Sharawonga
Seven of Nine, B'Elanna, Tom and Colonel Samuels are given extended shore leave. Captain Janeway agrees to act as advisor to Princess Madila during the crucial peace talks on Sharwonga and finds friends, enemies, intrigue and danger...
Voyager and the characters aboard her (except the Colonel and additional characters) in this story are copyright of Paramount. No resemblance is intended to any person alive or dead.
The story line and the Colonel are my own.
Constructive criticism and comments are welcome on e-mail story@rgower.f9.co.uk .
If like me you like to know why things occur like they do, I would heartily recommend you start with the first story The Colonel
This story is rated PG13
©R Gower 2000
After the tensions and excitement of marrying the Colonel and Seven of Nine the previous evening, Captain Janeway had spent most of the night agonising over the correctness of her actions.
One part of her screamed in rage and guilt that she had ultimately resorted to the course of action that General Fletcher and Anneka Holsen had used to force the Colonel to marry for the first time. Another pointed out that even though they had become engaged, the Colonel would still have tried to put the fateful day of the marriage off in the belief that Seven of Nine would find a partner better suited then he was. His faith in that scenario was one that nobody else shared, especially, she suspected, Seven of Nine.
The Captain had seen people who were deeply in love, she even thought she had been once or twice. She had recognised Seven of Nine's Symptoms' nearly as soon as the crew had, and had watched in fascination as Seven had slid inexorably from mild interest, through coy disinterest and into total dedication, expecting to see them subside and disappear at any time, when she suddenly thought that she had discovered enough. Instead, perhaps exacerbated by Colonel Samuels own patience and gentle persuasion in getting her to tell him about her life, taking her painful memories as his own, helping her to accept them in his own unique way, those feelings had bloomed, unchecked and out of control, whilst she had struggled to understand them and their meaning. Another pang of guilt hit her, as she wondered if she could have explained them better to the normally dispassionate blonde.
Then there had been his strange chivalry, surrendering his quarters to her and sleeping wherever he could find space on the ship, unless she demanded his company, offering all the care, protection and comforting she wanted. But always fighting back the desires he must have been suffering from, afraid that they might hurt her. It must have loomed as a challenge to Seven in the end, she suddenly realised; to breakdown the defences she had cracked and he had built to protect her and others from himself. It had resulted in her blunt demand the day before as her determination and incredible patience had finally come to an end. She smiled at the idea, wondering if she would have had the same tenacity, if the Colonel had shown the same level of attention to her. Then frowned, as she realised that he had and still would if she needed or wanted it.
In the end her more analytical mind put it down to a command decision and tried to dismiss the thoughts. But they still troubled her and she made a point to check that Seven of Nine was satisfied with the new arrangement in the morning.
The morning seemed to arrive all too quickly as she was woken by the persistent bleeping of her intercom.
She snapped at it blearily.
Madila here Kathryn, came the cheerful singsong voice of the Princess Madila of Valoria. I will have to return to my ship today, Martha informs me we are no more than twelve hours from Saharwonga. But I would like to offer you breakfast before I prepare to leave you?
I'm having it transported from our own galley, all fresh food and properly prepared, she encouraged.
Despite herself the Captain felt her mouth water at the thought of non-replicated food and cheerful company as opposed to a hurried and solitary breakfast.
I'll be down in forty minutes, she drawled quickly accepting the invitation.
Thank you for agreeing to join me, Kathryn! The Princess sang happily as the Captain appeared forty five minutes later.
Thank you for inviting me, the Captain responded happily, starring at her desk cluttered in over twenty covered dishes of every shape and form in open fascination.
Seeing the direction of the Captain's eyes the Princess laughed gaily. Please help yourself! She prompted.
You eat like this every day! Exclaimed the Captain, examining the contents of the dishes suspiciously. They seemed to contain enough to feed an army, full of meat, vegetables, as well as fruit and juices of every kind imaginable. How do you keep so slim!
No I don't, Princess laughed. Usually I make do with some fruit. But today is going to be a long one so I thought I ought to eat properly, I wasn't sure what you would like and my Chefs got carried away.
Cautiously Captain Janeway tried something that looked like a lamb cutlet, then took another two as it dissolved in an explosion of flavour in her mouth. This is superb, she complemented filling a plate happily. I've never met anything like this. I'd be the size of a Star Ship if I was met with this every morning!
It does get a little dull after a while, Madila laughed as the Captain sat at the table with her.
I'm sorry about the standard of the food aboard the ship, the Captain apologised as she finished her piled plate in quick style. Neelix does his best and we have to be careful with the replicators.
Our replicator systems aren't as advanced as yours and we rarely travel far from our own planets, we can afford to use only the best fresh food, the Princess consoled. Besides, I found Mr Neelix's food quite refreshingly different! I've had our chef learn some of his recipes, especially the one for Hotpot!
That one is Colonel Samuels', the Captain remarked. It's one of his battlefield recipes, meat, vegetables, fruit and molasses. Easy to prepare and cook.
Perhaps you should make him the chef! the Princess giggled.
He likes Neelix's food, the Captain moaned. Besides he is more useful in other ways.
You rely on him a lot? Princess Madila asked gently.
Not especially, Captain Janeway excused. He cannot handle the technology aboard the ship properly, despite Seven of Nine's attempts to teach him. But he is a member of my crew with very special talents, strengths and weaknesses.
You're not being entirely honest, Kathryn, the Princess chided gently.
She continued more brightly. I'd like to thank you for the help you've supplied for the last few days. Martha tells me that the amount of information we've acquired has been phenomenal and that she has commanded for a number of my crew to be given regular medical checks.
I'm very sorry, the Captain stammered at the implied reasoning. We did try to protect your crew from ours!
The Princess laughed again. I'm not sorry at all. If they prove positive then they will be claimed heroines. If any of your crew wish to become Valorian, I promise they will be offered utmost respect and dignity, but I will only accept them if you agree? She offered mischieviously.
I will consider any requests, but I need my crew, the Captain agreed cautiously.
There will not be many, they are a very loyal crew, Princess Madila assured her.
I was hoping to ask you for one more service? She continued.
Oh! What's that?
We aren't experienced in negotiating with other races. I was hoping to ask you to be my aide during the negotiations, Kathryn? The Princess asked quietly. Martha is a valuable and wise guide, but she lacks the experience I think I will need there. Your advice will be invaluable.
I don't know how long we will stay on Sharawonga, or if we'll even stay at all, Captain Janeway commented guardedly.
It is a beautiful and safe place and I'll make sure you are recompensed with anything you and your ship requires, Madila encouraged. Please, Kathryn!
Captain Janeway felt her resolve slip to the gentle pleading, finally she agreed. I'll help you for as long as we stay in orbit. But we do have other places to go and the negotiations you are about to set about can take a long time, she warned.
Colonel Samuels woke as early as usual. He lay still for a moment trying decide where he was, whether he should be there in the presence of the beautiful and warm body that was pressed against him and why he didn't feel as guilty as he should. Gradually the previous days events came back to him. The shot gun wedding that he and Seven of Nine had accepted, the events of the previous night. He cringed as he remembered them and checked that the body was breathing. Then settled back with his arms around his new wife, waiting for her to wake naturally. Feeling a lot happier than he could remember being for a long time.
Seven of Nine woke disorientated an hour later. In alarm she tried to swing herself upright but felt herself hampered by a heavy arm across her waist, holding her down.
I don't think anybody expects to see us early the day after our wedding, a familiar deep voice said softly.
It is not early, it is 07:00, she protested in confusion. I must review the results of the long range scans, there are three power distribution nodes to examine on decks 9 and 11, plus I must inspect the Engineering records in the absence of Lieutenant Torres.
