From the Theater Creator.. Oh gentle thespian who loves a good Trek read once in a while. You've hit a mecca of canon (True to Television series facts and characters) fan fiction. This is the second showing of a Voyagerliveaction adventure from Hollywood Images, Inc. http://www.geocities.com/voyagerliveaction Graphic Site. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/voyagerliveaction Writer's Site. Voyagerliveaction--A Live Theater Trek Story co-written by fans on a live email yahoogroups site. Nothing is preplanned, nothing rehearsed, This is true live theater with words. The storyline which developed took many honors in fan fiction realms abroad. This is a collected works of fanfic'ers like you who've banded together on a Yahoogroups list to write a story true to all four Star Trek TV Series from a live action theater site. They spruced up the fiction with sounds, images and animated movies of their own. Starring whichever character individually cast they wished from the four TV shows. The setting is now, on board Voyager herself, with crew who are a mystery until they mysteriously appear as their authors bring them in . The Site is called Voyagerliveaction, and NOTHING you'll read was preplanned. It was simply write as you go. Each author had the creative floor whenever they submitted a page within their roles. The style of each character is reflected in their "animator". Those lurkers present on the list were treated with eye and ear candy whenever an author sent pictures and sounds with their story pages. It's fun watching the author's flavor evolve over time within the adventure. This story's premise starts with a bang that isn't what it seems and settles into a mystery far larger than anything any one author could have come up with one their own. It shows the joy of role playing in the discipline of creative writing in a round robin setting. We've been graced with honors from Yahoogroups Site of the Week (Oct 2000 ) and have attracted Paramount actors to write with us. One from ST Voyager is here now in two very surprising writer roles. She joined us in Nov, 2000, during week 48 or so and is still acting in her fiction roles for Year 2001. Rated PG-13 for all audiences. This adventure is year TWO, now just completed as of 31 Dec 2001. If you like what you see here when you are done,year ONE is also completed in yet another story for a satisfying read. Or, best of all, you can shape our third adventure, 2002, with us afterwards. We've a sizable fan following to read what you have to offer as a new writer to our ranks. How does 3007 strike you? They tune in every day in "Now showing" windows in Nepal, Australia and Germany. And 73 actual site members who get to see the show in all its graphics glory. Huge for a PBEM. Come, let us entertain you. Stay and read this adventure and leave with a smile on your face, or come to the Site to lurk as it happens..or,... be one of us. Be your character from TV. Write what you've always wanted him or her to do. And control what happens next. :) We are Located at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/voyagerliveaction The graphic site is here. http://www.geocities.com/voyagerliveaction Please, grab a cold drink and some nibbles and join us by the fanfic fireplace. You're in for a treat. That's only a short scroll down below. Total read time can be from one to four hours depending on your fic devouring skills :) Welcome to Year TWO... See you Shipside. =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =^= Let the "Play" begin.. :) =^= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= YEAR TWO VoyagerliveactionTrekTheaterFanfic2001- The second Year Story. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- WEEK ONE RECAP 01-08-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} ************************************************ From: "Charles Geise" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Voyager Live Action 2001 - Introduction Date: Sun, 7 Jan 2001 00:03:01 -0600 http://www.egroups.com/message/voyagerliveaction/1158 VOYAGER LIVE ACTION - 2001 In the empty blackness of space it traveled. Following its course through the galaxy. Was this a conscious entity, or just a cosmic mistake? Seventy-eight years ago it made contact with the transport ship Lakul and its sister ship and had absorbed the life-force image of the personnel of each ship, as well as that of the NCC-1701-B on a rescue mission. Their life signs were phased in and out of our space-time continuum and entered the entity. Proceeding onward toward a destination only it knew about, for a purpose unknown, over unmeasured time. The Nexus folded in upon itself and, then emerged and penetrated farther into what some races called the Delta Quadrant. A lone ship was making its way through the endless night with a sense of purpose. It was alone among the stars. NCC 74656 Voyager, and the Nexus dwarfed it by light years in size. Without warning, they were caught in the gravimetric pull and the tiny ship was tossed. If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Voyager would have been lost. Before the ship was almost torn apart by the turbulent forces of the ribbon, the crew's shadows had also joined the population of what was now known as the Nexus. Leaving those truly real, but identical to themselves, to return to normal space. Folding upon itself, it jumped many light years ahead. With this leaping action, it continued at a speed much faster than light to the Alpha Quadrant and the populated systems there. The Defiant was on a deep space exploration and trade mission when they came upon this entity. They narrowly evaded the ribbon, taking much damage. As the fortunate Defiant limped back to DS9, the Nexus continued its journey penetrating farther into the Alpha Quadrant. What was its purpose? Why was it seeking out star ships? How many other ships from other systems had the Nexus assimilated, and how many escaped the mighty destructive forces of this monstrosity. Even the shadow souls contained in its ether universe didn't know. They could not know, captivated by either perpetual eternal joy or hell as their thoughts compelled them to feel and experience, each in their own dream world, utterly timeless. The explosion, caused by Dr. Soran of the Armagosa Star had altered its direction once more and sent it toward for the Veridian system. From there to the unknown. End Introduction ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: An iridescent ribbon of peach plasma energy in deep space. Image : The Enterprise B being hit by this ribbon nexus. *animated Movie* Voyager being carried away by the Nexus, dangerously out of control. Image: A close up of the Nexus in front of two planets in the Alpha Quadrant. Image: The Defiant letting loose weapons fire inside the Nexus region. ************************************************************************ From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: Our story begins..... Date: Sun, 07 Jan 2001 23:06:39 -0600 "Personal log, Voyager slowly makes her way across the vast distance between herself and home. Crew morale has been up recently, according to Mr. Neelix." =^=Captain to the bridge=^= :: A captain's work is never done.:: =^= I'm on my way =^= Kathryn replied with a heavy sigh. As she made her way towards the bridge, Voyager suddenly lurches, throwing her forward into a passageway wall. :: What the H#ll! :: She thought. She rushed on towards the bridge and strode around to stand directly in front of the view screen. There she saw an orange wave of energy coming at them at full speed. There was no way around it. It was coming too fast to try and maneuver. Suddenly it was there. With a huge electric pop and blinding flash Janeway was home. She wore normal clothes, no starfleet uniform. Kathryn was on a vacation. She laughed as she watched Mark play with Molly on the sandy beaches surrounding them. The sun was starting to go down, and it was painting the bright blue sky glorious shades of orange and purple and pink. :: What a perfect day :: Janeway thought as Molly came bounding up to her. "Hi Molly! Are you having fun?" Kathryn asked her Irish Setter as she playfully scratched behide Molly's ears. The vacationing captain watched Mark try to skip stones across the glass like surface of the water. "Mark" she said "I think we should get going before it gets any darker don't you?" As Mark came walking towards her, another bright flash and they were there, Kathryn was once again on the bridge of her ship, and then, she wasn't. Each thought seemed to send her to another place, but not to her, each reality WAS real. She had no concept of what was happening to her, or her crew. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Kate Mulgrew leaning on a white pillar by the seashore in a black minidress. ******************************************************************** From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] These Precious Days... Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2001 21:33:38 -0000 "All Hands Brace For Impact!" Sisko shouted, as the Defiant tried desperately to evade the ribbon... The phenomenon on the viewscreen.....twisting and shaking for the energy contained within..... As the shields flared, as a console exploded, as the hull strained... Captain Benjamin Sisko stood, quickly assessing the situation. Sisko ordered a warp speed, and heading, and continued on with his life... For another Sisko, there was blackness... ------------------------------------ The sound of laughter. It was like a breath of fresh air....radiating calm. And for a moment, Benjamin Sisko was able to loose himself, in the swirling clouds of Bajor. Benjamin Sisko , not Captain...Emissary, or Chef, just Benjamin Sisko. As he lay, face up, on this grassy hill, the laughter deepened as it's source, a heavily pregnant Cassidy Yates, arrived. Collapsing onto the bank, beside him, she rested her head next to his, and the two lay in silence for several minutes. There was no idle conversation to detract from the scene before them. And after a few minutes of silence, the two stood up, hand in hand. A moment of shared understanding, and a moment of shared comprehension. Ben was almost getting used, to the time he had with the beautiful enigma that was Cassidy Yates, the beautiful enigma that was his wife, of several years. The two approached the wooden building, their house, their home. Stepping inside, Cassidy immediately aimed for the bathroom, kicking the door shut. Sisko chuckled and moved toward the window, checking the clock, he had built. The shimmering figure appeared, and solidified into Jake Sisko. Cassidy emerged, and padded toward him. The two embraced. As the sun began to set, Ben took in the scene. So often, in his life, he had lived for the next moment. It was so easy to miss them. ------------------------------- Quark threw his baseball 'cap' onto the grass. Simulated freshly cut. Sisko leapt from the batting cage, and sped round the 'square'. Quark had been pessimistic, as Worf managed to pick up the baseball after it landed just short of the boundary. This was when Sisko had just reached the third base. As cries were let out, some in favour of Ben, some screeching at Worf to throw! As Worf prepared to throw....Sisko did the only thing he could do, he leapt for the final base Flying through the air, to impact with his shoulder firmly onto the grass...where, to the protests of his shoulders, he continued to skid. Skimming across the base. The cheering that went up electrified the Captain.....as he turned his head, to be lifted up by the cheering niner's..... From that, he estimated that he'd been successful.... #Game to Niner's# the computer announced, ending the program. Sisko let himself be carried out...and deposited back in quarks, to sit at the head of the table.... Everyone was here, Jadzia, Odo, Kira, Worf, even Quark! All cheering, smiling...enjoying themselves. The Family that was. ----------------- Benjamin leapt onto the beach towel, to protect himself from the burning sand. "Hey!" the woman, who had occupied the towel cried. The woman who had occupied the towel......Jennifer. ------------------ Ben hadn't noticed the changes before, from one scene to the next, from one time to the next, but the first transition he had noticed. Back aboard the Defiant, a time that was definitely 'past' that was something that had happened.....something that couldn't be changed. A Memory. **************************************************************************** From: "robert catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] story line Date: Mon, 08 Jan 2001 23:39:39 -0000 Worf standing by the defiants weapon console, responed to sisko orders to engage shields then all went black. When he awaken to the bright sun of earth, back in the acadmey. Still sore from the first day of hand to hand combat training. Smiling as he remenber the broken nose he have given the instructor that day. ______________ all of the sudden he is on the Enterprise with Picard Congratulating him for winning the 1st place prize in hand to hand combat tournament. ________________ Worf Started to feel somthing wrong, but dismiss the felling. as he walk around the bridge of the enterprise. look up at the viewer and saw the ribbon. :this remind me of something, but what: he walk off the bridge to go to his quaters. ******************************************************************* From: Lil Sister Date: Tue Jan 9, 2001 3:03am Subject: The Place of Angels The space in the sky was golden. He felt ties still with his brother. "I forgive you for fighting me Data. For being weak, I am defeated." Lor shouted out loud. It was the pullings of the tranzportor that had finally ended him. But he was not deaktivated as he should. The light was a sun over the desert and he lie there, mostly in the sands. Lor rose to his feet and felt his torn not real skin from where his brother had last struck him a blow on the ship. ::Where is this place? How can I not be returned to the stars as the energy from the tranzportor pads? He had defeated me.:: The robotic man knew none of these things and he gained legs to stand there. The golden sky was still in his eyes but the sun did not hurt him. ::I am not on a land. This place is differenting to me.:: He turned and an oasis was behind him and in it was his lab from the final place he had been. The ones of single mind, his army band of Borg were no longer there. Lor went into the building to mend his tearing and was amazed that the right tool and the right thing needed was there under his touch without his thinking. ::It is all I require. How is this so?:: The evil chip in his head came out easilly and another that had not ever been before rested in his palm from the stand. "My emotions chip. It is the one Soonge wanted to make for my brother, but it is now changed to make me well. I have always wanting this." The pain and the blacknessing in his heart was no longer was being, the moment Lor replaced the gift chip given him. The jungle animals around the lab, their voices in the now night, soothed Lor as he did not know them to ever do before. He was alone and it was good. He looked at all of the things in the lab that were made just for him and he felt wonder. ::I am no longer in madness with my brother at my throat. My new chip is right and I am how I should be in this place. But where is here?:: Lor searched the sky with the long distance seer. But he only saw his own face in another seer looking back at him through the lenz in the night clouds. ::I am in the place of the angels. What I wish is granted here. I am alone yet I am happy. I must find why this is so at once.:: The made man's artifichal naturings rose curiosity. There was no place of angels he knew. Not in the real All. So he would find its name and others who were here as him. He had no doubt of that thinking. A wishing place was not whole without peoples. So Lor would find them and tell them of the healings he knew the golden space could now do. He packed a desert bundle and went toward the moon, walking. The new chip he had put inside his mind was gentling. He felt no regrettings in his heart or anger against his brother for damaging him and trying to tranzportor his body into nothing. He knew Data was acting for his shipmate peoples then, fearing for their safeties. Lor came upon a pool of water under the moon. It was not a reflection of himself or the golden light. This was differenting. In it, he saw stars caught in a flowing fire. ::What is this? That out there is a ribbon wave I don't know. Something is traveling there catching all the suns. Am I seeing trully? Is this desert and lab of mine inside? Is this place of angels the fire I am seeing in the waters?:: Lor cried out when he knew a seeings of a ship there in the sight inside the pool. It was an Earth peoples vessle. A new one like his brother's ship, the enterprize. Yet it was not. Lor focused his eyes on it and it was then closer as he wished so he could touch the metal with a palm. He saw it was caughting in the fire. It was words there that named the ship. The Defeant. Lor went inside the pool and so he was inside now, this ship of new peoples still fighting the fires. Still new to them. He was on a bridge and he saw the commanding man there. His skin was as dark as his was light. "I am Lor. I come from the place of angels that is inside this fire. Do not be afraids. You will not be returned to nothingness. Just want everything to be at peace and it will come." The commanding man was shaken and puzzled by Lor's clothes that spoke of the same place he knew. The Federation. And he was surprised by Lor's nature of being an artifichal man. Then Data's brother heard another man called this leader Sisko. Lor held out the friendship touching. "I know your peoples. And I know we should be finding more of them. This place is not in the stars we know. Sisko..Let us find out why together." ************************************************************ From: "patti keiper" Subject: Where there's smoke, there's fire.... Date: Tue, 09 Jan 2001 09:26:24 She was relaxed in her quarters practicing what she had learned from Tuvok just the night before. ::I will light that candle.:: she said through a tightening mouth. But the impressions from the crew surrounding her broke Kes's concentration and she resorted to lighting her meditation candle the old fashioned way, with a tazer. She laughed and waved the lights a little brighter in her quarters. She crossed her legs in a way Chakotay had shown her that he used on vision quests and the position gave her physical support that she needed to relax further. Kes closed her eyes once more to begin her next exercise. *Beep.* =^=Neelix to Kes. Sweetings? I- I hope I am not disturbing you but you know these Earth people's recipes so much better than I do.. eh..eh.. Naomi Wildman is here asking for an omelet and the captain is due down here with the commander in a few minutes and I want to have their breakfasts ready in time.. Can I persuade you to come down to the galley? It- it won't take long. I set up the back storage area here with another of your meditation candles and you can just continue where you left off....a- as soon as you're finished. =^= Kes dropped her head and smiled to herself at Neelix's delivered message over the comm system. No doubt the Dante's inferno surrounding Neelix's stove was alarming the crew again. She tapped her own combadge =^=I'll be right there Neelix. Expect me in five minutes. I've things to gather up here.=^= =^=Thanks, sweetings. *chuckle* Eh, I'm sure the captain, the commander and little Naomi here will appreciate anything you can do. I know I do.=^= Kes laughed and spoke into the connection, ::Samantha's little girl is there too?:: =^=Expect me sooner. Kes out.=^= The young Ocampa was feeling good. Ship's supplies were well stocked from Voyager's last stop over just this side of the Nekrit Expanse. And her studies with the EMH were going well. She was learning her emergency medical training quickly in her new capacity as the doctor's assistant. ::Now, let's hope I don't have to use it often..:: she mused seriously. Kes stood and left her Quarters after blowing out the candle. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Kes pace down the hall with her arms thoughtfully behind her back and she thought about this crew she now journeyed with. ::Everyone has been so kind to me. And to Neelix. And there's this wonderful ship with all of its technology made open to us.I owe Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay alot for sharing her ship and her people with us so openly, offering us a home. :: Kes didn't regret her decision to throw in her lot with these lost journeyers and adopt them as her own family. Their warm and caring natures still strong after so much adversity was an inspiration to her. She thought of all the people she had met so far. The affiable Harry Kim,who was actually twenty three to her three years who seemed most like her in youthful abandon. He was dedicated to the ship and its captain and,like Kes, wanted to show usefulness to the point of over eagerness. Now the ship's engineer, still frightened Kes a tiny bit with her fierce loyalty and frequent angry outbursts . Kes had watched this woman of the race Klingon suffer the changing over of her Maquis crewmates to the Federation way of thinking. Torres had now been the ship's engineer for seven years, and she did her job well. ::I wish I could be like her. So confident and knowledgable.:: Kes sighed. ::I wish we could be off duty friends as well as co-crew." Then her meandering thoughts considered Tom Paris, the yellow haired helmsman who piloted the ship. She knew Harry and he were inseparable, Harry adopting the ex-con in spite of repeated attempts on the part of the Lieutenant to push the Ensign away. ::I think their friendship is going to prove to be lifelong. I can see Tom at Harry's wedding as best man and vice versa.:: She remembered the concert they were at the night before. Tom had dropped everything in the holodeck, (his project as a grease monkey working on something called a Mustang.) to attend the Ensign's recital at the ship's first talent night to hear his friend play the clarinet very badly. ::Now that's friendship.:: They even enjoyed the captain's performance in a ballet called the Dying Swan dance. She looked very athletic and elegant to all their eyes. Kes recalled the helmsman's expression as Kes shared her own talent contribution on stage as a harlequin from Earth's old royal courts. She juggled fire and spheres and tumbled a bit like a gymnast. His eyes twinkled and he had intercepted one of her spheres from midair from his place in the front row. He returned it , of course, immediately, but not before he thoroughly studied the amused indignation on her face in minute detail. He had closed her fingers around the sphere and kissed her hand genteely. Kes was surprised by the gesture, but later, Captain Janeway had told her that the nobleman from the time Kes's harlequin act had come from, always greeted the ladies of the era in that manner. But Kes wasn't so sure Tom was merely acting out a scene.. He had seemed so....genuine. ::I wonder how Neelix would react to that?:: Kes said presumptiously to herself in her head. ::Is Tom attracted to me?:: Kes really didn't know. After all, she was only three. Soon, Kes was there in the messhall. It didn't take long for her to find the proper recipe for Neelix and his omelets and to say hello to Naomi. The smoke cleared out easily too, Kes had long since learned how to get the air ventilation systems in the galley to obey her computer commands with alacrity. She hugged the little girl and rescued a flaming pan of Ieolo root and egg from the bunsen burner before the substitute "cheese" scorched. "Oh, Neelix. You're trying too hard. Here... Earth omelets need low heat to melt. Did you forget that already? Oh! And did you get the captain's coffee thermos set? I'm about ready to head for the bridge and the captain likes her coffee by ten o'clock everyday." "I haven't forgotten, sweetings! It's over there by the bowl of fruitpods." Neelix said behind a column of clearing smoke and cooking vapors. Kes turned and spied the slender silver coffee container next to the vivid sky blue and orange striped Dresky pods in the big bowl on the countertop. Naomi giggled at the sight of Neelix's arms sticking out of the smoke still flipping omelets without the benefit of a head and body. Neelix sighed, "I think I've bitten off more than I can chew, Kes taking on the galley duties. These Earth recipes are fascinating but oh, so, challenging.. Did you know they have a dish called french fries where they cut their potato roots into little sticks and deep fry them in hot plant extract oil? They're funny looking that way but they're delicious! Have one.. Eh, Ensign Ballard had a craving so I cooked these for her." Another arm reached through the smoke and handed out two frenchfries. Naomi took one and Kes the other. The pale color was unusual as well as the seasoning that bit down. "It's called salt." Neelix said, already guessing her next question. "It's a mineral that humans derive from distilled ocean water. They once used salt in bars as money at one time." Kes's eyes opened in amazement and she finished her french fry. "If you're set here, Neelix. I'll go take this, " she grabbed up the captain's thermos, "To Captain Janeway." "Sure thing, sweetness. I think Naomi and I have a handle on breakfast now. See you at dinner at 0630. We're invited to Chakotay's so bring cinnamon for the tea. I think he's going to activate the latest sent Barclay hologram mailcall along with Boothby just to chitchat and find out more about the latest happenings on Earth." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kes made the bridge with 30 seconds to spare. She saw that Captain Janeway was still occupied there in her ship's log so she entered the ready room ahead of her to pour the captain's morning cup. No doubt that she would smell it all the way over to the center seat and come running.. Kes set down the thermos to a curious sensation.. A rising ebb of distant emotion and echoes deep in her mind. Unconsciously, Kes looked to the port windows and saw a writhing ribbon twisting there out in space. The red alert bloodied the lighting and Kes ran to the bridge just in time to see the leading edge of the strange phenomena hit Voyager on the main viewer. "Captain! It's not what it seems! It's an echo of some kind, another place!" But the bridge crew never heard Kes cry out. She was swept away into each of their dreamlands and dropped to the deck, overwhelmed by their experiences. She saw the captain with Mark and her dog, Molly on an Earth beach and other visions from the ship's bridge crew in her mind. She had no vision or dream of her own. She only saw theirs. Protectively, Kes fainted where she lay on the bridge upper deck. The dreams stopped. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Kes meditating with a candle. Image : Neelix stirring a pan fried omelet batter. **************************************************************************** From: "Cory Anda" Subject: Fading Boundaries.. Date: Tue, 09 Jan 2001 09:46:06 -0000 Chakotay was not on duty. It was Kathryn's watch and he was glad of it. The past few weeks had been boring to say the least. A milk run to a nearby solar system, a text book trade mission that resulted in Voyager getting everything she needed in supplies for the month without a hitch. Heck, he even had the crew's semi-annual evaluations done early. There was nothing left for the first officer to do on the bridge except monitor Tom's course changes. And the helmsman certainly didn't need to be babysat. ::Kathryn's better at ordinary days than I am.:: he quipped in his mind. ::I am much better at THIS..:: he thought. Chakotay took another swipe with his wood auger at the boat he was carving on the holodeck. It was a rivercrafted canoe. And Chakotay had programmed its realism to include all the hardships one would have carving something out of a birch tree trunk. He found the work restful. At one time, he and Kathryn talked about exploring a riverway in a boat. But then, she and he had been stranded on a planet because of an incurable microbe. That time on New Paradise had effected both of them deeply, personally. In their twenty week stay, the boundaries of captain and commander had eroded to one of a deepening relationship, one that could have lead to even more between them so many years ago. But that option never materialized and the two of them realized that nothing would change with concern for them in matters of the heart. That point was made even more clear when their rescue was effected by Tuvok and the EMH's Vidiian scientist companion and they had to put command pips back onto their collars. Kathryn eventually found solice in other relationships, even the hologram kind at times and Chakotay had accepted this. A captain should not be involved with her ship's crew romantically. It was a philosophy even he felt was warranted. But that didn't preclude a platonic friendship from remaining behind from that stranding's experience. There weren't that many people that he and the captain COULD be on equal terms with. Except themselves. They could share similar interests that way. And one of them was going to be river canoeing. Chakotay peeled a bark fragment off of the wooden canoe's prow. He was finished. ::Finally.:: he smiled in satisfaction. He rubbed off chaff from his sweaty hands onto his olive shirt and he hefted up the craft onto his shoulders over his head. He knew this holoscenario well, it was an excellent recreation of New Paradise. The bathtub was still there. They both agreed that it should be an element in the program to remain with every visit. Like Chakotay's carving table. Kathryn returned from time to time to indulge herself in the tub's steaming waters and he, like now, to create wooden treasures. ::A good refuge was a good refuge.:: But Chakotay had deleted the fly traps that had hung from the real trees back then. He and Kathryn no longer had a plague they needed to cure. And he deleted the hurricanes.... The canoe plunked down on the bathtub and the first officer anchored it there, leaving a notepadd on a seat. ::No doubt Kathryn will see the boat now. And my note. She'll have to reprogram the emitters to move this before her next bath.:: She would be by soon in the next few days to have her weekly "bath" and the canoe would be there, waiting for her to find it. Chakotay checked the details of the note that would share what it stored the second the captain activated its padd. But not a moment beforehand. Chakotay left the holodeck whistling.. He loved crafting little surprises.. Especially ones made for his friends. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The first officer had sonic showered away the sweat that had followed him from the holodeck carving and now was seated before his medicine bundle. "Achoochemoya. I am far from the lands of my fathers. I am far from the bones of my people. Perhaps there is one in this place who'll embrace me and find me the answers I seek..." The cabin disappeared. And Chakotay found himself not on an ocean beach or in a meadow or wood, but on a desert with a flaming aurora in the sky. It was the color of fire.... Matseyeho bounded forth from inside a sand dune, howling in full throat. #A journey is beginning that will need all of your cunning, Dark One. I know not what that is in the sky.. Arrroowwwwww#.. The image of his spirit guide exploded into a burst of glowing cinders onto the wind and Chakotay jerked in shock. She was gone. "Matseyeho!" Chakotay shouted, trying to be heard over a rising wind. "Matseyeho!" His inner focus was shattered and the center he had entering his trance wobbled. No reassuring wolf's grin met his eyes. A white buffalo came from the air, bearing down on him in a charge, It's massive creamy horns and black eyes filled with many sparkles. It's snowy pelt waving in a maelstrom. ::The sacred buffalo.:: His eyes tearing from the driving sand. ::The precursor of dreams..:: he whispered.. ::I have only to let it in to reach them.:: Chakotay stood still while the animal bore down on him in thundering strides. He had no time to cry out when he was swept up into its horns and tossed, injured, onto the sands. ..onto the carpeting... in his cabin.. Blood from his mouth and torn shoulder poured down, obscuring his vision. The first officer vaguely realized that he was back in his quarters. Broken ribs bit down. ::What the-- I am hurting! Vision quests cannot injure the body.. I don't unders--:: Pain enveloped him. Chakotay tried to tap his left shoulder in the proper place, but the combadge was not there. He was still in his quest robe, sprawled onto the floor. He fell onto his side, trying to steady his short breathing and he called for the computer, gasping.. "Computer. O- Open a channel: Medbay/Bridge." #Channel open.# came the succinct reply. "Ch-- *cough* Chakotay to the captain. Emergency.. My quarters.. I- I've been injured.. Unk- Unknown effect!" Chakotay had to stop speaking then and concentrate on breathing. He willed himself to stay awake until help arrived. He found he could not answer those replying to his comm at all. In the window, the stars were gone and a ribbon of orange danced there. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : (computer art) J and Chakotay portrait study. Image: Chakotay in his quarters on a Vision Quest. Image : The Manitou White Buffalo that tramples Chakotay. Image : Janeway close up in concern. ***************************************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: Breakfast with my friends. Date: Tue, 09 Jan 2001 09:58:56 -0000 I like Nelix. He was making me breakfast. Eggs again. I thought it was funny the way the room got all smokey then. It was funny. And Nelix's friend Kes had to make it all better again every morning. And she never got mad.. I saw Kes leave with the drink for the captain. I had the afternoon coffey shift. I gave all of the bridge crew what they wanted and Nelix came with me every day. That way I got to see everything as captains assistent. Only now, it wasnt time yet. It was to early. So I had my eggs and french fryze and I talked to my friend. Nelix! Nelix! Why dont you just use the foodmaker to get all the breakfasts made on time? I know we have to save enrgy but now its good and we dont have to worry about that for a whil. Then we can go see the new baby. My moms all bettr now. The hollow doc has taken realy good care of her. Did you know my new brothers name is Joshua? He was born five days ago. Hes realy nice. I want you to see him. Just you and me. So hurry. hurry up so we can go. Nelix finaly finishd cooking it all. He left the mess hall with me and we went to sickbay where Joshua was. He was so small. He was still in an incubatr. He had dark hair like my dad whil mine was light. Hi Joshua I said, Meet Nelix. Hes my good friend from the ship and hes real nice. Nelix smiled at me and my little brother. The hollow doc came over. "Naomi, good morning. Your little brother's doing just fine. I just scanned him and soon, he'll be able to join you and your family at home." he smiled. "Hello. Mr. Neelix. You've managed to get through breakfast without one crewmember coming down here complaining of smoke inhalation. I am suitably impressed with your growing cooking prowess..." the hologram EMH commented dryly. I poked Nelix in the side to not get mad. Then I gave Joshua to Nelix to hold and I was glad. My little brother was so little! I wantd him and me to stay in the same room at night so I could watch him. But mommy said I needed to wait a whil for that. I was so happy. I told Nelix that he could come over when Joshua was biggr so we could all play togethr. Then I herd a call come to sickbay. It was Chakoty. Something was wrong. So I went there. I had to. I had to see for me. _______________________________________________________________ (attachment) Image : Neelix tucking in Naomi for bedtime in the darkened child's room. ************************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Awake! Date: Tue, 9 Jan 2001 23:37:39 -0000 Earth! A shining oasis is the vastness of space - the birthplace of humanity. Tom feels gratified to see it again, but the sight is going to be short-lived as the temporal window, with a little outside help, begins to re-root them back into the Delta Quadrant. Tom glances back at the man with the cat in his hands. His 'sponsors' have freed them from the Q trap, but who knows what kind of cosmic wheeling and dealing has been going on the background to make it happen. As Earth fades from view, a light jolt unsettles everyone. At the same time, one person winks from existance back to their own time and space. More follow, but the ride is getting rough. "Is this supposed to happen?" Tom asks, but gets nothing bar the impassive expression of Gary Seven. Time seems to slow as the transition occurs, but data is passing through Tom's console faster than he can read. It's working and yet it's not. Tom tries to keep Voyager steady but quantum currents sear the ship. "Structural field down to 78%" Tuvok is heard saying as they rattle closer to a bright, pale blue light. The light streams through the viewscreen, invading every corner of the bridge. Tom can barely see his controls. By all rights panic should have set in, but then that weird feeling comes over again. That solid conviction that Voyager will survive and everything will be right with the universe again. Consisto penso immortalis....... For we are immortal! And then the light blasts through.................... ___________________________________________________ Tom's eyes snap open. It takes him a few moments to realise he's staring at the ceiling of his quarters. He blinks a few times before sitting up. "Man, what a mindwarp." He wonders where he got such a strange and vivid dream from. Then he realises he's not in bed, but rather sitting on his couch. *What the hell happened last night?* "Computer, time" he yawns. "The time is zero-seven fifty hours." He freezes as the announcement penetrates his muddled mind. "Sh*t!" Twelve minutes later he's in a turbolift heading for the bridge. He'd got ready in record time, but then faced the agonising decision of whether to make himself even later by popping into sickbay to ask the Doc to hypo this hangover away. Eventually he decided not to make that side-trip. In her last briefing Captain Janeway had voiced her concerns about the downward trend of timekeeping aboard the ship. The bridge officers were supposed to be setting an example. As the doors swish open, Tom makes his way to the helm, relieving Ensign Jenkins from her graveyard shift. "You're late, Tom" comes a female voice from behind him. He turns round to see the Captain looking at him, eyebrows raised. "Ah... yes Captain. Seems I forgot to set the computer to wake me up this morning." He catches Harry stifle a grin from his ops station. "Well... considering what happened last night, I'll let you off, just this once" Janeway says with a small smile of her own. Tom furrows his brow. "Aye.... Captain." He turns back to his station, then glances back at Harry who has that 'I know nothing' face on. Who does he think he's fooling? Soon as lunchtime arrives, Tom's going to find out exactly what 'did' happen last night. One thing's for sure, it's looking less and less likely that it was synthehol he was drinking... ___________________________________________________ Two hours later, Tom has invented several particularly nasty methods to kill whoever did this to him, when his thoughts are rudely pushed from his mind by the sudden rocking of the ship. "What was that?" Chakotay asks. "Whatever it is it came out of nowhere. Sensors were monitoring nothing a few moments ago." Tom's hands fly over the controls as Harry pulls up the viewscreen. A bright orange wave of crackling energy fills the screen. =^= Captain to the bridge =^= Chakotay says, tapping his commbadge. =^= I'm on my way =^= come's Janeway's reply. Tom barely notices when she steps back onto the bridge, all his attention on trying to evade this energy wave. Nothing's working though. As the waves crashes against Voyager, a power surge pulses though the helm control. Tom pulls his hands away as if burned, arcs of purple electricity running up his arms. ___________________________________________________ One magnificent whiteout later....... Tom blinks his eyes open, staring at a ceiling for the second time that day. His hands are tingling slightly as he pulls himself up. All is quiet. The image on the viewscreen remains there balefully, balls of white light shooting across it. Tom checks his instrumentation - they're inside the cosmic ribbon. "Captain?" But as he turns around he sees the crew lying around the bridge, all seemingly unconscious. No... the Captain seems to be murmering something. Molly? Her eyes open briefly. "Captain, are you okay?" Toms starts, but as soon as recognition of where she is passes across her eyes, she drifts away again. Tom looks around. Everyone else seems to be in a similar situation. Not quite unconscious, but drifting from here to god knows where. Tom remembers from about a year ago the alien that made them all hallucinate while their bodies went into a trance-state. This is similar, yet... different. He goes back to his helm hoping to pull the ship back out of the ribbon, but he's dismayed as the internal readings show the warp engines as down and the impulse engines all but burnt out. They're dead in space. Hesitantly Tom taps his commbadge. If he's not being affected by whatever it is, probability dictates there must be others on the ship unaffected too. "Paris to Torres." No answer. "B'Elanna, talk to me." Nothing. "Paris to Vorik." Static. "God d@mn it" he hisses. "Paris to anyone on the ship that can hear me." He waits for a reply... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: Be careful what you wish for~~~ Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2001 06:37:25 -0000 Harry Kim was actually relaxed for once. He had just learned that he didn't have to pull a night duty in the big chair all week. No muss. No fuss. Just the usual nine to five at Operations. He would give anything to do a little post switching with his best bud, Tom Paris. Kim'd give anything to see how his friend would fare at the heart of the ship. ::How would the weight of command feel then I wonder:: He thought projecting his wish onto yet another non verbal show from the helmsman of a carefree stretch and feigned yawn. Kim was up to his eyeballs in scans. The captain had wanted every possible angle and kind of probe imaginable. Voyager was in new territory, pressing on into unknown waters. And it was only little ol Harry Kim in the lookout bucket. He give anything to actually find something decent enough to even report aloud. He relayed all of his readings to the captain's chair terminal as fast as he organized them but neither felt the need to comment on any of them. The same, dull , routine ether and occasional nebula sprinkled in for texture. BBooorrriiiinnnnggg.::But never to the captain.:: he amended, straightening up as he felt her eyes sweep his way every so often. If only he could find something of interest for her to concentrate on instead of him in those sweeping moments. A beeping nearly made the young ensign leap out of his uniform. "Ah, captain. I think I found something to end that tedium you mentioned facing at the beginning of your shift.. Look at this..." He relayed the sensor ghost of a moving band of unknown irregularity in the Kohler range scale. He shifted that part of space to the main viewer and a corsicating ribbon of glowing light seemed to ignite the way ahead. He wasn't surprised when Janeway ordered a red alert. At the same time, the doors parted and Kes stumbled onto the bridge. The red alert bloodied the lighting and Kes ran to the bridge just in time to see the leading edge of the strange phenomena hit Voyager on the main viewer. "Captain! It's not what it seems! It's an echo of some kind, another place!" Harry was jolted as he felt the ship's prow confront the wave jarringly. He saw Kes collapse to the decking. At Janeway's nod for Kim to check on the fallen girl, another officer took over Operations smoothly. Kim grabbed a medkit down to find a bioprobe to scan the girl's vital signs. It seemed that she was only blacked out in a faint and Harry could not find an obvious cause for her condition. Then the captain gasped and grew pale, sinking down into her chair, shaking.. "Captain?" Kim called out, "Are you all right?" He aimed his scanner over in her direction. She was trembling and her heart rate was accelerated as if she'd taken a shock. "Shall I call for a second med team to the bridge?" A new wave passed and everyone lost control of their senses. They all started dropping to the deck, twitching like rag dolls stabbed by voodoo pins. Harry saw Tom was the only one still seated and oriented. The rest of the bridge crew was on a losing spiral into coma. All except the captain. Harry shouted, "Are the shields still up?!" he said trying to crawl to his station. Before Janeway could answer, Harry was simply gone.. elsewhere. He blinked and another man was in the command chair of a very different ship. A dark skinned man by the name of "Sisko..." he said out loud. He had seen this face only briefly on a tour he once taken at Voyager's short stopover at Deep Space Nine on her maiden voyage. A wrinkled Ferengi with a very familar visage looked up from a man with a melted wax face and smiled, showing all of his sharpened teeth. ::It's that crafty no good bartender who almost swindled me out of all my credits on a box of cufflinks. It's Quark..:: he marveled. ::But what am I doing here?:: He saw that the Defiant had an open channel to Voyager and that they saw every move Janeway and the command officers were now giving to deal with their strange failing states , to understand Kes's stillness and now Harry's sudden disappearance off the bridge. ::You're on your own my friend.. :: Kim thought to the image of Paris on the viewer, only you can help them all now.:: He saw Janeway's face react with alarm at Chakotay's out of character contact to sickbay and her bridge comm. "Ch-- *cough* Chakotay to the captain. Emergency.. My quarters.. I- I've been injured.. Unk- Unknown effect!" But no one over there moved and they drifted out of consciousness. Kim saw the lone helmsman grip his seat at another bucking and shout something aloud, but the forward viewer went static. Amazingly, the new ship under Harry's feet wasn't even swaying slightly. He saw another man, an android in woven brown clothes, emerge from the same wall he had arrived through. Then all five of them were face to face. Odo, Sisko, Lor, Harry and Quark, all staring slightly aghast at developments. Ensign Kim turned to the rightful captain in front of him and shrugged, "I take it, you've no idea what's going on either.." The dark skinned man stood toe to toe with Lor but mildly studied Harry and his matching uniform to others on his bridge. The Ferengi didn't wait for niceties. "Human, this is no time to gallavant around with transporters, can't you see we're a little occupied at the moment?!" Harry saw the same pale pallor to Sisko's skin that he saw in Janeway's, one of a profound heartfelt sense of loss... "Uh, Q--werk,, I mean Quark, good to see you again too. But that wave out there is doing some very strange things to my vessel and crew.." Kim said rapidly, "I'd leave if I could if I only knew how I got here in the first place." he sighed, he set his medtricorder which had accompanied him to the Defiant down on the nearest console. "Somebody, slap me, I must be dreaming.." Quark grinned lopsidedly watching Sisko shake his head and Odo grabbing the captain's arm, "You're not the only one hallucinating around here. At least, we both seem to be hallucinating each other. Could be worse... We could acually be dead right now.." A huge fist of energy slammed down on the Defiant's hull all present were flung face down and then slammed into the ceiling with force. Harry came away from the horrid jolt with a bloody chin. The Ferengi screeched over the medlam. "I- I didn't mean that at all! I take that back,.." he protested to the main viewer and the Nexus writhing there. "I meant that we could actually be dead STILL right now.." he hollered defensively to no one he could see. The buffeting ceased abruptly and it was a full ten seconds before anyone felt like regaining their feet. Harry said, "Boring day was this? Huh... I should be careful what I wish for..." he said to the new bridge at large, holding his bleeding chin gingerly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (attachments) Image : H playing Kaltoh. Image : Creation Entertainment conventions logo. Gif: Paramount disclaimer logo. **************************************************************** From: "Fran Catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Could This Get Any Worse? Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 02:34:30 -0000 B'Elanna was struggling with the last relay she was working on. It was being difficult. ::Figures!:: B'Elanna thought. Growling loudly in frustration, she decided to take a break. After all the ship had been through, she and her engineering crew were going through the entire system and giving it the all time-consuming Level 3 diagnostic. Unfortunately, they had uncovered many difficulties, and she and her crew were putting in long hours. "Ensign Vorik" she called over to the Vulcan officer. "Have you completed the diagnostic on the transporter relays?" "Yes I have, Lieutenant." he answered. "It is satisfactory." She glared at him. "I don't want 'satisfactory', Vorik! I want to know if the problem with the transporter has been taken care of!", she stated firmly. ::What is wrong with her today?:: Vorik wondered. ::Guess I'd better be more forthcoming.: He knew there were times when she was very demanding. Especially during a Level 3 diagnostic of engineering. Sighing inwardly, he turned back to her question. "Yes, I have completed the diagnostic and the problem has been fixed, Lieutenant." he answered. Satisfied with his answer, B'Elanna turned her attention back to that relay she was having problems with. Finally, it was done. She stood up and stretched, feeling her joints pop. It had been a long 72 hours. ::I really need to take a shower, and get a little sleep.:: she thought. Nodding at Vorik, she said, "I'm going back to my quarters.", and left engineering. A short time later, B'Elanna was sitting in her quarters. She had taken a shower and felt much better. She felt tired, but didn't want to sleep just yet, so sitting down on her couch with some coffee, she decided to go over the latest reports Chakotay had given her. As she studied them, she suddenly felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell exactly what. Her earlier fatigue gone, she changed into uniform and headed back to engineering. As she walked in the door, she heard the red alert. Hitting her combadge, she said, =^= Torres to Bridge. What's going on up there?=^= but there was no response. Agitated, she called out again, =^= Torres to the Doctor=^=, but once again there was no response. ::I thought we had everything fixed:: she fumed. She would need to dress down her subordinates when this situation had passed. "Computer, what's happening?" she ordered. No response. She felt the ship shake violently. She knew something was going on. She was able to get the sensors online and check the readings from the bridge. A strange orange ribbon was on the view screen. ::How strange:: she thought and just stared for a moment...mesmorized. "Miss Torres, I asked you a question." the man in the front of the room said. Blinking, B'Elanna looked around. She was in a strange room, with others staring at her. She just stared dumbly. Finally, he said, "I will talk with you later, Miss Torres." and continued on with his questioning. ::I'm back at the Academy.:: she realized. She happened to be in the room of the instructor who happened to be the hardest, one of the main reasons she left the Academy. As the class came to an end, she got up to leave. Turning to retrieve her books, she turned back around. And found herself on the Bridge of the small ship she and the other resistance Maquis had been on before coming to Voyager. She was there, along with Chakotay and Tuvok. "I need more power to the shields, B'Elanna!", Chakotay shouted to her. She looked at her readings. It did not look good. "I don't have any more power to give you, Chakotay!", she yelled back at him. "We're falling apart!" She heard Voyager inform them to be prepared for a beam out. There was a bright flash of light. She felt disoriented. ::Could this get any worse::, she wondered? The light cleared, and she was face to face with someone she never wanted to see again. "Well, so we meet again, B'Elanna. I assure you, you will not get away from me this time." ::And I thought it couldn't get any worse. :: B'Elanna internally grimaced. Here, in front of her, sood Kotar, grinning widely. She was on the Barge of the Dead, on the way to Gre'thor, also known as Klingon Hell, where dishonored souls were taken. --------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : B'Elanna Torres on the deck of the Barge of the Dead, battle ready. ******************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: A running man, in a single night.. Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 13:35:52 +0400 "Dabo!!" came the cry again, echoing obscenely human into his tiny tailoring workshop. Elim Garak smiled a warm, icy smile as he threaded another needle. ::Ah, yes.. Revenge is sweet.:: he thought to himself. It had been no difficult feat to pull the commercializing wool over that weasel-ly bar rodent's brother to leave for the upper holosuites on a fake malfunction call.. It helped that Miles O'Brien and Quark himself went on that latest away mission with Captain Sisko on board the Defiant. Then, Garak could get back at his favorite tormentor in true style.. "Why I ever trusted that two timing, materialistic, worm with my fine Oberian Silk shipment order is beyond me.. Now those adorable ladies won't have anything fit to wear at the Dabo table on time according to the schedule I promised them. So what's a little Dabo wheel rigging between friends, eh, Quark?" Garak said, hefting up a Raktejino mug to the Ferengi's proprietor holopic on one wall. "I only lost seven hundred credits worth on that misremembrance.. Shall we say,.. about two hours time with the Dabo wheel circuits programmed in FAVOR of any patron..? Then I'll shut down my piggyback chip like a good neighbor... heh, heh, heh.." Garak loved females.. of any species.. Not for their gender but for the way their bodies modelled his garments with such art and promise.. But he HATED seeing his favorite modelers so angry at his not having their costumes ready on time .. ::AS promised....:: Garak echoed again, face furrowing in anger. ::It's not everyday that one has such perfection in the humanoid form as Quark's Dabo table showgirl entourage'.:: Then the coveted cry came again, '''Dabo!!!''' and this time he looked up from the delicate gossamer sea green teddy he was shaping around his plastifoam bust. His frown melted away even more quickly as he did the math.. "Now.. We're even, Quark.. seven hundred credits Dabo loss for seven hundred credits compensative kissing up to my women customers.. Business concluded.. I'd say. It wouldn't do to get on Quark's bad side and swindle too much now would it.." Garak reached up onto an overloaded desktop and pulled down the device connected his shop's computer to Quark's Dabo tables.. He shut it off with a satisfied click.. ::Even Odo's gone on that away mission so my little revenge factor will not be seen at all. :: He carefully laid a lilac ribbon of neon silk from Quark's waylaid shipment on it's nestled chalkline at the inseam of the top center of the teddy... "Now, just move this another millimeter upwards and it'll hug the bustline in the proper provocative Dabo table way without infringing on my lady's sense of modesty..." Garak squinted as he eyeballed his adjustment. He peered close, holding the place with both fingers inches from his spectacled nose.. "A stitch in time saves..nine...." he mumbled to himself smugly.. ::And I could've been on the starship mission with them instead of here..Lucky me..:: The delicate ribbon suddenly pulsed and grew in size, its hue merging into orange and suddenly, it grew all encompassing, wrapping the Cardassion tailor up in a Cinderella like snarl of chaotic energy.. :AAHhhh!" Garak ducked his head, thinking a prankster had spiked his Bajoran tea cup, when he fell into a vast pocket fold of the teddy.. He shrank as he fell, screaming, into the writhing ribbon valley that seemed to have a life of its own. He saw stars of all things, and felt a blast of intense cold. The teddy then tasted like toddy in his mouth, so he ripped it free , hitting with a thud, and Garak suddenly went rolling across carpeting.. ::My shop doesn't have floor covering.. I find my Marble stone holds in the heat very well so I don't freeze to death on the station, where am I?:: Garak had lost his tailoring glasses in his misadventure so he squinted in the dark compartment he now found himself within. A flame flare shot from a viewscreen that was instantly there where none was before. The lighting in Garak's reptillian retinas improved and he took to his trembling feet. A low hiss of thruster power thrummed through his light slippers and he suddenly knew where he was.. "Now I am ON that very D@mned ship I thought I cleverly avoided..!!" he roared.. Five people turned and looked at him from the other side of the Defiant's bridge.. Sisko, Lor, Quark, Harry Kim and now, Odo stared right back at him, not even surprised.. ::I knew it! Odo had my little table tampering device rigged turncoat and I was beamed here.. Well I'll not let it effect me in the slightest. The less I let on, the more power I'll have over the situation. Keep them wondering is the Black Order's motto. Useful even now in my exile's fate with these Feddies.:: Garak regained his Cardassian cool in a pico.., He peeled the eensy girly teddy off his person and hid it behind his back with feigned embarassement. "Hello everyone, it seems, A rift in time, sends mine." He cast eyes downward to his own derrier and rubbed the soreness out of it from his fall. ::@ss, that is.:: he amended silently. SEE SOUND BITE He gave a slight bow to his fellow Deep Space Nine acquaintances and waited to see what they had to say.. ----------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Garak closeup, looking at you. Audio : G- (laughing) Even your own computer program turns against you.. *animated* Computer display in amber of a coursing grid. **************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Til ..Death Do Us Part.... Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2001 13:12:12 +0400 Jadzia came to herself in bits and pieces.. Her recollection was sketchy. Where was the wraith entity from the wormhole? Last thing she remembered, she was by the Bajoran chapel with the Tear of the Prophet, kneeling, and then she had remembered that bright tongue of disruptor fire arching and burning into and through her back. She focused inward, inside the core she knew herself to be. ::Oh, my God..:: Dax quailed. ::He's not there..:: In a sudden panic, Jadzia lifted her simple gown in which she was garbed inside her mental eye's vision. A neat surgical line, still flushed red from fresh application ran from her sternum to lower abdomen. ::Julian's taken him from me for another host. I am no longer Dax...:: she quailed.. ::But if that's true.. I'd be...:: "Dead?" came a voice off to her left. Jadzia opened her real eyes, they were still full of grit from her scorched science uniform she no longer wore. It was a sense of realism even she couldn't deny. She whirled and faced the deep stenorous voice. She was wearing heavy armor and the weight pressed down on the disruptor burn lancing through her middle. It was a Klingon standing there at the wheel of bloody wood, and there was rust tinged fog all around him and the scent of carrion. A twist of hot, salty wind blew the vapor away and Jadzia could see that she was on an ancient seagoing vessel.. ::This is the Barge of the Dead from the legends Worf told me. And there is no flaming island or citadel so we haven't reached Gre'thor yet.:: Jadzia remembered his name, "You are Kotar if I can believe this reality. Why am I here? I am not Klingon by blood. Only by marriage and honor. I thought the Barge was for those Khin'zai who were dishonored.." The huge being threw back his greasy head and laughed mightily. He gestured to a decrepid warrior to take his place steering. His footfalls clanked heavily on the slicked deck as he came over to Jadzia and grabbed her chin with one leather glove. "You are not Klingon, this is true. But you ARE dishonored. Your mate was not there to save you in your time of need. And THAT is creed as one of the Unforgivables.." Jadzia looked down and saw bruises on her hand and a vision of Worf clutching her palm hard in grief in sickbay and the conversation she had with him before.... "Yes,.." Kotar went on, peering into Jadzia's eyes, "You died.." "Who can know why the gods cast your soul to me. But know you are here now and that there is no turning back." Jadzia used a defensive move and broke his grip on her face. Her rage gave her clarity and up in the sky, she saw something that wasn't in the descriptions of the Barge from her memory. It was a ribbon of lava glow, twisting in the sky above the barge mast.. ::What is that?!:: her scientific mind asked. Moments after she formed the thought, her tarnished Klingon armour was no longer. Her science blue uniform was back. And the disruptor mark was absent.. Her white hot poker of agony in her spine was gone. "Tell me Kotar.. if you absolutely lord over it all on your ship, why is a spatial rift emanating overhead.. hmm?" Kotar gave a roar of dismay and he flung back his arms, throwing a look upwards to the rigging and the St. Elmo's Fire flowing there. Jadzia retreated backwards into the fog and the carrion scent retreated. She promptly bumped back to back into a Klingon woman in rusty silver battle gear, and suddenly found a Bat'Leth at her throat. Torres's sour breath spilled into her face, full of fear. The Trill smiled wryly, "You can try to kill me but my symbiont is no longer present so I am as good as dead. Press in another five centimeters and my carotid artery is sure to be compromised and I assure you, I will die most spectacularly..." she hissed angrily. ------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : A deceased Jadzia on a sickbay biobed. Image : A tender closeup of Bashir holding Jadzia Dax. **************************************************************** From: "runic147" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] All things made anew Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2001 10:42:44 -0500 Wesley finds himself standing in a gray void that seems to be more liquid the air. ~Where am I? Am I dead? I had no idea trapping the Q’s the way I did would kill me. I should have listen to the Traveler and used more caution with what I do. Why is it I only learn things like this when it is just past to late? ~ Wesley stops in his museings as laughter surrounds him from every direction. “Who are you? Where am I and how did I get here? Show yourself please.” “My, My full of questions aren’t we Wesley? Does it really matter WHO I am? Or where you are for that matter. What matters is that you are here and I am here and that your not dead but here to be offered a gift.” “What do you mean a ‘gift’? Please tell me who you are and why I am here or at least where here is?” “Oh Very well. Just ruin all the fun wont you. This is a pocket in time I have created to talk to you in without have to enter your reality myself. As to who I am lets just say I created the Q’s and the Gray’s.” “You created the Q? Why on earth did you do a thing like that for? All they do is Create trouble. As to the Gray’s they are just as bad they are never seen or heard when they should be.” “Yes what you say is true child every bit of it. They were created to Balance each other but instead they areas you see them. The Q ever meddling and the Gray sit and watch and wait far to long before acting. That bring me to the gift I spoke of.” With that said a shape appears in the gray and to Wesley’s eyes and wonderment the Traveler appers. “YOU?!” is all Wesley can get out of his mouth before his mind stops working. “Yes Wesley me but this is only a shape I hold for now. I have be teaching you for years of everything there is to know and then some. I have watched you unlock many of the lock that hold everyone else in check in your reality.” The Traveler says. “But what you just did to the Q on that ship proves I made the right chose in picking you.” “Picked me for what?” “To be the balanceing force between the Q and Gray, seeing as they are not what they should be. I offer you a gift Wesley, one I hope you will take even if it will seems like your job will be never ending for unlike the Q and the Gray you will be but one person not many. Do you wish to hear more?” All Wesley can do at this point is nod. “I am glad to hear it. I will give you the power to effect the Q and the Gray in any way you see fit. Much like what you did back on that ship but to a much greater digree, even so far as to strip the of there power completely. Also anything you ask they must answer truthfully to you, they cannot lie to you about anything. And finally, You are immune to all there powers nothing they do will effect you at all. So now that you know the pluses you should know the down side. Unlike the Q and Gray your you can not effect the ‘normal’ races at all other then to counter the effects of the Q or the Gray. You will still be able to do as you have done in the past, like teleporting others and sharing your energy with them like you did to save the captain. So do you accept my offer?” Wesley is silent for what seems to be forever before he says, “I shall accept your offer..” “Very good.” With that a dark blue light surrounds Wesley as the Traveler changes shape and says, “Two other things both the Q and the Gray will know you for what your are but not exactly till you show them what you are. The Q will think you are Gray and the Gray as a Q. But in short time you will become know to all as your own type and person you an create the name when the time comes. Second, You will no longer age.” Before He can say a word he finds himself on board yet another ship on the bridge with a few of the others from the last one. All that the people there see is a bright blue flash. “Hello everyone would someone mind telling me what ship this is? Captain Sisko?” Wesley asks, “I have heard much about your travels. My name is Wesley Crusher.” *************************************************************************** From: Myron Ojala Date: Sat Jan 13, 2001 5:16pm Subject: Jailbird takes wing... Slowly he opened his eyes. He looked around the room where he found himself. Suder realized that he was still in the brig and that the force field at the doorway was deactivated. Cautiously he stepped through and saw that the security guard who monitored the console was lying on the floor unconscious. Sudor knelt over him and felt a pulse, strong and even, but he could not find a reason for the man's unconsciousness. Sudor's last memories had been that he had been facing Kazon, who were all about to shoot him with their disruptors. Everything had gone black.. until recently, when he found himself in the holding cell on Voyager. Only now he was in Bajoran technician gear and an earring hung from his ear that he knew he had lost years before. Lon walked quickly to the bulkhead doors where they smoothly opened and he stepped through them. Looking around, he saw that no one else was about. Before Lon Sudor could decide what to do, he heard Tom Paris's query come over the ship wide intercom. "Is there anyone who can read me?!" A smile lit up Sudor's face. He decided he would investigate the situation on board ship further before he revealed himself to the bridge crew. As Lon explored the corridors he came upon a storage compartment full of tricorders. He pulled one out and turned it on. He checked the local readings of his surroundings. Everyone within sensor readings appeared to be unconscious like the security guard. His readings indicated that two Voyager crewman were still awake. A closer lifesign showed severe injuries.. Sudor found that this was Chakotay and he made his way as quickly as he could to where the lifesigns were, Chakotay's quarters. He overrode the security commands and entered cautiously. Sudor found him in the main room nearly out cold and bleeding badly. He found a medkit and began to treat his fellow ex-Maquis crewman's injuries. While he worked, he talked. Chakotay's eyes blinked open as the result of a stimulant that Sudor had administered to make him more alert. Chakotay turned his head and looked at Sudor with utter amazement. Sudor couldn't help himself and he said, "What's the problem commander? It looks like you've just seen a ghost." After Sudor bound Chakotay's injuries, he helped the commander carefully to his feet. He sighed and said, "We need to get you to sickbay, commander, this is only a patchup job." Chakotay shook his head in the negative and pointed his head up towards the bridge. Then Sudor realized the situation was indeed serious if the man wanted to get to the bridge first. He said, "Very well, you still are my superior officer..." And so they both moved out, Sudor with Chakotay's arm over one shoulder, together they went to the bridge. A few moments later, they made their way out onto Deck One. Lt. Paris, on hearing the turbolift doorway open, turned in surprise from his helm chair to see who had arrived. Sudor again saw the look of utter astonishment at his freedom there on the face of Tom Paris. And Sudor said, "What is this? Does everyone think I'm supposed to be dead?" Lon assisted the commander down to the command deck and placed him into his chair. Sudor again pulled out his tricorder he had and bent over the captain, who according to the readings, was in a half and half state. He didn't have a medkit handy so he tapped the captain's combadge, =^=Bridge to sickbay. Report at once, medical emergencies on the bridge. Respond.=^= A moment later, came the EMH's reply, =^=Please state the nature of the medical emergencies.=^= And Sudor said, "The captain and most of the bridge crew appear to be incapacitated. Commander Chakotay is suffering from severe injuries, doctor. I've managed to treat him as best as I can, but he needs your assistance." The hologram replied, "Your voice sounds familiar, Why is that? Do I know you...Mr.... Lon Sudor is it? Sudor?! But that can't be!" Lon puzzled, "Why is that, doctor?" "Because you died!" the EMH sputtered. Another smile slowly appeared over Lon's face, "Well, it seems that rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. Cause I don't feel very dead. If I'm dead, I sure feel a H*ll of a lot better than the Commander does right now. Are you coming to the bridge?" "I'm on my way.. Sickbay out." Lon, on impulse checked out Tom, too, on his scanning. He looked at Paris who was still looking dully dumbfounded. "Well, it appears, Paris, that YOU are suffering from one major hangover. Is that why you're the only one awake? If being drunk is shielding you from whatever's wrong here, why is it that I am awake and apparently uneffected?" Lon looked at the fiery viewscreen at the thing showing there. He left the captain's side at the sight of an energy ribbon of untold magnitude that he did not understand. Sudor realized that knowledge was the most important thing that would solve a mystery so he made his way over to science two, carefully stepping over the unconscious officer there. He analyzed its readings and found that the phenomena was of an energy type he had indeed never seen before. "Mr. Paris, is it?" Sudor said, "I do believe we've gone, quite literally where no man has gone before. What do you want me to do to help you?" He asked, folding calm hands behind his back. On the deck, Janeway moaned, drawing both their attentions. ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachment) Image : Lon Sudor in an agonizing mind meld. ************************************************************ From: Mordok Date: Sat Jan 13, 2001 7:56pm Subject: O'Brian's Shock Electric fire leapt from the console bridging the millimeters between O'Brian and the secondary power relays throwing him to the ground and momentarily off the bridge of the Defiant. -------------------------------------------------------------- "Oochie woochie koochie Coo" Molly's smiling face beamed up at the being that tickled her chin and made obscure daddy-like noises. "Miles, the replicator is acting up again" Called Keiko from their quarters on DS9. He always enjoyed it when she was home for dinner and her Irish Stew was getting much better. -------------------------------------------------------------- "Chief!! I need power now! Cried his commander helping him back up to his station. As O'Brian shook his head the synapses fired up and he was back on task. "Rerouting secondary power to shield relays Captain, "We can reinforce shields but maneuvering power will take a minute!" Silence greeted his report instead of Sisko's usual terse reply, after a moment O'Brian turned and saw a familiar figure. "Data?!?! How in the name of all that's Holy!?!". >"I am Lor. I come from the place of angels that is inside this >fire. Do not be afraids. You will not be returned to nothingness. >Just want everything to be at peace and it will come." Lor! Sisko may not know him but O'Brian did, "Captain Sisko, that's Data's Twin brother, he may be the most evil being I've ever known, he used the Crystal entity to kill millions then allied himself with the Borg, Kill Him!" Sisko was visibly shaken, first this orange ribbon, now Lor. Classified Federation reports had classified him as destroyed. The resemblance with Data was uncanny; then again they were twins. >Lor spoke again "I know your peoples. And I know we should be finding >more of them. This place is not in the stars we know. Sisko.Let us find >out why together." Sisko glanced at the viewscreen; the Orange ribbon was on them. O'Brian looked at the power distribution display. Then felt himself shift in an indescribable manner. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oochie woochie koochie Coo" Molly's face beamed up at the being that tickled her chin and made obscure daddy-like noises. O'Brian wondered why he was holding an Irish setter that just a moment ago was his newborn daughter. "That must have been one hell of a shock," he said to himself. ********************************************************************** From: Clairissa Fox Date: Sun Jan 14, 2001 7:19am Subject: I find out more and get help for my friends. I got ther very fast as quick as I could to Chakotys house. It was dark in there. I went insid and turnd all the lights on. Chakoty! Chakoty! But his house was empty. I just saw a bunch of bandaydes and a big red stain on the rug. Someone had come to help him already before me. And I felt bettr. I talked to the computr and I got Bootby looking at me. Is Chakoty ok Bootby? I dont see him here any more. "He's fine young lady. Mr. Sudor is loose and he actually did the right thing for once. I have the commander's lifesigns on passive scan. He is near the captain. Now Naomi, I don't want to frighten you but Voyager has wandered into a part of space where dreams are now able to become real, do you know what that means?" Boothby asked. Yes. I said. I was quiet when I saw something strang. Chakotys special dream blankey was ther where he had been playing dreamplace so I sat by it looking. It was full of whit anemal fur and a hoofmark! That was how he got hurt. He got steppd on by a big white cow when it came from his dream. Where was Wolfie, his wolf friend? I closed my eyes and then I heard her. She came to me from the other room. Bootby, I said, Chakotys dream wolf is here. I petted her and she began to cry. Dont cry Wolfie. My friend Bootby knows the big cow hurt him and another man came by to fix him, see? I pointd to the kit and bandaydes on the floor. She went over to them and smelld them. Then she went by the front door and began scratching real hard. Bootby called out to me, "Naomi? Are you saying that a vision quest spirit guide is now with you and you are not imagining it?" Yes, Bootby. I did not touch the trancemaker. Why is she here? "I have yet to determine why. I am not seeing any visions myself. I can't. I'm just a computer program. All I have on my sensors a while ago was a spatial ribbon that seemed to have enveloped the ship. Now, I am reading that many crew are lying around dreaming things that should only be seen in their sleep at night. But you seem to be fine. You are creating things without being effected by unconsciousness. Naomi, I want you to find the EMH and tell him what I am telling you now. Would you do that for me? He needs to know what I know and the link I normally have with him isn't working." I can do that Bootby. How do I find the hollow docter? Is he going to Chakoty? "Yes, I heard him talking to Sudor just a moment ago over the comm system." the wizened computer program admitted. "Now, scoot. He should be halfway there already with his holoemitter. If you hurry to deck nine's turbolift, you should meet him going inside the lift as you come out. Hurry!" I did. I ran from Chakotys house with two things. I got the river stone from his dream blankey and the combadj he always wore. He was going to need it latr. Wolfie was near me to. She could stay by me the whol time becaus I had that stone in my hand. Wolfie! Wolfie! We have to find the hollow docter and tell him all this as fast as we can or my friends are all going to have bad dreams hurt them like what happend to Chakoty. Come on! Come on! We have to hurry. Then I saw the hollow docter coming to the lift I was on already on just like Bootby said. He had a medicine kit and two medical peopl with him. "Naomi Wildman. We are at red alert. Why aren't you in your quarters?" the EMH asked as he and the paramedical crew piled in beside the little girl. "Bridge." he ordered. But the computer hologram did not seem to see Matseyeho standing with Naomi's arms about her neck. You were with me with Joshua when Chakoty called to us over the computr. I went to help. I didnt mean anything. You know I have to go as captains assistent. The EMH decided that the child meant no harm by her actions but he began to scan her with a medical tricorder nonetheless. "Do you feel any different Naomi? Dizziness? Are you seeing anything out of the ordinary?" I was surprisd by the checkup. Am I sick, docter? No. And yes. Wolfie, from Chakotys dreamplace is here with me. Dont you see her? The EMH rolled his eyes after he and his crewmates all exchanged looks. "No, I don't, young lady. Now when we get to the bridge I want you to not be afraid. The crew seem to be fainting and I don't know why." Docter! Docter! I know why! Bootby sent me to find you to tell you that the ship is inside a place where dreams get real. We have to tell everybody. "This is useful information. I know now how I am going to have to treat them. Thank you, Naomi." the EMH sighed, putting away the tricorder. "But, would you stay on the upper deck while I treat the bridge crew? I want you safe in the turbolift's containment field just in case the ship rocks again inside the anomaly. I wouldn't want you to get hurt too." I will, docter. Just take this to Chakoty. I held up the river stone. He needs this to see Wolfie and she needs it to go where he is ok? I just know they have to be togethr. And this, the combadj. Chakoty was to scared to bring it. He will want to talk to everybody about all this. The EMH took the stone and the communicator from the child and soon, they were there. -------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Naomi portrait in sunlight. ************************************************** From: Cory Anda Date: Sun Jan 14, 2001 7:30am Subject: Contact... Chakotay was in blinding pain. He forced himself to stay awake in the bridge chair but he knew he was in no shape to command Voyager. He was glad Paris had taken over. "Tom. Do what you can. Stabilize our shields. This anomaly's making all of our fantasies or imaginings real somehow. I was hurt by a spirit guide charging me." The first officer glanced down at the captain but she still seemed to be breathing. He checked out the status of those he could see lying on the floor just by looking from where he was hunched over. They all seemed to be breathing fine with no trouble. They just weren't awake at the moment. He sighed, grateful and did one further check. "Computer!" he shouted to the air, "Crew bioflags. Report!" #Ninety six crewman are unconscious, Captain Janeway, Ensign Ballard, Ensign--# "Skip that. Go on." #Commander Chakotay has abhorrent lifesigns indicative of shock. The EMH is en route. Harry Kim is no longer on board Voyager.# "What?" the first officer hollered. He immediately regretted shouting as a white hot jolt pierced his chest from his fractured ribs. A trickle of blood ran down his face from underneath one of Sudor's hastily placed dressings. "Ship's status." #Shields holding. Weapons. Offline. Propulsion. Offline. Life support fully functional.# the computer reported. #We are at red alert. Instated by Janeway, Kathryn, A., commanding at 0903 hours.# Again Chakotay looked at Kathryn lying near him with worry. But nothing further could be done until help came for all of them. ::I just wish someone knew what that wave was.:: he thought watching Tom secure all stations and sitting in the command seat to coordinate rescue efforts ship wide. He saw that Tom had utilized Sudor to aid him in securing Voyager. They started also to scan the ship's immediate surroundings for Ensign Kim. The lieutenant's terse orders rang out as he worked but the sound of Paris's voice faded from Chakotay's perceptions. He blacked out. --------------------------------------------------------------- A warm caress of a lupine tongue roused him and Chakotay felt the slight bite of a hypo at his neck. "Easy, commander. Your wounds are severe. Sickbay's power systems are down so we are going to have to treat you here. Lie still." the EMH told him. The first officer opened his eyes, burying a hand in Matseyeho's fur. He wondered why he could see her when he saw his carved river stone on the carpeting near the medkit set at his side. He was lying on his back, his meditation shirt already cut away and his ribs carefully bound until the osteoregenerator could do its work. "I've stabilized you and if you're seeing a wolf, Naomi sent her to you and sends regards of her own." he quipped. Chakotay saw the little girl wave joyfully at him from where he could see her watching from the turbolift. The holophysician began shifting his focus to Janeway, stretched out next to Chakotay. "The captain appears to be coming out of it, whatever it is. I suspect she could awaken anytime." he announced, scanning her head. "That goes for the entire ship, commander. I've circulated Cordrazine microscopically into the ship's ventilation system and that should counteract the disorienting syncope attached to the Nexus's first influences. Sudor and I theorize that over time, everyone should be able to hold their own integrity mentally once they grow accustomed to having their dreams and nightmares come to life." "Nexus?" the first officer grimaced. "Quite an apt term if I say so myself. Sudor coined it. There." the EMH sighed, "Your ribs are healed and so's the slight pneumothorax you suffered from that kick to the chest. Just don't repeat whatever it was that brought you something that big to use you as a soccer ball and you should be fine." he smiled. Chakotay felt himself aided to sit up by one of the medtechs. He was given a new uniform tunic top to go over his light trousers. But at a subtle thought from his own mind, the woven pants exchanged themselves for the proper black ones. A second one parked his combadge that Naomi had found onto his shoulder. ::Useful thing this Nexus. If I had known I could do that earlier, I'd have cured myself.:: he chuckled mentally. He got up from his place on the floor and crouched near Kathryn. He placed a hand on her arm. "Don't worry, captain. We've got your ship under control. Everyone's safe and I'm sure Harry's whereabouts will be discovered soon enough. Rest easy. Wake when you can." He nodded to the EMH who stayed at her side. She was the only one on Voyager still out cold. ::Must be some dream she's having to not want to return to the land of the living..:: Chakotay mused. He returned to his chair, leaving Tom in command for the moment until he himself could catch up on events. He saw Lon Suder work at Science station two diligently, so he left him be. ::I don't know why a dead man's suddenly appeared on my ship but I am grateful to whomever dreamed him up. I could've been dead by now, still lying in my quarters.:: He waved Naomi onto the bridge and he saw the little girl rush over to shepherd Matseyeho away from the command deck and into the turbolift. The immediate emergency was over. And a quick mind touch with his spirit guide confirmed it. Now, all that remained was to find out what other poor unfortunate souls had been sucked into the Nexus with Voyager. On the viewscreen, four sensor blips winked there on tactical. Three of them read as Federation vessels. ::This could get interesting.:: Chakotay guessed. :: The Enterprise, the Defiant, the Enterprise B, and the Lakul. And none of them read as having any biomass. True ghostships.:: On a hunch, Chakotay asked the computer one more question, "Computer, how much does Voyager weigh right now if she were under Earth's gravity field?" #Nine standard grams.# it answered. ::*Whistle...* Ask a dumb question. Looks like we're all shadows now. Even the ships we think we're inhabiting.:: On an impulse, Chakotay had the officer at Ops send out a universal hail to the four ships in sensor range. =^=This is Commander Chakotay of the Federation Starship Voyager. We've been hit by an unknown dimensional effect but we are offering aid. Do you require assistance?=^= He held his breath, waiting for a reply. He could hardly wait to actually get Kathryn's ship back on track and highly productive in the whole situation by the time she regained her consciousness. Already, her head was moving and she was making sounds of recovery. ::Hurry up Kathryn. Or I'll get Matseyeho's set on a thorough face scrubbing on you.:: Chakotay wrinkled his nose at the memory of his own encounter with the bad breath he knew Naomi had imagined on his spirit guide. -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: Tom Paris and Chakotay tense at viewscreen on a smoky bridge. Audio : Chak- Computer, *warble* Damage report! *Beep* ****************************************** END WEEK ONE RECAP 01-14-01 (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) WEEK TWO RECAP 01-15-01 (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) *************************************************** From: "Ezriel Yellin" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Generation Gap Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2001 15:54:27 -0000 "...and I will not be there. Period!" James Kirk recalled the argument in the admiral's office with a bitter taste in his mouth. For weeks, he told anyone who would listen that he would not step on the bridge of the Enterprise -B for its "once around the block" maiden voyage, unless he was in command. The Enterprise was his, Jim Kirk's, and no popinjay Starfleet bureaucrat could take it away from him. He tried it once before, when he was appointed admiral; he simply boarded the ship and took command. But now, he did not have that auhority. For days there were calls from admirals, some begging with him, some coming just short of ordering him to be on the bridge. There was even a pleasant appeal from John Harriman himself, politely inviting him aboard for the ceremonies. Kirk rudely replied that he had better things to do with his time then waste an afternoon on a run arund the solar system. ---------- # Message for James Kirk # chimed the communications station. Kirk woke with a start. He was dreaming of the encounter with the Doomsday Machine, so many years ago. If it was not for the great teamwork on the bridge of the Enterprise (the "real" one, he thought) and the sacrifice of Captain Decker, the device would still be out there. ::We saved the whole universe.:: he thought with amusement. The communicatons station chimed for attention. Kirk looked around the well-appointed suite that Starfleet had assigned to him for this occasion. "Fit for an admiral" he commented to the yeoman who had shown him to the rooms. "Yes, sir" the yeoman replied. "We prepared the best suite for you!? Climbing out of bed, Kirk glanced at the clock (5:45 am), then out the window. He had a wonderful view of the city. He loved San Francisco almost as much as he loved deep space. The communications station chimed again, a bit more stridently than before. "James Kirk here." he said. =^= Communication from Starfleet Protocol Office. Do you accept? =^= "Audio only." "Captain Kirk? This is Robert Lansing from the Protocol Office. We'll be sending around a car to take you to the pre-launch breakfast in 45 minutes. Is that acceptable?" "I'll be ready." Kirk really did not want to attend the pre-launch breakfast. it was a tradition from the earliest days of Earth's manned space programs. In those days, the crew, from 1 - 3 men would gather for their last Earth meal; by tradition, steak and eggs, before the flight. These days, it involved the captain, senior officers and dignitaries of new construction leaving on a maiden voyage from an Earth-based shipyard. He was told that he had no choice; he was the designated guest of honour by Captain Harriman and his officers. "Jim, they want you there." The admiral told him. "They want to feel as if one generation was passing over to another. Besides, your old shipmates, Montgomery Scott and Pavel Chekov will be there." After a shower and careful application of whisker-inhibitor, Kirk pulled on his Starfleet dress uniform. He had taken great pains to polish all his insignia to a mirror-bright shime. As there remained 25 minutes before his escort arrived, he sat in one of the suite's plush armchairs and ordered some music from the computer. Suddenly, the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing. Kirk was plagued with that old fear; that he would die alone. "Get ahold of yourself!" he said aloud. "You will not die alone. At least not today; Today is not a good day to die!" #Unable to decipher your command# "Forget it!" ---------- Kirk sat by himself in the shuttle. The ceremonies would have been all right if it were not for the reporters and civilian dignitaries talking about the "passing of the mantle." When one reporter asked how he felt, Kirk replied wryly: "Le roi est mort; vive le roi. The king is dead, long live the king." He had a nagging feeling that this simple trip would have an unusual ending. ********************************************************************* From: "Miriam Yellin" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Spot and friends Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2001 20:54:54 +0200 :: Let's go check out the bridge::spot said to Isis ::How do we get there from here with Gary:: Isis asked ::You have been relying on humans for to long don't you remember anything . It's called walking:: ::Remember who you are addressing please:: ::Look If you don't want to go I'll ask Molly:: Meow meow " Spot called to Molly the hollow dog :Let's go see what our friends on the bridge are doing:: ruff ruff:Ok: ::hey I'm coming too:: said Isis As the three walked out of sickbay a red hazy cloud enveloped them. ::What's this . Do you know what's happening here Isis:: Spot did not like this haze Isis did not like it any better. ::Lets get to the bridge as fast as we can. I wish Gary were here:: :: You have been relying on him for too long:: Spot hissed to Isis ::Please don't fight :: Molly wined as the three walked onto the bridge the they spotted the captain. ::Oh boy are we in trouble again::Spot hissed *********************************************************************** From: "robert catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Remember the past to the present Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2001 00:41:56 -0000 Worf woke up in his quarters,Jadzia was sleeping next to him snoring. =^=Worf to bridge=^= Worf said but no answer was forth coming. =^=Worf to Captain=^= again no answer. He rises out of his bed."computer where is the Captain". #Captain is located in his quarters# the computer answer. "computer what is the location of captain's quarters" Worf ask. The computer does not answer the question.Worried about the security of the enterprise Worf put on his uniform and walk out of his sleeping compartment to the living area. Alexander is there practicing with the batlith. " Father" Alexander ask "will you teach me more ways to strike with this weapon" Worf stun for a second thinking his son was on a klingon vessel, but answer with "later on the holodeck" still looking at his son and walking out of his quarters. when he step threw the door way he emerge on the bridge of the defiant. On the view screen was Worf son Alex leaving to learn to become a klingon warrior. Sisko said to Worf "would you like to say good luck to your son before he is out of range"with a chuckle in his voice. For the second time that day in less than five minutes Worf was stun. " Captain" worf said " I need to go to sickbay, something is wrong." As he leaves the bridge, he walk right into the sickbay on the enterprise and DR.Crusher was telling him " you are 100% ok". "where is Alex,my son "Worf ask. "who is that" the doctor answer. As he rolled off the bed he grab a trycorder to get some answer for himself.the doctor walk over and put her hand on Worf shoulder to comfort him. With a growl,Worf said "leave me alone." then he closed his eyes for a second, when he open them he was back on the bridge of the defaint. Looking at sisko "captain I must talk to you " the reply from Sisko "my ready room Worf" as they enter the ready room Worf growled again. the reason this time he was on the promenaded deck on D.S.9. With Sisko throwing the winning baseball in the air again."what is wrong Worf"Sisko Ask still smiling from the game. Worf started to growl very load as his temper started to peak. then nothing but white. as he open his eyes again he is in sickbay with his wife. Dax is saying "please don't forget me" as she dies in Worf hands. With the Anger and hate, heartbroken from the lost Worf ask "what do you want with me?"As he put his head back on dax. While he held onto her, he heard footstep coming toward him.As he look up, it was the foot soldiers of the Dominion. As they located Worf and started toward him. Worf grab his phazer and batlith,while raising from picking up his weapons from the floor and spinning at the same time He attack the foot soldiers with no mercy.The first one he hit with the aim of a true warrior,center mass.the second was close and kick the phazer out of Worf hand-Worf Smiles and growl with batlith in hand. he hit the second on right across the neck. the third in the arm with the follow threw. He then realize seven more was coming at him.with the odds against him,he is knock down by sheer power of the enemy. down and then out. As he awakes screaming. He realize he is back in his Quarters. Next to Dax,::was that a dream:: thinking Worf,::or was it the truth.:: Going threw the morning ritual,realize he was on D.S.9. He left his home and went to the operation deck to his security console to look at the sensors logs from last night.As he look threw the reports he see they are the exact same reports for each hour. =^=Worf to O'Brian are the sensors operational?=^=. Yes is the answer he receive from O'Brian. Then a flash and a memory comes out of no were, the ribbon!! Could I still be in it?? **************************************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The light at the end of the tunnel Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2001 20:38:49 -0600 Janeway slowly came to. She groggily looked around the bridge, the only other two active people appeared to be Chakotay and Tom Paris. Chakotay seemed injured. "Chakotay, are you all right?" Kathryn said as Chakotay nodded and Tom came to her aid in sitting upright. The EMH cautioned her "Take it easy captain, I still am not quite sure why my counter measures against this energy field have no effect. I'd take you to sick bay but there is next to no power left there. I'll have to examine you here." With that he grasped his tricorder and scanned her up and down. "Well, everything appears perfectly normal, as with everyone else. No explanation to offer. "Keep working on it Doctor" Janeway said as she looked at the view screen and gingerly made her way back into her chair. She watched as the Doctor attended to Chakotay. :: As if I didn't have enough things to worry about right now, I don't need an injured firs officer.:: Then she noticed Lon Suder out of the corner of her eye. ::That makes me feel a lot better. :: She thought to herself rather sarcasticaly. :: I just wish my ship was operational.:: She mused. Kathryn looked at her console "All systems appear to be back on line? Doctor I thought you said sick bay had no power?" The Doctor shrugged. "Well, nice work Tom" Tom looked at her as if to say 'I had nothing to do with this.' Confused Janeway pretended not to notice. The Captain sank back into her chair, happy her ship appeared to be intact. "Chakotay, can you give me a status report?" She looked at him expectantly. ------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachment) Image :Janeway in her chair looking tense. ********************************************************************** From: sdez90@hotmail.com Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Maquis roots run deep.... Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2001 02:33:35 -0000 Seska finished her diagnostic of the power cupplings as ordered to by Lt. Torres earlier that morning. She had been putting off the work for some time now. Still sticking to her Maquis roots, Seska found it satisfying to disobey orders or to put things off longer than neccessary to show Janeway and her Starfleet crew that she was still Maquis and refused to join her in her efforts to get back to Earth. "I don't see how Chakotay can stand to take orders from Janeway." complained Seska as she went from one console to the other checking the data stream. Down below her in Main Engineering she could hear B'Elanna giving order after order to the crew. She said something in Cardassian and walked towards the lift. As she did the ship rocked violently sending Seska flying forward into a bulkhead. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Seska awoke with a start as a hand firmly grasped her shoulder. Turning around she saw Tuvok standing behind her, his usual emotionless face looking down at her. He nodded, seeing that she was awake, and turned back to his station at the CONN. Seska turned back to her own console, and not remembering what she was working on, looked around the bridge of the Maquis vessel. Tuvok was at his usual station, and Chakotay was standing above him. Seska remembered now, Tuvok was a new member to the Maquis. There was something odd about him and Seska didn't like it. A phaser blast soon rocked the ship. Checking her scans she saw a Federation vessel coming about for another volley. "Arm torpedoes. Tuvok, evassive maneuvers." cried Chakotay as he struggled to stand. Seska tapped the console in front of her furiously. Again the ship rocked and Seska was sent flying forward into the panel, being knocked uncounscious. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- #Warp core breech immenent# Seska rubbed her head and sat up. She groaned with pain and looked up to see an officer in a dark blue tunic looking down at her with a tricorder in his hand. Waving him off she stood and looked around. She was back in Engineering on board Voyager. Seska looked over the rail down at the crew in Engineering. Most were waking and others were placed on one side of the room being treating. #Warp core breech in 2 minutes# With that he eyes darted down to the core where a group of engineers, including B'Elanna, were working fiercely on the core. Grabbing her tool kit from the nearby console, Seska ran down to join them. She was Maquis and wanted nothing to do with the Federation, but she also wanted to live. She came up next to Vorik and began to work on the core. #Warp core breech in 1 minute# The team worked together for the first time since the Maquis and Starfleet merged and with less than a few seconds left managed to stop the core from breeching. Seska sighed in relief, then remembering she was Maquis, put on her usual look and went back to her station on the upper deck. ********************************************************************** From: "runic147" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A strange new world? Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2001 13:03:49 -0500 Wesley stands on the bridge of the Defiant and looks at the people around him. Captain Sisko, Data's worse half Lor, a Cardassion, O'Brien, and Harry Kim. Miles he knows from The Enterprise, the same with Lor and Harry from the ship he just left. He WAS aboard Voyager and now another this ship. "Captain Sisko, may I ask a very odd question. Where are we and how did we get here?" But before he even finishes his question the answers appears in his mind. "The Nexus? We are in the Nexus? How in the world did we end up here." Just then he hears the half-faded transmission from Voyager and looks back the captain. "Can we responded to them Captain?"He also looks to O'Brien who seems t be ding some repairs on the ship. After waiting to hear what Sisko says he says, "Sir, I can go over there personally to let them know where we stand and that maybe be the best course until we know what effect the Nexus will have on are ships systems and from the sound of their hail they may not understand what we are saying." Wesley turns to Harry Kim and says, "I would offer to take you back with me but I think for now it might be a good idea for you to stay here and let them know what has happen aboard your ship. I will bring back a data pad with all the info for you." With that said he teleports himself with a flash of deep blue light to the Voyager Bridge and stands in front of Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay. "Hello again Captain and you too Commander." Turning around to Tom saying, "And To you as well Tom. I am glad that you are all alive and well and made it here in one piece. First off I somehow ended up aboard Defiant along with Harry Kim who is just fine. The ship however needs some repairs that they are working on at the moment." Wesley pauses for a moment as he feels an odd tingling in his mind and his eyes open wide when he figures out the reason. ~Two of the Grays are here. I will have to be careful seeing as they will think I am Q and they dislike them so much. ~ Looking back to Janeway he says, "As I was saying in case you did not know we are in the Nexus. It seems that we ended up right in its path when we came out. One last thing captain I am not sure what effect this place will have n the ships systems so I would advise to hold f for a bit n using teleporters or replicaters and stuff of that nature. It may not be a good idea. I offer to go to each ship as Messenger till we a get a better way to talk to each other. I told Harry Kim I would bring him a data pad of the ships events so he and let Captain Sisko know what is going on and maybe two others for the other federation ships." *********************************************************************** From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: Harry Kim , Courier extraordinaire'~~~ Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 18:28:36 -0000 Harry Kim could not believe his eyes. It was an apparently human looking man who had the power to teleport. Then a name was cast out, Wesley. ::Now why does that ring a bell?:: the ensign thought. He listened to Wesley's idea of his remaining behind to be a liaison to the Defiant and to her crew until something further would be required of him. He nodded to the strange yet benevolent teen and watched as he disappeared. ::Well, I guess I'd better get ready to be receiving a LOT of datapadds. I guess the Captain and Chakotay and the others on my ship are all right. Wesley didn't seem to be worried about them.:: Harry shivered at his last memory of everyone dropping one by one to the deck and his friend, Tom's look of anger as he realized he was the only one able to take charge. That expression on Paris's face merely echoed what Kim felt about being inside yet another unexplained phenomena. ::The Nexus? Gee, I wonder what that is?:: He was going to ask Captain Sisko but the man was in deep consultation with his crew going over matters to be bothered for the moment. ::I forgot:: Kim sighed. ::Here I am only an ensign. A displaced one at that. And this isn't my bridge. So I'm going to have to prove to myself that I can be useful while I'm here.I'm an Ops officer, so I'll act like one.:: He held out his hands to O'Brien, in an unspoken question and pointed to the abandoned science station holding up his medical tricorder which could very easily be reconfigured to be a scientific one. He saw the Chief glance up at his beleaguered superior and he chuckled, waving Kim on ahead with a spanner. Kim said, "Finally.. someone acknowledges me. Thank you , chief." he said as he altered his tricorder to link with Defiant's Ops station. He caught a brief reading of Klingon DNA on the keypads. He raised his eyebrows at O'Brien.. "Missing your Ops/Security Officer?" The smile on the Chief's face washed away and he nodded grudgingly. Harry smiled a small one back, "Don't worry. I'll take really good care of his station until he returns.. Perhaps he was just displaced, like me." Harry quickly pulled up the Defiant's sensor logs and got some interesting readings. This starship held no apparent mass... !!!!!! Kim's forehead furrowed, ::But that's impossible!:: Then he shook himself, "Wesley did mention that we were in an area of space called the Nexus. I wonder if the Defiant's computer records have anything on it. " Harry Kim felt a new presence at his shoulder. It was Lor, who looked so much like Data, it was uncanny. Only the clothes betrayed his true identity, brown overalls. The android was fascinated with Harry's referencing and crosschecks and he folded arms behind his back respectfully while he watched. Chief O'Brien shot a warning look at Harry with a meaningful cock of his head to Lor. But all Harry saw was a slight smile on the android's features. ::This being, a killer? Doesn't feel like it.:: he reasoned. But he gave an answering nod to the Chief and moved so his back wasn't to Lor. "Whoa..." Kim sighed. He reported his findings to the air and while he read, Quark and Lor gathered close reading from the screen. "This Nexus is on file! It was present at the death of the James Kirk of the original Enterprise. He was on the maiden tour of the Enterprise B," he glanced up at the Defiant's working viewscreen and saw the ghost like image of the Ent-B there along side three other vessels. The Lakul, Voyager, and now, the Liberty.. ::Isn't that Chakotay's Maquis vessel from before he joined up with Voyager? That's odd. It's like anything we think or believe comes real here. I wonder who thought up that little ship?:: He noticed that the situation on the viewscreen was not lost on Sisko who was paying close attention now from his command chair with the one called Odo at his side watching with him. Just as suddenly, the Liberty disappeared. "What?.." Quark complained, "I think somebody's fantasy of that ship just ended. Now if only I can dream up the Great Treasury, I'd be in Ferengi heaven....But this place doesn't seem to work for me." Harry sighed, and then he found a one Guinan's account of the Nexus in one of the Enterprise D log reports talking about it to a one Jean Luc Picard. "Now this is interesting.. She knows all about this place.. I wonder if she's here too.." He turned to the bridge aloud and said, "Guinan!! I now know about you and the Nexus.. If the powers of this place are indeed anything one wishes or believes.. I would like you to be here ..." He pointed to the deck, "to guide us..." he whispered. "Come if you can." Kim closed his eyes and waited. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Harry Kim promo-lilac background Image : A grinning Quark with a saxophone smoke all around him.. Too hot! *logo* Paramount logo and link to site. ************************************************************************ From: "Cory Anda" Subject: Signs and symbols.... Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 18:45:08 -0000 Chakotay blinked.. Captain Janeway was addressing him. The Captain sank back into her chair, happy her ship appeared to be intact. "Chakotay, can you give me a status report?" She looked at him expectantly. "Oh, ah.. yes. Captain, I am no longer injured." He glanced down at his hands and skin which still had flaking blood on them even though the skin beneath felt healthy and whole. He felt his head at an itch and felt drying blood there, too. At a thought he wished it away. Kathryn's eyes widened as she saw the change in Chakotay's appearance so suddenly. The EMH grunted in satisfaction on his last scan of the first officer and moved off to attend to others scrapes and bruises for those who hadn't quite mastered the Nexus's powers. "I guess I understand ether realms better than most." he grinned at her, "We're inside th--" Then Wesley appeared once more, and finished where Chakotay left off. In between thoughts, Chakotay leaned over to Kathryn and said, "I'll give you a few dreamscape lessons and maybe you'll be able to dream up that perfect cup of coffee afterwards.. You should have taken me up on my offer to teach you more about your spirit guide and how he works in your mind. I wish I could show you right here, but somehow, that place in the dream quest manifests as real.. I was injured by an albino buffalo, a Manitou, the one who brings dreams..." he raised his eyebrows ironically and turned to listen to Wesley offer his help as messenger. Chakotay nodded, "Sounds feasible. With the main viewer on the fritz and our power distribution net sketchy, we can use live communication between all of these vessels out there. Thank you, Wesley." He glanced up briefly and felt a shock, he had seen a ghostly outline of his old ship, the Liberty.. But then it was gone as soon as the image triggered his sharp memory.. "Now who could've done that?!" At the captain's questioning gaze, he reiterated.. "Only a few people know about the Liberty, it was there a few moments ago. Now it's gone.." ::Seska..:: But she was dead, wasn't she? Then the computer fired off a warp core breach warning and all hell broke loose, Chakotay and Janeway snapped orders to contain matters to handle the emergency but as soon as it began, it had ended.. "What th-?" the first officer grunted. On an impulse, he glanced at Janeway and toggled a switch. "Chakotay to engineering, situation report.." Janeway saw Chakotay almost turn white as his dream buffalo when the voice answered back saying that B'Elanna had disappeared off ship and that the crisis was over. It was Seska!! By all rank and protocol, engineering was now all hers with Torres missing. The strange appearance and disappearance of the Liberty was most likely due to Seska. "She's got the hang of the Nexus, too." Chakotay told his captain and Wesley. "As we all know, she doesn't have Voyager's best interests at heart." A new voice broke the stunned stillness between Wesley, Janeway and Chakotay. "Who doesn't?" Startled, Wesley, Janeway, Chakotay, Tom, Spot, Isis and Naomi all looked at the new arrival in wonder. Reginald Barclay held out a steaming cup of REAL earth coffee to his favorite captain, grinning broadly.. "You may be incapable of using this Nexus because of your skeptical scientific nature, captain, but I can do things FOR you.. You see? I've found this place with the Argus array just a few days ago while sending out your monthly mailcall... And now, I am here in the flesh!!" Barclay's eyes twinkled as Janeway and Chakotay put two and two together.. "Yes,.. from the Argus array, in the Alpha Quadrant.... It's too bad you are all shadows on shadow vessels, commander. Because this part of the Nexus Ribbon is hanging over Pluto right now.." He watched Janeway pat herself down as if checking to see whether or not she was a ghost while Chakotay gripped the seeming reality of the armrests beneath his hands. "Yes, I and Wesley here are the only real people here. Remember the silver blood people, Captain Janeway? The ones from the Demon Planet? Well, this all is the same idea.. We,... are like they.. Shadows.. Only we won't disintegrate at all. But our existence is tied solely to the Nexus itself, we exist,,.... only here. Don't worry all. I've been keeping tabs on the real Defiant and the real Lakul, the real Enterprise B and genuine Voyager closely. The Defiant has just reported surviving an ion storm off Bajor and is docking with DS9 as we speak, the Lakul is in space dock, the Enterprise B is still in the Utopia Planetia Shipyards museum and" Barclay sighed sadly, "I'm afraid, Voyager is still lost 54 thousand light years away in the Delta Quadrant..." At Janeway's stunned look and sudden full eyes he added, "But don't worry. The mail got through...I redirected it to the proper Voyager.. Your crew is reading it right now. I-I assure you. I promise to be there for her like I am for you now, captain, on this Voyager. Just believe that it's true and it will happen." The lieutenant waited to see how his words were taken and he sat down on the rail near her and waited.. Then he spied Spot.. His face fell into absolute joy and he began to fawn over Spot like no one's business.. "Oh, Spot..I thought you were a pussy popsicle,, It's so good to see you... I wonder who dreamed YOU back.. I'm so glad you aren't dead.. Yes,.. I love you too..." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Janeway and Chakotay in a collage showing their working relationship. Image : Barclay and Spot, nose to nose. *animated gif* A classic Enterprise and stars revolving inside a clear marble of glass. Image : Logo- Four captains and their ships. *animated bar* A green light tracing back and forth on red beads. ************************************************************************** From: "Fran Catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Torment....and Confusion Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2001 04:06:06 -0000 >The light cleared, and she was face to face with someone >she never wanted to see again. "Well, so we meet again, >B'Elanna. I assure you, you will not get away from me >this time." ::And I thought it couldn't get any worse. >:: B'Elanna internally grimaced. Here, in front of her, >stood Kotar, grinning widely. She was on the Barge of >the Dead, on the way to Gre'thor, also known as Klingon >Hell, where dishonored souls were taken. B'Elanna was confused. ::Have I died?:: she wondered. It didn't make any sense. She remembered being on Voyager, yet something must have gone terribly wrong, if she was now here. At last, she decided to turn her attention to Kotar. Smiling at him, she said, "How nice to see you again, Kotar. Although I think you must have made a mistake. You see, I'm...NOT...dead." she hissed at him. "It doesn't matter if you are dead or not, my dear." he replied smoothly. YOU are the one who has brought yourself here, not me." he finished. ::I did this? But how?:: she thought. Realizing he was speaking again, she returned her attention to Kotar. "...and I assure you, B'Elanna, your dishonor will not allow you to escape. You really are a pathetic creature. You serve Starfleet, obeying your human captain like a dog. You have mated with a human, one who has also dishonored his family. You scorn your Klingon heritage, when in reality, WE should be scorning YOU!" his voice had risen throughout his speech, and his anger and utter contempt were obvious. Seething, he played his trump card. "And, there's the matter of your mother, Miral. I can make sure you NEVER see her in Sto-Vo-Kor!" Initially stunned by his tongue-lashing, she began to get angry, the anger growing and growing until it was boiling when Kotar had finished his little diatribe. Especially when he mentioned her mother. Her anger became focused, and she wanted to hurt him. No, she wanted to kill him. Suddenly, a Bat'Leth was in her hands. She looked at it, mildly surprised. As she turned her attention to Kotar, she realized he was gone. She didn't know where, but she would find him. She slowly started to search the deck. As she continued searching, her anger began to slowly cool. The anger was turning to uncertainty and fear. As she continued searching, she felt someone bump into her from the rear. Turning, she saw a Trill woman, wearing a Starfleet uniform. ::Who is this?::, she wondered. ::What is she doing here?:: Uncertain if this was some trick of Kotar's, she levelled the weapon at the woman's throat. >The Trill smiled wryly, "You can try to kill me but my >symbiont is no longer present so I am as good as dead. >Press in another five centimeters and my carotid artery >is sure to be compromised and I assure you, I will die >most spectacularly..." she hissed angrily. She stared at the woman. ::She IS real.:: B'Elanna realized. She didn't know how or why, but she realized this Trill was in the same situation as she was. Lowering the weapon, she relaxed somewhat. "It appears we both have something in common. Now, how do we get out of here?" she asked. She looked around. Kotar and his crew were frantically running around the ship, and she realized Kotar had actually forgotten about them. What could cause Kotar to become distracted, where he would not willingly torment his passengers? She decided she should stop thinking about herself, and just notice what was going on around her. The sky had a strange appearance. Then, she saw it. Over near the entrance to Gre'thor. The crimson ribbon she had noticed on Voyager. "Do you have any idea what that is?" she asked the Trill. "All I know is I first saw it on Voyager, before I ended up here." At the thought of Voyager, her Klingon garb disappeared, replaced with her Starfleet uniform. The Bat'Leth was also gone. "It appears whatever we think can become reality. Maybe we can think ourselves off this ship!" she jokingly stated. And just like that, she was. She found herself onboard a Starfleet vessel. One she had never been onboard before. There was a buzz of activity around her. She noticed a male, human captain, one she did not recognize. However, she recognized the Ferengi, as well as the android Data from their recent adventure. Others she did not know. But, the last person, standing over at Ops, she did recognize. Smiling in great relief, she stated, "Harry, am I ever glad to see you! Now, can you tell me just what we are doing here?" ____________________________________________________________ (attachments) Image : B'Elanna in battle armour. Image : Gre'thor the Klingon afterlife citadel gate. Image : B'Elanna in her Engineering uniform with Harry. *animated gif* Four ships morphing from one to another, TOS, STTNG, DS9, and STV's. ************************************************************** From: "Lil Sister" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Act from your heart for all Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2001 08:14:56 -0000 Lor saw that a person new was with them. He saw she was Klingon and had the clothes of Harry's kind. He searched her face for the answers about the outside fire but saw nothing. He turned to the ensigne Harry and spoke with curious heart, "Is this the Security Officer you had speakings of to O'Brien? If so, she is back." The woman's heart was not so kind. She gave her compatriot a not funny seeing on her face. Then she turned her back to look at the ship peoples here in this Defeant. Lor did not mind. He knew now the emotion of no control and the power of it over one's self who was accostumed to having that nearest. His new chip was also gifting understandings of biologikal beings now. He knew now. As he had not, to feel. Lor saw the fire that was called the Nexus in place of his speakings of the Place of Angels and felt it was a good naming. For a nexus was a meetings of peoples and things of the mind, no? And here was certainly it. "I know I have to learn of our surroundings, Harry and Torrez. But I am not the man that Defeant engineere says is the evilness of one who takes life. This place around us has gifted me with heaven in this chip in my head, yes? I am new now. But if the body is still guilt then I will be your captive one for that crime which I stands by witnesses like he. I will not be free if I kills in the past." Lor put his arms in the surrender angle and bowed his head. He saw the Klingon woman go unguarded and the chief stand with open eyes. He did not say himself much and they both just thought. Lor felt a need to say, "I know this Nexus is wonderous. It is a placings the non alive have power to do as well. I am not alive, but I have awarenesses. I have made great changes in mine heart. So have fear not. The Place of Angels has blessings for me and I partake then. I find the lab where I began and a great desertland but then I was here. If I do grip this power to go far, I want to help people here, yes?" Lor stood open in mind as his eyes were open to watch the others. He felt a need to be as one in comradeness here. ::In honor of my brother who is far. I do this.:: The machine man took his great memory and all the records into himself from the Defeant and then he went to the voyager main center where the leaders were. He knew he could be there now and he was , as Harry and Torrez would learn if they do it same. He spoke to one he knew from his brother. "Wesley. You are differenting. One who has much power I feel. Do you know why this Nexus? Why is this heaven and hell with no people but we? It is a vast land. I sees on the screen that Pluto. Is that not near your home's Earth? " He went to the science place and did the same thing so he had knowings of this ship inside memory. The way the Nexus came was close for her and the Defeant. He then saw that Voyager was from Delta Quadrant, a very long journeyings. "But then her there was here. You are on Alpha map now. I learn this. The Place of Angels grows. It is differenting from the one Guinan and this Kirk knows in size and why it now for the heart darknesses when before was joy only. But it is a river still. We carry with it where it goes. To where I know not and cannot reason." Lor went to the cats. And red Spot saw him as his Data brother. "I am not your master but I have seen him. I feel bad then we were angry. Now I am here. I shall care for you until I see my brother where he is, yes? I am part why you are here." He turned to the one with the highest rankings on the collare. It was a woman with a strong heart he could see. "I stay here to get your ship good. No power in many places. Let me do this." Lor saw the tiny child in the lift place. "Is she born here? I do not know her father from her horns there, in the records." Naome felt her face and the points she had and moved in a way that was calming to Lor. She came near to have speakings to all with her and Lor was surprised to see that she pushed back something half her height that wasn't seen into the lift so the doors don't catch it. ::What was she do? There is nothing there.:: The girl told him that it was the wolf of Chakotay she sent back to his homeland. ::I see nothing.:: Lor felt. But it was not important now. The ship needed to be like it was rapid time. He saw the one named Captain nod at him light, so Lor began. His machine assete let the power come back to the distance trans disks and the food makers. ::I have unpuzzled this two machines, no? :: Lor said to the second leader and her. ::And I know your Torrez is there on the Defeant. I have seen her with mine own eyes. She is well.:: Right then the communikaton machine talked from a vessel in the Nexus. It was not a ship Lor knew. ::I wonder now what is to come?:: ***************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: The Rock in the River.... Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2001 23:16:21 The EMH set his medkit down with a thunk next to his last patient left to be seen on the bridge. It was Kes near the turbolift, one of the first to succumb to the effects of the Nexus into a blackout. Her case was not like the captain's where it was simply disorientation from a shifting mind state. Kes's detachment from wakefulness was due to overload. She had seen ALL of the Nexus induced desires and nightmares of everyone else's all at once. A shock caused by loss of identity, the EMH guessed. And sure enough, his readings on the tricorder confirmed elevated tryptokinase byproducts in her hypothalamus. ::Easily remedied. Lower the offending transmitter hormone, lower the telepathic susceptibility.:: He then noticed Naomi who had knelt next to him to watch his care giving. She opened the kit for him with one hand and brushed the hair out of Kes's closed eyes with the other. The girl was very nervous at the things happening around her on the bridge. The many collapses, the appearing and disappearing personnel, and the frightening image of the ribbon on the main viewer. "Thank you, Naomi.." the holodoc replied. He withdrew a simple neuro-suppressant. "Here.." he said on a whim. "This functional indicator, blinking off and on in the green color, is her heartbeat, and you are my nurse for the moment because everyone else is busy. Let me know when the counts there drop to one hundred beats per minute which is normal for an Ocampan. Ready? I'm injecting the hypo now. Watch closely.." he said gently. He started releasing the drug into Kes's circulation. Nearby, a second shadow of Kes stood, watching the proceedings, a reflection of being the sleeping Kes wasn't aware that she was projecting. No one else noticed the wraith.. The little girl's eyes widened in seriousness as she grasped what he wanted her to do and that cheered the EMH. She was a quick study for one so young. She bit her lip for a few seconds, then nodded vigorously a few seconds later. The doctor took away the hypospray from Kes's skin. "There?" he asked the child. Naomi quirked her jaw, thinking and studying her readout on the medtricorder that was almost too big for her tiny hands to hold. "Yep." she concluded. The EMH checked the rate himself at Kes's wrist. He smiled. "Perfect, nurse Wildman. She's at 100 beats per minute exactly." A huge grin lit up the little girl's face and the EMH watched her stress melt away like butter. ::Oldest psych trick in the book. Keep em busy.:: He was exceedingly pleased with himself at his double accomplishment. Right on cue, Kes stirred, coughing, and her eyes fluttered open. The Ocampan regarded Naomi over her with the tricorder and smiled. "So, the doctor enlisted your help with my case treatment. I feel much better, Naomi, thanks to you." She let the EMH assist her to her feet, letting the holodoc know with a look that she was fully recovered. Kes took Naomi's hand and together they stood at the top deck rail, watching the activity on the lower command deck. "So, we have newcomers.." Kes said to the child. "That teenaged man over there must be Wesley.. And that android is....no, I'm sure he's not Commander Data. He holds himself differently." Naomi told her Lor's name. "Lor? A twin brother?" Kes said, "How wonderful. Data isn't the only one of his kind, then." she smiled. The cats came over to brush against the two observer's legs as if to say, "Welcome back..". Then, just as quickly, they were off to another part of the bridge. A chirp made Kes blink. She had forgotten about Neelix. =^=Neelix to Kes.. What's going on up there sweetings, I haven't heard anything since the red alert.. I've had crewmen faint in the messhall but now they're all waking up on their own. Does the doctor know about all this? I can't find anything wrong with any of them...=^= "And you won't Mr. Neelix. I've released a counter agent into the air which is responsible for their recovery."said the doctor." That glowing anomaly out your windows is creating a little too much fantasy for most of the crew on board. Not to worry. Things'll be back to normal in minutes.." he reassured the slightly frantic Talaxian. "Why is it you, doctor ?.. eh, is KES all right?! I- I don't hear her voice..." Neelix sputtered. Kes crossed her hands in front of herself, lacing fingers together calmly, "I'm fine, Neelix. In fact, Naomi and I are on our way to stellar cartography to examine this Nexus region on the overhead projection screen, want to join us?" "I'll be right down just as soon as I reassure the ones newly reviving, sweeting. I wouldn't want to wake up out of a nightmare by myself with out a good piping hot cup of chamomille tea." "Understood. See you soon." Kes said and closed the channel. The EMH had finished gathering his things and had reported his progress to Janeway. Kes caught a relieved wink from the captain just before the turbolift doors closed between them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kes and Naomi were deep into their mapping of the Nexus in stellar cartography when a breathless Neelix flew through the door. "Sorry, Kes. Ensign Ballard didn't like the dream she was having of a wrestling match she once lost with an old school rival. When she came to, she kicked a chair into my soup kettle and spilled tonight's dinner all over the carpet. It took five settings on the macrotazer to vibrate all the vegetable dye out of the rug.. Heh. heh. heh. But the ensign probably showered off a lot easier than the floor did. " he said, raising his forehead bristles in amusement. Naomi giggled.. Kes only half heard her second half talking. She was concentrating on the schematic display on the screen above her. It was a trajectory path of the Nexus from any point perceived by any of the ship's sensors up to date. One edge, as Barclay had claimed, sat over the outer most planet of the solar system.. She tilted her downy head. "Neelix..." "Yes, love?" he replied, from the buttons he was teaching Naomi how to use to alter the colors of the map. "What was the last heading this ribbon was coursing most recently?" she asked. "Well, let me see,." He said squinting in thought.."... I remember the navigational meter in the mess showing 314 Mark... 215 to the galactic plane on the entertainment monitor above my stove.." "In sector zero zero one ?" Kes mused.. She locked down those coordinates in a lilac grid showing Voyager's position relative to that course.. and numbered each segment along the way of the whole region she saw inside the Nexus. "Yes.." Neelix said confused.. "Is- is that significant?" Kes lead Neelix a bit away from Naomi, out of the child's earshot. "I'm no navigational expert, Neelix. But doesn't that trajectory point right towards the inner most planets around Sol?" Neelix blanched, doing the arithmetic. "So it does..." Kes rapidly punched in calculations as fast as her fingers could move. Then she punched a fist onto the console. "We have to tell someone Neelix.. That ribbon is going to collide with Earth! Everyone and every ship there is going to be duplicated. Creating them all into shadow selves like we all now seem to be !!" Sudden tears of pain streaked her face. "Picture all the children lost in nightmares, Neelix..! It's bound to happen to some of them. It would be too much for the youngest ones to bear.." Neelix held Kes tightly in a comforting hug as she cried. Fifty lines of thought hit Mr. Neelix at once as he considered the implications. ::But the crew would see their home and families at last. A good thing.:: ::Starfleet would be defenseless under the delusional effects, leaving the rest of the Federation vulnerable to attack. A very bad thing.:: ::I would be able to see Earth foods first hand, finally....:: He shook off that selfish thought vein vigorously. The ship came first. He had sworn it. "Then let's show them this map.." He tapped a few more keys, projecting the Nexus ribbon's potential course through the inner solar system onto a carrier wave, sending it to the bridge.. He tapped his own combadge on his lapel.. "Captain, ah, eh,.... I know you're terribly busy and all but Kes and I discovered something very important that can't wait.. Eh,,,. would you accept the image file we just sent up to you? Might make all the difference in the world..." Neelix was so worried that he didn't even see the double meaning in his statement. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Kes standing over an unconscious Kes. Image: The EMH, Kes and Neelix in conversation with during a med tricorder scan. Image : Voyager in a lilac colored relative positioning grid. *animated gif* Spatial computer scan of a Mobius donut. *animated gif* A tiny strip of a LCARS computer border in orange and purple. *animated gif* LCARS online- ready in red lettering. ***************************************************************************** From: "Samantha Paris" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Diamond in the Rough Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2001 02:36:37 -0000 Seska sighed as she slowly and lazily tapped the panel. The Engineering crew was going crazy trying to find out what this "Nexus" phenomena was. Personally, Seska didn't care at all. She was content with her duties, well, sort of. It would be nice to get onto another vessel, there had been reports and rumors going around about other ships in the phenomena. "That would be a welcomed change of pace. A new ship, new crew and no Janeway." Seska smiled at the thought. Standing she again went to watch the crew from the railing. B'Elanna had disapeared some time ago, probably on the bridge helping the Captain. Seska shuddered at the thought and went back to her isolated station. She started to work but her heart wasn't in it. The feeling of a peaceful sleep came over her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seska woke to find herself engulfed in complete darkness. She sat still a moment to listen to her surroundings. The usual hum and vibration of the engines was there, but it was weaker. She couldn't hear anyone in the room with her and there wasn't the sounds of the crew working on the computer. Slowly standing up, she reached for her phaser, but found nothing when her hand came to her side. Standing up from where she lay, Seska slowly looked around at the darkened walls. There were no windows there. "Computer, lights on." Seska practically whispered this for fear of someone hearing her, but when the room flooded with light no one was there. Seska heaved a sigh of relief and looked about her. The quarters did not look familiar at all. She moved about the room taking in the surroundings. She didn't have much time to though, because soon the door opened quickly and a Cardassian male entered heading towards her. Seska took a few steps back, but the man came closer still, a smile spread across his face. "Seska darling, what's the matter?" he said as he stepped closer yet. "Who are you? and where am I?" she said boldly. "On the Liberty remember?" a look of confusion crossed his face. "The Liberty?" looking around the surroundings changed and her old quarters on board the Liberty came into view. When she turned back to the man, Chakotay stood before her. Yet, it wasn't him. It didn't matter to Seska. She studied his features closely, then as soon as he appeared, he was gone. A grey blank wall protruded her view and Seska found herself, not in Main Engineering on Voyager, but on a different ship. Seska wasn't alone at all, there were four armed security personel all with phasers pointing at her. "Great, first hallucinations now this" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Audio: doorChime.wav (43k) Image: Seska.bmp (305k) Image: EndTransmission.bmp (7k) ************************************************************************** From: "Miriam Yellin" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Home sweet home where ever you are Date: Thu, 1 Jan 1998 00:03:39 +0200 ::Oh boy are we in trouble again::Spot hissed Spot and Isis slowly walked around the deck. No one paid any attention to them. Next thing spot knew she was no longer a cat. She was back on her home world. Isis and her were both there and having one of their usual arguments. "You can't go off without a host. Without a human" Isis insisted "who says I can go and just observe. No one needs to come with me for that." Spot stated." besides I don't want to become so dependent on them like you. They might be fun creatures to observe but I like my independence. I'm and independent kind of girl." How are you going to get home again if you go without someone. You can't just resume your form once out there. No one is to know about us. You know the rules. When I went with Gary it was with proper permission and for a real reason. You can't just go to observe: "Oh yes I can. the counsel has ok'ed it as long as a stay a cat. so I'm going Now leave me alone you know nothing about anything. You think just because you were the first to go out you can tell me anything. Your not from my litter and your not even from my family so go home Isis. If I need you I will call but trust me I'll try not to" ::Why oh Why did the counsel have to put her and Gary Seven as my back up. Gary is ok but Isis I can do without.:: *************************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: Weaving cloth ... and weaving souls Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2001 12:02:34 +0400 "Do you have any idea what that is?" she(B'Elanna) asked the Trill."All I know is I first saw it on Voyager, before I ended up here." At the thought of Voyager, her Klingon garb disappeared, replaced with her Starfleet uniform. The Bat'Leth was also gone. "It appears whatever we think can become reality. Maybe we can think ourselves off this ship!" she jokingly stated. Then suddenly, the Klingon woman was gone.. Jadzia blinked, thinking about what she had just seen and heard. That woman's armor had been replaced with a uniform like her own, only it was engineering yellow. ::Even that combadge was like mine.:: Then she really considered the woman's last words, she echoed them softly and the realm around her melted like so much hot wax. "...whatever we think can become reality..." Jadzia was floating inside the Nexus, being cast adrift like a leaf on the wind. The warm orange glow was all around her and she was supported gently in the seeming plasma,.. ::It's a dimensional ribbon...:: Her mind thought..::I remember reading about this at the academy.. Captain Picard once said that he was in a place like this, called the Nexus, where he met Captain Kirk and attended his death after Jim suffered a fall off precarious scaffolding....:: "I wonder if this is the same ribbon...?" she said aloud to the enveloping energies around her.. "But where do I want to go? I did not imagine Dax being ripped away from me.. Another's actions, probably Julian's, took place while I was injured on DS9 just before I died in Worf's arms. The symbiont was gone by then, being removed surgically and put into cyrogenic suspension to await a new host...." A part of her pained for Dax.. but it was now beyond her power and that of the Nexus to alter events that took place in normal reality. She would remain only as Jadzia until this adventure ended.. Already, the host loss pyschosis was biting down and she felt a gaping ragged hole in her heart for Dax that threatened to pull her in... She shouted into the ribbon cushioning her as far as she could see.. "I will not be subjected to this nightmare!! Dax is a part of me.. I won't accept his going..! You hear me!!" ------------------------------------------------------------- Just as suddenly, Jadzia found herself in the electrically milky host pool in the glossomer gown of initiation on the Trill homeworld.. This was the past and they had not yet been joined..she realized. ::I- I can go here, at least....:: she numbly realized.. He was there... She felt the sweet caress of his presence like a sunbeam.. Crying, Jadzia wrapped her arms around the free swimming Dax, lost in his emanations of concern and puzzlement. She felt him as if he were humanoid, his face buried in her shoulder. She put her arms around him, closing her eyes, embracing him gently. #I am so sorry, Dax.. That I couldn't hold on to you..# she sent, and electric ripples of blue fired around her, enveloping her shoulders in communication. ##What..?....What is this, child initiate, that you speak of?## Dax replied.. "You there!!" an unwelcomed voice shouted, "Just what do you think you're doing?! No unchosen has the right to have contact with any of the unbonded symbionts!! It is forbidden!!" Jadzia felt a sharp jolt as two guardians yanked her from the pool, forcefully. "NO!!!! No, Dax.. I want to stay... Please...!! Listen to me.." she fought them, kicked them, and begged pleading to be returned to the pool even as they dragged her to the initiate apartments at the base of the stone stairwell. She was placed onto a bed and restrained by medtechs. The first guard addressed them, "She was found with Dax. She is out of her mind. We don't know how she got this way.." "Leave it to us." the head tech replied. Dax felt an injection's sting. "Nooo!!! " she sobbed weakly.. "I must have him back...I.." Blackness cut into the pain, ending it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Awake child..." a matronly voice soothed. Jadzia felt a warm cloth on her face, bathing away the sweat.. "I know it is difficult to face the world now. But I am here to help.." Jadzia opened her eyes to vast wise ones.. "Kai Opaka?" She sat up off the Bajoran pallet she now found herself lying upon. She was on Bajor, in the Main Temple at Jon'ghur'ree which lay deep inside the jungle capitol. "I assure you that I am not a figment, Jadzia. I am quite real...." Kai Opaka grasped Jadzia's ear in the old gesture and closed her eyes. "All beings have an energy which sustains them throughout their existence, Jadzia.. Let that sustain you now, child. Your pah is still strong. Rise." Her sodden gown soaked in the pool fluid was gone and she was bare skinned, covered only with a light sheet of beige. Jadzia pulled this around herself and padded around the room, clutching it for security that was more than just for modesty's sake.. "I- I don't understand, Kai.. You're -- you're dead.. I- I -I mean, Sisko had to leave you there on that planetoid because of the contamination.. I saw Julian work to save you.." Kai smiled gently in her amber robes, her golden earrings jingling softly at her cheek, "As he worked to save you... then.., in sickbay with Worf at your side.." The memory of the Bondbreak bit full force. Jadzia drew in her breath sharply.. and crumpled to the rug, wrapping her arms around her knees,.. "He's gone... Dax..is.. no longer.. inside me... I don't think I can bear it..." she moaned in agony.. Cold tears burned down her skin and she began to sob without sound. The Kai knelt near her drawing up the Trill's face in her gnarled hands, smiling .. "Then let another fill you.. if only to save your sanity." She rose and went to an altar that was in an alcove ringed by rich red velvet tapestries and reverently lit two six meter high candles with flame. The Kai said a silent prayer and kissed a covered tarnished bronze case engraved in sacred Bajoran symbols.. Jadzia let the sheet drop, "It a Tear of the Prophets.." she crawled her way over to it touching the lines of the case and withdrawing from it as if it could burn her.. Kai Opaka, removed one of her many robes and draped it across Jadzia's body, and then she held her like any mother would her grown child. "Yes, child, The Orb of Becoming.. and you are destined to be a Disciple. Like the Sisko-to-be will become, when he casts off his fleshly shell in a moment of great sacrifice." Jadzia let the Kai wipe away her tears with her gentle touch. "There is an entity inside for you. I have been inside this Nexus for all eternity and I know this to be a truth beyond simple faith.." He is called, Dovin.." she sighed, adding another name in a mere whisper.." Kah..." Jadzia pulled her hand away as if it were suddenly foul. "A pai wraith? No,.. but they're evil.. " she made a face in disgust.. "Not this one.. He is the originator.. the first wormhole entity to ever be.. He is all that's good, that which was left behind when the Pai Wraiths left the True Temple, your wormhole, to dwell with mortals in their accursed idols. Dovin-Kah has the power to save you child...Come look....." She swung the heavy Tear capsule casing open and Jadzia and herself were awash in the neon blue fire of prophesy.. "And..believe....believe.........believe....." The Kai's voice echoed... "If you desire your life... You must .....Believe...." Images: Of Dax, of his/her many children, Of long loving nights with Worf, her chosen husband, of a close tie with her commander, Sisko as he lay dying on the Ops deck.. just another kind of love.. For Julian's fierce devotion to his art, his passion,..medicine. And then she forgave him, most of all, for his ending her bond with Dax, in an attempt to save what life he could.. The insanity Jadzia felt at her acute awareness of her loss of Dax evaporated.. It was time to reach out, to believe in another beginning... and then, and then..... Jadzia finally......................did. Jadzia and Dovin-Kah.. became ....ONE. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Garak was very busy at tactical on board the Defiant.. "How very interesting.." he said overseeing all the events unfolding in front of his eyes from a discreet corner. "I think,.. I am going to take a little trip.." Instantly, he was there. All the comforts of home and tailor shop, on board one tiny Federation captain's starship... NCC 74656.. ::Ah, I think I'm going to like it here very much... after all, I'm just one of the Nexus's myriads of.....Voyagers,.. now aren't I?" Garak chuckled. "Exile ended.. I'd say.. Good. I deserve it." He began to study the ship's database for the commands to adjust the environmental controls on the ship's holodeck to suit his Cardassian needs, and... to gather in all the crew's vital statistics.. their measurements!!! He spent a few hours alone just arranging pictures of his best works of garment artistry on the wall above his customer counter. Garak added a final finishing touch by sending to every functioning terminal in every cabin, bridge, message board and communciator pin on every ship far and wide inside the Nexus.. "Garak's Garment Shop... Playing to fashion vanity everywhere.. Now OPEN for BUSINESS.. Come and be adorned.." ------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Jadzia embracing a humanoid Dax in a symbiont pool. Image : Kai Opaka, gently serious. Image : Jadzia serious close up. Audio : Garak -- Let me guess, you're either lost, or desperately searching for a good tailor... Image : A grinning Garak, impish expression. ****************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: I think, therefore I am... Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 20:27:57 -0000 Lon Suder was sitting at Science Station Two, examining the readings that he was taking from his point of view on Voyager's bridge. It took a great deal of time but he was slowly coming to the conclusion that things were not exactly as they should be , that reality itself was responding in some unique way to the thoughts and impressions of everyone here. By searching computer records and personnel files, he found his own death certificate so he began to develop a theory of just how all of this could come to pass. His being here and not being dead. In order to prove his theory forming in his head. He would have to do something that Captain Janeway might think of as dangerous. Lon looked around the bridge at the menagerie that he saw of crewmen, animals and holograms and concluded that things would have to be tested in order for the captain to be able to make a rational decision about everything. He saw that the EMH had awakened Janeway and Kes, who was now gone. And Chakotay, who had been injured through a dreaming, who now seemed to be fully mended, probably through the ministrations of the holographic physician. Suder saw two new men arrive. Both human. One quite young and the other apparently a Starfleet lieutenant, both appeared in different manners. He listened to what they had to say, then, with his own observations and conclusions ,decided to act. He would inform the captain exactly what the situation truly was. With some hesitation, Lon Suder left his station to approach the Captain and Chakotay. "Captain Janeway, I know that my actions in the past may make you suspect me about the nature of our current situation. I believe that I understand now how I have come to be here. The Nexus responds to thought , to any idea of the mind. I believe... that Lt. Tuvok is responsible for my current manifestation on your ship because of our past contact with each other through our counseling mind meld. He, outside the Nexus, has unwittingly withheld a part of my consciousness. So as long as he keeps thinking about me, I can exist here inside the Nexus." Suder knew now where Tuvok really was. It was ironic that the Vulcan had been on that shuttle away from the ship when the Nexus came to sweep Voyager away. He owed his existence to that happy accident. ::Funny that I am a recreated part of Tuvok's mind.:: Lon Suder added another thought. "About the Nexus's true heading captain, Unless you plan to blow up a local star in our solar system we won't be able to deflect its arrival to Earth." Janeway nearly spit out a mouthful of coffee in spite of its flavorful aroma. She set her mug down slowly. Suder focused inside of himself and felt a little Tuvok there. "Such an idea would be most logical however unfeasible." The Betazed regarded Chakotay's skeptical expression and said, "Well. listen. If blowing up the star isn't going to work, who's to say that we can't turn the Nexus from inside of here just by thinking about it." Chakotay's tattoo twitched at the idea. Janeway looked up too, very suspicious, and looked Suder up and down. ::I wonder how far I can trust him?:: Suder looked at the ribbon that was currently tumbling them along. He looked at the captain frankly and said, "This could be a way for Voyager to finally get home.. but then again.... Consider this, can us shadows find a way to exist OUTSIDE the Nexus? We could warn them somehow and let Starfleet handle the deflection problem." Thinking inwardly to himself, Lon thought,::If I can exist outside, then I would have found a way to cheat my own death..:: Earth didn't matter to him in the least.. For his heart was for Betazed only. ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachment) Image : Lon Suder in close up, very intent. Image: The bridge crew in full dress uniform over Suder's flag draped casket.. ************************************************************* From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Come One, Come All Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 21:57:06 -0000 Ben had on his 'thinking cap' as he sat in the command chair on the bridge, of what scarcely seemed like his 'Defiant'..he'd gotten over the loss of the Defiant, and gotten used to the Sao Paulo, later renamed Defiant 'A' ...but this ship didn't feel like either.... Since the impact of the anomaly... It was an instinct every commander knew well...The High Power to Mass ration on the Defiant, allowed Sisko to 'feel' his ship, like the beating of a heart... But the Defiant's deck was still....no movement at all.... "I am Lor. I come from the place of angels that is inside this fire. Do not be afraids. You will not be returned to nothingness. Just want everything to be at peace and it will come." Sisko spun around, as he heard the voice..... "Intruder Alert!" he shouted above the steady hum of sparking consoles, and chattering damage control teams... "I am Captain Benjamin Sisko of the United Federation of Planets....What is this place?" Ben was more than slightly troubled by the 'man's' clothing...and his appearance. This Lor could be human, except for the shade of his skin... . "I know your peoples. And I know we should be finding more of them. This place is not in the stars we know. Sisko..Let us find out why together." The harried security officers stepped out of the Port Egress.....and aimed their phasers at Lor.. Sisko waived them off... "We intend to do, exactly that," Sisko turned around, already aiming to ask for a report, from O'Brien.... A flash of light occurred...it didn't seem to have a point of origin...It had disappeared quickly...But in it's place, stood a young officer. The crewmen was wearing the old style Starfleet Uniform..and an Ensign Pip. Even if it hadn't been for the uniform, which was the mustard colour of Engineering..>Sisko would have known the officer was not an original Defiant crewman. The day seemed to be getting stranger and stranger.... The Human officer, he atleast appeared to be human, uttered a single comment, "I take it, you've no idea what's going on either.." "Ensign?" Sisko said, preferring to fall back on what he knew, "Where did you come from?" There was yet another flash of light and the new arrival, a dark haired boy...stepped forward, not seeming the least bit dazed by his new location. “Hello everyone would someone mind telling me what ship this is? Captain Sisko?” Wesley asks, “I have heard much about you travels. My name is Wesley Crusher.” Sisko was about to reply, when the name triggered a 'light bulb' , Ben was used to having sudden realisations...this was one, Wesley Crusher of Enterprise fame... Worf had mentioned it to him some time... "Captain Benjamin Sisko, USS Defiant," Sisko refrained from adding the 'a' to the end... "Captain Sisko, may I ask a very odd question. Where are we and how did we get here?" Ben glanced around at the group, gathering on his bridge, and was about to answer... "The Nexus? We are in the Nexus? How in the world did we end up here." "That, Mr Crusher, is the question," Sisko replied half-heartedly. Suddenly...a burst of transmission came over the Bridge audio systems... Sisko looked at toward the viewscreen...Despite not seeing anything, he looked toward his officers for a report... "Sir, I can go over there personally to let them know where we standard that maybe be the best course until we know what effect the Nexus will have on are ships systems and from the sound of their hail they may not understand what we are saying." Crusher seemed to want to do something....and something told Ben, that his 'abilities' had not been exaggerated. "Go For It, First of all, we need to know exactly where 'we stand'," Sisko turned back to Crusher. Then, as if on cue...Another new arrival stepped onto the Bridge... A Klingon at first glance... Sisko stood up.. "It appears, We're in the Nexus...Records are vague, at best, right now, I want to pool all the information we have," Sisko looked to those around him... ****************************************************************************** From: "Ezriel Yellin" S Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The seventh Man Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2001 11:09:43 -0000 Gary Seven transported off of Voyager. His sponsors were getting fed up with the Q continuum playing fast and loose with other cultures. He had a report to make. Leaving Efret (Spot) and Isis on the ship, he told them that he was going to report, then return to Earth for a few days R & R. As a Special Time Agent, Gary was used to making minor changes in planetary history. He recalled with great satisfaction how his tampering with an orbital launch platform caused it to explode. As a result of this incident, the war in the mid 20-th century was averted. With less satisfaction, he recalled damaging the brakes of a truck, which resulted in the death of an early 20th century peace activist, Edith Keeler. In the time line where he did not play with the brakes, and Keeler lived, well, that version of Earth would be radioactive for the next 7500 years. What he found interesting was that his first two assignments involved the original starship Enterprise, with James Kirk commanding. Of course, aside from an accidental transporter interception, he'd always managed to stay in the background, unobserved. One major downside to this life was that he was never sure how old he was. Thanks to the time travel as well as the skill of his sponsors, he maintained the physical charateristics of a man in his mid-30's. He wanted to help Janeway and her crew return to their quatrant, but he knew that he could not do that yet. Making his report on the Qs interference and the resolution of the problem, he prepared a special appeal to be able to help Voyager. Of course, his sponsors never did anything without plenty of thought and analysis. Perhaps this would only take a few years. After a detailed debriefing, Gary Seven changed to contemporary dress (instead of his customary crisp black suit). and collected a supply of credit chips. Heading out to the transportation area, he failed to notice the stormlike disturbance on the monitors. He adjusted one of the "writing stylus" instruments he removed from his pocket, and transported out. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The method of transportation his sponsors gave him kept him conscious and aware during the travel. It was needed because of the long range. It also gave Gary a slightly disoriented feeling. As he felt his energy-being approach Earth;'s solar system, there was a tremendous lurch and pulling. Gary felt that he was caught in a- razor sharp wind, and that his energy was being ripped apart by a disruptor blast. ::I hope Isis stays out of trouble and finds a new host:: he thought. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Gary parked his car in the driveway and walked up the path to his house. He was tired, but satisfied. He had been working long hours, but it was finally worth it. After several spectacular faliures, his dream - to link every home in the planet to a global data network - was complete. Now it was a matter of time before people reognized the convenience. Entering his house he started to call to his wife: "Isis...honey...I'm..." ::Something is VERY wrong here:: he thought. ******************************************************************** From: "Mordok " Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Confusion on the Defiant Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2001 20:18:53 -0000 Miles O'Brian looked down at the Irish setter occupying the place on his lap where his daughter Molly had been. For just a moment he thought he saw a glimmer of intelligence behind the dogs eyes when the universe folded again. He was on the floor but no longer in his quarters. Then again he was on his quarters. He could see the Alliance guards posted inside the main bay doors of the holding center. His fellow Terrans were dressed in rags and standing in a reviewing line for the Intendant's pleasure. A nero- shocker pushed his chin up and he found himself looking into Kira's (but not Kira's) eye's. "Perhaps this little Terran Techie could solve our problem, If not….." her voice trailed off in a smile. The Universe folded. "His worries will be over" said the Dominion guard. Although his body appeared to be in serious trouble, O'Brian's mind rebelled. What is this? Mind control, Interogation? Temporal Flux? The universe folded again as Obrian shifted through more separate realities. As Kiko drew her last breath and the tears began to swell beneath his eyes O'Brian fought for control. "Enough! It not real!" O'Brian closed his eyes. "I should be sitting on by butt on the floor of the Defiant where that last power surge deposited me. Anything else is an illusion. If I can't read it with a sensor sweep, measure it or callibrate it, it's an illusion." The universe shifted again, but this time when it stopped O'Brian felt light headed, and weightless. He opened one eye, command console at eye level. He looked down, no Molly, dog or Kiko, just his duty uniform and the Defiant's greyish carpet. The Defiant! He opened his other eye and swept the bridge, Commander Sisko was still at his command station watching the view screen intently. As Obrian rose to his feet a young ensign gestured to the Aft Science station and O'Brian gestured his approval as he manned the station. While he slowly gathered his thoughts, the Ensign recalibrated his tricorder and then mentioned Klingon DNA. O'Brian though briefly of Worf , then as Lor approached the ensign from behind, prepared to act. Miles nodded to Odo who moved slightly to the right of Sisko as O'Brian slipped his phaser from his belt and palmed it into his hand. Sisko gestured slightly, his crew understanding "wait, let's see how this plays out". O'Brian nodded to the Ensign warning him non verbally. "Good Man, he picks up quick" thought Miles as the ensign moved so his back was no longer exposed but continued to man the station relaying all the information the computer had on their current position inside something called the Nexus. Just then a Klingon woman appeared on the bridge. "Harry!" She said in recognition finally giving a name to the ensign. "Where are we?" Lor apparently mistook her for Worf, then launched into a speech proclaiming his innocense and ending with a gesture of surrender. O'Brian looked to Sisko who shook his head ever so slightly to hold back. O'Brian steamed. Lor tried to describe the Nexus but to O'Brian it didn't make much sense. Then again neither did their situation, what with beings popping in and out from who knows where. Then Lor stepped up to the computer and did something Mile's had only heard of. Displaying the skills that Data had but at twice the speed, fingers flying so fast they blurred, he downloaded the Defiant's entire computer database and records then disappeared. A stunned silence held the bridge for a moment then everyone tried to speak at once with predictable results. *********************************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Caught between darkness and light Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2001 22:59:55 -0000 Tom steps down from the Captain's seat at the Doc declares Janeway fit to take over again. Funny, he didn't spend long there, no more than ten minutes or so, but it felt nice nevertheless. He'd been ribbing Harry for ages abut his growing fondness for 'sitting in the big chair' during the graveyard shift. Now he thinks he's starting to know what Harry sees in it. He listens as Chakotay and the Doc discuss this 'Nexus' and it's effects on the ship. "Wish I could dream this headache away" he murmers from the helm. "Why don't you try Mr Paris. It's fast becoming apparent that anything can happen on this ship" the Doc replies, his audio sensitivity having picked up Tom's comment. Tom shrugs. *Why not, got nothing to lose.* He concentrates on it and is surprised when the heaviness in his head just drifts away. *Wow! There's been a few occasions in the past where that little trick would have come in handy* he muses. > Suder looked at the ribbon that was currently tumbling them > along. He looked at the captain frankly and said, "This could > be way for Voyager to finally get home.. but then again.... > Consider this, can us shadows find a way to exist OUTSIDE > the Nexus? We could warn them somehow and let Starfleet > handle the deflection problem." "Hold on, who says we even are shadows?" Tom pipes up. "As far as I'm concerned, all we did was run slam into a cosmic anomaly and get stuck inside. We get out and we're home free... to coin a phrase." He glances over to the Captain. "Sorry if I spoke out of turn there, but I don't think we should be taking anything Suder says at face value. Especially when we don't know if this version of him is pre or post mind-meld." He looks back to Suder. "No offence!" *Tuvok must be more twisted than I thought to think this guy back* Tom wonders to himself. ******************************************************* END WEEK TWO RECAP 01-22-01 {Voyagerliveaction@egroups.com} WEEK THREE RECAP 01-21-01 {voyagerliveaction@egroups.com} ****************************************************************** From : "Cory Anda" Subject: Perception is Relative.. Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2001 15:14:05 -0000 >"Hold on, who says we even are shadows?" Tom pipes up. "As far as I'm >concerned, all we did was run slam into a cosmic anomaly and get stuck >inside. We get out and we're home free... to coin a phrase." He glances >over to the Captain. "Sorry if I spoke out of turn there, but I don't think >we should be taking anything Suder says at face value. Especially when we >don't know if this version of him is pre or post mind-meld." He looks back >to Suder. "No offence!" >*Tuvok must be more twisted than I thought to think this guy back* Tom >wonders to himself. Lon studied the floor and bore no malice, while others considered this angle. Reg subconsciously took a few steps away from the Betazed when the man smiled tiny in an indecipherable way. Then he shook it off and addressed Tom's argument. Reg held up his hands in a fending off gesture, "I assure you lieutenant, that this ship, and those out there just beyond our hull are phantoms.. Chakotay noticed himself the mass differential and I have seen the real vessels on the Argus Array just before I found you here when the mail went astray.. Scan me..... if you have to. You'll see that my mass is uneffected, whereas all of you,.. weigh ..mere micrograms inside this Nexus no matter how you concentrate or believe otherwise.... That's because that particular manifestation is probably a rule of physics inside the sphere of influence in whatever pocket universe or universes the Nexus contains. You are shadows because you were "caught.." I am not because I transported in mechanically.. using the Array.." Reginald turned to face Ensign Sudor.."You,..ensign.. I can't explain away.. " He aimed his real realm tricorder at the man who was calmly standing with hands folded behind his back. "You.. have no mass what so ever... Yet you exist.. even here.. Perhaps your theory about Lt. Tuvok is a distinct possibility.. Maybe.. you.. are this ribbon's equivalent of a psychokinetic ghost.. a literal figment of his mind due to your past mental bond with him.. We can't know all the physical laws in here.. I'd say we don't even try to reason them out.... we might upset some natural balance we don't as yet understand. Perhaps Tuvok is even now summoning help from the outside to alter the ribbon's course from Earth's trajectory. I can go look for him when I leave here.." Chakotay's mouth flopped open.. ::Maybe that's why the ship's computer never registered Tuvok's not being here. He's not inside the Nexus so why should anything that can only scan Nexus internal regions be able to see anything outside of it. Such as our science officer's shuttle. Maybe Lon's creation is an effect of Tuvok being near the Delta Quadrant end of the ribbon and natural "eddies" have the rest of us concentrated in the Alpha Quadrant from another of those unknown physics laws..:: "Your head's not the only one that's hurting, Tom.." Chakotay quipped attempting to make light of the complex theories whizzing around. The first officer pointed to the screen.. "So let's accept some apparent truths then.. Those ships," he pointed to the now operational viewscreen from Lor's instant repair job, "Have the same mass as us.. even if featherweight. So it would stand to reason they are like us in every way,... in their thoughts, feelings, desires.. because we are all accustomed to thinking in old veins, our wants and desires are the same ones that govern THEM. Because we perceive ourselves to BE like them. Like those on the Defiant, the Lakul, and the Enterprises, not yet met..A difference which makes no difference IS no difference...." All on the bridge slowly nodded their heads.. in agreement.. Chakotay turned and pointed to Reginald. "He says we are NOT the originals.. So what..?" "So, we are real to each other in here and that's what's important. Let's act our roles.. here. The same as we would if the Nexus hadn't come along.. This is our universe now so let's be content with that.. Let's leave the outside realm to the real ships and their crew and make our own way.." He chuckled "I'd say we have a few advantages now. I don't know about you, but this instant healing ability and instant thought coming true is kind of interesting.. Let's explore it... and find a purpose for ourselves.. Chakotay warmed to the idea..."We could map out THIS universe's physical laws and then turn them to our advantage.. Let's make this place work for US if we're going to be here.. I don't know about the rest of you.. but I like the idea of finally having obtained Shangrai La..." There was a murmur of sighs from almost everyone and the stress level present melted away.. "This is just another kind of journey.. Who's to say that we aren't supposed to find our OWN Earth..somewhere within?" Barclay smiled, deeply moved, clasping fingers together in his palms and bringing them to his mouth.. bringing clenched knuckles to his lips. "I..hope you don't mind if I....stay to share it all with you.. Who knows when the outside will move the ribbon out of reach of the Array.. I've wanted so long to finally meet you in person.. Shadows.....suit me...just fine.." ::A step up from holograms..:: he thought happily.. The first officer met Kathryn's eye with a grin.. "I don't know about you, captain,.. but I'd like to go on a little vacation.. It's easier.. The ship will still be here when I get back.. And if we all concentrate.. nothing bad will happen to it... I... am taking a sabbatical.." The first officer winked at his captain.."Call if you need me..." "And.. don't forget to take that weekly bath of yours...." With that.. Chakotay disappeared into a place he wanted to be for as longed as he had been breathing. ----------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: Chak and J talking in chairs. Music: Ethereal icy space music. Audio: A hawk's cry. Gif: Four captains and four ships logo. ***************************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Gemini Disaffection Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2001 17:50:46 -0000 > Scan me..... if you have to. You'll see that my mass is > uneffected, whereas all of you,.. weigh ..mere micrograms > inside this Nexus no matter how you concentrate or believe > otherwise.... That's because that particular manifestation is > probably a rule of physics inside the sphere of influence in > whatever pocket universe or universes the Nexus contains. > You are shadows because you were "caught.." I am not > because I transported in mechanically.. using the Array.." Tom doesn't like what he's hearing. *I'm not a shadow* he tells himself forcefully. He acquires a tricorder and as Lt Barclay offered, proceeds to scan him. Weight and mass is more or less right for his height and build. He then turns it on the others as Chakotay starts talking. It's true that their physical mass is barely on the scale. Finally, and a little fearfully, he turns the tricorder on himself. The readings all spike up again... ____________________________________________________ Meanwhile on the real Voyager... Captain Janeway picks herself up off the floor and glances around her bridge. The Doc is busy running a tricorder over a shaken looking Tuvok. The dark-skinned Vulcan appears to be concentrating hard on something, beads of sweat running down his brow. A flustered Chakotay is reading the instrumentation on his chair arm. "Harry, what the h*ll was that?" she asks. Harry, his hair a little messed up, looks at his console. "The ribbon just threw out a tendril of energy at us, Captain. For a moment there I wasn't sure if we were going to escape it." "Tom, back us off to a safe distance. I don't want any more surprises like that" Kathryn orders. But she receives no answer. "Tom..." Then she sees he isn't at his usual position at helm. Indeed the helm console itself is a blackened shell. There must have been a h*ll of an explosion to cause that sort of damage. Her pilot is nowhere to be seen on the bridge. "Computer, where is Tom Paris?" "Lieutenant Paris is no longer aboard Voyager." ---------------------------------------------------------- (Attachment) Music : Trekgen.mid (25k) ********************************************************** From: "patti keiper" To: voyagerliveaction@egroups.com Subject: Ready, Set... GO!!! Kes only felt a little better now that the word had gone out. ::Earth must be spared.. This Nexus cannot be allowed to reach a populated planet. No matter how badly this crew wants to get home..:: "Neelix. Is there anything we can do ourselves to help alter the ribbon's course?" The Talaxian's whiskers were limp and still with concern and stress, "I- I don't think so, sweetings.. ah, I mean, how can we? The ship's bound inside, floating along like a boat in the river.." Kes adamently refused to consider it. She walked away from the astrometrics rail with folded arms in front of her.. "I may be only three, but I've noticed some things happening around here that may be the key.." She smiled and walked back, caressing Naomi's head briefly, "The ribbon gave me that clue." The little girl looked up from the tactical console displaying the ribbon course map with a questioning gaze. "You see, Neelix, I was unconscious on the bridge for a short time,," she shushed Neelix rising indignation at not having been informed of that with a touch.."...and I saw what the Nexus did for everyone effected.. I saw Captain Janeway be with her fiance', Mark on an Earth beach, on a walk, and I saw Naomi bring Chakotay's spirit guide wolf to him on the bridge. And I've seen some visions of people I haven't even met yet.. Benjamin Sisko's baseball, and Garak's Cardassian tailoring shop, he's here on Voyager right now.." "A Cardassian?? " Neelix said alarmed..."Don't you think we should tell somebody??" Kes slowly shook her head in amusement... "He's on vacation.. living out a fantasy that he has grown accustomed to from being exiled on a ex-Bajoran station. He isn't going to harm us or anyone, Lore, Data's brother, is an android who's been healed of his schitzophrenia through a new emotions chip. Jadzia, a symbiontless Trill now has a new host.. Seska,.. is now on another vessel..Worf, a Klingon is finding where his heart and home lies. B'Elanna is on another starship with Harry.." The Ocampan's sharing took on a wonderous tone, "Neelix,.. this place is no threat to anyone who embraces that idea. I see Chakotay now, has fully accepted this and is embarking on another journey.. Barclay.. needs no fantasy.. He's real, and visiting us. His ultimate dream made possible by the Argus Array.. Wesley, is doing pretty much the same thing, watching us, protecting us from a new kind of Q , the Gray poking around inside here." She gripped Naomi's and Neelix's shoulders.. "Don't you see? We can do anything we want..Such as halt the ribbon itself in flight just by thinking about it.. The crew's subconscious desire most likely made the ribbon course for Earth in the first place." She closed her eyes and concentrated.. "I may have had everyone else's fantasies in my head, but no more.. I am going to be this ribbon's pilot.. because I wish it.." Out in Sector One, in Earth's solar system, perimeter patrols from Jupiter and Mars relaxed.. the ominus appearing Nexus on all Earth's sensors and screens Halted.. after only taking Io, one of Jupiter's moons into its essence... The outer worlds, Neptune, Pluto, Uranus and Saturn had already been swept and left behind. ::No great hardship..:: Kes marveled.. ::There are no people there.:: She smiled as the ribbon obeyed her and banked into a stationary position over Jupiter.. She made sure none of the tendrils touched the starbase on Europa or those in the asteroid belt between Mars Earth.. ::Too many mining facilities and civilian fly ways there.:: She turned her mind's eye inward, and was content to watch the people Janeway desired to journey home to, smiling.. She turned to the little girl and her Talaxian companion.."Neelix.. let's go on vacation.. I've tamed the ribbon's physicality.. It's going nowhere unless all of us wish it as one.. I...want to show you Tahiti.." With a mischievious grin.. she gripped his arm, pulling into the first dream of her own.. Naomi waved them a farewell and walked out of the room to go to another place on Voyager. --------------------------------------------------------- "Smells heavenly..!" Neelix sighed.."Eh.. what's it called?" he said of a colorful disk decoration on a stick.. He delicately plucked the paper umbrella and sniffed it.. "No silly, that's just for show.. What you want is inside the coconut.." she said of the the fruit husk container he was holding. "Here..." Kes turned the tropical drink in Neelix's hand over so he could see the straw protruding out of it's top. "Taste it.. Tom Paris showed me one of these at Voyager's luau my first year aboard.. Remember that night?" she giggled. "It was when Tom and B'Elanna first had feelings for each other." Neelix didn't hear her, feeling the sweet pina colada on his tongue and the tickle of the ocean waves at his toes from where they were both sitting on chaise lounge chairs at the surfline in straw hats and shades. Kes was in a becoming sea green one piece and Neelix, in a yellow lifeguard tank top with a big Red Cross on it. He blew the whistle at his neck... "**Whistle** Attention all crew everywhere.. We've tested the waters and everything's swell. Dive right on in.... It's time for a holiday.. so have at it and go on one....Chakotay's got the right idea...!!!" His jolly proclaimation hit every ear inside the Nexus.. ------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image: Kes and Neelix in a hug promo ************************************************************ From: "Lil Sister" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Elder in the Fires Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2001 20:14:05 -0000 Kes was well. Chakotay was well. It was good. And the other ships were not rocking in harm taking. The Nexus was quieting. "I know why. The peoples here have learned what I learn. This place makes it happen what is in your head. So in your head, it's the true camel. It will go as you tell it." he said to Janeway and pointed to the other ships in the calm place that was growing. He was troubled by this no more Lor did see. So he did something else. Lor was completed in his workings. The great starship of the red headed captain's was in power again. ::Now the tranzporter disks and the food makers will work. I wanted it so.:: He saw Barclay come to see the ship crew. ::I know him. My brother had times with this man.:: So he went over to Barclay's side to listen to his speakings... In an hour, Lor knew all the new ideas.. "I agree with ReginaldBarclay. We cannot be the true people if we can travel to our dreams so. For they cannot do these walkings. I feel we are in no danger. There is no enemy here if we make it to be that way in our heads. I do not want to fight. I hang my head in shame for the fightings I had with my brother outside." Lor looked at the viewscreen and talked with the one leader left on the Voyager. "Captain, ma'am. Make your ship safe. You can. This Wesly man can do it to it, to. I have to go where your second went on his journey to the inside.." With that Lor went. He had heard the sound of the great bird that called to all of them when Chakotay had his leave taking. ::This man knows there is no danger. He wished to be fully in this new place.. I want to learn with him and go where he goes to learn whatever I can about being self now that I am sick no more.:: The sound of the hunting bird was strange, not a desert one from Lor's home. "I am following you here to the seeings. Show me you.." he said to the orange fire above his hair. The red tailed hawk came into seeing then and met Lor's eyes and began wings moving to where the red skinned man had happenings. ::So many trees in this place. It is the great bird's home. I hear its crys again in the mountains in the night. And so much water..there is a noisey tube of it over the rocks in the low places. I will not be thirsty here.:: Then I see him. By a fire in the dirt. He is speaking to another man with silver hair like a woman's in animal clothes. "Long hair? He looks like a seer..of a clan." Lor spoke. The talk were hear by the two men. Chakotay and the other man stood and Lor saw the pipe smoking on the ground.. "Who is this man, second leader. I come to learn why you want to be here in the Place of Angels, the Nexus..and what you want to see. May I have foods with you and water? I bring a story in return for your comforts. Allow me this. I only want to see. My chip gifted me not long time ago to have this new thing. I want to be as I should. My "father" would have wished it." Lor stood with hands angled in peace offering. "You, the elder one. If you are clan seer I would have speakings with you about being a peoples even though I am not a man." Lor saw the eyes of the hawk in the elder one. They spoke of wisdom. And his face looked like Chakotay's. ::Who is this I wonder.:: ***************************************************************** From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Fast moves and slow grooves~~ Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2001 20:49:24 -0000 Harry hugged B'Elanna back in sheer relief. "Torres. Am I glad to see you! Meet the chief here. He's the engineer on this ship, the Defiant and that over there, is Captain Sisko. He's been rather busy and hasn't had the time to talk to me or this Ferengi yet.. so I've been feeling like someone's left heel ever since. I'm nobody important here." Quark snorted.."Please.. dignify me with my name, HU-man." The ensign didn't even meet in eye contact.."....I haven't forgiven you for trying to swindle me out of those cufflinks seven years ago. If it hadn't been for B'Elanna's husband, Tom , I'd have been many credits poorer than I am right now.." Quark huffed and moved off knowing when he was thwarted. ::No point in beating a dead horse.. He'll come around back to friendly terms.. I just have to find the right angle.. This Harry's my ticket onto Voyager.. Maybe, I can open up a coffee shop and draw in this Voyager captain myself.. I want this Nexus to build me my OWN promenade. Odoless! But I need customers.. and that means I get on all of these ships' crews' good sides.. I retreat then, Harry Kim, to when you are in a better mood...:: He moved over to where Chief O'Brien was working on yet another repair for his captain.. Quark noticed he was shaking his head at yet another fantasy vision.. "I'd learn to curb that Chief.. I think I have just the thing.." He whipped open a heavy jacket laden with cerebral merchandising. Biofeedback visors.. White noise maskers.. Wesley's game headsets, holo crowns and tin foil antennae.. "For twenty five credits gold pressed latinum.. I can take your worries away Chief. No Nexus tricks when you use these things I've dreamed up. As long as you own one of these.. I won't let it.." he roared heartily. "Here, try a gamma wave inducer. Will kill those fantasies right off.." Quark stuck a spiked, gaudily blinking sensor on Mile's neck. He then whipped out a datapadd, "Shall we say, five credits an hour to start with? No? Ok, two. And the first fifteen minutes, Nexus free, is on me because we've known each other so long, You know, Chief.. I think you and I are going places..." The Chief began to grumble like a doberman and the Ferengi missed all the signs. Ensign Kim and B'Elanna Torres were oblivious to Quark's tormenting the Chief. They just wanted to find their own way. Harry gripped B'Elanna's arm, "You ok? You look like you've just visited H@ll...." he sniffed, "Is that fish, I'm smelling?" Torres ripped free of his hold grinning dangerously with no force. Harry grinned. "That barge again, huh? I remember that near death stunt you pulled to get to your mother in sickbay. Tom told me about it.. What an ugly afterlife.." he laughed.. "Listen, I've learned a few things. Lore, Data's brother was just here. And he said we can do anything we want in the ribbon. I ...want a good meal.. Care to join me? He held out his arm genteely to B'Elanna.. The Nexus swept him away before he felt her decide to accompany him or not.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was in Tahiti.. With a plate in his hand. Thunk!! A steaming red lobster with spikey crab legs and a whole ladle of mussels and seaweed piled high and the ensign almost lost his place perched precariously on a lawn chair touching the ocean. It was night and the moon was so big it filled the sky and lit up all the palm trees ringing the beach.. "Eat up! Ensign!! " a familiar voice chuckled merrily..It was Neelix, with a reed woven chef's cap and grass skirt around his waist in lieu of an apron. Harry's eyes goggled at the meal. ::This looks fantastic!! He must've been fishing and cooking all day..:: Kim dove in fiercely.. ::I've always wanted a beach kettle cookout...:: In between bites, he choked, and Kes deftly smacked him into order again with a warning grin.. "Chew.." she glared, then smiled.. and Harry did.. Kes was looking fabulous in the glow of the bon fire in her long Hawaiian sari and the Plomeria bloom perched above her ear. The Ensign smiled.. "God, Tom and B'Elanna would love this place.. I can just see them playing footsy on the other side of the fire with a bottle of Pinot Noir.." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (attachments) Image :Harry on the clarinet. Gif : Upcoming events logo Logo: Paramount pictures gif. ********************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] I want to go on a feild trip! Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2001 20:57:29 -0000 I was glad I helped the hollow doctor make Kes all better. I was sure I could do it and I did! That trycordr made the counting easy. I got her up and we went into the lift. The hollow doctor didnt come with us. Then we checked with Auntie Kathy to look at the Nexus in the star lab and then the doors closd. I went with Nelix and Kes. I played with the controls and made the big movie screen change colors cause Nelix showd me how. It was fun.. Then they went away from me to talk. I didnt like the look on Kess face. Something was wrong. I saw the map again. The ribbon we were inside was going to go to Earth. I wasnt scared but I knew Kes was. Why? Why was she scared. This Nexus makes make believe real. If you think realy hard only good stuff will happen. I decided to ask Bootby.. Bootby! Bootby! Get over here. I want to talk to you about this new place were in. The simulated consultation program appeared in the grid above the child's head. "Naomi.. You needed me?" Yes! I do. I know you are just a computr program and cant dream but maybe you can help me with the Nexus were all inside. Now there are more ships in with us. Did Auntie Kathy tell you anything about that? "No. I was deactivated for a time until Lore reactivated me a few minutes ago. I do have a log showing the EMH going online to treat bridge casualties a half an hour ago. But that's beside the point. I am getting more and more oriented to the situation as I am receiving telemetry on all of Voyager's scans. The captain hasn't updated the logs yet." Never mind that. Look at this map. Earth is going to be caught! I see Kes and Nelix talking about it right now. What should I do? "Well. There's nothing I can do until I get all of my information. But be assured that Voyager's back up to full power. I'll not let any harm come to you or the rest of the crew. Is that clear?" Boothby ordered. I stood up tall. I was the captains assistent and I wasnt going to be afraid. Yes sir! Then Kes and Nelix came over to me and I herd her say that she was the ribbons driver like my friend Betty on my school bus. The ribbon stopped on the map! Kes did it! I was happy. She was no longr scared. Kes! Kes! You did it! Earth wont be stuck like we are. I turned off the map on the movie screen and turned to face them. I am going to tell Auntie Kathy that Earth is safe because you are the driver OK? So don't worry. I left and didnt even see Kes and Nelix go on ther vacation! I had to much work to do. -------------------------------------------------------- I got to the brige and jumped on Auntie Kathy's lap and i gave her a big hug. She was still ok and awake. Chakoty was gone. He wasnt there. Maybe he went on vacation to. I dont ever remeber him going on one ever since I was born! And Barkly was ther! He gave Auntie Kathy her afternoon coffey cup for me. That was nice. He then told us all about the shadow puppets we all were. I didn't mind. I still felt like me. Wesly was ther so I took his hand and shook it to get him to look at me so hed hear. Auntie Kathy! I mean captain! Kes did it! The ribbon is not going to Earth to get all the children scared. She made everything stop by the big planet with the red mark on it. So there is nothing for you to do on the ship now. Can we go to? Can we go on a trip? I want to see for me! ----------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image: Naomi Wildman with a holocamera. *********************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] When the cat's away .. the mice will play Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2001 01:37:42 +0400 Jadzia awoke in Worf's Quarters on the Defiant. She could still smell his pungent scent on the sheets and she smiled. ::I'm back. This is the new "after my death" life promised to me. I have to tell Captain Sisko that Kai Opaka made me an emissary for the Nexus via the wormhole.:: She arose and realized that she had no clothes on. In this reality, she would have had none following her death. She could feel Dovin-Kah in her belly and felt whole. ::He's not Dax. But we have much to learn from each other. :: She said, carressing her now scarless stomach. #We do, child. Now go. Get your fleshly needs taken care of. You are depleted.# Dovin-Kah said. In a wink, Jadzia knew where to go. --------------------------------------------------------- The little shop of tailors was filling with a merry humming as Garak swept up non existent dust off the pleasantly roasting rocky floor. ::Ah, finally! I am not cold.. That blasted Sisko had better rethink his environmental protocol for civilians if he ever gets back to the real DS9. If I was unhappy with the temperature there, I wonder how many others were too?:: He concentrated on a spot near his worktable, sweeping diligently with the Cardassion sedge broom until he swept against bare toes.. His eyes scanned up.... "AH!!!" He caught a hand to his thundering throat.."My dear.." he addressed Jadzia. "You must learn to ring the doorbell.." he gasped, "You sure gave me a start.." "Are you sure it wasn't the way I am now that startled you?" Jadzia Dovin chuckled. "Certainly not! Humans in the buff do absolutely nothing for me darling. And I'm sure you're warm enough.. I've just boosted the heating stones another notch.. Have a seat... I assume you are here for business.. Care for some tea?' Jadzia plunked down in the rich embroidered chair, without a care for her birthday suit state. "I'd love some.. Raktajeno, please.." Garak snapped his fingers and two steels cups of drink materialized in his hands. He gave her the bigger one. "So, did you like it?" he leaned over whispering confidentially. Jadzia blinked.."Like what?" "My universal clothing shop premiere commercial.. I sent it ribbon wide only an hour ago.. Clever authoring I thought so. Think it'll draw in the business?" "Really, I couldn't say.. I was rather out of it lately until the Kai--" ::Wait a minute. Garak's a spy. I shouldn't be telling him about Dovin-Kah too soon. He's bound to find some twisted motive to report back to the Obsidian Order in it.:: "...told me to come here.." she lied. "She told me what an exquisite tailor you are. She was wearing the gown you created for her.." "Really..." Garak smiled thinly, knowing Jadzia had avoided a tidbit. But his charm never ceased.. "I'm flattered.. Perhaps I can design such opulence for you.." He swept a hand, eyeing up Jadzia's dimensions. The Trill leaned forward and propped elbows on her knees lacing fingers together in front of her under her chin. "I'm sorry to disappoint you my fine appointed tailor, but one standard teal blue science uniform would be much appreciated. My wishing seems to be limited to locations so far and not to changes effecting my person.." Garak heaved a big sigh.. and toasted her with his mug. "Science officer to the last.. I salute you..." He cocked his head and asked one further thing, "You've the shape of a goddess, ever considered being a Dabo girl fashion model?" Jadzia's tea smattered all over Garak's face.. "Guess not.. All right.. I'll get straight to work. No doubt one of the captains will have need of your assistance.. One more thing.. If you see a feline running around here. Could you bribe the creature my way? I've a Cartalian Vole Naomi dreamed up in my back store room." "A feline?..." Jadzia echoed evenly.. "Ok,.. I'll keep out an eye for one. The only one I've seen was Spot from my sensor sweeps of Voyager before I was separated from the Defiant. And he's deader than a doornail in the morgue. Or, " she frowned confusingly. "He used to be.." listening to Dovin's inner voice.. She gripped Garak's arm in urgency.. "Can you design a more forgiving collar? I like breathing.." "No problem.." Garak replied. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Audio: *red alert sound TOS* Borg voices: Resistance is futile.. Beevis : Hehe. Butthead : That was cool.. Kirk : Enterprise out. *closing comm frequency sound* Image: Four ships and captains STV logo in black. ********************************************************************* From: Bradley J. Seward Date: Wed Jan 24, 2001 4:44pm Subject: Khan's Arrival Khan was ready to attack the Enterprise with everything he had, when the Enterprise swung around and fired at his commandeered vessel. Khan had been defeated in one swift act. Then he noticed the Genesis device sitting quietly and yet beckoned to him to activate it. Khan crawled over to it depressed a button, and looked at the viewscreen and said to Kirk, "From Hell's heart I stab at thee. For hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee." Something appeared on the Reliant's scanners just before the ship imploded. One moment Khan was facing death, and the next he was standing outside the launch platform of the S.S. Botany Bay. His clan was the last of the supreme humans that spanned a quarter of the earth and now they were hunted. Khan was disappointed that he had to leave his realm, but perhaps he would return. His crew was boarding the sleeper vessel when he heard the sound of a sniper rifle echoing off the buildings. As he turned toward the sound he saw his wife's chest explode. He ran to her side but it was to late. Another shot echoed close to him and ricocheted off the concrete near him. Turning from his fallen companion he ran up the platform and into his vessel. On the scanners several fighters were approaching their position, Khan turned to his co-pilot and nodded. The three booster rockets ignited and lifted the rocket slowly into the atmosphere. The fighters arrived too late, but persistently followed the rocket as it ascended into the high atmosphere. Two of the fighters fired their missiles but Khan's ship had already accelerated beyond their speed. Within seconds the blackness of space came into view. Khan turned to his co-pilot, "What a glorious day. Now the stars are ours... When we awake, our enemies will have perished." Khan turned in his seat and suddenly appeared on a beautiful planet, "Damn Kirk for stranding us on Ceti Alpha V." Khan paused a moment, something was wrong in his genetically advanced brain, something was telling him that time was out of sync. A strange shape blocked out the sun, it was cubed shaped. Suddenly he heard the whine of a transporter activating. Quickly, he dove behind some boulders as the three individuals materialized. The men were dressed in black, they were human but had cybernetic implants. They spoke in electronic type voices. Khan observed them suspiciously. "Human, advanced genetics, assimilate." ::Assimilate?:: Khan thought, ::They mean to capture us. I need a weapon.:: Khan looked about and saw a sword that wasn't there earlier. He reached for it, and his motion must have attracted the strange beings. The beings walked into view and said, "Resistance is futile..." Khan swung the sword which immediately killed the first creature. They were stronger than he imagined. The second creature swung his arm at Khan but Khan ducked and rolled out of its reach. Reacting, Khan swung his sword again and dismembered its legs, but the creature kept coming at him. :: I should have beamed to Kirk's ship with Genesis.:: Khan thought. His vision dimmed and he appeared on the Enterprise's transporter platform. His son, three others and Genesis were with him. Somehow they surprised the transport chief, who pressed the intercom button and uttered, "Intr--" Khan's son fired his phaser killing the transporter chief. "Father, how did we get here?" "You, and you secure the door." Khan ordered the others, then turning to his son, "I'm not sure what is going on, but we can relive our past. Even change things the way we could have done things. The enterprise disabled us and you were killed." Khan's son touched his forehead, "I remember. But we're ALIVE." "Yes, we've beamed aboard Kirk's vessel." Khan paused and began thinking, "But when..." After a second he walked to the door, placing his hand on the one's shoulder, "Ahmahd?" "Secured, sir." Khan glanced at the alert light, it was blinking yellow, "Yellow alert? Yessss, we ARE one big happy family. The shields are still down. Quickly, before their security arrives. Ahmahd, transport Genesis into a storage shed, and mask the transport signature, erect a level 4 security field. We'll head to the ship's main shield control and disable them from there. Kirk has no idea I'm aliiiive." "Genesis, safely transported and secured. Security is running diagnostics. They've dispatched security to our position." "Time for us to move, we'll use the Jeffrey tubes." As the three exited the transporter room a crewman walked toward them, when he noticed the strange people he slammed his fist against the intercom and yelled, "Intruder alert!" Ahmahd ran to him, grabbed him around the neck, the officer crumpled lifelessly to the ground, "What now?" "We continue. Kirk knows not who I am yet, we can bypass any fields we come to." ------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Music : Mutara Nebula from ST-II, the movie Image: Khan in a rage in the captain's seat. ****************************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Forgotten Years Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2001 15:52:31 -0000 === Tom looks at his tricorder in relief. He knew he was no shadow. "Captain" he starts, but then a sudden pain fills his head, worse than any hangover he's ever had. It's so intense he collapses to the floor. A spike cuts through Tom's mind, shredding synapses like paper. Thoughts, feelings, memories... Tied up in Fair Haven's chapel. Now this wasn't what he had in mind when he wrote the program. *Guess no-one appreciated the cow joke. You'd think the Irish would have a sense of humour.* Slash! B'Elanna lying on a biobed. Damn her, why does she have to be so stubborn. He respects her beliefs, he really does, but this search for her mother through the Klingon afterlife could kill her. Rip! Tom's eyes almost pop out of their sockets as he sees the Captain in Queen Arachnia's costume. She certainly...... fills it out well. *Improper thoughts about the Captain... not good. Think of something else...... warp-field equations. Arrrrggghhh!!!* Nope, he can't do it, he has to sneak another look. *Woah! Could that bodice get any tighter?* Tom's eyes shoot open. He finds himself looking at the ceiling, a perspective which is giving him a weird sense of deja-vu. "What am I doing on the floor?" he asks no-one in particular. He tries to remember... *Oh yeah, the Malons* He slowly sits up, then realises he's on the bridge instead of the shuttle-bay. "Captain?" he asks, confused. ************************************************************************** From: DarkMaster13@angelfire.com Date: Fri Jan 26, 2001 1:41pm Subject: Old Friends Thrown Together Sparks flew from the control panel behind Icheb as Voyager shook violently. Icheb rushed across the bridge to Ops, and began to enter a series of commands. "Mezoti, do we have power to the view screen yet?" Icheb called to her, hoping that she had heard him over the loud hum that had surrounded the ship moments before they lost power. "Yes" Mezoti replied as she starred down at the sensor display on her console. "On screen" Icheb replied as he took his seat in the captain's chair. The view screen became active and sent a blinding light onto Voyager's bridge, "dim the view screen" Icheb called as he shielded his eyes. The light became dimmer, and there on the view screen was a gaseous cloud with all sorts of colors, a bolt of lightning flew from the cloud and Voyager began to tilt. "Stabilize us" Icheb called to Azan, who was at Helm control. "There, we're stabilized captain" Azan replied as he let out a sigh of relief. "Captain, I don't recognize this anomaly" said Rebi from tactical. "I do" Icheb replied, "this is a species in the Alpha Quadrant called the Calamarian, the Enterprise ran into them once while harboring a Q" Icheb explained to the other three.:But how did they get here, and why are they attacking us?: Icheb thought to himself as he looked on at the view screen. "Icheb, shields are down to 21 percent, what should we do?" Rebi asked, Icheb could detect fear in his voice, and felt sorry for him, this was a little over the kid's head. "Mezoti, try and find a way to punch a hole through them" Icheb said as he walked over to Helm control, "Azan, try and dodge them as long as possible, and the second you see an opening go to warp, I'll try and figure out a way to communicate with them." Icheb started to walk over to Ops, but stopped in front of the captain's chair, :something isn't right here, the three of them shouldn't be here, and I shouldn't be the captain: "Computer, locate Captain Janeway" Icheb said in a confused tone of voice. # Captain Janeway is not aboard the ship # the computer replied, but not in it's normal voice, this was a different one, one that Icheb recognized right away. "That voice, it's the collectives" Icheb said fearfully, he quickly turned around to ask Rebi about it, but there was no one there, Rebi had vanished, not only that, but Azan and Mezoti were also gone.:I'm alone, where is everyone? Huh? The humming, it's stopped.: Icheb turned towards the view screen, nothing but stars were there now, and an eerie silence fell over the ship. Suddenly the turbo lift doors opened and what stepped out filled Icheb with terror, but there was something else, a presence he felt, and then she emerged from the turbo lift, the Borg Queen. ********************************************************************** From: GeoHard@aol.com Date: Fri Jan 26, 2001 8:39pm Subject: O'Brian Post Ann O'Brian had a saying, "If two people are talking one should shut up, cause neither is listening. If three people are talking ignore them, they aren't even listening to themselves". With at least six people talking on the Defiant bridge at once Mrs. O'Brian/s little boy decided to heed her advice and turned back to his engineering station with a chuckle. There were certainly individuals who knew more about spatial anomalies like this nexus than O'Brian, and Bashir may have to supply some answers about those hallucinations, but that would be later. Right now there was something that didn't feel right about the Defiant and no one was better suited to solve that problem than O'Brian was. Ens. Harry, "Harry Kim, USS Voyager" Introduced himself formally at the same time he introduced Belanna Torrres. Voyager? Weren't they lost in the badlands years ago? Rumor said they'd been stranded in the Delta Quadrant. Their appearance certainly raised more questions than they answered. O'Brian was about to ask how they had gotten here when Quark approached him trying to peddle some trinket or another. O'Brian paid him little attention lost for a moment in though until Quark slapped something on his neck and the universe started to shift again. O'Brian was not about to give himself over to fantasy again he grabbed the sensor off his neck with one hand and Quarks throat with the other. Holding the sensor up to Quarks with just enough pressure so that it indented his skin O'Brian spoke in an icy voice. "Unless you want this attached permanently to the inside of you lobe, Stay Away FROM ME!" his voice gaining volume until as he pushed Quark back he was shouting. Conversation on the bridge stopped and slightly chagrined O'Brian addressed his Captain. "Cpt. Sisko, we seem to be stabilized a bit and I think we can hold our own with just impulse engines". Sisko looked to the helm Officer who nodded in agreement, "Very well" said Sisko "do what you need to, but be ready to break us out of here if we need to". "I don't think that's possible," said Belanna. "And you are? Questioned O'Brian "Chief Engineer, Voyager, If the Nexus is holding Voyager with all her power I doubt this little ship can break free" "Ah, well maybe we can and maybe we can't. This little ship was built to go toe to toe with the Dominion, and has the best power ratio in the fleet. But, if you've kept Voyager running for this many years without any replacement parts, I'm sure you'll have a couple ideas" Why don't you link that station there?" Happily engaged in techno babble with the Klingon engineer O'Brian almost forgot his other idea until he saw Ens. Kim smiling at a suddenly useful Belanna. "Ens. Kim, with the Captains permission I'd like you to pull up whatever you can find on Lor from the computer. I know his brother Data's complete schematics are on file. I think the Captain would like to know what he's dealing with". ******************************************************************************** From: Runic47@aol.com Date: Sun Jan 28, 2001 1:28pm Subject: Weleys idea Wesley stands on the bridge and listens to all the talk ofreal and not real and shadows. He sighs to himself then speaks to everyone. “Everyone Listen.†He says slightly loader then his normalvoice. “Mr. Barcley maybe right and that He and I are the only people here.Then again he could be wrong. Right nowall we know is that we all feel like real people and that are thoughts canbecome real. That is both good and bad.†He looks for Tuvak then says toJaneway. “Captain I have a suggestion. Tuvak is Vulcan and knows medations andsuch to help control his thoughts and emotions. It might be a good idea for himand other aboard who can control thier thoughts and emotions to a great degreeto give some listens to everyone and quickly. It will not be the best but itwill help control what could happen.†“Also I will now go back to theother ship where Harry Kim is. I told him I would bring back data pads of theevents that happen to us while we were trapped by the Q. Speaking of whom Youshall have little trouble with them anymore.†He looks at the cats and smiles.“And just in case deside for some reason to cause or not as the Grays aresoppose too you may want to think again.†With a blue flash he is gone. He appears before Sisko. “Sorrycaptain I did not mean to startle you.†He turns to Harry Kim and hands himabout 10 Data Padds and smiles. “This in the complete version, from day onetill now. The crew is fine as is the ship.†“Barcley is over there now andclaims to be a real person as I am and that the rest of you are shadows of yourreal selves. I not sure myself. I have information about this place that I amnot sure where it came from, for now I will keep it to myself. Anyway everyonemust strat to control there thoughts and emotions for both good and bad canhappen. The commander was trambled by a white buffolo during areal dream quest.He is find but he could be dead if not for others.†“What do wish to dofrist captian?†************************************************************** From: Fran Catrair Date: Sun Jan 28, 2001 10:52pm Subject: The Illusion of Another B'Elanna was happy to see Harry Kim. ::Finally, a 'friendly' face!:: she mused. She was grateful for his quick briefing of who was who and what was going on. She was ever mindful of his still youthful exuberance when he spoke of food. It mildly surprised her when he disappeared, but she remembered her brief movings. ::All too familiar. I don't want to be back on that Barge again.:: she thought. ::Oops, that's what happened last time. I've GOT to think of something else!:: she frantically thought. Shaking her head, she remembered Harry introducing her to O'Brien. She took a step foward and looked at what he was doing. "I find this 'shadow' idea to be very difficult to believe." she stated. ::I feel real. The places I have been to are real. How can this be?:: she thought. "I believe in what I can see...in what my instruments tell me." she stated firmly. "I will take you up on your offer of working at your science station, Mr. O'Brien. Thank you." she concluded. Maybe, just maybe, she could think of a scientific explanation for all of this. As she was calibrating her readings, she had a sick feeling come over her. This was not good. She felt a sudden connection. One so strong, she felt overwhelmed. She could feel another being's thoughts. ::What the h#ll?:: she thought. ::I'm not Betazed. I'm not Vulcan like Tuvok.:: But the thoughts were there. Someone was calling out to her... wanting her help. And she felt herself powerless to deny it. Steeling her resolve, she knew what she had to do. Meanwhile, back on the real Voyager: B'Elanna woke up and found herself lying on the floor of Engineering. ::What in the world was that?:: B'Elanna wondered. Hitting her combadge, she called out, =^= Torres to the Bridge=^= Got back a cool response, =^=Tuvok here. What's going on down there?=^= =^=Funny, I was about to ask you the same question, Tuvok. Hold on, I'll be right there. Torres out.=^= Satisfied, B'Elanna looked around and spotted Ensign Vorik. "Vorik, I want you to run a full diagnostic. See how this 'ribbon' has affected our systems." "But we just completed a Level 3 diagnostic, Lieutenant.", Vorik answered. "I don't care about that, Vorik! That was BEFORE this blasted ribbon hit us. I want you to run the diagnostic and inform me of your results. I'll be on the Bridge if you need me." With that, B'Elanna left Engineering and headed for the Bridge. --------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : B'Elanna hard at work at a console. Image : B'Elanna in a foggy hallway. *animated gif* Spinning rank pips.. Lieutenant's. ********************************************************** From: "Amiee Jo Fielder" Date: Sun Jan 28, 2001 11:52pm Subject: The simple things Janeway sat on the bridge, watching the goings on around her. :: Take a vacation?" she thought to herself. An interesting idea. Janeway lovingly sipped the REAL coffee Barklay had given her. :: Who needs a vacation when I have this?:: Kathryn chuckled quietly to herself. "Thank you very much Mr. Barklay, this is a real treat." The captain looked at the young girl sitting in her lap. "You want to go on a field trip Naomi? Where would you like to go on a field trip to?. I have an idea, why don't I finish some of this "captain's work" and then, I'll pick you up and we can spend some time on the halodeck in a program of your choice." Kathryn stood up, placing the child on the ground. Naomi nodded her head and wandered elsewhere on the bridge. Suddenly there she was,, in her program New Paradise with her bath drawn and waiting. :: Well that was easy.:: She immediately noticed the birch bark canoe parked about waist high level.. ::Hmm.:: She walked over to it and sighed. ::Chakotay's carving projects, again? I'll have to admit. They're getting better.:: "Computer." She said to the air. "Access halodeck control parameters. Move the canoe to the beach. Two meters south of its current location.=^= The image of the canoe phased in and then out again precisely the same height it had been when it was on top of the bathtub.Two meters south. As ordered. ::Oh no!:: The canoe dropped four feet to the sand, half in and out of the water with a tremendous splash.. ::I hope I didn't crack it.:: She winced. =^=Computer. Is the canoe fascimile still intact?=^= #Affirmative.# Janeway heaved a sigh of relief. ::Thank heaven for haloimagery.:: She turned from the beach and padded her way over the grass to the tub, loosening the ties to her robe. Something glimmered at her, making her freeze and squint. ::What on earth is that?:: It was something square through the steam. "Chakotay..." she sighed ruefully, hands on hips. _________________________________________________________________ (attachments) Image : Janeway taking a bath in her tub. Image: OOC- comic strip... J- grinning at Chakotay. Comeon, Chakotay. I've got coffee rations riding on this.. Just say.. Tuvok is a babe magnet.... *animated gif* Spinning Voyager title logo in red and gold. ******************************************************************* From : "Cory Anda" Subject: The Ways of the Wind .. Date: Mon Jan 29, 2001 01:52am Barclay began to smile. ::A vacation, huh? To me, this IS one..:: he grinned to himself watching everyone on the bridge gathered together in quiet groups to discuss everything that had happened so far. Janeway had the right idea. She just had to listen to her first officer's words to be convinced. Barclay saw the captain turn to leave to go somewhere towards the upper deck. Reg worked through his nervousness with an effort. "Captain, one more thing. Could I.. uh,.. walk about the ship and ,..uh,, meet everyone? I- I mean to finally be on Voyager, even a shadow Voyager is..." he gave a quaint showy bow. Kathryn held up a hand with a slight smile and dipped her head fractionally, amused, then followed up with an indication wave toward the turbolift. Barclay was an over eager puppy, "Th-Thank you. You see, the specs don't do this ship justice or the records about the personalities of the crew.. I-I'd like to learn how they really are . Those holosimms I used to send you with my holoimage matrix pale against all this.. Thankyouverymuch." He did not notice the captain speak quietly to Naomi, sending the little child off her lap and then Janeway disappearing off the bridge to somewhere else a few moments later. He departed, pleased at his not making an embarrassing scene by babbling too much. Reg headed for the empty mess and rooted around Neelix's kitchen and all the abandoned bowls of foodstuffs and plates of delicacies still laid out for the lunch that was ignored by all since the Nexus's arrival. ::I can't believe people complain about these meals.. I mean, this food came from the Delta Quadrant! From places I'll never see in a lifetime of traveling!:: Barclay served himself up a few of the serving dishes and a towel and set out a feast for himself .. He made it a production in front of the replicator when he planned out his first drink order from Voyager's menu matrix. He and Deanna had laughingly discussed what Reg would finally order from her replicators when Voyager got home and they both agreed that his choice he finally chose was the right one. Barclay tapped his real combadge, which, of course, was already linked into the shadow Voyager's comm system. "Computer, one ice cold, old fashioned, A&W Root Beer float with whipped cream." The deep remat hum sounded more resonant than the holosimulation's had to Barclay's ears and the glass felt far heavier a few seconds later. He held it out reverently in front of him never taking his eyes off the sundae. He spent a space of a minute arranging fork, silver napkin and items just so and then he took his first spoonful of the float.. He closed his eyes.. and sighed.. He was home... "Here's to you, Deanna. Who stuck by me when no one else would and to all those stodgy admirals who saw my Pathfinder project finally cross the void to reach this lonely ship." He dug in heartily and ate like he hadn't for months. Then he rearranged a few details like he always did in his Voyager programs.. =^= Computer. =^= It bleeped reassuringly to him. =^=Please have commissary prepare quarters for me on Deck Six subsection Alpha to the following specifications, ..." and he began to list off environmental settings, bunk sheets, pillows and the final thing at last.. His single paper copy of A Wrinkle In Time by Madam L'Engle. That would go on a center table that was absolutely identical to the one all officers had in their cabins. A spot light was ordered for the book on the stand. ::After all, reading THAT children's book was my inspiration for Pathfinder..:: He cleaned up tidily for Neelix, knowing the kitchen by heart and thoughtfully ended the lights in the mess when he left. ::I know exactly what I am going to do next.. take a nap in my "real" quarters. Then, afterwards, it'll be fun to be the social butterfly and meet all of the crew so I can get to see them face to face how they really are...I don't want to miss a single detail of these crewmen I know so well.:: He got to his "quarters" and the door opened at his touch and personal code.. He surveyed "his" space proudly. It was just like the holosimulation of his dream cabin on the holoVoyager, only the thrum through the carpeting was authentic and the smells of upholstery truer to life. He sighed,.. flopping down gratefully onto the bed. ::They can have their Nexus dreams and unreality. This ship is the only place I've ever wanted to be and this is as close as I'm going to get ....today. I'll just stretch out here for a few m--....Zzzzzzzz...." Barclay was asleep in moments, the silver sheet tucked under his chin, smiling like a newborn babe. Out his window.. the Nexus created stars and blackness for him which twinkled overhead. ----------------------------------------------------------- Chakotay was home, in the mountains of the colony on his grandfather's land in the family sacred grove. His heart was at peace because he had come back to re-live and re-do the night before he left for the Badlands rendevous with his new Maquis raider ship, the Liberty. Leaving his grandfather hastily then, was a decision he later regretted. He had said a terse goodbye to Necomah without sharing the traditional meal expected for such a full moon night, spouting excuses about catching the last shuttle out of the solar system. Chakotay had said he would return for the next full moon of the month. But he really stayed away for weeks, then months and finally years until the day came when he heard from his family that Necomah had gone on to the Great Beyond. The holovid reports were given to Chakotay. They told of his being taken by an unknown lifeform out on a remote world where he had been story telling to young ones. Necomah's body was never found. ::Only now, I won't let that fatal oversight happen again. I am here with my grandfather and I will be here for EVERY full moon to hear his stories and be the grandson I never was to him then..:: It was from Necomah that Chakotay had learned soul touching story telling and the rich heritage he never learned from his own father. He smiled and accepted the pipe from Necomah remembering to raise it to the stars in prayer first. Curls of blue smoke drifted into the darkness of the treetops.. "So,.. Chakotay.." Necomah winked through his wrinkles and snowy tresses in a clipped soft, Indian accent, "Do you think she'll find it?" Chakotay hadn't even bothered to change his starfleet uniform and he subconsciously looked down at his combadge that could link with the one to whom they were referring. He smiled quietly and studied the bark he was peeling in his hands. "It's hard to say. I left the datapadd in the canoe on top of Kathryn's bathtub in New Paradise where she's bound to find it. I worked for weeks thinking what to say and how to say it right according to our custom. I think I've "told the tale" well grandfather. Now, all I can do is wait." he tossed the bark chip into the fire and watched the sparks float up in its wake. Necomah laughed in his gravelly voice behind a veil of pipe smoke. "If I know women like I know these woods. Kathryn'll be in that place anytime now for that bath.. Women like their water.. Especially hot, steaming water. Lay your doubts to rest, Chakotay. Be patient. ...We've all night." Chkotay didn't know how to feel about that. There was a sudden noise from the forest making both men look up. Lore disturbed them then and came into the ring of the firelight. Necomah looked up as he heard himself addressed. He waved Chakotay's suddenly gripped use of a log as a club in disgust. "There are no enemies on tribal lands, Chakotay. Put it away." Necomah turned to Lore and gestured impatiently for him to join them on the blanket. "Come forth, stranger and be a friend.. I am this man's grandfather by blood. Come tell me about yourself, mechanical man..and I will share with you whatever I know about what you seek.." Chakotay looked once again like a Maquis commander for long moments. He didn't like this tactless stranger. But at Necomah's words, he relaxed. ::What grandfather wishes.. is what I wish.:: He offered simple fish and cooked tubers on a leaf to the android, "This should have amino acids compatible to your servo fluids..and we've water.. Take what you need, it is our custom..I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," he began. He broke off as Necomah voiced the name of the strange manmade being in front of him..before his own ears heard it first. "Lore..." Chakotay blinked and stopped his chewing, "How did you know that, grandfather?" Necomah's eyes twinkled..and he took Lore's offering handshake of greeting. "From the Crystalline Entity which came to all of us when you were away, son of my son. This one is the one responsible for my going from this life.." A bright flare of surprising anger and a twist of sudden hate made Chakotay clench his jaw.. "That horrible entity took you? At the orders of this man?!" He froze, controlling his hostility. He could not react as he wished on sacred land, the eternal truce pact held him tightly. ::I should deactivate him for killing Necomah..:: He shouted aloud instead into Lore's pale face. "You cost me my deepest tie to my bloodline!" Lore did not blink, nor did he move. Then Necomah laughed..shocking Chakotay. "Believe it or not, I am grateful to you, android.. for instilling in my grandson this fighting instinct." He waved a gnarled hand at Chakotay who stared at it dumbly, not cooling right away. Necomah nodded with conviction, " It has no doubt saved his life long enough for him to find her,.. "The one that matters.." Lore tipped a quizzical look. Chakotay glanced away feeling uncomfortable with the line of conversation.. "Leave her out of it." he whispered. "She is to be my life long Seconah, nothing more.. Kathryn and I have ruled out the other path." Necomah angled his head, releasing Lore's hand, "So you say.." he grunted, wide eyed."The spirit guides don't agree with that one, Chakotay.." "Which is why I'll come halfway.. to please them and you.." came his hasty reply. There was the sound of a hunting owl in the night and Chakotay's combadge twittered just once. Necomah pointed to his grandson's shiny badge.. "She is come to your special place, Chakotay... If she is truly yours, that which is ordained will come to pass. " Necomah sang a while in an old language to the fire. Then he regarded Lore's yellow eyes seriously.. "Android, you want to learn about being alive? There is no greater lesson I could teach you then what is to happen now.. to my grandson and his chosen Seconah..." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kathryn Janeway stood with the silent datapadd in her hand, the towel at her shoulder over her robe forgotten. It had been a simple matter to reprogram the emitters to move Chakotay's carved gift canoe off her tub. But this, had remained. Suspended in the air from its place where the canoe seat had been. ::What on Earth..?:: she thought, and had plucked it from where the datapadd hung. She looked about, but no one was there. She sat down upon the picnic table bench without looking and switched on the padd. It was in simple text. ::It's one of Chakotay's stories. But this one is new..:: Janeway thought. An unidentified sensation coursed through her as that fact soaked in. She turned off the streaming tap to read by the starlight. She didn't even know she was holding her breath. "Achooyemoya. We are far from the lands of our people, Far from our homes. So listen to this one who speaks now in this place under these stars and be witness to my tale. It has come to pass that two great warriors of two separate nations finally learned to work together as one on a long arduous journey back to the land of their people. It was after a great battle, where the two leaders had conquered a traitor of their own blood. The clan plaque had fallen and been replaced back into its place of honor by their joined hands. Their common traitor was dead, the suppressed people had been allowed to carry vengeance upon the one called Ransom. It was then that the one who ruled at her side promised to council her ways and obey her needs from his heart to preserve the forged unity of their two peoples. They each pledged to never again disagree how to rule their people. For a time, their bond was no more than that. A year past and still he had had no sons and she no daughters, for there never could be..for the two to always lead well. Then he had learned her ways and customs and laws fully. Now, it was time for him to teach her, for him to choose a Seconah in lieu of the spouse and children denied him. In a line from father to daughter, from friend to friend the sacred tellings and teachings would carry on the bloodline and keep alive the meaning of the mark on his temple. She would learn the ways of his people so that those ways would never fade over time. She would be kin of the same house, the same blood...by choice." Kathryn set down the padd, putting a hand to her mouth, and exhaled with deep emotion. ::He's asking me to become a bonded sister to him... Chakotay wants to teach me his family customs and all of his stories in the old way.:: She read further, reading between the lines, ::For years,... for years, certainly,..:: Kathryn then realized, "..he's wanted me to be the only one to carry on these traditions, to share them with my OWN family, eventually.." She stood in the grass, feeling the temperature of her bath.. without knowing if it suited her yet. ::His own father and grandfather are dead, and with no child of his own, he has no one else to turn to to continue the bloodline bond,... Except me..:: She sat down on the tub's edge, wrapping the silk robe more tightly about herself against the night chill. ::And now, he's asking me to consider being his family's next Storyteller?...:: she thought incredulously.. "I think I'm going to need a good long soak to think about that one.." She set the robe aside and got into the steaming waters, stretching out so the water's surface was up to her neck. She sighed in luxury.. A small tool made for deep genetic dermal work materialized on the bath's edge when she reached for the soap bar. She picked it up the slender silver cylinder and looked at the bluish image manifesting on its bioscreen. It was Chakotay's tattoo, glowing there, only smaller, made in a downsized design that one could keep private, with a sleeve or lock of hair. Janeway's eyes filled at the sight. Her decision, to become his bond sister would be final, then, with any mark she would take on her skin. Kathryn sat for long moments, deeply moved. Then she tapped her combadge perched on a rock within her reach. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Music : An Indian flute piece. Image: Redtailed hawk, that led Lor to Chakotay. Gif : An Indian feather. Image : Janeway taking Chakotay's offer in a hand pledge grasp. Bar gif : And indian design divider. Image : Chakotay accepting a handclasp from Kathryn. Gif : Chakotay's River stone, the Chamoosee symbol on it. ************************************************************************* END WEEK THREE RECAP 01-29-01 (voyagerliveaction@egroups.com) WEEK FOUR RECAP 01-31-01 {voyagerliveaction@egroups.com} ****************************************************************** From: "robert catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] back to work Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2001 00:38:41 -0000 As worf is trying to accept the information he had receive from the scans he had read,he is walking the station to fine capt. sisko (or commander if you want). Worf walk by the bar own by Quark he hears the normal cheers coming out of there. as he enters the turbo-lift to go down, he is back in his room on the defiant. As he leaves his room and head to the command deck,Worf feels something wrong. As he enter the command deck he observe people on and around the deck he does't know "Capt. who or what is going on" he ask "what are you doing at my post?" as he look at harry. while waiting for the answer from harry, he look at the screen and then it comes back to him. :the ribbon: worf is thinking to himself. :how do I go from D.S.9 to the Defiant and back.: while he trying to discover the truth he started to have pain in his head the the floor rushes up to worf. When Worf was able to get his feet under himself the memories are still there,while lifting off the floor he listen into the multiple of conversation going on on the command deck the ribbon and shadow people are the word that stuck out to him.Fully back on his feet he approach another klingon or what appear to be klingon. "hello I am LT. Commander worf of the federation star ship Defiant" Worf said to the lady. "what happen to the individual that was at the science station?" he ask her. ****************************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: Ice cream Dreams. Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 18:30:49 -0000 Lon Suder relaxed as he had been taught to in order to enter a meditative state. ::This might be similar to how Commander Chakotay does his spirit guide experience.:: he mused. As he knelt on the floor of the currently deactivated but occupied holodeck, Lon focused within himself going deeper. He ignored the pulsations of the ship around him. He forget the floor he sat on and the clothes he was wearing. Subtle thoughts crept up around his consciousness and he took notice of them, then he let them go. He slowly lost the belief of where he was. He imagined that he was on a park bench near one of the many popular museums on Betazed. He saw many people around him on a clear, blue sunny day with picnic baskets filled with Betazed and other kinds of delicacies. As he "searched" he slowly saw things change around him. He opened his eyes and for a moment was totally amazed. Everywhere he looked he felt that he was actually on Betazed. The trees, the grass, and the sun which warmed more than his face. He rose to his feet and noticed that his clothing had altered according to the memories he had of this place. In a reminiscent mood, he walked slowly across the park to the Detoran Art Museum. Soon, he walked the familiar halls within the building and saw the tour guides and their charges flowing through the area in order to enlighten the artistically ignorant masses. Suder smiled as they passed one object in particular. It was as he remembered it. It was still resting on its pedestal on its red velvet pillow. ::What was that name of this? Ah, yes... That chamber pot. The Sacred Chalice of Rixx.:: Suder remembered being on such a tour with his parents. They had to drag the rebellious young man through the edifice of boredom. ::I remember the time I was shown this then.:: And the looks on the faces around him. Reverence. Respect. Even awe to a degree.. Then, he had taken a lesson reading a book on early Earth history. ::And this is how I learned the true purpose of this sacred object. The Betazeds still have no idea of what its function truly was..:: He decided that he had enough touching base with his past. He turned to leave when something glimmered in the corner of his eye. Its movement attracted his attention. Lon turned again and it was gone like the will o the wisp. Frowning, he turned to exit the building. A Betazed child came through the revolving doors without looking where she was going. She had a balloon in one hand and a JamJuk cone in the other. And she didn't see Lon Suder standing there. She ran smack into him, cone and all. Lon looked down at his now ruined outfit, frowning even deeper. ::I was never that young or clumsy..:: The ensign closed his eyes and tried to envision clean clothes. He opened his eyes and saw that nothing happened. ::Now what am I going to do?:: He opened another set of "eyes" leaving his trance, he was back again on the empty holodeck. He could still smell the pungent aroma of the Jumjak on him. ::I can't seem to get rid of this on own. Ah, I know just the place.:: Realizing exactly where he needed to go, Lon imagined a door on the side of the holodeck and one appeared before him. He went through it. And there he was. Suder was surprised to not only see a Cardassian working on what appeared to be a Starfleet uniform, he saw Jadzia. He approached the young woman and said, "Where's the wedding?" He noticed her problem, "Oh. So you can't conjure up clothing either." He then ignored her and turned to Garak. "Mind making one of those for me?" Suder noticed on the wall a take a number sign. He pulled a number down and looked at it. It said, 5461. The illuminated display above Garak's work counter that said, Now serving, Number 1. "I don't suppose that's you" he said to Jadzia. "I guess I am going to be here a little while. " Lon saw her shrug. Looking at Garak's shirt, Suder saw remnants of a recently tossed drink. He looked down on his own stain. "On the other hand, maybe we could start a fashion trend.. Food De Art.. and be done with it." --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Lon Suder in a mind meld looking in pain. ******************************************************************* From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: It's all in what you say and how you say it~~ Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 19:02:24 -0000 ~"Ens. Kim, with the Captains permission I'd like you to pull up ~whatever you can find on Lor from the computer. I know his brother ~Data's ~complete schematics are on file. I think the Captain would ~like to know what ~he's dealing with". {This from O'Brien} "Ahh!" Harry said as his rear plunked down onto the deck. "My chair!!" The steaming lobster and crab naturally, followed into his lap off his tipped platter.. "AHHH! My *****!!" and he frantically brushed the burning food off his sensitive areas. "Chief, I guess you Nexus wish that everyone should be working,.. well, if that's the case. Ensign Harry Kim, reporting BACK for duty." He threw Torres a look, "You saw me go.. Why didn't you stop O'Brien from calling me back. I guess rank DOES have its privileges even inside the Nexus. I couldn't stop being dragged back here." his indignation turned to pain as he felt his awkward burns. Then he realized what he was doing in front of the whole bridge crew. Kim recalled where his own hands were and he didn't care. " I've been scalded." Kim stood, grabbing a medical kit and getting out a dermal regenerator.. "Excuse me while I fix a few things. I'll be right with all of you." An Irish Setter burst into being and happily lapped up the leavings, crunching up the now cooling seafood. "Molly!! No!! That's mine!!" But his discomfort got in the way of his retrieving his meal. He forgot the dog and decided to take steps to preserve his modesty in front of a smiling Torres and others who were now watching him or the odd red dog in their midst. Kim abruptly turned his back to the amused B'Elanna and the confused Chief so they couldn't see him heal his burned parts. Kim sought to figure out things while leaning over to attend to himself. ::So, other people can enter your dreams and drag you back to whereever they are..:: Harry thought. ::Might be a useful trick later on.:: Moments later, he tossed the tool over his shoulder, trying to look nonchalant but his face was red with embarrassement. "Ok, Chief, Where were we? I think I've managed to...save....everything-g.. And about the food.. I'm sure I can pick up all these legs and tails, and heat them up for dinner later after we're through.. Now what was that I heard before I was yanked back here? Oh, yes.. Find and track down all information relevant to Lor. Yes, sir... Aye sir.." He tried to look cool, running fingers through his mussed hair and he found a seaweed hunk there. He plucked it off. Kim swiped a crab that had fallen on his terminal off of it and Molly neatly intercepted the morsel before it could hit the ground. Harry got to work. "Yes, Chief,...Lieutenant.." he deferred to Torres and O'Brien. "Uh.. I have the information here.. Lor is definitely the prototype which preceded a one Commander Data who served on board the Enterprise D, under Captain Picard. His creator Noonian Soong, had a few glitches with him along the way that, apparently, he didn't know about. On several occasions, Lor was responsible for deaths on that ship due to his many design flaws. He called the crystalline entity down to try and destroy the Enterprise. And, there's one account here where Lor attacked Soong and fled, reacting to a malfunctioning emotion chip meant for Data. Soong later died as a result of his injuries." Kim frowned. "This doesn't sound like the Lor who was just here, Chief. Quite the opposite. Maybe Lor's used the Nexus to cure himself of his insanity. He did say that he has a new emotion chip that is now the right one..." Harry looked up from his terminal to find that only Torres heard his report. O'Brien was nose to nose with Quark, who was up to something once again. Kim watched Miles pluck off what looked like a dream inhibitor and then throw the Ferengi across the deck, ordering him to stay away from him in a loud ruckus. Harry threw up his hands. "Now I know why I didn't sign up to be in engineering, especially where an Irishman commanded. Too hot headed.." Kim caught Torres ironic look concerning that observation. "Well, umm you are different. I- I- I mean. There's human hot headed.. and and Klingon hot headed. And Tom's told me how I am supposed to handle you...so. no sweat.." Kim bit a knuckle. ::Oh.. Ankle in mouth up to the knee. Now why did I say that??! Guess I'm still a little hungry.:: Torres eyes lost their amusement and began to swell. She seemed to focus inward, searching for Tom's whereabouts. Then Worf was suddenly there and demanding Kim as to why he was manning Worf's station. Then Worf's eyes were pulled away toward Torres, naturally. And their eyes locked. Harry retreated to Defiant's command deck to redeliver his report to Sisko and again to the Chief using the two Klingons' daze stare to melt into the background. ~"hello I am LT. Commander worf of the federation star ship Defiant" ~Worf said ~to the lady. "what happen to the individual that was at the science station?" ~he ask her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quark wheezed a little from his place on the floor, pulling his collar away from his throat so he could get to the air around him. "Heh.. loud and c-clear , Chief. Although just words would've sufficed." Quark watched the Chief listen to Harry Kim give his report on Lor once again and he decided to mosey on. "I'll just take my wares elsewhere.." he shrugged to Torres and those watching him. "Can't blame a guy for trying.. " He spat his next words loud enought so the Chief could hear him.. "I was trying to HELP YOU.. BLOCK the Nexus effects buddy.. Believe me... I WON'T try again!!! I'll let you see if your absent doctor can do any better. I don't see Bashir around here anywhere. Se La Vie!!" He snapped his fingers and was elsewhere. He was in Garak's shop on the holodeck on Voyager. He goggled at Jadzia's pristine skinful beauty.. "Now this..." the Ferengi drooled lecherously, "..is more like it.." Quark flopped down into a chair and grabbed a Nexus created sherry glass and just took in the whole scene between tailor and customer and applauded when Jadzia let loose her mug of Raktajeno into Garak's face for inpropriety. He began to laugh uproariously when Lon Suder showed up in a matching soiled tunic looking for a new one. ::A Trill, A Cardassian and a Betazed.. Better than a soap opera on Rom's holovid..:: --------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image er.. spoof.. Of the X-files saying "No s@x files, Trekkers here" in the style of the X-Files videos with Mulgrew as Muldahr and Beltran as the mysterious silohuette. Image : Harry playing Kaltoh Gif : Creation Entertainment logo Gif : Paramount logo. Image : Someone's scanned photo of the Deep Space Nine cast leering at the camera out of character while in makeup. Interesting photo. ************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: The Gathering....TANDEM POST Date: Sun, 04 Feb 2001 01:20:06 +0400 From : "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: The Gathering.... Date: Feb 02 Sat 13:13:46 -0000 TANDEM post between 'Patti Keiper' AND 'Cassidy Meyers' < killandshandrarey@hotmail.com > VIA Secbot OVERSEAS link SECBOT888****Co-Link established 10:17:33GMTUSA***TERMINATED 12:41:26 02-03-01GMTUSA Garak blinked a few times at the tiny human child's disappearance. "That's one way to drum up some business. I don't think I've ever had an order for fairytale gowns. My dear," he said watching Jadzia finishing putting on her pips and communicator pin onto her new science blue uniform. "I have that human child's sizing already.. got the information the minute I laid eyes on her.. What do you think she might like for design? Usually, I draw upon a client's personality. But that Naomi came and went so fast, I haven't a sliver of impressions yet." Jadzia grinned and went over to the fabric catalogues and began leafing through them.. "You've quite the inventory here.. Catellian glow silk, Eldeberan Silver Flow,..Cashmere.. hmmmmm.." The Trill thought, actually having fun with "shopping" for a child again. She felt Quark and Lon get curious about what she was doing and they looked over her shoulder at the book. "There!" Jadzia said, stabbing a finger down on a page, "This is the fabric.. Mood Caftkan.. Changes color with the mood of the wearer... rainbow iridescent, soft.. Perfect.." she beamed at Garak the tailor. She ripped the material swathe out of the catalog and beamed. "Make this into the design in your crafty little mind Garak. I see you already have one.. Your forehead scales wrinkle when you have a good idea..." Garak flinched as the page ripped,.."Don't worry.. I can always wish up a new catalog..." he said sardonically. "And yes... I have a fashion in mind... I read up once Mudd's women.. A divine group of feminine forms to say the least.. They even got through to Kirk with their dresses.." Jadzia glared reprovingly.. Garak put up innocent hands, "All right. All right.. I'll tone down the sensuality quotient.. You warmbloods seem to think that the alluring charms of love seeking should only come after one comes of age.. Strange concept.. But I'll abide by this one.. Ahh..." the Cardassian sighed.. "Now here is a design the girl might enjoy.. It's from a human tale called.. The Crusades..." garak ripped down some golden chains from the wall behind him made of a fine link. "I need to make some mail to go with the outfit.. Tell me all, have you ever heard of one named.. Joan of Arc?" Jadzia began to smile, "That's more like it Garak.. I think Naomi's new gown will be just stunning with this Mood CaftKan..." At her touch, the silk turned neon yellow at her pleased mood. Lon felt the material and the silk turned metallic blue black under his fingers, ::I am feeling doubt:: the Betazed wondered. Garak swept up the chain links and the silk and said grandly, "Shoo!! Out all.. I've work to do.." The Mood Caftkan turned water clear in Garak's hands, Unreadable.. And Jadzia marvelled yet again at the levels with which Garak kept himself from others. "Give a shout when its done and I'll fetch Naomi for a fitting Garak.." Then the Voyager gave a little shudder even from where they all were in the holodeck. ::What was that?:: Jadzia thought. She felt her Pah Wraith symbiont react. #This place has thought transference matter transmutation properties.. I believe someone just converged several starships into one by their bridges.