Chapter 7

Standing Outside The Torpedo Room

Half an hour later, the Captain standing outside the torpedo room. The emotions and thoughts from worm-nanite were driving her crazy. It was like having three different personalities in her. Where Kimi-mela was a strong, manipulator, and loyal personality, she had two different personalities fight inside her, the Captain of Starship and Kathryn, the woman behind the captain mask. The brave one is Captain, the strong, guilt, organized, intelligent, and scarred is Captain. The captain goes into survival mode when she feels conflict, danger, or a vibe. Call it a gut feeling, and she's ready for the fight.

Now she took a deep breath before she walked through the sliding doors into the room. She stopped and noticed her crew working like bees on the torpedo.

Chakotay walked immediately to the back room, tapped Tom on the shoulder, whispered in his ear, and nodded toward Gerron. Chakotay came straight back and told Gerron that Tom would be right over. Captain watched Chakotay ordering men and women around the room, and then with her peripheral vision, she watched him approach her. His cold, dark, vacant eyes stared back at her.

"Where have you been, Kimi-mela?" Chakotay demanded furiously. "I've been waiting for ages for you!"

"It…It took me a while to take control of her mind and her body. She's tougher than she looks. What happened to your face? My love," replied Captain/Kimi-mela.

Kimi-mela's smile was gentle, and she reached out with one hand to stroke his cheek. Chakotay/Di-Ni't wanted to lean into her touch. He closed his eyes, savor the feel of her small hand on his jaw. But he forced himself to remain still until he couldn't take another second of her. And then he grabbed her wrist, closing his fingers around her delicate bones with soothing finesse. He tugged her in front of him. A surprised gasp slipped from her.

Their gazes collided, his dark eyes as hard as coal and unreadable. Light-head, her body shaking, her pulse frantic, and she gaped up at him. "I have missed you, my love," she told him huskily.

He looked up into her blue-grey eyes filled with emotions and swallowed hard. "And I have missed you, so much so, that for the last several years he had felt only half alive.

He pulled her close to him and said, "Kiss me."

"Get your hands off her, you bastard, or I'll kill you," said Chakotay, angry inside his head.

"Go ahead and try. Many have tried. You can't stop me human," said Di-Ni't.

His eyes meet her, and he lowered his mouth to hers.

"Kimi-mela," he whispered against her lips, "Kiss me. Right now."

He ignored the stiffening of her body and nudged her lips apart to slide his tongue against hers. Sweet. So damnably sweet. She was not fighting him. Yes, she returned the seeking thrusts with the same urgency that flowed to his veins. Then tension fled her limbs. Her soft breasts molded against his chest. A low murmur of pleasure bubbled in the back of her throat.

The kiss seemed to go on forever; paradoxically, she pulled away too soon, inhaling sharply. Chakotay/Di-Ni't opened his eyes to see her studying his face. She was flushed, her lips slightly parted, her hair tangled and mussed. He rested his forehead against hers and stared into her eyes. He could drown in those blue-grey eyes. Their last host eyes were green or orange with vertical slits for pupils. He surfaced slowly from the welter of sensation. "Kimi-mela," he whispered hoarsely, his lips shaping the word. Then he kissed the corner of her mouth. He couldn't help himself.

"Thank you," he whispered.

I didn't do anything. She pressed her lips against Chakotay/Di-Ni't cheek. He moved against her, just a little, and his eyes widened.

"Anytime," she whispered seductively in his ear.

Captain step back and looked over his shoulder and saw crewmen gathering behind him with their vacant eyes watching them.

Tension mounted. Kathryn's heartbeat heavily, but she didn't want to show fear. Kathryn inhaled deeply, then she relaxed.

Chakotay/Di-Ni't turned around and faced his mindless drones. "They have a gift for you, my Supreme Highness."

Captain soon began hearing a beautiful voice coming from the other end. She looked down at the other end and saw Ensign Nata with her dark brown hair and prominent cheeks singing with conviction. The rest of the crew kept their heads bowed.

We-n de-ho we-n-de ya-ho

Hoi-id-ijj ei t-sho taa-la-I bee na-ood-zil yee ni-ya

We-n de-ho we-n-de ya-ho

Hoi-id-ijj ei t-sho taa-la-I bee na-ood-zil yee ni-ya

We-n de-ho we-n-de ya-ho

Hoi-id-ijj ei t-sho taa-la-I bee na-ood-zil yee ni-ya

Ensign Nata stopped singing, and the others then began chanting. It was a low-tone chant that had the same melody as the song, or was it a prayer that had just been sung. The voice in my head said it was a prayer for the blessed one. However, Captain could not make out the words. She walked up to him, took his hand.

Crewmen just stopped chatting in mid-note. They just stopped and stared. At us with those vacant eyes. Di-Ni't nodded his head toward the men and women. They turned around and started walking toward the torpedo.

"That's a beautiful song," Kathryn whispered.

He pulled his hand out of her and turned around to face her with lust-filled eyes.

"Yes, It was a beautiful song, but you are more beautiful than the song."

