you." when they both triggered the bulkhead doors leading to the corridor. "Let's hurry shall we?" Bashir prompted. "Agreed." the EMH specified. When they got to sickbay. The ward was empty... They searched every room to no avail. ::What?:: Julian thought. The EMH asked the computer, =^=Locate, Deanna Troi and Dr. Crusher.=^= #Deanna Troi and Dr. Crusher are on the bridge.# Bashir tapped his combadge, =^=Bashir to the bridge. Please respond.=^= B'Elana Torres answered, =^=Bridge here. Go ahead, doctor.=^= Julian empathetically said, "Our patient's decided to take a walk with her doctor. The computer says they're with you.." =^=That's correct, doctor. They both arrived minutes ago with the Speaker. It seems that we're going to get a little visit from some old friends of ours and Seven's. What do you know about the Borg, doctor?=^= Julian got an icy cold feeling at the pit of his stomach,::Oh no.:: He suddenly wished he was back on the holodeck and falling into another rabbit hole out of this whole mess he found himself in, =^=Watch her. We're on our way to you.=^= The two doctors left with a pair of medkits at a run. Julian looked at the EMH while they ran, "Is everyday onboard as stimulating as today?" "Frequently." replied the EMH. "Somedays, it's down right exciting." ------------------------------------------------------------- On the bridge, everything was animated with a hint of urgency. >Soon, Barclay was talking a mile a minute to the mute voiced Troi. "I'm so sorry I fell on you.. I- I was at the Argus Array, and then I was in a shuttle out of control above this planet." He pointed to the viewscreen. "I had to make an emergency beam out before I crashed so ...I....gave the command.The next thing I knew, I was on top of you." Troi gave him an understanding, yet amused smile. She touched him on the shoulder in support and sympathy. Dr. Crusher sighed impatiently, remembering the 8472's agitated behavior and alarm at a new developement concerning the imminent arrival of the Borg Sphere. Barclay nervously glanced at her and the busy command deck in front of them, seeing B'Elana decisively act and coordinate plans with the away team still on the ground. Voyager was now in orbit.. cutting off their possibility of beaming back right away until the ship steadied. There was no orienting the transporters while the Speaker's HOME had them in its grip. With a whoosh, the doors opened and Bashir and the ship's EMH strode onto the bridge. They immediately went to the Counselor's side. Dr. Bashir saw that she was oriented and listening to a strange man in engineering yellow and black. She seemed to know him really well judging by her reactions. "Who is this Counselor?" Deanna Troi turned to the doctors, pointing to her throat and mouth with a shake of her head. "Are you having trouble breathing?" Julian asked with alarm. She shook her head in denial adamantly, indicating a gesture from her mouth explosively. Dr. Crusher came forward shaking her head in denial as well. Barclay spoke up.. guessing, "I-I ah, believe that she,... ah she can't talk, Dr. Bashir. ah, doctors.." The EMH gestured with his hands in clipped movements. "I am trying sign. I suppose she knows how, being a counselor.." Beverly nodded in affirmation. Deanna watched the EMH closely.. and returned a story of how she was brought to the Trap and how her friends on the shuttle had been killed. She started to cry while relaying the tale to them all. The EMH translated, " "I was aboard my shuttle just leaving the Enterprise. Beverly had remained behind. We had just said our goodbyes and before we all realized, our shuttle was pulled off course. The force of the energy which held us threw everyone out of their seats and against the walls.." Troi's face twisted in pain,.. The EMH comforted her with a look but continued to relay her sign to the others,. "'I was the only one to survive.. I saw an image in my mind, of being in pain.. I felt HIS pain.. Such depth of being.. Wanting it to all end.. I saw....his face.. like a Borg's in my mind. Suddenly there was no air and I blacked out. I came to on the bridge with the EMH and a strange brown haired captain standing over me. I thought at first, that the being who had brought me there was present. I knew my fellow crewman were dead and I lost control because of HIM. I think I was sedated. At one time, I thought I saw Reg very near. Now I am here,.. on this bridge with you. That's all I know..'" The EMH finished his narrative signing with the counselor and was surprised that Data had understood and followed along with his signing, too. In fact, he even signed a phrase or two of encouragement to Deanna while she was conveying her story... B'Elana said, "You say 'He' brought you here.. Who is that? I know a Borg Sphere is on the way. The Speaker has just warned us of an approaching vessel." Deanna signed into the air once more with lacy gestures urgently, and the EMH acted as her interpretor once more. Data nodded at each correct translation as they went along.. The holodoc gestured, " ' I had a sense of immense loss. Of unimaginable suffering. He.. wants an ending.. And he felt like a Borg, but not a borg either.. He... was uncomplete with them.. He wants an end, doctors. An end of his existence. And he'll stop at nothing to accomplish his goal. His depression makes him dangerous to others around him . But I sense his nature is gentle, not evil.. He has immense power.. almost like... almost like...'" The doctor's gestures faded into non communication as she thought .. Barclay shivered, "Could he be a Q?" Deanna blanched at the thought. "'The Othermind the Speaker mentioned,.. is HE. I'm sure of it. If he is Q, why would a Q seek to destroy himself? And why did he bring ME here specifically?'" Dr. Crusher was not happy at Deanna's revelation. Data was thoughtful too. B'Elana had to focus on matters at hand. She had coordinated details of the ship's status with the away team and they were up to date. She was waiting for the captain's orders. "Doctors, this is all fascinating" B'Elana said, "But what I'd really like to know is how far away is the Sphere?" Barclay went over to the ops terminal and accessed sensor data, "The Borg vessel is approaching at sublight speed, half impulse. She'll arrive in our area in approximately six hours.." His eyes were not the only ones to widen in fear. Only the Speaker seemed uneffected by the dire news. ------------------------------------------------------ In the Node tunnels on the planet below, in the midst of the away team, Spot bristled and yowled in torment,.. He and the others in the link with the Speaker 8472 began to suffer a vision of what may be.. They hear three voices as well.. **SOUND BITE** ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : A warping Starfleet logo. Image : Voyager broadside with a Borg vessel blowing holes in its side with phasers. Audio : Sad Q - I'll stalemate you for an eternity if I have to! Janeway- The hell you will! The flaunted Q continuum. Self annointed guardians of the universe.. How dare you come aboard this ship and endanger this crew with your personal tug of war?! Q- Did anyone ever tell you you're angry when you're beautiful? **************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] An interrupted meal Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2000 18:10:49 -0500 Tom and Harry suddenly found themselves whisked back to the ship by the 8472's strange transporter. They were in the mess hall. "Well, good a time as any to have some lunch" commented Tom Paris. They replicated some food and sat down to eat. A Few moments later they felt the ship shake, they glanced out the window to see the ship rising from the surface fast. "Whats going on? I should be lifting off this ship!" Said Tom annoyed, "They didn't even call blue alert..." replied Harry. Not wanting to miss any action Ensign Kim said "We should probably get the bridge." "Agreed" Tom answered. The finished up their lunch quickly and made their way to the bridge. ------------------------ A few minutes later the terbolift doors opened, Tom headed toward the helm to sit down. While Harry went to his station. They saw two officers in strange uniforms, the EMH, and another docter in the middle of the bridge. "What is going on?" said Tom. "Borg cube approaching, ETA 6 hours, got to get the ship in working order" came the voice of B'Elena from the engineering station. "We'll I'll be..." Tom sat down and started the impulse engines up. "Impulse drives are operational" They waited for the Borg to reach them.... ******************************************************************** From: Imgoing2WDW@aol.com Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Breadcrumbs.... Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2000 20:11:31 EDT "Glad to be out of there," Chakotay said relived. He gave Captain Janeway a small smile, "Not that I had any doubt you'd rescue us." His mood changed to somber, "I'm anxious to know the status of what has been going on." Chakotay > Chakotay was still reeling from the odd sensation of the translocation > device of the Speaker's living ship.. He rubbed down the hair on his arm > and remarked about it as he shivered in memory.. **SEE SOUND BITE** > > She drew them away into the dark tunnel back the way she had come with the > rest of the away team supporting Spock over one of her shoulders, the > Intendant helped her with Spock's other arm. Kirk following them with his > phaser draw behind them. > > The miscreant overseers were left to their fruitless panicking search for > the Voyager crew no longer in their possession... > > Janeway and the away team escaped unmolested and undetected. ********************************************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Status Q Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2000 23:20:05 PDT >"Glad to be out of there," Chakotay said relived. He gave Captain Janeway >a small smile, "Not that I had any doubt you'd rescue us." His mood >changed to somber, "I'm anxious to know the status of what has been going >on." Captain Janeway made her way over to Spock's side with a medkit, . indicating to Chakotay that he follow and help her out. "I've been wondering the same about you, too, Commander. No one knows how you've disappeared. Ninety four others are missing from the ship as well. Have you seen any sign of them?" Chakotay's silence told her volumes. He'd share with her his end when he was ready. ::He must want to talk with me in private. All right. Saving this for the ready room.:: She stretched a tight muscle.::Right after I get my hot water shower. I ache!:: Kathryn tended Spock's head wound without directly touching him. Tuvok stood nearby, being stoically Vulcan by not addressing the Enterprise first officer about his injury. His condition was temporary. Already, his circulation was better with food and water on her tricorder. He'd have no more health problems. She watched him rejoin Kirk at the entrance to their hideaway refuge they had found for the away team. She turned to Chakotay.. "Commander, a lot has happened. I have an interesting way to get you up to date but you are going to have to trust me like you have never done so before.." Janeway's first officer didn't even hesitate, and nodded quick abeyance to whatever she had in mind. The Voyager captain crouched to the floor and reached down to grab an animal, he saw. She said, "Here. Take him.. And don't be afraid." Chakotay didn't understand what she meant until he gathered Spot into his arms. At once,.. he was in the Mindlink with the Speaker 8472 and the others. All they had shared together, past and present raced into his active recollection and then, he too was part of the link. He "heard" the Speaker greet him and it echoed eerily within Spot, who meowed in response. Chakotay understood everything from moment one. From Q's bringing the ship to the Learned One planet to everything his captain had experienced thus far with her own eyes and ears and mind. It was an uncanny form of communication. But a few questions remained.. "Captain, I--" >The Speaker stopped in ITS tracks.. It had felt the mysterious Othermind!! >HOME had found it. And it was surrounded by Souless Ones!! > >IT keened an alarm to EveryMind in ITS Mindspeak link. >Janeway knew, and Troi and then Crusher in short order. The away team members in the link all fell to their knees at the strength of the Speaker's alarm call. The rest of the team drew close in support. ::The suicide Q? Alive? :: She saw more in the message,.::How long until the Sphere gets here?:: The Speaker told them the slim margin of six of her Earth hours. Fighting nausea, Janeway looked up and saw a ring of everyone's faces around hers. She had to get up to her ship. Voyager needed her senior staff at the helm.. Or things would get very difficult to survive very fast. She demanded of HOME to come and "grasp" her Awaypeoples back to "Home".. She extended that welcome to the Intendant verbally. "Looks like you're going to get to see Voyager up close and personal Intendant. Just like you wanted with those surveillance devices on my ship's hull. Hang on!" HOME sounded once more in reply, like a whale song. And obeyed. Janeway grasped the Intendant as the peach fire of transfer took them Between to Voyager's bridge high in orbit above the Q world. Soon, nothing remained behind in the cave except footprints. ------------------------------------------------------------------- The away team staggered as equipment, themselves and about two inches of cave dust formed with them upon materialization. Everyone knew their stations and they took them. Most of the temporal visitors such as Kirk, Spock and the Intendant remained rooted in place, stupified by the image of the approaching Sphere on the monitor. "Don't worry. It's still really over five hours away from us. That is an image from the Speaker's eye panel in his living ship.." the captain remarked as she and Chakotay took their places in the center command chairs. "B'Elanna, You're relieved of the conn." B'Elanna didn't even look up from her engineering console. "I stand relieved, Captain. Nice to have you back Chakotay. I thought you had gone on to meet your maker.." Chakotay grinned at Torres before he activated his sidearm console and found sobering facts. ::It's true. Voyager has only us and eleven other crewman on board her. How our we ever going to defend ourselves against Borg? It's hard enough with a full crew complement..:: He kept this view fully to himself as he regarded Kathryn's ragged appearance and deameanor. She never took well to a Borg threat. He gestured a hand silently to his own chest, indicating himself and then pointed to her chair discreetly asking if she'd like to hand the conn to him for a while. Janeway sighed, "I thought you'd never ask. I could use some food and rest.." "Here. Here." came the irrascible reply from the EMH. Kathryn frowned,."Very well. I have a few things I'd like to get cleared up in sickbay, especially about that Counselor Tr--" She broke off seeing the woman right next to her elbow, smiling politely. Then she felt the Speaker linking them more strongly.. "I see...." Janeway said. And then she did. She learned all about that had transpired for her and for her friend, Dr. Crusher, and then Barclay. The three of them were surrounding Data and Kim, at his station. Harry tried to look normal as his captain appraised him. He barely put his finger splint behind his back and bunged it on the panel. His yelp caught the three doctors' attention and he was subjected to their care in moments. Kathryn smiled and nodded to Chakotay to take command. She stood, "Don't worry about it, Harry,.. I was the same way with my CO once. You'll figure out how to act cool soon enough under pressure.." Harry frankly rolled his eyes and said,..**SEE SOUND BITE** >"We'll I'll be..." Tom sat down and started the impulse engines up. >"Impulse drives are operational" Kathryn made her way to the turbolift,.. "Intendant, would you like to see more of my vessel? I'm on my way to sickbay for a little examination of a clergy body. The Speaker has just informed me we have one in our medical bay. Doctor..." Three heads looked up from Harry's dislocated finger. "Yes, captain?" "Ah,.. the EMH please.. You're with me. I'll be back in an hour, Chakotay,.. I'll inform commissary to send up food and drinks for the bridge on my way. Keep me posted." Everyone on the bridge were still watching her as she and the Intendant slipped into the turbolift on their way to sickbay. Soon, she and the EMH were wrist deep in the autopsy of the clergy body. With the Intendant looking on. As for those left behind on the bridge with Chakotay now in command,.. >They waited for the Borg to reach them.... -------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : J and the EMH in sickbay standing over a mummified clergy body. Audio : H-- Hi. My name is Harry "read-me- like-a-book" Kim... ******************************************************** From: Imgoing2WDW@aol.com Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Status Q Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2000 14:10:58 EDT > As for those left behind on the bridge with Chakotay now in command,.. > > >They waited for the Borg to reach them.... "All reports are in, and everyone seems to be ready. Keep her slow and steady Mr. Paris, we don't want to intercept the Borg any earlier than we need to. Mr. Kim, keep running scans." Chakotay ****************************************************************** END WEEK SIXTEEN RECAP 06-20-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] WEEK SEVENTEEN RECAP 06-20-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ************************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: Darkest before the dawn.. Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2000 11:58:14 PDT Absorbed in the work within sickbay, Captain Janeway was surprised at the passage of time. She had heard Seven of Nine's shipwide announcement of their forced rendevous with the Borg Sphere. Four hours and six minutes. They would come with all the cunning of their Queen. Then Kathryn remembered who else she would be facing once more. She would soon be meeting the suicidal Q in a time before his own death. A death that she had, in part, granted to him. It didn't matter that Q had been the one who gave Q hemlock in the end. It hurt that in spite of all that she could do, that the sad Q had chosen to die as a mortal as soon as he was able to. It was a small comfort that he might not even remember her at all. The fact if he even WOULD rested on how much temporal dabbling he was accustomed to at this point. Captain Janeway studied the corpse on the bed before her. It was one of the thousands of clergy who had been sent in a futile attempt to stop the sad Q from reaching the Borg Sphere. All of its water had been "aged" away from it and the Prefect's radiation marker glowed eerily on the EMH's console. She was safe enough behind the protective forcefield encircling the bed. A lot of data had been gathered regarding this clergy kamikaze scout. He was hundreds of years old. It took that long for the Prefect's time door to reject his pattern and spit him back out into the Node's tunnels . His mission, too, had failed. Like all of the others. The sad Q was still on board the Sphere. This individual's DNA was very like those of the surviving Learned Ones she and the away team had spoken to in the Library. His features were mummified, but bore resemblance to the reptilian gecko humanoid form Janeway had come to associate with the Learned Ones natural state. Beside her, the Intendant seemed more interested in the EMH being a holo projection than in studying the remains in front of her. She constantly interrupted the doctor's work on his computer terminal to ask him personal questions about his history and how he felt about being servitude to real people.. The captain just rolled her eyes. The Intendant must be used to servants on her ship. Oh, well. To each his own. She watched the doctor neatly and dimplomatically parry each verbal spar with all the skill he was programmed to carry. The captain would distract the Intendant soon enough with an offer of food and rest, so he could return to his analysis soon enough. Kathryn sighed. Chakotay was on the bridge at the conn, preparing Voyager for their encounter with the Borg Sphere fast intercepting them. It was never easy to deal with them. Borg were notorious for adapting technology to match their victim's. And Borg Spheres usually housed Queens, the primary communicators between Borg cubes and Conquered worlds. Now there was a major problem. How was Voyager going to convince this Queen of their trapped nature and to not see Voyager as potential assimilation fodder. And how was she going to get the sad Q within the Sphere to hold the Queen at bay to let them search for a way out in peace? Quite frankly, Kathryn was surprised that the morose Q was even interested in her ship at all. HOME had contacted the Sphere. Not Voyager. She hadn't quite figured out what it was that he was so interested in on board her. The Speaker and its living ship wanted dialogue with this Q, not Janeway. And now, curiously, so did the mute Troi. "Listening" closely, Janeway tried to read the 8472. She shuddered, catching a glance of Mindspeak from the Speaker. It was going over evasive maneuvers into and out of Fluidic Space with Voyager tethered to HOME's belly hold in preparation to avoid the Sphere should she attack. It made Kathryn feel old and out of the loop. It had been easier when she and her crew were just that; Voyager with her lone crew, searching for a way home. All of this cloak and dagger routine was wearing thin. It would be wonderful to just leave everything behind and go off alone with her ship and find her missing crew. Every instinct within Janeway told her that the rest of Voyager's crew was on Q's world in one of the Node complexes. She hadn't yet had a chance to talk with Chakotay to see if he saw any others with him down there. Frustrated, the captain tapped a panel, studying the schematic known so far of the Coordinate's extent. The diamorphous clouds within changed and drifted constantly, making any further mapping quite impossible. It seemed that Q and K'Ehleyr and Dax were right. The only answer to getting free for ALL of them seemed to rely on what knowledge the Learned Ones possessed. Kathryn tapped her combadge, opening a link to the bridge, =^=Janeway to Chakotay. I've a change in plans. Keep on preparing for battle stations. However, I want another ace up my sleeve. I would like to beam the Prefect from the library up to us. I'd like him to be at our side when we meet the mortal Q and the Sphere. Maybe his position as a religious figure will hold sway over the Borg Queen and her Q/non-assimilation problem. I'm counting on the fact that the Learned Ones have had a long and mutually beneficial relationship this far with Borg Sphere actively participating in their Borg Religion. He might be the voice of reason for us. Inform me when the Prefect is on board and briefed. Have him meet me and all bridge officers in my ready room in half an hour. The Speaker included. Janeway out.=^= Fighting growlies, Janeway turned to the Intendant and asked, "Hungry? I am. Our replicators are programmed with thousands of dishes. Especially Bajoran ones. And we've much to discuss, Intendant, if we are to work together to get out of this trap. I have to get you up to date on the Borg as well.... They're not your ordinary run of the mill adversaries. Your vessel might be in jeopardy soon as well as Voyager." Kathryn indicated the doors exiting sickbay, "Would you join me in the Officer's lounge?" She asked the Intendant. The captain faced the EMH. "Doctor, when you are finished here with the clergy remains, beam them to the library. I'm sure the Prefect's assistants will be glad to have another Lost One returned to them." "Understood." the holodoc replied. He didn't hide how grateful he was that the captain and the Intendant were leaving. "Now, I can get useful data..." he muttered. It wasn't long before the Intendant and Janeway were in the Officer's Lounge off the bridge, eating lightly and talking over things.. Halfway through a plate of fruit, fish and crackers, the chair between Kathryn and the Bajoran shifted and glowed in a white flash. Guinan appeared, holding the red tom cat named Spot. "I hope I'm not intruding. The Speaker wants me to be present during your briefing with the bridge officers, Captain Janeway." "You're early, Guinan. By about fifteen minutes... Chakotay has yet, to brief the Prefect first before we begin." Kathryn explained. "Oh," the purple robed woman gasped, "I'll just pop away until then. I left my pod outside the Intendant's ship... Be right back." Guinan vanished, leaving the Spot, the Speaker's eyes and ears, on the table top. He promptly made short work of the fish he found there. The Intendant offered him one off her own plate with gentle coos and endearments. Spot melted into her arms. The captain leaned close, "She was spying on you?? What ever for?" The Intendant just shrugged non-commitedly, preferring instead to go nose to nose with a purring Spot. Janeway just placed a chin on one hand and watched. ::If you can't beat em, join em.:: she thought and she dangled a sardine by the tail. ------------------------------------------------------ #Three hours, fifty seven minutes to Borg intercept.# Voyager's computer announced. Chakotay only hurried faster with the captain's order. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Spot, being caressed by female hands. Image : Q, totally Borgified closeup. Image : *animated* "Resistance Is Futile" banner. ********************************************************* From: Imgoing2WDW@aol.com Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Darkest before the dawn.. Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2000 17:47:07 EDT > Inform me when the > Prefect is on board and briefed. Have him meet me and all > bridge officers in my ready room in half an hour. The Speaker > included. Janeway out.=^= =^= Aye, Captain.=^= Chakotay informed the crew to keep preparing, and the bridge officiers that they should report to the ready room in half an hour. He then had the Prefect beamed aboard, and began briefing him on the situation that was developing. > #Three hours, fifty seven minutes to Borg intercept.# Voyager's > computer announced. > > Chakotay only hurried faster with the captain's order. After he was briefed, Chakotay hailed the captain =^= Chakotay to Captain Janeway, I have The Prefect, and he has been briefed.=^= Chakotay *************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Darkest before the dawn.. Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2000 16:47:55 -0700 The Intendant shifted and lay back in her chair watching Janeway and stroking the feline before her. She gently fixed her hair with her free hand, "Captain...Kathy...I wish that Guinan woman would really stop her inquisitive looks and awkward glances my way. I am to be trusted. So is my crew. We didn't come here purposly, but we really need to get back. So we aren't going to go against you or your crew in any way..." she smiled brightly at the Captain and then kissed the feline's head, between his soft ears. "Say...is the Major on board? I do think I should pay her a visit...considering we are practically one in the same. So Kathy...have ya always wanted to be a Captain?" the Intendant asked while scooping the cat in to her arms and cradling him against her breasts. "I mean...didn't you want to be anything else ever? I know I wanted to be a dancer. Perphaps you wanted something else aswell?" ~The Intendant *********************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Brightest before the battle.... Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2000 23:18:24 PDT >"Say...is the Major on board? I do think I should pay her a >visit...considering we are practically one in the same. So >Kathy...have ya always wanted to be a Captain?" the Intendant asked >while scooping the cat in to her arms and cradling him against her breasts. "I mean...didn't you want to be anything else ever? I know I wanted to be a dancer. >Perphaps you wanted something else as well?" > Janeway was quite taken aback by the Intendant's candor and personable manner and found herself feeling less like a captain and more like a woman who had just met a new friend. She propped a hand on her face, considering just that in an conspiratory smile.. leaning close. "Well, if you really want to know,.. I danced in the fifth grade as the dying swan once. Chakotay, my first officer had me reprise it once on a ship holiday called talent night. It was a hit or so they say..." Kathryn regarded the Intendant levelly, eyes twinkling in mild amusement. "How unfair..." she mocked teased. "You know my first name and I only know you as your title, "captain". As to your earlier question, Major Kira is incommunicado in her quarters by choice. I haven't heard from her for quite some time. Ship's sensors show her to be onboard and well, just lying low and waiting for things to blow over I guess. She hasn't responded to us directly since the Speaker came onboard." Spot burped and saundered over to the middle of the table and collasped into a contented doze. The Speaker's soft presence still echoed through Kathryn's head. ::He'd be alert when needed.:: she thought. "Intendant." Janeway began. "Guinan suspects that you are not from this universal realm. I felt as much through the conversations shared by Guinan and the Speaker. She mentioned the mirror/mirror universe once or twice that caught my attention. She simply appears to be testing your honorability with regards to forming a truce with the Speaker and with Voyager until we all get free of here." Janeway took a thoughtful sip of tea from her mug. "I know that at one time, Guinan was the top confident of Captain Jean Luc Picard of the Enterprise in my history line. Her credibility is without fault with regards to such things. I wouldn't worry about her if I were you. She just seems to have adopted the Speaker as her next subject of focus since Picard retired from the service. And she would check out any potential threat to him. I'd do the same if I were in her shoes. So,... tell me about your universe and ship travels. Our sensors reveal little of her culture or complement." The Intendant barely blinked a reaction at Janeway's frank opinion. She concentrated on her interrupted meal and stayed amicable. To her chronometer, Kathryn would soon expect the other officers in the room for the briefing for them all to compare notes and to brainstorm a plan to deal with the Sphere. Deep down, the Intendant was worried about them.. In her realm, no Borg existed. Then, as if Kathryn read her mind, the Voyager captain spoke aloud. "The Borg are devious and totally emotionless. We and our ships will simply be a resource for harvest to them for our biomatter and technology. Our traits and uniqueness would be added to their own distinctiveness once we are assimilated into their Collective. Our crew will just become mindless drones within this Sphere if we fail to convey our dilemma to their Queen in time. She may listen to reason and let us go if she felt that we were the only escape option possibility of value if left as intact individuals.." Janeway handed over a datapadd to the Intendant. "Here. This contains all we know how to fend off Borg attack. Shield tricks. Phaser modifications. Weaknesses in design. Take them and relay to your second in command. Protect your ship. Call it a gesture of good will on my part. We're going to have to start trusting each other in spite of what Kirk has been telling me about the mirror universe cultures in general." The computer chimed the hour. #Time is one nine hundred.# Janeway stood slowly and waited for the Intendant to do the same. Spot yawned and listened to an inner voice telling him to follow the two women. "We're convening in my ready room. You're welcome to join us or beam back to your ship with the defensive data I gave you first. It's up to you. I have a feeling that things are going to get rocky in a very short period of time." The Voyager captain exited the room, leaving the security guard posted there to watch for the Intendant's decision on where to go. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : J with a cup of tea on a couch. ******************************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Brightest before the battle.... Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2000 23:33:56 -0700 As the Intendant looked in to Kathyn's eyes she felt as though she wanted to become...what was the word? friends with. She hadn't ever had a friend. This thought intrigued her and she no longer wanted to stir problems at all with this Starfleet ship. She wished there wasn't so much going on so she could have time to explain the differences of the mirror universe and to speak of her travels. "Oh, Kathryn...I am the Intendant...or you can call be Nerys.... if that doesn't confuse you with the Major," she smiled brightly and stood up to watch the Captain go...as she watched her retreating back she called out "Oh...Kathy...we simply must do a show together!" she reffered to their dancing techniques. The Intendant giggled at the Captain's smile and watched as the door closed. She knew she didn't want to go back to her ship but she couldn't leave it dangling like that. She paced the floor back and forth eyeing the security guard. She smiled at him then continued pacing. What was she to do? ~The Intendant ****************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Brightest under the lights... Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2000 23:50:25 PDT >she (The Intendant) smiled brightly >and stood up to watch the Captain go...as she watched her retreating >back > she called out "Oh...Kathy...we simply must do a show together!" >she > referred to their dancing techniques. The Intendant giggled at the >Captain's smile and watched as the door closed. Captain Janeway turned back to her just as the doors were about to close. "All right, Nerys. Assuming we survive the present threat and get out of the Coordinate.. You'll have your show..Anything but Swan Lake.. I HATE the thirty one on left point rotations.. I always falter at seventeen. I'd like to see you do better. See you in a few minutes, or not." Kathryn's challenging smirk was cut off by the sealing bulkheads between them.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : J's exasperating expression at the memory of failing the star sequence spins of Swan Lake ballet. ************************************************************* From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] An alli...how extraordinary! Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2000 12:43:29 -0700 The Intendant did not take long before communicating with her ship and relaying the information to them. They were to follow Voyager and join them in battle against this new species the borg. The Intendant's crew were confused upon why they were now Voyager's Allies, but they went to work. The Intendant thought about what Kathyn had said about Swan Lake. She smiled and then lifted herself on to the tips of her toes, twirling around the room gracefully and finally banging in to the security guard. "Oops," came her little giggled fault. She smiled and spoke to the Security guard "Could you please contact Kathy and tell her I will stay on this ship for the battle? And that my ship is going to fully participate in helping deffend the attack...". The Security guard nodded and then relayed that information to Captain Janeway's comm badge. ~The Intendant ***************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] "We Are Borg........" Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2000 17:50:33 -0500 "A TANDEM POST BETWEEN AMIEE JO AND MATT" The skeleton crew of Voyager exited the Briefing Room, their faces grim with determination. Having to face the Borg sphere and it's queen was their top priority. As the sphere came into immediate sensor range, they took their positions on the bridge. Seven relieved Tuvok at the tactical station, as per Janeway's orders in the briefing. She would need to rely on all her previous knowledge to defeat the Borg. Janeway took command, surveying her crew assembled across time and space for this moment. She felt a sense of pride...if this collective group couldn't face the Borg, no one could. She needed to make contact with the Borgified, suicidal Q. He was their greatest chance of getting out of the co-ordinate in one piece. Seven looked up from her counsel. She allowed herself to briefly reach out to the sphere which was now entering orbit around the planet...'Something is wrong,' she thought... The Intendant took a position near the command rail and surveyed the crew... on her ship, she ruled through terror and intimidation...but saw how efficiently Janeway ran her ship and the Intendedt developed respect for her, although she kept her hand near her communicator in case a quick getaway was necessary. On the planet below, Q and his cohorts, Dax and K'Elheyr continued sabotaging the various nodes on the planet...Q wasn't sure how, but he felt another Q's presence and knew that that Q was responsible, at least at a subconscious level, for bringing a majority of the people from other time streams to the coordinate. Suddenly, Q jerked up...he sensed his old rival...but changed somehow... "No..it can't be..."Q said aloud. Back on Voyager, the air was filled with tension. "Borg Sphere is now within range," Seven reported. "Shields up, rotating frequency," Janeway ordered. Seven complied and thought to tell Janeway about the different feel this ship had but thought better of it. She didn't want to rely on her impression alone. Seven needed hard facts to back it up so she initiated a level three scan of the ship. "Hail them," Janeway said. "Frequency open," Kim replied. "This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Starship Voyager. We mean you no harm. We are trapped in this time space juncture and mean you no harm." The view screen flickered and the Borgified Q appeared on screen. "Captain. We request that you lower your shields and prepare for our transport. We brought you and your crew to this place in order to help destroy the temporal causality loop that has trapped us here." Janeway looked surprised that this Q hadn't recognized her, or acknowledged the fact....and that he was being so forthcoming. She was about to reply when something on the view screen caught her attention. Suddenly the turbolift doors opened and Guinen stepped out, with a frantic look on her face, but it was too late... A metallic hand reached from out of the view screen frame and closed it's fingers around the Borg Q's neck, snapping it like a twig. Janeway gasped and Guinen knew who was about to come into view. Janeway knew that with the senseless death of the Borg Q, somehow her past, or future involvement with the being had changed. And now, many secrets of the co-ordinate and the past of the Learned Ones had died along with Q. Troi, the Learned One, and 8472 reflected with sadness...they had to find another way... On the planet, Q looked up at the cave ceiling and gasped as he felt a fellow member of the continuum's life force fade out in the blink of an eye....he knew he was MUCH safer on the planet right now... A Borg stepped into the view screen frame . Janeway was expecting the form of the Borg Queen to fill the view screen. Instead it was an image burned into the minds of all Captains of Starfleet after the disaster that was Wolf 359.... "I am Locutus of Borg. Resistance is futile. The Borg will not negotiate. The weakness of the collective has been eradicated. You will service us." Seven looked at the figure in astonishment. Her instincts had been correct. On the Borg sphere Locutus stared directly into the view screen, awaiting a reply from Voyager. Janeway signaled for Harry to mute the sound. Kathryn looked at Seven "Do you know this guy?" Seven glanced at the screen and then back at the captain "Locutus is the assimilated Captain Picard, he was designed by the queen to be the "ambassador" between the collective and humans." "He was severed from the collective shortly thereafter, I do not understand why he is here now, Unless this is an alternate reality Locutus. Either way, his ties to the queen are sure to be strong, I suggest we proceed with caution" The captain signaled for the sound to be restored "I would like you to speak through OUR ambassador. This is Seven of Nine." Seven stood facing the view screen, only flustered for a moment, Locutus turns his attentions to Seven. He viewed her with disinterest. "Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded. You will service us." Seven held her ground, "Unacceptable. Voyager will never surrender." Locutus cut the transmission and an eruption of disrupter and phaser fire began hitting Voyager's shields, which could barely keep up to the rotating frequency assault. It didn't seem like he was in the mood to talk. The Intendant ordered her ship to attack as well. It looked like they were in for one hell of a fight, Janeway thought as she fought to stay in her command chair. It looked like the future vision flash she had experienced of this firefight was coming true. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : The face of a new adversary, Locutus of Borg. *animated* portrait with lasers. **************************************************************************** From: Cassidy Meyers Date: Thu Jun 22, 2000 4:12pm Subject: Restoration and all The 8472 watched the confrontation unfold. #What is this is?# It saw the Borg disruptors attempt to penetrate HOME's shell coat to Voyager's shields. HOME only absorbed the energy. #My Bond-home eats all energies that moves through's Black and stars sea..# The Speaker conveyed to Janeway that the Sphere's teeth would not bite down on Home. #The gnashings hunt-light teeth is FOOD to HOME. Is good fire. Like Other suns to I's and IT. IT grows in the now. Biggers.# Then the Living ship vectored away from orbit, carrying Voyager with it a year's distant from the lonely, shattered planet. The Sphere followed, thinking Voyager was fleeing it. The Speaker turned inward. IT saw the "Janeway" regain its limb feet from a Home shake. The Speaker saw Otherthing smile and all of her fearscent vanished. It then saw the "leader woman" chatter at the Moreflesh than soulessMind, in checking their technologiesthings for truth in the now. The "Seven" answered in the same chatter about the new enemy, the SoulessMan, the "Lokotus". Its Mind was all darkheartfelts in the now. The "Crusher", in its warren, reacted to the technology window showing the SoulessMan. She KNEW it.. ::Jean Luc?! Noo!! I don't believe it. Captain Picard was fine when I left him:: IT heard her Mind talk of its naming.. The 8472 felt the Doctorpeople leave for the Bridgeplace through the "Troi". This CoolMind was staring at the vieweye technology before her of the same face of the "Lokutus". Both these Otherminds were scenting more sadness/grief than fearscent. #Theys have seen the SoulessMan in the what was?# The Speaker was puzzled. so it Reached. The Speaker broadened its link with the Troi.. ::That one's voice organthing is still no talked. Whys?:: Indeed, the counselor was remaining mute with no chatter. The force holding that people was still strong. Curious, the 8472 drew the SmallMind to ITS side. ::"Spot" Otherthing. Yous ares smalls people. I's puts yous on a questing for I's , Yess? The MysteryMind is still holding the Troi.. Sees why and be eyes for I's. I sees no end for IT in the now. Be no feared, the "drone"peoples on the Sphere will think of you as not-prey.:: The 8472 was pleased. A peach bubble formed around the tomcat and soon the SmallMind was nestled deep inside the SoulessOnes Sphere. What the Speaker believed became truth. The "drone"nonpeople did not see the Smalllife walking there on the trail to where the Speaker was directing him.Soon, the "Spot" had found him.. The sourscent of feint wafted strong in his nostrils.. It was the form of the SuicideQ in its Souless shell on the groundses. The "Spot" had barely touched it when the MysteryMind thing sat up and put a digit to its mouth.. "Shhhhhh! It worked.. They all think I'm dead. Come on!" And the Speaker felt the suicide Q shed its Borg technologies like skywaters and snap the "Spot" and his own peopleself off the Sphere to the Home of the "Janeway" into a "dimension" door with one of its digits. HOME let it pass through it and onward. Having satisfied its initial curiosity, the 8472 was puzzled.. ::I's sees not why this MysteryMind feigns the finalBlack from the "Lokutus". It cannot dies. I sees from the "Janeway" Mind that the sadQ-people is not weak to teeth until shes gives it to him in the what was.. This "BorgQ" knows her nots in the now. So, its still not a nonQpeoples yet. :: The Speaker found a word for such a state in the "Troi's" Mind. The MysteryMind sadQ people is's "immortal" yet in the now. ::Ah!!:: The Speaker watched, pleased as the useless teethlight of the Sphere bounced off of HOME's shell over the "Janeway" Home. The longer the Souless Home played, the stronger HOME would be reaching from its niche in the Othersea, the "Fluidic Space" around the "Voyager". And the more protected she would be. The Souless Ones peoples or Sphere could not sees HOME in the now at all. That was good. The living ship sounded in primal joy at the bathing in the Sphere's free food. It had been long in the Trap since feasting. Once full, it could just absorb and then shunt away any overflow. Soon it would be gorged and the Sphere drained in the now. The "Lokutus" only knew its Sphere was weakening in its output and didn't know how its target was doing so. --------------------------------------------------------------- In the Bridgeplace The sad Q stood, regaining its limbs and turned to face the "Voyager" Peoples. Here was a new environ. New possibilites. And new chances for gaining mortality. He faced whom he knew was the one in charge and morphed into her style of uniform. He did not know this woman or whether or not she would even listen to him. Suddenly, the Learned One Prefect fell to his knees, "Oh,.. the God has returned.." "Please, gentle being. I am just q. No egotistical big letter Q just, q. I assure you, I am only an individual who feels pain and love and desire,.. just like your people do. And I regret the torment I've unknowingly inflicted upon them. I will mend my sin as soon as I can." he whispered. Turning q saw Janeway. "To you, most of all." He regarded the mute Troi as well. "And her." He past a hand over the Betazoidt's face and she suddenly could utter speech freely. "She is the key I've been searching for." "My dear captain." He began, scenting soothing and confident to the 8472. "You no longer need look to the planet for escape." At the Voyager captain's stunned silence he added quickly... "Oh, my manners. Your crew is returned to you,.. My gift.." Suddenly, they were. All of them into their quarters and winking full life signs on ship's sensors. Then he saw the Carousel Corrdinate Point glowing all around him from his current Place. Then, he knew. He had prime bargaining fodder with this crew. One that demanded respect. He knew a way out. -------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Janeway and Harry with thoughtful expressions. Image : Two peeling, Learned One young. Image : Voyager, far from the planet, around a red star. Audio : Troi- I've never felt anything quite like it before.. ***************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A Breather....Or Not.... Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2000 13:53:59 -0500 Locutus increased the Sphere's energy and initiated transwarp technology to intercept Voyager. He continued the barrage of weapons volleys at the shields of Voyager. No effect. Locutus glanced down at where the body of the betrayer should be...nothing. He cocked his head and dismissed the information as irrelevant. His weapons had no effect on Voyager. He would add their shield technology to the collective eventually. Being isolated from the collective in this temporal distortion was difficult but he was getting through and establishing a connection the majority of the time. Locutus initiated Transwarp and appeared over the planet again. The other ship, vaguely identified as Bajoran, was there and had no special shielding like Voyager possessed. And the ship was too far away from Voyager to contact it. There was no way Voyager could know of the impending process... Locutus started his barrage of weapons on the Intendant's ship. It put up a good fight but eventually succumbed to the will of the Borg. Locutus started the process of sending his drones to the ship as it's shields started failing. Another ship on the side of the Borg and new drones would be most advantageous. With the borgification process starting, he turned his attention to the planet's surface. **************************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Troi's Musings.... Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2000 14:21:51 -0500 Tandem post with Elena and Cat: >He had prime bargaining fodder with this crew. >One that demanded respect. He knew a way out. Troi looked around sharply and took Janeway aside and spoke to her. "Captain, q is hiding something, I can feel it. If he can help us out of here, why did he bring some of us here in the first place...?" >At the Voyager captain's stunned silence he added quickly... "Oh, my manners. >Your crew is returned to you,.. My gift.." Suddenly, they were. All of them into their quarters and winking full life signs on ship's sensors. The computer announced that Voyager's full complement had mysteriously been returned by q. Troi added pensively to Janeway, "And if he could have returned the crew at any time, why were they taken in the first place when we arrived here?" >[The Intendant] smiled and spoke to the Security guard "Could you please contact Kathy and tell her I will stay on this ship [Voyager] for the battle? (Post #463) Troi looked defiantly at q and he caught her piercing, knowing gaze and averted his eyes. Troi knew he was hiding something important from Voyager and she was determined to find out what... **************************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Q's Thoughts...The Truth is Revealed... Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2000 14:37:38 -0500 Back on the planet, Q gathered K'Ehleyr and Dax near him. They had just accessed a primary node of the planet's structure where Dax had detected numerous life signs moments before. They emerged into the large chamber to find a number of life suspension pods, all empty. Dax looked at her modified tricorder in astonishment..."They were all here seconds ago, over a hundred life forms, mostly human, presumably from Voyager's crew." Q glanced at her, "Any Alien lifeforms?" Dax looked at her tricorder, confirming Q's extrasensory perception, "No, they all appear to be retreating to a central core command center." 'Interesting,' Q thought. He turned to his companions, "We need to get to the surface quickly." "Why?" asked K'Ehleyr. Suddenly the cavern rocked and rocks started tumbling around them. "That's why," Q said. He initiated their modified transport beam and they were safely near the flyer on the surface. In the night sky, they could make out a distant point of light firing at the underground complex relentlessly. "What is that?" Dax wondered aloud. "The Borg." Q answered. "An old friend at that...but I doubt he'd recognize me in his present 'condition'." "And Voyager?" K'Ehleyr asked. "Out of my range...I can't sense it at all," Q suddenly snapped his fingers, "Of course, how could I have been so stupid?" His companions stifled a giggle at that remark and waited for the drama "q"ueen to continue... Q looked at them, exasperated..."The other q! He created the co-ordinate...he had to have...I could only muster enough power to bring Voyager here. I never brought anyone else from any other time stream...he must have done that...Why I wonder? What was his motivation? Voyager had just been "snapped" to another location, a light year away. The other q had to have done that, I felt his presence. How can his powers be functioning in this place and mine can't? He must have built this trap...for me perhaps?" K'Ehleyr and Dax anticipated what his next move might be... "Let's get into the flyer...if we fly on the other side of the planet, we should be able to avoid the Sphere's detection...it appears to be busy trying to assimilate the race still on the planet, in the bunker...We need to warn Kathryn that q isn't all he appears to be..." **************************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject : Aboard the Sphere... Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2000 14:50:03 -0500 Locutus surveyed the scene before him on his array of monitors. The assimilation of the Intendant's ship was underway, although the hand to hand fights aboard the ship were proving difficult for the few drones he had. This ships crew was unorthodoxly resilient. No matter, the Borg would adapt. He had learned that the Intendant was aboard Voyager. Locutus would like to add her consciousness to the collective. She would make a resilient Borg Queen. The vaguely Bajoran vessel had quickly folded under his onslaught. Accessing the ship's database via an assimilation link, Locutus quickly updated his files on everything that had been happening in this "Coordinate." Having never encountered the Borg before, the 'otherdimenionally" Intendant's crew was ill-equipped to implement Voyager's specs that the rogue Borg, "7 of 9" had contributed to, which Voyager had sent them. Locutus accessed the memories of the "Picard" and found other references to a mirror universe that this "Intendant" had come from. Fascinating. He looked deeper into the file Voyager had sent the Intendant's ship. Every piece of data Voyager had amassed regarding the Borg's weaknesses. Locutus quickly started initiating commands that rendered Voyager's previous knowledge obsolete within seconds. Locutus was also intent on reassimilating Seven into the collective. Her experiences would add to the collectives own. *************************************************************************** END WEEK SEVENTEEN RECAP 06-20-2K WEEK EIGHTEEN RECAP 06-23-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] **************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Alone in candlelight... Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2000 00:37:42 PDT Janeway was as shocked as Tom Paris when Voyager's position shifted an entire year from Q's planet. They both had no idea that the Carousel Coordinate Trap was so large in scale. The captain sat down in the command chair after regaining her feet from the violent shifting that brought them to such a distant point. Then she felt the 8472's lack of concern about the Borg Sphere still firing upon HOME's protective shell draping over Voyager's shields. In fact, It was glad. The Speaker was feeding HOME the energy the Sphere was firing upon the shell like water to a parched man. And HOME grew in size and strength in response. Then, Spot meandered over to the Speaker and the two "spoke" for a minute or two. Then the cat disappeared in a peach flash and was gone. ::What?:: Janeway began. Just as suddenly, Spot reappeared with an eerily familiar figure. It was the suicidal Q himself, now free of Borg implements and components. He morphed his simple shift into a command red uniform and approached Kathryn. She saw the Prefect Learned One scientist go down on his knees in front of the being in reverence as a god. And she learned his name.... q. Captain Janeway saw q heal Troi of her muteness then he promised a way out of the Trap holding Voyager. And then the most incredible thing of all. Voyager's lost crew were restored to her with a snap of q's fingers. "Tuvok ! Confirm that reading!" Soon enough, the Vulcan did with the raising of an eyebrow in what was clearly astonishment. ::My crew.. Safe!!:: Janeway thought. Tears started to well up in sudden relief but she fought them down ferociously. Her command instinct screamed a warning. This was all a little too candy coated and perfect in her eyes. This q gave her the exact thing she wanted to the letter.. Her crew's safe return. The whole situation was almost fairytale-ish ... save one thing..... :: We're still firmly trapped.. All I need now is the sign pointing to the ex--:: "Captain" q began. "I just--" >Then he saw the >Carousel Coordinate Point glowing all around him >from his current Place. Then, he knew. >He had prime bargaining fodder with this crew. >One that demanded respect. >He knew a way out. The q rephrased his thinking. "I think I have an answer for you. An egress from this place. But you're going to have to trust me fully." Suddenly, the counselor stepped forward, using a soft voice, now unencumbered, >Troi looked around sharply and took Janeway aside > and spoke to her. >"Captain, q is hiding something, I can feel it." > Troi knew he was hiding something important from >Voyager and she was determined to find out what.. (it was) The captain's odd feeling of something not right returned. The Speaker could offer her no fresh insight to her nagging feeling. He was too alien. Janeway regarded her sudden omnipotent benefactor with a cautious bent.. "Counselor,.. I have a strange hunch as well." The captain walked forward to q and closely regarded his corporeal features searchingly from half a meter away from him. "She's right, q . I find it strange that you don't remember me at all. I'm Janeway,.. we've met once before. You can say that we've been through life....and death with each other.." >Troi looked defiantly at q and he caught her piercing, >knowing gaze and averted his eyes. Janeway did not miss the subtle body cues he was giving off. "Just why did you do this? The other Q has no power at all inside this trap. How come you do??" q was uncomfortable, and shifted back a step uncertainly. He pointed to Harry. "You. Over there. What is this ship's position?" Harry Kim shrugged a question at Janeway and answered the being at her acquiescent go-ahead gesture. "We're one year from the Learned One homeworld where Q, Dax and K'Ehleyr landed. We're currently still in the Trap orbitting a red star of modest magnitude." "Still in the trap.. Yes! I had the power to bring them here because I myself created this region of space. My Q powers are still operational because this is my domain. Believe me, I had good reason to do so. A few minor slip ups occurred, Q came floating free in space, the 8472 and its ship, Troi with her shuttle and crew, and now, Locutus's Sphere are all here now. My other associate, Q, is the one who brought your ship here, Captain Janeway. And soon, you will know what I know, dear captain.. All we have to do is wait.. And the way out will come.. all we have to do is wait." Janeway rolled her eyes and stepped back a few paces, rubbing her face in frustrated stress, studying the main viewer with its looming red giant star and HOME above, radiating its protective energy shell over Voyager in peach hues and was not comforted. ::What now?:: she sent to the 8472,. ::You found this ..this.. this.. meddling q and brought him aboard my ship. How do I know what his true motives are? Why did my own crew need rescuing from the planet's surface? Hmmm? Speaker, this being has broken many of my races' most sacred laws.. He's killed the counselor's shuttle crewmates when he pulled her here to the Coordinate for me to find, he allowed the Borg to dominate a whole civilization when he had the power to stop them. And the Learned Ones paid the price.." Janeway indicated the cowering Prefect still not looking directly at q. "He founded the Prefect's whole religion for God's sake. Who knows how many matryrs died trying to stop his Borg suicide attempt. Now, he's suddenly all repentive? And seeks to HELP Voyager get free with her complement intact? Something just isn't jiving here." q straightened and took every verbal stab the Voyager captain leveled at him. He waited for Janeway's initial anger to cool. Then he spoke again in a maddeningly vague assurance that became truly foul to all of the bridge members present. "Just...wait...a little while longer. That's all I ask. Surely, that's not too much for me to ask. After all, I did get your crew bac-" He broke off as Janeway interrupted him stabbing a finger in his direction, "Quiet. Watch him." she ordered Tuvok and Kirk who were most vigilant. ::For all the good, it'll do. He's a fully empowered Q in his own sandbox.:: she spat mentally. Deeply troubled, Janeway left the bridge in Chakotay's hands, feeling horribly alone. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Kathryn made her way to Astrometrics to get a feel of this region of the Trap surrounding the red star. Entering the lab, no one else was present. She keyed up the array's primary systems. There was no sign of the Borg Sphere. ::No doubt in search of easier prey:: she thought morosely. She wearily sat down at a station's chair and absently called up the data HOME had of their surroundings, the absolute quiet hung like a morgue around her. Glowing blue and violet light bathed her face as she watched the phasing representations unfold before her. This part of the Coordinate was breathtaking in its raw beauty and Kathryn suddenly felt very small. :: q created all of this? Why? Doesn't he have any feelings for mortals like us? We're pawns in some great game being played out on a grand scale. Dancing to his tune.. Q, Troi, Locutus, Neyrs... We're all his victims." We're all ants under his preverbial omnipotent foot. And Damn it!! I don't have to like it.. all I ever wanted was for us to be allowed to go our way.. To make the long journey home. That is our right...." She pounded the console with both fists, her back ramrod straight her mouth in a tight line. Gathering up the last of her control, Kathryn went to the holodeck and called up the only place that ever gave her peace on this lost ship, Leonardo DiVinci's Workshop. The master was not in, only the candles were left behind still lit. "Meow?" a soft silouhette came with padded footfalls on carpeting. Spot's cry was so plainative and lost that the captain swept him up into her arms and held him close. Overwhelmed with fury and angst, Kathryn gave in to hot tears without making a further sound... The darkened unforgiving laboratory walls echoed her anguished sobbing in her hunched shadow in the firelight. --------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Janeway in DiVinci's workshop, crying by candlelight. *************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Fw: [voyagerliveaction] Beverly awakes Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2000 17:50:09 -0700 Beverly awoke on the floor of the coridor just outside of sickbay. She didn't remember leaving the bridge but there she was, on the carpetted floor with the same gash on her forehead. She was confused to say the least! "What in the hell?" she sat up and then proped herself against a door, soon sliding herself upwards again to a standing position. She looked around and identified that she was still on Voyager. What had just happened was definately odd, but she couldn't explain it and wasn't going to worry herself trying. She headed off towards the bridge once more to find out their current situation with the Borg. She wondered if they had even got there as yet. When Beverly arrived on the bridge, the image on the viewscreen made her gasp aloud. "Jean Luc? No Locutus!" she held a hand to her face, meanwhile staring at the image without another word to utter. She looked to the Captain for any clarification on why exactly Locutus of Borg was on the view screen before her. "Captain...I know that....that thing.. all too well I'm afraid" she stole another glance at the Borg before turning her view path back to Janeway "But I don't understand...how can he be here?" ~Beverly ******************************************************************** From: kitnkabootle@home.com Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Intendant is not pleased Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2000 19:00:06 -0700 The Intendant screamed in fury and slammed her hand against the wall of the corridor. Why had this happened to her ship??? Her favorite security men, her terran slaves, her cheif engineer all gone!!! She paced the corridor wanting to lash out at anything that came her way, but not caring if she did or not. She kicked the panel closest to her leg and yelled again. After her shreik she heard a tiny whimper coming from around the corner of the corridor. She inched closer to the noise and found it to be a young girl clutching her knees to her chest. The Intendant studied this new creature "What's wrong?". Once the child had seen her, she scurried off backwards in terror "Don't hurt me! I don't know where I am...me and Isabella are frightened.". The Intendant looked around "There's no need to be frightened. Who are you? I don't see anyone else with you...". Clara stepped forward slightly "I'm Clara...and this is my friend Isabella...she's invisible." Clara said matter-of-factly, pointing to the empty space beside her. The Intendant nodded "Hmm...well that's all and well, but you should go to your parents or those prophets for saken borg will get you too!". Clara stared at the Intendant with fright, but the Intendant soon realized how she was talking,"I meant...ummn...you shouldn't be out here alone,". Clara nodded and took a step forward "I don't know where my daddy is...I was playing with Isabella ...we were playing clay and then I woke up here!". The Intendant proceded to explain all of the things that had been happening and about everyone that had been transported to the ship. Clara found herself still wary of this scantily clad woman before her, but she warmed a little after a very short time. The Intendant reached out her hand "I better bring you to Kathy...she might wanna know that someone new is on board". Clara reached upwards and gently took The Intendant's hand finding security in that. She smiled and they walked hand in hand down the corridor to find Captain Kathryn Janeway... ***************************************************************** From: Imgoing2WDW@aol.com Subject: [voyagerliveaction] On the Bridge Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2000 15:33:22 EDT > q straightened and took every verbal stab the Voyager > captain leveled at him. He waited for Janeway's intial anger > to cool. Then he spoke again in a maddeningly vague > assurance that became truly foul to all of the bridge members > present. "Just...wait...a little while longer. That's all I ask. > Surely, that's not too much for me to ask. After all, I did get > your crew bac-" He broke off as Janeway interrupted him > stabbing a finger in his direction, "Quiet. Watch him." she > ordered Tuvok and Kirk who were most vigilant. ::For all the > good, it'll do. He's a fully empowered Q in his own sandbox.:: > she spat mentally. > > Deeply troubled, Janeway left the bridge in Chakotay's > hands, feeling horribly alone. Chakotay studied q thoughtfully, trying to decipher his true motives. He walked up to the being and studied him face to face. "It seems you'll have to do more than just one token of generosity to win over the Captain. What exactly are we waiting for?" "I guess you'll just have to wait and see, Commander," the sad q said morosely. "Time will tell you everything." (See Audio Attachment)........"So, I suggest you cut the crap and tell us what's going on. Why did you rip these people from their different times and bring them all here? What good are we to someone like you?" "Belive it or not, Commander, sometimes even Qs need help from others." The commander grunted in frustration, realizing he wasn't getting anywhere with q. He returned to his seat on the bridge. "Harry, run long range scans. I want to know if there's anything out there that might give us some clue as to what's going on." Chakotay -------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Audio : Chak- I don't think we can afford to keep doing business as usual. ************************************************************************** From: Cassidy Meyers Date: Fri Jun 30, 2000 0:55am Subject: Guiding Light Janeway wouldn't have even known that she had a new visitor if the tom cat hadn't alerted her to a change by a soft mew. She turned her back to Guinan and didn't acknowledge her presence at all. Guinan felt her irritation at having been disturbed even though the Voyager captain had not yet spoken. "I hope I'm not intruding. But I figured you might like someone who is not your regular crew with whom to share your thoughts. I find that it helps me once in a while." Captain Janeway placed Spot onto the bench and took up a piece of modeling clay she found on the bench above her head. Her hands idlely shaped it into a new form that was vaguely disturbing. Her fingers had wrested a Borg Cube from its prior shapelessness. Realizing what she was doing, Janeway balled it up into formlessness with a start. "The Speaker has detected that the Intendant's ship and crew have been fully assimilated by Locutus's Sphere. And most of the planet.." Guinan waited for a reaction but went unrewarded. She suspected that Janeway had already suspected that outcome. "I've learned a few things about our benefactor too. He seems true to what he is saying captain. He does know a way out. I spoke with him a few moments ago and other beings can rarely lie without me being aware of it." Janeway looked up for the first time, ignoring Spot batting at the clay ball in her hands. The look in her eyes was old and worn. Guinan had seen that look before. ::Just like Picard did the night before the battle at Wolf 359:: The hostess got up and went to a wine flask and poured herself and Janeway glasses of Shiraz. She sipped hers. Janeway didn't even touch it although it was within reach. ::So much trouble there.:: Guinan mused,::Such a great weight to bear alone. This commander is doing too much.:: Guinan resolved in her mind to change all of that. She stood and gestured for the door. "Come on.. I've somewhere to show you.." Guinan invited. Captain Janeway, puzzled, followed Guinan out of the holodeck. *********************************************************************** From: patti keiper Date: Sat Jul 1, 2000 6:11am Subject: Within arm's length... Kathryn was still immersed in sadness in the soft firelight of the holodeck. The tears she felt finally escaping were not the cleansing balm she wished for... Instead of cool relief, they burned. A deep pain that had ruled ever since Voyager had found herself stranded away from home stabbed out visciously. Kathryn gave herself up completely and lost all track of when and where she was. Spot's presence and warmth finally broke through the numbing gray pall of despair. ::Yowling?:: Spot projected.:: You scent wounded without a blooding. Why?:: Kathryn merged with the cat and answered him through the delicate link, #I am...very sad. Heartsick. I know we cannot escape from here without the help of q . I am no longer... in control of my home's destiny because of him. Don't you feel how he is manipulating our circumstances? I find it...very hard to let another just decide our fate as casually as one chooses to to stretch after a long sleep.# Spot's mental touch was inquisitive and thoughtful; he was beginning to understand her. ::Ah, I never let that kind of thing come. Not to have a choice always cripples.:: The red tom placed warm padds on Kathryn's cheek and his green eyes studied her own with conviction. ::Ship people, don't worry. I will keep the Souless Ones from hurting you. My master will try too.:: And he began to purr. Janeway rested an ear on his chest and was comforted by the soft sound. Then she became aware of Guinan and the moment was shattered. ::The watcher wants you to listen to her.:: Spot announced with surprise. Janeway felt a stab of anger at yet another intrusion. Her momentary peace was gone. She set Spot down on the wooden bench and fought to control her emotions. ::Here's another one who feels she owns us.:: But the captain held her tongue. Then Guinan told her she had something to show her in Astrometrics. Something about the red star. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- On deck ten. Janeway couldn't believe what she was seeing. The nimbus of the living ship's energy shell still glowed strongly around Voyager on the screen. But their red star neighbor was acting strangely. Guinan had noticed the odd pulsations on her return to Voyager in the living pod she had borrowed to spy on the Intendant's ship earlier. The dark woman told Janeway that it was if the star wasn't really there at all. The captain ran an analysis. The background signatures of hydrogen decay typical of any aging star were absent! Kathryn tapped her combadge =^=Janeway to the bridge. Chakotay, Guinan has just informed me that she found an alarming discovery of the red giant we're orbitting. Orient the viewscreen and telemetry to the astrometrics sensors on my terminal. Do you see it?=^= The first officer and soon the whole bridge saw it too. Whole elements typical of a red star's normal spectrum were ...gone. Then there was an electric flare that took even the q standing by the command rail by surprise. An electromagnetic pulse! Voyager's crew's eyes were dazzled with retinal overload. "What? I didn't know about this.." he exclaimed. Deep in the cargo hold, the counselor's battered shuttle came to life. Its main power kicked in and began a sequence building to a dangerous level. An ensign near Harry at ops spotted it. "Captain! I'm reading an energy surge in shuttle bay two. Troi's shuttle is overloading!' =^=Decompress the bay!" Janeway ordered. "I'm showing it free of lifesigns. It's clear!! Jettison! Do it now! It may ex--=^= A massive explosion ripped through Voyager. She listed sideways throwing the crew joltingly to the deck. The shuttle bay doors were blown off in the concussion and part of the deck came with it. The Federation ship pitched and spun out of control. Concussive plasma fire plumed from the site and enveloped the underside of HOME. The living ship keened in agony and writhed, horribly wounded. Its shield shell dropped from Voyager and it folded into a ball trailing organic ichor. The Speaker's scream ripped through every mind in a mindless shriek of shared terror. Artificial gravity failed and bulkheads broke free from the bridge's roofing structure, pinning several crew under their weight. Smoke filled the air and an antimatter explosion reaction within engineering was barely snuffed out by a stunned q . His finger snap saved Voyager from a fiery death only by a hairsbreath. He saw some humans around him cut down and slammed into unconsciousness by the force of the violent explosion below decks. Frantic crew ship wide manually lowered protective bulkheads, gaping into the hole left behind by the self destructing shuttlecraft. In astrometrics, Janeway struggled off of her side and wrapped around her left arm in exquisite pain. Her upper arm bone had been shattered. "Guinan! " the captain shouted, trying to see through the smoky darkness and flickering screens. She found the woman lying motionless under a collapsed panel. She choked and tried to breathe as little of the fumes as she could. There was nothing she could do for the hostess right now with a broken arm. Kathryn had to leave her lying there. With a tremendous effort, the captain hit her combadge and prayed it was still functioning. =^=Janeway to the bridge! R-respond!=^= Janeway yelled. The com was open and clear. But no one replied immediately. She coughed forcefully and curled around her own body, levering herself upright, reeling from the blinding pain. ::I've got to get up there... I have to kn-:: The Speaker was frighteningly silent in her mind. She couldn't feel him at all. And Spot was nowhere to be seen. Janeway crawled to the door and pried them open with her good arm and a foot, She peered out into hell. A containment field was all that separated her from open space. The red star was gone.. In its place was a sight that rent the breath from the captain's throat. Normal stars glinted through the corsicating nebula net of the Coordinate. It was a hole to the outside! =^=Chakotay! Respond! Anyone!=^= Silence met her ears. Then the EMH answered her. "Doctor to Janeway. I hear you. What has happened?" "Doctor.. a shuttle in the bay has exploded. Can you get to any of the crew?" She forced herself to breathe, "I can't reach any of them." She winced, levering herself against a corridor wall for support blinking into the dark, captivated by the sight of escape so near and yet still out of her reach. A sob bubbled out of her lips. "Captain? Are you injured?" the EMH asked, alarmed. "I can beam you to si-" "No! I'll manage. Site to site link me to the bridge and energize. I've got to secure the ship first!" "Captain!" "Don't argue.. Stay there and expect casualties..... Oh!" She leaned over and nearly blacked out when she jarred her arm getting to her feet. "But-" "Do it.." Janeway ordered him. "We may not have much time. The red star was an illusion. An unknown signal was jury rigged to the counselor's shuttle to trigger an explosion. I don't know why. A door to the outside has opened." She fought to catch her breath for several long moments. "No matter what, we've got to try to get through." "Understood. I'll try and coordinate uneffected crew to rescue efforts as soon as possible." And then the world winked out. Janeway was swept to the bridge in a whirlwind of sparkles. Captain Janeway steeled herself for what she would find spread out before her. The main engineering panel solidified before her fingers. :: Perfect sweet doctor. Just where I need to be.:: She rotated the ship to face the doorway and hit the key to trigger the main impulse thrusters. Nothing happened.. She sagged to the carpeting in defeat. *SEE SOUND BITE* Hesitating only moments, Janeway then concentrated on finding others. A booming voice rang across the black bridge. *SEE SECOND SOUND BITE* -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Voyager's shuttle deck blowing up. Image : Voyager at the fringes of the Coordinate's maw Audio : J- It won't work. Audio : Chak- Computer ! *warble*Damage report! *warble* ************************************************************ From: Cassidy Meyers Date: Sat Jul 1, 2000 2:27pm Subject: Full Circle The Speaker felt detached for the first time in ITS life. HOME had flung IT away when the fire bit down. Wave after wave of red scorching agony that was not the Speaker's swept all sane reasoning into nonexistence. The otherminds were broken. Blood spore was thick on the air. "Mindspeaking" was impossible. With no further thought to Voyager, the 8472 morphed back through a dimensional portal into the rapidly failing body of HOME. ::I's knows!! :: The Speaker felt ITS companion slipping into the Black. ::I fights!:: The 8472 whirled, looking for anything to rend and tear for revenge. But there was no tangible enemy here. ::A technology kills yous?!:: The Speaker saw ichor pouring down the wall from HOME's mortal wound. ::I - I cry. I cry..:: The Speaker felt one last wisp of warmth from the living ship's essence caress his own in bonding. Then everything went cold and silent. HOME's soul had been released from the light. ::I goes with yous in the long to be!! Knows this!! And waits!!:: the 8472 wailed. Then IT turned, only half of what IT had been before. Placing ITS limb claws on the wall it tore into a special sack nestled there and pulled out a glistening SOONER. It was a young HOME, now to be borne. The infant HOME struggled from its membrane and forged a mindlink with the aggrieved Speaker. It sang full of the light and pushed into the dimensional portal the 8472 had summoned for it. The Harborsea was now its cradle nuturer. In four passings of "days", this new living ship would be large enough to carry its Speaker anywhere IT wished to go. For now, it grew in power and ability feeding off of the energy remnants of the dead HOME flowing into Fluidic Space through the portal umbilical. Twenty minutes later, the husk of the old living ship was only a memory. IT had been recycled to the new infant HOME baby. The Speaker transposed back to the shattered bridge of the leaderwoman's Home and turned to bind all the Otherminds still in the light to ITSELF. Instinctively, "Mindspeak" restored itself and with it, the Speaker "found" the Voyager bridge crew one by one. IT even located the small life which came to ITS side in minutes. ::Spotthing.:: I is good, to sees yous still . I deepen now. Peoples' will quiet for yous until I's quickens.:: IT reestablished ITS links to the bridge occupants, just now staggering back to awareness. ::No fears, yous... HOME'S endses well in honors. We helpses Othersouls. Is good.. Is well... Is...:: the Speaker sank to the deck and slipped into a energy conserving tupor. The devastated Voyager crew would have to help themselves for a few days until the new HOME was ready. Theys would understand all this soon and find IT eventually in ITS temporary inert state. ****************************************************** END WEEK EIGHTEEN RECAP [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] 07-01-2K WEEK NINETEEN RECAP 07-01-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ************************************************ From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The preverbial stellar iceberg..... Date: Sun, 02 Jul 2000 01:16:01 PDT #Warning. Structural integrity grid in shuttle bay two is not activated.# In the jet black bridge, Janeway tapped her combadge with her good arm. =^=Computer. Tie in and implement containment, Janeway Pi Alpha Three.=^= Within the sparking, tortured shuttle bay, a blue field snicked into place and Voyager's escaping air no longer purged off ship. # SEE SOUND BITE # Janeway listed to the general vicinity of the command chairs barely stifling a scream as her movement jarred her fractured arm, "Chakotay.. Are you injured too?" She saw the short shake of his head in the dim glow of the emergency lights from the viewscreen. He was crouched over one of the young ensigns, who was unconscious on the floor before him. The woman's face was pale and one side of her head seemed flattened even though there was no sign of bleeding there. ::Oh no.:: Janeway thought, ::She's got a depressed skull fracture.:: Tom and Harry and Kirk were close by, standing by to help him if needed. Everyone else on the bridge, so far, had fared the jarring deck explosion well. They wore only cuts and bruises from what she could see. Chakotay saw the captain favoring her left side and angled his med tricorder towards her. "Never mind this now." Kathryn ordered. "We've got to stabilize the ship first. I can wait. I want sensors online as soon as possible. A rift's opened up leading directly to the outside.. I want to try and make a run for it before it seals up. There's got to be a reason why the counselor's shuttlecraft self destructed only now to open it. I don't intend to let this opportunity slide away from us." ::Who knows where we'll drift, knowing the strange currents here.:: Janeway thought. Page after page after page of damaged systems scrolled across her armside monitor. Harry got to work at ops and Tom went to his conn station to ready for B'Elanna's go ahead from engineering. Janeway noticed Spock was attempting to reroute main power into Voyager's systems with Seven assisting him and overseeing his work. Spot sat and simply stared at the Speaker folded into a rigid sitting pose, ignoring everything else around him. ::Has IT gone catatonic at the death of HOME?:: the captain wondered. There was no way to tell. An instinct made Janeway know that q was still somewhere on board. ::Probably, gone to engineering to keep tabs on the fluctuating impulse drive. There was no telling if there'd be another buildup to an antimatter overload:: Janeway couldn't worry much about him right now. She tried to ignore the nausea she was feeling and she sat down in her chair to activate her armside panel. "I'm going to start a ship wide diagnostic. I want a ship's damage and injuries report in twenty minutes." she said to the room at large. "I want to know how badly we've been hurt." Her eyes fell on the trance locked 8472. ::Speaker? Can you hear me?:: she sent to IT. She got no reply except a sidelong glance from Spot for a split second. Her link with IT was totally masked. Then there was an overhead com warble and her attention was distracted from the silent 8472. #Doctor to Janeway. Are you ready to come to sickbay? I don't like your sinking vital signs. You might be going into shock.# Reflexively, Janeway glanced down at her combadge. She had forgotten the EMH had bioflag access to every crewmember wearing combadges. She sighed, pursing her lips. "Puh. I'm sure I won't be allowed to postpone regen-ing for much longer." An affirming glare from Chakotay reinforced that thought. "Doctor, I left Guinan in astrometrics. Can you spare a medical team to deal with her?" #I most certainly can. Dr. Crusher and Dr. Bashir are fanning a deck by deck search for casualities until internal sensors come back online. I'll send them." "Good. Janeway out." The captain shifted in her seat, feeling cheated. The glinting starfield of normal space still mocked her through the rift from the viewscreen. Seven left her station to attend to the captain with a make shift splint. A hypo left her slowly detaching. ::So close! Like a thirsting man in a desert mirage. I want us free! Damn it! I can almost taste it!:: --------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Audio : Computer: Shuttle bay two forcefield activated. Warning klaxon in background. Image : Dusty, Seven tends to Janeway's broken arm. Both of their faces are riveted by the sight of the rift showing the way to normal space. *************************************************************************** From: "Everett, Katan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Shattered Hope Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2000 09:03:52 -0500 Tom pulled himself up to his seat, he had a few bumps and bruises but wasn't injured past that. Harry had flown over his station and landed in a heap, he felt something oozing out of his head above his eye. He stood up slowly and returned to his station. Long ranger sensors were gone, he flipped on the viewscreen. In front of the ship, in the distance they could see a shimmering rift. "Can't get a firm reading on it, but I'm guessing it will get us out of here" Said Harry. Tom looked down at the helm "We only have 1/15th impulse power, it will take us forever to reach that." commented Tom. =^= Paris to engineering, we need impulse fast, got a spatial rift here that probably will get us out. =^= Harry looked up from his station, his face was grim. "What is it?" said Paris. "We've got at least 14 hours before this thing closes, but there's something else we have to worry about." Harry Looked over to Commander Chakotay "I need to see everyone in the briefing room, as soon as we have the ship under control." he said. They then went about trying to get the ship in working order. ***************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Reunion Date: Sun, 02 Jul 2000 11:00:17 -0500 A TANDEM POST WITH ELENA AND CAT Q, Dax, and K'ehylar looked on the viewscreen at the Borg sphere hanging there. They watched wordlessly as the planet's surface slowly turned from blues, greens, and browns into a metallic disease, spreading across the planet like a plague. They left the planet's orbit as safely and discreetly as they could. They felt, with the assimilation underway, the Borg would avoid them Q looked up at his companions. "Voyager is in trouble...a bomb of some sort. Remotely detonated. Did either of you have anything to do with it?" Dax and K'Ehleyr looked at each other but Q couldn't tell if it was out of surprise or a feigned reaction for his benefit. He could sense q's presence in the vortex and laid in a course to intercept, when suddenly he felt his powers returning...there must be a hole to the outside! Q stood and flexed his hands before them as they glowed with energy. He teleported the ship near Voyager and saw a hull breach near the shuttle bay. "Wait here," he told his companions, as he teleported onto the bridge of Voyager, making one small outfit change to rile up the crew a little bit... (see pic) He materialized on the bridge, with a look of contempt in his eyes for the other q. His appearance startled everyone. "You will be assimilated," he intoned before switching back to his normal appearance. "Thanks for leaving us to be assimilated! I thought we were a team, guess not, eh?" Little did they know, but the Borg Sphere and the Borgified Intendant ship were on their way to Voyager. As Q's ship had been leaving orbit, Locutus had fired a tracking device which latched onto one of the wings of the Delta Flyer.... ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Locutus's Borg Sphere approaching Image : Q in Borg garb. *************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Simple things....freedom and mercy... Date: Sun, 02 Jul 2000 20:28:09 PDT Janeway saw Q appear as a Borg and her heart nearly leapt out of her throat. But Seven's hypo had done it's job and her emotions and reactions were dulled to counteract her shock. She only widened her eyes a little and gripped the arm of the command chair with her good hand. "Q..." she whispered in a gasp. "Please,...get us.. out of here.." She tried to stand but couldn't find the strength and had to content herself with conveying all of her desperation with her eyes.. Q turned to her, morphing into a command Voyager red uniform.. He seemed genuinely shocked at her current state. He knelt at her side, shoving away the ministrating Seven in order to get closer. Kathryn gripped the front of Q's shirt with urgency,.."Please.... We tried to find you on the planet....But,, the volcano..." she caught her breath.."...blocked our tricorders... We couldn't scan you.. I called to you. Why...why didn't you come.?" Chakotay had finished caring for the downed young ensign on the floor and watched as two orderlys conveyed her to sickbay. He turned his attention to Q and Kathryn, not minding if Q saw the anger in his eyes. Tom and Harry were working at their stations, trying to implement engine repairs and had no time to pay attention to what was happening on the command deck. The Learned One Prefect approached Q, "You...appeared as a god, but now..? I don't understand.." Q eyed the gecko faced scientist in front of him.::Oh. It's one of q's religious minions. I wonder if I should tell him he's the last of his race now that his planet has been fully assimilated by Locutus's Borg.:: Q took up Janeway's hand and she gasped in pain from her fractured arm. He gave her a go-ahead look that spoke volumes.. Janeway closed her eyes and sagged, "Q,...I'll do anything. And yes, I'll trust you with just a-about anything you need from me. Just, please,.. escape through the rift and bring Voyager with you.. We won't last a second if Locutus finds us still in the Carousel Coordinate trap in this condition. Even the 8472 won't leave. He has to stay with his infant ship... aghh!" Janeway bowed her head against agony and fell across Q's chest, her face just inches from his own., "Q, I'm begging you... Give us the freedom we all see out there..." She thought she saw a glimmer of,.. affection? Then it was gone. Q put a hand on her head gently and looked up at the viewscreen to the rift glowing there. ---------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Audio : Q- As you wish, Mon capitan.. Audio : The famous Q's fingersnap of power. ********************************************************************* From: Cassidy Meyers Date: Sun Jul 2, 2000 11:23pm Subject: Wink of an eye. In astrometrics, the hostess awoke alone. The weight of the bulkhead was heavy, and made for difficult breathing. She was dizzy and reaching around in the dark, her hands struck nothing but more debris as she struggled. ::Where am I? What happened?:: Janeway was gone, there was only blood on the carpet near where they had been standing. Guinan remembered nothing of what had taken place, "Computer, explain the reason for the damage on this deck." #There has been an explosive decompression of Shuttle Hanger 2. The breach has been contained.# Guinan "reached" and found that the Speaker's comfortable presence was gone. Her subject student was silent.. ::Now that's dire.:: Guinan realized. ::Only death or a bond break cause that.:: Then she felt... him.. His nimbus was unmistakable, crackling with energy touching the edge of her awareness like a terrible rising dawn. She opened a link and screamed, "No!! Q!! I know you can hear me. We must not go!! " She pushed against her prison of twisted metal that shifted only tighter on her stomach and chest. She had to shut up to fight for air. Then she blacked out... ------------------------------------------------------------ q looked up from his engineering station. All the apparatus he saw around him was charming. It had withstood the explosion well. His little trick of snuffing out the teeny tiny antimatter leak before it could contact the air was a very minor complication. He was quite proud of this little bioneural ship. ::Now, if I could just do like these people do and push the right button..:: The urgency of the engineers and B'Elana he saw around him simply didn't penetrate his amusement. He knew little of the turmoil of being vulnerably locked up into a body of mortal flesh.. Their stress and panic merely flitted about him like so many moths around a lantern. He turned to the klingon one in charge down here. "B'Elana dear, .. ah,... How do I reconfigure this plasma conduit? These relays are so primitively aligned." B'Elana whirled around, after helping a wounded lieutenant off the floor. She relieved him of his station, only then glaring at the childish q . "I don't believe you.. Here we are just fighting for our lives and you quibble over a computer panel? Try using those q powers and help the crew heal instead, huh?" "I was only trying to follow protocol, my dear girl, no need to spout spec--" q broke off, sensing a change and sniffed the air. ::Oh, no.:: he breathed. "No!! Q!!! I won't let you do that!!! It's too soon!!! I have to get--" q disappeared in midsentence. ----------------------------------------------------------- q popped onto the shattered bridge, noting Q cradling a semiconscious captain for only a hundredth of a second.. He stood, moving rapidly around the quiescent 8472, to stand in front of the main monitor screen's image of the rift. He gestured, and the ship jolted into a violet slip stream.. The rift disappeared into the distance and out of sensor range. Voyager plunged, cascading into a corrsicating doorway of violent energy that had no end... The only sad result was that the 8472 was ground-tied to the point of space and time he was tethered to. He was forcibly ripped off of Voyager's bridge. He disappeared into a hissing peach portal with a scream.. only a severed short length of bloody tail remained behind. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Back in the stars lab, a vaguely aware Guinan let her head fall back to the floor with an exhausted thud, "Good,...good,...." #Detecting high level stress voice patterns, do you need medical assistance?# the computer queried. Numbly, the hostess started mumbling incoherencies under her breath, *SEE SOUND BITE* before passing out once more into sweet oblivion. Hearing no further reply, the computer marked her position with a casualty tag and alerted the searching medical teams to her deteriorating status and location. ------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Voyager's main viewer as she careens into an endless slipstream. Image : A closeup ad of an 8472 and RPG upgrade lettering. Audio : Guinan- They're called the Borg. Protect yourself, captain, or they'll destroy you... ************************************************************************** From: "Matthew Joseph Savelkoul" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A Glance... Date: Mon, 03 Jul 2000 01:18:03 -0500 Q looked down at Janeway again. Never before had he seen the Captain so grim. She was begging him for his help. He gave the Learned One a smug look and said, "You're people are on their way. You'll most likely be joining them shortly." With a surprising bout of compassion, Q ran his hand over Kathryn's arm, healing the bone. Then he felt the ship jolt unexpectedly as the other q appeared. Q looked at him with contempt and disgust. It was him Q was sent to eliminate. His havoc of the Carousel Coordinate was doing dangerous things to the outside world...and this world as well. Species 8472 suddenly disappeared in a flash of light. Q didn't know what was going on but he owed it to his companions on the Flyer to help them. He materialized on board the flyer and felt his powers start to weaken again. The portal to real space must have shut again or have been masked somehow. Q turned to his companions and asked them to start working on the sensors. They would do their best to avoid detection from the Borg. When Q got his omnipotence back briefly, he could sense their presence. Dax isolated the tracking device and beamed it as far away as the Flyer's transporters would allow. ******************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Oh, Death where is thy sting? Date: Tue, 04 Jul 2000 14:54:24 PDT TANDEM post between 'myron ojala' and 'patti keiper' via LIVE communcation... ;) Barclay sat at the bridge science station nervously. ::Here I am on a ship that I've always wanted to be on, and now I'd give just about anything to be back in my own lab at the Argus Array back home.:: They had been almost destroyed indirectly by running from Locutus who was actually Captain Picard of all things. He knew that all the new faces on board ship who were not Voyager crew had actually been brought to Voyager along with him. ::Oh, God . I wish I had an aspirin. Temporal physics give me a migraine.:: Now, everyone from the original Voyager crew complement was back! Thanks to the appearance of q . Reg looked up at the viewscreen uneasily, ::We were so close to that rift doorway!:: But he was surprised that HOME had let Voyager be placed in such a dangerous spot. Let alone not knowing about the door triggering device inside the counselor's shuttlecraft. The problem that the captain was facing ,.. was 'What now?' The Borg Sphere probably was around the planet now, mutilating the population, including the crew of the Intendant's ship. He shuddered at the thought of getting probed and opened up before finally being turned into a cyborg monstrosity. And now, the cut off....tail thing. Barclay felt like he was turning green. Data looked over in his direction curiously and Reg did his best to convince the android that nothing was bothering him at all, "I-I'm just fine, Commander, ah,.. just wondering what it might be like,.. to be, ah,..assim--assimul- ah, well,.. you know." Seven looked up and stared critically at Barclay, giving him a once over. Reg saw her glance and he noticed for the first time, her cybernetic implants that adorned her face and hand. He blanched. The captain had healed rather suddenly, Reg thought. ::I hope that she's all right. Besides Captain Picard, Janeway's been one of the most inspiring commanders I've ever had a chance to study.:: He turned to Chakotay, "Commander, Permission to be excused from the bridge." Chakotay looked up from his report wearily and nodded without saying a word. It was at that point that Reg knew he was doing the right thing. ::I need to get out of here. They don't need me at the moment. I am just in the way.:: Seeing the moral-less q studying the bridge crew like scientific specimens, hastened his departure. ----------------------------------------------------------- Reg walked down the corridor. He suddenly stopped, realizing that he didn't know where he had to go. A short time later Barclay stood just outside the holodeck entrance with a hand poised to open the door. ::I feel like I'm giving in again. But I-I have to do this.:: With a resolve that didn't quite feel so firm, he toggled the trigger mechanism. The bulkhead doors opened and inside the light was dim and golden. ::Candlelight? Where is this place?:: Reg thought. ::Someone has left a program running here.:: He marveled at all of the devices and drawings that littered one worktable, all the hand made tools and sculptures. He looked up at the ceiling and saw a giant model of a primitive glider. "Excusi young man, Can I help you? It appears you have lost your way...." came a deep stenorous voice with an Italian accent. Barclay turned around with a startled jump. He looked around and saw a figure from history walking toward him. It was Leonardo DiVinci himself...::Er,.. his hologram...:: Barclay realized. "I'm sorry for intruding, sir. I didn't know there was, ah, anyone still up working.. It is rather late.. " The master craftsman eyed up Reginald critically, "It is at that. But tell me, you dress like a friend of mine.. Do you know of a Katherine? She is under my tuteluge and she is one of my brighter students." "Ah, yes,... I am acquainted with her,.. I've recently been serving on the same ship as she." The master's eyes widened in surprise, "Kathrine is dabbling with the nautical disciplines now? She tells me naught." With a flourish, the richly robed inventor swept up a scroll off the table top, "See? This is what Kathrine has been working on." Reg looked down. It was a design for a sail boat. DiVinci squinted at the ink drawn image myopically, "She said, eh, that her native friend Chakotay once almost made one for her when they found themselves stranded in a distant land. I think that she and this Chakotay guy were quite more than friends at one time , yes?" He chuckled merrily. ::Captain Janeway and Chakotay? Involved??:: Reginald's imagination kicked into warp drive and he hastily slammed the lid down on THOSE thoughts. "Ah,..I-I wouldn't know a-about that.., ah, sir..." "Maestro, please..." DiVinci said lightly, "She calls me that all the time. I love that..." Barclay remembered his own romantic infatuation with Deanna Troi in his own secret holoprograms and was mortified when they had been discovered not only by her, but by most of the command crew on the Enterprise. Barclay got back on track for why he had come to the holodeck in the first place. He bowed fractionally to the Maestro and asked, "Heh. I-It's a nice...title.. Very,.... ah,... . Master, I was hoping, .. ah, I could find a place to meditate.. for a while. There are some problems that I'll soon have to face.." "Oh? And what might those be,...ah,..Again... What did you say your name was?" Leonardo asked. "Lieutenant Barclay, sir..." "Ah! YOU are navy,..then. Not Kathrine..." ::This is going no where...:: Reg thought. "Not,,ah,...well..She is....sort of,.. oh, boy." Leonardo's eyes narrowed piercingly, "Is she one of these undercovers for de palace, eh?" Barclay quickly said, "No.. no.no.no.no., No, sir. Nothing like that at all. Kathryn,,ah, is my superior officer.." "A woman!!!??" he wondered,. "And I thought I had seen everything.." he grumbled turning to tightening a screw on a bird model contraption. Barclay exclaimed, "Computer,..end program.." Reg found himself on an empty hologrid. the computer came online, #This holodeck's power has been routed to sickbay. No further simulations are authorized..# Barclay sighed and he left. And tried to find another way to pass the time and relax until the next emergency... ----------------------------------------------------------- ::She's over here somewhere..:: "We're here!!! " Bashir shouted. His tricorder beeped as he and Dr. Crusher scanned the heavily damaged astrometrics lab. They moved quickly to the far side of the room. They attempted to lift a large piece of ceiling off of the survivor whose lifesigns were very faint. "Ugh!!" he exclaimed as he and Beverly got the panel free. He gasped. It was Guinan lying there. He knew who she was through word of mouth in Star Fleet. This was Captain's Picard's confidant.. and he saw that Beverly knew her too. Guinan was unconscious and both of their tricorders' scans showed the extent of her injuries.. Julian found evidence of internal trauma in her abdomen and one broken leg. A further exam revealed that she had a collapsed lung. ::That's not good.:: he thought. ::She can die from this.:: "Beverly, we've got to get her to sickbay right away. She won't last for long without prompt surgery." They were about to summon for a stretcher team when suddenly, a flash of light appeared. When it dimmed, they saw it was q . "I'm sorry doctors, I can not allow you to treat this one just yet. I need her just as she is..." Dr. Bashir stood, putting himself between this new arrival and his patient, "I don't care who you are, sir.. I am taking her to sickbay now..." he said angrily. "Just what do you want anyway.. Are you one of these Q beings I've heard about so much?" "As to what I desire..Her condition is bringing me what I want.. She 'll bring them to me soon.. As to who I am, I am q . You should be grateful , doctors. If it weren't for me, you'd be atoms by now.." "Thank you." Bashir said with heat, "Now get out of our way." q gestured and shimmering bars sealed himself and Guinan within a circular barrier. "No, I'm not done." the being insisted. And he crouched over Guinan's face, peeling back one of her eyes. ::Where are they, my girl.. Bring them to me..:: Bashir and Crusher suddenly got an anomolous reading on their tricorders from Guinan's brainwave patterns.. Julian recognized the patterns. =^=Bashir to the EMH and Captain Janeway I think you'd better get down here. Something unusual is happening to Guinan.=^= The holodoc materialized immediately and flipped open his tricorder, "Oh. It's you." he addressed q.. "What fascinatingly morbid experiment are you pulling now? Wasn't the Speaker's maiming enough for you? Why don't you just quit trying to look for ways to die using others and I'm sure you'll have no problems hitting it on the first try." The holodoc made his way over to the bars, stretching the range of his scans to include her. Janeway's voice answered soon after , =^=What's the problem?. I have to find q. He just left.=^= "He's here, captain, with Guinan, behind inpenetrable bars." Julian hissed. "And I don't know why.." "I believe I have an answer." the EMH announced suddenly. "Captain, do you recall your near death experience where you said there was an alien who visited you looking like your father? Well, he's due to arrive any minute now." -------------------------------------------------------- On the bridge, Janeway stood. ::The vulture things? Not again.:: "I'm on my way. Tuvok take over." ::Oh my god. He's returned?:: She didn't want to face what was to come. It was a horrible deja vu.. "Seven, Chakotay, you're with me... It appears we're about to have a nasty visitor." --------------------------------------------------------- END WEEK NINETEEN RECAP [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] 07-04-2K WEEK TWENTY RECAP 07-04-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ************************************************ From: "patti keiper" Subject: Aftermath Date: Tue, 04 Jul 2000 15:23:37 PDT Janeway was jolted to tearing by the blinding flash of Q when he suddenly disappeared without saying another word to her. Janeway looked to the viewscreen and Chakotay, rushing over to her to see what had happened to her. ::I recall asking Q to carry Voyager to freedom but now, things have changed. :: she reasoned. Her ship was sliding further and further away from the rift inside an endless slip stream. Distracted for a moment, she sat up straighter, marveling at the tingle left behind in her upper arm. Q had left her a parting gift. It was if she had never been hurt at all. Even the effects from the medication she had been given in the hypospray had been reversed. She was totally clearheaded and rested. "Now that's what I call a peace offering.." Janeway smiled. For the first time, Kathryn knew that she had been wrong about Q. He HAD learned a lesson about human compassion from his dealings with humankind. She rather hoped she herself had shared something of value with him, even, she mused, an offer of a deeper , real, longer lasting friendship. Just then q came back.. from Astrometrics.. Janeway realized that there was still a member of the Q continuum onboard, only the face was different. HIS callousness was still completely intact unlike Q's. " q ,.." she stood, moving to the being's side. "Why did you stop us at the rift and now, with Guinan? " Janeway looked around and saw the severed tail of Speaker lying on the carpeting.. It was still twitching. "Just what have you done?" she asked, dangerously soft. "You don't want to bring them here.. I know I fought them,.. Chakotay brought me back and I would've died if it weren't for him. What are you doing now? Why try to kill her?" q fidgeted for a moment. "Ah,.. it's nothing really.. Just too soon, that's all." He bit on a fingernail. Janeway stooped and held up the 8472's poor detached limb.. eyes flaming, trying a new tact. "Oh. oh. oh. Him.. He'll be fine. He's with HOME, er,,.. the NEW HOME.. who's just about mature now to my estimations.. How was I to know the dolt had IT on an anchor leash and had himself tied down too by its cradle point?? Your doctors are quite skilled. I'm... sure...they'll manage,... that..." q indicated the tail in Janeway's grip.. "rejoining o.k. as soon as they return." Janeway was silent and her eyes never left q's. q looked away uncomfortably. Chakotay moved to Janeway's side and tapped his combadge, =^=Bridge to the EMH.. we need an emergency stasis field for a severed limb.=^= The EMH replied, "Not Captain Janeway's?! Her vitals are inexplicably normal now..." Janeway piped up into the intercom, grimly, "I'm fine.. the limb is an 8472 tail and I hope, its owner will be back for it. Lock onto my coordinates, a half meter in front of me. It's in my possession. Keep tending to Guinan. I'll be there shortly." The doctor's voice was mildly horrified, "Understood. Energizing now." The tail disappeared leaving behind dark green blood on her hands. Pointedly, Janeway wiped it onto her pants where the stains of her own blood loss colored them. "Want any more, q ? If you're interested, we have Bolean blue, Klingon purple and Vulcan gr--" q shuddered and looked as if he wanted to be sick, "All right! I'm sorry for injuring you all that way.. but I tell you. I did NOT cause the explosion that opened the rift.. Why would I want to leave? I created this Trap for a reas--" Janeway advance in cold measured steps.. "And what might that reason be? Hmmmm. I wonder.." She walked around the bridge checking out her crew and ship's systems visually, "What could possibly interest you inside this this.. this Coordinate..?" she shouted angrily, "You've a lot of explaining to do.." q was silent, then he gestured, "There, your most critically injured crew have been cured, No one will die. Only that one remains in danger and I don't like her.. " The captain glared, "Why not them all while you're at it..?! Computer, display the critical lifesign.." A small window schematic of the ship design appeared on the main viewer over the frightening slip stream tunnel and it showed a single fading dot in astrometrics.. Two yellow dots were converging on it labelled as Dr. Crusher and Dr. Bashir.. Janeway had no doubt they'd keep her from failing into death. #Critical lifesign is registering from a Non Voyager crew member, an Al Arulien..# "Guinan!" Kathryn snapped, "What she to you, q ? She's the Speaker's Watcher. She's ITS teacher, now, help her and the rest of my crew..." she growled. q threw up his hands.. "I can't, I'm afraid. I need that one's distress and the others the way they are. I'm chumming the waters right now,.. doing a little "speed trolling" you might say.. " Chakotay and Kirk clenched their fists and even Data tightened a jaw. Barclay was encouraged and joined them with an angry stance of his own. Seven moved forward to tower over q , who backed up a few steps, mindful of her Borg enhanced strength no matter how human she seemed to him. q flung his hands wide, "Captain, I don't wish to harm anyone of your crew. I don't need your approval however, I DO need your cooperation. And when this is all over. You will be on your way. Did my counterpart ever offer you that?" Harry and Paris hooted in triumph.. and Spock folded his hands behind his back with a sense of completion and the computer came online. #Ship's propulsions are fully restored.