Category: Star Trek Voyager
Rating: PG-13 (mature subject matter, some explicit language)
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Voyager and all things contained therein are the property of Paramount and Viacom. I will receive no profit from this story.
Author: Raven
Background: Set during the seventh season, Voyager is still in the Delta Quadrant. Captain Janeway and her crew must face their most dangerous challenge ever.
Title: The Dance
ACT SEVEN
Meanwhile on the Delta Flyer...
INT. DELTA FLYER
Tuvok: Commander, perhaps I should take the helm.
Chakotay: Why...what's wrong?
Tuvok: Logic dictates since you are responsible for the destruction of 48 shuttles, a more suitable pilot should be assigned.
Chakotay: (laughing) Has it been that many?
Tuvok: (not amused) Yes.
Chakotay: Listen Tuvok, it doesn't matter because Voyager has a full compliment of shuttles. We could always replicate another if necessary.
Tuvok: A waste of resources, but a logical assumption.
Chakotay: I'll take that as a compliment.
Tuvok: It wasn't.
The First Officer nods his head in disbelief.
Chakotay: Harry, any way we can send a message to Seven?
Kim: I'm working on it. What would you like to say to her?
Chakotay: (rolling his eyes) Oh I don't know...something like, "hold tight, we're on our way".
Kim: Umm...Yes Commander.
Just then, Harry's consul blows up and knocks the Ensign on his butt. Both Chakotay and Tuvok come to his rescue.
Tuvok runs a tri-corder over the junior officer.
Chakotay: What's wrong with him?
Tuvok: He's unconscious.
Chakotay: Really? I couldn't tell by his closed eyes and lack of physical activity.
The confident Vulcan rolls his eyes and exhales deeply.
Tuvok: Very well. Ensign Kim is in shock. Logic dictates we beam him back to Voyager immediately.
Chakotay: It's a miracle, we actually agree on something.
Tuvok: (taps his comm. badge) Delta Flyer to Voyager
Janeway: (voice only) Hey Tuvey! What's up?
Tuvok: (rolling his eyes) One to beam directly to sickbay.
Janeway: (voice only) Let me guess...a certain Junior Officer is injured?
Tuvok: If you're referring to Ensign Kim, you are correct.
Janeway: (voice only) This may be a new record. I'll inform the Doc.
Tuvok: Aye Captain...Tuvok out.
Within seconds, the unconscious body of Ensign Kim dematerializes off the Delta Flyer.
Chakotay: Well Tuvok...looks like it's just you and me.
As the Delta Flyer approaches the Alien Vessel, Voyager distracts the Aliens by firing upon them. Meanwhile the Delta Flyer
is able to get a message to Seven.
***
INT. ALIEN VESSEL
Seven: They're coming.
Torres: Who is?
Seven: My angry warrior.
Torres: Huh? Oh...you mean Chakotay.
Seven: Yes.
Torres: Boy...you really have it bad for him.
Seven: He is my Collective.
Torres: (angry) Stop saying that!
Seven: I am...sorry.
Torres: Just tell me what's going on.
Seven: Ensign Kim is injured.
Torres: (sarcastic) Tell me something I don't know.
Seven: It seems Voyager is going to distract the Aliens long enough for Chakotay and Tuvok to rescue us and obtain the Crystals.
Torres: Whose idiotic plan was that?
Seven: Your husband's.
Torres: It figures.
Seven: As soon as we receive a signal, we are to distract the guards by creating a diversion.
Torres: You mean like me beating the crap out of you?
Seven: The probability of that occurring is highly doubtful.
Torres: I don't know Seven...I haven't had "Coffee" in almost three days. At this rate, I can make the Son of K'Vok look tame.
Remembering the time one of her multiple personalities was that of the bad tempered Klingon, Seven considers an alternative.
Seven: Than perhaps a different type of diversion would suffice
Torres: I'm afraid to ask...
***
Meanwhile back on the Delta Flyer...
INT. DELTA FLYER
Chakotay: They seem to be taking the bait.
Tuvok: Affirmative. We have not been detected
Chakotay: Have you located Seven and B'Elanna?
Tuvok: Yes...they are being held in the aft section of the vessel surrounded by Chronotanium Alloy.
Chakotay: I've never heard of it.
Tuvok: It is a composition of Chromium and Ablative Armor.
Chakotay: Can we transport thru it?
Tuvok: No. We cannot penetrate their hull. We must neutralize their shield generators first.
Chakotay: Delta Flyer to Voyager.
Janeway: (voice only) Go ahead Chucky.
Chakotay: (rolling his eyes) Captain, we need you to target their shield generators.
Janeway: (voice only) Okie Dokie.
Within seconds, Voyager disables their shields. The Delta Flyer latches on to the Alien Vessel without being
noticed.
Chakotay: All right...let's get our people.
***
Meanwhile on the alien vessel, Seven and B'Elanna attempt to distract the guards.
INT. ALIEN VESSEL
Torres: You've got to be kidding!
Seven: I am not.