# Dovin-Kah remarked. Jadzia spoke again, aloud, "Where are we now?" she asked the symbiont. Garak and Lon and Quark all answered together.."In my humble establishment." "That might be difficult to explain..." "In a holodeck." Jadzia shook her head, placing a hand at her stomach."I wasn't talking to you gentleman.." She smiled. "It seems that all of our ships are now joined.. by all of our bridges and DS9's Ops station. I am going to take a look. Care to come? Now maybe we'll see just how many of us are in this Nexus Ribbon..." She felt Quark and Lon fall into line.. Garak.. as usual, stayed in his own little world, quite content to live out his heaven of tailoring Naomi's new play dress. Jadzia's stomach rumbled... "ooo, I'm getting hungry.. Don't know when the last time I ate was..." #Too long from what I sense inside your body..# Dovin-Kah chuckled.. #But isn't that seafood I smell through your nose?# Jadzia sniffed.."So it is.. Detour boys.." she said to Lon and Quark following her. "Follow me..." -------------------------------------------------------------------- Jadzia, Quark and Lon landed in Neelix's Tahiti.. Naomi was there with Quark and Kes over a steaming kettle of delectables. Flaming torches kept out the warm nighttime darkness of the beach and the bonfire was warming.. She saw Quark and Lon angle over to the flames and the banquet set out before it on long bamboo tables. Jadzia felt a wave of dizziness she couldn't explain and Neelix and Kes suddenly were there, lowering her into a chaise lounge chair.. "Hey,..." Neelix cried out, "You just set yourself down right there Ma'am.. Whatever it is, we'll set it to rights. Kes here's been working with an emergency medical hologram on Voyager. And no doubt she'll figure things out in a moment.." Kes smiled at Jadzia.."Hello.. I'm Kes..an Ocampan, and Neelix a Talaxian.." she suddenly had a medical tricorder with her and she began scanning Jadzia carefully. "I've never seen your species before.. Are you from the Alpha Quadrant?" Jadzia closed her eyes, "I'm fine really, I think I'm just hungry. You see..my real symbiont, Dax was taken from me and now..I have a new..." The Trill saw Lon study her from the fire and was struck with a need to keep Dovin-Kah's true nature a secret. "...adjustment to make now that he is gone.." she finished. Kes was intent on her readings, "You are a joined Trill? I am only detecting one heartbeat.." Jadzia stroked her stomach thoughtfully, ::Wormhole entities do have no bodies.:: "Every Trill is different in my race.." she deflected. Kes nodded, studying her readings of Jadzia." and yes, I think you're right.. Your blood sugar is low.. Food will correct the problem.." she closed her tricorder and it disappeared into thin air.. Naomi had noticed Jadzia's near faint and had come by with a tall drink of coconut juice and a bowl of pineapple rice and roasted cod for her as soon as she heard Kes decide what Jadzia's difficulty was.. Kes grinned, rubbing Naomi's hair affectionately.."Thanks loves, this will make her better very quickly.." She took the food and liquid and handed it over to Jadzia who began to eat hungrily. Naomi plunked down in the sand with a questioning look at Kes. Kes spoke to all of them. "Naomi Wildman and I were just talking about the ribbon and what it's true purpose might be.." Neelix sat down next to Jadzia, handing the Trill a cloth napkin and a food tray. "Tricky business , heh , heh, heh,.. But not as long as you keep positive thoughts and memories.. eh Sweetings.. like this wonderful Earth Island,, Tahiti.. Even better than my kitchen..but I wonder where our affiable Mr. Kim went off to.. He was hardly two bites into his meal when he disappeared.. hmmm." Kes beamed, "I'm sure he'll turn up. He's figured out how to stay safe and nightmare free in this Nexus, like we all have here..." she indicated, watching Lon and Quark join their little huddle around Jadzia on chairs of their own.. They were interested in the conversation now that they had explored the banquet and the beachfire.. "I have my own thoughts about this place.. and why it is malleable to all of our thoughts and desires. I believe.. the Nexus is a created thing, its purpose lost.. I believe it is a conduit from another dimension.. Only in our galaxy and universe, it has the side effect of creating shadows to those whose ships are captured in its matrix as it journeys.. I am in control of its flight now... And have stopped it for the time being.. We are in Captain Janeway's home system, Sol III. Over Jupiter. I will not allow any more Earth vessels to be caught.." Neelix frowned uneasily.."Y-You are in communication with this ribbon?" Kes took Neelix's hand, "It is not alive, this Nexus.. No more than a shuttle is.. only this shuttle is like the inside buffers of a replicator and a transporter rolled into one.. Coherent thought is made into dreamscapes with matter we can touch and eat... and places we can go, like inside a holodeck. " she held up her coconut drink.."Quite a useful physical combination of forces if you ask me.." Jadzia finished the last bite of her food and wiped her mouth with her napkin.."Ah,, that was good. But there has been a change we need to address.. One of the people here has done us a favor... All of our home vessels, the Enterprise, the EnterpriseD, the Al-Eurien vessel the Lakul, DS9, Voyager and a Maquis Vessel, the Liberty.." "Commander Chakotay's old starship is here too?" Kes asked. "Yes,." Jadzia said. "..now only have one common bridge between them. All five spaces have been combined.. Now maybe we all can talk and see just how many shadows and real people we have with us here.. Ready to go?" Lon, Kes, Neelix, Quark all set down their empty plates nodding.. Jadzia rose to her feet. Her strength had returned.."Then let's go." Tahiti disappeared and a new place reformed around them... ------------------------------------------------------------------- It was the common bridge Dovin-Kah had told her about.. It was immense. It had elements of the two Enterprises designs, and Voyager's, and even DS9's Ops. Each area was like it had been only the outer walls were down between all the command areas.. She grinned... This ship design alterer had even thought to ring all the captain's chair's into a circle with a meeting table between them with enough chairs for dozens of officers.. "A Round Table. indeed..." Jadzia smiled. On an impulse, she asked a question to the air.. "Computer,... list all bridge officers on board this vessel..and their locations.." The mechanical voice which issued out sounded like a blend of Kirk's computer and the later versions of the three later eras of computer vocals she was used to from the Enterprises, the Deep Space Stations and Voyager's lineage.. #Captain Janeway is on holodeck one. Commander Chakotay is on Holodeck Two. Captain Sisko is on the Bridge..# Jadzia startled,, sure enough, Captain Sisko was in one of the captain's chairs surrounding the "round table" looking mildly confused as if he had just arrived.. Harry Kim whooped and made his way over to the Voyager section of the common bridge and Quark went back over to the Defiant section of the room. Jadzia listened as the list went on and then asked a further question. "Computer,.. who is on board this joined vessel..?" #Occupants of the CommonShip comprise of all people contained within the dimensional distortion classified as the Nexus Ribbon.. Three lifesigns manisfest as normal mass, Reginald Barclay, Thomas Eugene Paris and Wesley.. all others negligiable readings.. designated as Shadow status.# Neelix smiled... "Well, now we can all see and talk with each other face to face... Now that is what I called progress.... heh heh heh.." Naomi Wildman gave a squeal of glee when she saw a smaller chair child size to the right of Captain Janeway's empty chair. "I've got my own chair..!!" Kes shrugged, "After all, you ARE the captain's assistant.." she chuckled.. "Go try it out.." All watched the happy little girl in the red fairy gown try out her tiny command chair with a child sized terminal displayed next to it. They waited for all people to gather on the common bridge.. the Nexus's new common stage. Jadzia tapped her combadge and it sounded Nexus and Ships' Wide. "ALL beings within range of this message Please report to the BRIDGE.." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Happy Neelix *animated gif* Flickering campfire. Image: smiling Jadzia Image : Kes out of doors. *animated gif* Pulsing explosive sun "glob". Gif: Line of ships divider. *animated gif* Blue tracing stars of electrical energy. ************************************************************************* END WEEK FOUR RECAP 02-03-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} WEEK FIVE RECAP 02-04-01 {voyagerliveaction@egroups.com} ****************************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Date: Mon Feb 5, 2001 3:44pm Subject: Completing the jigsaw > Tom's eyes shoot open. He finds himself looking at the > ceiling, a perspective which is giving him a weird sense of > deja-vu. "What am I doing on the floor?" he asks no-one in > particular. He tries to remember... *Oh yeah, the Malons* > He slowly sits up, then realises he's on the bridge instead of > the shuttle-bay. "Captain?" he asks, confused. Tuvok looks down at the Lieutenant. "You collapsed momentarily, Mr Paris. How are you feeling?" "Er... fine I think, Tuvok". He picks himself up, then gapes at the vision of ethereal movement on the viewscreen. "What is that?" Tuvok raises an eyebrow. "It is the anomaly we ran into earlier, Lieutenant. Do you not remember?" "Anomaly?" He turns to Tuvok. He stares around the bridge. "What's going on here? I... was in shuttlebay two, working on the new shuttlecraft design. Why am I now on the bridge? If I collapsed, shouldn't I be in sickbay?" "Shuttlebay two?" Tuvok queries and ponders Tom's bewilderment regarding his surroundings. "Mr Paris, what is the current stardate?" "Stardate? What... you're kidding right?" Tuvok stiffens his posture. "Ok, ok, you're not kidding. It's 52102.8, why?" "The construction of the Delta Flyer" Tuvok says in a tone that could almost be considered surprise for the stoic vulcan. "Tuvok, you're losing me" Tom tells him. "That stardate was almost two years ago, Lieutenant. It would seem that your memory has been affected by some unknown factor, possibly related to this anomaly, however that conclusion would be conjecture at this time." Tom is stunned as only a person who's been told that their most recent recollection is two years out of date can be. "That's not... possible." "I assure you it is, Mr Paris. Feel free to check my statement with the computer." Tom does so, his heart sinking as he sees the truth. "Two years" he says quietly to himself. How much has he missed? "What's the current ship's status?" he asks, trying to get his mind off the subject. "We collided with this anomaly thirty minutes ago. Current understanding is that it is a known phenomenon called the Nexus, a place where thoughts and dreams can become a physical reality. There is also some speculation that we may not in fact be real, merely 'shadows' of the real Voyager crew who I'd assume is somewhere outside the confines of this Nexus." Tuvok patiently explains, sitting in the Captain's chair. "I see" Tom says, not completely seeing at all to tell the truth. "And where's the rest of the bridge crew? The Captain, Harry..." Tuvok thinks about that one. "Dreaming" he says simply. "So what do we do in the meantime?" Tom asks. "Any suggestions, Lieutenant?" Tom has none. In the past he's been drunk enough not to remember the previous night, but two whole years. Both anxiety and curiosity dwell within him... both of them having to wait as something new happens. The deck lurches beneath him, but in seconds it's all over... and the new sight is very strange indeed. The bridges of five starships and one space station slotted together like a jigsaw. Tom stares at the newly arrived Starfleet officers and other aliens all staffing this massive 'multi-bridge'. This is turning into one hell of a morning. > #Occupants of the CommonShip comprise of all people > contained within the dimensional distortion classified as the > Nexus Ribbon.. Three lifesigns manisfest as normal mass, > Reginald Barclay, Thomas Paris and Wesley Crusher.. all > others negligiable readings.. designated as Shadow status.# He blinks as the computer reads his name out. He's normal mass and all his crewmates are... shadow mass. Okaaaay! So does this mean they aren't really his crewmates? He can feel himself getting into a very metaphysical argument. Tuvok gets out of the Captain's chair, disconcerted with this changing of reality, although it would take someone who knew him well to spot it in him. He approaches the trill officer standing before him who has made the shipwide call. "Lieutenant...?" he enquires, seeing her pips, but fishing for her name. ************************************************************************* From: "Bradley J. Seward" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] "The Paradise Trap" Date: Mon, 5 Feb 2001 19:11:53 -0800 Khan was visibly upset. He ravaged the Enterprise, tortured everyone he could but he didn't find Kirk anywhere. This reality suddenly shifted. He was on the old Enterprise when he first met Kirk, then he was aboard the Botany Bay again. Suddenly everything went blank as he began to concentrate. He pictured a darkened room, with a bed, and one hanging light. He paced the darkened room. He pondered about what transpired in the last few days. :: How long have I been here? :: He paused, :: Where am I? :: The room started to shift again, but this time Khan kept it steady. :: Concentration. I must keep my mind focused. Wherever I am, it is a paradise trap. One could get lost in pleasures. Why didn't I see Kirk?...:: Khan laid on the bed, contemplating all that he knew. :: Perhaps one needs to be in this realm before he can be confronted. Perhaps Kirk isn't here. But how would I know? I must find someone in this realm to assist me.:: Khan knew he had conjured up his son, but that was impossible, his son died before encountering the energy wave. Then Khan decided his son was just a figment of his imagination. :: How would I know if someone was really in this realm or not?:: --- The timeship jumps to warp. Starling glances at the monitor. The Voyager was catching up to him fast. ::Janeway was persistent.:: Starling activated the time jump sequence, "My ship has something yours does not." That's when a torpedo ejected from the Voyager and began to follow the timeship and gain on him. Just as the timeship entered the rift a strange energy-like tendril shot toward him from the other side. That's when Starling said, "uh-oh." --- Starling was sitting on his balcony on his second story home sipping a lemonade. He was glancing at a PADD and making notes in his notebook. Suddenly the air in front of him began to shimmer. --- Khan kept trying to conjure up Henry Starling, but he kept coming up empty. At times Khan would materialize someplace where they had met but he wouldn't be there. Finally Khan remembered where they had a meeting once and said, "Henry Starling, home balcony." Suddenly Khan's environment began to change. He materialized in front of Starling. Starling threw the PADDs in the air and jumped to his feet and exclaimed, "Kh-Khan, I thought you left?" "Quiet, little man. We need to discuss something." "S-sure, what's it going to cost?" "You've got it all wrong this time. Here, we don't need money." Khan thought about money and hundreds of thousand dollar bills materialized on Starling's table. Starling grabbed a handful, looked at Khan, and then back at the money. Immediately, the bills disappeared. "But first I need to explain why I'm here." After Starling listened to Khan's story, Starling exploded into laughter. Angrily Khan lifted the man by his smoking jacket. "I could kill you instantly. But I know you know things that I am not capable of. The future. I need you to come with me." "Where..." Before Starling could say another word they materialized into his office. "H-how did you get us here? Only Voyager or people from..." "I'm telling the truth, I am inside of some sort of virtual environment. I need your help." "If you're telling the truth I could materialize a super model and..." The air shimmers and suddenly a gorgeous woman materializes and says in a sexy voice, "Hello handsome." Starling's eyes bulge out and he waves his arm making the woman disappear. He turns back to Khan, "Wow... Incredible. Just think what I can do." "First things first, we need to determine who is real and who is not." Starling sat in his chair, "I know exactly what we need. A temporal scanning device." Starling opens his desk drawer and pulls out a small dollar-sized device. Activating it he points it at Khan, "I'm detecting hardly any mass. You don't exist. Now my turn." After a moment Starling frowns, "I don't exist either." Starling scans the rest of the room, "Everything else has mass." Khan begins to pace, "Interesting. I know I exist. What we conjure becomes real to us. Truly fascinating. That Vulcan Spock would be interested in this." Starling's eyebrow raises, "That's it. If I was affected by that energy wave, perhaps Voyager also was. Khan, what do you have in mind?" "With your technology, and my knowledge of rulership, perhaps we can conquer this realm together. Now what is a Voyager?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : A bluish green rift in outer space.. Image : Starling in profile (from STV's Future's End) Image : Starling in front view. ********************************************************************** From: Fran Catrair Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Hodge-Podge Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2001 23:05:45 -0800 (PST) B'Elanna was still slightly dazed from her inner thoughts by the sudden re-appearance of Harry. ::That's odd, he came right back. I guess we can 'call' people to us all well, eh?:: she thought. ::Hmm...that might be useful later on:: she thought with amusement. This shadow world sure had its advantages. She watched in amusement at Harry's belated attempts to restore his embarassment. Harry had matured over the years she had known him, but even now, he could still pull out some unusual, endearing quality that belied his youthfullness. ::Ah, what I wouldn't give to be like that again.:: she thought. But as she noticed the covered grins, including her own, she decided she was happy just where she was. As Harry verbally stumbled, one sentence caught her attention, and her good nature changed. < Harry threw up his hands. "Now I know why I < didn't sign up to be in engineering, especially < where an Irishman commanded. Too hot headed.." < Kim caught Torres ironic look concerning that < observation. "Well, umm you are different. I- I- < I mean. There's human hot headed.. and and < Klingon hot headed. And Tom's told me how I am < supposed to handle you...so. no sweat." ::Tom told him how to 'handle' me?:: Torres wondered. How DARE he! It appeared she would have to have a 'talk' with Tom. Her nostrils flared and her eyes flashed in anger. "Harry" she growled menacingly, but before she could continue, he quickly scurried away to speak to Captain Sisko. "Coward." she muttered. Turning slightly, she was hit by the voice again. It hit her almost as hard as a physical blow. Sharper. A male voice, asking for her help, calling her name, telling her he needed her. ::What is going on now?:: she wondered. She was beginning to feel like she didn't like this Nexus anymore. She didn't like being in control of herself. She didn't like having her emotions controlled. Taking a couple deep breaths, she slowly regained control of herself. She suddenly felt like she was being watched. Her hair stood on the base of her neck. She slowly lifted her eyes and met the gaze of a full Klingon in Starfleet uniform. < "hello I am LT. Commander worf of the federation star < ship Defiant" Worf said to the lady. "what happen to < the individual that was at the science station?" < he ask her. Lt. Commander Worf. She had heard many things about him at the Academy. He was truly a legend for those of Klingon heritage attending the Academy. Looking back at him, she replied, "Lt. B'Elanna Torres, of the Federation Starship Voyager. I'm not sure who normally mans this station, but my fellow crewman, Ensign Harry Kim, was manning that station and is now speaking to your Captain, sir." She noticed him frowning slightly. "I know it's strange, but it appears there are many of us here who have just been thrown together. You are missing some of your crew, and people like Harry and myself are here on your vessel." she concluded. As she was speaking to Worf, she felt the ship jerk suddenly. "What the h#ll is that?" she asked. She noticed Worf was as confused as she was. Turning back to the science station, she suddenly saw saw a bright flash of light, blinding her and a disoriented feeling came over her. ::Not again.:: she thought. ::Wonder where I'm going now? Funny, I wasn't even thinking of anything.:: When she finally could see again, what she saw made her jaw drop in disbelief. She couldn't believe it. ::This has GOT to be a hallucination!:: she thought. All around her, she noticed what appeared to be a hodge-podge of different ships. She recognized the old Enterprise from pictures at the Academy, Picard's Enterprise, the ship she was currently on, Voyager, and, surprisingly, her old Maquis ship, the Liberty. There was a 'round table' of chairs in the center, and she even noticed the small chair next to the one she knew as Voyager's. ::Someone sure didn't miss a detail.:: she thought, thinking of Naomi and smiling to herself. Coming out of her observations, she heard the hail. < Jadzia tapped her combadge and it sounded Nexus and < Ships' Wide. "ALL beings within range of this message < Please report to the BRIDGE.." She was confused when she noticed the woman she had met earlier on the bridge of the Barge of the Dead was now in the center of the hodge-podge Bridge, organizing everything. ::Wonder where Captain Janeway is?:: B'Elanna wondered. Straightening herself, she went over to the center area to report in. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced, Commander." she said to the Trill. "My name is Lt. B'Elanna Torres, and I'm Chief Engineer of Voyager...what's left of it that is." she added with an ironic smile, gazing around her. ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : A Good promo season three of B'Elanna gray background. Image : Voyager by a frothy nebula and rust planet. Audio : Torres - I'm Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres. Of the Federation Starship Voyager... ************************************************************ From : 'patti*mimic*keiper' Subject : Bubbles... Date : Wed, 7 Feb 2001 13:06:45 -0800 (PST) TANDEM post 6 Ways... between... "Amiee Fielder" , "Fran Catrair" , "Lil" , "Cassidy Meyers" , "Cory Anda" and "patti*mimic*keiper" VIA SECBOT*overseas*Phonelink and HOTMAIL messenger service Chat window.. Characters involved are: Garak, Jadzia, Chakotay, Janeway, B'Elanna, Lore, Kes and Neelix. Temporary character (Necomah, Chakotay's grandfather).. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the Nexus forest, on Voyager's holodeck two, the sacred fire was burning down into embers. Chakotay couldn't stand the silence that stretched after the computer announced that the New paradise program had been activated.. ::Just how long does it take her to take a bath anyway?:: He looked at Nacomah, his grandfather, and wondered if he chose well with Kathryn. It wasn't easy adopting a new member into the tribe. Especially if that one wasn't of the same blood ties.. Necomah sighed. "I am patient, son of my son.. You should be too." The first officer looked up in surprise. He thought of who Kathryn really was to him but the commander had absolutely no idea how she would take this new level of friendship.. ::Would Kathryn consent to be in my family? To be my Seconah? Learning a whole new culture is just the tip of the iceberg...:: ------------------------------------------------------------------ >"I don't believe we've been formally introduced, Commander." she >said to the Trill. "My name is Lt. B'Elanna Torres, and I'm Chief >Engineer of Voyager...what's left of it that is." she added with >an ironic smile, gazing around her. "Lieutenant, please. Garak here just failed to replicate any rank pins of mine.." Jadzia said with a grin.. "So, how do you like our solution?" She swept a hand over the much widened bridge.. "This was YOUR idea? I'm impressed. I knew Trill were a unique species, but I didn't know the extent of your capabilities." B'Elanna told her. "Once I figured out what the Nexus could do.. I improvised.. Your disappearing off the Barge clued me in.. Torres. is it?" Jadzia held out a hand.. "I think the captains of these vessels are indisposed or they may soon arrive.." "It appears we are in command then, doesn't it? This should be fun." B'Elanna remarked studying all the faces ringing hers. Garak moved from his place and scrutiny of the main area of all the bridge. He swept up a hand as if searching for dust on the console nearest him.. ::This is all convenient and nice.. I wonder what I can do now?:: Lore appeared in the command place.. "I hears your call." ::Where is this placings? It is differenting.:: Lore walked over to the station table and looked at the recordings there. "I know you.. you are the engineer people for Voyager. But your head is differenting than the others." Lore pointed a hand to the Klingon one. B'Elanna bristled. "Who are you?" she growled. She didn't recognize him, and she didn't like being insulted, especially by a stranger. "It sure appears that way, doesn't it?" B'Elanna accepted the handshake. Lore felt a new feelings he did not know. He looked at the peoples coming. "I am Lore. From the Place of Angels. I was fighting with my brother and the tranzporter sent me to nothing. But I am here now. " "So, we should get organized, then, Lieutenant. I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name." she said, ignoring the android for the moment. "And, I REALLY don't know if I want to know who this Cardassian is." she concluded, glaring distrustfully at him. "Please call me Jadzia. And this, is Garak,.. DS9's most excellent tailor. Her only one for that matter." Garak gave a little bow and didn't deign to say anything. "And I am Lore please. If you so nerveous me. Bring a guarding to watch." Lore moved his hands into the surrender showings. "Another man, another engineere on the other Defeant say I am bad. I do not do this." B'Elanna turned back around and glard at the android. "Look, I don't know you, and I'm really not interested in talking to you right now. If you want to be friendly, insulting others is NOT the way to do it.!" she spat. ::Security risk indeed. I wish Tuvok were here to handle him..:: Turning back to Jadzia, B'Elanna decided it was time to get organized. "I suggest we catalog who arrives; gives us an idea who and what we are dealing with." Garak just smiled watching the tensions build in the Klingon woman and started walking.. "Interesting.. isn't it? We are all here on one big happy ship.. We have no idea just who we have on board now.. Maybe some great enemy lurks in the background.. Maybe security should come and deal with it.." He inclined his head gallantly."I assure you. I am no great enemy..." The Cardassian glared at B'Elanna." Unless provoked.." B'Elanna's patience was almost gone. She had had enough lately, and this Cardassian's game was getting on her nerves. Pulling out her phaser, she levelled it at Garak intently. "I don't know what kind of game you are playing, Cardassian. But I would have no problems killing you where you stand." ------------------------------------------------------------------ Janeway, relaxing in her tub, contemplated the decision before her. She rolled the "branding" device in her hand. But her face was far from relaxed. Janeway read the data pad from Chakotay in disbelief. :: Me? In chakotay's tribe?:: She couldn't help but get a picture of an old wrinkled self with this tattoo. >Janeway's eyes filled at his offered gesture. >Her decision, to become his bond sister would be final, then, >with any mark she would take on her skin. >Kathryn sat for long moments, deeply moved. Then she tapped her >combadge perched on a rock within her reach. =^= Janeway to Chakotay =^= she said, with more confidence then she felt. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Lore studied the green one with a puzzle head under the woman's phazer lining ::It is a reptil people. An enemy? But his has no weapons.:: He turned to B'Elanna. "How can you have angers for this man. He has no phazer." Lt. Torres quickly glanced at Lore, (over her aiming site) "Do you want to join him, android?" she growled. She heard the voices in her head again. ::No, I don't have time for this.:: she thought. :: I have too much work to do. :: And since she was the 'senior' Voyager officer on bridge, she knew she needed to stay focused. She pocketed her phaser once more, taming her urges. The bridge, such that it was, needed a commander. Garak turned and saw that indeed, none of the ships' captains were present. He found that interesting.. No Janeway, No Sisko, No Picard.... He wondered where they all were. Then he thought of the Cardassian automatic sensors DS9 had before O'Brien had managed to deactivate all the boobytraps. He cast eyes ceilingward fearfully.. "Is there an automatic guard in play?" he said aloud. Torres watched Garak get nervous about a computer sentry that didn't exist. And she smiled. Lore looked for the seeing screen. "Where is the window to the Place of Angels.? I cannot see." Garak threw his hands into the air.. "Well, just "wish" one for Drathie's sake.." Lore watched the Voyager engineere people. Torres. "There is no troublings with the ships. Why have you anger now?" B'Elanna was irritated. The Cardassian was talking nonsense and her new-found Starfleet ally Jadzia, was strangely silent. She decided for now she would back off. The situation was confusing. But she would be sure she would keep her guard up around this Cardassian. Turning to Lore, she said, "There are some things you just don't understand, and I really don't want to explain them to you." Jadzia lowered her head as Dovin-Kah spoke to her from the inside. ::Isn't it time to get things done child?:: Jadzia agreed with her new pai wraith symbiont.. Jadzia spoke her mind.. She looked up. "Torres.. We are all shadows here. There is nothing that can happen to us that we could permit if it is harmful.. Show some respect for your fellow man.." She clapped a hand on her fellow man's scaly reptilian shoulder.. "I'm sure I know this guy as well as I think I do.. He and Julian go way back.." she said of the Cardassian tailor. "So relax a little." "Look, Lieutenant, I don't have respect for Cardassians. They are NOT my 'fellow man'. And, this 'Julian' means nothing to me. But, as the current ranking officer of Voyager, I will work with you all. I think we really need to account for who is actually here in this ribbon, and on this -- this this --combined ship. We should have a quorum before we do anything.", B'Elanna concluded, taking a seat in a Voyager chair. Garak noticed that there was none for him or any of the non officers.. He willed himself a wooden bench discreetly placed against one wall so his back was guarded. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Lore respectfully withdrew to the lifting door and wait for the new peoples to come to there. ::I am not a high rank. I cannot say what to do on these ship.:: Neelix and Kes entered from the turbolift and the Talaxian jumped when he saw Lore's white face stare curiously at his own spots. B'Elanna brightened when she noticed Kes and Neelix enter. She called over to them. "Kes...Neelix! Care to join us?" Kes just chuckled.. then she saw the changes around her.. "A merged meeting place.. This is just what we need.. Neelix. Isn't this terrific?" Neelix beamed, recovered from his fright.. "It sure is sweeting.. But I don't see Captain Janeway anywhere.." Kes answered.. "I think she said she was going to the holodeck for a respite.. I don't think we need to disturb her at the moment.. " -------------------------------------------------------------------- The fire had died, only the moom illuminated the two native men on their sacred land in the Nexus and Voyager's other holodeck. >=^= Janeway to Chakotay =^= she said, with more confidence then she felt. Chakotay shot to his feet. Necomah set a gentle hand on Chakotay's arm.. "It is for the spirits to decide.... Answer her.." Chakotay felt his mouth go dry but on an impulse he opened a channel.. =^=Chakotay here, Captain.. You needed something?=^= =^= Yes, I need you to meet me somewhere.=^= her voice said quietly. "I am alone... except for....family..." ::You needn't worry about baring your soul to me Kathryn. I have done so for you.:: he thought privately. But aloud he said, "Come meet my grandfather then when you're dressed.." =^= Your Grandfather?=^= Janeway puzzled. : : I guess anything really is possible in this Nexus. : : Chakotay smiled.. "Yes... I....had a chance to relive a moment of my life I'd thought I'd lost forever.. I joined the Maquis and didn't make it back to home before he died.." He could almost hear her thinking, with a concentration so fierce, he could feel it through the comlink. =^= Meet me in my quarters =^= and the line went dead. Chakotay let out the breath he had been holding eyeing Necomah's beaming smile. But he did not feel like smiling himself yet. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Uh, ah... Lieutenant..?" Neelix stuttered.. "Who's done all the remodeling?" he asked of Torres. "I'm not sure, Neelix. But I've learned a little. I think it has something to do with our android friend over there." she said, pointing over to where Lore was standing. "And this Trill, Jadzia. It seems they somehow 'merged' all of the ships." Neelix went over to the Voyager pie wedge of the command area and noticed Naomi's tiny chair.."Oh, She is going to love this!! Who thought of that detail??"" "I'm afraid my Symbiont did, Mr. Neelix.." Jadzia admitted. " He's a real softie at heart.. ::That is if he had a body to HAVE a heart.. Wormhole entities don't have corporeal form.:: Jadzia thought to herself. "He thought of it in Garak's clothing shop when I was ordering a play dress for Naomi." Lore did not need a chair. But he used the Place of Angels power to make a window to the fires around the same ships place so all could be seeings. "What I would like to know" B'Elanna stated, looking around her. "Is where are all the captains of these ships? Isn't it unusual that a few of us are here, but the captains are strangely absent? Is this process selective? ...or, if we are truly 'shadows', as some of you believe, maybe some just choose not to be here." she concluded, confusion etched on her face. Garak conjured up a holoimager to record the configuration of the new bridge knot. ::One never knows if this design might be useful to the Obsidian order... :: he schemed. "I know I don't want to be here, but I am..." he grumbled. "I don't think our captains's absences are odd.." Jadzia replied.. "If the Nexus can't harm all of us without our consent why do we need a command structure in place every second? We're all adults.." she pegged Garak a stare, "At least I think we all are....." "You're right, Lieutenant. Except it's always important to follow what is familiar; command structures and the like." B'Elanna contradicted. Neelix went over to Torres's side.. "I am glad you approve of all of this,.bridge redecorating, lieutenant,.. or shall I say acting captain..?.... So tell me... eh.. did you see how we all got in this ... eh... eh?..." Kes answered, "Nexus...." Neelix grinned, "yes, Nexus... place? It seems rather like the Earth concept of heaven..I've heard so much about from the doctor's lectures to Kes." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kes smiled and went over to Lore, letting her two crewmates talk. Lore saw the new woman come near hiim. "Hello. I am Lore. I just comes to this big ships. You are crew to Defeant? I sees and have speakings with the leader of there but he no talk much." Kes smiled.. "Hello Lore. I am Kes.. I chose to be a member of Voyager's crew a few years ago. But now, I am under Captain Janeway's EMH's tutelege in the medical bay.." Kes drew Lore into the ring of command chairs and one by one, the gathered few sat down to await the next possibility. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Glancing at Neelix, B'Elanna smiled. "You're right, Neelix, it is like heaven in here. But with the way it's been explained to me, we really don't exist here; we are shadows." Neelix leaned forward to the Voyager engineer... "Is that fish I am smelling?" He sniffed presumptiously.. Torres diplomatic mood changed and she glared at Neelix. "Don't start with me, Neelix." she growled. She decided the best thing for her to do was to continue. "What we need to do is to find out what our next step should be. If we are to carve out an existence here, how should we go about it.?" Neelix didn't bat an eye.. "My mother used to say.. If the cooking fire is too hot or it's too smoky to see. Get out of the kitchen.... heheheh... In other words, lieutenant.... Why do we have to stay in this Nexus place anyway..." The Talaxian kept a cautious eye on his Kes while she spoke with the strange android across the room.. B'Elanna too, kept an eye on him. She overheard a bit from the conversation between Kes and Lore. He said one thing which drew her attention. "...I have many question. But why do we stay in this Place of Angels? We are bore of the stars, yes. It is there we should be to go..." B'Elanna thought about this. :: Why indeed.:: No one had even considered the idea of actually leaving. ::Guess we've all been too involved in our personal travels, eh?:: she thought. "You have a good point there, Neelix. I wonder if our bridges are merged, what does engineering looks like?" ----------------------------------------------------------------- Before she knew what was happening, Kathryn was in her quarters, fully dressed, and still looking at the small silver dermal device. :: So much for a long relaxing bath:: she thought to herself. She glanced around her room, not quite knowing what to do with herself next. :: Perhaps I'll start dinner:: She thought as she walked over to the replicator. There was a soft tone at her entryway. Someone was at her door. The tone sounded again. :: Here already?:: Kathryn thought "Come in" she said as she turned towards the door. Chakotay waited a long time before he entered. Inside Kathryn's quarters, the lights were barely turned on.. He saw the candles she had in her hands and quickly asked the computer to raise the illumination in the room. "Special occasion, Kathryn?" he quipped placing hands folded behind his back.. He was still in his soft medicine quest tunic of white hide and beadwork.. Kathryn nervously juggled the candles " Don't we normaly enjoy each other's company by candle light?" She grinned. "We do." he said simply, catching one that fell from Janeway's grasp.. "Only it's usually over crew evaluations and mundane topics as that.." His eye fell on the DNA dermal tool still illuminated with the tattoo image of his tribe. The device was still powered up.. Chakotay's heart took a leap.. Janeway blushed at her own clumsieness, and followed Chakotay's gaze. "I've been thinking about your offer..." she said, looking up at him. "We've been a big part of each other's lives for the past 7 years. We couldn't help but become close could we?" She lit the candles one by one. Then she faced him. Chakotay's eyes twinkled. "We have been through life and death together.." He recalled the few times he had almost lost Kathryn to that place most final in death. "It takes a lot commanding a lost ship and her crew." Kathryn poured them each a glass of champagne, she concentrated on the tiny golden bubbles as they floated to the surface and burst in tiny little explosions. "Even more to find someone to rely on off duty.." Chakotay looked uncertain, trapped like a buck in a lightbeam. ::Where is she going with this?:: he thought with alarm. He almost looked away from her blue eyes. Almost.. ::Time to clear the air once and for all.:: he thought. ::About her and me..:: "I think we should have things be as they have been, Kathryn. There have been times when I was there for you and even saved your life and vice versa but, on another note, the time when we could have been together as a couple is long past. We both know it. So I have come up with an alternative solution. This," he held up the tattoo maker. "..is just another step along the way for us but in a new direction." ::We have been through a lot haven't we?:: She thought with a shock. Then a further revelation. He was right. There was no room for romance here with him. Not any more. "I do consider you part of my family, Chakotay." she admitted to herself and him. ::Was I flirting just now? It didn't feel like it.. God I hope he didn't see it that way..:: "And I you.." Chakotay said taking a larger than normal sip of champagne to cover his nervousness.. ::A far cry from my usual tea...:: He concentrated and his champagne flute became a tea mug and Kathryn's a coffee mug in kind.. "I do have one question for you though.." Janeway smiled at her own little joke. "If I decide to do this," she gently took the dermal tool from his hand. "Does your mark have to go on my face?" "Not if you don't want to..." he sighed in relief. " I hear Albebran fashion thinks wrist marks are sexy.." Janeway blushed, then laughed at her dearest friend. "Leave it to you to break the mood Chakotay" she raises her coffee mug "Thank you.." ::I was beginning to feel awkward.:: She watched Chakotay regain his own balance. "I... I mean,.. THEY thought it might be ...sexy.. umm.. welll,.. " he took another sip of tea.. Kathryn laughed in spite of herself. ::Now who's awkward..:: Chakotay took Janeway's hands in his own in a friendly hold.. "So.. You read my story.." he said selfconsciously. "I thought I made a pretty good storyteller in that datapadd, all things considered. Grandfather seems to think I have a gift... I can't see it." Chakotay waited for Janeway to reply to his implied question.. She laughed at his comment and her look told him she liked his stories. A lot. Chakotay laughed along with her, but then his face grew serious and he gathered her attention fully with its quiet power. "What is your answer, Kathryn? My grandfather stayed behind to give us privacy.." For a moment. Chakotay closed his eyes and heard his grandfather's words in the back of his mind.. >Necomah pointed to his grandson's shiny badge.. "She is come to your >special place, Chakotay... If she is truly yours, that which is ordained >will come to pass. " Necomah sang in an old language to the fire... >Dimly, Chakotay heard the echoing cry of the red tailed hawk in his family's >woods. A long delay stretched into a minute behind his shut eyes. "Chakotay, I would be honored.' She said with a punctual nod of her head. Janeway stared as her coffee turned again into champagne at his will. Then he opened his eyes again, strangely reborn, and stared in wonder anew at his friend and captain.. His mug also transmuted back into champagne, this time, through her wishes. He smiled ironically."Won't be so bad..being an adept in my family.. Kathryn Janeway Necomah Kolopak Chakotay,.. Destined to be the next great family storyteller... You've a new title now.. Seconah... or medicine woman. And after you've studied my people's ways, I promise I won't make you smoke any peace pipes if you don't make me dance any wampahs.." Janeway laughed. "Can I meet your Grandfather now? Or is there some ritual for that too?" He chuckled quietly "Nothing special for that..Necomah won't be expecting us until morning.. He thought we would be doing other things right now..along the path that COULD have been.. if you catch my drift." Chakotay leaned foward whispering in Kathryn's ear... "So,... tattoo on the wrist or not?" Then he chuckled in his warm quiet way.. and just as suddenly, he leaned away again, stroking his own face mark in jest. He drew in a large breath and let it out again. "I'll help you with it but that'll depend on where you choose to wear your tribal mark, I wouldn't want to chart forbidden territory without my captain's consent, now would I?" he mischieviously chinked his glass with hers. "Just kidding.. I'll settle for showing you how to begin this marking ceremony..of ours." He folded his hands in prayer in reverance briefly, in a catching silence, but then spoke. "This tool is better than my grandfather's iron brand.. You won't have the pain I did when I took my storyteller's mark.. " He took up the tool. "Ready?" "How about, one more glass of champagne first?" Kathryn laughed. "This is almost better than coffee." "I'd be delighted.. Kathryn-sabe.. My new sister in blood.." "If I'm your sister, does that make you my LITTLE brother?" Janeway said with a smile on her face, trying to hide behind her thin glass of transparent champagne. It was a true statement. Janeway was three years older than her first officer. Kathryn's "brother" didn't deign to reply but his look told her everything.. First officer and captain shared refilled glasses together and the ghostly image of an aged Indian grandfather looked on with a wolf and gecko by his side from the window... She added fervently,.. "This is nice. But I can only think of one thing right now... Let's get ALL of us out of this god forsaken Nexus!!" Chakotay frowned ruefully, "Must be the champagne talking.." and he took away her glass. "Duty calls then." "We'll reschedule your tattooing before daybreak ..It must be done on the night of pledging answer." ------------------------------------------------------------------- As the only engineer currently accounted for, B'Elanna made a decision. #Computer, what is the location of engineering?# she asked. The computer, in mixed voices, gave her a location actually near the location of Voyager's engineering. :: Should be an interesting expedition,,,locating engineering..:: she thought. "As the lone engineer at the moment, I'm heading down to engineering to see what we're up against." B'Elanna announced. "Mr. Neelix, I trust you will represent Voyager well on the Bridge?" "You can count on me, sir...eh I mean maam.." Neelix sat up straighter in his chair.. "But what is there to figure out in engineering anyway Lieutenant... The ship is having no difficulties.." Jadzia.. said, "Neelix, don't pry.. Klingons feel useful taking action.. Let her go.." she whispered... Garak was pleased with himself and was content to wait where he was. No doubt developments were afoot elsewhere on the ship. He'd have need for equally twisted allies soon enough. B'Elanna looked around the chairs, nodding at each individual, glaring at Garak. "If you need me, I'll be in Engineering. I hope." she concluded. Turning, she exited the hodge podge bridge. Kes turned to watch the engineer go.. "There's nothing to fix B'Elanna why don't you just stay h-" she broke off when the lieutenant disappeared into the turbolift. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Janeway waited for Chakotay to change from his ceremonial skins to the uniform she replicated for him. Together the two of them headed for the bridge.. Little did they know how to react when they saw all the bridges blended as one.. They just stared around at everyone seated in the ring of command chairs. Janeway laughed when she saw the tiny chair she assumed was for Naomi sitting next to Voyager's center command seat. "Now I know that one isn't mine, captain..." Chakotay said.. "I'd never fit.." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Briefing room of the now common bridge round table. Gif : A stone carving of a black painted Indian gecko. *Movie* Janeway and Chakotay in off duty clothes exchanging knowing, embarrassed looks. Gif : Blue Indian design banner bar. Image : Garak smiling. Image : Kes, with actress name and logo photo. Image : Neelix in the transporter room. *Movie* The Delta Flier and Voyager angling away from each other. ************************************************************************ From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Going In Circles~~ Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 08:39:28 -0000 Ensign Harry Kim blinked a few times, hearing a woman's voice whom he did not know but one that came over Starfleet frequencies on his combadge. ::Report to the bridge? That's an understatement:: "I am on every bridge.." he chuckled, seeing that all the ships were now mishmashed as one great command pie and he went over to the Voyager slice happily. "Glad to see you, Captain, Commander..." he said to his superiors Janeway and Chakotay. He gladly took up his ops station, discreetly kicking off a stray shell or two off of his pant legs while he walked. All he got was a straying eyebrow from Janeway at that one. ::She must've figured it out.:: Harry thought. ::She's not asking me why I smell like Nine Lives Catfood. I think I'll make myself useful here until I learn more about how all of us are going to react being on the same ship.:: "Or even how the ship(s) itself will react." he added in a whisper. He quickly scanned crucial systems. Life support, tactical, shields, deflectors, the main power grid, all was as it should be.. The only change Harry could see was the fact that all the bridge stations seems to be linked with a special computer in the center of the round briefing table surrounded by all the "captain's" chairs. ::Now that, is odd.:: he decided.. "Captain, Commander.. That new terminal in front of you has an incredible amount of gigabyte memory.. It's as if it holds five starship's computers's memory and information within it. Harry saw all those in their center chairs ringing the table look at the computer in a new light. Jadzia was the only one to reach out and touch the new computer. There was no keypad. "So how do you access it?" Kim said to her and to all at large. "How do you access what??" Another voice inquired. It was Quark. Half a dozen people sank in their seats at the sight of him. Quark grinned, "What?! I heard the summons to the bridge and I came. What's so odd about that?" "It's not you, Quark. It's that newly made computer in the round table's center there. It's configured strangely and it has super capacity memory filled with some information I can't reach, apart from information already inside Voyager's main frame." Harry announced to the Ferengi. Quark reached for the smooth letterless keypad and was slapped by a resilent Naomi Wildman who appeared to have never left the chair made for her. Quark sucked his fingers.. and Naomi waggled her finger at his nose. "Ah, ah, ah Quark.. You don't have clearance to access any kind of computer on the bridge, even one unknown like this one." Kim admonished. "I was just curious. Can't blame a guy for "reaching" out once and a while" he grumbled, "Well, if there isn't a pressing need for me to be here. I am going elsewhere, perhaps the holodeck to share a glass of sherry with Garak. I'll leave the pure speculation about what that is up to the experts, then.." he said, pointing to those around him. "Too bad Torres isn't here. She'd love the interface I see on this thing.." Quark said squinting at the activated glowing screen on the new terminal. "Hey, it's saying something.... It's it's ..it's... in Vulcan? I see letters here.. T....U...V....O. Hey, who here know's Tuvok? Whoever he is, he's just sent a message to us on this screen... My High Vulcan is rusty.. can anyone else make it out?" Quark and five heads leaned in to study the script on the odd monitor. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : A green fisheye lens view of Lore's. Tuvok with a tricorder, Janeway looking on and Seven waiting in the background with a tool box. Gif : The official Paramount logo. Image : A black star poster of the crew collage and a nice Voyager. ***************************************************************************** From: GeoHard@aol.com Save Address - Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Re: O'Brians Suprise Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 21:32:46 EST Without the usual shifting he'd come to associate with the phenomena O'Brian noticed the universe had changed again. From his station at the Defiant's engineering console he noticed that the available power supply had increased exponentially there was a new configuration to parts of his board that linked to other power supplies that were separate but part of the same vessel. Shield extension range had pentupled and although according to the internal sensors mass had increased there was no proportionate drain on the hull integrity field. It not only felt wrong it was physically impossible. "Captain, I have some unusual, belay that, some just plain weird impossible readings from the interior sensors and monitors" O'Brian attempted to report. Then as he looked around for Cpt. Sisko he noticed how unusual the "new" Bridge was. "Holy Hannah, what a piece of work" he muttered taking in his surroundings for the first time. The command area was empty, the entire bridge was empty. "Computer, where is Captain Sisko?" =^= O'Brian to Defiant, Anyone?=^= ::Curiouser and curiouser:: "What?" "Well, mass without equal weight or comparable structural integrity. That's a fine kettle of fish. I'll need someone with an alphabet full of letters behind their name to figure this one out" said O'Brian to no one in particular. "I may be able to provide some assistance with your calculations using non-euclidian geometric, Einstinian/Hawking temporal constructs within the variable limits of a Koparian multi-dimensional mechanical construct". O'Brian froze then slowly turned to his right. Turning from an old style science station, a Vulcan dressed in Kolinar robes looked at him then spoke in a slow precise manner. "I am Spock, if I am to begin my calculations I will need our current position". ::Ambasador Spock:: O'Brian thought to himself, but he looks younger, I wonder how he got here. "I do not know, and yes I do seem to be reading your thoughts Mister O'Brian." Spock paused for a moment. "But you apparently do not read mine. Curious." "and Curiouser" said O'Brian. Again Spock paused. "I was reflecting on the works of an earth author in my meditations" "Carroll" supplied Miles. "Yes, I find his illusion and reflection quite mentally stimulating useful in some forms of Vulcan meditation, I was meditating at my parents estate on Vulcan. Then I found my self here". "Well welcome behind the looking glass, Sir" chuckled Miles. Spock raised an eyebrow quizzically, then returned to his staid Vulcan expression as a reminder. "Ah, well, where we are, that seems to be a bit of the problem," explained Miles. ************************************************************************* END WEEK FIVE RECAP 02-11-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} WEEK SIX RECAP 02-12-01 {voyagerliveaction@egroups.com} ****************************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Send something out of here to the moon. Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2001 15:51:54 -0000 I was very ecited. I had my own chair! Auntie Kathy! Auntie Kathy! Who did this? Now we can all talk and find out why we are in this place. I got out my own computr screen and I looked at all the map of it. It was big! But I saw a pikture of a moon I knew! It was Eoh! The one by Jupeetr. We were near Earth. Then I knew what I had to do. I knew that Kes had stopped the dream river so it wouldent eat any more peopl. And Barklay had thought up a thing to. That we werent the real people or the real voyager. Could we leave and still be alive? I wanted to know. I had to see for me. So I lookd at Eoh and saw that some of it was not in the nexis, but outside. Then I knew. We could try to send something growing out there to the part of the moon that was still free. So I told Chakoty that I had a plan. Chakoty! Chakoty! I am going to try something. I am going to the garden room. Can you wait until I get there? Ill call you when I do. Then I left the bridg. I couldent wait. I took the lift to the ponicks bay and I found a rosebush that was in its own pot. Kes wouldnt mind, I knew she had a lot of klones of this one all ready. I ran with it over to the transportr and set it down. I called Chakoty. Chakoty! Chakoty! I have a plant on this pad by me. We havent tried leaving yet so why dont we try? Eoh, Jupeeters moon isnt all in the nexis, And how do we know we cannot go? I read on the computr at my chair up there that Captain Picard once was in the ribbon and then left. He got out! So try with this rose. See if it can get outside. I waited for an answer. Then I heard a lot of talking up there on the bridg. It was Barklay and Bootby and Auntie Kathy and from all the others who were now up there in the big brig. Jadzea was the loudest. She said that a new idea came from her belly friend about leaving. That a speshial shild might make it ok for peopl to leave the nexis. Then I thout of more. We dont wey anything in here but we dont know if we cant be normal outside and wey what we should. Maybe if we get out of the nexis place we go back to our old bodies and selvs. We would go back home to voyager. I know that Tom is still him. And Barklay. So I know this plant would go to. If we put a messege in it for the home voyager where Tom came from, we can tell the others wher we are and where Tom is for them. Didnt Tuvok send us that messege wondering who and where we shadow peopl are? So lets anser! I am putting a pin on the rose. Go and try to send it out on the part of the moon that is still outside. It is set to all of our communicatr pins. Naomi out. If it is true that once we get out we go back to our homes, then they will find it and know where Tom is! Lets try it. I waited for the bridg to try my idea. It just had to work. I knew it. -------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Naomi with her mother Samantha in a hug. ******************************************************************* From: "Cory Anda" Subject: A Flight of Flutes Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2001 21:59:24 -0000 Chakotay almost laughed warmly at the pure unadulterated joy on Voyager's littlest crew member. She was ecstatic about the events unfolding in their situation thus far. ::I'll let her enjoy herself. This is the safest I've ever seen the ship since we began this journey. And her plan is not that far off the mark for how I was planning on proceeding. Experimental transporting with our shadowed biomass just may be a way for us to get back to our original vessels. But... if there is a way for us to drag those vessels here to Earth's solar system, and then make the return to our Non Nexus states, we'd be home. It's worth checking up.:: Commander Chakotay looked at Captain Janeway who sat in a center seat around the ring of command chairs represented from the Defiant, the Lakul, the Enterprise, the Enterprise D, the Liberty and the Ops section of DS9 strangely enough.. ::I wonder if part of the Nexus ribbon has reached the real Deep Space Nine..:: Chakotay mused. ::And that's the reason why we can all see it now.. :: He saw Barclay nervously ringing his hands and he seemed not sure where to head nor to which part of the common bridge. Chakotay waved him over to his side. ::He's desperately afraid that the ribbon is going to flow away from the Argus Array and take us with it out of his reach of his using the apparatus to visit us.:: "Reg." Chakotay used his first name to make the nervous lieutenant more at ease with a sense of familiarity. Lt. Barclay moved, stumbling only once to see what the commander needed. Chakotay covered a grin and a look to Janeway warning her to go along with his tactic with Barclay. "Yes, ah,... commander... captain. Y- you needed to see me?" he stuttered. "For a moment.." Chakotay told him. "Did you hear Naomi's theory concerning a way for us to restore to our natural places outside the Nexus?" Barclay leaned on the rail, folding his arms over his elbows trying to look comfortable but it looked awkward. But, thinking about something actually made the bumbling man relax as he thought back. "I - I caught every word, commander.. Beaming a living botanical specimen with a modulating transporter frequency moded for expulsive tachyonic conversion might get it to revert back to to..." he fluttered his hands expansively, "Well, go back to the way it was before we got inside the ribbon.. sir." Reginald speculated. "And you feel we should give her idea a go? Adding a message beacon to the bush we send out so the original Voyager knows where their helmsman went to?" Barclay nodded in exaggerated agreement.. "Oh,.. absolutely.. Maybe if the shadow plant gets back where it was spliced from, our message beacon will remain since it was created inside the Nexus and has no real world counterpart. I'm sure Mr. Tuvok will catch on fairly rapidly.." Chakotay caught a subtle nod from Janeway and smiled, "Let's work on it then.." he tapped his communicator to the little girl waiting near the hydroponics bay transporter.. "Bridge to Naomi Wildman. Your suggestion is a good one. Mr. Barclay is coming to you to help you work on getting that rose specimen ready for transport to Io outside the ribbon's vicinity. Stand by.. Lt. Torres may just want in on this little project as well. I will inform her of all that's transpired here. Chakotay out." He nodded to Barclay to carry out his plans with the little girl and any who came to assist him in the botanical bay. He had confidence that Barclay could come up with a message beacon that was concise enough for the real crew on the original Voyager to spot. All he had to do was wait. "Captain.." He said, his eyes wandering over to that area of the common bridge that was achingly familiar from his Liberty, his original Maquis starship. Its command chair was empty and he knew why. Its commander was now first officer of Voyager. :: I wonder if she was captured by the ribbon before it blew up against the caretaker array or whether or not someone else dreamed her up.. Either way.. I don't care. I want a return visit.. I left rather suddenly and I would love to see my cabin again. I left a lot of personal belongings there leaving in such a hurry. :: "I'd like to visit the Liberty for a while if you don't mind. It's... nice seeing her again even knowing that in the real world, she no longer exists." Janeway gave him an understanding look. "I would do the same thing, commander. Permission granted. Keep an open channel to the common bridge if you go below decks on the Liberty.." "Thankyou, Kathryn. I won't be long.. I feel I have someone over there I should meet. If the Liberty was indeed dreamed up by someone, I feel Seska is responsible. I feel I owe her a visit.." he replied. "I will be back before ship's night watch so we can keep your tribal marking ceremony. Don't forget." he teased. "We continue where we left off.." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- He left the Voyager part of the bridge in Kathryn's capable hands . He paced across the Defiant's area where Sisko and the others were still coordinating their information for the mass briefing of all the ship's heads that Jadzia had called for. And on across Kirk's bridge which was strangely empty.. ::I wonder where the crew is here?:: When he came to the Liberty's stark iron decking, he actually hesitated stepping onto the grilling.. ::If I go back, will I be tempted to be a captain again?:: he asked himself. With a shudder, he dismissed that wandering thought and went fully inside Liberty's section of the common bridge. He paused by his captain's chair there but did not sit down. He rested his hand on its scorched leather for a moment but then turned and left for the turbolift and Liberty's lower decks. 67 H. It read. The sign on the cabin was crooked, knocked from its place in the precursors of its ramming into the Caretaker array. ::Seska must have willed the Liberty here just before her destruction but not before some damage had been done. I hope it's still safe..:: Chakotay hurriedly release the security lock on his old quarters and went inside the darkened room. The power was on for the lights went up instantly at his command to the computer. The only sign that was out of phase with his memory was that the computer acknowledged him in the voice of the Enterprise/Voyager/EnterpriseA's voice in a three way meld of sound. He moved into the sleeping alcove and straight to his nightstand. The simple wooden furniture had toppled onto its side but Chakotay righted it and drew open its top drawer. ::It's still here..:: he said. With trembling fingers.. Chakotay drew out a wooden flute from Kolopak, his father. The eagle feather was half burned away in the partial fires which had ravaged his cabin before Seska wished it elsewhere but the instrument was untouched by char. He brought the slender pipe to his lips and began to play.. A haunting melody that seemed to be echoed by a second flute, a silver one in another set of hands on the Enterprise D. The same haunting inner light music. Chakotay saw through his window another cabin of a strange captain, one who was balding and playing a flute melody that harmonized with his! Both men looked up from their playing and their eyes met through the window. Chakotay heard a howl and suddenly, Matseyeho was at his side, his brindle coated spirit guide from the forest. ##Speak with this man, Chakotay. For I am the one who has brought you together..## she said. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image: Chakotay in his quarters reverently seated. Gif: Blue Indian band bar. *animated gif* A wolf, panting and pacing toward you. Music Midi: Native American flute music. Gif: A wide bar design in earth tones of native american art. ********************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] It comes down to who's fist is bigger... Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2001 11:46:55 +0400 Jadzia turned as people gathered one by one onto the huge melded bridge area. ::I wonder what we should call our new joined ship. If what Miles is saying is true with the quintupled shielding and massively boosted computer power, not just any name will do. How abou--..:: ##A change!## Dovin-Kah warned..##Another reality wrinkles.## her wormhole symbiont sent. Jadzia crouched in warning whirling in the direction Dovin-Kah turned her. A calm Vulcan stood regarding her. >Tuvok gets out of the Captain's chair, disconcerted with this >changing of >reality, although it would take someone who knew him well >to spot it in >him. He approaches the trill officer standing before him >who has made the >shipwide call. "Lieutenant...?" he enquires, seeing >her pips, but fishing >for her name. Breathing in recovering defensive reaction, Jadzia straightened,.. "Jadzia, Lt.. I am a joined Trill but to Dax no longer. I have only that single name. You seem familiar to me but I can't place your face, sir.." She and the new Vulcan, dressed in the mustard version of her own science blue uniform cocked an ear at a new development at the round table in the middle of the new bridge. Everyone seemed to be gathered around Quark and a strange highly powered computer screen.. >"Too bad Torres isn't here. She'd >love the interface I see on this thing.." Quark said squinting at the >activated glowing screen on the new terminal. "Hey, it's saying >something.... It's it's ..it's... in Vulcan? >I see letters here.. T....U...V....O. Hey, who here know's Tuvok? >Whoever >he is, he's just sent a message to us on this screen... My High Vulcan >is >rusty.. can anyone else make it out?" Jadzia put two and two together.. "Tuvok!" she shouted aloud, although only Tuvok heard her at the moment. "That's right. Of the Starship Voyager.. but I wonder if--" she reached out .. and poked him in the arm with a finger.. Tuvok's eyebrow went up and he rubbed his arm thoughtfully. "May I ask why you did that just now, Lt?" he inquired. Jadzia ignored him.. asking while she eyeballed his build. "How much do you weigh? Now? Er.. I mean this morning or whenever the last time you weighed yourself?" Tuvok regarded Jadzia with only dry logic which couldn't help but come across as condescending to anyone not familar with Vulcans. "I fail to see what that information has to do with our current conversation.." Jadzia rushed him along hurriedly. "Just...ok, it's like this. We are in Guinan's Nexus, the same one which led to the death of James Kirk in that reality. Heard of it? Well I and most everyone you see here on this thought combined ship are shadows of the real persons on these vessels you see represented here. I need to know if you are a shadow or not. I am not real and my mass is negligible." Tuvok slowly took in the sight of everyone around him calmly, as if huge sweeping changes in his reality happened everyday. Jadzia couldn't help but admire his cool. "I weighed 29.37 Kilos last measurement two standard months ago." Jadzia held out her hand and a tricorder appeared in it. Tuvok's other eyebrow rose but he permitted her scan.. "Interesting.." was his only comment. "You are most definitely real." Jadzia said excitedly. "I get a ballpark 29.62 kilos mass on you right now. The Commander would love to see this.." She searched around for Chakotay but saw his back retreat into Voyager's turbolift across the command area from her place on the Defiant's section of the bridge. ::Damn.. well, I guess he'll find out later..:: she shrugged. Tuvok suddenly walked past Jadzia to the group clustered around the newly discovered computer terminal with its message in High Vulcan.. "Excuse me captains, gentle beings.." he said of all in front of him. "But this is the beginning of a test screen Vulcan algorithm of a matter/ antimatter mix I sent to your mainframe which allowed my transfer on board to arrive safely among you. I received telepathic impressions from my helmsman, Thomas Eugene Paris and Lon Suder from my past and speculated as their true whereabouts. And so, I come to be here with you now." He turned to the two captains present, Janeway and Sisko and addressed them. "Now that I am aware of your existence. We should work on freeing everyone from the Nexus's influence. Its proximity to Earth and all points along the line trailing into the Delta Quadrant is causing the space/time continuum to reject our universe's laws of physics.. We must remedy the problem as soon as possible or there may be dire consequences." Tuvok's eyes were drawn from the ship commanders over Jadzia's shoulder to Obrien, now addressing another suddenly appeared Vulcan. Jadzia celebrated, "Ambassador Spock! What an honor.. You're just in the nick of time.. Meet one of your kin, Tuvok, and then come help us poor shadows solve our little quandary. Hmm? We have quite the puzzle for you..You see? We need to link up again with our real selves and ships outside this ribbon somehow." she glanced up and down recognizing Spock's religious robes.."This will make your Kolinahr disciplines tasks seem a bit simple.. Are you game ambassador?" The Trill lieutenant watched Spock and Tuvok exchange Vulcan greetings with that curious salute of theirs. ::The sooner these two compare notes, the better.:: she surmised. ::I want Dax back and that means returning back to Julian's sickbay BEFORE my surgery where I lost him. And with these two by my side. I just may accomplish it.:: ##Don't worry, child.## Dovin-Kah said, ##I am here to help you do just that. I must right the wrong the Pah Wraiths did by killing you.## ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Garak watched the two Vulcans arrive and smiled even bigger. "This is more fun than watching Gul Dukat squirm under Tobrin's firm hand. Two stoic Vulcans ought to figure out things in record time, no doubt, far faster than that Ferengi bar rodent over there.." Quark whirled around, his huge ears missing nothing at all. "I heard that!" he complained. He shoved his way through Spock, Janeway, Tuvok, Quark, Lore and Jadzia in front of the intermix monitor of Tuvok's Vulcan figures and stormed over to the Cardassian' side. ::Oh goody!:: Garak thought, straightening to his full height. "I love a good fight, Ferengi.. Come and get some! I've been sewing all day on human costumes and my fingers need a little workout." He egged Quark on, challenging him to a physical confrontation. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Jadzia and Sisko together by a console. Image : Tuvok in a foggy hallway. Music Midi : the Voyager title theme... ********************************************************************** From: "Lil Sister" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The new peoples in peace.. Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2001 08:05:59 -0000 Lore watched all this happenings in his eyes. And then the big ears one have angers to the reptile. "It is not honor to do this thing peoples." He held up peace hands and held them by the chests apart each from the other. "Quark and Garak. I beg of you for the captains. No. It is no place for battlings. There is much problems. We do that firstings without evils to each other, yes?" Lore sees the others listen to him. The two market keeps settle into peace for him and no fight now. But Lore knew the Garak one would chose soon to fight again when by himselve. He use his strength to make the others stop. "I will not permit." he say. He watch Quark and Garak go to another place with much distance between the two as they obey him. "I am sorry." Lore said. "But we must act as men in this place or bad things happening, yes?" Then the artifisial man went to Jadzia and Spock and all by the screen peoples. "The child is right. We must do this thing and go back to our houses. I have heartings now but I permit myself to die to have things right as before the Place of Angels. So I help with the plant tranzporterings. I go there to her now." Lore leave the command center and the captains to the Vulcan new ones and go to the garden bay where the little one be. "Hello, Naomi. I am here to help you with this all. We have new Vulcans Spock and Tuvok with the captains and this second man has a math that use energy to come here. They see now on the screen. Now we come up with the answer for the returnings for all ships. We will have the message communicater go to your real home like you say. I leave the message here." Lore touch the communicater and say, "We are in the Place of Angels. Your people Tom Paris is here and Tuvok is here not harmed to. You can speak only near the border fire where we are and where you are with these pins. Go there . We try to leaves here soon. Stand by for speakings from Tom, your missing people. He know more." Then Lore save the recording until the plant go to the moon. "I have it, Naomi. We now work on these things with the ship enginneeres to send it. Obrien and Torres may be here to help soon. We wait,yes?" Lore sit down by the child and she and he look at the moon map in and out of the fires and the math of Tuvok of the energy which brought him heres. "Let us study. We can learn much of this coming way from the world where our homes are Naomi. I know somes about engine petrole so we can help see new ideahs to help the captains." Lore set the roses planting on the tranzporter with the communicator and recording he make. "We set here." he say. "It is up to the leaders to say what to do." Naomi came to the artifishial man and read with him to pass timefall. The numbers made simple to Lore and he show the girl what they meaned and how Tuvok came as real still to the ship. She learn fast as anything and he have pleased heart with her. ::She is a good crew people even as she is so young. I wonder who her parents are?:: "Naomi, is your mother science fields?" He wait for the child or the captains or any people to have speakings with him. ********************************************************************* From: "patti keiper" Subject: Prime point proved, picked, paired and pickled. Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2001 08:22:25 -0000 Neelix missed nothing. He was relieved that Janeway had returned from her little sojourn to whereever that had been. She and Chakotay seemed more at ease now. ::Probably because of whatever transpired between them when they were off the bridge just now..:: he guessed. ::Good for them. Captains and commanders get too few breaks anyway.. I'm glad Captain Janeway and Chakotay found time to take one. I just wish I could've cooked their evening meal for them to save them even more work. Ah, well...:: he sighed. He was very glad that Kes had moved away from Garak. ::That fellow gives me the creeps even more than Suder does. And that's saying alot.:: He leaned over to Kes as she watched Naomi mumble something and slip out of her chair to leave the big bridges level via Voyager's section. "Sweetings.. I hope that cold blooded Cardassian didn't say anything to offend you. I know what I've read in the database about them. If he is anything like what Seska tried to be, masquerading as one..." Kes smiled at her companion and smoothed her pink tunic down thoughtfully, "Why Neelix.. Are you jealous of my making conversation with others? This is the first time I've been with so many people who are not part of Voyager's crew. I am three. I think I know how to watch out for myself around strangers..." she chided him, smooching the Talaxian on his cheek. >Just then, Naomi's voice came over the intercom.. to Chakotay. >Chakoty! Chakoty! I have a plant on this pad by me. We >havent tried leaving yet so why dont we try? Eoh, Jupeeters >moon isnt all in the nexis, And how do we know we cannot go? >I read on the computr at my chair up there that Captain Picard >once was in the ribbon and then left. He got out! So try with >this rose. See if it can get outside. Kes cocked her head and said aloud, "Now that sounds intriguing. If you'll excuse me for longer than two seconds, Neelix, I am going to where Naomi is to help her organize the experiment. Come with me or stay if you'd like. Things are bound to happen in both places." She left him to his own devices as a commotion from Quark drew his attention away from her. Kes slipped away quietly in the bluster which arose following Spock and Tuvok's sudden appearance on board. She saw Jadzia introduce one Vulcan to the other and smiled. ::The bridge situation is certainly in good hands now. I am best needed with Naomi.:: --------------------------------------------------------------------- Kes called out to the tiny captain's assistant in front of the botanical bay's transporter. Kes saw that she had been mindful enough to leave the dematerialization pads unpowered and one of Kes's cloned rose bushes now sat on a nearby disk. The light from overhead made the combadge pin nestled in the potted plant's stems flash. ::So that is her message beacon she talked about.::Kes realized. She saw that the usually silver chevron arrowhead was now gold and the hollow frame rectangle behind it was its silver counterpart. ::Could work with the badge like that. It is truly Nexus created. The rose bush will return to be its true form since it matches the one outside, but this badge HAS no real world double. It will be an anomaly the real Voyager can't fail to find on board once we transport it from here.:: She gave the little girl a hug and nodded to Lore, standing next to her. She then noticed Tuvok's fuel formulas on their computer screen and watched as the android taught the child basics about intermixes. She busied herself with scanning the rose bush's genetic makeup with her medical tricorder she had been carrying with her. "Naomi, you were very careful not to damage this one so it still matches the real one outside the Nexus. I see it is still like the other clones I have over on the tray. Thank you for being so careful. You are a good scientist." She saw the tiny girl beam with pride. Then Barclay came into the bay to assist them with proceedings. Kes tapped her own badge and said to the air... SEE SOUND BITE.. She waited for the holodoc to fully form in front of her. "Hello doctor. I was hoping you and Boothby could help us with taking bio readings of this plant specimen once it arrives on Io outside the Nexus." It only took a short while for her and Barclay and Lore to explain to the EMH what it was they hoped to accomplish. He asked a question when they were through. "But how will the real Voyager pick up Naomi's transmitting combadge from the surface of the moon when the shadow rose bush rephases back into its real counterpart in Voyager's hydroponics bay?" Kes grinned, "Easy doctor.. Ever heard of how old Earth short wave radios sometimes extended what frequencies they picked up based on refractions of the waves hitting Earth's ionosphere? Well, the real Voyager's proximity to the Nexus ribbon in the Delta Quadrant will allow this signal of Naomi's combadge on Io's surface in the Alpha Quadrant reach her by skimming along the interface of the ribbon itself much like the ionosphere did for that radio technology back then.. Voyager will hear the message Lore left for her to find bouncing at them even though the signal itself normally wouldn't carry farther than a few hundread kilometers away. They will then know about Tuvok's successful arrival here and Tom's. I am sure that Captain Janeway is frantic over Paris's status. She doesn't like having missing crew." "How well I know that.." the EMH harrumphed in his throat. "Very well. I will assist you with your task." The doctor called up Boothby who had been having fun whizzing around all the other ships' corridor monitors in a much more greatly expanded range than his computer matrix normally had on his usual Voyager. "Whhooo weeee!!" the holoconsult program exclaimed as he was activated by the EMH.. "That was invigorating.. Captain Janeway will be pleased to know that I have all knowledge of every ship merged with Voyager right now, including Mr. Tuvok's novel enhanced computer terminal in the middle of the common bridge at the round table. I can do anything now." "Somehow,..." the EMH remarked dryly, "I doubt that.." Boothby seemed to get bigger on his computer screen and his graying face scowled under his straw hat. "Try me..." the simulation growled.. "Ok, " the EMH said folding his arms together. "How about getting us all out of here, Einstein,.. and make it snappy." "Done.." Boothby said. And he blinked like a genie... Nothing happened. The EMH tapped his foot on the deck plating beneath his holofoot. "I'm still waiting, Boothby.." Boothby's face did a passable impression of someone going apoplexic and he turned red as a beet with the effort of concentrating.. Then the holoprogram let out his ancient breath in a huge simulated sigh.. Whoosh!! "I.....can't.....*sigh* I am not a living being so I can't use the Nexus." The EMH was heartless, "Exactly..so hush up and help me with this rose bush's bio readings. Your feelings of omnipotence are merely illusions, Boothby. Snap to." And he snapped his fingers in rude command. Kes admonished, "Doctor! How could you?" "Why should either of us care either way, Kes. We have no feelings to bruise. We're computer holoprograms.... no, even less than that.... we are shadow holoprograms on a shadow combined ship created by the living shadows of real people who aren't even here.." He frowned, confused by his own line of reasoning.. "I think..." Kes sighed a huge sigh. "And I am the unreal pilot of this Nexus so that makes me more significant than you at the moment and thus your superior and your boss so obey me, doctor. Concentrate on the task at hand. Now...." she said a little loud. "I protest, Kes! I am not inferior just because I--" the doc insisted. Kes leaned in a bit mischieviously, "Pretty real reaction for someone who has no feelings whatsoever.." she winked at him. "I think someone's been wishing a little humanity on the both of you.." Naomi Wildman just giggled behind her hands. One of her secret Nexus wishings had been truly found out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Kes and the Holodoctor in a fading out frame. Audio : Kes- Computer, activate emergency medical holographic program. *animated gif* A flowing EKG graph in green over black. *animated gif* An Energize warning in red with white lettering in a computer lcars bar. *animated gif* A three dimensional rotating rose blossom and stem. Gif : A combadge on a bar painting gold to silver left to right. ************************************************************************* From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] More than one kind of flow~~ Date: Sat, 17 Feb 2001 07:24:08 -0000 Quark still burned out to his very lobe tips. ::The nerve of that guy is apalling. I don't know why he's even here in the ribbon. A corrupt Cardassian like that is bad for business.:: The Ferengi only backed down his physical reaction to the insult he overheard from Garak when Lore stopped them from getting down to business. That android was nothing to trifle with and even Quark's sense of self perservation won out over stung pride. He went over to the center computer where Tuvok's algorithms lay. He first pitched his head one way, and then another, a finger thoughtfully on his knobby chin. "Hmmmmm." he grunted. From Ops, Harry Kim said, "Psssst.! Quark..." Quark didn't look up from his scrutiny of the figures in front of him even if several other people did. Including the Voyager captain. Harry said, "Oh. uh. Not you, captain. I was trying to..g- Never mind. I'll come down there." he said. A fill in took over his Ops controls, Harry looked at the young man, "I am cataloging all changes in ship structure integrity and trying to help get heads or tails with the engineering systems. It seems there's some blurring there, too with boundaries." The blond Terran nodded. "Understood, sir." Then Harry frowned and came a few inches away from Quark's face, studying him as intently as the barkeep was studying Tuvok's equations. Then he tapped Quark on the shoulder. Twice. "Ah!" Quark jumped, "Don't do that. You could have just called out loud or something. I was just...just eh,.. what is this stuff on the screen anyway? Earlier, I got some high Vulcan but things are changing even as I watch.." The boyish Ensign Kim grew alarmed, "Impossible.. Tuvok sent them here right before he "transported" aboard twenty three minutes ago." His change in attitude attracted all the captains' attentions and that of Tuvok and Ambassador Spock. "How can fixed mathematical calculations change on their own on a frozen screen?" Tuvok frowned as well. "There are new developments. Has anyone touched any of the computer controls since my arrival?" All heads shook in the negative, and from one corner, Garak started laughing. Garak held up innocence when Janeway turned exaggeratedly to look at the tailor. Tuvok spoke aloud, "Captain. He has not moved from that wooden bench since the android ended Quark and Garak's confrontation. But I would recommend posting security on the bridge until we know more about how our ships operate." The ginger haired captain nodded, pointing to the Ops lieutenant who relieved Harry to get on it. Harry was not surprised when Captain Sisko followed up likewise from his Defiant section of the room. Spock had gone over to the original Enterprise bridge with his arms behind his back, thoughtfully circling the ring of bridges. Then Tuvok noticed what he was trying to ascertain as well. "What time is it, ensign?" Tuvok asked Harry. Kim shrugged, glancing at a nearby chronometer on a science station. "It is 1709. Beta shift. Almost "sundown", Earthtime." Then he looked again, voicing what he saw happening. "1708. 1602. Time's flowing backward according to the ship's computer. And accelerating. But how can that be? I am thinking forward and..." He took a stylus off a table and dropped it from his fingers..It thunked to the carpet two seconds later. "Gravity's still working.." "Perhaps the laws of physics inside the Nexus are rewriting themselves due to the distortion its size is exerting on the space time continuum. Animate objects lose mass here. It is not illogical to assume that inanimate objects can't lose time in the same relationship. My equations are based on time as an intermix variable. If time changes, so will the inanimate computer illustrating it." Harry goggled, "So that's why Naomi said the ships don't need to fly. She most likely noticed changes in Voyager that we missed." The holographic physician drew out his analyzing tricorder. "Time is still normal in both your shadow and real bodies." he told listeners. "Your hair is still growing, the diurnal cycles inside your cells are still circadian according to each of your species. Whatever this new effect is, it's global." Tuvok inclined to agree. "I concur. The Nexus is ruling as it must. Perhaps we are beginning see the full effects of its influence only now. I know how attractive mind over matter has been thus far. I still see it at work." Kim balked, "But why is time flowing backwards for the ships?" Tuvok countered, "Why does time flow forward for the rest of the galaxy ensign?" Jadzia Dovin had been considering that angle carefully. ::I wonder if Dovin-Kah can sense the time disparity. He is a wormhole entity, not limited to perceiving linear time.:: Quark slapped his hands down on the tabletop where the computer monitor was changing. "It looks like our minds aren't the end all/be all that we thought they were. This river's really taking us for a ride. And I for one, don't want to wait around for the rapids. Just show me to the preverbial front door, Mr. Tuvok, and I'll just hop on out to merge back into my real self back on the station, ok?" Tuvok folded his hands, "I am afraid I did not have a contingency plan for exiting the Nexus. I was unaware of the incongruity of the physics governing the inside and outside of the ribbon when I carried out my away mission." "Oh, great." Quark moaned, "Even the Vulcans are making mistakes. I have had it. I am normally useless on a starship bridge when I belong in a bar, so a bar is where I am going to go. Only I'm not going to be the one serving. I am going to be a customer. Call me if you all come up with any bright ideas about delivering our rears out of here, hmm? First one who does, drinks free at Quarks for a full year." he said sarcastically. Then he left the bridge via the Defiant's turbodoor. The holographic doctor scoffed, "Typical Ferengi. Avoid the problem by heavy substance abuse." he turned to Garak, "Or,.in the case of others, implant abuse. No wonder he's been laughing.." he said, still watching bioreadings on the crew. Garak's smile wiped clear off his face at that breach of doctor patient confidentiality. Harry told the bridge. "I'll go get him. Last thing we need is a drunk Ferengi wishing up fantasies around here.." Kim followed Quark to whereever he headed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quark was in the Defiant's messhall, which had somehow grown a Morn, complete with his stool. "Hello, Morn.." Quark said. "Mind if I take a seat here?" he asked pointing to the place next to the mute alien. Morn dipped his great body subtlely. "Thanks.." Harry Kim hurriedly entered the room and saw that he was still in time. No bottles were down yet from the glass shelves. He irritatedly sat down on Quark's free side. The Ferengi said, "Look, Morn.. I've got a "tail." He grimaced in disgust when the giant actually leaned backwards to look at Quark's butt. "Not that kind of tail," then under his breath, "..idiot." Quark said, then he slapped the bar.."Hey... Barkeep! He shouted to the empty doorway over to the right. "What does someone have to do around here to get some service?!!" He never even expected who showed up behind the counter to serve him. ------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image :Rumpelstiltskin from DS9's If Wishes Were Horses show. Image : An imbibing Morn. Gif: The official Paramount logo. ************************************************************ From: "Nick Lewis" Date: Sat Feb 17, 2001 5:19pm Subject: Dancing on the light from star to star Tom has been sitting back thus far, letting the rest of the crew take care of things. They obviously know more about what's going on than him. Quite frankly, Tom feels a little out-of-place since Tuvok told him his memories were two years behind. No... more than out-of-place. He feels like he's been scooped up and dropped in the middle of a nightmare. These people look like the people he remembers, but they're not. They're shadows of people two years ahead of him, hell they might as well be aliens for all the connection he feels to them right now. *So if they're not my crewmates, then I don't have to have anything to do with them.* Tom realises in the back of his mind that something's wrong. But at the moment, all he wants to do is sort his head around everything that's happened and sitting here isn't going to help him do that. So... where else is there to run from the future, than to the past. Where indeed! And with a flash, Tom disappears from the bridge, the Nexus granting his wish... Tom opens one eye and smiles. His favourite window seat, a black hole sitting in a glass in front of him. A voice from behind startles him. "What are you looking at?" Tom sees the familiar purple robes of Guinan the bartender. "Just appreciating the familiar, Guinan" he says, turning back round to look at the stars. "You never tire of them do you.... the stars." "Should I? Each star represents a new place, a new challenge. Sometimes I can look out there and see all the possibilities playing out in front of me... like dancers on a starmap of the future." "Doesn't the future ever worry you? There's a lot out there that we don't know... that we perhaps shouldn't know." Tom puts his surveyal of the streaking stars on hold. "I get the feeling you know more than you usually let on, Guinan. What's out there?" Guinan shrugs, then spies a newcomer to Ten Forward across the room. "I'll leave you and Ensign Jackson alone." Tom jumps up as Erin sees him. *Now here comes a particularly alluring star* he thinks appreciatively. It's midway through their date though when the nagging doubt at the back of his mind returns to give him grief. *What am I doing here?* *You're reliving a pleasant memory* he tells himself, but his mind rebels. *On the Enterprise? I never served on that ship?* A flash and Tom suddenly finds himself outside his quarters. Great, first Tuvok tells him he's lost two years, then he starts remembering things that never even happened. What the hell is happening to him? He shakes his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs. He's tempted to go into his quarters, but detours instead to the mess-hall in the hope that Neelix has something. His stomach tells him it's past lunchtime anyway. It's dark though as he enters the mess-hall. "Neelix?" he calls. The affable talaxian mustn't be here. He's about to leave when the lights suddenly flick on and there's a tremendous chorus of "SURPRISE!!!" Tom is initially confused until he sees the cake. *Oh god! The birthday party they threw me during our second year out here. I remember.* He grins as he relives the party. His friends hand out various presents and they all swap old stories. It was a perfect night, made even more special afterwards when Kes and himself ended up standing outside his quarters again, giggling. "Wanna come in?" Tom grins. "It *is* your birthday" she whispers in his ear. She presses the plate allowing entry. Almost skipping in, she collapses on the couch. They're both just a bit tipsy. Tom saunters in and puts a privacy lock on the door. He sits on the couch and smiles at Kes. In a sudden move she wraps her arms round him and falls backwards, Tom lying on top of her. She giggles again, then sighs as Tom lightly presses his lips to hers. *THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN* a voice in his mind shouts at him. Tom breaks away from Kes for a second and looks confused. Kes frowns. "What's wrong, Tom?" He dismisses the voice and leans in to the lovely Kes. How can he ignore her. "Nothing. Everything's perfect" he whispers. She smiles as they kiss... ******************************************************************************** From: "robert catrair" Date: Sun Feb 18, 2001 9:07am Subject: back ground check Worf Has left the bridge to try and think what to do and how to handle the problems at hand. Who is real? who is a shadow person? how to handle the people that have been the cause of pain in his life from the past. So he went to the gym to work out and to keep in shape for the fight yet to come. while he was going though his work out and practice his fighting style. he came to the conclusion to look into the logs of the people he did not know. Capt. janeway her first officer Chakotay the brother of data lore whom try to kill himself as well as fellow officers on the enterprise the new klingon half-breed B'Ellana Torres a person named Neelix and kes what to do how to handle the need to keep total security control on the combine ships After returning to what look like his quarters worf started to look at the mission logs of all the ships and notice that the only one with a past was the defiant **************************************************************************** From: GeoHard@aol.com Date: Sun Feb 18, 2001 1:35pm Subject: Spock & O'Brian Spock looked around the huge bridge. "The levels of design and redundancy as well as the oddly configured command center lead to the conclusion that this ship belongs to some sort of alliance. I would assume by extrapolation from known design that the console area there and immediately adjacent mine are of Federation design, but seemingly advanced by decades over what I am accustomed to." "Well they are all Federation designs, 3 of which I am familiar with." Said O'Brian, "The Voyager section," O'Brian gestured over his shoulder "is the newest, but parts of this bridge are from my ship, the Defiant, as a matter of fact the Defiant's whole bridge is here but it has been…been integrated with the rest of this". Spock pondered this for a moment, "and this integration was what you were studying when I arrived?" "Yes, er, I assume so, Spock, I merely turned around in response to your voice and found you at that antiquated science station." "Fascinating", Spock turned back to his old console and began running a diagnostic program he had written, peculiar he couldn't quite remember when he had written it. "Unusual" he said aloud. "Ambassador…Er, Mr. Spock" O'Brian started, "You seem much younger than you were on the Enterprise and with the unusual hallucinations and popping in and out of phase that seems to be going on, " O'Brian ran out of words. An unasked question hung in the air. Spock spoke in Vulcan, "Sorat benocka septui. Thought is born from sentience." Said Spock. "To answer the obvious with the obvious answer" O'Brian chuckled, " Cognito ergo sum". "I think, therefore I am" translated Spock ::Vulcan Logic to the rescue:: though O'Brian. "But that leaves a couple other questions, why and where chief among them." "We must also consider at some point, Who is responsible, but first let us work with the information we can gather" Spock turned to his console as O'Brian watched. After several hours of intense work O'Brian pushed himself back from the station. "I don't know about you Spock, but I'm getting hungry and could probably use some coffee or a RaK'tageno". Spock nodded, "I have almost reached a working hypothesis, perhaps an informal exchange would be of benefit". I suppose that means I should find the replicator thought O'Brian. You would think with 4 combined bridges there would be one some where. "I believe that would be an excellent design addition," added Spock to O'Brians' unspoken thought. When there was no response Spock turned slowly to see O'Brian frozen in position. O'Brian's universe flickered, wobbled, and blurred then sharpened around him like a display screen with a slow autolock. He noticed there was a cup of RaK'tageno in his hand. The bridge, which had been large and empty, was full of people. He recognized several from the Defiant crew as well as Ens. Kim although the Klingon engineer from Voyager was missing. Another Vulcan came forward from the group and held his hand in the Vulcan greeting and from behind he heard Spock's reply. Soon the two Vulcans were exchanging theories and spatial differential equations quicker than seemed possible. A small crowd gathered around the science station that displayed Tuvok's high Vulcan glyphs and watched with amazement as the language of logic united two of her more fluent sons. That many among the united crews were able to follow, even peripherally, stood as a testament to the intelligence of the crews. O'Brian had a headache. As the assembled crowd nodded in agreement with the Vuclans preliminary conclusions Janeway noticed that a new hypothesis was drawing near. "Tuvok, there seem to be three separate hypotheses' in those equations, do they overlay atop a non linear curve?" Spock raised a single eyebrow at Tuvok. "Yes, Captain Janeway is often extremely intuitive in matters of logic, although quite often I am at a loss to follow her deductive leaps." "I have found that a trait common among excellent Starfleet officers," stated Spock nodding to Janeway and the crew. "That is a trait which may require a bit of exercise if we are to extradite ourselves from this situation, should that be the proper course." added Tuvok. "I presume the final course is dependent on the different hypothesis'?" questioned Dax. "Exactly," replied Spock. There are at least three separate ways to account for our current circumstance, all or none are possibly true and none can be empirically proven at this point." A roaring silence greeted this explanation. "Quite simply put, unless we can obtain verifiable, independent data our current situation is immeasurable. Without the ability to identify where, and when we are it will be extremely difficult to leave, assuming we should even try to do so," said Tuvok. "According to a filtered analysis of the combined sensor readings from all 4 ships we are currently encased within a protonic/chronoic energy medium varying from a diameter of 11 meters to 360 kilometers, that stretches across 3 different quadrants for a distance of over 120,000 light years. Unfortunately the interior time scale can be measured at over 500 years, a time distance ratio unimaginable even through ultra/warp space calculations." "This is compounded by the inability to trust the measurements by which these figures were arrived." Added Tuvock by way of explanation, which explained little. "I'm sorry, I speak a different type of techno babble," said O'Brian, l "I think I'll head down to engineering in case we do decide to leave. We'll probably need reliable engines up and running. Is that where Torres went?" he asked. "I'm not certain, perhaps she followed Lor and that little girl. "Said Garak. "Lor! You let Lor wander around with a child?!? Computer, What's the location of the Android Lor!?! " "Lor is currently in the botanical bay on level 16" "I'm going there! Captain, I may need some help!" Sisko looked to Janeway who nodded her concurrence. "Take a security team, but Chief," Sisko looked straight at O'Brian, "you are not leading a group of villagers with torches, if you feel the situation requires it restrain Lor, but I would prefer you request he consent to an examination by several of our experts". "But, Naomi's safety is our prime concern" said Janeway to Sisko. "Agreed, and chief, be careful". "Aye, Sir." said O'Brian gathering several people for his security detail and leaving. The bridge's attention slowly turned back to the two Vulcan's as the security detail left. Dax decided to start what she was sure to be a long round of questioning. Taking a sip of RaK'tageno she cleared her throat and nodding to Cpt. Sisko began. "I've done a few tests on the combined sensors myself, outside of some irregularities possibly combined by misalignment and the difficulty of integrating such diverse systems they seem to operate within the specified parameters." Sisko winced at the statement, if anyone could match logic with a Vulcan it was the old man, he understood the situation perfectly "you feel the sensors are unreliable because of there very existence" Sisko added. "Exactly" stated Tuvok, "how this ship came to be, the altered reality and our altered reactions are being controlled and altered constantly by as yet unknown forces. For example several hours ago you measured my weigh in an attempt to establish my reality, Lt. Commander Dax. But the device used and the circumstances under which it was used are suspect." "Since we are using objects within the Nexus to measure other objects in an area where reality itself is suspect there is no established benchmark to govern those measurements." Spock paused then slowly released his first bomb. "This leads us to hypothesis one, Since there are no measurements within this place that are not affected by it's uncertain reality, unless we can establish an outside benchmark there can be no reliable physical answers. "I see," said Janeway then after a moment of thought, " That of course leads to the question of what or who created this conjunction of ships and for what purpose. Since the reality of all of us has been drawn back into suspicion there is no way to know if it was created by any of us here and if someone were to claim credit if they are being truthful." Spock raised another eyebrow. "That of course leads into the second hypothesis that some or none of us are real and may or may not be responsible for our current situation. We could all be shadows and this merely a gathering of disembodied Ka's. This of course is also unknowable by traditional scientific means. Possibly by using some specific Vulcan mind control techniques more information may be gained" "But, such information would of course be subject to the same reliability as the possible existence of the examiner," added Tuvok. "A double blind system could possibly be utilized, but that would of course be dependent on the subjective reliability of the observers." The silence that followed Tuvok's remarks was long and pregnant as each crew member searched for an solution while doubting their own existence. Finally Sisko voiced the thoughts that were on several minds, "Real or unreal, substance or shadow, I will find a way to solve this dilemma and return as many as possible to their proper reality. I will take actions according to what I believe to be right, and Damn the Consequences!" Several of the crew nodded in determined agreement. "Well spoken Captain," said Janeway with a nod. "I believe there is a third hypothesis?" "Yes captain", replied Tuvok "but I suggest we take a little time to absorb and discuss the first two before continuing". "I agree," stated Spock, "to use an old Earth expression, we can convey the appropriate information but both the format and substance may be unpalatable". "I can tell you but you ain't gonna like it", Sisko translated. *********************************************************************** From: "Fran Catrair" Date: Sun Feb 18, 2001 11:05pm Subject: Engineering Overload B'Elanna was glad to be off the combined bridges. She knew she should have stayed, as the current senior ranking officer of Voyager, but she just couldn't take it anymore. ::Diplomacy was never my strong suit.:: she mused. She was angry with that Cardassian and the annoying android. She found a new appreciation for the captain and commander, as she reminded herself that Chakotay and Janeway had to be diplomatic every day. ::All things aside, I'm NOT putting in for a command position any time in the near future!:: she concluded, a grim smile on her face. Grimacing, B'Elanna continued on through the hallways. She noticed some paths that were familiar, and then she would take a turn and she wouldn't know where the heck she was. As her frustration increased, a thought came upon her. ::I am in a 'shadow universe', right? I 'thought' myself off that Barge, I bet I can 'think' myself into engineering.:: she thought. Concentrating, she began to think about engineering. She felt a faint stirring. Opening up her eyes, she was not prepared for what she saw before her. She was in engineering alright. It was huge. The neat layout of the bridge was not the case in engineering. ::Guess that android or symbiont or whoever didn't really thing of EVERYTHING now, did they?:: she thought. Something was not right. There were instrumentations all over; the worst part was some instruments were not in the right place. At least what was normally the right place. Edging cautiously forward, she finally made her way to the warp core. The warp core was huge; at least 3 times the size of Voyager's core. It was glowing a brilliant shade of blue. It hummed. Going up to the instruments surrounding the core, B'Elanna reached out and touched one. And got an instant surge of pain up her arm. Looking down, her arm appeared to be going in and out, in a state of flux. Groaning in pain and gritting her teeth, she grabbed her arm, finally able to gingerly grab it and control it, pulling it to her midsection and holding it protectively. Calming her breathing, she finally became aware that the humming in the core had dramatically increased. Looking at it further, it now glowed a deep shade of violet. ::Uh-oh, this isn't good.:: she thought to herself. Suddenly, the voice started in her head again. It was too much. After the pain she had suffered with her arm, her defenses were just unable to cope and fight anymore. (OOC - See sound bite) =^= Torres to Bridge.=^= she gasped, gritting her teeth. She needed to get this out before she lost consciousness. =^= Emergency...in...Engineering! I need...help...problems...with...core... Need...medical... assistan....=^= she finally lost consciousness, amidst images swirling in her head. --------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Torres at a console. Image : Torres in a close up looking up at a glowing engine core. Audio : B'Elanna- Torres to Bridge. ************************************************************** END WEEK SIX RECAP 02-19-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} WEEK SEVEN RECAP 02-20-01 {voyagerliveaction@egroups.com} ****************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: The one over us all-- Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 19:18:12 -0000 Lon Suder was speculative, the immensity of his thoughts filling him with a sense of wonder. He was calm inside while everything else around him was chaos. Usually, the emotions of others around him built to levels which drove him to watch any violence being committed around him by crewman and civilians nearest him. ::My counselor told me Hell's kitchen syndrome.. What does he know? Overcrowded rats in a fire do shred each other for escape but so do ones not burning alive.. Why is that?:: Then the Betazed realized he was alone in Garak's tailor shop and he feels where the crew of all the ships had gone. Most were gathered on the bridge so he went there in a blink. "Hello, Tuvok." he said to the man with another Vulcan near the cluster of officers. "I wanted to thank you personally for bringing me back into existence with your thought, sir. I was told by these," he flicked a hand toward Janeway and Neelix, "that I was dead. My guess is that somehow, our past meld outside has made it possible for me to live again in this Nexus." Tuvok's face showed an emotion, that distressed Captain Janeway. ::He's been wounded by this..:: she thought. "Tuvok?" she whispered. Tuvok closed his eyes, shutting out Suder's black ones, "I.. must admit to a transgression, captain, and Mr. Suder. My...deepseated attraction that I felt for your violence hunger back then has never truly been conquered.. Or I would not have pulled you here from death Suder. That mind bond should have been severed. Forgive me. I.. have committed an atrocity upon you, Lon, for not letting you go entirely." Lon thought carefully about that and stared unblinkingly at Tuvok and the discreetly averted Spock as this admission played out. "Forget it. You're a Vulcan with emotions in spite of what you may think. Strong ones would be compelling if one is used to supressing them. Now that I am "alive." I want to do more. I remember how I died trying to save Voyager from those hijackers." Lon inside felt Tuvok's mind briefly before it hastily slammed into silence.. Suder looked around at Spock and the others there in front of him. "So,.. am I a shadow? .Or real..? " He crooked a finger out the viewscreen at the storm of the ribbon. "Past that, I am nothing. Dead. Except to him." He swung a finger at Tuvok. "Just where does that leave me, captains? " he said to Sisko, Janeway, and another balding captain he sensed newly appeared with a flute only in his mind. "Do I die once we escape from this Paradise? I for one.. am not going to find out.." Suder frowned and ran out into Voyager's elevator and vanished. Tuvok started to go after him but Janeway stopped him with a hand. ::Let him go.:: her eyes seem to say. Tuvok drew himself away from his mentor, Spock, who had seen his inner shame in Suder's words. The ambassador pretended interest in the theories lying within the calculations on the screen before him offering polite distance to the younger Vulcan. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Suder wandered, searching for anything that was not shadow. He could feel the emotions of those real more clearly now. Wesley was nearby, just watching out of sight. Barclay was in full swing lecturing to Lore and Naomi and Kes about theories. Tom was..... amorous with a figment in his cabin. Lon pushed these three away looking for something different within his empathy. ::There must be another here..Just like Spock says. Or why have a Nexus at all. It is too ideal for people to have just happened on its own..:: He found his way to engineering and a source of subtle violence. He saw B'Elanna Torres by a pulsating, hideous purple warp core and her emotions were of fighting pain. Lon was drawn to her hungrily drinking in the emotion. ::I shouldn't be feeling this, she is just a shadow.. There must be a real presence at work for me to feel pulled to her.:: Suder sensed the duality in the Lieutenant from the doorway.. Then her hand was twisted in an effect and the thrill of shock coursed through Lon as well. ::Dimensional angst..ahh! She must get away from the core!:: Suder rushed towards her just as she sent out her frantic call to the bridge. =^= Torres to Bridge.=^= she gasped, gritting her teeth. She needed to get this out before she lost consciousness. =^= Emergency...in...Engineering! I need...help...problems...with...core... Need...medical... assistan....=^= Suder saw her crumple to the deck in a heap. He got to her side and reached as if to check her vital signs but his hand trembled and rested instead on the side of her face. He was lost... ##Compel. Contact. Link broken. Reset...biological...## something said in her mind. ::What is this?:: Lon thought. ::This aspect isn't Torres emotions here at all..:: he frowned to himself. Then she gasped and Lon shook out of his empathetic sense. She was in trouble medically as well. Suder swept a hand down her body, looking for injury and his palm sank into the area where B'Elanna's hand was phasing in and out of reality. The fingers were elongating and twisting nauseatingly. But Lon's were uneffected. Suder thought a moment and dragged Torres away from the darkened warp core. Her hand didn't seem to want to be freed from whatever it was that held it. A stream of energy seemed to be stretching from the console she had touched earlier to the limb. Then it gave with a plasmic snap! Lon and B'Elanna fell to the carpet. Suder stared at the place in the air that was still wrinkling, sobbing with pain. ::That voice.. It is coming from there!!:: He ignored the tears flowing down his face and he pulled B'Elanna's head into his lap, feeling for her pulse. It was wavering. He willed a cortical stabilizer into being and placed it on her temple, leaning close to her ear. "I know it is there, too. Don't give into that voice. It can't hurt you anymore Torres. Don't let it. I will make you stay while you fight it. You won't die like I did." The engineer was deeply out and that hand was glowing purple, like the angry core humming above them. "Hold on.. the others are on their way.." He cradled her into a better position so she could breathe more easily. #Seeking parameters... Specify.. Specify..Specify..# "Why don't you just ShuT UPPP!!!" Lon said to the same voice now is his own head, too. He clenched his nails into his own palm so hard that blood trailed down.. Under his hands, Torres convulsed. Suder held her cushioned, until it passed. Then blood flowed from her mouth and he brushed it away. Its scent brought down the violence hunger in him. The same one which Tuvok had cured from him. Suder closed his eyes and saw a blurry image from the future.. ::More violence is coming? And that face.. he is the one bringing this here. His eyes match the warp core. They're lilac. And this Nexus is.... his??" --------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: Close up of Lon Suder, intense. Image: Paris and the EMH over a critical B'Elanna in sickbay. Audio: Computer-One minute to Auto self destruct. Image: Violent looking Tuvok. Image : Explosion with two women. Image : Paris and Chakotay doing triage for injuries on downed crew. Image : One of those down is B'Elanna. Audio : Computer-Authorization denied. Gif- A flaming fuse crawling on a bar. Image : A grinning Vorta, Weyoun. ******************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Here's to spinning heads. TANDEM 3 Way.. Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2001 23:05:23 -0000 Tandem post between "myron ojala" and "fran catrair" and "patti keiper" VIA Hotmail Messenger.. Lon looked up at the sound of running footsteps coming towards him and B'Elanna beneath the angry warp core.. She was still holding on.. ::Now we can get her some help:: "Over here.." he shouted.. Kes and Neelix burst into the eerie light and knelt next to them with a double set of medkits.. "How is she?" Kes asked.. Lon replied, "I'm not sure.. There was a strange energy phenomena that came from the core. It grabbed her and now she is as she is.." Kes said, "Don't move her yet. I have to check something." She swept a med tricorder over that area of B'Elanna's hand that was phosphorescing.. "This is why she is sick.. Thoron radiation... Kes to the EMH. Report to engineering at once. We have a massive outbreak of radiation.. Evacuate this deck. Notify the captains immediately!!" ::I can always decomtaminate later.:: Kes thought. ::Neelix too.:: She saw that B'Elanna was post seizure but her throat was clear.. Lon had made sure of that. She injected a radiation buffer into Torres's arm."She'll wake up very soon.. Now, you..." she aimed her scanner at Lon.. But he was clear! Lon said, "My hand didn't change like hers did for some reason.. Maybe you and Mr. Neelix here have the same immunity. If you spread the readings out, it may be that the radiation is localized.. I am getting no distressful feelings from the crew in the other bays near here." ::That appartition over there seems to indicate that there is something or someone endangering the ships and crew..:: Neelix shuddered.. "You mean this isn't one of the nightmares from one who hasn't figured things out yet?" the Talaxian said. He helped him roll B'Elanna out of Lon's arms and lower her to the deck. The engineer began to moan once the counter medication began to do its work.. Kes worked for a few seconds making sure that B'Elanna was in no danger.. The EMH came into being but his matrix sputtered into being.. "Kes! The radiation's too high..Get out of there!" the EMH said before he winked out again.. Kes tapped her combadge.. "Kes to the EMH.. we're all right... we aren't being contaminated..!" Neelix added, "Only B'Elanna showed signs and Kes fixed that already. She's awakening.." Torres started to move around and stretch her limbs reflexively. She felt strange. Looking down at her hand, she noticed it was no longer in a state of flux. With her physical state appearing normal, she looked around at those gathered there. "What do you want with me? Leave me alone!" she said, jerking her body away from them. Torres coldly glared around the room. "You people want to hurt me! I just want to get home!" She was able to get up onto her feet and back away from them, toward the warp core. Suder envisioned in his mind an engineering tricorder which then appeared inside of his hands. Making a full sweep of engineering, he discovered that there was a pinhole sized rift in the local space time.." Don't go over there!!" Kes and Neelix froze in place, "No! Lieutenant ..come back to us.. And we'll bring you to sickbay.." Neelix tried to smile at B'Elanna, "The transporters won't work because of this radiation you've suffered. Let us help you.." The purple core slowed as the engineer drew close to it.. The wrinkle in the air solidified and they could not believe what happened next.. B'Elanna continued on, her voice cold and calculating. "No, I don't know any of you. You can't tell me what to do! I am alone, and it is the fault of you and because of those like you. Go away!" A hand was slowly coming through behind her like somebody being born.. She actually began to relax. She reached out a hand to meet the one coming out of the core. Their hands touched. Suder lunged towards her, not knowing if there was danger. He grabbed her away but the grip could not be broken. It was done. Weyoun was suddenly alive again .. Kes discreetly summoned security.. Neelix stood in front of Kes shielding her activity from Weyoun's eyes. There was a bright burst of light, filling engineering. "She" felt strong and powerful. The energy coursed through her body. It felt omnipotent. ::This is it. I'm free!:: the triumphant voice in her head shouted. Lon approached the Vorta but he didn't know who he was. Nor did he say anything to him. ::Ahh! :: Lon knew then. "It's here. This is the voice." Turning to the others, an evil smile came onto her face. "Ah, it feels wonderful to be alive again. I waited a long time for you all. Thank you for your help. This being will be a wonderful body." Kes scanned the room again.. the radiation was completely gone.. ::That danger is over, at least.. I am not so sure about this new one..:: Weyoun looked around the room. It appeared bright and glowing from the after affects of his 'arrival'. The warp core had settled into a faded, relaxed violet color. She was quite pleased. ::Yes, this ship will do nicely." Neelix said, "uhh, sweetings? That's, eh.. not B'Elanna..." Suder approached the former chief engineer, peering into his/her eyes, "Who are you..? I've felt you before your arrival. You were torturing this woman.." ::I have to be careful.:: Weyoun eyed Lon distrustfully. "Thank you for your help. The rage in you is quite strong. I knew I wanted to be in this realm after getting a taste of your rage...your power." he oozed. Something inside Lon withered.. he was seen through so clearly.. "W-what? I don't understand what you are talking about." Neelix motioned the security team at the door to a halt with a gesture.. But they didn't know where to aim phasers.. Neelix told them.. "It's Torres. Something is inside of her." "Come, come now, my dear boy...surely you don't think I don't know of your past history. Your rage. Your anger. You think Tuvok brought you here? You're wrong; it was me!" he concluded with a satisfied smile. Kes palmed a hypo,, whispering to them.."The radiation is gone.. if I can get close I can--" A loud rawkcious laughter broke her sentence.. Lon felt a cold dread wrap around his stomach.. He locked down his thoughts :: I have to control myself..:: "Join me, my brother. You don't need to prove anything to anyone. Join me and we will feast on your rage together. You will live forever!" he coaxed softly to Lon. Kes edged nearer to B'Elanna/Weyoun.. she kept to the darkness beneath the warp core which was silent now.. Suder, "I maybe be a little emotionally confused at the moment but I am not stupid." told the joined being. Neelix talked to the guards, drawing Weyoun's eyes, when they started to move. Weyoun noticed the security team at the door. "I wouldn't if were you!" he warned. Suddenly, a beam of core energy shot from his eyes to the security team. One guard, the one closest to him, was immediately disintegrated. Lon looked at B'Elanna who's eyes were now lilac as the core was during Weyoun's coming. Suder felt that death like candy.. It was slowly bringing out the violence hunger..::I feel as if I want.....more.:: "NO!!"" he said aloud. Kes screamed.. Neelix looked away. Kes dropped her hypo to the carpet when B'Elanna saw right through her ploy.. Lon laughed.. "We will enrage together. You will live forever!" Weyoun coaxed. Kes edged nearer to B'Elanna/Weyoun.. she kept to the darkness beneath the warp core which was silent now.. she was intent on saving B'Elanna. "Foolish people! Don't mess with me! You don't want to try!" He glared at Kes and he heard her scream. Turning back to Lon, he continued with his persuasion. "Don't tell me you didn't FEEL that. That you didn't take pleasure in that pain jolt just now." Lon shook and sweat, then he spoke. "We are in the Nexus..Weyoun. We are who we imagine ourselves to be. And I am imagining you... out of B'Elanna.." Suder's arms sank into her up to his elbows.. He gave a huge tug and they were suddenly ...two.. One Torres and one shaken Vorta. A security guard promptly stunned the Vorta.. B'Elanna felt suddenly weak. She felt drained, and passed out on the floor in a heap. Kes sobbed in relief and let the guards take custody of the strange man. She went to reach for B'Elanna.. "Lt... are you all right now?" she prompted. Her scans showed that the physical trauma Torres suffered in her seizure was now gone. The Klingon woman was awake already. ::Odd.:: Neelix hung back.. Suder looked strange.. B'Elanna looked up slowly at Kes. She looked down at her arm, which appeared to be back to normal. She quickly swerved her body around and noticed the warp core was back to normal. Turning back to Kes, she said, "I'm fine, Kes. Thanks. I'm glad you were able to hear my distress call. That energy burst sure felt odd." ::It's still there..:: Lon gasped mentally. ::I thought it was gone..my ..illness. I felt it control me again when that guard died....:: Kes took B'Elanna's arm gently.. "Let's get you to sickbay." Upon seeing the relieved looks on the faces of Kes and Neelix, Weyoun's aspect looked again at Suder. ::Yes, he did feel something. I will need to work more on him. Looks like Tuvok has accomplished alot in their exercises. Nothing that I can't handle, though.:: She slowly got up and smiled again at Kes and Neelix. ::For now.:: He took on the face and manner of B'Elanna. Lon watched B'Elanna acquiesce to the young woman's attentions. "Yes, Lt. that would be best..she's still not recovered .." Outwardly, Lon felt calm, inside he was writhing.He still felt the repercussions of the security guard's death and then, he knew Tuvok knew it too. "Let's go to the doctor first, and then ,.. I think we all need to talk to Tuvok.. -------------------------------------------- B'Elanna patiently waited for the doctor to finish. She would just bide her time. ::Patience.:: she reminded herself. Looking at the doctor, she said, "I'm sorry, doctor, it's been a long day. If you are finished, I think I'll go back to the bridge and report our findings there." "Hmmm, seems like none the worse for wear.." the EMH frowned. "But hold on one moment, I'd still like too do a feinberger." ::I should like to analyze her personality profile.:: the holodoc thought. Kes smiled at Torres, "It won't take long.." B'Elanna glared at him. "A what?"" she fumed. " I told you, doctor, I feel fine." She flexed her previously afflicted arm reflexively. "See? Good as new." "That's physically... But Kes and Neelix here says that upstairs may still be less than stellar." he said gently. B'Elanna was irritated. "I told you, I feel fine. I'm a little fatigued, but I'll stop by the mess and grab something to eat and I'll get my energy back in no time!" she concluded. She slid off the medical bed. "No.." the EMH locked her down.. with a forcefield. "You aren't going to do a disappearing act on me until I say so.." Neelix said, "B'Elanna...The good doctor hasn't cleared you yet. Let the man do his work..." he encouraged. Then Neelix shuddered. ::I wonder where Suder went off to?:: Lt. Torres would hear none of it. Suddenly, she altered. "Doctor! You don't have a right to do this! Let me go!" Torres shouted, Struggling against the bonds of the forcefield. Kes thought. ::I have much to get ready for the doctor.:: "Seems her encounter has effected her worse than we thought." She handed the doctor the scanner for the prelim feinberger. "B'Elanna, what's the last thing you remember.. Has this voice been in your head long?" B'Elanna still fumed. "I don't know what you're talking about!" she spat at the Ocampan. Neelix said, "Of course you do.. Tell her what you said to the guard before he was killed.. I tell you doctor, it was most striking coming from the lieutenant. Made the hair stand up on the back of my neck." Kes nodded in agreement. "Just help us help you... and answer him, B'Elanna." B'Elanna felt tired. She knew she couldn't get away from this. Sighing, she spoke finally. "I have heard him for quite some time." Kes frowned "You mean that horrid man with the violet eyes? Neelix said, "I saw his kind once in a book in the the library.. it WAS a Vorta.." B'Elanna thought about Kes's question. Weyoun made her sound like the engineer they all knew. "I don't know. I think so. It was a male voice. He kept saying he needed help. Strange. I always seemed to hear him whenever I was fatigued or stressed." Kes "reached" with her sense.. "I still feel a duality in her doctor.. But it's not so strong anymore.." The EMH looked up in surprise. It wasn't often his assistant used her own latent powers. It was an interesting topic he would later bring up to the captains or even the two Vulcans now running around on board. B'Elanna, her own self, suddenly felt a dark anger come over her. "Let me go! " she roared. "You can't keep me here!" She desperately began to struggle against the forcefield, her body writhing desperately. She cursed some rare Klingon phrases. Finally, she let out one last, desperate scream. "N-O-O-O!!!" and collapsed into unconsciousness. The doctor crossed himself and said, "Domine deus estraeu, Patris." he stared wryly at the rest of the crew around him, "Did that strike you as a little ridiculous? Sorry, I'm a doctor not a..spiritual counselor.." Kes smiled. "No, you're not, now, that would be Janeway's department.. Chakotay just made her into one for his own people." "Until our fine captain gets here, maybe now Torres'll get the detachment she needs and let the rest of us work on her." then,. "hhmm... I wonder if Captain Janeway's ready to tackle her first case..." ---------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Voyager enveloped by purple light. *animated gif* Spinning medical tricorder. Image : Kes, the EMH, and Neelix discuss tricorder readings in sickbay. Gif: A blue band bar terminating in gold combadges. **************************************************** From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: Diaper Capers~~~ Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2001 05:18:16 -0000 Harry blinked and rubbed his eyes, peering at the man pouring Quark his drink. He stood all of two feet high with a hat of red felt and a troll's beard.. "Uhh,.. Quark? Do you see the same....little man I see right now uncorking that mead?" Quark grinned, "Yeah, so what, Hu-man.. Why don't you go back and look pretty on the bridge or something..I'm im-bib-ing...." he enunciated very clearly on the word while he drizzled the astringent beverage from its musty, spiderwebbed clay jug. The chains on the mead rattled as Quark swallowed. Chink Chink..Chink.. It was hypnotic.. Finally, Harry pulled it away, disgustingly wiping off the ancient cobwebs sticking to his fingers on his pants leg. Quark let out a yeasty belch.. **Glad you like it...** Rumplestiltskin grinned, ignoring the young ensign still fantasy shocked. **And I have a LOT more where that came from friend.. Got the King's daughter for good this time.. See?** He held up Chief O'Brien's tiny daughter Molly by the scruff of the neck where she lay sleeping in a mass of hay at his feet. **This one knows how to spin GOLD..** he winked.. Quark, plastered from the first moment, grinned jerkily.. "R-Really?.. That's.." his face fanned excitedly.."that's" he frowned..ruefully in the next instant."...almost like gold pressed latinum.. How much has she woven?" the Ferengi asked. Rumplestiltskin crooked a finger out the window of the Defiant's mess hall bar entryway. Half a shuttle sized mass of filaments winked golden in the fire of the common ships running lights. "Oh, my mother's ears!!" Quark gasped.. "H-How did you get the little tykette to weave so much?" he asked the short little bartender.. Rumplestiltskin shrugged, "I told her her mommy was coming home one day sooner for every bushel she made." Harry shrieked, "That's cruel! I overheard the chief saying that he had just left his wife's quarters discussing her three month away assignment with her school children. Which began YESTERDAY I might add." **Exactly.** the troll smirked.**All the more incentive for the stinking child to work for once. Never fails. Just wave a parent's absence or two in front of her.** Harry drew up an angry sleeve.. **Ah ah ah..** Rumplestiltskin waggled a finger. **My other friends may not like it too well if you resort to fisticuffs.** "Who?!" Ensign Kim roared. **Them...** the quirking barkeep angled his hat. Harry saw four sets of gnarly feet ten feet high that he had mistaken for part of the cave like grotto scenery surrounding all the bar stools.::ohmygod, they're giants...:: he quailed. Molly awoke, "Is mommy home yet?" she asked beguilingly of her troll captor. "My fingers are getting sore.." **Hush. You've plenty more to do in the morning before you see a hair of your mother, monkey eyes.** Rumpletiltskin threatened. Molly began to sob, "But I don't want t- too h00000oooo..*sniff* Harry couldn't stand it and swiped off Rumplestiltskin's cap, making the little man snatch for it using his superior height. **Hey, Earther.. Give that back.. You know I can only act like I am supposed to act here. And your fairy tale SAYS for me to be snivelly. It's my nature.. So give it back or you are no better than I am.** Kim dropped the stinking hat back onto the counter. The sight of the gnome's warty head was making him nauseated. "Take it.. Just...Peeeyoowww.. Fah! What a stench." Quark grunted from his second flask of mead, sniffing. "What? Nice aftershave..? Your sniffer has got to be off." Harry swept up young Molly O'Brien in his arms occupying her away from her tears with a shiny bar drink decoration, foil peter pan tinkerbells. "At least, let me get her back home to her father.." he reasoned with the two amazingly troll like visages staring at him. "She needs changing.." **Eooww.. I forget. Humans aren't litter trained until they reach four or five.** Rumplestiltskin said, rubbing his hands onto his tunic vest. **Take her then.. I can always hold the father over a barrel later, for her, using my giants...** Harry blinked askance.. "Thankyou.. er,.. I think. That is very considerate of you.." he said uncertainly. "But tell me one thing, Rumply." **That's Rumplestiltskin!!** he shivered in disgust at the mispronunciation. **Get it right Harry..or I'll-** "..or you'll what,little troll, bury me alive in a hill of ants? I don't think so. You weren't written to act that way.." he said smugly, crossing his arms over his elbows in satisfaction.."You can only bluff terror into your victims." **Curses.. ** the barkeep snapped. **Quark!** "What?" the Ferengi answered back, **I quit!** With that, the tiny troll like man untied his Starfleet apron, and thunked it down onto the counter where clouds of fairytale dust made all of them cough.. When the dust had cleared, Rumplestiltskin was gone.. and so was his child tricked hoard of gold. With him went the hairy feet, too. Quark fell off his barstool. "I'm ruined.. again.. Twice in my life I see the light at the end of the great treasury and each time.. it slips right out of my gr--" he fell off his barstool like a sack of peasant grain, out cold at Harry's feet.. The signs of everything fairy faded away.. all except the Defiant's messhall, foosed up Ferengi, and tiny curious little Molly O'Brien in Ensign Kim's arms. The odor of ripe trainers made her all too real.. Harry sighed.. "Come on, angel. Let's get this worthless dreamer to his quarters." he said nudging Quark with a toe. The move made the blacked out DS9 scammer fart and Molly laughed like tiny glass bells. "Yeah?" Harry said smooching the top of her head, "He's not the only one who smells like that. Let's go.. time for a BATH.." ----------------------------------------------------------- A half an hour later.. Harry had made it to sickbay with his freshly powdered burden.. He tapped his combadge, =^=Ensign Kim to Chief Miles O'Brien. I found her for you if you're still looking.. It seems that our resident Fer--" Harry broke off realizing that paternal ire just might mean the END of Quark if the Chief found out exactly what had transpired with his daughter and the troll from Mile's worst nightmares. Kes took the little girl into the doctor's office to replicate her a barrel of monkeys to keep her happy. Kim brushed off the remaining baby powder off his uniform absently.. The EMH was scanning B'Elanna in her surgical restrained bed, but he was grinning thoughtfully at the ensign when he noticed what Kim was doing. "What?" Harry said a little defensively. "Nothing ensign.." the EMH turned back to his console, "It's ...just that you are going to make a wonderful father someday. I've learned that Molly O'Brien is usually quite the handful." "Don't rush me!" Kim scoffed. "Libby and I hardly got off the going steady stage when I was suddenly whisked away..." Kim leaned in, brushing some hair out of Torres's closed eyes, "Speaking of whisked away... how is she doing? I've seen that purple eyed midget in the brig and he looks mean. I wouldn't want him mad at me." The EMH said, "Easy to curb him. Just find a Founder..." Harry looked up from the datapadd he was fiddling with, "Pardon?" "Vortas think they're gods.. and that way we can keep clones such as him at bay without any problems..." Harry squinted in confusion but didn't deign to reply to that. ::Too many weird things have happened already to worry about anything more.. I just want to get out of here.:: "See ya doc." Ensign Kim left for the hydroponics bay where the head of the great escape transporter plan of Naomi's was underway. Harry entered that room and saw the tiny flaxen hair captain's assistant rush up and into his arms at the sight of him talking a mile a minute about the rose bush and the beacon to be beamed to the surface of Io with it. Harry grinned, smiling at how comfortable he realized he actually was around kids. He thought. ::Maybe I should have a few some day.:: He held up a hand to the air around him. "Don't rush me..!" he said to the Nexus blanketing the common ship. "I know you can't do anything at all unless it is my or somebody else's idea and believe me.. I am not going to tell a single soul about THAT passing thought." Then, just as suddenly, Tom Paris was there, helping him sift through data getting ready for the trial rose bush beaming. Harry found himself face to face with his old roommate. In his hands, was a tiny knitted baby sweater in powder pink. ::Oh no!!:: Harry gasped, warding off the ghastly sight. Deep down he knew he had to give in to his best bud in the end. For unlike the shadowed Harry Kim, Tom Paris was entirely.....100 % real. "Tom,.. now, I'm WARNING you.... I know where your favorite socket wrench is...." he trickled. ------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Rumplestiltskin from DS9's If Wishes Were Horses.. Image : Tom Paris stern. Image : Keiko O'Brien looking lost. Image : Odo in a frame. Gif: The official Paramount Logo Gif: Creation Entertainment logo in silver. ************************************************************ From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] We sent the message to home. Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2001 19:40:23 -0000 I was all set. Chakoty had told me to do it. My rose bush was ready for the beam to Eoh. It just had to work! Now, more of my friends were here. Barklay and Lore and Harry and Tom all helped. I turned on the communicatr pin with Lores message for the other Voyager. It said Tuvok safly landed. Paris alive. The way home is unclear. Please assest. And it had a record of everything we did so far inside the ribbon so they would know. The real Auntie Kathy wouldnt like us being here as shadow crew and would try to get to us to make things all bettr. I had heard about Belanna. Is she ok Harry? I heard her talk on the computr to get help. What was wrong? I saw the lights go dim. Bootby answerd me. "Hello, Naomi. I see your work on your experiment has been authorized by a first officer and that you are set to go. To answer your inquiry, a reincarnated clone of a species called Vorta has taken over B'Elanna's personality seat. She is being treated in sickbay and is sleeping. This Weyoun himself is in the brig but his mind still has control over Voyager's engineer in a way we do not understand yet. He claims to have created this Nexus and he claims to have brought Lon Suder back from the dead. Weyoun made Tuvok feel deep shame by fooling him into thinking that he brought Suder back when it simply wasn't true." the consult addressed the tiny girl by the transporter pad. Oh. That is bad. Why did Weyoun do this? All we want to do is get out of here and be ourselves again. I am glad the docter is trying to help my friend. If I can do anything. Let me know and I will. The image on the screen smiled, "You will be the first to know. We are still waiting for all the common ships' captains to address these issues. So far, they are not reacting to the situations at hand." Auntie Kathy and Captin Sisko and Captin Picard are not doing what they have to? Why? The rest of us are trying to solve the problem. "Who can say.." the wizened computer program said. "I am keeping the joined ship safe and there will be no more surprises like Weyoun's transfer into the Nexus using the crew's engine core emissions and mental realms. I've rounded up off duty crew to keep thinking about such protection for us while we work to free B'Elanna. I will see if Chakotay will take over head of the commonship until the other captains return. It may be that the others are ensnared in their own imagined affairs and cannot fulfill their Starfleet duties right now." That isnt right Bootby! The Nexus is good if you make it be. Why arent they trying to help the ship? I know the dreams are strong and make one not work so I am keeping at it. I want to get out. So lets do this now. Lets send the rosebush to the outside on Eoh. "All right. I am getting a go ahead from engineering, Naomi. That earlier funny business with the color changing core tap portal has now been cleared up. Let try the beam out now." I ran over to the big computr screen by Bootby and pulld a levr. The roses went away and so did my messege pin! I wonderd if they got outside of the ribbon? Bootby! Bootby! Did it work? I know its hard getting out through it there to space. "I believe it did Naomi.. There is an imprint of the rosebush on the moon's soil just before natural laws remerged its shadow essence back into its real form. I am showing it in Hydroponics on the real Voyager in the Delta Quadrant. The meniscus of the Nexus is carrying your signalling combadge well to her bridge. We should know soon enough if the real crew learns to bounce their reply back to us off Io in the Alpha Quadrant." I hope so Bootby. I want to be back the way I was. I dont like being a shadow anymore even if it means I wont be near earth anymore. I lookd and Harry and Lore and Barklay and Tom and they all listned to the air for the computr to send back an answr. Then we heard one and Barklay told us what it was. ------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Naomi close up. ************************************************************ From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Mind Games Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2001 22:17:25 -0000 Tom wakes up in his quarters... but is this his real quarters or nexus dreamscape quarters. He tries to remember what happened earlier, but can't. These memory losses are fast becoming a common occurance. And this deja-vu is driving him crazy....... what if he is. "Arrgghh" he groans through gritted teeth. He feels he's on a cosmic merry-go-round, being pushed around faster and faster. What does the universe want with him? > Then, just as suddenly, Tom Paris was there, helping him sift > through data getting ready for the trial rose bush beaming. > Harry found himself face to face with his old roommate. > In his hands, was a tiny knitted baby sweater in powder pink. > ::Oh no!!:: Harry gasped, warding off the ghastly sight. > Deep down he knew he had to give in to his best bud in the > end. For unlike the shadowed Harry Kim, Tom Paris was > entirely.....100 % real. "Tom,.. now, I'm WARNING you.... I > know where your favorite socket wrench is...." he trickled. Tom drops the sweater as if it has the plague. "Er..... sure thing Harry" he says warily. He looks at his surroundings, now very confused. How did he get here? His breathing becomes shallow. *Okay Tom, calm down* he tells himself. He's far from calm though. On impulse, he feels for his commbadge and activates it. "Paris to the Doctor. I'm having... problems." He can feel Harry staring at him. He probably doesn't know what the hell's going on. *He doesn't know what's going on?* his mind mutters to itself. He shoots a semi-panicked glance at his friend, then collapses to his knees as a spike of pain lances through his head. Blackness soon claims him. _____________________________________________________ OOC: Ok, the following is a tandem between myself and Samantha Paris (Seska) via MSN. I had to rerig the beginning a bit though and tag the above on for it to fit in with the last couple of posts. Hope it works. Also I've been assuming thus far that when a character dreams themselves elsewhere, they disappear into their own personal nexus dreamscape. That's how I've been writing it anyway. Just thought I'd say just in case - the last "Boothby Report" had Tom's location as still being on the bridge. _____________________________________________________ BIC === Tom wakes up and stares at a ceiling for what feels like the millionth time now. *Not again!* "You're awake" comes the familiar voice of the Doctor. "How do you feel?" Tom is ready to say 'lousy', but to his surprise he doesn't feel too bad at all. He sits up, experimentally. Nothing, his head feels fine. "Wow, whatever you did Doc, it did the trick." The Doctor looks seriously at Tom. "It's not going to last forever though, Ensign. When you said over the comm that you had problems, you weren't kidding." *Don't say that* Tom thinks. "What's wrong with me?" he asks slowly. The Doctor motions him over to a console. "That's your usual brain pattern on the bottom, Mr Paris." The Doc presses a pad. "And this is the one I took thirty minutes ago." Tom pales. He hasn't been the Doc's part-time assistant for the last few years without picking things up here and there. "That isn't supposed to look like that, is it!" "Very observant. You've got a second brain pattern, Mr Paris. I very nearly didn't spot it, it's almost the same as your own, but it's definitely a seperate signature. I've seen this several times over the years, the most significant time when an incorporeal alien was invading Captain Janeway's mind, manifesting itself as her father." Tom nods. "I remember." He turns to look at the Doc. "Is this the cause of my memory losses?" "I believe so" the Doctor replies. "There's several instances where the invading pattern manages to temporarily suppress your own. This is... different though." "Different? How?" Tom looks concerned. "You can get whatever this is out of me, right?" The Doctor looks uncomfortable. "I tried various ways of coaxing it out, all of which have been successful in the past, but this pattern, whoever it is, is proving the most stubborn I've ever seen. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was you." "Not funny Doc." The Doctor's face twitches. "Sorry!" Tom is a little surprised. It's rare that he gets an apology out of the Doctor. "I've suppressed the pattern using a synaptic sedative" he continues, "but I'm afraid the invading pattern is going to resurface eventually." "What happens then?" Tom asks, not even sure he wants to know. "To be honest, I don't know" the Doctor admits. ****************** Meanwhile... Seska glares up at the small security detail bearing down on her. Their phasers are set and aimed at her. One thing is off though, their uniforms are nothing like those on Voyager. They're from a different ship. Without a word, one of the officers grabs her arm and pulls her to her feet. Soon the small group is walking down the corridor to what Seska knows has to be the brig. As they round a corner, she slams herself into the officer behind her, grabbing the tip of his phaser rifle and sending the butt into his stomach. The man doubles over in pain. Seska taking the advantage, topples him over and into the rest with a swift kick to the shoulder. "Thanks for the escort, but I think I can find my own way from here." With that she takes off down a seemingly familiar corridor. Taking a sharp turn, Seska notices another group of officers clad in security uniforms heading her way. Thinking quick, she ducks into the nearest room. ****************** An agitated Tom breaks off his 'discussion' with the Doc and glances at the new arrival as she comes in. "You?" He groans. "Great! As if there aren't enough maniacs on the ship already, someone has to dream Seska up." The Doctor is also mildly surprised to understate the expression crossing his holographic face. "Seska... what do you want?" he asks suspiciously. "Nice to see you too, Paris" comes Seska's quick witted response. Looking at the hologram a sly grin crosses her face. "It seems that I'm being followed by a security detail. It's like they've never seen a Bajoran on a starship before." "Maybe they haven't" the Doctor says. He wonders if Seska knows she's just a shadow created by the imaginations of one of the Voyager crew. A flash of suspicion comes across Seska's face. She turns to Tom, who is standing by one of the biobeds. "What does he mean by that?" "Oh haven't you heard?" Tom feigns surprise. You're on a Federation megaship. Five starships melded into one, it's pretty awesome, the size of a small city." He puts on a fake smile. "Impressed yet? Y'know the security team for a ship this size is pretty large. Once they get mobilised you'll have nowhere to hide. So whatever you're planning to do, I guess you're going to be disappointed." "Megaship? Really, I think Janeway can do better than that. Besides, what makes you think I'm planning something?" Seska motions to the yellow and black engineering tunic she is wearing. "We're all one big happy family now, Maquis and Starfleet." The disgust is evident in her voice. "You're always planning something Seska. That's how you died in fact. A kazon raid on the ship... unsuccessful of course. Don't you remember?" "I remember nothing" Seska stammers out quickly. This entire situation is making her uneasy, but Seska isn't about to let a low-life human and sarcastic hologram know it. There's a small pause following her statement, then she asks a question that has started to let her curiosity get the best of her. "The Kazon?" "You don't remember the Kazon?" the Doctor asks. If she doesn't remember the Kazon, she shouldn't know that we know she's Cardassian. Intriguing! Seska gives the hologram a puzzling look. "No, I don't know any Kazon. All I remember is containing a core breach in main engineering after we entered some anomoly, then being on the floor with a group of Starfleet lowlives standing above me. I've never even heard of the Kazon." "Hmm" the Doctor says. "May I examine you? It seems like you have some memory loss. It may be related to a case I'm working on right now." "Doc?" Tom asks, furrowing his brow. "I'm still a medical practicioner, Mr Paris. I see something wrong, I attempt to cure it, friend or foe." "There's nothing wrong with me" Seska protests. "I've just had a long day and you two aren't making it any better." She backs away just a little bit as the hologram pulls out his medical tricorder. "I assure you there's no need for alarm" the Doctor says a little indignantly. "I am programmed to cause no harm." "Unless he's singing" Tom quips. "You're a Starfleet hologram" Seska says. The Doctor casts a long suffering look to Tom, then returns his attention to Seska. "Yes, I'm a Starfleet hologram." "Which gives me all reason not to trust you." Seska says this while looking at Tom, who seems satisfied with that little remark. "Haven't you learned by now, Doc? Cardassians don't trust anyone." Tom starts walking, circling Seska. "Do you!" He positions himself in front of the door. "What do you remember?" "Cardassian?" Seska almost laughs. "Do I look like a Cardassian to you?" She follows the pilot around the room with her eyes. "I told you what I remember. I contained a warp-core breach, then I must have blacked out when I got back to my console." Tom starts to laugh. "You really are a sorry case aren't you Seska. We know you're a spy for the Obsidian Order. We found that out years ago. Seems like your memory is out-of-date." *Like mine* he muses, remembering his own losses. He looks lost for a moment, then collects himself again. "Alright, assume I'm wrong and you're right. Why are you running from security?" "If you found yourself on an unfamiliar ship with security hovering over you, you wouldn't want to stay around for very long either." Seska sets a steely stare on the officer as the Doctor slowly steps up behind her un-noticed. "Unfamiliar. And here I was thinking that Voyager was so dear to your heart, the amount of times you tried taking her from us." He knows what the Doctor is doing now and keeps Seska occupied long enough for him to come up behind her and press a hypospray to her neck. "You nearly unravelled my little ruse, Mr Paris. Please try to be more alert next time" the Doctor says as Seska slumps to the floor. Tom gives the Doc a dirty look. ************************************************************************** From: "robert catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] blast from the past Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 18:11:04 -0000 As worf was working out and starting to get tired he relies that it was time to learn of all the problems that voyager has been threw in the past. As he wipe himself down with a owl in the gym. Worf was thinking about the past of voyager and a data pad appeared out of no were.:: I will never get use of that:: Worf was thinking. He put down the towel and pick up the data pad and started to read the information on it. the borg,Species 8752, all of the fighting and being taken over of the different species from the delta quadrant. That had to be h#ll to live on this ship he thought. All of the fighting and the treaties they had made. taken foe and making them there friends or allies. This was no ordinary crew. As Worf was walking to his quarters to shower and change back into Starfleet uniform he continue to read of the history of the ship called voyager. As the hours roll buy and he finish the history on this data pad he could not help but shake his head and think I thought i went threw some bad days. Then is just hit him the last time he try to get information on the ship and the crew on voyager ,there was none. how did i get this information and how real is it? who put this info in to play and who point of view is it? then he was hearing laughing that echo in the hallway by his quarters. As he put on his uniform and left to go to the command deck he hear the same laughter again. what is happening to me? Why me? as he inter the bridge the young ensign and the young Klingon was gone he went to the security console and began to started to secure the ship with shields and phazers at the ready, look at the sensors reports to look for any attacks are not happing then he went to looking into the combine ships quarters by quarters and deck by deck. looking for any aliens that might be invisable or trying to run any experimenting on the combine crews. All came back normal. Worf is stund from this reading. **************************************************************** END WEEK SEVEN RECAP 02-27-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com) WEEK EIGHT RECAP 2-28-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} ****************************************************************** From: "Cory Anda" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The paddle ball-- Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2001 00:13:00 -0000 Chakotay could see an old style starship captain mirroring his posture wearing the same expression through the glass bulkhead of his cabin. ::Is that Jean Luc Picard?:: he wondered. >Both men looked up from their playing and their eyes met through the >window. >Chakotay heard a howl and suddenly, Matseyeho was at his side, his >brindle coated spirit guide from the forest. ##Speak with this >man, Chakotay. For I am the one who has brought you together..## she >said. Chakotay went to the window and touched the glass but the bald captain's image faded away in a few seconds. He turned to the spirit guide wolf next to him. ##The moment is lost. I do not know why Captain Picard did not come to you. Perhaps he will come in another manner later, running one.## she panted apologetically to her soulmate. Chakotay nodded and set the slender ironwood flute on the bed. He saw the red alert bar go off above his head. ::What?:: He tapped his combadge. "Computer. Explain reason for red alert that just terminated." #An unauthorized temporal anamoly was detected in engineering resulting in another real mass entity to transfer on board.# "Identify new life form." he snapped. ::Where's Kathryn? She should be on top of things.:: #Entity has identified himself as Weyoun, Species Vorta..# Chakotay threw on a phaser and left his old quarters on the Liberty, moving to the common bridge. He learned more while he ran, Matseyeho pacing stride for stride at his side. "Ship's status and crew injury report." he ordered the computer matrix. #Lt.Torres is in sickbay exhibiting schitzophrenia of an unknown nature. Vocal recordings support she is mentally linked with Weyoun. Ambassador Spock and Tuvok are both exhibiting higher than normal emotional stress indicated by atypical vital signs. Cause : Unknown. Experimental transport Beta One is now complete..# ::Wonderful. I wonder who's still normal around here.:: He thought. He paced to sickbay where it seemed that things were coming to a head. The report he'd pulled up from the bridge had showed the four beds were occupied with patients newly under the doctor's care: Tom Paris, B'Elanna with mental aberrations and Seska and Weyoun on sedative watch under guard. He moved to the bed where B'Elanna was and got a nod from the EMH that she was fine for the moment. Tom was leaning on his elbows on his back. Chakotay noticed that he had a brain scan ongoing. "Tom." he nodded in greeting. He turned to the EMH for a report. The holodoc handed him a pad. "Exciting day in sickbay for a Monday.." he said drolly. "Mr. Paris here suffered a syncopal episode and I found this.." Chakotay toggled a pad on the bed.. "It...looks like a brainwave pattern.." he shrugged. "Usually happens when someone is alive.." he joked. "Yes. But his having one isn't the issue, commander. Paris doesn't only have a brain wave pattern, he has two brain wave patterns... from the same man." Chakotay frowned. "I'm afraid I don't understand." "Neither do we.." Tom and the doc said at the same time. They glared at each other in tension and immediately dismissed it. "Theories, doctor.." Chakotay ordered. "I can't work with answers like that." The first officer turned to Tom. "Mr. Paris.. I noticed on the bridge earlier that you were feeling the effects of too much "freetime" just before we got into this mess. Could what happened to you then and this now, be related?" Tom shook his head and seemed to want to say more but the EMH spoke first. "Commander, these two patterns are the SAME one... slightly out of phase.. Look here.." He grabbed one of Tom's hands and held it out. "That is an electrical burn.. Mr. Paris was sent here directly without being duplicated into a separate shadow and then bouncing off again. He related to me that his console exploded right when the real Voyager touched the Nexus outer membrane. He is the real Tom Paris from the real Voyager. And... it's looking more and more like his shadow and real self... are in the same body.." Chakotay "But he's occupying the same space right now.." "To all appearances, that's true. Only his shadow self is two years behind in history than his real self and the two personas are in conflict with each other... Mr. Paris does not know which he is at any given moment.. Sliding freely between memories times at random intervals.." The first officer shifted on his feet. "So what can you do about this....effect? It would seem that either persona would be equally dominant inside of him." "Oddly enough, the shadow self is the stronger as its essence is manifesting inside its home matrix, the Nexus." "Makes sense.." Chakotay shrugged. He studied Tom who seemed to be focused now and not the wavering one the EMH had spoken of. "You seem oriented, Tom. How are you feeling?" The EMH added more, "I've taken the liberty of inducing a synaptic suppression regime to allow Tom's real self persona to come to the foreground since it is that physical body that seems to be here. I know this because he has normal human mass whereas none of us here do at all. His memories will no longer shift between times over that two year gap of his as long as he takes his medication." The holodoc handed Mr. Paris a hypospray.."You're fit for duty.. but keep that cortical monitor on at all times and inject yourself with the suppressant at two hours intervals. No reoccurance of memory lapse will come. That crisis is over for now. I'll work on a theory to separate shadow and real bodies from you next.." Chakotay was happy with the EMH's course of action. "Tom. Come with me? I'm on my way to the hydroponics bay. Phase One of the transporter test is done. A rosebush fitted with a combadge altered molecularly has just been sent to your ship. Barclay's gotten a response.. I'd love your feedback.. Anything you can tell me about what happened on Voyager after she moved away from the ribbon, leaving us all here. I know about Tuvok's away mission. He's here right now on the bridge. How about it?" Chakotay waited for Tom to reply. ------------------------------------------------------------- "This is fascinating!" Barclay said. "The readings we are getting from the shadow combadge inside of the rosebush are coming through.. I show that it indeed got through the barrier to the ground on Io. And then its transponder signal was picked up by the real Voyager orbitting from her place in the Delta Quadrant. It seems the real Captain Janeway bounced a transporter beam along the ribbon to pick it up. Smart woman.. She's onto the extended range theory. Now I am showing simple images.. of numbers? Something the real Voyager's bridge comm is putting through to us through Naomi's combadge pin." He looked ceiling ward, =^=Computer. Where is Captain Janeway?=^= #Captain Janeway is on the bridge.# #Captain Janeway is in corridor B-2# He smiled,..."Ah,, you see?" he said delightedly to all. "The first one is ours, her shadow, on the bridge. The delayed response is showing where the real Janeway is right now on the real Voyager, outside. These numbers are a link to points of position of like bodies and things congruently.. Hmm.. I wonder what we can do with this information?" Reginald frowned, turning to Harry who had just arrived from sickbay. "Tom's being seen to now. " Kim said. He noticed Barclay expression and asked, "What?" "I don't know.. You tell me, ensign.." Barclay said, challenging him. "Tell me..what do you make of this...?" and he swung the computer screen around showing the stream of numbers arriving from the real Voyager outside the Nexus. ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Chakotay and the EMH talking. Image : The EMH on a vid screen and Chakotay talking to him. ************************************************************* From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Sense of the Ridiculous~~ Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2001 00:37:05 -0000 >"I don't know.. You tell me, ensign.." Barclay said, >challenging him. "Tell me..what do you make of this...?" and he swung the >computer screen around showing the stream of numbers arriving from the real >Voyager outside the Nexus. He glanced nervously at Lore who was staring at the screen so intently that he did not appear to move or blink. He reached around Lore and pointed. "That row of forty seven zeroes followed by a one... is Tom." he said simply.. At Barclay's look of surprise, he added, "Oh,.. I overheard part of what you guys were saying as I walked in here. Positional variables, all of these columns. It would assume the smaller the number the closer the shadow and real objects are to each other. Tom is also in....Tom's .. body." he shrugged. Boothby snicked into view.."How do you know that?" "The doc just told Chakotay about it while I was nearby. He's.. the same man only with memories two years apart.." The wizened caretaker smiled.. "We might be able to use this, lieutenants, ah, and ensign." he said to everyone in the room. "If Mr. Paris is close enough merged with his selves. He might be able to be beamed to the outside, and back home." Harry shrugged, "What good would that do? Tuvok came here and look what happened to him. Poof. Ensign Suder. If Tom's going to be a messenger, why doesn't he try to bring back some kind of communicator,, I don't know.. maybe even through Barclay's Argus array so we can talk with the outside in a com link.. " Boothby grinned.."And..if you have a commlink..." He and Harry said simultaneously.."You can have a transporter lock..." Both men snaked around Lore's field of view, heads together so that the android could no longer see the screen. They ignored his tapping of their shoulders in an attention getting gesture. Harry blurted out.."Maybe we can use our shadow anchor point with the commonship here to be a mooring pin for the real Voyager's tractor beam to lock onto.. If she uses the extending effect of the Nexus margin ghosting well enough, she can drag herself here, to us shadows in the Alpha Quadrant. We'd all merge together then and become the authentic ship and crew.. One step closer to home.." Boothby sighed, "Yeah, but what about the other vessels and people here with us making up the commonship? They'd still be shadows.. We may not be able to interact with them.." Harry smiled, "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Maybe we'll become like Tom then.. both shadow and real in the same place, holding together long enough for us to do this same process of beaming beacons, tractoring and tethering captures for the other ships with THEIR real counterparts.. Eventually, we'd all be properly phased as we should be..and can use the power of the Nexus to separate our hulls back to normal configurations later when we're ready." Boothby frowned.."Nice and neat, ensign. But how would our properly phased ships escape the Nexus boundary afterwards?" Harry's forehead furrowed, "I don't know.. I haven't figured that part out yet.. ------------------------------------------------------------- Quark awoke with a horrible hangover.. He assumed someone had dragged him to his Defiant quarters from the bar after he had passed out. And they hadn't done it gently.. he had bruises on his shoulders and back from where his mercy benefactor had gripped him to do the deed. ::oww..:: He even had bruises on his ears..::The worst kind.:: "Did you ever consider that it might have been the fall off the bar stool that injured your privates?" an elfian voice interjected. The startled Ferengi jolted out of his bunk and fell on the floor again.. He saw a bare of two miniscule boots with shiny pure gold buckles on them and then a pudgy hand extend itself down to him, "Here.." Rumplestiltskin said again. "Let me help you up friend." Quark slowly took the hand grasp and was surprised that he was powerfully hauled up onto his feet. He wavered a bit before he recaught his balance. "Nice buckles.." he said.. then.. "I thought you quit?" "I did. From the bar job. I used the time to turn in Molly's spun gold to the Lephrechaun Bank.. I withdrew these..." he said pointing down again to his boot buckles." Quark's greed bubbled instantly.."Can I have a closer look here...?" He said reaching out.. SLAP! Rumplestiltskin knocked Quark's hand away. "Don't think I don't know yer thieving ways, ex-boss of mine. I know the powers of mis sight and sleight of hand all your people have.. You created me, remember?" Quark straightened up indignantly.."I am NOT a cheap penny pickpocket..!" "No, just a swindling dabo dealer instead.." the troll chuckled.. "I-" Quark broke off, "You've got a point there. But here's another point.. Why are you bothering me?" He flopped back down on his bunk again arm over his domed forehead, "Can't you see I'm a sick man.. You're the one who kept pouring me that mead one jug after the other.." "Only because you ordered me to, baldy..The conditions of the pact then made it impossible for me to refuse any of your wishes." he answered back. "hehe heh heh heh. Yeah. I was good. " Quark preened. "So how did you get the power to be able to quit the bar?" "I snuck in a stipulation at our signing that said I could quit if ever you became the technical definition of an @ss." "Oh." Rumplestiltskin tilted his head, going nose to nose with Quark's face. "I've a message for you. So get it straight or you'll never see another piece of real latinum ever again...." Quark's eyes got real big and the fear of poverty gushed out of his eyes and voice in a high pitched whimper.. "All right...AAAAAAllllright, I'll lis-isten.. I promise I won't forget.." "Good. Now here it is.." the little man adopted a pose of a soothsayer and let forth his message.. "Listen carefully...." "I am! I am!" "The Higgghhhherrrrr, the feewweeeeerrrrrrr." and his deep rolling laughter filled the cabin and the elf disappeared like a popped soap bubble. ::I knew it.:: Quark blustered..::It's that Worf kid and Mrs. Troi's sense of humor working again.:: he thought darkly. ::I wouldn't doubt they're both laughing at me from their shared mudbath right now....:: ----------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Harry and Janeway in her ready room. Gif : Paramount logo in blue. *********************************************************** From: "Lil Sister" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The bad go together Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2001 00:42:49 -0000 Lore has all his mindings on the screen. The numbers there are trueness. It was from Voyager of origin. He think hard there and they made speakings to him the other ones did not see. "Yes. Harry Kim. The mostly zeros are Tom and Tom. We must find all things and their numbers to. We need a mappings, no? To pull the real ship to us closely right." He turn to the Barclay man. "I can help but I see I am giving fear to you here. I see the yellow light bar. The guards of Chief O'Brien come for me now." he said and stood away from the numbers. "I wait to do what he wants. But I tell you this one thing. I can read this numbers with mine robot eye and mind faster and so we solve the joining faster. If you do not have me map with you. It may not come. The ribbon grows and soon the Earth will be taken by the Place of Angels. The harm to all space and time will be to greating to make betters than. We will be lost." Lore saw that Harry and Barclay did not hears him. They were talking fast about the pulling together. So he stood away from the two planning men and went out of the room. "I go to O'Brien and his guards. Come to me if you want me to do this thing." And he left from there. He saw another guards. It was Worf looking for bad peoples. Lore put up his hands in the surrendering move. "I am Lore. Your chief is seeing for me for he thinks I am evil and do harm here. " He stood there not walking and the men come. One fires a gun then. Lore felt a wounding in his middle chest that hurt but he did not fall. He could not as a mechanical man. But the good chip inside his head felt the lightning and turn off quickly. Lore became good no more. He fight them. Worf came at him with anger and they share hand battlings. "NO! I must find my brother and kill him again. Tell me where you are hidings him." Lore say. Then he throw Worf to a wall and that stop him then for a time. Lore went to the one who was calling him. He hear the Torres woman with this one now in his harmed head. "I come Weyoun as you call me." he say. Lore came to the brig place and took the wall machine down. Weyoun have smile and the fire door fall. "I have you freed purple man. What are your orders? The angry Worf and Chief come soon to here." The shaped man took Lore by the shoulder and he and Lore take off the badgs so no could follow. Then he find the cell of Seska where she lay. He and Lore get her free. Lore smile at her when she wake. "We are all here now. We must do as we plan, yes?" He see Weyoun and Seska know each other from before ago. What do the three of us do now?" Then they all hide on the ship. Lore made a mind to do what she do for now on. ************************************************************ From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: Time to work not sleep! Date: Thu, 01 Mar 2001 20:45:35 -0000 I was excited. I had reached the real ship! My rosebush had gotten there ok. I saw Barklay and Chakoty talk about the numbers Auntie Kathy was giving us with the computer on her ship. I didnt know what they mean at all. I just waited to see if I could understand what they all were talking about. Tom was in his own self? How could that be? So I listend more. He was hurt in a computer table blowup. And that brout him here. Then Bootby came and talked to Harry and they found a way for us to all get better like we were before. The ships would jumprope back inside each other. Then we would be home! I was so excited I went to sickbay to tell Belanna the news. I got there but she was sick! I saw the hollow doctor there looking at her head. Doctor! Doctor! Why is my friend sick? She was ok an hour ago. Can I help you with her? I see Kes and Nelix are doing thoes scans. Let me. I want to do something for her. "Well, well, well, Miss Naomi Wildman. You've been quite the successful transporter theoretician now haven't you? All right.. Here's a medical tricorder. I am about to awaken B'Elanna from her sedation. When she is just to open her eyes, I want you to put this cortical monitor on the base of her neck. Can you do that for me?" the emergency medical doctor hologram said to the little child. I know I can! I got set to put the mood fixer on my friends neck. Kes gave her the wakeup shot. I saw the lights go on in my scannr and then I put it on befor she woke up. I smiled at Belanna and held her hand. Belanna! Belanna! The doctors have made your head not hear that voice anymore with this thing on your neck. I put it there. He wants to talk to you. Can you wake up now? I waited for my friend and soon she was! She was sleepy but I knew the medicin would make her not that way soon. I told her. Belanna, the transportr workd! My rosebush and the message pin got throuh to the other ship! Auntie Ka I mean Captian Janeway is sending us numbers to make a map of how our ships have to come together once they pull back here near Eo. Harry has an idea to tractr ray our Voyager to the shadow one so we dont have to be lost anymore. Want to come with me to talk to Chakoty and Barklay and Bootby? I am sure the hollow doctor can watch you with that on. I took her hand and waited. Kes nodded once she saw the hollow doctor nod at my friend that she could go. Dont worry I will watch her so you can use that neck voice blocker to keep Belanna bettr. Right now we need to get things ready for Auntie Kathy whos here now for things. Thankyou for taking care of her Kes and Nelix. I can help now so you can do your other jobs. Hey, where is that robot? Lore? When I was here, I heard a gun nois and then Worf lookd really mad and he was chasing somebody in the hallway. The other enginer was there to with him. His name is cheif Obrian isnt it? Anyway Lore didnt look right. He was mad. I hope he didnt turn mean. Lets go. Lets go Belanna. We need to see how to bring all the ships togethr so we are home again. ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachment) Close up of Naomi looking urgent. *********************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Five High Noon... at the Warpcore. Date: Fri, 02 Mar 2001 06:50:11 -0000 TANDEM Post via e-mail exchange trading with 'Myron Ojala' and 'Cassidy Meyers' and one phone call.. Characters Involved are : Lon Suder, Tuvok, Jadzia Dovin-Kah, Garak and Weyoun Hinted to : Lore, Seska.. Suder stayed in Engineering, quietly watching everyone involved with the tenuous data stream of coordinates coming from the real Voyager outside the ribbon. He was fascinated with the streams of numbers rippling past so fast that the eye could not discern a pattern. He stayed in shadow, making his way to Tuvok. The Vulcan had moved to engineering to accomplish a greater survey of the "map" that was needed to be sure Voyager aligned properly with the commonship once she brought her tractor beam to bear. He was using a tricorder to pluck out like sequences and frozen fixed figures, they meant that a galactic center positioning point had been solved. The easiest equation to discern had been that of Tom Paris. His real and shadow selves were already so near each other that the number sequences aligning his two "counterparts" made for a good base to draw upon. Tuvok sighed, his ears picked up the faint rustle of a stealthy boot on carpeting. "Mr. Suder, I can hear your presence. If you are curious as to proceedings, why don't you come closer to my computer screen?" Lon didn't move. He just chuckled quietly, "You think you know me. Well, I think you don't. Weyoun said himself it was he used your unbalanced thoughts here to bring me back into existence." Suder started clapping slowly, with menace, "I commend you..for being fallible like I was and not seeing through Weyoun's machinations. Even now, I feel the Vorta's thoughts... I'd be concerned if I were you...." he said swinging around a pillar to lean near the working Vulcan's ear. "Our brig facilities are quite sound, Mr. Suder. You yourself have spent long periods of time in that space. Escape is quite difficult.." Tuvok said, not looking up. "I'm sure Weyoun is getting sound surveillance from his bunkside." Lon put a smile in his tone, without blinking, "I am glad you are so confident, Mr. Tuvok.. Because the sense I am getting now from that man is excitement.. But that is something that you wouldn't understand... I think your blood is too green...." While Lon talked, Tuvok stopped his calculating and froze, considering Lon's odd statement. "Why don't you state your suspicions directly?" he asked, "It might make our conversation more effective.." Suder laughed, flipping a console stool around and sitting on it backwards.. "All right.. I sense there's been a physical fight between your Klingon and the android. The Klingon is feeling mad right now, so that means.. he lost.." Lon nodded slowly. He regarded Tuvok's listening face carefully with subtle amusement.. "A few minutes ago, I began to sense blinding rage and loathing bubble out from one of the crew..that wasn't there before.." Tuvok cocked an eyebrow.."The logical answer is that those emotions you picked up on were from the captured Weyoun from the brig. He is not pleased with being thwarted in his plans." "Well,.. I know you're wrong." Lon said slowly mild, staring over Tuvok's shoulder.. "For you see.. that rage was from the android.. right there." Tuvok whirled, hitting his combadge in sudden action, but it was far too late.. A white hand snaked out and hit him on the back of the neck, knocking him out.. The Vulcan fell to the deck near his chair. "Excellent, Lore.. Did you bring the others?" Lon asked. Lore looked up from Tuvok whom he has just hit and nodded, pointing towards the main engineering door. Weyoun and Seska stepped through them, armed to the hilt. ::Phaser rifles.. What a violent tool choice..::Suder thought stimulated. He was in a beginning fugue of his "hunger." "The fight in the hallway with Worf and Lore only whetted my craving for more violence.. Are you two going to provide me more?" Suder asked of the Bajoran appearing woman and Weyoun. "Make it three.." a new voice said from another dark corner. It was Garak. "I'm sorry my friends for staying in seclusion but I had to be sure of my true...allies.. I am here to help." The Cardassian held up his own secured phaser rifle to the ceiling, checking to make sure the evacuated engineering bay was just still that. "My my my.. Weyoun...I do believe this warp core transit technique of yours needs a little tweeking.. My skin's tingling.. That is usually when there is radiation leakage in the Gamma band." Weyoun smiled silkly and tilted his toad like lilac eyes, "There was.. a short time ago. That Ocampan girl has cleared out the bit of contamination I brought arriving here. If you are feeling anything now, it's because you are intersecting the transit point I used to arrive here.. I'd move. You have ten seconds before you're pulled into the lab where I started from. I don't think the Jem'Hadar there will like you very much..." Garak shot forward five meters until his skin cried clear. "Not a way to win friends and influence people.. but... I appreciate the warning..." he said once he knew all of him was still on board. "So, your little portal's still here by the core. Interesting. Are you and your little companions going to be leaving soon?" He waved a hand to the spot where his skin had crawled. "Not just yet, my fine Cardassian spy. We need to learn more about how Voyager's getting her information through to the shadow ship here. My Nexus should be inviolate. with the outside and the inside staying absolutely apart. But now there's this numbers stream from Voyager in the Delta Quadrant coming to the ship's sensors..." Weyoun said, leaning in a head, like a wilting flower. He touched a few keys to isolate one number stream.. "Now this line, we must not let the others discover.. It is the keystone algorithm that drives the portal in from the outside. It is also, the variable needed to degrade the Nexus completely into nonexistence.." The Vorta picked up the unconscious Vulcan's hand and tapped a few keys using his limp fingers.. The incriminating row receded back into the chaos that was before Tuvok had unravelled it. "Move away from him....NOW!!" Jadzia ordered.. She stood in the doorway with a security team of her own, under cover, behind a console and they, behind partly sealed bulkheads. "Nice to see you again, Weyoun.. I figured you'd be behind all of this Nexus ribbon expansion. Earth was just too conveniently under the gun to be randon happenstance in the only direction of growth the Nexus took." Weyoun gave a jaunty little courtly bow. "Jadzia, my dear, You look simply ravishing. Tell me.. how is Dax doing..?" He was hoping for a little emotional pain to break her concentration. Jadzia winced in remembered pain at that name but her gun did not waver. "Nice try.. but having a pah wraith in your gut gives you some backbone..." she grimaced. "So, are we going to do this the easy way.. or the hard way? Stand down... NOW!!!" Lore, Seska, Weyoun and Garak on one side stood off with their phaser rifles against Jadzia/Dovin-Kah and her security team. The Trill made the odds more even, "I've found them bridge... Come to engineering.. Worf? Chief? Double time.. They've got Tuvok hostage..." Weyoun began to laugh. And chills spilled down Jadzia's spine when Lore began to do the same with icy malice. ::Just wonderful...:: she shivered, waiting for help to arrive.. ::I wonder if there's going to be a fire fight.. He's as unstable as a psychopath.:: Tuvok was released to fall back onto the floor heavily. Jadzia was glad to see that he still breathed. ::Come on bridge... Just where the H*ll are you?:: ------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Garak with a phaser rifle. Image: Weyoun close up. Image: Lon in mindmeld agony. *animated gif* A scrolling computer screen. Image: Seven of Nine and Jadzia in cheesecake promo poses (TV guide cover) Image: Voyager in orbit over brown world. Tiny ship beneath her. Image : Jadzia lying dead in sickbay closeup. ******************************************************** From: "robert catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Klingon to the rescue Date: Sun, 04 Mar 2001 17:32:51 -0000 As worf heard his comm. badge beep and the message from dax came across for he and chief O'Brian to report to engineering.Worf hit his badge =^=On my way, what the problem? I Am looking For lor and I will find him.=^=As worf is in route to engineering he stop by the weapons locker and pick up a plasma rifle and a hand phazer. ::this will help:: he thought. As he reaches the turbo lift to go down to the engineering deck, Worf Ask what will be the best line of attack to get Tuvok out of there and not have anyone harmed. Computer worf said out loud # online# the computer answer. location of the security people in engineering?#they are on the outside and two are inside.# =^=Worf to security team in engineering, Go ahead commander,pull back and secure the perimeter,and secure all entrance to engineering.=^= =^= Worf to Jadzia pull back now and secure the area =^= As Worf enter and command the turbo lift To "engineering deck" he commanded =^=Worf to security team "is the area clear." Yes sir the team said=^= As Worf exit the lift and saw the security team there Worf inform them what he is up to. Computer# put up force fields in engineering and all jeffery tubs,Deactivate all plasma rifles and phazers in engineering, Pump in threw environment control sleep gas. also inform me when all are asleep inside=^= After a Couple of minutes later =^= all are asleep =^= Worf hear this and command =^=pump all residue sleep gas out and drop the security field to the main door weapons at the ready the security team and Worf enter and rescue there fallen comrades and put the trouble makers back under arrest. "take the four to the bridge and get tuvok to sick bay." Worf commanded. **************************************************************************** From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Inside Echoes Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2001 20:37:44 -0000 Captain Kathryn Janeway stood on the combined bridge. As was the popular phrase, 'Alone in a crowd' , while she was acutely aware of all the people on the combined bridge..right now, her gaze was fixed on the little command chair, next to her own. Starfleet Captains were trained to take things in their stride...not to spend too long contemplating their place in the 'grand plan'. Well, that was partly true, they were trained not to let it get in the way of their actions, Janeway mused. This Nexus certainly had a thing for details. Janeway was still a little of balance by the conjuring up of things. Forgetting the current situation. The overall being in, the nexus threw her off balance. And on the ships that made up the combined bridge, many of the wonderful people that made the Galaxy work... Kathryn, forced herself back to the version of reality she currently inhabited, not allowing herself to be swept into the endless debate in her mind. Janeway never paced, never, it did not project the confidence that she has been supposed to , usually. But in truth , there was nothing else to do...while the people on the bridge, waited for news of what was happening with Weyoun, Suder, and the others. Including Tuvok, and Jadzia. Worf, apparently, was on the case. There was a chirp, another nice little detail, "Jadzia to Bridge, Tuvok is en-route to Sickbay =/\= There was a collective sigh of relief, Dax had called only to report that. Giving away no more details... Janeway moved to her chair, and sat down...conjuring up a book. A real book... Or at least as real as anything was. She would stay on the bridge, waiting for more developments...in case she was needed. *************************************************************** END WEEK EIGHT RECAP 03-05-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} WEEK NINE RECAP 03-06-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} ************************************************************* From: GeoHard@aol.com Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Spock/O'Brian Date: Mon, 05 Mar 2001 02:47:21 -0000 O'Brian raced down the corridors of the hybrid ship followed by a security team composed of 4 individuals who could easily pass for all- star Parisie squares blockers. After several wrong turns the edges were beginning to fray, nothing was where it should be and the computer's directions didn't make much sense. Finally one of the detail thought she recognized the corridor they were in and after a few moments of her direction they hunched outside the door marked hydroponics bay. "All right", said O'Brian, "This looks like the place. Now remember there's a little girl in there and we may be dealing with a hostage situation. We go in slow and cautious but we go in ready. Gonzales and Banta, hand phasers set to high stun, but out of sight. Madison, you be ready with a neural incapacitor grenade and Jaz'el, I want you ready to grab the girl " They all double checked their equipment and poised themselves around the door. "I'll do the talking and try and keep the androids attention, but be careful, he's fast and incredibly strong. O'Brian opened the door control panel "Safety protocol override this portal, voice command only by me, O'Brian Chief engineer". He checked his team once more, they were regarding him curiously. "It's the same thing as a security override but more indirect, How do you think we work on the door panels?" O'Brian grinned at his team then steeled himself "Once more into the breach!" Then with a nod, "Open." The security detail flowed into the room covering the principals as best they could. They were almost as surprised by the size of the group as they were its composure. As Jaz'el made his way around to a point where he could grab the girl he noticed she seemed calm almost happy anticipating something from the transporter pad. O'Brian quickly sized up the situation Lor was gone. Lt.Worf was laying on the far side of the bay groggily shaking his head, a huge dent in the wall above him showed why. O'Brian's com badge beeped and Dax ordered both security teams to engineering. With a quick stop at the weapons locker, then a ride in the turbo lift down to the engineering deck, both teams were soon outside engineering. >=^=Worf ordered the Computer# put up force fields in engineering and all >jeffery tubs,Deactivate all plasma rifles and phazers in engineering, Pump >in through environment control sleep gas, also inform me when all are asleep >inside=^= >After a Couple of minutes later =^= all are asleep =^= >Worf hear this and command =^=pump all residue sleep gas out and >drop the security field to the main door weapons at the ready the security >team and Worf enter and rescue there fallen comrades and put the trouble >makers back under arrest. >"take the four to the bridge and get tuvok to sick bay." Worf >commanded. "Just a moment Worf", said O'Brian, leveling his phaser at Lor. At his glance the security team was once again all business. =^= "Dax, O'Brian here, please restore function to security team phazers and place a force field around Lor"=^= =^=Chief, I don't understand but=^= the field shimmered into existence. Suddenly, Lor opened his eyes and sat up straining against the field testing it. Several of the guards tensed and leveled their weapons. Worf cast a suspicious eye at the Chief. "He, can't escape, at least not by brute force." Lor strained again using all his strength then sat back with an amused grin. "Glad, I was right on that one, compared to the spec's on Comdr. Data he seems a bit stronger". "Commander Data?" said Worf then after thinking for a moment, "Of course, the gas would be ineffective, he doesn't breathe". "Right Worf, you've got to understand the equipment you're dealing with, Now how do we rig a security field that'll allow a safe inspection?" They both thought for a moment before Worf spoke up, "I understand Voyagers EMH has expanded quite a bit beyond the original program" "And I'd like to see what Lor can do to harm a hologram, good thinking Worf. I'll see what I can rig up in the sick bay, If you'll excuse me." O'Brian walked out smiling like the cat that ate the canary. On board the combined bridges Spock had waited for the comments of the assembled bridge staff before revealing the third hypothesis. It was so simple and yet complex it could be hard for some to comprehend, but Spock had faith that they would understand it, despite its dire meaning. Tuvok spoke first addressing Spock and then the assembled group. "Perhaps it would be best for me to begin, by nature of familiarity with those assembled". "True you may be able to couch our hypothesis in more familiar terms" Agreed Spock. "The third hypothesis is based in classic quantum mechanics, laid down over 400 years ago in the well know theory entitled "Schroeders Cat". "Oh great!" Said Quark, "we're here because of some earth feline?" "And a partially dead one at that." Said Janeway with a twinkle in her eye. "Actually, Captain, the cat is completely dead, and alive concurrently" Responded Tuvok. Once again quiet engulfed the bridge as the crew struggled with this explanation. "It is a description of wave functions in quantum mechanics", explained Spock. " Wave functions describe combinations of different states, Schroeder envisioned an electron that could exist in a super position occupying several spots simultaneously, if microscopic objects such as atoms can occupy super positions, then inevitably it follows that a macroscopic object can conceivably do so as well. Schroeder engaged a thought experiment in which a cat is killed by an instrument triggered by a decaying radioactive atom. Because the atom enters a superposition of decayed and undecayed it produces a cat which is both dead and alive". "And that explains our position?" asked Quark snidely. "That is the starting point Quark, now shut up and let them continue!" said Sisko in his rich baritone voice. Spock nodded at the Captain; "The actual hypothesis is based on variations of the Copenhagen and the Many-worlds Interpretations which apply the effects of observation on super-positions". "The effects of Decoherance are also a prime factor in the collation of our hypothesis". Tuvok clarified then sensing he was losing the audience attempted to adapt the theory to a common experience. "Suppose you were to attempt to observe an object in a complete absence of matter and energy, an area of darkness in space, an area so far between galaxies there was no light or any wave activity of any type." "If there was no wave activity or light there would be no way to measure it passively, you would have to use an active sensor sweep". Answered Sisko, then before anyone could interrupt, "Of course! By observing the object you would affect it!" "Exactly, Captain Sisko, this place, we believe to be a super position, a congruence of many-Universes, where change is inevitable and if we were each to return to our previous universes we would affect the changes we believe are being produced in this area by it's very existence". Stated Spock. "In other words we can't go home, because home as we know it no longer exists", Said Janeway. The silence that hung over the bridge was oppressive but not as much as some might imagine. These were the best of the brightest, for many of them being far from home had become a common fact of life. "We believe the Nexus was once created by an intelligence for purposes unknown." Explained Spock, "Unfortunately the sheer power required to maintain it, across universes is as you may imagine is immense, in fact, immeasurable. But by projecting a down scaled power curve that we can observe, we have been able ascertain that it is collapsing." "Slowly, definitively, certainly, the universe, all universes connected to this Nexus are doomed". Intoned Tuvok. "Well that's a fine kettle of grubs!" said Quark stepping away from the replicator. Every eye turned to him. "What? What! What is it with you people, Don't like grub beetles?" questioned Quark. "A fine kettle of grubs indeed" said Janeway. "Well let's see if we can expand this little universe a bit shall we? Mr. Tuvok could you see what data has been gathered from Naomi Wildman's science experiment?" She turned to Spock "It seems they've pierced the boundary of the Nexus". "Fascinating" Said Spock raising an eyebrow. ******************************************************************** From: Fran Catrair Subject: [voyagerliveaction] **RE-POST** Cleaning Up Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2001 05:26:46 -0800 (PST) < Belanna! Belanna! The doctors have made your < head not hear that voice anymore with this < thing on your neck. I put it there. He < wants to talk to you. Can you wake up now? B'Elanna groggily began to come to. The first thing she felt was severely fatigued; like she used to feel after Professor Stevesson's astrophysics exams. She groaned. ::Used to take me DAYS to recover from those d*mn exams.:: she thought. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she felt the cortical stimulator attached to her neck. She also became aware of Naomi speaking to her. < It worked! My rosebush and the message pin < got throuh to the other ship! Auntie Ka I < mean Captian Janeway is sending us numbers < to make a map of how our ships have to come < together once they pull back here near Eo. < Harry has an idea to tractr ray our Voyager < to the shadow one so we dont have to be lost < anymore. Want to come with me to talk to < Chakoty and Barklay and Bootby? I am sure < the hollow doctor can watch you with that < on. I took her hand and waited. Dont < worry I will watch her so you can use < that neck voice blocker to keep Belanna < bettr. Right now we need to get things < ready for Auntie Kathy whos here now for < things. Lets go. Lets go Belanna. We < need to see how to bring all the ships < togethr so we are home again. B'Elanna smiled while listening to the young girl's continuing chatter. Things had sure changed for her since coming onto Voyager. There was a time she would not have had the patience to even consider listening to the chatter of a child. But being onboard Voyager all these years had tempered her to realize the value of everyone onboard, even of a young human girl. This 'girl' was smart, and had actually helped them out many times. She now thought of the young girl as she would a niece. ::I wasn't really close to my family growing up. It would be nice to have a second chance at a family, even if it is in a surrogate role.:: she thought. Upon hearing that she was free to go, B'Elanna accepted the young girl's hand and together, they left sickbay. Her mind was actually, relatively clear. ::It's nice to not to be hearing those voices in my head.:: B'Elanna mused, shaking subject part back and forth. She noticed the questioning look Naomi was giving her and smiled down at the child. "I'm ok. Just making sure everything is still there." she jokingly concluded. The girl just giggled and they continued on in relative silence. ::So, the experiment worked, eh? That's good. It would be nice to know I'm a total individual again.:: This 'shadow' world stuff was confusing. ::Even for me, and I'm a chief engineer of a starship, for Kahliss' sake!:: she concluded. Finally, they were in the Lab. She noticed Chakotay and Harry were still there, although they seemed to be upset by something. "Harry...Chakotay? What is it?" she asked. Chakotay looked at her. "Good to see you back up and around, B'Elanna." he said. Boothby interrupted him. "Lieutenant, you might best get to engineering right away. There was a situation there, but it has been taken care of." he finished. As she turned to head back out, Naomi's voice stopped her. "Can I come along, B'Elanna?" she asked. "No, Naomi. I'm not sure if it's safe right now." she stated. "But...but..I'm supposed to help the doctor, by making sure you're ok." Naomi finished in a small, timid voice. B'Elanna knelt down next to the girl. "I'll be ok. Thank you for your concern. I promise you, I will be careful. I know the doctor will understand." she concluded. Naomi just looked at her with big round eyes, brimming with tears. Moved by the girl's concern, B'Elanna reached out and gave the girl an arm-sweeping hug. She smiled at her again. "I'm sure Harry and the Commander could use your help. After all, this IS your project, young lady!" she laughed, nodding at those in the room, and turning to head out for engineering. On her way down the corridor, she heard reports of what had happened in engineering. ::Just typical of a Klingon, let alone a Klingon of Worf's caliber, to take charge as he did!:: B'Elanna chuckled to herself. As she neared engineering, she noticed remnants of what had taken place. The insurrectionists were gone, but the inside of engineering was a mess. Growling, she looked around and spotted an ensign over by a console. "Ensign" she barked. "I want you to organize a detail and start cleaning up this mess immediately! Just because we have rude guests does not mean they can mess up my engineering deck!" Whirling around and crossing her arms, she glared at the security detail still in place. "Do you mean to tell me they don't clean up messes on ships where YOU all serve?" The security detail squirmed at the scrutiny a very angry Klingon lieutenant was giving them. Funny how she reminded them of Commander Worf, they all concluded. Except, at this moment, they felt they would have been safer with him! -------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : B'Elanna in sickbay under diagnostic arch. Image: B'Elanna in engineering jacket with tools looking up at engine core. Image: Torres smiling in hallway in amusement. ************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] When Two Universes Collide Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2001 18:24:22 -0000 > The holodoc handed Mr. Paris a hypospray.."You're fit for > duty.. but keep that cortical monitor on at all times and inject > yourself with the suppressant at two hours intervals. No > reoccurance of memory lapse will come. That crisis is over > for now. I'll work on a theory to separate shadow and real > bodies from you next.." Tom turns over the hypo in his hand. "Thanks... I guess" he replies, but seems disturbed by something. > Chakotay was happy with the EMH's course of action. "Tom. > Come with me? I'm on my way to the hydroponics bay. > Phase One of the transporter test is done. A rosebush fitted > with a combadge altered molecularly has just been sent to > your ship. Barclay's gotten a response.. I'd love your > feedback.. Anything you can tell me about what happened on > Voyager after she moved away from the ribbon, leaving us all > here. I know about Tuvok's away mission. He's here right now > on the bridge. How about it?" "Er... yeah, sure" Tom replies to the Commander. Chakotay can see something's bothering him though. "The Doctor will find a way to seperate you from your Nexus shadow, you don't have to worry about that." "It's possible for the Doctor to misdiagnose, Chakotay. He's not infallible" Tom says. "True, but he's the most knowledgable and experienced medical practicioner on the ship. He's saved both our lives more than once. I'd trust him." Tom doesn't seem so sure. "I still don't think his shadow theory is right. This feels different. It's me, yet it's not me. When I was reliving memories, they were of situations I've never been in before. Like being beta-shift conn-officer on the Enterprise." "Maybe it was wish-fulfilment" Chakotay offers. " The Enterprise *is* the flagship of the Federation." "No!" Tom says emphatically. "It was definitely something this other person in my mind experienced. I could feel it - every nuance of it." He screws up his eyes, concentrating on the faux memory, then opens them again and sighs. "I guess there's nothing I can do about it right now." ______________________________________________________________ Meanwhile in another universe, close to our own... Kathryn Janeway walks into sickbay, seeing both the Doctor and Kes standing next to his prone form lying on the biobed. "What's the news?" she asks. She feels for Kes, the young Ocampan was so devoted to him. "Same as before, all electrical activity in Mr Paris' cerebral cortex is gone. However I found an interesting anomaly during my examination. There are signs that for mere moments his body was in a state of quantum flux. Kes has an interesting theory that may hold out some hope for him." "Kes?" Kathryn asks, looking at how well she seems to be holding up. Is she in denial or is there truly a way that Tom could be brought back? "Captain, this might sound... crazy, but I think Tom is okay, he's just lost." "Lost?" Kathryn queries. Kes nods quickly. "Remember when Commander Chakotay was pronounced brain-dead, but I felt a presence drifting throughout the ship and it turned out to be the Commander's mind inhabiting people, trying to protect us?" Kathryn nods, with a questioning glance. "You believe a similar situation is happening here?" "Yes, I mean..... maybe." Kes struggles with her words, trying to convey what she's thinking. Kathryn puts her hands on Kes' arms. "Calm down, Kes" she says softly. She nods, breathes in deeply and exhales, then continues. "This time I felt more than a simple presence. When the accident happened, I actually felt Tom's mind seperate from him. It was tangible, I knew it was him." "What happened to him?" Kathryn asks, wondering if it could be true. "Tom seemed disorientated. I felt him getting fainter and fainter. I called out to him with my mind, but I don't know if he heard." "Where did he go, Kes?" Kathryn urges. "Into the ribbon. Captain, we have to go in and rescue him." Kathryn looks at the Doctor for verification. "The amount of cosmic energy we're talking about, Captain, anything is possible. Starfleet's last encounter with this nexus is detailed in the logs and records we were sent last year." Kathryn feels torn. If there's a chance they can reincorporate Tom they must take it, but the last tendril of energy the nexus threw at them knocked out most of their primary systems. The ship is running on backup as it is. They could never take Voyager in there and remain intact. "Kes, if we enter the nexus, there's a good chance we won't survive the encounter." "Then let me take a shuttle" Kes persists. "Less surface area, less resistance." "You don't have enough flight experience to handle a shuttle in a hazardous environment alone." "Please Captain, we can't just leave him out there." Kes is almost pleading. Kathryn looks at Tom's body on the bed. It looks as if he's just sleeping. Then she turns back to Kes who would almost certainly try to steal a shuttle if forced to. "Walk with me" she tells her...... ______________________________________________________________ On the bridge, Kes tells her story again to the senior officers. "If we were to proceed with this mission, I'd feel more reassured if Kes was accompanied" Kathryn states. "Chakotay? You're our most accomplished pilot after Tom." "There might be a few shuttle wrecks which would disagree with that assessment, Captain" B'Elanna quips. Chakotay glances wearily at the half-klingon, but smiles slightly. "I always said Starfleet engineering wasn't what it was cracked up to be. If those had of been Maquis shuttles..." B'Elanna rolls her eyes. Chakotay turns to his Captain. "Mission accepted. I mightn't be as close to Tom as some people on this hip, but I've come to respect him over the years. Besides, there's the matter of an old debt to be paid off." Kathryn nods knowing exactly what he's referring to. "Prep for flight, let me know when you're ready." "Captain" B'Elanna interjects. "Ah... if we're really going to send a shuttle out into that" she motions to the swirling mass of power still on the viewscreen, "then I should be aboard too. It's going to be pretty wild in there and if something blows, well, no offence to Chakotay but he wouldn't know a conduit from a constrictor." Chakotay widens his eyes and stares at her in mock indignation. Kathryn struggles to suppress a grin. "Always good to hear to hear such confidence in our first officer. Ok B'Elanna, you're up." "If Harry asks, I'm telling him you volunteered" Chakotay says to her. B'Elanna sticks out her tongue at Chakotay and they both go over to the turbolift where Kes is now waiting. B'Elanna notices her despondant expression. "Hey, don't worry" she tells her, putting an arm around her. "We haven't let a little thing like death stop us before. Why start now?" ______________________________________________________________ Kathryn watches the shuttle fly out towards the nexus ribbon. In no time at all, it's swallowed by the phenomenon. She only hopes they can find Tom's essence and bring it back with everyone still in one piece...... On board the shuttle it's almost like being in the middle of a hurricane. The little ship is being buffeted about like a tinker toy. "Oh yeah, another Chakotay pleasure cruise special" B'Elanna says ironically. "We're still alive. That isn't enough for you?" Chakotay shoots back as he yanks the ship around another energy tendril. "I don't know why everyone's so wound up. This is just like being back in the Badlands." "I hated the Badlands too" B'Elanna snarls as yet another conduit blows and she races to patch it up. "Sensor readings are off the scale" Kes reports. "I believe we're clearing the disturbances now though." "Feels wonderful" B'Elanna quips as they're rocked again. "Okay, that represents the last of the spare parts" she says as she closes the panel. "If something else blows up, we'll have to stick it together with chewing gum." Kes proves true to her word though and they clear into the calm of the inner nexus. She gazes in wonder at the slow streaks of light lancing across the window. Chakotay glances back at B'Elanna and shrugs. "That wasn't so hard." He looks across at Kes. "Do you sense Tom anywhere nearby?" Kes concentrates hard, closing her eyes. "Yes" she says finally. "But he's so faint. I..." Then she gives out a small yelp and her eyes fill up with tears. "He's crying out for me. He's in trouble, I can sense it." B'Elanna walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Focus Kes, which direction is he in?" Kes bites her lip. "Straight ahead, a little to the left." "I'm on it" Chakotay says. The shuttle veers slightly onto its new course. After around twenty minutes of flying, something is picked up on sensors. "What is it?" Kes asks. "Can't say, it's still too far out. Is your impression of Tom still leading in this direction?" Chakotay asks. Kes nods in confirmation, not trusting herself to say anything. She can feel her Tom's confusion and fear. In a couple more minutes, they're able to get a better scan on the reading. "It's definitely a ship" B'Elanna tells everyone as she looks at her console, then stops. Chakotay looks over to her, his brow furrowed. "B'Elanna?" "It's Federation...... USS Voyager." She sits back in her chair with a stunned expression on her face. "What? It can't be!" But Chakotay's instrumentation confirms the ship's identity. "How?" "Quantum flux" B'Elanna murmers, working something out in her head. Kes looks directly at the Voyager, little more than a speck at the moment, but growing larger the closer they get. "Tom's in there, I feel it." Chakotay considers their options for a long moment, then presses the comm button. "Chakotay to USS Voyager, do you read me?" ---------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : "Alternative universe" Chakotay talking to "alternative universe" Torres in hallway.. Image: A pensive "alternate universe" Kes. (hehehe) **************************************************************** From: "Lil Sister" Subject: Lore try to sneak ways. Date: Fri, 09 Mar 2001 06:18:54 -0000 "I am liking this not!" Lore say to the man with the hair curly. "Take this light jael away from me. Garak! Weyoun! Seska! " But they do not awake. Lore see that Obrien want he to be in the sickbay place. And his new friends under sleeping are sent to another place. ::The bridge. They go to the bridge. Tuvok is rescued and we cannot go on to plans.. I wait.:: Lore turn to the Obrien man. "I do not know what is happened to me. I hit the Vulchen and he fall down." But the artifishal man look at Weyoun and not look eyes away. He tell this way to him a hidden thing. ::I escape to find you soon...:: the eyes say. Weyoun nodded headings from his place on the floor. No one knew he was awake. But then Obrien send these bad crew to the bridge and a new light jael by the captains. Janeway look up from her book and see the prisonars. Lore did the next thing he do. He stop moving. He knew this bother everyone and he let the tranzporter take him to sickbay and the holografic doctor. Lore saw that it was he only with the doctor. The emh look at him, "I see you are awar of happenings. And you know you cannot attack. I am not real. So I come in to scan your head. I see the chip is bad now. The phaser you got from Worf fighting has hurt you." Lore think about this and did not move. ::Is this a true thing?:: Then he talk again. "Doctor. I feel as I have when I was with my brother. How can this be bad thing? I was given the good chip in the Place of Angels and now gun fire has taken it back. It must be this way. Let me free!" "Not now. I must examine you Lore. You are danger to my crew companions. Tuvok had wounds from you but thanking he is on the bridge now. I am not pleased." Lore think again. ::This must be differenting or I will be freedomless and he do surgery to see the changes. I feel Weyoun is contact me as he do Belanna Torres. I have a new purpose. Weyoun rule me. So I do all to stay same.:: Out of his mouth he say, "There is...a dificulty. I....I..." and he pretend a fluid shut cut off. "Self termining. End come..." The doctor in alarms come into Lore jael to see him with the med sensor radio. He see all inside body things and water stop. "Lore?" He come near. Then Lore grab the tricordar and make it drop the jael lighting around him. The doctor throw himself on Lore but Lore has much strength. Lore take him with him, to the bridge. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ The Doctor tell everyperson there that Lore is danger. In the new jael by the captains, Weyoun, Seska, Garak smile when they see him move as if the doctor were nothing. Now, phasers no work and came off the doctor's body shape energy. "Captains! Do not attack Lore. You may hurt me. My emitter no is good with fire shots." Lore stand there with the Doctor hanging onto his body to try and stop him. "Captains and other people here. I want as you. I want to be free from the Place of Angels. I will no fight if you free those others there." He point to Garak and the two with him. Lore wait for the leaders of the bridge to have talkings. ************************************************************* From: "Roxy Dee" Subject:Sometimes, you just gotta hang feet on both sides of the fence~~ Date: Fri, 09 Mar 2001 06:31:35 -0000 Harry listened to the comlink they had open to the bridge. He heard Tuvok's empassioned theory about quantum variables changing the random occurences of events in their current real time universe. It was enough to make his head hurt. "Tom... Tuvok.. I think you are missing the point here." He said to them over the computer screen link he had with them and Boothby. "This is the Nexus. All of that doom and gloom may be true but hey.. while we're all in here, we can CONTROL what happens. It holds true that the Nexus ribbon is nothing,..." he struggled to formulate his words. "..without people to shape it with their presence and their thoughts. How do we know that its current growth pattern isn't some natural fluctuation in its lifespan similar to a star going through its white, blue dwarf to red giant phases? I can't believe any one natural phenomena has the power to destroy multiple universes absolutely. Even a black hole cannot do that.. It only shunts in energy from one universe then out a quasar's mouth in the next.." Harry leaned forward making sure that Janeway was watching from her standing place by her chair. Her book was forgotten since O'Brien had transferred the rebels siding with Weyoun to her bridge. He hit a toggle showing his work with the map coordinates that Chakotay and Barclay and Naomi had penetrated with their beaming experiment. "Look here.." he pointed. Where the matter we believe to be Nexus , the combadge pin, and the real matter, the rose bush, went through the margin.. There is only ONE universe.. The one we all originated from. Where the real Voyager is sending us these number files." "It's as if.. the beaming somehow....sutured together the tear in all the universes's crossing points. I am reading normal space time physics only coming from where our transporter beam to Io directed itself." Ensign Kim smiled. He leaned forward on the terminal into the visual pickups, "I'll just bet that if we move the common ship to touch the Nexus Margin again.. We won't be harmed and further physical contact with anything to it by us, our equipment and energy output will heal this disparity that Tuvok says exists. Watch.." Harry took an lifepod from the DS9 point on the commonship and remotely drove it into the Nexus to very near where the beam had reset reality's proper shape. The pod halted, not passing through but embedding itself into the Nexus margin wall, half inside and half beyond. Light flare and a ring edge of normal black stars appeared in a nimbus around the shimmering pod.. "There is no way this pod can get through without a transporter signal strong enough to push it the rest of the way outside. But look at the numbers coming from the real Voyager.. They are zeroing out! The Nexus is healing,.. retreating.. and the rend in the universes boundaries is getting smaller... If we can get enough of ourselves; our ship's hulls in contact with the margin long enough.. maybe we can..grow and metamorphose out of here naturally.." he smiled.. Then Tom reeled as the pod flared brighter.."Stop!! Something is..." The EMH let go of Lore who was fascinated by developments and called out.. "Tom! " he aimed a tricorder at him, "Your brainwave pattern is flattening out into normal but..there is another side effect.. I am reading an intrusion of three other brain patterns that aren't shadow or real coming stronger. And I am getting reading of a ghosting biosigns of you as brain dead in an echo. It's very faint." Harry dropped his pretense and checked Ops from his hydroponics bay station. "There's a new shuttle with an energy signature I've never seen before.. Inside are.....combadge signals the reverse of ours... reading....(All A-'s) Kes, Chakotay... and B'Elanna?!" The ensign said, "Their biosignatures came from a universe rift before the beamout's mending effect.. They've come through to us. They're hailing..." And then all on the commonship heard A-Chakotay's ships hail to Janeway and the other captains. =^=A-Chakotay to the Voyager. We must come aboard. Tom Paris's life depends on it.=^= ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Harry promotional photo with lilac background. Gif: Star Trek Voyager lettering in yellow and white. Gif: Official Paramount logo Image: Collage Poster of the Star Trek Voyager Crew. *********************************************************** From: "Cory Anda" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Vis' A Vis' Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2001 09:12:26 -0000 Chakotay heard the incoming hail in the audiovisual link from hydroponics to the common bridge. ::I don't believe it.:: He unconsciously glanced over to his spirit guide, Matseyeho who was sniffing out all objects in the room, unseen by all. The wolf seemed oblivious to developments. ::Maybe this (A)Chakotay isn't real, or so different that his mind cannot wrap around my spirit world here.:: "I'll take it here, Harry." Chakotay ordered. The ensign nodded and transferred the incoming hail to his terminal in the hydrobay. The first officer routed arrangements to record the incoming message through Boothby and through any computer on the common bridge that would analyze and accept the signal. He waited long seconds before touching the reply pad. =^=This is the starship Voyager. We read you. Hold position 10,000 KM starboard.=^= he ordered. =^=It's just a precaution. Your shuttle has energy signatures we've never seen before. Non-standard Federation configuration. If you're who you appear to be, you realize that improperly calibrated warp and impulse emissions like this would react unfavorably with our engines and cause a polaron surge. Your phase variance is deviating with closer and closer relative proximity. Tune output signature to .09microdynes per light second and keep a comm channel open.=^= There was an awkward pause on the other end and on the viewscreen Chakotay saw the tiny shuttle slow to a crawl and halt at the distance he set. "Voyager, our mission is one of rescue. We've little time to explain." A-Chakotay hurried. "We are adjusting our emissions to the required wavelengths. If your Tom Paris has been acting strangely or is ill we know why.. The mind of our Tom Paris was stripped from his body in a console accident and was conveyed here to your Mr. Paris. He now has two brain wave patterns. Correct?" Chakotay nodded to the EMH on the bridge, "Yes,..uh, Commander, that's right.. But we thought that Mr. Paris's memory lapses were due to his real self being in almost the same place and time as his shadow self here in the Nexus." A-Chakotay sighed, "I wish we could have brought our EMH along to explain better but his matrices couldn't be adapted to manifest inside the Ribbon fast enough before we had to launch. Our A-Tom is dying... and this is why. We have to recover his consciousness seat to his body soon or he won't survive." The first officer saw that the strange shuttle's engine output was compatible to the common ship, "Pilot into the Voyager section's Shuttlebay Two. I'll have a security team convey you to the common bridge. Bring all pertinent medical data you have for our EMH to analyze." "Understood.." said A-Chakotay. In the background, A-Kes cried out over him, "Please, let's hurry! I won't have him die on me.." ::A-Kes?:: Chakotay thought. ::Worried about Tom so deeply?:: Then he realized that this shuttle may be from an alternate universe. It would explain the skewed engine emissions and slightly different sound to their voices.. He added, "We won't let things get that far.. We need our Mr. Paris back, too, (A)Kes. Chakotay out." The first officer glanced at Janeway and saw that she so far agreed with his plan of action. He waited for anyone else to try and work around this surprising new twist to comment. ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Tom and Chakotay at the helm station glancing at viewscreen, concentrating. Image: Chakotay and Tom talking in a medium shot. Gif : Band of Indian design in blue. Image: Chakotay's river stone. ************************************************************ From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Into the Deep End :) Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2001 09:20:30 -0000 Kes had over heard all that transpired and excused herself along with Commander Chakotay to report to the bridge. She told Naomi Wildman to stay and work with Barclay in the bay to further refine the beaming technique. =^=I'll bring the doctor's data from sickbay to the bridge. Perhaps we can compare and contrast data from the shuttle crew's.=^= she added before the bridge to bay link was terminated. She caught the girl's nod as she bent to work. Barclay gave her an encouraging thumbs up. Kes hurried. She arrived to the bridge only moments after Chakotay did. They tracked the progress of the shuttle crew with their security escort on Boothby's sensors. "They are so like you ship folk.." he remarked gravelly. "Even dress the same way.. But their combadges are rendered inert. Something about when they left the confines of their own shuttle and entered the common ship..." Kes set out her datapadds and tricorder and devices which would show the new arrivals the data numbers stream Voyager was sending them from the outside. Only a consensus would yield results, she knew. The EMH flicked onto the upper deck of the bridge and picked up Kes's medical tricorder and met the three shuttle crew at the turbo door. He scanned them one by one. "Interesting... Your DNA is L-deviated.. and several base pairs show natural inheritances that aren't in our Kes, Chakotay and B'Elanna. For instance,.. your engineer is showing no signs of pregnancy.." A-B'Elanna snorted, "I beg your pardon?! This EMH's about as tactless as ours.. So much for wishful thinking. For your information, doctor,.. I have no husband to have a child with.." "Hmmm.." the EMH pondered, "Our Tom Paris's married to our B'Elanna.. both here in the shadow realm inside the Nexus and on the outside..." A-Chakotay scoffed, "I hate to break up this mutual oddity appreciation but please, let's get on with analyzing what really counts.. Mr. Paris, in all of his incarnations.." Kes stepped up eye to eye with A-Kes, they were wearing the same outfit. "We are going to do everything we can to help you and your Tom.. I see he is more to you than just a fellow crewmember." she pointed to the ring on A-Kes's ring finger. "I don't have a bond ring yet. I haven't found my true bondmate yet." A-Kes regarded Kes with quiet detachment that was cordial and very relaxed. She handed her pad to the EMH. He was holding her Tom's medical data to Boothby . The worry in her face was self evident and close to the surface. The holodoc smiled to reassure her and moved off to a science console with both sets of data to run an comparative study. While they waited, A-Chakotay stood on the upper deck and glanced down at Chakotay standing in front of his chair. "Huh, you have yours on the left temple.." he said about the tattoo there. Both first officers fingered their tribal marks and Janeway between them laughed.. Then Boothby came online suddenly..."Captains! Isolate the shuttle crew!! I've just isolated a gamma isotope grade nine coming from their tissues..! Level ten containment...!" The EMH's fingers flew over his console and soon, the three were safely separated.. "Grade Nine? Why didn't I detect that? Computer! Emergency! Seal all sensitive equipment on the bridge from any contact with the air. Mark... Everyone, grab an O-mask. I'm converting the atmosphere to heavy water.. We're going to have to go underwater for a few minutes to decontaminate..Those three are safe inside their fields. You have three seconds..." The computer corollated data with Boothby and transported site to site, the breathing masks to each member on the bridge.. When it detected all masks were properly sealed on everyone's faces, it rendered the contaminated air to heavy liquid water.. The deadly Grade Nine radiation fizzed to halflife and began the slow curve to an inert state.. Kes swam from her floating position down to each of the three containment fields housing A-Kes, A-B'Elanna and A-Chakotay to find that they were fine.. and still within their normal air pockets.. They looked horrified at this new development... She spoke reassuringly in to the mask's radio pickup linked to Boothby. "The doctor acted fast enough.. This water is designed to render radiation particles of this type harmless. It'll just take a few minutes to decontam ourselves this way." The EMH, of course, wasn't swimming like everyone else on the common bridge not isolated.. "Strange I had to do that Boothby.. I thought that negative developments didn't develop inside the Nexus unless allowed to with our thoughts..." Boothby grinned tightly.."These three are as real as Voyager out there transmitting to us.. Only they are from another universe that touched ours through a rift. That Gamma isotope is just their universe's normal background radiation..." A-Chakotay whistled.."Something as innocuous as that is deadly to you? I guess none of you here is going to be paying our ship any housecalls any time soon." His slightly different voice echoed inside his containment field. Kes swam back to the lower bridge, to Mr. Paris, who had remained silent to date at things to see if he was all right. She checked his mask.. He was fine, staring at A-Kes as she leaned into her isolation field with her palms.. He raised his underwater ones to hers and where they met the field glowed.. "Tom.. we're going to get to the bottom of this." Kes reassured, and surprised at his reaction to A-Kes. ::I am glad B'Elanna isn't here to see him fawn over this woman.. She would be more than a little jealous.:: Boothby put out a shipwide hail of the heavy water medical flood of the common bridge so no one would use a turbolift to go there and accidently release the compound into unprotected areas of the ship. =^=Boothby Shipwide. Heavy water on bridge. Resolution in 4.7 minutes. Please stand by.. There are no medical casualties.=^= Kes looked at everyone around her floating in the water, their hair drifting about their heads.::This gamma energy is real.. It penetrated the influence of the Nexus without being altered by it. I wonder what it may mean for us?:: ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachment) Image : Kes, neelix and the EMH talking over a medical tricorder. Audio : A doctor- "I'm giving you a clean bill of health.." Image : Kes and the EMH in promo back to back. *animated gif* A computer screen, showing an energy gradient fluxing on a lcars display.. ************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: Reptiles and water don't mix... Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2001 23:36:20 +0400 Jadzia Dovin-Kah heard the environmental alert Boothby sent out from the bridge.. >=^=Boothby Shipwide. Heavy water on bridge. Resolution >in 4.7 minutes. Please stand by.. There are no medical >casualties.=^= ::What?!!:: she thought from her place walking by Chief O'Brien's side. He and his team with hers were going back to security with Worf's team to bolster up Weyoun's, Garak's and Seska's holding security field on the bridge. ::No casualities? That's going to change real fast.. Cardassians and small places AND underwater locations doesn't bide well.. Garak's going to go beserk!!:: "Chief! Where are your O-masks, I'm going to need four total. Send me to the bridge!! Garak isn't going to like being trapped in water.. He's going to break out..!" O'Brien looked puzzled, knowing full well about heavy water decontamination procedures but not knowing why Jadzia was so concerned. Jadzia frowned, "You don't know Cardassian strength in a blind panic. He'll get out of that field in no time just by himself. And when he does, water's going to flood inside.." The chief and Worf wasted no time getting her the masks and rigging a safe site to site transport to inside the flooded bridge. It was tricky business.. O'Brien had to first beam out a Jadzia sized chunk of heavy water to make room for her arrival. This kind of water did not compress readily enough to allow for new mass additions. The hull would not be risked now. Jadzia tightened her hold on the three masks she had in her hands. She saw through the slightly blue hued water, the captains and three newcomers in isofields who seemed to look like Kes, Chakotay and B'Elanna. She didn't let that shocker distract her. She swam down to in front of the command chairs and tapped Janeway's arm, handing her a couple of masks.. "Garak is panicking!" she told her through the radio link. "He's going to breach his field.. Help me with the others!" #Heavy water decontamination completion in four minutes nine seconds..# the computer announced.. ::Plenty of time to drown in..:: Jadzia grumbled. Sure enough she could see gray hands pounding on the field and it sparking ominously behind the water.. ::The EMH's linked through Boothby and he through these mask's radio link. He'll hear me..:: "Doctor! Garak's breaking out!! Help us!" The security field flashed and bubbles imploded as heavy water slammed into the space it once occupied.. The pressure of the change hurt all of their ears. Jadzia saw Seska and Weyoun holding their breaths. She hoped Janeway got to them soon to give them the O-masks. Jadzia swam past them, seeing that they were calmly treading water as they saw people swimming rapidly towards them.. She found Garak clawing at the ceiling, spewing out the air that he had left.. She could hear his cries even through the water.. She grabbed his legs and was kicked violently in the face.. Her mask drifted off and she was blinded momentarily seeing stars. Then a pressure grabbed her shoulders and her mask was secured against her face once again.. It was the doctor.. she heard him through the link, "Whoops. Missing something? I can't quite reach Mr. Garak, he's too high to the ceiling and I can't swim.. Neither can he from the looks of things. It'll be unpleasant for him but wait 30 seconds until he blacks out. That way you won't be injured further by him. Just force the water out of his chest cavity when you give him the mask..the lighter pressure then will trigger the mask it'll take over any lapsed breathing for him. I'll erect another air filled forcefield with Boothby down here and we can treat him inside of it, once you rescue him." ::Let Garak drown?:: Jadzia thought.. But then a small part of her smiled deep down.. ::This is probably the first bath he's taken his whole life..:: "Understood." she said, spitting blood out of the side of her mouth through the breathing tube. "But I still want to kill him.. I think he broke my nose.." The EMH frowned, "He did. Easy fix.. But your vitals are fine. Now have at it." She waved the others away, Chakotay, Kes, Janeway... "Wait!.. He's fit to kill.. Let him black out first . The doc'll treat him later..!" They saw the red encircling Jadzia's face and understood, floating away from him. Garak struggled a bit more and then grew still. He looked terrified even out cold.. ::Perhaps this isn't so funny..:: Jadzia thought seriously. She swam up and grabbed Garak by the waist. ::Time to play lifeguard..:: #Decontamination completion in two minutes seven seconds..# the computer announced. Jadzia felt Kes help her press most of the water out of Garak's lungs and hold the mask over his face until the servo mechs detected his problem. It formed a suction and drained the rest of the water out before converting to a respirator and forcing oxygen in. Jadzia still felt Garak's heartbeat in his chest. ::So far so good.:: Then they swam him down towards the floor. "We have to wait until the wash is over to get him down there?" Jadzia asked Kes. "Yes." the Ocampan said. "Yes." the EMH said. "And after that, it'll take a few minutes to redrain the water back into isotanks and return atmosphere to the bridge." "Figures. What's a little hard radiation between friends?" Jadzia sighed, patting Garak's sodden head. "At least you won't smell so bad for quite a while." she chuckled and waited for the computer to finish the heavy water decontam.. Kes laughed. #One minute to decontamination completion..# --------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Garak closeup, looking mad. Image : Jadzia, grinning ear to ear. *animated gif* Water wavelets. *animated gif* Bubbles rising. *animated gif* Lizard in a scuba suit looking panicky. *animated gif* Bubbles rising. *animated gif* Red Alert display flashing.. ****************************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Date: Sun Mar 11, 2001 2:38pm Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Into the Deep End :) > Kes swam back to the lower bridge, to Mr. Paris, who had > remained silent to date at things to see if he was all right. > She checked his mask.. He was fine, staring at A-Kes as > she leaned into her isolation field with her palms.. He raised > his underwater ones to hers and where they met the field > glowed.. > > "Tom.. we're going to get to the bottom of this." Kes > reassured, and surprised at his reaction to A-Kes. ::I am > glad B'Elanna isn't here to see him fawn over this woman.. > She would be more than a little jealous.:: Tom tears himself away from A-Kes. "I hope so" Tom replies. "It's weird having two minds in my head. I can feel the other one starting to reassert itself." He shakes his head and looks back at A-Kes. "He's happy to see you, that much I can pick up." A-Kes smiles. Even though this isn't her Tom, his mind resides within this double. "I know, I can sense him." A-B'Elanna sniffs impatiently as they wait for the water to decontaminate the radiation. "So... my double is pregnant... with your child?" she says to Tom a little incredulously. "Is that so hard to believe?" Tom asks, walking over to her, thankful for the distraction. "It's surprising" she admits. "In my universe, Tom only ever had eyes for Kes. Although at one point I thought they were never going to get together. It took over a year for them to realise how each other felt." From across the field, A-Kes blushes slightly. Tom glances across and feels his heart warm in appreciation. *No, not me, the other me* Tom tells himself, struggling to differentiate the two as the other mind starts to become stronger. It'll soon be time for him to take a dose from the Doc's hypo. "Is that just a hint of jealousy I hear?" Tom smiles. "Oh you're full of yourself aren't you. No helmboy, it isn't. A-Harry keeps me more than busy enough at night, thank you very much." A-B'Elanna gives him a smirk of her own. "You and A-Harry?" Tom says, amazed. He can't even imagine it. The firey engineer would half kill him. He's barely survived some of the nights together with his own B'Elanna himself. "Jeez, wait till I tell him this one." A-Chakotay chuckles. "It seems our universes are different in many ways." He idly glances at the commbadge on Tom's uniform, noting the trapezium design behind the Starfleet insignia, rather than the four bars common to his universe. It's then that he hears the faint sound of a transporter beam on the other side of the field and watches as the drama with the Cardassian unfolds... ------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Starfleet combadge, Alternate Universe Style Image : Harry Kim and B'Elanna Torres side by side. ************************************************************ From: "Alex Delet" Date: Sun Mar 11, 2001 3:01pm Subject: No Rain, But Floods Janeway was just managing to maintain her position in the water, despite the unusual currents which were trying to counteract that... As she watched her book start to rise... It wasn't going to float. The whole combined bridge was filled with water. Under different circumstances, this would be unusual... Janeway had a distinct memory of a drill back at the Academy, involving something similar... But the thought that it wasn't her memory, stopped her considering it too much. Janeway had been working out the best way, to get to Seska and Weyoun. The look of panic now settled on them, told her she needed to act now.. As she did, getting one of the masks in an outstretched arm. She was tempted to 'throw' them or toss them to the drowning criminals. But didn't want to risk losing them.. Passing a mask to Seska, she hesitated looking warily at her, before quickly accepting and activating the mask. Weyoun was close to out right panic.. Janeway kept herself out of range of his arms or legs, and handed him a mask. He didn't worry, just slapped it straight on.. Seeing Jadzia, Janeway moved with Kes toward Chakotay, all of them thinking of helping Jadzia deal with the enraged Garak. > >"Wait!.. He's fit to kill.. Let him black out first >The doc'll treat him later..!" > Nobody disagreed with that, it was obvious why Jadzia had come to that conclusion. Janeway went back to maintaining position, smiling briefly at some of the remarks. #Decontamination Complete# the computer intoned rapidly. Seska and Weyoun exchanged a glance. Janeway started to anticipate what would happen. Jadzia gave her a pointed glance, and a sudden hand movement... Suddenly, all of the water on the bridge disappeared. Gone... Instantly, and gravity was fully restored. Kathryn landed at an odd angle on the steps.... A Second, although it seemed longer. later, the atmosphere returned, and everyone took a heavy breath. There was a chorus of heavy coughs... And nobody made an instant effort to get up... THAT was one for the log... ---------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Close up of Janeway's face side view. **************************************************** END WEEK NINE RECAP 03-11-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} WEEK TEN RECAP 03-12-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} *********************************************** From: Fran Catrair Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Double Vision Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2001 22:49:06 -0800 (PST) Having finished her cleaning task, B'Elanna was satisfied. Tired, but satisfied. She had run a complete systems test and analysis of engineering. She wanted to be sure none of the insurgents had tapped into any of the systems. She found the anomoly Tuvok had found before he was knocked unconscious by the android. ::The android.:: B'Elanna thought. ::I knew we couldn't trust that thing.:: She quickly fixed the problem and erected a security field around the system. #Computer, erect a Level 3 force field around all essential ship systems. Authorization Torres, Beta 3647 Mark 2.# she ordered. #Acknowledged# the computer replied. It would keep all these temporal visitors away from the ship's vital systems, but a high ranking officer, such as Tuvok, Chakotay or Janeway would be able to override the force field. It might be inconvenient for the essential temporal officers, but they would just have to work with Voyager personnel to work on the systems. ::That should do it.:: she thought. ::Now let's see them mess with my engineering again!:: she smirked to herself. =^= Torres to the Bridge.