Star Voyager - Part 22
By Iejasu and Miklinar
Tom watched from the hangar control bay. He had the
feeling that Skywalker's son -- Luke, was that his
name? -- would have the same mixed feelings to seeing
his father again that Owen Paris would -- if it even
happened.
Paris closed the control board. "Guess I need to get
back to working on the Delta Flyer."
****
"Well, that's one more to transmit to Star Fleet,"
Janeway remarked.
Tuvok, after a hesitation, "You realize, of course,
that giving Skywalker that ship could mean a
significant improvement in his people's technology."
"No more than they would already be getting from his
memories, Mister Tuvok. He was an engineer -- he was
learning from us every minute that he was here."
Chakotay, "I hope we taught him some of our ethics as
well."
Janeway smiled, "He always had them. He just chose to
ignore them when they were inconvenient. One of the
prices of power."
The _Seeker_'s trace would be on their instruments
for hours, but there was no point in watching the
viewscreen any more.
Captain Janeway took a deep breath. "Mister Kim, head
us back toward home."
******
The autopilot was engaged -- _Seeker_ was pointed back
toward the wormhole exit, the only possible route
home.
Home... Vader shook his head as he settled down to
study tech manuals. Had he picked up the longing of
_Voyager's_ crew, translating it to his own
circumstances? And where _was_ home?
He felt a presence in the ship... more definite than
the glimmer he had thought he had seen on launch. It
intensified when he thought of "home," of Tatooine,
not the fleet. He closed his eyes and relaxed, trying
to sense, not analyze. Feminine, but not Padme...
certainly not Leia -- there was no acerbic edge to it.
"_Mother_?" he whispered.
The contact warmed, but stayed ill-defined. Vader
reached for the _akoonah_, then hesitated. Machinery
should not be necessary, not between them. He slipped
into a meditative trance.
******
On _Voyager_.
Seven of Nine seldom used the engineering repairs
carrel, and it was a month after Skywalker's departure
before she returned to it. She called Torres and
Janeway to meet her there. Torres was still running
instruments over the rod shape on the bench when
Janeway looked up. "One of the 'ghosts' was building a
lightsaber."
******
On the _Seeker_.
Two months later, at the recorded location of the
wormhole exit, Vader took careful measurements. There
_was_ a trace still here. A possibility of a way home.
*The End*
(author's afterword to follow)
By Iejasu and Miklinar
Tom watched from the hangar control bay. He had the
feeling that Skywalker's son -- Luke, was that his
name? -- would have the same mixed feelings to seeing
his father again that Owen Paris would -- if it even
happened.
Paris closed the control board. "Guess I need to get
back to working on the Delta Flyer."
****
"Well, that's one more to transmit to Star Fleet,"
Janeway remarked.
Tuvok, after a hesitation, "You realize, of course,
that giving Skywalker that ship could mean a
significant improvement in his people's technology."
"No more than they would already be getting from his
memories, Mister Tuvok. He was an engineer -- he was
learning from us every minute that he was here."
Chakotay, "I hope we taught him some of our ethics as
well."
Janeway smiled, "He always had them. He just chose to
ignore them when they were inconvenient. One of the
prices of power."
The _Seeker_'s trace would be on their instruments
for hours, but there was no point in watching the
viewscreen any more.
Captain Janeway took a deep breath. "Mister Kim, head
us back toward home."
******
The autopilot was engaged -- _Seeker_ was pointed back
toward the wormhole exit, the only possible route
home.
Home... Vader shook his head as he settled down to
study tech manuals. Had he picked up the longing of
_Voyager's_ crew, translating it to his own
circumstances? And where _was_ home?
He felt a presence in the ship... more definite than
the glimmer he had thought he had seen on launch. It
intensified when he thought of "home," of Tatooine,
not the fleet. He closed his eyes and relaxed, trying
to sense, not analyze. Feminine, but not Padme...
certainly not Leia -- there was no acerbic edge to it.
"_Mother_?" he whispered.
The contact warmed, but stayed ill-defined. Vader
reached for the _akoonah_, then hesitated. Machinery
should not be necessary, not between them. He slipped
into a meditative trance.
******
On _Voyager_.
Seven of Nine seldom used the engineering repairs
carrel, and it was a month after Skywalker's departure
before she returned to it. She called Torres and
Janeway to meet her there. Torres was still running
instruments over the rod shape on the bench when
Janeway looked up. "One of the 'ghosts' was building a
lightsaber."
******
On the _Seeker_.
Two months later, at the recorded location of the
wormhole exit, Vader took careful measurements. There
_was_ a trace still here. A possibility of a way home.
*The End*
(author's afterword to follow)