Aboard Voyager all was now in tumult as they struggled to get to grips with the situation. They had significantly failed to find the Colonel's life signs, they had lost all contact with the Captain and the remaining away team.
Contact the Valorians and the Cathors, see if they have contact with them! Chakotay demanded. Take us into a higher orbit and scan any ship that tries to leave. Prepare a security team we may need direct action.
Dean Haldor advises that they have lost contact with Chancellor Guthorn and his guards, Tuvok advised shortly. They are withdrawing the rest of their party for safety. They are demanding to know what has occurred. The Sharawonga are claiming that the Captain attacked him with the aid of the Princess Madila.
Tell them what we know, Chakotay responded. And the Valorians! Tell them I'm prepared to discuss the matter and that we need their help.
B'Elanna and Tom Paris arrived at the resort to pick up Seven of Nine some two hours after they got the call to collect her. They were surprised by the lack of staff in the building and the siege mentality that seemed to surround the complex. The Felongrans seemed to be watching the surrounds and a large number of surveillance drones with a keen interest. Tom Paris was quickly pressed into service as another lookout, but B'Elanna was led to Seven of Nine by a Felongran youngster. She was calmly examining a surveillance drone in the complex kitchen.
I'm sorry about Alan! B'Elanna volunteered as they entered the room.
Lieutenant Paris, your sympathy is irrelevant. I wish your assistance! She demanded coldly, ignoring her consolation.
But you've just lost your husband! B'Elanna exclaimed in shock. He could be dead!
He is not dead, Seven of Nine snapped petulantly. He was abducted. I will find him and you will assist me!
What have you got? B'Elanna demanded cautiously moving forward.
It is the surveillance drone that abducted the Felongran infants. I intend to find where they were transported, she explained impatiently. I had the Felongrans capture it for examination. Assist me.
We should take it to the ship, B'Elanna pointed out bending to examine the device.
It seems unlikely that the drones outside will permit us to leave, two Felongrans have been attacked since the abduction, Seven pointed out. We will need to be beamed out or disable the drones observing the complex. The Felongrans have disabled three so far. The Sharawongans have fled.
There is a dampening field built into the device, we won't be able to beam out either. I may be able to use that to allow us a site to site. Tom has a hand unit in his pocket, she announced after a couple of minutes. Is that the emitter for the transport? She pointed to a convex panel.
Correct. The technology is advanced, Seven admitted. I do not think it was developed on this planet. There was nothing like this in the centre of advanced technology Colonel Samuels and I visited.
She brought her tricorder closer to the panel B'Elanna had pointed out and the device it was attached to, making rapid adjustments as she did so. I have the co-ordinates of the receiver, she declared in victory, her voice rose in alarm as she translated them. They are aboard a vessel in orbit! We should leave immediately!
She turned to go then staggered as her tensions released.
Are you alright? B'Elanna asked gently, holding the Borg, knowing full well the way Seven of Nine could react if her emotions took hold of her.
My condition is acceptable for the time being, she responded stoutly, then added a shy Thank you.
We will get him back, B'Elanna assured her, still holding Seven and feeling her tense. But if you want to get emotional, now is the time to do it, whilst Tom is out of the room.
There will be an opportunity later, she breathed. We should find a means to deactivate the dampening field.
Seven of Nine to Voyager! She continued in a more ordered voice. There was no reply.
B'Elanna tried her communicator, with a similar result. So the drones block transmissions as well, she commented, turning once more to the drone on the bench.
I think we should try a random signal generator connected to the coil for the dampening field, B'Elanna suggested.
It would create an instability in the dampening field, Seven agreed. But if we amplified the signal through the transporter emitter, we may destabilise the drones as well, it will give the Felongran the opportunity to escape.
Sounds good, lets try it, B'Elanna agreed. We can use the tricorder to give the signals.
For fifteen minutes they worked on the drone, using any tools they could find, until the stood back their work completed.
I'll get Tom to round up the Felongrans, B'Elanna offered, patting Seven's arm as she steadied herself against the bench. Give me fifteen minutes.
Seven of Nine agreed quietly.
B'Elanna found Tom on the leisure complex roof with a number of Felongrans. We think we have a way out! She called. Gather everybody together we are leaving.
Fifteen minutes later they gathered in the complex forecourt with the modified drone. We don't know how long the jamming will last, or if it will work at all, B'Elanna warned the congregation. When we are out we don't stop until we get to our ships.
She nodded to Seven, who activated the jury rigged jammer. For a couple of minutes nothing seemed to happen, making them feel that the device wasn't going to work. Then the nearest drone seemed to spin and collapsed to the floor, rapidly followed by a second.
It's working, lets get going! Screamed B'Elanna, waving to the first driver.
The short trip to the landing site was eventful but safe. A number of drones approached the transport, but as they approached they lost control, but not before firing an energy beam towards them. Again their directional control seemed at kilt and the beams went wide, until they reached the shuttles.
The drones power cell has been exhausted, Seven announced simply as they stopped. We will have to run.
They did so, at full pelt as the drones came closer and started to use their weapons. Behind them they heard screams as the drones picked of several more Felongrans, but the Voyager crew themselves reached the shuttle safely and dived aboard.
Hold tight! Tom Paris called, scrambling into his seat. This is going to be bumpy!
Shields up, B'Elanna called as she took hers.
The Felongran shuttle does not have defensive systems, Seven pointed out from her sensors. We should assist them.
I'll try to escort them, Tom agreed. Target anything you can with the phasors but we won't get all of them.
It will be sufficient to gain their attention, Seven announced firing a short burst to destroy the first drone she could target.
The shuttle rocked as the drones started to target the shuttle in preference. Shields holding, B'Elanna called.
The shuttle rocked
again as Seven targeted another drone. For twenty minutes they traded
blows with them until a breathless
You will look for my cubs as well? He asked hesitantly.
If they are with the Colonel, they will be saved and returned, she responded neutrally.
Paris to Voyager! We're coming home! He announced cheerfully.
was the simple reply.
Fifteen minutes later the shuttle docked aboard Voyager and it's occupants were rushed to the Conference Room, to be met by Chakotay, Tuvok, Martha and Dean Haldor.
Tell us what happened at your end? Chakotay demanded as they settled into chairs around the table. There appears to be a lot going on, but we don't know if they are linked by more than circumstances.
Quickly Seven of Nine complied, relating the story as she had witnessed it. This was followed by Chakotay offering his description of what had happened to the Captain and the members of her party at the conference.
You believe your Colonel and the two Felongran cubs were transported to a ship in orbit? Dean Haldor demanded as the two stories concluded.
There was no error in my calculations, Seven of Nine retorted.
And you believe the drones are not produced on Sharawonga?
The drones used unfamiliar technology. They were not built by any race known to the Borg, she snapped back.
That implies there is another race that we do not know about and they use Sharawonga for their purposes, it seems unlikely. Are you sure that you have not made an error? He disputed.
Seven of Nine bridled at the implied criticism. No error has been made, she assured him. The case was manufactured from a complex and advanced tri-silicate compound, a compound that is unique. The Borg have discovered artefacts of a similar construction in other parts of the quadrant, but have failed to replicate the material or find a race that can do so.
We have a very complicated picture appearing, the Dean acquiesced. On Sharawonga they are claiming that your Captain Janeway abducted the Chancellor, with the help of Princess Madila. That is as unlikely as it now appears preposterous, supported only by the fact that all three have disappeared, but there are some that will believe the story. In the mean time I have a missing Chancellor, no disrespect meant, but that is my prime objective to find, your own people are of secondary importance. The question lies in what happens next. I will call for reinforcements, but we need to find the ship that they are using as a receiver.
