8-18 - Mind Trap
By: Bec & Rebel (CoffeeNut47@aol.com)
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of Nine stared at the wall in front of her. Her gaze almost
seemed to pierce through the thin, metallic wall separating
the rooms, her eyes never deviating from a fixed point.
Blinking seemed to be almost mechanical, equally spaced
the wall observing the former Borg, Lieutenant Jordan shuddered,
swivelling around on her chair to face her colleague, who
was busily tapping away at her console, deeply engrossed
in her work. Behind Jordan, through the one-way window that
appeared as a mirror to the woman in the secure room, Seven
of Nine continued to stare directly forward, exhibiting
no change in her expression or posture.
her cup gently on her pregnant stomach, and casting a look
back over her shoulder at the Borg giving the penetrating
gaze, Lucy commented quietly, "It's almost as if she
can see us."
paused with her research to glance at her friend. "That's
crazy, Lucy. There's no way she can see us through that.
" she glanced up at the Borg perched
on the biobed. "A coincidence," she finished quietly,
looking most unsettled.
Lucy sighed. She looked back at Seven, who was still staring
directly ahead, her startlingly blue eyes still focused
on a certain point. The thought that the Borg was watching
them was more than she could stand. Though she and the rest
of the team doing surveillance and security work with Seven
of Nine had been assured during the briefing that she was
now harmless, Lucy failed to control the shiver that ran
down her spine every time she looked at the former Borg.
They had been enemies with the half-cybernetic race for
so long, that it certainly was strange to now be protecting
and guarding a member of that race now.
" Seven spoke in a hushed tone, though
her voice was amplified in the observation room. "Yes
" Suddenly, she was silent
again, as though listening to something
long is it until her debriefing again?" Yvette asked
either tomorrow or the day after," Lucy said, chewing
her lip thoughtfully. "I'm not entirely sure. You should
check with her file. Any reason?"
no reason in particular," Yvette assured her. "Just
between you and me, the sooner we get her
out of here, the better. She just gives me the creeps
Seven's cry rang out through the room, causing both women
to jump. "Unacceptable!"
sighed. "Me too. The sooner she's debriefed, the better."
Janeway was bored. Infinitesimally bored.
tossed down the PADD she had been attempting to read for
the fourth time that hour and rose from her chair, crossing
over to the replicator.
cup materialized with a hum and a blue shimmer and she picked
it up, cradling it in her hands as she slowly walked to
the window, where she could watch the myriads of Starfleet
officers scurrying about on odd errands. Even that seemed
to be more interesting than her work. She and desk jobs
did not mix -- and never had.
job. The very words sounded distasteful to her ears. She
much preferred the active life -- the likes of commanding
a starship -- to the dreary monotony of sitting at a table,
reading and rereading reports. The thrill of exploring,
of discovering and challenging the new and unknown had always
intrigued her, and she'd hoped to continue doing it throughout
her life. It was one of the reasons why she joined Starfleet
in the first place.
here she was, stuck doing reports -- her greatest nemesis.
There was a reason she'd left most of them to Chakotay while
still aboard Voyager.
thoughts travelled of their own will to her former ship
and crew and the time they had all spent fighting their
way through the Delta Quadrant. As usual, she began to wonder
whether she was sorry that things had turned out the way
they had -- that they'd ended up stuck in the Delta Quadrant
for seven years, trying futilely to find a way home. She'd
done a lot of thinking about that very issue during their
involuntary exile, and, inevitably, the answer was no every
time. Their time together had bonded them as a group, in
an unprecedented way, and Voyager's crew had become more
than that, more than her crew -- they'd become her family.
She knew she would have taken the same options, even if
she had known about Voyager's fate when she took command
of the ship.
could still remember that day. She'd been so happy, so excited
that Starfleet's newest ship would be hers to command --
excited at the prospects of doing things never before attempted,
of pushing the novel technology to its limits. And she'd
done exactly that -- and had a whole lot of fun doing it.
Yes, she had made some questionable decisions, but she had
tried to put them behind her and had resolved not to make
the same mistakes again. It had been tough, but she lived
for challenges -- and her time on the opposite side of the
galaxy had been fulfilling in a manner that nothing previously
ever had. She'd changed, she'd matured, she'd had some of
the best times she'd ever had, and she wouldn't have given
that up for anything.
wished she were back on Voyager.
mind returned to the present with a thump, and she felt
her heart begin to sink. Those seven years had been some
of the best years of her life -- and now Voyager's technology
was no longer cutting-edge, and she was trapped in an office.
Three days, and she was already feeling the strain of her
less-than-fulfilling desk job.
sighed, taking a long swallow of her coffee, and gently
massaged her temples. All those lines of repetitive, one-form
writing had started to give her a headache. She longed to
be on the bridge of a starship again, commanding it into
places previously unknown.
she hoped she'd get the chance to do that once more. Until
then, it was simply a matter of adjusting to her current
deep down inside, she wondered if she ever would.
the other crewmembers being detained and awaiting their
debriefings, Seven hadn't personalized her living space
in any way. No items of a personal nature lay around; no
photographs, no data PADDs, nothing for entertainment. Only
necessities were in the room, such as clothing, and even
those were stored neatly in the drawers provided. The room
appeared as pristine and as immaculate as it had been when
she had been assigned to it in the first place.
a whoosh, the doors to her cell opened, and a blonde security
officer stepped through, smiling cheerfully.
of Nine?" she asked, although it was clearly a rhetorical
question. There was no mistaking the former Borg for anyone
else, and she was already the object of much curiosity and
speculation. Voyager's entire senior staff was well known
throughout the Federation for their soon-to-be legendary
journey home, but Seven had gained more publicity than all
but Kathryn Janeway, due to her being half Borg.
Lieutenant Hawkins," the security officer continued,
introducing herself. "I'm here to accompany you to
your debriefing, if you're ready."
rose from her seat on the small bed. "I am
she stated, approaching the Lieutenant.
right then," the young woman said cheerfully, leading
her out of the room. Outside of the door, two armed security
officers stood, awaiting the woman's exit. In silence, they
began their journey across Starfleet Headquarters to reach
the briefing rooms. The corridors were reasonably quiet,
not bustling with activity, as Seven had once supposed that
Starfleet Headquarters would be.
was conscious of the looks she was getting from any personnel
they did pass. She supposed the rest of the crew must be
getting the same kind of treatment, being instantly recognized,
and she wondered how long it would continue. She disliked
the attention she had been accustomed to getting from the
fact that she was half-Borg, and if this attention increased,
as it looked set to do, she was unsure of how she would
just in here," the woman's voice said pleasantly, gesturing
to a doorway on the left as they slowed to a halt.
doors opened to reveal a large room, rays of sun filtering
in through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room.
A large table stood in the middle of the room, surrounded
by chairs, at which numerous Admirals were seated. Pieces
of tasteful artwork were the only decoration to the room's
walls, and plants stood alongside the walls. In one corner,
there was a small tank of lionfish.
chatter that had filled the room was now hushed, and Seven
found the silence rather distracting.
be seated," Hayes said quickly. As Seven did so, he
began. "Now, would you please begin by stating your
name and former designation for official records?"
of Nine," Seven replied. "Formerly of Tertiary
Adjunct of Unimatrix 01."
she finished, Hayes picked up his data PADD, preparing to
begin questioning. "On what date did you first join
the Voyager crew?"
51003.7," came Seven's prompt answer.
was your first reaction to Voyager?"
disliked being forced to remain on board," Seven recalled.
"I had no desire to become an individual. I wished
to rejoin the Collective. I was unsure of how to survive
without the Hive mind."
you deny that you attempted to contact the Borg?" Hayes
asked, regarding her with an icy stare.
Seven said, seemingly unintimidated by the harsh look. "I
have stated that I attempted to communicate with the Borg
several times in my logs which I believe you have examined."
looked at her. "Why did you wish to contact the Borg?"
wished to rejoin the Collective," Seven stated.
was all I had ever known," Seven said, her mind quickly
attempting to find a way to explain so that Hayes would
be able to comprehend. "To me, the Borg were my equivalent
of a family."
when you had adjusted to this individuality, did you wish
to return to the Borg Collective?" Hayes asked.
paused for a moment, as though wondering how this could
be significant. "No, I did not."
fail to see how this is relevant," Seven protested,
voicing her concerns, but got no further.
answer the question," Hayes insisted sharply.
gave him an almost exasperated look, then continued. "I
had discovered that there was perhaps more to humanity and
being an individual than I had first assumed. Although I
found the silence within my own mind disturbing, I adapted."
you attempt to contact the Borg after this?" Hayes
queried, leaning slightly forwards, as though eager to hear
her next words.
Seven responded. "I did not."
Seven firmly stated.
leaned backwards, disappointment emanating from him. "All
right, let's move on," he said, looking back at the
data PADD in his hand. "What were your feelings towards
Kathryn Janeway when you first met her?"
persistent." Seven stated. "At
first, I-" she cut herself off, a suddenly blank look
on her face. Staring directly ahead for a moment, she abruptly
looked back to Hayes, meeting his eye-line, but saying nothing.
Hayes prompted her impatiently.
gave him a slightly bewildered look. "I'm sorry
shook his head, giving Seven a particularly nasty look.