# "Tom, all stop... using impulse only.. I want out of this rat's gutter.." She indicated of q and the slipstream on the screen. "Answering all stop." the helmsman snapped smoothly.. "Shall we be going? I'm expected.." q flashed Janeway, Chakotay, and Seven back to the fiasco unfolding within the astrolab. The flash ended and the threesome arrived in full dress uniforms.. "I hope you don't mind the formal attire. But,.. I think this special occasion calls for it. I've been waiting for these guys for longer than you can imagine." q grinned. He went back to peering inches away from Guinan's face, deeply into the dying woman's eyes , "Come out. Come out where ever you are..." ------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : J , Chak and the EMH looking down at you. ************************************************************ From: Everett, Katan Date: Tue Jul 4, 2000 6:35pm Subject: Re: Aftermath Tom brought the ship to full stop, then glanced back at Harry who was frantically looking at one of his panels. "Captain, we may have a problem." Harry said. "yes?" came her reply. Harry looked down at his sensor panel, if his readings were correct then they hadden't left the q coordinate, yet. He estimated that a polaron from the main deflector dish could punch a hole in the side of the slip stream, but he didn't want to do that yet. "Captain, if I'm correct..." he continued "The q coordinate isn't actually anywhere, it has no position in the known universe. We can leave, but if what I remember from my subspace dimensional physics course at the academy one of two things can happen." he slowed down, he realized was holding on to the edge of his station so hard his hand was turning a bright shade of red. "We could end up somewhere in the galaxy, who knows where, or we could all end up back to the points we were drawn from." "Tricky isn't it?" said q, smiling smugly. "We need more time to analyze these readings, or we could end up inside a gas giant, my parents backyard, or in the beta quadrent....." ****************************************************** From: "Crystal-Lee" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Making an entrance Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2000 20:20:57 -0700 The Intendant frantically scanned the deck, trying to find a safe place to leave Clara. She soon found the sickbay room and slipped in banging into, and knocking over Beverly. The Intendant placed a hand to Beverly's head where she was holding it, "Oh I'm sorry...uhh...you...I didn't realize someone was in here...anyway I got someone that needs help" she motioned for Clara to turn the corner but she didn't come. Beverly sat up and then stood up "Who is this...someone?" she added curiously. As soon as Clara heard her voice, she dashed out of her hiding place and right in to Beverly's arms. "Clara? What on earth are you doing here?" she soon realized that the young girl wouldn't be able to tell either, so she just comforted this yong child. Clara smiled "I was scared but I met that lady over there and she helped me get here. She's really nice". Beverly looked to the Intendant who had been staring at her since they got in the door, "Thankyou...you did a very nice thing.". The Intendant smiled "Oh, well, you know...it was purely instinct...you have nice eyes". Beverly appeared puzzled briefly, before returning her attention to Clara "Are you ok? Any soreness anywhere?" ~Intendant, Bev *************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: Fatal Attraction Date: Wed, 05 Jul 2000 04:16:49 CDT TANDEM post between Patti (Janeway) and Amiee (Seven of Nine) Seven and the captain stood in astrometrics, Seven glared angrily at the circle of golden bars in front of her. She did not like being teleported against her will, not to mention the odd clothing q had deemed "appropriate" for the occasion. She looked over at the captain. " If q wants to die, it could easily be arranged, I know several crew members who would gladly volunteer to help him." Janeway approached the bars, crouching near q and his nose to nose vigil with his victim. She didn't like Guinan's looks at all. "One step at a time, Seven, I admire your enthusiasm. But I think q's given up trying to gain mortality first. Is that it? You want to find a faster way to end your existence..." q looked up eagerly, "Oh, yes, captain. Why be so messy with a thing so cumbersome as flesh, when I can go ...as...I am.." Janeway stood, very disturbed. Her memory of the vulture entity's visitation had left scars behind when things had been finally over. Her eyes locked on Chakotay's. He was clearly reliving his memory of nearly losing her. Seven looked down at the captain, her implant eyebrow raised in question. She had downloaded very little information regarding this "vulture" entity. Just a clipped ships log from one year ago. "Captain?" she questioned. " I'm afraid I don't follow your line of thought." Janeway's haunted face fell into memory and she felt Chakotay move to her side in nonverbal support. "I...almost died in a plasma storm. No,.. that's not right.. In fact.. I was quite dead. Chakotay worked for a long time to revive me.. " *SEE PICTURE SERIES* She studied Guinan's face and imagined her own there. "While I was in that state,.. I saw this entity as my father, who had died fifteen years before. He tried to get me to go inside...this matrix.. where my consciousness would have served to "nourish" him. The only way I prevailed was that I discovered that I had to agree to go inside his crafted anomaly. So I refused with all the strength I had. He finally left due to hunger. He said that he'd be back...." The captain shuddered. q muttered, "Just my kind of opportunity.. These beings are called Harbringers,... They're hounds, of a sort, belonging to a very special individual. Do you recall Lt. Palamas, captain? It's very important that you do. She was the dalliance of the human greek god , Apollo. It's their get I want.. His latent powers are assuming classic lines. He is becoming a predator. A predator of gods.... You see? He needs to feed his Harbringer pets mortals and in turn,.. they find gods to feed him." "And you're going to be the main course....." Kathryn whispered to q. q's eyes glinted happily... "MMmmm... I sincerely hope so." The EMH had heard enough, stepping right through the bars, he angrily chided q "How dare you even think about taking someone else's life, what you do with your own immortality is your business, but I can NOT allow you to harm another living being" q rolled his eyes. "Arrogant technology." he muttered under his breath, q stood up and came eye to eye with the EMH " You sir, can do absolutely nothing to stop me." and with a snap of his fingers sent the holographic doctor back to his sickbay. Seven, becoming rather annoyed with the antics of the q, ordered, "Computer transfer EMH back to astrometric lab" she said as she glared at q. "Party pooper" q humphed. Janeway stood with a thought, she led the three doctors over to a side and said, "I have an idea. Wake her." "Captain, it's too risky." Beverly said, "In her condit--" "Keep your voice down...I have to tell her to not agree to go with the Harbringer into that matrix. Once she knows... we've won.." Janeway said. "And how do you suggest we do that captain?" the EMH asked with a slight note of panic on his voice. "Distract him. Maybe I can order a red al-" Before the words were even out of her mouth, the computer came alive #RED ALERT# ------------------------------------------------------------------ The bridge was in turmoil. Kim was one single nerve ending and when the automatic alert sounded, he practically jumped out of his skin. Tom had already called up a new contact on the viewscreen. A shimmery gray shape slipped out of the nebulous fog surrounding Voyager. It was still only just at the edge of the starship's long range sensors. Tuvok, in charge, said, "Magnify." *bleep* The image grew more distinct...with each upgraded sizing on the main viewer. To one very distinct signature. It was that of a Borg Cube. "What happened to the first ship? The Sphere?" Paris asked. Tuvok did not immediately reply, "Have we been detected?" "No." Kim answered. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, the situation with Guinan had reached an impasse. Janeway had just checked in with Tuvok and had been updated. "q ," Janeway approached the bar barrier, "Such that it is. " She pointed to Guinan, "You'll not let her die..?" "Of course not. Do you think I'd let her spoil my fun by letting her die for real. Do try to be sharper next time. I need to wait for Thanatos. That usually takes a while. So, go.. Shoo.. do one of those briefing..things.. or whatever you want to do.. You can do nothing here. Not much,.. anyway.." he said zapping the holodoc yet again to sickbay when he tried to sneak inside the bars a second time. Reluctantly, Janeway and the others left the room. ------------------------------------------------------------------ An hour later, with no change in Guinan, and nothing new to report from the bridge, Seven sought out the captain. She had an idea, but she ultlimately needed the backing of her commander first. :: I don't know if this is the wisest course of action, but it is the only solution with any merit, I must proceed :: Janeway looked up from her cup of coffee, taken hastily from a replicator without a second glance. It was already cold and sour. Like her options seemed to be. She heard her door chime a prompt softly into the stillness. She had a visitor.. ::At this late hour?:: Seven waited outside the captain's door. "Come." Kathryn announced. Seven briskly stepped through the automatic doors with a swish "Captain, I must speak with you." "Obviously. Take a seat." "I prefer to stand." "I keep forgetting." Seven folded her hands respectfully behind her back and didn't speak right away.. Janeway frowned, "Somehow I think this is going to be more involved than the usual, "I need to talk now concerning this matter" 7 of 9 visit. Any sign of the Speaker? " "You mean species 8472? " Seven said as she angled her head "It has not returned." She found herself glancing around the room halfhazardly, not knowing what she was looking for, finding nothing in particular to focus on. She noticed the captain giving her a peculiar look. "Seven, you're answering me in less than five word sentences and you're examining my quarters in microscopic detail.. So tell me, what's on your mind?" the captain asked with a slight smile. Seven looked at the captain "I was regenerating, and was disturbed by....images, of....the Tertiary Net." Janeway stood, making her way around the table where she had been seated. Seven was actually,...rigid with tension. ::What?:: "Tertiary net? Seven, I don't understand..." "This net is found only in the original Borg vessel. It is an indigenous feature of THE Progenitor. The one who assigns us...assigned us our designations." ::Oh, no.:: Kathryn breathed. ::It never rains but it pours.:: -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Images : SERIES-- Chakotay frantically trying to revive Janeway with CPR and then losing her. Image : Janeway and Seven in close conference in the captain's cabin. Audio : J- Have a seat. 7- I prefer to stand. J- I keep forgetting... *********************************************************** From : 'myron ojala' Subject : Yea, though I walk through the valley of Death... Date: Thu, 06 Jul 2000 21:24:08 GMT Barclay reentered astrometrics, it had been a half an hour since the captain had learned of q's attempt to manifest the Harbringers. He saw Dr. Bashir analyzing Guinan's lifesigns on his tricorder. q was standing over Guinan impatiently. Barclay approached Dr. Bashir and said, "What's going on with--?" Before he could inquire further, q looked up at Reg and said, "Young man, you are out of uniform.." q walked through the bars and stopped right in front of Barclay eyeing his current clothes critically. q snapped his fingers and in a flash, Barclay was bundled onto one of his most hated dress uniforms.. The one with the killer collar.. Reg gasped when he realized just who he was standing in front of.. ::Oh my.. This must be the q that had a death wish. But he's dead. Why is he here now?..:: Before he could wonder further... q pinned him with a piercing glare.. "There's something unusual about you, young man.." q entoned, "It appears that you've had your brain enhanced by a remarkably advanced culture.. And then they restored you back to your usually limited self..." q laughed, "I'm feeling generous today in a magnanimous sort of way.. I can use you..." Reg backed up fearfully. q continued, "I am going to give you a gift.." Barclay suddenly found that he couldn't move.. Not a single inch.. Only his eyes remained fixed on q as he advanced, smiling generously.. ::No. no. no.no Please,...no. :: he thought desperately. "Don't worry, young man.. This won't hurt a bit... Well, maybe just a little bit." Julian had watching this whole exchange and had been moving up cautiously behind q and Reg, but suddenly, he found himself frozen as well. q held up a finger without looking behind him, "You're concern is well noted, doctor. But be assured that he will not be harmed in any way... I promised the captain I'd not kill anyone.... yet." q's hand rested on Barclay's head. In Reg's mind, he began to scream.. There was a flash..Then he understood everything.. He blacked out... q turned away from the crumbled human and returned to the barred enclosure and his scrutiny of Guinan's inert form. Julian regained mobility. He rushed over to Barclay, scanning his body. Angrily, he shouted, "What did you do to this man?!!" "Not much." q quipped , "Just gave him back his heart's desire. Something that he had for a brief time once before it was ripped away again. I'm sure when he awakens, he'll be one of the happiest men still alive.." q announced. Julian straightened, convinced that Barclay was in no danger. He tapped his badge, =^=Bashir to sickbay..=^= =^=Sickbay here.=^= the EMH said, =^= Finally. Has that meglomaniac decided to leave us in peace yet..?? If that's not to much to hope for..=^= he added under his unreal breath.. =^= Barclay's down.. What happened?=^= Julian answered, " q did something to him that I can't detect. Why don't you beam him to sickbay for a further examination..?" he suggested. "Good idea. Energizing now." the holodoc confirmed. Barclay's out cold form shimmered in the transporter effect. And then he was gone. Bashir sighed , rubbing a hand over his face. ::Just what did q do to Lt. Barclay?:: q looked over at Bashir with one probing eye, which winked, "Wouldn't YOU like to know.." Bashir was indignant that q had read his private thoughts so rudely, but he had a patient that still needed him. He turned back to his tricorder's screen aimed at Guinan. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In sickbay,..... The Voyager EMH was carefully studying the medical diagnostic signals coming off of his instruments. Barclay was still unconscious on one of the biobeds.. So far, he saw that nothing appeared to be out of human norms for typical physical readings apart from Reg not being awake. He decided to run a brain scan. Soon, he found it. His eyes virtually popped out of his holographic head. ::Good lord. This man's brain has the same capacity as a starship's computer..:: The holodoc called Crusher over to him. "Dr. Crusher... Verify this for me will you?" He handed her his tricorder and she studied them. Soon they knew what had happened... Reg had become superintelligent. Barclay's eyes blinked and he sat up, "I'm back.... I know what I have to do now.." he shouted, springing off of the bed running to the doors.. "Wait!! I haven't yet cleared you for active duty....!!!" the EMH shouted. Barclay shot back without stopping, "Technically, I'm not a member of the crew, doctor, so you can't make that determination..." and he disappeared.. "I have to talk with the captain right away...." his voice trailed off down the hall. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- In the captain's quarters... Seven and the stunned Janeway listened to their sudden night visitor with careful attention. Barclay, out of the stifling dress uniform,.. was talking a mile a minute as if he couldn't physically form his words fast enough to keep up with his enhanced thoughts. ::It's strange to be so hyperly aware of almost everything around me and yet be limited only to verbal communication..:: he growled mentally. Out loud he said. "After I build this device.. we can install ourselves into the Harbringer's realm by lowering the away team's lifesigns to near clinically dead. Then THEY will be able to experience what Guinan sees. We'd be able to communicate with her and the Harbringer... It's risky,.. but captain, you have to be dead to see him. " You told us that yourself, that this is true from your previous experience with the Harbringer. This is the only way, captain. I suggest you, myself and maybe even Chakotay, with his spirit guide to volunteer.. The doctors' can arrest our lifesigns to the point needed without totally killing us.. and THEN we can talk to q or even this Thanatos guy and try to convince him to let Guinan go..." Barclay watched as Captain Janeway walked over to the outer windows to look outside. She stood there with her hands behind her back mulling over his proposal.. To his enhanced reflexes, it seemed to take an eternity... Then she spoke,.... ****************************************************** From: "Alia Shannon" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] I Will Fear No Evil For Thou... Date: Thu, 06 Jul 2000 23:35:59 -0000 ((Barclay watched as Captain Janeway walked over to the outer windows to look outside. She stood there with her hands behind her back mulling over his proposal.. To his enhanced reflexes, it seemed to take an eternity... Then she spoke,....)) " Lt. I have to be totally honest with you. I have grave concerns about your suggestion. Firstly, why has q given you this ability? I doubt very much that it was altruistic in any shape or form so I have to suspect that his intention was to provide you with the capabilities to suggest this course of action. And there is a rather large part of me that doesn't want to do anything that q may want me to do." She paused for a moment to take in the reactions of Seven and Barclay. She sensed that he was irritated by her lack of enthusiasm for what he perceived to be the only logical course of action yet if she were going to ask any of her crew to put their lives on the line she had to know that all the options had been considered. Seven didn't seem to be reacting to the suggestion at all, but then Seven had a poker face that anyone would envy. Despite all her doubts though Kathryn knew that she was going to consider Barclays' suggestion. What was holding her back now was plainly and simply her personal fear of returning to HIS realm. Her logical mind told her that he could not take any of them unwillingly, yet what if this time it was different? What if the Doctor couldn't revive them and they became trapped with it. Kathryn felt the panic rise in her again and she inhaled sharply to try and control the waves of fear that were spreading through her body. "If Commander Chakotay agrees then I'll consider it, I think his experience will be invaluable and besides if I have to return there then I don't think I could do it without him." The last part of her sentence was spoken softly under her breath for her own benefit rather than Barclays'. Without hesitation she tapped her Comm badge if they were going to do this it would have to be soon before the fear inside her became more than she could bear. =^= Chakotay, this is Janeway report to my quarters. I need to speak to you at once. =^= *********************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: In death's maw. Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2000 19:59:38 SCT > =^= Chakotay, this is Janeway report to my quarters. I need to speak to > you at once. =^= There was no immediate reply to her hail but Captain Janeway knew that her first officer would respond when he could. ----------------------------------------------------------- In astrometrics... In another place, the dying Guinan got up off of the ground and saw a glowing light manifesting before her. It was a peach portal..of exquisite beauty. #Speaker? Is that you?# Guinan called out. Something tripped her feet and made the hostess look down. The woman felt a stab of horror. She had tripped over a fresh corpse; it wore her own face. ::No.. Am I dead?:: Guinan wondered. "Not quite." a voice answered. "I am not letting you go just yet." The "ghost" Guinan turned to q standing before her while he squinted into the peach matrix spinning before them. "Don't worry. I won't let you starve for air even though your lungs can't manage breathing at the moment." Guinan noticed that a glowing fire of q power was encasing the corpse's shape and tendrils of energy were insinuating themselves into its nose and mouth like some bizarre life support net, keeping Guinan's death at bay. The chest slowly rose and fell, hanging on to a parody of life. "Why are you doing this, q?" Guinan asked. "And what is that anomaly we're seeing? It doesn't look like the way to the Speaker's Fluidic Space.." q waved a grandiose arm, inhaling deeply in satisfaction. "It's not, my dear-you-almost-departed thing.. That,... is a matrix of a Harbringer.. Janeway herself called its owner a vulture the last time it visited Voyager. It doesn't always come. Not every near death attracts it. Only those of new races the harbringer has never seen before.. "Like mine." Guinan growled. q turned to her, suddenly self conscious.."Please, Try to understand. I have to get to Thanatos. I won't let the Harbringer take you. Just stay away from the matrix and you'll be fine.. Now, go closer over there so it sees you.." Guinan, sickened by the prospects of what she had just learned, woodenly obeyed. ::I must. q holds my life.:: The matrix flared and a figure solidified into an admiral in quite ordinary Starfleet red dress uniform. The Harbringer advanced, with tendrils of its matrix caressing its features protectively. It was in the form of a gray haired human man that Guinan did not know. "Who?" Guinan began.. "Where is the other?" the man asked. Its posture was stiff. "This is her vessel. I remember it from before." The ethereal Guinan took a pace backwards, bumping into q. "What? I don't know what you mean?.. Who's the other?" The harbringer grimaced, studying its surroundings, "The one who resisted us. She had called me by the title of "father" then. The face marked one called her Kathryn while he fought for her life." "She's not with us." q said. "But Guinan here is the new one you seek." he said to the entity. He glanced at Guinan as murmured eagerly, "It'll drink you down like a fine, rare wine if you let it.. Don't let it take you over. I'm waiting for its master, Thanatos to come. Resist or you're lost. Inside that matrix, my powers cannot save you." Guinan fervently wished that she were back safely with the Speaker on his ship. But in her mind, his presence wasn't lingering any more within her perception. ::Something terrible must've happened to him.:: "I hunger, woman. Come to me." the Harbringer angled his head. His eyes phosphoresced, changing from amber, to gray to blue... q murmured,.."No. Don't go." he whispered in Guinan's ear. "Just a little longer.. Thanatos will wonder what balks his pet and come to see why he is not eating." The body on the ground jolted in a convulsion, but q soothed it back down into quiescence in a firm hold and the phantom Guinan felt its gripping pain. "Ahh!.. q...what's wrong?" q glanced at her. "Just some death throes. I won't let it happen again. In fact, I'll let that pesky EMH come inside here to take over the job of keeping you alive." The holodoc fell through the barrier he had been trying to penetrate suddenly. "Finally, q. I hope you realize how rash you are being." he snapped. The EMH crouched and began emergency treatment of Guinan to revive her failing lifesigns with a hypo and then he used a cortical stimulator. As he worked, he informed the captain, =^=Doctor to Janeway. Guinan is critical, she's now at the level you had been when the entity was manifesting to you. I have every reason to believe the near death entity is present. What do you want me to do?=^= -------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : From Janeway's past: Her ghosting soul while near dead. Image : Janeway speaking to her "father, the near death Harbringer. ************************************************************* END WEEK 20 RECAP 07-10-2K {voyagerliveaction@egroups.com} WEEK TWENTY ONE RECAP 07-11-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ************************************************** From: "Alia Shannon" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] In the presence of mine enemy... Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2000 22:00:45 -0000 >>=^= Chakotay, this is Janeway report to my quarters. I need to >>speak to you at once. =^= > There was no immediate reply to her hail but Captain Janeway >knew that her first officer would respond when he could. In the meantime, they had to act. A large part of Kathryn couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her own mouth, "Mr. Barclay, how long would it take you to build this device?" Barclay replied that with his new enhanced intelligence he could be ready within thirty minutes. =^=Doctor, can Guinan hold on for that long? =^= =^= I seriously doubt it Captain, her vital signs are fading fast. =^= Janeway paused for a moment to consider her options. She knew that q would most likely prevent any attempt to revive Guinan so she would have to let Barclay carry out his plan. =^= Doctor, do what you can for Guinan. If you are able to revive her do so. If not just try to keep her alive till we get there. Janeway out.=^= "All right Barclay, we'll proceed with your plan. Seven, I want you to go with him and help him prepare. When you're ready I'll meet you in astrometrics." Seven was still in the room... "Was there something else?" Janeway asked. "Captain, I wish to accompany you on the away mission." Janeway almost laughed, "The AWAY mission? Well, yes, I suppose you could call it that although I think there are other ways I'd choose to describe it. Seven I appreciate the offer but..." She was cut off in mid-sentence, "Captain, I am the logical choice to accompany you, as a Borg I was often in a hibernative state, my system is more accustomed to being slowed down than the rest of the crew and my physical condition means I would be more likely to recover afterwards." She eyed Janeway intensely. Barclay intervened, "Captain, I do think it would be more effective if several of us attempted this, strength in numbers, so to speak." Janeway was getting used to saying things she thought she might regret later, "All right Seven, join us in Astrometrics when you've finished assisting Mr. Barclay." She rubbed her fingers in a circular motion on her temples as she watched the two of them leave. She let her eyes wander around the room, ::Time to go, but back THERE? I must be completely insane:: The knot in her stomach tightened even further but there was no going back now Janeway tapped her comm badge as she left the room, =^= Doctor, I'm on my way. How's Guinan doing? =^= =^= I've managed to stabilize her temporarily, but even a physician of my exceptional talents can only do so much. I really don't think I can keep her stable for much longer.=^= =^= Just hold on Doctor, listen, I need you to prepare to...well let's just say I need your help on an away mission. =^= =^= Captain, I don't understand.. =^= As he spoke Janeway entered the room she quickly knelt at Guinan's side, "Hold on, we're coming to get you out, I promise I won't leave you in there with it..." She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she held the dying woman's hand. "Doctor, we're going in to get her, I need you to prepare us. You need to lower our vital signs so we can enter this Harbringer's realm. I know it's risky, but I don't have any other options. Have Bashir and Crusher on standby, I think we may need all of them." The doors to astrometrics opened and in walked Barclay followed by Seven. Barclay seemed more agitated than ever, "We're ready to proceed Captain." he said. Janeway got to her feet, "Ok. Lt., let's get this show on the road..." ************************************************************ From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: Flatliners.. Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2000 00:05:32 SCT >The doors to astrometrics opened and in walked Barclay followed by >Seven. Barclay seemed more agitated than ever, >"We're ready to proceed Captain." he said. >Janeway got to her feet, "Ok. Lt., let's get this show on the road..." ----------------------------------------------------------- On the bridge of Voyager Kirk, Spock, B'Elana, Harry, Paris, Tuvok and Data along with Spot and the Prefect scientist milled about the command deck growing steadily uneasy. The ship was still caught in the slip stream and it had been almost an hour since the Delta Flier containing Q, Dax and K'Ehleyr had banked out of the slip stream and had cast off the tracer device drawing Locutus's Sphere toward them... Inside the stream, Harry and Paris were still not convinced that it would be safe to leave the slip stream due to its unusual qualities and longetivity. As the helmsman had said before, no one knew where they would end up if they exited now. Projections run on the computer suggested that q's little slipstream trick had them flowing in a circle , around and around inside the Carousel Coordinate until it was impossible for any of the Voyager crew to locate where the rift opened by the shuttle explosion truly was. It was frustrating. #Galactic coordinate positioning is offline. Relative triangulatory alignment program is non functional. Cause: Unknown.# the computer chimed. "Cause unknown!!? " B'Elana shouted from under her engineering console on the bridge. There were sounds of clanging and banging of tools as she worked to get the computer to accept slip stream characteristic parameters in its navigational array. "I KNOW who caused all of this. He's GOT a name. No...I take that back. He's got one single tiny LETTER in his pathetic *Bang* little *clatter* name! *Crash*... She heard Tom laugh at her sarcasm and he waited patiently for her tinkering to free up his nav board so that they could ease out of the slip stream per captain's orders. Then it would be on to finding a safe place to hide from Locutus's sensors until repairs could be made ship wide. B'Elana remembered that Borg Spheres were equipped with slip stream drives and there was always the possibility that Locutus could find their particular q enhanced slip and follow after Voyager.. ::There's only two directions to choose from in a slip stream. Left or right.:: she thought. ::It wouldn't be too hard for them to check out both ways efficiently.:: Tom watched Spock and Kirk confer with Tuvok, who was still in command of the ship and seated in the center seat. It seemed that they were discussing the current problem facing Captain Janeway. He caught snatches of phrases from the Vulcan such as , "mind meld at point of death" and of a "projection enhancement" of Barclay's communication device set for the neardeath dimension of the Harbringer. It seemed that with it, living people would be able to see what the deathbound away team would see. He wondered if Spock and Kirk were planning to get involved with the captain and Seven's rescue attempt of Guinan. It made sense that a Vulcan would be very handy now that the telepathic Speaker was no longer on board. The Prefect seemed as lost as ever, he sat in an unoccupied science chair and he had learned about his race's end when Locutus assimilated his planet. He was staring at a sensor representation showing the rate of assimilation spreading across the face of his world with an unreadable expression. His left hand kept picking at the scales of his right mindlessly and he had not spoken since he had mistaken the other Q as a god. Tom decided to run battle scenarios just in case the Sphere paid Voyager a visit before they could find a hiding place out of the slip stream. Then there was the possibility that the odd CUBE detected earlier might find them first.. Now Paris didn't care about the distinction between Sphere and Cube. ::Borg are borg:: he reasoned..::And there's nothing I can do about it right now.:: He turned to his station and sent yet another run of telemetry to Harry to double check diagnostic function of the navigational array. A motion drew his eye.. Kirk and Spock were leaving the bridge. ::No doubt to dance with Death in astrometrics..:: Tom mused grimly. A glance from Tuvok reminded him to curb his suspicions and focus on his work. Soon B'Elana finished her juryrigging and Tom tensed.. Now, it was up to him to guide the shattered Voyager out of the slipstream and find a safe harbor somewhere safely out of sight of probing Borg eyes.... He made eye contact with Tuvok and said,..... -------------------------------------------------------------------- They were all ready. The astrometrics lab had been lit brightly as day. The three doctors had laid out all the specialized medical equipment they felt they would need in case things went sour with the away team's conditions. Intensive care equipment and full code supplies were close at hand and site to site transporter arm bands were all ready worn by the three away team members in case they needed to be rushed to sickbay to the security of a critical care biobed. Beverly would be in charge of monitoring Guinan's q-supported status. Her vital signs were just skirting clinical death as it was. Only the cortical stimulator made her breathe at all. ::This whole idea of q's is a travesty..:: she thought. Dr. Bashir got the captain set for the immersion into near death. She had been fitted with her own cortical monitor and now, he was explaining to her exactly what to expect while she was approaching the threshold near total respiratory and cardiac arrest until she was able to perceive the Harbringer... Kathryn didn't look too comfortable with the idea to the EMH. "Captain." he offered. " We don't have to proceed, you know. There may be another option." He saw her fling up a hand, dismissing his suggestion as she lay down onto the carpeting near Guinan. She touched the woman's arm once in an unspoken gesture of caring and gentleness, then Kathryn laid onto her back, blinking up at the ceiling of the lab. Seven stretched out near the captain, with her own monitor and transporter arm band. The EMH got set his injections for them. "Ready? These are mild sedatives so you won't feel like you're suffocating while the gas is taking effect.. Don't worry. We won't let you go too deep. The doctors and I can revive you all easily even if something should go wrong." =^= Computer, erect a forcefield around Seven, Guinan and Captain Janeway and infuse the atmosphere with misting anesthezine, at 212 parts per million.=^= A field erected around the three prone crewman and q moved forward until he, too was inside the field with the three women. A hiss started as the tranquilizer started its delivery inside.. "You're letting us proceed." the EMH told q. "I'm surprised." q looked at him as the anesthetic fog billowed around his features. "Oh, it's all the same to me... They'll serve to distract and delay the Harbringer longer.. increasing my chances of encountering Thanatos.. I'm actually indebted to you, doctor..." "Don't bother.." the EMH scoffed. "I can't say I feel any fondness for you at this point." Barclay calibrated his tricorder to the away team's lifesigns, assuring its link with the doctor's medical terminals and put on his q inspired helmet communicator device. He was placed into his own biomedical field and the EMH merely rendered him into a waking translative coma, to better conform with the strange link he was about to engage into in relay to the main viewer in the lab. q's eyes glinted. "I wanted you all to share in this moment.. That is why I altered Mr. Barclay.. so you all can see...everything.. I don't want to die alone.." he explained. "No one does.." Just at that point, Spock and Kirk entered the lab to offer their services. The doctors motioned them forward toward a computer console where they could monitor the proceedings carefully. "Ah, Commander Spock. " the holodoc recalled, " I may need your unique abilities at some point. But its entirely up to you, sir. They're just entering deep coma. Why don't you monitor Mr. Barclay and make sure his transmissions between the Harbringer and the away team make it to our view screen out here?" ---------------------------------------------------------------- Within the field, Kathryn could no longer see outside the tingle of the biofield barrier. She began breathing faster.. ::What have I done? I don't want to go... He's not here by my side.. Chakotay... where are....y-? :: She fought down an instinct to grab her throat. Soon, the cloying gas thickened in her throat and she grew groggy. Her chest felt heavier,.. tighter,.. and to fight her panic, the captain fixed her eyes on Guinan's peaceful features nearby.. ::I'll be there soon..:: she thought ::Hang on, Guinan.:: Surrendering, Kathryn Janeway gave herself up to the drug's artificial night... Beside her, Seven saw the captain stop breathing, but she could still hear her faint heart's beat . ::Good. She's slipped into the proper state. Now we can proceed.:: Breathing deep, Seven took in enough gas to override her inhalation reflexes and she, too, moved on into clinical death... Soon the space within their chamber grew quiet except for the sounds of two hearts' beating.. echoing softly.. Then, these, too, ceased altogether... -------------------------------------------------------------------- Outside the biofield, the doctors' looked up at the screen that started to glow above their heads. At first, it seemed nothing worked itself out of the midnight blue swirling. Then,.. figures started to resolve themselves. They saw Janeway, Barclay and Seven converge out of a mist toward a glowing whitish light. A strange man with silver hair and color flickering eyes met them with Guinan and q flanking him..... #Vital signs on away team have flatlined.. T-minus four minutes and counting.# the computer intoned. Bashir and Crusher and the EMH bit their lips.. "Hurry up people..." the holodoc wished the images on the screen. "Four minutes is a very short time....." q murmured. "Yes,... brain damage starts then doesn't it..? Well, let's hope my particular lion makes his appearance soon for their sakes.. I'll let them return to you only then, doctor.." "What?!!" the EMH shouted, "We had an agreement that you wouldn't interfere.. You said you wouldn't harm--! " "But my dear doctor.." q reasoned, indicating the three still bodies on the carpeting within the forcefield, "I'm not killing them right now,.. you are...YOU might lose Seven and the dear captain, not I...." he smiled. In his control chair, Barclay heard what had been said and frowned, struggling in his bonds.. He shifted mentally from out to in to warn the away team... ------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the realm... in the induced state of near death. Barclay rushed forward toward Seven and Janeway.. "Captain! W-We're on our own... q just shut off our safety net.. " "What?" Seven asked. "What do you mean.. I thought we had an agreement." she spat angrily. "You t-two can die for real now...if Thanatos doesn't show within the time you have left." Barclay clarified. The matrix flared hugely with a stinging fire... and Janeway saw it come...clear as pictures. It was the Harbringer.. It came nearer, its nostrils twitching... It came in the guise of her father....the admiral, once more.... Then it shifted into something else.. more hideous.. and began to salivate.. ::Oh. Heaven protect us..:: Kathryn prayed. Beside her, Seven stiffened, moving to put herself between the captain, and the thing growing before her..... Guinan shifted in front of them... "Wait!" she told it.. "Don't you see we're being used by this being?" she pointed at q . "He's been telling you what you can or can't have.. doesn't that bother you?" With a roar, the Harbringer swept Guinan aside and rushed toward q , who promptly disappeared out of existence only to reappear hanging out of the Harbringer's reach. "Whoa. Down boy.. You see?.. I-I can explain.." He whirled at Guinan, stabbing out a finger. "Ungrateful wretch!! I am keeping you ALIVE you pathetic creature.." "Why?!" Guinan roared back, "I never should've been dying in the first place. It was your explosion that damaged Voyager and caused me to be trapped in this lab.." q grew thoughtful. "No.... It wasn't.. Someone else did that.. I am innocent." "Then someone else is using YOU, q ." she grinned evilly. "Feels good, doesn't it?" she murmured. "Who might it be, q ? Locutus? Q? or another who hasn't found us yet? I have a feeling you aren't in the perfect control you say you are." she spat. On an impulse, Janeway moved forward, slowly, step by step, facing the Harbringer, redirecting its attention. Naturally, it grabbed her by the shoulders... snarling... --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : 7 and the holodoc looking angry.. Image : Janeway dead under a coating of frost.. *********************************************************** From: Clairissa Fox Date: Thu Jul 13, 2000 6:08pm Subject: My search for my friends7 and Auntie Kathy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I woke up and mommy was there with Flotter. "Its just a dream." mommy said. "Go back to sleep." But I knew somthing was wrong. The monster was not on the bridge anymore. Uncle Harry had told me that the Speker had gotten hurt and had to leave to babysit his new ship baby. I saw mommy get up off the bed and then I made my move. I had to see what was going on for me. It seemed a long time and there were no more noises from Mommy's room. "Computer," I said. "Hows mommy?" #Mrs Wildman is sleeping in her quarters.# "Thanks. thats all, computer." I left and I went into the hallway. People were everywhere, fixing the wrecked walls and computer screens and it was real late. But no one saw me. I went over to the library screen and touched it. "Computer,.. wheres my friends, Captain Janeway and 7?" It told me something scary.. #Captain Janeway and 7 of 9 are no longer on the ship.# "Why?" I asked. My hands got all wet and my stomach hurt. "Did they leave on a shuttle somwhere.?" #Negitive.# "Where are they now, computer? I want to see them." #Captain Janeway's signel was last read in astrometricks, at 2103. 7 of 9s signel ended at 2105.# "OH!" I said. "I'll go there then." I held Flotter and he went with me. I went there to find Auntie Kathy. I remembered the blanket she made for me. Flotter was wearing it now. It was pretty. Blue and yellow, with the letters of my first and last name on it. It smelled nice. I got there in a hurry then somthing wasnt ok now. It should be dark in there cause its nighttime. But I heard lots of people in there. So I went inside the big room. No! No! I saw the captain in there. She was on the floor with the doctors and so was 7 and the pretty lady in the hat. They were hurt! I ran over to behind a box. I knew the grownups would make me leave if they saw me. So I was hiding. There was a scary sight on the big picture t.v. screen. A monster was holding Auntie and another man was flying in the air. It was real and not a tape cause it wasnt fuzzy at all. I heard the holow doctor from sickbay yell at the new doctors., "We've got only two minutes left or were going to lose them both! Theyll be dead perminently." Then I saw that 7 and Auntie Kathy werent alive any more. They didnt move at all and thier signels were gone on the screen. Thats why the computer couldnt see them anymore. I wanted to run over there. Why dont they help them? They were all just standing there and I didn't know why. I began to cry. Then Mr Barclay from the other ship saw me from his machine chair and they all pulled me from where I was hiding back there. I got free from the Vulcan grownup who grabbed me and I ran over to 7 and Auntie Kathy. "No! dont leve me. Please dont die." I got my blanket and tryed to keep them warm with it but the enrgy fence was there and I couldnt get in. Then the holow doctor said somthing to me I didnt hear well and I didnt know what to do then I got real sad. I dropped Flotter and I just cryed. I yelled at them all real loud. "I want my friends back." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (attachment) Image : Naomi Wildman standing with a black background. *********************************************************** From: Myron Ojala Date: Thu Jul 13, 2000 11:54pm Subject: Mortis Venio As q floated above the enraged Harbringer, its form shimmered. Its true appearance was hideous to behold. The eyes shifted color like two, large prisms. Its skin was like glistening black leather. Its body was an enormous, malformed canine, but instead of paws, the creature had huge, viscious talons. As it held Janeway in its powerful grip, its snout was near her face. The captain could smell its rancid, fetid breath. "I know you..." she heard it say, "You escaped me once before. Yet you came to this place willing, knowing I would be here. Why?" Janeway squirmed in the Harbringer's choking grip; its muzzle only inches from her mouth. Suddenly the eyes of the Harbringer glazed with a ferocious intensity. It appeared to understand why it was lured here. Dropping Janeway into a heap on the ground, it turned to look up at q with wide expression of bewilderment and said, "You seek my master Thanatos? No one living has ever sought out my master willingly." The Harbringer lifted its massive head and let out a howl. It was as if every animal that ever existed cried out as one. Then there was silence. The air itself went still as death... Suddenly, Guinan, the captain, q , Seven and Barclay heard footsteps. Heavy ones, as if a giant was walking upon earth. As they became louder, a shadow appeared on the mist growing larger and larger. When it was towering in size it shredded the matrix as it came. The shadow began to develop substance. A massive humanoid body began to coalesce out of the black shadow. It loomed over the Voyager people, mortal and immortal alike. They could feel its gaze on each of them in turn, weighing and taking their full measure. And it found all of them wanting. >From Guinan....she wished her own life. >From Seven....she wanted her lost humanity.. >From Janeway.....she had the desire to go home.. >From Barclay....he wanted to simply belong.. > From q ..... q was like no other being Thanatos had ever consumed before. His voice boomed loudly, "WHY do you seek your own demise, little godling?" q floated toward his avatar, "Because I've seen all there is to see. I've been and have done everything. There is nothing left that brings me joy. That's why I had to use these mortals to lure your hunter here." q requested, "Have your creature release them, then you can do with me as you will." Thanatos gestured to his pet, and the Harbringer moved away from Janeway and the others, backing up a short distance. "Never in my existence have I, as the avatar of death, encountered an immortal being who actively sought out his own end. You puzzle me, q .." q motioned toward the away team. In a flash of light, Barclay, Guinan and Seven vanished. Janeway found that she was alone. She pierced q with a demanding glare. ::Where's my crew?!:: "Back where they belong, no harm done... the doctors can work their wonders now. I'm done with them. Why don't you go you play with him...?" q pointed toward the Harbringer. "I've some business to discuss." Thanatos drew q in close and they turned away, talking. Captain Janeway whirled to face the Harbringer when everything suddenly began to blur.. She felt short of breath and she fell to her knees, ::Not much time left. I have to...:: "I hunger." the Harbringer growled. "Come to me.. I won't be denied a second time." Janeway fought to her feet and mumbled under her breath, looking right at her worst fear----((SEE AUDIO WAV)) ________________________________________________________________________ (attachment) Audio : J- We're going to war... *********************************************************** From: "Alia Shannon" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A Comfort to the Wretched Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 22:25:24 -0000 <> :: Oh god, not now, not yet :: The wave of sheer terror swept through Janeway's body. It was the most intense feeling she had even experienced. She was just praying it wouldn't be the last thing she ever felt. She felt its eyes move over her it wanted to consume every part of her being, everything that made her who she was. For a brief moment she was almost caught up in the intensity of the moment. She had heard of underwater diver who had run out of air experiencing something similar, where they became so entranced with the experience of being underwater they forgot that they could no longer breathe and died before they could reach the surface. For a moment it almost happened to her... :: If I go the fear will end, I won't have to be alone anymore. They won't all be depending on me anymore; I could get home...:: The tightness in her chest returned swiftly and without warning. Suddenly Janeway could swear she heard Naomi's voice "No! don't leave me. Please don't die." and then: "I want my friends back." Kathryn didn't know if it was real but it was enough to give her the splash of cold water she needed... :: HOME.... I can't go yet, not until we get back... I have to get them back... I promised to get them back...:: She was starting to think more clearly now: :: I have to go willingly... I WILL NOT GO WILLINGLY :: "Do you hear me?" She turned to the creature almost spitting out the words. "You don't have a choice, here. It's my choice and I choose not to go with you. You will not get me, you didn't get me before and you're sure as hell NOT going to get me now." She looked at q as he stood waiting for what he hoped would be his final moments of existence. "You disgust me, you have no idea of the value of life. Perhaps you are tired of your existence, but I'm not. If you want to go ahead and die then do it but leave the rest of us out of it." She took a deep breath once more; she was still trying to think of a way to let the medical team know what was going on. "Why did you bring us here q, really I mean?" q paused for a moment as if thinking it over. "As Mephistophiles said "It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery" I want to die, but I won't die alone. They're running out of time Kathryn, they can't revive you. It's time to accept it and come with me. I promise you you won't regret it" The fear returned, this time stronger than ever... :: This time I am alone, no one is going to try and revive me this time, q won't let them near me, I don't want to die, Chakotay help me PLEASE.........:: *********************************************************************** END WEEK TWENTY ONE RECAP 07-21-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] WEEK TWENTY TWO RECAP 07-21-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ************************************************************* From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: The Halfway Mark.. Date : Sunday, 23 July 2000 04:32:08 AM CST TANDEM post with 'myron ojala' AND 'Cassidy Meyers' VIA voyagerliveaction CHATROOM Dr. Bashir ran his tricorder over the inert forms of Guinan and Seven and the Voyager captain. Only a minute and forty five seconds remained on the safety margin for the away team to remain clinically dead. Then brain damage was guaranteed to start from lack of oxygen and bloodflow. "Doctors! " Reg shouted suddenly from his control chair, " q just threw us back to reality! Start! Now! " he shouted. ::It was if we three don't matter to him any more.:: the lieutenant thought. "What's happened to Captain Janeway?" the EMH exclaimed urgently.. "My readings on her are still clouded by q's influence.. I can't tell anything about her current status... " Barclay struggled out of his cables and attachments. He realized that their time was running out all too quickly, so he began acting effectively for the stunned medical team. =^=Computer,.. purge all the anesthezine gas and drop the containment field surrounding Captain Janeway, Seven, and Guinan.=^= Barclay saw the remnants of the tranquilizing agents of the gas disperse safely. #Task complete.# the computer verified. "It's clear.." he announced. Reg knew then that Guinan and Seven could be physically reached now. ::I hope Captain Janeway also has returned safely.:: "Quickly cortical stimulator!" the EMH shouted. He placed the device on the nearest away team crewmember. He positioned it onto Seven of Nine's forehead.. Her readings were the most convertible so far. "50 megajoules to start." Julian injected 20 cc's of cordrazine directly into Seven's carotid artery. "Now!" Seven body jolted nearly off the floor and then relaxed. Immediately, a comforting indication of restored cardiac function blossomed on his screen and, underneath his hands, she gasped. ::One down two to go..:: "Beam her to sickbay! Initiate full oxygen therapy!" the EMH ordered. Seven disappeared in the aurora effect of the site to site transport just as Julian began his work on Guinan. The EMH knew that her treatment would be a little different in nature.. he knelt by Guinan's feet. "Dr. Crusher...." he indicated, for her to join them , "see if you can reinflate that lung first.. then we can work to get her back.." The EMH set a restraining field around Guinan's whole body to keep both her treatment and cardioversion from making her existing injuries worse by keeping her head and back in proper alignment. All scans indicated that she was easily revivable, too, as Seven had been moments before. Dr. Bashir crouched over Guinan to assist in her revival process. Julian watched as Dr. Crusher expertly placed an occlusive patch over the gaping tear in Guinan's chest wall, blocking off the escape of air from inside her torso through the wound. Then she inserted a butterfly valve syringe into place near the site. "I'm set." Beverly said, "Someone ventilate her." Bashir established a tubed airway and put Guinan on an automatic respirator unit. Air began to move in and out of Guinan's chest with the machine's action; it was induced breathing by programmed control. Beverly's butterfly valve completed its evacuating work and Guinan's lung was restored to its normal state as pressure within it lessened back to negative through the one way valve. Only now, could the injured woman process enough oxygen, with both of her lungs healthily intact, to help the rest of her body recover. With the fresh perfusion of O2, a cortical stimulator soon returned Guinan's heart to beating. "She's stabilized.. Move her out to the critical biobed in sickbay. Energize." Julian said. Guinan's form dematerialized, leaving the captain the last one left behind for the frantic doctors to deal with. Barclay ran toward the three doctors, "It might not go so well for you now; q didn't want to die alone. He said he'd hold Captain Janeway with him. We don't have much time here. It might still be possible to reverse her hypoxia, like you did the others. It all depends on what kind of hold q has on her consciousness." Julian was furious.. Things were rough from the start. He could not get any telemetry off the captain at all. The EMH saw his problem. Dr. Bashir's anger was justified. They couldn't use any medications on Janeway because they didn't know how far she was under or how acid her blood had become from being arrested for so long. All they could do was maintain her using basic life support techniques only. The bioclock went down to ten seconds.. Captain Janeway needed support starting now even though no one knew when q would let her body respond to them. The doctors began simple CPR without electronic augmentation with Bashir counting off compressions while Dr. Crusher gave Janeway desperately needed air by mouth to mouth until an airway could be inserted by the holodoc and a respirator set to take over Beverly's task. "What now?" Beverly said to the other two doctors once she had been freed up. "She's no longer in oxygen debt. But how can we get q to let her come back to life? All we bought here is a little time.. ..Any brain synapse activity?" Dr. Crusher added grimly in a whisper to the others with a concerned glance toward Naomi Wildman being comforted and led away by Captain Kirk. ::The child's frightened enough without me adding to it.:: "Can't tell." the EMH answered. "Our friend q is still masking our equipment scans." He hit his medical tricorder with a fist in frustration. He drew out another hopefully. "Her entire consciousness...... is still in that...... near death realm. .....She just won't...... catch." Bashir reasoned in between his compressions. "I know that." the EMH snapped, "Mr. Barclay.. Can you try and go back and distract q ? We can't work on the captain like this forever.. . We've got to win back a sliver of her awareness from him.. We need to buy enough of her autonomic nervous responses to accomplish two things. We need to get her AV node impulses reactive and patent to a manually adjusted cardiac pacemaker and then we need to capture an artifical heartbeat on her with the device after going in surgically to attach it." The holodoc gripped Barclay's arm, "If you are successful, lieutenant, we can hold on to Captain Janeway indefinitely with those measures until we figure out how to free the rest of her consciousness. If you fail.. I doubt any of us here can keep performing her CPR indefinitely...it's inherently damaging over long periods due to the physical forces being exerted on her internal organs." Barclay sat down into his control chair as swiftly as he could and closed his eyes, "I'll try ,.. just.... keep me from becoming another... of the undead." He gestured to Janeway. -------------------------------------------------------------- Suddenly, Reg was there. In limbo. He saw Janeway struggling in the grip of Thanatos's pet while q and Thanatos were in close conversation a short distance away ,.. totally obvious to the captain's precarious predicament. Barclay knew a physical attack would be useless against q and he knew as long as the captain resisted the Harbringer, her mind would remain safe so he approached the two god beings first. He began feeling more than just a bit of trepidation. "Your body's fine, captain." he said to the Voyager captain without looking at her directly as he past her, " They're doing CPR now and soon, a pacemaker will supplement that. It'll start to work as soon...as I handle those two... Try... to fade into the background. Make yourself unimportant to us.." he set his mouth in a grim line. "I've been returned to jar a piece of your "soul" free from q and the Harbringer. We need a bit of your nervous system reflexes back in order for this to happen...So uh,..don't worry. You're in good hands....." he smile faintly for her benefit. "..in here as well as out there..." Then stress marred his pale face once more and he moved away. Janeway wanted to speak out loud to Reg but she dared not, knowing, now, the desperate war being waged for her life. She met the Harbringer's eyes in a snap when suddenly she was lifted off of the ground by the throat. The captain tried not to struggle with a betraying choke... Crossing a short surreal bridge, Lt. Barclay whistled loudly in a tuneless song and put on a feigned, happy air.. " I know something that you don't...." he sing songed. " A game... a game is afoot.." Thanatos and q broke off their talking and looked up as one. It was apparent that they were not pleased at being interrupted. Especially by someone of Barclay's limited species. ::Well, Reg. Time to put your credits where your mouth is...:: he thought. "How boring..." he scoffed at them.. "Too easy if you ask me.." "What?" q asked.. Even Thanatos was intrigued and tilted its great head. It was only right then it really noticed this bold mortal. He ordered the Harbringer to drop his hold on the captain's neck.. Coughing, Janeway regained her feet. She backed off a few paces to watch them all cautiously, trying to minimize her presence the whole time, fighting the gasps that came with increasing difficulty. The captain ignored the dire symptoms, focusing on positive thoughts, willing her body in the real world to work as it must. ::Ah,..Think, Kathryn!! ...Barclay's buying me synapses, eh? For this heart procedure..? I don't know what you have planned, sir,:: she silently wished him, ::..but I do know that it'll be a doosy with that augmented brain of yours...::she thought.. Then her legs gave way and she fell to the ground, curling into a protective ball, as pervasive, red tinged fog enveloped her. Barclay put his hands on his hips, " You claim to have lost interest in living, q ? You've seen it all and done it all, and have been it all, huh? Well, I don't see it that way.. And here you are, " he thunked the predator of gods on his chest, " .. getting set to munch on him.... easy as you please.. but where is the challenge in that? Thanatos, you are the lion,.. and q , you are the gazelle.. What happened to the thrill of the pursuit..? q's nothing but a lamb here led to the table.. Don't you see, big guy? A kill is meaningless without the thrill of the CHASE.. now... isn't it? As I said before this , here, " Barclay gestured to his adversaries and the region around them," .... is boorrriiiinggggg... " q eyed Barclay with the glimmer of a frown on his lips, ,.."You claim to be bored with MY situation, mortal? Hasn't this been exciting enough? Life... death..." "The chase....?" Barclay hinted...blinking impatiently. Janeway began to smile.. Thanatos raised an eyebrow and waved the Harbringer away. It disappeared into the matrix with a hiss; its light sputtering and dying as it left. Gone for good. ::Until the next meal.:: Janeway clarified. ::I never thought I'd be grateful to a master of the hounds. But THAT is certainly one hound I can definitely live without. I can't say I've cared for being the fox here.:: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back in the lab.. medical data on the captain's synapse response status began to register to the surgical team.. "He did it!" Crusher exclaimed.. "Stop the compressions, doctor. We've got our window.." In less than fifty seconds, they worked to set Janeway's pacemaker in place. Julian wiped the sweat off of his face and grinned when the aide was activated. Sweet tones of active heartbeats filled the lab, however artificially induced they were. Naomi, clutching the gift blanket closely, ran up to the doctors and hugged the EMH who uncomfortably returned her embrace,.. "My..." the holodoc said in surprise.. Dr. Crusher completed a full preliminary scan.. the first to get through to their tricorders since Barclay's little diversion had taken effect. "Got my baseline.. get her to sickbay stat...! Computer energize..." Janeway's body faded into energy particles. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the realm,... Janeway noticed a change.. the horrible heaviness in her chest was gone and she no longer felt weak.. She rolled over onto her stomach, looking toward her rescuer, reveling in the act of easily drawing breath. Barclay winked at her from where he stood, thinking to himself, staying vocally quiet. ::It worked.. She's definitely stronger. Must be on full life support.. We've won that part squarely, captain. Now we need to win your consciousness back.. but we'll both have to work on that little problem..:: Barclay focused his attention again on q . "How about a race...? Hmmm? You and him?" he grandly proposed to the god eater, "...with our dismal q here as the prize...Nothing like a good workout before dinner, eh, Thanatos..? Ever heard of the human game called hide and seek?" Both q and his invited predator spoke in stereo, "No. Explain it to us." Barclay took both beings by the shoulders and led them away from the fast recovering soul of Janeway... "Well, THAT chasing game is played like this......" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : J dead, about to be revived by the EMH with a hypo. Image : Barclay with a serious expression. **NEW ---> Screensaver! : Five EKG strips on a black background in rainbow colors. Eventually, all five digress from distress to shock to flat line heart rhythms. VERY COOL!! ************************************************************** From: Clairissa Fox Date: Tue Jul 25, 2000 12:48pm Subject: They did it! I was scared. I didnt know why 7 and the pretty lady and the captain wanted to be so sick to talk to the monster. I only know that I wanted my friends to be o.k. again. The other captain with the red hair tried to make me not see what was happning with the holow doc but I saw it all. I jumped around captain Kirk when I saw Mr barclay get up out of his chair. He said that my friends had to be helped, now! Doctor Basheer helped 7 come back and then the pretty lady, too. dr Crusher did all she could, too. I was happy when I heard the heart screen start beating on them. But now it was Captain Janeways turn. Things werent going so well. I saw she was still on the big t.v. and that Mr Barclay had gone into it again to stop the monster and Queue. Why was she still over there? 7 and the other lady got away. I didnt understand why. I saw Auntie Kathy hide in the mist to get away from them. Help her! Mr Barclay! You've got to rescue my friend. Then I saw all the doctors were stuck and mad and they did things different. They didnt use any machines to help her like they did for 7 and the lady. Why? Why was it so hard to heal captain Janeway? But captain Kirk didnt tell me anything and I started to cry almost. But then I knew something. The grownups were just as scared as I was and then I felt better. I saw dr Crusher help my friend breeth and dr basheer made her heart work. I had seen that before at a fire at my house on earth. Mr barclay made the monster and queue play a tag game and then the holow doctors motor could help Captain Janeways heart start up again. The heart screen was so loud. They did it! I was so happy. I ran up to the holow doc and gave him a huge hug. Thankyou! Thankyou for saving her and 7 and the lady in the hat. I saw my friends go away in the transport beam but I knew where they went to. I ran to my room and got out something special. It was a picture I snuck from the library computer of me and Auntie Kathy. Mommy was still snoring in her bed but I was real quiet. I got to sickbay faster then anything. I saw Auntie Kathy in the sick bed. She was sleeping in blue pj's and a silver blanket. No one saw me go over there. I put my picture near her on the table so she could see us there when she got better and woke up and I gave her my blanket to hold onto if she wanted to. I gave her a kiss and I hugged 7, too. She looked funny sleeping in a bed and not in her station alkov . Everything was o.k. now. All I had to do was wait for my friends to heal from their t.v. mission . i knew it wouldnt be long until they could tell me stories about it. I fell fast asleep and then I wasnt scared anymore. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : J hugging Naomi Wildman or telling her a secret. ************************************************************* From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: The color of devotion.. Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2000 10:42:49 SCT Guinan shot awake with all the suddeness of one jolted by the force of a thunder clap. "No!" she shouted and her arms flailed around her. But the pinning weight and pain she had endured in the shattered stellar cartography lab was gone and there was no power struggle to wage any longer. "Guinan?" came a voice in the dim lighting. Guinan sat up and felt dermaplast patches on her face and felt the remnant tingle of a bone regen in her leg. Then she realized where she was. In sickbay on the critical care bed. She saw the EMH striding over to her in the periphery of her vision. It was he who had spoken her name. ::What am I doing here?:: Her memory came flooding back with a vengence. ::The others, .. What about..?:: Guinan cast a search of the room, her eyes alighting on the bed next to hers, a very familiar form. "Captain?" she asked. "Don't worry. We've managed to forge a link with her trapped consciousness and her body's accepting life support measures well enough. We are utilizing a cardiac pacemaker to maintain her vital signs." the holodoc reassured quickly. Guinan noticed the respirator as well. "She's still that far under? Dam* him." the hostess cursed, "I should've stopped him when I could have. Then we never would've gotten into this mess." "What do you mean?" the doctor asked. The hostess gave the EMH a long searching look that held a heavy burden, one years or decades old in her eyes. "I was sent here, to find our current annoying masochistic q . So I hitched a ride on the Speaker's ship to get here. At first, was fun. I taught my 8472 teen quite a lot on our journey along the way. Then I found out what both our Q were doing in this trap." "Who sent you?" The doctor asked with a curious tone. "It seems the other temporal crew were "sent" as well. Though by whom is the question of the day it seems." "I can't say that,. or it'll go very badly for Voyager and her crew." The EMH's silence carried his doubt. "You're just going to have to trust me, doctor. I know what I am doing. I won't allow anything to endanger your crew and I'll do my best to minimize q's influence when I can so you can get Captain Janeway back safe and sound." "That's not good enough!" he shouted and half a dozen medical staff looked up from their work over Seven's and Captain Janeway's biobeds. He hastily lowered volume, "I am sick and tired of all of you, holier than thou races "minding the store" so to speak! If we had asked for your input on our current problems don't you think that Voyager's crew would've done so? Listeners, Speakers, q.... it's enough to make even a hologram complain ad nauseum. " "We're trying to help..." Guinan began. "Our kind don't particularly care for your kind of assistance. People wind up dead or dying every time whenever mysteriously empowered or even long lived visitors show up on the horizon. History confirms this." the doctor gestured at Janeway and Seven, "Just look at the evidence." Guinan began to smile and she nodded in approval, "Nice, protective subroutine. Protect the patient from further harm. You know, I really admire your programmers. They did one hell of a job on you." The hostess slid from the biobed and brushed the wrinkles out of her medical gown, reaching for her own clothes on the nearby tabletop. "Wait a minute." the doc was taken aback, "You can't just leave.." Guinan finished donning her purple robe and was tucking her elegant hair back under her hat rim, "Why not? Don't you trust your own healing skills?" She patted down herself, searching, "I don't feel anything out of the ordinary. Completely and utterly healed, in fact. I'm leaving." Then something stopped her. She stood at the head of the captain's bed, and picked up the framed picture left there, thoughtfully tracing a finger down its face. She looked up at the EMH, very seriously, "I do care about your people, doctor. As I did for those on Picard's Enterprise. More deeply than you could ever possibly know. I'd die before I let anything more happen to them." Guinan carefully replaced the picture back where she had found it and she left for the bridge. The EMH whispered softly under his breath, "I was afraid you were going to say something like that. Now I'm going to have to watch you, too." -------------------------------------------------------------------- Guinan swept onto the bridge deck and Tuvok stood to meet her from the command chair. "I trust you are well." the Vulcan began. The hostess ignored him, staring intently to the viewscreen, "Why are we still here? Why haven't we left the slipstream? Mr. Paris?" Tuvok stepped down to where Guinan was. "We have several unknown devices on our shuttle hanger, locked in subspace. A cautious attitude seemed justified. Perhaps if we knew your line of logic..." The hostess pointed upward to a corner of the screen. "There. Enhance that grid if you would." The spinning, swirling slipstream flow gave way to a dark speck that ate the morass around it with its cool straight lines of symmetry. Everyone gasped and grew uneasy. Harry and Paris glanced at each other from their stations, "But that looks like...: Tom began. "Yes." Guinan said, " That is the rift again. Only instead of leading the way out of the Carousel Coordinate, the rift leads into the inside of that ship." Harry piped up from ops, "Isn't that the inside of a Borg vessel?" "That is why we have to leave.." Guinan said. "That Borg ship we're seeing out there isn't the same configuration of the interior of Locutus's Sphere at all. That I know like the back of my hand from studying the Learned Ones religious wall paintings. That, my friends, is the inside of a Borg CUBE. It seems, our little neighborhood trap has just gotten a whole lot meaner.." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : A thoughtful holodoc listens to Guinan in sickbay. Image : Voyager cascading through a slipstream tunnel. Image : The interior of a Borg Cube. Image : Guinan in purple, deep in thought. ***************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: Inception Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 02:48:08 CDT Seven's eyes jerked open. She sat bolt upright and quickly gathered her wits about her.::I am in sickbay. Why am I no longer in Astrometrics?:: Then she remembered,..Thanatos, Guinan and the captain. She looked over and saw Janeway lying nearly dead on a nearby biobed. Suddenly, a pounding , throbbing pain attacked her head and it had nothing to do with her earlier condition. Her hands reached for her ears, trying to "block" the noise. Then, it stopped. A beeping began from her monitor above her bed and it drew the attention of the EMH from his office. "Seven?" he said , making his way to her side. "How do you feel? I just saw an abnormal reading in one of your cranial implants." Seven ignored the doctor and jumped down to the floor. "Seven? Do you hear me.?" the EMH said in earnest. He tried to hold her by the shoulders but she burst out of his grip without answering, shoving the EMH backwards. Two medics arrived and moved forward. "No!" the doctor shouted. "She'll injure you. Let her go." Seven strode briskly to cargo bay two without challenge,unaware that she was being allowed to roam freely for the time being while the EMH coordinated assistance. She went for the nearest console and pressed sequence after sequence on the terminal. Finally,she stepped back and exited. She made her way onto a turbolift and spoke aloud, "Deck One." She impatiently waited as the turbolift hummed into life. ::If it wasn't so illogical, she'd be tapping my high heeled foot, too::She watched the lights flash as her lift rushed her from one deck to the next. Then, she was there, her final destination. She burst onto the command deck on the bridge with an energy that exuded from her in urgent waves, every move broadcasting that she meant business. "Full stop!"she shouted as she made her way to the con station. Tom turned in his chair to face the lengthy woman, "Something bothering you, Seven?" he said with a scoff at her getting in his way to study the console readings. Seven then saw that Tuvok had joined them, she added, "Cut the engines, now. If we do not get any closer, perhaps we will escape her detection." "Her?" Tuvok asked. Seven faced him, "The Queen. We must answer all stop, Lt. Paris, quickly." Tom obligingly turned back to his controls and brought Voyager to a halt carefully inside the narrow slipstream. Tuvok raised a Vulcan eyebrow and questioned Seven further, "The Queen? As in the Borg Queen?" "Yes." Seven said, "While I was recovering in sickbay, the Borg homing device attached to my neural net was activated,... ten minutes ago. I masked Voyager's sensors with a biodampener, from Cargo bay two, that mimicks the physiometric signature of the Borg Vessel's natural echo, and then I came here to the bridge to find where she was located. " "After so long detached from the collective, my homing signal detector could only have been reactivated by very close proximity to the Tertiary Net, from the Original Borg Cube. Only the Queen has power over this network, to generate that signal in such a way. So far, we are invisible to her." "Why weren't we detected at the moment you detected her?" Tom asked. "Because I am only one." Seven replied. ---------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, on the Borg vessel hanging inside the rift's mouth. Borg drones were mulling about on various platforms inside the Cube. There was a metallic clang and there was the sound of a descending motor humming. The squirming part of what appeared to be a blue-grey snake came slowly down out of the ceiling. As it came lower and lower, it was revealed to be the torso of a pale woman; a Queen to be exact. As her machinery lowered her into her slim robotic body, she watched as her minions hustled about, content to do her bidding and every whim. Her transformation into her mobile form complete, the Queen thought, ::At least, SOME of my drones know how to do a task correctly. Stupid little q . All he was told to do was trap Locutus and his renegade drones, and still in MY Sphere, no less. I knew Locutus would be trouble from the beginning. I never should have allowed him a name OR home.. Look how I've been repaid. He should have been given a simple numerical designation like all other Drones...:: The Queen nodded and the vast tertiary net conveyed her thought, showing the tear in the side of the slipstream that was the rift. It was the way into q's self created Carousel Coordinate. The Queen bided her time, and arranged for him to arrive soon. She sent a call along Q power lines attempting to locate the bumbling q's whereabouts. She found nothing in range. "What have you done now, I wonder. I cannot see you. But I know you have not left. We would've tracked your entrance back into normal space." And then she found Locutus's tracer that had been cast off by the Delta flier drifting in among the stars around the rift just outside the Carousel trap. It had Federation metal fragments adhering to its shorn clamps. "Federation..." the Queen guessed as its metallic composition was translated to her through the work drones. The Queen swept her Borg Cube minions into action, making their probes and eyes her own in the tertiary net's sensor grid, to expand in search.... But her Cube's position stayed at the mouth of the rift, bridging the chaotic trap's nebulous interior and the outside region's normal space. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : A closeup of the Borg Queen face to face with Seven of Nine. Audio : Borg voices: A Borg proximity signal has been detected. Origin : Unimatrix 3,2,5. Grid: 0,0,6. Alter course to intercept. *animated* Banner:RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.. b&w morphing. *************************************************************************** END WEEK TWENTY TWO RECAP 07-29-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] WEEK TWENTY THREE RECAP 07-29-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.comm] **************************************************** From : "Alia Shannon" Subject : [voyagerliveaction] If we shadows have offended... Date : Sat, 29 Jul 2000 20:42:18 -0000 Every single part of Kathryn ached... She woke slowly trying to assess what reality she was inhabiting at that moment. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Doctor, and heard him humming away to himself. :: Barclay must have done it :: Immediately she felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, the fear eased from her and she began to feel more comfortable. One thing still bothered her though - Janeway was angry with herself, it was ridiculous and she knew it but she couldn't help it. She was furious that she could allow herself to be so completely controlled by her own fear, she tried to shake off the feeling but failed miserably. She was haunted by the realization that at one point she would have done anything the creature asked of her just to be free from the fear that uncertainty brought with it. She felt as though it were still nearby, she could almost smell its rancid breath. The palms of her hands began to perspire as she tried to rub away the pain around her neck and shoulders. :: Dammit Kathryn, get a grip, it's over and hell you're only human :: The thought was logical but it still didn't make her feel any better - she realized that nothing could do that right now. She began to drag herself to her feet when the Doctor reappeared: "Captain, I don't know where you think you're going but"... She didn't let him finish "Doctor, the only way you're going to keep me here is by physically restraining me - is that your intention?" The Doctor simply sighed and pointed her towards the door. "Just make sure you check back sometime within the next twenty-four hours." Janeway called Barclay and asked for an update, her patchy memory was beginning to clear but she wanted his confirmation of the events that led to her being recovered from the harbringers realm. In the meantime she headed back to her quarters for a change of uniform and something to eat. For the moment she managed to put the recent event out of her mind but somehow she felt... well... different... it wasn't something she could put into words but something happened in there something that would be with her as long as she lived... **************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: Allie allie allie oxen free!.. Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 05:24:34 GMT "O.k.. Are you both clear about the rules now?" Barclay exclaimed at both the omnipotent beings facing him. Thanatos and q both looked at Barclay and then at each other. q mused, "The rules are simplistic enough. Let's get going. My death has been delayed too long already." "Just... just... listen to me." Reg clarified. "Thanatos will pursue, you, q , through the myriad space of this crafted dimension only. Teleportation and spatial/ temporal dislocation are fair avenues of eluding capture or gaining it. But, Thanatos, you are going to have to apprehend the latest incarnate form of q here to achieve endgame..." Barclay glanced around as he talked. The current environment in which he perceived himself to be began to change, to transmute into a world unlike anything imaginable. Barclay couldn't recall where he now was. There was no apparent sky, the landscape had shifted, all lines were concaved into a massive rounded tunnel whose sheer scope staggered the enhanced lieutenant. The length of it ran into near infinity...Barclay thought, ::Well, we now have a racecourse...:: q looked over his surroundings, "Not bad if I do say so myself... and I do--" q suddenly realized someone was missing. On further examination of the vista spreading out before them all, ::What has been a quartet, he surmised, ..is now a trio.:: q turned to Barclay, fuming, "Where is Janeway?!" he demanded. Barclay suddenly wished he was anywhere else but where he was situated now, on the receiving end of god-like ire. He stammered, "W-well it seems that the captain needed her body back. The clock ran out of time.. you see? Her brain was dying... we had to do ..something...I.." q quibbled, "Oh. Your species is always dying, mortal. Details. Details...." he breathed in grandly, "I suppose you'll act as this....refer-Ree of this little sortie, then?" he said, changing the subject. Reg nodded numbly, wishing fervently that there was someone who'd yank HIM back to reality. Thanatos rumble shook the world, "Shall we begin?" ------------------------------------------------------------------- In astrometrics, Dr. Bashir was monitoring Barclay's lifesigns carefully as he sat in his fashioned control chair. ::If only we could free him like we did the other three away team members. But how?:: Bashir heard Captain Janeway hail his location, =^=Janeway to Lt. Barclay. Respond.=^= Dr. Bashir tapped his own combadge in reply,=^=Dr. Bashir to Captain Janeway. Lt. Barclay's still immersed in the near death realm from his chair at the moment. He's still keeping our little friends in there at bay and distracted.=^= "Hmm. How's he doing, Doctor?" Janeway replied from her quarters. "I wanted to speak with him about what exactly happened to me in there. But I can wait on this for now.. Keep me posted and notify me the minute he wakes up. Janeway out." The captain changed out of her night robe and back into her uniform. She was due for some food. Her growling stomach wouldn't allow her to rest until she ate something truly substantial. In the lab, Bashir studied his remaining patient and wondered for the hundredth time, looking into his vacant eyes, ::What the h*ll is going on in there? Will you be able to save yourself, Lt. ?:: Julian silently hoped.:: My hands are tied.:: -------------------------------------------------------------------- q began by shouting an immense cry, "Annnnddd they're offfffffff!!!!!!" With that, and a blaze of light, q disappeared. Barclay inched near Thanatos as the predator waited for his set time interval to pass before he gave pursuit after q's exuberant headstart. The god shifted his gaze to Reg and said, "I still hunger, human. But your game does sharpen the appetite..." he smiled. "Your deception to free the last mortal female from q was very amusing. Yours is an intriguing species." Half listening, Reg glanced up at his captor and wondered ::Am I seeing the real Thanatos? Is this his real physical self or is it just an illusional aspect?:: He thought he saw a figure that was very masculine. Thanatos even looked slightly human in his appearance, or,.. even more so.. His face had a trim mustache and beard and around his head, he wore a narrow golden headband. Roman clothing folded loosely about the god complete down to the sandals on his massive feet. Then Reg realized how much time had slipped away.."Ah,..." A whole five minutes.. Thanatos looked down at Barclay and spoke, "Do not be concerned. q will not escape his fate...." Then Barclay asked the question he knew was expected, "Ah,, W-what is it like... to...eat.....a god?" and he swallowed. Thanatos's eyes glowed with a ruby light and he smiled, "I do not eat as your word surmises.. I...absorb their essences. Their uniqueness, I make my own." Reg nodded as if that explained everything, not wanting to even imagine the whole process in action. He could feel his stomach doing flipflops. "So,.. will you?" The god predator looked out beyond into the distance where his prey had disappeared, "His time has not yet come... I came to this one because I have never known any previous prey being to search for his own death in such a manner. I wondered why he would seek this,.. so I came.." Barclay shrugged, "He's immortal. There is nothing new for him anymore, except to find his own exit from existence..." Thanatos considered this carefully, nodding his great head in acceptance. He added an afterthought, "This ship holds that one's answer, but he'll know it not until a later time." Reg glanced up, "I think you're right." remembering, at last, his history lessons about Voyager. "Everything DOES have a time and place...." ::But what about ...me?:: Thanatos read his thought, "Your place is along side the special woman from the other ship. The one who reads emotions as clearly as you can see those stars up there." He pointed. Embarrassment flooded Barclay's face. He vividly recalled how he had arrived on Voyager, falling on top of.... ::Deanna?! I-Is she that one?:: he bravely ventured. Thanatos didn't deign to reply further and the silence grew longer between them. "S-so." Barclay whispered, "Are you going to let him go?" The predator nodded. "It is good for this small space of time that he isn't seeking his death, but is now running from it..." "W-what about me? I mean,..uh.... not for you to....eat...but.." Suddenly, Barclay found himself blinking up at Dr. Bashir and Dr. Crusher in astrometrics from his seat. He sighed, "Boy, I'm sure glad that's over..." he sighed in relief. Julian said, "Is it?" very dryly and began pulling the wires off of his patient's head. The lieutenant blanched realizing just how vulnerable everybody still was with those two gods nearby. He wiped his dry mouth. Julian tapped his combadge,=^=Dr. Bashir to Captain Janeway. I believe we are done here. Barclay's been returned.=^= The captain came online immediately,=^=Glad to hear it. Lt., come to the galley at your convenience, whenever you feel able to and only after the doctors have cleared you. We'll talk over coffee. There's some things I'd like to straighten out for my report. I'll be here for the next hour or so.=^= --------------------------------------------------------------------- In the galley, it was night and few crew members occupied the kitchens. Even Neelix was absent from his counter grill and the "cooking" duties had been left for the replicators. Barclay drained his third cup of coffee. He didn't even like the stuff and he grimaced yet again. "Something wrong, lieutenant?" Janeway asked. "I'm....more used to Earl Grey, captain." he quipped with a grin. "Captain Picard's preference, eh?" Barclay nearly spit out his last mouthful of lukewarm coffee. The captain pretended she didn't even see his startled reaction, stabbing a carrot onto her fork. "So,.. what happened over there? Where's q now?" she asked. "Running.......though I can't say he's in any danger of dying any time soon, as we both know. Thanatos realizes it , too. And,...I wonder what q still intends..." he stretched. "I still have his little present up here...." Barclay said, tapping his own forehead meaningfully. Janeway set down her fork onto her dinner tray and she steepled her hands in front of her mouth in thought. "I appreciate what you've gone through, Mr. Barclay. I truly appreciate what you've done for ALL of us, including me. The doctors told me that you were instrumental especially in saving my own life.." she smiled, "Words can't express the depth of my gratitude." Barclay denied her every word with a frown, "I did...I did what any Starfleet officer would do for fellow crewmen. I-I.. was there... so I did what needed to be done.. It was nothing...I Really..." They were interrupted by the bridge. It was Tuvok. =^=Bridge to Janeway. We have a problem. We have just encountered.. the Borg Queen.=^= ::No preambles. Tuvok? Must be serious:: the captain decided. =^=Understood. On my way.=^=Janeway rose quickly. As Barclay stood as well, she motioned him back into his seat with both hands. "No. no. You've earned your rest, lieutenant. Have a cup of that favorite tea....." Then she was gone... ----------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Barclay with a data padd. Image : The Borg Queen descending into her robot body. Image : Janeway, looking nervous. ******************************************************* From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: Your move..... Date: Tue, 01 Aug 2000 01:18:43 CDT TANDEM post with "Amiee Fielder" and "Patti Keiper" via MSN HOTMAIL MESSENGER windows. There was nothing showing yet on the viewscreen. "Status." Janeway requested of the bridge at large as she exited the turbolift. Tuvok smoothly gave up the center seat to his captain,"No change. Seven of Nine's modifications of our ship's signature appears to be stable. We are manifesting as a shadow to the Borg Cube most efficiently." Seven angled her head in acknowledgement toward the Vulcan science officer, accepting his "compliment, "It was not difficult recalling how my parents had used this technique of camouflage against Borg detection during their extended safaris into their territory." "Nice work." Tom Paris praised. Janeway went to the ops console, seeing just how the sensors' modification had been set up for herself, and she voiced aloud, "How did you first detect the Queen's presence, Seven?" the captain asked."I vaguely remember you mentioning a...tertiary net in a dream you had two days ago before our away mission to rescue Guinan." "That is correct." Seven replied. She folded her hands behind her back, "I was recovering in sickbay after I had been revived. I awoke and was suddenly overcome by a pounding throb in my head. Then, just as it had started, it ceased. All I heard after that moment, was homing device feedback, typical of a lost drone that has been relocated by a Queen Borg vessel. I took action to make sure my transponder signal didn't get through to her." The captain noted the Cube's current position, half in and out of the rift through the side of their concealing q created slipstream. Kathryn walked slowly around the deck, speaking mostly to herself and her nearest officers, "I wonder why she's here? Could she want something inside the Coordinate Trap with us?" Janeway stopped with a shock. "Wait a minute... Seven, something just doesn't jive here. Let me remember a few Borg facts first. Don't all Borg Queens reside inside Borg Spheres? Our current contact is clearly showing as a Borg Cube...." She tapped the rectangular representation of their nearby neighbor on a wall screen panel. "And yet, you sensed a Queen's recall signal from on board this ship here." "Precisely, captain." Seven concurred. "My theory is this... Locutus has somehow disconnected himself from the Borg Collective at large and is trying to establish his own dominance as.....a King. Perhaps using the power of this Queen's own stolen Sphere to aid his cause." Tuvok's eyebrows rose at that idea. "Interesting. That theory just may hold some merit." Janeway rolled her eyes, "This is all beginning to sound like some giant chess game and we're the pawns.." She moved over to Harry's station and gestured, "What do the rest of you think? Hmm?" The Voyager captain circled the bridge meeting the eyes of everyone present as she spoke, "Locutus, in a Queen Sphere; the Queen deposed to a simple Borg Cube... This all rings like the earmarks of some,.. internal rebellion with the entire Borg Collective." Harry remarked, "But who's gonna be the eventual winner...?" "That's what we're going to have to determine, one way or another.. We're stuck here, inside a very volatile environment, created by a suicidal q. Any warlike activity or weapons fire might damage us further if those two come to blows. We've already been damaged by the device implanted on the Counselor's shuttle that opened that rift out there in the explosion below decks. We still don't know who put it there. " Janeway blinked, thinking hard and deeply, "How's this.... perhaps earlier in time, the Queen intercepted Troi's shuttle and used it to give herself a "garage door opener" into the Coordinate to let herself in when the time was right. We just happen to have had the misfortune of holding that very shuttle in our cargobay when the doorbell was triggered... But this angle suggests something else, q created this Trap... maybe he was the one who told her the time had come to show herself... because he had located her quarry, Locutus's Sphere, and had him surrounded with the confines of the Carousel..." "This is all speculation..." the gecko faced Learned One Prefect said, rising from his observer's chair, highly distraught. "We can't know that for sure with any certainty.. My world died at the hands of this Locutus.. It seems ludicrous that their deaths were only a cornered animal's attempt at pooling resources..." "That's what we have to determine.." Janeway interjected, "We have two options. Either we get further involved, or we just let the storm blow right over our heads while sticking to close cover." She sat back into the command chair with a frown, "Quite frankly, part of me doesn't even want to get involved. I've had quite enough of this q fiasco, and to suddenly just waltz right back into a Borg one....." "We may not have any choice, captain." Guinan said, ominously. "The extent of this vessel's damage will soon force us to leave the slipstream in order to affect repairs.. We'll become visible to both of them. Sooner, rather then later, I'm afraid." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- q was running. And running.. and running..., even HIS immortal body was on the verge of exhaustion. q was panting as his self made racetrack folded out before him. He had the strangest feeling....that he was not being followed. ::Is this all a part of the rules? I don't remember anything like this being mentioned..:: q suddenly stopped in his tracks, skidding a few stars into a pink nebula's midst. He turned around, looking behind him, "Where is he?" he wondered out loud and tapped his burning foot impatiently. A meteor shower sprayed out prettily. q waited for Thanatos to make his appearance... -------------------------------------------------------------------- The Queen wove her way through her drones, and they parted, making a path open for her to the tracer device disassembled on the table before them. "So, this miniscule thing has traces of a Federation alloy on it...hmmm. It is definitely a construct from my Sphere, and thus, from Locutus. But which starship can I pretend he attached it to? Is it from Enterprise....or Voyager? I wonder.... " She peered at the tiny object through her silvered eyes, glinting in the greenish light bathing her, "Who would I want in the Collective more.. Commander Riker or Seven of Nine?" she mused to herself, "Either one would suit me just fine..." The mistress of the Borg looked up at the center screen just as a corner of it lit up and a chorus of mis-keyed Borg voices all chimed at once, "Contact detected. Vessel of Federation origin. Altering course to intercept." ::Very good.:: the Queen thought. ::Soon, I'll have its true identity known.:: She directed the Cube out of the spatial rift leading to the outside and normal space. It sealed itself up completely without a trace of ever having been created and the Borg vessel coursed deeply into the heart of the Carousel Coordinate. It only took a matter of moments until the Cube had reached its destination. Recognition dawned on the face of the Queen. ::This modified construct is of Earth materials from the humans at Utopia Planetia, the same yard which birthed the Enterprise and Voyager.:: As they neared the shuttle, standard Borg sentiment was directly sent. A tractor beam engaged and the Flier was pulled inside. Voices spilled around the tiny craft. They spoke as one, "We are Borg. Your biological and technological distinctiveness will be added to our own. Your life, as you have known it, is over. You will service ...us." The Queen marveled in satisfaction as she maneuvered her quarry into place on the assimilation/salvage platform. It was an action she had never been able to do before from her tiny, now stolen, Sphere,...::Well, there's something to be said about these old style Cubes.." she pondered, "They have great storage space." She studied her telemetry on the shuttle more closely.."Hmm. Definitely not Starfleet Standard Issue.." She searched deeper into the facts scrolling before her metallic eyes.. The Queen paused on a particular section of data. Then her mouth grimaced, and she only mouthed a single word,... "Voyager." ::This craft is from Voyager.. Its bioneural circuitry is unmistakable.. and it only stands to reason that Voyager herself must still be nearby.. This Flier is showing only a limited flight range capability." She waited patiently for the craft to be enveloped in securing tethers before proceeding down to stand near the craft's silver and red hull. The Borg Queen smiled. She had a few "Q"uestions to ask of the three inhabitants registering inside the fully immobilized ship. ----------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : The Borg Queen, framed in a lattice of black and purple. Image : Portrait of Seven of Nine in maroon. Image : J 7 P H at the helm console and around the bridge, looking worried. ********************************************************************* From: Naomi Gothe Subject: [voyagerliveaction] In the old shuttle bay Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2000 04:53:06 -0700 (PDT) Captain Kirk stood looking at his friend Mr. Spock in the shuttle bay checking out the shuttle they came in trying to see how they found themselves in the 24th Century in the middle of nowhere. Captain Kirk was studying the outer haul damage why Spock was inside trying to find any logs or navagation equipment. Kirk went into his own thoughts about the reason he was here. He could find none. He tried to help the best he could but, he never felt so in the way in his whole starfleet career. He had no imput on this Q thing but, it reminded him of a alien child he encountered...Trelane! Maybe they are related in some way...Maybe the little brat was a Q...he did only encounter him not to long ago? Could Trelane be one of these Q's...hummm..He did seem to have amuzement of playing with peoples lives..Leaving them for dead if they did not do what he wanted. These Q's reminded him of this childlike creature. Hummmm maybe this was Trelane's way of getting him back..He shook off that thought for the moment. Spock would call these thoughts illogical and they did sound somewhat paranoid. Kirk saw nothing on the outer haul. He went around to the door of the shuttle. "Spock have you found anything?" Kirk asked in a tired voice. Spock looked at his friend, "I can not find anything, Captain" Kirk lets out a big sigh and turns around, "I am going to get something to eat and a cup of coffee...I need to try to relax and collect my thoughts...Would you like to join me?" Spock can see that his friend was tired but, he wanted to figure out this puzzle and the other one he discovered on the planet, "thank you for the offer Jim. But, I would like to look at this more." Kirk nods and he always admired Spock's motivation. If they end up being stuck here. He knew his friend would have no problem fitting in. He on the other hand would be Ensign working with that fellow Neelix in the kitchen. Kirk leaves leaving Spock to do his handywork... *************************************************************** From: mp@jm-p.com Subject: [voyagerliveaction] "Premonition." Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2000 15:12 +0100 (BST) It was in his sleep that Chakotay first realised what was going on. Over the years his mind had developed a kind of extra-sensory perception, albeit well used nor informed; it was in this midnight hour that he sensed a kind of wrong. Something pulled him back, deeper, into his sleep. He sensed a direct feeling of wrong in what was happening to Voyager, despite the fact that his quarters were only dimly illuminated and hugely comfortable. Things felt awkward, like they didn't belong - a great deal of distress was heading for Voyager. Memories came back, the odd moments when he had been connected to the Borg. And, suddenly, a mass wave of confusion and turmoil swept over him. As he had realised it the Borg memoirs had come back to life, and combined with this new-found, although weak, sixth sense it produced strange, unfamiliar emotions, each of which made the vessel's first officer feel ill-at-ease. The Borg Queen appeared to his mind. It was simply a memory of pictures recovered by those who may have survivied, and a few from when the Enterprise had met her; the problem was the disorganisation. Maybe that was what they wanted from Voyager - help? Nonetheless, he couldn't forget what had happened when they had had to use the Borg's help against species 8472... was it going to be a trap? He awoke. His back ached, but with the replication of some herbal tea - one of his tribe's concoctions, and one that had a slightly relaxing effect - he felt slightly better. He dressed slowly, taking care to think about his actions in the next few moments. He was sure he was right, and the Borg Queen needed Voyager's help: the problem was whether it was an ambush or not. Trust and the Borg, Chakotay mused, were two identities totally mutually exclusive from one another, especially where voyager was concerned. He hated the Borg with every fibre of his body, his mind having been there, his body having witnessed the back-stinging nature of the beast. It was, of course, his duty to tell Kathryn - and he would. In the dark, red-alert lighting, he straightened his collar and the black of his uniform, nodded to himself, and walked out of the door. "Chakotay to the Captain," he called, having tapped the solid metal on his communicator. "I have had an inspiration..." *************************************************************************** From: "April McGowan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Enter in New Character Date: Tue, 01 Aug 2000 10:31:43 PDT He felt himself begin to fade. The escape pod warning system told him that oxygen levels were at dangerously low levels over thirty minutes ago. And now, his head had begun to buzz and fuzz over. Worf rubbed his eyes with a lazy hand, almost unable to make his fingers bend around properly. This wasn't exactly how he thought his death would be. Cramped in a fetal position and floating around in the Badlands was not how he wanted to be found, nor was it any shape for him to be entering into Sto-Vo-Kor. He caught himself hoping that an energy burst would connect with the pod and blast him into the next realm, but that seemed unlikely now. He had been trapped in there for three days. Despite his training, hunger was beginning to take its toll and his arms and legs were wracked with muscle cramps that had become almost unbearable. He craned his head to the left towards the flashing warning light. He would be completely out of air in ten seconds. Worf found himself unprepared for his death. He felt as though he had too much unfinished business, a very non-Klingon way to be feeling. He should be looking forward to his demise, but all he could think of was things he hadn't accomplished yet. Human feelings. Just as the last molecules of decent air entered his lungs he had all but convinced himself that it was the lack of oxygen causing him to feel these things. Dark purple, red and black spots swam before him as his head began to pound. This was it, he thought. As he was about to fall into unconsciousness he felt himself shift as the pod began to speed up unexpectedly. He tried to focus on the com panel, but his eyes were blurry and unresponsive. Perhaps he would be blasted after all? Moments later he believed he had heard a metal clunking noise on the outer hull of his escape pod just as he completely blacked out, unable to hold out any longer. The escape pod door hissed open, and two ensigns stood back to see a Klingon Warrior, knotted in a very tight ball tumble out onto the ship's shuttle bay floor. He was alive, barely, and drenched with sweat, his strange looking uniform pasted to his body. The two ensigns looked sideways at each other as they paged for medical personnel to hurry into the bay. This day was just getting stranger and stranger. ***************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Here's to little mysteries, and prune juice... Date: Tue, 01 Aug 2000 19:50:09 GMT >Captain Kirk stood looking at his friend Mr. Spock in >the shuttle bay checking out the shuttle they came in >trying to see how they found themselves in the 24th >Century in the middle of nowhere. Captain Kirk was >studying the outer haul damage why Spock was inside >trying to find any logs or navagation equipment. Soon, the two men exchanged their thoughts and Kirk left for the galley and some food, leaving Spock behind to his solitary investigations.. Suddenly, a claxon began to sound and the computer came online, #All personnel clear the flightdeck. Emergency salvage retrieval in progress. Escape pod in tractor beam. Emergency.# With that, the Enterprise first officer knew enough to abandon his scrutiny of his shuttle's hull and move to the safety of the control booth. Something was happening. Soon, the great Cargo bay doors arose and the glowing blue forcefield snicked into place. From the nebulous gases outside, the flight engineer dragged in the mysterious pod via a cargo beam and set it onto the deck. Teams of deck crew cracked open the pod, murmuring, "Hurry. He doesn't have much time." A lone occupant, a Klingon in a gold Starfleet uniform tumbled onto the deck, gasping.. with weakened efforts. Spock could see that.. >The escape pod door had hissed open, and two ensigns stood back to see >a Klingon Warrior, knotted in a very tight ball tumble out onto the ship's >shuttle bay floor. He was alive, barely, and drenched with sweat, his >strange looking uniform pasted to his body. >The two ensigns looked sideways at each other as they paged >for medical personnel to hurry into the bay. Spock took in a momentary start the second he realized who he just saw. He stepped back and let the medical teams move out the overcome Klingon stretcherbound for the sickbay. Then the bay was quiet again, and Spock was left to his thoughts. The flight engineer in the booth just shrugged at the odd rescue that just took place and took it all in stride. He shrugged an "I don't know anything." gesture at Spock and looked away. The Enterprise Vulcan marked the incident in his memory to share with Kirk and turned back to his work examining the evidence supporting his Trelane theory. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- On the bridge, Janeway was in midsentence when Harry spotted a strange object careening inside the slipstream on a collision course with Voyager. "Captain. It's a Federation escape pod. Out of control, towards our position. One lifesign, very weak." Janeway didn't even blink. "Activate a tractor beam and pull it into Cargo bay two. Notify sickbay of the pod occupants' imminent arrival. I'll meet them there. Tuvok, you have the bridge.. Harry? Seven? Guinan? Data? B'Elanna? Anyone else? Feel like a change in scenery? You're all with me." ::Good god.:: she thought.::What next? A supernova?:: And they left for Deck Ten. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Janeway entered sickbay just as the paramedic team deposited their delirious patient onto a biobed. She noted that the distressed being was Klingon, and he was very loud. He fought the medical team, not quite conscious, bellowing at the top of his lungs... He protested the sedating hypospray with a shout...(SEE FIRST SOUND BITE) Then he relaxed, although he remained awake. The captain went to his side as a precautionary restraining field was activated.. She was shocked to see that he had Federation officer rank pips on his collar.. She looked up at the med team, "Did he say who he was? Or where he came from?" Both the ensigns shook their heads. Janeway tapped her combadge and said, "(SEE SECOND SOUND BITE.) " And she attempted to calm him down by speaking quietly and firmly to him. "It's all right. You're on board my ship. A doctor's here to tend to your injuries. Just lie still so we can help you, Lt. Commander...?" Then her combadge went off, >In the dark, red-alert lighting, he straightened his collar and the black >of his uniform, nodded to himself, and walked out of the door. "Chakotay to >the Captain," he called, having tapped the solid metal on his >communicator. "I have had an inspiration..." Kathryn tapped her own in reply =^=Chakotay? I thought you were still off duty.. I have a problem here in sickbay. It appears we have a new temporal visitor on board. We just pulled his escape pod in with a tractor beam. How about coming to sickbay and I can hear what you have to say directly while you and I deal with this big fellow....=^= And Kathryn resigned herself to the very active, long night she had ahead of her. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Chakotay in a trance in front of his medicine bundle. *animated*Image : Chak's wolf animal guide, walking. Image : J B 7 and the EMH in sickbay. Audio : Worf- I protest...I am not a merry man! Audio : (rescinded) J- Bridge to sickbay. Standby for casualties. Substituted J- Janeway to the doctor. We have a medical emergency. Report to sickbay. ******************************************************************** END WEEK TWENTY THREE RECAP 08-02-2K WEEK TWENTY FOUR RECAP 08-02-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ****************************************************** From: "April McGowan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Confusion in sick bay Date: Tue, 01 Aug 2000 14:39:32 PDT Worf struggled against the force field holding him, to no avail. Was he hallucinating again, or had he been rescued? The sick bay was unfamiliar to him, but appeared to definitely be Star Fleet in origin. The apparent Captain, a female was standing over him, asking him to be calm. A part of him found that ridiculous and he would have laughed aloud had it not been for the splitting headache he was currently experiencing. As his body adjusted to the elevated levels of oxygen the bald doctor was pumping into him, his head began to clear and his mind grew more focused. He wasn't dead, and Doctor Bashir was there, trying to get a closer look at him. When their eyes met he saw that Julian clearly recognized him. The Captain addressed him again: >>And she attempted to calm him down by speaking quietly and firmly to him. >>"It's all right. You're on board my ship. A doctor's here to tend to your >>injuries. Just lie still so we can help you, Commander...?"