Torres: What the hell are you doing?
Seven: It's not difficult Lieutenant. You may even find this activity pleasurable.
Torres: I thought pleasure was irrelevant.
Seven: It is...in most circumstances, but not this one.
Seven rises to her feet and moves to the center of the brig where she motions for B'Elanna to join her.
Torres: I don't think so...and where the hell did you learn to do that?
Seven: According to Voyager's database, this activity is considered most desirable.
Torres: And I thought all you did in there was regenerate.
Seven: You are not mistaken. My alcove allows me to assimilate specific data while I undergo regeneration.
Torres: (sarcastic) How efficient.
Seven: (getting frustrated) You are wasting time Lieutenant! You must join me.
Torres: No offense Seven, but I am not going to do that with you.
Seven: You must comply.
Torres: The hell I will. This is Tom's fantasy...not mine.
Seven: Lieutenant Torres, your participation is required! If you do not comply, we will not be rescued. Is it your wish to remain on this vessel?
Torres: No...but...
Seven: Come here...now!
Seven reaches for B'Elanna who begrudgedly takes the ex-drone's hand. She positions the Engineer directly in front of her as
their lips are inches apart. They align their bodies and press their hands together as their hips sway in unison as they begin to
perform the "Dance of the Seven Veils". The guards are captivated by the spectacle as music is added to their delight.
Torres: (mumbling to herself) I can't believe I'm doing this. Thank Kahless no one else can see this.
***
Meanwhile on Voyager...
INT. BRIDGE
The nameless Ops person covering for Harry makes a discovery.
Ops Person: Captain...I'm picking up a transmission from the Alien vessel.
Janeway: (legs hanging over the side of her seat) Yah? Whatcha got?
Ops Person: I'm not sure, but there appears to be a large congregation of people in one place.
Janeway: (curious) Well...let's take a lookie...shall we?
The main view screen displays a crowd of Aliens surrounding two female humanoids somewhat concealed by colorful delicate
cloths. To their surprise, the females are Seven and B'Elanna who appear to be engaged in an erotic dance.
Janeway: What the...?
Paris: (salivating) Wow...I had no idea B'Elanna was so...
Janeway: (interrupting) Lieutenant!
Paris: Sorry Captain. It's just that...
Janeway: (interrupting) Forget B'Elanna...look at Seven...I had no idea the Borg were so flexible.
Paris: No kidding...Chakotay is one lucky guy.
The bridge crew continues to watch with their mouths agape as their fellow crewmen continue their seductive distraction.
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To be continued...
Rating: PG-13 (mature subject matter, some explicit language)
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Voyager and all things contained therein are the property of Paramount and Viacom. I will receive no profit from this story.
Author: Raven
Background: Set during the seventh season, Voyager is still in the Delta Quadrant. Captain Janeway and her crew must face their most dangerous challenge ever.
Title: The Dance
ACT SEVEN
Meanwhile on the Delta Flyer...
INT. DELTA FLYER
Tuvok: Commander, perhaps I should take the helm.
Chakotay: Why...what's wrong?
Tuvok: Logic dictates since you are responsible for the destruction of 48 shuttles, a more suitable pilot should be assigned.
Chakotay: (laughing) Has it been that many?
Tuvok: (not amused) Yes.
Chakotay: Listen Tuvok, it doesn't matter because Voyager has a full compliment of shuttles. We could always replicate another if necessary.
Tuvok: A waste of resources, but a logical assumption.
Chakotay: I'll take that as a compliment.
Tuvok: It wasn't.
The First Officer nods his head in disbelief.
Chakotay: Harry, any way we can send a message to Seven?
Kim: I'm working on it. What would you like to say to her?
Chakotay: (rolling his eyes) Oh I don't know...something like, "hold tight, we're on our way".
Kim: Umm...Yes Commander.
Just then, Harry's consul blows up and knocks the Ensign on his butt. Both Chakotay and Tuvok come to his rescue.
Tuvok runs a tri-corder over the junior officer.
Chakotay: What's wrong with him?
Tuvok: He's unconscious.
Chakotay: Really? I couldn't tell by his closed eyes and lack of physical activity.
The confident Vulcan rolls his eyes and exhales deeply.
Tuvok: Very well. Ensign Kim is in shock. Logic dictates we beam him back to Voyager immediately.
Chakotay: It's a miracle, we actually agree on something.
Tuvok: (taps his comm. badge) Delta Flyer to Voyager
Janeway: (voice only) Hey Tuvey! What's up?
Tuvok: (rolling his eyes) One to beam directly to sickbay.
Janeway: (voice only) Let me guess...a certain Junior Officer is injured?
Tuvok: If you're referring to Ensign Kim, you are correct.
Janeway: (voice only) This may be a new record. I'll inform the Doc.
Tuvok: Aye Captain...Tuvok out.
Within seconds, the unconscious body of Ensign Kim dematerializes off the Delta Flyer.
Chakotay: Well Tuvok...looks like it's just you and me.