I suspect by the time we need the first, it will be out of date, the second is routine inspection and for the third you are now in the same position as Lieutenant Paris. Hopefully cuddling up to the man you love and foolishly married, Colonel Samuels pointed out, gently pulling her down again.
Besides it needn't be for very long, he suggested kissing her gently. Just long enough to say Good Morning' and I love you'.
She tried to resist at first, then settled back onto the bed beside him, accepting the situation willingly. It is inefficient, she complained weakly, settling her head on his shoulder.
The Colonel agreed happily. But comfortable?
she admitted. However I am damaged. My body aches I will have to consult the Doctor and regenerate.
I'm very sorry about that! The Colonel apologised crestfallen. I tried to avoid hurting you, but I got carried away. I will try to control myself properly next time.
Apologies are accepted, she accepted readily. She recalled some of the events that had occurred. The overwhelming sensations that had hit her and had sent her spiralling out of control in a way that she had never experienced before, as he had finally surrendered himself to his passions and desires. Nor do I wish you to restrict yourself. It was pleasant, she added.
From his pillow he looked at her in amusement. Seven, you are the most beautiful, patient and tolerant woman a man could ever wish for as a wife. But also one of the cruellest. I love you for it to the very last implant. He kissed her again
Your examination was completed and acceptable? She asked, unsure which answer she wanted from him.
Not complete, but very acceptable, he admitted happily. Except for one thing, he added.
I think I may have as many Borg probes in me as you have. Just before you passed out your stringy things, Assimilation Probes', he corrected himself quickly at her raised eyebrow. Decided to play as well. They tried to assimilate me.
You should have seen the Doctor at once, she scolded harshly, as the shock over the fact that she had lost control of herself to the point where the Borg implants should be able to try to take control hit her.
And tell him that I can't make love to the only woman in the Galaxy I love because she tried to assimilate me. Not on your life! He protested hotly. Besides, as you don't seem to be laying beside a Borg drone, it looks as though I may be immune to them now and there is even a little justice in it, after all I was assimilating you! He grinned wickedly at the thought.
She smiled with him, accepting the concept and his teasing, then teased back. When do you wish to recommence your examination?
He asked hopefully.
That may be acceptable, she agreed happily. However I may wish to carry out a similar examination, she announced, kissing him quickly before rolling off the bed to stiffly approach the replicator.
He waited a moment watching her slim figure sway to the replicator, appreciative of her elegance, before rolling out of bed himself and heading for the bathroom and shower.
He emerged some ten minutes later, towel around his waist, washed and feeling a lot fresher and started to assemble his uniform for the day. Noticing a button loose on his shirt he sat in an easy chair and commenced sewing it back on. Two minutes later he became aware of Seven of Nine standing over him, watching him quizzically, he looked up and smiled weakly.
Old habits die hard, he apologised.
A missing button used to mean a day in the cookhouse, he explained rising to meet her and the mug she was proffering. Of course as the CO I had the services of a Batman when needed, but I always preferred dealing with things like this myself.
You should replicate a new one, she informed him, putting the cup on the table behind her and approaching him. Perhaps it would be a good place to commence changing your habits to suit your current situation?
He became ever more aware of her body closing on him and stood mesmerised as she wrapped cool arms around him crushing him closer. Snapping out of the trance he responded with a kiss as he felt himself respond lower down. She also sensed his changing mood and tugged the towel away from him, stepping back sharply as she did so and watched in amused detachment as he subsided again.
Perhaps I should commence my examination now? She taunted suggestively.
Perhaps you could, he agreed with a sly grin. But it will be the difference between being late for duty and not turning up at all.
she accepted reluctantly. I will postpone the examination until a later time.
It was his turn to approach, wrapping his arms around her from behind, stroking gently and nibbling her ear. You gave up too easily, he whispered, I wouldn't have lasted long.
She thrilled at the touch, but kept her voice steady. I know, I wish it to be a challenge. We should have breakfast.
I hope it won't be! He laughed and sat at the table she had prepared for them.
Which habits are you volunteering to give up? He teased as they finished.
I am uncertain, which would you suggest? She responded evenly.
I'll let you know, he offered. May I escort you to your station?
she agreed standing up and accepting his arm around her waist.
He left her to her duties in Astrometrics, parting with a gentle kiss and a shy grin as the doors closed behind him. Reluctantly she turned to her analysis.
It proved to be more difficult than she had expected, she couldn't concentrate on the figures that scrolled over the screen infront of her, continuously being replaced with visions of her cavorting the previous night and the anticipation of more to come. Irritated immensely that she had seemingly lost her much craved efficiency so totally she tried to concentrate harder and found it harder to make sense of the readings as the visions intensified.
She was grateful for the interruption an hour later as the Captain Janeway and Princess Madila entered laughing happily together.
I wasn't expecting to see you here today Seven? The Captain sounded surprised. You haven't fallen out already?
No, Captain! Seven of Nine assured her. I have duties to carry out.
You claimed that marriage would reduce the probability of me making error, you were in error, she continued quietly.
Oh! How so? Captain Janeway demanded gently.
I am finding it difficult to concentrate upon my duties correctly. It is frustrating, Seven complained, her brow creasing in puzzlement as the Captain laughed at her.
That is why you have a honeymoon after a marriage, Seven! She laughed. It allows you to get to know each other properly and for the worst of the urges subside. When they do then you will be every bit as efficient as before, but perhaps with more purpose. I'm surprised Alan didn't explain it to you, or even let you come to work!
I wished to complete my duties, he did advise that we weren't expected to be on time, Seven admitted uncertainly. Learning about each other, I thought I understood him yesterday. I was mistaken, his attitude is changing.
Nothing unpleasant I hope? The Captain demanded urgently.
Seven of Nine considered her response carefully before replying. He is more physical, but gentler. He claims he lost control when I thought that he may have caused damage to my systems.
If he is too much then I will have you out of the marriage as quickly as I carried it out! Captain Janeway declared in sudden concern. I don't want you hurt!
Seven of Nine smiled. I wish to investigate my experiences further. It promises to be a long and interesting experience. I intend to be thorough, she enthused.
Captain Janeway suddenly realising that Seven of Nine had been teasing her, laughed again. He's not the only one that has changed then. He always claimed you teased him mercilessly, now you're taking it out on me!
she added, I brought the Princess Madila up to explain how our long range Astrometrics suite works. But as you are here and understand it better than anybody else, perhaps I can leave Her Highness with you to explain?
I'll see you at lunch then, announced the Captain and left.
Your long range scanning systems are much more advanced than ours, Princess Madila announced.
Your race have too few resources to engage in long range exploration, Seven of Nine pointed out. Voyager developed this system because of a particular need. It is the combination of Borg and Star Fleet technologies that now allows us to make detailed scans over one hundred light years and plot a course over a complete Galaxy, she claimed then launched into a basic description of how her suite worked.
How did you fall in love? the Princess asked as her description came to an end.
The question floored Seven of Nine in mid flow and forced her to search for an answer. I am uncertain, she admitted at last. I was assimilated as a child, I have found my human emotions difficult to understand, there appears to be no logic in the processes.
But there must have been notable points! The Princess exclaimed.
Seven of Nine sighed. There were many, she agreed at last. When he joined the ship I found that his life had similarities to my own. He proved he was able to understand the feelings I was experiencing as a human. When I was stranded with him on our own, I found his company agreeable, I found I wished to be remain in his company. I found he needed protection and care, even though he appears not to be aware of those needs. I wish to protect him.