<< "Worf, of Deep Space Nine." His voice rasped. "Where am I?" ***************************************************************************** From: mp@jm-p.com Subject: [voyagerliveaction] "Clash." Date: Tue, 1 Aug 2000 22:47 +0100 (BST) Chakotay's walk to the turbolift was, as he expected, uneventful. He'd heard via the comm from Kathryn that someone had arrived, and despite the fact he knew he was meant to be on duty he had been insistent on trying to use work to recover. Stepping into the turbolift, he saw one gentleman he still wasn't sure about, even though they'd tried to establish a mutual trust after all this time: Thomas Eugene Paris. Tom nodded to him. "Sickbay, Commander? It's already going there. Seems we have a new arrival." Chakotay's cushioned lips formed into a brief glimmer of a smile, despite his best reactions. "You may call him a visitor, but he sounds a little hostile. At a guess you're going to be down there to provide medical treatment, Ensign?" Ensign. Tom still couldn't quite get used to that. "You bet, " he concurred, his cheeky, raspy voice coming into play. "Let me guess, he's manic and dangerous. Just what we need when we have a Borg Cube on our tail." "You may joke about it, Tom, but as far as I'm concerned this is a situation that needs careful attention. I'm sure the Captain isn't finding it funny, either." He admitted to himself that he was being ratty with the man, but he was sure he had license. With all this... disturbance in his head, it was taking him some time to sort things out. "If you can't focus objectively, perhaps it's best if you don't focus at all." "I'm going to do my job, Chakotay." Tom turned, hands-on-hips. "I apologise about frivolity, but I can't say the ship's been fun and games lately. Borg attacks, 8472 coming out of nowhere, and people just dropping out of space like misplaced carrier waves -- we ought to be allowed to laugh somewhere along the line." A pause. Tension was rife in the air, but neither man would stand down. Eventually, the turbolift stopped, and the men walked out, down the corridor, and arrived in the Medical bay. Janeway was there, waiting. The visitor was sedated; Chakotay recognised him immediately. Kathryn saw it plainly evident in his face, and questioned him about it when she'd differentiated it. "Commander Worf," he told her. "I had an old friend in the Maquis -- Ro Laren. She served with him on thee Enterprise under Captain Picard. Said he was a fine officer... what on earth is he doing out here?" "Not a lot," Janeway replied, raspily. "Headed here in a shuttle and kept asking for prune juice. Tom, help the doctor with him." Tom nodded as Kathryn lead her executive officer to a corner. "I believe you have some explaining to do, Chakotay," she informed him. "Call it a midnight inspiration mixed with a bit of intuition. This isn't an ordinary situation with the Borg; someone has challenged their authority from the inside and there's a big rift. The Queen still thinks she has power, but Locutus - Locutus is taking that away, slowly. It's like a civil war among their people." "How on earth did you find out all this? I don't believe it's all a lucky guess, Commander." Chakotay sighed. "I've been connected to the Collective twice, Captain. It's not often I can get anything from that but nightmares, and my vision quests have helped with that. But this time, it's like something has been activated inside me. The Queen is on that cube, and I know that without anyone even telling me about it. I suggest you consider things very strongly before taking sides," he warned her. He cared a lot for Kathryn, and sometimes saw her as a little pigheaded: this time he needed her to listen, though. This time was the most important... perhaps even more than the incident with Seven... ************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] From the cooking pan into the fire... Date: Thu, 03 Aug 2000 04:10:38 GMT >>And she attempted to calm him down by speaking quietly and firmly to >>him."It's all right. You're on board my ship. A doctor's here to tend to >>your injuries. Just lie still so we can help you, Commander...?" >"Worf, of Deep Space Nine." His voice rasped. "Where am I?" Kathryn didn't miss the flash of recognition in Dr. Julian Bashir's eyes and she felt certain that when Dr. Beverly Crusher returned to duty after her night's sleep that she would be surprised as well. Not to mention the Counselor, resting in her quarters peacefully. ::I can't say that I recall you, my fine warrior friend. But I'll make it a point to learn all I can.:: Janeway promised in the privacy of her own thoughts. ::New allies are needed desperately around here. That Borg Queen is a formidable obstacle to our freedom.. She knows how to open and seal that rift to open space. Hence, she is the key to our freedom from this q designed fishbowl. So,.. now we have another MIA in the fold...:: "Commander Worf, is it? I must apologize for the restraining field, you were quite combative coming to." Janeway nodded to the EMH, "Doctor...." she prompted. He nodded in agreement. The holodoc deactivated the field and Worf took a huge breath testing his own condition, sitting up and shaking his ponytailed head. "Commendable action. I was an unknown factor, especially injured." he grumbled. His eyes glinted with approval at the two security guards discreetly watching them from the entrance doorways. The Klingon commander raised his eyebrows significantly once more and waited patiently while the strange captain gathered a datapadd about his capsule from a blond crewman she called, "Tom Paris." Janeway finished conferring then, with Bashir and the holodoc over Worf's progress and she soon returned to his biobed. The Klingon hastily brushed aside the probe the EMH thrust into his face analyzing his facial cuts, "I am not seriously wounded, doctor. This is not necessary." "I beg to differ. You were nearly unconscious from poisonous fumes," the holodoc tiraded. "Another few minutes in that escape pod and I would've been performing an autopsy, not plastic surgery. Hold still." Finally, Worf allowed the treatment, although he didn't make it easy. He kept turning his head, glancing around the unfamiliar ship, noting details and everyone's activity around him. ::Must've been security where he came from. He isn't missing a single detail.:: The captain sighed, "I am Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Starship Voyager. We were reported lost from the Alpha Quadrant six years ago. Commander, you are currently stranded with us in the Delta Quadrant..." Worf's eyes widened fractionally but he said nothing further. Janeway went on, "We found your escape pod tossing around a circular slipstream flowing through this part of space. Perhaps you can shed some light as to how you got into that pod...?" The captain paused to let the information sink in.. "We are currently being held from traveling to the way back to Earth by a q - induced spatial trap known as the Carousel Coordinate." Worf began to growl at the name, q . Janeway held up a hand, "It gets worse.. We have two Borg vessels in our vicinity.. One of them housing an entity known as Locutus.." "Impossible!" Worf shouted. "Jean Luc Picard was restored to humanity a decade ago..." "Not in this time line, Commander.." Janeway stated. Worf's growl grew louder..rumbling low in his chest. Janeway continued, adding more, "The second vessel has the Borg Queen at her core, and she's currently at war with Locutus, who's stolen her Borg Sphere." Worf shifted irritably in his place at the news, Then Janeway told him just how many people where displaced in time with him from out of their lives' paths. Crusher, Kirk, Spock, Data, Jono, Kira, Guinan, Bashir, Barclay, the Intendant.. and then she told him three more... and the big Klingon stiffened a spine, ... "as well as..Ambassador K'Ehleyr, Deanna Troi..and Jadzia Dax..." she stopped,.. "You know those last three?" she asked.. The Commander tightened his mouth into a line and spoke.... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : The EMH looking worried. Image : Tom and Chakotay on the damaged bridge, looking stunned. Image : Seven and Janeway, Tuvok and the EMH crouched, talking. *************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Parts Date: Thu, 03 Aug 2000 08:23:47 SCT Then a stasis chamber set in the wall off to one side began shifting and its metallic door rattled in its housing, interrupting everyone's thoughts.. The EMH exclaimed, "What th--?" "Doctor...?" Janeway began. The holodoc shook his head, showing that he didn't understand what was happening. The two security guards at the main door drew their phasers and covered it with their targetting weapons. "What's in there?" Tom Paris asked, swallowing . "Well,..." the holodoc explained, "Remember when q jerked the ship back away from the spatial rift by creating this slipstream so we wouldn't regain normal space too soon?" Chakotay nodded, indicating that he get on with it. "And when our 8472 guide....was torn away from the ship..?" the doctor prompted. Janeway paled, "Of course, the Speaker's maiming... Chakotay asked you to beam..." The holographic doctor nodded significantly. "...his severed tail into stasis....until he came back for it..." A peach flare filled the medical bay and suddenly, a comm signal crackled on all their commbadges, It was Tuvok, =^=Bridge to sickbay. Captain, it appears the living ship has finished its maturation... It has just engulfed Voyager and is healing it.. It would be logical to assume that the Speaker is nearby.=^= "Thank you, Lt. Commander. I think we know just where he may be... Keep monitoring HOME's progress on the ship's repairs.. Are we still concealed from the Borg Cube inside the slipstream..?" "Yes. HOME's arrival has not been detected." "Good. Keep me posted. Janeway out." The captain's eyes watered as the peach flare seared through every console, every wall, smoothing and mending tears, bulkhead fractures. ::Amazing ability.:: she thought.::Too bad we can't read it on ship's sensors to learn further about it.:: The computer bleeped, #Ship's functions and hull integrity has been fully restored. Warp and impulse engines are online and enabled.# Chakotay didn't right away understand the whole process that was healing his ship, but he grinned anyway. He had been on the Learned Ones planet the first time around and to see it in action live and not as words on a report was truly remarkable. But still, one thing remained unresolved as yet.. The Speaker was still not yet on Voyager.. The stasis chamber door stopped rattling from the inside. All of the peach fire coalesced into a dimension portal and the Speaker stepped one soggy foot onto the deck, which dripped plasma onto the carpeting.. The rest of him soon emerged. ::I's returns to the leaderwoman and Home in the now.. My HOME is ones with I. I's-:: IT collasped to the deck when IT realized that something was wrong.. ::My tailthing! Ahhh!! IT bites!:: the 8472 wailed.. Everyone who knew it ran to the Speaker's side. Janeway and Chakotay knelt down and soon their hands were covered in the green ichor that served as the Speakers' blood as they attempted to help stem the flow. Bashir quickly sealed the hideous stump and did his best to calm the 8472 while the EMH ran to the stasis chamber.. "Quickly! Mr. Paris! I need your help here. " The EMH punched in the code to release the chamber door and the bluish light faded away.. The Speaker's tail squirmed there as if seeking its owner's presence.. He grabbed it gently and drew it out.."Don't worry, Mr. Paris. It's all just reflexive muscle contractions.. It can't hurt you.." Bashir looked up, "I've got the hemorrhaging under control here but we've got to get IT under surgical anesthesia before we begin. But how? I've no clue what's needed for that.." "We'll have to improvise.." the EMH stated. The other crewman and bridge officers stepped back to give the doctors and Tom Paris room to work.. "We'll have to operate right where he is.. The Speaker's too big to fit on a biobed." He rapidly secured a sterile field around the 8472's lower torso, and prepared the site..."I'm going to need all the help I can get if we are to successfully reattach this limb to the Speaker.. Mr. Paris, Dr. Bashir.. you are going to assist me.. Would someone be so kind as to awaken Dr. Crusher..We'll need her as well in the procedure." The hologram laid the tail onto a silver sheet and placed it into a smaller stasis field to keep it viable. Chakotay, the captain, B'Elana, Worf, and the others drew back respectfully to watch the surgery. ::I's know not!! The Othermind, "q" did this to I's? Whys? The circular way-to-go carried Home aways from the Black and Stars.. Freedom is taken! Whys? Ahhh!:: "Easy.." the holodoc ordered, "Hold still. You're losing too much blood to move around like that. The sooner we can get started, the sooner you heals.. Got that? Now,.. try to slip into that stupor you went through when you were connected to HOME's cradle point when it was born. You seemed insensate enough then on the bridge.. Maybe now, the same state will control your pain and keep you from suffering shock. " The Speaker sent out an affirmation through the minds it touched.. ::I's will try...:: and IT lay still, falling into trance. Spot shot through the double doors and into Worf's arms crying piteously. He knew full well that the Speaker was injured through the meld, but the scent of blood made his own instinct move to fear and he buried his feline head into Worf's chest.. ::Oh boy.:: thought Tom Paris ::I'm going to be a surgeon to an 8472. I didn't count on that when I went through medic training.:: He knelt to work. ---------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : The living ship, HOME. (Gomtuu from STTNG'S Tinman) Image : The 8472 Speaker. Image : Tom Paris closeup. *************************************************************** From: Naomi Gothe Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Kirk's thoughts Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2000 06:45:13 -0700 (PDT) Captain Kirk sat at a table in the far right corner of the mess hall observing the room. He keep on thinking what he can do to help with this mission. His thoughts keep on going back to Trelane and the two Qs. How the two races seem so much alike. Could Trelane be one of these Qs? It could be a possibility. Kirk's instincts are telling him that these Qs are just using all of these people in their big game of control. They think of themselves as gods like Trelane. Trelane had a lot smaller stage but, Trelane was only a child. He wondered when he was going meet one of these Qs and why did they take him from his time. He was over 200 years behind the rest of these people. He knew of nothing of the technology or even some of the new starfleet regulations. He was a man of action not a man of rules and regulations. If his crew was in danger he would be ready to fight, to die for every single one of this crewmen. But, why him? He being a young man felt so old and so in the way. What could he bring to this mission? Maybe he should call out to one of these Qs himself and get some answers. Suddenly, he felt someone's hand on his shoulder and he jumped a bit. He looked up to only see Spock with a curious look on his on face. ********************************************************** From: "April McGowan" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] From the cooking pan into the fire... Date: Thu, 03 Aug 2000 16:14:08 PDT >Worf shifted irritably in his place at the news, Then Janeway >told him just how many people where displaced in time with >him from out of their lives' paths. Crusher, Kirk, Spock, > Data, Jono, Kira, Guinan, Bashir, Barclay....and then she >told him three more... and the big Klingon stiffened a spine,... >"as well as..Ambassador K'Ehleyr, Deanna Troi..and Jadzia > Dax..." she stopped,.. "You know those last three?" she >asked.. She could clearly see the surprise in his eyes, and a flash of what she interpreted as pain. >The Commander tightened his mouth into a line and spoke.... "Yes, Captian. Two of them are no longer living in my time line." She could see he was extrememly disturbed, despite the cool countinance plastered on his face. Before he could continue, Bashir joined in as he continued the ministrations of the EMH. "This could get interesting for my Warrior friend, Captian." He looked sideways at Janeway and then back to Worf. "You may want to suggest how he proceed, considering we want everyone in as decent mental condition as we can get them when we engage the Borg." "What are you saying, Doctor?" She sensed there was a lot more to this picture than either of them were letting her in on. Bashir pulled Janeway aside, out of ear shot of Worf. "Lets just say, he was mated to at least two of them. And the other, well, their parting was less than amicable at the time, although I think they've cleared that up." Her eyebrows rose, visibly surprised. "Quite a coincedence isnt that doctor? Everyone on board seems to have some kind of unfinished business." She walked back to Worf, carefully considering her options. "Well, Commander, it seems you may want to walk carefully for the next few days." Her brows knitted together as she continued, "May I make a suggestion?" He frowned at her. If finding out the Picard was still under Borg control wasn't enough, he was also going to have to face his first and last two loves, probably together. Never mind having Troi popping in at the most inconvient times to ask him to analyze how he was feeling every ten seconds. Suggestion? He'd love one. He answered her, frustration clearly sounding in his voice. "WHAT?" he demanded. Janeway took a deep breath and said...... ****************************************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] I know better Date: Thu, 03 Aug 2000 23:25:48 GMT The soap tasted icky. I had tried to tell mommy about Auntie Kathy being dead for a while and then the flying man who wanted to be eaten, but she got mad. And replicated it for telling fibs. Mommy said that she had given a report to captain Janeway herself in the morning and she was o.k. , so how could she have been dead last night? I just got out of there. I went with Flotter to the holoroom and got into my storybook, Barkman Meets Flotter and I laughed when they started to fight and push each other in the mud. It was so funny. Then the lights turned strange and my book went away. It was all orange and the walls and floor glowed. It was happening again! I ran into the hallway and snuck onto a lift to go to the bridge. They would know what happened. It couldnt have been a bad thing because all the fixing people were putting their tools away and smiling. But I wanted to see for me. So, there I was on the bridge. Pointy ears was in Auntie Kathy's chair and he was talking to her over the speakers. He said about some royal one, a queen and then Auntie Kathy told him to stay hiding. I was spotted so I pretended that I had a report padd to give to the science man so I went over there by him. I saw that all the broken things on our ship was fixed! The screen he had up showed me that.. That orange light fixed Voyager! So that meant that the purple monster speeker was here to. I wonderd where he was. So I asked the man where Spot was. And that it was my turn to feed him today. I was sneeky. Where Spot was probly meant the purple monster was to. The science man told me Spot was in sickbay and to go there and would I please take the report to the captain? I was the captain's assistnt. So I took it and nodded yes. So I went there. As soon as I was near the door, Auntie Kathy and Chakotay came out of sickbay. I tried to duck but they saw me. Hi. ah, I was just looking for you. The science man on the bridge told me to give you this I didnt read it. Auntie Kathy tilted her head and I said, well not much anyway. Then I saw that she and Chakotay were covered in green stuff that smelled funny. Are you two ok? Chakotay knelt by me and said We're fine Naomi. We just need to wash a bit. But I knew better. I saw the same color stuff still on the carpet on the bridge that wasnt there a few days ago and it was right in the place the purple monster had disapered. So I said, Dont worry. I know. He's back cause hes hurt and you both helped the hollow doc get him better. Thats why you are all sticky and I was trying not to laugh. Then 7 came outside by us. Naomi Wildman, she said. So I went over to her and said, now I guess you are going to take me somewhere so I wont learn anything about what is happening around here. Auntie Kathy and Chakotay looked surprised as if it were a new thing. Ha! I cant believe grownups at all. why do they keep things from me? I can always figure it out. I am ten. Then they told me to go to the readyroom and wait for them. But they had to get clean first. Auntie Kathy made me a promise that she would tell me what was going on right away just like she would do for any grownup crew becaus I should know. So I told them aye and i followed theyre orders. Now I can find out the truth! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Naomi Wildman holding Flotter. Image : Holocharacters Flotter and Barkman from Naomi's fairy tale programs. *************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: All your Eggs in One Basket RESUBMITTED Date: Fri, 04 Aug 2000 05:05:57 GMT Everyone held their breath. (Everyone who could breathe, that is..) "Why is everyone looking at me?" the EMH complained, "My program simulates breathing." Dr. Bashir activated a neural stimulator in a very carefully chosen area on the 8472 tail. It twitched. "It's alive!" shouted Paris. "Very funny, Lt." the EMH scoffed sarcastically. "Now if you don't mind, I'll let you scrub the carpeting. Normal post op protocol for a medic, wouldn't you say?" Tom looked for the captain or the first officer to bail him out but they had already strategically retreated. Tom grimaced and began his work. You could just make out how pleased he was, "Eeeeyuck..." ------------------------------------------------------------- Short while later, the weary doctor/surgeons, plus one anxiety ridden Klingon and one fully healed 8472 were relaxing in the galley. The Speaker past the time playing with its small life thing , Spot. Two of the three doctors were sharing their latest medical triumph with Barclay. Bashir's eyes widened, "You could hear it pounding on the door." The EMH expounded the tale, "Yes, you could. Quite force- fully. About 120 decibels volume.." Barclay's face changed to a faint green tint. "..Yes, and it was about that color, too.." Bashir added, enjoying his iced Raktajino while Reg tried to sip a relaxing cup of Earl Grey. They each observed their Mr. Worf as he attempted to consume a mug of prune juice half speed. The Klingon glared at the hologram doctor and stated, "A warrior's drink.." "I'm sure," the holodoc ventured, "...that it is the one drink that'll keep you going." At hearing that, Barclay spat out what little remained of his Earl Grey from a pre-swallow move. Reg hastily mopped it up with a napkin, "S-Sorry. " laughing nauseatedly. Aside, Dr. Bashir said to Worf, "Is there anything wrong, Commander? I've wondered why you've stayed away from the bridge since you've been returned to health. I'm sure that once the Delta Flier has been located, Jadzia would like to see you." Worf's face contorted with conflicting emotions. ::K'Ehleyr and Jadzia.. both alive? And now I hear Deanna is on board this very starship.. Whatever happens when we all finally meet I know this: the Targ Poo-doo is going to hit the fan...:: ----------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : the EMH looks up at the Speaker now healed... *********************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Out of the mouth of "Babes" Date: Fri, 04 Aug 2000 04:29:42 GMT There were always times when Kathryn felt like she had put her foot in her eloquently Starfleet trained mouth; that sort of, snuck up unawares... And this time, facing a full grown injured Klingon, was one of them. Except the "foot" wasn't just in her mouth. It was in it up to the ankle! ::What had I been thinking?!:: Captain Janeway admonished herself, ::Talking to an absolute stranger about how he can deal with his.. his.. his.. significant... dead wives?:: She planted her hands on her hips, and swallowed, "Well, Mr. Worf, .. honestly?...You're...just going to have to... deep space yourself out the nearest airlock." she said quickly standing and was saved by the bell when the Speaker's tail chose right at that moment to reanimate and rattle the stasis chamber door as well as all of their nerves.. ::Fate can be kind sometimes...:: she sighed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- It was later. Janeway and Chakotay had long since left the gruesome surgery on the 8472 in the doctors' capable hands. Now, Chakotay and the captain faced a truly daunting obstacle; a very determined crewman who sat up very tall in her chair....and whose feet barely reached the carpeting... Naomi Wildman's face matched Flotter's with straight lines as she waited for the ENTIRE truth to unfold from the "grown-ups", "Naomi Wildman, reporting as ordered, Captain.." ::Oh boy.:: Kathryn thought, putting a desktop terminal in front of her for security's sake. She glanced up at Chakotay with a here-goes-nothing look..::Now.:: she chided herself, ::Can I gloss things over in a way all three of us will be happy with? I know.....:: "Miss Wildman." "Yes, Aunti-- Yessir." the child snapped off dutifully. "Yes,.. well..." Kathryn sighed as she fought to keep a straight face by not acknowledging Chakotay's growing grin.. "One of my duties as your captain is to keep you informed of ship goings on..... and to do that,.. I am turning the floor over to Commander Chakotay here to carry on while I FINISH my report for tommorrow's briefing,... Chakotay?.. Take over.." and with that, Janeway cleared her throat dangerously.. Chakotay was taken aback. And his face promptly fell. "Kathryn.. I " The captain held up a hand and indicated that he proceed as ordered with a half grin, "Captain's perogative, Commander.. proceed.." and her expression rapidly digressed to one of rather firm authority... The first officer mumbled to her aside the back of one hand, "Gallus domesticus..." Naomi understood immediately, "Auntie Kathy is NOT being chicken... She's ...del-egating.." Janeway smiled hugely and aside to her own hand, "Oh. Didn't I tell you.. Naomi's the latin champion ship wide, three months running. Auntie Kathy's been her favorite coach, now hasn't she?.. yes." she murmured, smooching the top of her head. Sinking into her chair, she boosted Naomi up onto one of her knees to show her the log unfolding so neatly on her computer screen as she typed... "So, Commander... what can you tell me about our ship's current situation?" the child said eagerly.. "and don't leave out anything.. I have to make a detailed report to the captain. I am her assistant, you know." Chakotay angled his jaw, realizing that he had no lower ranking officer to whom to delegate this task.. ::Slick, Kathryn. Wait'll our next vision quest. Then you'll see the true meaning of challenge...:: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Naomi and Janeway sharing the same desktop computer. Image : Chakotay, wearing a very cornered expression. **************************************************************** From: "Fran Catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A Time for Action Date: Mon, 07 Aug 2000 06:26:59 -0000 Events from the past few weeks were making B'Elanna's head spin. ::What in the world is going on?:: she mused. A Carousel Coordinate, 2 Qs, people from various parts of the Alpha Quadrant popping in with no explanation; especially her old friend, K'Ehylar, who ended up working with Q. It just made no sense to B'Elanna's scientific mind. Stroding down the corridor to her quarters, she nearly bumped into two crewmen, so deep in thought she was. They just glanced at her. The Chief Engineer's moodiness was quite a common sight throughout Voyager. Not too many people dared to interrupt her. Entering her quarters, B'Elanna glanced around. Her eyes rested on a candle off to the side. It was a meditation candle that Tuvok had given her, when he started to teach her to focus a couple years ago. "Computer, minimal lighting." #acknowledged# came the reply. She went over to the table and lit the candle. Sitting down on the floor, she crossed her legs and stared toward the candle. She took deep breaths. Even in her aggravated state, the exercises Tuvok had given her were beginning to have the desired effects. ::We need to get out of here. We don't need to be caught in a Borg civil war. We just need to get out of all of this and head back home.:: All of these thoughts were racing through Torres' mind. >From what she heard from the Captain and Seven, the Queen's ship had to be the key. Maybe they could use the cube's gravity field as a "slingshot" out of the coordinate. Once clear of the coordinate, their "guests" would be sent back to their respective timelines. Feeling refreshed, B'Elanna blew out the candle and stood up. She knew it was time for action. Hitting her comm badge, she made a decision. =^=Torres to Captain Janeway=^= =^=Go ahead, Lietenant=^= came the response. =^=Have the senior officers meet me in the briefing room in one hour.=^= =^=Is there a problem, B'Elanna?=^= =^=Negative. I just think it's time we give this q a taste of his own medicine.=^= ********************************************************************** END WEEK TWENTY FOUR RECAP WEEK TWENTY FIVE RECAP 08-08-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ********************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: - Meeting of Minds.. Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2000 11:11:06 GMT Hitting her comm badge, she made a decision. =^=Torres to Captain Janeway=^= =^=Go ahead, Lieutenant.=^= came the response. =^=Have the senior officers meet me in the briefing room in one hour.=^= =^=Is there a problem, B'Elanna?=^= =^=Negative. I just think it's time we give this q a taste of his own medicine.=^= Janeway smiled at her engineer's fiery enthusiasm. She wasn't the only one who wanted even retribution on that meddling deathwish q. It was he who almost killed Guinan by his using her as a lure for Thanatos. Janeway herself had him to thank for ripping open the psychological wound she thought she had buried long ago with her first near death Harbringer encounter. =^=Understood, B'Elanna. I'll schedule a briefing for one hour from now as you've requested. I'm interested in what you have to offer.. Janeway out.=^= Kathryn smirked at Chakotay, slowly shaking her head in mild amusement and tousling Naomi's hair affectionately at the same time. She glanced up at her first officer. "Looks like you've just been saved by the bell, Commander. Just as I was with Worf in sickbay. Naomi, how about sitting in on a live ship's officer's briefing. I think you'll get all the answers you seek just by listening in on us. I'll contact your mother to clear your o.k. to be there, sound like a deal?" Naomi Wildman nodded her head, taking the new plan in stride. It was all the same to her. She was going to satisfy her right to know and that was all that mattered for the moment. She slid off of Captain Janeway's lap to leave the readyroom to go to the briefing room on the opposite side of the bridge, to be first before anyone else, of course. Kathryn stopped her, "Oh, Naomi.." she smiled, "Thanks for the framed snapshot of us you left in sickbay. It made me feel a lot better while I was waking up knowing that you were thinking of me. I had your blanket sent back home to your room so it'll be there when you go to sleep tonight." Naomi beamed, then shrugged, and said seriously. "What are friends for? See you at the briefing." She nodded at Chakotay in farewell, "Commander." Then the Wildman child skipped through the bulkheads, leaving Janeway and Chakotay alone with their reflections. The captain set her face on a hand. "God, I love that little girl to death." Janeway sighed, " That wonderful, inquistive young lady makes everything seem,.... all right,.. no matter how bad things actually are, every.. single.. time." Chakotay nodded in agreement, folding his arms across his chest. ::Quite the captain's assistant.:: he summed up wtihout words. None were necessary. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the briefing room, the captain waited for all the crew from the bridge to assemble into their places. Everyone was present, even all the temporal visitors to the ship, Data, Kira, the Prefect, Guinan, Kirk, Spock, Jono, Troi, Spot, the Speaker, Bashir, Barclay, Crusher, the Intendant, and now the effusive Commander Worf. Naomi, Tom, Chakotay, Seven and B'Elanna, Tuvok, and B'Elanna held the part of the table nearest the vid screens. Tabletop terminals were on and showing Voyager's position relative to the Borg Cube and estimated position of the Borg Sphere within the Carousel Coordinate they knew so far. The EMH stood at one end of the room wearing his mobile emitter, ready to be the medical department head for B'Elanna should she need information from him. B'Elanna was still gathering her datapadd notes so Janeway found herself lost in thought. The hour had passed all too quickly. There was no change in either the Cube's position or any new developments with Locutus's Sphere's whereabouts either. Even the Speaker's HOME could not trace the Sphere's signature. One good thing had occurred, Tom had managed to free Voyager from q's slipstream without jarring the subspace Q devices present in the cargo bay. Fully repaired and at full strength, the starship hung inside a thick nebula, hiding from both Borg vessels. It made sense that any confrontation should be avoided at all costs. q wasn't even an issue. He was omnipotent. If he wanted to return to Voyager, he could, at will. As for Q, he'd be around depending on how much Q power he managed to scrape together while the rift was still being held open by the Cube. The Queen had cast about half inside and half outside the Coordinate for q a few hours earlier. No doubt the unstable Dax and Ambassador K'Ehleyr were still with Q, fullfilling their own plans and wishes. Janeway surveyed everyone's faces and she was vaguely disturbed by the Prefect's stance. He was withdrawn and not at all responsive to the people's activity around him. He just stared into space without blinking or moving much at all. Spot endlessly circled the scientist's legs hoping for a glimmer of attention from him but the tabby went unrewarded. Janeway's thoughts were black. ::How would I feel if I found out my whole world was assimilated by the Borg? How could I even begin to imagine his pain. I wish we could help him cope better. But I haven't the time. Maybe the counselor could help him with the doctors after the briefing....:: The Voyager captain held up a hand and toggled a switch on her datapadd, activating its notetaking program. A silence fell in the meeting room.. Then she spoke. "B'Elanna Torres, as some of you may not know yet, is my chief engineer. She has requested this briefing of all of us so we can begin to discuss ways for us to take control of our own situation as we know it. So now is an open forum. Any idea about how we can escape this trap and deal with the Borg and both Q are welcome from any quarter, from Voyager crew or temporal visitor alike. I am not stating anything far out of the obvious here. We are all on the same starship, sharing the same fate so it's only fair that we share everyone's input equally. Any option we discuss will be voted upon after being considered most carefully by all. I will honor majority consensus only as long as it doesn't endanger this ship and crew. So everyone, listen up. I've been informed that B'Elanna Torres has a few options of her own....." B'Elanna stood in front of the main display terminal and began, .. --------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : The briefing room filled with the bridge crew. Image : B'Elanna addressing Chakotay with the red alert bar glowing behind her. **************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Way to Honor Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2000 18:50:12 GMT Janeway was about to hear her engineer speak when the Prefect suddenly shot up from his briefing room chair and out of the room. Before anyone could react, the morose scientist ignored their queries and questions. He left in a hurry. _________________________________________ The Prefect could no longer hide his pain. The Learned One's mind was in a turmoil.::Must get away.. My people? Dead? Why am I still alive?:: He ran down the hallway, heading to one place he remembered from his tour of this alien starship. He didn't even bother to apologize to the crewman he bumped into in his haste to get there. He came to engineering and the soothing blue thrum of the warp core stack. Surprisingly, no one did more than just smile at him and nod politely as he went over to the core rail and sagged against it. ::My world.. My life.. Gone.:: He felt he was ready. >From his textured tunic he drew out a curious device. It looked innocent enough. Much like a watch, only this one glowed. He hit his own combadge to the readyroom he had just left and spoke. =^=My fellow beings. I..wanted to thank you for all of your hospitality and generosity you've shown me since.. since.. our present difficulties. I... just wanted to let you all know this so as to not be alarmed by my recent mindset." He broke off and adopted a ritualistic tone.. "My life and my honor are the shell which binds my Way.. True is the one path to enlightment which all must go..=^= A young ensign near him glanced up in horror. She was Deltan and very empathetic and knew immediately what was happening.. She lunged forward, grabbing the Prefect's arm and preventing him from touching the "watch" to his face.. She shouted into the ambassador's open com badge.. "Captain!! He means to find the way to his honor.. Stop him!!" Everyone in the meeting room reacted with horror, transfixed by the voices over the comm. Kathryn felt a wash of cold dread sweep over her entire body..::What th-?:: =^=Janeway to security. Stop the Prefect. He's in main engineering!=^= The Deltan ensign was swept aside by the Prefect with a strength that belied his age and he gave a wail of pain.. The gecko scientist touched his face. The "watch" device pulsed once and the Deltan woman could only stand back biting down her nausea. The Prefect had chosen the Way of Honor of his people,the way to his own death..... The Prefect disappeared in a blue fire of disintegration.. _______________________________________________________________ (attachments) Image : The Prefect in closeup in a blue tunic. Image : The Prefect dying by his own hand with a disintegration device. ************************************************************************* From: "Cat Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Guises of the Mind Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2000 21:59:57 -0500 TANDEM POST with Cat (cat@beltran.nu) and Elena (elena@beltran.nu) , WITH permission of April (teal1969@hotmail.com) Far away from the current predicament of the Federation ship known as Voyager, one being practically shone with excitement. "Oh goody! An old friend has come to play! Girls, you're definitely going to like this." The two women, though slightly bristling at being called "girls", came over to see what he was talking about. Both smiled. This could prove to be quite advantageous. ********** They waited until they knew they could have his full attention. "Worf..." The voice sounded in his head as soft as a whisper, but caught his full attention as he recognized it instantly. *But how was that possible?* "Worf..." a second voice called, just as clearly as the first. Again, he knew it immediately. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, trying to clear his mind of any distractions. When he opened them, two women stood before him. Both were women he had been lucky enough to call his wives, both were dead in his own time and space. He had been told they were here, but to see them... "Worf," Jadzia began. It didn't matter that her outward appearance had changed, her hair now much more closely cropped than it had been before. It was his wife. "We need you to listen carefully, " she continued. "We are trapped here, just like you. Just like everyone on this ship, " K'Ehleyr spoke. "There's just one major difference - where we come from, we're dead." She watched as pain flitted through his eyes, then he focused once more. "I read the Federation logs, I remember the deathblow I received from that coward Duras..." "Just like I remember my own death, just like you have to remember where and how you were before you were transported here," Dax added. With Q's help, they knew exactly how he arrived, and how close to his own death he must have been. If anyone could understand their predicament, he could. It also didn't hurt that they had those deep down emotional ties that no one else in the universe could have with the man before them. "This is what we need your help with," K'Ehleyr told him. She did not bother to hide the urgency in her voice, which was rare enough for the Klingon hybrid. As if taking turns, Dax spoke next. "Voyager wants to get out of this time trap, this 'Carousal Coordinate' as they call it. We can't let that happen, at least not to us." "B'Ellana's a clever one, she already has some ideas on how to get out of here. The only problem is, they involve taking us with." K'Ehleyr raised an eyebrow. Not that she could blame her old friend, all she was trying to do was help, but she had no idea what damage she would do if she succeeded. "Think about it, Worf," Dax tried. "If she succeeds, we all go back to our very own timelines. Back to exactly where we were taken from. Back to where we died. Back to that pod you were in, drifting hopelessly in space." Her voice suddenly turned from pleading to deathly serious. "We can't let that happen." "Why do you think we seperated ourselves from the ship to start with? Why do you think we went down to that planet? It certainly wasn't for the sights," his first wife added wryly. "Why do you think we would be willing to work with Q in the first place?" Dax asked. "We have information he needs to get out of here. He has the means to save our lives. He promised that we will live, one way or another. If we cannot survive in our own time, we can survive here." "He's weak now, and not sure if he could save us if he gets back, but is willing to try if we help him. If he leaves us here, he can come back for us when he is stronger and save us then. At full strength, he has the ability to do so, no matter when or where we are - by then he would know the secret of this place and would be able to come and go as he pleases." "And you believe him?" Worf asked, understandably skeptical. "We have to. We have no other options," both of his wives answered at once. "It's up to you to decide what you want to do," Dax told him. "We just wanted you to know why we were doing what we were doing. We would like it if you could help us, but understand if your honor deems you cannot." With that, the two women seemed to fade away. In an instant, everything was exactly as it was before they appeared. And, from the looks of it, absolutely no time had passed where he was. ********** "Well, did your little pleas pull at his heartstrings?" the once omnipotent being asked. Both women sat down with a sigh. "We don't know. It's up to him now - what he does next is out of our hands," K'Ehleyr answered. *************************************************************** From: "Fran Catrair" Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Way to Honor Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2000 23:22:45 CDT >The Prefect had chosen the Way of Honor of his people,the way >to his own death..... > >The Prefect disappeared in a blue fire of disintegration.. >_______________________________________________________________________ Back in the briefing room, everyone appeared stunned. Things had happened so quickly. Torres hit her badge. =^= Is everything all right down there, Ensign? =^= She asked. =^= Fine, Lieutenant. =^= The Deltan answered. =^= Run a full diagnostic. I want to be sure that this Prefect didn't damage any of our systems. Report back to me as soon as you are finished.=^= =^= Acknowledged, Lieutenant.=^= The Deltan replied. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Turning back and looking at the Captain, she said; "Permission to continue?" Before Janeway could respond, B'Elanna heard a sound behind her; like someone clearing their throat. She asked, "Does someone have something to say?" A male voice replied, "A man just died. Shouldn't we do something for him?" "What's there to do?" she replied. "The man is dead. We have important business to take care of." The voice continued, "I don't believe this. Don't you feel sorry for him? A man just died. Show some respect!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- B'Elanna whirled around. She was facing a young ensign who was observing the proceedings. "You are out of line, ensign!" She flared, advancing slowly to him, and stopped about a foot away, eyes flashing and voice full of anger. "Sorry for him? Yes, I feel sorry for him. His race was assimilated by the Borg. He was the last free one of his kind. But, he killed himself. He could have carried on for his race and lived with honor. Instead, he chose the cowardly way. His family and his race have been shamed today, because of this cowardice. Instead of being remembered as the fine race they were, they will be remembered for this act of dishonor. And, he could have taken all of us with him. Think! He was in MAIN ENGINEERING! We have no idea what this device was. If something had malfunctioned, we could have all been killed. So, don't you DARE ask me to respect him!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The ensign backed away and looked at her in shock. B'Elanna continued looking at him, pinning him with a stare. Finally, she turned back and surveyed the rest of the room. Everyone seemed stunned by her outburst. She ventured a meaningful glance at Commander Worf, but he seemed strangely pre-occupied. He was just staring off into the distance, looking like he had not heard anything. Finally, she looked at the Captain, her anger slowly cooling. "Like I said before, Permission to continue?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : B'Elanna scanning with a tricorder with a blue background. Image : B'Elanna all business over a datapadd. *************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Here's to Roses and Soft Noses.. :) Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2000 16:39:03 GMT >We have no idea what this device was. If something had malfunctioned, we >could have all been killed. So, don't you DARE ask me to respect him!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- >The ensign backed away and looked at her in shock. B'Elanna continued >looking at him, pinning him with a stare. Finally, she turned back and >surveyed the rest of the room. Everyone seemed stunned by her outburst. >She ventured a meaningful glance at Commander Worf, but he seemed > strangely pre-occupied. He was just staring off into the distance, > looking like he had not heard anything. Finally, she looked at the Captain, >her anger slowly cooling. "Like I said before, Permission to continue?" "Uh," Janeway said quietly, rubbing her forehead just so she'd have something to do. "...In a bit. Your investigation of Engineering is right on the money.. and warranted." ::Lord knows I certainly missed the boat big time here. I didn't see that suicide coming. The Learned Ones, a first contact triumph? I don't think so. I never thought I'd be a witness to their destruction down to the last individual.:: The empty hole that usually came with a death gnawed into being like the parasite it was in the pit of her stomach. Kathryn swallowed with dry lips. "And,.B'Elanna, .. a higher level diagnostic may be useful in your precautionary scans of engineering. Tell your crews over the commline to perform a level 3 on every system down to the last pico. I don't want any unexpected complications due to some....unknown radiation gradient cropping up the second we decide to go to impulse. See if they can trace the energy signature that was used in.. in ...his... demise." The captain was inwardly surprised by her reluctance to accept the fact that a guest on her ship had actually been fatally depressed without her being aware of it. ::Come on, Kathryn.:: she thought.::Where's your edge? You're going to need it:: Even B'Elanna's passionate reaction to the ensign failed to invoke the usual curbing element in Kathryn that she usually gave way to at times when her officer's Klingon anger flared brightly. Janeway sat back in her seat, not really feeling very together, and then,..she began "acting".. ::So goes the underlying fabric taught of every command grade cadet since Christopher Pike introduced the trick to the deans over a century ago. Bail me out again once more, oh, rear saving talent, .......please.:: she begged of herself. Kathryn adopted an air of serious confidence and her face schooled into a look of neutrality. She noticed the rest of the ranking officers doing the same, Tom Paris,..Chakotay, Kirk, Spock. Soon, her inner mind began to accept her carefully crafted posture and expression as real. Outwardly, Kathryn appeared to "snap" out of it. She looked around the room with an authoritative eye to see how the others were reacting to the moment's hideous event. People were varying shades of shock, sadness, denial and, like B'Elanna, some anger at the scientist's thoughtless act of suiciding with an unknown energy weapon so near the warp core. ::Too wide spread a turmoil for now. I should give them all time to get a grip on things.:: She then noticed Worf, who was now standing,.. and mumbling to himself.. his eyes unfocused on one wall. "Commander Worf.." Janeway called yet again.The big Klingon immediately turned his head toward her in acknowledgement, his expression carefully nonplussed. He raised an eyebrow. "You o.k.?" the captain asked.. gesturing broadly. Worf simply angled his head in affirmation and picked up his briefing datapadd and began scanning it.. Janeway thought about what she had seen in him.. A certain mental preoccupation... almost as if... as if, he were "talking" to someone in his head.. Kathryn remembered how she had felt, and probably looked, of herself not too long ago in the distant past doing just the same thing with... "Q..." she growled.. ::I was snagged in that same way. But... whatever Worf is encountering right now, Q or otherwise, its something that will come to a head at one point or another without my having to worry it out into the open.:: Janeway didn't pry further of the Commander. What good would it do? Q could do anything he wanted with anything and everybody under her command anytime he wished.. ::And there's not a damned thing I can do about it.:: the captain frowned. She returned Worf's questioning eye, "Never mind Commander. Carry on." She turned to B'Elanna. "Lt. Torres. I'd like a break of a half an hour for all of us to get back on track emotionally, as well as physically. It's been twelve hours since some of us ate last. Agreed?" The engineer nodded, only partially impatient at the change. She had seen the necessity of such a recess. "Good. Everyone, we'll re-convene back here at 0810." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Kathryn made her way onto the holodeck armed with a mug of Jamaican Dark coffee. ::The REAL stuff this time.:: she chuckled. She was in search of some saavy advice from a particularly wise individual available in the "officer's eyes only" programming package. Every Starfleet vessel's holo imaging network contained this man's persona even though the man himself was still active and among the living on Earth. This advisory persona was connected to the ship's logs and was kept up to date on ship goings on right down to the most minute sensor's detail. ::He'll add a few aspects I haven't considered yet.:: Kathryn anticipated. "Computer." she queried. The interface in the room bleeped. "Access San Francisco Academy Gardens Pi One. Implement consolidation and tie into all Voyager's computer databases: internal and external sensor's, sickbay systems, engineering, and tactical displays." #Described interface is now complete.# it said. "Computer: Run program." The captain felt more than just a surge of expectancy. This was the first time she'd ever used the confidante program since she had taken over Voyager's command. Around Janeway, the black grid assumed the typical lush, sunny grounds of Starfleet Academy. But she was oriented about five hundred yards away from the main building in a bed of roses neatly skirted by a pristine pond. A figure in a simple biege overall replete with a straw hat materialized in front of her, tending the roses. He straightened seeing that he was no longer alone. Janeway saw with a shock that this man came barely up to her own shoulder in height.::I never knew.:: she wondered. She stepped forward, addressing the man,*SEE SOUND BITE** "You know full well I know where we are and how we are doing presently.." he snapped. Then he bowed. And the revered caretaker stooped and plucked an apricot bloom, presenting it to Janeway in a show of stiff gallantry.. then pointing to the bloom in the captain's hands. "I asked the officer that spoke to me last time to rig an automatic transport to target this rose bush that's usually planted in the corner of your hydroponics bay to me whenever I activate. I KNOW she gets neglected. No offense, Captain Janeway. They ALL do, on every last d*mn Starfleet vessel dumb enough to try and carry a garden with them into outer space. Don't you know they do best only under a star's light? " he gesticated wildly. He grumbled, "At any rate, I'm scheduled to first appear with flowers. I might as well have the satisfaction of knowing they're real... " He tipped his hat and wiped off holographic sweat off his forehead. "Besides, now you can take that rose with you back to that.. that that briefing of Torres's in eighteen minutes." Janeway smiled at the incongruencies of Boothby's computer program's time accuracy and his humanlike qualities. "Thankyou for this. It's lovely." the captain said inhaling the bloom's delicate perfume. "Oooo is that coffee? Can I have some?" He snatched the mug out of Janeway's other hand. "Careful. It's real.." she warned.. "All the better.. You don't know how long it's been since I've tasted Jamaican coffee. " He drained Janeway's cup completely. "Ahhh... Bitter. I still don't like it. " Boothby scoffed, tossing the empty mug into the air where a transporter field whisked it away. "I just sent that to commissary to be washed. You like that mug on your ready room table on the left side, right? " He caught the barest positive sign from Janeway. "Right. I'll return it there. Now,... what did you come here for? I know it just wasn't because you needed a little floral pick-me-up." " Kathryn's relaxed smile faded just a little. "I need you to help me." she shrugged. "I want to have you as an active advisor to our progress while we seek escape out of this Carousel Coordinate. I can have my engineer work with you to create a mobile emitter much like our EMH carries with him." "It won't work." he summed up. "Why not?" Janeway countered. "My ambulatory subroutines have been eradicated to allow for my enhanced personality and cognitive files. I can only be seen on any terminal's visual viewer. I'll do this for you. I'll be there on any terminal near where you command crew are at somewhere in the room. I won't intrude on proceedings unless asked,.. something I am much more adept at than your EMH." "Fair enough." Janeway said. Boothby chuckled, "My designers decided that being a better counselor/advisor was more important than following starship commanders around like a puppy dog. By the way? Do you miss Molly? I wrote a holoprogram of her for you if you'd like it. Complete with every aspect of her characteristics. She can be independently mobile, like our good doctor program. I can send her to loaf around the ship if you like. Your crew needs cheering Janeway. Haven't you seen the increase in synthehol usage? And one fellow has drunk nearly one third of all Voyager's prune juice reserves.." Janeway's smile broadened at the idea..then half frowned in consternation. "Mr. Boothby..!" He threw up his hands in defense. "I see all.... Come on." he badgered, "I worked hard on that canine matrix just waiting for you to finally access me so I could give you this captain's perk.. I've taught Molly how to fetch..." "You did?!" Kathryn gaped. "I never was able to do that. Molly was still very young when Voyager ended up stranded. I hadn't gotten that far yet with her." "I tweeked her parameters. Projected what Molly would've become aging naturally as an Irish Setter of her type would." Boothby angled his head mischieviously, "She's perfect. I accessed your personal family vids with Mark to get her exact personality down." "You didn't?! Those records are private.." Janeway grinned, half offended. "Don't worry. I stuck just with the picnic gatherings. Your, shall we say, more intimate vids, I left untouched.. I may be a product of crystalline isolinear chips, but I have scruples.." Janeway's mouth flopped open.. her eyes shot knives. Boothby melted. "Well, I did see one by accident.. And it wasn't with Mark. It was with this this this power endowed fellow and he wanted you to have his child.. Nice nightgown he finger snapped onto you." "Boothby...." Janeway began dangerously.. "I ended that scan immediately, captain, I assure you. I went no further." "Nothing happened." Janeway answered him flatly. "I know that. I saw that Q gal talking with you all later on the bridge. I've seen all the logs of everything , remember? You just set it up five minutes ago just before you brought me online.." Janeway shook her head in impatient affirmation. "Your point of this discussion is getting off track. " "Oh, yes.. Let the Molly fascimile run for while. She'll do wonders playing with the crew.. She'll raise morale far better than that scaley Speaker's cat EVER did. Besides, it'll be so uncharacteristic for you to do this. It'll leave them wondering.... build up that captain's mystique.." The side of Janeway's mouth quirked upward. "Ah ha! Got you.. Knew I would. Molly'll activate once you depart the holodeck. I have her programmed to stay out from underfoot of critical goings on. But , I left the necessity of "feeding" her. That'll help make your crew feel needed." -------------------------------------------------------------------- The eighteen minutes left to her and Boothby in the holodeck past quickly. And soon, it was back to the briefing room. Captain Janeway didn't even raise an eyebrow when everyone turned to witness a curly rust colored Irish Setter tagging along behind her. Janeway scratched Molly's holographic head by her briefing chair and received a holographic lick of affection. She noticed B'Elanna's narrow eyes as she tried to fathom the reason behind her captain's companion. "Calming influence... better than synthehol..." she silently mouthed to Torres. Out loud, Janeway announced, "Everyone. I have installed an advisor of sorts on the auxillary viewscreen. He's a sophisticated diagnostic and advisory program. Please, meet Mr. Boothby." The wizened caretaker's visage bowed fractionally to Kathryn's acknowledgement, but he chose to remain silent for the time being. "He'll be offering us new insights as we go. Feel free to consult his program at any time from any viewer. I'm sure he'll prove both entertaining and useful by gracing us with his presence. B'Elanna. I'm set. Are you ready to begin?" Chakotay thought with surprised eyebrows ::Kathryn chose the Boothby consult program over a spirit guide session with me to go over everything? Huh.. Maybe we can still do a vision quest as a supplement later....:: he reasoned. ____________________________________________________ (attachments) Image : HoloBoothby gives Janeway a rose.. Image : Memory of Boothby seeing Janeway being woo-ed by Q while in a nightgown. Audio : J- Mr. Boothby... Bby- Captain Janeway.... J- Good to see you after all these years.... Enjoying the Delta Quadrant? Bby- Don't get sassy with me , young lady! Image : Janeway snuggling the holodog, Molly. *************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Older than time itself.... Rivals... Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2000 16:51:35 GMT Spot straightened when the Speaker sent an amused query to Spot. The red tabby aroused himself and looked about the briefing room with contentedly bleary eyes. All the peoples were back.. ::And there is something new here...:: the cat guessed. His sleep blurred eyes suddenly filled with a rusty red form that had a tail, wagging in happiness behind it. Spot felt a lick smear the fur on top of his head. He shot to his feet, bristling like a porcupine.. "RRRRRRRRRRHHHEEEEEOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!" he spat crouching, and hissing at the non scented "threat" before him. Molly's tail stopped wagging.. ---------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Spot's head, looking cross.. ************************************************************ END WEEK 25 RECAP 08-13-2K (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) Week TWENTY SIX RECAP ************************************************************ From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Cat's Play Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2000 15:30:51 SCT Guinan felt that the briefing to come in a half an hour would prove to be most enlightening. She hadn't had a chance to meet Voyager's chief engineer as yet. There were many things Guinan wanted to discuss with Torres concerning her thoughts on the crew's morale. A topic very different from the technical specs and diagrams the Lt. was used to. ::I need someone with a no-bones attitude to be my barometer. Lord knows someone needs to boost spirits around here.:: It had been ten minutes since the captain had called for a recess following the death in engineering. Everyone had gone their separate ways until it was time to come back to the room. The Speaker shuffled next to Guinan and he held Spot in his arms, conversing mentally with the cat animatedly about Spot's favorite pastime.. playing with the peoples. #I's sees no prey gaming in hunting bits of string matter in the form of a sphere. What is this is? Ball of yarn?# he was asking Spot at the image in his head the cat had put there demonstrating his favorite toy game. Guinan chuckled to herself. ::It takes all types..:: She saw the captain, ahead of her, skirt into a holodeck portal. ::Hey, now that's a good idea...:: the hostess smiled. ::Simulated diversion is always good.:: Armed with the idea. Guinan made her way into her quarters and her automated Kaltoh board. ::I wonder if the Speaker plays Kaltoh..? Might be more fun than Spot's ball of yarn..:: #uh ummm. Mr. Speaker?# Guinan sent uncertainly. She wasn't sure she quite understood how to talk with the 8472 mentally just yet in his Mindspeak manner well enough to be heard.. #I's hears the Mild One people.. Talks..# the 8472 said, setting Spot down to lead the way to the place where his ball of yarn "resided". Guinan blinked at the deep presence that nestled inside her head. It was both masculine and feminine at the same time. ::How curious..:: she wondered. #I's haves no "gender" boundaries.. I's chooses what I's to be. Now, I haves second HOME. So, I's parent now..# "?????" Guinan grunted. ::It's mom and pop to HOME? It's the Speakers' child? But I thought it's a ship...:: #yeses to both mindspeeches, Othermind. HOME's is in the now and rejoices because of I's bond and heartfelts.# Guinan furrowed her forehead as the three of them got to Spot's quarters and to his ball of red yarn. The cat immediately demonstrated how to play, "Yarnmouse.." Guinan blinked at the Speaker's last sending..#You mean just because HOME'S your living ship that you're blood relatives?# #We's are one.# The Speaker shrugged. #I's am ITS. IT is I's.. The HOME cannot have another..# That was true. ::8472 ship complements have only one pilot. I just never knew the reason for it:: Guinan mused. It was ten minutes later and the Speaker was finally trying to understand Spot's attraction to his ball of yarn by picking it up and peering at it closely.. Spot danced around his foots eagerly. Then, by accident, the Speaker threw the ball over ITS shoulder, dismissing the whole affair, mentally. Then Spot pounced!! #Ahhh I's sees!!# the Speaker sent out. # The ball thing of red is a mock prey..# Spot cat grinned in ITS direction, knotted up in the yarn's stringing mess. Guinan looked up at a noise.. It was the sound of a computer viewscreen activating.. A strange, white haired man in simple clothes glared right back at her from across the room from the viewer, pointing a meaty finger in her direction. Boothby scowled.."If you're serious about solving the morale problem on the ship, young lady, I've already anticipated the market.. I've crafted a program just perfect for all of your crewman." "Howdidyou? Where? Who are you?" Guinan studdered. "I've never seen you on the ship before." "Boothby's the name.. Crew morale is always my game.. Like the cat does.., so shall you all " he predicted grandiosely. Guinan toggled a few switches.. "You're a computer program" "Yep." "And.... how did you know I was thinking about dealing with this vessel's crew morale problem?" Boothby scoffed. "You ARE a bartender are you not? Your angle wasn't hard to guess. So, let's get cracking.. First stage morale booster's on the way. I just gave it to the captain when she activated me. Go to the meeting and I'll join you all there from the vid remote in that room. Now, shoo!" Spot knew that noise and shot out the bulkheads, on his way back to the briefing room. Boothby nodded in satisfaction at his success at motivating the cat.. Guinan angled her elegant head, "So,,,, I guess I'll meet you there.. and... what's the first stage morale booster you implemented for the crew?" she asked Boothby's screen. "You'll see.. and notice it right away,. especially that feline Spot! " the "man" boasted. --------------------------------------------------------- Guinan was second to last back into the briefing. Only the captain was not yet back. So the hostess busied herself with the overall datapadd archives B'Elanna passed around to each of them while they waited. The doors opened and in strode Janeway.. looked pleased as punch.. ::Must 've been a nice holoprogram...:: Guinan quipped in her mind. She stroked the drowsy Spot sprawled in the chair next to hers. The doors hadn't shut yet behind the captain as she sat in her chair. That drew the hostess's attention and her eye.. ::Everyone's here... all that were beforehand so why--:: she broke off as a very Earth like creature saundered over to Spot's chair.. It was a dog.... and it seemed to look to Janeway and the rest of the crew, making rounds around the table, greeting each and every person in the room with a polite tail wag and lick on any exposed skin. ::Boothby's first stage morale booster idea is that?! Next he'll be opening a full sized zoo!:: Guinan thought to herself. "Not quite." came Boothby's image on her databpadd. "Voyager doesn't have enough computer memory for that... and speaking of computer memory.. I found a glitch in Voyager's database that shows a peculiar vid image that is carrying a temporal signature.. There's only the one image with that odd trace.. Can you take a look at it and see what you think?" Boothby asked of Guinan.. The Speaker sniffed the air. #Yes....I's is scenting it's a not-yet-to-be thing, man made of light. I's wants to sees this Othertechnology thing...# "You mean to tell me that the image Boothby's talking about is from the future?" the hostess remarked. #Yes.# the 8472 nodded. Guinan pursed her lips downward, "Huh. Put it on my screen, Fire away.. Boothby.. We'll both look at it...." she quipped, hooking a finger over at the Speaker's place at the table. The hologram disappeared and in its place was the temporally shining image he spoke of... "Oh, my.... " Guinan breathed,.. "Looking uglier by the second.." The Speaker didn't know what to think... ------------------------------------------------------ (attachment) Image : Janeway of Borg ***************************************************** De : "April McGowan" Objet : [voyagerliveaction] Some Lead Bricks Date : Fri, 18 Aug 2000 08:46:29 PDT Worf sat in the meeting, unhampered by what was going on around him. His mind was whirling with the possiblilites that had been laid out before him by K'Ehleyr and Dax. K'Ehleyr and Dax? Just the thought of either of them existing in this moment was enough to confuse him, but both of them? Both beckoning him to save them, to keep them alive. His first reaction had been that he had hallucinated all of this, but after an hour, he realized that wasn't the case. He had investigated what they'd said, and it was all accurate. People were buzzing about some sort of excitement around him, but he couldn't concentrate on it. He didn't even want to try. He knew that Q was behind all this, all of this madness, and that made him suspicious from the start. Why would he bring him here, unless he was the only one to help? And why was it necessary to bring all three of them together at this moment. He found it more and more difficult to keep his thoughts straight. He looked about him carefully, and saw Deanna out of the corner of his eye. She was casting furtive looks at the throng of excited crew members. He knew, before he made any decisions, he would have to get out of her emotional reach. Casting glances around him, he saw the path to his escape, and made way for it. Despite his cool demeanor and untroubled appearance he knew she had made him, and glanced quickly at her. Her eye brows scrunched together as scrutinized him. Worf left quickly, trying to think of other things, trying to hide his feelings. He couldn't have her mucking things up and making everything he was about to do even more complicated. He realized it then, for the first time, and it caught him short. The two minutes he had been in contact with K'Ehleyr and Dax had been enough. He was right where Q wanted him, and despite the warning signals flashing in his mind, he was willing to comply. Worf tried to shake it off, and rushed into his temporary quarters, trying to find solace from his ideas. Instinct was taking over, though, and the battle was being lost. He had to save them, despite his analytical mind, despite his warrior training, despite Star Fleet protocol, he would help them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachment) Image : Worf looking stern in a gray uniform. ************************************************************************* From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] on the square ship Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2000 17:54:05 GMT I was happy. Auntie Kathy let me sit in the brefing where my friend Belanah was going to show and tell about the ship's problems. I sat near Spot so I could try and catch his tail but I missed. It wasn't all started yet. So Mr. Tuvok gave me a data pad just like everyone else had! I saw it had a picture of the Carosal Trap and all kinds of things about how the ship was. Then it happened. I saw the lizard man leave. He was very sad and didnt stop when Auntie Kathy said his name. I wanted to give the Prefeck Flotter but he went away so fast I couldnt. A little bit later, we all got a call from the lizard man from enginering. I didnt know what was going on. Auntie Kathy looked suprised and she called for help for him but a lady there said the Prefeck was in trouble. I was scared, and so were all of my friends in the room. Belanah was angry that he had done something she didnt like . All I rememberd was his sad face. I saw that the computer didnt see the lizard mans life dot any more, like what had happened to Auntie Kathy and 7 when they died to help the pretty lady in the hat. I picked up Spot and I held him tight. I didnt like what was going on. Auntie Kathy looked quiet and no longer happy. Then she told us to leave to eat and rest for a half hour. I was glad to go. I wanted mommy. But then, I rememberd 7. She plays games with me sometimes and that makes me happy so I asked her to come play with me. 7 said Yes Naomi Wildman, I will come. And me and my friend went to the rec deck to set up our board pieces. I asked 7 why the lizard man wanted to do what he did but she just told me to take my turn. She let me win, but I saw she was thinking a lot about the ships problem. Why? The Speeker had fixed it and his tail was back on ok. 7, whats wrong? I asked. Nothing is wrong she said to me but I knew better. She felt like me about the lizard man and was trying to hide. So I tried to make her feel better. I told her about my Flotter holow book and my castle there. Then it was time to go back so all of us could have the brefing again. I sat down in my chair and waited. And waited. I even put a tricordr on my belt. Where was Auntie Kathy? Everybody was there excep for her. Then she came with a red dog! Where did that dog come from? We have no dogs on the ship. I laughed hard. And then the dog came to me. I read the name on her blue collar. Molly it said. Then I knew. Molly was Auntie Kathys dog on Earth. I saw her in the ready room by the bridge before in the picnic picture. Molly and wagged her tail and kissed me but didn't get my cheek all sticky. Then I knew! Molly was a hollow dog. Neat! She could help me make my friends feel better so I said. Molly go see everybody. Go on. Go see. They are sad and need a hug. Go. She did. Then it was Spots turn. He didn't like Molly. I started to laugh again. Spot didnt know that Molly wasnt really a dog and he puffed up big and sounded like a snakehead. Then I saw the new man. Auntie Kathy had said his name was Bootbee and that he was in the computer to help us now. So I got up and went to his t.v. screen. Hi Bootbee. Did you bring Molly for Auntie Kathy? He told me, Yes. To make her and other people happy and was it working? I told the holow man yes then I said Can she go anywhere? He said yes Molly has a hollow emeter like the doctor and that she was outside the computer so she could go everywhere to cheer up everyone. Bootbee smiled at me and his teeth were big. Bootbee looked funny. He was all wrinky and his hair was white. I never seen that before becaus no one was old on the ship! I had an idea. Maybe Bootbee could help me figure out how to get the ship out of the trap. I asked him to show me the big map. He did and I saw three other ships out there near us. One was round and the other was a square. They were borg ships! wow. I got excitd but then I saw the last ship was Uncle Toms delltah flyer and it was inside the square borg ship. Why is it there Bootbee? He said that it had been kapshured by the Queen Borg so she could talk to Queue and Dacks and Kalar. Can we go on an away mission to get them? I said. No. Bootbee said. We have to hide. The Queen and Lokutus are bullies. Then I knew. I had to see the square ship for me and get them back for Auntie Kathy becaus I didnt want her to worry about them anymore. So I snuck out of the brefing room. I got to the tranzportr place and no one was there but I was spotted anyway. Molly had followed me here. No. Bad. Go back Molly I told her but she stayed with me. Then Spot came in to and then I saw a plan come. I had to talk with the Speeker! I grabbed Spot and sat on the floor. I thougt hard. And I heard the purple monster inside of me. wow. It worked! I did set my plan then. I asked the Speeker to come to me becaus I had a question. He came in from his orange door with the light that hurt my eyes but I wasnt scared at all. Yes Naomi? the purple monster said. I looked up at him and told him. I dont think this tranzportr was fixed right. It wont go to the square ship. He looked funny tilting his head as he thougt about that. I will see it if works. The Speeker ansered. He made his orange light come and it turned the tranzportr on. Is it working? I said to him. Can you get it to go there inside the square ship? It is there now he said. Near the inside middle of the square ship, see? I ran really fast and onto the tranzportr step so the energee would grab me. Molly whind and jumped up after me. We both disappeard. ------------------------------------------------------------------ No ! No ! Molly why did you follow me? I was mad. I didnt want her to get in trouble but now she couldnt go back. She was stuck with me in the square borg ship. I walked around and all the borg robots didnt know I was there I was to small. My tricordr said that the delltah flyer was down these stairs over here. So I walkd and Molly came with me. Why was she whining? I was o.k. She didnt say hello to the borg robots and I knew why. She was a gaurd dog now becaus she knew I wasnt supposd to be here. Shh. Molly. We are going to get Queue, Dacks and Kalar back to the ship. Quiet. Theyre down here I told her. It was dark but my tricordr showed me where to go. Then I was there. The delltah flyer was in a big room. I was near thier hatchdoor when a borg robot saw Mollys emeter glowing. Then I knew. Borg robots take computer things to build thier ship. No! No I yelled but he reached for it and Molly sparked and almost disappeard. I tried to push him but he was too heavy so I threw my tricordr at him. It worked! The borg robot grabbed it insted to look at it. Then I ran and Molly came with me. Help! Help! I yelled at the delltah flyer. Let us in. Mollys in trouble! The robots will get her! I pounded on the hatch Its Naomi from the ship.. Let us in! ------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Naomi Wildman looking scared. *********************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] ah, captain? Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2000 13:14:50 -0500 Troi settled back down with the others at the conferce table with the others. The odd and fleeting images that she had picked-up from Worf's mind about Dax and K'Ehalyar confused her. She had assumed that Worf's former wives and the Q were abord the flyer that Voyager was towing behind them. No one however had yet to check up on the wayward trio. Extending her mind Troi tried to touch the members of the delta flyer. Her doe brown eyes closed for a moment as she concentrated harder. Suddenly, Trio's eyes flew open and she sat up strait in her chair. "Captin! I have some information that is of the utmost importance!" The near yell from the betaziod stop Janeway in mid-speach. "Q, Dax, and K'Ehalyar are not on the delta flyer! There is no one on board that ship!" Trio anounced to a conference table full of startled gasps. "Also, I have detected that a humanoid presenace from, I believe, Voyager and...something else? Are now on board the borg ship." Trio concentrated briefly once more. "They're being attacked, Captin!" ************************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" To: Subject: [voyagerliveaction] long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away.... Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2000 22:39:29 -0500 The rhythm of the machines around the workers hummed in time to some ancient song. Beings of all shapes and sizes moved productively around the vast interior of the underground cavern. Large futuristic buildings melded with the sides of the cavern to reach many stories upwards towards the top of the large cavern. Dax wiped sweat from her forehead once more as she sat back on her haunches and gazed around the current excavation site. She had decided to take a break from the more technical work that she had been helping Q with on the inside of one of the many buildings within the cavern that the three of them had found. Now, she and K'Ehleyr were doing the time consuming work of shifting through one of the many excavation sites where they hoped to find some of the missing pieces of what they hoped would answer the mystery of the 'Carousel Coordinate' loop. The trill had been surprised when Voyager and her crew had taken off from the planet they were on and, for all she knew, disappeared. Well...she knew they hadn't quite disappeared. She and K'Ehleyr, with the help of Q, had just talked to Worf who was now somehow on Voyager. Dax wondered if their message would have any effect on the honor bound Kligon. "Do you think Worf will help us?" Dax turned her head sideways towards the half Kligon woman working next to her. K'Ehleyr stopped working and sat down on a near by patch of earth. Worf's first wife looked as if she was about to speak... **************************************************************************** From: "Cat Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Who's on First? Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2000 23:20:38 -0500 Post by Cat with permission by Elena to lightly use Dax. > "Do you think Worf will help us?" Dax turned her head sideways towards the > half Kligon woman working next to her. > K'Ehleyr stopped working and sat down on a near by patch of earth. Worf's > first wife looked as if she was about to speak... "It's hard to tell," she sighed. "In the timeline he came from, I would assume you would now know him better than me. In my time, he was bound by honor and duty... usually. He seemed to have a growing sense of family - in a way he never did before. I guess being an orphan and all that makes sense. But it seemed his duty, or at least what he believed was his duty, was shifting to the more traditional honor of the family. Reading the files on Voyager, it seemed that sense just grew even more now that his name has been redeemed. We are his family. We are the only family he knows he in this place, in this time. Hopefully, that will work in our favor." "What about Voyager, and his duty to the Federation?" Dax asked. "That's the problem. He might just feel duty-bound to try to help them out as well. But if we can get him to see our way, to see we can help both Voyager and ourselves at the same time, it just might work." K'Ehleyr wiped her brow, then looked up as the now familiar presence approached. "You two wouldn't be slacking on the job, now would you?" the now semi-omnipotent being mocked as he walked up behind the two women. "Don't start, Q," K'Ehleyr warned. "We both know you have far more power than you are letting on. Why don't you just use some of that to find the information we need and get us out of here?" "Doesn't work that way, and you know it," Q replied with a hint of dejectedness in his voice. While it was true he held far more power than dear Kathryn would ever guess, it seemed quite selective in its abilities. He could do a little of this and a little of that, but apparently not enough to get him the hell out of here. So he was resigned to work with these two alien women to find a solution to their little problem. At least he had enough juice to play with Voyager. Whatever would he do if he couldn't have his fun? "Anyway," he sighed. "Would you two like an update on the progress of our ship of friends? I do believe they are about to have yet *another* meeting. They'll never get out of here if they just keep talking and don't ever actually do anything. Then again, that just works in our favor. Wanna listen in on what dear Kathryn and crew are planning? I also have the latest info from our Borg friends, as boring as that may be." The two women just rolled their eyes, which he took as a positive sign. With a snap of his fingers, all the information of the three major ships involved in this little crisis was absorbed. K'Ehleyr shook her head to clear it as she tried to make sense of this new information. After blinking a few times, she realized it might just be a lost cause. Finally, she looked up at her other two companions and asked the question on her mind. "What the hell?" *********************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Babe from the womb... Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 05:01:34 GMT >Troi settled back down with the others at the conferce table with the >others. The odd and fleeting images that she had picked-up from Worf's > >mind about Dax and K'Ehalyar confused her. She had assumed that Worf's > >former wives and the Q were abord the flyer that Voyager was towing > >behind them. No one however had yet to check up on the wayward trio. >Extending her mind Troi tried to touch the members of the delta flyer. >Her >doe brown eyes closed for a moment as she concentrated harder. > >Suddenly,Trio's eyes flew open and she sat up strait in her chair. >"Captin! I have some information that is of the utmost importance!" The >near yell from the betaziod stop Janeway in mid-speach. >"Q, Dax, and K'Ehalyar are not on the delta flyer! There is no one on > >board that ship!" Trio anounced to a conference table full of startled > >gasps. "Also, I have detected that a humanoid presenace from, I believe, >Voyager and...something else? Are now on board the borg ship." Trio >concentrated briefly once more. "They're being attacked, Captain!" "What?" Janeway whispered.. "Counselor, which Borg ship? Locutus's Sphere or the Queen's Cube?" She saw Troi indicate the Cube..on the monitor in front of all of them in the briefing room. "The Delta Flier? Empty? Chakotay.. confirm that although I don't know how much good THAT 'll do knowing Q's propensity for disappearing acts with crew members in tow..." Janeway ordered, rising from her place at the table. She kicked herself mentally once again for having her attention so divided. She did a quick head count of the people around the room. She noticed that the Speaker was absent along with Spot....and... Molly.. ::Da*n!:: she thought,::Just what is happening here now...?:: She queried the computer =^= Computer, Scan the ship's complement and report any disparity..=^= #Scan complete. Naomi Wildman is not on board. Her combadge and lifesign signals terminated at 0704.# Then there was a bright flare and suddenly Janeway knew the Speaker was back. She didn't even have to probe deeply into ITS thoughts to know what happened. That clever little girl had pulled a fast one. She had tricked the Speaker into operating one of Voyager's transporters that had sent her to the Borg Cube. ::Speaker.. How could you..?:: Janeway told IT. ::Naomi is just a child..:: The 8472 shrugged apologetically and offered to have HOME translocate her back to Voyager the same way HOME did Dr. Bashir on Q's world during the cave-in rescue. ::No.:: the captain decided suddenly,::I don't want to be detected just yet, if we show ourselves to the Queen, Locutus may home in on the scent and we don't have a prayer against BOTH of their vessels...:: She turned to the room at large.. "Red alert!" The lights in the room dimmed briefly and the status bar ringing the ceiling illuminated in its flashing red. There was a comsignal from the bridge.. It was the night duty officer in charge.. =^=Bridge to Captain. I've noted your red alert. What's going on?=^= Janeway tapped her combadge,=^=Lieutenant. One of our crewman has somehow managed to transport herself onto the Borg Cube. Keep Voyager hidden and prepare a team for an away mission to rescue her. Move as close as you can to the Cube but make sure we aren't detected..Stand by.=^= The captain spoke again, moving to the door. "Everyone.. I'm calling this meeting off." She added for the benefit of the temporal crew who were new to Voyager.." One of our civilian crew, a little girl of about ten, is this Naomi Wildman who's gone missing.. I don't know how or why.. but she's now on the Borg Cube for reasons unknown.. I want us to come up with a plan of action that allows us to retrieve her without being detected by either Borg vessel.. Any ideas?" Janeway waited for someone to reply. ::Any options would be a Godsend. Lords knows I can't think clearly when it comes to my "niece".:: ------------------------------------------------------------------ Naomi pounded frantically on the door of the Delta Flier.. The "door" and the whole ship suddenly disappeared.. ::It was a hologram!!:: Naomi thought with a shock. The lifesigns I got on my tricorder must have been "faked.":: Behind where the ship had been was an empty wall, leading nowhere. The little girl turned to face the Borg which she had distracted from herself and Molly with the tricorder "offering." It was still dissecting the tool piece by piece and scanning it with its eye implant. It seemed totally oblivious to Naomi and Molly. Craftily, the child sank back into the shadows to hide, the hologram irish setter following suit... ::I hope the Queen doesn't find me.. I don't know how to get back home to Voyager..:: Naomi thought, scared out of her mind.::What have I done?:: Sensing her fear, Molly pressed nearer the child, protecting her. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Turning, the Borg left. It was puzzled by the device in its hand and it notified the Queen herself.. ::Let me see...:: the Queen sent. She saw the familiar lines of the tricorder and had one thought.. ::Voyager.:: Wheeling, the Borg Cube flung itself along the transporter trace, it now detected from an algorithm inside the tricorder device's database , left behind from Naomi's niave trick on the Speaker. And found the Federation starship quickly.. ---------------------------------------------------------------- =^=Janeway to the Bridge. We've been detected.=^= came the lieutenant from the bridge's command chair. "On my way." the captain answered. She made her way off the upper deck and said, "Hail her..." A com channel was opened to the Cube by Harry. Janeway walked a few paces forward and said, (**See SOUND BITE**) __________________________________________________________________ (attachments) Image : Janeway looking up at incoming comm signal *animated* gif : The red alert bar. *animated* gif : A flashing lights Borg Cube.. Audio : J - Borg vessel. This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Starship Voyager. ****************************************************************************** From: "Fran Catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Complications Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 06:19:41 -0000 ::Could things get any worse?:: B'Elanna mused. It just seemed that someone just didn't want them to get out of this mess. Whenever they were ready to start discussing the problem, something came up. Now, Naomi Wildman had somehow gotten herself onto the Borg vessel. Knowing how special the girl was to the Captain, she knew they need to act fast, and now that the Queen knew they were there; well...things just couldn't get any better. Standing at her engineering station on the bridge, she glanced over at Tom. ::We really haven't been able to spend any time together since this whole carousel coordinate business started. I sure miss those back rubs. I miss...him.:: Shaking her head, she knew she needed to get back to business. "Captain? I propose a small rescue party. We go in and quickly find her. Counselor Troi should be a member of this party. I'm sure her betazoid powers would be of great use, and we could avoid using federation devices as much as possible. I would go along as well. Any other volunteers?" she asked, glancing around the room. ::Don't go acting the hero now, Tom. I need you to stay here.:: She couldn't explain it; she just felt that she had to go over there; and the sooner, the better. ************************************************************* END WEEK TWENTY SIX RECAP WEEK TWENTY SEVEN RECAP 08-24-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ****************************************************** From: patti keiper Date: Thu Aug 24, 2000 11:45am Subject: Forward: (From DS9 to the farthest Frontier....) OOC- >From : "Amelia" goldeengirl1@n... VIA moderator.. previously sent to "Patti" pattik1@h... on 08-23-2K 03:43:07 CST USA BIC- Damar sat in Quarks, in the newly reclaimed Terok Nor; and downed another glass of kanar. He was frantically trying to think of a way to get the minefield that was blocking the entrance to the wormhole down, to bring in Dominion reinforcements from the Gamma Quadrant. He watched as the miserable little Ferengi rushed around his bar, trying to clear out the hordes of Jem'Hadar and serve customers at the same time. The Cardassian allowed himself a wry smile and turned back to his PADD. He was just starting to come up with an idea when Odo's voice shouted over to the Ferengi. "QUARK!" As Quark turned around in surprise, Damar snarled in frustration and got up off his bar stool, to make his way back to his quarters to concentrate. If he didn't figure out how to deactivate the minefield Gul Dukat would... well, that wasn't even worth thinking about. Damar made his way out of Quarks, pushing all the Jem'Hadar out of the way; before entering the turbolift to return to his quarters. "Habitat ring; section 2b." he stated grimly, and the lift began its decent. A few minutes later and the doors opened, revealing dimly lit corridors leading to his quarters. He walked down the corridor and stopped outside his room but he suddenly noticed something around the corner; something bright and swirly. He frowned at the sight; forgetting momentarily about the minefield and slowly walked towards the vortex pulling out his phaser as he did so. He suddenly stopped a few feet away from it and peered inside, as though expecting to see something. Damar made up his mind and fired though the swirly vortex, but it didn't seem to make a difference, it carried on swirling as though inviting him to step inside, but he wasn't that stupid. "Computer, identify energy readings, habitat ring section 2b." The computer beeped an acknowledgement, and he waited for its response. Damar suddenly heard footsteps behind him and spun around, phaser still in hand. It was another Jem Hadar. ::I've seen enough of these to last me an entire lifetime:: Damar thought to himself as the Jem Hadar stopped in surprise at the sight of the vortex. "What is that?!" he asked wide eyed. Damar shugged and was about to tell the Jem Hadar to clear off when the computer interrupted. #Energy readings in habitat ring, section 2b are unknown.# Damar snarled at this statement and turned back to look at the wormhole, vortex or whatever it was. It seemed to be changing colour... what started off as white was now turning into a mixture of grey and white; not only that but it seemed to be PULLING them. "Computer, erect level 1 forcefield around the energy reading." Damar stated, wondering why he didn't do that before. #Unable to comply.# the computer responded. "Why not?!" Damar snarled as the Jem Hadar began to edge away from the disturbance. #Energy reading on habitat ring section 2b is interfering with all computer functions.# It did appear to be so, the lights were starting to flicker and Damar could've sworn the temperature had gone down a few degrees. He watched the bright glow of the vortex turn from grey/white to an angry purple. And that was the last thing he saw on Terok Nor; because the next thing he knew he was being pulled into the hole and suddenly falling onto a grey carpet with bright white walls either side of him and a black mark on the wall where his phaser had obviously struck the wall. He gazed around open-mouthed, and looked back to see the Jem Hadar land on the floor next to him too. "Where are we?" he muttered and slowly got up, squinting because of the bright lights. "It appears we are on Starfleet ship." the Jem Hadar said in reply. "Federation?" Damar answered; turning his phaser up to kill. "Well, we'll just have to find out won't we?" _________________________________________________________________ (attachment) Image : *animated* gif DS9 station rotating in space. *************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Close call.... Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2000 21:47:25 GMT Janeway saw the viewscreen in front of her flare into a nauseating green light that was horribly familiar. She did not ever wish to see its like again a year ago, and the old fear returned to claim her. It was the Borg Queen. The one who almost assimilated her on the mission to retrieve Seven of Nine from her clutches. The Queen appeared on the viewscreen but she was strangely silent.. just looking around Voyager's bridge calmly and eyeing everyone in the room. ::Odd.:: the captain thought, :: I wonder what she is up to?:: Then a young ensign said it all, "Captain! The Borg vessel is tapping into our main computer. They're routing our entire database into a download!"" "Override. Kill the exterior carrier manifold if you have to. Cut her off!" Janeway ordered. There was a scramble of officers for the console station access panels, Harry, Tuvok, Spock, Seven and others, all trying desperately to end the data transfer.. Suddenly, the bridge went dark. The Queen's image on the viewscreen suddenly blacked out; her half smile and visage disappeared. The bridge crew were thrown into absolute silence and darkness. "uh,, I got it captain,.. " Came the young ensign's voice. I had to cut main power to the bridge.. " came his quiet voice out of the pitch blackness. "But all telemetry off ship has been terminated." "Good work, ensign," Janeway congratulated. "Emergency lights." Eerie red illumination took the place of the white overheads in the ceiling dome of the bridge and soon, everyone could see. Janeway glanced over to Chakotay, looking like she'd just avoided a disaster. ::It's bad enough we've been located. It's even worse to be stripped of computer information like a sheep being skinned. I don't care to repeat that mistake...:: "How much data did she get away with..?" the captain asked. Boothby glimmered onto the main viewer using his priority moded linkups. "She got precisely nothing, Captain Janeway. I fed her pap! She got some history lessons from the educational databases and the menu library from the mess but that's about it..." Janeway slumped in her chair. "Thank god.. I'm not even going to manage to ask you how you did that.." Boothby's holoface grinned broadly.. and he chided, "Just be grateful you activated me, Captain. And don't worry about the Borg seeing Voyager too well in the future.. I blinded her sensors just as badly as ours is now.. Head 214 Mark 8 and you'll be headed away from her and into a concealing nebula.." "Do it." Janeway ordered the helm officer. "But keep us within transporter range. We still have a rescue mission to mount after the Wildman child." Slowly, blindly, Voyager backed away from the Queen's vessel back into hiding. The cloud's energy traces obliterated all signs of Voyager's engine emission trail utterly. There would be no pursuit. Janeway turned to face B'Elanna . "I like your reasoning for choosing the counselor to go on this away detail. But we're going to have to ask her personally. She's not a member of this crew and I have no authority over her.. " =^= Janeway to Counselor Deanna Troi.. Report to the bridge. I've a rescue mission I'd like you to consider attending. Janeway out.=^= The Klingon engineer nodded at the captain and returned to her station trying to repair the helm station wiring the ensign had ripped free ending the Borg computer tap. Janeway turned to face Kirk and Spock, "Gentleman. If there's ever a time for improvisation and decision making against overwhelming odds, I'd say we've reached that scenario... I'd value your input if I may.. What do you think is going on here with the Borg and Q and this Carousel Coordinate Trap?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Janeway and Paris listen to Boothby speak from the main viewer. ************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Her Moment to Shine.... Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2000 16:11:12 GMT Janeway waited for the Enterprise captain and his first officer to make their way from the upper deck to hers and Chakotay's sides. She felt off balance and a little apprehensive.. That Borg Queen had insinuated her silent computer tap right through Voyager's shields like a hot knife through warm butter. Kathryn had to think a bit just how that was possible. Then slowly, with numbing dread, she had her answer. Janeway herself was to blame. ::All Borg are linked together in the Collective, being of one mind. Granted Locutus and the Queen are on opposite sides of the preverbial fence but they still share the same node processors. Information learned by any one Borg is still shared by the entire Collective subconsciously.:: Janeway turned to Chakotay and murmured, "I know where I went wrong on this one, Chakotay." Janeway frowned. "Remember when I gave the Intended a datapadd of tactical information of how Voyager defeated the Borg in past encounters when she agreed to ally with us in orbit over Q's World? The Intendant had transferred that data about our ship's system configurations from those Borg victories into HER ship's database. And then Locutus assimilated the Intendant's ship and crew.." She threw up her hands in her lap in frustration, " He and now, the Queen, know how we won those Borg engagements. They know our shield modifications, evasion strategies, weapon's strength.." Her hand crept to her dry mouth. "We're going to have to come up with new solutions just to survive here. How are we going to accomplish that if the Borg Cube and Sphere know what we're thinking and how our starship is going to react?" The first officer met Janeway's eyes, daunted. "Come up with an alternate, Captain Janeway." Boothby piped up from his place on the main viewer. "You have a sharp crew, innovative and bright, with the potential added benefit of new input from these temporal refugees here, like Kirk and Spock and the others. Use them. Pick their brains. Put some in charge of some departments if you have to. Their original thinking just might make all the difference in the world... and you've an added ace up your sleeve.." Bootby pointed. "You have the resources and support of one of the only race the Borg fear, Species 8472 in the Speaker. Now you can't tell me that the Collective knows all the technological secrets of THAT ship now can you?" Janeway regarded the Boothby image and started to smile. ::Maybe he's right. We're not sunk yet. Time to slip the mold. Creative thinking, huh.? All right....:: She stood, moving to the aft stations, the blood red illumination of the emergency lighting making her face cast a devilish appearance, complete with a conniving, calculated half smile. The captain regarded Torres. "B'Elanna. I've a task for you. I'm putting you in charge for a while..." she grinned. "If I do that, your unique view of Voyager will enable you to come up with options I don't see myself." she smiled wryly. Janeway guaged Torres's reactions carefully before she added, "Only not here on the bridge.. in the holodeck..." She emphasized with a gesture, downdeck. "Create a holoprogram of our exact situation here, the ship's current condition, crew complement, and energy output, and run simulations there with yourself in command.." At B'Elanna's startled look, she added, "I can't use Chakotay's command style and solutions because he's helped me in the past and that was reflected in the information that was on the Intendant's data padd. So I'm looking to you for fresh angles. I can't use Tuvok, he's been with me too long. And Seven," Janeway threw up her hands, "She's cut from the same Borg cloth they are out there. So, I'm depending on your irrascible personality to bail us out." The half Klingon frowned, ::Great.. I studied to be an officer once at the academy. Now I get to BE one.:: Boothby added, "Torres. I know you have command ability. Captain Janeway is right in doing this. You do this kind of thing every day down in engineering, delegating tasks, creating global problem solving techniques to get that extra two percent of engine efficiency.." the white haired man's forehead wrinkled in derision, " I've personally, seen you pull diamonds out of a dung heap.. saving Voyager just in the nick of time." B'Elanna said one word, "But..." Boothby pounced, "Don't get sassy with me, young lady. Your captain is giving you a direct order." His face softened. "It's only a holodeck scenario.. not the real thing. How bad can that be? Just think,.. you can run simulations of how we're going to get inside that Cube to rescue Naomi Wildman while you're at it. Just choose the away team you have planned to go with you on that mission to be your "crew" on the holobridge. Then you'll see how to go.." Janeway leaned forward, close, and whispered into Torres's ear, "I've got egg on my face, B'Elanna. I'm feeling pretty stupid here. I practically handed over Voyager's schematics to the Borg.." B'Elanna choked down a bark of laughter. ::That was pretty stupid. But.....:: she nodded in acceptance of the whole idea. Janeway grasped her shoulder warmly, "Get on it, then. Chakotay and I will be available on the commline if an option presents itself in your scenarios." B'Elanna watched the captain go back down to the lower deck and her command chair and she sighed. ::More stimulating than a cup of Raktajino..:: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : J and B in closeup. *animated* gif : The hologrid with a DNA strand appearing in it. *animated* gif : The red alert view screen tracer lights bar. ******************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] What matters most... Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2000 22:19:17 SCT Guinan calmly watched the Voyager crew pull themselves back together following the thwarted Borg computer tap. ::Efficient crew here. I like it.:: the hostess thought.::Now if only the enemy weren't so likeminded.:: she thought seriously. She saw the engineer, the Klingon, restore normal lights and listen carefully to something Janeway told her. The Speaker made ITS way over to Guinan and handed her Spot so IT could "mindspeak" with her. ::I's sees the Leaderwoman fears for Home. Whys?:: Guinan reformed her thoughts in the new link with the 8472. ::It's her place to worry about her people and her vessel. That is what a starship captain does.. Much like you worry about your living ship, HOME. Janeway feels responsible for all the lives on board her ship and you can't say that being in the Coordinate locked in with Q and Borg has made it any easier for her.:: The Speaker shifted ITS weight on its feets. ::I's musts fixes the harm for the "Janeway" in the now. Otherminds scents as stressed for the "Naomi mind".:: Guinan folded her hands within her cowl.::Yes. That's true.:: She waited for the 8472 to make ITS decision without pushing. ::I's must brings the Child-One to Home. I's is the one who lets its escape in the what was..:: The Speaker admitted. ::You are teacher, yess?:: IT asked of the hostess. Guinan sighed in relief.::Yes. I am.:: She was relieved that the Speaker needed no prodding into what she was planning to do herself all along. The Speaker shrugged a non-shoulder ::I's looks to yous for waytogo in the mind. Nows I's asks yous for waytogo on the trail path. My heartfelts pain for the child.:: Guinan glanced up at the ceiling and tears fill her eyes.::So do I.:: Then her resolve hardened and she gestured to the Speaker to follow her, creating an excuse at large to the command crew. "Captain Janeway. I'd like to examine the tactical data and explain things to the Speaker in your ready room if I may. I don't wish to disturb you all out here." Janeway looked up from her conference with Chakotay and murmured, "Hmm? Oh,.." and she nodded yes before she returned to her data. Guinan and the 8472 went off the bridge. --------------------------------------------------------------------- The Speaker made a minor adjustment in the mindlink IT had with the Voyager crew. It "silenced" Spot's relay with them. They would feel the presence of the Speaker and Guinan but would not be able to make out their exact thoughts and intent and, most importantly, the cat would not raise the alarm. Then IT called forth HOME's portal. HOME sounded and opened the dimensional door for ITS parent. The living ship poured out warmth and love for ITS pilot and the Guinan teacher in waves. Carefully, Guinan and the 8472 left Voyager, slipping into the belly of HOME, the living ship of the Speaker. ::Nows we's go, teacherMind?:: The Speaker asked her. ::Knows that I's takes us on a oneway path only. We's go's IN but any OUTpath is blocked by the Souless Ones technology.. Is's "automatic"? as the Voyagerpeoples would say's...:: ::Yes, Speaker. I know that.:: Guinan said quickly. ::Translocate us to the Borg Cube. We must find the Child-mind, Naomi, ourselves and protect her until our help arrives. Take us to the sleeping place. We won't matter much there.:: Guinan swallowed her own hate for the Borg, remembering how her race almost shared the same fate as the now extinct Learned Ones. She had to be strong, now, as she had been then, when she first fled the wave of Borg took her people's world six hundred years before. The dimensional portal flared into being once more and Guinan and the Speaker disappeared inside of it briefly. When they emerged, they were inside a silvery black and green embodiment of h*ll. The Borg drones all around them trembled reflexively at the appearance of bright light but soon settled back into their Borg regen alcoves when it had faded, their alarm non existent. ::I's am guarding alls, Teachermind. My's teeths bites these SoulessOnes instantly if theys attacks in the now.:: ITS tail lashed, thumping the narrow walls of the Borg Cube. ::Easy, my friend.:: the hostess cautioned.::Just use that exquisite nose of yours and find her, o.k.? I don't like being exposed like this any more than we have to.:: The Speaker had no fear of the Borg around him but his teacher's own made it quiet down physically. ::I's go's. The Naomi-mind scents on that waypath.:: And IT moved off deep into the bowels of the Queen's Cube with the hostess following close behind. Only the fact that neither the Speaker nor Guinan wore technology of any kind kept them safe. The scout drones found no machinery on them to draw their attentions to the newcomers so they let them pass unimpeded. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Soon, the 8472 found the place where the scent was strongest. ::Heres. The Naomi peoples is heres.:: Guinan shoved ahead of the Speaker reaching into a dark niche in the wall. She drew out a limp Naomi, cradling her in her lap, carefully examining the little girl's condition. ::She's fine. Only exhausted and sleeping.:: The holodog Molly's holoemitter chip was clutched tightly in one of Naomi's hands and the dog herself was deactivated. The chip was encased in plasticine, torn from a nearby crate. Plasticine was impermeable to Borg scans. "Smart girl." Guinan smiled. "So that's how you avoided being captured all this time." The Speaker withdrew to guard their position.::I waits for the Voyagerpeoples in the now.:: ::You do that.:: Guinan thought uneasily. ::Meanwhile, let's just keep hiding quietly, shall we?:: Her stress was only slightly eased by her finding Naomi alive and well. The hostess held Naomi close and the tiny girl sighed just once in her sleep, relaxing, knowing instinctively that somehow, she was no longer alone. ---------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Music (MIDI file) : Suspenseful electronic music from the Sega Genesis Game ECCO II-Tides of Time Level- Lunar Bay.. Image : The endless grid inside of the Queen's Borg Cube. Image : A serious Guinan in closeup wearing blue. ************************************************************** From: "Fran Catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Like Moths to a Flame Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2000 04:28:28 GMT B'Elanna studied the Captain. ::Wow, things have sure changed.:: she mused. She remembered first coming aboard Voyager. The Starfleet and Maquis crews had been thrown together, with the goal of finding a way back home. She had never trusted Starfleet. She didn't trust Janeway. But she had seen how Janeway cared for everyone on the ship, it didn't matter if they were Starfleet or Maquis; they had become a family. Now, she couldn't imagine serving under anyone else, except for Chakotay. She shifted her gaze to the helm and regarded Tom Paris. She would never have imagined falling for him. Never could have imagined anything that had happened over the past few years. She had been dedicated to her ideals. But she had been running. Running from her heritage and running from her heart. She hadn't allowed herself to feel for anyone. What a difference fate makes. Tom returned her gaze and smiled in encouragement. She smiled back. ::Okay, here goes:: Taking a deep breath, B'Elanna turned to Seven. "I know your history with the Borg, Seven. But your expertise in this matter would be an asset." Next she shifted her gaze to Harry Kim. "Your assistance would also be appreciated, Harry." Lastly, she remembered something. Turning around, she found the ensign she had dressed down earlier. She remembered he had been a helm officer. "You will round out the party nicely, ensign. Let's go, and I promise I won't bite." She smiled as he chuckled nervously, joining the laughter of the others on the bridge. Making their way to the turbolift, she stopped in front of the Captain and Chakotay. "I promise to do my best for both of you." She looked at Chakotay, who smiled back at her and nodded. Turning to the Captain, she stared at her, conveying her next statement with her eyes as well. "And, we will get Naomi back for you. You have my word." Janeway held the gaze and nodded. Torres returned it with a grim smile and left the bridge with the others. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The four crew members entered the holodeck to take their respective stations on the simulated bridge. Torres stepped down, but stopped when reaching the captain's chair. She just stared at it. Finally, she walked over to the engineering station. Harry looked at her. "Your place is down there, B'Elanna." he smiled and pointed at the chair. "I can't do it, Harry. It just doesn't feel...right, you know?" Harry nodded in understanding. "I understand how you feel, B'Elanna, but the Captain put you in charge. She has every faith in you. I'm sure it won't bother her if you sat in her chair." "That's not funny, Harry. It's not her chair." B'Elanna fumed. "Exactly, so sit down." Harry replied and looked back down at his work. B'Elanna realized Harry had her. She noticed everyone at their respective stations, running their projections on the problem. She frowned. ::Why can't I concentrate? Is this how Janeway feels, being in charge?:: She mused. ::I wanted Counselor Troi along, but I have no right to volunteer her for this, as well as the others here. So many lives are involved in this. We just HAVE to succeed!:: "Excuse me...pardon me!" she heard. Glancing down, she noticed Boothby on the screen. She switched his input onto the main viewer. "Thank you, missy. You know, if you want to be in command someday, you HAVE to pay attention!" Torres silently fumed at him. "All right, all right." he continued, "Now, we all know the situation, don't we? We are stuck in the middle of the delta quadrant, with Borg who like to assimilate technology like a sponge soaks up water. Maybe we're going about this all wrong. Maybe we shouldn't try to improve the technology. Maybe we should use what we already know!" B'Elanna stared at him. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Look, if you all went over there with used technology, they probably wouldn't even notice you; energy signatures attract them like moths to a flame." B'Elanna thought about this. She had a wild idea enter her head. She knew it was radical, but she thought it just might work. Hitting her comm badge, she decided to go with her proposal. She knew she would be announcing this to her team as well. "Seven, Harry, Ensign...hold up for a minute." =^=Torres to Captain Janeway. I have an idea. I propose going over there to get Naomi, but WITHOUT weapons or ANY signs of Starfleet technology on us.=^= "What?" Harry said. "That would be a suicide mission!" "Well, not exactly, Harry. We could beam over to a certain point on the vessel. Give us a certain amount of time to find the child, then go back to those coordinates and Voyager would beam us out after the time frame." she said. "But what if we don't have her by then?" Harry asked. "Well, I guess we'll just have to be sure we have found her, won't we?" she answered. -------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : B'Elanna closeup ********************************************************************* END WEEK TWENTY SEVEN RECAP 08-28-2K {voyagerliveaction@egroups.com} WEEK TWENTY EIGHT RECAP 08-28-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] *********************************************** >From : TANDEM (5-way) post BETWEEN "amiee fielder" , "patti keiper" , and 'fran catrair' VIA Hotmail messenger service **linked remotely with** "cassidy meyers" and "clairissa fox" VIA NETMEETING 3.0 with Hotmail MSN messenger Subject: Counter .....Cube Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2000 09:28:28 GMT <"We could beam over to a certain point on the vessel. From her holostation, Seven looked at B'elanna, amazed by what she was suggesting. ::Us?:: she considered in her mind,::Go over to the cube? With the Queen? She has her moments but... :: "That is acceptable" Seven agreed finally after weighing all considerations. Back on the bridge, Janeway thought for a moment her return connection had been lost to her two officers. Spot jumped into Janeway's lap sensing her distress, Meowing... =^=B'Elanna, do you read me?=^= she insisted once more. =^= Yes,...Captain, I hear you. I think this is the best way. We really don't have time to come up with something elaborate here. We need to go over there now, get Naomi and then just get out. I'm willing to go alone, if necessary=^= she offered. Janeway said,=^=Don't get too hasty, Torres. You'll need backup. I urge you to take Seven along. At least, her physical strength is on a par with yours if you should find yourselves in an armed conflict..=^= Tuvok nodded, and she found herself catching Chakotay's agreeing gaze. =^= Captain, I do not think.....=^= Seven started. =^= Don't argue with me, Seven.. This is a Borg Cube we're talking about. Just don't forget how badly the Queen wants to recover you into the Borg mind. Be warned right now about that.=^= interrupted the captain. B'Elanna relented. =^= All right, Captain. She'll come. Are you up for this, Seven? I know how much Naomi means to you as well. Just know we need to be focused here.