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Story takes place sometime in season 4 while this is the 6th season of DS9
Deep Space Nine
The Voyager had docked at lower pylon one just as Sisko requested them to do.
The outer hall lock circular door opened as the Voyager crew were walking from the Voyager and onto the station. The inner hall lock circular door finally opened as the crew approached the device.
Paris looked around disappointed. "There's no one to greet us. No welcome back home?"
Tuvok, standing right next to the pilot, glanced at him with an raised eyebrow. "Really Mr. Paris?"
"Oh come on, Tuvok," Paris smirked at the Vulcan chief of security. "I was expecting a room full of people here to celebrate our arrival."
"Just because we were stuck in the Delta Quadrant for almost four years doesn't make us celebrities," Tuvok had to remind Paris despite the fact they were in the middle of nowhere on the other side of the galaxy doesn't mean they're going to be praised everywhere they go.
"Not to mention with this war going on there's already all sorts of so called 'celebrities'", Janeway added to the point Tuvok made. "Alright everyone, enjoy yourselves."
Chakotay spoke up. "Remember, we're not scheduled to leave DS9 until tomorrow at zero-seven hundred hours, so you should have some time to explore the station and relax."
The doors opened from lower pylon one bay to the interiors of the corridors of the station as the crew walked.
Promenade
The Voyager crew finally made it to the promenade that was filled with all sorts of shops, people selling things, and restaurants. It had been years since anyone had set foot on something that was run by Starfleet. The crew were just happy to see other Starfleet officers besides themselves as well as other Alpha Quadrant races.
Various Klingons were walking, along with Bajorans, Bolians, a few Pakleds, Ferengi, some Andorians, and some Tellarites.
"Wow," Neelix looked around as he and Tuvok were walking and splitting up from the rest of the crew. "Look at all of these different aliens Mr. Vulcan."
Despite the fact that Vulcans have suppressed their emotions, Tuvok was actually glad to see all of these aliens he hasn't seen in years.
Neelix stopped and looked around. "Look at all the Klingons."
Meanwhile, Janeway and Chakotay had paired off and were walking through the promenade.
"Even though this is a reality created by Q, I can't help but feel pleased being here and seeing all of these different people and species we've grown accustomed to," Janeway looked around with a smile.
"I do have to agree seeing all of these people is a pleasant site," Chakotay's thoughts were the same as his captain's.
"Oh my god! Honey!"….
Janeway and Chakotay turned around and saw Samatha Wildman, Naomi, and Samantha's husband. Janeway remembered Samantha telling her his name which was Greskrendtregk.
Greskrendtregk was a Ktarian wearing a blue science uniform with a rank of lieutenant junior grade.
The two embraced a tight hug and kissed each other. Tears were coming down each other's faces.
"I didn't think I would ever see you again," Samantha said still hugging her husband.
"Neither did I," Greskrendtregk said. "I'm so glad you returned to me, honey."
After they hugged, she almost forgot to introduce Naomi to him. After all, he had never seen his daughter before.
"And this here is your daughter Naomi," Samantha introduced their child.
He bent down to see his daughter eye to eye. "Hello sweetie, I'm your father."
Naomi smiled at gave her father a hug. "Daddy," she said as sweetly as possible.
Janeway was getting teary eyed seeing a family unite. This was the first time all three of them had been together, so it was an emotional experience for the three as well as Janeway watching them.
She looked at Chakotay as they continued on. "Now that is one of the many reasons why I want us to return home so badly, to see families reunite and come together."
"Seeing the Wildman's together again is a very touching moment," Chakotay added.
They walked into one of the turbolifts and got in it.
"Ops," Janeway said as the doors closed.
As for Naomi Wildman, she looked up as her parents continued to talk. She looked around the promenade looking at all the different sites that surrounded her. She had never seen a station like this or any station for that matter. So many people, so many different places.
She decided to start walking as her curiosity got the best of her, walking away from her parents. As she was walking, she got a glimpse of a Bajoran woman trying to sell some jewelry to some people. Naomi continued walking as she continued to stare at the Bajoran woman. Without warning Naomi walked into another person. She looked up at the man, scared at him, his features, his odd looking smooth face. Her eyes widened showing that she was frightened.