And he will let you now? The Princess asked innocently.
I am uncertain, Seven admitted cautiously. It will take time, but I will succeed.
Captain Janeway returned to the Bridge and settled reflectively into her chair next to Chakotay.
I think I may have lit a major fire, she commented at his quizzical glance.
She grinned at his continued questioning look. Between Seven and the Colonel. I'm not sure Seven knows what hit her, but she seems to want a lot more of it, she explained.
They'll settle down, Chakotay assured her. It hit the Colonel hard as well, he pointed out.
I keep forgetting him. I keep turning him upside down and inside out, but he keeps coming back for more, she admitted reflectively. Princess Madila accused me of not accepting how important he is to me at breakfast, I think she may be right.
The Colonel himself pointed out he has only limited usefulness to the general running of the ship.
I know, but when we get in serious trouble who do I leave to get us out of it! She exclaimed.
Captain, we are being hailed, Tuvok announced form his Tactical station, interrupting further discussion. It appears to be a Sharwongan Customs Vessel.
Put them on, she sighed, standing and straightening her uniform jacket self conciously.
This is Kathryn Janeway, Captain of the Federation Star Ship Voyager, she announced to the bland face of the robot that appeared on the screen.
This is Sharwonga Customs, a distinct nasal twang smote their ears. State your intentions?
Shore leave, She claimed firmly. We have been informed that Sharawonga is the place in the sector for time off!
You are not part of the convention?
I have been asked to act as an advisor to Princess Madila of Valoria. And she is aboard this ship, she admitted guardedly. But the prime reason for our being here is shore leave.
The Princess must rejoin her vessel, along with any other aides, their ship will be escorted to suitable orbit. Your vessel must be inspected for progressing further. The voice signed off as abruptly as it had started.
She shrugged, It looks as though you're Captain now, she announced to her grinning Commander. Make sure Neelix doesn't get carried away. And have the power relays on deck eleven overhauled, then they won't fail so often, she quickly rattled off a list of minor failings and crew that had to be watched over, to be stopped by Chakotay.
We'll deal with it, I'll even make sure Seven and the Colonel take a holiday. You go and enjoy yourself! He demanded cheerfully.
She grinned as well. I will, she agreed. But I'll deal with Seven and Colonel Samuels myself.
Besides he may give me something more to look for? She suggested, heading for the Turbo Lift.
She found Seven and the Colonel in the mess as she had expected, sharing a table with Tom and B'Elanna.
Before I spend a fortnight looking over Princess Madilas shoulder at her conference, I thought I'd ask your advice, Colonel? She announced, coming straight to the point.
The best advice I can give, is make sure I'm not within a hundred miles of the conference, Colonel Samuels pointed out happily.
You won't be, she declared. You and Seven are going on honeymoon, along with Tom and B'Elanna and at the Princesses expense. She laid a dozen PADDS on the table infront of them. These are their brochures, take your pick!
I don't think where you go for a honeymoon actually makes a lot of difference, the Colonel commented in amusement. The thing about honeymoons tends to be that you rarely notice your surroundings, whether it's soggy Manchester or sunny Bahli, you tend to make your own entertainment.
Where did you go? B'Elanna asked mischievously.
It was organised for me, like this one, the Colonel admitted. The Swedish ambassador sent us to Sweden for three weeks, ostensibly so Anneka could teach me what the Army failed to do, to ski. Perhaps even meet her parents!
We failed in both aims. I can get down a snow slope okay, but not on the planks they bolted to my feet and her parents refused to see me even then, he added.
They didn't like you! The Captain exclaimed, in shock, the idea seemed preposterous to her. In her experience only mortal enemies disliked the Colonel, but even they respected him.
They didn't like what I was, the Colonel corrected her sadly. They refused to even meet me. It was the only thing Anneka and I ever argued about, whether she should turn her back on her parents or not, she wanted to and I didn't. I spent three days with the local Mountain Rescue team, picking up the pieces after an avalanche in the next valley, whilst she tried to pick up the pieces with her family.
Well that's those three out, Tom Paris announced happily, placing three PADDS aside. We're not taking you near snow and avalanches!
Any more advice for me Colonel? The Captain asked urgently as the others examined the PADDS that she had supplied.
Find out about the others there, their cultures and wars. They don't have to be the same, but they should be at least stable and trustworthy. Above all find out about the people who are really behind and organising this wonderful idea. True philanthropy is rare enough to be discounted, whoever they are they want something, and the deeper you have to dig the more they are going to want, he offered with a frown.
I'll do that, she promised. Now where do you want to go? She demanded.
They all gathered to see Princess Madila and the Captain depart two hours later. Remember their rules, no weapons or getting into trouble! She demanded as a parting shot, glaring at the Colonel.
Perhaps I shouldn't go, Ma'am? He grinned back.
If you don't, I'll come back and frog march you to the planet, she stormed, then laughed when she caught his mischievous grin.
Voyager was guided to her allocated orbit high above the planet.
There must be more than six hundred ships here! Whistled Tom Paris from his seat at the helm.
Tuvok announced from his station. Including fifteen Felongran warships and four Cathor. I am still attempting to identify the others.
So I'm going to be unemployed again when I get back, the Colonel sighed wistfully.
I'll see if they are ready to rejoin their fleet, Chakotay agreed, referring to the Colonel's Marines.
The ship safe in it's orbit the two newly wed couples made their way to the shuttle bay, ready for their short trip to their holiday resort.
The Captain stood bewildered alongside the Princess and her aide Madila in the giant conference room, desperately attempting to identifying how many races were in attendance. There appeared to be over a thousand people there, delegates and aides. It dawned upon her that the task Colonel had recommended to her was impossible, it was difficult to decide the difference between races let alone individual people.
You had better stay with Madila, she whispered at last to Martha. I'll start trying to work out who is who!
It will not be easy, Martha hissed back. I do not recognise half of the people.
They had spent the hour between joining the yacht and joining orbit urgently discussing how to handle the conference. The Captain had been at particular pains to try to avoid alienating the aide over the Princesses insistence that she was likely to be better placed to guide her than Martha. She had finally accepted Martha's assurance that, she was of a similar opinion to her Mistress and even if she wasn't, she would need help. Now that the scale of the task was evident, she knew she was going to need even more help.
Captain Kathryn Janeway, I believe! A deep but pleasant voice sounded behind her. She span quickly to find herself confronted by a humanoid dressed in a purple habit, the cowl pulled well forward over his face so that only the shadows of his face showed.
I am, she agreed brightly. Who are you and how did you know who I was?
I am sorry, he intoned. I am Chancellor Guthorn of Cathor. I was informed of your presence by one of my guard ships. It appears you number two of our subjects amongst your crew and that we owe you a dept of gratitude.
He pulled back his cowl and she saw his craggy features, bushy white hair and beard and the red eye's for the first time. She also caught sight of the armour beneath the habit as well and the power sword on his belt.
You are a Knight? She accused. How did you get the weapon past Security?
I am a Knight, and the sword is part of our cultural costume, he confessed amiably. As for getting it past Security, they didn't see it and this a diplomatic function. Will you permit me to entertain you. I may be able to give you more of the answers you are looking for than you can trying to find them yourself? He suggested.
She felt herself warm to the tall humanoid and his openness, but hid it for a while. How do I know you haven't singled me out to prevent me from finding anything out? She demanded.
Unless you talk to somebody, you won't even begin to find out, he pointed out, unperturbed by her firmness.
he continued with a grin. We are at the same degree of loss as you are as to who started this conference and the unlikely nature of the candidates. Whoever called it either does not know the people involved or has an unlikely amount of optimism!
