Disclaimer; I don't own voyager, Tom Paris, Harry, Janeway etc. but the
storyline is all mine you may get ideas but it has to be completely
different, the S.E.F is all mine too. Plus Turner, knight, Davis, Madison
etc. so don't use them otherwise read and enjoy.
Rating: PG-13 to be on the safe side, but if you really wants to read it. I'm not stopping you; it's only Pg-13 cause of violence death, angst and all that stuff.
Summary; Tom Paris is not who he appears to be, he is an agent for the S.E.F (Special Elite forces) When he is sent 10 fresh new agents to train, it is a matter of time before the cover breaks, but that is not all which is on their mind.
Part 7 of????
I know this has taken me ages, but I have been very, very busy. But you know what makes me work quicker. REVIEWS.
The depth of a lie
****************** Chapter 7: Luck of the Game
He had messed it up, Paris thought as he paced back and forth in the small cell that he had been placed in. He had under estimated the crew and he are supposed friends. He was so rapped up in saving the crew of voyager, himself and the agents that he let one tiny clue slip, which Tuvok, like a good little Vulcan, followed until it came to him, Tom Paris. Yesterday he had replicated a S.E.F phaser with a disintegrator and laser detonator, these were all standard issue in the S.E.F, but completely unknown in Starfleet. So Tuvok found traces of one being made in the replicator, in Paris' quarters, he was taken to the brig and his quarters searched, they found the weapons, and some more unknown items and he was now almost certainly found guilty. The Mothsa were due any minute, and he was in the brig for overriding replicator and maybe even planning an attack against the crew. He had messed it up. Paris walked backwards until he hit a wall and sunk down, he had a plan, but it all depending on the luck of the game **** Casey lay on the sofa reading Jane Austin's 'Pride and Prejudice', she had read the book at least 10 times, but she never got tired of it. The concept of seeing one person when you first see them, and then seeing the opposite in a person once you get to know them fascinated her. She couldn't help but notice the likeness between Darcy and Paris. Casey had just got on to her favourite part when Knight came rushing through the doors, with an alerted look on her face. "Paris is in the brig," Knight blurted out. Casey dropped the padd, and stood up, a worried expression planted on her face, with no intention of moving. "Why, how, he can't be," Casey shouted waking around their quarters in frenzy, while Knight on the other hand was calm and thinking through what had to be done. "I don't know why, I was walking down a corridor, when I heard one of the security guards talking to his friend about how Paris is in the brig, I came straight here to tell you and the others," Knight said watching Casey walk around the room. " Now, we have to go tell Turner and the others, okay." Casey nodded and they both walked out the door, they both knew that time was running out, and without Paris, none of them would make it. **** BE'lanna couldn't believe it, Tom, her Tom in the brig for treason. Many people were saying that he hadn't changed and was still the lying traitor that came on this ship in the first place. BE'lanna didn't believe that Tom would do that; he loved her it had to be a set up, either way she was going to find out. BE'lanna got up and marched out of her quarters, she was going to find out what was going on. **** The Mothsa on board ran from corridor to corridor, the voices inside his head were getting stronger and more frequent, and this could only mean one thing. Suddenly the untamed voices stopped and silence flowed through its unstable mind. One voice broke the unusual silence, a feminine voice that was different to the others, more calm and control; the voice was clear and confident as it stated its purpose. "We're here," A mischievous smile shone through here words, the single Mothsa, looked around as red lights filled the corridor, he knew one thing, he wouldn't be alone for long, for their leader had come. **** Paris sat on the cot in the brig, watching as people ran to their stations, fully aware that red alert had just been declared through out the ship, but he knew that this was going to happen sooner or later, even though he had been dreading it for days. The security Guard that had been placed in front of his cell looked distraught and panicked. Paris knew that when the time came, he had to escape from this cell, and that the guard would not be a problem. All he had to do know was wait for the signal. **** Janeway couldn't believe what was happening, in one day she had put her best pilot in the brig, and an unknown ship was attacking them. "Are they responding to our hails," Janeway asked Harry, not even taking her eyes off the ship on the view screen in front of her. "They not responding captain," Harry replied, a slight hint of panic in his voice. "Tuvok fire at will," Janeway ordered, sitting down in her chair, but before even Tuvok could respond, the alien ship fired another weapon at them. "Report," Janeway barked out. "Captain, they are transporting aboard," Tuvok replied in a calm but clearly panic stricken voice, for a Vulcan. "What! But our shields are at 46%, that's not possible," Janeway blurted