=^= she announced to her communicator. Strangely, no one responded. She tried again, but with no success. She was puzzled, until she heard the shipwide announcement: > =^=Boothby Shipwide. Heavy water on bridge. > Resolution in 4.7 minutes. Please stand by... > There are no medical casualties.=^= ::Heavy water on the bridge?:: B'Elanna thought, incredulously. ::And I thought I had problems!:: Sighing, she knew there was nothing to be done until after the resolution was complete. She decided to take the long route and walk up to the bridge. It would give her the opportunity to think things through, and maybe check on some things en route. As she walked, she noticed that she could see the affects of the combined ships even in the corridors. Looking into Transporter Room Two, she noticed something unusual near the ceiling in the center of the transporter. Baffled, she went over to the console. ::What is that?:: she wondered. There was what appeared to be a rip in the ceiling with gadgetry exposed. However, upon further inspection, she noticed it wasn't gadetry she saw, but small crystaline particles inside the rip, organized like a funnel and moving rapidly. As she watched, the rip widened by two centimeters. She knew the captain should see this, but since she and the others were currently occupied, she decided to contain the problem until after the bridge emergency was over. #Computer, erect a containment field around the transporter pod.# she ordered. Now with a sense of purpose, B'Elanna moved to the bridge. As she neared, she noted the time for the resolution had expired. She knew she could now enter the bridge freely, without harming the occupants or herself. Stepping out of the turbo lift, she announced; "Captain, we have a major problem in Transporter Room Two you should really see." As she looked around at the prone bodies laying all over the deck, she chuckled. Water Resolution was effective, but the letdown effects lingered. She chuckled at her own joke. Coming out of her thoughts, she noticed the 'duplicates' laying on the floor. Her gaze stopped when she stared into her own face. "Who in the world are you?" she demanded, as she pulled her phaser and levelled it at the imposter. "Take it easy, will ya?" A-B'Elanna replied, annoyed. "I can see my lovely personality is prevalent here as well. Look, we don't have time to explain. We need to act quickly to save Tom.", A-B'Elanna finished. "Tom?" B'Elanna weakly replied. In all the excitement, she had forgotten about him. Involuntarily, one hand went to her stomach, and she sank slowly into a chair. A-B'Elanna's gaze softened. "Don't worry, he'll be ok. Problem in Transporter Room Two, eh? At least some things don't change. Let's help the others and then we'll take care of everything one problem at a time." A-B'Elanna finished, giving her counterpart's arm a reassuring squeeze. Smiling back and nodding, B'Elanna stood up to help her 'other self' with the task. ::One problem at a time.::, she reminded herself. ----------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: Torres with a rounded device in front of her. Image : Torres close up. Image : B'Elanna medium shot. **************************************************** From: "robert catrair" Date: Thu Mar 15, 2001 9:00pm Subject: water rescue two We he found out there is visitors coming on board the common ships, Worf was taken another route to the shuttle bay. When he open the bay door the visitors and security staff already left. As he stood there and look at the shuttle craft that just arrived, he pull up his trycorder and started to run scans on this small ship. As he was scanning the ship he heard the warning coming off the ship wide broadcast to stay away of the command deck.He then started to scan the shuttle craft again and came upon the same readings. "computer" Worf order "seal up the shuttle bay with a level 10 force field, also fill up the bay with heavy water." as he was telling the computer to do this he went and grab a o-mask off the bulkhead and secured it to his face. As the bay was filling up his reading from his trycorder was going off again with a life reading. ::what? why did i not read this earlier?:: He went back to the bulk wall and pull another mask out and started for the shuttle craft. then the (A)-Worf left the craft and walk right into the real worf. "put this on now "Worf commanded. by this time the bridge was decontaminate,and back to regular business. =^=Worf to bridge, Found another person in the shuttle and filling up the bay with heavy water to stop the radiation from there ship hold all excess to the shuttle bay at this time.=^= when the bay was full of water he heard threw the mask #10 minutes until radiation was cleared out. ************************************************************************* From: "Cory Anda" Subject: Chink in the Armor Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 06:46:15 -0000 Chakotay groaned as he got up off the deck, thoroughly sodden. ::That was close. Gamma radiation is lethal in just a few minutes to most humanoids.:: He tugged down his wet uniform and got Kathryn up on her feet as well. He glanced over to the EMH working over Garak with Kes and Jadzia and was relieved things were well in hand. The soggy Cardassian was already trying to take in air as the stimulant hypo took effect. ::So much for that crisis..:: The first officer turned his attention to B'Elanna and her phaser hanging loosely in her grip as she sat in the science chair. He snatched away Torres's weapon, "I can use that.." Chakotay redirected a wide low level beam to his own clothes and they dried in seconds. He passed off the phaser to Janeway and made sure a pair of newly arrived security guards were watching Lore and the freed Seska and Weyoun. He addressed Torres without looking away from the three miscreants. "Transporter Room 2? A development?" He nodded at Harry who began a sensor sweep of the area. "Put it on visual." he ordered. The flowing orange of the Nexus ribbon on the main viewer flicked off to a gridded schematic showing the rip in the ceiling B'Elanna had noticed on her way to Deck One. He hit his combadge. =^= Chakotay to Barclay. Report to the bridge. We've something you should see up here. =^= Reg replied back from Hydroponics, "W-We're almost finished with the calibrations for the next transporter beam test, Commander. A crucial stage.. Can it wait?" Chakotay smiled and eyed Janeway and the angry look growing on B'Elanna's, "I think what we've found will effect those calibrations. How about an expanding anomaly in the ship's hull right over the transporter buffer chambers coil?" He could just hear Barclay's mouth drop. "Really? We'll be right up..." Chakotay walked over to where the EMH and his assistants were reviving Garak. "How's he doing, doctor?" The EMH had just finished turning Garak onto his side to make the man better able to cough his throat clear. "He's fine. Garak wasn't in any danger. Just the sensation of suffocation is never fun.. Hence the resulting faint. Do you need him fully awake, Commander?" Chakotay shook his head, "Later would be just as suitable. We've a little mystery coup to solve...." he said, glaring at Seska and Weyoun, standing in the phaser wide beam Janeway was playing about them to dry their clothes from where she stood. "Garak's one of the henchmen, I'm afraid. Lore's involved, too. Did you learn anything about his malfunctioning emotion chip?" The EMH frowned, "Not a thing. He "jumped" me the first opportunity that came along. He seems docile enough right now.. Most likely the gamma radiation surge and then the heavy water's decontaminating wash settling his positronic net. Might be temporary so don't let those security guards get lax." "Understood, doctor." He stood once more, "Keep me informed." He nodded to Kes and Jadzia before returning to his chair and Janeway. Tuvok, too, had dried off in phaser beams and was now examining Kim's strange sensor readings through his science station. Chakotay glanced at the forward viewer, "Seems like that, is more than just the growing funnel it appears to be.." A voice from the turbolift agreed. It was Barclay, with Naomi in tow. She was still carrying rose bush number two as yet, unsent with another message beacon for the real Voyager. "That, Commander, is a polyphasic wormhole.. Someone on the outside is trying to tell us something." "What do you mean, Barclay?" Chakotay asked. "Someone is tapping into the Argus Array's forward shielding. A transmission of trigenic waves is being sent to the Array's metaphasic shielding causing this. Look, carefully.. We're seeing normal star constellations through that rip. My guess is that Voyager is trying to show us something." Reg said, rubbing his chin. Chakotay angled his head, "You mean apart from the number coordinates she's been sending us via Naomi's message beacon beamout site?" "Yes." Reg grinned eagerly.. "I think that Captain Janeway out there has put two and two together and is trying Harry's idea of "touching" the boundary to remerge into normal space. This....funnel is the first step. We only have a few hours before the Array's defenses repel real Voyager's energy pulses and our doorway out will be sealed again. We'd have to remap new coordinates to compensate.. Might take days to get it back." "Mr. Paris hasn't got a few days.." A-B'Elanna growled. "I - I I realize that, ummm, lieutenant. So let's work on widening that "rip" in the Transporter Room enough so we can learn more from Voyager on how to get out of the Nexus." Reg suggested. Chakotay met Janeway's eyes.."Work on it. Everyone who can. I don't know about you, but I like the idea of my day turning back to normal. I want my old bridge back.." he remarked throwing up a hand at the common mishmash of five ship's command centers all around him. Naomi giggled at his honest frustration. "So how about it, Kathryn? Full speed ahead? I'm sure your real self would be glad to know her shadow self is no longer knowing any kind of reality as a prisoner of the Nexus. Let's get this ship out of here. We've a rip to tear even bigger.." --------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Chakotay firing a phaser on the bridge Image : Janeway in a governess dress close up with Chakotay faded in collage art. Gif: Indian style bar divider. Image : Close up of Chakotay smiling broadly. ********************************************************* From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: Miners DS9'ers~~ Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 18:32:10 -0000 Quark had just finished up his last sip of Aldebran Tea.::That little gnome's gonna pay..:: "I'm not the one who drank all of that mead now was I?" Rumplestiltskin sighed. "Quit reading my mind, Rupleknot!" Quark complained. The gnomelike being winced at the slaughter of the pronunciation of his proper name. "That's Rumplestiltskin.." "Come on.. There's developments on the bridge.. And someone I'd like to meet again." The tiny whiskered man took the Ferengi by the shoulders and dragged him off the barstool on DS9's messhall where Quark's bar had mysteriously materialized when Quark left the common bridge to escape Nexus tricks the night before. Quark whimpered, "All I ever wanted was to make a profit like any decent Ferenginar citizen and gain recognition in the eyes of my peers," he swung woeful eyes to Rumplestiltskin, "Is that so terrible?" The little gnome grunted under the weight of Quark's arm, trying to be a good friend, "Ugh! Depends on how you go about it.. I get my gold by tricking little children to weave it for me on a loom... Say.. I wonder if the King's daughter is unoccupied,... I could sure use money to buy my own castle.." Quark was sufficiently un-hungover to answer that with force.."Now you leave Molly O'Brien out of this.. I don't understand why the Chief didn't flay you alive for taking her from her cabin in the first place when you took her yesterday.." Rumplestiltskin smirked and polished black fingernails on his stinking tunic.. "I am good, aren't I.." Quark guided the elfen man into the turbolift, "AH, that remains to be seen.. You say you are really good at making wishes come true and that you sensed your other friends nearby.. I remember them clearly, the Hawaiian baseball player that glommed on to Captain Sisko. And that all reality eating anomaly of Jadzia Dax's that threatened to eat DS9.." "I didn't bring that thing in transporter room two here, and neither did anyone else in this Nexus place you all insist is inescapable.." the tiny man grumbled. "Someone out there did that.." "I know!! I know!! I wouldn't think about station eating anomalies while getting a soaking in heavy water either... Come on...." Quark growled.."You may have information these people can use.. You are REAL here aren't you? An independent entity.. Maybe YOU can get us all out of here.." Rumplestiltskin shouted, "Computer,, halt turbolift!" Quark hit his head on a wall as he lurched as the lift screeched to a halt. "Now how did you learn to do that?" "I make it a hobby to learn my pets natural habitat.. Listen Querk!!!" He watched with satisfaction when Quark winced at the nickname.. "Ha! You don't like it when people get your name wrong either.. " He said waggling a finger in front of Quark's face.. "I CAN'T get these mortals ships out of the ribbon unless they want me to.. Besides,, I think they're doing rather well on their own, don't you? I mean their real ship Voyeur or whatever its name is has used this earthling's, Barclay's orbital array to break through a breathing hole.. I want to see what happens.. And I'm not going to let a puny pathetic Ferengi weasel like you push me into doing a wish before I'm ready so Nah.." he said sticking out his tongue .. "Computer resume.." Quark bruised his other lobe as Rumplestiltskin put a little kick into the lift's cables to make it move a little faster. "Just don't do something stupid like inviting your giant friends back, ok? I'm sure Captain Janeway would get her bun in a kink over that kind of thing.." "Scout's honor..." ------------------------------------------------------ Quark arrived on the bridge and timidly stood there long after the lift door's had opened.. Rumplestiltskin prodded Quark's butt with a pin to get him going.. he sighed and said, "My dear Jadzia.. It IS a pleasure to see you again." He swept his arms wide as he made his way over to the kneeling woman helping the EMH hold Garak's head still while he vomited up heavy water.. Jadzia certainly had no problem recalling who the gnarly elf in front of her really was. Her glare said it all but her hands were occupied with being the EMH's assistant. Rumplestiltskin giggled with glee when he saw the growing wormhole rip on the main viewer.. "Too bad Chiefy Weefy weren't up here to see this... We all could have a little DS9 reunion. I want to see him turn all red and purply again when I tell him I've visited Molly again.. I'm surprised he didn't see the gold dust under her finger nails from her weaving it from straw on my loom.." "Don't!!" Jadzia spat. The EMH touched Jadzia on the shoulder, realizing that this was a situation that needed all of the Trill's attentions. "Kes can help me here. And I don't think I like our latest guest.." Something in Rumplestiltskin's eyes darkened to pitch oil and he gestured. The EMH promptly had copious amounts of hair. Three feet worth of it.. "Maybe that'll "comb" some manners into your programming man made of light.." He arose as did Jadzia and waited for her to reply to him. Harry Kim was squinting in concentration as he watched things unfold. "I've discovered something here." He announced just to break the tension in the room. He nodded subtly to Chakotay's summoned security personnel to not aim any sort of weapon at the strange elflike man by the EMH. He tried not to chuckle at the long flowing locks of black growing from the doctor's head. "Uhh,.. Captain. This rip is no longer in the transporter room. It is right here inside the main viewer itself." Boothby snicked onto a computer screen, "It's not only an image?" "No sir.. This is real." Kim answered. "And I think, it's large enough for a person in a lifepod to squeeze through. A little mining operation and we could be there right in normal space itself." he smiled. "Who wants to go home?" "Hold on ensign.. Just one d@mned minute." Boothby swore. "I know that is a doorway, but where does it lead? We can't see enough of those star constellations to tell." Quark stood on trembling feet.. "Tractor beam.. If I understand those schematics.. That transmission signal holding that thing open is from the real Voyager. Somehow, she's managed to find a way to skip a beam from the Delta Quadrant to do it. Maybe we can drag her here, to the Alpha Quadrant." The Ferengi saw the looks of skepticism on the faces of all the starship people around him, "We've GOT five starships engine rooms at our disposal. I know! Just look at this bridge if you need convincing.." A-Chakotay spoke quietly, "That doesn't help our situation. That way isn't to our own universe. Our A-Tom is still brain dead and dying.." Quark grumbled, "That's your problem.. We didn't invite you here. Besides, why is everyone dripping wet with heavy water? Could it be your very presence is TOXIC to us? Radiation is NOT welcome between friends in my book." A-B'Elanna turned from B'Elanna to round on Quark, "Typical Ferenginar sentiment.. Me first.. Nice to see such a jewel of humanity at work." A-Chakotay held up a hand.. "Hold on a minute.. A-B'Elanna, use your tricorder. Are there any side passages inside the rip leading to our universe.. Scan for gamma background traces.. You know the frequency.." A-B'Elanna smiled as she studied her tricorders readings. "There is.. There's another hole adjacent to this one half way down this rip's tunnel. It's reading as our home universe. A-Voyager's there too." Boothby asked, "How do you know that that ship is yours and not a shadow or our real one?" A-Chakotay shrugged, "Our tricorders are attuned to her frequencies.." He tapped his combadge, =^= A-Chakotay to A-Janeway.. We've found him. Please stand by. We may have found a route out to you that won't require the shuttle. That you're going to have to give up. Leave this com channel open.. There are more complications at this end that need immediate attention.. A-Chakotay out." =^=A-Voyager standing by..=^= came A-Janeway's voice. Everyone failed to miss Captain Janeway's look of shock as she heard her own voice sounding a bit higher than normal from its usually pitched timbre. A-Chakotay chuckled, "My voice is different, so why not hers?" Harry left his station and another officer took his place. He advanced to the viewer and took A-B'Elanna's tricorder from her hands and then his own, aiming both at the rip. "Two holes, at the end of a fork. One leads to normal space and where our real Voyager lies, sending us this wormhole expanding transmission, and the other path leads to our alternate universe's guests A-Voyager in her own dimension. Perhaps with a little mining operation, we can all finally get somewhere..." His enthusiasm was infectious.. "Just give the word." "Just give the word...." another voice echoed.. It was the little gnome. "I can grant you one wish.. Either the Alternate Voyager crew gets their A-Tom's mind back and returns whence they came or all of us here on the common ship gains our freedom to go back to where we all were before the Nexus encountered us.. each to their own ship and place in time and space.. "Which will it be? That is the question..." and Rumplestiltskin laughed long and heartily. ------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Close up of Rumplestiltskin. Image : A Wormhole doorway. Gif: Official Paramount Logo Image : Quark promo, surprised look. ************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: I know what I want. Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 19:35:34 -0000 I was so exited. Barklay took me back to the brige. Something new was going on. I took our rose bush with me. We might be able to do it later on. Barklay! Barkly! Tell me what is going on. I dont understand much here. What is this tear in the roof? Can we go see it? But he was already talking to everybody else. I listend and then I knew. It was a door. I was scared a little because Garak was sick and I didnt know why everyone was wet and tired. The hollow doctor and Jadzea was helping with Kes to make Garak ok but I didnt go over there. I went near Auntie Kathy. Auntie Kathy! Auntie Kathy! What are we going to do? I think we should bring the real ship here with the tracter beam. Then we can make the hole biggr and then get out. Then wed be near Earth! Dont you want to get out? I do. I want to see mommys planet. I went in front of the big television screen all the captains chair and watchd. It was windy. I could see space there. I went over to Tom who seemd ill. Mr Paris! Mr Paris! Get the beam. Bring the real Voyager here. Maybe she can help us get out. If we do that, then the elf guy can help you get bettr to by getting that other brain out of your head. I pointd to where Harry was with the tricordrs. He knows! He sees the two paths. Come on! Come on! Send a rope to Voyager. Get her here! I went to Auntie Kathy and I pulled on her shirt. Weve got to get out. Give him permishion. We have to hurry or well be here forever! I saw she was still thinking so I went over to the elf. I was real scared. I didnt want him to make me weve any gold for him for that castle like he did my friend Molly. Then I rememberd. I wished for the other Molly. The one with the teeth. Auntie Kathy's doggie was real good. She would keep the elf guy from hurting me. I closed my eyes and Chakoty's guide friend wolf, Matsiyahoo and Molly were there growling real mean. Dont hurt me or I will send my friends here to bite your butt, elf! Do what you promise and be there to give us your one wish. The elf said I like you Naomi You know what you want to do. These grownups are wasting time thinking to much all the time. I wont make you make gold for me. And he gave Molly and Matsiyahoo doggie biscits to be nice. I sat down on the rug near the elf and the dog and wolf lay down with their heads by us so we could pet them. I waited for all the grownups to figur out what to do Then I saw Lore standing there. He was looking strange. Molly started to growl at him. Molly! Molly! Whats wrong? I watchd as he went near the bad woman and the purple eye man. Seskah and Wayoon. I held onto Mollys fur and let the gards do the watching. I looked at the elf. Can I ask you something? Sure. I am here to be a wish granter. No. No. I dont want to use up the one wish. I want to know where you came from. You know Jadzea and Quark here. I come from the stars in the night sky. You have me in your library fairy tales because I have been here for a long time I like children even if I have to make them weave gold for me. I have to buy food and clothes to just like you do. I lookd at him funny. We dont have money on Voyager. We have replecatrs. We just ask for what we need. Why dont you ask one for some gold? The elf smiled and talked to me again I dont think you can make money there. It would be to easy. Wouldnt Quark have tried that first to get some for hisself? Yes. I think you are right, Rumpy. Can I name you this? I cant spell the other one. Rumpy made a face but nodded. You are little so I will let you do that. Now what do you think these grownups will do about the door there in the television screen? I dont know. Thats whats fun. I know what I want. I just told them but we have to be a crew and pick a way now. I am a captains assistent so I will do what she says. Rumpy took off his hat and gave it to me. It was soft and pink. I put it on my head. Then I felt something move there. I took off the hat and a chickie was there! I held the fluffy baby bird and laughed at Mollys and Matsiyahoos faces as they tipped ther heads at the peeping! Rumpy! Rumpy! We cant have pets on the brige! Why not? They are here. He pointed to Molly and Matsiyahoo. But they blelong to Chakoty and Auntie Kathy. So? Peeprs blelongs to you. I just gave him to you. Oh.. I hid him in my dress pocket but I think Auntie Kathy saw. She winked at me but then she turned to Harry and Barclay and Jadzea to say somthing to them about the door. I waited to see what happend next. ----------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Naomi with her mother in a hug. ********************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Turning Point Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 01:02:50 +0400 Jadzia was not happy. She nodded once to the EMH, easing down Garak's head so Kes could take her place and she stood, looking at a manifestation she thought she'd never see again. "What are you doing here,.. Rumplestiltskin or whatever your real name is. I thought you and your entity buddies were through testing us back then on Deep Space Nine.." she said sarcastically. "But I was.." he admitted, "Then.." he smiled and caressed Molly and then Matseyeho's heads but as he reached for Naomi, Jadzia whipped her away and into her arms. The tiny chick disappeared as soon as the little girl lost her grip on it. "I wouldn't believe in fairy gold if I were you Naomi. This one is not to be trusted." Jadzia paced across the bridge, protectively hugging the Wildman child as she went over to stand in front of the viewer by Harry and Barclay. The troll joined them, leaping up onto the round table in front of the ring of captain's chairs and he laughed. "I am not an evil being Jadzia Dax, or, should I say,, Jadzia Dovin-Kah.. I know the worm is no longer in your belly. You have one of us there now.." Jadzia whirled at that admission. "What do you mean?" "Didn't you see the corollation? The Deep Space Nine wormhole entities are... in part.. me. As they were there, then, as Sisko's baseball player and Bashir's lover wearing your form back then. Three of us managed to visit you all before the Pai Wraiths came and forced the events leading to Sisko's sacrifice. Your station crew gave us the forms we needed to survive outside the wormhole. I am simply an independent entity who's manage to cut away the chain tying me to that wormhole over Deep Space Nine. And now.. so has Dovin-Kah, who is your current symbiont. Mind you, I would've liked a more attractive physical form but this troll's body has powers I can use for good. It is what I am trying to do now, Jadzia." ::Dovin, is this true?:: she thought at her symbiont. #It is child. Not all of us want to be Prophets or gods as most of us are to the Bajoran people.# ::But why didn't you tell me when you saved me from dying?:: #You were in no shape to handle actualities. I had to give you an answer I knew would make you fight to live.# Jadzia shook off the internal conversation and she dealt with the one going on around her concerning the wormhole doorway now open before them all on the common bridge. It was true. The doorway was opening wider as the real Voyager send in her transmission without a break. Jadzia realized that the longer she did so. The wider the rift would open into both the alternative universe the A-crew came from and into the normal space she knew. "We have to act now.. We may never get a better chance. I can't wait for your order Captain Janeway. I am not a part of your crew, so I am acting as the highest ranking officer on Deep Space Nine present on MY Ops command deck." She moved to her section of the common bridge and stood by the command console normally occupied by the absent Sisko. She comm'd Worf and Chief O'Brien. =^=Worf and Chief O'Brien, report to the common bridge immediately. Code One Alpha. We've a way out and I'm acting on it now. I need your expertise for some delicate tractoring..We're bringing the real Voyager to the Alpha Quadrant..=^= Jadzia locked down her terminal and started her engineering section's tractor targeting emitters to align to the rift. A bright beam of energy shot from a point below the common ship in the perspective of the viewscreen and a beam lanced out into the distance. "In ten minutes, that beam will skip along the Nexus boundary to connect with the real Voyager's hull in the Delta Quadrant. I don't have enough power to do it myself so I am asking you, Captain Janeway, to order your engineer to join my tractor beaming with one of yours.. We have to bring her here to have any hope of us ever getting out of this Nexus.. " She turned to A-Chakotay. "You are the Alternate Voyager's second in command. Tell your captain to adjust your tractor beam to my beam's configurations. We need all the power we can get." A-Chakotay looked at A-B'Elanna and they exchanged a deeper understanding. "A-Tom needs us. You have that beam, Jadzia." Jadzia barely heard A-Chakotay comm his own ship and request the action of his A-Janeway. Barely fifteen seconds later, a yellow beam lanced out of the side wormhole passageway from the alternate universe to run parallel to Jadzia's blue Deep Space Nine tractor beam, on its arching way to link to the distant real Voyager. "Only one more beam.." she said of the shadow Captain Janeway and Chakotay on the common bridge near her. "One more beam and she'll be here. Make it so..." At their hesitation, Jadzia added, "We'll worry about how to get ourselves out of the Nexus once we get them here. We all belong where we came from.. If we can right the wrong of the real Voyager getting stranded in the first place, so much the better.. I don't think the Temporal Prime Directive would mind. Tuvok's says everything's falling apart right now anyway.. Let's minimize that and help fellow Starfleet crew at the same time. Please...." The Trill walked toward them with measured steps.. "Let this little girl see her home planet.. before she is an old woman." Naomi's eyes filled with tears that matched Jadzia's. -------------------------------------------- Garak was barely conscious, he felt hands hold him as he pushed the heavy water out of his stomach on a wave of nausea which gripped him. He coughed out the last and gasped, feeling another hypo give him strength. He gurgled, "I thought you were supposed to SAVE your patients, doctor, not kill them.." The EMH scoffed but gently.. "I just did. You were injuring your rescuers.. Just look at what you did to Jadzia's face if you don't believe me. You broke her nose in three places struggling against our attempts to save you. Don't Cardassian intelligence classes teach you people to swim? Water exists on one sixth of all worlds that harbor people.. Now, sit up.. There's no water in your lungs any more.. Kes will help you sit until you get your breath back." *Cough* I AM grateful doctor. I just wish that infernal Federation computer could've given me more than three seconds warning of drowning me.." The holodoc frowned, "You WERE safe, inside Janeway's containment field in AIR, I might add, before you panicked and broke free. You even put your accomplices in danger by flooding THEM out along with yourself." "I did?" Garak said muzzily.. "They're fine, no thanks to you.. Just why did you link up with Seska and Weyoun in the first place? I thought we were all in consensus here, all of us wanting to get back home.." Garak heaved a big sigh and let Kes play a drying wide dispersal phaser beam over his body to dry him off. His shivering went away. "Believe it or not, doctor.. I don't want to get back "Home". Home for me is exile.. in a stuffy tailor shop on a space station full of my political rivals." "Then how do you explain away Weyoun and Seska?" "Ask them..." Garak said, fighting to get to his feet. He shrugged off the doctor's and Kes's support and left their sides only to stop and instantly understand what is going on with the rift on the viewer.. "No!! NO!! I don't want to go back there!!!" He lunged for Jadzia's tractor controls only to be cut down by Chakotay's security guards phasers.. The EMH and Kes ran over to Garak, whom they checked for his weakened lifesigns, "Now cut that out!! Are all you Federations muscle heads so trigger happy you don't think before shooting?" the holodoctor said, his long hair got in the way and flopped over his face, Irritatedly, he took a laser scalpel and shaved off his own coffiere' to its original bald pate. No one laughed.."You very nearly killed a man we've worked so hard to save..." he glared, shrugging the severed hair off his shoulders. Soon, the unconscious Cardassian was once more out of medical danger but this time, after treatment, he was set into a containment field at Chakotay's orders while he recovered from his phaser stun. The EMH summed it up all in words, "That's two against one ..FOR leaving this Nexus stuff of dreams.. Add my vote for getting out of here to the scoreboard. Anything for a normally running day in sickbay." --------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Closeup of a serious Jadzia Image : Blue beam emitting from Voyager's main deflector dish. Gif : Row of ships from Enterprise to Enterprise E. Image : Voyager over Earth. **************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Med calls abound. Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 07:16:36 -0000 Neelix finished his work in the Hydroponics bay. He desperately wanted to know where Barclay and Naomi were headed but he hadn't received any word from either Chakotay or the captain on whether or not he could join them. The hail suggested that the experiment had to wait. No beaming possible because of a strange crystalline anomaly funneling in the ceiling in Transporter Room 2. ::Curiosity's always been my downfall, and I'm not a feline..:: Neelix sighed. Inexorably, he was drawn to the Transporter Room to see the oddity for himself. Neelix crouched down and peeked around one door edge through the containment field B'Elanna had left in place to contain it. Then, all at once, the anomaly was gone. There was no sign of it in the ceiling or anywhere in the room. Neelix dropped the field and entered the room with a tricorder. He scanned where it had been, "A wormhole? It's shifted somewhere else.." Then he found the coordinates of where it went to. "Oh no!" Then he heard Worf come over the hail comm reporting that he had a newcomer in the cargobay who looked just like himself and that there was heavy water decontamination going on currently at his location. Neelix tapped his combadge, =^=Neelix to Commander Worf. I-I heard you. But something strange is happening on the bridge. A a a sort of wormhole was discovered by B'Elanna in Transporter Room Two only a half a meter or so in diameter and it was growing.. Now, I scan that it's on the bridge! Everyone up there may be in trouble! What should I do?" Then the Talaxian realized that Worf would hear him through the O-mask but wouldn't be able to answer back until the water was drained in the room. Combadges only worked through the air.. He told Worf, "I'll inform the captain again you've found another alternate visitor in that shuttle of our guests. Neelix out." ------------------------------------------------------ Neelix's tricorder showed that Naomi and Barclay had entered the bridge so he knew that it was safe to enter. All radiation from the newcomers had been safely decontaminated by the heavy water. He told the turbolift doors to let him onto Deck One. What he saw there struck terror in his mammalian heart. The wormhole was on the viewscreen but it was no representation. It was ghastly real.. Two beams of light, one blue the other yellow, seemed to be disappearing inside of it to stars beyond.. "Those are tractor beams..." he said softly.. "Neelix!!" Kes called out. Neelix turned and saw the EMH and Kes kneeling over an unconscious Garak who wasn't looking very well at all. Even his gray tinge to his scales seems pasty. She anticipated his next question, "It's a long story.. First he panicked about being underwater even though he was safe inside a containment field and broke out of it.." "I thought Cardassians can't swim.." Neelix frowned, grabbing hold of Garak with Kes and the EMH to convey him to a place away from the officers working near the frighteningly vivid wormhole above them. "They can't. We had to wait for him to black out before getting him treated for drowning." Kes said to him. "Ooo, Jadzia's hurt Kes.." Neelix almost dropped the grip he had on Garak's legs as he noticed the blood on Jadzia's face. "Nothing fatal Mr. Neelix..Chalk one up to one panicking lizard. Garak did that when Jadzia tried to rescue him from his own folly.." the EMH remarked, "Here. Set him down.. I think we're far enough away from the nimbuses from those tractor beams." Neelix, Kes and the holodoc set Garak down on his back and straightened out his limbs to a more comfortable position. "Tractor beams? I thought that's what they were when I first saw them from the turbolift. Why are we using them? And why isn't our good tailor here awake? No doubt he'd find all of this very interesting for that secret service informant of his." "He's a spy?" Kes whispered in amusement making sure no one overheard her. "Yes.. Didn't he tell you?" Neelix asked her. Kes shook her head. The EMH finished passing a medscanner over Garak and took out yet another hypospray.. "We are pulling the real Voyager here to the Alpha Quadrant. Garak's out like a light because he was stunned for protesting the tractoring." "Huh?" Neelix said, blinking.. "Your answers to your questions, Mr. Neelix.. Or has gamma radiation effected you, too?" the doc said drly. "Everyone, heads up, literally, we wouldn't want you to suffer any broken noses when he awakens, now would we.." Kes and Neelix shot to their feet and stepped away from Garak. Sure enough, three seconds after the EMH gave him a stimulant, Garak flailed arms and legs, yelling in anger. The EMH pinned him to the carpeting using his impressive holographic strength, "Now cut that out. Or you're going to make me have to rewrite the chapter on "How Cardassians Leave and Return to the Consciousness State, A study of Patient/Caregiver Violence.." Garak's breath hissed out of his chest when he was slammed back into the rug, "....ok..." he murmured. He held up surrendering hands. Neelix and Kes went back to his side, bundling up the man into a silver thermoblanket the EMH handed them. Garak just rolled his eyes sarcastically, but he pulled the warming sheet tighter around his chin. -------------------------------------------------------- The EMH had gone with his patient to sickbay, accompanied by one of Chakotay's security guards to "make sure he didn't jeopardize ship's safety." the hologram muttered under his breath as he left on the turbolift with Garak's antigrav stretcher. Kes shivered herself just a bit when he had gone. "You ok, sweeting?" Neelix asked. "I'm fine.." she answered, "I- I'm just getting strange feelings from Tom right now.. I sense that there's a triplicate layer of emotions coming from him at any one moment.. It's a little unnerving. Right now, he is feeling confusion, sadness and anger right now with his physical condition. He's that way because three sets of minds are in the same pysche. Our Tom's, the shadow Tom's and we've just learned, an alternate universe's Paris's. All warring for control of his attention." "I'm sure things'll work out. Maybe we should get a little distance between us and.." "No, Neelix, the doctor left me here to treat Jadzia. Her face injury is bound to get sore once her adrenalin normalizes.. Look.." she pointed as Jadzia winced and put fingers up to feel her tender and ballooning nose. Kes went to her side and held up her field kit. "How about taking care of that..?" she asked the Trill. Neelix subtly went into the Captain's ready room and secured food and coffee for anyone who wanted it. He left the steaming tray on the round table. Janeway didn't even look up from the analyses she and her first officer were running on the wormhole. Jadzia never took her eyes off them but she nodded to Kes to go ahead and treat her. Neelix said to the captain while he passed her by, "Worf found another Worf in the cargobay, They're decontaminating now. He wants to know what's next.." he knelt by Kes and held open the medkit for her so she could get to work. Jadzia sank into the science seat at Ops on her part of the bridge, but she didn't take her hand off the tractor beam she was maintaining into the wormhole on the main viewscreen.. She nodded and Kes got to work cleaning off blood and regenerating the cartilage with the osteo stablizer. Soon, Jadzia's nose was healed. Kes smiled, "All set. You may develop what humans call shiners in a few days but it won't be painful. Just unsightly. Either I or the doctor can take care of those if they come out. Tom's the best at healing skin inj--" she broke off, "But he's not up to it right now. I think I'll go talk to him.. You're fine now." Jadzia nodded her thanks and waited once more for the shadow Voyager command crew to decide their fate. ::Come on Janeway. Chakotay. Say yes. Add that third beam to the fray. Bring your ship home..:: Kes avoided looking at the hellish flare of energies on the viewscreen. Sparks danced from it to land on the carpeting but nothing was burned. Tom Paris was sitting in a huge waterfall of sparks and wasn't reacting. Kes covered her head with an arm and bravely ventured into them to get to his side. She scanned his vitals. He was awake but his face was blank. But he was still piloting the commonship almost without thought, making sure the two tractor beams stayed on target into the distance. Kes erected a level one around him to deflect the sparks from landing on them. "Tom, can you hear me? I know what's going on.. Here is some Lexene to counteract the other minds intruding on your own. You'll be able to control your thoughts to what you want them to be." She injected the eutropic drug into the side of his throat. Tom began to speak, softly and first and then with more and more emotion as he responded to the mellowing agent. Kes leaned in an ear to hear him, "What?" ------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Kes smiling in a pink tunic. *animated gif* Spinning medical tricorder in 3D. Image : Neelix smiling with hands on vest. Logo : Star Trek Voyager title over a framed ship. *animated gif* Skinny LCARS bar lights in orange and lilac, coursing left to right. ******************************************************************** From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Second Rip and Second Self Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 18:20:57 -0000 >"Only one more beam.." she said of the shadow Captain >Janeway and Chakotay on the common bridge near her. >"One more beam and she'll be here. Make it so..." >At their hesitation, Jadzia added, "We'll worry about how >to get ourselves out of the Nexus once we get them >here. We all belong where we came from.. If we can right >the wrong of the real Voyager getting stranded in the first >place, so much the better.. I don't think the Temporal Prime >Directive would mind. Tuvok's says everything's falling >apart right now anyway.. Let's minimize that and help >fellow Starfleet crew at the same time. Please...." >The Trill walked toward them with measured steps.. >"Let this little girl see her home planet.. before >she is an old woman." >Naomi's eyes filled with tears that matched Jadzia's. >Chakotay: "So how about it, Kathryn? Full speed ahead? I'm sure >your real self would be glad to know her shadow self >is no longer knowing any kind of reality as a prisoner >of the Nexus. Let's get this ship out of here. >We've a rip to tear even bigger.." Janeway smiled inwardly, a tear in space - they needed to make it bigger... And the idea of a second Kathryn Janeway... Another example of things that would be unusual, anywhere else in the galaxy. As it stood, the current events had a distinct odour of having happened before... Her inward smile stopped, as did her exterior one, when Chakotay reached the word real. It was a quick, and none to subtle reminder of exactly who they were... shadows. Janeway had met herself before, and she knew, just as the others did, how stubborn she was. What Kathryn Janeway ordered now, would be what she stuck with. It was one of her best and worst qualities... With the attention of the bridge focussed on her, she walked calmly to the Voyager Captain's Chair.... sitting down, she gripped the armrests. Beginning the fabled mental task of weighing the options. The Temporal Prime Directive was a huge flashing obstacle, there really wasn't any way you could twist it. Janeway stopped the weighing up of options, stopped debating the Temporal Prime Directive, and looked at Naomi. At that point, there was only one real possible outcome. "Full Speed Ahead," she smiled, switching her gaze to Chakotay, then to Jadzia, "We have a tear to widen," Janeway focused once again on Naomi. There wasn't any immediate reaction, but Janeway looked to Chakotay and Jadzia, to see what their first steps, and reactions would be. *************************************************************************** END WEEK TEN RECAP 03-19-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} WEEK ELEVEN RECAP 03-20-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} *********************************************** From: "Cory Anda" Subject: The Greatest Gift.. Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2001 23:02:51 -0000 "Full Speed Ahead," she smiled, switching her gaze to Chakotay, then to Jadzia, "We have a tear to widen," Janeway focused once again on Naomi. There wasn't any immediate reaction, but Janeway looked to Chakotay and Jadzia, to see what their first steps, and reactions would be. Chakotay started in his chair, then remembered Barclay's theory that there was a very real chance that they would survive any contact with the Nexus boundary. "Easy Tom..." he cautioned. He turned his head to Janeway. "This might give us a better line to that tear into normal space. Activating tractor beam..." The first officer waited just long enough for the common ship's leading edge to nudge the wall of the ribbon. They all squinted into the bright orange sherbet ring as the nose of the shadow Voyager section and one spire of shadow DS9, both part of the common ship, touched the rip. ::Now. :: he thought. ::I've got to get this perfect, or this third beam will snuff out the other two..:: He nodded to Harry, who gave him ops control. A scarlet lance entered in a dance with the yellow and blue beams already arching out into space. They shook the common ship that rattled everyone's teeth but then the light flared and the three tractors braided into one, supermeshed rope of energy.. It banked its first bounce off the Nexus wall before returning to its track toward the Delta Quadrant. "Go..." he whispered. "Kathryn, if this works, and we do manage to get Voyager here to the Alpha Quadrant safely, she'll be hanging at the other mouth of this wormhole, what then? We need to hold her here long enough to make sure the Nexus wall's dimensional power got all of her intact.." Chakotay toggled a switch reading the coordinates streaming in from the augmented console on the round table in front of them. "Our map is nearly complete. If we time this right, Tuvok's map must be finished in the same moment all ships cut their tractor beams. We have to radio the real Voyager and tell her to stop her polyphasic beam holding the wormhole open to cut to half power or we'll lose everything.. Barclay's Argus Array, the wormhole, Our connection to the alternate universe Voyager.. maybe even Tom's mind." "Leave that to me...." Reg spoke up strongly.. "I am real in this place and not a shadow.. Paris's in no condition to operate a link to the Argus Array.. I'm surprised you are letting him still fly this ship, captain. " He said to Janeway. A-Kes joined the shadow Kes by Tom's side.."It's helping him hang on to who he is.. He's no danger to you like this. In any universe or dimension, Tom Paris will always be a pilot." she grinned with pride. Chakotay nodded his head, letting Tom stay at his station. "Just keep him stable." he said pointing to the medkit at Kes's feet. A-Kes confirmed, "Aye sir.." A-Chakotay moved to take a closer look at the computer screen on the round table. "My captain might find these useful to know when to cut her tractor.. Mind if I keep an open comm to her until we break free?" he said to Chakotay. "Not at all. In fact, I welcome it. I just wish we had a way for you to gather up your A-Tom's essence from our helsman before we lose your way back to your universe.." he admitted. Barclay held up a hand, "I-I can fix that, too....ah,..Your wolf, sir...ah, Matse-- ah..." "Matseyeho..." the first officer smiled. "She, can be altered to focus on another can't she? Being a spirit guide and all.. I mean, we all imagined her to be in this form.. especially from Naomi's image of her.." "Yes.. but that would be up to her.. she has life in the ribbon even though she is a shadow.." Chakotay said.. "I have never heard of a spirit guide leaving her soulmate for another.. It has never been done.." "Until now, indian man.." A troll voice said. "I have the power to do this thing.. This animal will be able to draw out the captured mind and return it into your alternate counterparts' mind." A-Chakotay blinked, "Yes,... my mind could hold A-Tom's.. We could shuttle back, all of us, just as the crucial moment comes.. The tractors shut down, the polyphasic signal from Voyager stops and we," A-Chakotay indicated A-Kes, A-B'Elanna, "beam back through the side passageway to OUR ship while sitting in our own shuttle.." he grinned ruefully, "I'm sure once Mr. A-Worf dries off, he'll be amenable to returning home. Our mission would be complete.." He sat down on the floor near Tom Paris's seat, Matseyeho crossed over to the strange A-Chakotay following Rumplestilstskin's doggie biscuit.. The troll tossed the cookie so her foot touched Tom Paris's boot. There was a flash as he touched Tom's forehead and A-Chakotay's. A-Chakotay gasped and fell to his side. A-Kes went to him. Tom Paris.. shook his head and he began to smile.. then his attention was drawn to holding the commonship steady while the tricolored tractor beam did its work, seeking out Voyager so very far away. The shuddered lessened as Tom got better. "It's amazing how having only two minds in your head makes you sharper..." he chuckled. Kes continued to scan him. She nodded to her first officer seated by Janeway.."He's fine now." A-Kes examined A-Chakotay who was shaking his head. Matseyeho seemed to be merged with him, halfway, as she held her mental link with A-Tom's astral mind. ::Hey, who set this dog on me?:: A-Tom said in A-Chakotay's mind. ::And where am I?:: A-Chakotay closed his eyes..::You're in MY mind now.. We've got to get you back to your own body. Remember when I was drained of bioneural energy and floating about the ship? Well the same thing has happened to you. Probably when your console on A-Voyager exploded when she touched the Nexus. This wolf, is a spirit guide from Chakotay of THIS universe's Nexus Ribbon. Her spectral form is tying you to me.. hang onto her mind, A- Tom. I can't do it by myself..:: ::Oh!Is A-Kes there? I can't see her...:: and he turned the wolf's head. A-Tom saw her by A-Chakotay's lying down form.. ::Hey, are you all right?:: He asked of A-Chakotay in his mental bond. ::I guess I am. There's still lifesigns on A-Kes's tricorder.." He felt A-Kes and A-B'Elanna bundle him up between them. They didn't interfere with the grip A-Chakotay had on Matseyeho's fur. "Let's get him back to our shuttle, now.." A-B'Elanna said. "Never thought I'd say this to an ugly troll.. Thanks, Rumplestiltskin.. for your wish.. Now at least, one Tom Paris will survive to fly another day.. Good luck with THIS crew.." she said throwing her head towards the other shadow Voyager people she was leaving behind. And that was that. Tom was only shadow and real now. Chakotay hit another control, comming to Worf, still suspended in the heavy water flooding the cargobay and the alternate crew's shuttle.. "I am draining the heavy water there now.. The cycle's complete in two seconds. A-Worf, expect your crewmates back. We're going to emergency beam all of you and your craft back to your Voyager's yellow tractor beam. Use it to get back to your universe. Stand by." "Standing by..." came the bubbling A-Worf's reply.. "I am letting Worf know of your plan.." ------------------------------------------------------------- Soon, the gamma radiation traces of the alternate crew were showing from only inside the now dripping shuttle in a hastily drained cargobay.. "All the alternate crew and ..and...Matseyeho are inside the shuttle, captain.. Ready for emergency beam.." Barclay shouted.. "I've got them... beaming them away..." And there the tiny shuttle was.... pinwheeling back along the braided tractor beam before banking a sharp left onto the alternate Voyager's yellow one.. It was sucked into the passageway leading to the alternate universe and was gone.. "Good luck, A-Chakotay.." Chakotay said.. "I hope my spirit guide serves you as well as she did me.." He only felt a little sadness enter his heart. But then Barclay turned from his board near Harry... "We're getting a comm transmission from the alternate Voyager, captain." he said to the shadow Janeway in her chair.. "On screen.." Chakotay said.. The image of the braiding tractor beam funneling out into normal space through the wormhole's yawning mouth was replaced by an image of A-Janeway, on her bridge... Her hair was long and flowing and her uniform was just a bit brighter red than the shadow Kathryn's.. Her slightly higher voice spoke for one person and one person alone.. "Captain Janeway..." she lilted.. "My transporter crew reports all four members of my away team are safely to sickbay.. Looks like my A-Tom's going to be fine.. Our EPH, Emergency Physician Hologram, has him stabilized." she studied her finely boned hands folded respectfully in front of her. "I regret that we won't get to meet each other face to face.. Would've ...been fun...sharing our mutual burdens.." She cast a hand around her own lost in space ship. "But it's in my power, and it'll be my deepest pleasure and to my greatest satisfaction, to get at least one of our ships, home.. My condolences to your first officer for sacrificing his ..soulmate to my first officer.. No doubt this wolf will teach him much.." Then A-Janeway's eyes started to fill.. "Walk a sandy beach for us, Kathryn, for our Earth is two hundred years away.." And the transmission was hastily cut off before A-Janeway's composure broke before both crews watching her. Chakotay turned in his chair "Comm signal has been terminated on her end." A bleeping started on his own console.. "A-Voyager's awaiting your signal to cut beam when Voyager gets here..." he said softly.. He regarded his Captain as she sat straight in her chair. He offered her his hand and she took it, feeling deeply for that other Voyager crew. Then she turned to the business at hand.. A tiny mote of silver at the end of her glowing tether appeared in the mouth. "It's -- her.." Barclay choked.. "T-The real Voyager... She's really here...." Chakotay rounded on him.. "Concentrate mister.. You've got to stay focused and tell us when to let go of her..." Barclay instantly got hold of his emotions. "Yes sir.. T-Minus thirty seconds until tractor beam and triphasic signal cutoff point.. I've coordinated Tuvok's map program to complete exactly then.. We'll have our real to shadow space time ratios for an escape route for one minute only afterwards.. We are going to have to make every order count sir.. Stand by.... Realigning Argus Array's targetting emitters to a manual shutdown.." Chakotay started to breathe faster.. He didn't know whether it was the beginnings of his grief over his loss of Matseyeho or the minute chance they all had of actually keeping the real Voyager with them at the other end of the wormhole when all power was cut off. "T-minus Seventeen seconds.. 16....15....14.." Barclay said. ::What have I done?:: Chakotay said. ::This could be the end of us all. Anywhere.. Nexus or normal space.. Achoyeemoya... I am far from the land of my forefathers.. I am far from the bones of my people.. give us the courage to face this awful hardship so we may know freedom once again in our hearts..:: he prayed. He saw Kathryn reciting his prayer, mouthing it silently, only a moment after he did.. ::She is my Seconah now.. the only one left to guide me now that my Spirit Guide has given herself away..:: Chakotay gave in to doubt and fear when the moment finally came. Sparks erupted on the common bridge all around them, filling the air with a blue smoke.. The sound of the five joined ships engine rooms straining rose to a deafening whine.. The buffeting grew so great, that everyone was tossed to the floor.. Someone was injured. But through the haze Chakotay saw Tom was still at his post keeping the tractor beam fully on the real Voyager's hull plating, dragging her nearer and nearer to the wormhole. It was so close. But the spring might snap if they weren't careful.. ::Please..:: Chakotay said.. In his mind's eye.. He suddenly saw his grandfather Necomah smile... "I told you we would meet again.." he laughed. "Grandfather?" Chakotay asked. His eyes shot wide open in astonishment. Then an explosion behind him drown out all sound.. "....3.....2....1....." Reg's voice counted down.. Captain Janeway's grip tightened on Chakotay's hand and she gave an order.. loud and strong.. ------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Explosion behind both command chairs of Chakotay and Janeway Image : Explosion making Chakotay squint. Image : Janeway ducking sparks in her chair. *animated gif* Matseyeho, Chakotay's spirit guide running toward you. Image : Chakotay and Janeway talking in their seats med shot. Image : Ghost wolf head on black background. Gif : Blue Indian design bar.. ********************************************************* From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] My day isnt so good Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 00:01:24 -0000 Ouch! My head hurt and I was bleeding. I saw Chakoty give his wolfie away to the other Chakoty. Then I saw a really sad thing. His Auntie Ka I mean captain wasnt going to get her ship home! It was to far away where she was. I was going to yell but my head hurt to much. I saw someone by me on the floor. It was Jadzea. I went over to her and shook her by the arm. Barklay was still saying numbers that were getting lowr. I wanted so much for Voyager to get here. They we could see her thrugh the hole. Maybe we could get out then. I wanted to see Earth so bad. I had told Auntie Kathy that last time. I didnt want to get in the way so I layd down near Jazea and I waited. She wasnt that awake to. I said to her. Rumpy did it. He gave them his wish. Now Tom is all bettr. Were getting the rope to get Voyager here so we can talk to them. Then I thougt about it. We were shadows and they were real. Would Tuvoks numbers make us all the same again? There wouldnt be any us in the ribbon anymore if we did that. I wanted to go to the ocean. For that other Auntie Kathy. The more I thougt about it the more I got sad. I began to cry. Chakotys wolf was gone. The other Voyager wasnt going to get home ever. She gave that up to get us and them coming here home. It wasnt fair. But the ribbon wasnt in where the other Auntie Kathy was. I couldnt wish them home. Maybe she would go into her ribbon over there and be happy instead of going on a trip that she would never finishe. It was scary that she was so different than us. She was pretty and all but the raedeation gammah thing would hurt us! But I was sad. I calld the holodoctor! Doctor! Doctor! Leave there and come here! The ropes making us shake and two or more of us is hurt.. Hurry! Hurry! Then I saw a neat thing. Chakotys grandfathr! He was standing in the fire not even sweating and he was watching Auntie Kathy and Chakoty fight to stay in the chairs. He was holding Tom Pairs in his chair so he could drive. How could he do that? Then Rumpy went over to him to talk. Hey Necomah. Why did you let wolfie go? I havent seen you since we both left the blue wormhol by Bashor. I was surprizd. Chakotys grandfathr was a wormhol guy? Then I knew. I knew for me. This old man wasnt really Chakotys grandfathr. He was pretending to be. But why? Then I thougt about it. He was the one who helpd Chakotay make Auntie Kathy his special dream friend. Maybe it was because he knew wolfie would have to go away.. Then I wasnt so sad any more. I saw on the telly screen that Voyage r was almost here. Barklay counted down to zed. But something happend, there was a big loud boom and Chakotys and Auntie Kathys chairs smoked. They were ok , but down on the rug, we werent. I started coufing. So did Jadzea. Pleas stay Voyager. You have to get us out of here. If we do, then we are all the same again like it was before. Pleas stay. I love you. I closed my eyes holding onto Jadzea and we both went still. My chest feels fuzzy. Why does the air stink so much? Shhh I heard her say. Her face was scratched up even more then mine. She told me not to move. I told Jadzea it was like the fire I had once at my house when I was littl. Its making us sleep. Dont let it I said to her. But she fell over. Dont l All the noise went quiet and I stoppd couffing. ************************************************ From: "Lil Sister" Subject: The want of life is all powerful Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 03:14:57 -0000 "I am here." Lore says. He stop his standing in one place to try and trick all peoples. He see the ship is in danger. But he no care much. Weyoun, now is our chance to talk. We must get plans for getting escape when we out of the Place of Angels. See? Lore show him the map coming allmost done. Barclay say that this will only be right for a single moment to let us go from here. Ship and people as one. Only for a very short time. I am shadow but here in the nexus. Out in the stars night. I am not alive. My brother has beemed me into space. I no want a journey back to there then. I wish to stay. Weyoun, how are you heres? You are dead, no? One of the many from the same people. A clone. I see record in DeepspaceNine which show all of you are dead. There are no mores of you. Come with me. I think we go to Garak to see if he wish to stay in this place to. Come with me to the doctor ward if you want to. He will leve there to come here. Those others are hurting on the floor. Jadzia and the child keep the doctor busy. I can fight the others by the bedside. Come. The guards fight the fire here. Lore leve Weyoun who think and feel toward Belanna head in that mindthing. ::He no listen to me. I do this alone. Maybe he come.:: The artifishal man get to the medicalward with no man see. He go to Garak who sleeping all better now. "Garak. Get up and have words with me. The ship has beroght help to here. We have little time. The map of Tuvok will only work for them for one minute and they will go then. You do not wish to go back to the stars, no?" Lore watch Garak think on this thing. Then the ship go silence. "They have turned off the beems. We have a short time to get a ship to leave here. Or it will be end for us,no?" A guard came and Lore fight him down. No warning got free. Then Lore have a thought. "You are good with these computers. Tell it to bring us to the one ship that was lost, the leading man's Maquise ship. This Chakotay will not save it. We can live there." Lore turn and say, "I will go to that part and wait for yous and the others who do not wish to die again. I hide on that command center. When they go, we will be behinded then. And free to be here in the ribbon. No dying for us!" :: I wonder if Seska, the other woman with us will come. The records show she die out there to. :: Lore shake the hand of Garak in friends grasp and left before him so he could let him trick the sensers to the holodoctor. ----------------------------------------- Lore get to the Liberty bridge. ::Dead shadows on a dead ship. It is fitting if they come to be with me. We can wish for whatever we wish.:: The white man turn the screen picture to the tear in the sky. The beems were no longer. And the other Voyager was in the stars on the other side of the wormhole. He turn on a speaker to hears words of the two bridges if they should have speakings soon. Lore check the suplies and beem more from the stores of the parts of the common ship that would go. ::Now my allies will have food and things for a long time, until they learn to use the Place of Angels to hold ther lifes. Then he feel the chip in his head get better. He turn and see the Indian elder there in the light. Necomah, he say. "I respect all life in here. That is why I help the ones who are trap here. So I will help whoever stays here. The chip which makes you black in heart is no longer. I give that power of the heart feltings to you without machine. We can learn much from each other. It is a long time to be a wormhole god. I want to know how it is to be alive." Lore shake the hand of Chakotay's grandfather elder who wasn't a man. "Are you only in this trapping place now?" "No, I am in the Spirit World where my grand son gave me form when he desire Kathryn to be his Seconah to his people. The spirit guides there, the gecco and the wolf are the creature who live there. I am pleased to see the wolf go into a world I cannot go. That one will be enlihtend as Allah." I decide to be with these ship peoples whereever they journey. It is my sacred duty to show them their inner heart. For that is how the elven man and I became of the wormhole for the Bajor People. Now I grow again. It is my time to see the ones who have life again. It is differenting then the last when I live as old man." Lore smile at the old man. "I am not alive." The old man bring a pipe of Chakotay's people to his lips. "But you wish to be. That is all that matters to us." And Rumplestiltskin come to sit by his side and they share the pipe. Lore knew how to do that from his brother when he was Sherlock Holmes from the old Earth books. Lore, Necomah and the elven man wait to see if Garak escape with the rebel woman Seska to here. ****************************************************************** From: Fran Catrair Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Coming to Terms Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 23:29:53 -0800 (PST) As she helped her 'alternate self' rouse the dazed crewmembers from the after affects of the decontamination, B'Elanna was once again in control of her emotions. Taking a deep breath, she looked around her, and noticed the Doctor's and Kes' efforts with Garak. She glanced at Jadzia, and smiled when she noticed Jadzia's nose. ::Must have been one h#ll of a fight.:: she mused. As she heard the commotion around her about the tractor beams, she made her way over to the Voyager science station of the common bridge. Considering everything the ship had been through, she was actually holding up very well. As she prepared to put systems in order for the additional tractor beam, she heard the Captain's order: > "Full Speed Ahead," she smiled, switching her gaze > to Chakotay, then to Jadzia, "We have a tear to > widen," Janeway focused once again on Naomi. > Chakotay started in his chair, then remembered > Barclay's theory that there was a very real chance > that they would survive any contact with the Nexus > boundary. > "Easy Tom..." he cautioned. He turned his head > to Janeway. "This might give us a better line to > that tear into normal space. Activating tractor > beam..." B'Elanna sighed in relief. When she heard Janeway's command to proceed ahead and tear the ribbon with the ship, she was ready to respond, and not within Starfleet protocol. The ship had been through alot already, and there was no telling what kind of damage could be done to the other ships, let alone Voyager. ::This anomoly must be affecting her as well. There's no way the Captain Janeway I know would have given such a command.:: she thought. Glancing over at Chakotay, who seemed to be handling the situation, she reported in. "All ship systems are functioning within normal parameters, Commander." She kept an eye on the readings, noting responses to the tractor beam output. Sensing something, she glanced over to the helm area of the ships. As the others disappeared, she found herself making a wish. ::Good luck, A-B'Elanna. Hope you find happiness." She glanced at the conn, and noticed the almost trance-like state Tom was in. "Hang in there, Tom." she muttered to herself. It was at that time she realized what the others did. She could feel it, through the energy coming through her cortical apparatus that had been given to her to counteract Weyoun's voice. It was a connection to the crew; a sense of impending doom and overwhelming sorrow. It was an eerie feeling. As she saw the real Voyager, she realized that Barclay was right; they were all shadows after all. They would stop the ribbon, but they would all cease to exist. Sighing, she allowed her eyes to mist. ::Wish I had taken my animal guide more seriously.:: she thought. It had been a beautiful animal. Strong and ferocious, like her. She smiled to herself. ::Why not?:: she thought to herself. After a last glance over the ship, the tractor beams, and a last look at Tom, she closed her eyes. Breathing deeply, she thought of her. Maybe, in this reality, her guide would be here. She found herself in a mountainous area. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and everything felt...perfect. Sitting down on a ridge overlooking the valley below, she reached out her hand to her side and waited. Soon, she felt something sit down beside her, and a nose tickle her palms. "Hello, girl, I missed you. I'm sorry I attacked you. I'm sorry we never had the chance to become friends." she finished. Glancing up, she looked into the big yellow eyes of the black panther staring back at her, eyes which seemed to reflect her own. An understanding passed between them. Together, they turned their gaze back to the valley, and the now setting sun and waited. ------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Viewscreen of a splitting purple rift in space and a silver dot approaching. Image : B'Elanna checking over consoles. Image : A gorgeous black panther prowling a brown meadow. ***************************************************** From: "Roxy Dee" Date: Fri Mar 23, 2001 7:37pm Subject: The Crossing~~~ Harry Kim moved. He snatched a fire suppression canister and put out the blaze at science, emphasizing its end with his Nexus granted mental thought. ::Things aren't working with my mind anymore. I had to do this the hard way..Why?:: He turned to the main view and saw that the rip now almost filled the screen. The wormhole was shortening until only a donut of flaring tangerine energy separated shadowships from the true reality out in the space and stars; Voyager. ::Oh, my god. We're almost out.:: Then as the smoke was cleared by the environmental systems he saw the casualities. "Naomi.. Jadzia!" The young ensign nodded to his captain and commander that he was onto the situation. Kim had just kneeled by their unconscious forms when the EMH appeared right in front of him as he leaned over. Harry bumped his nose sharply onto the hologram's back. "You could use some better targetting emitters, doc." he quipped, rubbing his face against the bruising. "Sorry, ensign.. It seems most of the ships systems are going haywire.. Must be the combined effect of our shadow-thought desires supporting this ship's functioning giving way to normal space's laws of physics again. Bound to be touch and go while we merge with Voyager. Help me turn them over." the holographic physician ordered. Kim eased the little girl over and handed the doc a scanner. The EMH smiled, "She's fine. Just a little smoke. And a mild alteration of brainwave activity. She's beginning the process of merging with Tuvok's coordinates to her real self. No doubt you will all black out while that happens. " The Boothby simulation spoke up to all on the common bridge, "I'll make sure that our course continues steady. We're 20,000 Kilometers from Voyager's position. Speed 5,000kph. We'll be out of the Nexus in fifteen minutes. I am sensing that my computer control of the Voyager part of the ship is returning to programming norms. My guess is that the other ships will be cast back to their normal places in space and time." Tuvok came to help move Jadzia away from under Tom's console, nodding, he checked the Trill with a light mind touch. "She, too, is merging earlier than the rest of us. Mr. Boothby, I believe your theory is true. But, there is a point in which our desire to leave will become crucial. Anyone on a ship where majority wishes a choice, stay or go, will come into effect. I have noticed Lore is missing, Seska and Weyoun and Suder are also, not visible to me. I hypothesize that they have wished to remain behind in order to avoid their own deaths' realities in normal space, I have just monitored the Liberty is powering up. Also, the melded hulls of the common ship are unraveling." Harry frowned as he handed the doc tools to heal Naomi and Jadzia's minor burns, "Can they just do that? Stay behind?" Rumplestiltskin laughed, sitting on Tom's console, waving his boots, "Sure.. what can they do? They are only shadows. I am helping them. After all, your universe is done with both them and that ship. No Prime Directive Temporality will be violated as the ribbon is absolute in its power. It is immune from paradox. No time travel has occurred. Just a nudging of physical orientation. So go home, Starfleet crew, to your blue and white planet. You were destined to get back to Sol III. Does it matter how you finally did it in the eyes of your superiors?" Something inside Harry twisted and welled up, the hope he had carried so long carefully controlled spilling into his face.."R-Really?" He stood on his feet, brushing off soot and ash. "I - I can see Libby again.." He face brightened, "And my mother..." Quark got up from the railing he had been hiding under, "Good, now I can go back and kick Rom's sorry rear if my bar shows even a single bar of profit loss.." He place eager hands on the railing in front of him, "Shouldn't be a problem, hitching a ride on some Earth freighter to Deep Space Nine,..." he sighed out a long breath of satisfaction. "I can be back at my dabo tables in .... 36 hours.." he clapped his hands together. "So how about it, Janeway, can we get this old bucket to move any faster or do I have to wish myself outside to push her?" The EMH suddenly oriented his medscan to the Ferengi, He tossed the unit to Kim, who caught it awkwardly, and paced two steps to grab Quark's shoulders. "Wha?" Quark asked, "Did I do someth--" He collapsed. "One down, thirteen to go. I suggest you all place yourselves in such a way that you won't be injured when this happens.." he sighed, rolling his eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quark was moving. He was flying! He was in space, traveling through the wormhole against the tide of the polyphasic signal beam the real Voyager was streaming into the hole into the Nexus. He looked over his shoulder, The common ship was coming apart, the Liberty shot backwards back into the ribbon and was gone.. ::Huh. Tuvok was right Someone ditched us.:: It felt as if whole sections of his body were tingling. He saw Jadzia and Naomi's astral forms ahead of him and he linked hands with them. The last vestiges of the ribbon still allowed them to speak to each other. Quark was half transparent, as was Jadzia. Naomi was nearly solid. ::I wonder why?:: Quark asked them. Tuvok's aspect suddenly appeared before them as they flew towards the Voyager sparkling in starlight. ::Naomi has her authentic self awaiting her on the ship, she is becoming real at a rate faster than us. Non voyagers will take a little longer as their real selves migrate from their places in actual space time to come to the merging onboard real Voyager. Naomi must not corporealize before the process is complete. She will suffocate out here." With that, the dark skinned Vulcan nerve pinched the little girl just as she fully materialized in completed bonding. He, too, completed being merged and he held his breath as they drifted towards Voyager. The still ghost like Jadzia and Quark, crossed their bodies until they had Tuvok and Naomi's faces still inside their cloudy shapes. Tuvok thought to them. ::Good, this will keep our need to breathe suspended until all ships and people complete the process.:: Others began to appear next to them, still transparent if they were non original Voyager crew, but fully there if they weren't. Quark saw the others and shouted telepathically to the newcomers still inside the corridor flowing to the outside. "Non Voyagers, do this with the others!" he showed them how he and Jadzia were fogging around Naomi's and Tuvok's heads protectively, keeping out the vaccuum of space from their lungs. In pairs, the other people drifting, rescued each other while the bonding took hold even harder. Voyager loomed even bigger in Quark's eyes, huge, shining, angelic. Then he felt the Earth's sun on his face over Io, and saw it warm Voyager's hull. ::We did it!!! We're free of the ribbon. I wonder if the others got out ok..:: He glanced back down the wormhole tunnel under his dangling feet to watch for them, but then, his tiny group melted through the great starship's very hull onto the bridge beyond. He saw Harry Kim struggle a moment in space but then saw Chakotay's grandfather Necomah, ease the ensign's face into his outline. Harry relaxed as he could breathe again. He gave Quark a thumbs up once he recovered from the exposure he felt at his merging's end. Quark felt a wrenching as his real self, dragged from his bar on Deep Space Nine, merged with him. Then he knew nothing as gentle sleep took him. --------------------------------------------------------------- Image Attachment Voyager in clean stars and space.jpg 36k Image Attachment voyseason7sepiatone.jpg 18k Animation Attachment moonphases.gif 93k Banner Attachment paramount god.gif 2k *************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Date: Fri Mar 23, 2001 7:55pm Subject: Going down? Kes saw the common ship fading all around her. She took Tom's arm and Neelix's and instinctively, leading them to stand near the EMH while the final melding took them. Neelix watched Boothby manisfest as a physical hologram from his computer screen and grab Janeway and Chakotay into a huddle. He fastened O-masks onto their faces as the common ship fragmented eerily into soft bubbles around them. Deep Space Nine broke away as did the other vessels, to return to their proper places in the Alpha Quadrant sky. Of the Liberty and to whom was aboard her, there was no sign. The captain and commander blacked out into Boothby's grip. The EMH gave a short order to the ship's shadow computer and he, too, had as many O-masks as he needed for the trip. "Here, Kes, you and Neelix put these on. I've got Tom. We have no non Voyager crew with us to pillow our heads from vacuum. It may not be long before you black out, too." Kes shouted, "But what about Barclay? He's real! He will be in trouble when the shadow environmental controls fail ." The EMH tightened his grip on helmsman, assistant and cook, "He can just beam back to the Argus Array. He came from there originally. I am sure he knows how to return safely. No doubt, he'll eventually follow us to Voyager. We all know just how badly he wanted to find her. Now he will,. for real.." Kes chuckled, and felt herself begin to sift into physical shape, "Neelix,.. where should we go when we get to Earth?" she grinned. The Talaxian smiled, "Why, I hadn't even thought of that, sweeting." He saw stars through her eyes that weren't really the real ones. "I know.. I'll go where you want to go. That is, after all the fuss dies down. No doubt they will be all over Voyager once she registers on the outer satellites sensors.. I suspect it will be a rather large bruhaha coming.. heh heheh.." The EMH gathered his three patients in as they lost consciousness. Boothby, too, dragged his limp charges behind him as the two holograms shot towards the outside. The two non real men linked arms in the knot of people they held. The holodoc screamed uncontrollably as the came up to Voyager's hull just a little too fast.. "AHHHH!!!! " His shout ended abruptly as he felt animal teeth grab his "clothes" and checked their velocity downwards. He looked down... Molly, the Irish setter, was their unexpected rescuer. She was anchored still to the nether fog of the Nexus by a graceful black panther, who had the holodog by the tail in a chain of creatures. The EMH smiled, "Thank you, Molly and .....er Kitty.. Just where did you come from?" Molly wagged her tail and the great cat yowled as her grip was broken. The hologram and out cold living party shot through Voyager's skin to the interior beyond. But their impact was mild at the worse. Something inside caused even holographic senses to slip into a darkened standby mode. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Image Attachment irish_setter.jpg 27k Image Attachment readyrmjnwynchkty.jpg 11k Animation Attachment shipinamarble.gif 23k Movie Attachment voy&deltawarpaway.gif 73k *************************************************************** From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Thrown Again. Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 20:52:04 +0100 >"Captain Janeway..." she lilted.. "My transporter crew reports all four >members of my away team are safely to sickbay.. Looks like my A-Tom's going >to be fine.. Our EPH, Emergency Physician Hologram, has him stabilized." >she studied her finely boned hands folded respectfully in front of her. >"I regret that we won't get to meet each other face to face.. Would've >...been fun...sharing our mutual burdens.." She cast a hand around her own >lost in space ship. "But it's in my power, and it'll be my deepest pleasure >and to my greatest satisfaction, to get at least one of our ships, home.. >My condolences to your first officer for sacrificing his ..soulmate to >my first officer.. No doubt this wolf will teach him much.." Then >A-Janeway's eyes started to fill.. "Walk a sandy beach for us, Kathryn, for >our Earth is two hundred years away.." Janeway felt a tear form in her eye, many times before, she'd been faced with insurmountable odds... 70 years had seemed like the end. If it had been 200 for them, Janeway couldn't help but think that they would have given up. A-Janeway was already waving a hand to cut the transmission.... Kathryn considered for a second, "Promise me, you'll get them home," she said. There was a brief nod of recognition, before the comm channel closed. >Chakotay turned in his chair "Comm signal has been terminated on her end." >A bleeping started on his own console.. "A-Voyager's awaiting >your signal to cut beam when Voyager gets here..." he said softly.. Kathryn straightened in her chair. It was one of the earliest lessons Starship Captain's learned... body language was just as important as the spoken word. The look on Naomi Wildman had definitely been the deciding factor in her order to proceed.. Just as Jadzia would have known it would be. For everything she knew about emotional detachment, Janeway knew she had not been objective. At least not 100%. Gripping the arm of her chair with one hand, Chakotay's hand with the other, Captain Kathryn Janeway buckled down for a rough ride. Janeway had never uttered a prayer in her life. Religion, sprits were something she'd never allowed herself to seriously consider. Kathryn didn't need an ultimate answer, she wanted to find them herself. But never the less, she began to recite, even if only to herself, the prayer Chakotay had taught her. He had obviously noticed, she suspected he'd been doing the same. As a console exploded in a shower of white sparks, Janeway kept her hand gripped onto her chair. If her ship was going to go through this, then she would be in the Captain's chair, feeling every buffet, and every bump in the road. It was the Starfleet Way. As another shower of sparks finally threw the Captain from her chair, she leapt up and slammed herself back into it. Modesty be damned. Reg started to count down, Janeway kept her vision locked directly on the viewscreen.. "Cut the beam!" she ordered, "All hands brace," No amount of bracing would prepare them for the impact she expected to come, and if it didn't work, then no amount of bracing would save them. Captain Janeway was a Realist, and not a pessimist. ***************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Looks like this is our stop. Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2001 01:33:49 +0400 Garak had done it. The rerouting to the ship's computer was done. The infuriating interfering EMH would not know he left sickbay. He slipped out of his hospital gown, touching a few keys on the computer terminal nearest his bed. He rematerialized inside the Voyager holodeck. Garak sighed, turned the key to his holodeck tailor shop and entered. Everything was right where he left it. All of his shiny materials, his form models with half designs, modelling upon them. Garak went over to the counter to his latest creation, the Joan of Arc costume he had made the little girl child from Voyager's crew. A loud squeaking caught his attention, but, instead of getting angry Garak smiled lightly, "It's all yours my fine furry interlopers.. I.. have better places to go." he said to the mice running amok along the walls as their holodomain fractured into raw grid. Garak used a vestige of Nexus wishing to make the tiny costume and helmet real. He snatched it up and decided for the common bridge with one final task in mind. He stopped and took one long last look around at his little shop of intergalatic fashion, "My exile is at an end.. Give Commander Sisko and Dr. Bashir my regards.." he told it. A salting effect began to wipe out the whole scene and the Cardassian backstepped out of the room. One more transit later with the failing merged computer on the shadowship and he was there.. Everyone had already gone into the wormhole.. Only the red alert lights glowed on the bridge in all sections of the common ship. Deep Space Nine wasn't even appealing for a last stop. Garak made straight for the Liberty's bridge space. On the way, he noticed what he was seeking. ::Ah, there it is.. the good doctor's mobile emitter. It must have dropped off when he took the others into his care for the transit out.:: He scooped up the tiny device into his hands and set it reverently onto the bundle of costume he had made for Naomi.. ::I think I'll just send this along with it.. A parting gift, so to speak.:: Garak looked up at the ceiling with one foot still on the distin- tegrating Voyager's carpeting, =^=Computer! Where's that gardener, I have one last task for him to perform.=^= Boothby appeared, albeit staticky and fuzzing in places, even his gravelly voice sounded more gravelly that ever. He was joining the shadow ship's breakdown. "Yes, Garak. I thought you might still be here. Come to drain my database for the entire store of information I contain for your precious Obsidian Order?" "Not quite. Sorry to disappoint you. But, I'd much rather give up my spy potential for that..." he pointed to the viewscreen where the Nexus ribbon was reinserting itself. "Freedom from exile somehow means much much more to me than pure power.." Boothby squinted his sparking half there eyes, "Hmmm-mm, I....su-pos- I -an beli-ve th-t..." Garak held out his bundle of clothes.."Oh,,, you better do this one last thing before your holoshadow self dissolves.. Use your transporter to send this emitter and this costume over to them on the real Voyager. I wouldn't want to disappoint a client, now would I? A tailor never misses delivering a task.." Boothby grumbled and took the bundle.. He said a few intellible words and the Joan of Arc bundle vanished. "It got th-re.." "Thankyou.. Now, au revoir my good holo.. Now go get the captain and commander off this vessel.. Save your friends. I've a whole life to lead ....over here.." Garak stepped into the Liberty's space just as Voyager and the other aspects of the shadow ship shredded into nonexistence... He watched as the EMH and Boothby gather up the effected crew and then they all vanished around him. The Liberty completely reform into full shadow solidity in its place.. He smoothly sat in the chair next to Weyoun and the others with him.."That was a bit close.. but here I am. Let's see what this ribbon can do...now shall we?" He nodded to Suder. Who was looking more humanized than he ever had alive. ::Perhaps paradise cures all ails:: Garak mused. He closed his eyes and made his deep seated cranial implant disappear in a blink. His last shackle in a long war was finally severed. The Liberty arced away from the ripping wormhole where shadow personnel were drifting into to merge with their Voyager starship in the real realm. The Maquis vessel had no plans, no destination but rest assured, she would have any goal she desired provided for her in a pico. Nexus wishes were like that. Garak was finally free... ------------------------------------------------------------- Jadzia felt herself jar. The last she knew since the explosion of reintegration had sent both her and Naomi Wildman to the floor. ::The smoke is gone..:: She opened fuzzy eyes to find herself near Tuvok and Naomi, drifting down the wormhole tunnel. They were suffocating in the vacuum. ::Oh my God.. This is happening too fast for them.:: she intersected her own body's half phased self so that the little girl's head was in the stasis inside of her. Jadzia gestured the same of Quark to do for Tuvok.. ::This is so unlike how we arrived in the Nexus..:: She looked behind her and saw nothing remaining behind of the common ship. She tied to herself the polyphasic transmission stream around her waist mentally. It began to tug her and Quark with Naomi and Tuvok, towards Voyager.. ::In here, we must still have the ribbon powers. My need happened.:: Jadzia's mind whirled with possibilities. ::Earth.. This lost crew is finally going to get there. But will I be alive on the other side? Or will I be dead in Worf's arms in Julian's sickbay?:: Jadzia knew there was no option save one. Naomi would arrive safely to Voyager and Jadzia knew she would be the one to take her there no matter the final outcome. ::Dovin-kah. I am to die again?:: #Have no fear child, the moment has been prepared for. You will join the Sisko in the Celestial Temple to take my place. To help guide Bajor's people.# Jadzia cradled Naomi a little tighter and smiled putting a hand to her belly. ::Then it is a good day to die..:: "See you soon, old man." she spoke aloud to the stars where she knew the Sisko would hear her. "I'll be at your side faster than you can toss and catch a baseball.....ball...ball....." At the touch of icy starship hull, Naomi moved within, but the shadow being that had been Jadzia Dovin-kah moved out of her reality forever.. ::I think I'll have fun getting into the next Kai in line's hair using my new Tear of Prophesy portal..:: said the newest wormhole entity, %JADZIA% . %HELLO, BENJAMIN. GUESS WHO'S FINALLY COME HOME?% she smiled glowing with heavenly radiance. %BENJAMIN% smiled and held out his "hands" to her. ------------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Garak grinning. Image: Jadzia beaming smile. Image: Jadzia at Benjamin Sisko's side. ***************************************************************** From: "Myron Ojala" Subject: *singing* I'm leaving on a Nexus Don't know when I'll be back again.... Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 21:50:25 -0000 Weyoun heard the android speak and knew that the chance spoken was the only one available to him. In all the cosmos, he was dead, all eight clones of him in the outside denizens. If he returned to his place in the scheme of things with the Jem'Hadar, he knew now that he would perish. Lore had just told him so. >Weyoun, how are you heres? You are dead, no? One of the >many from the same people. A clone. I see record in >DeepspaceNine which show all of you are dead. There are no mores >of you. Come with me. I think we go to Garak to see if he wish >to stay in this place to. Weyoun thought about it. ::The grand design and Temporal Prime Directive that Janeway is so fond of spouting cannot mind dead people rewriting their fates. They have no futures. So. I am staying.:: He would serve with Lore and Garak on this ghost Maquis vessel to do what he was genetically made to do. To serve. ::Maybe I can have my own Founders. Gods that I could worship who would actually care for me as a fellow being. Or should I recreate Odo?:: Weyoun decided against the constable reforming in his ribbon wishes. ::One tormentor a lifetime is enough. And I'll have no Jem'Hadar simpletons to order around. Those dolts were pathetic soldiers even in real life.:: He turned and saw a new shape leave the scrambled eggs common ship for the calm Liberty. "Lon... my friend. You've made it safely.." Weyoun took his hand and led him to a helm chair next to him. "This is your old vessel, is it not? Why don't you be her commander? I'm afraid I nor Garak know how to fly her. Your ...shall we say, unique Maquis history will now serve you in good stead." said Weyoun, elegantly inclining his head to the Betazed. Lon took a deep breath slowly walking around the quietly waiting, fully functional bridge. He didn't even look at the shrinking wormhole on the viewer. For he would never need to see a main viewer again. There was no need for stars or navigation inside the wormhole. He did think about Tuvok. The one who made his recontinuance possible. ::May you find your family, Lieutenant.:: he send along the last of their mind meld ties. Then Suder felt Tuvok's presence snuff out as he "escaped" back onto his ship. He felt a last message from the Vulcan. ::May you live long and--:: the last was cut off. "Prosper, yes....." Suder whispered. "Finally, I can do just that." Lon smiled and sat down in Liberty's command chair. "Take us out Weyoun. Let's wish the Nexus away from the Alpha Quadrant. I think it has done enough for one day. And I know everyone on board feels the same way. Let's rewrite our lives.. The way WE want them to go.." Lon, Garak, Weyoun and the others who chose to stay Nexus shadow dreamed a trueness at last... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image: Weyoun portrait. Image: Garak impish smile. ********************************************************************* END WEEK ELEVEN RECAP 03-27-01 (voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com) WEEK TWELVE RECAP 03-27-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} ********************************************************* From: "Cory Anda" Subject: The End of the Ride-- Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2001 22:35:37 -0000 Chakotay was on his back and he was awake. He opened fuzzy eyes and the first thing he saw was Reginald Barclay's face framed by a starfield sprinkling he hadn't seen for a while.. "Ow.." he sighed. "Welcome back, Commander.." Reg beamed down on him. "Didn't know I had gone anywhere..." he quipped, grimacing at lingering traces of dizziness. Then he realized that he was on the floor.. The Commander sat up, too fast.. The bridge spun. Barclay caught him until he shook out of it. Chakotay saw uniformed crew all around him stretched out on the floor..out cold.. "Captain?!" He saw Janeway sprawled on the carpet in front of her chair. "She's fine." Barclay insisted. " I- I've checked them all out as soon as I beamed over here from the Argus Ar- " he clammed up, realizing that detail wasn't important.." The tractor beam pull was a bit rough on you all, but the preprogrammed cut out kicked in just as your captain planned... Congratulations, Commander.. You did it.." Still muzzy and confused, Chakotay murmured, "T-thanks.. I guess.." ::What do I need congratulating for?:: "Wait a minute." ::Lt. Barclay?! :: "We have a holographic program featuring a Barclay as a diagnostic computer relay tie in.." A glance at the nav station near the unconscious Tom Paris showed that all computer arrays were down. "What th-? How can you be online right now? I know this persona was the one who first got us contact with Earth.." Barclay flung his hands wide in a pleased outletting of his breath. "I-I am not a simulation this time.. I am quite real.. I- I've waited so long for this moment to h--" he sputtered happily overcome.. "Just what happened here? We had a link with Tuvok into the Nexus and things were going well. Then,--" Then it dawned on Chakotay.. ::That's Jupiter on the viewscreen..:: He rubbed his eyes. The lieutenant noticed what the commander was looking at. "It is quite real, Chakotay.. You..you are finally......Home..." "What?!" Chakotay struggled to his feet and Barclay helped steady him. The Commander began a medical survey of the bridge, feeling carotids and checking to be sure people were breathing all right. "That's impossible!" "Not any more... I assure you, your crewmates are fine. Just a little gee force black out. Oh,..and you have a few guests on board who weren't here before besides me...." Reg admitted. "They ..had to ...come." he broke off not being able to explain any simpler. Chakotay paused after checking Tom's eyes for signs of cranial trouble, there was none. He rose and checked Tom's conn settings.. It was a standard orbit over what truly appeared to be Jupiter.. but the orbit was elliptical.. ::Can't be around the giant then.:: A quick manual sensor showed a stable circuit around... "Io? That's where we found that odd combadge with a message from what appeared to be a vessel almost identical to Voyager inside the Nexus.. We sent Tuvok on ahead into it to investigate the message and that strange ship ghost.." "That was no ghost.." Barclay said fondly. "He made it over there to a wonderous place.." Barclay agreed, "And he set up the computer link transmitting real space coordinates into the ribbon..." "I never understood why we were doing that..." Chakotay admitted, he knelt by a sleeping Naomi and checked her over carefully. "Smoke? I smell smoke on her.. Was there a fire on board?" Chakotay asked.. "No,, it happened over ther-- It's a long story.. What happened over there doesn't exist any more, commander. The shadows that did harbor themselves created circumstances that allowed these new crew who are not from your stranded crew to ...ah, transmute to here.. Commander.. you'll find, a Spock, Kirk, Worf, O-Brien, from their current points in time now on Voyager. There may be others... but I haven't found out who made it over here yet.." Chakotay glared warningly.. "I-I didn't have anything to do with this,, not directly.... The Nexus... Oh, never mind. You have no memory of anything that ever happened inside of it. You couldn't have; you were in the Delta Quadrant... ah...." Barclay threw up his hands in fluttering frustration.. "Here are how things stand. We have people from the Enterprise, Deep Space Nine and other ships now on board because of that ribbon that's ...." Barclay saw the viewscreen for the first time..".....that's no longer...here." ::Lore and the others on the Liberty must've wished their ship and Nexus away from the solar system..:: Reg consulted the array data padd he held in his hand. There was no sign of the Nexus at all. Barclay's mouth flopped open. "Something wrong?" Chakotay asked, "Hand me that medkit.. I wanna scan everyone here." "N-nothing... Agh,, it's ...it's ahhh.. " Barclay cleared his throat. "Here.. you aren't going to believe me when I tell you that your friends are fine unless you see for yourself." ::Man. Should I tell him anything of the events that I shared with the shadows? Might make it kind of weird for everyone here. I know. I'll wait for Tuvok to wake up to see if he has amnesia, too.:: Chakotay flipped open a medtricorder. "The computer's offline.. the doc can't.." "Oh yes, he can." Reg said.. The lieutenant got up, carefully stepping around fallen bridge crew to a bundle of what looked like medieval clothes, pulling out the EMH holoemitter from under the chainmail. Chakotay wasted no time.. He snatched it and touched its controls with a micro probe. The EMH snapped to "life". "Please state the nature of the medical... oh my.. what happened here?" Barclay just rolled his eyes at the apparent amnesia of the holodoc too. He stated the truth.. "High speed gee force blackout for all is my guess. There are no critical lifesigns.." Reg told him. "Lucky us.. I saw the computer register a high powered tractor beam impact a few seconds before I..went offline..." the holodoc grumbled. "Not a great way to treat flesh and blood passengers." ::He doesn't remember anything either..:: Reg said. ::That might be a good thing. Now everyone can deal with the fact that they are truly..:: "We're home..." Chakotay said incredulously. "I'm reading that star as being Sol in Coordinates 00 in sector 001." The first officer had already let the EMH take over checking over the prone bodies around them. "The computers are all offline, doctor.. I want to shake the hand of who ever put you into your emitter before the computers failed, you're saving me time to try and contact Earth." ::That might be the right thing to do..:: Reg thought ironically with a smirk. He put on a straight face when Chakotay looked his way again. Then the commander snapped into action. "Doctor, I want a report of crew casualties, numbers, statuses.. and,.. Mr. Barclay tells me we have Federations citizens from other places on board. Find them. " "Aye..there's nothing I can do here... They are simply going to have to wake up on their own.. They are in no danger until then.." the doc concluded. "Fine. Mr. Barclay.. I don't know how you got on board but that doesn't matter anymore. See if you can get the computer up and running again. Starfleet should know we are h--" A roaring came over the viewscreen passive pickups and two scout class Earth sentries loomed into a close configuration, halting just short of Voyager. "Scratch that.. I want to talk to those scouts. They're probably hailing us.." "Aye commander..I-I'll get right on it.. I don't envy them their caution.. It's not everyday a missing starship appears out of nowhere on your doorstep.." Barclay agreed. Chakotay chuckled, his true emotions still reeling from all he found happening around him. He glanced down at Kathryn, sitting next to her. On a whim, he positioned her face gently so the first thing the unconscious captain would see when she awoke would be the viewscreen showing..... the one thing that had surely been her closest companion in her dreams of the last seven years.. "Anytime you're ready, Kathryn.. Your eyes are going to open to see the stars of HOME..." and he smiled. "At long last..." Chakotay waited for anybody else to awaken.. or for Barclay to find the newest visitors he said were on board. "I wonder what's in store for us now?" and the grin on his face grew huge as he began to think up the endless possibilities.... ---------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Chakotay talking to screened EMH. Image : Closeup Chakotay promo shot. Image : Janeway close, on the ground near an open medkit. *animated gif* Viewscreen tracer light in red. Image : Voyager soaring over rocky moon landscape with rainbow Saturn looming overhead. *animated gif* Viewscreen tracer light in red. ************************************************************** From: "robert catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] wet and ready Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 00:15:53 -0000 Worf awoke in the corridor next to the shuttle bay with a bad headache. ::Where am I?,how did I get here? where is here? and most of all why am I wet????::these are the questions going threw his mind. =^=Worf to bridge.Captain Sisko,do you hear me?=^= In a man voice the he does not know,come his answer. =^=Worf you are not one of my crew,identity yourself?=^= =^=I am Lt.Commander Worf of deep space nine,and of the Defiant, formally on the enterprise.and you are?=^= Worf never receive the answer as the combadge program failed. at this time Worf started to go to the command deck to fine out what is going on and where he is. As he make it to the turbo lift and find out it is not working, he goes up the jeffery tubes.As he emerge from the tubes and fine out he not on any ship he been on before. Wha,is as far as he goes with the thought that he had as he see the individuals and the doctor looking on the injured people on the bridge floor."what can I do to help" he ask. "help repair the comm. system and restore communication with those ships" Commander Chakotay order. Worf set out at once to repair what he could. As minutes click by the comm. system started to spit and spittle with failing comm. reports coming in and out of the area, then all of the sudden "unidentify ship answer in 2 minutes or you will be destroyed" came the word from one of the men in the ships on the main viewer. As Worf and the others race against time to transmit a message to the other ships =^=you have one minute to respond, 59 seconds.=^= ******************************************************************** From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: One of those days~~ Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2001 21:25:44 -0000 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harry moaned and opened his eyes. A hand lay across his face. ::What?:: He shoved it off realizing that it was his own. ::Oh, no... Where's that tractor beam?:: Mr. Kim dragged himself to his feet ignoring the spinning world between his ears and gathered a hasty ops report from his station. The beam was gone and there was something else.. Harry gave a hoot of celebration. "We're home!! Holding stationary around Io, Position : zero nine six, Mark five., sublight standard orbit. " he called out to Chakotay and those arising to their feet. He tried not to worry about his captain still lying there on the carpet. The EMH didn't seem concerned so he didn't let himself feel any worry past a healthy dose of vigilance. Worf was on the bridge, working to get the Chambers coil patent. ::Just who is that?:: Kim wondered. But a quick glance at Chakotay told Kim that the big Klingon was welcome. Then the viewscreen told him a possible explanation for the lieutenant's presence.. Two Earth Scout class vessels were holding agressive orientation on the main viewer. ::Ahh!:: Kim hastily finished the algorithms Worf was working on and piped through the transmission to the speakers once communications had been fully recovered. "I don't know who you are just yet, mister. But here's the transmitting hail of those sentries out there..." Harry said. "Chakotay, it's on speakers.." >"unidentify ship answer in 2 minutes or you will be destroyed" >came the word from one of the men in the ships on the main >viewer. >As Worf and the others race against time to transmit a message to >the other ships =^=you have one minute to respond, 59 seconds.=^= "I got it!" Harry immediately transmitted code to them, Voyager's transponder, prefix code that no imposter would know.. ::We're friendly!! We're friendly!!:: he wished, "Commander, I have standard ID code tags sending.." Chakotay nodded and waited for the sending vocal pickups to be mended by the Klingon and Kim. Harry asked, "Shall I lower shields?" Harry caught a disapproving look from the intimidating Worf by Tuvok's station but again Chakotay nodded.. Harry toggled shields down. A ring of residual radiation from their rapid drag into the Alpha Quadrant made both sentries turn away broadside as the lit up energy fogged toward them. Harry flashed a no danger sequence using Voyager's running lights on the outside, green, green, red.. ::No harm. No harm.:: Then, he sent a communications buoy out in front of the ship to bypass Voyager's offline internal one. "We can only send code, no visual or vocal yet, Commander. That, I'll have with this probe in a few minutes." Harry resisted the urge to check on his fallen crewmates near him. But then the EMH saundered over to scan the ensign's torso. "You're fine, Mr. Kim, and so are they." he tossed his head, "No doubt when the comm line comes on those lackies out there will understand just who we really are. No doubt Mr. Barclay will set them straight." "Mr. Barclay?" Kim blinked, "You mean our holo program who nearly sold Seven's nanoprobes to the Ferengi?" The EMH angled his head, "Ah... no. He's quite...oh, never mind. Suffice it to say that this Reg is helping us. I see there's nothing wrong with your mental functioning, you caught on our orbital location fast enough. Let me know if the dizziness you have gets any worse.." "How do you know I'm dizzy." Kim asked, matter of factly. The hologrpahic physician just pointed down, Harry noticed that he was gripping his console with both hands so tightly, that his fingers were white. "Oh... uh, I will." The EMH added another tidbit, "You are ops officer. Here's the bridge standing right now. We've other Federation guests according to the Barclay who's stepped out. Why don't you see where and who they are on sensors.." the doctor gently reminded. "I see the commander has those two trigger happy vessels out there to pacify.. You've done what you could until the comm goes up." Harry found himself obeying.."Do you know what's really going on here with those strangers?" "No. Excuse me..I am reading Tuvok's coming out of it.. He's going to need to be roused out of trance any moment." And the doctor got busy waiting to slap Tuvok into wakefulness on the other side of the bridge. Harry toggled his comm links. Nothing. "The big guy's still not quite done." Then Kim brainstormed, he hit his combadge.. "Ensign Kim to all persons on all decks, report in via combadge. Condition grey is in effect." ::That'll give me an idea for the commander who we have on the ship and it'll let any strangers know that we are in communications blackout to the outside temporarily..:: A whiny Ferengi voice was the first to reply to Kim. "Would somebody please explain why I was beamed off Deep Space Nine to be on this starship?! I've a bar to run!!" ::Oh, boy...:: Kim thought. ::This getting home business isn't turning out like I imagined it to be. No ticker tape displays, no crowds of civilian hobbyists who've kept up on Voyager's plight. The ensign got set his answer to the man, "Come to this vessel's bridge, and we'll tell you just as soon as we find out how you got on board. Mr..mr..?" "Quark,.. Fine, Hu-man. I'll be right there, and your captain better have a good explanation for this or I'm going to run up charges of kidnapping so fast your thick mammalian hair'll curl!!" Kim winced, ::One stranger found, how ever many to go... This is going to be a loooonnnngg day.:: --------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Voyager crew Season Two Promo shot Gif: Star Trek Voyager title logo Gif : Official Paramount logo ********************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Face Value.... Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2001 07:12:30 -0000 Kes stirred from her place on the bridge. ::What happened here?:: Then she saw the forward viewscreen. "Those are Earth ships." she said to herself. She saw the EMH attending to those not yet awake so she availed herself to stand by a computer terminal showing their position to galatic center. ::They're home!:: she decided. She turned a switch and a single monitor showed the glow of the Earth sun that Kes had never known. Neelix too, was soon on his feet. Kes was in awe of the light of the star. "Neelix, look at this... *see sound bite..* The Talaxian was still groggy and grinned, "It sure is. Now, I should be an ambassador to these new people here.." "What new people?" Kes asked. Neelix pointed fearfully towards Worf's position at tactical. The EMH had awakened Tuvok with some healthy slaps to rouse him out of a healing trance. Kes frowned, "Now I wonder why Mr. Tuvok needed to be in a trance in the first place..." She wandered over to the Lt. Commander's side as the EMH checked him over. She saw that Chakotay was busy with Worf in getting the exterior sub space comm system on line. She didn't wish to disturb them. Then she saw Harry make the ships hovering in front of them more at ease with flashing code using Voyager's running lights and dropping shields.. ::How clever..:: she thought. She and Neelix moved forward.."A-Are you all right, Mr. Vulcan?" Neelix asked him. Tuvok raised an eyebrow, "That question is subjective at best, Mr. Neelix, it depends on the current state of temporality the ship may still be in.. However, I.....seem to be.....fine. Thankyou.." Kes frowned, "What do you mean temporality? Did we hit some sort of anomaly that caused us to black out?" Tuvok raised his other eyebrow. "Interesting.. Do you remember anything of the Nexus ribbon?" Both Kes and Neelix looked at each other and shrugged before shaking their heads. "I see.. Well, I shall put that all down in my report. Suffice it to say, that was an anomaly of sorts which allowed us to arrive here... in the Alpha Quadrant.." Tuvok then noticed the sentries on the main viewer. He got updated from a quick squirt of data from Ensign Kim on tactical. "Excuse me for a moment." Tuvok went over to Chakotay's side and the two with Worf and others started talking over the comm system problem. A very short time later, the communications fault was overridden. Tuvok replied to the vessels on the viewer at Chakotay's nodded permission, "To the scout class ships off our port bow. This is Commander Tuvok....of the Starship Voyager. If you check with Starfleet Command, you will find out that we have been missing for almost seven years. But we have been in indirect contact with Earth for four point three standard months in a series of monthly communiques.. Please verify with your superiors.." Tuvok glanced at Janeway who was not yet awake.. ::I wonder if she is injured?:: he thought to himself while the tiny guard craft on the viewer consulted with higher ups.. Then a voice spoke, "Starship Vessel, you will accompany us to sector six Heading Mark 5.4 by 21.. Keep your shields down and thrusters one quarter sub light." Kes's mouth flopped opened, "They don't believe it's us!" Neelix hushed her, "Would you? If a missing legend suddenly appeared like snow in summer in front of you? Give them time, sweeting, they'll come around. If I've learned anything about these humans at all, they first are sure about what they are looking at before they react." ::I hope so..:: Kes sighed. She and Neelix waited to see what the others around them would do next. Kes stood by for the EMH if a medical problem showed itself. She was all business then Neelix offered a truly in character insight, "Gee I wonder what I should wear for when they escort us planetward for the big party. ooooo, I don't even know what I should pack!" his voice rose steadily higher until Kes shooed him from the bridge like a mother hen. ---------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Neelix burning breakfast with Janeway watching. Audio : K- Isn't it beautiful? Image : Voyager in orbit over Earth. ********************************************************** From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Never Nearer Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2001 00:26:11 +0100 >"Anytime you're ready, Kathryn.. Your eyes are going >to open to see the stars of HOME..." and he smiled. "At long last..." >Chakotay waited for anybody else to awaken.. or for ?>Barclay to find >the newest visitors he said were on board. "I wonder >what's in store >for us now?" and the grin on his face grew huge as he >began to think >up the endless possibilities.... Kathryn caught the snatch of conversation, in between the thumping sound. Feeling her back pressed against something with a corner, Janeway shifted herself, and opened her eyes.... She could have sworn, the thumping sound in her ears stopped, for a second. Earth. ::Did we make it?:: Janeway asked herself. They'd come close, but it was almost too good to be true. ::Is it?:: she questioned herself. "..Chakotay," she managed. Reaching out for a handhold, she pulled herself up. "Steady," instantly, there was a hand on her arm, guiding her upward, to her Chair. It was the Doctor.... Kathryn did a visual sweep. Everybody seemed to be in one piece, albeit, a little shaken up. :: Rough Ride:: she decided. Spurred on by Chakotay's comment. Voyager's Captain started to consider the possibilities. Some of the people had remained on board, and had arrived back on Earth with them. Janeway didn't even try to work out the temporal or quantum effects of that. But allowed herself to indulge in the emotions of getting home. Finally, she snapped herself back to business mode. "Report," she asked. Harry was quick to answer, "We're home!" he announced, "Sensors confirm it," he continued, "Two Scouts are holding position infront of us, but the Comm is down," Janeway continued not to outwardly show any reaction, they'd come close before....so close they could almost touch home... Seven, Tom, her Maquis crewmembers... what would happen to them. Starfleet would no doubt pardon them. If she had any influence. However, that was about as far as she allowed herself to speculate, and plan. Finally, her ship was whole again. the Common Bridge had never been ideal.. Gradually, the idea of being home sank in. Everything that had been in the back of her mind for Seven Years... Managing to stand, Janeway rushed through to her Ready Room. A few of the officers tagged along... It became real, when Janeway glimpsed Earth through the view-ports. They must have close, calculations must have been specific. She'd never had an extended look at Earth, from Voyager...well, not since they'd left here the first time.. Straightening her uniform, briefly considering what would happen, Janeway walked back onto the bridge, and took her seat, hoping the comm-system would be online ::the next few minutes should answer some questions:: she thought absent mindedly, hoping, things were as they appeared. ************************************************************************** From: Cassidy Meyers Date: Sun Apr 1, 2001 5:04am Subject: Where were you when? Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2001 20:27:36 -0800 (PST) From: Cassidy Meyers Subject: Where were you when...? Counselor Deanna Troi knew exactly where she was when it happened. ::How can I not know?:: she said as she glued her eyes to the news vid above the service counter. ::I am on leave to Earth, Kuala Lampur and it's 16:09 and there's a mineral water with honeydew in my left hand. I am wearing my gray swimsuit with purple kaftkan throw and fifteen people have just registered shock and amazement at something they all saw on the newsvid.:: Her instincts as a counselor had prepared her for a the usual lack of good taste reporters usually had for covering disasters of great magnitude, but the unshielded delight she was now feeling from someone shot down that theory. The odds of a sadist viewing catastrophe were so low, Deanna dismissed it right away. ::Oh my god..:: she said. The outer solar system imagers near Jupiter in the asteroid belt was showing an impossibility. It was an outline that Troi knew well from her most frequent patient. ::It's Voyager.. I don't believe it. :: Then her eyes shot to her chronometer, noting the time again. "Oh no,.." she said aloud, "Reg's at work on the Argus Array. He's bound to s---" Troi slammed down her guest credit voucher fiver on the bar and told the barkeep in the pirate patch to keep the change and she raced her way over to a communications panel embedded in a palm tree. She just edged out a portly trader woman from comm-ing her family about the fantastic news when Troi flashed her Starfleet medical emblem in the woman's face to gain use of the unit first. "Geesh.." the woman complained, "You official type's sure know overkill, waving your ident in the air for one teeny tiny starship coming home again. Of all the nerve..." Troi shushed her with a hand as her other one punched the proper ID to McKinley Station orbitting the Utopia Planetia shipyards to link her to Project Pathfinder headquarters. She impatiently went through all of the security protocols. "Yes, yes.. I know this is indeed an emergency. My patient's bound to have a major relapse over this. I must speak with Reginald Barclay immediately... Yes, I'll hold..." Troi glowered at the ocean in front of her and less so at the eager to gossip about it lady next to her. She struck a this is confidential pose to the lady and soon the fellow vacationer spotted a nearby comm unit down the path from the bar. Troi waved her thanks when she left to use that comm vid. ::Come on.. Come on.. Barclay's bound to do something stupid over this like try to beam on board Voyager from the Array in spite of regulations. It would be just like him.:: Soon, the base receptionist came on line. "Everthing's fine with the Lieutenant, counselor. He's in a meeting with Admiral Keating and the heads of Pathfinder right now. I cannot disturb them." Troi bit her lip, "Are you sure it's him?" "What?" the kindly security secretary asked. "I mean... my patient's been known to give his superiors the slip to go on one of his obsessions before. Can you make sure he's not a hologram?" Troi held her hand over the speaker in the console to muffle the resulting outburst."