I accept your offer, Captain Janeway agreed slowly. But you still haven't given me a reason for trusting you?
And you shouldn't, he agreed amiably, guiding her to a seat. Except we are, in my honest and modest opinion, the most powerful race here and have little to gain.
Then why are you here? She demanded, accepting a drink from a waiter as he passed by.
The same as you, to see who is really behind this great get together. If it is well founded we will join, if it isn't we must be prepared for anything that comes from it.
Scupper it, she corrected him seriously.
He laughed easily. It could come to that, he agreed. But it is unlikely we will need to.
You see those four over there by the table, he continued pointing to a group by a large counter. They are Cheinnes, Canines. They are sat opposite a party of six Felongrans. The only reason they aren't ripping at each others throats is because this is a neutral planet. It is almost impossible to think of any way that a satisfactory alliance can be formed between them. I wish we had the same degree of fortune as Princess Madila, in being able to bring somebody who has nothing to win or loose along as an advisor and can see more clearly because of it.
She stared at him steadily trying to see behind the amused red eyes of the knight, trying to decide if he was being honest with her. He stared back until her eyes watered and she broke off guiltily.
I am sorry, Captain, he apologised. But you seemed to be trying to read my thoughts. I don't think your telepathic powers are strong enough to do that!
She grinned back at him. I'm not telepathic at all, just stubborn. It was my fault! She admitted candidly.
I have a question for you, Captain. If you would favour me with an answer? He questioned calmly. It has nothing to do with this meeting, but perhaps everything to do with my seeking you out, he added quickly.
She nodded a cautious acceptance of the proposal.
My ship reported that the two Knights in your care have refused to return, until their combat training is completed. Why is that? I find it difficult to understand what they can learn. Knights of Cathor are not noted for being weak in combat.
It is a long story, she commented.
I have all night! He pointed out, waving a waiter towards them to order dinner for them both.
This Colonel must be a great knight! He announced respectfully, when she finished. You should have brought him as well. I could have tested him?
He doesn't think himself a diplomat and I've sent him on his own mission, to get to know his new wife, she grinned.
He seemed to think for a moment, then admitted. Much of your story has been relayed to me by my ships. I am happy that you are as honest as I have been told. I would like to ask for your help and assistance?
She raised a questioning eyebrow at him, annoyed at being led on.
Any information we find, we share? he offered. When we have completed here, we will escort your vessel to Cathor and carry out any repairs you require in our dry docks. We believe we can enhance your engines greatly, perhaps reducing your flight time by upto one half? He added to moisten her appetite.
What is the catch? She demanded suspiciously. I've learnt there is always a catch when people offer so much for so little!
He grinned again at her. Still suspicious, Captain? He commented. Yes, there is a price. First, I'm none too sure that this place is as safe as it appears, so there is a personal risk to you. The second is the crystals.
They're yours, we where intending to return them anyhow, she protested.
You misunderstand me, Captain. We don't want them back! In fact the further they are from us the happier we will be, he declared. If they are in this sector or quadrant, there is always a chance they could be stolen and used against us! If you and this Colonel' are everything I believe you are, then they will be safer with you than in our darkest vaults.
Captain Janeway considered the proposal carefully before drawling. Start sharing!
Together they sat in close consultation for most of the night.
In a room near the conference hall, three figures stood watching a monitor carefully.
What race is the woman with Chancellor Guthorn, Damassis? One asked sharply.
I believe she is a Terran, My Lord! A nervous voice announced.
It is not a local race, what is she doing here? Emperor Tsharack demanded.
She came with Princess Madila of Valoria. She has been announced as an official aide! Damassis explained hurriedly, watching the Emperors talons click with annoyance. We couldn't refuse.
If she finds out too much, you will make sure she disappears! And Guthorn as well. If you do it well the others may well take the offer we put forward.
But the Cathors will destroy us! Damassis pleaded in a rare fit of loyalty for his people. For forty years he had, as the notional Preident of Sharawonga, dealt with the Emperor of Dilhangra, timidly accepting the Protection' that was offered in exchange for technologies and other whims that the Lord Tsharack had demanded.
That would be unfortunate, Tsharack conceded coldly. But not an unacceptable price for bunglers. Perhaps you should make sure that the Terran was responsible?
The Dilhangra were an old and long lived race, with a gestation period measured in centuries and natural lives in eons they were comparatively few in number, occupying eight heavily shielded planets with a total population of less than forty million beings. The few races that knew of their existence believed them to be one of the oldest races in the galaxy and avoided them. Their long existence had not led to patience, but instead to boredom and a deep hatred of others. Seemingly deciding that lesser species were supplied for entertainment and food, they exterminated anything they did not like, which was effectively any creature that managed to stagger into space. Despite this they had no designs upon conquest, thus Lord Emperor Tsharack had tried a new tactic with Sharawonga a thousand years ago. They had simply threatened to destroy the civilisation out of hand, unless suitable bounty had been paid. That bounty had been in living beings for his entertainment and subsequent consumption. In return he had protected the planet, destroying whole fleets of invading space craft, this in its turn had given Sharawonga an enviable reputation for peace, unassailable strength and the riches that came with it. The downside for its inhabitants and unwitting visitors was that to maintain the constant trickle of lives that the Dilhangra demanded, the laws that they applied to their daily lives were strict and had only one penalty. It was a secret that Sharawongans hid in fear of their lives, literally. The success of this new tactic had led Tsharack to arrange this peace conference, in an attempt to extend the supply of sacrifices.
To describe him was as difficult as finding their home planets. Any species could identify a small part of their anatomy, given the chance to get close enough and live. From the talons on one set of his feet, as hard as diamonds, to the eight piercing blue eyes mounted on stalks above his armoured scalp, the spectacle was a nightmare of the worst proportions imaginable. Perhaps nature had used them as an experimental platform for evolution, testing every form of limb and skeletal structure it could devise. Unfortunately nature had forgotten to remove most of them when it had finished, leaving a creature with ten different sets of mismatched limbs and an exoskeleton that could stop most weapons.
Aboard Voyager, Commander Chakotay bade his final Cathorian guests good night as they had left. The meeting with the Dean Haldor of the Cathor Battleship and proved to be a rich and rewarding visit, he reflected, making his way back to the Bridge to fill the ships logs and take the nightly report from his Captain. Their initial caution and hostility had been overcome by the two Knights aboard Voyager and it had been replaced by surprise, then genuine curiosity and respect when they had refused to rejoin and gave their reasons.
Since Voyager had been the centre of attention for the Cathors and had received more than thirty visiting parties from them. All eager to learn about Voyager, its past and the strange new tactics that the two Knights were willingly describing and demonstrating on a holodeck. Not that it was entirely one way. Parties from Voyager had been despatched and generously entertained aboard Cathor ships, and they had also returned impressed by what they had seen and learnt.
Not an unproductive day! Chakotay commented to Tuvok as they awaited the Captains call.
responded the impassive Vulcan. We have gained much valuable data in our exchanges. We have navigation charts to cover the next two years of our journey, and have been given schematics to increase power efficiency by 10%.
Janeway to Voyager! The Captains voice sounded over the communicator, interrupting further discussion.
Chakotay here, Captain! Chakotay responded quickly.
Everything is going well? She demanded.
Tom, B'Elanna, Seven and the Colonel all left on time. I gave them a type 2, Chakotay reported. All the day parties have returned on schedule and we have had guests in the shape of the Cathors. How is your expedition going.
