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characters or places not seen on T.V. are mine. Do not use them without my
express written permission. This story is the first in the Ilanyan
Chronicles. In this story we see Star Trek: Voyager cross over with
Babylon 5. The next stories, set on Ilanya will add first Stargate: SG-1
and then Earth: Final Conflict to the mix. Now for your reading pleasure,
I am proud to announce:
The Ilanyan Chronicles: Journey to the Fantasy Planet. Enjoy!
By: EagleWoman
"Captain, sensors detect three vessels of unknown origin off our port bow," Lt. Tuvok said from his station. "On screen," Captain Kathryn Janeway replied. The three sleek ships on the viewscreen vaguely called to mind a Romulan Bird of Prey. Clearly these ships weren't Romulan but alien. Which alien race they came from, the bridge crew was going to find out shortly. "Captain Kathryn Janeway to unidentified vessel, please respond." The image on the viewscreen changed from that of the ships to an interior of one of them. To their surprise the man sitting in the command chair wasn't an alien but a human. He was a distinguished looking older man; his graying hair had once been short-cropped but now was shaved to sandpaper rough stubble. Between this, the unknown uniform, and his military bearing he looked every inch the perfect soldier. Janeway thought he looked pleasant enough with his twinkling ice blue eyes and boyish grin. "Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager. How may we be of assistance?" "Captain John Sheridan of EarthForce station Babylon 5. We were on the way to meet the rest of our fleet for the next major offensive against the Shadows. Somehow we missed our rendez-vous and ended up here, wherever here is." " You don't know how long we've been out here without seeing a human face," she said, swallowing the urge to jump for joy. "Captain, one of the vessels is preparing to open fire," Tuvok said, interrupting their bonding session. "Unidentified vessel, stand down your weapons. Do not open fire," she communicated to one of the ships. The image of the man vanished from the viewscreen to be replaced by a woman's. She looked human and would have been if it weren't for the small bone crest rising slightly above her head. Dark brown hair waved faintly as it flowed to her shoulders. She was pretty but not in any conventional sense. Silken robes beautiful in their tasteful colors brushed the floor. Long sleeves tapered to a point. An air of confidence seemed to radiate from her, an aura of strength and wisdom suffusing every inch of the room. She sat in a command chair placed front and center on the bridge. "Please stand down," Janeway said to the woman. She turned to the alien man at her side and gave a command in a language the Universal Translator couldn't make out. "They're powering down weapons, Captain," Tuvok said. The woman returned her gaze to the Captain. "Ambassador Delenn, commander of the White Star fleet," the woman said by way of introduction. "Ambassador, as Captain of this vessel, I extend an invitation to you and the others of your fleet to stay on Voyager for as long as you'd like. We will do our best to make you feel comfortable. I will make sure my crew gives you a warm welcome," Janeway said. "My fleet accepts your generous offer. It would be an honor," the Minbari said, politely and respectfully. "We'll see you shortly. Voyager out," she said, cutting the channel. She turned to Chakotay, saying, "You're with me. Mr. Tuvok, Mr. Kim, you also come with me. Mr. Paris, you have the conn." The helmsman watched as they stepped into the turbolift, the doors closing behind them.
"That had to be one of the strangest first contacts I've ever made," Janeway said as they walked towards the transporter room to meet their guests. "I have to admit that it felt tense for a few seconds. I honestly thought that she was going to open fire," Ensign Harry Kim said in acknowledgment. "Thankfully, she didn't because we would have had a fairly difficult decision to make. On a lighter note, however, it will be good to have other humans we can talk to. However, I would like to meet and get to know Ambassador Delenn. She so far seems to be different from the other aliens we've met. She doesn't seem to be hostile nor does she have an ulterior motive. So far she doesn't seem to be keeping up a friendly façade to hide her true dark nature," Chakotay said. "Well, we are about to find out how right or wrong you are," Janeway said when they stopped before the transporter room doors. The doors opened and they walked in. Standing before the transporter platform was their visitors. The man and woman out in front were a study in contrasts. Captain Sheridan was tall, broad- shouldered, and strong. By contrast, Delenn was roughly a little under average height, slender, and delicate looking. Behind them were three men and one woman. Two of the men wore strange uniforms with unusual brooches, one alien, and the other human. If they had to guess, they would have said that the alien man was the same race as Delenn. Next to him stood the human male. Long dark brown hair and beard made him look like the evil Sheriff of Nottingham. He was shorter than Sheridan but still looked like he was fairly strong. At his side was the second woman. Her brown hair had been pulled back in a severe ponytail. She wore a uniform just like Sheridan's. Beside her was another human male, a light-skinned black man. His eyes were glossy black and his ebony hair was cropped close to his scalp. He also wore a uniform that looked like the woman's and Sheridan's. "Welcome aboard. I'm Kathryn Janeway, Captain of this vessel. My first officer, Chakotay. The Chief of Security, Lt. Tuvok. My Communications/Operations officer, Ensign Harry Kim."