Tuvok, can we use the sensor logs and match them with the coordinates Seven has and trace the mystery ship? Chakotay asked quickly.
Possibly, but our records do not encompass the planet and the vessel may have moved, Tuvok admitted.
It's a start, Chakotay pointed out. Keep scanning for any ship that breaks orbit.
The Colonel woke slowly to the persistent shaking he was getting. Stop it, Seven. It's too early, he protested wearily as it stopped for a moment and he slid back to unconsciousness again.
The shaking started again. Mr Human, help us? A plaintive cry reached his ears this time and he became aware of an acute pain in his left shoulder. He tried to move his arm but it wouldn't, bent as it was behind him.
He opened his eyes and found himself staring into a small worried looking black furred face, its eye's gleamed green in the dim light. Who are you? Where am I? He whispered groggily.
I'm Tidlara, the small face informed him seriously. We are in a cage! You saved us from the river.
Groggily he sat up and tried to remember what had happened. He remembered the cub scrabbling to the bank and loosing grip of the branch. But from there there was nothing.
I remember you crawling over my face getting on the bank, but what happened then? He asked in bemusement.
I scratched you and you were washed over the waterfall, the cub informed him bluntly. The other human ran after you. We were taken from our mother by Sharawongan machines.
Desperately he tried to make sense of what the cub was telling him, gather his senses together and tenderly examine his burning shoulder. Finally he commented, I think I've dislocated my arm. I don't suppose either you or your brother know how to put it back again?
She shook her head, confirming his worst suspicions.
In that case take the scarf from my neck. You'll have to make a sling, I'll tell you how. Then we can look and see if there is a sensible way out, he whispered as he jolted his arm and another bolt of pain hit him.
Quietly the two cubs bent to carry out his instructions, struggling with the knots as he described them before fitting it over his neck as gently as they could. As gentle as that was he still hissed in pain as he helped her move the arm into place. They sat with him as he allowed the pain to subside again to a dull ache. Quietly he started to sing, allowing his good arm to encircling them protectively and they relaxed leaning against them.
Three more recumbent figures materialised shortly afterwards. He pondered whether to investigate and how to disengage himself from the cubs without disturbing them, but relaxed a little as they seemed to stir. He recognised a groan from the general direction.
Good evening, Ma'am, he called quietly.
Captain Janeway sat up sharply at the familiar voice. Where are we and what are you doing here? She demanded quickly, struggling to see in the dim light.
I have no idea where we are, the Colonel answered honestly. For the second, I think I stepped on a crack in the pavement, it seems that is illegal on Sharawonga.
She smiled slightly at the response. At least you haven't lost your sense of humour, as misplaced as it is, she mused.
It's about all I have at the moment, Ma'am, He responded. I put my shoulder out.
Colonel Samuels, is that really you? Princess Madila trilled, sitting up beside the Captain.
Nobody else has claimed me, so I suppose it must be, Your Highness. Forgive me if I don't bow, but my small charges seem to be comfortable.
Chancellor Guthorn was the last to sit up and take notice of the surroundings. The Captain quickly introduced them as they crawled to where the Colonel was sat. The two big men regarded each other carefully, each weighing the other up. Eventually the Colonel Samuels put out his good arm. It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir. I wish it was in better circumstances.
Guthorn flashed a smile at him. You are the famous Colonel who believes that we Knights can't fight! He laughed, warming to the direct approach.
No, Sir. I'm the infamous bastard who claims that the Knights don't know how to fight, he corrected him with a grin of his own.
Just as bad, the Chancellor admitted. But at least I can fix your arm, that is more than you can do.
Thank you, Sir. Captain could you take the cubs and the Princess away for a few minutes, whilst the Surgeon General here does his thing? He requested mildly. The last time my shoulder was put back my French' made even the bandsmen blush.
I didn't know you knew any foreign languages, she teased holding out her hands for the cubs to take.
I can swear in a good few and if not people get the gist, he assured her. Bloody hell! he gasped as Guthorn pulled the sling from his arm and straightened it.
Did that hurt? Guthorn asked sympathetically. I could render you unconscious.
No, Sir. I'm just ticklish! The Colonel snapped between gritted teeth. Try and put me out and you won't see another sunrise, bad arm or not.
Chancellor Guthorn grinned, he had been impressed by Captain Janeway because of her honesty soon after talking to her, but this human was proving more impressive still. The arm, he knew, must be causing excruciating pain, but he was struggling to control it and remain civil. He pulled it upwards firmly, feeling the joint start to click into place, to the accompanying single expletive from his patient. Then twisted. There was an audible click as the limb reset itself.
Effing Hell! Hissed the Colonel. You effing bastard, you could have found a more painful way! I ought to knock your block off! He swore giving vent to the pain as he nursed the shoulder, tenderly working the arm.
Not as tough as you make out, Colonel? The Chancellor smiled at him. Perhaps I should train you to become a Knight and overcome pain?
Try me? The Colonel hissed, still in considerable discomfort.
You will have an opportunity to demonstrate with others, the Chancellor pointed out gently, holding out a helping hand for the Colonel to stand.
In a mild show of defiance he ignored it and staggered to his feet without assistance, then let the room spin around him until it decided which way was up.
In the absence of brandy and cigars, perhaps we should rejoin the ladies, he quipped unsteadily.
Chancellor Guthorn roared with laughter and slapped him hard on the back, sending the Colonel staggering towards the rest of the party.
Okay what do we do now? Captain Janeway demanded as the two warriors rejoined them. She was concerned at the way the Colonel was still nursing his arm, it boded ill for their future if they had to fight. Whilst Chancellor Guthorn would be a major force, she doubted that he would be able to take on everything they may find.
What are we actually facing? The Colonel asked. Apart from what I have been told has happened to me, I don't know anything. As there aren't many waterfalls here I assume I will have to face something else?
Quietly Captain Janeway explained the circumstances of her arrival and the creatures that had assaulted her party.
Bug like, long springy legs, ability to blend with their surroundings and jump prodigious distances. Sound a little like a Praying Mantis on Earth, he mused.
They looked at him hard.
I'm sorry, he apologised. I still find it easier to compare things against what I know and I used to watch them on Earth, sometimes at very close range. Apart from size and prey the only difference so far is they Mankrons don't suck your insides out!
They do that as well, Guthorn admitted apprehensively. But they don't use weapons as such, but this isn't a Mankron ship!
Thanks, Sir. That puts me at ease. Do we have any weapons I suspect they may object if I try to step on one? He asked. Somebody demanded I left my uniform behind so all I've got is my pocket knife. He glared meaningfully at the Captain, who blushed.
You weren't supposed to finish your honeymoon in prison, she rallied gallantly.
The first time in hundreds of years I put civvies on I end up in the clink, he muttered.
I lost the weapon Chancellor Guthorn gave me, she admitted.
It could not be helped, Guthorn consoled. I lost my sword, that is almost unforgivable.
Princess Madila nervously spoke up. I picked up a sword! She volunteered, shyly reaching into the bust of her dress and pulling out a Cathor power sword. The two men watched in fascination as she did so.
I picked it up when Kathryn pushed me to the ground, she explained, blushing furiously at the interest displayed. It seemed like a sensible place to put it.
I'm sorry, Your Highness! The Colonel apologised, recovering quickly. We couldn't help it. However if you would give it to the Chancellor, perhaps he will feel better dressed.
I suppose we ought to find something for me, he commented slipping out of his jacket and without a word started to pull the facing off before extracting a length of wire with a loop on either end.
What is it? Princess Madila asked in curiosity, trying to examine the wire.