"Hello Miss…", the man said.
"Naomi!" Samantha said as she quickly walked over to her daughter after realizing she had wondered off.
Samantha grabbed her daughter and picked her up. "I'm so sorry if she bumped into you Mr….?" Her voice trailed off as Samantha did not know who the man was. He was wearing a Bajoran uniform with a Bajoran combadge but with no rank. His face was smooth and his hair was slicked back.
"Odo," Greskrendtregk said joining his family.
Odo nodded. "Lieutenant."
Greskrendtregk spoke again. "Samantha, Naomi, this is Constable Odo, DS9's chief of security. Constable, this is my wife Samantha and my daughter Naomi. They're from Voyager."
"Ah, the long lost ship that got sent to the other side of the galaxy in the Delta Quadrant," Odo acknowledged the famed story of the Voyager. "Well I'm sure you have heard this numerous times but welcome home."
Samantha smiled. "Thank you Mr. Odo."
"Enjoy your stay on the station," Odo stated. "Good bye Naomi." Odo gave a faint smile at the little girl who continued to stare at the man. Odo walked away.
"Amazing," Greskrendtregk looked on at the Constable. "In all my years I have never seen him smile at anyone, not even when he busts Quark at one of his schemes." He then turned to his daughter. "Good job sweetie."
Naomi smiled back at her father.
Meanwhile on the station…
The Doctor and Seven of Nine were making their way around the promenade when Seven decided to walk into Quark's Bar.
The Doctor shook his head. "This is a bad idea, Seven. Why are we going in here anyway?"
Seven looked at her friend. "You have instructed me for months to build up my social skills. I feel going to a bar could help."
The Doctor was hesitant to even suggest this would be a good idea. "While I'm glad you're taken to my advice about building up your social skills, couldn't we find some place else?"
"No," Seven simply stated.
Seven of Nine and the Doctor walked into the bar. The place was busy with all sorts of people from Starfleet and Bajoran people to Klingons to other aliens that were drinking, eating, and playing Dabo.
Quark was behind his bar serving some drinks when he spotted Seven of Nine. He looked at her in awe. "What do we have here."
As Seven and the Doctor made their way into the bar Broik, one of the Ferengi waiters, was about to serve them before Quark came over and pushed Broik out of the way. Broik landed at a nearby table and fell down.
The Doctor looked at Broik and then back to Quark. "I hope you don't treat your customers like you do your bar staff."
Quark shook his head. "Who him? Nah…. He'll be okay." He turned his attention to Seven. "My name is Quark and this is my bar. I might say you look like a very interesting person, not to mention a very attractive one miss….?"
Seven stared at the Ferengi bartender. She wasn't accustomed to the behavior of the Ferengi despite the fact they have been assimilated in the past by the Borg.
"My name is Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01, but you can call me Seven."
Quark's attention was curious. Who is this woman. "Interesting name you have there and that thing above your eye. I swore you look Human, but maybe you're something else?"
"I am Human," Seven continued. "I was assimilated at a young age by the Borg in the Delta Quadrant. The mechanical device above my eye is my ocular implant. It helps me see as well as give me acute visual, better than normal people."
Quark's eyes widened. "You were a Borg?" Quark smiled at the thought of what he was thinking about. "The Federation was almost beaten by them last year. Luckily they won, otherwise I don't know how I would have survived without making profit if they decided to come over here and try to assimilate everyone." A thoughtful expression appeared on Quark's face. "I doubt they care for latinum."
"Indeed," The Doctor rolled his eyes at Quark.
Quark looked at the man, studied him. "I think I saw you last year here on the station."
"Me?" The Doctor questioned. "I don't see how considering I was in the Delta Quadrant last year."
The Delta Quadrant! Quark thought to himself. He could use the information from this guy and Seven of Nine and make a nice profit.
"Um….yeah," Quark's mind was still on trying to make a profit from any information he could get from these people from being in the other side of the galaxy. Quark looked over at one of the Dabo girls. "Leeta! Come here!"
