Summary: A simple away mission goes awry, and Kathryn and Chakotay are forced to undergo horrific conditions. Confidence will be shattered. Facades will be ripped apart. As the reality of their situation settles, will Kathryn and Chakotay be able to cope? More importantly, will they be able to survive?
Disclaimer: Any characters or events from Voyager are from Voyager... and thus owned by Paramount. Furthermore, events similar to or derived from the base movie (to be named later) belong to the appropriate owners. Also, the cover photo is not mine. A link will be posted on my profile.
Inspiration: A friend and I watched a horror movie (to be named later). This is the result.
Note: This was not rated M for sexual maturity. The base movie is quite grotesque and disturbing and is rated R. This fic will be grotesque and disturbing to an extent, but nowhere near that of said movie. You have been warned.
Just a Little More
~ Prologue ~
Food. They had only wanted to barter for food. Normally, Kathryn wouldn't have bothered interacting with a pre-warp society. After all, the prime directive clearly told her not to. However, their supplies had been limited to begin with, and that limitation had begun to show in ways that were precariously boarding on dangerous. The replicators had been as stubborn as ever, and when the ration packs had started to run critically low, Kathryn had known that waiting was no longer an option. The initial telemetry of the planet had shown it to be prosperous is vegetation. Furthermore, the aliens' external appearance had been fabricated with slight, superficial alterations.
Initially, Kathryn hadn't planned on joining the away team, but life aboard Voyager had been quite humdrum. For once, there had been no reports for her to do. In fact, there had been nothing to do, and Kathryn had decided that she was in need of adventure.
Little did she know, she'd be getting much more than she bargained for.