"Captains Outrageous…"
Summary: Strictly and utterly for fun. Imagining our favorite seestras as Captains of the Federation flagship.
Disclaimer: No copy write infringement intended…
Cosima…Sarah…And Helena…
Centauri Prime…Darwin Research Institute…
"So you're saying…" Cosima, from her Enterprise quarters, onscreen of a portable computer on the table, provided by S, via secured link, eyed Dr. Duncan, he giving vague smile as he brought sugar and cream to the table on which a teapot and lemons in bowl now also sat…
"Father…Please…" Helena, rising. "I gets tea. You sit and talks the science." Pulling chair to him, solicitous look…
S eyeing Sarah who frowned as Helena eagerly began setting cups and pouring from the teapot Duncan had brought in from the kitchen area. Duncan sheepishly taking the seat offering, wan smile to the pleased Helena.
"We weren't intended to survive…" Sarah, calmly. "Bloody one-shot tools for Section 51, that's us."
"Sarah…" Cosima put up a hand on screen.
"Father? The one or two lumps?" Helena asked.
"Two, please dear…Lemon, no cream."
"Mrs. S?" she looked to S. Who shrugged…Well…Better this than her tryin' to kill us all.
"Black with sugar…Thanks."
Yeah? Sarah gave hard stare back to Cosima. "Helena's callin' him Dad and you're 'really honored to meet you'…" she noted in mocking Cosima tone. "Maybe one of us oughta remember we're the subjects of illegal human experiments?"
"Sarah? I would say, three sugars and lemon?" Helena eyed her.
"Is guess that we are alike in taste, not Romulan intelligence…" she smiled at Sarah's look. Cosima chuckling.
"We'll see how you laugh at her jokes when she guts your mother…" Sarah, angrily.
Cosima...Rather annoyed now… "Hey?"
"Sarah…Is me you are angrys with…Rightlys." Helena urged, gently, taking seat and pulling her own cup over. "Perhaps…I shoulds go…?" she asked, somberly eyeing the group. "I can wait outside if…" S frowning as Helena started to rise.
"No way." Sarah frowned. "Sit down. And I don't mean that as alls forgiven. You're not going outta my sight."
"I mean no underhands stuff…" sigh. "I will stay, no problem." Helena retook seat. "Just do not hurt sestra Cosima, sestra."
"Don't." Sarah, firmly. Then sighed. "Sorry, Cos…Out of line." She eyed the screen. "I'm not the one killing us, meathead." Grim tone. "But, sorry again, Cos. I mean it."
"It's fine." Wave of hand onscreen. "I understand you're angry, Sarah. I know you've got good reason to be…But…"
"You've got good reason, too…I get it…" Sarah nodded. "Though you might have told us you knew about this, Cos."
"I only knew there was some sort of illness and I only wanted a chance to find out how bad it was…I wasn't sure it was the same thing as Katja when I started having symptoms…" Cosima, a bit lamely. "I didn't intend to keep it secret forever, but there wasn't any point in scaring you if it was only me."
"You are stoic, sestra Cosima. Very Romulan." Helena nodded.
"Yeah, hear you roar…In Romulan." Sarah shrugged. "So you kept it quiet just until Zeus here was kind enough to ask if any of us were showing signs of illness." she frowned.
"He could have left us in the lurch there, Sarah…" Cosima noted. "He didn't have to bring that up."
"And pass on a chance to play with us and our genes…?"
"Ladies. Sarah's quite right as to our experiments being both illegal and unethical. But..No. You were very much meant to survive and live normal, success lives, Sarah." Ethan insisted.
"But we were meant to be infertile." Cosima noted from the screen.
Hmmn…Eyeing the tea on table before her on her own screen, she swung around to her quarters' replicator. "Tea…Earl Grey hot." Taking cup a moment later…
"We felt it could be dangerous to allow the first human clones to reproduce…" Duncan sighed.
"Yeah, that would've been unethical…" Sarah, darkly. "But ya screwed up with me, eh? The nightmare extra?"
"Sarah…" S sighed.
"Uh…" Helena glanced round. "Mehaps I needs to say…I can be with child as well. According to Tal Shiar medical facilities."
"Yes, I'd expect that." Ethan nodded. "And it suggests why the Borg were willing to talk to the Romulan government, they must have somehow learnt of you as one who could reproduce. They'd need that to short cut the process."
"Sounds like your boyfriend Tomas really sold you out…How come he didn't keep you in a pen to breed new hybrid super Romulans?" Sarah, mockingly.