I've been entertained all evening by Chancellor Guthorn of Cathor, the Captain admitted. He seems genuine and friendly, I suspect he could even be a match for the Colonel in more ways than one! But he doesn't seem to know who is responsible for the talks. He does seem to know a lot of people who aren't though and wants help to find out who is! He's offered to overhaul the ship to get us home quicker.
They do seem to be overly generous, Chakotay agreed. Do we trust them?
I don't know. I'd like too, but we've been duped too often, I think they are a better bet than most of the others. Keep an eye on them, she decided.
Why did the Knights want to stay with us? She asked changing the subject.
They seem to believe the Colonel's training is superior to their knowledge and appear to be enjoying the experience, Tuvok announced. It also appeared to impress our visitors.
I think if I knew what I was to face from him I'd have run a mile, she commented thoughtfully. I'll report tomorrow morning.
The honeymooners disembarked the shuttle leant to them by Chakotay as personal transport whilst on shore leave. Tom and B'Elanna left quickly and happily, arm in arm to meet the security checkpoint before waiting for the Colonel and Seven to appear and share their transport to the hotel. Seven of Nine was also waiting, just outside the door of the shuttle as Colonel Samuels stared out wildly. He had never felt so naked or unprotected, being without his personal weaponry had seemed bad enough, but the Captain before she left, with the able assistance of Chakotay and Seven of Nine had demanded that he wore civilian clothing. It was something he rarely wore, partly because he had never been able to afford to buy it, but largely because he had never felt Off Duty', especially in a foreign land. In the end he had relented and Seven of Nine had spent an hour with him replicating clothing to his exact requirements.
When he had seen it Chakotay had made a snort of amusement as the Colonel had paraded for his comments. He was now wearing a plain grey shirt, over a deep green cravat. Over the two went a Harris Tweed jacket and trousers, he was also carrying a simple Pork Pie' hat. It made him as distinctively old fashioned as his uniform did.
I think the Captain had 'blending in' in mind! Chakotay had laughed. I don't think that will count!
I can go and put my uniform on again? The Colonel had offered hopefully.
He wished to use the same garments as his Undress' uniform without the insignia, Seven had apologised quickly. That was also inappropriate. This was the best I could do that proved acceptable.
I suppose it doesn't quite shout soldier, just odd! Chakotay accepted in the end.
Thus it was the Civilianised' Colonel that stepped off the shuttle, still scanning the surroundings nervously and cramming his hat down hard on his head.
What are those things? He demanded quietly, as he linked arms with Seven and nodding to three balls hovering above them at an altitude of about twenty feet.
Surveillance drones, Seven whispered back fiercely. You should have read the information supplied by the Captain as instructed!
I did! He protested. Or at least the first couple of thousand rules. But I didn't expect the monitoring to be as bad as this! He commented. I'm getting a distinct impression of what is permissible now. Well if they think they are going to spy on me all week, then they can think again!
To damage a drone is against their protocols, she pointed out.
The unhappy Colonel snorted and marched for the checkpoint. He spent another five unhappy minutes as he and his belongings underwent an intensive search.
What is this, Senor? The guard asked mildly, holding up the Colonels flute.
It is a flute, a musical instrument, you blow in it and make a noise, he snapped irritably. Grabbing the instrument from the guard, he put it to his mouth and played a short tune to demonstrate.
Is permissible, Senor! The guard conceded guardedly after checking his screen. We do not allow weapons only on Sharawonga.
Thank You! He hissed, slipping the instrument back in its usual place in his jacket he turned to watch Seven of Nines progress.
Their examination of her was as close as it had been of him and he tensed ready to swing into protective action, but was prevented by Tom and B'Elanna placing firm hands on his arms.
She'll be alright! B'Elanna whispered gently.
Your implants, they are essential, Senoritta? The same guard demanded.
I would cease to function without them, Seven of Nine admitted honestly but cooly.
Is permissible, the guard agreed and allowed her through.
Together again they boarded the open transport provided and were whisked off to their destination.
I think you had better give him his uniform back, Seven! B'Elanna whispered. I've never seen him in that mood before, it's terrible!
He is uncomfortable, Seven pointed out. It will improve. I will talk to him!
I hope so. We're here to enjoy ourselves. At this rate he'll be in prison before tonight! Exclaimed B'Elanna hurriedly.
You will relax! Seven of Nine demanded of her new spouse as they were shown to their suite. You will be happy! Comply!
If that thing starts to peep through the curtains tonight, I will find out how many parts it becomes, he threatened pointing at another surveillance drone hovering outside the window of their thirtieth floor apartment. That will make me very happy!
You wish to spend the rest of your shore leave in prison? She asked with a raised eyebrow. You will not be able to continue your examination.
He smiled weakly. I'm sorry, I'm not particularly good company am I?
It's just that. Oh you know! He sighed wistfully.
The number of times I haven't worn a uniform of some sort, you wouldn't need a full hand of fingers to count. I'm lost! He admitted. I don't think I've ever had to try to be a civilian before. What do I do?
She stared at him in surprise, the idea that he did not know how to be informal had never occurred to her before.
Perhaps you should be like you are normally, but use individuals Christian names? She suggested.
I'm not sure if I ever had one of those, he commented sadly.
Your I.D. Tags designate you as Alan Samuels, she responded neutrally.
Had to put something on them, he pointed out. Alan was one of General Fletchers father's names, Rufus Sebastian Alan. I didn't go a great bundle on the others.
And Samuels? She demanded in shock.
That at least is right, he admitted. I think.
She demanded.
He sighed deeply, this was going to be uncomfortable. I don't know all the facts, he started. But what I was told was, when, what I assume were, my parents died they were moving between postings. All of their papers were in the car with them and were pretty well destroyed. The only thing they found were my fathers dog tags. His name was Flight Lieutenant Frederick Samuels, but they never found out my real Christian name. They couldn't ask his crew because they were shot down a week later and they couldn't get the original birth certificate because the Registry was destroyed, after that I think they forgot.
You had other designations, in the orphanage? She asked desperately.
I did, He admitted. Oy You!' and Hey Kid!' stick in the mind, neither is exactly homely, the former usually resulted in a beating the latter in me giving a beating.
I'm sorry, he apologised again. But all this surveillance brings on some unhappy memories. I had hoped never to have to tell you that my history is shorter and flakier than my life. If you wish I will admit the deception to the Captain so that she may annul our marriage?
She stared at him incredulously. She knew that his early life had been desperate, it had been one of the things that had drawn her to him in the first place, believing he would understand her own loneliness. He had, intimately. Now it looked as if her loneliness was not even a drop of that he must have felt for long periods of his life, without even a proper name or designation.
In deep compassion she stepped forward and took him in her arms, wishing to comfort and protect him again, she realised. Others know of this? She whispered, kissing him by the ear.
Only you, He assured her, surrendering to her gentle attention.
Then you made it up. Comply! She demanded fiercely. You are my Collective.
I will comply! He mimicked her impassive voice.
He exclaimed as his mimicry was rewarded by a sharp bite to the neck.
He responded in kind, wrapping his arms around her firmly and whispering intently I love you!
We should go for dinner, she claimed softly, feeling herself start to melt to his touch again.
You're all I need, he whispered huskily, gently guiding her back towards the bed.
Your discussions with Chancellor Guthorn revealed information? Martha asked the following morning as she joined Captain Janeway at breakfast the following morning.
A lot of negatives, Janeway admitted calmly.
They are against the treaty?
