This is the second story in what will hopefully be a long line of stories. This story continues the adventures of the Lieutenant Simon Hartstone. While not necessary to read the story "Punishment" it would be advisable to set up why this new character is aboard Voyager.

Captured! Chapter 1

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Chapter 1: Why don't they put phasers in the toilets?

Voyager's mess hall was decked out again for a party, Simon wasn't sure what the party was for, but it was a party. He thought to himself as he walked in the mess hall for a crew stuck in the delta quadrant they sure did a hell of a lot of partying.

"Simon, Welcome join the party," Neelix said in his usual enthusiastic manner

"I have every intention of joining the party Neelix, it's just that I am confused about what this party is actually for"

"Well as morale officer I feel it important to keep the crew spirits up by holding some small get togethers for the crew to attend every so often"

"Good plan"

"Plus the Captain likes it, it keeps her in touch with all her crew she cares about everybody on this ship"

"I know that Neelix" Simon saw the Captain talking to a young male ensign; the ensign looked slightly intimated talking to the Captain. With his advanced Borg hearing he could filter out the other conversations and focus in on that one. While he didn't feel it his place to eavesdrop even though he could do it from across the room he noticed the ensign was keeping his answers short and pertinent for the Captain not giving up any more information than what was asked of him.

"Hey there Simon" someone slapped him on the back from behind "how's it been going" he turned around and Tom Paris was the culprit with Harry Kim sipping from his drink. "You decided what you are going to bring to this crew yet"

"Well Tom obviously security would be the natural move for me but I think I am done fighting, and also I don't think Tuvok would appreciate my 'highly illogical' shoot first, questions second policy"

"Probably not" Harry said "or more accurately definitely not" Harry laughed as he spotted Tuvok walking past.

"Well I have already submitted my technical specs for the hull piercing photon torpedoes, as well as I have a few more ideas cooking in here," Simon pointed at the side of this temple to emphasise his point.

"Can't wait" Tom said as he took a sip from his drink "care to let us in one what you got cooking"

"Sorry Tom like an artist I never reveal something until I am finished with it" they all laughed.

"So you have had a couple of weeks to get used to his presence Seven what do think of him?" said the Captain sipping from her drink

"His assimilation into this crew seems to have been easier than my own I should ask him for any suggestions he may have."

"I am surprised as well after living alone aboard a defiant class vessel for the last 5 or 6 years, I thought he would be a little more secluded than he actually is but he is out here talking to the crew and interacting with them." They both looked on as Simon was talking to a female crewman.

"So you thought he was going to be like me?" Seven asked

"Well not exactly like you but he was just really coming to terms with his families death and assimilation, I thought he would be thinking about them a lot more"

"I have noticed some humans cover up their grief by working harder, and keeping busy, while not on active duty he seems to be doing that in some fashion. I have been looking over the technical modifications for his torpedoes. He also told me today that he has more ideas 'cooking' but he is unwilling to share information until he is finished"

"Well this is a new lease of life for him, he has goals now that don't include destroying cubes, or other Borg vessels."

"As an ex-drone I thought he would be more like me but he seems to be developing his own personality"

"That was his personality before the Borg I think but I think he has just found it again"

Simon made an excuse to the female crewmember before moving out of the room. The female crewmember shook her head and smiled as she walked off to talk to another member of the crew

"Sometimes nature has the habit of calling at the most inappropriate times," Simon thought, as he stood at the urinal in the empty toilet

While nature was calling Simon thought about the last couple of weeks, meetings with Tuvok, and just relaxing just trying to get his thoughts together and seeing where he could be useful to this ship.

"If a grizzled battle hardened solider could be useful to this ship at all"

Suddenly he heard a phaser go off and some screams, Simon somewhat panicked a little for him he poked his head out of the toilet to see 6 men storm the mess hall firing phaser shots into the air. He had to think fast he couldn't take them "why didn't they put phasers in the toilets" he wondered somewhat stupidly.

He couldn't take on six people, he was assuming those phasers weren't set to stun. "At least when the Borg come straight at you and you know what they want" he said to himself.

Simon decided a tactical retreat was the course of action he should take, he needed to acquire a gun before he could take them on as well as six on one wasn't exactly the odds he was looking for. He turned and saw a Jeffries tube hatch, he slid over to it slowly and he opened the catch he opened it enough to let himself through and he closed the hatch behind him.