It's a wire saw, Your Highness. It was the only thing I managed to get past Seven, he confessed. You can use it as a snare, garrotte or in this case a simple saw. I'm hoping I can saw a lump from the bars.
So we can escape? The Captain suggested hopefully.
If necessary, but it would take too long to cut out enough for us to get past, especially when there is a perfectly serviceable door. I just want something to hit people with, he admitted.
We also need to try and contact somebody from outside, he continued quickly. Getting past the door is easy, finding somewhere to go afterwards isn't. I've tried to sense Seven but the implant isn't powerful enough. Could we boost the signal somehow, Ma'am?
Captain Janeway thought for a moment. A may be able to boost it with the communicator, she said uncertainly. But Borg electronics aren't my strong point and I could destroy it. What can you tell Seven? Will you be able to receive anything?
I can tell her that I love her, but I don't honestly expect a reply, it isn't sensitive enough to pick up much, she will probably not notice it until she checks her alcove logs, the Colonel admitted. I'll have to leave the rest to her. If we need more power then I'm sure the Chancellor will allow us to tap it from his sword.
She nodded thoughtfully. I'll try, but if it stops working or I kill you, don't blame me.
He handed her his pocket knife as a means of reply and bowed his head to give her access to the neural implant in his neck. Carefully she set to work on it and her comms badge.
There was no vessel at the co-ordinates you specified, Tuvok complained to Seven after they had cross-linked her tricorder with Voyagers sensors.
The ship was cloaked, she snapped petulantly. I am not in error!
Such devices are not permitted in Sharawongan space, the Vulcan pointed out, unperturbed by the Borgs display of irritation. There are no physical signs of any vessels residual emissions.
The average gaseous residuals are 1.8% lower than the surroundings, she pointed out, still irritable. That suggests that there was a vessel occupying the space.
That is an illogical assumption! Tuvok protested. If there had been a vessel there and it has moved the results would have been higher.
She stiffened suddenly. My cranial implants are receiving data, she whispered breathlessly. It is weak but not Borg coding. I believe it may be Alan Samuels!
Scan sub-space for the signal! Chakotay roared at Tuvok and Kim who leapt from their seats like scolded cats and ran for the Bridge.
Is there anything you can translate? he continued to Seven more gently.
The signal is too weak, she complained. Normally he cannot transmit more than a few tens of metres. For the signal to exist at all suggests that he has made modifications. I may be able to decipher more from my alcove.
Chakotay nodded. Do it! He insisted. If he has boosted the signal he has had help and the only person who could offer that sort of help is the Captain.
Did it work? Captain Janeway demanded breathlessly, leaning over her makeshift signal booster.
I don't know! The Colonel croaked hoarsely. He had spent the previous fifteen minutes in deep concentration as the Captain had adjusted and boosted the signal at his insistence to the absolute limits of what was safe and beyond the design specifics of the small neural implant. She guessed that there had been nearly 100 watts of power running through the small implant, enough to send a sub-space signal halfway across the sector and more than enough to kill the person that it was attached to.
I can't put anymore through it, she claimed as she sat beside him. We'll cook it if I do, and probably electrocute you into the bargain! What now?
We try again in say thirty minutes, he responded flatly. If only I knew if she received the message.
In the mean time I think I will examine the lock, he commented, getting up and approaching the cell door.
His heart leapt as he investigated it. I don't suppose one of you ladies has such a thing as a metal hair pin amidst your hair do's? The door lock appears to be mechanical, so I can spring it with a picklock, he called. The only downside appears to be that it is alarmed.
He smiled at their dumbfounded expressions, Chancellor Guthorn had spent several frustrating minutes trying to melt his way through it with his power sword without success. I spent a lot of time with criminals, he admitted.
Seven of Nine studied her cranial logs carefully. She was certain that the co-ordinates that she had supplied were correct, despite Tuvoks assurances otherwise. She was also certain about the faint signal she had received. She caught her breath, there had been an unidentified signal amidst the fine clutter that her sub-space implant picked up. Quickly she tried to decode it. It was a simple code she realised, simple binary signals. Suddenly she realised what it was, a primitive earth transmission protocol, Morse. It was all the proof she needed, nobody would use a signalling code as simple as that. She decoded it anyhow, hoping for something positive to take to the Commander. The deciphered message made her smile weakly with it's simple and repeated message, I love you it read repeatedly.
She hit her communicator. Seven of Nine to Chakotay. I have identified the message I received. It is from the Colonel, she claimed proudly.
We have not been able to trace the source, Chakotay announced. Does he say anything?
She thought briefly, considering whether to offer the simple message, but decided against it. Nothing as to location, she responded mildly. However he will probably repeat the signal shortly and on a regular basis, we will be able to detect it then.
Seven of Nine was proved correct in her assumption, a second signal was detected less than five minutes after she had reported her findings.
Got it! Ensign Kim shouted in his excitement. Bearing 240.36.
I'm on it Commander, Tom Paris announced from his seat. But there is nothing on sensors.
Chakotay turned desperately to the Security Officer.
A polaron burst may highlight the vessel, he suggested. But it may cause damage to other vessels in the vicinity.
The signal is moving! Kim interjected.
Tom follow it, Chakotay commanded. Tuvok when you have a clear shot try a Polaron burst if that fails then an antimatter vent. Advise the Cathors and Valorians what we are doing. Bring the ship to Battle Stations.
Phasors are powered, torpedo tubes are loaded, Shields fully powered and locked to rotating frequency. A Sharawongan Customs Vessel is approaching. They are demanding that we power down and place ourselves under their control, Tuvok announced calmly.
Tell them we intend them no harm, but they should leave the area, Chakotay snapped. We will fire upon them if they try to stop us.
They are repeating their demands, Commander, Tuvok responded a moment later. Six vessels are moving to intercept. They appear to be Felongran.
Target their propulsion systems, but don't fire unless they do so.
The leader of the Felongran vessels wishes to speak to Seven of Nine, they have taken station between us and the Customs vessel, Tuvok announced in mild surprise, two minutes later.
Chakotay turned first to the Security Officer then to Seven in his surprise. He asked in confusion.
She nodded and
stepped forward, hands behind her back. I believe it may be
We shall comply, Seven agreed calmly as his face disappeared.
She turned to face the Commander, who was watching her in amusement. Camathronan is the parent of the two cubs the Colonel attempted to save, she explained. The Felongran warships have been ordered to attack on sight, he does not wish to. We should do as he requests.
He nodded. Tom prepare for warp, ten seconds at warp eight should do, he suggested. Engage after the next signal. Seven try and find a way to communicate with the Colonel!
Gently they proceeded as the Felongrans argued with Sharawongan customs. Behind them seven more ships formed upon them, two Cathor Battleships and their escorts and the Valorian Royal Yacht.
We seem to be building quite a fleet, Tom Paris commented from his station.
The size of the fleet that was seemingly following Voyager was causing concern to Lord Tscharack. The three races involved were not behaving as he had predicted or wished, there were even signs that many at the conference were not believing the story that Damassis had given that the Valorian Princess and the Earth woman had killed the Cathor Chancellor. Obviously the situation was not helped by the fact that the ships involved were even now forming into what looked like a classic battle formation with the Earth ship at it's prow, he realised. It puzzled him that the ships seemed to be following his own vessel, he could find no logical explanation for it. Dilhangra ships never showed themselves in normal space, but existed in a temporal field on their own, undetectable until too late. Even the Felongran attack formation was behaving erratically, not placing itself to intercept the departing Earth ship, but instead, it seemed to be covering their departure. It left him with serious concerns over the level of co-operation he would receive from the Felongrans as well. He flushed red in his growing anger. Perhaps he would have to take a more obvious role in the conference, if it wasn't to slip from what passed as his fingers.
he snapped. What is the comparative combat capabilities of the Cathor/Valorian fleet that the Earth vessel is leading?