"Reluctance to answer questions
he spoke aloud as he tapped away at his PADD.
are you-" Seven got no further.
move on, shall we?" Hayes said rhetorically, looking
at Seven. "Do you feel responsible for any of Voyager's
further dealings and involvement with the Borg?"
looked blankly at him, then looked back into space, muttering,
you are correct, as always
of the Admirals seated around the table exchanged concerned
looks, then looked to Hayes for their lead. Hayes seemed
rather taken aback by this sudden change in behavior.
repeat, do you feel responsible for any of Voyager's further
dealings and involvement with the Borg?"
is not important," Seven muttered, looking at him,
then around the table at the other Admirals.
evidence of lack of cooperation," Hayes noted, glaring
at her and jotting down more details onto the PADD.
believe so," Seven said quietly, looking at the ceiling,
her eyes wandering about the room, as if taking it in for
the first time.
assorted admirals shared further concerned looks, and Hayes
asked aside to a gray-haired woman seated next to him, "Was
that directed to me?"
think she's talking to herself," the woman responded,
never taking her eyes off of the former Borg for an instant.
unacceptable!" The sudden change in Seven's facial
expression was startling. She looked decidedly angry; furious
in fact, and was glaring angrily ahead, directing an icy
stare at the wall. "Failure is unacceptable. I've told
you this before!"
we contact Starfleet Medical?" one of the Admirals
asked worriedly in a low tone.
nodded as confirmation. "Contact Starfleet Medical,
let them know what's happening, and get a security detail
to escort her."
we should contact their Doctor," another Admiral suggested.
"To see if anything like this has ever happened before
idea," Hayes praised, his eyes not leaving the former
Borg for a single second.
conversation ceased as the metallic doors swished back,
and three pairs of eyes fixed directly on the two Starfleet
security guards dressed in gold and black uniforms who stood
in the narrow doorway. One held a large phaser compression
rifle, which struck B'Elanna as unnecessary, since they
were releasing Tom, not doing anything for which a weapon
would be carried as standard procedure.
Eugene Paris?" One of the guards asked formally, looking
directly at Tom as he addressed him. They seemed to be almost
intimidated by the former Maquis members in the room, making
no attempt to enter the room.
guess that's my cue," Tom said, rising slowly. He had
spent the entire morning dreading this one moment. As he
stood, he immediately turned to face B'Elanna. "Are
you gonna be okay?" he asked her gently.
be fine," B'Elanna said honestly as she stood up too.
She kissed him gently on the lips, wrapping her arms around
his neck. "Give my love to Miral." she smiled,
feeling a small pang as she thought of her precious daughter.
The separation was hard on her. She knew perfectly well
that the child was in safe hands, but it was still difficult
to be apart from her own daughter for such a long time.
will," Tom agreed, returning the smile as they broke
apart. It was hard to keep up the façade of being
pleased at his departure when B'Elanna wasn't accompanying
him, but he maintained it well. He had offered to stay,
but B'Elanna had quickly dismissed the suggestion, assuring
him that she would be fine, and reminding him that Miral
needed at least one of them.
care of yourself, Tom," Chakotay said, clapping the
younger man on the back.
too," Tom said genuinely, returning the gesture before
turning back to B'Elanna, and kissing her once more. "See
you in a few days, if all goes well."
wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. "I
love you," she murmured softly.
you too," Tom returned with yet another smile, as they
slowly broke apart. Finally, he bent down to pick up the
small bag of belongings he'd packed earlier that had spent
the morning resting against the bed. With little effort,
he threw it over his shoulder. "I'll see you soon,"
he promised yet again, as if to reaffirm that it would only
be a matter of days before they were reunited.
towards the door, Tom turned one final time to face B'Elanna.
"Bye," he managed, before stepping out of the
doorway, the metallic doors sliding shut behind him.
sank back down onto the comfortable chair, staring at the
closed door after her husband's departure, the barrier between
her and her own freedom.
you all right?" Chakotay asked, slightly concerned.
B'Elanna's face betrayed no emotion, but he knew her too
well to assume that this meant she was fine. B'Elanna vented
her rage, but that was the only emotion she failed to control.
When she was hurting, it was only ever down to his intuition
or her confiding in him that he knew her true feelings.
fine," B'Elanna said, finally averting her gaze to
look back at Chakotay. She sighed. "I don't like being
separated from them. They need me, Chakotay."
see them soon," Chakotay assured her gently.
know," B'Elanna said, allowing her lips to curl slightly
upwards, a trace of a smile at the thought. "But that
doesn't make it any easier, Chakotay. I'm kept apart from
my own daughter
and now my husband." She sighed
softly. "Things were so much easier back on Voyager."
wouldn't say that," Chakotay disagreed. "Alien
races determined to destroy Voyager at every turn, having
to ration anything of importance, constant battles, journeying
through uncharted space, not knowing who or what we'd be
facing the next day
It was hardly a walk in the park."
B'Elanna admitted. "But still, there wasn't this,"
she gestured hopelessly around the room. "Confinement,
debriefings, being treated as criminals."
always knew this would come someday, though," Chakotay
told her truthfully. "When we joined the Maquis, we
knew this could, and probably would, be the eventual outcome.
It just took a while in coming about."
were different back then," B'Elanna said, sighing and
staring back at the metallic doors. "I didn't have
a family. It was just me for myself. If I was tortured or
killed by the Cardassians, it didn't matter. No one would
have been affected by my death. But now I'm being kept from
I have people who need me now. Responsibilities.
And instead of being where I should be, I have to stay here."
She looked around the room, and then back to Chakotay letting
out a deep breath of air. "It's just frustrating."
moment passed in silence, before Chakotay asked, "Do
you ever miss the Maquis?"
gazed carefully at the ground, her eyes following the cement
lines in the cracks between the tiles. "I don't know,"
she said thoughtfully. "Sometimes -- of course. It
was a hard life, but I liked it. I fought alongside good
people, and I did believe in the cause."
most of the time I don't miss that life," B'Elanna
admitted. "I have Tom and Miral now. I'm not a homeless
mercenary, just working for something to do. I've a family
that depends on me. I'm a wife and a mother. It's a more
satisfying life than serving in the Maquis."
can understand that," Chakotay said honestly. He could
identify with her sentiments, even shared them. But unlike
B'Elanna he had no family now. Nothing had changed specifically,
but that lifestyle merely didn't seem appealing for other
about you?" B'Elanna asked, suddenly interested in
the conversation. She turned towards him, drawing one knee
up onto the seat of the chair and resting the palms of her
hands on her knee. "Do you ever miss the Maquis?"
thought for a moment. "Sometimes," he finally
decided, wondering whether to elaborate further. In all
honesty, he wasn't really sure he could explain everything
clearly. He wasn't even sure he knew himself. He had done
a lot of thinking during their time in the Delta Quadrant
And though he no longer wanted to be part of a resistance
movement, at times Chakotay did miss it.
gazed back to the wall, sensing the conversation had drawn
to an abrupt end. But Chakotay continued.
miss some aspects of it," Chakotay said, his tone slightly
distant. "The lifestyle suited me back then
I couldn't do that now."
was on the tip of B'Elanna's tongue to ask why, but she
managed to restrain herself. She disliked being pressured
into volunteering any information about her past -- and
as a result she rarely pressed anyone about their past.
inwardly sighed. He wanted to tell B'Elanna, but he wasn't
sure he could fully explain it to her
or anyone. He
hadn't lost faith in the cause, nor had he gained any fondness
for Cardassians. But he had put it past him, he had moved
on. Although Chakotay still had sympathy for anyone opposed
to the Cardassians because of personal reasons, similar
to his own, he no longer felt the same strong urge to fight
them, to make them pay for their own crimes.
he simply explained, "I'm a different person now
Being stranded in the Delta Quadrant gave me a lot of time
to think about everything. I came to the conclusion that
I couldn't involve myself in another resistance movement
ever again. Not unless the cause was something very close
to my heart, and perhaps not even then."
nodded in understanding, carefully listening to every word
he had to say. It wasn't the first time they had discussed
their past in the Maquis recently, but each time they discussed
it she discovered new information about Chakotay. She found
their conversations fascinating -- there was so much still
to learn about him, though she classed him as one of the
people she knew best.
tell you what I do miss," Chakotay said, his distant
tone suddenly changing to a very alert one. He smiled at
B'Elanna, suddenly animated as he spoke quickly. "The
poker games we used to have in the evenings when things
shook her head, a smile on her face. "You were never
very good at card games, Chakotay."
can remember beating you once or twice," Chakotay said,
remembering a few victorious occasions.
had a few lucky hands," B'Elanna defended herself.
Her eyes were suddenly serious for a moment. "We had
some good times in the Maquis, didn't we?"
did," Chakotay agreed, his statement every bit as serious
as hers. "It wasn't all bad. There were a lot of things
I did that I'm not proud of
a lot of mistakes I made.
But there were some good times in with the bad."
was almost dreading his debriefing. He was aware that they
would ask probing questions, not only about Voyager, but
also about his time in the Maquis, probably dredging back
painful memories. He wasn't proud of everything he'd done
when he'd served in the Maquis, and he had put most of it
behind him. Chakotay wasn't looking forward to talking about
such things. With B'Elanna, he could discuss their past.
But with a roomful of strangers?
looked at him, debating inwardly whether to ask the question
in her mind or not. After a short pause, she ventured, "Do
you ever regret joining the Maquis?"
Chakotay said instantly, surprising himself at how quickly
the answer came. "I might regret some of the choices
I made, some of the acts that I did in the name of duty,
but I don't regret it. At the time it was the right thing
to do, leave Starfleet to defend my home colonies. I couldn't
stay with Starfleet after they had failed to protect my
family and friends; so I joined the Maquis to do what I
could to help the cause. Maybe part of it was about revenge
On some level I think I wanted to make the Cardassians pay
for what they had done to my home. But more than that, it
was about helping to ensure that the tragedy on Trebus didn't
happen again to any other colony similar to my homeworld,
fortunate enough to still be alive. There's no way I could
nodded as she listened intently to him talk. "My reasons
weren't nearly as noble," she admitted. "I joined
the Maquis because I needed a job. After the Cardassians
attacked the freighter and killed the Captain I had nowhere
to go. You needed a skilled engineer; I was a skilled engineer
in need of a post. It served both our needs."
glad that you didn't have a noble reason," Chakotay
cut in, speaking from experience. "My 'noble reason'
was that I'd lost my family in a brutal attack. I'm glad
that you didn't join for similar reasons to my own. I wouldn't
wish that on anyone."
you rather have had people like that though?" B'Elanna
asked. "It would have avoided spies like Tuvok getting
into our midst
it would have ensured loyalty to a
wouldn't have stopped spies," Chakotay argued. "We
ran background checks anyway, yet Seska joined, remember?
