Star Trek Voyager : Starfleet Treachery
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"Maquis, you're surrounded by Starfleet! Drop your weapons!"
As Chakotay's phaser slid to the floor Kathryn Janeway stepped from behind a partition.
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Chakotay to Janeway in Parallax: "Captain, may I ask you a question? If things had worked out differently, If we were on my Maquis ship, would you serve as my First Officer?"
Janeway AVOIDS an answer: Voyager – Starfleet Treachery DOES NOT:
What happens when Janeway and Chakotay meet: BEFORE the Delta Quadrant? BEFORE the Caretaker?
What happens when: Voyager in a Maquis ship:
What happens when: Forced into the Delta Quadrant Starfleet Captain Kathryn Janeway finds herself in a situation contrary to all that she believes in. Will she join forces with Chakotay?
Or will she attempt a more radical solution……
An alternate universe….
An alternate reality…….
An alternate possibility…
Where events unfold……
AS THEY DO:
"Commander Chakotay, it is the judgement of this court that your sentence of punishment carry the maximum penalty. Death by lethal injection!"
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NOTE: Before chapter l are two teasers of future events which occur after they are forced into the Delta Quadrant. Read on if you dare……
IN THE DELTA QUADRANT……………..
As the turbolift slide to a smooth stop the single occupant braced for the ordeal ahead.
Taking a deep breath to suppress her inward turmoil, this solitary passenger forced herself to retain composure.
To anyone watching Kathryn Janeway presented the appearance of a disciplined Starfleet captain.
Only one thing was missing. Her uniform. That of which she was so proud.
Swiftly the doors opened permitting immediate exit. Exit turbolift all that was familiar, enter foreign world of a Maquis bridge.
Back ridge, head high, she stepped out of the lift, standing quietly as the doors silently closed behind her.
Janeway had tasted adversity before, but this! This was the most painful that she had ever been forced to endure.
Her own ship, The Explorer, destroyed for no reason other than the obsession of one man.
Her crew and herself forced onto this Maquis ship under the command of Chakotay, the man she had once sent to prison and whom she had, once again, been sent to capture.
A wistful thought floated through her mind. If only, If only the day could be. Once again the two of them sitting down with a cup of coffee, comparing notes as only friendly rivals are able.
Quickly, bitterly she dismissed the notion. Sadly admitting the impossibility of such an occurrence. After what had transpired. After what she must do………..
Below the bridge truth could be denied. Not here! Not on the bridge of this ship. Here like an open wound, raw and sore, the full impact of recent events were clearly displayed.
To a degree never before experienced the anger which had consumed her the past evening resurfaced.
Burning deeply against the one person whom she held responsible………….
IN THE DELTA QUADRANT…………Securely strapped to the bio-bed, over and over, Chakotay's mind echoed with the inconceivable words.
The numbing, shocking pronouncement that had horrified the receiver.
"It is the judgement of this court that your sentence of punishment shall carry the maximum penalty. Death by lethal injection, death by lethal injection, death…..
Captain Cavit, looking up from the console where he and Doctor Fitzgerald were working, turned his head toward Tuvok. "Chakotay is no longer a threat, you and the guards return to your stations. Afterwards the doctor and I will be reviewing personnel files, I am not to be disturbed. Maintain orbit, continuous scans for the Kazon."
Tuvok hesitated.
Chakotay's eyes caught those of the Vulcan's, a silent message flashed between the two men.
No words were necessary, both understood the sensor readouts of the comatose patient.
As it was for the Maquis leader, Starfleet Captain Kathryn Janeway had only a short time in which to live.
Bidding a silent farewell Tuvok looked down at his long time captain and friend. Then along with the guards he left the room.
This setting the stage for the final act. The execution. An execution to be carried out by those who would show no mercy.
Chakotay braced himself.
In the final moment before the injection was administered, he turned his thoughts and eyes toward the dying Kathryn Janeway.
Each had followed the path set out by fate. She as a Starfleet captain, he as a Maquis leader.
How had it come to be that fate had played a laughing game?
Why were they both destined to die, here together, on the other side of the galaxy.
Far from the place they both called home………..