The two battleships are amongst the most powerful in our known galaxy, My Lord, Damassis admitted. The Valorian yacht is rumoured to be the strongest. Voyager, so Customs reports, has the equivalent offensive capabilities of a destroyer and the defensive abilities of a cruiser. The battleships each carry sixty attack fighters and the Valorian probably another twelve. It is a major combat fleet.
I will address the delegates, Tsharack announced. It is clear that you are incapable of creating the correct conditions, you are no longer required.
But My Lord we are your obedient servants, Damassis pleaded in panic. You cannot leave us now, after so long. We will be destroyed.
Lord Tsharack regarded him coldly. Your race has served us for a mere pin prick in time, there will be others, he snapped and turned for the Conference room.
Damassis wrung his hands in despair as the dark figure of the Emperor left. He knew what was likely to happen to his planet if the Dilhangra left it, if they decided not to destroy it for themselves. He had even been to one of Lord Tsharacks entertainment's and had witnessed the brutal massacre that occurred as captives from many races were ripped to shreds. He had left with the distinct impression that a similar fate would befall him if he upset the Dilhangra. Idly he speculated whether the Valorians and Cathors would be willing to offer protection, if they beat the threat they were sailing towards. Of course they would need to be able to detect the Dilhangra and he knew how, he realised.
Lord Tsharack stood on the conference dais, his tall and ugly form commanding immediate attention from those gathered around it.
Life forms! He called imperiously gaining immediate silence. I am Lord Tsharack, Lord High Emperor of the Dilhangra.
A murmur set off around the room, they knew what the Dilhangra were by childhood legend. But they were just that, legend, were they not?
He continued regardless. Your pathetic races know of us by your legends. I know of all of you because I have watched you evolve and I detest you and I could destroy you all, just as I am about to destroy the Valorian and Cathor fleet that is forming beyond Sharawonga, He hissed.
A mutter of alarm now swept the conference.
he continued. I am prepared to offer a deal. For a modest fee of five thousand life forms from each of your planets, delivered alive to me. I am prepared to forego the pleasure of destroying your pathetic races as I have with Sharawonga for a thousand years. You have until the Cathors have been destroyed to agree.
He stepped off the dais and stalked out as the conference descended into uproar.
Martha, aboard the Valorian yacht, regarded the proposal that reached her with suspicion. She did not have the science facilities to test the snatch of technological formula that had been presented as a taster for validity, nor, considering the events that had occurred, did she trust the source of the message. However they had been following the limited signals that Voyager was picking up for nearly four hours with little result.
The Earth ship had repeatedly tried various tricks to persuade the ghost ship they were trailing to show itself, starting from clever Polaron bursts to the more desperate detonation of precious torpedoes all with no effect. That had been prophesied by the message that she was reviewing, but what it was proposing did not seem possible. The name Dilhangra' was not lost on her, but rather than help her decision, it hindered they didn't exist anymore. She put the name out of her mind.
Finally she turned to the signaller that waited patiently for her command.
Transmit the message to Voyager and the Cathors, she announced.
She paused for a moment considering the next decision carefully. Answer Damassis, we will offer what protection we can, provided the information he supplies is accurate and adequate. Inform the others of that decision as well. She desperately hoped that the decision was the right one.
Chakotay found himself as cynical over the motives for the offer as Martha had been, but managed to hide his feelings as he laid the skimpy details out for B'Elanna, Seven and Tuvok.
The schematics are incomplete, Tuvok complained. A large amount of development work will be required to set such a detection system into operation.
We should get the rest of the information shortly, Chakotay pointed out. And we aren't getting anywhere with what we are trying so far!
Have you found anyway of replying to the Colonel's messages?
We have tried responding on the same carrier as he is using, but he is not responding, Seven of Nine claimed. He needs to concentrate hard to operate the implant. It is probable that he is unable to concentrate sufficiently to receive the communication.
The signals we are receiving from the Colonel are becoming erratic, that suggests that they may be in danger, we need to try something else. I'll start building this circuitry, but I need to know what I need to fit it to in short order, B'Elanna agreed.
Seven, I'll need some help? She added to the ex-Borg, who seemed to be lost in deep thought.
There was a similar circuit in the drone I dismantled, she announced straightening up. We can deduce much of the additional components from my tricorder readings.
Life for the Captain and her party was becoming as dangerous as B'Elanna had surmised. The Colonel with some help from Chancellor Guthorn had managed to spring the lock of the cage they were in and had then proceeded to investigate the dimly lit hold they were in.
They found they were not the only life forms there. A second cage held ten Sharawongan natives. They cowered back from the two men as they approached.
I'm going to let you out, the Colonel had announced quietly, working the lock.
The Dilhangra will kill us! They pleaded pitifully.
The Colonel looked at Chancellor Guthorn quizzically, before responding patiently. Who ever that is, they'll probably kill you anyhow!
He entered the cage and tried to inspect the captives, but they pulled away from him. He gave up and left the cage, leaving the door open.
Who are the Dilhangra, Sir! He asked the Chancellor who was standing in puzzled thought.
They are a fairy story to frighten children, a legend, they don't exist! He responded uncertainly.
The Colonel sighed. The problem with fairy stories and legends is there tends to be a grain of truth in them, Sir, He commented as the cage door clanged shut behind him. Certainly those people think they exist, they aren't simply scared they are terrified to the point of paralysis. Perhaps you should tell me about your fairies?
The Chancellor nodded. You need to try your link first. He led him back to the rest of the party.
The Dilhangra, the Chancellor started his story twenty minutes later after the Colonel's attempt to broadcast to Seven of Nine. Were rumoured to be one of the oldest, most advanced and long lived races in the Galaxy. Apart from a few artifacts found in space that can't be placed with any known civilisation, there is no proof that they ever existed, so it was thought that they had simply become extinct as younger races out evolved them. Even the legends are thousands of years old, they don't give a simple description of them at all, simply parts of anatomy that could be anything. There is no mention of special powers, or callousness, simply a loathing for other life.
Then why did they join up with Sharawonga? The Captain asked pointedly.
the Colonel suggested. After all you don't have to like a cow to eat it, and that is about all those poor bastards over there are fit for! He waved in the direction of the Sharawongan prisoners.
So how do we fight them? He asked.
I do not know, the Chancellor admitted. The legends suggest that we don't, they do not include happy endings.
We had better go and ask them then, Colonel Samuels announced getting up again.
How is your arm? Captain Janeway asked carefully. Can you fight if you have to?
It will ease when I get swinging, the Colonel dismissed the sentiment, though his shoulder still hurt grievously when he moved it.
I will take care of him, Captain, Guthorn whispered. But he is a proud and strong man, he doesn't want to look weak in front of anyone!
You've caught on quickly, the Captain whispered back fiercely.
We are not unlike each other, Guthorn commented smiling sadly. His arm is hurting badly, but he is ignoring it because he feels he needs to, not just for you but himself as well. He left following the Colonel's progress towards the hatch at the far end of the bay.
There could be a guard on the other side of the door, Colonel Samuels, Guthorn cautioned as they approached the heavy hatch.
It's a possibility, he admitted calmly.
They could shoot before asking questions, Guthorn pointed out.
That is also possible, but unlikely, the Colonel commented. You said the Mankrons don't use weapons.
I don't know what the Dilhangra use.
The Colonel studied the door carefully before replying. If they are going to use weapons, they will fire at where they expect somebody to be after the door opens, about four feet above the floor. There is a pelmet above the door, could you perch on it?