As the Delta Flyer approaches the Alien Vessel, Voyager distracts the Aliens by firing upon them. Meanwhile the Delta Flyer
is able to get a message to Seven.
***
INT. ALIEN VESSEL
Seven: They're coming.
Torres: Who is?
Seven: My angry warrior.
Torres: Huh? Oh...you mean Chakotay.
Seven: Yes.
Torres: Boy...you really have it bad for him.
Seven: He is my Collective.
Torres: (angry) Stop saying that!
Seven: I am...sorry.
Torres: Just tell me what's going on.
Seven: Ensign Kim is injured.
Torres: (sarcastic) Tell me something I don't know.
Seven: It seems Voyager is going to distract the Aliens long enough for Chakotay and Tuvok to rescue us and obtain the Crystals.
Torres: Whose idiotic plan was that?
Seven: Your husband's.
Torres: It figures.
Seven: As soon as we receive a signal, we are to distract the guards by creating a diversion.
Torres: You mean like me beating the crap out of you?
Seven: The probability of that occurring is highly doubtful.
Torres: I don't know Seven...I haven't had "Coffee" in almost three days. At this rate, I can make the Son of K'Vok look tame.
Remembering the time one of her multiple personalities was that of the bad tempered Klingon, Seven considers an alternative.
Seven: Than perhaps a different type of diversion would suffice
Torres: I'm afraid to ask...
***
Meanwhile back on the Delta Flyer...
INT. DELTA FLYER
Chakotay: They seem to be taking the bait.
Tuvok: Affirmative. We have not been detected
Chakotay: Have you located Seven and B'Elanna?
Tuvok: Yes...they are being held in the aft section of the vessel surrounded by Chronotanium Alloy.
Chakotay: I've never heard of it.
Tuvok: It is a composition of Chromium and Ablative Armor.
Chakotay: Can we transport thru it?
Tuvok: No. We cannot penetrate their hull. We must neutralize their shield generators first.
Chakotay: Delta Flyer to Voyager.
Janeway: (voice only) Go ahead Chucky.
Chakotay: (rolling his eyes) Captain, we need you to target their shield generators.
Janeway: (voice only) Okie Dokie.
Within seconds, Voyager disables their shields. The Delta Flyer latches on to the Alien Vessel without being
noticed.
Chakotay: All right...let's get our people.
***
Meanwhile on the alien vessel, Seven and B'Elanna attempt to distract the guards.
INT. ALIEN VESSEL
Torres: You've got to be kidding!
Seven: I am not.
Torres: What the hell are you doing?
Seven: It's not difficult Lieutenant. You may even find this activity pleasurable.
Torres: I thought pleasure was irrelevant.
Seven: It is...in most circumstances, but not this one.
Seven rises to her feet and moves to the center of the brig where she motions for B'Elanna to join her.
Torres: I don't think so...and where the hell did you learn to do that?
Seven: According to Voyager's database, this activity is considered most desirable.
Torres: And I thought all you did in there was regenerate.
Seven: You are not mistaken. My alcove allows me to assimilate specific data while I undergo regeneration.
Torres: (sarcastic) How efficient.
Seven: (getting frustrated) You are wasting time Lieutenant! You must join me.
Torres: No offense Seven, but I am not going to do that with you.
Seven: You must comply.
Torres: The hell I will. This is Tom's fantasy...not mine.
Seven: Lieutenant Torres, your participation is required! If you do not comply, we will not be rescued. Is it your wish to remain on this vessel?
Torres: No...but...
Seven: Come here...now!
Seven reaches for B'Elanna who begrudgedly takes the ex-drone's hand. She positions the Engineer directly in front of her as
their lips are inches apart. They align their bodies and press their hands together as their hips sway in unison as they begin to
perform the "Dance of the Seven Veils". The guards are captivated by the spectacle as music is added to their delight.
Torres: (mumbling to herself) I can't believe I'm doing this. Thank Kahless no one else can see this.
***
Meanwhile on Voyager...
INT. BRIDGE
The nameless Ops person covering for Harry makes a discovery.
Ops Person: Captain...I'm picking up a transmission from the Alien vessel.
Janeway: (legs hanging over the side of her seat) Yah? Whatcha got?
Ops Person: I'm not sure, but there appears to be a large congregation of people in one place.
Janeway: (curious) Well...let's take a lookie...shall we?
The main view screen displays a crowd of Aliens surrounding two female humanoids somewhat concealed by colorful delicate
cloths. To their surprise, the females are Seven and B'Elanna who appear to be engaged in an erotic dance.
Janeway: What the...?
Paris: (salivating) Wow...I had no idea B'Elanna was so...
Janeway: (interrupting) Lieutenant!
Paris: Sorry Captain. It's just that...
Janeway: (interrupting) Forget B'Elanna...look at Seven...I had no idea the Borg were so flexible.
Paris: No kidding...Chakotay is one lucky guy.
The bridge crew continues to watch with their mouths agape as their fellow crewmen continue their seductive distraction.
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To be continued...