Anyone could lie, B'Elanna. I understand what you're saying,
but we couldn't look into each claim that they were family
or friends of a victim."
true," B'Elanna said, momentarily pausing as she thought
about Seska. Changing the subject slightly, she spoke aloud,
"I miss her. It's ridiculous
she was a traitor
who deceived us all, and a member of a race I learnt to
detest, but she was a friend for so long."
didn't speak, and for a brief moment, B'Elanna was worried
she had overstepped her bounds in their conversation. She
knew only just how much Seska's betrayal had hurt Chakotay.
They had, after all, been lovers for a time. Seska had deceived
Chakotay more than any of them, the pretense of being in
love with him, using him in such an intimate way to gain
his confidence and to gather information.
that, Seska had toyed with his affections. During the course
of her relationship with him she had gained a valuable insight
into his character, which she had later used to her advantage.
Lying, she had told him that her baby was fathered by him
as a ploy to take control of Voyager. B'Elanna didn't blame
Chakotay for not missing her, perhaps even loathing or hating
Seska. The Cardassian woman had hurt him badly, in ways
he was unlikely to forget.
don't miss her," Chakotay finally said, looking B'Elanna
directly in the eye as he spoke, his tone hard. "How
could I? It's not the fact that she was a Cardassian spy,
though that in itself was bad enough. But
trailed off, seemingly unable to continue his sentence.
nodded understandingly, regretting bringing up the painful
topic. She had known it was difficult for Chakotay to speak
of his past with Seska. Quickly, she changed the subject.
"Are you going to visit Sveta when you're released?"
she asked, curiously.
like to," Chakotay said, contemplating the possibility.
"It depends on whether I can arrange with Starfleet
to visit her sometime. They might not like it
might see it as former Maquis conspiring."
sure they would," B'Elanna said in a low tone. She
looked around the room again, as she was yet again reminded
of their current situation. "They see conspiracies
I'm sure we're being monitored, under constant
surveillance. I trust Starfleet command about as far as
I can throw them." She gazed around the room, her eyes
hunting suspiciously for any surveillance devices.
we're criminals, B'Elanna," Chakotay reminded her.
"Starfleet are well within their rights to confine
us here and keep a close eye on us."
doesn't make me feel any better," B'Elanna said, sighing.
"Do you think the rest of the former Maquis are getting
the same treatment?"
fairly likely," Chakotay decided.
the door suddenly opened, Chakotay and B'Elanna both turned
to the silver doorway. In the doorframe stood the same two
Starfleet officers that had collected Tom earlier on. It
suddenly dawned on B'Elanna how much time had passed, and
she immediately concluded that it was time for Chakotay's
debriefing to begin.
Chakotay, would you come with us, please?" One of the
guards addressed Voyager's former first officer.
stood, placing a hand on B'Elanna's shoulder. "I'll
see you later," he told her with a smile.
luck," B'Elanna wished him with a half-hearted smile,
but with a genuine tone of voice.
nodded his thanks as he removed his hand and strode across
the room, exiting through the doorway with the guards. The
door slid shut again, leaving B'Elanna alone with her thoughts.
primly on the regulation Starfleet bed, Seven of Nine looked
around the bleak room. White walls and sparse, adequate
furnishing adorned the debriefing room, giving it a sterile,
bare feel. Indeed, there was a smell of disinfectant in
the air, as if the room had just been given a thorough scrubbing.
was tired, tired of being held captive while she waited
for Starfleet to finish examining her. They were far too
interested in her half-Borg properties for her liking, but
there was nothing she could do about it except wish she
some consciousness deep in the back of her mind, pushed
at her awareness. She took a deep breath and willed it back
with sheer force of mind, trying to drive it away, to clear
her mind. For a moment, she succeeded -- but then the entity
lashed back out against her, easily overpowering her feeble
mental defences and sending her mind and senses into chaos.
by the being inside her brain, Seven exploded off the bed
and flew straight out the door without pausing to look back.
She turned right and ran as fast as she could down the corridor,
not stopping, not thinking. She didn't know where she was
going or why she was going there -- all she knew was that
she had to escape from her confinement.
so she did.
followed the guards through the intricate maze of corridors
in Starfleet Headquarters. They walked in silence, and he
supposed the guards had been commanded not to discuss anything
was eerily quiet, and he presumed it must be later than
he had imagined.
the building was bustling with activity, Starfleet officers
tearing down the corridors with a purpose to their stride,
delegations from alien races touring the building, and various
Admirals leisurely walking around the building, in no hurry
to get to their next meeting. But the corridors were almost
empty, and the only people they had encountered so far had
been other security guards.
shook his head, sighing inwardly. How much of a threat did
Starfleet think the Maquis were? Despite their past records,
Chakotay knew the men and women that had served under him
so long ago were now changed individuals.
at any rate, the handful of remaining Maquis certainly weren't
enough to be considered a threat to the Federation, even
if their intentions had been as Starfleet suspected they
the guards down yet another corridor, they finally came
to a halt outside a metallic door. One of the guards pressed
the door chime, and almost immediately, an authoritative
voice from inside the room replied, "Come."
followed the guards into the large, airy room that lay beyond
the doors. It was one of the higher floors of Starfleet
Headquarters, with a spectacular view of San Francisco bay,
easily visible through the large windows that lined the
the center of the room stood a large, oval table, complete
with comfortable looking gray chairs. Around the table,
various members of Starfleet's admiralty were seating, talking
amongst themselves, sipping at glasses of water, and scrolling
through information on their PADDs that Chakotay imagined
was his personnel file.
one end of the table, Admiral Hayes was seated. Chakotay
was vaguely familiar with the man, knowing only that he
was in charge of debriefings. At the other end of the table,
opposite Hayes, was the only empty chair, obviously intended
Chakotay," Hayes acknowledged the former Maquis' entrance
with a curt nod. "Please be seated." It was a
command, not a request, and Chakotay obeyed, moving towards
his chair, and seating himself in the comfortable grey chair.
The armed security guards that had escorted him to the briefing
moved to stand on vigil by the door.
was a short moment of silence, as Admiral Hayes concentrated
on the PADD in his hand, scrolling through it, before looking
towards Chakotay. "Let's get started, shall we?"
he asked. His tone was unfriendly, almost bordering on disrespectful,
and Chakotay's fears about the debriefing were suddenly
reaffirmed, as he realized that Hayes was not about to make
you first, for the record, state your name, and former designation?"
Hayes requested. He emphasized the word 'former' almost
attempting to make a point out of the fact that he was superior
former Commander of the USS Voyager," Chakotay stated,
trying not to make his tone match Hayes'. He appreciated
the fact that he was no longer within Starfleet, and didn't
resent it, but he disliked such a point being made of it.
Hayes looked around at his colleagues, then at Chakotay.
Glancing at the data on the PADD, he then proceeded to ask,
"Obviously, most logical place to start is at the beginning.
How did you come to be in the Delta Quadrant?"
looked slightly confused at the question, since it was common
knowledge, but began to speak anyway. "We were in the
Badlands, in conflict with Gul Evek. A distortion wave that
we were unable to outrun hit us, and we found ourselves
in the Delta Quadrant, having been pulled away by an array
of some description-"
Hayes instructed, raising a hand. "Did you attempt
to discover from the 'array' why you had been brought there?"
had no time before we were all transported aboard the array
and subjected to tests."
kind of tests?" Came the immediate response.
sighed. "Compatibility. He was interesting in finding
compatible humanoids that could take over his responsibility
in caring for the Ocampa when he died."
all due respect, I don't see how this is releva-"
held up his hand by way of silencing Chakotay. "Please,
just answer the question."
not to show his irritation, Chakotay calmly said. "He
felt responsible for the Ocampa, so he was attempting to
find heirs to the position of 'caretaker' for their people."
what was the nature of these
biological," Chakotay supplied. "The Doctor later
determined that there was also some probing on a mental
level, but he couldn't specify exactly what
the Caretaker was looking for anything specific or observing
something in particular."
Hayes mused for a moment, scrolling down through some data
on the PADD. "Thank you, Mister Chakotay, that has
most useful. Now, jumping a little ahead, would
you tell us about the problems in choosing a new chief engineer?"
paused for a moment, resisting the urge to demand to know
just what the importance of the question was. As far as
he was aware, the debriefing was supposed to be on events
of significance in the Delta Quadrant, not on minor events.
And certainly not on their entire journey home. Nevertheless,
chief engineer was killed when they were hurled into the
Delta Quadrant. We naturally had to appoint-"
his teeth in annoyance, Chakotay said, "I had already
been made first officer by this stage."
see." He waved his hand. "Please, continue."
needed to appoint a new chief engineer, and we narrowed
it down to two choices, Joe Carey and-"
me, excuse me," Hayes cut in, interrupting once more.
"You say 'we narrowed it down.' However, isn't it true
that Captain Janeway already wanted Joseph Carey, and was
reluctant to even consider Ms Torres for the post?"
you already know this, then why are you asking me?"
Chakotay managed, his tone low. This was frustrating, to
say the least. It was reminiscent of an interrogation, when
it was supposed to be a debriefing.
have our reasons, Mister Chakotay," Hayes said darkly.