Di-Ni't raked his eyes over her. He shifted his hips to adjust the bulge in his pants. His movement caught her attention, and her eyes were drawn to the unmistakable bulge in his pants. He gave her a sly smile. Kathryn could feel Kimi-mela's desire to trace the outline of Di'Ni't erection, itched to touch the length and thickness for herself.

Captain/Kimi-mela breast tingled and tightened. Her cheeks grew hot, her sex too. Between her thighs, a molten slickness burgeoned. She needed to push Kimi-mela's desire and lust to the back of her mind. She has to remain strong and not let Kimi-mela or Di'Ni't take control of the situation. But Kimi-mela's emotions are overwhelming for her mate.

He wanted to make love to her new body. He wanted to feel her new body next to his and wanted her to feel the desire that welled up in him so strong. I want to feel her writhing under my new body as I thrust myself into her new body. I want to hear her scream.

"I want to taste the sweetness of your new body," his voice was low and deep, and every word was thick with desire. He gently grabbed Kimi-mela/Kathryn by the upper arm and escorted her toward the doors. "Wait" She tried to pull her arm out of his grasp, but he held tight. "Where are we going," asked Kathryn.

"I want you, Kimi-mela. It's been a long six years, since I held you in my arm and made love to you. I want to be alone with you, Kimi-mela," Di-Ni't murmurs. He needed to feel her, smell her, taste her, claim her.

Think. Yes. She needed to think. She needed to think strategically. She needed to concoct a strategy of her own. It was a mistake to let him define the narrative here. Think, Kathryn. Think. But, oh, that was difficult to do. She forced herself to concentrate. She's learned the science of battle tactics long ago. But the restless glitter in his eyes told her she was running out of time. She needed to act. She already planned to seduce him into allowing her to take him to her quarter or his quarter. She didn't think it was going to be so easy. Both quarters were booby-trapped with multiple hyposprays.

"So, where are we going," she asked again.

He looked at her suspiciously, saw her smiling, and smiled in return. Then she reached up and kissed him on the lips. "Di-Ni't, we can use the site-to-site transport to the Captain's quarter. You are Supreme Ruler. They are our quarters now. You are now the Captain of Ship," she whispered, kissing him again, reaching up and draping both her long beautiful slender arms around his neck.

"Sure," he said, kissing her full luscious lips, bending her body back gently on his arm, and she responded, kissing him back.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the wall console. Captain did not hesitate. "Computer, initiate site-to-site transport to Captain Janeway Quarters Deck 3. At once, the white glimmer of a transporter beam enveloped Captain and Chakotay. Torpedo room dissolved from his view, and an indeterminate amount of time later, her quarter appeared before her eyes. They had materialized beside her table in her quarters.

She watched him as he paced through her rooms, making everything strange and small by his presence. He looked out the window and saw stars…thousands of them. Millions. Captain walked up behind and laid a hand gently onto his upper arm and said. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes, Soon, this will be ours for the taking. My drone army will conquer every species in the four quadrants. First, We will infect the Earth population, then let them out into space, and they will spread worm-nanites like a virus. When all is in commotion, and we have created a race of mindless drone army in sufficient number, we will destroy the Borg and anyone who opposes us," he said with conviction in his voice.

She didn't quite know what to say or how to react to his word. She decided to play it safe. "Would you like something to eat or drink!"

"No." I just want you. He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward her bedroom.

Shit, Shit, Shit! What was she going to do? She was afraid he would see the uncertainty in her eyes and call her on it.

He looked into her eye. "Don't be scared, my sweetheart. I'll never hurt you, and I will not let anything or anyone hurt you. I promise you right now that you can trust me. I have always been faithful and honest with you."

They smiled at each other. "I trust you."

"Before long, Kimi-mela, we will be connected telepathically once more,"

Chakotay/Di-Ni't faced her and began unzipping his uniform jacket. She reached up and stopped him.

"I don't want you to do that."

His brows rose in a query.

"Let me, I'll undress you," she said seductively. She inhaled deeply, finding Chakotay masculine scent as seductive as an aphrodisiac. She unzipped his jacket. He shrugged it off and tossed it to the floor. She pulled his tunic over his head. "Damn this human! They were too many clothes," said Kimi-mela.

She looked up at him seductively, lifting up his shirt to slide her hands lightly over his chest.

Chakotay/Di-Ni't sucked in his breath. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her body against his as he leaned down to kiss her, his mouth more demanding than hers. She moaned as years of pent-up frustration boiled to the surface.

She pulled his tank over his head. Her fingers skimmed his back and slid down to the waistband of his jeans. She didn't want to hurt Chakotay. She needed to stop now, but it was too late. She needed to finish her mission. Voice in her head keep yelling at her.

She edged him backward till he could feel the bed pressing against his legs. She pushed him down gently and climbed on top. She felt his hard cock touch her stomach. Shit, this not good. I need to stop this now. But her desire for this man took over.