Helena, hurt look… "Sestra, you are right in the anger but this is rude."
"But it is a point…" Cosima, cocking head on screen. "Why didn't the Tal Shiar breed you? No offense intended…" wave of hand. "But if they knew you could have children? They must have wanted more of us…?"
"I think Tomas feared such." Helena sighed. "Though he did allow me to bond with one particular friend…I means the platonic, sestras…And he may have hoped, in time I would bear children. But I don't think he was in hurry until he sees what my capabilities are."
"So he feared you might produce some kind of 'master race'?" Cosima eyed her.
"I suppose." Sigh. "Or he just liked to be control freak…Or maybe…" Helena gave a nervous glance.
"Oh…Eeew…Glad it didn't come to that." Cosima blinked as the others looked at Helena.
"That maybes unfair, he never pressed me for the romance." Sheepish look.
"Love slave to the Romulan praetor…Nice retirement set up, I'm sure…" Sarah, dryly.
"Sestra…Please…" Helena, embarrassed look.
"Forgive me for offendin' Romulan honor." Sarah, shrugging.
"I'd say it's likely the praetor was wisely cautious about your reproducing, Helena." Ethan noted. "We don't really know the consequences…"
"Wait!" Sarah blanched, rising from chair. S looking disturbed as well… "Me daughter! Is she ok? Will she be all right?! Well?!" she fumed at Duncan.
"Sarah…If she's shown no symptoms or problems, she's likely fine." Duncan sighed. "But…This is uncharted territory."
"If my Kira suffers because of your bloody Khan Singh experiments, you bastard…!" Sarah raged.
"Sarah, please…" Helena raised hand. "I promise you this wiolence does no good…"
Sarah staring at her…
…..
The Louvre…
Alison sighing, rolling eyes as a figure, clearly a woman of her own height came to her and stood beside her at the David painting of Napoleon and Josephine…
"What…Does…It…Say…To…You?" flat tone.
Donnie, watching from a hallway…Sighing…
Ally? That's not your best Finnish…
"It speaks to me. It restates dee negativeness of dee universe." The French accented voice replied… "Dee hideous, lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. Dee predicament of man forced to live in dee barren, godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in un immense void with nothing but de waste, horror and degradation forming a useless straightjacket in de black absurd cosmos."
Pause…
The other turning to eye Alison, a white beret pulling low over a mass of curls…
Sigh…
"Whata are youa doing Saturday night?"
Ally? That's Swedish…Donnie sighed, watching.
"Commiting suicide."
"What about Friday night?"
Chuckle… "Veera…" hand on hand… "Will you never get Woody right?"
"I'ma trying, oh yeah…Ya…"
Donnie shaking head as he tried to keep gaze on several sculptures…His phone suddenly buzzing.
Oh…As Ally's likewise began buzzing. She frowning…Damn…
"Hey, Mom…" Donnie hastily, heartily speaking to the phone, keeping the setting to audio only.
"How are the kids?"
"Come…Veera…" the figure beside Alison pulled her arm.
"That's good. Ally? Well…" Donnie began.
"She's in the middle of something…"
…..
"Well…?" Vic eyed Simone as she returned. Smiling politely to a passing human couple nodding to him, clearly eager to show support for Quadrant Peace and Siblinghood.
"She just picked up a girlfriend." Shrug. Smile… "Lucky for you…"
"Picked up?"
"Picked up…Solicited…Came onto…'Shareish atatak' is the closest I can come to in Cardassian." She noted.
"Really?"
"Vic…" frown. "What the hell is…" slight freeze… Going on, Viktar…?" she eyed him. Vic following her to a corner at her stern look. "Well…?"
"Hello, sir." Vic nodded. "Alls well, we just spotted the one I'm tailing meetin' another one. Or maybe meeting two others, Simone wasn't finished comparing scans…"
"I see…Any word of their plans? Any signs of Section 51 about?"
"Workin' on it sir…So far no 51 guys showing…"
"Except for that Martian who gave your girlfriend here some minor trouble…"
"That guy? 51?" Vic blinked.
"A very good agent, but fortunately a bit prominent. 51 must be trying to locate these ladies as well." Simone noted reflectively.
"But these girls are on Earth…"
"Section 51 is hampered by Federation notions…And they suffer from the usual human ego…They've been outwitted, somehow, by the ladies. Our reports indicate they had no knowledge of them and their presence in Paris, though that could have been a deception. Well done, Vic, locating them."
"Uh, thanks…Sir?"
