The Ranma Trek Voyage! By DS Wynne


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Note: This is a multi-genre story.


Part 8


As soon as Janeway and Kat exits the conference room, they immediately arrived unto the Bridge.

"Status," Janeway says, as she sat down in her seat.

"We just picked up a Federation signature," Kim says.

"Federation?"

"Confirmed," Paris says. "I recognized that vessel as Maquis."

"Even better. Hail them, Mister Kim."

"Yes, ma'am. Voyager to Maquis ship: come in."

CHIRP!

An Amerind male, a Black Vulcan and a swarthy man appear on screen.

"This is Maquis-3. Chakotay speaking."

Janeway rises from he chair.

"This is Captain Janeway, of the USS Voyager. I believe you have something that I want."

"And you have someone that I want, too."

"Oh?"

"You DO have one of my crewmembers, correct?"

"Actually, we do not. However, given the state of our circumstances…I think we should have a face-to-face conversation."

"That would be logical," says Black Vulcan.

Chakotay thinks for a moment.

"We'll beam over, but NO tricks. Our vessel will launch it's photon torpedoes, and, based upon our readings, your shield generators are down."

"Perceptive. I agree to your terms."

A few minutes later, the three men beam over.

"Welcome to the Voyager, Mister Chakotay," Janeway says. She then turns to face the Black Vulcan.

"And welcome back, Mister Tuvok."

Chakotay and the other man turn sharply towards Tuvok.

"It is good to be back," Tuvok says.

"Hello, Chakotay," Paris says with a smirk.

"Tom," Chakotay says angrily. He then turns to Tuvok, as if he was expecting an answer.

"My apologies, for my duplicitous act," Tuvok says.

"So, you were to turn us in?"

"After gathering information…yes."

"And with HIS help?"

"I asked him to assist me in tracking your vessel down. I do care about the welfare of my crewmembers."

"So, what now? Do I join B'lanna in confinement?"

"Actually, your crewmember is not here. In fact, I was going to ask you for the whereabouts of one of my own."

"Who?"

"Ranko Tendo."

Chakotay raises an eyebrow.

"Did you say…RANKO TENDO?"

"Is that name familiar to you, Mister Chakotay?"

"I may have…"

"I believe that the array in front of us may hold the whereabouts to our crewmembers."

Chakotay looks at Tom. If "Ranko Tendo" is here, then Tom's presence may mean something else…

"Agreed. Lead the way, Captain."

"Good," Janeway says, having decided to wait until later to learn the connection between "Ranko Tendo" and Chakotay.

Meanwhile…

Ranko Tendo wakes up on some sort of futon. She immediately sees two people looking down at her. They appeared humanoid, save for their ears. They were pointy, but layered with additional ridges.

'Rest easy,' came a telepathic cry from the male. 'We mean you no harm…'

Ranko shook her head, as she felt a splinting headache. Unprepared usage of telepathy was always one of her weak-spots…

As she looked at her hands, she discovered some lesions and sores.

'You received a reaction from the examination from the Caretaker,' the woman 'spoke'.

"Oh, really?" Ranko smirked, as she looked at her sores. Using a simple biofeedback technique, which did not require too much chakra, Ranko willed her skin…clean. She had to be careful not to push her body too much. Otherwise, she would feel the pain from earlier again.

'Amazing,' the male says, as he examined Ranko's hand. There was no sign of any disfiguration.

'It's an old trick I learned years ago,' Ranko thought telepathically.

'You…you know how to speak with your mind?' the woman thought shockingly.

'Yeah, it's another trick, too.'

And then-

"GAH!" B'lanna yelled, as she bolted from her bed. She thrashed about, trying to escape in the process.

Ranko sees this, and hops to her feet.

"B'Lanna, calm down!" Ranko yelled.

"I'm not going to be held like an animal-!"

"B'Lanna, cease, or be challenged!" Ranko says in Klingonese.

B'Lanna turns to face Ranko.

"Don't give me THAT!" B'Lanna says. "My mother left Q'onos and her heritage to marry my father. So you can't you tradition on ME!"

"Then, for your mother's sacrifice, respect the words of a Da'Har master."

B'Lanna growled with anger. True, she practically knew little of her Klingon heritage side, and she had spoken to her mother since joining Starfleet Academy. However, the air of authority seemed to speak to B'Lanna's soul. So-

"Fine, but I plan on getting out of here as soon as possible."

"You and me both. But we have to think with our heads, and ascertain the situation."

'I assure you that escaping here is quite impossible,' the male says confidently.