"You were saying
narrowed it down to our two choices, Joe Carey and B'Elanna
Torres. Both were skilled, highly talented engineers. In
the end, B'Elanna was chosen once she proved her ability
and initiative to Captain Janeway when she helped us-"
because of that?" Hayes chimed in. "You're honestly
saying that you didn't put in a good word on B'Elanna's
course I did," Chakotay snapped, nearing breaking point.
He was, by nature, a calm man, but Hayes' attitude was getting
ridiculous. "But I didn't make her out to be anything
she wants, I merely told the Captain that she was a highly
talented engineer who at least deserved consideration. I
did not push for B'Elanna, or use my position in any way
to influence the Captain's decision. I merely demanded that
B'Elanna be given equal consideration as Mr Carey. That's
see," Hayes said, calmly. "Thank you. Now then
could you please tell us, at the start of your journey,
what were your feelings towards Mr Paris?"
disliked him because of what happened in the Maquis,"
Chakotay said honestly. "However, as time went on-"
asking about at the start of your journey," Hayes corrected
him sharply. "What were your feelings towards Mister
Paris as you embarked on the mission back to the Alpha Quadrant?"
didn't trust him and I didn't like him," Chakotay said,
thinking back to those days. "I had little respect
for the man. He was too cocky for my liking, always so sure
of himself. He took too many risks, endangered too many
people. I didn't like his manner, his way of dealing with
things, and people. I didn't like the fact that he placed
little importance on some issues that I and others consider
to be of value."
in short," Hayes said, as Chakotay finished. "There
was no love lost between you and Mister Paris?"
yes," Chakotay agreed.
Hayes nodded. "What were your feelings towards him
when he was believed to have committed a murder on the Banean
was disappointed in him," Chakotay said, thinking carefully.
"He'd let down Captain Janeway and Voyager. However,
I wasn't surprised. I was almost expecting him to mess things
up, waiting for it to happen."
you believe he did the crime before he was proven innocent?"
Chakotay said, a note of guilt creeping into his voice.
"I truly believed he did commit the crime. Captain
Janeway and Tuvok listened and believe him when he told
them he didn't do it. But I judged him on what I knew of
his character, without looking at the evidence closely,
or listening to his claims."
you do that with many of the crew?" Hayes tone was
course not," Chakotay replied quickly.
you singled out Mister Paris?"
didn't say that," Chakotay retorted.
you implied it," Hayes said, his tone still infuriatingly
I didn't," Chakotay said, his voice rising as he stared
angrily at Hayes across the table, rapidly losing control
of his temper. "I merely admitted that I disliked Mr
Paris at first, and believed he committed a crime which
he did not. That was a mistake on my part and I learnt from
it. Can we please move on?"
well," Hayes said, sounding very put out by Chakotay's
to calm down, Chakotay took a mouthful from the glass of
water that was in front of him. This 'debriefing' was every
bit as bad as he had expected or feared it to be. They were
dredging up memories that he would have rather remained
buried, and opening old wounds. He wasn't proud of some
of the things he had done, and they were sure to mention
all of them. Sighing, he looked up at Hayes, as the Admiral
began to speak.
played with a small, framed photograph of Tom, Miral, and
herself in her hands. It was one of the few personal belongings
she had brought with her, a memory of happier times, and
a reminder of what it would be like again soon.
distant look on her face was one of sadness as she thought
of her family. At first she had dealt with the separation,
but now with Tom also gone, things were worse. For the first
time in a while, she was lonely. From an early age, B'Elanna
had been almost anti-social, disliking the company of others.
in the Maquis, she had been a notoriously private person.
There had been a few people with whom she would share more
with than most, Seska and Chakotay amongst them, but even
when she was with them, she had told little about herself.
She even refused to allow them into her life beyond a certain
time on Voyager had cured her from that, the isolation of
the Delta Quadrant beginning to get to her. She had formed
friendships with Harry and Tom, and maintained hers with
Chakotay. Gradually, little by little, B'Elanna Torres had
come out of her shell, and now left to her own devices,
she found herself craving that companionship.
more than that, she missed Miral and Tom. Being married
to Tom had brought her more happiness than she had ever
known, and Miral had just perfected their lives. Being without
them when she knew there was a family who needed her was
driving her insane, her feeling of responsibility kicking
was drawn out of her reverie as the door opened. Her head
swung round to face the door, seeing who the visitor was.
As her own debriefing wasn't until the next day, a visitor
the doorframe stood the holographic doctor, along with two
he entered the room with a few simple strides. "I need
your assistance. Starfleet's given authorization for you
to be released into my custody for a few hours as long as
we remain on Starfleet premises."
what's going on?" B'Elanna queried as she followed
him out of the room, and down the hall, struggling to keep
up the hurried pace the Doctor set.
malfunctioning," the Doctor lied.
He had never been an accomplished liar, but he wasn't about
to risk anyone overhearing. Besides, now wasn't the time
to attempt to explain it all to B'Elanna, especially since
he wasn't entirely sure of what was going on himself. He
knew it was deeper than a simple malfunction, but he couldn't
be sure just how much deeper.
happened?" B'Elanna queried, slightly out of breath.
Sudden exercise was a shock to her system.
strangely," the Doctor said. He
was unable to describe it as anything else. "During
her briefing, Starfleet determined that she was in need
of a psychiatric evaluation, during which she lashed out."
ideas? Theories as to why?" B'Elanna asked.
that I'd care to share until we've examined her further,"
the Doctor said, sharply turning a corner.
do you need me to assist?" B'Elanna asked quickly.
She narrowly missed running straight into a crewman as she
followed the Doctor, her pace barely short of a jog.
a doctor, B'Elanna, not an engineer. You know Seven's implants
better than anyone else, you're familiar with the technology."
was about to respond when they entered the medical Infirmary
at Starfleet Headquarters, and her attention was taken by
the struggling Borg on the biobed, held firmly in place
by restraints. Two Security personnel stood by her side,
carefully watching her every move. They looked relieved
to see the Doctor and B'Elanna enter.
B'Elanna looked at the Doctor. "Was she like this when
you left?" she asked, her tone concerned.
Doctor nodded in response. "She was in a similar state
when she escaped from her psychiatric evaluation. It's still
a mystery to me as to how they managed to catch her. She
may be struggling, but she still has her wits about her.
With her intelligence, I would have thought she could easily
escape from here. However, I'm glad that I'm wrong."
looked from Seven to the Doctor, then asked, "What
do you need me to do?"
I was wondering if you could look over this
the Doctor trailed off as he headed towards his workstation,
with B'Elanna in tow.
room seemed suddenly blurry to Seven of Nine. She blinked
rapidly, allowing her eyes to adjust. Hearing hushed tones
and picking up fragments of whispered conversation with
her sensitive ears. Turning to her left, Seven saw the source
of the disjointed words. The Doctor and B'Elanna were huddled
over a console, intently discussing something, continually
looking from Seven to their console and data PADDs.
her bedside stood two security guards, eyeing her closely.
Her arms were restrained, pinned firmly to the biobed by
cold, metal restraints.
tried to pull herself up further, but the metal holding
her arms firmly in place made that impossible. "Why
am I here?" she queried, directing her question at
Doctor and B'Elanna exchanged a look before approaching
the Doctor asked, doing a double take at the woman on the
biobed. Her composition was surprising to him, and it seemed
almost as though she had somehow recovered.
Doctor?" Her voice was curious. "May I inquire
as to why I am restrained?"
don't remember?" B'Elanna chimed in, looking at the
Seven said, her tone filled with confusion. "I do not."
the last thing you recall?" the Doctor asked gently.
was in my allocated living area," Seven told them,
thinking back. "I was reading a communication from
" she paused. "I recall
the Doctor muttered.
looked from B'Elanna to the Doctor. "What has happened?"
were sent for psychiatric evaluation halfway through your
debriefing, from which you escaped," B'Elanna enlightened
the former Borg. "They brought you here, and the Doctor
began to examine you. Until a moment ago, you were struggling
against your restraints, eager to escape again."
Seven stated. "I do not remember any of this."
possible that whoever or whatever has affected your implants
triggered this minor loss of memory," the Doctor hypothesized,
looking down at his PADD. He glanced apologetically at Seven.
"I'm afraid we need to leave you in these restraints,
in case you return to the way you were. In that condition
you could be a serious harm to yourself or others."
understand," Seven said with a nod. For a moment, she
looked temporarily concerned. "Did I
injured one of the security team," the Doctor supplied,
beginning to scan her with a medical tricorder, carefully
focusing on the data as it was collected. "He had a
broken rib and a few bruises. Nothing I couldn't handle."
He looked closer at some of the information the tricorder
you please pass on my apologies to him?" Seven requested.
course," the Doctor assured her, looking up momentarily,
before going back to work. He moved back towards the console,
tricorder in his hand. "B'Elanna, would you assist
me? You might want to take a look at some of this."
B'Elanna agreed, following him across the room, leaving
Seven to her own devices.
Paris sipped at the glass of water in his hand, carefully
scrolling through the data on his PADD as he kept one ear
open vigilantly to listen out for Miral in case she should
wake requiring something. His young granddaughter had rapidly
become the centre of his life; and she had quickly filled
a gap of emptiness left since his own children had grown
the first time in seventeen years, Owen Paris had finally
taken a temporary leave of absence from Starfleet. His work
had been the focus of his life for so long it had never
been necessary to use up any of his allocated absence time.
But now he had something to concentrate his efforts on,
the care of his young grandchild.
the door chime rang, Owen's head jerked up in surprise.