....to let you know that I am receiving full lifesign readings from everyone in the room and don't use starfleet channels again unless this is official business for the duration of this situation... " Troi hummed and hawed her way past the cranky desky. ::At least if Barclay's gone over to them. He's back with news. But I think I'd get on over there to be nearby just in case he needs me. No doubt they're going to tow the starship into Utopia for a thorough going over and crew debriefing. The last lost starship that turned up ended up there..:: Deanna shrugged and decided to use her rank and status to get first row seats at the base Voyager was most likely headed. ::Who's to say that poor wayward crew won't need a little counseling to help them realize that they really are home.:: she smiled. ::No doubt they didn't get home without some injury emotionally along the way as well as bodily. I can help there, too.:: In fifteen minutes, Troi was on board an interplanetary official recovery shuttle bound for Planetia to await the arrival of the miracle ship. -------------------------------------------------------- Right away, Deanna caught something amiss. A jangling of pure anger and fright jarred her sensibilities as the passenger shuttle took on more gapers and officials and officers going to meet Voyager's arrival into escorted space dock. "I tell you. I am cleared to GO to Voyager. Here's my orders. I've just come from Deep Space Nine on Commodore Nerys's authority. My husband was taken by an unknown effect and his last words to me was that he could see a corridor of Voyager beyond. Now LET ME ON THIS SHUTTLE!" Deanna wasn't slow to come to the woman's rescue. She took the woman's arm, flashed her ident and navigated her to the seat next to hers. "I'll handle this. I am taking custody of this woman. Yes, I assume full responsibility for her.." she told the guards trying to stop the oriental humanoid from going anywhere. Reluctantly, the lackeys let Keiko O'Brien go. Troi, "Now, my dear. Tell Deanna what's wrong..." At that, Keiko O'Brien let loose a flood of tears and collapsed against Troi's shoulder.. "It's true.. One minute my husband and I were sharing Irish stew with Molly and the baby over the dinner table, the next, he was fading out murmuring something about seeing Voyager's corridors. Then I saw him black out just before he faded away... They all say I'm crazy.." Deanna took the woman's hand gently in a firm squeeze, "I can firmly say that you aren't.. If anything, you are telling the truth.. Don't worry. If you're husband's ended up on Voyager through some weird space effect. We're going to find him. I've the perfect bloodhound. His name is Reginald Barclay and he's got the uncanny knack of finding that ship no matter where she really is.." Keiko and Troi exchanged mutual smiles and instantly became fast friends. Two hours later. The two women were in the official throng awaiting the arrival of Voyager at Utopia Planetia from the outer most planets once she was cleared of the peculiar radiation that was found clinging to her hull by the first two sentries to find her there hanging over Jupiter. The USS Nightengale was there to handle any medical needs for Voyager's crew. Sensors had shown most were unconscious. Deanna and Keiko's shuttle even beat that rescue craft to the staging area. Troi smiled, "It's not like I used my extensive powers of persuasion to urge the pilots along a little faster.." ----------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Season seven Troi promo Audio : T- I have never felt anything quite like this before.. *animated gif* A Computer scan showing ship's integrity. ************************************************* From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Riker to the Rescue!! Date: Mon, 02 Apr 2001 04:43:43 +0400 Tandem THREE Way post via HOTMAIL messenger WITH "Samantha" , "Tim" , and "Patti" live communication linked SECBOT. Characters Involved : @ denotes free use character @Tuvok @Boothby Admiral Owen Paris Kes Neelix Will Riker and introducing Tim's second MAIN, Data ---------------------------------------------------------- It was shortly after the newsvids flashed Voyager's image Federation wide. Will Riker was aboard Utopia Planetia overseeing the Sovereign Class, USS Enterprise's refit. Starfleet Engineering was assisting in gleaning the Borg Technology from various parts of the Enterprise. With Captain Picard planetside on Earth at his home in Paris, France. "This is Commander Riker, In Command of the USS ENTERPRISE Please acknowledge." he hailed once again to the silent ship. Kes turned as Neelix walked away from her to leave the evident stress on the bridge. She had heard Tuvok get the sentries hail to follow them in to specified coordinates.::I wonder where that is:: The she heard another hail from one of the ships on the main viewer. "I repeat this is Commander William Riker of the USS ENTERPRISE. Data are you sure that is the VOYAGER?" Tuvok stepped forward, "Mr. Worf, is that comm repaired yet? If so, put it online.." his posture was tight even for him. The Vulcan waited for the telltale click and then he spoke softly.. "This is Commander Tuvok. We read you. Our chambers coil overloaded, Please access the communications buoy we've sent in front of us." On board the other starship, the big man in red and black sighed. "Data access the commnications Buoy." Riker said standing up from the command chair. The never changed android replied instantly. "Aye sir. Re-routing commnications through the buoy." Riker nodded,"Commander Tuvok, this is Commander Riker. May I ask your status?" Tuvok watched for Chakotay's high sign to take the conn. Tuvok noted that Chakotay wanted to follow Janeway's departure into the ready room. The Vulcan replied, "Our shields are down. About one third of the crew is unconscious due to gee force blackout. We require medical assistance. Our structural integrity is intact. It seems " he commented, raising one eyebrow, "That only I and my captain can report on events on how we arrived here. The rest of the crew seems to have amnesia." he said, noting Kes's agreeing shrug and Harry's look of puzzlement. "Prepare to receive Medical Away teams, Commander Tuvok." Riker said. Then Data cut in,"Commander, Sensors are picking up lifesigns other than the proper crew. And they apparently also register one Klingon." Will knew that was impossible. He frowned. Data, unnoticed, tried to mimick the expression next to him from his seat. Tuvok's perceptive ears caught on to the comment.. "It also appears we have Federation citizens on board, Number unknown. How they arrived on board is also... unknown.." Kes glanced up and remembered Neelix's earlier nervousness at the sight of the big klingon. She felt Wil Riker's eyes sweep over her odd ears and appearance. She subconsciously pulled hair away from her face. Riker folds his arms,"We'll discuss this all at your debriefing Mr Tuvok. Admiral Paris has been informed of your arrival. What is the status of Captain Janeway?" Kes spoke up to Tuvok.. "She's in the ready room. The EMH is with her finishing up her medical exam scan. She has just regained consciousness." ------------------------------------------------------------ Admiral Paris paced the floor of the main office at Utopia Planetia. He took another look out the viewport at the empty docking bay that, minutes ago, was hastily reserved for the Intrepid Class Voyager. Owen threw his hands up in the air. Exiting the office, he made his way down to the command center to get some answers. His presence on the base wasn't known to most of the crew there, and they hesitated in acknowledging him as he passed. The Admiral took no notice to this and quickly entered the command center. "What's going on!?" he shouted, into the commlink to Riker and Data's ship. The android rose both brows and smirked ironically at the high brass ire he was hearing echoing from his com station. Data spoke up,"Sir, We are receiving commnications from Admiral Paris." Riker rolled his eyes at his friend in a like-I-didn't- guess-that-already air, but he pulled his face properly Starfleet for his next order. "Data, go to split screen." He waited for the Admiral to form on the viewer. While he waited, he kept up recovery operations for Voyager, " Commander Tuvok you should be receiving medical teams as we are speaking." He subsconsciously straightened when the stern Admiral's face appeared larger than life on his bridge screen. "Admiral Paris. This is Commander Riker onboard the Enterprise. This is our current situation..." The Vulcan was only half listening, he had heard the name "Paris" and he nodded to Kes to check out the unconscious Tom Paris near him once more. :: No doubt the admiral would be distressed to see his son out cold on the deck with no one attending him.:: Kes nodded and took her medikit to the helmsman's side. He was fine.. "All vitals normal, Commander. It would be best not to wake him with medication.. He's only just out of shock." Tuvok nodded, listening to the two men's images in front of him. Admiral Paris quickly straightened his tunic and approached the screen's pickups. "Commander Riker, I want some answers and I don't have all day to wait for them." "Admiral, That's what we're getting sir. I request that a meeting be held here aboard the Enterprise. Mr Data will oversee the arrangements." Riker said angling his head. "Do it. I want to know exactly how Voyager got back." he kept a stern emotionless look on his face, but all the while thoughts of his son were racing through his mind. ::A briefing, so soon?:: Tuvok spoke up, "May I remind you that Voyager is not secure; with an unknown number of crew not her own on board. Our own officers and crew need to be attended to as soon as possible. Admiral.. sir, " Tuvok tried not to look down floorward toward Kes and Voyager's helmsman. "With all due respect.. your son is on board.. " At the sound of Lt. Cmdr. Tuvok's voice, Owen eased up a bit. "Thank you Cmdr." No trace of his worry was evident on the outside. Wil Riker was continuing to be informed of the Enterprise's sensor readings of Voyager. Tuvok added his own, just discovered insights. "I am reading Ferengi as well as Mr. Worf here. Commander Riker do you not know him? I remember he served on board the Enterprise D with you for many years." "Yes I know him Mister Tuvok. I served with him for seven years." Wil said, smiling at the man he saw at Voyager's science station. Worf did not reply, knowing the time for silence. Owen blinked at a thought. "Ferengi? What are they doing on board?" Kes waved two medtechs over to Tom and they rolled him over onto his back. She couldn't help but feel sympathy to a man who could not show fatherly concern at the moment on account of his rank and image.. She concentrated on showing the strange admiral that Tom was fine with her body posture and manner. "Our ops officer, Harry Kim said his name was Quark.." Riker then thought ::Quark? He owes me five bars of Latinum:: He grinned remembering the little detour back on DS9 about a few years ago that incited the debt. Data nodded his head, toggled a few switches at the comm board. "Sickbay reports ready to take Voyager personnel, Commander." Wil missed nothing, "Admiral, We're making arrangments for Voyager's command crew to beam over to the Enterprise for debriefing. " Tuvok said, "Our EMH advised not to move the unconscious crew, would you fashion an away team to our location?" He said pointing to Tom Paris on the floor as an example." My captain's only just awakened." The admiral just looked at Data through the transmission. "Concurred sir. " said Data. "We'll send away teams, Commander. Those that can beam over to the Enterprise,.." he said thinking, "I'll have arrangements made for them only. Admiral, would you care to join us there?" "No thankyou, Data. Mr. Tuvok. Keep me advised at all times." Tuvok nodded, "I will endeavor to try. Admiral, we have ship's logs we can download to you to add to those you received from the weekly transmissions to the Pathfinder project." He nodded to Kim who sent the data to both the Enterprise and the shipyard crisply, nodding when the squirt was sent through the aiding communications buoy. Riker looked at Data,"Link up our computers with Voyager's to get that." He turned back to the main screen. "When can you come over Mr Tuvok?" The android looked at Tuvok, "Thank you Commander. I'm receiving that information now." "If you don't mind Commander Data. I will be going with you. I haven't seen my son in seven years.." he sighed to the android who offered him a place to go nearer to Voyager. "I can wait a little until he's on his feet again and for him to decide to join me on the Enterprise." Riker nodded at the admiral's choice. "We are receiving the Voyager logs information as well, Admiral." He held out a hand indicating his command deck. "Whenever you're ready to come aboard." "Admiral, It would be a honor." added Data. "I will Commander. Expect an engineering party from the yards as soon as you are within transporter range." Admiral Paris nodded to an officer off screen to set up the party to the Enterprise. Tuvok was lost to the niceties. He held up a hand.. "Feel free to beam over with the medical party. Tom, is on the bridge." Aside, Data mumbled to his superior once Owen was off screen. "Commander Riker, I feel it is imperative you and I beam over to the Voyager." Data said suggesting it. "Very Well Data," Riker, deep down, could admit to some curiosity at seeing a living legend returned to the fold. He smile broadly. "Commander Tuvok, We'll be beaming over shortly." Tuvok nodded, "We shall await you." "Alright, Riker out. Let's go Mr Data. We don't want to be late." --------------------------------------------------------------- Kes knelt down by Tom and whispered into his ear. "Your father's nearby. He'll be here before you know it when you awaken.. Everything's going to be all right." She said, taking Paris's hand. "This time, we are really, finally home." She didn't see him react at all but remembered the EMH telling her that anything said to someone with anything short of coma would hear. ----------------------------------------------------------- "I will leave you to your crew and Captain, Commander Tuvok. "Oh, and Commander. Welcome home." Riker finalized before closing the connection to Voyager. The Admiral watched Tuvok give a nod and before he, too, cut the link he had to Voyager's split screen. The two Enterprise officers exited the bridge,"Mister Daniels you have the bridge." said Riker. Data paused before speaking in the turbolift as they were carried toward Enterprise's transporter room. "Commander, It is not right for Commander Worf to be on Voyager." "I concur, Data, if there was someway to explain it. Worf belongs on Deep Space Nine. Now some weird spatial fluke has him and others on Voyager. How would you explain THAT to Admiral Paris?" Data had no ready answer. ------------------------------------------------------------ Things on the outside, to observers ,was nothing short of miraculous. To onlookers, they saw Voyager, scarred and glowing from extradimensional radiation, being towed by the sentries. She was flanked by her sistership the Enterprise E to her rescue mooring. Enterprise found her place mooring alongside. There were many who came just to gape to Utopia Planetia. But security was tight. Only official military and medical personnel were allowed near the lost starship who had finally come home. Kes awaited events like none other she had known in her short life. Kes wondered what Janeway was thinking even deep in her briefing with those who had followed her into the readyroom. ::I wish I could see her face..:: :: This is beautiful beyond words. I had no idea Starfleet was so big..:: ------------------------------------------------------------- As the ENTERPRISE E was escorting Voyager, Riker thought, ::It has been nearly 7 years since they left.:: he said amazed. He noted his crew around him as they made their way to beam out. Many people on the Enterprise were looking out at Voyager. Will Riker and Data were just about ready to transport aboard Voyager. "Energize." Riker ordered and moments later both he and Lieutenant Commander Data arrived in the transporter room of the USS VOYAGER. The air was surprising well tended in spite of the length of time since she had a refit. No smoke. No organic taint twisted his nose. He and Data froze on their disks while the medical teams were dispersing,"See to the wounded and assist the EMH." The Enterprise's first officer instructed. "Data, let's go to the bridge." Boothby came online, startling both visitors in the hallway. "Finally the big brass. About time you got here. I was beginning to wonder if Earth had been taken over by the Jem'Hadar.." "Boothby?" Riker frowned, staring at the disembodied face keeping pace with them from the computer panels along the wall. "Yes Commander It is the Academy Groundskeeper." said Data innocently. Boothby grinned toothily. "A holosimulation actually, a command consult program.. You should know android, the admiral helped design me." Riker shook his head, :: A lot must have happened in the Delta Quadrant for Voyager's command crew to feel the need to use the counseling program Boothby.:: As the investigating officer to the away mission, Wil was going to hear alot of new things. Boothby grumbled, "Janeway enabled me a few weeks ago when things got real hairy.." as if he read Riker's thoughts. ------------------------------------------------------------- Moments later Riker and Data stepped onto the bridge of the USS VOYAGER. "I'm Commander William Riker from the Enterprise, This is Commander Data." Tuvok stood from the center seat, "The admiral did not come with you?" "No Mr Tuvok, he is on the station right now, awaiting our report, he'll be on the Enterprise in 16 hours." Data spoke up, "We were just on testing runs when we encountered this vessel." he said anticipating Tuvok's unspoken question as to why Starfleet's premiere flagship was doing so close to Sector OO1. Kes smiled at the two men. "I'll let Janeway know you are here.." and she jogged up the steps into the ready room. ------------------------------------------------------------ It was almost a quarter of an hour later and there was still no adverse word about his son's condition. Owen began to relax. ::My boy's fine then.:: Unable to keep still, Owen walked out of the command center on the station in deep thought. He was interrupted by a message over the comm directed to him. "Admiral, we've received a transmission from an... Ensign Tom Paris on board Voyager from... a year and a half ago? I've sent it to your quarters." "Thank you Lt. I'm on my way there now." With his curiosity spiked, he made his way towards the guest suite assigned to him upon his arrival to the fleet yards. Entering his temporary quarters, Admiral Paris hesitated a moment but finally went over to the computer terminal. Not wanting to sit at the desk, he downlaoded the letter from his son onto a data PADD and walked over to the replicator. Ordering a drink he sat down on the couch and began to read through it. Leaning back more on the couch, Owen read over the last few lines and sighed. It was just like Tom to get himself into to trouble. Yet, for him to explain to his father what had happened was odd, almost unheard of. A small part of him felt....paternal pride.. ------------------------------------------------------------- Voyager's bridge was the center of recovery operations. Walking over to Worf, Riker spoke,"Commander do you recognize me? I'm Wil Riker." He was interrupted by Harry announcing an unauthorized communication to Admiral Paris's locale. Boothby thumbed a finger into the air.. "That's autosent to the admiral.. Our esteemable helmboy sent it to transmit from the brig logs once Voyager was in range of Earth. He programmed it one point four years ago..." "Mister Data?" asked Tuvok,"Shortly after Voyager's disappearance, did Starfleet Science Command launched a SIMA or Saturn Imaging And Communications Probe? I was just wondering because your sentry scouts were here in under four point one seconds and had Voyager thoroughly surrounded. Admirable speed." "It's worked wonders as a early device for system alert." Riker explained then switched tracks dismissing the subject,"Mister Tuvok, I'd like to meet Captain Janeway and get started on your debriefing." "She's in her ready room. Our med assistant,Kes, has just gone there to tell her of your arrival. If you please." The Commander indicated the proper doorway. "Data, please oversee repair teams. I'll be with Captain Janeway." Riker clarified. Data nodded,"As you wish, Commander. ... ...Mr Tuvok? Your status?" Data was heard saying as Wil entered the ready room. Boothby grinned in the background at the same time, "We have a lot of work to do Data. I can use someone who's reflexes are refreshingly artificial...." And the doors snapped shut on that last comment carrying to Rikers ears. Entering the Ready Room he said,"Captain Janeway, I'm Commander William T. Riker from the USS Enterprise. I'm here to investigate your return. Medical teams from the Enterprise are assisting in medical relief efforts. Lieutenant Commander Data is overseeing repairs to your ship..." He waited for her to reply from her close conference with Chakotay and the others in the room. ----------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Commander Riker in his chair. Image: Closeup of Admiral Owen Paris Gif : Banner asking- Do you love startrek? Image : Data in Gold *animated gif* : Quark with shifting eyes. Image : Boothby and Chakotay in a photo in the academy gardens. Image : Kes and Neelix in a hug promoshot. *********************************************************** END WEEK TWELVE RECAP 04-05-01 (voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} WEEK THIRTEEN RECAP 04-05-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} ********************************************************* From: "Belle Carmen Paris" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Waking up Date: Mon, 02 Apr 2001 19:37:14 -0000 She started to wake up, finding herself laying across a console. It was a most unpleasent sensation. She pushed herself off the console, glancing around astrometrics and quickly reganing her bearings. She reached up with her right metal-covered hand and pushed back the whisps of blond hair that had managed to get loose from her french twist and fall into her eyes. She then started to take sensor sweeps, her metal eyebrow raising in disbelief as she saw them near Earth. Her hand went to her comn badge. "Seven to Captain Janeway." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- She( Samantha Wildman ) came to on the floor of the lab where she had been working. She rolled over and reached up, using the lab table for support as she slowly got to her feet and looked around. She ran her hands through her hair as she sized up the damage in the science lab. It wasn't too bad, a few things would need to be replaced, but nothing permanintly damaged. Her next thoughts were of her daughter. "Computer, location of Naomi Wildman." #Naomi Wildman is on the Bridge.# She grabbed an emergency medi-kit and rushed out the door, dashing down the corridor and into the nearest turbolift. "Bridge." She steped from the lift a moment later and rushed to her daughter's side. She gently brushed Naomi's hair out of her face with one hand as she held her tricorder with the other, scanning her with it. Satsified that her daughter was all right she let out a sigh of relief, then looked to Kes and the EMH to see if there was any way that she could be of help. ******************************************************************* From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Eventful Day Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 21:53:47 +0100 >Entering the Ready Room he said,"Captain Janeway, I'm >Commander Willam T. Riker from the USS Enterprise. >I'm here to investigate your return. Medical teams >from the Enterprise are assisting in medical relief >efforts. Lieutenant Commander Data is overseeing >repairs to your ship..." Captain Kathryn Janeway had her back to the door - but she knew, before he spoke, who had entered her ready room. Kes had come ahead to tell her, but Janeway kept things tight, and nobody every boarded a Starship, without the Captain knowing about it, or finding out. She turned around, her hands behind her back. Nodded as Chakotay and other select members entered the room. Still maintaining the protocol, nobody spoke before the Captain. Maintaining a moment of silence, Janeway gracefully stepped downward, and offered a firm handshake to Commander Riker. "Welcome Aboard," Janeway was willing to indulge the pleasentries for only a few seconds, "I understand our injuries were minor," she remarked. Noting that Medical relief might not be the only thing on the minds of the teams. , "But we certainly appreciate the help, and repairs," Janeway let her gaze rest on a lighting panel which had given up, and shut down. Janeway stood up, and left her seat, nodding to Chakotay, she gestured for Commander Riker to follow her to the viewscreen, "It was quite a surprise," he said to her, as she frowned after glimpsing the Tactical Situation unfolding on the viewscreen. Janeway wasn't surprised, Starfleet had been rocked by war, founders...or something, she remembered from the situation report they'd... :: was it you? Or are you a shadow?:: that had been received in the DQ. "What happens now, Commander?" she asked, as they began to walk toward the table. *********************************************************************** From: Timothy J Sowards Subject: Re: [voyagerliveaction] Eventful Day Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 17:14:17 -0700 "What happens now, Commander?" she asked, as they began to walk toward the table. "Command has instructed that a debriefing take place aboard the Enterprise and we're to hold station at McKinley for your repairs to take place. Also I've been ordered to bring you up to speed as to the events that have taken place. Since there is a time lag between Command's reports to you and what has taken place. The Borg have attempted to strike again at Earth." Riker went on to describe some of the changes that took place around the galaxy. "We're still exploring the galaxy Captain. That's one thing that won't change. Admiral Paris is going to be present at the debriefing. *************************************************************************** From: Fran Catrair Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Uncertainties Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 22:38:02 -0700 (PDT) As she became aware of her surroundings, B'Elanna stretched her legs and felt pain all over. ::Oh...what just hit me?:: she thought, moaning slightly. ::Maybe I'd better tone down the level of that program on the holodeck.:: she concluded. As she slowly became aware of her surroundings, she realized she was not on the holodeck; but was crumpled on the floor in engineering. She noticed others around her were still unconscious. Then, she began to remember the tractor beam they had extended into space. "Must have been one h#ll of a ride." Torres muttered to herself. Going over to the station by the warp core, she began to analyze the situation. Everything seemed normal. Systems seemed to have come through everything with surprising ease. She noted the readings on her console and did a double take. She checked them again. She moved over to another console and checked a third time. According to the readings, they were back in the Alpha Quadrant. ::How can this be?:: she thought to herself. =^=Torres to Bridge.=^= she called out. =^=Tuvok, here. Glad to hear you are all right, Lieutenant.=^= he said. =^=What's going on? According to my readings, we are in the Alpha Quadrant? Is there a malfunction up there?=^= she asked. =^=Negative, Lieutenant. We are, indeed, in the Alpha Quadrant. Why don't you come up here and see for yourself? You are needed up here for the debriefing, anyway.=^= Tuvok finished. =^=On my way. Torres out.=^= she concluded, gathering herself; straightening out her uniform and heading to the bridge. As she headed down the corridor, her mind began to race. ::Home?:: she thought. They had never thought they would make it back. As much as she was happy to be back home, she knew of the complications. She was worried, wondering what would be done to her, Chakotay and the other former Maquis members. Would they be accepted by Starfleet? Would they be arrested? And, there was her personal life to consider. What would this development mean for her and Tom? For their yet unborn child? To Tom's father? To her father, who she hadn't seen for years? Her meandering thoughts began to put her nerves on edge. As she rounded a corner, she bumped into a crewman, who was dashing eagerly down the hall. When they came to their feet, B'Elanna glared at him, and his youthful exuberance. "Slow down there, crewman, no need to run." she growled. He was stumbling upon his apologies as she continued on down the hallway. Entering the turbolift, she continued her musings. As the doors opened onto the bridge, she noticed all the activity. However, what stood out for her was the viewscreeen in front of her, with a picture of Earth in front of her. She also noticed the other Federation vessels in front of the ship. Despite herself, she felt an uneasy, nervous feeling in her stomach. Panning her gaze down a little, she noticed Tom was still lying unconscious on the floor, with Kes attending to him. Going to his side, she felt his forehead. She glanced up, worried, at Kes. "He's been out for quite awhile, hasn't he?" she asked. Kes nodded. She was about to speak, when the EMH took over. "Mr. Paris is just having a hard time recovering from the gee forces, that's all. He should be up soon." Turning from Tom, he seemed to notice B'Elanna. "And how are you, Lieutenant? I just want to take a quick scan of you and the child, to be sure everything is okay." he finished. "Yeah, that was quite a ride, wasn't it?" she joked. "I'm glad someone remembered to cut the tractor beam in time." she concluded. The doctor stopped scanning and looked at her. "You remember that? Hmm... most people are having troubles with their memories." he concluded. "Well, I don't know. Must be the engineering thing. Although I do have a terrible headache. Funny...it almost feels like a small voice is tickling inside my head." she finished. The doctor concluded his scans. "Remarkably, you and the child are in fine condition, and show no worse for wear. If you feel up to it, there is a briefing going on in the Captain's ready room. Senior staffers are expected for the debriefing." ::A debriefing.:: she thought. ::Great...having Starfleet brass breathing down my neck.:: But as she considered her options, she realized she had no cause to feel anything but proud. She had come on the ship as an enemy, and was now the chief engineer. ::I'm the CHIEF ENGINEER!:: she thought to herself once again. Bending over, she kissed Tom's cheek. "Wake up soon, Tom." she said quietly. Finally, she stood up and walked to the ready room; a confidence in her step, shoulders back and her eyes steeled; ready for anything. -------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Gif : A computer LCARS tactical display, frozen. Image : B'Elanna promo in a foggy hallway. ******************************************************* From : Cory Anda Subject : Paper Tigers. Date : Thur, 5 Apr 2001 07:38:02 -0700 (PDT) Tom Paris awoke for the first time feeling like himself. No shadow selves, no alternate universe Tom Paris intrusions. Just pure.... ::Pain:: "Ahhh, man.. Have I got a headache.. He opened blurry eyes to see Kes above him. "I've died and gone to heaven.." She just laughed. Then he saw Tuvok in the command chair and Janeway and Chakotay weren't on the bridge ::I wondered what happened.:: Then he saw the screen. His eyes grew wide and he scrambled to his knees. "Utopia Planetia??!! Oh no!" He dove for his board shrugging off Kes's hold to steady him mumbling.."I've got to stop it..I've got to stop it.." "Stop what, Lt. Paris?" Tuvok asked, "Welcome back to the land of the living, I believe Mr. Neelix would say if he were here. If you are referring to an automated letter written, programmed by you for your father. He got it." Tom slumped into his chair, "He did?! Oh.." he sighed in embarrassement. "Now what am I going to do?" Tuvok raised an eyebrow. "I hope you only mentioned things of a neutral to positive emotional nature." Paris finished checking to see his job at the helm wasn't needed any longer. Voyager was moored to the spacedock on a tether nearby the ship he recognized as the Enterprise E. "Now how did you find out about that." "I am Voyager's security officer. Any transmissions made and recorded in the brig is monitored and forwarded to my station." the Vulcan said matter of factly. "Standard Starfleet policy.." Tom mumbled under his breath, "Standard Vulcan nosing, if you ask me.. You should have stopped it.." Tuvok was bland. "The programming indicated you did NOT want it to be stopped. Admiral Paris did receive it at 0943. Twenty two point four minutes ago." "Wonderful." Tuvok did not deign to reply. He had other priorities. Tom quickly got restless and waited for the holodoc to clear him medically before he excused himself. "Tuvok, I'm not needed here. May I go?" Tuvok, nodded from the command chair. "You may leave the bridge. The Enterprise has medical crew dealing with those still unconscious from our re-entry into Earth's solar system. Your medical expertise won't be required at this time.." ::How about my familial blunder expertise..:: Tom amended privately. Paris fled the bridge and Kes looking for B'Elanna. ::Oh, man.. Do I need a steady mind right now. My father's gonna think I've cracked at the mushy stuff in that letter. Oh, man.. Why did I ev--?" "There you are, Mr. Paris.." a voice halted Tom's progress down the hallway.. "If you are looking for your wife. You could've used me or the computer to locate her." Tom turned on the holoface following him down the corridor, He flared sarcastically.."Yeah? Well,.. Sometimes thinking first about problems helps end them. Something a hologram gardener wouldn't understand. So go "blow". I'm not needed now, and most likely, neither are you.. Have a nice day." He continued to pace agitatedly down the hall, not really seeking anyone for a while. No doubt the EMH would let B'Elanna know of his recovery and she would come running. ::Fine for just a little bit later... All I need is five minutes to cool down..:: Tom thought, ::Then I'll deal with the present.. Man,.. I'm home... Why did it have to happen now?:: Boothby grumbled, "I know whom I am going to put first on the list for psychiatric evaluation for that Starfleet Counselor just in from Earth. Troi's gonna love this father and son thing.." ---------------------------------------------------------- Chakotay was with Kathryn in the ready room. She had returned there as soon as she had left once the station's tractors took hold, guiding Voyager in to her emergency mooring in the dock. He checked sensors, ::So, Enterprise personnel are already on board in rescue parties..:: He looked at Kathryn, calmly getting a cup of coffee, but not drinking it. I know why that is..:: Chakotay decided, :: I know Kathryn would need at least a little sense of closure before she would let anything disperse this crew.:: But Chakotay saw that his captain never got that chance. Commander Riker, he remembered from the Deathwish Q trial stepped into the room with the entity that could only be Commander Data. >Entering the Ready Room he ( Riker) said,"Captain Janeway, I'm >Commander Willam T. Riker from the USS Enterprise. >I'm here to investigate your return. Medical teams >from the Enterprise are assisting in medical relief >efforts. Lieutenant Commander Data is overseeing >repairs to your ship..." He waited for her to reply from her close conference with Chakotay and the others in the room. Chakotay decided to give Kathryn more time to absorb the fact that they were truly at the end of their long journey. He spoke up in her stead. "Welcome aboard, gentlemen, thankyou for the assist. It's been difficult determining our own status with so many of our crew down. All the facts on how we got here are fuzzy for most of us. Boothby just told me only Captain Janeway and Barclay remember anything about what has happened to us." Chakotay toggled sensors to the side overhead computer wall screen over their chairs. One by one, gold lights flicked on. "I see your medical teams are very quick. Our casualties will be dealt with and wide awake in minutes.." he grinned, seeing more dots come to life into yellow from their unconscious green indicator modes. Riker inclined his head. Chakotay didn't miss a look he was getting from Data. He paused for long moments, "I know what you must be thinking. Last time I passed this way I was a renegade. A fugitive from the law. A member of the band called Maquis. Well, I and those who used to be Maquis are Maquis no longer. We..." he hung his head , "...got the report that the Maquis cluster headquarters was destroyed along with all of the Maquis insurgents. Tuvok can attest to our acceptance of Starfleet ideals. He was undercover for you on the Liberty. You just met him on the bridge. If you can't take his word on the matter of how trustworthy the old Maquis crew was and is for Voyager.. just ask her captain....!" Janeway tilted her head wearing a serious look on her face as she let her first officer begin the long process of convincing those at home just who and what his old crew had become. "There is no easier way then to let our complete records and logs of the ship speak for us." She released the tapes to Mr. Data in a feeding speed that only an android could read. ::That's everything.. That's all I can do for my Seconah..:: And then she got up and sat down right next to him, taking his hand in true comeraderie tightly in her own.. Chakotay realized the risk she was taking. There had been times in the past where her own command decisions had been questionable. Such as making deals with the Borg, handing over holotechnology to the Hirogen hunters,.. ::Oh, my god.. She's risking her self and command once again for us...:: It would most likely go well or badly equally for her when superiors scrutinized what had happened in the Delta Quadrant. But he knew he would stand by her for all he was worth. He watched Data relay information to Riker in a confidential whisper and to the silent watchers on Utopia Planetia's observation deck and to those on Enterprise's bridge through the pickups. And then the expression on Riker's face changed. Riker stood pulled down his snug red tunic and spoke to all in the room. -------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : A serious Tom Paris sitting in his chair. Image : A close up Chakotay Paramount promo shot. ************************************************************* From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: Why is everybody not happy on the ship story Date: Thu, 05 Apr 2001 18:05:11 -0000 I thougt I heard somthing. It wasnt Auntie Kathy's voice at all. It was mummys! I opened my eyes and I saw her. Mummy! Mummy! I was so worryed. I knew you were at work when we got in trouble and all got knocked out. I am ok, just a little sore. Hey I cant remember what happened to me before this thing. And who is that big Klingon over there? (I am writing that I dont know the ribbon or shadows here) Then I heard Bootby giving names. One of them was 7s. Mummy, mummy, 7s in the star lab. I havent seen her for so long. Then I hugged my mum real hard. Do you know how we got here to Jupitr? I got up and the hollow doctor looked at me saying I was ok. I looked around the bridge. Auntie Kathy, Mr Pairs and Chakoty were somewher else. ::I think they are in a meeting.:: Then I rememberd. ::If we are back, then there are other peopl here helping us get fixed and ready to go to our new homes. Tuvok! Tuvok! Are you going to call your family? I want to meet your kids. I know I am going to meet my daddy real soon when mum is done working here today. I hope you find them in a hurry Tuvok. Then I tugged mums front. Should we go into the meeting in the readyroom? I want to hear what is going to happen to us. I took mummys hand but she stayed back to say something to Tuvok. I went inside the room first. I knew mum would come if she could after me. I snuck in and hid behind a empty chair to listen to all the talk. I heard Chakoty tell about how the ship was doing. How many peopl were waking up and he seemed to be angry about a name he had called the Makeey. Then I rememberd Seska. She had been an evil Makeey. It was a group of robbers! Why was Chakoty angry about them? I thougt we were all Voyager family now. So I asked him Chakoty! Chakoty! Its ok. I know you are good. I have known you all my life. Plese Riker and Data, dont be worryed about those guys. They arent the bad peopl they were anymore. I then saw Auntie Kathy standing by the tv screen, seeing one thing that showd where everything was. She wasnt paying attention to me. She lookd worryed to. What was going on here? I thougt everyone would be happy to be home again. But I knew better than to stick my nose in other peopls busines. I knew better. I had to know. I had to know for me. So I got some coffey and things for all the officers in the room. Riker even ruffed my hair to thank me. I wonderd what would happen now. I knew I had plans. I wanted to see Auntie Kathy's farm in the state of Indianna in the Unitd States. (Thats USA not UK) I wanted to see FeeBee her sister and meet her mum. But then I saw a face on a TV I knew. And he lookd like Mr Pairs daddy! So I went after Mr Pairs to tell him his daddy was on the TV at the meeting. Mum saw me go and wavd that it was ok, she knew I was captains assistent and somtimes gave messages out. I left the brige so fast I didnt see if mum went to the meeting or not. I found Mr Pairs in the hallway using Bootby. Mr Pairs. Mr Pairs. Dont you want to tell your dad that he is going to be a grandpapa soon? I am sure he would like that. No wait. He doesnt know that you are marryed. Maybe he woulnt like that so well. Do you want some company? I see you are sad and angry. Belanna knows you are awake now. I told her in the meeting before I found you. Plese dont be mad or sad. Chakoty is. Auntie Kathy is just plain serious and I dont know why. Tuvok is the only one I have seen who is himself now. Plese come to the meeting with me. Everyone is going there. The hollow doctor says all of us are ok. Now we can get happy if we try. Lets go! Lets go! I held out my hand to see if Mr Pairs would take it and come with me to the readyroom. ----------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Naomi hugging her mother. ***************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: On the job... Date: Fri, 06 Apr 2001 08:30:08 +0400 Deanna Troi stood in the main staging area of the great bay assigned to be the recovery operations area in Utopia Planetia for the USS Voyager. ::I'll say this for one thing, Barclay was right about her being a beauty. She's huge.:: "She's a looker..." she sighed, watching the drone pods buzz tether lines and tunnels to all of Voyager's access ports. The Enterprise E was docked next to her sister ship. As if protectively hovering while her crew helped awaken Voyager's out of gee force comas. Troi concentrated on the impressions she was perceiving even though she and Keiko were 1000 meters away behind transparent aluminum just watching the whole affair. No secondary personnel were allowed yet on board Voyager until she was made secure and all medical crises dealt with. ::Besides. Boarding Voyager needs her captain's approval and no doubt this Kathryn Janeway was up to her pips in meetings and duties right now. We can wait..:: Deanna looked at Keiko who was pacing inexorably up and down the carpeted rug in from of the windows. ::Correction. I think ..one of us can easily wait that long.:: Troi swiveled in her chair, pushing aside the datapadds she had been reading on the Voyager crew, it was from the download sent to the station of crew casualties and command logs they had endured during their long journey.:: Useful info. If you are a counselor...I think I have my baseline figured out for when I interview these people for their psych evaluations to update their records from the old ones seven years ago. Troi regarded her nervous traveling companion, leaning elbows on her knees at the slight oriental woman, mumbling to herself. Deanna nonchalantly said one word when the woman came close at the end of one pacing sweep, "Boo.." she said mildly. Keiko O'Brien jumped about five feet into the air and staggered back, "Oh, my god.." she bubbled, "Did you have to shout?" Deanna's forehead crinkled, "I whispered that.." "Oh." Keiko giggled nervously, "I guess I am a little keyed up." The languid dark eyed counselor smiled, "Just...a little.. Want a drink? I can wave the server over.." "NO! no no no.. Miles would never forgive me if I had synthehol on my breath. He'd know right away. Heh. I...." she swept denying hands in front of her, "...wouldn't want him to know that I was really worried about him." Troi didn't move an inch or change her ironic expression, "Worry is natural and normal when one's husband is pulled twelve light years into a spatial rift to end up on a starship that's been missing for seven years.." she said dryly.. The counselor flagged down their table server and she told him, "Give my friend here one of these.." and she pointed to her fizzle banger melon decanter. Keiko started to protest when Troi said, "Synth has no odor and you can wish away the effects with a thought. Miles will never know...." Keiko plunked into her table seat for the first time and literally grabbed the drink arriving via server tray before he even go to their table. She downed it in seven gulps. "Oh, that was good, I'll have two more.." ::Magic words..:: Troi mused, ::'Miles will never know':: Troi return to her study of the tiny lights glowing in Voyager's outline. She was receiving emotional impressions she knew wasn't from anyone on the station because the telltale mundane workday feeling present with the station inhabitants wasn't prevalent there. "It's ok, Keiko. I am sensing no grief. No one has died over there. And...I sense Worf... and an old friend, Riker. I'll know right away if they find your husband on board. Worf's worked with Miles before. And he's worked with Wil Riker. No doubt when Miles turns up they will BOTH know. Then I can glean the discovery easily from them based on their reactions. So far, Worf's concentrating on something mental, most likely at a work station, and Wil's meeting the command crew. He's feeling awe right now being with them." She shared with Keiko. "But what's taking so long.." Keiko said, starting to relax. Troi waved the server away when he returned with the two additional tropical mixers. "Thanks, but she's fine now.." she said slipping a credit voucher onto his tray. She winked at him. "I'll take care of her now." Keiko protested, "Hey... I wanted tho-- those." "They're not needed. I have a triple pour in this melon and so do you. Err.. you did. Just relax and enjoy the synth. It'll calm you down even more so the waiting won't seem like an eternity." ::Too bad Betazeds can't feel synthehol like humans do. Synth's a flavoring where I come from.:: "Just watch the shuttles come and go and I'll let you know when I get any new impression from my friends, ok? Here.... I am running a rank order starting with the captain all the way down to a little girl child who was born on the ship. Could you help me arrange these names in order according to that?" "S-Sure.." Keiko said, She swept Troi's padds over to herself like poker chips and started dutifully rearranging names on a list. "Why are I er..we doing this?" "Because I'll know who to schedule first in my appointments. Usually command has a lot more emotional baggage to deal with than the average civilian. I like to do this as a sort of priority system.." Deanna admitted. Mrs. O'Brien buried herself into her work. Troi was then freed up to receive more impressions from Voyager now that the emotional noise from Keiko was turned off. A feeling of anger and inadequacy from one window she was looking at focused Troi's instincts.. "Hello.." she said to herself. "Who's this I've got?" she took a visual enhancer and looked through it to the face she saw in Voyager's port. He was leaning on the window, head bowed, shaking his head in denial. Troi could see lieutenant's rank on his throat. "Hmmm red and black uniform, Sandy hair... " Deanna mumbled. Then the man looked up, ::Bingo.:: The turmoil feelings from that man were definitely the highest stressed of the entire crew on Voyager. "Move over Janeway, this man's got first slot in my itinerary..." She matched the face she saw to a name from her datapadd. "Bridge crew, A Lt. Thomas Eugene ....Paris..." Keiko looked up from her working, "Did you say something? " "Yes,.." she said, putting two and two together. "Do you know if the admiral, " she shook her head, knowing Keiko didn't know most Starfleet brass types. "uh,.. if Admiral Owen Paris has a son?" "Oh, yeah, old crusty.. He lectured the kids in school about academy enrollment last year. I think his son's name is Tom or Tim or something." "Thanks.." Deanna said. "That's all I needed to know." ::Well. well. well. It never rains, but it pours.:: She sent a empathic impression to Wil subtlely. #Imzadi. I am here if you need me. Let me know about a Miles O'Brien if you should see him. I have a drunk wife here pining away for the Deep Space Nine engineer even as we speak.# ----------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Keiko O'Brien holding a goblet. Image : Troi and Riker snuggling. Audio : Computer- That is not a valid question. Bev Crusher- Like hell it's not. Gif : A combadge divider bar from gold to bluish silver. ******************************************************************** From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] When the bough breaks~~ Date: Sat, 07 Apr 2001 09:35:37 -0000 ~Kim winced, ::One stranger found, how ever many to ~go... This is going to be a loooonnnngg day.:: It wasn't long before a typical specimen of Ferengi heritage came onto the bridge. Kim made it a point to have guards in place even before the being made it two meters off the turbolift. "Nice welcoming committee, Where's your captain?" Quark said, squinting in mild smugness as he surveyed the bridge for the center chair. Harry put hands on his hips, "Indisposed. Anything you need, direct it to me, and me alone." he said politely enough. "I will. I'm getting hungry. Would you have commissary send up some beetle grubs in a light broth in about five minutes?" Quark patted Harry on the shoulder, "There's a good hu-man.." He stepped beyond Harry to lean on the railing above Tuvok's head. "Ooo, I like that starship over there.. What's it called, the Enterprise E?" "Classified." Harry attempted after closing the mouth he felt flopping open.::Am I so gullible to be used as a floormat this way? You think I'd be a bit tougher now days.:: "Surreee.. And that's why her name is painted in two story high black lettering there on the saucer section..for every eye to see.." the weasly Ferengi snorted. Kim blushed redder than Quark's scarf. "Listen,.. I don't need to be confronted on my own bridge. So turn right back around and these two gentlemen will escort you to the messhall so you can just snack on a whole bowlful of those baby insects you were requesting.. hhhmm? Tah for now.." Harry waved a sarcastic but smug salute to the Ferengi as the two burly guards picked up Quark by the elbows and marched him bodily off the bridge. "Hey, wait a minute.. What kind of treatment is this?!" Quark barked.. Harry smiled as the turbolift doors closed between them, "What? You're our guest. Your wish, is my command. All of our more exotic food is stored in the messhall. To get at it. You're going to have to go there. Bye." The turbodoors shut out Quark's indignant reply. -------------------------------------------------------- Harry kept checking his sensors at the Enterprise away teams progress in reviving his shipmates. Soon, no one was unconscious any longer. ::That was fast.:: Kim caught himself looking at the chronometer again. ::D&mn. Why am I doing that?:: It was about three minutes until his relief came and beta shift transferred to theta. ::Technically., there is no red alert so shift schedules and standing orders still hold true. Listen to yourself Harry Kim. You sound like a second rate cadet.:: But truth was truth. One minute fifteen seconds later, Sampson was there to relieve Harry at his post. Ensign Kim couldn't make it off the bridge fast enough. ::The captain hasn't called me to the briefing, so I guess I am off duty now until I hear otherwise.:: He rushed to his quarters and then queried his terminal for any new conditions Tuvok might have flagged for everyone on the shipwide network. There were no communication restrictions in effect. ::Good. :: Kim sat on the bed, nervous and feeling a little like a kid in the candy store. ::I'm finally going to call her. After so long. Grandmama will understand that I am safe from the newsvids. I'll call her right after. I just have to know..if...:: Ensign Kim punched in the directory code for San Francisco Apartment Five, French Quarter and nearly ripped the screen off the computer in his impatience for things to move a little faster.. ::Come on, Libby. Pick up..:: His face didn't know what to wear. Anxiousness, happiness, seriousness.. Harry even almost checked his appearance in the mirror. She came into his viewer wearing seagreen. Her hair was up in a bun and she was securing it with jade skewers shaped like New Year's Dragons. When she looked up from the hail tone to see Harry, Libby's fingers dropped the combs from their own volition.. "Oh...my god... Kimchi?" Harry's eyes watered at the sound of his own nickname and he couldn't talk right away.. He put his hand to the screen. Libby began to cry tears of joy in silence, not believing that her fiance had come back to her. Then she sniffled, breaking the spell. "How are you? I couldn't believe it when I saw the news. Are you coming home soon?" Ensign Kim finally caught in the breath he was holding. Libby looked older and wrinkles on her cheeks that weren't there in Harry's memory of her lined her face but the love she had for him in her eyes was as bright as ever. "Well. As soon as we're ..." Harry didn't even want to blink. "..we're debriefed. It..won't be long." Harry laced his fingers together tightly and nestled them against his mouth until it hurt. He couldn't control his overwhelming emotions. "You can't know..how I've missed you Lib-- How's everyone? Mai-Ling, Phon-pei.. Mr. Sopheliz at the corner coffeeshop..." he choked up. Libby Thompson closed her eyes, freeing tears to course down her face. She found it hard to speak for several moments. Her joy became muted as she remembered an event she had lived every hour since it happened. "There's something you must know Harry.." Kim felt a dread dig into the pit of his stomach. He saw pain behind her joy at seeing him. "What's ..Wh- what's wrong? You're not ill?" Libby wiped her eyes with a hand, "No,.. no, I'm fine.. never better.." Her face twisted once more. "Libby..." Harry asked, pleaded around the sudden lump in his throat. "It's your grandmother... She..." Libby looked ceilingward as she forced herself to form what she had to say, "..she.. died two months ago... of a stroke." A pain deeper than physical crippled him into a ball. "Th- There was nothing they could do. No one was home when it happened.. I-" "Mai-Ling?.." Harry gasped. He fell off his chair. His world contracted to a gray tunnel. ::No! :: His denial echoed over and over deep inside, mocking him. ::No! It's not fair. She is the only family I got -t--t---tt!!:: He began to moan hideously in quiet sobs. "Harry?" He did not hear. "Harry? " came Libby's voice into the room again. "Harry. You're scaring me.... Harry, would you answer me??" came Libby's shattered voice.. Then she heard a sound.. "....M- mm.. *sob*? " "Harry!!! " Libby's anguish cried. A ragged breath. ...Another. On the third breath, something very fragile and integral inside Harry Kim.........broke. They found him without clothes on the floor beneath the computer desk folded around a traditional Chinese ink mug. It was the one his grandmother had made for him the day he shipped out for his first mission on board Voyager. They decided not to pry it out of his fingers when they beamed him onto the starbase and alerted his starship's holoEMH. ---------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Janeway crying with Harry's out of focus face in the foreground. **************************************************************** From: "Belle Carmen Paris" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Bewildered Mother and A Hollow Woman Date: Sat, 07 Apr 2001 17:16:32 -0000 Sam smiled at her daughters sudden spring into action, happy that she could be so full of life and energy. She still couldn't remember what had happened to them recently, or how exactaly they had gotten back to Earth. But she didn't question it. Her husband was the first thing to come to her mind, now that Naomi was fine and bustling about the ship. She had been in communcation with him via the Midas Array, had sent him pictures of herself and Naomi, and read his letters to Naomi every month. But Naomi still had never met him, and he hadn't had the chance to hold her like she had. She was pleased that the crewmembers of Voyager had stepped up and helped fill the void of his not being there, like the old saying went, "It takes a village to raise a child." It was about time Naomi met her father. But their was a meeting going on, and she might as well pop in and see how Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay were holding up, it was part of her duties after all. She smiled at Naomi's retreating off the Bridge, shure that she had been sent on some Captain-sanctioned errand of some sort as she got up and walked over to the door of the Ready Room, actavating the door chime and wating for admitence. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Seven had checked and re-checked her scans, run every dignostic she could think of over the scanning arrays themsevles, but the edvience was still there. Voyager was back in the Alpha Quadrant. The Doctor had often suggested that she take a few moments to assess her own emotional state before acting upon anything. Thankfully the Astrometrics lab was empty except for herself. She took a few deep breaths and thought for a moment on how she felt. She felt nothing. That didn't surprise her, it shocked her. With the crews strong desire to return to the Alpha Quadrant she had always thought that if they ever did she might feel something as well. But she had never known it like her fellow crewmembers did. Perhaps that is why she lacked an emotional response. She started to gather data and compile a report for the Captain, clinging to something normal and indasputiable as cold hard facts amongst the turmoil that she knew was happning amongst the rest of the crew. And yet she wonderd what would happen to her now that they were back home. ************************************************************* END WEEK THIRTEEN RECAP (voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com) WEEK FOURTEEN RECAP 04-10-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} ********************************************************* From: "Samantha ." Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Who I am is who you wanted me to be Date: Mon, 09 Apr 2001 01:39:33 -0000 From: Admiral Owen T. Paris Personal and Confidential To: Lieutenant JG Thomas E. Paris Stardate: 51479.6 Tom: Your mother never believed you were dead. Five years. She refused to go to the memorial service. Your sisters went. Ann and Michael left the boys with her, and Claire and that... Claire and Marc—they got married, you know. Command waited to have the ceremony until last year, when Voyager was officially declared lost. Claire and Marc went. They said it was a touching ceremony. I was deep in negotiations with the Cardassians and the Bajorans—I couldn't make it. I'm sure you.... I hope you understand. I told her she should go. Your mother. I told her she should go—it would give her some kind of closure. She wasn't doing herself any good holding on to impossible hopes. But you know your mother. Stubborn as anything. I suppose you and the girls got that from her more than me. I've always prided myself on knowing when to let logic override my emotions. But as it turned out, this time she was right. She'd gloat about it, if she wasn't so busy calling Starfleet Command, pestering them to find out what they're going to do to bring you home. Seven years of believing, and I still thinks she was shocked to find out you were alive, and it wasn't just some figment of a mother's imagination. "I'd know if he were dead," she always told me. I knew before it hit the news nets, of course. That business with the Prometheus—when they debriefed the EMH and found out the was from Voyager, I got the call then. We thought it was a crock at first, but those programmers checked him out up one side and down the other. They gave me a copy of his debrief. It seemed.... I would have thought it was fiction, or some kind of crazy computer malfunction. 60,000 light-years. But if anyone could do it, Kathy Janeway would be the one. I always knew, even when she was a wet behind the ears Lieutenant, that she would make a fine Captain. When she approached me about granting you Observer status and taking you out of Auckland, I admit I thought she was being foolish. But she convinced me. Second chances and all that. And the fact of the matter was, I hoped she would succeed. Maybe she could get through to my headstrong son, knock some sense into him. God knows I'd tried and failed. And it stung a bit, admitting that Kathy might be able to reach you when I—your own father—wasn't able to. My pride took quite a hit. I'll admit that. I probably should have admitted that a long time ago. I've read the catalogue of your achievements. When I found out that Janeway had given you brevet rank of Lieutenant JG... Janeway is as much of a hard-ass as I ever was, and she wouldn't have awarded you the rank if she didn't think you deserved it. And from what I've heard from the report, you deserved it. The warp ten experiment alone has pretty much assured your place in Starfleet history. Your mother thinks they should build a statue of you. She was only half-kidding. I know how hurt she was that you didn't want her to visit New Zealand. I told her it was pride talking—but I think more than anything else, she was always afraid that you died believing she didn't love you—we didn't love you. Of course we love you. You're our son. I'll be blunt: I know you don't think I was a very good father. And I know we haven't seen eye to eye in the past. But I want you to know that I was hard on you for a reason. Not just because you were my only son. I know you always felt singled out—but that's not true. I was hard on you because you needed it. You had incredible potential, Tom. And it broke my heart to see you waste it. And I probably went too far sometimes—and only succeeded in driving you even further into rebellion. But it was intensely frustrating for me—both as a father, and as a Starfleet officer—seeing a young mind so full of promise squander it in bars and chasing women. I know you think I was just living my life vicariously through you—but the truth is, I always had to work so hard at the things that came easily to you. If I had had half your talent... You always poured so much energy into those hobbies of yours—from the monster movies to flying. And if you had just devoted a fraction of that effort to your career, you could have been the youngest Captain in the Fleet. Heck, you were always better with people than I ever was—again, your mother's gift, not mine. You had all the makings of a first rate officer, and it nearly killed me when you were cashiered. Not because you'd let down the family name—though I admit, that was part of it. But because you could have been a better officer than I ever was. And you threw it all away. I was hard on you because you needed it, Tom. And I know you don't believe that, but it's the truth. If I busted your chops, it was because you needed it. If I lambasted you for your mistakes, it was to make sure you never made them again—and I hope to God you learned from your mistakes, Tom. Caldik Prime was a tragedy, but your lying about it made it worse. And it took a man to admit he made a mistake, and I was proud of you for coming clean, even if I never said so at the time. The problem was, you should never have lied in the first place. I can't ever understand why you didn't see that from the very first. It's not about living up to my expectations of you, Tom. A real man doesn't give a care about others' expectations—and what always bothered me is that you didn't know that. That you sacrificed your honour and your integrity out of pride. That was your only real crime. There's no room for pride—or ego—in Starfleet. I know this is all in the past. And for all out differences, I hope you can let go of your adolescent fantasies that I was some kind of monster who never loved you. You are my son. Of course I love you. From the moment you were born, I would have moved heaven and earth to keep you safe, to protect you. I know you're a grown man, but to me you'll always be that little eight year old kid with skinned up knees, trying to scam your way out of bedtime to fit in just one more chapter of Jules Verne. Or whatever took your fancy that week—sailor, pilot, Indian chief. Your eyes always were bigger than your stomach, and you had such a taste for adventure. But you're not a child any longer. And I'm pleased that you've matured into, and these are your EMH's words, "a fine officer, and a man I'm proud to call a friend." I don't usually put much stock in computer programme's opinions, but Command insists that this EMH of yours is a kind of wonder the likes of which haven't been seen since they uncovered Soong's android. Frankly, no matter what kind of precedents there are, I still have problems with the idea that any computer programm can achieve sentience simply by being left turned on for five years, but... Well, a lot of that may well have to do with the fact that Lewis Zimmerman is such an incredible man. But the fact of the matter is, you've obviously finally found a place where you belong. And I'm glad you've finally achieved some of the potential I always knew you possessed. I always knew you had it in you, if you just applied yourself. I had better stop now, before I make a complete idiot of myself. And your mother is here, waiting to write her own letter. But I wanted you to know that she and I are proud of you. And that we will do everything in our power to see that you are brought home. And we're looking forward to finally hearing from you. End transmission. ---------------------------------- The Admiral looked at his wife who had just arrived from Earth. She was smiling as she read over the last paragraph or so that her husband had written. Handing over a clear PADD, he straightened his uniform and walked towards the door. She nodded and he exited, letter in hand, on his way to the debriefing on Voyager. ******************************************************* From: Fran Catrair Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A Matter of Priorities Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2001 22:16:52 -0700 (PDT) As she headed to the briefing room, B'Elanna sensed something was not quite right. She steeled herself even more; prepared for anything. The first thing she noticed was how quiet Captain Janeway was. ::She must be in a state of shock.:: B'Elanna thought. That would be understandable; considering all they had just been through. She waited patiently, waiting for her presence to be acknowledged. Finally, she noticed the other commander's eyes shift to her. "Lt. B'Elanna Torres, Chief Engineer of Voyager, reporting, sir." she said, looking him in the eye, but not threatening. ::He is still a commander, and Will Riker has a fine reputation.:: she thought. No need to be unfriendly...yet. She noticed him nod in acknowledgment to her and turn back to address Chakotay and Captain Janeway. This annoyed her greatly. She didn't want to be here. She had other things to do. She was worried that Tom hadn't woke up yet. ::They shouldn't be here right now. Why couldn't they wait for us to get our bearings and have our own 'debriefing' before they just barged in here?:: she thought. She felt a slight tugging on her pant leg. Looking down, she saw Naomi standing there. Quickly looking around the room, she noticed everyone's attention elsewhere and knelt down to speak to the girl. She heard that Tom was awake, which relieved her greatly. She also told B'Elanna that Tom had left the deck abruptly, apparently worried about something. B'Elanna thought to herself, ::Worried about what? Why would he just leave the bridge in such a rush?:: when the answer hit her. The letter. The letter Tom had written to his father when he was in the brig a couple years ago. He had directed that it be automatically sent within transmission to earth. ::D@mn.:: she thought. ::He's going to be tearing himself apart for that.:: Tom had written that at a vulnerable time in his life; and now, so much had changed. ::Namely, us.:: she concluded. Looking at Naomi, she smiled and gave the girl a quick hug. "Thank you, Naomi. I'll go and check on him as soon as I can." she finished. She kept the smile on her face as Naomi, her chores as 'captain's assistant' completed, departed the ready room. > He watched Data relay information to Riker in a > confidential whisper and to the silent watchers on > Utopia Planetia's observation deck and to those on > Enterprise's bridge through the pickups. And then > the expression on Riker's face changed. > He stood pulled down his snug red tunic and spoke > to all in the room. B'Elanna noticed the change in Commander Riker's demeanor. The friendly expression had hardened. She didn't know what those on the 'other end' of his communications had told him, but she didn't like it one bit. ::After all we've been through...all we have accomplished together...they have the audacity to judge us?:: she seethed. Getting the Commander's attention, which wasn't hard to do, considering she had broken at ease stance, she noticed him close his mouth and look at her. "Permission to speak, sir." she said. She noted Chakotay's warning look and brushed it aside. As Commander Riker gave her a hesitant nod, she spoke. "I want you all to consider everything this crew has been through, everything we have encountered over the last seven years, before you all rush to judgment on us." she said. "You could have at least given us the courtesy of gathering ourselves together as one crew and allowed us to gather our bearings before sending in your swooping Starfleet investigators on us; acting like we are some kind of...lab experiment or something!", she seethed. "We are not an experiment! We are all Starfleet, just like you. Some of us are former maquis, but I can assure you, we are now one crew. We have bonded together as a crew. We have formed friendships. We have formed relationships. The point is, gentlemen, until you have studied everything this ship has been through, over in the DELTA Quadrant the past SEVEN years, you have no right to apply your antiquated, ramrod, Starfleet procedures on us!" she stated bitingly, her nostrils flaring. "Now, if you all will excuse me, I have a more pressing issue that requires my attention; someone who is more important to talk to than the likes of you!" she finished in a huff. She looked in challenge at Chakotay, who looked stunned, and nodded to him. "Excuse me, Commander, but my husband needs me." she said, as she turned on her heel and exited the room. As she exited the room, she thought to herself, ::Boy, have I really just asked for it!:: but she knew she HAD to get out of there. Ever since Naomi's message, she had thought of nothing else. #Computer, what is the location of Lt. Paris?# she asked. Upon the computer's reply, she nodded. She knew where he would go. She changed her course to go to Tom. After all, it was all a matter of priorities. ----------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Schematic of Voyager's outer hull in vivid blue on a LCARS screen. Image : B'Elanna Torres in promo pose. *animated* gif : A rotating displaying Voyager. ***************************************************** From: "Cory Anda" Date: Wed Apr 11, 2001 4:31am Subject: What price is true identity in the eyes of strangers...or family? Tom was deep in his thoughts leaning on an observation window on Deck Nine. ::God D%mn it. Here I am, one of the best pilots in the Delta Quadrant, yes, of the Delta Quadrant and what am I doing right now?:: "Running away...: he mumbled to himself. He nodded to the Enterprise crew teams returning in waves to the transporter rooms to beam back to their ship. Their work was done. All Voyager crew was now awake and accounted for. ::Now they know how I felt after I woke up after breaking the warp ten barrier.. "I feel a bit like that far future salamander the captain and I were when we had our k--" Tom Paris saw his face flush red even in the observation deck window glass. He was glad that everyone was better. They had gotten off easy on that fast trip back home. ::No one has died,..so why do I have an uneasy feeling right now. I know it isn't because of my letter in dad's hands right now, because I'm not angry.. Just anxious in a way I've never felt before.:: Then he felt a hand tap him on the back. It was Naomi Wildman. >Do you want some company? I see you are sad and angry. >Belanna knows you are awake now. I told her in the >meeting before I found you. >Plese dont be mad or sad. Chakoty is. Auntie Kathy is just >plain serious and I dont know why. Tuvok is the only one >I have seen who is himself now. >Plese come to the meeting with me. Everyone is going there. >The hollow doctor says all of us are ok. Now we can >get happy if we try. >Lets go! Lets go! ::B'Elanna! Good lord. She's gonna kill me if she finds I've been hiding out without telling her.:: "Hello kid. Thanks, I could use a friendly face around me right about now. Thanks for telling B'Elanna that I am back with the land of the living again. No doubt she'll be onto us any second. Oh, and things might get mushy with a kiss or two,.. try not to get embarrassed." Paris winked at the little girl and together, they leaned arms on the ledge watching the shuttle drones zip around Voyager and the Enterprise, gathering personnel and supplies to where they were needed. "wow..." Tom whispered, "Doesn't it seem strange that we are now seeing more people than stars again?" Naomi just laughed, nodding. Tom ruffled Naomi's hair and intentionally didn't say anything when she rambled on about his father potentially not liking the knowledge that he was going to be a grandfather. ::This kid's pretty observant, I'll give her that.. hah..:: "Guess what, Naomi. It's been hard enough for me to even accept the fact that I am going to HAVE a little girl let alone, knowing how my family is going to like the idea." Then Naomi took Tom's hand and asked him if it was time or not to go to the ready room where everyone was gathering. Paris felt a qualm. ::Dad's gonna be there.. Am I ready for the great Paris Sr./ Paris Jr. reunion.?:: "Tell you what , Naomi Wildman. I'll go there and quite possibly, you'll see fireworks the likes of you've never seen before go off in front of your Auntie Kathy's eyes and for all the world to see.." he said dryly. ::And I'm not talking about physical ones that can be extinguished by water either...:: Tom felt a tug and followed the little girl in the turbolift. They stood, Naomi beaming happily that she was doing for the crew and Tom, neutrally cordial on the outside, quaking catastrophe on the inside. The helmsman decided to have a little offering for Janeway, like a complete report on Voyager's crew recoveries. He tapped his combadge. =^= Paris to Ops.. Harry. Bail my butt, will ya? Flash me the latest on the med teams activities to Naomi Wildman's datapadd. I've got to look like I've accomplished something useful since I left the bridge..=^= =^=Lieutenant Paris?=^= came a strange voice from the bridge. =^=It's beta shift now. Ensign Kim's offduty.=^= "Sampson.. yeah, that's right. Sorry. uh, would you do that favor for me anyhow. I am kinda in a pinch right now.." He fluttered "gimme" fingers at Naomi until she caught on and gave him her datapadd. Tom winked at the little girl as he took it. "I'm ready for the feed." =^=Patching you through..sir.=^= Sampson said. A moment later, and Tom had his butt covering report. "Thanks, man. I owe ya.. Oh and Mike, where's the Admiral right now?" =^=Boothby shows him en route to the ready room.=^= came the answering reply. ::Great. I will let him come to ME...:: Paris said. He toggled the turbolift a little faster.:: "Thanks, Sampson. I owe you a beer. Make that two." The commline cut out. And Tom hefted the now full datapadd in front of his young companion significantly and made a show of wiping non existant relief sweat off his brow. He put a foot on one wall while he read the data streaming in the casualty report. Then Tom kicked himself. This is going to take too long. The lift's gonna get to the bridge any moment. "Computer. Give complete crew status report and list any discrepancies." #Two crew members are off ship. The EMH and Ensign Harry Kim.# Tom raised an eyebrow at Naomi, who also frowned. "That's odd. I thought no senior officers could leave Voyager yet until after all the formal debriefings..." Then Tom found corollary findings that took away the red of father/son tension completely off his face. Kim was listed as one of the casualties beamed off ship. He hadn't been ambulatory. "What?!" he shouted, nearly dropping the datapadd. "That's impossible!" The turbo doors opened and Tom gripped Naomi's hand. He made her run with him to the readyroom. Paris barely acknowledged Tuvok's nod or Sampson's conspiratory wink from Ops. He found Sam Wildman there waiting at the door of the readyroom waiting for admittance. "Hi Sam.. were you on any of the medical team sweeps with the Enterprise away teams? I just found this." he handed her the section outlining the Enterprise away team's finding Harry Kim in his quarters and the classifying tag of immediate casualty next to his name. "What the heck's going on here. I saw Harry not a half an hour ago and he was fine.." Samantha Wildman shrugged and motioned Tom next to her as she chimed the admit button once again. ------------------------------------------------------------- Chakotay was still mulling over B'Elanna's quick exit and his head was still spinning over her impassioned B'Elanna Torres on her soapbox speech once more. He didn't even care if Riker and Data were stunned by that. In fact, he admired Torres for once for her freely spoken mind. ::She's absolutely in the right this time. I think I'll let her Klingon temper sink in to Will here and this android. Might be the icing that'll sweeten any review this crew gets in the logs we sent out to all. Maquis rebels indeed. Next thing you know. Lt. Paris will come barging in here with a similar gripe and we'll all be home free.:: The first officer let his smile be a very tiny one that he didn't share with his captain. She seemed to be content to just follow along in the Enterprise med teams progress in her ship. Riker and Data were respectfully silent while she did so. "Kathryn,.. what do you think might happen to me and the other ex-Maquis? I don't think either one of us remembered that Starfleet is still seven years behind our game.." Janeway glanced up at him and then her eyes snapped back to the live link she had on her datapadd. She was about to comment on something when the computer came on overhead. #The EMH has beamed off ship. Medical priority.# "What?" Chakotay said. "I didn't know we had wounded." Then the readyroom doors chimed an entry hail. "Come in ." both he and Janeway said together. They looked at each other at their alike replies. Samantha Wildman, Naomi Wildman and Tom Paris came through the door. "If you are looking for B'Elanna, Tom. You just missed her." Chakotay anticipated. Tom came over to the table his eyes full of seriousness. He didn't even notice that his father was not yet arrived. "Have you been going over the casualty reports yet?" "I don't know what you mean." Chakotay said. Paris set his mouth in a thin line and ordered, =^=Computer. Locate Harry Kim.=^= #Ensign Harry Kim is not on board Voyager.# Chakotay stood up, not happy at all. "Computer, when did he leave the ship?" #At Oh nine seven hundred.# Janeway spoke up. "Computer, just when did the EMH gain his mobile emitter and go offship.." Chakotay and his captain put two and two together. They echoed what the computer said, "0907" #0907# ::Damn.. What happened to Kim?:: Chakotay said. A nod from Janeway told him to see to it while she turned to address Riker and Data about goings on. Chakotay excuse himself from the formal table and went over to Tom, Sam's and Naomi's end of the table. "Something's up I don't think I'm going to like.." the first officer said to them. "What have you found out?" Tom answered, "The same as you. Harry was for some reason, marked as a casualty by the scouting Enterprise away team and beamed with the EMH to the Starbase." Chakotay comm'd the Starbase and received the usual fifty people who didn't know anything. Even his personal security codes meant nothing to the secretaries manning those areas he needed to reach. ::Great.. it seems my first officer's rank and priviledge is only recognized on Voyager.. Damn beaurocracy.:: He glanced at Janeway. ::Her codes are "still valid" I assume. But she's busy running the briefing with Commander Riker and Commander Data and the Admiral is on his way. I'm going to have to find out answers another way..:: Then he snapped his fingers, "Boothby." he said aloud. He flipped a tabletop computer around and toggled into the consult program's matrix. It wasn't one second before the wizened face appeared. "AH,.. Mr. Paris.. come to apologize?" Boothby said. Tom ignored the jab, "Later.. Now, we've a priority scan check for you. Fill us in on the latest bioflag file on Ensign Harry Kim." Boothby was cowed by the request and became all functioning hologram. "I have his data tracing now." Tom and Chakotay blinked impatiently while they waited. Samantha Wildman and her daughter were pulled into the matter as well, the older Wildman knowing something very serious was going on. She kept quiet and didn't ply Chakotay and Paris with unnecessary questions. She hushed Naomi when the little girl tried to ask what was going on. Long seconds later Boothby coughed up the information, "I've got normal vitals until...0854. Then, everything went haywire. Firing EEG's, elevated neonor synapses endorphins, pulse and resp rates skyrocket. Then, I get an Enterprise casualty tag signal, the kind rescuers place on people who have no combadges and he was beamed offship by the Enterprise to the Starbase. Shortly after that, the EMH got a communique mentioning an emergency about Harry. I felt the holodoc activate his mobile emitter and he too, beamed off using the Enterprise transporters." "He would. Voyager's own transporters are offline. It was part of the bereyon sweep we are undergoing to contain the residual radiation we sustained being dragged home." Chakotay nodded. The first officer slapped a hand on the table, "We're not going to learn anything until we're all cleared to leave Voyager.. That's AFTER the admiral is through with us." Paris protested, "Sir,.. with all due respect.. We got to find out what happened to H-" "Dont' you think I know that?" Chakotay said dangerously, "Turning maverick isn't going to help us find out any news any faster." Tom blinked. He did already have half formed plans to fake a medical emergency on himself to get his rear beamed to the starbase medical ward using his med knowledge but it was died aborning under Chakotay's withering gaze, "So I'm giving you a direct order Paris." Chakotay continued, "No stunts trying to get yourself beamed offship to find out about Kim. If his situation were truly serious, Captain Janeway would've been informed by now.." Tom let the rebel in him surface by flicking Boothby off in anger. "Oh, yeah? Well, maybe they haven't determined just how serious things really are with Harry. Has that thought crossed your mind yet, sir..?" he said sarcastically.. "Sometimes the worst injuries take a while to map out.." Chakotay and Tom broke off their angry stance. There was no point. Their anger was at the system and their current limitations to being stuck on Voyager until further notice. Chakotay confided in Sam, Naomi and Paris aloud. "A few hours ago, This ship felt like home. Now, it feels like we're all a jury sequestered in a hotel before a court trial.. First, that android questioning our Maquis roots, now the stay of departure except for medical emergencies.." Paris grumbled and Sam frowned, learning quickly just how rocky Voyager's arrival home was becoming. She hugged her daughter closer to her. He then added, "Janeway's already under enough stress with her career and reputation under the microscope. Let's keep Harry under wraps and investigate what happened to him until we know the whole story. Kim's bad news is one more brick the captain doesn't need to bear.." Tom nodded in confidential agreement. "She'll need to know eventually." he amended his sentence at Chakotay's warning finger, "..but stalling is good.. yes.. I'll use Tuvok's natural tendency to not give a report until all facts are known as an ace in the hole." Chakotay lightened up, "I'll do some checking myself to see what I can learn about what happened to Harry." He shrugged, "But,.." it would be nice if someone with clearance would beam aboard to us to tell us what is going on themselves regarding him." ::Don't they send in a counseling representative to all ships declared lost who find their way home again?:: he wondered. He regarded his lieutenant helmsman and felt a little of that man's pain and stress too. "One step at a time, Paris. We're just going to have to hold up each other for a while until all of this blows over. Then it's onto important things. Like family and a REAL vacation. Who knows? Maybe Voyager will be refitted and returned to operate once again in the Fleet with us as her crew. Maybe we'll get a chance to do what we were meant to do before we were swept away by that caretaker array... Be one of the fleet." Tom was dark, "That's IF we survive our brands given us. Maquis rebels, turncoat captain, giving Starfleet technology away to alien cultures just to get her ship home, ex-con helmsman... Nice Botany Bay ring to it wouldn't you say Chakotay? I think we haven't rounded the Cape just yet. I think the worst waters to navigate are yet to come..." Chakotay couldn't deny that. ::Some of those undertows have already taken one of us down. Hang in there, Ensign Kim. Whereever you are. Don't you ever even THINK of giving up on us..:: Then Chakotay turned back to Riker, Data with Janeway to get back into reorienting those men to Voyager's events of the last seven years and to teach them a little of her boundary shredding history. A crew's bonding despite huge differences. The first officer decided to show Riker and Data just what different meant. He tapped his combadge, =^=Seven of Nine, report to the captain's Ready Room immediately..=^= -------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Chakotay and Tom Paris on the bridge Image : Janeway, Chakotay and Tom Paris working at a computer terminal. ******************************************************* From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Eat your lunch and dont worry. Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2001 21:04:51 -0000 I held my mums hand as tight as I could. I didn't like what I was hearing. How can Ensign Kim be hurt without having any sore spots? I saw Chakoty try his best to talk to the starbase people but that place was to big. I had never seen so many people like I did when I saw the sensors pointd at that shipyard. There were so many dots I couldnt count them! I tried to talk to mum but she shushed me until Mr. Pairs and Chakoty were done coming up with a plan. Then I whisperd. Mummy! Mummy! I know what we can do to make the Earth pepole about us and Voyager. We can show them all the captains logs and all the private ones to. I can show them my diary. Then theyd know we were a good crew. I wrote about evrything I did for Auntie Kathy evryday. I didnt know what to say after that so I got up and hugged Mr. Pairs. Dont worry. You will find out stuff soon. Starfleete always calls back. Then I went over to Data. Data! Data! You can read real fast. Take our logs and read them. I have a code for my diary. Read it and youll see how we are. Why is evrybody looking at us so funny. We spent a long time, ever since I was born to get home. And now we are here. And what happens? We get looked at so much we are all angry and sad and scared. I have never seen my mummys home. And I dont think I like what I am seeing so far at all. There is no war or anyone who didnt follow rules on the ship here. Auntie Kath I mean Captain Janeway made sure we all got along good. So take my word for it. Voyager has nothing but good people on her so stop being so mean. I saw Mr. Riker look at me with suprise. He looked at his friend Data and then he nodded to him. Data took my code chip and nodded. Good. Now he would read my diary and he would know a different way how things were since the day I was born. Chakoty ! Chakoty! Auntie Kathy! Why arent the helper people here? I saw the doctor teams help get everybody awake. Why dont the others come? Your bosses and the ones who want to hear our story? I didnt mean to be so inpashient but I realy realy realy wanted for us to be happy for once. I went over to the tray I left for everyone and looked at it. Comeon I said. Nobody has eaten one thing. And the coffeys cold. How can you feel good if you are hungry and thirsty? I put the old coffey drinks into the food maker and then I got out new ones. Enough for all of us. I got milk for me. I sent a sandwhich down for Riker and Data and Auntie Kathy and Chakoty and Mr. Pairs and Mummy and me. Then I got loud. We are home now so why arent we having a big party dinner? We should get a huge one for all weve been throug. Ok, so we have to stay on Voyager until the admeral comes. So what? He is just a man who has some questions. He is Mr. Pairs father to. That shouldnt make him a scary guy. So eat. Or I am going to get Neelix up here to get some other food for you that wont taste as good as my sandwhiches. Mummy smiled at me. I think I said the right thing for I saw them slide ther plates closer. And Auntie Kathy ackualy took a sip of coffey. I sat down again in my chair by mum and Mr. Pairs and Chakoty. I ate like I couldnt stop. This is good. Just think the next food you get will be real Earth food! I dont know about you but I am going to get a hotdog when I see daddy next. I have never seen one. Then ther was a announsment from the computer. All other helpers can come to the ship. Rescues are over. Authoris by Admeral Komack. Oh. I thougt. Now the ones who can tell us about Harry will be here soon. I smiled and pointed to the talk button flashing on Mr. Pairs datapadd. Mr. Pairs! Mr. Pairs! I just bet that is the ones who took Harry away to the starbase. Pleas answer them. But inside. I wanted to know what had happened to my friend. I wanted to know for me. Then I saw Chakoty call 7 to the readyroom. And I knew why. Data and Mr. Riker had never seen her before. She was a robot lady who had got away. I just bet Earth never saw that before. I couldnt wait for 7 to get here but I stayed in my seat and had my dinner. She would come when she could. I wondered how she felt about being near Earth. I saw from Boothby that this new guy Mr. Riker said that borg had come to Earth a while ago when he first came into this room. But I knew that wasnt so bad. Auntie Kathy beat the borg when we were lost because we had 7s nanorobots. We could just do the same thing if the borg came back. I was curios so I took my Datapadd and got all the libary stories about that time Riker told us of. The borg had found us again Not the time when Picard was made into that bad guy Lokutes. Another time and it was only one ship like before. And Data didnt tell them to go to sleep. It was another starship who beat them. But I didnt know its name to good. It was the Exselcior? Or Excaleeber or something like that. And it happened a year ago. The Grand Canyan was one big borg crater now. But no one had died and Earth was still safe. That borg ship did not get out a messege to the other borg ships when it blew up. But people were still looking around the canyan to see if any borg were wandering around there. And it was a big place. I remembr 7 showing me it in the star lab once. What if the robots who didnt blow up were down there? 7 could help find them before they could do things again. They didnt know that ther messege couldnt get out of the canyan. So I waitd to show 7 about this borg story Riker told us about. And my thery about how some might be lost in the grand canyan. She hadnt come yet but it was to soon to yet. I thanked Mr. Pairs for the datapadd peek and I handed it back to him so hed have the report he needed for Auntie Kathy about how everyone was rescud. ------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Naomi and Seven of Nine at a console. ************************************************************* From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Moment by moment~~ Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2001 21:23:55 -0000 There was absolutely no one in the messhall . ::Except these two goons who so graciously muscled me here.:: Quark took another mouthful of grubs and chewed loudly. The bartender tried grossing the guards out by sticking out his tongue to show writhing beetle larve. He chuckled when the youngest one looked away. Smacking loudly he delivered his coup de grace, "Don't let me detain you gentleman. By statute 7 A of the Starfleet civilian code, I can leave this ship anytime I want. Especially since the red alert rescue operation has stood down for good. I heard that computer announcement saying for secondary personnel to report on board Voyager. So that is my cue. I am not accused of a crime by this vessel's commanders, nor am I interred in medical isolation for a space going bug! I...am ..." the sated Ferengi tossed his empty bowl into Neelix's sink with a flourish, "free to go..." Quark knew he had them then. For the two security guards didn't stop him from leaving the messhall. Nor did they when he entered the transporter room to join an outgoing Enterprise party awaiting transference off Voyager. He told the transporter chief to send him to the public hub of the Starbase where all visitors and tourists milled about. Quark waved a jaunty air at his escorts as he dematerialized off Voyager. One of the guards tapped his combadge =^=Odegard to the bridge. Quark the Ferengi just left Voyager. Thought you should know sir. He figured out his rights halfway through lunch.=^= Tuvok answered the hail. "Did Quark leave with Voyager property of any kind?" =^=No sir.=^= "Then we must let him go about his business. Return to your posts gentleman. Tuvok out." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quark was at the nearest commlink unit less than one minute after he beamed on board the starbase. He didn't even look at the sight of Voyager looming in the spaceport windows behind him. "Listen Rom! If you know what's good for you. You will telefax me those credits to my hostel in one hour or your waiter days are over. Let's see. I could use another janitor in the bar... especially to send in to clean up after Morn has visited the biffy!" Bubbling pleading noises rose musically in Quark's ear at his brother's usual kow towing. "Fine. Give me the credits so I can get my sorry butt back to the bar and you're forgiven. S0, hop to Rom. I'm waiting.." Slam. Quark had the off button click just that so fast the whole unit's lights flickered. "Heh.. I think I'll make him suffer the chore of a trace to find out exactly where my phone call came from. It'll teach him to keep on his toes a little better for the future. If he's fast. He'll meet my deadline." He saw Counselor Troi and Keiko O'Brien in line to beam over to Voyager. He didn't stop by them. But he was a softie at heart. He saw the school teacher crying and knew the possible reason why. ::The chief's done a pop in appearance over there just like I did no doubt. Wouldn't hurt to end a lady's tears. Being cruel is for family members only.. :: Quark rubbed his hands in satisfaction and wandered over to the reception desk who kept track of all the beamings on Utopia Planetia. "Hey, mister. Do me a favor will you? Has a Miles O'Brien of Deep Space Nine showed up in your logs yet?" The man behind the desk checked and said, "No one by that name or ident sir. Are you looking for any others on board Voyager? We show an Ensign Kim being the only crew beamed offship to date, then you." Quark frowned. ::Only casualties were beamed before me. I wonder what hap-- Wait a minute. I don't think I want to know anything. It might rub off..:: "Thankyou..I'm not searching for anyone else." Quark wandered just near enough for Keiko to recognize him as coming from the lost ship. She knew right away that he could answer her immediate question. He shouted to them over the crowd barrier. "The chief's not there, Keiko. But, I'll snoop around Deep Space Nine when I get there to see if he's turned up at all. No doubt he'll be at my dartboard with Bashir by nightfall." Keiko's relief was only half there on her face when the crowd closed between them. Quark smiled jauntily and went to his hostel room assigned for Voyager survivors to wait until Rom's money fax came in. ::There's my good deed for the day. I just hope that ship's bad luck doesn't follow me back to my Dabo tables.:: He looked at Voyager's outline through the windows and shuddered. ::She's home but is home ready for her?:: Unconsciously, Quark gestured himself a charm to ward away off thoughts. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was cold. A warm, heated blanket was given to him. He cried out but was not soothed. The horrid gap was still there and he couldn't see. Harry Kim struggled and was held down. Voices chattered at him but they didn't make sense at all. ::I don't unders-- Go away!!:: Kim thought on a brink between wakefulness and the dark. The sharp cutting darkness was encroaching. Kim began to whisper in fear of it. They weren't words. He was swept away by an old memory. Mai-Ling showing him the path behind their house leading to the gardens on his home colony world. Six year old Kim bounded excitedly ahead and pointed to a gnarled old bonsai just his height on an island in the family lake. A lightning bolt shattered it and Harry's joy of discovery turned to one of horror. He whirled to his grandmother in slow motion and she, too, was struck by lightning. Her violated body fell as the tree did into the lake and boiled there. Harry screamed. Out on the outside, in the starbase sickbay, his nausea was making him cast out what was there in his stomach. The taste was brackish like the lake itself. One word he shouted was lucid, "Mai-Ling?! Mai-Ling?!" Harry was held but he didn't know it. His throat was cleared by suction and he was restrained on his side by medical personnel trying to help him. A face swam into his vision shortly before his eyes twisted into another nightmare. A face that had no hair and brown eyes. Talking. "Ensign Kim. Can you hear me? It's the doctor.. You are in the Starbase sickbay. Say something if you understand me at all.." Kim fought the strength holding his shoulders and his hands tore the silver blanket constricting around him. But speech was something Harry Kim had forgotten. Along with his identity and memories. All was swallowed by the darkness that had no name. His vision whirlpooled into the pit and he vomited again. Again his throat was cleared but his ears refused to work and he heard nothing after that. A sting at his throat took away his consciousness. "This is the only course open right now." the EMH "He's not even oriented to who he is." he said putting away his hypospray and arranging Harry's intravenous tubing around the diagnostic arch closing down on the young man's chest. Unanimously, the starbase physicians all agreed the move was the right one. They had been forced to sedate Harry Kim to protect him from his acute symptoms which were undeniably those of a complete mental and emotional breakdown. The EMH left the ward once Kim was stabilized physically. He had already conferred with the Starbase doctors about Kim's patient file so they could start getting a baseline pysch-profile on the young man to see how they could salvage his shattered mind. It did not look good. The holodoc's tenative initial diagnosis was only confirmed after he spoke with the ensign's distraught fiance. The holophysician beamed back to Voyager to take notes and be available to the command crew when the questions invariably came from Kim's shipmates. The EMH looked at his hands that had done miraculous things in the past. Humanized Seven of Nine. Brought Neelix back from the dead, saved crew time and time again from the edge of death. But this was not death of a kind he could fix so easily. There was nothing physical for the EMH to see or touch to know what the hurt WAS. This was something that didn't show up on medical scans. This injury was not quantifyably classified. The mind of living beings was a universe in itself. And the holodoctor was at a loss. "How do you suture together a man's soul?" He heard the computer announce that secondary support personnel were beginning to board Voyager. He put in a hail to the medical division requesting the counselor assigned to assess the Voyager crew's emotional health. He got a name. Counselor Deanna Troi. The EMH sent a query to the readyroom that he had returned and that he would be there in twenty minutes with a prelim on Harry Kim. ::That's after I show this Deanna Troi to Harry Kim and get her assessment on the ensign's status.:: He went to the transporter room to meet her to tell her about the one casualty Voyager's doctor could not readily cure. Only then would he break this news with the captain. -------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Morn at his bar on Deep Space Nine. Image : Harry and the EMH working on a photon torpedo embedded in a cliff. ********************************************************* From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A Briefing, for details. Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2001 23:56:01 +0100 >"Command has instructed that a debriefing take place aboard the >Enterprise and we're to hold station at McKinley for your repairs to take >place. Also I've been ordered to bring you up to speed as to the events >that have taken place. Since there is a time lag between Command's >reports to you and what has taken place. The Borg have attempted to >strike again at Earth." Janeway's eyes were wide, as she let her gaze scan over, the pale skinned Lieutenant Commander, whom she recognised as Data, from the Enterprise... then to her own Commander Chakotay. Deliberately, Kathryn hadn't considered what would happen 'when the dust settled' - she decided, once again, to maintain that. They'd missed Seven Years of the Federation, Two years of War, and countless incidents. And the Federation had missed Seven Years of their lives, deaths, marriages, births... and most importantly, development. "The Borg," Janeway managed, her voice was hard, "I see," she continued. "Seven of Nine, Neelix and Kes will be needed at the de-briefing," Janeway allowed herself a small smile. "There was allot we didn't fit into the data packets each month," It was true, during the transmissions - after space for personal messages, assorted Holograms, and various other information. There had been a tiny amount of space available to start updating Starfleet, as to their missions inside the Delta Quadrant, over Seven Years. It was quite a backlog. >Riker went on to describe some of the changes that took place around the >galaxy. "We're still exploring the galaxy Captain. That's one thing that >won't change. Admrial Paris is going to be present at the debriefing. Janeway listened, maintaining her position, "I'm glad to hear that," she answered, meaning it in response to both Statements. It was as if her faith had been justified, that every exploration they'd undertaken whilst away, had been worth it... That every ideal they'd upheld was justified. It would be good to see Admiral Paris again, it would be good to see everyone again. Captain Janeway felt a stab of guilt, at not contacting her mother or sister yet. Starfleet would no doubt have informed them..... :: And Mark :: she remembered. That was one call she did not want to make soon... Going back to the task at hand, Janeway was more at ease. They knew she was safe... she'd see them soon. Janeway watched Chakotay's exchange with Riker, and Data, with interest. Although she kept quiet, and her expression neutral. The Maquis were a thing of the past... :: Chakotay, Torres... I don't see Maquis, I see crew, apart of the family :: >Chakotay didn't miss a look he was getting from Data. >He paused for long moments, "I know what you must be >thinking. Last time I passed this way I was a renegade. >A fugitive from the law. A member of the band called Maquis. >Well, I and those who used to be Maquis are Maquis no longer. >We..." he hung his head , "...got the report that the Maquis >cluster headquarters was destroyed along with all of the >Maquis insurgents. Tuvok can attest to our acceptance of >Starfleet ideals. He was undercover for you on the Liberty. >You just met him on the bridge. If you can't take his word >on the matter of how trustworthy the old Maquis crew was and >is for Voyager.. just ask her captain....!" Janeway interpreted Chakotay's reaction - he was obviously dealing with this, in a different matter to his usual one. :: I've only seen him talking to friends, or in diplomatic mode:: she noted. Chakotay still had the passion... he hadn't needed to be on his guard for some time. She knew him. she trusted him more than anyone else. But they didn't, Starfleet...didn't. It was the beginning of a long road. Every choice, and order she'd made... would be checked. Handing the logs, records and data to Commander Data. Kathryn moved to sit with Chakotay. Many times, over the years, had she noted the honourable, heroic and praise, for the Maquis. And praise for her First Officer. If Starfleet could see that she had made the judgement... She was still a respected Starfleet Captain, she'd made a call, to trust the Maquis, to treat them as family, as crew. At that moment, B'Elanna entered. Kathryn watched the display, before seeing her Chief Engineer leave. Kathryn offered a glance to Chakotay and Riker - making it clear that they should let her go. Janeway, stood up, and lead the way across the room to the Bridge , "We have a de-briefing, I believe," she said, nodding to Tuvok. "Assemble the Senior Staff," she said, pausing, "And our assorted, Passengers, In the Mess Hall," "Deck Two," she announced, as the Turbolift doors closed. ------------------------------------ "Approximately One Hour ago," Janeway said, to those gathered, "The Federation Starship Voyager was recorded entering the Sol system," there was a great deal of emotion that could have been conveyed in her voice. Instead, Janeway kept her voice plain, emphasising the relevant parts. "We're home," she had been pacing up and down the centre of the mess hall. Pausing, Janeway looked at the assembled, "I know that a great deal of those aboard, cannot remember our passage back here.. or the place we came from," "It was called the Nexus, this vessel, Deep Space Nine, the Enterprise were merged together for some time, along with several other vessels," Janeway was careful not to aim for too much detail yet, "Some of the officers from these vessels, and other civilians, who were aboard, were aboard the common ship when it left the Nexus, and re-formed into Voyager," "There is an added complication," Kathryn continued, "Most of you here, will have heard about the Nexus - as it passes through, over and across vessels, it leaves a shadow of the people, inside it," "There is no doubt," Janeway considered, "That we are real people - we should know, in a few hours, if duplicates of us exist," she remarked, on the hurried subspace messages sent out across the federation. "Right now, we have a starship, lost for Seven Years, home at last," she looked around, "There are allot of details to sort out, but I think we're overdue for a celebration," Janeway looked around, "Details first," ************************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Mon Capitan, Mon Capitan.... Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2001 09:45:01 -0000 Janeway was about to add more when a brilliant flash froze all in the room and she was abruptly clothed in an apricot nightgown. "My dear Kathy... Bravo..bravo.. I do believe you are getting used to the idea of ranting and raving to the masses.. It puts my heart to shame.." Q gushed. He swept her up into a close hug that made the color rise in her face. "Now, for the real reason I am here.. A bedtime story mon capitan. For one who is just seven infinitessimal years out of style for her own blue and white tiny world." He traded the coffee mug raised in toast in her hand for champagne. He noticed her fighting his French dipping hug and he said, "Don't worry. I've froze them all in place and besides, Only you and me are here right now. The rest haven't had time to arrive to the messhall just yet." Q whirled Janeway into a chair and began with a huge breath in dramatic style. He fingersnapped in a musician playing a violin with a very heartwrenching air.. as background. "Let me tell you the tale of what is to become my dear human captain. Forget the Nexus, no one but you and Barclay remember that gas so forget it. There are no shadow selves to rescue. Lore and the others have sent it far from the Earth system with his precious dead Seska and dead Jadzia where it won't bother us anymore." ::The important thing is to have a play. The play is the thing..!:: The deluded omnipotent being shrugged. He pranced around the room, tugging at his captain's uniform admiring the reception spread being arranged by Janeway's order. "OOooo nice spread.. Is this your attempt at winning over Riker and his tin plated sidekick to rule in your favor in their investigation.. Well I can tell you right now that it won't work.. Data, simply has no nose for flavors except revolting ones with his sparkling new emotion chip and Trombone over there has too much integrity.. " Q scoffed at the sight of Riker frozen in time with his trombone. "I suppose it's Picard rubbed off on him." He swept a frozen crewman at a table setting up flowers out of his way after styling her hair into a fashion he seemed more appropriate before he went on. "No, my dear Kathy. This all isn't what you want for your ship anymore. This is all about what you want for yourself..." He pointed to Riker still in the readyroom that Q had somehow co-joined to Deck Two's messhall. "Straightlace Alaskan boy has dangled a carrot or two in front of you. There is that Borg incident that took place in the Grand Canyon a year ago. Little Naomi Wildman's onto something there. That might be a choice for you to go. Or...you can trapse on back to your quaint Indiana farm to see your sister Phoebe and dear ol Mark and reeeaallly get a hug or two.." He jabbed her arm in innuendo.. He pointed toward the glass of champagne that he had materialized in Janeway's hand. There was a reflection of a writhing, insane Harry Kim on a medical bed in its bubbling depths. "And what of poor little Harry. He's all "Cracked up." to being home, Kathy. You could deal with that too.. " Q enjoyed examining everyone and everything in the room in their Q enforced frozen splendor while he cased the room. "Oh, don't worry about me.. I'm strictly here on a mission of my own." He caught Janeway's expression, "And don't look at me that way. I didn't send me here. No.. It was my stodgy friends in the continuum. It seems they ....want to learn how Voyager's crew react to getting home again.. So far.. it's been real entertainment.. " He pointed to Harry's tortured visage in the goblet. Q created a giant chronometer in the air.. "Oooo look at the time.. I must dash and make my next Rounds. Tah for now...." "Oh,... and another reason why I am here.. SEE SOUND BITE... Q disappeared but not before unfreezing the others in the messhall party room. Janeway was shocked to find he neglected to return her to her uniform first.. --------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Audio : Q- Now I guess we get to find out whether or not the pants.....really fit.. Image : Q dipping a nightgowned Janeway into a hug. Image : Riker, puffing away at his trombone. ****************************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The Waiting Game Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2001 19:10:35 +0100 Nicholas Locarno sits back in his chair. Only another thirty minutes till his ship reaches Vulcan, then he can get rid of this damned cargo. He didn't expect to become a gunrunner when Jevin asked him to deliver 'a little something' to the motherland. Truth is he's nervous. Twice he's considered turning around and to hell with it. But a deal's a deal. If he fails to deliver, Jevin will never trust him again. Nicholas makes a minor course correction, then decides to catch up on the day's news. Tapping a few buttons to receive from the nearest beacon, he's surprised to see FedNet a hive of activity. *Starfleet's excited about something*, he muses, then pauses as the major story of the day passes over the screen. "Son of a gun" he murmers. Of course he'd known that Voyager was still out there - his father has contacts on the Pathfinder committee. But it's still unexpected. He resolves to leave for Earth after the drop-off has been made. _____________________________________________________________ "You were late" Jevin's contact at the starport says with all the emotion of a regular Vulcan. Nicholas looks at his chronometer. "By two minutes? Be thankful you got them at all. If you see Jevin before I do, tell him I'm not going to play along with his counter-revolutionary games, favour or no favour." The contact looks at him impassively. "I will inform him." His tone carries a sneering quality to it however. He goes through the motions of inspecting the cargo, then flags it as ok, the merest hint of a smile on his features. "You can go." *Thank god* Nicholas thinks. He turns and boards his ship again, waiting for clearance for take-off. A short time later, he fires thrusters and takes the ship back into space. Adjusting the controls, he sets a course straight for Jupiter. _____________________________________________________________ "Captain Locarno of the SS Firestar, requesting permission to land" he transmits to control. "You'll have to hold, Captain. There's an high influx of visitors to the spacedock today, I'm sure you've heard why." "Voyager, yeah. I've got a relative on board." "As has everyone else. You'll still have to wait, Captain." Nicholas sighs impatiently. "Well cousin, it looks like we're gonna have to wait just a little while longer" he says to himself. Control weren't kidding when they said there was a delay, but eventually the Firestar is cleared to fly into Utopia Planetia. After putting his thumbprint on the required forms, he walks into the arrivals/departures lounge. Out of the massive transparent aluminum windows he sees the sleek form of the Voyager, clamped in position. He's always had a thing for the intrepid design. If things had of worked out better he might have been flying one himself. Shaking past bitterness out of mind, he goes over to the bar. "Don't suppose you serve Romulan Ale by any chance?" he asks. The barman shakes his head. "No, thought not. One synthehol then." *Better than nothing I suppose.* He takes his leather jacket off and drapes it around the back of his seat - it's warm enough in here - then looks around to see if there's anyone he recognises. **************************************************************************** From: Jenni-Lynn McNeill Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Speaking with Boothby, then going to the meeting./Looks like I'm not the only one who want's to see family. Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2001 08:24:09 -0700 (PDT) Seven was working compiling the report, and was nearly finished when the Boothby program popped up on a console in Astrometrics. "Hello, Seven. You look rather busy, why don't you take a moment to rest?" Boothby said. "Resting is irrelevent, compling all avaliable data into a report for Captain Janeway takes preciedence." Seven explained. "Seven, if you don't mind me asking, when was the last time that you regenerated? Or even stopped by a replicator or the Mess Hall for something to eat?" Boothby inquired. "I can go for weeks without regneration, and I do not require the ingestion of foodstuffs at the present time." Seven replied, then tried her best to smile. "However I am...grateful that you are so concerined for me." She then turned back to the console she had been working on and started to download the finished report to a PADD. She heard the chrriup of her comn badge, and reached up to tap it. =/\= Chakotay to Seven, come to the ready room. =/\= =/\= Acknolowdged. On my way, Commander. =/\= She replied as she picked up the report and left Astrometrics for the nearest lift. -------------------------------------------------------- Sam couldn't help by smile at her daughter as she rushed around and passed out sandwitches and coffee. "Naomi, I'm proud of you. It took a lot of courage for you to give Commander Data your diary. I just hope that we'll get all the loose ends tied up so I can show you what Earth's really like. And get your father to finally be able to meet you in person." She said as she sipped her coffee and reached over to wipe a bit of the sandwich filling off Naomi's chin. She glanced up as the doors opned and Seven marched in stiffly. She really didn't know what angle the Commander was going for by calling Seven in right after the latest Borg invasion attempt on Earth had been mentioned by Riker. But she hoped that it worked out smoothly. But things on this ship rarely came off without a hitch. Seven walked up to Janeway and Chakotay and stood behind them. "I have compiled a pelerminary report based on what data that I was able to find in the ships's computer core and sensor logs." Seven said as she passed the PADD over, then glanced curiously at Data and Riker. ------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Seven and Naomi Wildman playing Kazkat. Image : Seven of Nine in silver in foggy hallway. ********************************************************************** From: sowards21@juno.com Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Q's Suprise Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 19:06:06 -0000 Riker was first talking with Captain Janeway breifing her and her senior staff about the devlopments that will take place according to Starfleet Command's instructions and next thing he knew he had his trombone in his hands "Commander?" Data inquired. Will realized he had his 'bone in his hands. "Yes Data?" "Apperantly you have your trombone sir." "So I do Data, check for chronometric particles or something simlar." He ordered "Why do you wish to do that Commander?" Inquired Tuvok, the Vulcan Chief of Security. "We've had run-ins with a freind of ours. Mister Data, check and see if he has ever visited VOYAGER." Then noticing the mess hall. "This could be his doing." It most likely was and if Jean-Luc was present he could have been eating a warp plasma condiut. Riker then noticed Janeway's change of attire. Without a doubt Q had just been there and knowing Q has he did the celesital if one could call it that was not finished. "Commander, Counsleor Troi has arrived onboard." Data informed his freind. "Thank you Data. Riker to Troi." Will was wondering how he was going to explain this. *************************************************************** From: "robert catrair" Save Address - Block Sender robert catrair is Offline. Reply-To: voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com To: voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com Save Address Subject: [voyagerliveaction] back to back Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2001 00:41:21 -0000 Reply Reply All Forward Delete Previous Next Close As everything is going on,Worf was trying to stay out of the way. As he was standing on the far side of the command deck, he saw commander Ricker,and lt.commander date walk by. As that happen he also heard the medical rescue ( E.M.T.s ok patti)personal run around to wake the crew of this fallen ship. Then he started to help,While looking at Tuvok, with a look Worf went to the security console and started to secure all areas with no wounded or personal needing medical help. As he was doing this :: what have happen? what can I do to help?:: As he was working he notes Kes and Neelix,Worrying about him. "don't worry i won't hurt you or harm anyone on this ship" he told them help where you can,Commander Tuvok All systems are secure and all areas with no wounded are secure. ________________________________________________________________________ As the time pasted and personal of the starship Voyager,was waking up he seen the individual known as Quark walk on the bridge. "this should be good" Worf thought with a chuckle. as Quark was escorted off the command deck, Work wanted to know what this Individual was up too. As the events was going on Worf started to walk the bridge,when all of the sudden,the warring of an anomaly was coming in, with no or little warning. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Graphic grid of Voyager's systems in blue on black. ******************************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Angel of Mercy... Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 00:00:50 +0400 >The EMH sent a query to the readyroom that he had returned and that he >would be there in twenty minutes with a prelim on Harry Kim. >::That's after I show this Deanna Troi to Harry Kim and get her assessment >on the ensign's status.:: >He went to the transporter room to meet her to tell her about >the one casualty Voyager's doctor could not readily cure. The EMH was impatient and he let the transporter room operator know about it. "What do you mean Deanna Troi's in a line WAITING to board Voyager?! I have a medical priority on my hands. Beam her aboard at once. And NO you may not ask the captain first." The young ensign at the controls of Transporter room two looked uncomfortable as he checked his scans for a Betazed/Human mix from the jumble of officers in the port gate waiting area near Voyager's mooring. The EMH started to tap his foot. He added another barb to the man already sweating. "Don't bother thinking you're through once you've beamed her aboard. You're gonna redirect us BACK to Utopia's medical ward by bed number two as soon as I get onto the transporter pad with her." The transporter operator's fingers danced a little faster over his board. ::Mother.. save me from this holonightmare..:: He swept curly hair out of his eyes and smile faintly at his source of torment. The EMH didn't blink, the foot tapping grew louder. ------------------------------------------------------------ Deanna Troi looked at Keiko O'Brien. "It's time. Uh, Keiko, don't you think you ought to shake off the synthehol now? We're ten from the front for beaming now." Keiko burped. "Huh? Oh, yeah." She gave a little shudder and the fuzziness left her eyes. "Thanks for indulging me with that drink. I don't think I'd normally imbibe. Was that Quark I saw zipping by earlier?" Troi took one of Keiko's hands to steady her, emotionally. "Yes. He said that he didn't see Miles on Voyager at all but that he'd recheck his bar for him when he got back. I wouldn't worry about your husband, Keiko. If Quark arrived safely, it would stand to reason that so did Miles. So why don't you relax and take in the sights. This is a prime chance to be at a historic event. The USS Voyager's home. And you get to see what happens first hand.." she smiled. "I guess you are right. " Keiko said, fully sober. "I might be able to offer some help to you while you're going about your assignment. I could be your secretary as cover while I try to get details on the whereabouts of my husband." "There you go." Troi nodded encouragingly. "If you're as fast at organizing sober as you were arranging my datafiles on Voyager's crew drunk, I'd hire you full time.." The two woman laughed, watching as another set of people beamed on board Voyager. Troi was relieved. The ship's red alert had been downgraded quickly, meaning that the injuries for the medical teams had been light. It had been only an hour since the Enterprise away teams swept on board her to aid them. Then Troi saw someone she knew at the bar near the line. "Excuse me...." she called out. A young blond man in leather turned at her. "Mr. Locarno. Do you remember me? I was with Wesley Crusher on the starbase during his competency hearing about the starfleet cadet shuttle incident. " The man didn't visibly react, taking a long swallow of his drink. Troi wasn't reading much off of him. ::Oh boy. Maybe I've stepped on some toes. This is Nicholas Locarno, that fleet cadet Squadron "captain" at the hearing. :: She kept her face neutral. "I...am reporting on board Voyager if you'd like catch up on news with anyone from the Enterprise. I've a surprise for you about Wesley. He's become quite the traveler now days." Nick downed his drink and gave a short nod. Troi wasn't sure if that was an accepting gesture or otherwise. She waved cordially, "Nice to see you again, Mr. Locarno. I don't see familiar faces that often anymore. Look me up." And she turned away. She had just gotten to Keiko's side when she felt the tug of a transporter yank at her. "Ah..! Keiko! Take my bags!" Her last sight was Keiko overbalancing backwards with the sudden load tossed at her.. "Sorrrryyyyyy!!" Then Troi was gone. ------------------------------------------------------------ ::I wonder what's up? A site to site transport without warning is highly unusual.:: Deanna must have said some of that aloud for a balding man in medical blue answered her just as she hit full solidity. "Not when there's a medical priority concerning the EMH. Me. Hello Counselor.." he gestured at her. "Don't get off the pad. We're leaving again. Ensign..." he gestured at the transporter controller across the room. Troi frowned, the young man was awash with heated emotions then she smiled slightly and winked at him in sympathy. ::Huh, typical emotional backwash I've seen with people to whom an EMH Type I has just rubbed the wrong way.. I understand everything now.:: She became all business as the holodoc stepped onto the transporter pad roundel next to her. "I thought EMH type I's were restricted to places where holographic emitters were prevalent, sickbay, the holodeck..." "I'm a special case, counselor.. Gifted with twenty fifth century technology." She saw him point to a small silver device on his arm. "This allows me to go where I need to go in a pinch. It houses my whole holoprogram subrountine. Right now, I've a patient that needs us immediately. I'll tell you more once we get there." Deanna felt her face freeze as the transporters took hold of them. ------------------------------------------------------- Troi recognized Utopia Planetia's sickbay ward when the world returned around her. She was next to a bed with a young Asian Human lying on it heavily sedated and restrained. She remembered her crew padd lists. "This is Voyager's Ops Officer. Harry Kim." The EMH looked up at her from his scrutiny of the monitors over his head. "That's right. The only thing is we don't know what has happened to him. He was perfectly fine two hours ago. Our bridge officer on duty, Tuvok, got a message from Libby, the ensign's estranged girlfriend on Earth of the emergency. When the Enterprise crew found him, he was completely catatonic, and dysfunctional, he had taken off all his clothes and wasn't oriented at all to where or who he was. I wanted your opinion to get a baseline assessment on the Ensign before I determine how to treat him. If this is an acute nervous breakdown and not just a shock of some kind, it would be very valuable to know which it is.." "I'll do what I can, doctor." Troi said, "Is it all right if you wake him? I can't get any emotional impressions while he's sedated." The EMH moved to a tray and returned with a hypo spray. Troi added, "I'll only need a minute or so to get a feel for his emotional state. Did this Libby mention what they were talking about when the ensign became ill?" The EMH shook his head. "No one had time. Apparently, the girl disconnected as soon as the rescue teams came into the cabin." "I'd like to speak with her if you can have someone track her down. If Ensign Kim is unable to articulate she might be able to shed some light for us." The EMH frowned ruefully, "That had also occurred to me. But, " he waved a hand over the ensign's restraints, "My hands were full at the time. Here goes." Troi took a deep breathe and prepared herself for an onslaught. She hooked a hip onto the bed and took one of Harry's hands as the shot took effect. A wave of chaos jolted into her mind. Loss. Anger. Despair. Terror. She gasped. The EMH spoke, "Are you all right , counselor?" "I'm ...fine. He's awake now." Deanna fought to sort out the emotions to find where they were seated and why they were there. "He's feeling alone. That's odd. And there's an overwhelming feeling of ...loss. This is being covered by a numbness in his own mind. It's rejection of something he's learned. Doctor, this is tramatic breakdown, I'm sure of it. He's all the classic signs. One of my old patients, Ebron exhibited these signs once." "What happened to him?" the EMH asked. "He abandoned humanity in the belly of a lifeform ship called Tinman. We couldn't save him." The EMH sighed, "Thank you counselor, for your insights. It's difficult for me to assess emotional trauma in some cases." Troi watched Harry fight his bonds, his eyes focusing on nothing and no one. She went near his face, taking it into her hands. "Harry Kim. I'm counselor Deanna Troi of the Enterprise. We know you are hurting, Harry. We are here with you. You are not alone." Harry began to breathe faster and tears leaked out of his eyes. ::That's good.:: Troi realized, ::He can understand me.:: "We are going to talk to Libby and she will tell us what happened to you. Just try to relax, ensign. Someone will be with you constantly.. I promise.." The EMH spoke, "That's all I'm going to risk for a while. His vitals are sinking again." The holodoc returned Harry to unconsciousness. "I've given him Lexon. He'll be able to awaken on his own only if he chooses. It'll be a buffer from the outside world while he begins to work through whatever got him this way." Deanna waited for Harry's face to relax into sleep. "I need to get some of the ensign's personal facts. His family records, that sort of thing. I only have the logs from Voyager so far." "You'll get them." the EMH said. He snapped out orders to the surrounding nurses and doctors outlining treatment for acute psychotic breakdown. "Now that we know what his problem is, we can treat him properly." He chuckled, "I sure could have used you a lot during Voyager's seven year journey.." "Oh?" "Imagine a six month journey through an absolute void in space, several weeks of those in an absolute power outage. Mr. Neelix was absolutely terrified... Talaxians are notorious lovers of sun and small spaces.." "Talaxians?" Troi smiled politely.. "Well... I'll tell you along the way.. We should be getting back to Voyager. There's a briefing in the messhall and an interesting being has just showed up who's not the most popular ship guest. He's just twisted the captain's ready room into the messhall." Troi's face fell. "Oh, don't tell me.. Q.." The EMH was surprised, "Yes... How did you know?" "He's been tormenting my captain for years. Come on, we'd better hurry.." Troi said, leaving sickbay. The EMH guided her along the way to a transporter room to return to Voyager. "Why should we hurry?" the holodoc asked. "Your captain just may become like Harry here if we leave her with him for too long.." she joked. "Q has the tendency to really get under people's skins..." ::Besides. My imzadi has absolutely no coping tolerance with Q ever since Q gave him Q powers and embarrassed him in front of the whole Enterprise bridge crew.:: Troi and the EMH beamed directly to the Q inspired messhall/ readyroom and into a real scene. ::Oh, Boy...:: Troi thought. ::Looks like I've just missed round one.:: She saw Captain Janeway at a replicator, calling up for a robe to cover her nightgown personage with a very controlled half amusement half anger. ::She doesn't need the uniform to look every inch a captain.:: Troi admired. ::I think she's fended off Q before.:: Deanna Troi stepped forward, "Hello Captain Janeway. I'm Counselor Deanna Troi, Commander. Formerly from the USS. Enterprise. I've news about your fallen officer, Harry Kim. When you're finished here,.." she gestured to the briefing room and those gathered here... "I'll tell you more. He's stable for now." Janeway nodded her thanks and took the uniform Commander Chakotay handed her. She retreated to the kitchen to change. Troi saw Will Riker and Data and she went to their sides. She didn't even see the EMH leave to go back to sickbay to finish his duties there. "Will..." she didn't hide her affection for her friend . #Imzadi.. How are you holding up here?# She gave him a hug and gave one to Data too, which made him smile like a child in curiosity.." I see that emotion chip's just perfect for you Data.. I do believe you are blushing.." Data "blushed" even more.. Will took a chair by Deanna and Data by Will as they waited for Janeway to return to resume the briefing/slash interrupted celebrations. It wasn't long before the Voyager Captain took her place back by the banquet tables and datapadds in her usual command garb. Everyone faced her expectantly. Then a thought occured to her as she counted the heads of Voyager's command crew present in the room. "Wait a minute," she said out loud. "If Tuvok is here..who's on the bridge in command?" A screen popped on near her and a jaunty Q waved at her from the captain's chair. He gestured impromptuously with an I'll-be-right-here move. In a huff, Troi flicked off the screen and buried her face in her hands. ::I have a feeling this isn't going to be your usual lost ship recategorize crew assignment..:: Privately, her own memories were shoring up themselves after her close contact with the ensign's pain. She began to feel her own losses SHE'D suffered over the years. One came into the foreground.. ::Oh, Tasha... I remember what you tried to do for me.:: Deanna Troi suppressed her own relived nightmare of the moment she felt her friend die. On the bridge, Q was thoughtful. His boredom left abruptly. ::Ahhh.. now this is interesting..:: ---------------------------------------------------------- Then the anomaly Worf saw abruptly arriving came... Troi was furious.. #Q!!! Are you responsible for this...?!# The whole of the Starbase, ships and shuttles shook. The banquet tables overturned spilling their contents onto the carpetting. People barely regained their footing. Both ship and stations sounded red alert. Then Troi comm'd Worf, who's emotions she could track anywhere. =^=Worf, it's me.. What did you see on sensors? You and Q are the only ones on the bridge right now so far. I am just trying to save Janeway some steps.. Respond..=^= ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Troi looking worried with Riker in the background. Image : Harry and B'Elanna in a memory Gif : An anomaly looming over Utopia Planetia ******************************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Date: Sat Apr 14, 2001 4:18pm Subject: Good Samaritan > Then Troi saw someone she knew at the bar near the line. > "Excuse me...." she called out. > > A young blond man in leather turned at her. "Mr. Locarno. Do you > remember me? I was with Wesley Crusher on the starbase > during his competency hearing about the starfleet cadet shuttle > incident. " Nicholas doesn't recall her, but then he'd spent most of those first couple of years trying to push that whole experience from his mind. A promising career shot down in flames, all because that Crusher kid couldn't keep quiet. The flash of irritation is supressed before it can register on his face. Instead he takes another drink of his synthehol. > Troi wasn't reading much off of him. ::Oh boy. Maybe I've stepped > on some toes. This is Nicholas Locarno, that fleet cadet Squadron > "captain" at the hearing. :: > > She kept her face neutral. "I...am reporting on board Voyager if > you'd like catch up on news with anyone from the Enterprise. I've > a surprise for you about Wesley. He's become quite the traveler > now days." God d@mnit, he doesn't want to hear about Crusher. The fate of Picard's protege is a matter of supreme indifference to him. He gives Troi a polite enough nod though. "Actually it was news from Voyager I was interested in hearing, but thanks for the thought." > She waved cordially, "Nice to see you again, Mr. Locarno. I don't > see familiar faces that often anymore. Look me up." *Yeah, right!* But he doesn't voice the thought. "Maybe I will" he says, non-commitingly > And she turned away. She had just gotten to Keiko's side when > she felt the tug of a transporter yank at her. "Ah..! Keiko! Take my > bags!" Her last sight was Keiko overbalancing backwards with > the sudden load tossed at her.. "Sorrrryyyyyy!!" > Then Troi was gone. Nicholas turns round again, just to see the last vestiges of the transporter beam-out fade. *Now what the hell was that all about?* He jumps down from his seat and jogs over to Keiko. "Allow me" he says graciously, taking some of the bags from her and placing them down, allowing her to steady herself. He looks at the oriental woman. "It's quite a spectacle isn't it" he says cordially to her. "Everyone's going to remember where they were the moment they heard the legendary Voyager was home again. Are you waiting to hear of family on board?" ******************************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] We are the Borg Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 16:43:48 +0100 > The whole of the Starbase, ships and shuttles shook. The banquet > tables overturned spilling their contents onto the carpetting. People > barely regained their footing. Nicholas instinctively puts a hand out to steady Keiko as spacedock shudders. He wonders if this has anything to do with the sudden disappearance of the Enterprise Counsellor. > Both ship and stations sounded red alert. Nick runs over to the nearest security officer, who has one finger stuck in his ear, trying to listen to a comm signal amidst the sudden noise of civilian panic. "What's going on?" Nick questions. "Please sir, go back to the lounge, everything's in hand." Then the station is rocked again, more violently this time. "Like hell it is." It feels like an attack, but who would be stupid enough to try that in the heart of Federation territory? *Ok, the Breen did a pretty good job on us during the war, but still...* "There's no need for panic" the security man says, like he was taught. "We're taking care of the problem?" A third shudder. "Forget it" he tells the junior officer. The guy's about as useful as a spent phaser. As he walks away, Nick tries to think who he knows here on the station... then smiles. Finding an empty console, he quickly patches communications. "C'mon Alice, talk to me" he mutters. A few seconds later, the face of Lt Alice Neilson appears on screen. "Nick?" she says in surprise, recognising her old friend. "Bad time to make a call, we just went to red alert." "No kidding. The station feels like it's trying to shake itself apart. What can you tell me, Alice? The jobsworths down here aren't saying anything." "A spatial anomaly just opened less than a thousand metres portside. It's playing havoc with our structural integrity. I don't know........ Oh my god!" Nick furrows his brow. "Alice, what is it?" Shouting is heard in the background. "It's them..... call the Admiral........ evacuate." "Nick, get yourself out of here. Right now!" "What is it?" he repeats, concerned at the look of fear of Alice's face. "Go!" she pleads. Then visuals cut out. But Nick heard one word before the screen went black... a word that chills him to the bone... Borg! __________________________________________________________ Out in space, a familiar cube shaped vessel has emerged from the anomaly, followed by a ship even more enormous and of a configuration Starfleet has never seen before. A Borg Pyramid. __________________________________________________________ If the occupants of the lounge weren't panicked before, they certainly are now. Many people start crowding the departure gates to get back to their ships. Nick is way ahead of them. As it is, control has already authorised evacuation so the security officers don't stop anyone, but try to form orderly lines to avoid a log-jam. Dropping into his command seat like a bomb, Nick starts take-off procedure. "SS Firestar to control" he pipes through the comms. "I'm going whether I have clearance or not, so you'd better open those damn doors." Thrusters engage and Nick starts to pilot the ship out of dock, the spacedoors already opening in preparation. The Firestar is one of the first ships to leave. It's then that Nick sees the ominous shapes, almost blotting out Io. As ships start flying outside, desperately trying to escape Utopia Planetia, the Borg start firing. The more experienced pilots start weaving in and out of the lancing beams, but the civilian transports are sitting ducks. *Where the hell's the Enterprise?* he seeths. It should have been released from its clamps to help defend the station by now. As explosions erupt on one of the passenger ships, Nick can't stand by and watch it happen. Turning around, the Firestar propels large disruptor bolts into the vicinity of the cube's weapons The plan works and for the moment, the cube suspends it's assault on the transport Nick is trying to draw away fire from. The bolts are all but useless of course, but it's giving them a new target to worry about. *Who am I kidding? I must be like a fly to them* he thinks, as he steers the Firestar between two green energy beams. But then flies can get annoying if they buzz around you long enough. "C'mon you ugly metal morons, try an' swat me if y' can." Meanwhile, the Pyramid just hangs there, impassively, as if surveying the scene... __________________________________________________________ The Nebula class USS Hyperion is just re-entering the solar system, when its captain, Commodore Stephen Locarno, starts hearing the garbled reports from on and above Io. Starfleet hadn't been expecting another attack so soon. He turns to his helsman. "Lt Parker, set a course of Io, full impulse." "Aye, sir." __________________________________________________________ (attachment) Image : A Delta Flier attacking a Borg Vessel with a new design, a pyramid ship. *********************************************************** From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Never Straight Forward Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 21:27:16 +0100 Kathryn tapped the spoon, against the side of the china cup she held in her hand. The Coffee set, had been out, non-stop for several years. When Voyager had been in the delta quadrant. Janeway had been on the couch, against the viewport, coffee in her hand. The Aroma was strong, and the taste robust. But it was replicated... The Water, the Coffee itself, all replicated. Janeway, was of the opinon that it tasted better, when she only replicated the ingredients. And poured the water in herself. As soon as they'd arrived at Utopia Planitia, the chance had come to get some home coffee aboard. They'd been 'home' for hours, and Janeway had spent all of that time aboard Voyager, on duty, fuly alert, and as Captain. Maybe that was why, she was focussing so wholly, on her Coffee. A Break from the chaotic circumstances. Maybe that was why she'd refused the offer of 'home' coffee. Voyager had been, and would be home for her. She wasn't home yet...she was still on-duty. The Briefing had entered it's middle stage. Everyone was working on separate parts, as they stood around the room in small groups. Janeway smiled at Naomi Wildman, as she stood with her mother. After handing the files to Commander Data. Janeway had been on her own, within the crowd since the news about Harry had come through. All the troubles her crew were facing, proved her theory, that the longer they were away, the harder it would be to truly return. Finally, the Captain stood up and headed for her desk. Kathryn froze, when she saw the message waiting indicator ... and a picture of Mark on the screen of the desktop terminal. Years ago, Janeway had packed away the holo's, pictures and mementoes of Mark, they had only served to keep the wound of separation open. She had stored all of the pictures in her personal database, locking them away, after she found out about his engagement. Her fiancée had given her up for dead. And she didn't blame him. The Captain's voice was terse. "Computer, Identify Sender of Message," she asked. The Tone had distracted some of the assembled, who looked at her. "Mark Johnson," the Computer started. "Acknowledged," she said. Now wasn't the time to deal with personal phonecalls, and that was one phonecall she really didn't want to deal with. Sitting down, the Captain slammed her fist down onto the console's deactivate control. The room was in silence. Standing Up, Janeway returned to her 'Captain's Mode'. "We've been cooped up here for some time," Janeway glanced at Chakotay, then at Paris, "We have a de-briefing to get to, and ... At that moment, Q turned up. Janeway mentally frowned. She listened to Q's thoughts, without commenting, not wishing to spur him on. When he finally left, Janeway did a double take when she found herself....out of uniform. Rushing out, she activated the Replicator... In way of explanation, Janeway said just one letter... although her voice carried alot of emotion, "Q," >Deanna Troi stepped forward, "Hello Captain Janeway. I'm Counselor >Deanna Troi, Commander. Formerly from the USS. Enterprise. I've news about >your fallen officer, Harry Kim. When you're finished here,.." she >gestured to the briefing room and those gathered here... "I'll tell you >more. He's stable for now." Janeway felt a great deal of relief, but nodded curtly, taking a uniform from Chakotay and heading to change. She did, and returned quickly, she'd changed in a time that would have made her proud in her Academy days.. She'd just gotten over her eaction to Q's prank before...and it did not fill her with happiness, to regard him in the Command Chair, HER Chair. Janeway felt her ship shake, a practiced commander, she knew it was most likely gravitational waves...interfering with Ship inertial dampers, artificial Gravity. When Voyager jumped to Red Alert, Janeway had to stop herself leaping out of the door... Tapping her comm-badge, Janeway spoke Quickly, =/\= Captain Janeway to the Bridge, Report =/\= She added Captain, knowing that her crew were not the only ones on the bridge. What she heard, was not encouraging... Hearing Commander Troi mention Worf and Q being the only ones on her bridge... That was it. "Counsellor, Commanders," she gestured, encompassing Chakotay, Data, Tuvok and Riker. Janeway left the invitation to any one else who thought they could be useful. Tapping her comm again, =/\= Seven, Report to the Bridge =/\= As Troi continued her conversation, the officers headed for turbolifts, in two groups. The Turbolift ride seemed to take forever, but as Captain Janeway threw herself onto her bridge, she went instantly into action. The Ship had continued to shake, they were still moored to the Starbase. Chakotay assumed his station, Janeway nodded to Commander Worf. "Q, Your in my seat," she looked at the intergalactic jester, pointedly. -------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Mark on a computer padd. Image : Janeway hugging Molly her holodog, irish setter. Image : Janeway looking upset for Harry's fate. ***************************************************************** From: "Samantha ." Subject: [voyagerliveaction] They try to put us under, but here we stand together and we're millions strong Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 22:53:17 -0000 Admiral Paris re-materialized on the transporter pad only to be met by a violent shudder. He was uncerimoniously thrown to the ground in the process. Flustered, he quickly got to his feet and immediatly left the room. The ship shuddered under his feet again as he made his way to a near by turbolift. Quickly stepping in, Owen braced himself against another jolt. "Bridge!" the word came out short and quick. The computer took a second to process the command then began to hum towards the command center. After only a few long seconds passed by, Admiral Paris started to manually make the lift go faster. It only cut a few seconds off his trip. When the doors swished open, the Admiral stepped onto the bridge only to be greeted with the vision of a large Borg...pyramid? A look of complete surprise replaced that of anger and he had to steady himself by placing a hand on the Tactical console. It took a few minutes for the scene before him to sink in. Once he had steadied himself he walked around the rail and stood in front of the Command chair. "Request permission from the base to release docking clamps." he called out to a junior officer standing at the operations console. The officer quickly nodded and began punching commands into his panel. While that was being done, Admiral Paris noticed the hustle of the crew, all knowing where they were going and exactly what they were doing. It surprised him at first but he quickly pushed it aside to concentrate at the task in hand. "Start scanning for more vessels. Cubes, spheres, pyramids...they could be dog houses for all I care! Alert me as soon as anything comes up!" it had been a while since the last time he "in command" of a vessel. With the absence of the Captain, who would undoubtly arrive at any moment, he had no choice but to get the ball rolling. As if Kathryn Janeway had read his mind, she entered through the turbolift doors, senior staff in tow. "Captain. Sorry for my tardiness, I had other matters to attend to. I've released us from space dock and the crew's began scanning. She's all yours." he quickly told her of his actions and then stepped to the side to watch his protege and friend in action. He caught a glimpse of his son as he took the CONN. His letter came back to him briefly and he wondered if Tom had recieved it yet. That was not important at the moment. There was a Borg threat and all his concentration and energy had to be put into this battle. No outcome was secure at the moment. The Borg were trying to put the Federation under, but here they stood and they were millions strong. ----------------------------------------------------------------- (attachements) Image : A makeup artist putting an actor into Borg makeup. Image: Janeway and crew in a foggy wash of white. Gif: Admiral's pips. Image: A starship sweeping away from a Borg Cube in Earth's orbit. ***************************************************************** From: "robert catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] build in the delta quadrant Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 23:45:12 -0000 As worf was standing on the command deck, his comm.. link chirps,=^=Worf what does the sensors show =^= as he stops and punch in a couple of commands to the computer. What he find on the sensors report drains the life from his face,"tuvok do you see what i see,At this time Worf turn on the main screen and there they are two borg cubes with no warning of there arrivals to this sector of space. Shields up and photon torpedoes load and lock,phazer lock on. As he set the motion to fire full spread they vanish. the sensors logs were wipe out and the shield drop on no one command and worf showed multiple beam in. =^="Worf to all on voyager the borg are on board be ready to fight hand to hand, Emh and all deck crew shield all areas and stare to jettison the warp core"=^=. AT the same time two borg beam on the command deck and the fight was on,Worf fired his phazer at the first on point blank into it chest and killed it,the other one went after commander tuvok. As worf turn to engage the second borg, it disappeared from sight. ::What the he## is going on here, back at the consol worf is hitting more buttons and finally found the case of this.:: "Commander tuvok the Q is on board and on level two in the mess hall. Security team to the mess hall on the double force fields or up around the area." At this time the turbo lift hum and open letting out Admiral Paris. When Worf turn back to the screen there was one big borg pyramid ****************************************************************** END WEEK FOURTEEN RECAP 04-16-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} WEEK FIFTEEN RECAP 04-16-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} ********************************************************* From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Like Old Times Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2001 00:13:31 +0100 Captain Kathryn Janeway took her Command Chair in an instant, she had no hesitation, no problems with it. :: This is my ship :: Janeway mused, ::My Command ::, she reflected. ::How many times have I been called to the bridge, over an attack:: The Borg were back for another try. :: I do this :: she considered. :: I did this every day:: Janeway watched officers file into the assorted stations, "Clear the station Now!" Janeway called. At that moment, Worf shouted something about shields being down. Janeway stood up, "Arm Yourselves," she looked toward the Admiral and nodded. A Silent message, thanking him for taking charge, but letting him know. The Captain was on the bridge. As Borg arrived, beaming in.. Janeway's heart sank. Borg aboard ship, was always the last chance, final, end of day scenario. Because when the borg came on, and got ahold of her ship, Janeway knew it would be near on impossible to clear them out. "We didn't fight the borg, half way across the Delta Quadrant, just to wind up loosing in our own back yard," Janeway saw two drones materialise on the command deck. Janeway took a step back, she was no match for a drone, in hand to hand combat, Janeway turned toward the weapons locker, already planning... Tuvok tossed a Phase Rifle toward her, the Captain knew he would have set it up for her, first. Rotating Frequency's and maximum setting. Janeway fired, at the drone... it slowly collapsed and was eventually beamed away. "Bridge to Engineering," she called, "We need Shields!" she knew badgering her staff would not save any time... but she had to let them know the gravity of the situation. Worf had dispatched another drone across the bridge, where it collapsed. Captain Janeway held the phaser tightly as she scanned the bridge. The silence, told her that the shields must at least be partially up. "Report!" she called, bracing herself against the forward rail, as the ship shuddered. "We have no shields, but a transporters scattering field is in effect," Tuvok announced, his Vulcan manner, a blessing in the situation. Janeway didn't say anything, their chances were slim with Voyager at peak, they were low, without shields. The Captain studied the Borg Pyramid onscreen. That was a new one...and it looked to be worthy of the shocked expression most of the crew had assumed, when they looked at it. Janeway returned to her seat, noticing they were still inside the spacedock's envelope... "Get us out of the base NOW," Janeway called. "Q!" Janeway shouted. At a part of her mind, Captain Kathryn Janeway knew this was not going to work...The Few Starships within Earth's defence perimeter were engaging the vessel...The nearest starships had been alerted, but by the time they got there...it would be a lost battle. Janeway let her foot stamp on the carpet, :: This is not happening...We're not loosing this one :: Captain Janeway returned to her chair, and looked around, they needed options, and her people, and those aboard ship would give her options as soon as they had them.. But Janeway knew, intellectually, and in her heart, that whatever the cost...the Borg would not win, even if she had to let Q do it... ************************************************************************ From: Fran Catrair Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Prepare for Impact Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 22:50:44 -0700 (PDT) As she wandered the corridors hunting for Tom, B'Elanna's thoughts were in turmoil. ::I REALLY shouldn't have said all those things. It's going to make it harder for all of us.:: she thought. ::No, I'm not sorry!:: she corrected herself, feeling the anger rise in her again. But just who would have thought they would be back home? When they had ended up in the Delta Quadrant, all indications were that a way back to the Alpha Quadrant would not be found in most of their lifetimes. They had all pretty much resigned themselves to that. So, they had carried on with their lives; with the journey back as their ultimate goal, a life's purpose, if you will. But in the meantime, they had developed friendships, working friendships, trust, comaraderie, routines and even relationships. They had become, as Seven of Nine would say, self-sufficient. Now they were back in the Alphra Quadrant, through a quirk of fate, and were facing their ultimate realities directly. It was like waking up in the morning and splashing ice cold water in your face. Or, waking up from a dream. But this was no dream. They had ALL lived through this together. Looking down at her hand, she wiggled her fingers, the wedding ring capturing some light and winking back at her. ::At least I know this is real.:: she thought, sighing to herself. As she rounded the corridor and entered the observation lounge on deck nine, she found no sign of Tom. Puzzled, she tapped her foot and began to think. She had already checked his, and their, hideaways and had not found him. A voice sounded close at hand and startled her from her musings. Looking at the side panel, she saw Boothby smiling at her. "You know, you're alot like your husband, Lieutenant. You both just don't ask me where the other is; you have to go traipsing off on your own anyway!" he finished, a mock scolding tone in his voice. B'Elanna glared at him. "Ok, Mr. Know-It-All, just where is Tom, anyway?" she asked him. Boothby looked at her in that wizened way of his and replied, "You just missed him. He and the Wildman child just left for the de-briefing." ::The de-briefing.:: she thought. ::I REALLY don't want to go back there right now.:: she concluded. Sighing, she looked at Boothby. "They really didn't make this easy for us, did they?", she said, leaving the observation deck before Boothby could reply, leaving him with a puzzled look of his own on his face. Resigning herself to her fate, she started to walk back to the ready room. In mid-stride, she felt an enormous jolt shake the ship. ::What the h#ll was that?:: she thought to herself. A moment later, she felt another jolt. Breaking out into a run and cursing to herself, she changed course and headed to engineering, the lights in the corridor changing to red alert status as she sprinted off, the dreaded de-briefing forgotten. Upon entering engineering, she noticed the familiar, comfortable signs of activity around her. Her engineering team was frantically working to stabilize the situation. < "Bridge to Engineering," she called, "We need < Shields!" she knew badgering her staff would < not save any time... but she had to let them know < the gravity of the situation. =^=We're working on it, Captain!=^= B'Elanna said, answering the captain's hail. "Status, Ensign Vorik!" she barked. Before he could reply, three borg drones materialized around her. ::Borg?:: she thought, momentarily stunned. Recovering quickly, B'Elanna directly attacked the one closest to her, taking down the slower, mechanical drone with ease. Vorik and another crewman dispatched the other two drones. Then, before anything else could be done, the three drones quickly vanished. Looking at Vorik and the crewman, remnants of her Klingon battlelust in her eyes, she said to them, "What the h#ll is going on here? It just looks like this day can't get any better!" she concluded, sighing grimly. Going over the sensor readings, she put the outside images on the monitor in engineering. They looked at the screen in shock. A Borg Pyramid? She also noticed how the Borg Cube was doing all the attacking, and the pyramid was holding back. ::Ooh...I don't like the looks of this!:: she thought. Turning back to Vorik, she woke them all out of their shocked states by getting back to business. "All right, everyone, we need the shields back! Let's get back to work, shall we?" Looking around, she noticed them slowly getting back to business. ::Good.:: she thought. ::Can't let the best engineering crew in starfleet rest on their laurels now, can I?:: she concluded, chuckling to herself. Looking back at the viewscreen in front of her, she noticed something unusual. The Borg Pyramid looked strange. It appeared to be taking on a glowing, blue appearance. She felt an undercurrent of humming; it wasn't actually heard, it was just something she could FEEL. Hitting a few controls at her console, she hoped the auxiliary power she had implemented would be enough to sustain the shields. =^= Engineering to Bridge=^= she called out. =^=Prepare for impact!!=^= she yelled and grabbed the console she was at, hoping for the best. ------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Nice Torres portrait with a navy backdrop. *animated gif* Borg Cube zooming at you... *animated gif* Red alert bar flashing. ************************************************************** From: Jenni-Lynn McNeill Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Borg Invasion Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2001 00:21:53 -0700 (PDT) Seven stood still as she heard the voice of the collective in her mind. They were close and she had to activictly fight the urge to give in to that one voice of perfection. Some of the strain mush have been showing on her face because of the way that the crew was looking at her. She composed herself and replied to the Captain's order. =/\= I'm on my way, Captain. =/\= She said as she walked out to the Bridge. She saw the Borg Drones on the Bridge and her eyes widened in a moment of fear. She then started to act, reaching for a phaser rifle and engaging them in combat. -------------------------------------------------------- Sam didn't like the way things were progressing on the ship, everyone seemed tense. She glanced out the viewport and saw the reason why, a pair of Borg ships. One cube, and one pyramid? ~That's odd, I've never seen that type of a Borg ship before.~ She thought as she glanced back to Naomi, hoping that she hadn't seen the ships yet. __________________________________________________ (attachments) Image : Shuttle firing on Borg pyramid Image : Voyager lancing fire on Cube in close up splendor. Image : Seven of Nine leaving turbolift with a phaser rifle. ***************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: Q-thousand leagues under the ..... Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 07:31:52 -0000 Q came out of his place in the continuum to phase onto Voyager's bridge. His face told it all. He was mad. He kept any Borg drone who managed to board the ship from reaching full materialization, or, if they already had, zapping their personal shields off so any weaponsfire from the humans would finish them off. He turned and spoke to the air above his head once the ship was secure. "I thought it was your own rule, Q! Who? All of YOU!!" He stabbed an angry finger at the ceiling. "Never provoke the Borg!!!" He turned to Janeway who was still wavering in place, hair all out of place, having just polished off a Borg drone. "My dear Kathy... I had nothing to do with this..this.. this..abonimation..." he said pointing to the Cube and Pyramid outside the ship now on the main viewer.. "..and least, not my half of the continuum on my side of the war..." Janeway rolled her eyes and Q suddenly snapped his fingers so she was back in her seat. The rifle was suddenly in Chakotay's hands and Kathryn found herself with a big teddy bear in her arms. "So relax... and take a load off.." Q went on, "I can handle these..." He got a closer look at the viewscreen.."Eeooww, my beleagured brothers have an awful sense of taste... Where did they drum up that pyramid thing? I didn't see any of those until the thirtieth century when the Borg retaliated against Species 847_.. well,,, never mind.." He soothed.. Janeway flung the bear over her head in disgust and stood once more, facing Q. "Temper, temper,...Mon capitan... Whaa?? Didn't you like my teddy bear?" Tuvok added a question, "Q, If you aren't responsible for the Borg returning to Earth and their subsequent confrontations with us... Who did...exactly..." The Vulcan science officer prodded. Q drew himself up to his full height and metamorphosed into a Parody of a Borg Drone. "That is not relevant" Chakotay aimed the rifle at Q so the muzzle poked into his face. "Ahh!" Q qualmed, phasing back into his "normal" Fleet captain garb. "Easy with that thing. It may not be able to hurt me but I don't like being threatened all the same. Learn some manners, Chuckles." And he gestured.. Chakotay was suddenly on his butt, sitting crosslegged on his meditation blanket in front of his chair, in a trance state, the akoonah fully activated under one hand. "There.. let him duke out his aggressions in the dream world where he can't harm anyone." Q laughed. Tuvok scanned the first officer's lifesigns from where he stood at science three. "Chakotay is unharmed, captain. I am showing vital signs indicative of a deep hypnosis, similar to the one the commander usually engages in one of his dreamquests." Janeway crouched by Chakotay, checking a pulse at his wrist anyway. Q appeared at her side in a Groucho Marx mask with a toy stethoscope, listening to Chakotay's heart, "Ticker's ticking just fine, Kathy.." Another flash and Captain Janeway was right back in her chair with the rifle she wanted back in her grip. She thought better than to aim it anywhere near Q's location. She contented herself to listening and staring at him instead, letting Tuvok drill out some answers for her. Her Vulcan security officer did not let his shipmates down.. Tuvok spoke, "Q,...You slipped out that this pyramid may be from the thirtieth century or later.." Q threw mock fear eyes, "Did I?" He threw hands over his mouth.."And there's the temporal directive in the way now isn't there.. so I think I'll keep quiet on the subject my fine pointy eared friend. One must have little secrets mustn't one. Sort of like your own pathetic Ponn farr one you delude yourself into thinking no one else knows about.." Q squinted, regarding Tuvok,, "Hmmmmm," he snapped his fingers. The furry teddy bear insinuated itself into Tuvok's arms in a "bear hug". "Maybe you should have the teddy weddy instead. Looks like you need it. Your starting to sweat already.. The thought of your wife being so near firing off certain impulses again??" The EMH entered the bridge from the ready room where he had materialized from the station's med ward before the shaking began. He had already dismissed Chakotay's condition as non critical and glommed onto Tuvok's now exposed state. "Mr. Tuvok, why aren't you returning to Vulcan and your family? Your hormones are skyrocketting. I think T'Pel would not approve..." Tuvok merely handed the teddy over to the EMH without comment and folded arms behind his back. Q Grinned, "You Don Juan you.... Pshawww..." he gestured with mock coyness at him. Then he adopted an Albert Einstein air and look, "It seems matter and time and space ovah dere aren't what zey seem..." His pointer stabbed out to hit the view screen and the image of the Borg Pyramid floating there. Then B'Elanna's warning came over the frantically opened comm.. Looking back at the viewscreen in front of her, she noticed something unusual. The Borg Pyramid looked strange. It appeared to be taking on a glowing, blue appearance. She felt an undercurrent of humming; it wasn't actually heard, it was just something she could FEEL. Hitting a few controls at her console, she hoped the auxiliary power she had implemented would be enough to sustain the shields. =^= Engineering to Bridge=^= she called out. =^=Prepare for impact!!=^= she yelled and grabbed the console she was at, hoping for the best. Q began to dance around the bridge.. "Dive! Dive! Dive!!" He now looked like Captain Nemo.. and he pulled a golden string attached to an anchor hanging from nowhere. Voyager lurched Zee minus ten straight down, causing everyone to feel their stomachs in their throats at the sudden acceleration downward. Sea sickness gripped everyone and it was an effort not to be ill for all. The iridescedent Pyramid missed the ship entirely.. It seems to be out of control.. Half its lights were out. Pursued by one tiny unknown Federation ship.. Tuvok zoomed in on the call letters.. "The USS Firestar..." He toggled a sudden audio transmission squirt from the vessel. "YEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehHHHHHHHHhhhaaaaaaaaaaa!!" came a male voice. "Time to round up the dogies.." At his seat, Tom Paris cringed, instant recognition on his face. He turned back forward to hide his reaction. Janeway's glower at Q made the omnipotent being offer more in apology.. "Believe me captain. I am just as stumped as you about that thing out there. All I know is that my fellow Q members in the continuum, have this rule against provoking the Borg in any manner, including far future translocating... that." He glanced at the looming pyramid now missing Voyager's trajectory on its way careening out of control under its mysterious malfunction. " I am only guessing that a few Q are ignoring the rule, if it's them doing all this Borg shinnanigans.." He shrugged. "It's time we got our thinking caps on...." And suddenly, everyone on the bridge had one. -------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Q as a Borg *animated gif* Energize..in red flashing *moviette* Multiple ships flying in formation against a Borg ship firing volleys. ********************************************************* From: "Cory Anda" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Like gas to a flame-- Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 09:30:39 -0000 Chakotay opened his eyes. He was elsewhere. Not in the woods he knew so well. There was an ache in his heart with the knowledge that his spirit guide Matseyeho was no longer his. ::She did give herself freely for another to gain my ship's escape from the Nexus.. but...:: He fell to his knees in this new place, a dim awareness knew Q had brought him into the dreamscape realm without preamble. Chakotay scoffed in his mind. ::I wasn't going to be the aggressor and fire at him.. :: He was about to break the trance and return to his place on the bridge when a light from the far side of a meadow drew in his attention. It was familar and green tinged. "The Borg?.. what do they know of the dreamquesting world?" Chakotay got to his feet and felt soft moccasins tread the grass as he moved nearer the phenomena. He silently mouthed a reverent prayer to the other spirit guides he knew were around him unseen. "I know I am not meant to see you in this life. But if you could show me why the evil ones are here, Do so. In the memory of Matseyeho, my sacrificed guidefriend." Animal chatters and half heard speakings whispered in his mind and a night wind swept away the fog intervening between him and where the light was coming from. Chakotay used caution, keeping thin cover between himself and the bright way before him. He could almost hear Borg voices in the air around him as he focused his listening. %Seek parameters. Determine location sector. Temporality has been altered off course. Main power grid is offline. Seekkkk.. Knowww...% A cold sweat filled Chakotay's face. The Borg voice chorus was different, somehow known to him. Crouching lower in the grass of the night place, the first officer located a movement, tall, lanky and not at all humanoid. "Ohhh.." he sighed as he saw it. Angular backward limbs and an insectoid head turned toward him. ##It is this one again.. The one who's Borgfemale sent me on to be hunted by the armored ones..## With a hiss.. the creature charged Chakotay and he flailed onto his back, screaming in terror. "Nooooo!!" He flung protective arms over his head and the heavy bug head neared his own.. Just as easily, Chakotay was awake and blinking from where he sat upon his prayer fur on the bridge. He saw Q and Janeway and the others and his head hurt from where he hit it when the starship lurched downward to avoid the Borg pyramid's collision trajectory. He ignored the pain and shouted, "...I've seen them...they are over there!! " The EMH moved away from Tuvok whom he had cushioned from the worst of the jolting of evasion Tom had put Voyager through, He said, "Easy commander...let me check out that bruise on your head." Chakotay pushed away the hologram's hands, "The Borg are no longer alone on those vessels out there..." he caught his breath fighting his Q induced dizziness, "It's Species 8472.. They are now allies with the Borg..." --------------------------------------------------------------- Tom Paris gave a shudder, feeling every moment, every second under his hands at his controls, amazingly, his father was the furthest thing from his mind. ::Q has a tendency to do that to people. More than your usual distraction..:: he groaned mentally. Then he anticipated the captain's next wish at Chakotay's stunning announcement. He got someone who might be able to learn more from the drones and any 8472 on the pyramid. He comm'd Troi directly and asked her to report to the bridge. "Commander....Now's our chance, The pyramid's totally powerless on a drifting course. Something's knocked out their dimensional portal thrusters and I don't think our current thorn in the side had anything to do with it." He ignored Q's indignant look. ::If he wanted to fingersnap me he'd have done it already..:: Tom reasoned. He kept his back to the captain, making sure sensors stayed on the Firestar and the Cube and pyramid. So far.. the Cube was not returning fire in spite of the vessels spitting phasers that were biting into its sides. No damage was being inflicted upon the Cube at all. ::Uh, oh..:: Tom saw that as a not so good outcome. It meant they weren't getting hurt. He felt his father's scrutiny like a poker but he didn't falter his duties. He knew the Commander and Janeway saw it too. ::Trouble on the horizon.:: He saw a look of puzzlement on Q's face and he shuddered. "I'm reading an incoming message from the Firestar.. I know him. It's Nick Locarno, freelance cargo captain.. Shall I put him on?" ------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Chakotay in Q enforced Dreamquest. Image : Tom Paris looking dubious at helm controls of the Delta Flier. ******************************************************************* From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Patch job~~ Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 09:37:14 -0000 Harry felt a warm saltiness in his mouth. He frowned and withdrew a thumb, wrinkled and bitten. He felt another wipe away the blood and he felt the itching buzz of a protoplazer as it was instantly healed. "Hey,... that tickles..." he said without opening his eyes. He jerked his hand away. He opened his eyes.. and screamed. An 8472 menaced near him, a string of clammy drool landing on his chest. Harry fought his bonds. "Let me go!! Let me out!!" The figure was suddenly Q as a Borg. Harry sobbed, "I tried... We...we're back now.. Please..I.." The figure faded and a bright light lanced into his retinas making his eyes water. Kim suddenly smelled medications and felt the snug of a diagnostic arm across his body. "easy..." he heard a feminine voice say which shouted into another direction.. "He's conscious, doctor." The EMH moved into Harry's field of vision, blessedly cutting down the fire of the sterile lights above Harry's bed. "Doc?" Harry said a little confused, "What am I doing here? Last thing I remember was....was..." The holophysician set firm hands on the ensign's shoulders, "Don't push it, ensign. There's a reason for your amnesia. Call it an emotional bandage if you will. Don't scratch at it until you're ready.." "Oh. O.k..k." Harry said in a small voice. Kim set back down into his pillow licking dry lips. They were soothed with a moist towel from a nurse he did not know. "Where am I, doc?" "You're on Utopia Planetia in the starbase's sickbay. You've had a mishap of sorts but seem through the worst of it." the Voyager doctor smiled. He retracted the life support arm and said crisply, "Feeling hungry? There's one benefit to being in a hospital bed here. The food's real.." Harry chuckled weakly, "I'm a little sore.." he said holding the aches he felt in his stomach muscles. The EMH's cheery face didn't lessened, "You....were fighting us for a time when you were first admitted. Nothing to be embarrassed about. You were upset.." Harry sat up suddenly, "Where's Libby...? I was talking to her.. She'll be worried..." The EMH set a steamy bowl of real wan tan soup in front of Harry. "Eat.. She's the one who prepared this for you.. " Harry almost got up then reconsidered the EMH's abilities. "I want to see her..but...this DOES look good...ok, I'll stay and eat." The doctor "Thanks, ensign. Libby's been appraised of your situation , even now. " he indicated the direction the nurse had departed. "I'll let you have visitors as soon as we're off red al--" he cut off. Harry didn't miss anything, "Red alert?... Doc you can't have a red alert in a shipping yard.." he joked. The EMH slid his holoeyes sideways.. "Ahhhh..yes, you can. You see.. everyone is a little occupied right now.. with.." "With who, doc?" Then Harry remembered his fevered dream of a few minutes ago. "Wait a minute.. doc.. you can't be serious.. I sort of .. made up a crisis coming out of it.. I saw stupid Borg and an 8472 who didn't look very chummy with anything else but them." Harry saw a look of surprise in the hologram's face. The subtle kind which meant that he didn't anticipate a reaction he just experienced. "No way..." Slowly the EMH nodded. Harry downed the last of his soup, "That's it.. I'm going back to Voyager." he hopped down, "Who knows how quick they will reach Earth.." "Try not to get worried. Libby's here with us.." the EMH countered. "I haven't released you yet!" he said firmly. "That's all right. You said I had an emotional bandage stuck on me. My amnesia.. All that's needed now is a little healing time, right? I promise I'll hold off scratching it..." Kim smiled. The EMH couldn't argue with that line of reasoning. He helped the ensign dress and said, "I'll go with you, there are some facts you need to know about events on the bridge.." "I already know, doc. Don't tell me, Q's back." "Yes,.. how did you deduce that?" Kim tapped his forehead, "Fever dreams are great! Better than one of Chakotay's dreamquests for gleaning the truth.." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few minutes later, Harry, in the company of the doctor came onto the bridge in uniform with the EMH shadowing him with a tricorder. A quick shower had made Kim presentable and he relieved the officer at Ops. "I'm back on duty, captain, commander. My difficuty isn't that...pressing for the moment.. Permission to man my station?" Harry Kim waited for one of his superiors to answer his request. ---------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Harry Kim looking very Borgish.. ************************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Date: Sun Apr 22, 2001 9:50 am Subject: I want to go find out why I saw 7 on the bridg and I knew that coming there was good. 7! 7! Why are the robots here again? And that Queue is back. Hes the one Auntie Kathy had teasing her to be his girl. I dont like him at all. I stuck my tongue out at Queue and he turned purpl. But I knew he couldnt harm me. I was a kid. He had a kid of his own and so that made him not do it. I said to 7 That other peryamid ship almost hit us! Why did it do that? Belana said it was on the way near to us. She might know why. And Tom knows that other Firestar fighting shutle man. Maybe that other man there is the one who made the power go away on the Borg ship and made it almost crash into us. That was dangiross. Didnt he know bettr ? So I went over to Tom and askd him Tom! Tom! Who is that other man on the fast ship? He sounds like he is a racer. Is there a race going on? I thougt the robots were bad but some has that broken ship that almost hit us and the other square is just taking the gunblasts without doing anything! I went over to Chakoty who had a tape on his head. I hope that doesnt hurt. Did you say that the purpl monsters were back? I dont like them. Theyr scaree. Make them go away! I dont want the robots and the monsters to be friends. I want them to be bullies only to themselfs like last year. Then they would leave us alone! Then I went to Queue and kickd him right in the shin! I just guess whos friends realy brougt them all here to be mean. I am not afraid of you! I may be only ten but I know alot. Robots Borgs are grounded all the time! Everyone knows that real good. So ground them. Send them home! Or you are just as dumb as your friends who brang them here. I waited for Queue to do something with his magic again. Nothing would suprise me at all any more. Auntie Kathy! Auntie Kathy! Maybe they are all going to the grandcanyan ! They went there last time said Mr. Riker. Maybe something is there we need to find. Lets go! Lets go. I want to see. I want to see for me. ----------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Naomi loaded down with datapadds in the turbolift. *********************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Spider in the Web. Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 20:30:36 +0400 Deanna pulled herself to her feet, her hair in total disarray using the edge of the ready room table. "Now that felt familiar. I wonder how close that scraping was..." Her glance was swept to the window and a looming Borg Pyramid tumbled past the windows, so close the counselor could see the pock marks of many asteroid craters on the hull of the craft. Then another unusual thing occurred, the lights on board the new shaped ship flickered, losing their greenish fire and an eerie glow began to encompass it. The pyramid began to drift and Troi knew instinctively that whatever it was that disabled it had been sudden and unexpected. Deanna dragged herself to her feet and left the ready room, no longer trying to contact Worf. ::He's probably up to his forehead ridges in tactical trouble. Then she receives the comm from both Tom Paris and Wil Riker. >"Commander, Counsleor Troi has arrived onboard." >Data informed his freind. >"Thank you Data. Riker to Troi." Will was wondering >how he was going to explain this. >>Then he (Tom Paris) anticipated the captain's next >>wish at Chakotay's stunning announcement. He got >>someone who might be able to learn more from >>the drones and any 8472 on the pyramid. He comm'd >>Troi directly and asked her to report to the bridge. Deanna tapped her com badge, =^=Troi to all parties, I'm here.=^= The computer kicked in, #Your current combadge design is not configured to ship specifications. Do you want to reformat bandwidth and telemetry to compensate?# "Yes, computer. Repeat my last hail once its been reset." #Affirmative.# Troi heard her last transmission go out once more over the comm lines. She didn't even wait for their acknowledgement or reply. She could feel the tumultuous emotions on the bridge. Something had gone seriously wrong. She headed for the door, motioning to Riker, who was in the chair across the Room from her where he had been wondering about the trombone he had been thinking about. =^=Troi here. I'm on my way Mr. Paris. The commander is too.=^= Wil Riker was tugging his uniform top down as he regained his feet. Troi gave him a hand up, "Thanks Wil, for hailing me over the combadge. I felt a little overwhelmed by the crew's panic when the Borg ship nearly hit us." She grinned tightly. "I've just received a summons from Voyager's helm officer. They need us on the bridge. Something terrible has been discovered." Deanna ran out the readyroom door ahead of Riker. She knew her imzadi was all right and uninjured from the huge lurch they suffered avoiding the Borg. Immediately, Troi understood. She had missed any dialogue exchanged on the bridge but the unusual expression on Q's face told it all. ::Something's taken Q by surprise. That isn't good.:: Troi stood behind the captain's seat and slowly lowered her emotional barriers to those around her. She got Tuvok's difficulty right away. From looking at the Vulcan, one couldn't tell the depth of his roiling emotions. ::He's suffering the beginning of his Pon Farr.:: She shut his impressions out. Q was unreadable but that only helped the counselor. Then she saw Tom motioning her over and as she passed the Admiral, Troi nodded to him. Then Paris said one word to Deanna's ear before turning back to his task of giving Voyager manuevering room to flank the two Borg vessels. Strangely, the Borg Cube wasn't firing on the Ship Troi knew was Locarno's. In spite of his hot shot decoy bait gyrations in front of them. ::That's odd.:: Troi dampened out any humanoid impression on Voyager and fanned out to encompass the Cube. ::Huh, nothing there.. Only Borg drones.:: She reached and "felt" the Pyramid. And was staggered, she felt an arm draw her to her feet. It was Harry, looking pale but functional. He was even back in his uniform. "I know. But there's only one 8472 on board that ship." Troi sensed a heavy malevolence coming from that one powerful mind. Dripping with puzzlement and an unstoppable aggression aimed at the Starfleet vessels converging to Enterprise's side to aid Voyager's attempt to encircle the two Borg ships. "An...8472?" Boothby came online next to Tom's hand at the helm station. "Yes, Counselor. Species 8472. I thought they were at war with the Borg. We encountered them in the Delta Quadrant and they had almost decimated the heart of Borg territory. Janeway had to negotiate our way through Borg space allying herself with them to defeat the 8472. They come from another dimensional realm, Fluidic Space. They use biological weapons and any physical contact with them releases a protein eating enzyme that liquifys anyone who is touched." Troi felt a wave of memory from the young ensign. She looked at Harry. ::He's been a victim of that once.:: Deanna shook herself free of his fear and that of the others. "Only one on board that Pyramid? I thought you said they were mortal enemies, Boothby." "I did. I can't explain why it is still alive. Commander Chakotay has learned through a dreamquest that this 8472 is most definitely allied with these Borg. Q here, spilled a hint on the Pyramid's origin, the thirtieth century." Troi's eyebrows raised. "Five hundred years into the future?" Boothby shrugged, "Yes." Then he grubmbled, "That's if we can trust anything Q says.." Q crossed his arms in insult, "You may in this case, diode dirt digger." Troi looked at Janeway still considering things with her first officer, who was wearing a bandage over his cheek. The EMH was nearby standing near Worf watching how the Enterprise tactical officer was communicating with his old ship and the other Starfleet vessels converging to Utopia to head off the two Borg interlopers. Troi announced to all on the bridge in a loud voice. "I am going to try and get a hint of what is going on over there.." She pointed to the Borg pyramid drifting slowly, still encased in its strange incapacitating glow. It seemed to be completely dead now, only its very core was alive. It was from there Troi got a gleaning impression. The "voice" that came to her wasn't formed by any mouthparts that she knew of. It seemed to be in her head. ##The past will cease. We will return to the seas. Gain function. Assist, drones, and I will take us to safety.## Then Troi saw that all on the bridge could "hear" that 8472 in their minds. ::My god, this species is a broadcast telepath of extraordinary degree to reach us from here.:: She heard Boothby speak, "That's new. Our Ocampan, Kes, could read the 8472 impressions only at close range with difficulty." Then Troi felt mental eyes turn on Voyager and the images they all saw briefly flared brightly. The lone 8472 was huge. Around eighteen meters high. Again she was told from the consult Boothby that this was new. All crew on all the vessels nearby Utopia to the range of half a light year saw the same images. Borg drones in highly augmented streamline suits inside the Pyramid. All working around a focal point tethered to the rest of the ship tunnels and conduits to a thin glasslike doorway surrounded by flashing blue, amber and red characters. Troi gasped, "My God.. That's Iconian. Captain Picard and Data and Geordi LaForge once found one of these doorways underground in the Bendaii sector. They barely managed to use it before that planetoid's sun went nova, destroying the whole solar system. It's a portal into other times and places." Q even seemed shocked. The admiral straightened into an even taller stance, absorbing the implications. "Iconian.. like the Guardian of Forever.." "Yes." Boothby said, "Only slightly more sophisticated. What do you all see over there in your minds?" Troi related, "We see this Iconian doorway, webbed into the innermost workings of the pyramid. This 8472 being is at the controls of the portal but there doesn't seem to be any power there. Bolts of blue energy are overloading to encompass the whole Borg ship. That's the glow were are seeing on the viewscreen flowing over it. The 8472 is speaking to others through the doorway in its own language. I.. Ahhh!!" A sharp interruption as the giant 8472 caught wind of the emphemral humanoids around it. ##Speakings we will not have. Peoples here are unimportant!!## It slammed the telepathic link down and all images stopped so suddenly, crews on every ship felt a jolt of pain. Troi gasped. The void left behind from that strong mental link was acutely felt. ::It's as if an area of our minds we were born to use was yanked away from us:: She rose and turned to all on the bridge, noting that Harry had left her side and had returned next to Worf. He seemed to be waiting for permission to return to duty. Troi hastened to remedy that. "Captain, Harry's feeling normal emotionally. He can return to duty." Captain Janeway gave a short nod and motioned Seven of Nine over to her side to speak with her. Troi realized how this must all be for that Borg survivor. "Seven of Nine. Are you all right? Those drones from the future are very powerful in their collective energies. I can sense you are trying to filter them out." The counselor watched Seven look at her but the woman leaned over to her captain without replying back right away. The EMH caught some of Troi's concern and whirred a medical probe in Seven's direction. He gave a short "she's fine" nod to the counselor. Troi returned to Paris's side, "Mr. Paris I only know of one person who knows Borg better than anyone. That is Picard, my captain. He should be on the Enterprise. But Wil hasn't given any sign that he is there. Maybe we should hail him. His knowledge of the Borg is very complete. Maybe he knows about this Iconian doorway at least in theory from the Borg of our own time." Paris got a nod from Janeway and he and Harry set up a computer link to the Enterprise sitting nearby on the opposite side of Voyager, following the Pyramid's tumbling path at a safe distance. "Use a computer hail." Janeway ordered. =^=This is the USS Voyager to the USS Enterprise E, Respond.=^= Boothby sent using his own computer voice. The hail got through to Voyager's sister ship. The computer qualities in the frequency easily punching through the glowing temporal interference wash pouring off the Pyramid. --------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Deanna Troi close in Blue gown. Logo: The Utopia Planetia Shipyards emblem. Image : A Species 8472 full shot facing you. ********************************************************* From: "Nick Lewis" "Alex Delet" Subject: Joining Forces Date: Sun Apr 22, 2001 4:21 pm Nick Locarno is having a whale of a time. After a short skirmish, the borg are now not even offering passive resistance. The Firestar is free to hit them as many times as it's pilot likes. And it's pilot likes hitting them very much, taking satisfaction in every small explosion. Eventually though, phaser energy starts running low and it's getting a little boring taking bites out of them like a oversized mosquito. "What am I missing?" Nick muses. "Why aren't they attacking anymore?" With the pyramid drifting uselessly and the cube motionless, there's not a lot now to do. "I'm starting to feel very unloved here, guys" Nick says as if the borg could hear him. He glances starboard side and sees the Voyager there. "Ok, let's see if you know anything." He taps his console, sending a transmission. "Captain Locarno to USS Voyager. Do you have any ideas what's going on? Not to tempt fate here, but the borg shouldn't be this easy to beat?" Janeway risks a glance around Voyager's bridge as the communication comes in. "Let's hear it" she decides. Bracing herself against a forward railing, she listens to the opening hail. "This is Captain Kathryn Janeway" she calls in reply. "They definitely shouldn't be this easy to beat. We believe them" she looks at Q, "to be from the future!" Janeway walks back to her seat. "Our scans barely get through their hull" she reports as she grips the rail. "What have you found?" "Not a whole lot" Nick admits. "I shouldn't be surprised these guys are futuristic though. Sometimes I think Federation space is just one giant temporal anomaly magnet." He looks at his weapons status panel. "Well... unless someone has a better idea, I say we keep hitting them while they're not in the mood to fight back. Know any weak spots we can concentrate on? I hear you have yourself an ex-drone on that ship, maybe she can give us a few inside secrets? I've been letting them eat phaser for the last ten minutes, but it doesn't seem to be having a great lot of effect." Janeway frowns, :: that got out fast ::, she risks a glance at Seven. "Out of her time period I think" she considers, "but we'll see what we can do. We have to assume they can adapt to us very quickly." She walks across the bridge. "I'm hoping there's another explanation, we believe Q brought them here... and hopefully a Q will send them back. Otherwise" Kathryn accepts, "we'll have to be unconventional." "Unconventional is my middle name, Captain" Nick smiles. The Captain puzzles the comment out for a second. "I'm glad to hear it." She gives Tuvok a questioning glance as to the status of their weapons. "I suggest you recharge the banks, and hold your fire until we know it's useful" she tells Nick. He shrugs. "Okay, but don't take too long." Then a thought occurs to him. "Captain, while I'm here, would it be possible to dock with your ship? The Firestar hasn't been checked over by a real engineer for a while now and I'd like to be able to restock on a few supplies." Janeway exchanges a glance with Chakotay, from what she can tell, he's looking intrigued. The Captain sounds her agreement. "Download your sensor logs, Commander Tuvok will direct you to the nearest docking port" she says. "It may be time to call together a brainstorming session." "I'm way ahead of you" Nick smiles, accepting the upload link, but making sure a few archives are exempted. It wouldn't do him any good for them to find out exactly what it is he trades in. Nick follows Tuvok's instructions and the Firestar moves alongside one of Voyager's external docking ports. The Captain waves her hand and waits for Tuvok to mute the channel. "Standard Protocols, Captain?" Tuvok gives her a questioning stare. The standard protocols are a list of protocols Voyager had devised, when faced with aliens meeting aboard her. "Discreet" she nods, "we don't have time to get picky." The channel is closed. Janeway looks around. "Maintain evasive action" she looks forward, aiming her voice to Seven, "Counsellor, Seven, keep scanning the borg" she orders, calling up some status readouts on the console between the command chairs. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Nicholas Locarno in civvies with a gun looking stern. Image: Janeway looking updeck, concentrating on her given orders followup. *************************************************************************** END WEEK FIFTEEN RECAP 04-24-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} WEEK SIXTEEN RECAP 04-25-01 (voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} ******************************************************* From: Jeff Seltun Date: Wed Apr 25, 2001 3:47 am Subject: Hoist by a Picard, the perverbial carrot.. Jean Luc could feel them in his very soul. It was only that very morning, over Earl Grey, that he had been blissfully still alone inside his skull. Like billions across the galaxy, he knew a sister ship come home. ::I'd love a chance to meet Voyager's captain. No doubt Wil was on his way to her side even before the steam left the docking clamps.:: He stretched in his shuttle's seat and rubbed his hands together. Then.. they had come. The mental pall that they had been, returned, and he knew no peace. He had cut his own shoreleave short using a little persuasion to the powers that be. "Oh, Admiral Nguyen, remember when I safely delivered those Mintakken artifacts and masks to you, before they spread their metamorphosing influence to the entire Traquesii sector?" The rest had been easy. ::One more favor pulled. And I think twenty three years mission service has me owed dozens more.:: Jean Luc grinned and smiled, setting down his Dixon Hill Data Pad. It was half way through lunch when the Enterprise captain kicked the little shuttle into subwarp maximum. The feeling had been unmistakable. It was his working through perogative hunches which finally made him act upon the feeling. ::They're back. Lord knows how I know, but I do. The Borg.:: When Picard saw the Borg vessels hounding Utopia all trace of his early doubt vanished. He radioed ahead to Enterprise and was told Riker wasn't on board her at the time of the sudden appearance of the Borg over the station and Jupiter's moons. The captain scanned the scene ahead. ::There's no debris field. No bodies. That's odd. Couldn't have been much of a battle.:: He used the pyramid's sudden misfortunate power loss to order Enterprise to beam him aboard. ::Where is their typical aggression?:: he wondered. The thought was chilling. ::The Borg, progressed beyond acquiring technologies? What would be their driving force then?:: He went straight to the holodeck to learn more information. He knew about the Boothby consult program and how it existed on board all starship class vessels due for long term missions into new territories. It was a simple matter to call up Enterprise's own unused Boothby consultation matrix program and link it remotely to become a displaced clone of Voyager's. It worked even through Enterprise's raised shields. ::And entirely based on some of the technology discovered by Kirk in his famous battle with the Romulan craft following the hundred year peace time of twenty two seventeen. Plasma matter transfer. Quite useful.:: Picard hastily scanned Voyager's volunteered ship logs from Utopia's database and he used his own command overrides to install the Boothby tie in with Voyager's fascimile to scan them and see through Voyager's eyes. He watched Boothby's program matrices transform from the beginning parameter personality to that of the one found on Voyager, with all of that one's experiences, memories and data files. Picard knelt in the Academy Gardens where the Boothby program setting began and waited for the tie in to settle fully. "Boothby.. Talk to me." he said. The altered image blinked from the gardenias he was pruning on the hologround to regard Picard thoughtfully. "So, it's you again.." he gruffly said, "What the H&ll happened to your hair, Mr. Picard?" Jean Luc tugged down his uniform and stroked an amused hand over his bald pate. "Twenty years of captaincy is bound to have it's toll, my old friend. It's good to see you again as well. Looks like the cinquepoil isn't so bad this year in the beds." Boothby grumbled, "Well, I know you aren't here for civiltries. I felt my datamatrix double and now I am linked with Voyager's Boothby program. Let's cut to the quick.. Here's what I've learned since Janeway activated me, ah,..him, almost seven months ago." Captain Picard quietly listened to Boothby's related tale of events which led to Voyager getting home. He interrupted at the part where Boothby showed Picard Chakotay's bridge announcement that there was a lone 8472 on board the Borg pyramid. "Could this be the same 8472 Janeway encountered in the Delta Quadrant? The one she referred to as the Speaker?" "No. This one is far bigger physically, by about five orders of magnitude. And we're convinced that this new style Borg vessel's is from the far future. Q was stupid enough to trod on the hypothetical temporal directive gray area giving us that slip, if you know what I mean. Heh.." Boothby laughed. "Ah, if only we could trust the rogue to begin with." "This time Q isn't lying." Boothby levelled. "We scanned the materials on the hull of the pyramid once her shields went down. The substances there only contain one eighth of the background radiation we have in the galaxy today." "That would be consistent with...four or five hundred years more of aging by our cosmos..." Picard theorized. "Yes. Quite. Putting it only from that future time. At least long enough for it to accumulate such an inherent radiation signature." the gardener admitted. That fact was sobering. Q was telling the truth. ::Why?:: It was d&mning evidence of...honesty. "Quite remarkable of him to do so don't you think?" Picard asked Boothby. "Very ignoble." "So say you.." the holoman scoffed. "Be warned of Q. Always.. Every generation of my program has said this same advice to every captain since you met him nineteen years ago." Picard stood. Taking the holocaretaker's watering can. "You won't be needing this where we're going. I'm recruiting you into the service." Boothby shrugged, "That's why I was created Mr. Picard." Captain Picard now knew everything he needed to know. He contacted the bridge even before he ended the Boothby holorun, transferring the hologram matrix to the bridge. ::I'll need a clear tie to Voyager no matter what happens and this is a way to do just that.:: he decided. =^=Picard to Bridge. Contact Commander Riker and have him report back to the Enterprise. I'm going to need his input in handling this situation.=^= He heard the communications officer hail Riker and receive his puzzled reply to report. His tone was mixed with a slight bit of surprise. Jean Luc grinned. ::Well. Well. Well. Looks like the appeal of command has finally rubbed off on him. Guess he never figured I would cut my own vacation short. I wouldn't miss an event like this for the world.:: ======================================================= Less than five minutes later he was in the thick of a captain's day; he was faced with an unknown crisis. The bread and butter of command. Picard moved smoothly into his chair on the first deck of Enterprise. "Tactical.." "No change, sir. The two Borg vessels are still in the plotted course trajectories they fell into when the pyramid craft lost its power emissions." a youthful ensign at Data's station answered. "The Cube?" Picard asked. "Still stationary, ignoring all sorties from Federation security and all hails. Even a civilian craft's phaser shots didn't set them into retaliation mode of any kind." "Merde." the captain swore. Then louder. "Pipe this to Voyager through our Boothby tie in. Show the Enterprise bridge and all of us here. Sensors viewscreen, communications bands, everything...." "Aye sir." the man acknowledged. "You are linked. Voyager's bridge can see us ....now." Picard stood and moved toward his viewscreen showing Voyager, the Cube, the drifting Pyramid and Utopia Planetia over Jupiter's bulk. "Open a channel to the pyramid, make sure Voyager hears us." "Channel open." said a young woman at Worf's old station. Picard was taken slightly aback when he realized the big Klingon no longer served on board Enterprise, it had been seven years since he had left, but Picard always expected to hear that deep rumble ring out anyway. "This is Captain Jean Luc Picard of the Enterprise. You have invaded Federation territory. Please state the nature of your business here in this sector of space. It is my new found belief that this may have been accidental..... please respond." There was no change on the viewer to show a response of any kind from the tumbling craft. Jean Luc turned back to tactical, "Did they receive my transmission?" "Aye sir, we show signal accept echoes in subspace being reflected back along normal parameters.." "Hmmm." Picard sat in his chair. "Audio to the Borg vessel off." He waited until his order was followed. Then he turned to the Boothby scenario on his armchair screen. "What would get the attention of Borg from five hundred years into the future??" "Disaffection." Boothby answered crisply. "Anything that they don't understand or expect from an adversarial or prey species they are confronting." Picard rubbed his chin. "I wouldn't call these Borg adversarial. They haven't fired a shot back yet. But I do agree with your assessment and recommendation, Boothby." He stood, pulling down his climbing tunic further along his waistline. His voice rang out. "Has Riker reported on board yet, Ops?" "Not yet, captain." "Well, we can't wait. Prepare for saucer separation. Now. I want to see the stardrive ten thousand meters off our port bow in three minutes." he ordered. ::I am counting on that curious lack of aggression I sense in the back of my mind. These may look like Borg, but their fundamental identity is undeniably a horse of different color." Startlement faded quickly on the bridge and the command Jean Luc gave was obeyed. Picard smiled at this crew whose fear of the Borg wilted by leaps and bounds under the salve of action. "Just what the doctor ordered.." he uplifted the tea cup a young ensign handed him.::Here, Here, Beverly, whereever you are. I learned from the best.:: Picard made sure his tea's level was well down into his mug when the rolling jolt signalled the final bolts were away. Enterprise was now in two pieces. "Vent plasma from both saucer and stardrive. Make it look dire." "Sir?" Picard began to smile. "Do it." ::Janeway I hope you're watching closely. Ever heard of a kildeer? They have them in Indiana...:: "Yessir!! Engineering and secondary engineering is venting plasma off ports five, seven and nine." the helm man slid his head sideways in admiration. "Looks like a raging inferno to the outsiders, sir." "Perfect." Picard said, setting down his mug, "Open a channel once more to the pyramid." "Done sir." Picard walked five steps until his face loomed huge on the viewer pickups. "Enterprise to Borg vessel. We unconditionally offer our surrender.. I repeat. Enterprise is damaged and we surrender to your forces. Cease your current activity or we'll all die." Picard held up a hand to stave off questioning gasps and whispers from around the bridge. He could almost hear the Borg recognition across space of the memory and promise of Locutus in Picard's voice. ::Let's hope they remember their history..:: Then the image of an incredibly gigantic and ancient 8472 wavered onto the screen. It was flanked by streamline Borg of pure silver and rounded shapes. No sign of the hodge podge ragdoll designs Borg usually took was evident. ::If anything. They look like knights.:: Picard delivered his last point. The one needed. ::A bluffing tactic basic but it must still work no matter the century..:: He extended open arms. "But, if you choose. We will serve and die for your cause." The power returned to the pyramid full strength. Picard on the Enterprise all her crew and likewise, on Voyager, heard the same reply both on communications channels and in their heads telepathically in drone chorus and organo air to air sound waves. ::So that is 8472...:: he thought. It formed a single word over the universal translator on Voyager and magnified to all. ##WHYY??## -------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Picard crouched by Boothby's garden speaking with him. Image : The Stardrive section of Enterprise. Image : The viewscreen view of the saucer sector flying free of the rest of Enterprise with Picard watching. ***************************************************** From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: The Hole in the Ground~~ Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2001 21:14:46 -0000 "Get that baffling down now! We've got to make a good show!! You heard the captain..!!" Engineer Geordi LaForge shouted. He watched his team scramble to reconfigure the manifolds to vent discharging plasma and make sure the separation went smoothly. Geordi smiled as things followed through. The engineer on the saucer section was playing it safe, keeping the families behind Voyager and the stardrive even while she carried out her broken wing act. He stopped worrying about the saucer the second she thrusted clear of her clamps. That wasn't his worry anymore. ::This is Borg we're talking about. Albeit d@mned funny looking ones. I'll bet fifty credits to Data in our next poker game we're going to have to deal with that present time Cube before too long.:: He tapped his chest insignia, =^=LaForge to the bridge. We're set down here captain. All systems nominal. Saucer section reports same. You have full warp power to every station. Mark.=^= ::That goes for photons and phasers, too.:: he didn't say out loud. He had his chief's monitor on to live images and sounds from the bridge overhead where everyone could see it. ::Smart of the captain to rig Boothby that way. I don't think that would've occurred to me. But then again, that's why he's captain. I'll stick to what I know, thank you very much.:: He grimaced as he shut down a conduit venting steam into his face. "Sloppy sloppy separation!! But I do believe that one was a new record. Two minutes and fourteen seconds. Gotta wave that one in B'Elanna's face next time I see her. I'll bet she couldn't lock down her engine room for a mock breach faster than I can do this little trick." He had followed the exploits of that Maquis woman's adventures ever since Voyager released the datafiles of her logs and library to the starbase. Naturally, the Enterprise was entitled to view the info. Geordi had about five hours to pore over Chief Torres's engineering logs and recorded comments of her Voyager career to date. Her ingenuity out of tight spots was a constant source of wonder to Geordi. ::Man, I've got to buy that woman a drink one of these days. No wait, scratch that. She's expecting. OK, a Galactic Fizzler instead. We've got to compare engineering notes very soon. But .....there's the Borg to deal with.:: Deep inside, LaForge felt a little apprehension contacting the very figure he admired. "She wouldn't want to talk to me, I'm just another grease monkey of a measly galaxy class. Sure I've got transwarp systems with Big E, but she has bioneural interfaces...Man..what I could do with those...I've never even SEEN a bioneural gelpack." There was nothing further to do now except watch the images coming over his module screen through Boothby. Then he thought of something Torres might not do with her engine room staff. "Good job people. I like to see times like this everyday. After we get through all this, drinks are on me in Ten Forward!" he said loudly in a mock toast with his raktajino chrome cup. ::Oh yes, Torres you are quite the role model. Made me a better person that's for sure.:: He kept lightly on his toes to the monitor but he dove into a mission Torres once went on in the Delta Quadrant, the runaway warhead she herself had created. ::Man talk about your Frankenstein theme machinery nightmare.. I never knew Torres dabbled in wartime weaponry. Maybe that's why she was so valuable to Chakotay during her Maquis days.:: Then a voice cut through Geordi's musings, he shook his head, trying to shake it off, as did every crew member around him at their engineering stations. "Holy...mother of Goriah. What the h@ll is that?!" Geordi exclaimed. He leaned into his computer screen and saw the image of the pyramid's interior and the horrifically huge creature speaking there. ##WHYY## He shouted once more to his people who had finished their scrambling venting and ship separation tasks and were busy with just monitoring power flow. "Hey people!!! I know what caused that. Look here!!" He hit a button and the Boothby tie-in filled a newly installed giant screen above the entryway engineering doors. It was a live feed, the same one Boothby and Picard and Janeway had on their viewscreens. Geordi controlled the tight knot of anxiety in the pit of his stomach. He asked his computer library to call up information on the lifeform he was seeing in Voyager's data on his terminal and he flicked the information he found onto a split screen next to the large image displaying for his people. "Looks like we have a new alien species here. Get cracking. See what you can find out from scans of that pyramid. Power feeds, energy thresholds, temporal residues, anything the command deck might need at a moment's notice. And find out about that glowing rectangle there in the back--" Geordi cut off instantly. A flash of red and amber caught his attention. His attention was grabbed most fully. "Oh my, Data, where ever you are on Voyager. I hope you remember your Iconian code. I think that doorway's set on the Grand Canyon on Earth." He hailed Enterprise's computer, =^=Computer. Record this visual sequence grid nine nine five of the screen display on the overhead. Transmit to Captain Picard's tactical monitor.=^= He recorded the series of flashing lights he saw there activating to solidify the image of the Grand Canyon on the Iconian doorway. "Amber. Amber. Blue. Red." He moved around his chair to get closer to his monitor. "Blue. Blue. Blue. Amber. White." =^=Computer. This sequence is repeating over and over again. Inform me if it changes immediately." ##Understood. Monitoring specified visual grid.## the computer confirmed. Geordi LaForge began to feel a mix of emotion. "Just what the heck does a Borg vessel from five hundred years into the future need with a big hole in the ground?" ------------------------------------------------------- On board Voyager, Harry Kim was controlling the sweat he was feeling dripping down his back. His mind was clear but his memory of his one time 8472 infection experience had full control over his lower brain functions. ::It is there. I am here. So no problem, Harry. Keep looking at the screen. This isn't the one who attacked you. That one is dead in the Delta Quadrant. So pull yourself together.:: Harry glanced around the bridge and noted the same sweaty sheen on all bridge crew members faces. ::So, I'm not the only one to be a little nervous here.:: Then he heard that voice in reply to the Enterprise captain's shocking declaration. ##WHYY?## Harry thought aloud to himself. "Oh boy. Now we all are just like Kes. Fodder for its telepathic messages." Tuvok heard him over the intercom link in their combadge pins, "Ensign.. control your emotions. Fear has no power if you refuse to acknowledge it." Harry glanced over to the science officer and smiled in half convinced reassurance. "Thanks for the advice, I'll keep that in mind. How are you doing yourself?" Tuvok rubbed his neck thoughtfully. "My condition is nulled, ensign. The doctor has given me my usual medication to hold off the worse effects of ...my difficulty until this crisis has ended. It has worked for seven years. It can work for a while longer I surmise." ::Huh. A Pon Farr chill pill. Wish humans had something like that for cases of blind panic in the face of overpowering 8472 associational memories. Even the captain's damp about the collar.:: "Glad to here it. Tell you what. You keep an eye on me and I will you and then we have all our bases covered, sir." Tuvok merely raised an eyebrow and said nothing. Harry took that to mean an affirmative. He held up a folded shut med tricorder for emphasis and smiled. Tuvok looked away, ending the little exchange. Then Harry heard more from the ancient creature on the screen. It was addressing Picard but he had the feeling it was addressing all leaders within comm range as well, including his own ship. He saw Janeway straighten up subconsciously. ##YOU CANNOT KNOW OUR CAUSE. LEAVE US TO OUR WORK AND WE WILL KEEP THE CUBE AT BAY. WE WANT ONLY WHAT WE LEFT BEHIND ON THE PLANET.## ::That cube is from our own time. Now why would they be with the pyramid now. What could they possibly gain being there. Or were they trying to stop the pyramid when their altercation unexpectedly transferred both ships to our solar system?:: With a sinking feeling, Harry knew which planet. He hit his badge to Tuvok once more, =^=Harry to Tuvok. Look at the Iconian doorway behind it. That's Earth. The Grand Canyon. But 'when' is it?=^= Tuvok replied over badge once more, "Astute observation, Ensign. I will relay this to the captain." And he did. Likewise, Boothby relayed it to Enterprise's Boothby and Picard got the message as well. Harry stood transfixed while the bizarre telepathically boosted transmission from the 8472 continued. ##DO NOT INTERFERE, SMALL PEOPLES. WE HAVE SHUT DOWN THE SEEKER. THE ENTERPISE SHELL SHOULD NOT BE HARMED ANY LONGER. WE REGRET ANY DAMAGE...## ::What the h@ll?:: Harry wondered. Then he realized that Picard had capitalized on the unknown blue glow surrounding the tumbling pyramid, pretending hurt to his ship in order to get in contact with the odd Borg vessel. It had worked. There was no harm to the Enterprise at all he knew. That was just a ship separate and standard plasma lightshow usually performed at special events and occasions for bureaucrats. ::The pyramid doesn't know it was a faked move. Maybe because they are from the future. And don't know technologies from the past any more, like our Federation starships specs.:: Then Harry saw the being tilt it's monstrous head after one of the Borg leaned into its ear to refer information. ##YOU ARE OF THE RACE WHICH HAD LOCUTUS OF BORG. THAT ONE WAS AN AIDE TO US. PERHAPS YOUR RACE AND SHIPS CAN AIDE US AGAIN. A MELDING IS NO LONGER NEEDED TO LINK US. WE ARE LINKED NOW IN THE MIND. STATE YOUR REPLY. ENEMY OR ALLY?## The image on the Iconian doorway behind it showed the Grand Canyon moving backward through time to a very familiar sight Harry had seen on many worlds in Starfleet's library. A huge, immense crater. One usually left behind by ravaging Borg. --------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Geordi by a warpcore. Gif: The STNG logo in blue Image : A Borg crater in a desert. ******************************************************** From: Jenni-Lynn McNeill Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Mother's worry/Keeping your soul Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2001 02:00:08 -0700 (PDT) Sam followed Naomi out to the Bridge, worry written all over her face. She didn't much like what was happning, but she resolved to help wherever she could. And right now it seemed that the best place she could help was manning one of the Bridge science stations in the back. She set about looking over the sensor readings of the cube and pryamid, comparing them to preavous scans that Voyager had in it's database, looking for anything that might be of help from a science standpoint. She tried her best to put her worry for the ship, it's crew, and her daughter in the back of her mind and just work. But she wasn't a Borg drone, and couldn't compleatly block out her strong feelings about her daughter. ~I always wanted to get Naomi home, get her to see the Earth that I know, it can't end like this! I won't allow it to!~ She thought fiercely as she worked, blinking back the tears that threatned to fall over the console and blur her vision. -------------------------------------------------------- Seven fought to regain her compousure, but the strain was still ovious in her icy blue eyes as she worked at the station behind the command center. Her eyes scrolling in tandom with the information on her console, looking for any similarties between the Borg from the future and the ones she knew so well. #Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrex 01. You are flawed, imperfect, return to the perfection of the collective.# She heard in her mind. ~No! I will not return! I am an indivuial, I am one. I think for myself.~ She thought in response. #Seven of Nine, we will take Voyager, you will re-join the collective with the rest of your crew.# She heard the many voices blending into one and gripped the edges of her console tightly. ~I have a new collective, Voyager has become my new collective.~ She thought, fighting to get her voice heard above the many. #They are home now. Voyager is no more. Come back to our perfection. They have no use for you any longer. They do not care about what happens to you any longer.# Her eyes widened in shock, that couldn't be true. Could it? She wondered as her hands convulsively crushed the edges of the console, pices of it sticking into her palms, her blood running from her cuts. She backed up, removing her hands from the console in disbelief as she raised her hands and looked at them like they were someone elses. ~No, Janeway wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. Would she? What if Starfleet ordered me to be turned over to them and used as some sort of labertory experment?~ She thought worridly as her eyes looked up and fixed on the nearest members of the crew, her eyes wide with fear and looking almost to the point of frenzy herself as she felt her fragile self-controal slipping away. -------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Seven with her gloved hand. Image : Seven in sparkling leotard. Audio : J -Coffee? You look like you could use some. 7- No. J-It's a human vise you might want to try one day, keeps you sharp. 7-One day.... ************************************************************ From: Timothy J Sowards Subject : Kirk's Return Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2001 09:49:38 -0700 Scene: The Guardian Of Forever Captain James T. Kirk, Stood on the world where the Guardian Of Forever was kept. It was a secret to almost anyone where the Guardian was located. However, The Guardian had surprisingly called him and he hopped a ride on the USS Cole, a Constellation Class Starship, One of the brand new ones Starfleet had been using. "Why" He asked the Guardian. As he looked at it the Guardian answered,” Your future is in peril." Intoned the Deep Voice. "Enter and discover." "Captain, We are not sure about this. No one has entered the Guardian since your original mission and discovered it." "Lieutenant, when you wear that uniform you have made a choice. Risks are apart of the game if you wear that uniform." So Said Captain Kirk and he stepped forward and leaped into the future. ******* Bridge Enterprise E There was a ghostly appearance coming from where the main status read out was and as if by some powerful entity a figure emerged from the wall. Boothby instantly recognized him "Well I see you at least have kept all your hair." People turned around including Picard where Bootby was talking. "Boothby?" said Kirk. “Yes young man I still remember you.” Was the response from the old grizzled man. Kirk didn’t recognize anyone else not even Picard whom he wouldn’t have faced until he met up in the nexus which to James Kirk hadn’t taken place yet. “Where am I?” Boothby, the academy groundskeeper answered,” Your on the Enterprise Captain Kirk.” This was the Enterprise? A ship he was unfamiliar with. Yet it had the right name. Instead of one Command chair, there were three. Walking up to where the man presumably in charge he said,” What’s going on here?” On the Voyager Commander Riker walked with Captain Janeway to the bridge and noticed that he still had a 8472 to deal with. “Riker here Captain.” Will was given a set of orders to return to the Enterprise. “Permission to leave the bridge Captain?” He asked of Janeway. After all it was her ship. After the Commanding Officer of Voyager had given permission to disembark the Voyager, Tuvok escorted Riker to the transporter room. “I look forward to talking to you again Tuvok.” “The pleasure would be mine Commander.” Said the dark-skinned Vulcan Officer. Riker nodded and was beamed to the Enterprise. On the Enterprise. “Captain, transporter room reports Commander Riker is safely beamed aboard.” Came Mr. Daniels, the Tactical Officer. To Kirk this fellow named Riker must be the man’s first officer. “I’m Captain James Kirk, It looks like we have a situation here. What do you need?” Riker exited a turbolift and walked onto the bridge. He was surprised to see someone from the past. He shook his head. It might be a hallucination he couldn’t be sure. After all where Q was concerned. “Riker, William T Reporting for duty Captain.” He said walking up next to Captain Picard. “James Kirk.” Jim said introducing himself while looking at the screen. Whatever it was the Borg appeared to be responsible for the moment. How Kirk got here Riker didn’t know. He decided to brief Jean-Luc on the situation. “Sir, There appears to be a 8472 onboard one of those craft. Presumably the Borg Pyramid. According to Starfleet’s Reports from Voyager Species 8472 is the blood enemy of the Borg.” Picard gave a surprised look at His first Officer. “Quite so Captain. And it appears, Q is involved.” That really got Kirk's interest. At the mention of a single letter of the alphabet Kirk was puzzled. What did a single letter of the alphabet have anything to do with their pickle that they were in? ----------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Kirk in the Star Trek II uniform. Image: Riker in close up, dress uniform. ***************************************************************** From: "Samantha ." Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Batten down the hatches and latch the doors Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2001 21:42:59 -0000 Owen stood behind the rail that divided the upper and lower deck of Voyager's bridge. He stood there silently watching Captain Janeway in action. A jumble a thoughts raced through his mind as his eyes fell on the PADD he held in his left hand. On the view screen the giant Borg pyramid loomed in the distance, no longer a big threat, yet it was still a threat. Scanning the bridge, Tom caught his eye and Admiral Paris stood and watched as he worked, as Captain Janeway had said in there first communique, "admirably". Just then, a perverbial flash of light flashed before him and a scene from the past took it's place. ***** "If I've told you once I've told you a million times, Owen! He's just a little boy, barely started second grade and here you are pushing him like on of your students!" cried Mrs. Paris. A look of anger was mixed with the red that the emotion usually brought. She had her arms crossed and was looking at her husband. Earlier that day, there 8 year old son Tom was sent home after getting into a fight with one of his peers. His father was called at Headquarters and asked to pick him up. In a fit of dissapointment, the then Rear Admiral had yelled at his son and lectured him on the importance of obeying your seniors officers. Yet, this was irrelivent in the case the Tom was just a child and wouldn't be entering the academy for some time. This didn't stop his father at all and when his mother got home, it was her turn to lecture, but this time it was the Admiral and not Tom. "He needs to learn not to fight with kids his age, older, or any age. Tom is lucky enough to be born unto this family and I expect him to uphold that honor. A long line of great officers have come before him and he has the potential to surpass them all." Owen kept his voice calm as he spoke to his wife, the expression on her face unchanged. She had uncrossed her arms and was leaning them against the counter top in the Starfleet/California style home. A compromise made when they first were married. Seeing that she wasn't going to go on, he continued. "I knew from the very day he was born that he was destined to follow in his late relatives footsteps..." he was cut off. "From the first day he was born? You weren't even there! There were other matters out there that needed your attention than the birth of your only son!" she exploded at him. Grabbing up her jacket, Mrs. Paris quickly left there home. Owen knew she would be back, she always came back after they had a fight like this. Turning around to leave the room Owen noticed a small figure dash from his hiding spot behind the wall. The little pitter patter of feet could be heard running down the hall and then the unmistakable swish of a door opening, but not closing. Walking quietly down the hall, he leaned slowly around the corner and peered into the room. There was Tom sitting at the edge of his bed, wooden ship in hand, a silent tear falling from his cheek. Not having the courage to confront the tiny boy, Owen closed the door and with a heavy heart went back into the living area. ***** The mystical look escaped from the Admiral's eyes as the current situation came back to him. The bridge was no shown to him in vivid color and the actions of the people around him were uncommonly detailed to his trained senses. A trait that he developed after the fight he had with his wife that day almost 20 years ago. No detail went unlooked to this seasoned veteran. In a way, though, this "sixth sense" had failed him. He now realized that every action his son took had the same effect on him. He never saw the hardships, the struggle...all he saw was a head strong pilot not willing to put his skills to use. That had cost him a relationship with his only son. Something that would have to be made up, and soon. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Locutus on screen. Image: Season Two faded effect cast shot. Image: Crescent faces of crew over Voyager faded effect. Image : Gif created-- Saving Ensign Harry in the style of Saving Private Ryan movie poster.. :) Image : Admiral Owen Paris.. Close up. ************************************************************************* From: "robert catrair" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] try this Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2001 22:54:45 -0000 While Worf is typing on the console to finger out what the other ships in the space station was doing for the fighting. As he was putting in his code for the maine Tactical data to come on his console.there was a download of information from the damage pyramid, "What, Captain there is a download from the damage borg ship, with the full tactical purpose of this attack." AS Worf pored over this information,he ask commander Tuvok to help and transfer The information to his station. Also he found ut the reason the Temporal door way on earth,and the one on the ship are acting like magnets pulling at each other to close the door way as fast as we can, to stop the explosion of two forces interacting on one and the other. At this time Worf inform the captains what is happening with the door ways, permission to fire a full spread st the falling ship and the door way on Earth! ________________________________________________________________________ At the next second As Worf was setting the photons torpedo to trace and fire on permission.Boothby Said "you are wrong with the information commander Worf." "what" as Worf look at the hologram to try and figure out what he was saying. "continue please" came out of Worf Mouth. The Item on earth and the item on the destroyed Pyramid,are working to together to open a bigger doorway for more Borg's Pyramids to come threw." How can we stop this from happing Boothby?" Worf asked. Well try to counter the frequency from the two door ways. This is working on overloading the temporal doors, but not closing them. They are opening wider to let them in. "Boothby, what is happening to the door ways?" *********************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Take your "Q" from me... Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2001 08:13:27 -0000 Q appeared right off Riker's left elbow. "Hello Reeker. How's it hangin?" And he tugged on the commander's short beard. "Haven't seen you since the tribunal hearing for my mortality wishing, suicidal counterpart with Janeway three of your years ago. But then again you wouldn't have any memory of that. Janeway made me promise not to tamper with the timelines again. Don't know why I listened to her then. He died anyway." Then Q noticed the new captain in their midst. "Ah... the genuine article you might say.. Hello Jimmy? Sorry to hear about your pointy eared side kick but then again you Starfleeters are so fond of the ultimate sacrifice scenarios, aren't you? Well, don't you fret. Mr. Straightlaced is going to make a comeback before you know it." He looked into James Kirk's hazel eyes deeply, as if searching there for some deep character mettle he enjoyed in Picard. "Huh,.. I'd hate to be a Borg and facing this one." Q straightened again, whirling around to face Captain Janeway, "Nice going , Kathy. How'd you drum him up? I'd say this stocky fellow's got the right stuff, might as well get up and hand over your command to Kirky before it's too late." Q made a slow circuit of the bridge. "Worf! Good to see you again, but I'm afraid your paranoid guesses about your Borg buddies in the Pretty Pyramid aren't a prelude to an invasion force. There's nothing on your humans' pathetic little planet that could possible interest them. You should listen to Harry here. He's got the right of it. Why, these future fozzies have told you themselves they only want what was left behind on the planet.. Any firing on your part Woofie, will simply answer their question to you all wondering if you are ally or enemy to them." Q kicked the Cube mentally and it spun about in space, "Now these guys are the ones you should be concerned with in your own personal sandbox. These garden variety Borg DO want you, Worf, and this vessel in the manner in which you are accustomed. They are, excuse me, were, hunting down their future cousins out of sheer territoriality." Q went over to Seven who was struggling to control barely veiled emotions, "Dear Seven's got a little problem. The Cube is mailing her threatening psychic taunts in order to gain her enhanced nanoprobes she's modified over the years since she became an individual. Now this,.. surely is the dangerous thing you should be watching Woof. If Cube Borg were to get Seven's unique Borg blood, Nothing could stop them, not even your beloved Klingon Empire." Q stood before the main viewer eyeing up the commlink and the 8472 speaking there to all on Voyager and the Enterprise. "Hello dehydrated dinosaur. We meet again. So glad you found your lost item. I figured the clues I left behind for you leading to the Grand Canyon were large enough for you to drive a black hole through. Now don't harm these Earth people or I shall be very put off. Just take your property,...NEATLY, from down there, then leave.. I will hold off your Cube Cousins from shredding your rears while you dig. So, hop to, 8472, that means....YOU.. Oh yes, I should take my cue from you before it's due.... Oh you landing away teams will find out before too long. That cute little girlie over there with the datapadds by her mother's smarter than the lot of you. Go to Earth. Go see what the Iconian door is REALLY for.. " He looked at Worf skeptically, "Invasion force indeed," he grunted sacastically, "Huh.. Go beat up on that Cube if you're ire is up." Q decided he'd stay for the duration. He crafted himself a hammock attached to nothing and got into it with a pair of shades and a tropical drink. "Ohhh. this is going to be fun... an extended vacation on the bridge. I doubt you'll solve the mystery of the Canyon that easily without this fellow's help.. And Q metamorphosed into an eerie likeness of one of the people present on the bridge. Everyone looked at him in reflex and got a crooked smile in return back. Q just laughed. "Ah,.. this is more fun than pestering Picard. I don't believe I've EVER just sat back and truly watched the primitives ...well.... proddle along with their day to day existence. Don't mind me.. I promise I won't get in anyone's way. Except for the Borg squares, no attack of theirs will reach Earth, I promise you captain, er...captains.. Continuum's honor." ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Q as a ghastly Data. Image : Lcars screen showing Earth data. Image: A Borg collage in cool greens and blacks. *************************************************************** From: "Cory Anda" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Face to Face Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2001 19:05:01 -0000 >##YOU ARE OF THE RACE WHICH HAD LOCUTUS OF BORG. THAT ONE >WAS AN AIDE TO US. PERHAPS YOUR RACE AND SHIPS CAN AIDE >US AGAIN. A MELDING IS NO LONGER NEEDED TO LINK US. WE ARE >LINKED NOW IN THE MIND. STATE YOUR REPLY. ENEMY OR ALLY?## >The image on the Iconian doorway behind it showed the Grand >Canyon moving backward through time to a very familiar >sight Harry had seen on many worlds in Starfleet's library. >A huge, immense crater. One usually left behind by ravaging >Borg. Chakotay's mind reeled, ::The Borg ravished Earth before?:: Why? And Why only in the Grand Canyon? We had no technology to speak of back then.:: Then the moment reasserted itself on the Commander. He addressed the giant 8472 on the screen behind the doorway showing the canyon of the past. Chakotay got to his feet, moving forward into the view screen pickups. "As the Enterprise leader has said, Allies." ::I have to go along with this so Picard can do what he is planning.:: He went on. "Do you see our weapons bared? No. Our numerous societies are founded on mutual understanding. It is the basis of the principles behind the Federation. Obviously, that area of Earth was seen by your people, 8472, long before there ever was a Federation. That looks to be a very long time into the past. Let us travel there with your people to help you find whatever you are seeking." ##WHY SHOULD YOU DO THIS FOR US? OUR CUBE ANCESTORS HAVE USED YOU AS PREY. WOULD YOU NOT SEEK REVENGE UPON US FOR THAT REASON?## the old creature near the Iconian doorway asked. Chakotay glanced around the room, "We pride ourselves at times for being a tolerant species. Tuvok, of Vulcan, our science officer, is one who could tell you the validity of that. His people and mine, made it possible to even HAVE a Federation. You yourself did not attack here today. We've never seen a Borg Pyramid vessel before today. So there will be no fighting today. It's that simple." Q started applauding from his hammock. Chakotay glared at him. ::That did sound like one of Kirk's speeches, now didn't it?:: the omnipotent being mused. Chakotay moved toward James Kirk, noting the strange captain's presence with a cordial nod. He motioned Tuvok over to give the Enterprise captain all he needed to know about everything to date. Tuvok showed Kirk data logs and visuals of all events up to current. Tuvok addressed Kirk, "Here is the information you should know about Voyager and her status. Our journey to date, has been interesting to say the least. That being on the main view screen is of a Species who conquered the Borg in their home space in the Delta Quadrant. Here is the relevant data we've learned about them. Howeever, this pyramid and why that 8472 is aboard her is just a mystery to us as it must appear to be to you Captain Kirk. We are equally in the dark. Any insight you may have to offer or option is welcome, sir." Chakotay paid no attention to Tuvok's getting Kirk up to speed. He offered the 8472 something else. "Perhaps we could talk directly, with you as our guest aboard Voyager. I am sure our flight deck is large enough to hold you. Let us...share information and perhaps we could help each other in this endeavor of yours." ##FACE TO FACE COMMUNICATION IS THE TRUEST FORM. I SHALL ARRIVE AT YOUR SIGNAL. STATE DESIGNATION AND LOCATION. I AM CALLED PRIMARY.## Chakotay moved to stand near Paris, "Tom, take us to station keeping, fifty kilometers off the Pyramid's hull. Hold stationary for transporter beaming." "Aye sir." Paris replied. ::I just wonder where the hell B'Elanna is for all of this. She'll eat this doorway into the past stuff up.:: "Voyager moving out to specified orbit. Enterprise is matching." Chakotay glanced up at the split screen. "Captain Picard. You and members of your crew are welcome to join us Cargobay Two. Coordinates are 12 47 32 09. Primary? Did you receive the transporter coordinates?" ##THE DATA IS RECEIVED. I BRING THE DOORWAY.## Tom's mind raced at that. And he saw his father startle too. Kirk instinctively looked up from the datascreen Tuvok was showing him about the 8472 species. Kirk thought. ::A guardian of forever like portal here?:: Chakotay glanced at Janeway then. "We shall await you there in one half hour of our time measurements." He saw Picard nod that he had heard and the Enterprise screen went audio silent while he conferred with Riker and Data near him. ##I SEE THE INCREMENT IN YOUR MIND. I WILL BE THERE ALONE.## Chakotay saw the pyramid image on the main viewscreen wink out. He looked over to Kathryn, "Well, did I just offer our throat to an eighteen meter high pair of 8472 teeth? Or did I forward our understanding of our future Borg spokesperson's escapades?" "And what about these Iconian touch pad sequences Enterprise's engineer relayed over to us? >"Amber. Amber. Blue. Red." >Geordi had moved around his chair to get closer to >his monitor. >"Blue. Blue. Blue. Amber. White." (he had said) Chakotay glanced at both Captains. "Might be keying sequences opening and closing the doorway portal. If we knew that and asked Picard what they meant, maybe we'd have an edge in case this meeting goes sour on us." Janeway stood from her center seat and opened her mouth to say,.... ---------------------------------------------------------------- Tom Paris waved over his junior officer. "Take the conn." A young lieutenant slid into Paris's place neatly. "Commander Chakotay, I respectfully ask to be present in the Cargobay. I ..know I might not be able to offer much in the way of expertise..." he glanced at his idol, James Kirk, "But.. another pair of eyes is always good.." Chakotay chuckled. "And I'm sure the doc will love to see Primary in person as well, if only to feed his medical curiosity." The Commander glanced around the bridge at Sam, Naomi, Kirk Seven, and Troi. "Anyone can come. After all, we are home. Who am I to say who has to stay behind and who goes to Earth?" Tom Paris hid his emotion. He filed behind those leaving the bridge, wiping nervous hands on his trousers. He did get the courage to stand by his father and wait in respectful silence for their turn into the turbolift. They were the last pair to go inside the next empty turbolift. Tom noticed the letter in Admiral Paris's hand, "It's good to see you again Admiral... I mean....Dad. What's that? Already two steps ahead of Captain Janeway's command crew regarding this new Borg "Threat"?" ::That was really warm and family like stupid.::Tom thought to himself. ::Far better than a trivial hug now wasn't it.:: Paris cleared his throat nervously. Then he met his father's eyes directly for the first time since Voyager was lost. ::My God. He's looking so old now.:: Then Tom extended his hand, which somehow turned into an awkward embrace. Unexpected tears stung his eyes. "God, it's really good to see you.. How's mom? I know I didn't return any of her letters once I was interred into that New Zealand penal colony seven years ago." ------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Chakotay and B'Elanna in Maquis clothes. Image: Tom Paris kissing Torres. ******************************************************* From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] The purple monster and the door Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2001 19:10:37 -0000 I was next to Mum. She was said about 7 for something. I went over to 7. 