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THE BEGINNING: CHAPTER 1Sitting in her kitchen, staring out the window, Kathryn Janeway quietly sipped her coffee. Why she wondered, why did something always taste better back here on earth. Home! She gave a small sigh, would it ever again genuinely feel like home? Sadly she admitted that it never would be the same. Not without Mark.
Finishing her coffee she walked over to the replicator. After placing the cup on the tray for recycling she debated about what to do next. Either relax for a couple of hours, or return to Starfleet Command to finish her end of assignment reports. She decided on the former.
Walking into the bedroom she discarded her Starfleet uniform in preparation for a much anticipated bath. Today, instead of the shipboard sonic shower she relaxed in warm water, enjoying one of earth's small pleasures. Here there was no rushing to the bridge, no call from her first officer announcing a new stellar phenomenon. Here there was time to unwind.
Feeling refreshed and regenerated she slipped into a pair of slacks and a blouse. In the process of running a brush through her short hair she was interrupted by the peeping of the console. Sensing who was on the other end she tossed the brush onto the bureau. Quickly walking over to the desk she pulled out the grey upholstered chair. As she was taking her seat Kathryn activated the monitor.
The smiling face of Admiral Janeway greeted her. "Welcome back captain. How was the exploratory mission?"
Kathryn Janeway eased her chair closer to the desk. "Dad, it was great!"
With a big smile, which caused her eyes to dance, she learned toward the screen, gesturing with her hands to emphasize her words. "The Gamma Quadrant was full of surprises. The wonders! Not to mention the worm hole itself. What an experience. The scientist in me was very, very happy. I stopped by earlier but you were in a meeting. How's Molly?"
Since the day that she had found the four month old pup, Kathryn and her father and been sharing the care and devotion of a large Irish Setter. Not wanting to inflict the dangers of space travel on the dog, for the past two years, she had appointed her father as official dog-sitter. Molly, having been found just before the break-up with Mark, had turned into a life-line.
The admiral's deep affection for his daughter showed in his smiling face. "She's fine. Seems to know you're back, all excited this morning. How are you doing?"
She lowered her eyes as sadness crept across her face and into her voice. "In other words have I recovered from the divorce….being away for over seven months helped. Does one ever recover?"
Feeling her pain the admiral had trouble finding the right words. "I know it is difficult."
Kathryn nodded. "Even though the marriage was not successful I miss him. His loving embraces. The happiness which we shared….when we could be together. I had something to look forward to at the end of each mission."
Her voice caught in a throat which had suddenly developed a huge lump. "Even with the passage of a year the pain is still acute. Twelve months can either be an eternity or just yesterday."
Though not showing his concern the admiral was worried. Time may heal, however, the scars would always remain.
He spoke softly, the pain of his own loss was evident. "I recovered from the death of your mother and brother. After the accident I thought my life was also over. You were just over a year old, too young to remember. It took time. I centered on the need to raise and care for you, as you have centered on work. Make the best of each day. Eventually, everything will slip into its proper place, in your memory and in your heart."
Looking down, Kathryn ran her finger along the edge of the desk. "Dad, sometimes I feel that the pain will never ease. We still love each other but living in different worlds. I'm a scientist of deep space. Mark is a philosopher with his feet planted on solid ground."
The admiral's face reflected his understanding of the turmoil within. "I know. You're carrying a heavy burden."
Clasping her hands in her lap she nodded slowly, sadly. "Yes, I guess I am. Our main, in fact only problem, arose from the different roads which the two of us had taken. Our deep feelings for each other never changed, but our work kept us apart. Although Mark denied it, I felt that I was being unfair to him. My guilt caused the breakup."
She stared at a blank spot on the wall, her thoughts not on her father.
"Kathryn!" Her father broke into those thoughts.
His voice softened as he scolded his daughter. "You must stop blaming yourself for the failure of the marriage. What happened has happened, it's best to keep busy."
His fatherly tone was now replaced by his brisk admiral's voice. "Are you game for something new?"
Kathryn Janeway's interest was pricked. Placing here arms on the desk, she focused on the monitor. "Something new? I was hoping that my next assignment would be soon….I want, need to keep myself occupied. Keep my mind on other things."
His hand moved to end the transmission. "Come to my office, I have a mission of importance. Something I don't want to discuss even over a secured channel. Let's just say in involves the Maquis."