The Chancellor looked up at where the Colonel was pointing and saw a narrow ledge no more than 18 inches wide. he admitted. But where will you be?
Persuading them to come in, the Colonel responded cryptically. Whoever can get a good blow in gets first crack?
Chancellor Guthorn nodded in anticipation and swung himself athletically up onto the narrow ledge. Gaining his balance he watched in mild amusement and baited breath as the Colonel operated the obvious door mechanisim then collapsed on the floor in front of it as it swung open over him. Despite the seemingly sprawling and random collapse, it did not escape his attention that he had fallen so that he could see through the door.
Nothing happened and he was about to swing down, until he saw the small signal the Colonel was making. There was something outside, so he waited.
A shadow fell over the body as something tall and black entered hesitantly, scanning the surrounds for danger. It failed to notice the Cathor balanced upon the ledge behind him as it turned its attention to the stricken Colonel. A probe appeared and prodded its victim cautiously. It didn't move. The Mafron moved closer and prodded harder, still the Colonel made no movement.
On his ledge Guthorn marvelled at the Colonel's acting, but wondered when he would have to act himself to prevent the Mankron finishing the job.
The Mankron knelt beside the fallen body and extended a proboscis towards the unconcious figure, which suddenly burst into action. The left arm came up and grabbed the tube, holding it firmly as the right suddenly appeared wielding the metal bar that had been hidden behind it and crashed it into the creatures right eye, simultaneously screaming. Suck my guts out would you, you bastard!
The creature screamed wildly and lashed out with hardened forearms, trying to impale the creature that had been its prey. On his ledge the Chancellor stop transfixed by the sudden burst of action from the human.
Any time you like, Sir! The Colonel called, slamming the arms away with the metal bar, then returning with another swing aimed for the creatures remaining multifaceted eye, as he rolled away desperately.
The call brought the Chancellor from his torpor and he leapt for the creatures back, swinging his power sword to severe the creatures head as the Colonel charged in with an upward swing that combined with the slice from the sword to send the head skittering away.
The headless creature collapsed, the Chancellor still on its back. He rolled away as it hit the floor and sat for a moment stunned by the whole spectacle as the Colonel collapsed beside him. Finally he stood and bowed to the human in renewed respect.
Where did you learn to fight like that? He demanded.
The Colonel grinned slyly. In the gutters on Saturday nights after the pubs closed. If they think you are dead people let their guard down and you can steal anything!
He looked at the bent metal bar he had been using. I don't suppose I could get you to cut one of it's arms off? He asked offhandedly. I don't think it's worth trying to straighten the bar!
Guthorn smiled grimly and examined the creature. It's not a sword, it's hard enough, but there is no edge, he commented, setting himself to the grim task.
The point always beats the edge, Sir, The Colonel responded neutrally, flexing his left shoulder carefully.
How is it? The Chancellor inquired in concern as he handed the Colonel his new makeshift weapon.
Hurts like hell, Sir! He responded cheerfully, examining the weapon. It was about two feet long and feather light, He pondered out loud.
The Chancellor shook his head. I think it is a type of hair, he admitted. But it will be strong enough as a stabbing tool in most circumstances.
Now what? Captain Janeway demanded as she brought the rest up. She had watched the spectacle nervously from the cage door, but now it seemed safe she could stand the suspense no longer.
We find out where we are, how many more of those buggers there are and deal with them, the Colonel announced firmly, getting up and heading for the door.
The Captain reached to stop him, but was stopped herself by Princess Madila. He'll be alright, she assured her. He can't stop himself now.
The two warriors crept down the passage way, unsure of where they were going. The Chancellor stopped at a door. There are more Mankrons in here, he whispered.
Can your sword weld it shut like Marine Gwyndals? The Colonel responded quickly, examining the metal door carefully.
It will take time and there could be another way out, Guthorn protested.
On the other hand I don't think we could take on more than one at a time, the Colonel argued. It needed both of us to deal with the one in the hold and it didn't know we were coming. I'll keep a look out.
Guthorn nodded and adjusted his weapon to allow him to weld, shading his eyes with one hand as the white hot torch started to melt the door and frame.
These plans are incomplete, Seven announced coldly when the remainder of the information Damassis had promised was presented to her.
The signal from Sharawonga was interrupted, Chakotay explained. Martha thinks he was discovered because the signal simply stopped.
How do they compare to the plans you have of the drone?
she answered. It requires more power, but the concept is similar. It produces a Protonic cloud in temporal space. It will temporarily collapse the temporal shields they are using.
How long will temporary be? He demanded
I have calculated not more than three minutes, she answered again. There are other dangers.
Go on, he prompted morbidly.
The cloud must envelope the Dilhangran vessel, it must therefore be activated within a thousand metres for it to work. Shields and transporters will not work in the cloud. Lieutenant Paris is building the units to suit a class four probe.
How do we get them out then? He demanded.
A shuttle could approach the vessel, the limited details we have suggest a weakness in the weapons system, they are incapable of tracking a target as small as a class two shuttle. There will be a small delay between the cloud dispersing and the temporal shielding becoming effective for a transport beam, provided the shuttle is close enough.
I'll get Tom to prepare the shuttle, Chakotay decided after a moments hesitation. He can take the Cathors.
You will require Lieutenant Paris to control this ship, Seven protested. I will pilot the shuttle.
He looked at her sharply, noticing the tell tale signs of strain and determination in her eyes. He nodded his agreement. Just don't get hurt, if you do my life will be very short when the Colonel gets hold of me, he sighed.
He turned to Tuvok. Explain what we are going to do to the Cathors, he decreed. Seven will need covering fire to get a shuttle in, poor targeting or not, and they have the fire power.
Thirty minutes later they watched the first of four hastily configured probes shoot out into the blackness, heading for the next point they hoped the Colonel's signal would come from. Five minutes later the shuttle bearing Seven of Nine and the two marines also departed heading for the same area. She wanted to be a close as possible to reduce the time required to get close to the Dilhangran ship and avoid the possible consequences if the data supplied was inaccurate. The shuttles departure was followed by another set of probes, in case of failure.
The Colonel's signal did come, fifteen minutes late, but the Dilhangran was in the position they had predicted. Tuvok, detonate the nearest probes, Chakotay ordered quickly.
They watched the screen expectantly as the probes flashed and a shadowy ship flickered into existence. It was accompanied by a shout from Ensign Kim at his station.
A Cathor destroyer has just disintegrated, he shouted.
Tuvok the other probes, detonate them, Chakotay demanded in alarm, a horrible suspicion forming in his mind.
His suspicions were confirmed as the last two probes from the batch detonated, revealing another four ships.
Target power systems, they must not be allowed to cloak, he yelled. Everything we've got.
He slammed his hand onto his communicator. B'Elanna we need more probes, how soon?
Just putting another set together, she responded calmly.
There appears to be a major battle fleet out here, he snapped, watching the view screen as the Cathor ships veered sharply and open fire with their own armaments as another destroyer disolved in front of them. From below Voyager the Valorian yacht shot into view also firing its weapons. He suddenly realised that it looked different, much of the smooth outer skin seemed to have been discarded leaving a dark and horribly beweaponed warship. He had never thought of it as a warship, he reflected for a moment.
Commander, Dean Haldor of Cathor is calling, Tuvok announced his voice still calm amidst the excitement.
He nodded hurriedly and indicated the view screen. The chiselled and bearded face of the Cathor commander appeared. Commander Chakotay, he snapped without pleasantries. You must keep your ship safe, we need you to supply as many of the detection devices as possible, more vessels are on their way. I have detailed ten fighters to your defence, withdraw and keep me supplied, he demanded then disappeared, leaving the scene of battle on the screen again.