Ranko cocks her head to the side. Of course, the telepaths would glean intent from her minds, if nothing else.

"You want to make a bet out of that?"

Meanwhile…

"That didn't go well," Paris says, as he continued his repairs.

"What didn't go well?" Stadi asked, as she assisted.

"We went back into the array, and were essentially thrown out," Kim says, as he sets in a new panel.

CHOOOM…

"There, that's one…and many more to go."

"Ah, Harry, look at it this way," Tom says, as he pulls himself out from underneath the station. "At least you'll have many more experiences to write in that 'journal' of yours."

"Personally, I would rather be back in the Alpha Quadrant while writing in my journal."

Kim goes over to a nearby access panel.

"Okay, I'm re-routing the power couplings for full normalization-"

Stadi immediately sits up and goes over Kim, and pulls him away, just as the power coupling shorts.

ZZZAAAAAPPPPP-!

Stadi immediately smashes her right fist into the system, breaking the circuit in the process.

"Harry, are you okay?" Paris says, as he goes over to his friend.

"I guess so," Kim says, as he looks over at Stadi. "I don't know about her, though."

Kim and Paris look at an awestruck Stadi, who examines her hand. She then looks at the damage she has caused in order to save the ship's delicate systems.

"Let me see your hand," Paris says, as she took Stadi's hand.

Stadi's hands were not marked.

"Tom, take a look at this," Kim says, as he motions Paris to see what he is seeing now.

Meanwhile…

Having been released from their quarters, Ranko and B'Ellana were allowed to visit the rest of the underground city that made up of the species known as the Ocamapa…

"…And you don't know what happened to your planet?" Ranko asked their doctor, as she, B'Ellanna and their host went through the food court.

"We do not know," the doctor says. "All we know is that 500 generations ago, some sort of great catastrophe befell our world, resulting in no rain…ever. The Caretaker and his mate came to us to take care of us ever since."

Ranko used her fingers to think…

"What?" B'Ellanna asked.

"I trying to figure out something," Ranko replied. She then turns to the Doctor. "So…you've been living in this situation for over 10,000 cycles?"

"No, more like 500 cycles."

"Huh?"

"You might be confused about our life cycle," the Doctor says. "Our people only have an life span of…nine years."

"Whoa."

"So have your people ventured out to check on the conditions?" B'Ellanna asked.

"We do send scouting parties to see if the rains have returned, but for the most part, the upper world is off-limits. Only the foolish or the adventurous would dare take such risks…especially with Kazon-Ogla above us."

"I take it they are dangerous?" Ranko asked.

"Indeed. They are violent and ill-mannered…just like your friend here."

"Grrrrr-!"

"Well, I do appreciate you tell us this, but we prefer to leave."

"If you prefer, then by all means. You and your companion no longer have the disease, but I am afraid that there is no way off this planet. And there is NO way to leave this city, for it is sealed from the surface."

"Ha," Ranko smirks. "We'll see."

Meanwhile…

After an unfortunate meeting with the alien on the array, and after meeting a Talaxian trader named Neelix (who looked almost like a hedgehog), the combined Starfleet and Maquis crew journey to the fifth planet of the system that they are in. After a brief survey of the planet identified a settlement, but not that of the Ocampa.

"Are they the Ocampa?" Janeway said, as she and her Away Team walk up to the settlement.

"Um, no. But we will need their help to find their friend."

"I really don't like this," Kat says, as she surveyed the scenery.

"You don't like this?" Stadi says. "At least you are not forced to change roles."

"I think you look good in blue," Paris says with a smirk.

"I'm a pilot, not a medical tech!"

"Please, children," Tuvok says sarcastically. "We have a serious mission on our hands."

"For once…I agree," Chakotay replies.

"We have company," Janeway says, as a slew of dread-locked, ruddy skinned men surround the team. "Mister Neelix, if you have any suggestion, we could use it."

Meanwhile…

"Well, here is the weaknesses…here," Ranko says, as she felt the walls.

"What are we going to use, then?" B'Ellanna complained. "Our bare hands?"

"No," Ranko says. "MY bare hands. Well, a finger will do, but still…stand back."

Exasperated, the demi-Klingon did as she was told.

"Bakusai Tenketsu!" Ranko yelled, as she stabbed against the wall.

BOOM!

A nice size hole opens up. However, some sort of energy field begins to coalesce around it.

"Hurry," Ranko says, as she pulls B'Ellana through, just as the hole is sealed up again.

Tbc.