No, I don't think they are. Curious as to who actually called it, she announced. The Chancellor gave me a brief rundown on all the seventy races here. There are three that make a living as mercenaries, thirty that have been or would be at war if they thought they could get the upper hand. More than a dozen that aren't strong enough to defend themselves, at least they have an obvious reason for being here, if not the clout to arrange it. Then there are races like the Felongrans and the Cathors and possibly yourselves, that are probably too powerful to need such an alliance, already have a raft of mutual co-operation treaties and would have to put more in than they could possibly get out of it! The only thing that seems sensible was to hold it here!
Perhaps everybody is tired of war? Suggested Princess Madila as she joined them.
The Captain looked up in surprise, the Princess had foregone her traditional tight fitting body suit for, in her estimation, a far more sober ankle length but strapless gown.
The Princess caught her surprised stare. There are races here, that do not take kindly to female forms, others take too kindly, she advised with a wink. I do not wish to fail on my first real diplomatic mission by being undiplomatic.
I think it might be very diplomatic, the Captain conspired. I'd advise against getting close to anybody that is that interested that quickly.
I'll listen to the opening speeches, then start doing the rounds of the aides and some of the support staff, she announced. The lower they are the easier they tend to be to talk to. She added getting up.
She hoped that somewhere in the speeches, somebody would let slip who had invited them to the conference, or possibly welcome the delegates to their conference. It was a hope that she found was dashed after nearly four hours of speeches of races expressing their delight at being present and their desires for the meeting to go well.
Disillusioned and realising that if anything was to decided it wasn't going to be on the Conference floor, she rose and left the room. Her actions were noted by several sets of eyes and a dark gangling figure rose to follow her, strutting after her awkwardly on what looked like legs not designed for the activity. This act in turn was also noted and a third short green cloaked figure followed in his turn.
Neither act was noticed by the Captain as she made her way from the Conference Room towards the cafeteria that had been designated for the refreshment of the delegates aides. She helped herself to a drink from the counter, tasting it carefully before taking it to a vacant table near the wall so that she could watch the aides working. It was not unlike coffee she reasoned, dark and bitter, but with a slightly metallic aftertaste, it would have to do, she told herself, most of the rest smelt offensive.
She had not sat for long before a short, and above all hairy figure approached her. You are Valorian? He barked at her without preamble.
No, I'm not, simply an advisor, she responded mildly, keeping her voice polite and trying to work out from where the voice was coming from, or it's eyes for that matter, lost as they were amongst it's hair. You are?
You will accept the treaty? It asked ignoring her question.
It's not for me to accept, she pointed out, not certain whether it had been a demand or a question. I haven't even seen anything that would masquerade as a proposal yet. Will you?
The people want protection! It announced and disappeared again.
Finishing the drink, she returned to the counter. Who are the short hairy ones? she asked the nervous waitress standing behind it.
I do not know Senorita, she responded respectfully. Captain Janeway sighed and turned back into the crowd. From one side of the room the dark figure continued to watch her progress, whilst noting that he was also being watched by the Cathor.
You were experimenting with Intimate Relations', Seven, B'Elanna Paris accused teasingly the following morning as Seven of Nine joined her at the breakfast table.
We were carrying out a scientific examination, Seven of Nine responded neutrally.
B'Elanna laughed at her bland reassurance. I hope you leave something for later, she giggled. I assume he is in a better mood this morning?
He has relaxed, Seven assured her as Colonel Samuels joined them.
Good morning, Mrs Paris! He boomed cheerfully, proving Sevens assertion. Those bloody cameras seem to have buggered off!
I don't think they needed them! B'Elanna giggled. The whole complex heard you!
Somebody had to drown you and Tom Paris out, he accepted the teasing happily.
So what are you going to do? She asked doggedly, feeling her face redden and changing the subject.
I thought Seven and I could disappear for a while, perhaps into the hills. They seem to lend out something like a motorcycle. If that is acceptable to my lady wife? He suggested looking at Seven hopefully.
Seven agreed. You will then be able to conduct their own research in peace, she added, heightening B'Elanna's blush.
A Security Officer approached the group at the table.
Scusies, Senor? He stated nervously. Even as a civilian Colonel Samuels looked as if he could quite happily rip an unarmed man apart.
The Colonel looked around at him. Carry on old chap! He encouraged happily.
I must ask you to wear this, Senor? He quavered looking into the tall humans steel grey eyes and handing him a small red disc, attached to a velcro band.
What is it? He demanded curiously as he turned it over.
Is a security marker, the Officer explained. You attacked and damaged a surveillance drone last night, it shows you as a risk!
I didn't attack it! The Colonel protested. I simply covered it up when it came into my room, if it was damaged it was after I pushed it back out the window!
It was an attack, Senor. I must insist it is not done again! The guard disputed. A second incident would be most unfortunate!
The Colonel considered the disc and the Security Officer carefully for a moment. I apologise! He announced contritely. I will not cover one up again. May I keep it in my pocket?
It should be placed on the arm, the guard announced, backing away.
Seven, could you do what the gentleman wishes please? He asked.
Perhaps I should have read the other sixty pages of rules, he moaned as she twisted to comply. But this place is starting to look like Switzerland. Gorgeous scenery, chocolate box houses, but the worst crime you can commit is blow your nose, just don't throw the tissue away. In the mean time across the hall they plot murder and intrigues to bring down whole governments!
They left an hour later, with Seven gripping the Colonel firmly around the waist as they raced off into the distance.
He is going to finish his honeymoon in prison, Tom Paris prophesied as they disappeared at breakneck speed.
Only if Seven can't control him, B'Elanna admitted. But we've got things to do, she added taking her husband by the arm and leading him away.
Captain Janeway spent her afternoon examining a draft proposal that had been issued to the delegates at her conference. She didn't like the basis of it and voiced her opinions to Martha who was sitting with her.
You would have to reduce your home fleet to a home defence force, no exploration or research ships or major ship production facilities. Your whole defence will rely upon a single battle fleet of unknown make up, that could be a sector away when you need it most, she described bitterly. You would be almost defenceless. Even exploration is to be carried out by somebody else!
It is a draft, Martha pointed out mildly. How does your Federation operate, perhaps we could use that as a counter proposal?
The Alpha Quadrant is generally a lot more peaceful than the Delta Quadrant, and it has taken hundreds of years to develop, she pointed out, then described the Federations make up and it's loose alliances with other powers.
Together they formed a more acceptable counter proposal for the draft that had been offered.
It did not receive an unwelcome proposal the following day when put forward by Princess Madila. The Captain found herself drawn forward to explain the system of each member of the alliance providing vessels and crews to suit their planets capacity that joined and intermingled to form unified fleets for exploration and defence.
The only place the proposal did not go down well was in the control room, the grim despair was building as the conference seemed to warm to the idea.
The female must be withdrawn with discredit! Lord Tsharck seethed in annoyance. Damassis deal with it, she can join the next shipment.
Damassis bowed his acceptance of the Dilhangra's command and bobbed out the room quickly.
Your proposal seems remarkably equitable, Captain! Chancellor Guthorn remarked at dinner that night. Is it based on one you have experienced?
The Federation of Planets is similar, she confessed. But Martha and I modified it somewhat to cover the different circumstances here.
Well it is one that we could accept with very few modifications, the Chancellor complimented.
But it has made you the object of observation by another quarter, he added in a whisper. There is a Mankron that is keeping an eye on you. I don't know why or if it will prove dangerous and I have detailed one of my guards to watch him, but you should be aware of the possibility.
What are Mankron? She whispered back.
he spat. They are not easy to spot, they can camouflage themselves to blend with their background if they need to, but are dangerous at all times. They are fast when they strike and well armoured.
He pressed a small circular disc into her hand. For defence, but it might not be sufficient, he whispered.