He took her mouth, mine. He unzipped her jacket and pulled it off. He pulled her tunic over her head and tossed in on the floor. Shoving his hands under her tank top, he soaked in the warmth of her skin. It arrowed straight to the cold lump that had settled in his chest since the last time he'd seen her. When the Borg killed there, host and everything went to shit.

Desperation tried to urge her to go faster. He kissed her with a little more force, a little more aggression than he normally used. He'd always tried to be so careful with her.

Because promised to take care of her and never hurt her.

His handed moved with a purpose now, stripping her tank over her head and throwing it on the floor. Her lacy pink bra looked like pure sin, pushing her breast up and out. Instead of removing it, he left it there as a temptation. His lips started to land on a small mound of on breast, but she pushed him back. She kissed him deeply. Keep him distracted. She reached under her pillow, grabbed the hypospray that was prefilled with the drug. While holding the hypospray with her left hand, she quickly but gently pressed the hypospray into his neck, simultaneously pressed the button down all the way, and removed it as quickly as she could. The whole process took about ten seconds, but it seemed to last about a couple of minutes.

He moved his head quickly and looked at her with a puzzled look. He turned his head and saw hypospray. He instinctively grabbed her left wrist and squeezed it so hard she winced. Until she dropped the hypospray on the bed. "What is this, Kimi-mela?" He shouted, his face contorted, red and eyes bulging, so close to her face while looking at the hypospray.

Captain hoped the drug would work quickly. The voice was yelling at her. No! No! You fucking bitch, I am going to kill you. I am going to kill you. I am going to kill you for taking the life of my mate. Kathryn wanted Kimi-mela voices inside her head to stop. "I'm Kathryn Janeway of USS Voyager. I had no choice when you took control over my ship and its crew."

What the h—" He tried to keep talking, but his eyes were closing, and he passed out on the bed.

She took a deep calming breath and reached for her tank top, and pulled it over her head. When her door chimed, and she jumped. Indicating that someone was requesting to enter the space, and she put on her jacket over the tunic. She needs to keep a bold face on, or they will start asking questions.

"Enter," she calls out sternly.

Lieutenant Commander Tuvok, the chief security, stepped quickly in the room, and the door slid silently closed behind him.

"Yes, Tuvok, what is it?"

His head tilted ever so slightly as he looked her up and down. "Are you okay, Captain?" asked Tuvok.

"Yeah, I'll be all right," she replied with a slight smile.

"We should get back to the bridge and see what is going on. Knowing Mr. Kim, he will be worried. But give me a minute." Captain said.

"Yes, Captain."

She walked into her bedroom. She shook her head while she looked down at Chakotay half-naked upper body lying on her bed. "I'm sorry, Chakotay."

"Janeway to Sickbay," Janeway said in a hushed voice.

"Sickbay here," Doctor said.

"Doctor, I'm initiating a site-to-site transport Commander Chakotay to Sickbay."

"Yes, Captain."

She stood there and watched as the white light of a transporter beam enveloped Chakotay's body.

Captain Ready Room

CAPTAIN'S LOG, SUPPLEMENTAL. My crew did a fine job of quickly eradication nanites from the ship warp core, main computer, and the gel packs. Commander Chakotay and the rest of the crew are back on their feet with minor injuries. The Doctor destroyed the Worm-Nanites, and Worm-Nanite Symbionts has been safely securely taken out from the crew's cerebrums. The Doctor decided to continue the treatment. In fourteen days, the crew will be entirely cured of any straggler worm-nanites or nanites. The Doctor suggested we put the symbiotic in stasis because it's an intelligent living-life form, and we do not have the right to destroy it. It's a living and thriving entity. I agree with the Doctor. The information we got from Ensign Kim and Commander Chakotay helped Seven figure out the symbiotic last host. Seven believe it was Species 1489. They called themselves Larab and are from planet Hadotu, which is a class M planet we visited. I ordered Lieutenant Ayana to take Lieutenant Commander Tuvok's next watch and get some rest. He has been uneasy and distracted.

Engineering is operating at maximum capacity. Ensign Vorik is the temporary chief engineer. I ordered Crewman Gerron and his team to dismantle the torpedo. Ensign Vorik and his team are fixing the plasma injectors to restore warp speed. He believes there was an issue with the plasma flow regulator, which he is still investigating.

JANEWAY SIGHED AND LEANED BACK in her chair, shutting off the log recorder. Janeway reached for her coffee mug. Janeway sipped the coffee and thinking about Neelix used to conjure up for her from the galley. He called it "coffee," though it bore only a passing resemblance to the real thing. She missed it.

She rested her head on the back of her chair when she heard the door chime rang.

"Come in," she called.

The door hissed open to grant Chakotay entry. He was half a head taller than Kathryn with her boots on. His chiseled feature and facial tattoo. He walked toward her, his movement languid, but the look in his eyes said he was anything but relaxed.

Think it through, and don't mess it up. Chakotay warned himself silently. He wiped his sweaty palm against his trouser leg and said, "Kathryn….I need to talk to you."

There will be more to come.

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