From the two battleships a cloud of small vessels emerged, a small section of which broke off and headed towards Voyager, the rest turned purposefully and plunged towards the Dilhangran fleet. A smaller fleet appeared from the Valorian ship and turned for the battle as well as the ship shuddered under the impact of an unknown weapon, but it kept up it's impressive fire rate. To their right a battleship seemed to shudder hard then split in two, the front half bloomed into a white hot fireball, but incredibly the rear continued to fight. Not everything was going against the allies a Dilhangran vessel suddenly blossomed into fire and exploded.
Commander the second wave of probes has reached the area. I have ordered them to spread out, Tuvok announced. Another set is ready for launch.
Do it! Chakotay demanded, still watching the scene before him in fascination.
Another two Dilhangran vessels appeared as the probes flared again. A Cathor destroyer, finding itself in close proximity to one turned hard and drove itself into its foe, still firing determindly at it as both vessels dissolved.
Sickened Chakotay turned away as another Dilhangran ship rolled away, struck by a concentrated attack from a squadron of Cathor fighters. Tom pull us back, he demanded. We can't compete here!
The Valorian ship has lost engines, Kim screamed.
Chakotay turned back to the screan. Belay the last order, take us to the Valorians. Prepare to extend shields and lock on a tractor beam. Tuvok anything that gets in the way, blast it!
With the skill of a born pilot Tom Paris snaked Voyager towards the target.
I have a tractor beam lock! Kim shouted in excitement, as Voyager rocked from an impact.
They are using Temporal weapons, Tuvok announced. Shields down to 60%, they will not stand another impact.
Pull us out of here, Chakotay demanded quickly.
Two Dilhangrans have recloaked, Kim called.
Light them!
The two ships that had managed to rebuild their protective shields were exposed again. The first was immediately set upon by another wave of Cathor fighters. The second by the remaining battleship.
Where is Seven? Chakotay demanded as Voyager struggled out of the affray another temporal beaming striking it and sending a groan through the ships fabric.
Shields have collapsed, Kim screamed.
Warp power is down, Paris inserted in frustration.
Exactly where Seven of Nine was, was a question that was disturbing Seven of Nine as well. She knew where she was physically, but it was not a position she wanted to be in.
The mission had started well, the shuttle had been within 8,000 metres of the Dihangran ship when it had materialised. But from there things, whilst not going wrong, were not going well as full scale war broke out around the delicate shuttle. Weapons fire seemingly passing her small vessel within inches in a continuous rain of death as the Cathors struggled to combat the Dilhangran fleet.
Trusting that they weren't deliberately targeting the shuttle, but not daring to deploy evasive techniques in case she flew into fire, she increased power and maintained a steady course towards her objective. Nor did she dare to deploy the shuttles own phasors, hoping the the Dilhangrans would ignore her small vessel if they thought it was not a threat compared to the far more active and larger vessels surrounding them. A belief that was ostensibly correct, but didn't take into account the Dilhangrans locking a tractor beam onto the shuttle and pulling it aboard, leaving the small party watching helplessly until it landed with a thump.
She watched in detached fascination as the Colonels two Marines leapt out of the ship as the door opened and immediately started to scan the surrounds of the empty bay they had landed in, for any source of danger, just as he had taught them to do.
Finding none they started to explore further afield, each covering the others movements with their phasor rifles.
Finally happy they were alone for the moment at least, Marine Gwyndal reported back. "There's nobody here, Ma'am. But we will have visitors sooner or later."
"Secure the access door," she demanded quickly, venturing towards a terminal by the wall. "I will endeavour to trace our crew members."
She turned her attention to the console. Not waiting to try and interpret the symbols she attempted to access it directly with her assimilation probes and was flung back as an Electro Motive Pulse arced through them. She sat stunned as Gwyndal raced towards her.
Are you hurt? He demanded quickly, kneeling beside her.
I am dizzy, she admitted weakly. Assist me, I must find another way to approach the computer system.
The Colonel standing beside Chancellor Guthorn trying to despatch another signal to Voyager felt the pulse of power arcing into Seven of Nine's systems. His eyes snapped open as he did so.
Mrs Samuels is in trouble and aboard this ship, he hissed quietly. Follow me, we'll pick the others up as we pass.
You know where she is? Guthorn asked quietly.
Not this way at least, the Colonel said simply and started to trot down the corridor the way they had come.
Where are we going? Captain Janeway demanded as he chivied them onwards down the long corridor.
He claims his wife is aboard, Guthorn whispered. I think he sensed something a few minutes ago and he is worried.
He waved them to a quiet halt a few moments later as he peered around a corner carefully, laying on the floor to avoid being spotted. A glance was all he needed before he slithered back and led them a distance back the way they had come.
There are four more Mankrons outside a door, he whispered. We can't take them on as we are. But I think they are guarding a hold and I'm certain Mrs Samuels is inside. They certainly don't seem to be taking chances, but they are watching the door not the corridor.
So what do we do? Princess Madila asked the question first.
I could try and distract them long enough for you to get in? Guthorn suggested.
There is something else with them a really big bastard who seems to be in charge, the Colonel hissed. I don't think you would get more than two to follow and that would be beyond us as well.
He puzzled at the impasse for a few moments. Finally he looked up. Voyager is full of big ventilation ducts, he commented. None of them are protected. I wonder if it is the case on this tub?
You're suggesting we crawl into the hold through what could be very small pipes? The Captain suggested uneasily.
He nodded. I could move a company through Voyager's without being spotted. This thing is a least the same size, so imagine that the ducts will be similar. There is a grill above us, so I think we will start there.
Somebody will have to pick me up, the Captain agreed reluctantly, looking at the Chancellor.
He handed his sword to the Colonel and stooped to lift the Captain to the ventilation grill. The hatch released with an audible clang and they looked around nervously. It still appeared safe.
Quickly, get up there, the Colonel demanded.
Guthorn taking his instructions literally, pushed the Captain hard, propelling her through the hatch, rapidly followed as her legs scrabbled inside by the Princess and the two infants, then he turned to the Colonel.
One of us will have to stay behind, he pointed out. The hatch is too high for us to pull the other up.
Then you had better go, Sir, the Colonel responded immediately, returning the sword.
I cannot do that, the Chancellor snapped in a scarcely controlled whisper. You won't last two minutes if they find you.
Nor would you, Sir, the Colonel responded respectfully. You have a race of people to look after I only have one and I doubt she will want me when this is over. Besides, they have to find me first.
Guthorn nodded, seemingly accepting the argument. As the Colonel bent to offer his support so that he could climb up, he struck him firmly with the hilt of his sword, catching him before he could fall.
Captain Janeway, he called. I need help pushing this young fool into the duct!
She peered through the opening and rapidly appraised the situation. He volunteered to stay behind didn't he? she sighed in resignation.
The Chancellor nodded.
He'll be as cross as hell when he recovers, she commented, reaching down to help support the unconscious figure as Guthorn pushed hard. With the Princesses help she struggled to pull him in and close the hatch.
Carefully the two women pulled the dazed figure after them as the two Felongrans, benefiting from the feline instincts, led the way through the unlit passages.
The Chancellor meanwhile crept back down the corridor towards the hold.
Seven of Nine removed yet another panel from the wall in the hold and scanned the circuitry it hid seeking some method of interrogating the ships systems, then stepped back sharply as the panel beside her clanged then fell away to reveal an exhausted Captain Janeway. She stepped forward with equal alacrity to help her from the passage with a barely concealed cry of relief.