"Yes, I'd better restore Simone. We might appear unusual talking like this here."
"Yeah, we're ok…Actually I was kinda wonderin'…"
"We've no intention of harming them, Vic. If that's your concern…" overhearty tone for such a delicate-appearing "woman".
"No, of course not, sir."
"We just need to know what's going on…See that we're not getting dragged down into something without even a chance to put our own in. You understand that, Vic. We want those girls safe. In fact, I look to you to help keep them so…"
"Sure, of course, sir. And I'll do my best."
"Best what, Vic?" Simone eyed him, puzzled. "Ma chere, what's going on? Tell me…" she reached to touch his arm, a worried look.
I'd bet anything he's still on line with her, for laughs…Vic thought, sighing.
….
Centauri Prime Aqua World bar…
"Quite a place, eh?" Paul addressed Mark genially.
"Yeah…"
"Tourist thing for you?"
"Uh, yeah…" nod. Sip of drink, nervous fingering, smile. "My first…"
"I can imagine…The Borg don't do vacations outside their heads, generally, right?" smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about, sir. Excuse me." Mark moving to rise, Paul putting hand on arm.
"Come on now, no need to panic. This can be a peaceful negotiation." Paul smiled. "I see we both chose a spot they'd have to pass on leaving the place. We're both looking for our girls…You're after Helena I assume?"
"I don't know who you mean, sir." Mark, standing now, tapping his credit reader to pay his bill…
"There's no reason for us to have a problem. Consider this a truce offer." Paul noted calmly. "You don't want attention, neither do I. You want Helena, I want Sarah. No need for us to be silly about it. Lets share information and nobody gets hurt, assimilated, or spends the rest of their lives in a Section 51 holding cell."
Mark looking the pleasantly smiling Paul over…
"Don't worry, we can talk." He noted. "I'm using an audio baffle."
"Fine. You realize I could kill you and assimilate this whole planet." Cold stare.
"You could try…" Paul grinned. "One drone alone, though? I wouldn't overestimate your abilities, though for my part I don't underestimate them. Come, you guys can adapt to situations, right? You seemed to be doing fine here just now."
Daniel, watching…Frowning…
Jerk face gets to have all the fun…
"What's happening?" Rachel via neural link. "I can't get a clear view by the cameras there."
"Dierden has engaged the Borg." Daniel shrugged. "Hasn't come to a fight yet. I can't get audio, he's using a blocker. I'll move in…"
"No! Wait!" Rachel cried. "I mean, uh…Lets do this the right way, Daniel…" Daniel, another little smile emerging…
"I love you too." He projected via link, mouthing words as slightly as possible. "It'll be fine. I'm just getting in closer."
"What?! Who do you think you are?!" Rachel fumed. "Rosen, you're crossing the line as monitor…Remember your…Daniel?! Not so close! He'll see you!"
"Fine, then…" Mark nodded to Paul, carefully setting down his glass. "A truce for the moment might be acceptable to us. Where is Helena?"
"She and Sarah are touring the place, I last saw them in the big tank…"
"And you'd just let me…Us…Take the Romulan?" Mark eyed him.
"You're human, right? From Earth, the report from S51 said…"
"Daniel, goddamnit! Stop! This is my direct order!" Rachel, aghast as Rosen approached the bar and took a seat a few seats from where Paul and Mark were talking in low tones, Paul pausing to order another drink for each of them.
"Centaurian cabinet 2335, a carafe, please." Rosen ordered as the waitress turned to him.
"And it's fine, Rachel. The Borg doesn't seem to want trouble." He noted, another slightest of smiles.
"I am." Mark, nodded. "Helena pass that on?"
"We have a lot of info sources, I couldn't say for sure." Paul shrugged.
"But I am…" Mark paused as two men passed and took seats… "Totally committed to my own people." Faint smile.
"Maybe we'd best take a booth, it's getting crowded here. Hows about that one, good view of the walkway." Paul suggested. "We're going to finish our drinks over there." He turned to the waitress. Daniel watching while managing not to look away from his tourist guidebook.
"Might care to order lunch, I think the girls will be a while yet." Paul noted, waving to the waitress at bar for menus, she nodding "On me."
"Thanks. That man at the bar yours?" Mark asked, indicating Rosen.
"Not really but Section 51…Cards on the table." Paul smiled. "I think he just wants to survey the situation for them, that ok?"
"That's fine but if he interferes…" Mark noted.
"Please…Be my guest." Paul grinned.
"You humans…" Mark shook head.
….