His features grew contorted as he wondered for a moment
as to who the visitor might be. No one was expected, and
an unannounced visit was highly irregular.
he rose from the chair, placing the PADD and glass on the
small table by his chair, and quietly strode across the
wooden floor, careful as not to wake Miral, for he knew
just how loudly the sound of footsteps echoed on the wooden
washed over Owen Paris's face as the door slid backwards
gracefully to reveal his son standing there. He leant against
the doorframe with one hand, the other raking through his
thinning blonde hair that was in complete disarray.
moment passed as the elder Paris regarded the younger Paris.
Owen remained silent, not entirely sure what to say. He
had been unaware that Tom was to be released so soon. Had
he known, he wouldn't have been surprised at all at his
son's unannounced arrival. The one thing that had become
painfully clear to him was Tom's evident love for his daughter.
remained silent for a moment as they merely stared at each
other. There were no greetings or pleasantries exchanged.
Finally, Tom asked in a cold tone, "Where's Miral?"
upstairs, sleeping," Owen responded, his tone calm.
He stepped backwards from the door, to allow Tom to enter
the hallway. "Come in," he offered, as Tom entered
the hallway, and the doors slid shut behind him.
was awkward silence for a moment, before Owen asked politely.
"How are you?"
gave his father a cold look. After a moment, he repeated
his initial question. "Where's Miral?"
further attempt at talking to his son, Owen turned towards
the staircase, leading Tom upstairs towards the room where
his daughter's crib had been placed. It was becoming more
and more obvious to both that there was now no love lost
between them. Tom privately suspected that his father regretted
this, far more so than he. He did, of course, feel slightly
saddened at the sudden loss of their relationship, especially
so soon after getting it on the road to recovery, but he
knew that it would be hard, if not impossible, to ever forgive
sunshine-yellow room just off the top of the staircase struck
Tom as familiar the second he entered it, and he quickly
realized why. It had been his own nursery as a child. Memories
of his own childhood flooded him as he approached the pine
wood crib that stood in the middle of the room.
over the edge of the cot, he felt instant relief as he saw
Miral lying there, safe and sound. He had known, of course,
that she would be safe, but he couldn't believe it until
he had seen her for himself. Miral was too important to
him to just take someone's word about her well being.
lay asleep in the small crib, looking peaceful and content.
One clenched fist was raised to her rosebud mouth, and her
thin, shiny hair was in disarray. She lay on her side as
if in fetal position. A yellow blanket half-covered her
tiny body, having become tangled and twisted in the night.
Tom lifted the child out of the crib and into his arms,
holding his baby girl close. "Hey, sweetie," he
cooed to her as she stirred, her eyes opening to gaze up
at him. Before she could begin to wail, he gently rocked
her, softly talking to her under his breath in a soothing
felt awkward, as though he were intruding on the reunion.
Tom, however, seemed almost not to notice Owen Paris, focusing
solely on Miral. He had missed his daughter terribly, and
now that he finally held her in his arms again, he was almost
reluctant to place her back in the crib, or into her carrier.
Instead, Tom allowed the child to remain with her head resting
on his chest, her body carefully supported by his arms.
he turned to Owen. "Would you please beam Miral's things
to our new place?" He asked coldly. "We've got
temporary accommodation in San Francisco until B'Elanna's
released. I'd appreciate your sending her things there."
Owen agreed willingly, smiling at his son. Tom didn't return
it, just turned to look away.
you," Tom muttered after a moment, throwing a glance
at his father as he moved to exit the room. The only thought
on his mind was getting both himself and Miral out of his
father's house. After Owen's actions, Tom no longer wanted
to be within close proximity to the man.
we need to discuss this," Owen said calmly, placing
a pacifying arm on his son's shoulder.
shook off his father's grip on his arm. "You don't
understand, Dad. There's nothing to discuss."
really believe that?" Owen asked, his eyes probing
Tom's for any hint of regret. To his dismay, he found none,
only the look being returned by his son's cold stare.
I do," Tom replied coolly, surprising himself at his
own self-control. "You broke up my family, without
even trying to keep us together. You could have tried
made some effort to keep us together. You could have pulled
strings. You could have used your influence. But you took
away my baby girl." He turned away from Owen, facing
the door. "I don't want anything to do with you. I'm
ashamed to call you my father."
heart sank as his son left the room. "You can't mean
that, Tom," he argued, calling after him only to be
cut off by his son.
presume that you know exactly what I do and don't mean,"
Tom snapped angrily, fury quickly building up inside him.
Even after all this time, his father was still the only
person who could enrage him to such an extent.
Owen moved onto the hallway at the top of the stairs, following
his son, though he knew only too well that his attempts
were probably all in vain.
bother," Tom told his father, turning back to face
Owen Paris from his position halfway down the stairs. He
kept his voice low, and tried to keep himself calm, for
the sake of the child in his arms. The last thing he wanted
to do was startle his daughter by losing his temper with
his father, no matter how great the temptation.
hurried down the remainder of the stairs, acutely aware
of the sound of footsteps behind him. Striding angrily towards
the doorway, Tom wondered why he had even bothered to listen
to his father in the first place. He had planned to not
get into a debate with Owen, just to get Miral and get out.
slowed as he reached the doorway, shifting Miral slightly
in his arms to free one hand to access the panel to release
the door's locking mechanism.
Owen began softly, placing an arm on his son's shoulder.
The contact wasn't forceful, but Tom immediately halted.
"Please, I want to talk about this. I want to make
things right again."
could hear the regret in his father's voice, the utter desperation
in his plea. Slowly, he turned around to face Owen Paris.
sorry," Owen began honestly, obvious regret in his
eyes. "I regret what happened
I really do, Tom.
I'm not some kind of monster who wanted to separate your
family. I was just doing what I thought was best, and now
I'm paying the price in my relationship with you."
could you think that splitting up the best thing that ever
happened to me was for the best?" Tom asked angrily.
Paris sighed. "Tom, I didn't mean to. I didn't want
things to work out like that. I didn't want all of this
to happen. I just wanted what was best for Miral."
father's words had the ring of truth to them, and Tom found
listening to what Owen Paris had to say. Miral began to
squirm in his arms, and Tom's attention was quickly drawn
back to his baby girl. He gently bounced her in his arms
to quiet her.
can I believe you?" Tom asked, looking from the child
in his arms to Owen Paris.
not to be taken aback by Tom's calm response, since he hadn't
expected any, Owen continued his attempts to explain himself
and justify his actions.
believe me," Owen said, looking deeply into his son's
eyes. "Tom, when you were young I didn't put my family
first. That's a mistake I've been regretting ever since.
And for the first time in a long while, that's exactly what
I did. Miral was taken not because I wanted to hurt her
but because I wanted her to be in a safe environment--"
the best place for her would have been with her parents,"
Tom argued, his voice rising again.
maybe not," Owen sighed. "Tom, I don't want to
argue this. I did what I thought what was best at the time,
and I can't go back and change my actions, no matter how
much I might like to. But I can still salvage my relationship
with you, my son, and believe me, I want to."
sighed. "I don't know if I can forgive you," he
admitted, slightly apologetically. "At the moment I
don't want anything to do with you. You took away my child
without even trying to fight the orders to forcefully remove
her. I don't know if there's anything you can say or do
to right that wrong."
looked pained as Tom turned to face the door yet again.
Quickly, he asked, "Can we please sit down? Just to
to get a few things straight. Please,
a moment's thought, Tom surprised himself by nodding his
agreement, and wondered to himself if maybe their relationship
wasn't quite beyond help as he had thought it might be.
entered the lounge in absolute silence, and seated himself
on the vast beige couch, Miral still in his arms. Owen followed
him, and sat at the small chair opposite.
was a short silence before Owen began to speak.
understand," Seven said to no one in particular, focusing
intently on the far wall. "I will complete this task
yes, I understand."
stood by the former Borg's side, concerned at her increasingly
worrying behavior. She would be unable to assist the Doctor
further until he had determined the cause of her bizarre
behavior, having already helped as much as was possible.
She had taken the task of standing by Seven's bedside, waiting
for the Doctor to finish his analysis so they could take
on, Seven had acted normally, just as she had been doing
before. But suddenly her behavior had altered drastically,
and she had begun talking to no one in particular. B'Elanna
had listened in case names had been mentioned, anything
that would have suggested who or what had been the cause
of Seven's sudden change. But it had been like hearing one
side of a conversation, and B'Elanna could make neither
heads nor tails of it.
the other side of the biobed, a Starfleet security guard
who had been assigned to the Infirmary met her eyeline.
"Has she ever done this before?" he enquired,
eyeing Seven warily.
B'Elanna said, sighing. She looked over to the workstation
where the Doctor was hard at work, furiously tapping at
the console, cross-referencing and investigating, trying
desperately to find some cause for her behavioral change.
will comply," Seven said, her voice suddenly rising
in volume. Her eyes darted around sickbay as she looked
from person to person. Her fists clenched, and she began
to struggle against the restraints that held her arms firmly
in place, causing them to rattle violently.
her," B'Elanna demanded of the Doctor, struggling furiously
to hold the former Borg down on the biobed with the assistance
of the security officers. Seven was strong, and B'Elanna
knew only too well that she was more than capable of tearing
the restraints right out if she were determined enough to
do so. And in her current state of mind, it occurred to
her that Seven might attempt to do just that.
Doctor hurried towards the biobed, hypospray in hand, and
pressed it to her neck. She grew limp immediately, slumping
back onto the biobed. B'Elanna released her grip on the
other woman's arm, watching her still form. She looked surprisingly
peaceful, as though she were just sleeping deeply.
you any closer to a solution?" B'Elanna asked, as she
carefully input the command for the biobed's scanner to
close over Seven's seemingly lifeless body. It was a security
precaution. With Seven, there was no way of knowing just
how long the sedative would last, and the extra layer of
metal for Seven to pry off could buy them vital seconds
to recapture her if she awoke and decided to attempt escape.
believe so," the Doctor called back, his tone surprisingly
optimistic. "I think I've isolated the problematic
subroutines within her implants, but I think I'm on the
right path to a solution."
at it, Doc," B'Elanna said encouragingly, as she turned
back to the unconscious Borg on the biobed.
intend to," the Doctor assured her, never allowing
their banter to interfere with his work, even for a second.