7! 7! Are thos robots hurting your head? Don't let them! Have Worf shoot the Cube ship. Make them stop! I called the hollow doctor to come over to 7. Doctor! Doctor! 7 is hearring things again from the robots. I thougt you fixed all the machine bits inside of her to be good. 7 is scared and so am I for her. "What is the problem, Naomi Wildman?" the EMH specified. He drew out his medical scanner and aimed it at the shaken blond woman. "Seven of Nine. How long has this link to the Borg Cube been active? I thought we had terminated your recall link to any Borg Collective once you found your abandoned home ship the Raven and it was destroyed. Your new cortical processor from Icheb should be free of Borg taps." The physician scanned Seven of Nine's cranium and frowned. "Hmmm. Apparently, I missed something." He reached into his medical kit and pulled out a hypospray. "This inhibitor should counteract any transmissions the Cube may send you but I need your permission to treat you first. May I?" The bald doctor held out the spray to Seven meaningfully. I watched the hollow doctor talk to my friend. She just had to say yes. Had to! I didn't like the sad look on 7s face. I ran to mum and hugged her. Mum! Make the robots go away. They are hurting 7. Mum hugged me and didnt let go. Then she showed me what Chakoty and Kirk were saying on the bridg. I thought over again. Maybe the purple monster wasnt a bad guy on that funny looking robot ship. I realy wanted to see that time door thing. I could get into it. I was big enough. I then thougt I was being silly. I had been on a Borg ship before. To rescue 7 last year with Ginan. But that was in the old story. This was the new one. I ran to Chakotys side. You said anyone can go. You did you did! Mum and me can go, cant we mum? I want to meet the monster. What is his name again? Primerry. And I want to see Earth. My dad may be there. But Chakoty had already walkd into the lift and was gone with the crew who wanted to go see to. I went to mums side and 7s. Come on! come on! Lets go down there. 7, let the doctor fix you so we can go. Then I saw Captain Kirk. I went over to him. Hi Kirky. Is that your real name? Queue called you that. I like your shirt. That maroon sweater looks warm. How do you do up the front? You have a corner flopping down. And I fixed it up for him so the jacket lookd real neat. Are you coming to see Primerry to Captain? I dont know where you came from but captains are captains, like my Auntie Kath uh I mean Captain Janeway and we have to do first contackt always. I took his hand and led him from Tuvok to the lift. Are you coming with 7 and mum and me to see the monster and the door? I knew Captain Kirk was very famous. Mum had studied him for her officer school at the Akademey. I saw his hollow picture once in her book about the old Enterprise. I felt very small near him. Could my dad be like him? __________________________________________________________ (attachment) Image : Naomi Wildman as a Borg. ********************************************************** From: Cassidy Meyers Date: Sun Apr 29, 2001 7:49 pm Subject: B.C. Troi barely contained a grin when she saw Captain Picard appear on Voyager's monitor. His coolly calm emotions were a balm to her inner turmoil. She acknowledged Worf's order to keep getting impressions from the strange future Borg Ambassador , "Yes, sir. I will let you know if I feel anything more. So far, I am getting nothing more than a burning curiosity and an overlaying sense of impatience to get on with a task. What that task is, I cannot tell." Deanna saw Worf nod at her report. He was very busy keeping tactical data flowing from both the Cube's position and the Pyramid's. Then both of them looked up to Picard's startling surrender declaration. Deanna curbed her verbal reaction. ::Captain Picard's not stressed. He's in no danger... So why is he..:: Then the counselor knew with absolute certainty. ::He's trying to get a response. An open communication. We can't outgun the Borg right now, nor touch their technology it seems. So he's biding his time, weighing a potential enemy.:: Then Troi saw Chakotay take on another command tactic. A definitely less adversarial one then one might expect should this contact have been made with the Cube instead. Of that ship. Deanna could feel only tenative probing. ::The Cube wants 7. They are drowning her even as...:: Then she saw the EMH already offering Seven a hypo of relief. ::Good.:: Deanna thought. ::But I don't think it would be a good idea for her to join the away team to the cargo bay and the Primary. The impressions she might get may be overwhelmingly Borg. It may do more harm then good for her. But that decision is up to Seven. Chakotay did say that going to Earth is out of command crew decision spheres." Then she looked at Q lounging away in his hammock, hands folded into a pillow behind his head, drinking in the bridge activity like water. She spoke aloud to him. "Just what do you get out of all this , Q? Does a history of tormenting lesser species somehow seem insufficient to entertain you now days? Now, you are throwing clues and hints, lording it over all of us while we deal with a new potentially dangerous situation!" Q just looked at her. But he did lower his drink and stopped slurping on its straw. Deanna went on, "I know you didn't bring the Borg here. And I appreciate you keeping the Borg Cube hounds at bay. But why don't you do something useful like...bring back some of the dead we've suffered if you want to feel useful..!!!" Deanna Troi threw frustrated hands up into the air and followed Chakotay's lead into the turbolift. -------------------------------------------------------- Cargobay Two was well lit. Chakotay and Tuvok had made sure that the temperature was well within tolerance for every humanoid on board. For the 8472 Primary, their efforts made little difference. ::Heh. heh. 8472 can survive periods in open space from what I've learned from Tuvok and Boothby.:: the counselor thought. ::So any life support concerns for him are wasted..:: she chuckled. The far space door was ajar and open stars and the yawning orange face of Jupiter loomed just in sight. The cold vacuum was contained behind the glowing blue forcefield of Voyager's integrity field. ::Beautiful planet. Now let's hope the Primary's purpose is just as noble. I'm sick of having enemies.:: Then the Cargobay was ready. All Voyager and Enterprise officers who wanted to attend the momentous meeting were there and it was time for the beaming. The Primary appeared in a blink without transporter energy fanfare. He was simply just....there in the next blink. The flat Iconian door clutched in his claws. The time door was still showing the Borg crater that was true heart of the Grand Canyon and now, Deanna saw that the time was one million years into the past. Boothby had diciphered Geordi's sent Iconian light pad sequences. His ever presence monitor screen was showing translations of the amber red and blue characters streaming under the Primary's control station under his other claw. ##I COME. I WILL SHOW ANY ONE WHO WILL JOURNEY WHAT WE SEEK.## Deanna leaned over to Chakotay, "I am still sensing no deceit or anomosity of any kind. Just an openess of sharing. The Primary truly believes in his cause, commander." Deanna stepped forward, "I will accompany you, Primary. I've, always wanted to see a brontosaurus up close.." she joked. The counselor waited for others to gather around her as well or speak further with the pyramid ambassador. She felt herself get picked up by the sixteen meter high 8472 and tossed into the Iconian portal. --------------------------------------------------- She landed in hot dusty sand. "Well thank goodness it's not an Ice Age a million years ago." She gained her feet and her mouth fell open when she saw the 8472 pop into being, towering over her. ##YOU ARE THE FIRST. THE OTHER PEOPLES NEED THEIR SIMPLE TECHNOLOGIES FOR THE JOURNEY. I WILL BRING THEM WHEN THEY ARE READY. I AM AT THEIR DISPOSAL.## Troi followed the Primary's line of pointing of one dripping claw. ##SHE IS THERE. UNDER THE MOUNTAIN. THE ONE WHO BIRTHED US ALL.## The 8472 flashed an image into Deanna's mind of a child; half Borg- half 8472 female curled into a fetal ball beneath hundreds of meters of transporter shielding ferrous rock. ::Oh my god. She's a Borg Queen? No wait, a hybrid of 8472 and Borg?:: ##SHE IS AS WE WERE. IN THE BEGINNING, BORG AND 8472 WERE ONE. HER ILLNESS IS WHY WE BECAME TWO PEOPLES AND HER LACK OF RESPONSE TO OUR PRAYERS MADE US BECOME TWO ENEMIES IN WAR.## The counselor fervently wished everyone had entered the Iconian doorway with her. ::Knowing this 8472 technology, they probably are watching me and the primary through the doorway while they make preparations for their away mission here.:: ##NOW WE HAVE FOUND HER. BUT THE BORG ANCESTORS IN THE CUBE WOULD DESTROY HER TO SAVE THEIR PRIMITIVE COLLECTIVE. EVEN NOW, THEY SEEK SEVEN OF NINE.## "What?" Deanna whispered. In the distance of the dawn canyon, she heard a T-Rex roar. She retreated into the cave mouth the Primary had pointed to for safety's cover. "But first, I think we're going to have to deal with that, ambassador. The creatures of this time look sort of like you.. only meaner I suspect." ##OH?## ----------------------------------------------------- Attachment troi and worf.jpg Attachment BAYDOORS.WAV Attachment lcarsVoyagersciencepanel.gif ***************************************************** From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Drawing Closer. Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2001 21:42:37 +0100 >Q straightened again, whirling around to face Captain >Janeway, "Nice going , Kathy. How'd you drum him up? >I'd say this stocky fellow's got the right stuff, >might as well get up and hand over your command to >Kirky before it's too late." Janeway turned her head sharply, "Back Off, Q," she said, resorting to her angry tone of voice. >Tuvok addressed Kirk, "Here is the information you should know >about Voyager and her status. Our journey to date, has been >interesting to say the least. That being on the main view screen >is of a Species who conquered the Borg in their home space in >the Delta Quadrant. Here is the relevant data we've learned >about them. Howeever, this pyramid and why that 8472 is aboard >her is just a mystery to us as it must appear to be to you Captain >Kirk. We are equally in the dark. Any insight you may have to offer >or option is welcome, sir." Janeway looked intently on the console in the centre of the two command chairs. Ignoring Tuvok's disregard for Protocol. Asking Captain 'Rodeo' Kirk for his opinion... on her Bridge. Janeway smiled inwardly, Tuvok had lived during his era... But the Captain was getting tired of Kirk syndrome. And no way in hell would she be turning over Command of Voyager to Kirk... >Chakotay saw the pyramid image on the main viewscreen wink out. >He looked over to Kathryn, "Well, did I just offer our throat >to an eighteen meter high pair of 8472 teeth? Or did I >forward our understanding of our future Borg spokesperson's >escapades?" The Captain offered a short smile to Chakotay, "8472 has negotiated before," Janeway considered, "And I would prefer to think you just volunteered to lead a diplomatic first contact," she paused, rethinking her words, finally she settled back into her chair. Janeway listened as Chakotay got going, about Iconian technology. She stood up, and rested her hands against the front railing. Her First Officer was obviously expecting her to say something. "Chakotay, take whomever wishes to be present, organise transports," she paused, "I'll work on our fall back and join you later," she nodded. If Chakotay was puzzled by Kathryn's sudden withdrawal from the First Contact,he didn't hesitate. Janeway watched Tom leave the Bridge With Admiral Paris. "Tuvok, Report to the Shuttle bay, and escort Mr Locarno to the Bridge," she said. "My, Kathy, Don't tense up now.." Q Offered. Kathryn crossed the bridge, her bridge, and stood very close to Q, close enough for him to feel her breathing,as he swung on his hammock. "Listen Carefully Q," her voice was quiet, "I'm only going to say this once," she straightened up. "This is my ship Q, and right now, you are on by Bridge...so either help out," she paused, "Or get out," Captain Janeway turned to Kirk, "Welcome Aboard, Captain," she nodded. ------------------------------------------ The Captain had been monitoring status reports for some time, and found time to call up the visual sensor on Cargobay Two. Quickly she decided, they should all be there, since the threat of attack from the Pyramid was less and less likely. A pang of regret came over her, she still hadn't called Phoebe or her Mother. Or Mark. It was rare, that Kathryn allowed her mind to wander to thoughts of anything but the job at hand, a coping mechanism... This was the first lapse, in several years. Voyager was home - they were all home. But one of their most important, and hard hitting missions was coming to boil at the doorstep. Janeway returned to the Captain's chair, and watched her monitor. She gripped the armrest of her chair, waiting, indecsion was not a good thing to come on now... Janeway stood up, waiting for something to happen... before she headed down to the Cargo Bay, she needed something to happen...to justify her staying on the bridge for so long, and not running down immediately. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Attachment) Image : Janeway and Chakotay in the cargobay. Image : mischievious smirk close up of Janeway with starfield behind her. ************************************************************************* From: "Samantha ." Subject: You don't know what you've got until its gone Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2001 21:29:25 -0000 Admiral Paris clung tightly to the letter that he had for so long held in his hand. He could hear Voyager's first officer subconsciously in his mind. Shaking the thoughts of the past from his head, Owen nodded to Janeway and the newly arrived James Kirk. That was a temporal mistake that he would save for Headquarters to figure out. "I wish you luck Kathryn. If any Captain in the fleet can handle this situation, it's you." Smiling a little, and little over exaggerating it, he came into line beside Tom. It was a tense moment for the both of them as he could see. He glanced over at his son and saw how much he had grown since they last met. His features had aged through learning and wisdom, something Owen thought that he would never see. Finally they were next to enter the lift. Owen dropped his hands to his side and stared straight ahead. He thought of things to say at that moment. Something that could sum up seven years in one instant. Nothing came to mind. >"It's good to see you again Admiral... I mean....Dad. What's that? >Already >two steps ahead of Captain Janeway's command crew regarding >this new Borg >"Threat"?" The sound startled him at first, but he quickly composed himself. After a few moments he answered, still looking ahead. "It's good to see you too Tom..." motions to PADD, "this is a letter for you from...me. I knew that I could never tell you what I thought face to face, heaven knows it's my worst virtue, so I wrote it down. Infact, I wrote it down almost a year ago. I revised the text after I read your letter." his voice wavered a bit as he turned to look at Tom, his only son. The one he had been pushing away since he was born. He saw a pained look in his eye that quickly faded. >Then Tom extended his hand, which somehow turned into an awkward >embrace. >Unexpected tears stung his eyes. "God, it's really good to >see you.. How's >mom? I know I didn't return any of her letters once I >was interred into >that New Zealand penal colony seven years ago." "Your mother's doing well." he saw Tom blink a few times and anger arose inside of him out of habit. It quickly dispated as the memories of the past few years came to him. All the times that he wanted to let the tears flow. He held those emotions in. "She never gave up on you. Every day she would tell me that you were still alive and that you were going to come home. Heaven forbid she doesn't turn the waterworks to full when she sees you." he looked into Tom's eyes as a rare smile crossed his face. He noticed the glossy look in his eyes and couldn't surpress the urge anymore. He quickly embraced his son and they stood there for what seemed like forever. "I want to apologize for everything that I have done or said to hurt you. I guess the saying proves true...you don't know what you've got until it's gone." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Reginald Barclay by Admiral Owen's side at Project Pathfinder Image : A gloomy Tom at a Cargobay console. Gif : Pips of rank: Admiral's Gif : pips of Rank : lieutenant's *********************************************************************** END WEEK SIXTEEN RECAP 04-30-01 {voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} WEEK SEVENTEEN RECAP 04-30-01 (voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com} ******************************************************* From: Jeff Seltun Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Precursors Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2001 23:47:44 -0700 (PDT) Picard turned his head as his executive officer entered the stardrive bridge. "Take a seat Number One. Mr. LaForge assures me that my ship will be back in one piece again before you can tug down your uniform.." His eyes twinkled. "Good to see you again Commander." Sure enough, both officers felt the deep chung of hull bolts and clamps mate into place and the Enterprise was whole once again. Picard hit his combadge, "This is the captain to all hands. Our manuever has been successful. Our solar system visitors have offered a truce for a while. But maintain yellow alert only. I have it on the be-..firmish..authority that the Borg Cube will not be bothering us. Picard out." Jean Luc mumbled under his breath, "Wish I could say the same for Q." At the helm Data actually chuckled. Picard raised an eyebrow, "Commander Data. Have you still got that emotion chip of Soong's in your positronic net?" The chair spun around and Data was in his usual crisp mustard yellow uniform, "Yes, sir. I have grown used to its functioning for longer and longer periods of time. I believe my "father" was successful in adapting a suitable matrix for me. There is a probability of 84 % that I will be able to use it twenty four hours a day seven days a week in four point three four months time when all of my polaron relays are finishing recompiling around the circuit. You could say, I would be "thrilled" on that day sir." "Glad to hear it." Picard smiled. "Keep that Tie-in with the pyramid and with Voyager secure. I want it patent 24/7." "Understood sir." "Oh and Data. Q seems to think that you would be a valuable commodity on the away mission shaping up through the Iconian time door. How fluent are you in the geology of the Grand Canyon, say...one million years ago." Data tilted his head, "Accessing. Got it. Or rather, don't got it. Ha. ha." The smile shut off on his face like a switch and he was once more pure android, "Apparently, no one in the history of the whole Geological Survey has thought to include such study of the region for that particular time frame. My guess is that no one deemed it important, sir." "It is now. Speculate and extrapolate geological maps using what data you do know and the information being routed through Geordi's link of that time door." the captain ordered. "Yes sir." And Data returned to his board. Picard got to his feet and crossed over to Captain James Kirk who was standing on his bridge. "You do seem to get around. First on Voyager's bridge holding that little girl's hand, then here with us... No doubt we've Q to thank for your ability to be two places at once, captain." Q popped in, "Well somebody's got to keep the story flowing smoothly now doesn't one? Think nothing of it..." and he popped out again. Jean Luc held out his hand and took Kirk's. "Welcome to the USS Enterprise...E.." he enunciated. The fifth letter impressed the original Enterprise captain as the being with the single one did not. At Kirk's obvious blank look regarding Q, Picard elaborated, "A sort of omnipotent galatic baffoon. Always tampering with the human course of history... He has a penchant for dogging starship captains and making a thorough nuisance of himself." Picard released Kirk's grip and sat down again, offering Kirk the counselor's chair. "Quite frankly, I am surprised he's never bothered you yet. Feel honored. You don't want to be on the receiving end of Q's charms." Q's sunglassed mug appeared hovering between the two captain's chairs in front of Kirk, Picard and Riker. "I heard that pickled peccary." Just as suddenly he winked out. Picard sighed, "Q has even reached the USS Voyager's commanding officer, Captain Kathryn Janeway and offered to be the father of her child when she was still sixty thousand light years out in the Delta Quadrant." Kirk's look said it all. Jean Luc set down his datapadd, "Nothing came of it fortunately. Q found a suitable companion of his own.... species if that is what we can term him. They all have the same name... Q." Data spun around on a thought, "Yes, odd that. Q seems to be rather fond of being unique and set apart from the others in the continuum. I am surprised another letter hasn't taken to his fancy sooner." Picard grumbled, "X would be nice. Good solid concept there." Data and the others glanced around the bridge as if expecting a sudden heavenly protest but Q remained absent. "Looks like Q is occupied. With what I wonder?" the android asked curiously. Then the image on the viewer changed. To the Voyager cargobay. All three saw the Primary being pick up Counselor Troi and tossed her gently through the doorway. Picard and Kirk and Riker all stood in mild outrage. Data merely looked at them. "Well, Counselor Troi did volunteer first, sir. You could say that she was "flying" to be there.." And his chuckles of raw simulated humor filled the bridge. Even Captain Picard started moving for the exit, smiling in spite of himself, "Ahh, Mr. Data.. Your wit is cutting today." "Thank you sir, I've been taking lessons from a number of comediac holoprograms from Boothby sir." Picard stopped on a dime, "Boothby counsels bridge officers on how to be funny?" he asked. Boothby himself answered, "Oh yes, sometimes, laughter is the best medicine, I do believe a Guinan was my programmer for that area. She said that at least fifteen percent of all civilizations in the galaxy use humor and variations thereof to talk to strangers in first contact situations." "Really..." Picard droned, doubtfully. "Oh yes," Boothby and Data said in stereo. They both looked at each other. "Well, I don't think that vein of vocal enhancement is going to get anywhere with either the Primary or the Borg. And Q just might get irritated and...turn us all into floormats or something dire. Please refrain from using that programming bent, Data." "Yes, sir. But may I keep the laugh track?" Data asked eagerly. Picard sighed, ::It'll hurt him now if I say no...D&mned chip.:: He smiled politely, "Of course you may. It may encourage others." ::I hope.:: the captain wished. "Commander Riker, Data, and.. Captain Kirk, you're with me. Chakotay has earned us quite the invitation. Shall we go see what's out there? But first, Data, inform Starfleet Command of our status and Mr. Boothby, tie in everything on that main viewer to Starfleet Headquarters and to Utopia. No doubt they want to know exactly why the Borg are on their doorstep, ringing the doorbell. Let's give them the answers they seek before they crash the party too soon." "Aye sir." Boothby and Data said. Data dipped his head to Boothby, "No, after you, sir. You call them." Boothby slipped too, into his politeness mode, "No, after you sir." "No you first, sir. I insist." Data offered just as mild. "You are faster than I." "We've never tested that. You were asked first." Boothby grinned toothily to Data. "Age before fabricated simulation of asthetic appeal." Data countered. Picard shook his head at that one, blinking. His head began to hurt. "Are you talking about my hololifespan or my real one. If the former, you are older by--" The gardener began. Picard burst into speech, "Gentlemen. Gentlemen. Stop. I order you to use politeness only when necessary with people. You two are in crunch time, so refrain. Efficiency is of the essence here..." he poked mildly. Both Data and Boothby blinked for several seconds. "Okay, pruneface. Flip you for it." Data interjected. "Righto, fleshless dummy. Heads or tails." Boothby added. Captain Picard died a thousand deaths inside. ::Oh brother..::He disappeared into the lift, heading for the transporter room. He knew Kirk and Riker would straighten out any rough with the smooth concerning his last order in two shakes. Then they would decide whether or not to join him on Voyager. A nod from Data told Picard that he had won the give them the message toss up. He would be along shortly too. ------------------------------------------ Picard change his mind halfway and asked to be escorted to Voyager's bridge. He had a few concerns to address to Voyager's captain first. Such as her itinerary backup plan to the coming away mission into the past. He didn't like the idea of traveling so far through alien technology. ::But d&mn it, Q DOES make one h&ll of a safety net, now doesn't he?:: An ensign announced the cursory call out to his presence,"Visiting captain on the bridge.." he said. Janeway turned in her chair but stood moments later, surrendering the mug to the nearest flat surface. Picard joined her and they both stood underneath the split viewscreen she had activated again. One showing the Enterprise bridge, the other, the doorway clutched in the claws of the Primary in the cargobay. Of Deanna Troi, there was no sign. Captain Picard saw that this fact impacted on this now legendary flame haired woman in the outfit that was the opposite of his own in the familiar patterned red and black of command. "My first officer has a ...unique bond with the counselor, captain. If anything had gone wrong over there. He would know it. They are Imzadi." At that Janeway looked away towards Chakotay's chair in response. Picard didn't fail to notice the gesture. ::Kathryn's bonded to her first officer? No doubt that would make a fine tale over brandy at the Captain's Table. I should let her divulge me about him one day. Who else to talk about relationships then to another captain? I have plenty to tell her about Beverly.:: He saw Janeway studying the viewscreen imaging the Cube's tactical data. "Have no concern for them. Q promised me to hold them off indefinitely so we can do a little archaeology unmolested. Care to leave for the cargobay now? I, too, seek quiet time before an away mission. Only my drink of choice is Earl Grey." he said pointing to the mug of steaming untouched coffee abandoned on the arm of Janeway's chair. Picard watched Janeway's guarded tension melt at that admission of his. Then, Q's gentle snores peeled from the hammock in front of them. The two captains both tensed right back up again. "oh,.. my." Picard rolled his eyes, "There's no chance of us planning together through THAT now is there?" He held out his arm genteely to Janeway indicating that she proceed him to the turbolift. "After you, captain.. I'm afraid I am not up to the exact specs of your vessel yet. I had only enough time to skim the data you sent briefly before your red alert demanded my actions. Did you see my Kildeer's broken wing act with the bussard collectors? Knowing you were from Indiana and knowing that was your state bird tipped me to the ploy rather quickly. I think it worked well. So far. I've only worked out one plan. The only one that comes to mind. I am going to stand toe to toe with the Primary one million years ago and face whatever he is searching for and I will say.... LISTEN TO SOUND FILE Janeway laughed and said, ------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : An older Picard in a grapefield. Audio: P- I'm Captain Jean Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. We come in peace. Image: A fan made photo of Data with an absurd expression on his face painting with script writing outlining the joys of existence in calligraphy. Cute! ***************************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Predestination Date: Fri, 4 May 2001 23:23:15 +0100 TANDEM POST between "Nick Lewis" AND "Alex Delet" VIA HOTMAIL Chat Window. Characters Involved: MAINS Janeway, Nick Locarno FREE USE Tuvok ------------------------------------------------------------------ Tuvok arrives at the external airlock to meet with Captain Locarno, just as he disembarks the Firestar and walks onto the deck of Voyager. "I'm Lieutenant Commander Tuvok. Welcome to Voyager" he says dispassionately. "Thanks!" Nicholas replies. "It's interesting to be here. Voyager's a legend in it's own time y'know." Tuvok looks as stoic as ever. "Quite! The Captain requested that you be escorted to the bridge. Would you come this way, please?" "Sure." Nicholas starts walking alongside the dark-skinned Vulcan. "Not a one for small talk, huh. Oh, er... has the Captain arranged a tune-up for the Firestar yet?" Tuvok glances sideways at Nicholas. The man would seem to have the same propensity for using colloquialisms as Mr Paris. He nods. "An engineering team will be assigned to look over your craft." "Great! Between you and me, I think the ol' girl's feeling a bit sickly. Hasn't been given some decent TLC for over a year." Tuvok frowns, but knows from experience not to query his assertion that a starship can feel ill. Humans have such illogical ways of speaking at times. As they step into the turbolift, Nicholas turns to Tuvok. "It wouldn't be against any rules to tell me how a certain crew member has fared, would it?" Tuvok looks inquisitive. "Which crew member would you be referring to?" "Kirsten Starr. She's one of your engineers. And a cousin of mine... on my mother's side." Tuvok can see no reason why he shouldn't know about a family member. "Ensign Starr is a well-respected member of Lieutenant Torres' team. She has performed admirably during our time in the delta quadrant." Nicholas smiles. "She was so nervous when she left Mars to report for duty on Voyager, first assignment an' all. Glad to hear she's done well for herself." "As I recall, Ensign Starr sent many letters to family, through the MIDAS Array linkup. Did you not receive a letter?" Tuvok asks. "I've been out of touch for a while, away on business" Nicholas explains vaguely. The lift doors open onto the bridge. Nicholas steps through them... and then stops dead in his tracks at the sight before him. Captain Jean-Luc Picard. If there was one person in the world he never wanted to see again, it was Picard. If it wasn't for that sanctimonious busybody, Wes would have never turned rat on them. Picard who had been approaching the turbolift while talking with Captain Janeway turns around and sees him. *Yes, you remember me too don't you, you b**tard!* It's all Nicholas can do to keep past feelings of hate and betrayal from coming to the fore again. "Captain Picard.... long time, no see" he says sternly. Kathryn Janeway looks the newcomer in the eye. He reminds her a great deal of Tom Paris... or rather the pre-Voyager Tom Paris. The Captain steps forward, making it clear that this is her bridge. She nods at Tuvok, indicating that he can now leave. "Mr Locarno" she says abruptly addressing him, "welcome aboard." She catches sight of the glares being exchanged between him and Picard. She gestures to her ready room and leads them both across the bridge. They'd be a little late for the gateway, but that was no concern. As they walk in, Nicholas forces his gaze from Picard to Janeway. Now doing his best to ignore Picard altogether, he smiles at her. "Thank you for the invite, Captain" he says in answer to her greeting. "As I was saying to your security chief, it's an interesting experience to step aboard the legendary Voyager." "Fortunately a living legend" Janeway smiles. "We do our best." She orders another mug of black coffee from the replicator, offering drinks to her guests. Nicholas politely declines. "You're too modest, Captain. Not many would be able to achieve what you have the last seven years and survive." The Captain looks deeply into her coffee, as if the aroma would remind her of everything they'd done. "It wasn't easy" she admits, "but we did it... as a team." She takes on her concerned gaze as she looks up at both men again. "I take it that you two have met" she gestures. "I won't pretend we have time to dig up old wounds." "Fine by me" Nicholas replies, purposely not looking at Picard. "So..." he says getting down to business, "do you have any ideas what the pyramid is doing here?" Janeway sip her coffee. "We believe Q, or rather *the* Q" - she catches the recognition from Picard - "are fighting amongst themselves, a battle which some Q wish us to be involved in." The Captain walks down the steps in the centre of the room. "These future Borg come from a time in which an alliance with Species 8472 has taken place." She holds up a hand before Nicholas can query the statement. "8472 are a race we encountered in the Delta Quadrant." "Actually, I think I know a little about them" Nicholas says mysteriously. "Didn't you come to an understanding with them on that training base which was a recreation of Starfleet HQ?" Kathryn is mildly surprised that he has access to the kind of data Starfleet would most likely have classified. This is no ordinary freighter captain. "Fortunately" she gives him a dark look, "they appear to want to negotiate this time. Their 'Primary' is in Cargo Bay Two... with a twist." "Oh?" Nicholas says, interested. "Iconian technology" Janeway replies, half-expecting him to fill in the gaps. "Iconians...... rings a bell" he muses, thinking. Then he smiles. "I give up." He doesn't actually recollect the name, but letting these two Captains think he knows more than he actually does could give him an edge. Janeway smiled inwardly at that one. "The Iconian Gateways allowed the Iconians to rule a vast empire which..." Then she realises she's getting off course and anyway, Captain Picard is a far better authority on the subject. "We should be heading to the Cargo Bay" she decides. "My First Officer is meeting with the Primary now." She heads towards the door. "We don't have many details" she says, glancing round, "but we do know that a gateway is involved and that this goes deep, far deeper than first glance would predict." "Sounds interesting. Lead on, Captain" Nicholas says cheerfully, trying to shut the man standing near him out of his mind. They walk back out onto the bridge and enter the turbolift. On the way down to deck eight, Nicholas turns to look at Captain Janeway. She's quite a looker, more so that he would've thought. Janeway lets her eyes rest on the doors. It's turning out to be an awkward turbolift ride. She notices Locarno's eyes were on her and returns the stare, unsure of what to say. She had seen his file, he'd been on the list she'd reviewed before recruiting Tom Paris for Voyager's Mission. "Y'know Captain" Nicholas starts, "if you don't mind me saying, your official photo really doesn't do you any justice. You're much more attractive in real life." Janeway almost does a double-take. *He does have a lot in common with Mr Paris* she thinks. "My record hasn't been updated in seven years" she says, a little uncomfortable with the line, "but... thank you" she continues. "No thanks needed. I tell it like I see it" he says, offering her a grin and ignoring the disapproving look Picard is giving him. He's not in Starfleet now, fraternisation rules be damned. He sees an attractive woman he's gonna tell her. "I suppose you hear it all the time though, huh!" Janeway also avoids exchanging glances with Jean-Luc Picard. He's her colleague, a fellow Starfleet Captain, another sign to her that they're finally home and that she is once again, just a Starfleet Captain. "Not recently" she admits, casting her mind back to the last time she *had* been told that. The turbolift doors save Janeway any embarassment she might be feeling by opening on deck eight. The three exit and stride along the corridor to the Cargo Bay doors. A few people are already inside as they walk in, but the centre of attention has to be the Iconian Gate in front of them, opening up on a crater on ancient Earth. Captain Janeway has never seen Iconian technology before, nor had she expected anything like it to appear in her Cargo Bay. Allowing herself a scientist's moment to stare into the phenomenon, Janeway leads the others to a point in front of the gate, next to her first officer. "Amazing" she manages. "Yeah! It's like a portable Guardian of Forever isn't it" Nicholas says, impressed with it. Although the Guardian is still supposed to be classified, rumours about it had been circulating through the Academy for decades. "So what happens now?" Nicholas asks, feeling like he's missed something. "Are we waiting for this Primary guy?" he asks no-one in particular. Janeway isn't sure. She does a quick headcount, finding Counsellor Troi nowhere, but accounting for everyone else. They all seem to be focused on the gate, waiting for something. As Nicholas looks around, he gets a funny feeling. The kind you get when something's about to go badly wrong. He looks at the man next to them, who is wearing a tattoo on his face. "Iconian technology is pretty fascinating, huh!" he jokes, then furrows his brow as he gets no reply. "Hello?" He waves his hand in front of the man's face, but his eyes and attention remain fixed on the gate. Janeway then looks at Tuvok and notes that his experssion hasn't changed either. In fact nobody has acknowledged their entrance at all. "Chakotay!" she says in a commanding voice, walking right up to him. But he remains still. Nicholas paces the room, looking at everyone else around the gate. They're all motionless. "This is weird. Do you think they're in a trance or something?" he asks. Janeway moves from Chakotay to Tuvok. "I've seen this happen before. It does look like a trance, yes." Nicholas' brain works quickly. "Okay...... there's only two undefinable variables here. One, the gate. Or two, this 'Primary', who by the way is looking pretty suspicious by his absense." Janeway continues walking around. She stares deeply into the gateway for a second. As she does so, she hears a voice, one she'd heard for the first time a few hours ago. Counsellor Troi's... but it's hard to make out. She motions for Picard and Locarno to listen. ----------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : The Iconian Gate in a futuristic room. ****************************************************************** From: Fran Catrair Subject: [voyagerliveaction] **RE-POST** Cloak and Dagger Date: Fri, 4 May 2001 12:05:32 -0700 (PDT) < Voyager lurched Zee minus ten straight down, causing < everyone to feel their stomachs in their throats and < the sudden acceleration downward. Sea sickness < gripped everyone and it was an effort not to be ill < for all. In engineering, B'Elanna's reaction to the sudden dive was immediate. ::Thank goodness I was holding on to that d@mned console.:: she thought to herself. Under normal circumstances, she would have handled the situation with her typical ease, but her child was contradicting her constitution. Feeling nauseous, B'Elanna managed to put on a brave face for her crew. Seeing Ensign Vorik approach her, a concerned look on his face, B'Elanna waved him off. "I'm fine, Ensign." she said. Noticing he didn't believe her, she continued, "I'm going back to my quarters for a little while. Call me if anything comes up, all right?" she concluded, with a slight smile. Vorik knew she was lying, but he also knew he shouldn't contradict her. ::Never contradict a Klingon...and one who is pregnant!:: he thought. Vorik acknowledged her with a nod of his own. "Let me know if there's anything you need, Lieutenant." he concluded, turning around and heading back to his duty station. Giving engineering one last glance over, B'Elanna gave in to her urgency and left engineering. When she finally arrived in her quarters, B'Elanna's cool outer poise melted away. Feeling sick, she found herself in the bath quarters, relieving her stomach of its contents. ::Good thing I didn't have any of that stew of Neelix's.:: she thought grimly. Feeling only slightly better, she decided to lay down for a few minutes. "C'mon, little one, we don't have time for this." she said to her stomach. "Our family on Voyager needs us right now." she continued soothingly. When the pain continued to roll over her, she found herself shutting her eyes, the dizziness fully enveloping her as she passed out. Waking up quite awhile later, she groggily assessed her situation. The pain and dizziness were gone, although she did feel a little ache in her midsection. Muttering, she said, "As I told you before, Tom, the next child we have, YOU'RE carrying it!" She stopped and chuckled to herself just how funny Tom would look pregnant. This turned into a full peal of laughter. Composing herself, B'Elanna asked, #Computer, what time is it?# #1400 hours# came back the reply. ::A whole day?:: B'Elanna was stunned. Getting a quick update from the computer of their current situation, B'Elanna decided it would be best for her to head to the Bridge and offer her assistance there. ------------------------------------------------------ As she continued with her intense workout in the gym at Starfleet Headquarters, Commander Elizabeth Shelby was feeling quite exhilerated. She had just finished a complex series of negotiations between two warring factions of a distant Federation colony. She was pleased how she had advanced her career over the years; she was now one of the best negotiators in the Federation. Captain Sulu of the Excelsior had even offered her the position of his Number One on their trip back, but she had declined. She had one Starship in mind, and she was just biding her time. In the middle of a complex series of Klingon martial arts maneuvers, her comlink buzzed for her attention. "Yes, what is it?" she asked impatiently. "I asked not to be disturbed." "Begging your pardon, Commander, but Admiral Hansen wishes to speak to you. He said it was urgent." the chastised ensign hesitantly replied. Sighing, she replied, "Acknowledged." and headed for the locker room. Sitting in Admiral Hansen's office, Elizabeth felt poised and confident, waiting while the Admiral finished looking over his readouts. Looking up, he smiled at her. "Well, another job well done, Commander. I knew those colonists didn't have a chance with you in charge." Elizabeth smiled back at him. She and Admiral Hansen had worked well together over the years. In fact, their first collaboration together had been over ten years ago, when the Borg had taken Captain Picard and had turned him into Locutus. At the time, she was primarily known for her Borg expertise. It came in handy, but then there was that mooning Commander Will Riker deal with. He felt he was so smooth with the ladies, and when he hadn't charmed her, he had become difficult to deal with. When Picard became Locutus, Riker had, in effect, became Enterprise's captain, he had been unwilling to make the ship his own, reminding everyone what Picard would do. ::Fool.:: she thought. ::There are casualties to war; you have to deal with it.:: She knew she was right...Riker had become soft. Especially since he was STILL the Number One on Picard's Enterprise. Sighing, she came out of her musings as Hansen addressed her again. "I have another project for you. Are you familiar with the return of U.S.S. Voyager?" he asked. "I have been following the daily reports." she replied. "Well, study these." he said, tossing a datapadd at her. "It's a full report on what has been going on. As you know, the Borg are involved. But that's not the only reason I want you over there." he concluded. Raising her eyes, she looked at him. He continued. "We are in the process of de-briefing the Voyager crew. That is being handled by people you know well; the officers of the Enterprise, and Admiral Paris." he concluded, with enunciated distaste over the Admiral's name. "Sir?" she asked, slightly puzzled. "I want you to be a part of the team, Elizabeth. I don't fully trust Paris' objectivity in this matter. His son is onboard Voyager." he said, spite in his voice. "Am I following you correctly, sir? You want me to 'undermine' the de-briefing?" she asked, comprehension slowly coming to her. "Undermine is a strong word, Elizabeth. Let's just say Owen and I don't agree on many things. I believe, once the dust settles, that these former Maquis should be fully prosecuted. They WERE escaping from Voyager before both ships disappeared into the Delta Quadrant. Seven years doesn't change that. And as I stated before, I don't trust Owen's objectivity in this. I want you to discover all you can, and report back to me directly. Dismissed." he finished, concluding the meeting. Standing up and pulling down her tunic, she departed the Admiral's office. ::Ah, Will...it will be S-O-O good to see you again.:: she thought. Leaving the Command headquarters, she headed off to arrange her transport to Voyager, the datapadd still in her hands. ::At least I won't have to worry about reading material for the trip.:: she concluded, smiling ironically. --------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : B'Elanna at a console. Image : Torres and Paris lounging on a biobed. Image: Commander Shelby Promo shot. ******************************************************** From: "patti keiper" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Heavenly Q Date: Sat, 05 May 2001 22:06:00 -0000 Q heard the turbo lift doors close on the two captains. The noise jarred him out of a very pleasant dream. He was kicking the tar out of the Calamaraine once again, only this time, They could do nothing to strip him of his powers. ::Hmm. Now I wonder where they all went to now?:: The bridge was nearly empty. He noticed Tuvok in the center seat, who was pointedly ignoring him. ::No doubt one of Janeway's standing orders. Vulcans are no fun at all.:: He heard the Vulcan answer a hail from starbase. =^=Commander Tuvok to Commander Shelby. Permission granted. You may come aboard. We are at yellow alert. The Borg Cube threat has been temporarily been nullified. Report to Cargobay Two. My captain or your old captain, Jean Luc Picard, will fill you in on your orders. Tuvok out.=^= Q's smile touched his eyes. "So,.. Rikey's thorn is back. Gonna have fun there with that piece of news." Q flicked around both the Enterprise bridge and Voyager's deck and found a curious tuck in the time space continuum going on in Voyager's cargobay. He made an abrupt appearance, "Well, speak of the devil, Picard. Come to see what's out there? Not much, I assure you. " He didn't fail to catch the flush of red on the balding captain's head. "Ooo, someone strike an unpleasant memory Jean Luc? Perhaps the living embodiment of a disciplined crewman come back to haunt you?" He waved a hand over Nick Locarno's tense form. He leaned into the blond man's reddening ear, "Believe me, holding a grudge and mouthing off to Iron Pants here doesn't bring you the satisfaction at ALL, I've been there. I've even elevated his first officer to Q-ness once. Not a flicker of reaction. Not one my good man." Q left the two humans, still stewing in old memories, and regarded the frozen individuals standing in front of the Iconian doorway, glowing blue and active inside the huge open to space Cargobay. "Now this is interesting, isn't it Kathryn? " Q grinned, "A Menage A Tois" you might say." He walked over to one of them and hit a combadge. It twittered. "Now this thing still works. So it can't be a time fold of any kind. =^= Q to the EMH. Your poor beleagured crew needs you animated walking first aid kit. Down here. Pronto.=^= The doctor appeared. His scowl quite matched the one on everyone else's faces standing by the entrance bulkheads. He noticed Janeway's curt nod to attend the frozen crewman on the main floor. The EMH spoke, "I would advise you three to stay where you are until I've examined them. Might be some kind of Temporal effect at work here. I wouldn't want to lose you as well to it." The EMH scanned Chakotay and all of the others in turn and then he pointed it to the Iconian rift opened into the past. "Nice neat technology here. All Temporal backwash is staying over there. Thank goodness." The EMH returned to Q's side and faced Janeway's party once more. He scanned them for a baseline comparison. "There's nothing wrong with them Captain , eh, Captains. I am getting no deviations from time space on the ship. There metabolic processes are normal albeit a little slowish. Even their nailbeds are growing at the normal rates. I think Commander Chakotay and the rest of them are... hypnotized.. but not against their own wills. They ...put themselves there to....better hear that voice I am hearing." Q seemed surprised, "What voice? I hear nothing in their minds." The EMH wrinkled his forehead, "Ah,, well that's because the Primary doesn't know you are around to project to you from the past where he and the counselor are now. That is her voice you are not hearing.." the doctor said smugly. Q glared right back, "We'll see about that. It may be an old creature. It may need a lesson or two. Maybe I should raise the dead to convince it otherwise of my omniscense.. " Q walked around the room, admiring the clever little homo sapiens around him yet again at the link the two Boothbys were forging on the large screen showing the Enterprise bridge and the Voyager bridge. He saw Riker standing over on the Enterprise. "Look and remember oh almost Riker Q. I am going to do something you could have done oh so long ago. By the way, an old girlfriend is on her way. Let me give you a clue. She's a redhead. Very spicy and she wants your job. Sound familiar? She should. Shelby's trying to contact Voyager now to get permission to board her." He turned to Kathy. "You might want to know about this commander's arrival. You think Locarno is putting you in hot water with his hitting on you? Try Shelby's moxy. She likes trying to muscle in on positions of power to take them as her own. Last time she wanted Riker's job when Luccy here was offship taking a vacation as Locutus. Maybe she'll have an eye on your soon to be vacated Voyager captaincy, Kathryn.." He whirled to Picard and Locarno. "You! I am bestowing a gift. One my scaley friend will be able to see. Who should I bring back from the Great Beyond??" He widened his eyes significantly and with a slow smile. "Make it snappy. I haven't all day." He pointed to the frozen crew Janeway and Picard couldn't tear their eyes off of. "Trust me. Once Primary's attention is diverted to me. Your crewmates won't be so susceptible to self hyponosis and will function normally if they so choose afterwards. Hurry now, I don't want to miss any more of the counselor's message coming through. Who shall I snatch from the jaws of death? Joe Carey? The Real Harry Kim?.. or...." Then another in the room spoke with a name. It made every Starfleet crewman shiver in macabre chills. Q faced this one who had the courage to accept his gift. "Speak, or forever hold your peace.." ----------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Picard and Q together. Audio : Q snapping his fingers. Image: A close up smirk of Q up to no good. *********************************************************** From: "Cassidy Meyers" Subject: Across the divide Date: Sun, 06 May 2001 11:49:56 +0400 >Janeway continues walking around. She stares deeply into the gateway >for a second. As she does so, she hears a voice, one she'd heard for >the first time a few hours ago. Counsellor Troi's... but it's hard to >make out. She motions for Picard and Locarno to listen. ## ....Troi here. I've...we've made some progress. The Primary has shared with me..what it knows. .. It...there is....hybrid...nder the mountai... I know this telepathic bond will ease off. Have your EMH watc...ypnotic state. I repeat.. there is a child hybrid Qu...in stasis inside a cave that has been sealed. Please come as soon ... The 8472 and the Borg were once one peo..## The barely discernible voice faded again. Boothby hollered to the bridge, "Get her back!! The link's only half in our minds. The Primary is sending to comm channels too. Get the computer to enhance.." Tuvok reciprocated quickly working his tactical pad magic. Just as suddenly as she had disappeared into the Iconian rift, the counselor was back in the room. She blinked at the stationary crew around her. "Oh my.. Didn't know the Primary forged that tight a communications bond with the crew." Then she eyed the unworried lines of Janeway and Picard. "But then again, your EMH has probably already confirmed that. They're fine." She noticed her commanding officer standing on the upper deck, "Hello Captain Picard. I hope your vacation was cut short voluntarily." Q regarded the Betazed, "Aren't you going to say hello to me?" "No." And she smoothly didn't look at the annoying figure looking a little out of his element for once. Troi caught sense of the puzzlement in their minds and guessed the reason for it. "The 8472 didn't go anywhere at all. I was with a projection of its mind. The Primary has been here in the cargobay holding the doorway frame in its claws the whole time. I however, did go to this place a million years ago. Look." And Troi opened her palm. She knew Picard would immediately go to her side to examine it. "Can you tell me what this is, sir? " It was Iconian, and made of a curious glowing amber and blue stone. In the shape of a point that seemed like it would fit somewhere else. "I found it just before the Primary pulled me back to Voyager. It sensed that it accidently made the crew go into trance while I was talking over there to you." ##YES. IT IS FROM THAT TIME. SHE IS BEHIND, NESTLED IN THE POD WHERE WE LEFT HER. THIS TROI HAS BEEN GIVEN IT. FREE OUR PURPOSE OF BEING. SHE IS TOO LONG IN SLEEP AND THE CUBE ANCESTORS WILL KILL HER IF WE DELAY.## the Primary said to all in their heads. Troi turned to Nick Locarno. "Why are you still mad with Captain Picard after all these years? He didn't judge you for your crimes commited in that squadron. He just hosted the Enterprise to be the site of the hearing." Even Picard was harboring some unusual ill will toward the civilian captain. The emotions floating off of him were almost sharp. ::Now why would Picard feel this way toward a man he hardly even knew?:: But Troi held her tongue. That observation about her commanding officer was best brought up in privacy, later. She stepped forward toward Janeway, near the statued Chakotay, and Picard. "Are preparations ready for excavation away teams? I am convinced this hybrid child is alive. I can feel her. So can the Primary. But I can't tell how deeply buried she is under the mountain. There's eons of cave-in debris filling in the lava tube down there. My tricorder hadn't scanned that far when we were visited by the local wildlife. A repulsor sonic beam should repel them easily while we work. Is Data coming?" "Yes." Picard said. Troi nodded, "Good. Maybe he and you can make sense of this artifact and what it might be for." She handed the glowing shaft to him. Then she felt the uncomfortable chill left over from a mild horror fascination response in her superior officers. "What has Q offered now?" A small part of Deanna really didn't want to find out. ::Man, could I use some chocolate right about now..:: ----------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: Troi holding an object standing in a cargobay. *animated gif* Rotating chocolate on a pedestal. Website of the week engraved on it. ***************************************************** From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: Getting hearsay knowhow d@mned quick~~ Date: Sun, 06 May 2001 08:04:49 -0000 Harry watched the scene unfolding in the cargobay. ::D@mn! why does Tom have all the luck? Maybe..:: Tuvok spoke before Harry was two steps away from his station. "I am sure Captain Janeway has all the assistance she requires at this time, ensign. Please remain at your post." Kim's thoughts were black and a part of him was glad that Tuvok wasn't Betazed. "I've got to go down there! Surely another bridge officer can take my pl.." "I am ordering you to do as Boothby has suggested. Find a way to strengthen the communications band the Primary is using with its telepathy through the Iconian doorway. We must be ready with a clear signal should the captains send their away teams through to the past." Tuvok said smoothly. Harry glowered. ::Vulcan logic loops. I'd think after seven years, I'd hate them a little less.:: Then he had an idea. He hailed the Enterprise on a secured channel to her engineering room. He noticed that the great ship was once more fully integrated, no longer separated. He'd follow through with Tuvok's order, only after a suitable solution had been found. And that meant conferring with another expert. =^= Ensign Harry Kim at Voyager's Ops station to Engineer Geordi LaForge.=^= "Lt. Commander LaForge here. Go ahead." said the slightly puzzled voice. Harry outlined the situation. Geordi responded, "Yeah,, we saw all that on the viewer. The counselor did seem to break up a bit when she was still in the past. I'd love to work with your engineer on your problem, but I also don't want to get in the way of things. And I've standing orders to stay on the Enterprise unless called for." Harry nodded, studying the visored engineer on this monitor. "I know how you feel. I feel it too. I want to be in the thick of things, but my best friend Tom beat me to the punch, the first officer took him along instead." Geordi commiserated. "Listen... " he leaned in confidentially, "The only way we are ever going to get anywhere with these tasks to our superior's satisfaction is to work together. You, me and Chief Engineer Torres have to work together somehow, without my leaving here." Kim sighed, "Easier said than done. B'Elanna's not for staying in one place for very long. But, so far, Janeway's not ordered a task for her yet. Maybe I can figure something out. B'Elanna and I get along now, ever since Tom and she got married, ever since she got pregnant for that matter," he realized ruefully. "I'll stay in touch Lt. Commander. Kim out." And he closed the signal. ::Yeah. I wonder what she's up to now? No doubt the EMH's got a lead on her with the Primary tapping into all of our heads. Odd. I haven't seen her for more than a day.:: ------------------------------------------------------------- The EMH straightened from his scrutiny of the transfixed crew. There was nothing further he could do until Q could "adjust" things to lessen the telepathic link it had with his patients. Then he noticed an anomaly. He had been out of contact with B'Elanna Torres for over twenty four hours. He tapped into Boothby's convenient shunt into the crew's biolifesigns. Torres's was pre-eminently stressed. The holo physician sighed. He tapped his simubadge to reach her. =^=The EMH to Lieutenant Torres. You are showing signs of post gastric hypotension. The residuals of syncope are still registering in your synaptic patterns. Did you faint into your sleep last night?=^= He noticed that Tom Paris and Janeway over heard this little exchange of his. Mr. Paris more alarmed than Janeway. The EMH thought ::Here comes the overprotective father. Phasers on stun.:: He turned his back to the lieutenant too late. ::So much for patient doctor confidentiality. Let's hope B'Elanna doesn't decide to overtweak my subprocessors over this little slip.:: ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image : Harry and B'Elanna in med shot. Image: Geordi's face in front of a black and white starfield. Gif : Main Engineering title in silver and blue. *********************************************************** From: "Cory Anda" Subject: Through sickness and in health. Date: Sun, 06 May 2001 08:58:32 -0000 Tom Paris entered the Cargobay. His father was still in the turbolift. He needed time to check something with Boothby and he told his son to go on ahead of him. ::If it was about something important, dad'd've let me know.:: Tom almost hesitated just inside the doorway ..almost. Then he over heard the EMH talking. His alarm anger swept over him and he bumped into Nick Locarno and by him without even looking at him, "Sorry. I have to handle something here. Please excuse my clumsiness but the doc's holding something from me about my wife..." his lips tightened in an angry line. The EMH met him halfway up the main steps again. Paris didn't even see Troi, Janeway and Picard grouped together discussing the current situation. He just drove right on by them too. "Now, Mr. Paris. I've only just found out about this ...incident myself. I have been little preoccupied..." he threw back a hand toward the frozen crewman below him. Paris had to blink at the marionette poses the crew seemed to be in. All of their eyes were directed at the Iconian dooway. He barely cared. "Doc..." he said warningly. "I'm in comm contact with B'Elanna right now. I am sure she'll answer me about this just as soon as she can, Lieutenant." The EMH put comforting hands on Tom's shoulders. Paris shrugged them off. Tapping his combadge, superceding all authority. =^=Paris to the transporter room. Emergency site to site beam: B'Elanna Torres to Cargobay Two. Immediately. Authorization Beta Five Two Nine.=^= A young voice replied, "Uh, I'm sorry sir, but she doesn't seem to be wearing a combadge right now. We we..can't get a lock. Shall we get a security team to her quarters? That is that last place her badge registered her having visited." Tom's scowl deepened.."No of course not you dolt! This is not a security breach it is a potential medical crisis. Find a way and do it!" "Yes sir. It may take a minute or two." "Make it faster! Try a bonescan lock for Pete's sake." Tom snapped to the underling in the transporter room. "Yessir!! Trying.." Tom tapped his foot in earnest. Counting mentally. Growing more irritable by the moment. His combadge beeped, =^=Tuvok to Lt. Paris. I've just registered a request for an emergency beam on Boothby's roster concerning Lt. Torres, do you require assistance in this manner?=^= Paris slammed a fist in reply on his chest pin, =^=No thank you. The doc and I are handling this just swell. Paris out.=^= ::And there's fifteen demerits for insuboordination.:: He barely avoided fifteen more by not throttling the EMH physically. ::Lot of good that would do.:: He caught Troi's neutral nod of question as she lasted out the wave of his rising emotions. He grumbled, "No thank you as well, counselor." Tom did get into the holodoc's face, "Listen doc, I don't give a rip about confidentiality. B'Elanna's my wife. I want answers and I want them now!" Paris managed to turn a few heads then, even some of the frozen ones. Chakotay snapped out of his locked hypnosis and blinked. But he didn't pry into Paris's and the EMH's medical matter. He walked past them with a later for you two glance and joined Janeway and Picard and Locarno. He saw on Boothby's hallway monitors that the admiral and Data were on their way. "Captains." he began to them. "The Primary has shown me more. The hybrid child is indeed under rock debris. About five kilometers thick of it. I'll arrange Voyager's away team outfitting myself. If you, sir," he addressed Picard, "Would like your officers to ready the Enterprise's team in conjunction..." Picard nodded, "I would." Chakotay turned to Janeway to add more but then he noticed Locarno. He did a double take and then looked at Paris, currently having it out with the medical hologram. ::Boy do those two look alike. Change their uniforms around and I bet even Mr. Tuvok would be fooled. Small Federation.:: he chuckled. He turned back to his commanders. "I'll have the team ready to go in ten minutes Captain." he promised Janeway. "Up to you if you want us to go there." He then spied Q, looking miffed at the Primary from where he stood. The Voyager first officer raised a polite look, not wanting to draw unnecessary fire from the all powerful pest. "You want something Q?" he ventured. Q merely pointed to the Primary, who was single mindedly in deep conversation with the counselor. "I want him to notice me." Chakotay looked at Boothby. ::Uh oh:: "Boothby, What is he talking about?" Boothby didn't even smile. "Q thinks a Frankensteinian stunt will earn the telepathic favor of the 8472. So far, he isn't privy to our mind communications through the Iconian portal we have with the Primary." ::Q wants to bring back someone from the dead?:: Chakotay shivered. He backed away from Q slightly without thinking. "Who'd want to do that?" "Don't know." the gardener holoconsult program grumbled. "But in return for a name, that deed will end our communications difficulties while we're in the past, Q promises." Chakotay didn't like the sound of that deal at all. ::The dead should stay dead. It's only fitting. I don't know who'd step foward and just give Q a name as casually as--:: But then, someone did. And Chakotay couldn't react in time. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Gif: Chakotay's carved meditation stone. Image : In the cargobay, a huge screen displaying the Iconian portal and all of the crew watching the representation there. ********************************************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Me and the monster things Date: Sun, 06 May 2001 09:36:36 -0000 I tried to hide but he knew I was there. Queue! He wanted to do bad things! Auntie Kathy! Auntie Kathy! Thats not right. Dont let him get a dead body it would be to scary to. I wondered where 7 was. She had brought back Nelix that one time. If 7 said that she wuldnt be scared by Queue getting a body back, then I didnt mind nither. Chakoty lookd scared in his face but he didnt say how he felt. I watched the purple monster and saw the pretty stick Deana gave to Captain Picard. I wondered what that could do? Chakoty! Chakoty! Maybe that stick is a key to get at the little Queen. I could get in there to use it. I am small. Just dig me down to there and I can do it. I know I can. I have to see her. I have to see for me. I saw Data again. He had been away for a while becaus his captain needed him on the other ship. But I went over to him now. Data! Data! Queue is going to bring back someone who died just so the purple monster can talk better to Bootby. Dont let him. I am to scared! Queue just looked at me and called me a little girl for being scared. He said hed just bring back the person like they was. Then I thougt about it. If the person looked ok and wasnt stinky or icky to see, I gues it wuld be ok. I shoutd to the room. Ok! Ok! I am not scared anymore. But I wish Worf were here so I could hide behind his leg. Hes so big! I feel saf with him garding me. But I havnt seen him since I left the brige. Then I talked to my mom using Bootby. Mom! Mom! Get over here. Tom and the hollow doctor are fighting again. Fighting is not ok on Voyager. Make them stop! We have to go find the little Queen. She is buryed! We have to get her out ussing the key! The admreal wasnt here yet. He could fix everything. He was the higest officer. Even higher than Auntie Kathy. He could say what he wanted to us all. Then I went over to the purple monster. Primerry! Primerry! Take me over there to where the dinosars are! I have never seen one! Not since I was born! But dont let one eat me. Auntie Kathry wuld get real mad. Then I went to the com button and I called Rikker. Hey Rikker! Bring Captain Kirk my friend here. We need you to help! I know you are still over there but Picard said you could come over tonight! Come on! Come on! We have so much to do! I waited for everyone to get the misions started to the dinosar land. I wanted to get to be friends with the littlest Queen. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image: A promo shot of Scarlet Pommers and Kate Mulgrew in costume in a backlot Paramount fan photograph. Very cute! (Naomi and Janeway) ********************************************************************** END WEEK SEVENTEEN RECAP 05-07-01 (voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com) WEEK EIGHTEEN RECAP 05-09-01 (voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com) ****************************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Meeting a Mirror Image Date: Sun, 6 May 2001 23:16:04 +0100 > He didn't fail to catch the flush of red on the balding captain's head. > "Ooo, someone strike an unpleasant memory Jean Luc? Perhaps > the living embodiment of a disciplined crewman come back to haunt > you?" *If only* Nicholas thinks, quickly glancing once at Picard then pulling his eyes away. > He waved a hand over Nick Locarno's tense form. He leaned into > the blond man's reddening ear, "Believe me, holding a grudge and > mouthing off to Iron Pants here doesn't bring you the satisfaction at > ALL, I've been there. I've even elevated his first officer to Q-ness > once. Not a flicker of reaction. Not one my good man." Nicholas stifles a chuckle. He hasn't heard many good things about the Q, but the man before him seems to be on his wavelength. "He couldn't be any more stiffer if someone rammed a poker up his @ss, Q" he says, allowing himself a little satisfaction at the growing discomfort of the bald Captain. Then the Counsellor reappears and starts talking to Picard about the Iconian artifact she found. Boring! When are they going to do something about these damn borg? Talk about getting sidetracked. > Troi turned to Nick Locarno. "Why are you still mad with Captain > Picard after all these years? He didn't judge you for your crimes > commited in that squadron. He just hosted the Enterprise to be > the site of the hearing." "Counsellor, I don't think this is any of your business" he says a little curtly. How can she possibly comprehend what Picard did? If it wasn't for his meddling, Wesley would never have broken their honour code and ratted on the team. If it weren't for him, Sito and Hajar would probably both be alive today. He's coldly aware of the fact that except for Wes (who he last heard was gallavanting around the universe with some weird guy called The Traveller) he's the last survivor of the former Nova Squadron. > Tom Paris entered the Cargobay. His father was still in the > turbolift. He needed time to check something with Boothby and he > told his son to go on ahead of him. ::If it was about something > important, dad'd've let me know.:: Woah! If he hadn't of seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it. So this must be Tom Paris. He'd heard there was something of a resemblance but this takes the biscuit... in fact it takes the whole cake. > Tom almost hesitated just inside the doorway ..almost. > Then he over heard the EMH talking. His alarm anger swept over > him and he bumped into Nick Locarno and by him without even > looking at him, "Sorry. I have to handle something here. Please > excuse my clumsiness but the doc's holding something from me > about my wife..." his lips tightened in an angry line. "Hey, no problem" he murmers, stepping back slightly. By this time Q is making his grandiose claim that he'll bring someone back from the dead. > "Who shall I snatch from the jaws of death? Joe Carey? The real > Harry Kim?.. or...." And when the name is said, Nicholas thinks... *Who?* ******************************************** From: Jeff Seltun Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Negotiative dances Date: Tue, 8 May 2001 21:39:14 -0700 (PDT) Picard decided to let Q ramble on. ::No doubt he's up to something once again. There's no telling exactly what with his grandiose godview.:: Picard let Nicholas Locarno vent while he gathered his thoughts. ::Ah,.. now I remember this hot, young upstart. He and Mr. Crusher were on the same chopping block. It's a shame to see that his indifferent attitudes about Starfleet are still haunting him even now.:: "Nice to see you again Mr. Locarno, although I wish it were during more pleasant circumstances. The hostility you seem to be directing toward me is noted. Although I can't see the reason why. I was not on the ruling party who decided your punishment during that incident. Feel free to vent what ever you like. I am sure Captain Janeway would love to hear just how unstable your emotional state is right now." he said mildly. "After all, it may be a deciding factor how much aid she'll grant to the Firestar, which, I might add, is suspected by Starfleet Intelligence for importing contraband. Ask Admiral Paris once he arrives. Interesting tale." The Enterprise captain turned to Janeway, "You might want to check Mr. Locarno's cargo in a direct scan, captain. We received transmissions from an undisclosed ally about the nature of his trading business. Records can be altered, but not physical evidence. Guard yourself captain, until you know his whole story." (Locarno remembered what happened just before he accepted Tuvok's offer of aid.) >Nick smiles, accepting the upload link, but making >sure a few archives are exempted. It wouldn't do him >any good for them to find out exactly what it is he >trades in. But before anything could be done about the situation. Q makes his stunning proclaimation. Picard spoke aloud, "Q! Stop this infernal nonsense. Just tell us exactly what you want us to know about your plans or leave us! My best instinct is that you aren't here to help us. Leave the dead be!" Q turned from something he mumbled to Nick Locarno and just shrugged off the challenge with a look. Captain Picard gave it up. ::No use getting into semantics with civilian traders who have a beef with Starfleet or the Q who have a fascination with those at the pinnacle of command. I just hope everyone's smart enough to not take Q up on his Lazarintian offer.:: Then Troi stepped forward, handing him the glowing Iconian artifact. "Oh,..my. Mr. Data...what do you make of this?" He had seen his helmsman arrive and stand by the little girl he knew to be the first baby born on Voyager. The pale eyed android made his way over to his captain's side, "Counselor, was this in a cave mouth, exactly one million years ago?" The dark haired officer nodded in affirmation. "Then captain. I may have some insight as to the object's purpose. Naomi Wildman may not be that far off her guessing. This artifact, I remember seeing when you and I were trapped in the annex trying to rephase our Iconian door to the Enterprise. You were distracted at the time by the imminent nova approaching us. I saw an object just like this one just before I was shorted out and damaged." Data explained. He pointed to some of the more bold characters, "I believe this symbol of the stylus and rhombus juxta- posed is one of ancient royalty from the oldest script language of the Preservers.." Picard startled visibly at that. So did the other people around him. "Mr. Data. Are you saying that the Preservers may have had an active role in this...hybrid child's current predicament? Taking an active part in saving her life inside that pod the counselor heard about?" "Yes sir, these characters are unmistakable." Picard glanced at Kirk. ::Now, this is a concept my fellow Enterprise captain can really sink his teeth into. I know James has an active fascination with the Preserver theories. Especially with his having personally met one.:: Data went on with the rapt attention of his listeners. "I believe this artfact is a rod which opens a Preserver equivalent of a time capsule. It may even open the one containing the individual the Primary has come to excavate." Data surmised. Picard looked over to Chakotay making a decision. "Commander, I will take you up on your offer to co- join away teams. I will have my first officer make the arrangements. The sooner we return to the past the better. I can have my team assembled in one half hour. Mr. Data will share with you what equipment we may need if indeed the Preservers visited the Grand Canyon Borg Crater back then and left the child behind." He saw the North American Indian nod his understanding. "Make it so, Data. Notify Commander Riker. And...Mr. Chakotay. Our teams will meet here at 1805 from the Enterprise. Is that acceptable?" The big man nodded. "Very well. I think I need to ask Q a few questions. Excuse me, Captain." he said to Kathryn Janeway. Jean Luc went over to Q who was still standing with his hands on his hips, waiting for someone to give him a name of a corpse so he could have a little fun with the concept of resurrecting it. "Q.... If you are offering to aid our efforts in communications ties with our ships through that doorway..." he pointed to the Iconian window in the Primary's grip, "Why not do so with no strings attached?" But then Mr. Data placed that last straw on the preverbial camel. "Q.. I have a request along this line. And I am sure Deanna Troi would love to erase a potentially painful memory. Why not bring back ..." Picard spoke sharply even as the counselor gasped, "Mr. Data!! No...!!" ".....Natasha Yar?" -------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Picard looking out ready room windows, from outside the ship looking in. Audio : Picard- Download the files to my ready room. I'll study them there. Image : Data with a tricorder on scan. ************************************** From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: A Day in the Life of Ensign Kim's heart~~ Date: Wed, 09 May 2001 04:49:38 -0000 Geordi LaForge didn't feel things were happening fast enough. It was a sound idea to coordinate with Voyager's engineer about their immediate problems but still, the process seemed to take forever.. He toggled Boothby from where he stood by the auxillary bypass panel. "Mr. Boothby. Did you get all of that?" "If you mean the future collaboration with you and Torres and Kim, yes. If you mean what Mr. Data just theorized about the Preservers, no." Geordi was surprised. "You mean there's an area in your consult program that DOESN'T know something? " he chuckled. The gray haired old appearing image on his screen didn't even blink. "My audio input sensors have a predetermined filter on them. My matrix is not to have any exposure to any discussions and theoretical analyses of the Preserver race. That information is classified. My logs were blacked out by Starfleet Intelligence operatives the moment Data said that word." Geordi readjusted his visor on his face. "Yeah, but why keep YOU in the dark? It doesn't make any sense..." "It makes perfect sense Lieutenant Commander. If either the Enterprise or Voyager is ever taken by hostiles. That sensitive, broadscape knowledge of Preserver theories won't be found out. Picture what would happen if Hitler found the real Christ?" "Worldwide domination..." Geordi realized. "In the case of Preserver knowledge getting leaked, potential Galaxy wide domination." Boothby nodded gravely. "My guess is that any talk about the Preservers is as sensitive as Omega is to starship captains." "Omega? What's that?" LaForge asked. "Never you mind." Boothby said. "Now what was it you needed me for?" Geordi blinked a few times then remembered. "Last night, I tried to comm Lieutenant Torres but there was no answer... Did she accompany the counselor into the past?" "No, LaForge. She was getting sick into her waste disposal unit and then she was sleeping through grade three morning sickness." Geordi blushed in spite of his dark skin. "Oh. Uh,.. I guess Harry's plan for the four of us getting together isn't going to materialize..." "I wouldn't say that... Voyager's EMH is in conversation with the lady right now. No doubt when the air clears between the two of them, you'll have an intact engineer to work with...." "Thankyou, Boothby..uh,, that'll be all. I'll leave a message on Torres's cabin computer with Harry's proposal." Boothby nodded. "You had better keep an ear out for the cargobay camera pickups then. Data just said the word Preserver a few more times.." "But,.. I thought you said that your inputs were blacked out at the word." "Exactly,... Admiral Hansen's programmers make any place where that word occurs a blank spot on the audio.. I hear nothing..." "Admiral Hansen is behind the Starfleet Intelligence operating your censorship parameters?" "Yes. He and his associate, Elizabeth Shelby." Geordi flicked Boothby off. ::Her again? Riker's worst nightmare. We've toasted enough curses towards that name with scotch at our weekly poker games to fill a book..:: he thought with amusement. ::I think only Captain Picard has no negative preconceived notions about the Iron Maiden then..:: Boothby came back online briefly, "Oh, LaForge, this is interesting..." "What is?" "Mr. Tuvok on the Enterprise has just piped Liz Shelby on board Voyager..." "Has he... well, it never rains but it pours." The Enterprise engineer chuckled. Geordi quickly sent his message to Torres's cabin computer outlining his and Harry's plan to work together with her on the same problem Q was dangling carrots for. The communications static they were suffering over time with any transmission in and out of the Iconian door. He ended his letter asking when they could meet. ::And I have no dead people to raise in trade for the solution.. The captain's'll appreciate us getting them out of that boxed in Q corner.:: -------------------------------------------------- Harry Kim was still itching.. ::Tom, you owe me one. I am so jealous.. You could have knocked me over with a stick when Data said the word Pre--ser--ver...:: He could tell it was said because Kes had long ago taught him how to read lips. Oh, the visual through Boothby was a dead give away.. A patch of fuzzy obscurity had covered Data's mouth for the space of time it took to say those three intriguing syllables. Any first grader could do it. ::Uh, that's human first grader.:: He noticed no visible reaction in Tuvok but he traded an I'm on to it glance with him just the same. He encrypted Tuvok's board so his commanding officer could work in confidentiality needed for such classified material. ::Man, I'll bet Captain Janeway feels just the same walking the fence pressure she did when Seven almost didn't destroy the Omega molecule..:: Then his ears perked up. ::Shelby? Coming here to Voyager? Man I want to meet her. She was WITH them when they rescued Captain Picard from the Borg Collective.:: His ears blushed. He had had a crush on that fiery redhead ever since he had been debriefed at the academy about the events surrounding Wolf 359 and Locutus's "demise". ::Oh, man.. I hope Tuvok doesn't send me to greet her in the transport--:: "Ensign Kim." Tuvok said, "Would you be so kind as to escort our arriving guest to her quarters? No doubt she'll have equipment she'll need to drop off there before she heads for the cargobay." Kim's jaw flopped and his world shrank away.. "Ensign Kim..." "Ensign Kim.. Do you hear me..." Tuvok repeated himself. "Uh.. Yessir! Ah.. Heading to transporter room Two now, sir... yes... sir..." ::oh no!! ohno ohno ohno ohno.. This is bad. Very bad.. I haven't felt this nervous since Leah Brah--:: "Dismissed ensign. She will arrive in eight point two five minutes." Tuvok ordered. Kim made tracks and died a thousand deaths all the way to the transporter room. Once there, he felt like a man being giving his last cigarette before meeting the firing squad. ::In fact,.. I'll face fifty of those firing squads right now..:: he sweated. Then the transporter disked began to glow. Kim, on the otherhand, paled. ::I wonder if I can fake a medical emergency and have my butt hauled out of here in thirty seconds before she fully materializes..:: ------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Harry Kim down with a rash, unconscious. Audio : Hi, I'm Harry "Read me like a book" Kim. *Screen saver* Next Generation Characters in sliding photos and fade aways. *********************************** From: "Nick Lewis" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Return from Death City Date: Wed, 9 May 2001 17:37:17 +0100 > The hostility you seem to be directing toward me is noted. > Although I can't see the reason why. I was not on the ruling > party who decided your punishment during that incident. "Maybe not, but you had your part to play, Picard" Nicholas says eyes narrowed. Then the Enterprise Captain all but accuses him of trading in contraband. Where he got his information from, Nicholas doesn't know, but he'll have to let Jevin know there's a leak as soon as he's able. At least they'll get no evidence from him. If anyone tries to access his restricted database, the computer will have a critical and rather conveniant cascade failure, erasing everything. "Still got it in for me I see." He shakes his head sadly. "When are you going to learn that I'm not the big bad that led your precious protege off the straight and narrow?" He turns to Janeway. "Whatever he thinks he knows about me, he's wrong" he assures her. As the Enterprise officers confer amongst themselves regarding the Iconian artifact, Nicholas keeps glancing to Captain Janeway to see what she makes of all this. He'll not to answer to Picard, but if this wild flower next to him asks anything of him, he'd be only too willing to oblige. Maybe it's because he's been in the beta quadrant for the last six months - romulan and klingon women don't exactly turn him on - but Janeway sure is a sight for sore eyes. He's always had a thing for redheads. > "Q.. I have a request along this line. And I am sure Deanna > Troi would love to erase a potentially painful memory. > Why not bring back ..." > > Picard spoke sharply even as the counselor gasped, "Mr. Data!! > No...!!" > > ".....Natasha Yar?" Q grins at the android. He knew the temptation would be too great for one of them. With a snap of his fingers, a flash of light appears in the cargo-bay... Tasha looks at the black tar-like form in front of her. Armus it called itself. She shakes her head at its arrogance. Well, she's not going to let an overgrown blob stop her getting the Counsellor back. She strides across and is intent on jumping the dark river, when a force throws her backwards across the dusty ground. The last thing she remembers is the quick onset of darkness and voices around her. Then... Tasha opens her eyes, momentarily confused. "What the?" Then she sees both a familiar and unpleasant sight. [[listen to soundclip]]. Quick as a flash she moves one step forward and swings her fist, connecting sharply with Q's nose. "Quit playing puppet-master and send me back to the planet" she growls, grabbing Q by his mock Starfleet collar. Then she sees the rest of the people around her, all staring at her open-mouthed as if she were a ghost or something. She lets go of Q. "Alright, who died?" Nicholas is the first to speak. "You did...... I think." Tasha glances at the speaker. A reasonably attractive man wearing what looks like a leather jacket. Next to him is a woman in what looks like a Starfleet command uniform, but the colours are reversed. As she gazes around her, she then sees her fellow Enterprise crew, including Deanna. "Counsellor?" she murmers, not sure of anything at the moment. "I thought you were on the..." She trails off, then turns back to Q, glaring at him. "What did you just do?" she asks slowly, restraining herself from hitting him again. ------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Tasha Yar publicity Photo. Audio : Tasha-I don't believe this! ****************************************** From: Fran Catrair Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Getting Down to Business Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 00:10:55 -0700 (PDT) B'Elanna felt better as she continued her route to the Bridge. Stepping onto the Bridge, she received a surprised look from Tuvok. "There you are, Lieutenant! We have been looking all over for you." he stated. "We?" Torres scowled at him. "Oh, just the doctor, a crewman in the transporter room and your husband." he stated. "Tuvok, I'm not in the mood for games right now! Tell me what's going on!" she exclaimed, her irritation rising. "Take it easy, Lieutenant. The doctor noticed he had lost contact with you for the last 24 hours and were in distress. Unfortunately, Mr. Paris overhead the doctor's attempts to contact you, and he has been raising quite a fuss...demanding you be transported site-to-site to Cargobay Two." he concluded. ::A site-to-site transport?:: she thought. She knew Tom would have done it, too, but o-h-h, he would have been in trouble. ::He's such a loveable, but overprotective dolt.:: she thought to herself. Coming back to the conversation, she realized Tuvok was asking her a question. "Just why hasn't anyone been able to contact you, Lieutenant?" She thought to herself. "Oh, THAT'S what I forgot!" she exclaimed, slapping her forehead with the palm of her hand. #Computer, reactivate commbadge Torres, B'Elanna. Authorization Torres, Pi Alpha Three.# she finished. Turning to Tuvok, she grinned sheepishly. "When I was feeling ill yesterday, I turned off my commbadge when I reached my quarters. I knew if anyone needed to contact me, the computer would have." she finished. Tuvok looked at her and arched an eyebrow. ::Strange:: he thought. Nodding to her, Tuvok turned his attention back to the main viewscreen. After finishing her conversation with Tuvok, B'Elanna was commed by the computer. #There is a message in your quarters from Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge of The Enterprise.# the voice stated. #Computer, patch the message into the engineering station on the Bridge.# she ordered. #Acknowledged.# the computer replied. ::La Forge? she thought. He was legendary among engineers. She had read many of his theories and had followed his career whenever she could. She was impressed with his warp theories. The work he had done with Leah Brahms was also impressive, since Dr. Brahms had rarely collaborated with others. She couldn't wait to meet him and compare theories. As she read his proposal, she chuckled to herself. ::Poor Harry is quite antsy, isn't he?:: But she had to agree the proposal was worth exploring. Except Harry was not on the Bridge. She was about to query the location of the Ensign when her own badge was hailed. =^=I notice your signal is back, Lieutenant. Are you all right, B'Elanna?=^=the EMH asked, concern in his voice. =^=I'm fine, doctor. But just so you believe me, I will come to Cargobay Two immediately, so please tell that mother hen husband of mine I will be right down. I don't want him to be thrown into the brig or anything!=^= she finished, humoring him, knowing Tom was probably overhearing the entire exchange. She decided the meeting with La Forge would need to wait just a little longer. She knew she would probably get an earful from the doctor and from Tom for turning off her commbadge. Sighing, she looked at Tuvok. "Excuse me, Tuvok. I need to go the Cargobay to receive a lecture." she stated as she entered the turbolift. ::At least I'm getting my exercise!:: ------------------------------------------------------ As she prepared for transport onto Voyager, Elizabeth Shelby's thoughts were racing. She had finished reading the report Admiral Hansen had given her. She had to admit, she admired the Voyager crew. They had faced great adversity, being blasted into the Delta Quadrant. One ship had survived, and they had overcome great odds and had become one crew; a fine crew at that. Even better than most Starfleet vessels she had been on. She was particularly impressed with the information on Commander Chakotay and Chief Engineer B'Elanna Torres. ::The Admiral always sees things in black and white.:: she thought. She would follow her orders, but she still was looking forward to meeting Voyager's crew herself. < =^=Commander Tuvok to Commander Shelby. Permission < granted. You may come aboard. We are at yellow < alert. The Borg Cube threat has been temporarily < been nullified. Report to Cargobay Two. My captain < or your old captain, Jean Luc Picard, will fill you < in on your orders. Tuvok out.=^= Coming out of her musings, she heard Commander Tuvok's message. ::You have NO idea about my orders, Commander.:: she thought to herself. As she materialized onboard Voyager, she noticed a nervous looking ensign watching her. ::Great, what is it with me and ensigns lately? They are always nervous around me.:: she thought to herself. Of course, she knew her reputation didn't hurt, either. Forcing a smile, she looked at him. "Well Ensign, I never thought I would get here." she said. "Now, if you would just direct me to this Cargobay Two, I'll be on my way." she finished, looking at him expectantly. ------------------------------------------------------------ (attachments) Image: B'Elanna by a console. Image : Shelby closeup Image : Beautiful graphic of Voyager orbitting Earth. ****************************************** From: "Alex Delet" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] A New Tear Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 21:53:44 +0100 Although Jadzia Dax had performed the Ritual Death Scream several times, over fallen comrades, the split second, of which she heard her own Death Scream, was the longest and hardest she knew of. Jadzia knew, that she was gone... that the battle her body had been fighting since she encountered Dukat, earlier that evening in the Bajoran Temple, was lost. Starfleet Officers faced death frequently, and Dax was no exception. Jadzia knew, intellectually,one day she would cease to be aware of existence on this plane... She knew that one day, the only part of her alive, would be the part within Dax. But emotionally, she didn't want to give up... She and her husband could have a child, life could go on.... She had felt the Pah-Wraith energy flow through her...she had felt the evil from Dukat. But that had made her more determined to fight. Because of that, it hadn't been, until Worf, her mate, had admitted, and accepted defeat, that she herself admitted it. And then she had understood why the Prophets wept. And it was the deep sense of defeat, that she remembered first, when she found herself in a clearly Starfleet Cargobay. In front of a large vision. Although she would scarcely admit it to herself, her first though was, that this was a vision, from the...wormhole aliens. From the Prophets. Jadzia realised a second later, that this was no vision. The Trill turned in anticipation hoping to see Benjamin, or Julian, Or Worf. Instead she was faced with a vaguely familiar Starfleet Captain, and someone she had hoped she wouldn't have to see again. Q. Jadzia sighed inwardly, was this after-death? Q was menacing in his hesitation, "Welcome Back, Dax," ------------------------------------- Captain Kathryn Janeway watched Nicholas Locarno and Captain Picard, as they engaged in their discussion. Their voices were barely elevated, but Kathryn did not feel it appropriate for this to happen here. The Captain watched as Picard arranged with her first officer, an away team. Although Janeway was a student of science. Her interest had been tweaked by the Gateway. Resolving herself to study the gateway and the principles behind that, Janeway moved forward. To hear the snatch of conversation from the Android Lt Commander. Q was only too happy to oblige, and did.... a flash of white light, and a young Lieutenant, in the old uniforms... although Janeway was well aware that her crew were in what was the current 'old' uniform. The newcomer predated them. The woman looked around, at Janeway, before turning to Locarno.... "Q!" Picard and Janeway said together. Q chose to appear beside Janeway, "Aww... Come on Kathy, I'd do the same for you," he chuckled. Janeway was serious, "We have all wondered what it would be like to see a dead friend again," Janeway said, emphatically, "But what of the consequences!" Q clicked his fingers. And infront of Janeway, appeared a Trill, in a medical gown, staring straight at her. "You'll like this one, Kathy, She's a Science officer too..." Q said, backing off. Janeway realised that further protest would be futile, and that Q wouldn't be sending either of the temporal, and life refugees back. Dax... Janeway recognised the name. An officer who had served on DS9 when Voyager had left. Q was quick to explain, "Such a terrible way to go, duelling with a Pah-Wraith inhabited Cardassian Maniac," he said, "And then hearing Worf say goodbye in his own..." Q trailed off, "Brutish Way," "Your Back From The Dead," Q whispered, "Try to look happy," Dax stepped forward, "I am Lieutenant Commander Dax, Where Am I?" she asked. Janeway greeted her, "Hello," she defused, "Your aboard the Federation Starship Voyager," Dax seemed to relax, "And you are Captain Janeway," she said, "Voyager got home," "Yes," Janeway managed. "What am I doing here?" ---------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: Dax on her death bed. Image : Close up Dax, thinking. Audio : Death wail of a Klingon right. Image : Close up Janeway, sixth season. *********************************** From: "Samantha ." Subject: [voyagerliveaction] Blast from the Past Date: Sun, 13 May 2001 03:12:34 -0000 TANDEM POST Between 'Tim Sowards' AND 'Samantha' Via HOTMAIL Messenger. MAIN Characters Involved : Admiral Kirk Admiral Owen Paris Freeuse characters involved: Boothby Admiral Paris watched his son leave the turbolift and then sighed as he turned back to the holographic consult program. The face of the Academy's late garderner stared back at him, almost the same man who had once teased the Admiral about his strictness. "What it is, Boothby?" he asked stepping back into the lift. "We've recieved a few visitors since your emotional exit from the Bridge. There is a Commander Elizabeth Shelby and the legendary CO of the original Enterprise, James T. Kirk." At the sound of Kirk's name, Owen practically jumped out of his skin. That was impossible. Kirk died years ago after Picard had found him in the Nexus. "W-where is he, Boothby?" came the stammering answer. "He's on the Bridge of the Enterprise at the moment." Boothby informs the Admiral. At that moment he stopped and looked straight ahead before speaking again. "I've just detected a transport. Commander Shelby is now onboard, she is with Ensign Kim in Transporter Room One." "Thank you. Inform Captain Janeway that I will be with her soon. I have some other business to attend to before the away mission." Owen looked at the hologram for acknowledgement and with a flick of his wrist, he started the turbolift again. This time he was on his way to the Transporter Room. The Admiral's intentions were to find out how the infamous Captain had came to be here.Admiral Paris stepped off the lift and into the corridor. On his way he passed a slightly antzy Kim and collected Shelby. "Commander, Ensign." he nodded to the two officers as they passed and he stepped into the Transporter Room. "Enterprise-E's transporter room." In a shimmer of blue light the Admiral was transported from one ship to the other. Stepping off the transporter pad he left the room and headed straight for the bridge. The ride was fairly long, as the transporter rooms on the Enterprise were farther away from the bridge them most vessels in the fleet. Owen made him self presentable before entering the bridge. "Admiral Kirk?" he questioned the seasoned officer standing near the railing. The legendary James T. Kirk turns to greet the new voice,"Yes?" "I am Admiral Owen Paris from Starfleet Headquarters. I was wondering if I could speak to you on the basis of how you arived here in the 24th century." Owen kept his posture straight and looked the man into the eye. "Admrial, I hardly know myself. I was in my quarters aboard the Enterprise when I suddendly walked to my closet and found myself here." he replied. ::Interesting:: Owen thought to himself. This would be one for the books if Starfleet could figure it out. Hell, it would be the same even if they didn't. "Well, maybe we can put our minds together and figure it out. Please.." he motions for Captain Picard's Ready Room. "Admiral If you know my career, I'm not one to sit and think things out. Iw as on the Guardian's world after a request from The gate and I was sent here." Kirk explained. "I understand Admiral. Shall we take a walk them. Without a doubt, your knowledge of events leading to your appearance here is the only thing that may give us the answer as to how." he was insistant. "Call me Jim. And The only way we know how is figuring this problem out." the Admiral was sencere, but quickly got back to the point. "That's exactly what needs to be done. How we do that, is the question." Owen asked. "Risk Is part of the answer if you sit in that chair or any chair." Kirk's reply almost inacted that of a Vulcan. "I agree." Owen was getting fidgity with Kirk and didn't know what to do. "Look, There are things I don't know squat about. But unless we keep sitting on our thumbs doing nothing. Give me a ship." He looked Owen in th eye. "Trust me." "A ship? That seems a bit extreme at the moment. There's no doubt about your capability to command, but I must warn you that things in this timeline are much different then in yours. The risks are higher and some of the technology new." the request had surprised him so much that the last few words were but a whisper. Technolgy maybe different but it's the human factor that counts." He said the last words as peices of advice, "Making A diffrence Admiral." Owen considered what the wisened man said to him and pondered the risks of handing over a starship to him. There was the possibility of one of the more reliable aged vessels. Yet, they were not as reliable as Starfleet made them out to be. Then there was the advanced Ambassador class ships. One question nagged in his mind and he finally sucumbed to the curiousity of an answer. "Can you handle the pressure of commanding a vessel in the 24th century?" "Command is command Admrial." "But this is command changed by over a hundred years of advancement." "Change happens Admrial, But the spirit may never." the logic flowed thorugh the air. "What's the ship?" He said with a fire in his eye. He looked at Admrial Wondering what he'll say. Owen finally gave into the Admiral's logic on the matter of command. He almost didn't hear the questioned that he was asked. "There's only one ship that I have in mind that would be more... suitable. It is the Ambassador I class, USS Justice." he absent mindingly gave the information. "Where she moored?" Kirk looked at the viewscreen then back at Owen. "She's currently docked at the McKinnley Station which is orbiting Earth." he noticed the image on the viewscreen for the first time. The Borg cube was still silently placed just off Voyager's far starboard and even closer to the base. "Let's go." "Now?" question filled his eyes as he looked at Kirk. "What better time than the present." A slight smile crossed his face. "Well, I'll have to contact Starfleet Headquarters and find out the ship's status. Until then I suggest you familiarize yourself as much you can with the ship's systems, more specifically the upgrades on the basic equipement." he said this while walking over to the nearest vacant engineering station. "I"ll get familarized with what I can, just get me a crew. I want a Vulcan First officer." He went over to the station picking up padd and transfering information. "I'll see what I can do. Maybe Commander Tuvok will volunteer for the job. He is a highly qualified officer." he brought up the schematics for the Jutice and a list of all her systems. "He'll do." he continued to transfer data. "Good. I have to inform Captain's Picard and Janeway of the change and inform Starfleet Headquarters to ready the ship." Owen watched the man at work. "Who's the best engineer around?" he said unkowing scottyw as still around. Owen searched his mind for that information. "There are two well trained Engineers at our fingertips at this moment, but they are both pre-occupied with their own ship's operations. Another name comes to mind, a Lt. Commander Williams, but he is currently on assignment at Deep Space 8," he realiazes the nature of the question, "if it is your wish, Montgomery Scott is still in contact with headquarters. It's not certain if he is fit for the job though." "Scotty? Still around? Of course he's fit." Kirk said knowingly, "Okay, Let's get tot he Justice asap." Owen nodded and followed Kirk towards the turbolift. "First things first? Gotta go back in time to the point they left their own timeframe." Jim started to think aloud. Owen nodded and jotted down a few ideas as the lift hummed towards the shuttle bay. This was easier said then done. -------------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image : Kirk in his STII jacket. Image : TOS Kirk holding a model of the Enterprise. Image : Admiral Paris with Barclay at the pathfinder project. Gif: Poster of Kirk and Picard with words in yellow saying: Star Trek --The Passion that drives the Enterprise. ***************************************** END WEEK EIGHTEEN RECAP 05-13-01 (voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com) WEEK NINETEEN RECAP 05-13-01 (voyagerliveaction@yahoogroups.com) **************************************** From: "Roxy Dee" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] In the name of duty~~ Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 17:39:45 -0000 >Forcing a smile, she"Shelby"looked at him. "Well Ensign, I never thought I >would get here." she said. "Now, if you would just direct me to this >Cargobay Two, I'll be on my way." she finished, looking at >him"Kim"expectantly. Harry felt leaden. "Yes, uh.... yes, of course.. this way, ma'am. Uh, I mean Commander." ::Oh gee. That was brilliant Kim. Way to look pro.:: He added more trying to preserve face. "My captain and the captain of the Enterprise has just been handed an Iconian artifact from the Primary. You won't believe how big this 8472 really is! And it's got time travel ability.. Probably make your orders pale in comparison...." Kim indicated the door, handing her the datapadd Picard had asked any new Voyager arrivals of high rank to receive. It outlined pretty much what Harry had seen when he first joined up with Captain Picard. "This is everything from Boothby since Voyager's arrival in sector One. It is a joint log, since the Enterprise's Boothby is now co-linked to join both the Enterprise sensors and viewscreens and Voyager's to orient on the cargobay events. It also briefs about Primary and all data concerning the Borg Pyramid." Harry's amicable grin fell when he realized Shelby didn't take to his familiarity too warmly. ::Man, one would think she's on a witch hunt. Isn't she one of Hansen's lackies? I feel sorry for the Voyager crew. Their debriefing is about to get very rough indeed. Perhaps Commander Chakotay's jokes about her in the mess aren't too far off... Iron pants indeed.:: He mirrored Elizabeth's stiff posture and became escort neutral. "There's a cabin set aside if you'd like to visit that for your belongings. I've been asked to point that out to you." Ensign Kim said as Shelby and he made their way down the hallway toward cargobay two. ::I think my attraction has just chilled out. This Shelby's definitely not the social mingling type.:: Boothby snapped into being in front of them on one wallside terminal in the corridor. "By Section Eight regulations. I am required to notify all level One Beta security command personnel of the manifestation of classified subject matter and material in the cargobay, Commander Shelby. By orders of Admiral Hansen remote." Elizabeth's eyebrow rose.. "Understood. Specify.." Boothby glanced at Kim. Kim sighed, "I know about everything in there, Boothby. So does half the ship.. It's you that's being filtered from that material.. not us.. Commander, he's talking about the Preservers.. Commander Data has found a link of an Iconian artifact that Counselor Troi has brought back with her to the Preservers.. Interesting development.. It's all in your datapadd." "Just doing my job, Ensign.." Boothby grumbled. "And a mighty fine one at that.." Kim shot back, "But I am a bridge officer. I am not given to indiscretions about anything.. Don't let the lack of pips up here fool you...." He jerked a hand up at his own collar. "I stand corrected.." Boothby said. And his face winked out. Kim's face felt heated with indignation and he barely felt Shelby's presence next to him. ::Huh.. I should've got a promotion two years ago. What do I have to do? Save fifty people's lives to get one?:: Kim was bitter. His career was all he had left now that his grandmother was dead. Libby was supportative as ever but his ardor for her was somehow.. dulled. Sure enough.. Kim had to make something of himself career wise before he'd ever settle down. Ironically, his stranding with Voyager had done little to advance his experience in the eyes of Starfleet Command. ::Well, I am going to change all that.. Geordi LaForge and I are going to be integral to this mission. We are going to solve problems even before they happen for the away teams.:: By the time Kim had brought Shelby to the cargobay, his demeanor of down to business matched her own. He didn't say anything when her mouth flopped open at the sight of the massive Primary holding the active Iconian door in its claws showing the past. ::Got you Iron Pants.. Bet you've never seen one of those before..8472 do kinda take your breath away..:: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Geordi LaForge had just received a flag at his engineering work station that B'Elanna Torres had read his message he had sent to her. ::That was fast. I guess she is feeling better. Must be that amazing Klingon constitution.:: He queried his mail files but she had sent nothing in reply.. ::Hmm... :: he thought. ::Must be some trouble at the inn.. Most likely, her husband caught wind of her under the weather and is reacting to it. No doubt Torres will comm me when she is ready. LaForge kept tabs on Harry Kim and that ensign's where abouts through Boothby. ::I need his latest scans of the Iconian door that counselor Troi received when she had gone through it... Neither of the ships sensors are discerning enough..:: He flipped a hand to his combadge. =^=LaForge to Kim. Respond please. I'm ready to analyze that data..=^= Ensign Kim looked up from his place near the two captains. He saw Janeway and Picard look up at his call but he nodded to the captains and moved away a bit so he wouldn't disturb their away mission planning. =^= Ensign Kim here. Yes. I have the data.=^= he said holding up the counselor's tricorder. =^= She sort of dropped it when Tasha appeared..=^= Geordi's voice was hardened, "Ensign, that's not very d@mned funny. Tasha was a good friend of mine." Kim was aghast.. =^= Oh! Maybe you didn't know.. Q's here and he...well...sort of...brought her and a Commander Jadzia back from ...their.....deaths. They're both truly real and alive sir.. I am sorry if I startled you..=^= ::Yar? :: Geordi suffered flashbacks of Data reciting her eulogy at Tasha's funeral on the holodeck. "Uh, that's ok, I should have known with Q around. Let me know how everyone is.. I am stuck here in Engineering for a while longer. How about beaming me the counselor's tricorder?" Kim replied, =^=All right. Beaming this to the main engineering console in front of you..=^= Geordi saw the device sparkled into life in front of him. It was pitted and scarred from its trip with Deanna through time but its datacore was still fully powered and intact.. ::Thank heaven for small mercys.:: Geordi got to work studying the emission readings the tricorder had captured moving through the doorway. He linked his terminal to B'Elanna's on Voyager's bridge so she'd know what he was up to when she returned to her station there. ::No doubt these scans will pop out a theory or two between the three of us to clear up that through time communications fuzzing. I don't think Q is going to uphold his end of the bargain.:: ----------------------------------------------------- (attachments) Image: Geordi with his feet up in the shuttle. Image : Harry playing his clarinet. *************************************** From: "Clairissa Fox" Subject: [voyagerliveaction] They are here by queue now Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 18:36:27 -0000 I went over to Auntie Kathy and Captain Pikard to look at the key there in ther hands. You say I was right? I was only gessing. Are we going to go back there and get the little girl from her pod? I know we all want to be friends with her. I wuldnt want the purple monster to be mad at all of us. Chakoty! Chakoty! Hurry up with those away teams! I want to go over there to the cave and go see her. But we have to dig her out to. Primeery! Primeery! Do you want us to use this key to get your little queenie out? Then I saw three new peopl come to the ship. Queue snapped his hand and then a yellow hair woman in yello and black was there. I saw Deana Troy start to cry. Did she know this new one. I saw Pikard stop talking and he to went to Yarr's side. Then I heard what they all said. That Yar had been dead for a long time. I didnt get scared becaus she wasnt even smelly. But I did stay away becaus she lookd very mad at Queue. I dont know why she did. If I were dead and someone made me alive again. I would be very happy. Then I saw Queue tell Auntie Kathy that he was bringing Dax back. I remember her. She was the one who kept me safe when we were floting from the nexis to Voyager just before we got home. I went over to her Dax! Dax! Are you ok? Did queue give you back your belly friend? I know you had a cloud person from deep space nine in there before. Dont worry. My captain and the other one will help you figure out where you are now. Dont be scared. Then I looked for Kirky. He wasnt in the room! He had left with Mr. Pairs father to somewhere else. I wonder where they were going. I saw that Auntie Kathy didnt see that yet so I told her. Auntie Kathy! Aunty Kathy! Captain Kirky and Mr. Pairs dad isnt here any more. Did they have to go on another mission? I thougt we all were going on the one to Dinosaurland. But then I saw Harry. I went over to him and saw that he was talking to another enginear over his pin. I waited until he was done and then I ran over and took his hand. Harry! Harry! Who is that new lady with the red hair? Is she the one who saved Captain Pikard from being a robotman? I learnd that the new lady was called Shelbee and that she workd for admerals! Belanna and Tom Pairs were yelling again and the hollow doctor was right there. I think they were talking about how the baby was making Belanna sick and that she was hiding it. Why did she do that? If you were sick, a doctor would make you feel better right away. And Voyagers doctor was a very good one to be helped by. Then I watched as everybody went over the information we needed to go into the glowing door again. I went over to the Primeery and asked him a few things. Primeery! primeery! Are the robots on the cube going to leave us alone so you can get out the little girl? Yes. He said to me. Then I rememberd. Queue would keep those meanies away until we were done. But then I thought of mummy who was still standing by the railing. She hadnt talked or moved in a long time and 7 didnt either. I wondered if they were scared. Mummy! mummy! Dont worry. We have three starship captains now to help out with this doorway. I know Kirky isnt here but he might be trying to get back home again. I know I would if I were taken to a new place I didnt know. 7! 7! Why arent you saying anything? I miss you helping the ship. Then I went back to Queue. Queue! You are a big bully. You know that? All you do is scare us and bring back friends we said goodbye to. What do you really want? So keep your promis to us and fix the talking machine in the doorway like you said you wuld do. I saw Queue stand up and look me right in the eyes. ------------------------------------------------- (attachment) Image : Naomi with a camera imager. *************************************** From: "Cory Anda" Subject: Order into chaos Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 21:05:29 -0000 Tandem writing between "andacory@hotmail.com,killashandrarey @hotmail.com and pattik1@hotmail.com" via email tennis all through last week. MAIN characters we used : Tom Paris Deanna Troi Q Chakotay Freeuse for everyone characters : The EMH Boothby Primary Tuvok Molly Tom Paris's feet didn't even hit the floor when he saw his wife enter the cargobay. The EMH's objections became the furthest thing from his mind and he was at her side even before anyone else knew Torres had arrived. "Just what possessed you to disappear like that, B'Elanna? I had to hear it from the EMH that you were losing lunch alone in our quarters..." His statement held no sting. He kissed her head and held her in a brief hug with one hand protectively over her pregnant belly. ::And I probably moved h%ll and highwater getting more information about you too.:: he decided. He felt vaguely guilty about rounding on the doc. "I hope you'll forgive me, doc. I'm just not used to this over protective father thing.." "Noted, Mr. Paris.." the EMH grinned, putting away his bioprobe he had used to check out mother and child. "Although I'll say, any tension between the two of you will reflect on your daughter..so please.. for the sake of all of our sanities. Keep in touch with each other constantly.. We'll all be able to go about our duties a lot easier that way.." Tom waxed sheepish.. "Aye, aye doc. You can count on it. I didn't like finding out something was wrong any more than you did from me." he chuckled. "Apology accepted.." the doctor nodded, grinning like a doting grand father figure. "The baby's fine. And so's B'Elanna. Her nausea was just brought about by Voyager's last manuevers to get near the pyramid for this meeting of ours.." he said indicating the cargobay with a broad sweep of his arm. "History in the making.." and then the EMH's eye fell on Shelby, Yar and Dax.."Or history in the REmaking... I should say." Tom Paris looked up from his embrace of his wife and saw Nicholas Locarno, looking very standoffish toward anyone in a position of authority. He kissed B'Elanna once more on top of her head and tapped hers and his combadges before addressing the computer. =^=Computer..rig a continous com lock on Torres and myself. Beginning now. Implement.=^= ##Com tie in established.## the computer announced. Tom didn't fail to see B'Elanna rolling her eyes at that one. She sighed and went to work getting the new information being learned about the Iconian doorway. He pointed out to her that Deanna's tricorder had already been beamed to Geordi LaForge on the Enterprise. "LaForge's got her data already. I guess Harry beat you to it.. He's got something to prove here. I guess it's those lack of pips weighing heavily.." and he laughed. He whispered into her ear. "I've got a bit of me to visit next, I think.. back in a bit." Tom Paris casually sauntered over to Nick Locarno and stood by his side while both men studied the flickering Iconian doorway on the lower deck below them. Tom broke the silence,.."Going defensive against Picard and everyone here will backfire you know.. They don't know you from Adam so of course they're going to check you out. Janeway did that to me seven years ago. She saw me at my worst.. Locked in a penal colony on New Zealand Island, recalibrating solar coils.. She knew I was a convicted criminal.. but still.. she came to ME. Asked ME to be Voyager's pilot.. But the first one to accept me truly for who I am was little old Ensign Harry Kim over there. The rest of the crew? I had to earn their respect. Even had a little skin taken out of my hide once or twice. Right where it hurts the most.. " he pointed to his rank pins. Tom studied Chakotay and Picard coordinating details for the away mission.. Already piles of excavating equipement had been beamed near the doorway.. The Primary simply waited for its human counterparts to finish their arranging. Tom went on, talking lightly to Nick, "Hell, I had problems with everybody back on Earth and ended up in the Maquis with Chakotay over there. So did my wife for a while.. But believe me, turning rebel only means that there's that much more consequences to eat later on when the ride is over.. See that hard nosed red head over there? I know, she's a looker. But Shelby works for Starfleet Intelligence according to Tuvok. Or she used to ... I wouldn't be surprised if she were the one to disband Voyager's crew and file them off according to their worth to the Fleet. Me? I think that deal I made with Janeway will hold up. Immunity and a pardon of my sentence.. I just want to be a simply pilot on a low risk job somewhere where I can live with my wife and daughter in peace.." He turned and looked into Locarno's suspicious eyes. "So, if you've been ..reasonably clean in your cargo business. Picard will find nothing wrong. And he doesn't check computer records. He checks cargo directly.. It's that android you have to watch out for. He's the tenacious one. A real hound once on the scent. I've been watching how he parrots his friends and studies Q. I wouldn't be surprised if Shelby uses him to assess Voyager's crew in her debriefing." Tom smacked Nick in the chest amicably.. "If you want to keep people from snooping around your ship's cargo hold. Distract Picard and my captain will naturally follow.. I don't care about what you're hauling.. If it was anything really risky, Boothby would've sounded alarm by now... Your secrets safe with me. But here's a little advice... Be more helpful at least in appearances and then the heat will cool off... Know what I mean? You've got a friend here. Simply because.. at one time... I was once you.." Tom Paris moved away before Locarno could feel uncomfortable and back to his wife's side as she ran her scans through Geordi's link from the Enterprise. He smiled at Harry's chagrin when he visibled shivered at the sight of Shelby looking at what he was doing but he carefully afforded Locarno the discreetness he seemed to desire but not drawing attention t