Seven, help us out, the Captain demanded as she staggered forward. The Colonel is unconscious.
How was he damaged? Seven demanded quickly.
Chancellor Guthorn knocked him cold when he demanded to stay behind so that we could escape, the Captain explained hurriedly. He'll be alright in a few minutes. But there are several Mankrons outside and possibly a Dilhangran.
Mankron, species 11278. Formidable combatants, but they do not operate in units of more than two, Seven insisted, recounting from her Borg database.
Borg data is inaccurate. They do here! The Captain snapped. Who else have you got? And how did you get here?
I have brought the Cathor Marines, Seven of Nine responded neutrally. I have a shuttle but I am unable to find a means of disabling the tractor beams. The bays computer terminal is unusable.
Anything else? The Captain demanded heavily.
The Cathor fleet, with assistance from Voyager and the Valorian yacht, is engaged in open hostilities with several Dilhangran vessels. I am uncertain as to the state of battle, however two Cathor ships have been destroyed, Seven started to explain, until a groan signified the Colonel was recovering his senses.
Immediately she knelt beside him as his eyes blinked open.
Where is that bastard Guthorn. I'm going to knock his blasted block off when we get out of here! He hissed in a daze.
You will not carry out that action, Seven scolded him. You are damaged, you would not survive.
Nor will he if they spot him, he protested, struggling to sit up. I at least have had years of experience hiding!
She silenced further protests by kissing him firmly, pushing him back to the floor as she did so.
Perhaps I won't, he admitted softly as they broke apart. Thank you for reminding me what I'd miss.
I suppose we had better go and get him though, he continued. I don't suppose you have brought something for me to play with?
She walked away and returned a few minutes later struggling with the Colonels pack.
Mrs Samuels, you are the perfect wife! He announced happily as he inspected his weapons and slipped into his combat fatigues. I feel better already!
Ladies and Gentlemen I think we will go and negotiate for the return of Chancellor Guthorn, he announced to his the group in general. But we will have to do it the hard way. It's what I've been training you for, but it won't be as easy as the holodecks. In a moment or two I will open the doors of the hold, at the last count there were four Mankrons and what I assume is a Dilhangran outside. When the door opens, you will commence firing at anything that moves. Do not fire blindly in the right direction, aim your fire and make sure you hit what you are aiming at, he briefed them as he had his own men so many years ago now, he realised suddenly, it brought a small smile to his face.
When they retreat from the door, Captain Janeway, Mrs Samuels and Her Royal Highness Princess Madila will remain here and secure the shuttle bay. Marines will advance with me in Light fashion, you will avoid fighting at close quarters if at all possible. Our objective is the safe recovery of Chancellor Guthorn, alive or dead. On completion we will fall back in similar style. The mass destruction of life aboard this vessel is not an objective. Do you understand me? He demanded.
Sir, Yes Sir! The Marines shouted back immediately.
Let's get on with it then, he snapped at them.
Carefully he operated the mechanism and leapt back as the heavy door started to roll back to take his position on the firing line. It opened to reveal two of the Mankrons and the Dilhangra standing in front of it. They swung, immediately, as if to pounce on whatever was in the doorway and for a second seemed puzzled that there was nothing there.
Platoon, Fire! The Colonel yelled at the top of his voice, sighting on the Dilhangran and pulling the trigger of his rifle to start the ball rolling. Five beams from phasor rifles struck out, targeting the two Mankron until the burst into flame, then they switched to the Dilhagra. They didn't seem to be having as much effect, but it stepped quickly out of sight.
Platoon, Cease Fire! The Colonel called again. Marines forward!
Quickly the two marines and the Colonel flitted forward towards the door, each moving in turn and covering the next as they progressed each taking a side of the door so they could watch past the door frame. Nothing moved. The Colonel dived through the opening, rolled to his knee and scanned either side of the corridor. Still nothing.
Silently he signalled the bay party forward to take station at the doorway, then indicated for the marines to trace their route up the corridor.
Guthorn took up a position where he could watch what was happening outside the holds door, certain that sooner or later the Mankrons would enter to deal with those inside. For fifteen minutes he watched them in an uneasy silence, until the door seemed to roll open of its own volition. There was a bang that heralded forty seconds of concentrated fire, catching two of the Mankrons completely off their guard and made the Dilhanga seem to disappear in a white ball of heat. The other two leapt clear of the door, before they too were caught in the inferno before it too shuffled out the fire.
Guthorn didn't wait to find out what happened next, the three remaining enemy were obviously moving in his direction and he knew well that he would not be able to take the three on by himself.
He slid silently back to his feet and hurried up the corridor, until he became aware of a clicking coming towards him from around the bend infront. Praying it was a single Mankron, he stepped out boldly into the centre and fired the blaster from his sword straight into the faces of two advancing Mankron, obviously hurrying to the aid of those outside the hold. Seeing that he had only taken one, he swapped back to the sword again and charged at the second, which was still dazed from the effects of the first exploding infront of it. With a mighty battle cry he cleaved downwards with his sword, feeling it split the creatures crown. He tried to keep going, but his feet got tangled with the two fallen Mankron and he sprawled, his sword flying away from him. Desperately he rolled and tried to dive for his weapon again, but was horrified as another set of spindly feet slammed to the deck between him and it.
He looked up to see another Mankron regarding him coldly with its large and multifaceted eyes and preparing to impale him with its blades. He closed his eyes for a moment accepting his probable fate as two loud reports sounded. In amazement he opened his eyes again to see the creature tottering uncertainly, the eyes had disappeared.
Well get out the way, you damned old fool! A shout reached him, galvanising him into action and he scrabbled out of striking range, but still without a weapon. He looked around for the source of the shout in time to see the Colonel, now dressed in mottled green, turn to face a threat he was obviously expecting.
The Colonel gave up on a careful advance the moment he heard the Chancellors scream and had led the marines at a full charge down the corridors. Meeting the retra=eating party from the door he had simply slammed his way past them with the cry, Deal with these buggers! and careered on.
He saw the Chancellor fall after dispatching the second Mankron and the third that had suddenly sprung on the scene. He saw it hesitate for a moment, it was all the time he needed to crash down to a knee and bring his rifle up and fire, aiming as always for the eyes. He waited long enough to see the lenses shatter and shout at Guthorn, then dropped the rifle and pulled his own steel blade out to face the Dilhangran he could sense coming up behind him.
The Dilhangran slowed to an almost respectful halt as it met the tall Earthman and his gleaming blade. The Colonel regarded it quietly as it examined him with alternate eyes.
You could just let us go? he suggested mildly. Nobody else need to die today.
The Dilhangra didn't seem to give the suggestion much thought. Your inferior Terran race has caused me much trouble today, it announced.
I'm sorry about that, the Colonel apologised carefully. Speaking personally I don't like being abducted.
The Dilhangran brought an arm up, it appeared to be a tube. The notion was enough for the Colonel, he dived hard to one side, crashing onto his weak shoulder as a series of needle sharp darts shot past his flailing leg. He was up again in a trice, ignoring the pain, and dived forward with his sword, for it to be met by one of the Dilhangras many armoured arms. It lashed at him with a hook, narrowly missing his leg as he dived away again. At a safe distance apart again they regarded each other coldly.
You are quick and brave, Terran, the Dilhangran complimented. But foolish to think you can defeat me, your primitive weapon cannot hurt me.
You, Sir, are a fool if you believe that. Everything can be killed, you are no exception. If not me then someone else will come along to finish the job, he answered calmly.