Seven of Nine and Colonel Samuels stopped at another resort complex for the night. He had wanted to spend the night under the stars and perhaps relive a few experiences with his beautiful consort, until Seven had pointed out that it could score him another point on his crime sheet. That and the fact that the natives, whilst not unfriendly, were not especially welcoming. Even the children they had stopped to talk to seemed nervous at talking to the tall stranger with a red disc on his arm, had left him with little option but to follow her recommendation.
This resort was possibly better than the one that Tom and B'Elanna had chosen for them, he decided. It lay in the foot hills of a large mountain range, a river passing through the lightly wooded complex, ending in a short series of rapids and a spectacular 30 foot waterfall. A large open veranda opened across the falls allowing spectacular views of the falls and the rapids that approached it.
The only downside of the arrangement was that this resort appeared to be populated by Felongran. They for their part ignored the two humans as they settled to dinner.
It was not until the following day that they were approached by two black furred Felongran, as they sat relaxing upon the veranda.
I am Camathronan, this is my mate Desiree. You are from the vessel known as Voyager? The tall male announced calmly.
The Colonel stood to meet them and bowed. We are, he admitted gravely. May I introduce my wife Seven of Nine. I am Alan Samuels. Will you join us for a little while? I promise I'm not here to do any damage to anybody!
The two Felongran seemed to purr at the suggestion and sat themselves at the vacant chairs.
You are aware that the Emperor has decreed that your ship and crew is to be attacked on sight? Camathronan commented mildly.
We had guessed, the Colonel admitted. But, unless I miss my guess, you are from Sharla and aren't quite so pompous or hot headed? He suggested shrewdly. At least the one I've met face to face wasn't.
That was my brother Feroska, the Felongran admitted. He is safe?
And on his way to Valoria, the Colonel smiled. He will be given the opportunity to return if he wishes, after he has finished the task I set for him.
He was never a good fighter, Camathronan claimed. But a superb engineer.
And you? The Colonel probed.
I follow the Emperors commands, he responded faithfully. But perhaps not as mindlessly as some others.
I am glad of that, the Colonel agreed. We aren't after a war, we just want to go home. But sometimes we get drawn into things because we have our own rules that we try to follow. The racial extermination that was being conducted on the Elgron broke the rules. Did the other vessel escape?
No it didn't, the Felongran admitted after a moments hesitation. But there was no mass extermination, he added hurriedly at the irritation that flashed across the Colonels face. It was my squadron that captured it. The occupants now serve the Emperor.
That is nearly as bad, the Colonel pointed out. Personally I would never accept slavery, still others think differently.
Are those your children? he asked suddenly, pointing at two young black furred Felongrans playing on a tree that half lay over the stream that ran over the falls.
Our cubs, Desiree corrected him quickly. Yes, we are on a recreational break.
I'm sorry, Ma'am. I should have used the correct terminology, he apologised. But they appear to be playful things. Are they safe on that log? If they fall in the river I doubt they will get out again.
They are generally sure footed, but you may be right, they are getting a little boisterous, Desiree admitted. Perhaps I had better retrieve them, perhaps you would like to meet them? Gracefully she stood and walked towards her offspring.
What would you like us to tell you about us, so that we don't appear to be so threatening? The Colonel asked Camathronan gently. We could start by pointing out that we are a long way from home and we aren't crewed by warriors all armed to the teeth, intent on the destruction of the Felongran empire, he volunteered.
The Felongran purred at the easy information, but was prevented from speaking by a scream.
Your cubs have fallen in! Seven of Nine shouted springing up from her chair. She had watched the Felongran female walk towards her cubs and had witnessed the fateful event as it had occurred.
The Colonel leapt to his feet at her cry, seeking the bodies in the river. Quickly spotting them as they struggled whilst being drawn towards them by the river, he turned to Seven. I've got to do this! He apologised.
Not waiting for her response he leapt over the rail of the Veranda and charged along the river bank, rapidly followed by Seven of Nine and Camathronan. Finding a spot where rocks came close to the bank he turned and started leaping from rock to rock, trying to get to the centre of the river before the two cubs over took him.
What is he doing? Screamed Desiree in alarm.
He will attempt to rescue your cubs, Seven of Nine responded calmly looking around for anything to help the Colonel from his predicament. It is his nature. Perhaps you should take that to your Emperor.
Together they watched helplessly from the bank as he finally slipped into the water and jammed himself between two rocks ready to catch the cubs as they reached him. The first he quickly scooped up onto the rock he was holding. Sit still! He demanded of the quivering form, before lunging for the second as it rushed past at arms length. Thankfully he grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and slammed it onto another rock, then waited gasping for breath as water flowed all around him.
Assist me! Seven demanded, taking in the scene before her and spotting a long and heavy branch laying on the ground. We will use the branch to help them pull themselves to the bank. Alan Samuels will not be able to regain the bank without assistance.
Assist me! Quickly! She demanded again of the bystanders who were gathering and watching the scene dumbfounded and unmoving.
The two Felongrans shook themselves into action and with the assistance of another Felongran, they manhandled the branch over the rocks until it reached past the struggling human. It didn't seem to matter at the time that the twenty or so Sharawongan natives did not move to their aide as well.
Feeling the branch touch him on the back the Colonel grabbed it wildly and pulled trying to pull himself upright again, then found he could no longer reach the second cub who lay quivering and exhausted where he had thrown it.
Quickly he examined the first, it was alive, but barely conscious, certainly not up to caring for itself let alone its sibling he decided. "I'll come back for you!" He yelled at the second.
Grabbing the all but unconscious cub and draping it around his neck, he started to make his slow and painful way back to shore again, using the branch to pull himself back as those on the bank struggled to hold it. For everybody it appeared to take a long time as he pulled himself back, one despairing arm reach after the other, until Felongran arms grabbed the cub from his neck, then himself and pulled both clear of the water.
He sat for a moment gasping for breath, daring himself to re-enter the torrent and return to pick up the second cub.
Seven knelt beside him, her arm wrapping around him protectively. "You are exhausted, you should rest," she demanded.
"There is still one out there, she won't be alive for long unless somebody goes back for her and I don't see many volunteers!" He gasped his protest. "Besides I promised and you wouldn't want me to break a promise!"
Sadly she accepted his insistence as he pushed himself of the bank and gripped the branch. "Secure the branch!" She demanded of the growing group around the rescued cub.
Colonel Samuels worked his away back along the branch through the fast flowing river towards the cub he had plucked from the river. He slipped, disappearing under the water to the gasps of heart stopping dismay from the watchers on the bank. He reappeared again, ten yards down stream, gripping another rock in the rapids.
Desperately Seven of Nine had the branch moved down stream for him to continue his mission. Then watched in terrified fascination as he continued his slow path.
Reaching the end of the support he was being provided with by the branch he found himself still five feet short of the rock that the cub sat mewing plaintively from and unable to make progress against the current. Backtracking a little he plunged towards an alternative rock, gripping it firmly before scrambling precariously on to the top. He balanced himself unsteadily on top as the water swirled around and over the rock, safe but a good ten feet short of where he needed to be.
"Are you still with me?" He called cheerfully to the terrified infant. "I said I'd come back for you, now give me a little wave, just to make it all worth it," he encouraged.
Warily the cub raised a paw towards him.
"I'm coming for you, just wait a moment and hold tight, there will be a bit of a splash," he continued in a cheerful vein, bracing himself. He sprang, leaping past the rock he was aiming for, then let the current drag him back until he hit his target, harder than he had intended but still safely with the infant.
He allowed himself a brief pause to regain his breath before trying to speak. "You need to grip me around the neck!" He shouted at the cub. "If you could avoid actually putting your claws in my neck, I would be grateful, in my jacket yes, but not the neck?"