out. "Our shields have no effect, they must have hacked through our shield matrix," The Vulcan replied, looking directly at his captain, "257 of their crew have boarded, and the ship is retreating." Janeway acted as fast as she could. "To all crewmembers, we have been boarded, carry as many weapons as you can and head for emergency code alpha 3 delta," Janeway used the emergency code to get everyone to cargo bay two, there they could make a plan. Janeway was about to order the bridge crew to the cargo bay when 10 creatures surrounded the bridge crew. Janeway gasped, and all went black. **** Turner paced back and forth, as the ten agents stood silently in the holodeck. They had to keep to the plan, if this was going to even work. But with Paris in the brig, it was going to be a lot more difficult. "We have to get Paris out then, and only then, can we continue with the plan," Knight said, panic only slightly showing in her voice. "No, we need to carry on as normal, Paris will break out before it gets to bad," Turner argued, and by the look on the other agents faces, it looked like most of them agreed with him. "Listen, we need Paris, we can't do it without him, trust me," Knight shouted at the rest of the agents. "We can, and we must," Turner said coldly, looking at the other agents, "Who here agrees with me." Eight hands rose, but two remained firmly down. "Looks like I won Knight, now we got to get moving," Turner replied. Knight stared at him, was he really that stupid, or had all of this gone to his head. Being in charge. His plan would fail whatever it was, and she was going to be right here in order to show him how this game is really played. **** B'Elanna Torres opened her eyes slowly, and studied her surroundings. She was in one of the cargo bays, various crewmembers scatted around, some unconscious some fully awake but they were all equally helpless. There must have been at least half the crew in their, and most of the senior staff. *Well looks like our luck has finally run out* B'Elanna thought scanning the crowd again, she couldn't remember much only running somewhere, and suddenly blacking out. Then it hit her. Where was Tom? **** Paris saw the guard at the front of his cell collapse, and he knew it could only be one thing, the Mostha's mental powers. He knew he would be next and he had to get out of here, he couldn't go out the front way, even though he could get through the force field, no, he had to go. up. **** Paris heard the screaming below, but kept on crawling through the Jeffery tubes, he only hoped he could find the agents, they needed him at this battle, but they didn't know why. Yet. **** I know I know, but i've been really busy, but my timetable is easing off, little so, expect more soon, ohhh reviews make me work faster by the way.
Katta14
Rating: PG-13 to be on the safe side, but if you really wants to read it. I'm not stopping you; it's only Pg-13 cause of violence death, angst and all that stuff.
Summary; Tom Paris is not who he appears to be, he is an agent for the S.E.F (Special Elite forces) When he is sent 10 fresh new agents to train, it is a matter of time before the cover breaks, but that is not all which is on their mind.
Part 7 of????
I know this has taken me ages, but I have been very, very busy. But you know what makes me work quicker. REVIEWS.
The depth of a lie
****************** Chapter 7: Luck of the Game
He had messed it up, Paris thought as he paced back and forth in the small cell that he had been placed in. He had under estimated the crew and he are supposed friends. He was so rapped up in saving the crew of voyager, himself and the agents that he let one tiny clue slip, which Tuvok, like a good little Vulcan, followed until it came to him, Tom Paris. Yesterday he had replicated a S.E.F phaser with a disintegrator and laser detonator, these were all standard issue in the S.E.F, but completely unknown in Starfleet. So Tuvok found traces of one being made in the replicator, in Paris' quarters, he was taken to the brig and his quarters searched, they found the weapons, and some more unknown items and he was now almost certainly found guilty. The Mothsa were due any minute, and he was in the brig for overriding replicator and maybe even planning an attack against the crew. He had messed it up. Paris walked backwards until he hit a wall and sunk down, he had a plan, but it all depending on the luck of the game **** Casey lay on the sofa reading Jane Austin's 'Pride and Prejudice', she had read the book at least 10 times, but she never got tired of it. The concept of seeing one person when you first see them, and then seeing the opposite in a person once you get to know them fascinated her. She couldn't help but notice the likeness between Darcy and Paris. Casey had just got on to her favourite part when Knight came rushing through the doors, with an alerted look on her face. "Paris is in the brig," Knight blurted out. Casey dropped the padd, and stood up, a worried expression planted on her face, with no intention of moving. "Why, how, he can't be," Casey shouted waking around their quarters in frenzy, while Knight on the other hand was calm and thinking through what had to be done. "I don't know why, I was walking down a corridor, when I heard one of the security guards talking to his friend about how Paris is in the brig, I