A Bajoran woman came over from one of the games. "It's not time for my break Quark. What do you want?" She turned to the Doctor. "Lewis?"
"I thought you knew this man," Quark gazed at her and the Doctor.
The Doctor's interest was peeked. "I'm not Lewis Zimmerman. I'm the holographic doctor, the Voyager's chief medical officer. Lewis Zimmerman was the person who created me."
Quark's eyes widened even more. A hologram who was able to move about freely. These people keep on getting better and better.
"Oh yea, that's right," Leeta said. 'Well anyway I met Doctor Zimmerman last year when he came aboard the station. He wanted to make a long term medical hologram and wanted to model it after the chief medical officer here, Doctor Julian Bashir, but there were some problems that arose." She nodded at Quark and then looked back at the Doctor and Seven. "Well I best get back to work. Nice meeting you."
The Doctor smirked. "Hmm, quite a lovely woman."
Seven of Nine decided to have a seat at the bar right next to an alien with small beady eyes, small mouth, and a rather large face. This was Morn. The Doctor joined her. Quark got back to the two at hand.
"So can I offer you something to drink or eat?"
"I require no nourishment at this time," Seven said matter of fact.
Quark looked at the Doctor. "I'm a hologram. I don't eat or drink," the Doctor explained. "Even if I did, I might have to go someplace else for the local cuisine."
That was an insult, Quark thought to himself. "So I was thinking…." Quark moved in closely to Seven and the Doctor. "I was thinking I could make a profit that I would share with you of course about some of the information that you have from the Delta Quadrant."
The Doctor shook his head. "Absolutely not."
Quark reacted and paused to reflect for a moment. "Okay, how about you tell me how you're able to walk around since you're a hologram?"
The Doctor pointed to a device on his left arm. "My mobile emitter that I got from the twenty-ninth century allows me to move about anyway I please."
Quark wanted to grab the device. He was thinking something from the twenty-ninth century could make him have as many moons as he could buy. Forget that one moon his cousin Gaila had. That was chump change compared to what he could buy. Maybe an entire system? The possibilities was endless.
"Okay, how about this, we can make a huge financial profit over your mobile emitter." Quark smiled as he trying to pitch his deal to them. "Imagine we could update any technology for any empire based on what that device from the twenty-ninth century contains."
"Absolutely not!" The Doctor stated in a sharp tone. "No one is going to get this device and use it for any kind of profit Mr. Quark."
Quark sighed. This wasn't going well. He thought of another idea in order to make profit. "What are those things you have that you can use? Nano…?" The name escaped Quark's mind at the moment.
"Nanoprobes," Seven answered. She had been quiet while she was hearing the Ferengi's pitch ideas.
"Nanoprobes, right!" Quark devilishly smiled. "We could use those nanoprobes to help people. Imagine the uses people could have if they get injured in this war. All those poor people from Starfleet, those honorable brave Klingon warriors, and now the Romulans." Quark paused for a moment. "Imagine if they needed to repair something like a broken bone or if an arm goes missing. We could make a market with these Borg nanoprobes and help millions of people."
Quark eyed Seven. "So what do you say? Do we have a deal?"
"No," Seven bluntly stated.
Quark shook his head. "And why not? Let's not forget Rule of Acquisition number nine, opportunity plus instinct equals profit." He smiled at them. "And I think this could be a great opportunity for all three of us."
"Ferengi Rules of Acquisition," The Doctor drudgingly remarked and sighed. "Words to live by."
"Sorry," Seven was getting tired of hearing this man's money making schemes. "If nanoprobes got in the hands of someone who did not want to use them to help people but to use it for their own purpose to say create a perfect soldier that couldn't be taken down especially in this war, then the nanoprobes would be used as a weapon. That would be unacceptable."
"But….," Quark pleaded.
Seven looked at the Doctor. "Come Doctor. I think I did enough to work on my social skills today."
The two walked out of Quark's bar as Quark looked on upset, disappointed, and defeated he couldn't make a profit with at least one of the three ideas he came up with. He looked at Morn, disgusted. "What are you looking at?"
Morn just stared at him as Quark got back to work.
