Perspectives on Resistance

Despite reading many fanfics on the topic, the repercussions of Unimatrix Zero continue to fascinate me. Please review this story. It is still in progress and has currently stalled (still need to do POVs for Seven, Tuvok and Harry, and perhaps another Janeway or Chakotay one, but I need some advice and feedback to give me the incentive to finish it, so... please? Pretty pretty please?

1: Captain Kathryn Janeway


Kathryn Janeway sagged with internal relief as she materialised in Voyager's transporter room. Under normal circumstances, the relief would be manifested physically, but fortified with Borg technology as she was, that was presently impossible. Or so she thought.

She watched through a haze as crewmen on medical standby ran towards Tuvok, collapsed on the floor, and saw them offer help to B'Elanna. The half-Klingon, however, responded with characteristic defiance by shrugging off the proffered assistance. Only then did Kathryn realise that someone was speaking to her, trying to attract her attention… She noted with a distant horror that she had not even felt the touch on her arm.

"Captain?"

Kathryn forced herself to think clearly, to respond. It was becoming increasingly difficult. For a moment she could not even remember the name to go with the anxious face and blonde hair. Finally, it came to her, and she spoke with a voice that hardly seemed to be her own.

"Sam?"

Samantha Wildman's smile was like a beam of sunlight, and Kathryn felt tears come to her eyes. Normally she would shrug them away as inappropriate and uncaptainly, but now she welcomed them. They showed that, assimilated or not, she was still, after a fashion, human.

"You need to come to sickbay," Sam said, almost tentatively.

Kathryn nodded and tried to step down off the transporter pad. She stumbled and would have fallen if Sam had not reacted quickly and caught her.

"Are you OK?" the younger woman asked anxiously, apparently unaware of the incongruity of the question.

Kathryn looked at her dumbly.

"I'm fine," she said eventually. Why was it so difficult to say?

Sam smiled again and took her arm. Kathryn followed meekly as a memory struggled to the surface of her nanoprope-infested brain.

You would say that if your legs were torn off by a Trayken beast, a voice said in her mind. Who had spoken those words? Her mind seemed unwilling to provide the name, but she could see the blue-tattoed face and hear the gentle voice so clearly…

"Come this way," Sam was urging.

Kathryn realised she'd been standing motionless and stepped forward. She glanced over at the young woman manning the transporter. Who was she? She paused again and Sam, patiently, waited.

"Lyssa," Kathryn said at last.

Lyssa Campbell looked at her with a smile as wide as Sam's had been.

"Welcome back, Captain," she said.

Kathryn nodded slightly. Captain. She was home.

As the doors swung shut behind her, she heard Lyssa say, "Campbell to Bridge. They're back."