"Captain John J. Sheridan of EarthForce station Babylon 5. Commander Susan Ivanova. Doctor Stephen Franklin, CMO of Medlab. Rangers Marcus Cole and Lennier, aide to the Minbari Ambassador. Delenn, Minbari Ambassador to Babylon 5 and Entil'Zha of the Anla'Shok." "Mr. Chakotay and Lt. Tuvok will show you to your quarters. I'll see you after you get settled in." Janeway turned on her heel and walked out of the transporter room.
Chakotay escorted the Ambassador to her quarters and showed her in the door. The room was fully furnished, including a strange object with sheets that required the user to lie perfectly flat. He watched her give it an odd look like she'd never seen anything like this before. "What is this," she asked, a confused and absolutely bewildered expression visible on her face. "This is a bed. We sleep on it."
"You mean you lie flat to sleep," Delenn asked, confusion shading her lightly accented voice. "Yes, humans prefer it over something strange like being inclined on the vertical," Chakotay said with a smile. "On Minbar we sleep exactly in that fashion. I still haven't adjusted to the concept of sleeping on the horizontal." "Give it time and you will." Before he could say another word, the doors slid open to admit Janeway. She looked first at the Ambassador then at her XO. "Is everything all right, Commander? No problems, I hope?"
"Yes, there is one slight problem, Captain."
"What is it, Commander?"
"It's the bed. Apparently, Minbari do not sleep lying perfectly flat, they sleep at an incline." "I am sorry, Ambassador, there isn't anything we can do. You'll have to sleep in this bed." "May be there is. We could specially replicate one if we knew the exact parameters." "All right, Commander. This evening someone will get on this for you."
"Thank you, Captain," Delenn said. "Your friends are waiting outside. First place on the tour is Sickbay. It's just a routine check up. We want to make sure that you're not going to cause a ship wide epidemic."
"We understand." Janeway exited into the corridor with Chakotay and Delenn in her wake.
After the tour and lunch, it was back to work. The next few days passed uneventfully. One day the following week, something exciting happened. Ensign Kim made the discovery of an orbital shipyard where there were docked ships from a startling array of alien races. "Captain, almost none of these ships are on record in the ship's computer. Most come from races native to the Delta Quadrant. What a minute," he said taking a glance at his readings. "This is quite interesting," Kim added after his pause. "What is it, Mr. Kim," Janeway asked, her curiosity sufficiently piqued. "Sensors detect several Federation vessels as well as a number of Klingon, Romulan, and Cardassian ships. Delenn will be pleased with this news. The rest of her White star fleet comprises a portion of the assembled ships. I am also detecting a handful of ships of unknown origin. They do not appear to be of Delta Quadrant manufacture. Captain, another thing I think you might find interesting, is that I'm reading human life signs on a number of the vessels." "That is most interesting indeed, Mr. Kim. Open a channel, Ensign. I'd like to speak with anyone who will listen." "Channel open, Captain."
"This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager to alien fleet. Please respond." The viewscreen image of the shipyard was replaced by the interior view of one the vessels from an unknown alien race. Both pilot and his copilot were human to the great relief of the crew. One man wore some sort of uniform with a strange patch sewed onto a sleeve. It depicted what looked like an A without a middle line, a circle posed above it. The other sleeve also bore a patch with the letters "SG" on it. Placed in the middle was a Iarge number one. "Colonel Jack O'Neill, SG-1," said the pilot. "Is there anything we can do for you, Colonel?" Before he could speak a petite blonde woman stepped into the frame and whispered something completely inaudible in O'Neill's ear.
"Yes, Carter. All right, I will." He waved her off, sending her to stand beside a third human man. "What did she ask you," Janeway asked. "Carter wanted to know if you wouldn't mind if we joined you."