=^= Harry began to protest. "This is crazy! The two of you alone against them? Let me go along to cover you!" B'Elanna looked at him. "No, Harry...the Captain is right. We need the fewest numbers possible in there to be the most effective." The ensign threw up his hands in surrender, and left their side passively. Seven gave a half a glance to Belana and with a heavy sigh turned away, "Computer, exit." #Beep# came the reply from the computer system. As a section of wall dissolved into a solid doorway, Seven stalked out into the passageway. B'Elanna looked at the exit. "Great, this is going to be an interesting away mission!" she muttered, following the path Seven had taken. Seven wondered which transporter room they would be using.. and she waited for Torres to catch up, she was in no hurry to complete this mission. The engineer tapped her badge once more. =^= Captain, meet us in Transporter Room 2...so we can finalize the details =^= B'Elanna offered. =^= I trust your judgement, Lt., Carry on.=^= the captain replied. On the bridge, Janeway was getting antsy.. Delegating command of an away mission was never easy. She glanced around herself seeing the relative inactivity surrounding the bridge stations. ::Hmmm. That's strange.:: They were still gone. It had been about an hour since Guinan and the 8472 had departed into the ready room. The captain widened her link with the Speaker.. No answer. =^=Janeway to Transporter Room Two. Belay that beam out. B'Elanna hang on.. We have a problem here.=^= =^= Acknowledged=^= the engineer answered. The captain got up and said, "Chakotay take the conn. Something's not right here." She went to the ready room and entered. The room was empty! She tapped her combadge. =^=Janeway to all hands. Try and locate Guinan and the Speaker. They've gone unaccounted for.=^= She reentered the bridge to see everyone rising to their feet in alarm at her discovery. =^=Janeway to the computer. Run a trace on Species 8472. Triangulate a position on those lifesigns..=^= #Working. There are no lifesigns to those specifications on Voyager. # =^=Da*n!=^= the captain swore.. =^=B'Elanna, did you hear that?=^= =^= Yes I did, Captain! You don't think they're on the borg vessel as well do you? Question is, which one?=^= The captain rose to see the viewscreen, "Excuse me for a moment, Boothby. We need your airspace.. Activate tactical on the main viewer." Boothby's visage was exchanged for a map showing Voyager's position relative to the Borg Cube and the Borg Sphere.. Janeway spoke up, =^=We're way out of transporter range for the Sphere. My guess is that the Speaker is on the Cube.=^= B'Elanna was angry. "Great! So we have 2 more to rescue! Why are these civilians just going off on their own like this? " Seven of Nine barely glanced at Torres as they piled into the turbolift on their way to transporter room two, "Perhaps, they do not feel as obligated as we do to follow starfleet protocol." :: If I did not feel so obligated to the captain I would not follow them either:: she thought privately. "This has nothing to do with Starfleet protocol, Seven! We're all in this together! We don't need people to go off on their own like this!" B'Elanna fumed. Janeway flung an irritated hand to her forehead,=^=Your passion is admirable, B'Elanna but now is NOT the time for it.=^= "I'm sorry Captain. This just makes things alot more complicated. Guess we're all kind of edgy, huh?" the Klingon admitted. =^=Ladies, please. Stay focused here. We can't afford to let emotions rule the day. Good luck.=^= Janeway wished them. "So, ..." B'Elanna guessed, "Give us an hour to find them, then a beam back from landing coordinates?" =^=Sooner than that would be advantageous don't you agree?=^= the captain ventured, =^=I don't think the Queen's going to like us crashing her party..=^= Janeway quipped. Unconsciously, she started pacing.. "Got it." The two away team members said in tandem. It was moments later and a sparkle of transporter activity broke the smooth caphony of the drones milling within the Queen's Cube as the away team set down. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, on the borg cube... Deep in her royal chamber, the Queen was deep in thought. She had seen Voyager, even come close to making a computer link, but something had stopped her then. Now,...:: What?:: There was a change on board. The Queen's head jerked as she received the signals from her drones. Someone new was here, "A borg proximity signal has been detected. Unimatrix 001 tertiary adjunct 7 of 9." the drones reported. "SEVEN!" the Queen nearly shouted. "At last, she has come home." She moved through the "throne room" and knew then by the nature of Starfleet weaknesses, that she had at least one more Voyager crew member on her ship. She sent drones to find them. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Guinan looked up, some deep instinct warning her that something moved around her.. The Borg drones were awakening by her hiding place,.. gently, she awakened Naomi, putting a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. The little girl was deep in thought. ::I woke up and the pretty lady was ther with me, i wasnt so scared sinc i wasnt alone any more.:: Guinan studied the drones nearest her.. Their eyes were watching her.::The Queen.:: "She knows we're here." The hostess and the Speaker arose to their feet, keeping the small child in between them. All around them, drones were speaking, ...."A borg proximity signal has been detected. Unimatrix 001 tertiary adjunct 7 of 9." She said simply, " The away team has failed. The Queen knows we're here.." l'm scared!" Naomi shouted. ::I didn't want the robots to get me. I wanted to know for me, is 7 here?:: -------------------------------------------------------------- Upon materialization, B'Elanna immediately took a defensive stance. She sensed something wasn't right. So much for being undetected. "Let's just get them and get out of here. Now!" she urged. "How perceptive.." Seven spat as she raced towards the nearest junction, "If I know Naomi, I should be able to locate her with relative ease." B'Elanna just glared at her retreating form. "I need to re-consider taking you on another mission, Seven." she muttered, as she took off after her. -------------------------------------------------------------- Guinan took the child up into her arms to be able to run faster toward the exterior of the Borg ship. Their cover was blown so she wasted no time leading the 8472 behind her through the twisted maze of tunnels and conduits. "no! no! we gotta wait here for 7!" Naomi yelled. I pushed out of the ladys arms and stood still. "7 knos wher I am! Im not going anywher.." "Naomi... these are bad people here. They want nothing more than to assimilate us. That means that they don't know how to play very nice...Come on!" The hostess dragged Naomi by the arm to a large passage way. But Naomi bit her hand.. "Oww!" the hostess shouted and she let the child go. --------------------------------------------------------------- Nearby, Seven was thinking to herself :: If I were a 10 year old child, where would I hide?:: She stormed past the reactivating drones as they were coming alive in their individual alcoves. This was an all too familiar sight. The one thing she knew, she must NOT encounter the Queen. If they ran into her, they all could be lost. As she continued to run, B'Elanna shuddered. ::I keep forgetting how much this kind of place gives me the creeps:: She knew she had to be careful, for Seven's sake as well. ::I sure hope Seven knows where she's going:: ---------------------------------------------------------------- The Queen "watched" with amusement as the Voyager misfits tried to form some sort of escape plan. "Resistance is Futile.." She directed her minions to cut off all routes to Seven and her companion. They had no where else to go, but right into her lair. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Guinan sucked on her bloody hand and curbed her response to chide the little girl. ::She's just frightened. :: Suddenly the way ahead was clear of drones and it sloped into a high nexus chamber. It was glowing green and brown in sickening pulses.. :: uh oh.:: she thought with alarm. Guinan heard a scream from next to her and she found herself staring at Naomi's frightened face and pointing finger.. "Aaaahhh! Whats that?" the little girl whimpered. Guinan skidded to a halt. "My. my my. I do believe we've hit the end of the trail..." ---------------------------------------------------------------- B'Elanna was growing uneasy. And she sidled past yet another set of watching Borg drones.::We're being directed:: she thought. "They're leading us into a trap...go THROUGH them if you have to!" Seven stopped dead in her tracks a second later and turned to face B'elana, "We must turn back, we are being led straight to the Queen's chambers" "Fine." she responded. "Where do you suggest we go, then?" As they turned around and started running, B'Elanna saw two Borg coming up the corridor to them. She stretched her arms. "Great, I'm up for a workout." She started for the nearest Borg.. Seven was ready for this, physically anyway, mentally she was not sure. She watched as Belana reached out and body slammed her drone into the ground, with a very satisfying thud and a grin on her face. B'Elanna smiled. Oh how she loved her Klingon side in times like this. Blood racing; adrenalin pumping. "You got the next guy?" she asked as she continued on down the corridor. She knew that Seven lacked interpersonal skills, but didn't doubt her defensive capabilities. Seven extended her left arm and wrapped her implanted hand around the nearest borg neck. Using all her strength, she managed to lift him up and hold him against the wall, and squeezed the life out of him. "Resistance is NOT Futile!" she spat. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------. The Queen glanced at the young girl and older woman who had come stumbling into her annex. She did not feel they were worth her attention at the moment. She had bigger fish to fry. "Detain these for now, but do not let Seven of Nine escape." she ordered her nearest drone. Naomi's mind raced. ::I saw the robot reach for me and I got out the hollow dog.:: Molly rored and attackd the robots. "Sickim molly! Bite them!" The Queen looked up at the holographic animal lunging at her torso, she reacted.........wriggling herself out of the way.. The Speaker was nearest Guinan and Naomi. ITwas flailing furiously with tooth and claw with all of ITS feets and IT did heavy damage all around. Then something odd happened. ::What's this, this is?:: A familiar shadow fell on them all. The Speaker keened a great cry, seeing his next opponent. It was an 8472, laced with Borg implants.. Guinan fell to her knees as she felt her student lock into trance shock. ::No.:: Naomi jolted in fear. I saw the lady in the hat fall down. The purple monster was sad. ::What happend?:: I didnt kno what to do. "Molly! Molly! Get that Queen!" The Queen laughd to herself as she watched the young 8472 come face to face with one of its own. "Yes, little one, we have done the impossible, we have conqured the unconquerable.." The Speaker reflexively and suddenly closed off ITS link with all the minds in ITS range, including the tenuous link to Voyager. -------------------------------------------------------------- On the bridge, Janeway felt a terrible void fill where IT had been. She thought..... ::Uh. What was that?:: The captain rose and told Chakotay. "Weapons on line. Something has gone terribly wrong over there. I've just lost the Speaker." Voyager put up her shields and her weapons port glowed with energy. She was a dot against the bulk of the Borg Cube. The tiny vessel turned to face the behemoth nose forward. ::Come and play.:: Janeway thought to the Queen. ------------------------------------------------------------ A little further down the corridor, B'Elanna paused to catch her breath. ::Now we KNOW the queen wants us to go end up in her chamber. That's probably where our missing people are. We just need to devise a plan to break through their defenses and get everyone back. Time is running out!:: Seven watched Belana racing up the corridor ahead of her :: She does have stamina :: As she raced along, she knew she would have to deal with her only fear, directly, the form of the borg Queen. "Lt. Torres the chamber lies just ahead, use caution." B'Elanna slowed down, taking in the area ahead. She noticed many Borg in the chamber. ::Just great!:: She thought. She heard the commotion of the others fighting the Borg in the chamber. ::Ah, a distraction!:: "This might be just what we need, Seven. How do you suggest we proceed?" "With care." she replied. B'Elanna glanced at her, exasperated. ::I just love talking to her sometimes!:: "Guess we should just use the direct approach then." She began slowly advancing forward. They were suddenly there. B'Elanna shot into the Queen's chamber just as Guinan and Naomi and the 8472 did. Seven was right behind, and she stopped when faced with the image of a ghastly white 8472, thoroughly borgified. :: Thats impossible, we were never able to assimilate species 8472:: B'Elanna took in the scene, barely blinking. Spotting the girl, she called out, "Naomi! Everyone! We can't fight them all! Let's just get out of here!" Guinan shouted, "We can't! The Speaker is catatonic. We won't be able to wake him!" "Lets go! lets go! She'll get us!" Naomi cried. Seven stepped sideways blocking the path out. " It is useless to try and run, she has the passageways blocked all the way to the outer hull, we must stand and fight." B'Elanna whirled around. "Are you crazy? There's no way we can fight this whole cube! We just need to get to the coordinates and back to Voyager!" "Chicken!" Naomi shouted at the Queen as Molly lunged at her yet again. The queen turned and gave the sprawled animal a look of disgust, and shifted her weight on her hands on her guide bars. ::The dog has missed its target and is now stunned.:: she observed.:: Inefficient programming.:: She waited as her heavy machinery lowered her into her body. "Seven of Nine, how nice to see you again." she said once she felt the torso hooks bite deep into her skin at the end of her transformation. She took a step forward and pinned Molly underneath her boot clad foot. The dog, so programmed to, yelped in surprise. Naomi screamed, "Stop it!" --------------------------------------------------------------- On the bridge, Janeway's instinct began to boil over into the red zone.. "Tuvok,.. fire a warning shot across their bow and then into it. I want divided attention here. Target the Cube's lighting array. I want cover for the away team. Now! Do it! " the captain shouted. "I want to see pitch black inside every node. Fire!" Orange spheres of fire lanced out of Voyager and finally struck. Janeway saw the flickering power grid over on the screen . ::Well, what do you know.. It worked! B'Elanna , get the lead out.:: she wished fervently. ::I can't do anything more.:: --------------------------------------------------------------- B'Elanna noticed the flickering of the lights, then blackness. "Now!" she screamed. "Let's move!" She ran forward and picked up the Speaker in a fireman's carry. Guinan, Naomi and Torres shot out of the chamber in a hurry. The Queen was startled at the sudden blackness, and heard the sounds of her prisoners racing away. She used her thoughts to direct her drones to fix the power problem. It corrected itself in moments. As the lights came up again, the Mistress of the Drones looked at where her prey had been. All were gone,.. except Seven of Nine. Seven looked up at the queen, "You have me. Let the others go." The Queen regarded Seven with an icy stare, "Your precious Janeway isn't here to save you this time." The Queen smiled. Seven shuddered inside as she realized Janeway couldn't help her, ::Voyager has no idea what is happening over here, the only way I can survive is to think like her. :: --------------------------------------------------------- Guinan helped B'Elanna support the Speaker's weight between them. They had come some distance away from the Nexus chamber when the eerie glow of normal power distribution returned overhead. It was then the four of them knew something was wrong. Seven was no longer with them. "Where is she?" Guinan breathed. The Speaker grimaced, shaking awake and IT mindspeaked, ::I's feels her..She wills become them..in the soon to be, Otherminds.. She will be a Souless One..:: B'Elanna thought it was unusual that there was no pursuit. Then she had a realization of the true nature of the 8472's words. He hadn't been mumbling incoherently after all. "Seven! She wants Seven! This is what all of this has been about!" The hologram Delta Flier Naomi had homed in upon, the driving they now had suffered while being pushed into the Queen's chambers,.. all had one purpose. B'Elanna figured it out, "She knew she had to go back for Seven someday., If for anything, just for the knowledge Seven had of Voyager systems." B'Elanna gently eased the Speaker down. Turning to her companions, she said, "I'm going back for Seven!" "no! no! I dont want 7 to be a robot! Im going with you!" Naomi yelled. B'Elanna lowered herself to one knee. "I'll do everything I can to make sure she doesn't bcome a robot again. Don't worry. But I need you to stay with Guinan, ok?" Naomi studied the Klingon woman's face carefully and then thought, ::I knew the engneer wuld do everythng to help my friend.:: I hugged her hard. Returning the child's hug, B'Elanna smiled. "I'll be right back." she said and took off back down the corridor. Guinan did not cheapen the Seven's or the Engineer's sacrifice.. she made the outer hull plating walls in record time with the Speaker and Naomi in tow with no further encounters with searching Borg. "Speaker, now! Reach the captain or HOME. I don't care. Just get us out of here." she told IT. ::I's trys in the now.:: IT said. Hovering outside, the living ship "heard" and reached with cloying energies, pulling the three castaways free of the Cube. Seven and the holodog were now left truly alone with the Queen. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Upon returning to the chamber, B'Elanna realized the other drones had disappeared. It was only Seven and the Queen she saw in a face off. ::What is Seven doing? She's compromising the mission! I knew she wouldn't adapt!:: Torres decided to ignore the Queen for now. "Seven," she badgered, "What are you doing? Are you suicidal?" She ran and grabbed Seven's arm.. which Seven promptly shrugged off. "Let's get out of here! You can play with your Queen friend some other time." B'Elanna concluded angrily. She was becoming frustrated, and she knew it was affecting her judgment. Molly disappeared, its tortured simulation of pain having run its course to sickening completion. The holodog left its emitter to clatter to the floor plating. B'Elana knew how important it was to get out of there as soon as possible. Naomi's recovery had been accomplished. She had carried a definite feeling for several minutes now that she and Seven were the only ones left on the Cube. Ignoring Belana, Seven kept her eyes on the Queen, lost in an internal mental battle. The Queen's laugh echoed around the annex musically, "Seven, who's your little friend? Does she want to join you in the Collective Mind?" B'Elanna sighed, ::I don't believe I'm doing this twice in one day:: She had had enough of these mind games. Walking over, she bodily lifted Seven and started for the exit. The Queen promptly terminated their resistance with a frown by sending a strong energy pulse through the deck plating. B'Elanna and Seven were both shocked into unconsciousness. -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) *animated* gif : Voyager firing photons. *animated* gif : Borg Cube losing power ********************************************************** From: goldeengirl1 Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Unexpected Visits Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2000 21:49:21 +0100 Damar walked down the brightly lit Federation corridor as quietly as he could keeping as closely as he could to the side. He quickly glanced back to see the whereabouts of Lamat'Ukan, the Jem Hadar solder that was transported with him to this Starfleet ship. The solder blinked when Damar looked in his direction and stared back blankly. They hadn't seen any Starfleet personnel, which was lucky for them, because they'd most likely be dead now, them being the enemy. ::Whoever, or whatever brought us here will pay!:: Damar thought in the still silence of the ship. The only sound he could hear was from the engines, deep within the ship, humming softly. He glanced down a passageway that led off the main corridor they were now on, which lead to several rooms, and had a door at the very end of it. He narrowed his eyes in concentration. Should they take a chance and go into a room? He smirked in anticipation, and motioned for the Jem Hadar to follow him. He suddenly heard voices, were they approaching?, they were getting louder, which indicated that they were getting nearer; he would have to make a decision. Damar cursed under his breath ::If I get caught I'm dead anyway so I might as well go for it:: He held his breath as a door swished open and he looked inside. Thankfully it was only a transporter room, the important thing being, it was an UNMANNED transporter room. If only he had a location or a ship to transport to; he'd be safe. The Jem Hadar however, was hovering in the doorway. Damar almost gave themselves away as he grabbed hold of that stupid Lamat'Ukan, who seemed to be ill. He frowned as he grunted, "What's the matter with you?" The Jem Hadar just looked at him contempt oozing from his entire being. Damar shrugged his shoulders and looked around. The room was quiet and the temperature was not nearly high enough for his liking, it needed to be at least another 25 degrees higher, and then it would only just come close for his particular requirements. "Humans! Huh!" he muttered, no wonder they couldn't win anything, they couldn't even get the temperature right no wonder they lost control of Terok Nor. They didn't even get that right, 'Deep Space Nine' indeed, ha! Damar knew he had to work out where they were headed, and what vessel he was on only then could he make some sort of contingency plan. He went over to the main computer console. It had Federation writing and markings. He could make out some of the Terran script, and proceeded to tap away, looking for specifications. The computer sounded an alarm; #Authorization code level 5 and above required.# Damar tutted, even the terran computer systems were against him. The Jem Hadar was pacing the floor, obviously concerned at their predicament. Damar wondered just how much longer they would remain undetected. At that moment, the door opened and a young ensign entered. The Jem Hadar spun around to face the now shocked woman. Before she could communicate the situation, the Jem Hadar fired his weapon, leaving no trace of her, except a scorched mark on the carpet. Damar allowed a wry smile to cross his face. "Good timing." he commented. "Won't be long before she's missed. Better get on with it." He concentrated on the console, still smiling, scanning for any useful bit of information that he would be able to use to effect their escape, or to give them an advantage. *********************************************************************** END WEEK TWENTY EIGHT RECAP 08-30-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] WEEK TWENTY NINE RECAP 08-30-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] *************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" To: voyagerliveaction@egroups.com Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The unknown war... Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2000 23:43:36 SCT TANDEM post with "cassidy meyers" and "pattikeiper" VIA voyagerliveactionCHAT room... --------------------------------------------- >"Speaker, now! Reach the captain or HOME. >I don't care. Just get us out of here." she told IT. >::I's trys in the now.:: IT said. >Hovering outside, the living ship "heard" and reached with cloying >energies, pulling the three castaways free of the Cube. Voyager's bridge was in turmoil even though the people there were motionless. All eyes were rivoted to the main view screen that was showing the outside where the Borg Cube and living ship hung near the starship's concealing nebula. It was a one way window. Voyager's sensors could see out but the Borg outsiders saw nothing but a glowing morass of burning purple and pink cloud in return. Most definitely a saving grace. ::I hate waiting like this.:: Janeway thought for the hundredth time. ::Why don't they do something?:: (Meaning the away team.) The crew around her were jumpy, on their toes with anxious worry about possible retaliation from the Queen's Borg Cube following Voyager's lucky power grid disruption. That shot had blacked out all the lights on board their adversary's vessel for almost a half a minute. Even Tom dried moist hands on his trousers, never taking his eyes off the screen. "No change." he reported. The captain flicked her eyes toward Harry and the others clustered there around ops. "Keep a close watch on the Cube's energy output. I want to know the moment she t--" "Captain!" a lieutenant shouted. "The living ship is hailing us." "On screen. Box it.." she ordered. He wanted to leave the overhead view unimpeded. A smaller frame window drew itself in the lower center of the mainscreen, solidifying. A staticky wash of white noise greeted their ears inside this new window and those nearest it strained to see sense in the jumble of snow dancing before them. Three shapes finally resolved into satisfying clarity.. The forms proved to be Guinan, the Speaker, and Naomi. ::So far so good.:: Janeway sighed. Just as suddenly, the mind speaking link between the 8472 and all watching him from the bridge reestablished connection with startling clarity. ::I's have the child..:: It said. Janeway felt sweet success blossom and she allowed herself a gasp in relief, "Condition?" she asked. Guinan spoke up through the communcations tie-in. "She's a bit shaken emotionally but she's uninjured. Seven and B'Elanna, however, aren't so lucky..." The captain straightened in her chair, "Clarify..." The hostess put a hand on Naomi's shoulder when the little girl's face wrinkled in distress, adding quietly, "The Queen incapacitated them before they could get back into HOME's translocator range. HOME senses that they're both unconscious..." Janeway angled her head, thinking. "Can you place their last known position when you were first separated?" "Yeah. I can." Guinan whispered. "In the Queen's annex, right under her nose surrounded by Borg drones." Her anger burned brightly with her observation. Janeway breathed out in frustration.."Speaker, can you risk your group returning back here to Voyager through your dimensional portal?" ::Yesss.. I moves HOME into the covering..:: It replied. ::HOME cannot touch the Voyager peoples in the Borg Place. A technology has hidden their scent and "feels.":: ::Wonderful.:: thought Harry sarcastically. ::All we did was just to trade hostages.:: On the viewer, HOME entered the nebula and went off screen as it aligned with the starship and out of range of the forward sensor array's pickups as she moved to flank Voyager. ::We comes...:: =^=Janeway to sickbay. I need you on the bridge, doctor. The away team is back.=^= she informed the EMH. =^=I'm on my way..=^= he answered. He shortly appeared from out of the bridge turbolift to its upper deck. He was already armed with two med techs and a medikit. "That was fast.." Janeway quipped. "You've beaten them here." "I.... didn't have much to do so I had a link tied to the bridge monitor and to Boothby.. He told me the moment the away team's situation changed." he added. Janeway nodded her approval. She spun around and faced forward as a peach flare announced an 8472 dimensional transference. Guinan, Naomi and the Speaker stumbled onto the carpeting forward of Tom's duty station, filthy and sweating and still breathing hard from their desperate run to safety. The captain sighed and put a hand on each of their shoulders as if to convince herself that they were well and truly real.. She knelt by Naomi, brushing tears off the little girl's cheek gently.. "It'll be o.k. You'll see. We'll get B'Elanna and Seven back.. It'll just take a little time." she promised. "I never abandon my crew, you know that ..." The doctor had completed his scan of the three. "They're clear. No sign of Borg nanoprobes in their systems. And no unexpected anomolous effects." ::That's what he thinks..:: Guinan snapped in the sanctity of her own head, ::I've got a raging case of the heebie jeebies.. That old Borg hag was creepy!:: she shuddered and gratefully accepted a wool blanket from one of the medics. She was cold. And so was the little girl hanging onto Janeway's trousers. Guinan helped the medic wrap the child up warmly. "You did good, kid. You stayed UN-as-SIM-ilated..." she said to her with a borg like teasing tone. Naomi laughed at the comment, finally relaxing. Janeway picked her up and handed Naomi over to a security guard. "Return her back to her mother.." and aside, mouthing words to the security head without speaking, "Make sure she doesn't repeat this little adventure." She kissed the child on top of her head. "Get some sleep." the captain told her aloud. " I'll keep you posted." Already, Naomi was nestled in the security guard's arms, blinking wearily..She nodded. "Underst--,...Aunti- captain." "Good." the captain breathed as she watched as Naomi was conveyed off the bridge. She winked at her before the doors shut between them.. and put on a fake smile. Then she let her "alls well" facade erected for Naomi's benefit drop into an intense seriousness. She looked to Guinan. She had moved next to Chakotay, who was leaning on the metal railing near him for its support. The EMH was scanning her once more and anticipated the captain's questioning gaze. He said, "Nothing that a hot bath and solid food won't fix.." he replied. "Just a little hypothermia. The Borg are rather fond of tundra like conditions on their ships if you recall." he retorted. The doctor looked at Guinan with a no bones attitude, "You, should report to your quarters to rest and recuperate until morning. Remember, you were almost dead day before yesterday..." "Captain?" the hostess inquired, wanting to do more. Janeway shook her head, "We'll do without you for a while, Guinan. Your help to Naomi and this crew has been invaluable." Silently, Guinan took her leave of the bridge , "I'll be watching through Boothby. Call if I can do anything at all." Captain Janeway nodded gravely, and dismissed her. Sh turned to her third recoveree. The Speaker's condition, of course, was fine. ::He can survive in the vacuum of outer space so what's a little refrigeration on board a Borg Cube going to really do?:: the captain thought. "So, what's the next step?" She asked of the bridge crew around her, "The sooner I get to Seven and B'Elanna, the better." "Now would be nice." the EMH scoffed, "Who knows how serious that electrical shock they received from the Queen's counter attack has been." That sobered the captain and filled her with a stark dread. The bridge erupted back into reconnaissance activity full speed at that frank comment from their EMH. He was proving to be their merciless reality check.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Meanwhile,.....in Transporter room two.. >The Jem Hadar spun around to face the now shocked woman. >Before she could communicate the situation, the Jem Hadar fired his >weapon, leaving no trace of her, except a scorched mark on the carpet. > Damar allowed a wry smile to cross his face. "Good timing." he >commented. "Won't be long before she's missed. Better get on with it." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry looked up from his console, "Captain! Weapons fire has just been detected on Deck Eight.." "Our shields?!" Janeway barked. "They're up, fully powered..." Harry said with a frown. "I don't understand." Janeway didn't hestitate. "Erect a security containment field around that section. Security, Intruder alert.." ::Don't tell me, more temporal visitors.. Only this time not so accomodating.:: The amber bar lit around the bridge and a muted claxon sounded once at her call for changed defcon status. "The Queen may have taken advantage of her acquired knowledge of Voyager to send drones... Identify the weapon's signature." she added. Harry frowned again, hitting his console, "I don't recognize it.. It's not Borg, or.. anything I've seen before." Boothby spoke suddenly..."Captain. It Jem'Hadar.. from one of their assault hand weapons. They're used in standard surveillance and defense patrols on Cardassian Deep Space stations.." "Cardassian... and the Jem'H--Jem'Had--?" Janeway asked uncertainly.. "You haven't encountered the Jem'Hadar yet.." Boothby went on.."They're a particularly nasty foot soldier race hired by the Obsidian Order via the Founders... This Jem'Hadar is from a Federation War you didn't know was brewing when you and your crew were lost." The old man's face moved closer on the view screen, "Scan your crew complement, captain. They are very proficient killers, kept in line by a drug named Ketrocel White. They never miss their targets...." "Do it.." she told the room abroad, "Locate any new alien lifesigns." Janeway told Boothby and her crew. Tuvok spoke, "I'm reading two in transporter room two. Deck eight. The same deck the weapons fire has ocurred upon." "Tom, shut down those transporter controls." Harry Kim told his console tied, partner, Tom Paris.. The helmsman quickly did so. Tuvok's report went on.."One lifesign is Cardassian.. The other may be of the Jem'Hadar race Boothby is proposing. And , captain, ...the bioflag on the ensign on duty there is no longer registering..." "What? Doctor.. confirm.." she spat.::Oh, h*ll in a handbasket. Please,..no....:: Janeway quailed. "I'm afraid he's right. I just checked the database. Her lifesigns trace altered two minutes ago just when the weapons fire was detected. I'm sorry, captain. She's probably dead." the EMH concluded. "Da*n.. I'm going down there... Anyone care to join me?" Several people on the bridge joined her by the turbolift.. "Lieutenant, " she called to a blond haired man nearest her. The captain jerked her head. "Take the conn. And keep an eye on our Borg friends out there... Work on a way for us to recover Seven of Nine and B'Elanna Torres.." "Aye aye, captain." he acknowledged. ::I's stay heres. HOMES and I's continues to "reach" to the Voyagerpeoples to "translocate" thems to safeness. The Souless ones cannot hold guard for all times..:: Janeway nodded to the Speaker, "Let me know the moment your energies get through the Queen's defenses.." -------------------------------------------------------------------- Everyone moved down the corridor on deck eight cautiously. Two security men were hugging the walls just outside the containment field obstructing the passageway leading into the transporter room. They nodded to Janeway and the people who chose to come with her. It was safe enough to approach the field. The captain could see the second field on the other side still glowing eerily. It had not been compromised yet. That meant that the two alien intruders were still in the transporter room within the two security field barriers, cornered. The room's turbo doors were propped open... ::Dangerous situation..:: Janeway thought drawing out her phaser, she hugged a wall and came inches away from the barrier, she called out, loudly.. "This is Captain Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager.. Lower your weapons and show yourselves and you will not be harmed.." she shouted. "Know that you transported here against your will by someone else. My crew is not to blame." Aside she turned and whispered to a security guard. "Rig an anesthezine canister into their life support vent in there. I want to be able to put them to sleep at the first sign of trouble." Very soon, it was done. The tranquilizing gas trigger was routed through the security officer's tricorder. One touch of a button from his scanner and the gas would be released inside the containment field. "Easy, captain." the EMH warned, "I don't have any data on the Jem'Hadar.. How do we know this gas isn't lethal to him?" "Well, he's been pretty dam*ed lethal to the ensign, now hasn't he..?" Janeway fired back.. The holodoc went quiet and just watched silently after that. There came two shadows on the carpeting from movement from within the transorter room... "Captain?" Everyone jumped at the sound of the doc's voice. He was oblivious to their reactions however... " I'll see you in sickbay. I've a medical emergency to deal with. I've just gotten a remote hail from the computer." "Fine. See you later, doctor." the captain acknowledged. The EMH disappeared back to sickbay.. Janeway, and everyone else with her, levelled their phasers and waited for the intruders who owned those shadows to appear. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : A pissed Janeway with a phaser rifle cocked. Image : Naomi safely reunited with her mom, Samantha. Image : Tom Paris in deep thought. ********************************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Thomas Riker - rebel with a cause Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2000 17:22:57 +0100 Thomas Riker swings his pick-ax for what feels like the billionth time and hits the rockface, only succeeding in chipping away a few stones. *God da*n these sadistic cardassian b*st*rds* he thinks wearily, his lips dry and cracked. He throws the ax down and wanders a couple of steps over to the nearest 'spoon-head'. "What do you want, human?" the cardassian guard says in obvious disgust. "You know what I want" Tom says, his eyes narrowed. The cardassian smirks. "Your next water ration isn't for another hour." Tom shakes his head. "It's now!" he says emphatically "It's whenever I tell you, human" the guard snaps. "Now get back to work." Tom glares at him and comes to a decision. The guard watches, chuckling as the puny human shuffles back to his position and picks up his ax once more. He turns away and starts walking across the cavern floor towards a frail looking Bajoran man. The next moment he feels a thud in the middle of his back and suddenly finds it difficult to breathe. He gasps as he sees the business end of a pick-ax coming out of his chest, smeared with red. As he stumbles to the floor, he turns to see his killer, smirking with the same amusement he'd displayed only seconds before. Tom steps forward, grabs the guard's dagger and kneeling down, buries it into the guard's head, all the way to the hilt. The other prisoners stand there for a second unable to believe what's just transpired, then a loud cheer erupts from another human further down the line. The cheer is infectious, all the other prisoners joining in. Tom grins then grabs the electronic key from the corpse's belt, unfastening his hand-shackles. He quickly runs over to the other prisoners, pointing the key and freeing them. After half a minute, he presses the key in the hands of a Bajoran and rushes back to the body, this time retrieving the disruptor. It won't be long before the other spoonheads come down here to find out what all the commotion is about - he needs to be ready. He'd spent too long waiting for their captors to grow complacent enough to just leave one guard on duty, only to mess up now. As the last prisoner is freed of his shackles, heavy footfalls signal the arrival of the cavalry. As the first cardassian pokes his head into the cavern, Tom presses hard on the disruptor, a green beam blowing his head off. The other soldiers are momentarily surprised at meeting armed resistance, but overcome it and come in with disruptors blazing. Ragged escapees are cut down, but the mass is too much for the soldiers to take out all at once. The former prisoners soon descend upon them, exacting bloody revenge for their cruel captivity. Tom scrambles to the entranceway and shepherds people through to the blazing heat of the surface. One young human though is panicking. "What now? The Cardassian garrison will surely come for us when their men don't report back in on schedule. Where are we supposed to go without transport?" Tom puts a hand on his shoulder. "Transport is already arranged. A stolen runabout is hidden on the dark side of the moon. All I have to do is contact it using the Cardassian communications equipment." The man gulps, but nods. Tom rushes over to the dead soldiers' camp and easily finds the comm-unit. He taps pads, sending an encoded message on a frequency he knows the runabout's computer will be monitoring. The garrison will still detect the off-world transmission, but they should be gone by the time the cardassians know what's happened. Ten minutes pass and Tom starts getting restless himself. This is going to be close. Finally he sees a glint on the horizon. The outline of the stolen runabout becomes visible. A minute later, the thrusters automaticaly cut and the craft lands. The escapees crowd the ship, pushing and shoving to get on. "One at a time" Tom shouts. As the line of people embark though, the distinctive noise of a hover-truck can be heard. He realises they aren't all going to make it. Tom yells to the three other escapees he gave the spare disruptors that he found in the camp to. "We need to hold them off while everyone gets on board." The three he knows as being maquis from other cells, nod in unison. The leader of the cardassian soldiers gapes as he sees the prisoners outide, boarding what looks like a Federation runabout. He tries to get through to the guards again, but fails. "We must assume our comrades are dead" he spits. "Kill on sight, but leave some alive for trial. We must set an example to discourage further escapes." The hover-truck halts and the cardassians spill out, raising their disruptor rifiles and firing with abandon. Tom and the others do their best to provide covering fire, but the soldiers are getting closer. A shot scorches the outside of the runabout. Tom turns to see the last escapee cram himself inside and gestures to the others. The other maquis make a break for it, but one of them gets caught by a carefully aimed lance of light. He hits the dust, clearly dead from the gaping hole in his back, already cauterising with the heat of the blast. "NO!" Tom shouts in anger and stops to fire back at his friend's murderer. "TOM!" The last maquis shouts from the runabout. Tom runs sideways, making sure he picks off the cardassian bastard who killed Jason before he arrives at the runabout. As the bay door closes though, a lucky shot squeezes through. Tom howls as the shot rips open his shoulder. As he slumps to the ground, he hears Teron tell someone to launch the ship. The feeling of the runabout lifting off the ground is his last experience before pain and exertion combine to push him into unconsciousness... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thomas is somewhat disorientated as he comes round. As his mind becomes alert though, he jumps up, preparing himself for anything. What he sees confuses him - a pristine looking medical bay, obviously Federation in design. *Did we make it?* he wonders. It's then he see a bald-headed man to his right, wearing Starfleet uniform, the blue band across the shoulders indicating medical department. **************************************************************************** From: "Cat Cegla" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Elementary, my dear Janeway... Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2000 12:47:24 -0500 Q shook his head in disgust. ::My dear Kathryn, you're much smarter than this. The answer to at least one of your problems is staring your right in the face, and yet you do not take advantage of it. In fact, you mull around, playing with your new 'visitors'. Send one of your peons to deal with them while you take care of the more serious problems.:: He stretched out with just a tad bit of his 'recovering' powers and tapped her mind in a way nearly identical to what he had done to Worf earlier. In ship's time, barely half a second would pass, but in her mind, he had all the time in the world to explain what needed to be done. He knew they needed Voyager and a large majority of its crew to carry out their plan of escape. If it wasn't for that one tiny little need, he wouldn't have bothered with the whole thing. They got themselves into this mess, and they could get themselves out. Then again, he always did sort of have a thing for sweet Kathryn. To the Captain's eye, Q now appeared before her, seemingly unscathed by all the events that had occurred up to this point. "Care for a little advice?" "Q. What are you doing here?" she demanded. "Just offering a bit of help, free of charge even," he smiled. "You seem to have gotten yourself in quite the prediciment, and despite what you may think, I do care for the condition of your ship and crew." He began to pace, like a teacher lecturing a student. "You are currently pondering over a certain little situation involving your dear Seven of Nine and a certain Borg ship, am I right?" Her only reply was stoney silence. Not that it mattered to him. "Well, I should say that is at least one of the things you are pondering and the reason I initiated this little meeting," he corrected himself. "The answer should be perfectly clear, and yet it has eluded you, so I am here to point out a few facts. If you can't connect the dots from there, I fear you never should have graduated from that Federation school of yours." Again he smiled, but did not wait for any response. "Fact one - Seven is on the Borg ship with a Queen that wants assimilate her back into the collective. Fact two - To assimilate her, or simply to gather any information from her, a link must be made. Fact three - The Borg ship has an assimilated 8472. Fact four - this was never able to be accomplished within your own timeline and your own reality. Do you see where I'm going here?" He sighed. Maybe he was being too subtle. Then again, maybe Kathryn got his point and was simply hiding it well - it could be so hard to tell sometimes. "With all the different timelines and realities crossing in this place, things may not quite be what they seem. The knowledge Queenie has of the Federation may not be accurate in this reality, at least not for *your* Federation. You need to discover what information she has about you, your ship and your ship's capabilities so you will know what to use against her. Why not use that 'Speaker' of yours to tap into Seven's mind and nudge her into doing something? Do it right and Queenie will never know. Seven can search the Borg archives and report back once she frees herself and that Klingon mutt she's with." ::There, was that subtle enough for her?:: He turned as if to walk away, then turned back. "I know you have no reason to trust me, my dear Kathryn. But know this, despite the trouble I have caused in the past, I do have Voyager's best interests at heart." With that, he disappeared with a flash, leaving no traces of himself save the memories in the Captain's mind. *********************************************************************** From: goldeengirl1 Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Waiting Game Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2000 20:44:59 +0100 Damar had just been getting used to the Federation controls in the transporter room, using them to find out anything he could about the ship they were now on, the specifications, crew compliment, weapon compliment, location to the nearest Cardassian/Dominion base and/or any other relevant information he could use to try and get back to Terok Nor. Suddenly, the console went black, and the Cardassian shouted in frustration and banged it with his fist. The Jem Hadar looked up at him and frowned, as though Damar had disturbed him from something important. "Someone has disabled the transport controls and computer database in this room." he explained. Lamat'Ukan growled, and started to pace again. "I wish you'd stop doing that!" Damar exclaimed in anger, but the solder paid no attention to Damar's annoyance and continued pacing. Damar sighed and sat down on the transporter pad, knowing full well they were probably blocked off with forcefields now, so he just waited in silence, watching Lamat'Ukan pace the room. It didn't take long until the transporter room door opened slowly, propped open by some unseen force. He heard a voice... >Janeway called out loudly... > "This is Captain Janeway of the Federation Starship >Voyager.. Lower your weapons and show yourselves and >you will not be harmed.." Damar glanced over to the Jem'Hadar, who had suddenly frozen in his pacing and stared at the half open door, trying to determine where exactly the voice had come from. Lamat'Ukan slowly walked next to Damar and snarled, as though waiting for their next move. "Take it easy." Damar mouthed silently, knowing full well how Jem Hadar can lose their self control when an enemy was so close. He spotted a Federation tricorder on a nearby shelf and walked over to pick it up. He thought for a moment before scanning; Starship Voyager... where had he heard of that name before?, it seemed somewhat familiar. >"Know that you transported here against your will by someone >else. My crew is not to blame." she shouted. He frowned at the statement of the female voice when it stated, 'My crew is not to blame' and seriously doubted it. They were at war with one another and they 'Weren't to blame' for being an a Starfleet ship, surrounded by Starfleet crew, each with Starfleet weapons?! He brought the tricorder to where he had been standing a few seconds ago, and opened it. It confirmed that their were five lifesigns beyond the wall, each one with a phaser rifle. He frowned and wondered what to do. He looked back at Lamat'Ukan, and he was holding his rifle tightly, keeping it as close to him as possible, shaking slightly as he waited with baited breath. A few minutes went by as Damar debated what exactly to do. He made up his mind on a plan. "OK, after three." Damar stated in a low whisper. The Jem Hadar nodded in reply, understanding what to do. "1... 2... 3..." ************************************************************************ From: "Fran Catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] In the Lion's Den Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2000 04:46:30 GMT On the Borg Cube, B'Elanna was regaining consciousness. ::What the?:: she thought. She wasn't sure exactly what sensation had awoken her. She was sore all over. She couldn't think of a place on her body that did not hurt. ::I need a vacation!:: she moaned. Looking back, she realized she had been right. In her haste to get away, her judgment had been affected. She should have never turned her back on the Borg Queen. She surveyed her surroundings. She was in a small chamber with various types of metal objects around her. Very dank. And very, very cold. She shuddered. She started to get a hopeless feeling in her gut. Finally, she centered her observations to her person. She felt strange attachments on her face and right arm. ::Why hadn't I noticed that before?:: she wondered. ::This is it; I'm going to be assimilated.:: So, what had stopped them? No one was in the chamber with her. Noting the progress that had been made so far, she knew they could have assimilated her easily before she had even regained consciousness. ::They probably did this to just immobilize me; maybe even to hold as a bargaining chip against Voyager::, she rationalized. The lonely, hopeless feeling grew inside her. She was doomed to spend eternity here, as a borg. Suddenly, her Klingon half kicked in. NO! She was a warrior and a Klingon. She would not let them take her over! She had so much going for her right now. She was a member of a starship crew, who had become family to her. And, then there was Tom Paris... Shaking her head, she focused on her last concern. Where was Seven? Realizing they would re-assimilate her only made Torres frustrated. They had completed their mission, and Seven had to go back and do a last stand at the OK corral with the Borg Queen. ::Where had THAT come from? I must be spending too much time in Tom's holodeck programs.:: she mused. It had been enough to make her smile, which was painful, considering the various hard, cold items of metal on her face. She felt rather than heard them come back into the room. "We are the borg...resistance is futile", they said. They said? No, she had felt it. ::NO!:: Her mind screamed. It was too late. As they circled the platform she was laying on, she felt a sharp pain in her temple. Then, the darkness closed in and unconsciousness reclaimed her again. **************************************************************************** End TWENTY NINE RECAP 08-31-2K WEEK THIRTY RECAP 08-31-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ***************************************************** From: patti keiper Date: Thu Aug 31, 2000 10:54am Subject: Going places....on furry (or newly metallic) feet... Spot was on edge. First, his handy dandy little peoples talker, the Speaker, got himself dragged away by the Guinanperson to God knows where... and then the REST of the crew goes running off down to pursue yet another new set of arrivals to the Voyagership. It was enough to make any decent cat cough up a hairball. He laced his ears back.::Well, at least, that DOG is gone.:: Spot ansed across the bridge, pouncing on all fours on the door to get them to open for him. He paced into the turbolift. ::Ahem, ... Speaker? Get me to you, o.k.? I know you're busy and all but I haveta be there to "talk" to them peoples 'member?:: Spot felt the Speaker acquiesce and set the turbolift into motion by conferring with Boothby. Soon, the red tabby was there on the "Deck eight" place. His curiosity shot into overdrive when he saw all the peoples around a pair of glowing walls. They smelled like they were afraid or even mad. ::Maybe they found a stranger who bites!:: the cat reasoned. He saw that they had out their "teeths" which bite with light and they were aimed at the middle place inside the glowing walls. He sat down to watch a safe distance away.... The leaderpeople woman meowed a yowling full of authority to the unseen peoples in the cage. >>> "This is Captain Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager.. Lower >>>your weapons and show yourselves and you will not be harmed.." Spot cocked his head. This was going to be interesting. He NEVER remembered minding his own dam.. He wasn't so sure that the newcomers would pay mind to this ship's dam either... Then Spot saw Janeway turn as the shadows grew larger. He raised his whiskers as he saw the captain notice those shadows as well. They were holding teeth of their own.. "Boothby," the captain said to the image on one wall display near her. "Can these Cardassian or Jem'Hadar weapons cut through these forcefields at all?" The program was frank, "No, you've set them beyond that possibility. Any shot will not get through." Kathryn whirled, issuing this to the Voyager crew around her "Everyone, put your weapons down on the floor. I don't want to appear hostile in any way. We're covered here, just remember the anesthezine gas we've rigged in there. Don't betray any sudden movement, even if these two should fire at us." she glanced at Boothby, "I hope you're information is right Boothby, or your reputation goes right out the window starting now.." "Captain, I'm crushed.." Boothby teased..then he silenced for their benefit. Janeway set her own rifle down and watched as all around her did the same. She placed a boot on it, further carrying the image of non hostility. She spread her hands wide as she heard the Cardassian and the Jem'Hadar utter a count and burst out into the hallway fully armed.... They were all face to face, the visitors armed to the hilt and the natives,... Damar thought..::Totally defenseless??:: He saw the human woman speak, "You two, believe me when I tell you. We are NOT your enemy here." She went on, "You've gotten enough information from Voyager's systems to know you are now in the DELTA Quadrant.... Tell me, has your knowledge of the Federation supported the idea that we've advanced forces way out to here, seventy thousand light years from home?" Damar and the Jem'Hadar blinked but stayed guarded, not moving their line of aim with the strange woman captain one millimeter. Janeway went on, "I have no knowledge of your war.. We've been lost out here for five years. Now, we're trapped inside an anomaly called the carousel coordinate with no way out and with Borg vessels surrounding our hiding place in a nebula.." She stepped forward, spreading her hands even wider, "I seek peaceful co-existence my friends. If you should decide otherwise, plan on taking a little nap... until you reconsider." The Cardassian glanced at the Jem'Hadar who was twitching and foaming a bit and he didn't know the reason why.. Damar opened his mouth and said,... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Right then, in a microsecond universe, Janeway felt Q enter her mind and propose his wild theory about the 8472 Borg, and his ponderings in general.. ::Uh.:: she flinched, struggling to take the intrusive mental pill in. Soon she was able to think clearly.. All around her people seemed to be frozen.. ::It's Q's mental squirt.. They're not slowed down.. I'm accelerated here to hear this....:: Before Q turned to "leave", Janeway shot back a squirt of her own.. ::I see your point, Q. But alternate timeline or not, the Queen has that tactical datapadd from THIS Voyager ship, regardless of what timeline we are now in, she has accurate information about it. We're still in the same horrid mess.:: The captain winced at the psychic stickiness in her head and sent more, ::And the Queen will know the moment we sic the Speaker to probe that 8472 drone's mind. She'll never allow us to part with any of its thoughts for long.. What would we hope to gain? Her motives seem clear enough.. Assimilate anyone who turns up, but I'll keep your views in mind....:: Janeway added one more, ::I AM coming back for you all. It's just that the wasp's nest of your assimilated Q planet requires delicate handling before it's approached again. I don't want this ship ending up like the Learned Ones.. extinct.. Thanks for the tip.. A little 8472 linking might show us where Seven and B'Elanna are.. As soon as we get them back, we're on your doorstep like the morning datapadd. See you then.:: Then Q was gone and Janeway found herself back in the standoff with Damar and the fidgeting Jem'Hadar. ::O.k., where were we here....:: Janeway began.. Nearby, Spot lashed his tail with anticipation. -------------------------------------------------------------------- On the Borg Cube, deep inside. >She felt rather than heard them come back into the room. "We are the >borg...resistance is futile", they said. They said? No, she had felt it. >::NO!:: Her mind screamed. It was too late. As they circled the platform >she was laying on, she felt a sharp pain in her temple. Then, the darkness >closed in and unconsciousness reclaimed her again. A sound of whimpers and licking aroused her from the dark. Molly had reactivated and found her here just a few minutes before. She had done what she could to help the Klingon, nudging and pulling to rouse her and chasing off the drones moving in on her table.. The holodog saw now its efforts had been rewarded and laid a golden head down on B'Elanna's shoulder, peering eagerly into Torres's eyes.. ::Hey pooch..:: the engineer thought blearily..::Go fetch me some bandaids, huh? Oww!!:: B'Elanna shifted, and blinding pain shot through her body from the growing implants, and the blackness threatened once more. Almost immediately, a burgeoning rush of warmth dispelled that void, absolutely.. B'Elanna's pain was cut off, abruptly. She opened her eyes.. A face was there full of sadness and longing. It was q. The one who made the captain and Seven die to retrieve Guinan from the Harbringer's realm. ::Didn't he run off on a race with his "predator" Thanatos pursuing him?:: Torres wondered. "Yes. But I am here now..." q grinned.. "Oooo, they've done a real piece of work on you.." he remarked peering at the metal protuberances jutting out from B'Elanna's body. He fingered a temple implant and she flinched.. "Don't worry.. I've suspended the processing and healed any surgical incisions. You won't be hurting any more and no, they don't have you .....yet." Torres wanted to know why q had come for her but before she could ask, he anticipated her question. "Because they can be so cruel... these Borg.. They have no concept of isolation and despair... like we both have.. I was where you are,.. on an exam table, for six hundred years, waiting for the end that never came.." he trailed off morosely... "The pre-assimilation process is most painful as you know now, even for a q... Hmmmm and just now.. I was just jogging by, having just learned that Thanatos had given up on me, when I saw you here.... becoming Frankenstein.. " He breathed grandly. "I may be q but even I stop for the fluttering bird with a broken wing, falling from the nest. Especially this particular nest,.." he frowned distainfully. " Believe me, I've been there..." He past a glowing hand over B'Elanna and her restraints snapped open. "Why don't you.. snoop around a bit and find that little blondie of yours. Might be kind of fun.. " He noticed Molly regarding him with a mixture of hostility and then open curiosity as his given aid to B'Elanna confused her protective programming protocols. q patted the holodog's head, .."Nice imager on this little muttling. But these holopets have a tendency to wink out at the first sign of trouble.. I could get you the real thing.." he offered the slowly rising Torres.. The engineer gripped a particularly heavy appendage jutting halfway out of her shoulder. She shifted her weight to counter balance it and stood, groaning.. She looked down taking stock of the changes to her person.. She counted seventeen implants encrusted all over her. ::Ooo weee you're a mess, girl.:: she thought. B'Elanna fixed q with a you've-done-quite-enough glare with the cock of her metallic head. q threw up his hands, "O.k. o.k. No real dog.. She'd only get assimilated in a pico anyway in that corporeal form. She's doing fairly well here just as she is.....I was only trying to help.." He turned to leave down a conduit passageway.. "Oh.. and don't worry about being taken by these piggy drones here. I've put an end to that. Only if the Queen herself exerts an attempt will it all take." He gestured at B'Elanna's prothestics. "I just wanted to stop your pain." He chided, gripping her chin and baby talking.."Poor thing...." he sighed, "I don't mind it in myself,.. but seeing it in others kind of makes the skin crawl, you know what I mean..? " He pointed,.. "Seven's down that way.. With your new temple implant you should be able to home in on her mind easily. Enjoy your bionics, love.. They're heavy but they're a whole lot of fun... See what you can do with them.." he grinned mischieviously. "I've left just enough inside of you to keep Queenie off your back for a while.. Take advantage of it." And with that, B'Elanna's omnipotent benefactor departed. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : B'Elanna blacked out in a tank top. Image : Q , looking up, smirking from his work with a device in front of him. Audio : Q- "Well now isn't this just fine...Humans aren't supposed to be in this quadrant for another hundred years... q- I didn't bring them here.. Nothing to do with me..... Q- How did you get out, q ? J- I'm afraid we're responsible for that. Q- Oh,.. Well, I guess that's what we get for having a woman in the captain's seat... ******************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] More than meets the eye... Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2000 01:39:33 SCT The holodoc smiled smugly.. This new man was the reason he had returned to sickbay. That disruptor blast had been nasty, and the man's vitals low, but his condition had been easily reversed. Right down to the nasty pink shiner and laceration he had worn on his face.. "Welcome back, mister...." the doc probed for info.. "ughhh..." Thomas Riker grimaced. "Hmmm. Not quite awake I see." the doctor frowned. "Well, that's to be expected five minutes after taking a Federation disruptor shot on the shoulder.. Tell me,.. what on earth were you doing on a penal colony, Commander Riker.. Burns like yours are only from weapons that have been modified for prison colony purposes.... What were you doing? A little undercover for the Enterprise?" and he chuckled mildly. Thomas frowned.. ::This dude thinks I'm HIM.. Imagine that.:: He straightened in the biobed and looked around, pretending confusion and muteness for a bit to see what would happen. "Maybe you've hit your head harder than I thought, Commander. I'll check you out again." He started whistling a tuneless song. "Here's a little background that might be useful to you.... You're on the Starship Voyager and you're 70 years from home." the EMH told him, scanning his head with a bioprobe. "We are currently in a face off with two not too friendly Borg vessels and we have Q milling about like a pair of pesky midges as well as an 8472 ally of a race about which you probably know nothing. He looks like a dehydrated dinosaur.. Let's just say Species 8472 are the best Borg butt kickers in the Quadrant.." and he grinned. Thomas frowned at the medical doctor's awful sense of humor and pushed the bioprobe away, feigning dizziness symptoms to learn more from this odd individual. He felt no need to correct the doctor's misidentification of him just yet. He groaned again, flopping back down onto the biobed, rolling his eyes a bit. "My." the doc breathed, "You aren't any better. I couldnt've missed anything.... Captain Janeway's engineering crew have made extensive progress on my diagnostic subroutines.." ::A woman captain?:: Riker thought.. ::Haven't I been here before?:: He groaned again and pretended to slip back down into sleep. Riker relaxed, lying still. He felt the doc give him an injection that eased his pain but there was no tranquilizing agent in it. ::So far so good. Soon, I'll get rid of this bozo and really learn something. On my own....:: Shortly, the EMH left him alone in the medical bay, returning to his office to write up his report for the last away mission logs. Thomas first cracked one eye open, then the other... ::That was easy..:: he thought as he arose quietly from the bed. Thomas tested his arm and found it healed if a bit tingly from the doctor's ministrations. An edge of his patient gown caught a tool from the exam tray and it clattered to the floor, he whirled in alarm.. thinking he'd been heard. By accident, his hand struck the tiny dome which housed the doctor's holoemitter and it crashed to the floor, bouncing once. The emitter chip went flying and Riker was astonished to see the doctor sputter on and off again like a failing lightbulb in his office chair in a frozen caricature just before the EMH winked out altogether. ::What th-- He wasn't real? Just what kind of ship is this?:: T. Riker thought picking up the little emitter chip and peering at it. Unthinking, he pocketed it. Riker wasn't in the clear yet. Someone else might have noticed the disturbance. He glanced around, saying aloud to the room, "I'm sorry, It was an accident..." to defend his innocence but he needn't have worried. No one else came running.. at all. Frowning in concentration and scooping up the rest of his clothes, Riker moved to investigate sickbay. ::Time for a little reconnaissance.:: he decided. -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : An unconscious, beaten up Thomas Riker in sickbay. Image : A talking EMH. ********************************************************** From: "April McGowan" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] My life for a ship Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2000 10:22:16 PDT Worf paced in his quarters, his frustration growing. He had a sense of where Dax and K'Ehleyr were, but he didn't know the exact coordinates or how in the world he could get to them. Or if he should. It was that last fact that was tormenting his Star Fleet sensibilities. He knew he SHOULD go to the Captian with all of this information, but it just wasn't in him to do so. She looked to be one that would hold to Federation principles, and not wanting to disrupt the time line, would not hesitate to send both his wife and his previous mate back to their time lines, and in doing so, back to their deaths. His mind focused suddenly on Alexander. Could he ever explain that he had let his mother die a second time? No. He shook that thought away, he couldn't let his emotions rule his decisions. He continued pacing, faster now, wondering how he could get a run-about off the ship before anyone stopped him. He felt if he could see them in person, it would help him come to a concrete decision. And he had a very bad feeling that Q was not being quite truthful with them, playing on their fears of dying once again. Before a plan could solidify in his mind, however, the door of his room sounded. Groaning inwardly, his shoulders drooping in frustration, he demanded the person "enter". The door's whooshed back to reveal Deanna, a look of deep concern in her eyes as she read his emotions. She walked in and said, ......... ******************************************************************* From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] My life for a ship Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2000 16:51:29 -0500 %Before a plan could solidify in his mind, however, the door of his room %sounded. Groaning inwardly, his shoulders drooping in frustration, he %demanded the person "enter". %%The door's whooshed back to reveal Deanna, a look of deep concern in her %eyes as she read his emotions. She walked in and said,......... "Hello, Worf. I thought I might find you here." Troi said as she smiled at the erswhile klingon. "What do you want Councilor?" Worf's voice was a little more gruff than usual. He did NOT want to see THIS woman right now. "I thought you might be troubled, you left the bridge so quickly after the whole borg fiasco" The betazed watched Worf's face closely for any reaction, his mind was quite closed to her. It was very anoying. A non-commital grunt from Worf was all that she got in return. Deanna glanced around the room as she turned in a slow circle and started to walk back towards the door. "Well, if you feel like talking to anyone I'm always willing to listen." This she said while placing a hand upon Worf's cheek. "About anything that troubles you." Kissing the puzzled klingon lightly on the cheek, the erstwhile councilor exited his quarters, the doors sliding quietly shut behind her. ************************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: PRIORITY SHIP'S HAIL--Crew quarters.... Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2000 22:53:25 GMT *Beep* =^= Janeway to Commander Worf. Report to Deck Eight without visible weaponry. We have a Cardassian/ Jem'Hadar situation.=^= -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) * 3 animated gifs* Red alert bars flanking a golden flipping combadge. ************************************************************ From: "April McGowan" Subject: Re: PRIORITY SHIP'S HAIL--Crew quarters.... Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2000 17:11:44 PDT >*Beep* > >=^= Janeway to Commander Worf. Report to Deck Eight >without visible weaponry. We have a Cardassian/ Jem'Hadar > situation.=^= Worf was immediately on alert. Now, this was something he knew how to handle. He carefully slid his Klingon dager under the back of his uniform, taking note of the Captain's choice of words "visable weaponry" and headed for Deck Eight. He entered and reported to the Captain. "You paged me, Captain?" Janeway looked skeptically at Worf and said,...... ********************************************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: Deck eight rendevous.... at the faceoff... Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2000 04:17:56 GMT >>*Beep* >> >>=^= Janeway to Commander Worf. Report to Deck Eight >>without visible weaponry. We have a Cardassian/ Jem'Hadar >>situation.=^= > Worf was immediately on alert. Now, this was something he knew how to > handle. He carefully slid his Klingon dager under the back of his > uniform, > taking note of the Captain's choice of words "visable weaponry" and headed >for Deck Eight. > He entered and reported to the Captain. >"You paged me, Captain?" >Janeway looked skeptically at Worf and said,...... "See for yourself, Commander.." and she pointing to within the glowing security forcefield barriers. "They're in our transporter room, One Cardassian and one of a race Boothby calls the Jem'Hadar. Both are armed. We've rigged a gas pacifier in the venting so we're set there. Boothby also tells us their weapon's fire won't collapse our energy barriers...." "I'm right Janeway." Boothby added, putting in his two cents worth. The captain gave the consult program an uh-huh look and waved a hand toward the propped open transporter room doors... "See that, Worf?" He looked, two shadows were cast onto the floor of two stationary figures with rifles from inside the quarantined room. "Dam*edest thing I ever saw... They haven't moved for ten minutes...." she said. Worf thought, ::I wonder if they're still in there. This foe is very cunning.:: He grabbed the tricorder from the security guard nearest him and checked the bioreadings coming off the device. They were still there. In fact, if Worf concentrated through the buzz of the fields he could hear the Cardy still breathing. It was odd, though.. The Jem'Hadar was registering strange readings, elevated vitals and mental agitation, fever and the like. Worf had never seen such a state in a Jem'Hadar lackey. He frowned.. ::I wonder if this soldier is working up to a beserker's rage ...or ...something else.. :: The Jem'Hadar seemed unnaturally agitated considering the lack of action in the present standoff between them all. He fingered the hidden knife under his tunic. Janeway moved over to his side, "By the way, your response time was incredible.. You've beaten the time set by my guards coming from your cabin's deck by fifteen seconds. How'd you get here so fast?" she smirked.. then her face sobered.. "Commander, the reason why I called you down here is that I need your input on these two's rational. I've little to go on regarding their culture.. that knowledge could be the basis of building trust. I'd know where to go with these two.. " She glanced again at the barricade, searching for a change. She saw none as yet. "I've been reading up on Deep Space Nine occasionally. We received their logs from this war of yours through the radio network link we sent the doctor through a year ago. He had found an advanced ship, the Prometheus at the time. Included in the package Starfleet gave us via the Hunters relay array were just dry numbers, casuality reports, losses, reports of a vast mine field dropped by a Cardassian named Damar, etc.. etc.. Terribly little to go on there. Just probability figures and projections... No sociological information whatsoever. H*ll. I didn't even know what a Jem'Hadar WAS until Boothby showed me." Worf snorted. She shrugged and shook her head, "I just didn't have time to read them completely. Didn't feel the need. After all, that war is fifty years away for us." She admitted, toeing the rifle on the floor. She met his gaze evenly, as an equal.."So, what can you tell us here. How will these two react after they've decided to actually do something..?" The big Klingon had a few ideas.. ::All I have to do is yell.:: he thought. ::There isn't a Cardassian alive who wouldn't rise to battle after that. Cardassians hate Klingons.:: Now, it was just a matter of deciding whether or not this Voyager captain would like that option.. It usually took gallons of anesthezine to poleaxe Cardies.. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : J in gray with blue background. Image : Closeup of a pissed Worf. *********************************************************** From: goldeengirl1 Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Negotions... or maybe not? Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2000 12:35:45 +0100 >Damar thought..::Totally defenseless??:: >He saw the human woman speak, "You two, believe me when I tell you. >We are NOT your enemy here." >She went on, "You've gotten enough information from Voyager's systems to know you are now in the DELTA >Quadrant.... Tell me, has your knowledge of the Federation support the idea that we've advanced forces >way out to here, seventy thousand light years from home?" >Damar and the Jem'Hadar blinked but stayed guarded, not moving their line of aim with the strange woman captain >one millimeter. >Janeway went on, "I have no knowledge of your war.. We've been lost out here for five years. Now, we're trapped >inside an anomaly called the carousel coordinate with no way out and with Borg vessels surrounding our >hiding place in a nebula.." >She stepped forward, spreading her hands even wider, "I seek peaceful co-existence my friends. If you should decide >otherwise, plan on taking a little nap... until you reconsider." >The Cardassian glanced at the Jem'Hadar who was twitching and foaming a bit and he didn't know the reason why.. >Damar opened his mouth and said,... "OK. But how do I know all this isn't an elaborate deception by Starfleet?" he shook his head at the thought and glanced back at the Jem Hadar again, who seemed to be getting worse. Lamat Ukan pulled at his collar to allow the remaining white better circulation, wiping the foam away from his mouth as he did so and Damar continued; "If you provide aid for him," he motioned to the Jem Hadar, "then I'll consider your plea." he smirked, and waited for the womans response... *************************************************************************** From: Nick Lewis Date: Fri Sep 1, 2000 7:47pm Subject: A sight for sore eyes > Frowning in concentration and scooping up the rest of his > clothes, Riker moved to investigate sickbay. ::Time for a > little reconnaissance.:: he decided. Tom changes back into his prison colony garb for lack of anything else to wear and scouts around. This place is a Federation sickbay, certainly. But it's more advanced looking than any he's ever seen. *They've certainly made some changes in the time I've been 'away'* he muses. He tries a computer to see if he can learn anything useful, but his access-codes are hopelessly out-of-date. Sighing impatiently, he moves to the doors which swish aside. As he runs down long corridors, he notes from the blinking lights that the ship is on yellow alert. [OOC: I'm presuming the intruder alert activates this autmatically] *I need to blend in* he thinks quickly, knowing that he stands out a mile in his present attire. Glancing covertly round a corner, he spies an ensign hurrying down the corridor. Hiding, he waits until the ensign passes him, then jumps out wrapping an arm around his neck, effectively cutting off the blood supply. After a few moments of gasping and struggling, the ensign slumps into unconsciousness. Tom drags him into a nearby room... Minutes later, Tom exits now wearing the smart red and black uniform. It's a little tight, but it'll have to do. His desire to blend in is accomplished as he gets nary a second glance as officers busy themselves around him. He gathers from snatches of conversation that there's some kind of trouble at transporter room two. He's intending to take the turbolift to deck eight when he sees a familiar sight... a very familiar sight. "Imzadi" he whispers. She is indeed a sight for sore eyes, but what is she doing away from the Enterprise? He gazes at her from the opposite end of the corridor as she stands talking to a crewman. ***************************************************************************** From: "E. Beltran" Subject: RE: [voyagerliveaction] A sight for sore eyes Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2000 15:33:23 -0500 %He's intending to take the turbo lift to deck eight when he sees a familiar %sight... a very familiar sight. "Imzadi" he whispers. She is indeed a %sight for sore eyes, but what is she doing away from the Enterprise? He %gazes at her from the opposite end of the corridor as she stands talking to %a crewman. The councilor seemed to appear preoccupied, to Tom's trained senses. Even thou she appeared outwardly to be paying attention to the crewman, a lieutenant by rank, her mind seemed far from the conversation she was having with him. Tom concentrated slightly, his eyes taking on a far away glance as he relaxed his mind. Suddenly he winced in pain and his eyes flew wide open as he started closer at this Troi. His 'Imazdi' had completely masked her mind, and that in and of itself was unusual. Even in a foreign place the Troi he knew would have at least relaxed her mind shields enough to be quite aware of her surroundings. Tom remained hidden as he puzzled over this.... Deanna smiled sweetly at the lieutenant as he jabbered on about his experiences on voyager. The councilor wondered why the ship lacked a councilor or at least started the holo emt to take over the role. The captain of the ship was also a puzzlement to Troi. At first, gunho to break out of the Carousel Co-ordinate Captain Janeway was now pursuing a the borg threat. At least Q was around to help them with that. :: I wonder when Q will be contacting me next, I hope it's not as harsh as that first time:: Deanna thought as she smiled and nodded good-bye to the lieutenant when excused himself to hurry off on whatever task he needed to do. :: I do NOT want to spend another hour even in a comma! Once is enough, thank you! :: Deanna thought back to when she had first come aboard Voyager and was knocked into an unconsciousness that lasted for several days. It had not been pleasant time in the least, and Q's sliding presence in and out of her subconscious had also very....strange. This was not the same "Q" that she and her friend's had encountered onboard the Enterprise, this Q was somehow...shady. She suspected that he had far other unpleasant notions for those he wanted to involve in his scream. His depression seemed genuine, however, Deanna knew that someone with as strong a mind as he had could easily be tricking even her with his assumed feelings. Now, he was helping Voyager to recover the away team and crew from the borg ship. This was a puzzlement as well.... Troi turned slightly as she walked down the corridor, her eyes narrowed in thought briefly before moving on to the turbo lift. She could have sworn she had briefly felt something. Something that was familiar yet, not. ************************************************************************** END WEEK THIRTY RECAP WEEK THIRTY ONE RECAP 9-02-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] ******************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Good Samaritan.... Date: Sat, 02 Sep 2000 08:26:55 GMT >"OK. But how do I know all this isn't an elaborate deception by Starfleet?" >he (Damar) shook his head at the thought and glanced back at the Jem Hadar >again, who seemed to be getting worse. > Lamat Ukan pulled at his collar to allow the remaining white better >circulation, wiping the foam away from his mouth as he did so and >Damar >continued; "If you provide aid for him, " he motioned to the Jem >Hadar, >"then I'll consider your plea." he smirked, and waited for the >womans >response... Janeway walked up to the forcefield as close as she could go and still not be touching the Cardassian in front of her. "Why would we deceive you,.. sir..?" she said evenly. "You have nothing that I would be interested in except a decided lack to your comfort.. In my role as a good samaritan to two travelers stranded 70 years from home..." That obvious fact about his current predicament made Damar flinch in acknowledgement.. ::This captain is right there. We are far from home. Yet....:: "....I would be remiss if I further compounded your pain. I offer asylum from your war... I and my ship have never been involved there and I and my crew won't be involved now.. As you can see, our weapons are not in our hands, a first gesture of trust you might say.. I'll treat your friend over there, if you do as we do and disarm.. " Janeway offered. Damar knew the tranquilizing gas rig was merely precautionary. Only a coward would use it without just cause.. And the captain had just cause to do so as long as he and Lamat'Ukan were displaying offensive behavior. He looked down at his own rifle, pointed at the captain's neck. She did not look away from his own eyes.. The Cardassian was struck with the honesty there. That was unexpected from a Federation as far as he knew.. Only one untouched by the war held such a demeanor.. The last of his resistance melted away and he lowered his weapon, placing it on the ground beneath one foot. He grabbed Lamat's as well and had to jerk it out of the feverish soldier's hands.. That rifle joined the first on the carpeting.. Damar said nothing, flinging his arms wide and tilting his head. ::I must do this in order to get home.. even if I get there as an old man.:: he frowned. Janeway nodded subtley to the security guard with the gas trigger to be vigilant.. ::Even if something goes wrong here and we all succumb to the gas, at least, any danger from these two will be stopped. :: We all can be awakened to deal with the situation then later..,.. step by step ..:: Worf lowered the forcefield carefully keeping his distance and any possible provocative move stifled and controlled. He felt the Cardassian's eyes sweep over him with some heat but nothing else happened.. The captain nodded her approval of Damar's snap decision, moving to stand by his side. But she was careful to stay clear of the Jem'Hadar's personal space.. ::Catch this, Commander.::...letting Worf watch him for her.. She addressed the sick soldier with her back fully turned to him neutrally, "Come with me and our doctor will attend to your difficulty,.. you are not a soldier here, but an equal. As such, you are my guest as much as your companion, the Cardassian, is. Do you understand me?"" she asked.. The Jem'Hadar was having a hard time of things and his breath rattled liquidly in his chest with an animalistic wheezing and it took everything in Janeway's power to not look at him. ::A direct look from me means to him that I attack.:: she theorized. ::Because I am a leader in his eyes. So I won't meet his eyes unless he permits me to. :: Damar nodded approvingly of this strange ship captain. ::She learns quickly. It took me months to figure out how not to provoke Lamat'Ukan.:: "This way." Janeway indicated to both of them with a hand. All of the weapons, Federation and newcomer, were left behind them as they headed for sickbay. Lamat never got there under his own power.. Halfway down the hall he dropped into a convulsion and Janeway called for him to be emergency beamed immediately to the EMH. (SEE SOUND BITE) ------------------------------------------------------------------ In sickbay three medics held the delirious Jem'Hadar down while the holodoc drew a blood sample.. "Captain,.. it'll take me a while to find out what is wrong with our patient here.." He glanced at Damar uncertainly and added, "Another bioflag activated a minute ago, negatively ...and just as suddenly, a minute later, righted itself into the normal range.. Why don't you... check out this matter and I'll keep you informed... all right?" the EMH intoned vaguely. ::A bioflag negative?:: Janeway thought.:: That means someone went down on the ship to unconsciousness... but the sudden return to normal?:: The EMH followed her line of thinking.."Sounds like it almost might be the vital signs of two different people....hmmm?" Janeway understood that at once.."Worf.. go to the place where the bioflag triggered..Have the ensign here, " she nodded to the man next to her, " i.d. the bioflag to find out whose went off. See what you can find out down there." she said urgently. ::Sounds like someone is trying to be a wolf in sheep's clothing..:: Little did she know how right she was.. Thomas Riker looked almost dapper in his acquired Voyager uniform.. its stolen combadge winking on his chest.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments ) Image : J and the doc conferring. Audio : J - Janeway to the doctor. We have a medical emergency. Report to sickbay... ************************************************************** From: goldeengirl1 Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Lost property Date: Sat, 02 Sep 2000 12:48:39 +0100 Damar stood silently in sickbay, observing the doctor and the crew, who, just a few hours earlier, he'd have happily killed with no hesitation in the line of 'duty'. He sighed, and leaned against a console, promising himself that he'd get home but at the same time wondering if he'd ever see Cardassia or the Alpha Quadrant ever again. Damar glanced at the Lamat'Ukan, lying on the biobed sedated. He'd most likely die. He briefly wondered if this Federation crew knew about the Founders and the Jem'Hadar's need for white. Damar shrugged, not really caring if he lived or died, and walked into the doctors office where he seemed to be reviewing a patients file. He only just caught the file name -"Patient 1053 - William Riker - Human." The Doctor quickly turned the computer off when he realized Damar was looking at it. ::Probably some stupid confidentiality thing:: he thought silently. "Can I help you Mr...?" the Doctor asked. Damar smirked, in all the mess still nobody knew his name. "Damar..." he answered flatly. "...and no, you can't help me." He looked up at the doctor to see a puzzled expression. "I am just taking a look around." he clarified. "Ah." the doctor replied, and turned back to his computer screen, after activating it. "I've never seen inside a Federation sickbay before," Damar continued, "Especially one with a hologram serving as a doctor in it." The doctor looked up and smiled, as though taking it as a compliment; Damar went on, "So, I suppose you must be confined in here... well, apart from the holodecks..." "In fact I'm not," the Doctor interrupted happily, "I have a portable holoemitter that we 'acquired' in the 29th century." Damar frowned and wondered how they got it; Cardassia could certainly use some new ideas and inventions; "29th Century technology?-" but the doctor interrupted again, getting up from behind his desk and walking into the main part of sickbay, insisting that Damar come and see his holoemitter. The doctor looked inside a small pot and a shocked expression came over his face. He quickly dived to the floor, mumbling about never losing it before, and tapped his commbadge, still on the floor. =/\=This is the Doctor to Captian Janeway, please respond...=/\= and he impatiently waited for her response. ************************************************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Nipped, by a packrat.. Date: Sat, 02 Sep 2000 19:16:03 GMT >The doctor looked inside a small pot and a shocked expression came >over his face. He quickly dived to the floor, mumbling about never >losing it before, and tapped his commbadge, still on the floor. >=/\=This is the Doctor to Captian Janeway, please respond...=/\= and >he impatiently waited for her response. The captain looked up from the tea she and Chakotay were sharing in her ready room over datapadds outlining unfeasible ways to get inside the Cube to rescue Seven and B'Elanna. The doctor's hail made both of them jump. Kathryn tapped her badge, =^=Janeway here. Go ahead. Is this about our newest patient?=^= The holodoc sighed heavily, =^=No. He's stable for the moment. I've still a lot of ground to cover with him. I know absolutely nothing about his species at all. I did find a synthetic substance his armor seemed to be infusing into his circulation. I left that apparatus intact while changing him into sterile sheets. But, I'm not ready with a report for that yet. I'm calling to report a theft, captain..=^= Both Chakotay's and Janeway's eyes got bigger at that one. =^=Oh?=^= she inquired. =^=My holoemitter's missing.. I can't find it anywhere.=^= the EMH almost whined. ::Did we forget to put a tracer on that thing?:: The captain wondered. She looked to her first officer.. who threw up his hands innocently. ::I guess we both forgot that little detail on the doctor's emitter. It just seemed such a natural part of Voyager's standard equipment. Marking it with a locator just didn't occur to me or to anyone else for that matter, even Seven..:: Kathryn sighed and set down her tea cup. =^=That is a problem. Do you think B'Elanna may have been upgrading it's schematics before she was called away? You might try to look in engineering for it.=^= =^= Captain, I can't g--=^= the doc began. =^=Oh, that's right. You need your holoemitter to go to engineering..=^= she added blackly.. =^=All right. I'll send someone to help you find it. Scan the area for DNA traces. Maybe we can figure out who the culprit is..Is our other guest fairing well? I know sickbay isn't the most comfortable of places to stay for any length of time..=^= The holodoc just rolled his eyes at that comment,=^=You mean Damar of course... He's just fine... In fact, his curiosity about my holomatrix is the only reason I discovered my missing emitter.=^= Janeway looked up with a shock, ::Damar.. I know that name. He's the one the DS9 logs specify as lowering the defensive minefield just outside Bajor.:: She hid her surprise from her voice but her expression didn't escape Chakotay who looked up from his tea. Janeway continued =^=I see. Damar,..if you need anything at all, the doctor will give you a combadge with which you can be in touch with any of us here on the bridge. Sickbay has replicators. And if you get in tight with one of my crewman named Neelix, he can get you set up with excellent Cardassian fare, I'm sure. He has a flare for ethnic cuisine.=^= Janeway kept her reaction of amusement about her own tall tale about truth behind the ship's cook silent for Damar's benefit. ::An experience best sampled uninformed..:: she thought. Damar said nothing, still a little surprised by the freedom invoked to him by the intraship communications system. He took the combadge from the doctor and held it out in front of him with two fingers as if it was going to sting him. He bent very close to it and spoke into it loudly, still not knowing exactly how the comlinking worked. =^= I understand you.=^= The Cardassian's booming reply made both Kathryn and Chakotay drop their cups and put their hands over their ears.. and they both shouted, =^= Ow!=^= Janeway surveyed the mess on her glass table top and her carpet and took a deep breath, =^=These pins have an excellent pickup, Mr. Damar. If you wear it on your tunic about the level of your shoulder, the volume will be just perfect all right? Janeway out.=^= The captain and the first officer began laughing once the connection had been terminated. They made their way onto the bridge after informing maintainance about the need for stain remover in the captain's ready room. ::That was my favorite mug..!:: Janeway grieved, pouting. All too soon, the heavy weight of B'Elanna and Seven's dilemma bore them down once more.. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The holodoc blinked when the connection closed. He still wasn't sure what he had heard through the link,::Breaking glass?:: Turning, he kicked himself for not realizing he could've taken a reading of the floor and the console where the emitter had been stored. He got the DNA patterns of Riker.. his new arrival from earlier. ::Wait a minute.. Where is this man?:: He held up a hand for Damar to wait for him and gave him the medical tricorder to examine while the EMH moved to the secondary medical bay. The bed there was empty.. He tapped his badge.. =^=EMH to Commander Worf. I have some news for your search parties. The possible masquerader in the Voyager uniform is a temporal visitor like yourself, a William Riker (he mistakenly identifies) . When you find him, he copped my holoemitter. I'd like it back.=^= he added with some heat. =^=Any progress on finding the original person from the anomolous bioflag reading I got earlier?=^= He knew that a few hours could mean a lot to an injured crewman. It bothered the doctor a lot that the crewman who went down had not been found yet. Janeway's crew was normally very efficient in such matters. Then again Worf was a maverick in new territory. Perhaps Janeway wasn't yet aware of the delay in getting the answer to the bioflag alert he had brought to her attention when they first arrived in sickbay with the Jem'Hadar.. As soon as he had any confirmation about that possible scenario. He'd let her know. The doctor watched Damar scan himself with the bioprobe with the wrong end and sighed.. ::Time for tricorder lessons.:: he smiled. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachment) Image : J and Chak trying to relax over tea in the ready room. *************************************************************************** From: goldeengirl1 Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Insanity Date: Sat, 02 Sep 2000 22:44:26 +0100 > Janeway continued =^=I see. Damar,..if you need anything at all, the > doctor will give you a combadge with which you can be in touch with any of > us here on the bridge. Sickbay has replicators. And if you get in tight > with one of my crewman named Neelix, he can get you set up with excellent > Cardassian fare, I'm sure. He has a flare for ethnic cuisine.=^= Janeway > kept her reaction of amusement about her own tall tale about truth behind > the ship's cook silent for Damar's benefit. ::An experience best sampled > uninformed..:: she thought. > > Damar said nothing, still a little surprised by the freedom invoked to him > by the intraship communications system. He took the combadge from the doctor > and held it out in front of him with two fingers as if it was going to sting > him. He bent very close to it and spoke into it loudly,still not knowing > exactly how the comlinking worked. > =^= I understand you.=^= > > The Cardassian's booming reply made both Kathryn and Chakotay drop their > cups and put their hands over their ears.. and they both shouted, > =^= Ow!=^= > > Janeway surveyed the mess on her glass table top and her carpet and took a > deep breath, =^=These pins have an excellent pickup, Mr. Damar. > If you wear it on your tunic about the level of your shoulder, the volume > will be just perfect all right? Janeway out.=^= > On his shoulder? That was an unusual concept. In the Cardassian military, they had to speak into wrist units to communicate with others. The doctor paced slowly, his brow furrowed, deep in thought, oblivious the the conversation that had just taken place. Damar looked at the badge again and placed it on his uniform, ::It looks so strange:: he mused, and took it off, not liking it at all. He didn't wear Federation items! ...ever! he added in his mind, and glanced back at the Starfleet doctor, who strode into his office and put his feet up on the desk. [OOC: I tried to find a pic of this, I remember it from an episode, but I can't find it :( ] Damar raised an eyeridge and smirked. This hologram was certainly... unusual. ---- On biobed one Lamat'Ukan opened his eyes, having just woken up from his drug induced sleep and looked around menacingly. He felt very... strange; a LOT more aggresive than usual, and he really wanted to fight, more than he had ever felt in his life!, he snarled, and sat up from the medical bed he was on, and saw the Cardassian. He hated Cardassians, and would kill him right now, along with the rest of this 'Voyager' crew. They were Starfleet, and the Founders were at war with the Federation... his mind raced. Federation, Starfleet, Romulans and those despicable Klingons. His breathing went ragged... Klingons... he was positive there was a Klingon on this ship... he saw him before; yes; he was right behind him, waiting to kill him. Lamat's eyes widened at the thought of a missed opportunity to kill an enemy, and he wanted to immediatly fix that. The solder jumped of his biobed, and saw two security officers put their hands on their phasers, and strode forward, ready to fight, hand to hand if he had to, until a forcefield hissed angrily, warning him away. Lamat'Ukan stopped right where he was, staring intensly at the two security guards, knowing that Cardassian and Dominion forcefields were lethal if anybody touched them, he didn't want to die by a Federation forcefield; and carried staring at the humans - maybe it would take his mind off his impending death by white, or rather, lack of it... *************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: An eye in the sky... Twofold Date: Sun, 03 Sep 2000 23:39:38 SCT The Speaker caught the last vestige of communication from the furry small life as it went to the place where the new temporal peoples waited in the Sickplace.. ::I knows not THESE in the now. What is this is? "Jem'Hadar?" That Firemind is not full in the body. It dies perhaps in the soon to be. And the Rockmind, the "Damar" speaks nothing of trueheartfelts to the Leaderwoman. Isees why truly. It seeks the battle. And the Originplace, "Cardassia". Apart from it, this Mind pains brightly and it is alone among the Otherminds even now.:: Stretching in ITS link with the cat, the Speaker "reached." IT saw the two beings through the eyes of the 'Spotthing' and spread, tentatively sent out a link to the Firemind. ::Is sick. Whys is it controlled and weak? Teeth many it has and strength forces.:: Then the 8472 "heard" the technologythingEMH speaks a new concept. ::The Firemind is feedings on an Otherblood of whiteness? This is "Soul" sickens by happenings? :: The 8472 reared on ITS hind limbs, enraged by what IT had learned about Lamat's fate in life. :: Who's is cause? The Firemind is slaved by this's. I likes it not! I bites the One who gives the Otherblood!:: Then a truthing gave the Speaker pause. IT had "looked" into the Rockmind and saw that the "Damar" was not to blame at all. In fact, that Mind feared the Firemind deeply although his bodyposturings showed he was calm.. ::This Othermind knows not the Firemind in any bonding of being. Cans it be BOTH are battle-worn bys another?:: The Speaker shook ITS great head gave up trying to fathom reasons. ITS eyes fell on the two Enterpriseminds. So far, the two Enterprise officers had ceased their investigations of how their shuttle arrived to be found by the Voyager crew in light of the current red alert. They hadn't yet shared their idea that Squire Trelane of their own history may have been a young Q visiting their time with Voyager's command crew on the basis that they had no concrete usefulness with which to utilize the information. So now they were on Voyager's bridge, finding tasks to aid their trapped hosts. The 8472 moved from ITS place on the lower deck of the bridge and moved to the "Science"place those Peoples was using the shiptechnologies. ::Spocks??:: the Speaker sent to the Enterprise Vulcan. ::Will yous mindspeaks-tie with I? My journeys to the Souless Ones Cubeplace has shown I's a way to the Queenmind.. A peoples of my Seas is a SoulessOneBorg in the now.. I cans "reach" to IT in the heartfelts and learn... What say yous?:: Spock turned and regarded the 8472 thoughtfully as he acquainted himself with its strange language syntax rolling in his head. :: This Speaker has found one of its own species transformed into a Borg? Interesting. And now it wants to spy on the Borg Queen though its link in the Collective.. using its own and Spock's mind disciplines.:: He did not yet respond directly to the 8472, other than giving it a nod of understanding. He then turned and shared with Captain Kirk near him what the Speaker proposed. The hazel eyed captain raised an eyebrow or two as his first officer related details and shot a sideways glance at the scaley 8472 appraisingly every now and then as he listened. The Speakers had musings of ITS own. ::This Kirkmind is a Leaderman. Whys he not helps the Janeways in ruling the Voyagerhome? He's stays softly, waiting , and I's knows not why. Is he sad heartfelts for his Enterprisehome?:: So far, the Cube was quiescent on the main viewscreen. It neither sent out probing scans nor moved into the nebula in search of Voyager. ::Puzzling is this's. :: the Speaker thought, ::Whys is the Queenmind no hunting in the now...?:: The Speaker blinked and suddenly saw the "Kirk" and the "Spock" enter its field of vision. IT expanded ITS Mindspeak to the leaderman and waited for a happening.. Then the Coolmind "Spock" spoke with mouthings aloud to IT..... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Molly was functioning at full capacity. Between chasing off the Borg drones curious about B'Elanna's freedom from the assimilation chamber and her scenting support trailing Seven of Nine's whereabouts, she had her holographic paws full. She whined a question at the prosthetic inflicted Klingon at the juncture of two paths that forked ahead of them.. One way led to Seven. The other, to the outer hull and a chance at escape. This choice was beyond Molly's decision making protocols so she deferred to her companion, casting doggy eyes up at the woman's in implied meaning. B'Elanna lurched, almost stumbling over the unreal Irish Setter, She cast her head about, concentrating. She understood immediately, the dog's dilemma. It still felt weird having so many senses available to her, but she was getting used to it.. the infrared imager, the electromagnetic tactical sense, and the uncanny ability to know proximity of the other Borg drones around her. Her temporal implant buzzed, pulling in her mind. ::The left fork. I can feel Seven that way.:: Grabbing the holodog's tail for guidance in the dark, B'Elanna pointed the choice out for Molly. ::Janeway'll kill me for sure if I come back to the ship without her.:: Suddenly, Molly's jaw dropped open and Guinan's voice came out of it. Torres nearly shot backwards in shock. ~~~~*BARK* I think this is getting through, good work, Mr. Barclay.. Hello? *AwwRR RawrH* B'Elanna? Seven of Nine? *Grrrrrrrr..* We've managed to rig a communications patch*Ruff* through Voyager's hologrid to you through Molly's vocal subroutines. *Nose sneeze*Can you hear us?*BARK*~~~~~~ Torres didn't know whether to laugh at the words being interpersed between the dog's barking noises or cry at her first real contact with Voyager... __________________________________________________ (attachments) Images : Walking pawprints *animated* Molly looking back happily. Gold Commbadge bar borders. *********************************************************** From: goldeengirl1 Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Enemy Within... Date: Mon, 04 Sep 2000 23:37:59 +0100 The doctor watched Damar scan himself with the bioprobe with the wrong end and sighed... ::Time for tricorder lessons.:: he smiled. After the long, painful process of the doctor describing the every function of a medical tricorder, Damar scanned through Voyager's original crew manifest in sickbay and frowned. He didn't get a chance to look through the crew's personal data when he was in the transporter room with the Jem'Hadar. He was too busy making sure he didn't turn his back to the solder, therefore giving Lamat the perfect opportunity to ki-... he paused and glanced up at the doctor, who was pacing furiously waiting for his holoemitter to be retrieved. ::Haven't they found it yet?:: Damar wondered, ::Federation security IS slow:: and he shrugged, turning back to the computer. According to the ship's restricted records, (he was only allowed to look at tiny bits of data; he didn't exactly know why, it wasn't like he could run off to the Obsidian Order and report everything he knew), Voyager was on a mission which involved a Starfleet officer posing as a Maquis crewmember. ::Fair enough, Cardassia had plenty of operatives working undercover in the Maquis.:: Damar thought, and read on. When Voyager was swept into the Delta Quadrant, they found the Maquis ship and alien lifeform... he sighed, skipped past the boring bits and carried on reading about the Maquis, expecting a glorious report of interrogations and executions at the end of it all. His momentary smile faded when he looked at the final sentence of the report. 'As of this date onwards, Starfleet and Maquis crew will work as one, striving for our common goal, to reach home.' Damar's eyes went wide, and he stood up in disgust. "Can you BELIEVE this?" he shouted to the doctor, who looked up in alarm. "What?" he answered quickly, scurrying over to his desk to look at the computer. Damar silently fumed, and turned off the display. "Never mind." he stated blackly, and walked out the doctors office. Maquis were on this ship? Damar frowned, and glanced over to the two security men by the door, wondering if either one of them were once part of that Maquis crew. (NRPG: Please can we keep the fact that Chakotay was a Maquis quiet for now... He can find out when they meet... *eg*) He also wondered how long it would've taken for the captain to tell him about this little 'problem'. Damar looked over at the Jem Hadar, who had been sedated again, and was being kept in stasis until some sort of plan came up to cure him of his addiction. He grinned, knowing full well the Founders had designed the white to be irreplaceable, and wondered what it would be like when the Jem Hadar escaped and killed them all... because it was a likely possibility. The Cardassian remembered reading a report on the lack of white in the Alpha Quadrant, and also remembered suggesting the Dominion poison the last vials of the drug. Maybe that was their solution. Poison him and let him die slowly. He grinned, and speculated on what the Captains reaction would be to his idea, if she were to listen to him at all. ::She'd probably refuse:: he thought, knowing full well that Federation laws were soft and were quick to forgive, ...look at him for instance. If he'd been the Captain of a Cardassian warship or even a pathetic little cargo ship, and a Human suddenly appeared, he'd have them in the brig and being interrogated before he could say 'kanar.' At that thought, he suddenly remembered the Captains suggestion about Neelix, whoever that was, and wondered if he could have something to eat, Cardassian or not; he needed to eat, and strode out of sickbay, flanked by two big, scary looking, (or so they wanted him to think) security officers. Damar *************************************************************************** END WEEK THIRTY ONE RECAP 09-08-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] WEEK THIRTY TWO RECAP 09-08-2K [voyagerliveaction@egroups.com] *************************************************** From: Amiee Jo Fielder Date: Fri Sep 8, 2000 0:25am Subject: The beginning of the end.. Seven awoke, startled by her surroundings, even though they were familiar to her. :: I know this place :: She thought to herself. Seven sat upright. :: Where is Lt. Torres? Where are all the drones? :: She got to her feet, a little too quickly. The world seemed to spin all around her. She fell back a step and caught her balance by leaning on the exam table. :: I must find Belana :: ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Queen was mildly amused at the "q"s feeble attempt to disuade the merging of the half breed woman. :: Torres will be mine, because with her, comes Seven. Oh, if only Seven wasn't so cunning a prey. :: The Queen watched as the drones surrounding her fussed and fidgeted with with this button and that lever, making everything run smoothly. :: The mongrel has escaped, that's fine. Let her find her comrade. I want to get Seven back, but I would much rather have her rejoin of her own will. It would be so much more satisfying . The hive leader instructed her drones to follow her as she made her way towards the room where Seven of Nine was being held. As she glided through the corridors of the cube she knew so well, she thought :: These cubes are so big, I can't wait to get my sphere back. All this walking is inefficient. :: Seven pressed the heels of her hands against her head, then, taking a moment stretched her fingers over her scalp, and was relieved to feel her own hair there. Suddenly, she felt she wasn't alone. There was no one near her, and then she realized that physically, she was alone. :: Belana? :: Seven knew that she had been connected with her shipmate. She also knew that that couldn't be good news. Seven turned to leave, and just as she got to the door, a flash of light announced the arrival of the meddlesome "q" . "Up and about? So's your partner in crime. It's not everyday you get to be a hero. Rest assured, your little girl and the others made it back safe and sound." "It is because of you, that Naomi and the others were here in the first place" Seven said with a nasty look in her eyes. q regarded the uniform tattered woman before him carefully. "I didn't bring them here. Nothing to do with me..." "Explain yourself" Seven ordered with a tilt of her head. q slowly walked around Seven, never taking his eyes off of her face and judging her reactions to him with all the scrutiny of a scientist with a mouse. "You know very little about the curiosity of the young. From my understanding, it was the human child who misled the 8472 into bringing herself and the holoprogram here. Guinan and the Speaker simply tried to right that tiny oversight. Don't point you finger where it doesn't belong.. "IF that is correct, then why are you here now?" "I know how the engineer hates to lose her sense of identity. This Torres woman was almost lost. So I stopped the processing in the early stages. As you know, the prelim's are quite painful. I know. I had a taste of that for centuries on the Sphere orbitting the Learned One planet..." "Enough" Seven spat. "Where is she?" q looked up from his examination of one of the activated computer panels and amused himself by fusing its circuitry. "Oh.... no doubt she'll be along shortly. I kept her proximity detector intact, She is especially tied to you my dear.." Seven sighed with relief at the knowledge that her comrade was ok. "You should not interfere with things you know nothing about. That was the primary central access node relay for this level of the cube. By disrupting that, not only will the Queen think she is under attack, there will be approximately 50 drones here in a matter of minutes" Seven said with disgust. "I suggest we leave, Now" "Oh very well. Borg are such unoriginal thinkers." He snapped his fingers and in moments, Seven found herself on a vast yellow carpet that sloped. It was warm underfoot and undulating in regular movements. A tall wall of brown vines climbed to Seven's left field of vision and she reached out, touching the matter. "This is hair...." She looked down the hill and saw a vast valley of black. The carpeting was uniform material.. It was B'Elanna's clothing! They had been shrunken down to miniscule size onto the Klingon's shoulder.. "Well," q sighed. "You wanted to be safe and find your friend so wah la.... here we are.. Oh. And we have to hurry I'm afraid, I h