B'Elanna knew that he could multitask thanks to his additional
subroutines, and often wished this were a quality she possessed,
or could alter herself to possess.
back at the Doctor, B'Elanna admitted, "We could be
running out of time, Doctor."
getting worse," B'Elanna informed the EMH, her voice
heavy. "Before we sedated her, her
were getting more vivid. Before, at least she had a few
moments of normality before it set in again. But now
she sighed. "I don't know what's wrong with her, Doc,
but we could lose her. It might be irreversible if we don't
Doctor interrupted his work for a moment to turn to face
B'Elanna. "I'm working as fast as I can," he promised
her. "I refuse to believe, at this point, that it's
truly irreversible. Not until we've investigated further."
nodded, watching as he turned back to continue his research.
She failed to see how he could be so optimistic at a time
like this. He was, by nature, generally optimistic, but
B'Elanna had seen enough of the data over his shoulder at
intervals. She had quickly determined that the situation
was serious. Whoever had tampered with Seven's implants
had certainly known what they were doing.
the Doctor suddenly exclaimed, turning to look at B'Elanna.
"I think I've found the cause
look at these readouts
of Seven's brainwaves." He gestured towards a large
graph on the monitor in front of him. "They're remarkably
similar, but there are slight differences. And there are
two of them."
I'm an engineer," B'Elanna reminded him. "What
are you saying?"
you remember when Commander Chakotay's consciousness was
separated from his body, and he took control of your body
for a short time?" the Doctor queried. "You ejected
the warp core whilst under the influence."
remember," B'Elanna said with a nod. "You're saying
." B'Elanna paused as she searched for the
right word. "Possessed?"
short, yes," the Doctor replied. "It's remarkably
similar to the readings of your own brain waves from the
situation when Chakotay's consciousness took over your body."
who -- or what -- is it?" B'Elanna asked, looking at
don't know," the Doctor replied, turning to look at
Seven's seemingly lifeless body on the biobed. "All
I know is that there are two consciousnesses inside her
brain, judging from her brain waves. There are quite clearly
two patterns -- see for yourself." He thrust a PADD
with yet another graph upon it towards B'Elanna.
looked closely at the data, taking it in slowly. Finally,
she asked, "Why does she keep switching between personalities?
thing just remain in control permanently?"
necessarily," the Doctor said, beginning to walk towards
Seven. "I'm hypothesizing here, of course, but my best
guess would be that it only requires control some of the
time. When it doesn't need to be in control of Seven's body,
it could simply withdraw into recess, maybe deciding the
best course of action. During this time, it no longer needs
to be in control of Seven, so it isn't."
B'Elanna murmured, gazing at Seven. "What do you think
don't know," the Doctor admitted, turning back towards
the console. "And I haven't the least idea how to remove
thought for a moment. "Removing it
you're going wrong, Doctor. We need to drive it out, using
would you suggest?" the Doctor asked. He scrolled through
his data PADD. "The only options I could suggest would
kill the patient as well as removing the consciousness."
me see," B'Elanna asked, reaching for the PADD. "Maybe
we could modify one of your ideas
what area has the
consciousness manifested itself in?"
seems to be located in Seven's implants," the Doctor
said, poring over the data. "I can only assume it has
better control of the brain there."
likely," B'Elanna said, scrolling through the PADD
distractedly. Suddenly, her head jerked up excitedly. "Doctor
I think this could work. This one
A look of hope flashed across the Doctor's face.
-- you suggested that an energy discharge could drive out
the consciousness; however, it would more than likely leave
the patient's brain dead," B'Elanna said, relaying
the data from the PADD.
risk was too great," the Doctor protested.
what if we directed the energy discharge at her implants?
The 'consciousness' is located there, so it would drive
but more than that, Seven's implants have a
built-in device to deal with that. Upon a discharge that
would affect the implant and would leave the person critically
injured, the implant shuts off all pathways to the brain.
Seven could be injured, and the implant would need repair,
but there would almost certainly be no neurological damage."
risk involved with any medical procedure, Doc," B'Elanna
commented. "The risk is minimal, but it is still there.
If you want to risk it, I can take responsibility
the Doctor said. He sighed. "It looks like this our
best chance at saving her. The longer we leave it in there,
the more damage it can do."
are we going for it?" B'Elanna queried.
the Doctor said firmly, with only slight hesitation. "I
think it's a risk Seven would be willing to take."
unlocked her apartment door, stepped through, and slammed
the door behind her, tired after a long, boring day at headquarters.
She flipped on the lights, shrugged out of her uniform jacket,
and slung it on the back of her armchair, which she promptly
sighed and let her head loll back against the backrest,
taking a few moments to rest and relax. Sitting in front
of a desk for the better part of a day and doing nothing
but edit and write reports had taken a large toll on her
muscles, and they ached like hell at the moment. She was
somewhat hungry, but didn't particularly want to bother
with eating; she had too much work to do anyway and another
few hours before eating wouldn't do her any harm.
top of the work, the current state of affairs with the Maquis
was pushing at her mind. She didn't know much about their
situation, but what she did know bothered her. From what
she had heard, they were all in for individual debriefings
or hearings, were being held at Starfleet HQ until the procedures
were over, and were being allowed no outside assistance.
outside assistance. That meant that even she wouldn't be
able to help them. And she was sure they would need help:
it certainly hadn't seemed like Starfleet -- or the Federation,
for that matter -- was in any hurry to let the former outlaws
off the hook, being far too preoccupied with their long-past
all the Maquis -- especially Chakotay, she was sure, since
he had been their leader -- would undergo a more-than-thorough
interrogation and debriefing. They would be questioned to
death, interrogated about their actions before and during
their time on Voyager, and asked about the possibilities
of a mutiny or any other sort of uprising. Kathryn knew
their answers would be scrutinized down to the minutest
little detail, with the review board searching through every
sentence and every phrase for evidence that would implicate
the Maquis as anything but Starfleet officers loyal to her
-- and that would show that Chakotay had had every intention
of staging a mutiny.
wasn't true, she knew. There had been talk of a mutiny for
a few weeks among some of the more resentful crewmembers,
but Chakotay had been the one to put an end to it. She knew
that, from the beginning, he would never have betrayed her
-- and most of the Maquis had grown to share his loyalty
given time. As for the ones who hadn't -- Seska and Jonas
immediately sprang to mind -- they had met rather unpleasant
fates, brought on by their own unfaithfulness.
of the remaining Maquis would have ever done anything to
hurt her or Chakotay. The problem was convincing the review
board of that, which was a hard task in itself and was made
harder by Admiral Nechayev's presence. She was a known Maquis-hater,
and would do anything to get them imprisoned and dishonorably
Kathryn couldn't even help them.
were her crewmembers, and she couldn't even help them when
they needed her. She didn't know any of the details surrounding
their impending hearings, but she knew she would learn specifics
soon, as the days led up to the first of the cases.
highly doubted she would be allowed to do anything at all
but perhaps doing some reconnaissance could
help her see if there were any possible ways in which she
could influence anyone. Though, given her status at the
moment, she had doubts as to their effectiveness if there
were any, and didn't hold high hopes for the situation to
change with regard to her involvement.
there was nothing she could do until she got to know the
details, and that would take a while. There was no point
in worrying about it, because simply worrying wasn't going
to change anything; it was still going to take her the same
amount of time before she could make any sort of difference,
and she knew that. She might as well relax for a few minutes
and then get back to concentrating on her reports.
looked around her apartment for the millionth time. It bore
a heavy resemblance to the one she'd occupied before leaving
for Voyager's maiden mission -- however, that apartment
had been repossessed two years after their disappearance
in the Delta Quadrant. Her mother and sister had saved her
personal belongings, and she had retrieved them on Voyager's
return and moved them into her current apartment. Still,
she did miss her old one somewhat...
one was sparsely furnished, containing only the bare minimum
of items necessary for living and a few odd decorations
here and there to give it a more homely feel. The kitchen
was attached to one side of the main room, and another doorway
led to the bedroom and adjoining bathroom, which were a
relatively large size.
medium sized dining table sat in the middle of the living
room, surrounded by four chairs in case of company -- not
that she'd ever had any, of course: the chairs were just
there to make the table look complete. Kathryn rarely ate
there herself, preferring to take her dinner -- if she ate
any -- to the more comfortable couch or armchair that she
was sitting in, both of which faced the window. The wall
was adorned with a few paintings: one of a huge, windswept
plain; another depicting a vase of flowers sitting on a
table; yet another a starkly captured image of a beach landscape
with palm trees waving in the wind.
she stared at the beach photo long enough, it was easy for
her to slip further and further into dreamland, until she
could imagine herself peacefully relaxing on a similar one,
basking in the sun, away from annoying Admiral Nechayevs,
rain, and dreary desk jobs. Oh, what she wouldn't give for
a sunny beach right now, instead of San Francisco's damp,
beeping of the computer terminal adjacent to her armchair
abruptly brought her out of her reverie. Sitting up straight,
she swiveled the chair to the left and keyed the screen
Janeway appeared on the screen. Kathryn's mother's face
was lightly wrinkled, her white hair sprinkled with a few
remaining strands of auburn, but there was still the nobility
and warmth to her face that Kathryn, when little, had always
tried to bring out. Now her mother was older, her features
more aged, but she still had the same air about her.