He dived in again and felt the sword clang against the creatures exoskeleton, then a piercing pain as it lanced him with another of its appendages and lifted him by the shoulder. He hacked at the limb with his blade and felt it break of and drop him to the ground. He had just enough time to bring the great blade up again to block a body smashing blow from yet another limb and see the blade snap into two. Not waiting he snatched the broken blade from the floor and slammed it and the remains attached to the handle into the upper joints of the creatures legs, before falling back again. Blood showing from his shoulder and lacerated hand.
The creature staggered and fell as it lost the use of the two legs and he kicked out at it with his feet, catching three of the eight eyes on top of its crown.
In the moments pause in the proceedings he grappled with the appendage that protruded from his shoulder and pulled it out and waved it at the creature as it regained its balance on the four remaining legs. Two of which, armed with talons seemed uncertain on the slippery metal floor. The Colonel slid backwards towards the fallen Mankron as it loomed over him, then flung himself to one side again as it stabbed down again. The two taloned feet lost traction again on the blood and it slipped again, giving the Colonel time to lash out again with his makeshift weapon, ramming it into another joint and pulling away again as it reared up again.
His collar was grabbed and he felt himself being pulled back quicker as Guthorn yanked him away before another stab from the Dilhangran crashed into the deck where he had been laying.
More appendages than a Swiss Army Knife, the Colonel muttered to the Chancellor as he stepped forward to take up the battle, swinging his power sword again.
The Dilhangran met the new threat with a double attack, slicing with one arm and swinging low with a club shaped limb. Guthorn easily blocked the first and it squealed in pain as the limb was severed, but couldn't avoid the lower swing as it took his legs from under him. Again his sword went flying, to be picked up by the Colonel as he staggered to his feet.
He stabbed at a button on the handle and the sword shimmered into life again as he threw himself at his foe, grabbing it firmly around what served as a neck and holding himself as close as possible to it. Mandibles shot out from its mouth and gripped his throat, squeezing it tighter. In desperation he slashed at them with the sword. It was deflected and slid deep into the creatures mouth. It was obviously causing pain, so with the last of his rapidly dwindling strength he forced it upwards and twisted. The grip on his throat slackened and he fell to the deck, unable to control his descent he slammed almost unconscious on the floor, dragging the sword with him. It forced the tip up into its cranial cavity and the Dilhangran collapsed with and on top of him.
Guthorn staggered to his feet and approached the fallen bodies with care. He kicked the Dilhangran but it made no move, then he pulled the Colonel out from underneath it. He found a pulse a weak one, but it was there.
The two marines arrived after dealing with the Mankrons hand to hand, looking happy about their performance but showing the scars of the hard battle, blood showing vividly upon their tunics. Gwyndal also knelt beside the Colonel. I'll take him, Sir, he announced calmly. Apart from the loss of blood there is nothing serious.
Gently he picked the unconscious human up and carried him away with he Chancellor following close behind. Wondering at the strange mixture of tactics the human had used, part caution then total recklessness when he had realised he might fail.
They found Seven of Nine standing waiting for them in the corridor. She took one glance at the returning party carrying the pasty Colonel.
Get aboard the shuttle, she ordered. We will leave immediately.
She watched them board from the door then pulled out a hand phasor and set it to overload before throughing it through an access hatch. Quickly she boarded the shuttle and shut the door before taking her seat in the pilots seat and activating the shields.
I have set a phasor to overload and placed it into a main plasma power conduit, she announced calmly. Our departure from the ship will necessarily be rough, it sounded like an apology.
Where is Seven of Nine? Chakotay demanded again. As far as Voyager could tell all that was still present in the local area was the Valorian ship which was busy regathering the parts that it had disregarded and a crippled Cathor warship. The Dilhangran vessel that Seven was aiming for had disappeared, as had Seven of Nines shuttle. In desperation they had launched several more sets of probes to try and find the target, but with no response. Signals from the Colonel had also stopped being broadcast. Further away another they detected an other Cathor fleet heading for them and a small squadron of Felongran warships, also heading for Voyager. It was uncertain which would arrive first.
Unhappily they had to accept that they would not be able to find the ship for a while.
How soon before warp power is available, B'Elanna? Chakotay asked unhappily.
About an hour, she responded quickly.
The Felongrans will arrive within that time, Tuvok reported quietly.
Chakotay nodded calmly, there was little else they could do for a while. Try and contact the Felongran, he demanded. Perhaps we can persuade them not to attack, he added uncertainly.
The Felongrans responded as soon as
Tuvok opened the Channel.
They watched helplessly as the Felongrans reached the shuttle. Then in surprise as they continued past it and attack the Dilhangran vessel, they turned away sharply as explosions started to form throughout the ship and reformed protectively around the shuttle, until it docked.
Chakotay almost ran for the shuttle bay as the shuttle was finally caught in the tractor bay to haul it inside. Then found himself waiting impatiently for the doors to open as Seven of Nine systematically shut the systems down.
Finally the door opened and the occupants stepped out. They were led by two small bundles of fur as the two Felongran cubs launched themselves out the door. The Captain and Princess Madila followed more sombrely and they stepped aside quickly as Gwyndal and Chancellor Guthorn staggered out supporting the pale Colonel. Finally came Seven of Nine.
Chakotay took one glance around the tired faces, then his own broke into a grin. I'm not sure who is the most hurt, he commented. Get them all to Sick Bay!
Chakotay's
communicator burst into life. The Felongran fighters have taken
station around us. Their weapons are charged and
I'll be right up, Chakotay confirmed after a moment. Tell him we are having our Doctor examine them and he is welcome to join them.
Two hours later Voyagers Sickbay
reverberated to deep guttural purrs as the black furred forms of
Mrs Samuels, Camathronan purred happily. We thank you with all our might for your service. How can we repay you?
Seven of Nine stood slowly and calmly. My part in the process was small, she stated. Lieutenant-Colonel Samuels, performed the majority of actions required to keep your cubs safe. However his opinion will be that your thanks will be sufficient recompense.
Camathronan bowed to her and turned toward Captain Janeway and Chakotay. Surely she does not mean that? he mewed plaintively.
Both Chakotay and the Captain shrugged in unison. He has never taken anything from us either, the Captain admitted with a crooked smile. Now, what are your intentions for Voyager?
Camathronan looked uncomfortable. You know we are tasked with the destruction of your ship? He asked quietly.
The Captain nodded.
It is an order I do not intend to carry out, he declared. We will return to Sharawonga and claim your vessel was destroyed during combat. For my families protection, please do not let it be known that you have survived?
The Captain nodded in understanding as Chancellor Guthorn and the Princess Madila stepped forward to join the small company. Hunter Camathronan, Guthorn rumbled, giving the Felongran his official title. Unlike the crew of Voyager, I do owe you some thanks. If you find that you are not believed when you return, you may surrender yourself to any Cathor vessel. I will assure that you are given protection. When the fleet arrives I will dispatch a vessel to take station above Sharawonga for that purpose.
Camothronan purred gently as he bowed. I hope it will not be necessary, My Lord. We thank you for your offer.
He turned again to Seven of Nine, bowed deeply toward her. I thank you and your mate again for your service, Mrs Samuels. You will express our deep gratitude to your mate?
Seven nodded uncertainly, as the two cubs detached themselves from their parents and once again wrapped arms around her thighs, looking up at her. Distractedly she stroked their furry heads before replying. I will do as you request.
Abruptly she disengaged the cubs and turned toward the Colonel as he lay silently on the medical couch.
To the Captain, as she ushered her guests out of the room, it looked as though Seven was crying as she held her husbands limp hand. It was something that she would have to keep a careful eye upon, she decided. Seven had found love and somebody to share it with, but it was looking as though the cost to her was going to be high.