Reluctantly it complied to his continued encouragement, gripping him tightly, before sliding into the water behind him and wrapping her legs around him, her claws digging into the material of his jacket.
"Comfortable?" He gasped as her grip tightened, then let go of the rock to be carried back towards the precious limb, trusting Seven of Nine was still controlling her party on the bank.
He gripped it gratefully as it seemed to rocket past him and pulled hard, it gave as he pulled. The impact of him hitting the branch and pulling so hard ripped the branch out of the hands of the party on the bank, they had relaxed as they had watched his struggle in the centre of the river. Seven of Nine dived after the retreating branch and gripped it firmly as three furry bodies piled after her. The branch secure again, the Colonel began to inch his way back. The cubs claws were starting to dig into his flesh harder as it struggled to stay on his back as the water swirled around and over them, it made every movement burning agony as they bit into the sinews of his neck.
It was an exhausted Colonel that arrived at the bank, the cub realising she could reach the bank scrambled up his back, then sprang for the bank and her mother, her rear claws catching him in the face as she did so. Involuntarily he grabbed at his face as the claws caught it, releasing his firm grip on the branch and he was borne away by the river.
There was a gasp of horror from the bank as he floated out of control down the river, too tired to do more than grasp despairingly at another rock as he was bounced off it. They saw him make one more despairing grab for another rock, he held it for long enough for his body to twist around it, then he disappeared over the fall.
In sheer terror, Seven of Nine raced after him, the cool and calm of her exterior ripping into shreds as the focus of her feelings disappeared over the edge. Over the rail of the veranda she went, descending the stairs to the lower levels to examine the pool into which the Colonel must have landed in after he went over the edge. He was not there, she scanned the now mild river below the pool, expecting to see some signs of something floating. Still nothing.
"Where is he?" Camathronan demanded, joining her.
"I do not know!" Seven of Nine admitted, grabbing for the tricorder she was carrying on her belt. Activating it she found no trace of the Colonel's life signs, she shook it and reset it, not believing the results. It gave the same answers as before, the Colonel was not in the area.
Giving up on the machine she tried her communicator. Seven of Nine to Voyager. Respond! Her voice nearing panic.
Tuvoks calm voice answered her, it helped recover some of her composure.
The Colonel has disappeared! I require detailed surface scans, he may be dead! She demanded in near panic.
What has occurred? Tuvok queried calmly.
He saved two infant Felongrans from drowning then fell over a waterfall, Seven of Nines response was tart at Tuvoks delay. We have checked downstream but there are no results recorded on the tricorder, it may be defective.
Very well, I shall initiate an expanding search on your current position, wait, he advised.
Seven of Nine settled nervously into a chair at Tuvoks reassuring responses.
I am sorry! My people will scour the area as well, Camathronan tried to console her. But he may not have survived the fall!
She looked up at him dejectedly, fighting her emotions she whispered, When he joined Voyager he had defeated a Borg vessel in single handed combat. He has survived in conditions that are considered hostile to most life forms. I do not consider it possible that a 10 metre waterfall could kill him.
But why would he risk his life to rescue an enemy? Camathronan asked desperately. We would not do the same!
You are not an enemy, Seven disputed. You have not offered hostility. Even if you had, he would still have gone to the aid of your cubs! The announcement broke the control she had struggled to maintain and she collapsed in tears.
Dumbfounded Camathronan struggled for some form of words to comfort the distraught woman, but could only place a reassuring paw on her shoulder.
The condition changed as Desiree reappeared in animated agitation herself. The cubs! She wailed. They have been taken!
Who by? Camathronan hissed.
The drones! The Sharawongan's claim they have broken the laws!
He demanded.
They say they bathed in an unlicensed place! Desiree mewed distractedly.
Seven of Nine sat up sharply, sniffing back her tears hard. Seven of Nine to Voyager! She hissed hurriedly.
Chakotay. We haven't found him yet!
A teleport has been activated in the last few minutes, Seven of Nine cut him short. You should scan for source, it is believed that the two infants that Colonel Samuels rescued were abducted. It is possible that the same occurred to him, she rushed hopefully.
Desperate for advice Chakotay contacted the Captain. His call found her at lunch with Chancellor Guthorn and Princess Madila.
What ever the official results the conference might yield it was looking as though this would be one alliance that would come to fruition, she had decided happily as the two diplomats effectively charmed each other.
What's up? she queried mildly, a smile on her face.
We believe Colonel Samuels has been kidnapped! Chakotay's response removed the smile in one sentence.
She demanded quickly.
It seems that two Felongran cubs fell into a river, the Colonel went to their aid. We think he was beamed out by a surveillance drone, he explained. The two cubs were certainly taken by drones. Something to do with restricted waters.
The Sharwongans are very strict with their laws, Chancellor Guthorn mused to the Captain privately. But this appears to be genuine act of rescue, the drones should not have intervened. I think you ought to see Damassis, I will come with you.
She nodded uncertainly before responding to her second in command. Scan the planet for his life signs, she demanded, then more carefully. How is Seven taking it?
I don't know, you know how Seven hides her feelings and she is working hard at it, Chakotay informed her. She seems to be flitting from desperation to anger, but she seems certain he's alive. I've ordered Tom and B'Elanna to fetch her back to Voyager and have recalled the shore leave and visiting parties.
she agreed. I'll talk to the president and see if we can find him from here, keep an open channel.
She stood and turned for the door to find that Chancellor Guthorn and Priness Madila beside her before she had completed five steps. You don't have to come, she pointed out quietly. It could damage your chances of an alliance.
It seems to be what the alliance you were proposing was all about, the Princess sang. Supporting friends. We are friends.
Thank you, she stammered in reply.
As they left the room two more green cloaked Cathors joined them in close guard.
Do we need them? she whispered to Guthorn. I don't intend to start a war, just find what has happened to my crewman.
They are my guard, he explained. They will not get in the way. Damassis's office will be that way, he pointed to the left and lead the party down a footpath to a small building.
Entering the building Guthorn pointed to a door, which they approached quietly. There seemed to be some form of discussion seemed to be occurring inside, but there was nobody outside to stop them eavesdropping.
The plans are set, Damassis? a throaty voice rumbled.
Yes, My Lord, came a higher whining voice. An altercation will be reported between the Terran woman and Guthorn, to explain their disappearance. It will implicate the Valorians as well. There will almost certainly be a war between the two and the others will look at anybody who claims they can protect them. Your agents have created an alliance with the Felongrans?
The party outside looked at each other in stunned amazement as the enormity of the plot struck them, then as one started for the door.
Janeway to Voyager. Emergency Transport five to beam out! Captain Janeway hissed at her communicator, as they left the building. We are in a trap!
We are out of range, Chakotay responded immediately.
My shuttle, quickly! Snapped Guthorn turning sharply.
Before they had moved a dozen steps two shadowy creatures sprang out from the bushes upon the Cathorn guards, felling them with a single swoop then turned for the rest of the party. Guthorn had his power sword in his hand and activated ready as the first one sprang at him. Impaling it in a single smooth movement. Captain Janeway pulled the small weapon Guthorn had given her out of a pocket, and pressed it as Guthorn had described, hoping it was the right way round and aimed at the second assassin. She missed, but it gave her the opportunity to bundle the Princess to the floor beside the two fallen guards as it dodged the weapons beam. She rolled to a sitting position and aimed again, but failed to get a shot in as two more figures sprang from the bushes on top of both her and the Princess. The last she saw was Guthorn being poleaxed by the figure she had fired at.
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