came straight here to tell you and the others," Knight said watching Casey walk around the room. " Now, we have to go tell Turner and the others, okay." Casey nodded and they both walked out the door, they both knew that time was running out, and without Paris, none of them would make it. **** BE'lanna couldn't believe it, Tom, her Tom in the brig for treason. Many people were saying that he hadn't changed and was still the lying traitor that came on this ship in the first place. BE'lanna didn't believe that Tom would do that; he loved her it had to be a set up, either way she was going to find out. BE'lanna got up and marched out of her quarters, she was going to find out what was going on. **** The Mothsa on board ran from corridor to corridor, the voices inside his head were getting stronger and more frequent, and this could only mean one thing. Suddenly the untamed voices stopped and silence flowed through its unstable mind. One voice broke the unusual silence, a feminine voice that was different to the others, more calm and control; the voice was clear and confident as it stated its purpose. "We're here," A mischievous smile shone through here words, the single Mothsa, looked around as red lights filled the corridor, he knew one thing, he wouldn't be alone for long, for their leader had come. **** Paris sat on the cot in the brig, watching as people ran to their stations, fully aware that red alert had just been declared through out the ship, but he knew that this was going to happen sooner or later, even though he had been dreading it for days. The security Guard that had been placed in front of his cell looked distraught and panicked. Paris knew that when the time came, he had to escape from this cell, and that the guard would not be a problem. All he had to do know was wait for the signal. **** Janeway couldn't believe what was happening, in one day she had put her best pilot in the brig, and an unknown ship was attacking them. "Are they responding to our hails," Janeway asked Harry, not even taking her eyes off the ship on the view screen in front of her. "They not responding captain," Harry replied, a slight hint of panic in his voice. "Tuvok fire at will," Janeway ordered, sitting down in her chair, but before even Tuvok could respond, the alien ship fired another weapon at them. "Report," Janeway barked out. "Captain, they are transporting aboard," Tuvok replied in a calm but clearly panic stricken voice, for a Vulcan. "What! But our shields are at 46%, that's not possible," Janeway blurted out. "Our shields have no effect, they must have hacked through our shield matrix," The Vulcan replied, looking directly at his captain, "257 of their crew have boarded, and the ship is retreating." Janeway acted as fast as she could. "To all crewmembers, we have been boarded, carry as many weapons as you can and head for emergency code alpha 3 delta," Janeway used the emergency code to get everyone to cargo bay two, there they could make a plan. Janeway was about to order the bridge crew to the cargo bay when 10 creatures surrounded the bridge crew. Janeway gasped, and all went black. **** Turner paced back and forth, as the ten agents stood silently in the holodeck. They had to keep to the plan, if this was going to even work. But with Paris in the brig, it was going to be a lot more difficult. "We have to get Paris out then, and only then, can we continue with the plan," Knight said, panic only slightly showing in her voice. "No, we need to carry on as normal, Paris will break out before it gets to bad," Turner argued, and by the look on the other agents faces, it looked like most of them agreed with him. "Listen, we need Paris, we can't do it without him, trust me," Knight shouted at the rest of the agents. "We can, and we must," Turner said coldly, looking at the other agents, "Who here agrees with me." Eight hands rose, but two remained firmly down. "Looks like I won Knight, now we got to get moving," Turner replied. Knight stared at him, was he really that stupid, or had all of this gone to his head. Being in charge. His plan would fail whatever it was, and she was going to be right here in order to show him how this game is really played. **** B'Elanna Torres opened her eyes slowly, and studied her surroundings. She was in one of the cargo bays, various crewmembers scatted around, some unconscious some fully awake but they were all equally helpless. There must have been at least half the crew in their, and most of the senior staff. *Well looks like our luck has finally run out* B'Elanna thought scanning the crowd again, she couldn't remember much only running somewhere, and suddenly blacking out. Then it hit her. Where was Tom? **** Paris saw the guard at the front of his cell collapse, and he knew it could only be one thing, the Mostha's mental powers. He knew he would be next and he had to get out of here, he couldn't go out the front way, even though he could get through the force field, no, he had to go. up. **** Paris heard the screaming below, but kept on crawling through the Jeffery tubes, he only hoped he could find the agents, they needed him at this battle, but they didn't know why. Yet. **** I know I know, but i've been really busy, but my timetable is easing off, little so, expect more soon, ohhh reviews make me work faster by the way.
Katta14