Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, places, or ideas in the following story. I only highly admire them!
Also, whenever Malcolm talks to the camera, it's in brackets.
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Voyager soared through the Delta Quadrant. The crew had been lost in space there for seven years. Each day brought the crew closer too Earth, back in the Alpha Quadrant. On Voyager's bridge, Captain Kathryn Janeway sat in the captain's chair, gazing at the view screen. It showed millions of stars zooming by. All around her crewmembers monitored various stations. Sitting next to her, in the same black Starfleet uniform topped with a solid red block, was Commander Chakotay. His tanned skin, crewcut dark hair, and the tattoo above his eye contrasting the peach skin, and shoulder length auburn hair of the Captain. Behind them was Lieutenant Commander Tuvok. The dark skinned man delved into his work, his Vulcan mindset disallowing daydreaming. Lieutenant Paris and Ensign Kim, on the other hand, couldn't live without daydreaming from time to time. Harry Kim went through the motions on his console. Tom Paris, on the other hand, was visibly non-attentive. Together, no doubt, the two thought of their holodeck program, Captain Proton. The rest of the senior staff were scattered about the ship.
Today had been a slow day for the crew. No Hirogen hunting parties, no Viidian organ thefts, not even a visit from Q! Captain Janeway was beginning to relax, until Tuvok's Harry's console began to beep.
"Captain. Sensors are detecting weapons fire approximately three light-years ahead." Tuvok noted, in his usual monotonous voice, "They have a Borg signature."
"I'm detecting a chronoton flux in the same vicinity captain." Harry piped in.
"Borg? Are there any other ships?" Janeway asked.
Tuvok pressed a series of keys, receiving a beep in response, "Negative."
"Harry, you said you detected a chronoton flux right?" Chakotay asked suddenly.
"What are the Borg up too?" Janeway pondered aloud.
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"Spatial anomaly 0539, the Chronospatial Flexure." Seven of Nine announced. Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay had arrived in Astrometrics to inquire about possible sources of chronoton fluxes. Being a former Borg drone, Seven had a unique way with unknown phenomena. "The Borg first noticed it after assimilating it's guardians, Species 9271, the Ti'reumen."
"Chronospatial?" Chakotay said aloud, "Does that mean what I think it means?"
Seven cocked an eyebrow, the metal implant above her eye moving with it, "If you mean that the Borg are experimenting with time travel, then you would be correct. Seven pressed a series of keys on the console. An image of the flexure appeared on the view screen. It looked like an explosion, frozen in time, besides for the green, Borg, phaser being fired at it. "The flexure is highly erratic. In theory, it could provide a link to any time and location, provided the right energy signature is applied to it."
"The Borg are trying to rewrite history!" Janeway stated, as the knowledge hit her like a ton of bricks. Quickly, she tapped her comm badge. "Janeway to the Bridge. Scan the anomaly the Borg are firing on. Find the time and location of what's inside."
"Captain?" Harry's voice asked, coming through her comm badge.
"Just do it. Janeway out."