Kathryn exclaimed, surprised. She hadn't been expecting
to hear from anybody, much less her mother. But the chance
to talk to someone was welcomed, and she smiled heartily.
didn't think you would be calling," she said, her voice
still carrying a tinge of surprise to it.
mother smiled warmly, and the affection Kathryn had so treasured
as a young girl flashed in her eyes again, cheering Kathryn
to the heart.
thought I'd check up and see how my oldest little girl was
doing," Gretchen said with a laugh in her speech.
rolled her eyes, a good humor washing over her in spite
of everything. "Mom, in case you didn't notice, I'm
not exactly little anymore," she admonished lightheartedly.
was a twinkle in Gretchen Janeway's eyes. "You are
Kathryn groaned half-warningly, trying to sound annoyed
and failing miserably, the corner of her mouth turning up
slightly despite her best efforts to stop it.
okay," Gretchen acquiesced. "But seriously, Kathryn,
how are you? You don't seem too good."
it to her mother to start worrying about her health. "I'm
fine," Kathryn reassured.
certainly don't look it."
don't mince words, do you, Mom?"
but then, neither do you. Now come on, when was the last
time you ate something?" Gretchen's calm face belied
thought back over the past day. "I had something earlier
this morning and a snack later on."
was Gretchen's turn to sigh worriedly. "You, my dear,
need to eat. Seriously, Kathryn. You're losing weight and
I'm worried about you."
know, Mom, I know," Kathryn placated. "I will,
promise. I just have so many other things to take care of
at the moment that I can't really be bothered with eating
can't just go hungry, you know. Now promise me you'll start
eating something -- or I'll have to send Phoebe down to
drag you home for some dinner."
smiled slightly in spite of herself. "Okay Mom, I promise."
And she resolved to try and eat; she knew her mother was
only trying to help and felt that she should make an effort.
Whether the effort would be realized was a different matter
altogether -- Kathryn knew from experience that simply finding
time to eat was a bigger problem for her than actually eating.
her mother was saying as Kathryn returned her attention
to the screen. "So tell me, what's so pressing that
you can't be bothered with eating'?"
head slumped down to rest in her hand, her elbow being propped
on the table. Here was a chance to admit her worries about
the Maquis situation, to bounce her thoughts off a willing
sounding board. And yet, she wasn't sure how to explain
sighed. "I don't know, Mom," she admitted. "I
guess... I'm just worried." She let her head sag further
and briefly massaged her temple with two fingers, then looked
up and waved her hand in a helpless gesture.
mean, the Maquis are all facing trials and possibly imprisonment
and all I can do is sit here and watch... I don't even know
much about it." Some part of her was aware she was
rambling on, but she ignored it and continued anyway. It
felt so good to at last get it all out of her system.
not allowed to help them in any way -- Admiral Paris won't
explain it -- and I'm starting to really get worried...
I mean, if they don't want me helping them by saying how
exemplary their service was on Voyager, then I can't help
thinking that they don't want me involved because they want
to convict all of them without influence. There are some
ways I can push buttons in the brass, but I don't think
it'll get me very far..." She sighed again. "I
guess ultimately, no matter what I try and do, they're on
their own. And having them on their own is exactly what's
finished her speech, glanced at the monitor and abruptly
realized her mother had been patiently listening while she
had babbled away. She immediately felt sheepish for subjecting
her to her own personal problems.
Mom," she said with a wry smile. "I got so caught
up in talking about this..."
need to talk about it, Kathryn," Gretchen replied.
"I'm glad you did, but I really don't know what to
worry, Mom... I'll deal with it, somehow -- but thanks anyway."
She paused a second and changed the topic. "How are
you and Phoebe doing?"
fine," Gretchen said. "Phoebe's busy with her
work as usual, but she stops by occasionally to say hello
when she's not gallavanting around the quadrant on one of
her business trips."
smiled. "That sounds like Phoebe, all right -- always
off on some crazy excursion."
certainly does. Sometimes I wonder how she manages to find
the time to do anything at home, let alone pop over here
for a visit."
question." She paused again. "And how about you,
Mom -- how are you?"
gave her one of those 'oh, come on' smiles. "You know
me, Kathryn -- hanging out at home, cooking, gardening,
reading. It's quite relaxing, actually. You should try it
sometime. It's much less stressful than running around commanding
got a sad grin out of Kathryn. "I may be a captain,
Mom, but I don't have a starship to command anymore, and
sometimes this desk job of mine can be worse. Although I
did take up gardening, believe it or not."
Gretchen was actually surprised. "You, gardening?"
Mom, me gardening. I guess those 'basic gardening skills'
you and Dad taught us actually came in handy. Though there's
not much for me to garden over here."
true. We'll have to do something about that." Gretchen
took a deep breath. "Actually, Kathryn, the reason
I called was to give you some slightly sad news."
Kathryn was instantly alert. "What happened?"
worry, Kathryn, it's nothing earth-shattering," her
mom reassured, then backtracked. "Well, it may be very
upsetting to you..."
Kathryn thought. Now she's having second thoughts about
Mom, you've gotten me worried now," she said. "What
Molly?" Gretchen asked. She could see by the look on
Kathryn's face that her daughter did. "Of course you
do. Well... as you know she was getting very old... I think
finally her body started to quit on her... we had to put
her down yesterday. I tried to call you but you weren't
home, and the Doctor thought it was best if we just proceeded
as fast as we could to save her pain."
Kathryn's hand covered her mouth in sorrow. Molly had been
her best friend for years, since the moment she had 'rescued'
her from a litter of puppies. Even upon Voyager's belated
return, Molly had jumped on her the moment she saw her,
so happy was she to see her old owner again. Kathryn hadn't
been able to keep the dog with her in her new apartment,
so she had left her with her mother, where Molly had been
living for the past seven years after Mark had had to give
up the dog, in the hopes of seeing her whenever she visited
her mother's house.
now Molly was dead... gone forever.
a jump she became aware that she had gotten lost in thought
and that her mother was still sitting there watching and
Mom," she said for the second time. "Just
thinking about Molly. She was such a good friend to all
of us. I guess I didn't imagine this happening so soon.
I'm a little shocked."
know. We all are. But it always happens eventually, and
we have to deal with it. And who knows, maybe you'll get
another dog sometime."
Kathryn said absently. "I hope so."
were both silent for several seconds, then Kathryn broke
the silence slowly.
I really hate to run on you like this, but I have to get
going... I have piles of work to do and a bunch of reports
to write up..." Inwardly she wished she didn't have
to cut the connection, but she knew she couldn't delay her
work any longer.
I'll call you soon, promise, okay? And I'll come and see
you ASAP, as soon as I've got this job a little more in
order. I really want to sit down and have a nice long visit
with you and Phoebe."
hon." Gretchen gave her a warm maternal smile. "I
love you, dear."
you too, Mom."
cut the connection and leaned back in her chair with a sigh,
allowing herself the luxury of reminiscing about Molly for
a few moments, and a particular instance popped into mind.
and Phoebe had been washing the dog, intent on giving her
a bath and getting her cleaned up. It had been a nice, sunny,
warm day in Indiana, and they had been scrubbing a struggling
Molly outside, using a large tub, a bucket and sponge. It
had taken them a while to get Molly into the tub in the
first place, and they had finally started to make some progress
in cleaning her. Kathryn had been in the process of washing
the soapy water from her fur as Phoebe held her down, and
she had been almost done when Molly suddenly bucked.
had never understood what had prompted Molly to jump like
that. But the dog had, and had proceeded to leap out of
the tub, knocking Kathryn and Phoebe over, and had galloped
away at full speed before they could catch her. It eventually
turned out that she hadn't gone far -- just around to the
back of the house -- but by the time she and Phoebe had
recovered and managed to find Molly, she had succeeded in
getting herself all muddy with dirt again, and was standing
there wagging her tail at the two of them and panting as
if she was giggling.
had thrown up her hands and gone inside, laughing, and Kathryn
had soon followed her, but she couldn't help looking upon
that day with a fond sentiment inside her. And to the present
day, the memory had remained that way.
an effort, she pushed herself out of her thoughts. There
would be time to muse later. At the moment, she had work
you ready?" B'Elanna queried, glancing over to the
Doctor at his workstation.
done," he confirmed as he picked up a tray of instruments
and placed them by the biobed. "I'm ready when you
B'Elanna said, picking up one of the circular devices. "I'm
administering the surge." She looked at the Doctor.
"Just a small charge at first
that might be enough."
the Doctor said. He punched the command into the computer,
then looked at B'Elanna. "Charging to -- twenty?"
He glanced at B'Elanna for confirmation.
should be about right for the first charge," B'Elanna
said. Carefully, she picked up a cylinder from the tray,
and raised it to just above Seven's Borg implant. Positioning
it accurately, she pressed the button that would release
the charge. A small, blue current flowed freely from the
bottom of the instrument to Seven's implant. The limp form
of the woman jerked upwards slightly, but there was no other
sign of change.
response," the Doctor reported as he monitored her
brain waves. "Should we try a larger charge?"
B'Elanna said, then added as an afterthought, "You
do realize that the higher the charge, the higher the risk?"
Doctor nodded in confirmation. "Charging to thirty,"
he said as he carefully put in the commands.
B'Elanna said. She placed the instrument back over her temple,
then released the charge. This time the blue current was
brighter, and the reaction from Seven was more noticeable.
Her almost-lifeless body arched upwards as the current made
contact with the implant.
the Doctor said optimistically, looking from the fluctuating
brain wave patterns to B'Elanna. "The brain waves were
one more should do it."
right," B'Elanna said, carefully adjusting the dial
on the instrument in her hands.
to forty," the Doctor informed her.
placed the instrument near Seven's temple once more, then
administered the charge. The reaction was instantaneous:
Seven's body arched from the biobed, seemingly in pain,
as the charge flowed into her implant.
the Doctor declared exuberantly. He turned to B'Elanna.
"The second set of brain waves disappeared completely.
B'Elanna said, throwing the instrument into the tray. "Now
we just have to save the patient." Quickly, she picked
up an engineering tool and began repairs to Seven's implant,
while the Doctor hurriedly ran the tricorder up and down
over her limp body.
think she's all right," the Doctor said, a note of
relief creeping into his voice.
more than I can say for her implant," B'Elanna said,
standing back as she looked at the Doctor, having finished
her evaluation of Seven. "Well, she'll be okay. This
will take a lot of repairs, but she'll be as good as new
by the time I'm finished."
Doctor smiled once more, relief evident in his features.
For a hologram, he could be surprisingly human at times.
"I'm sure she will."
me get this straight," Hayes said calmly, leaning forwards.
"Mister Tuvok created a holodeck scenario of the Maquis
mutinying and taking control of the ship?"
Chakotay replied, his tone monotonous. The debriefing was
getting beyond a joke, the questions becoming rapidly more
pointless and more personal. Chakotay was almost certain
that this wasn't the correct way in which to handle a debriefing,
although he had to admit it had been a long time since his
he believed that this was a real possibility -- the Maquis
taking control of the ship?"
the time, yes," Chakotay sighed.
does that have to do with it?" Chakotay asked, slightly
irritable. "It didn't happen; what do you want to know?"
you think the Maquis might take over the ship?"
don't see--" Chakotay began, only to be cut off by
Hayes' harsh voice repeating the question.
has nothing to do with--" Chakotay snapped, only to
be cut off again.
Chakotay, you're out of line," Hayes informed him,
raising his voice. Various admirals who had been sitting
idly staring into space out of sheer boredom now sat up
straight, paying attention to the discussion. "Now
answer the question. Did you think the Maquis might take
over the ship at the time?"
was possible," Chakotay grudgingly allowed. "But
it never did happen. I don't understand why this is important."
not for you to question me," Hayes said, bristling,
as his authority was challenged once more. "Do I make
myself clear? This is the last warning I will give you,
Mister Chakotay. Any further insolence on your part, and
you'll be dealt with most severely, I can promise you that."
Chakotay shook his head in disbelief.
Chakotay." There was a definite threat embedded in
his voice through the harsh tone of voice, and Chakotay
took heed. "Now, why did you think the Maquis might
have taken over the ship, or at least attempted to do so?"
lot of them were unhappy with the circumstances that had
caused us to end up in the Delta Quadrant, and were immensely
dissatisfied with the fact that they had been forced into
Starfleet. For the first few weeks, I heard rumors that
some were considering it, but they were just talking big.
No one ever attempted anything, and I never heard any rumors
after the first few weeks."
interesting," Hayes said, scrolling further down the
PADD, then looking back up at Chakotay. "Now tell me,
did you ever consider taking over Voyager?"
Chakotay exclaimed. "No! This is ridiculous."
it makes perfect sense," Hayes pushed. "You were
if anyone could have organized this,
you could have. And you knew that."
I knew that," Chakotay said. "But I didn't want
to take over Voyager, and I never would have. And quite
frankly, I'm insulted that you would even ask me such a
are you so insulted?"
do you keep asking me about why I feel a certain way?"
Chakotay asked. His tone was pleasant enough, but he had
obviously hit on a sensitive spot, as Hayes immediately
Chakotay, this debriefing is over."
other admirals assembled all turned to look at Hayes in
was unsure of what to say. Pushing back his chair, he rose,
walking towards the guards who stood by the door.
turned to him as he did so. "Your hearing will be sometime
during next week. We'll contact you with a date as soon
as we have confirmation."
Chakotay looked horrified at the prospect.
Hayes said, with a smug look of contempt on his face. "Since
you seem so uncooperative right now, we're moving this to
with all due respect," Chakotay began. "Why do
you want me to be given a hearing?"
crimes," Hayes said shortly, looking at Chakotay. "I'll
see you in front of a panel of judges next week. You're
Hayes said, his voice raising dramatically in volume, echoing
through the briefing room, and leaving Chakotay in no doubt
as to whether this was open for discussion.
he followed the guards out of the door, in single file.
as new," B'Elanna said, snapping her tricorder shut
with a snap and placing it back in the instrument tray.
"If there are any further problems, or side effects
that I haven't compensated for, you know where I am."
you for your help," the Doctor said genuinely.
pleasure," B'Elanna said as she left, giving Seven
one final glance.
up a hypospray, the Doctor filled it, then moved to the
biobed, gently pressing it against Seven's neck. It emitted
a hiss, and in just moments, Seven began to come around.
Doctor?" she asked, propping herself up slightly on
the biobed and taking in her surroundings, regarding the
sickbay with slight confusion.
do you feel?" the Doctor asked, immediately going to
her side, helping her to sit upright.
feel fine," Seven said, looking slightly confused.
"Has there been an accident? Why am I in Sickbay?"
don't remember?" It was the Doctor's turn to look confused.
Quickly, he asked, "What's the last thing you remember?"
remember you giving me a hypospray to rest
concerned as to my excessive fatigue," Seven recalled.
I remember nothing further."
" the Doctor began, then trailed
off. "Are you talking about when we were at threat
from the Sernaix?"
Seven raised an eyebrow.
we left the Sernaix behind
we're back home, on Earth,"
the Doctor stated, breaking the news as gently as he could.
was silence for a moment. "I do not recall this,"
Seven stated, her tone unusually shaky. "You
you say we have returned to the Alpha Quadrant?"
the Doctor confirmed. "We made it back to Earth
the debriefings have been going on for a while now. You
in the middle of yours."
Doctor debated inwardly how much to tell her, but quickly
made up his mind. Seven was naturally inquisitive and would
not stop digging for the truth until she had gotten to the
bottom of it. "There was a second presence in your
a second set of brain waves."
do not remember," Seven said quietly.
Doctor was silent for a moment. Picking up an instrument,
he carefully began to run it over the side of her face.
Seven could feel the slight pain lessening under the attention.
have a theory," he told her gently. "I believe
that the presence in your mind was Ozymandias." He
watched Seven's face for a reaction.
see," she said slowly. "I believe that would be
a logical assumption, Doctor."
was silence for a moment, as the Doctor continued his work
we go," the Doctor cheerfully intoned as he drew the
instrument away from her face and turning it off, causing
the blue beam of light it was emitting to abruptly vanish.
"As good as new, if I do say so myself."
you for your efforts, Doctor," Seven said. "I
appreciate your attention."
pleasure," the Doctor smiled as he set about tidying
the sick bay. Hours of research and the complicated procedure
and repairs had left the room cluttered, data PADDs scattered
about, and medical instruments stacked high in the tray
where they had been abandoned after usage.
a few seconds, he paused. "Seven, is everything all
raised an eyebrow. "I believe you are the physician,
Doctor. You are more capable of answering that question
let out a holographic sigh, and rested on the biobed, looking
at her. "Physically, Seven, you're fine. However
otherwise, you appear
" he paused as he searched
for a word. "Distracted."
was silent for a moment as she admired, not for the first
time, the Doctor's surprisingly accurate intuition. Her
naturally logical mind immediately hypothesized that it
was merely his putting into words the behavioral changes
his subroutines had noticed. However, it was still surprisingly
reminiscent of human behavior.
unsettled," Seven admitted, slightly surprising
the Doctor. He had gotten to know Seven well during their
time in the Delta Quadrant, and he knew from first hand
experience that she was usually reluctant to admit any kind
of weakness, and sometimes even failed to identify it as
so?" the Doctor queried, prompting her to elaborate.
have no recollection of three months of my life," Seven
said, her tone slightly confused. "Much has occurred
in these three months, and I am finding it challenging to
a lot to deal with," the Doctor agreed.
Seven said. She paused for a moment, before continuing.
"I find it disconcerting
I can still sense the
presence in my mind."
can?" the Doctor looked suddenly worried. "Maybe
I should run some te-"
isn't necessary," Seven informed him coolly. "I
know it may be difficult for you to understand
I'm in control."
you're sure," the Doctor said. "Seven, you've
been through a lot. Make sure you are in control
please take it easy for a few days. Get your strength back
looked as if she were about to protest for a moment, but
then thought better of it. "I will comply," she
agreed, lying back down on the biobed, as the Doctor returned
to the task of returning the Sickbay to its former state.
now we turn to our latest item: an update on the fates of
those who served on board the starship Voyager during its
seven-year journey through the Delta Quadrant."
reporter paused, taking a large breath and briefly glancing
at the PADD in his hand.
we have been informed by the admiralty that the former members
of the Maquis who were integrated into Voyager's crew will
each have an individual hearing sometime in the near future
to determine, based on the details of their service on Voyager,
what their future will be. At the moment, we have no indication
whatsoever of any possible decisions." He paused again.
those few personnel who were members of the crew of the
USS Equinox and served under Captain Ransom before being
forced to transfer to Voyager have all been convicted of
conduct unbecoming officers and are currently serving time
in the Federation penal colony located in New Zealand. We
have no idea what the duration of their sentences will be;
however, it is speculated that they will not be leaving
announcer gave a small smile.
last but not least, Voyager's captain, Kathryn Janeway,
who was also being detained with other members of her crew
pending debriefing, was released some several days ago and
is currently holding a desk job at Starfleet Headquarters.
No word on whether this is permanent or simply a temporary
more pause, and then he smiled again.
concludes our broadcast. Thank you for listening and watching,
and have a good evening."
by: Bec & Naaz
Beta: Kate & Zeke
Producers: Thinkey, Anne Rose and Coral