"I would enjoy having you with us. Come aboard and we can talk over dinner."
"We'll be there, Captain. O'Neill, over and out." The Colonel's ship disappeared from the viewscreen; in its place was the face of an alien man.
"Neroon of the Warrior Caste, at your service. I would like to speak to the Entil'Zha." She tapped her commbadge with a finger. "Janeway to Ambassador Delenn." "Delenn," said a voice over the commlink.
"There's someone who wants to talk to you. He says his name is Neroon."
"On my way."
"Janeway out." Chakotay turned around as the turbolift doors opened and the Ambassador stepped onto the bridge. "Neroon," she said bowing respectfully. "Entil'Zha," the Minbari bowed in response. Once the conversation got itself rolling, they switched from Federation Standard to what could possibly a dialect of their language. The Universal Translator was unable to translate as the language wasn't in the database. Everyone on the bridge listened to the conversation even though they didn't understand a word. For half an hour they casually talked then finally got around to business. It took a lot less long for them to agree for the rest of her fleet to join Voyager. Neroon cut the connection. Janeway watched as Delenn departed from the bridge. From the shipyard came the White Stars with the alien vessel in tow. She smiled at this greatly needed addition. This was the shot in the arm they'd been waiting for. Finally, after six months they were getting it.
Transporter Room One U.S.S. Voyager Two hours later
Janeway walked into the Transporter Room, Chakotay, Tuvok, and Harry Kim following just behind. On the platform stood the mysterious SG-1. Three men and a woman comprised their team. Colonel O'Neill, an older man, appeared to be the one in charge. His medium brown hair was short-cropped and ever-so slightly tousled. Milk chocolate brown eyes glistened with a slight hint of a mischievous gleam. What he wore as a uniform seemed drab for it was only a dull olive green; no other colors relieved the monotony. Fresh scars marred the smooth skin of face and neck. The man looked like a tough soldier, hardened by years of brutal combat. Towering over Colonel O'Neill was a burly, dark-skinned man with a strange gold emblem embossed in his forehead. Beside him was the woman from the alien ship. She was even more attractive in person. Her silky golden blonde hair softly framed a pale face in which was set two gorgeous sapphire blue eyes. Complexion was flawless with nary a blemish to be seen. Major Carter didn't have any gray hairs or lines around her eyes. Because of what she was she never would. Slung across her chest was a leather strap from which depended a large pouch. Carter slid her hand inside it, slipping into the Goa'uld ribbon device she'd obtained from Kendra. Its large stone set in her palm glowed faintly. She slid her hand free of the pouch and smiled fondly at her new weapon. The time would come when she could test it on something other than the ground but until then she'd have to be patient. Carter returned her ribbon device to her pouch before O'Neill could see what she'd been doing. Janeway noticed that this woman like the others was armed with guns, knives, and hand grenades. She wondered why they'd need all of these weapons. Rounding out the group was a third man. He like Colonel O'Neill had brown hair but his was closely cropped in an almost military-style crew cut. Brown eyes swept the room, his tape recorder-like mind taking it all in. Like the Major he didn't have a single gray hair or lines on his face. Just like her he'd never have either. He was also whatever she was. Janeway and her officers stepped up towards the platform as SG-1 stepped down from it. She approached with her hand outstretched. O'Neill took the hand she proffered and gave it a gentle shake. "Captain Kathryn Janeway. Welcome aboard."
"Colonel Jack O'Neill, SG-1. This is Teal'c. Major Samantha Carter but her friends call her "Sam." Jonas Quinn of Kelowna." She introduced her officers, pointing out each one in turn. "My first officer, Chakotay. Lt. Commander Tuvok, Chief of Security. Ensign Harry Kim, Chief Operations/Communications Officer. Follow me, we'll just make a quick stop in Sickbay." Janeway turned to walk out of the room with the others firmly in tow.
By: EagleWoman
"Captain, sensors detect three vessels of unknown origin off our port bow," Lt. Tuvok said from his station. "On screen," Captain Kathryn Janeway replied. The three sleek ships on the viewscreen vaguely called to mind a Romulan Bird of Prey. Clearly these ships weren't Romulan but alien. Which alien race they came from, the bridge crew was going to find out shortly. "Captain Kathryn Janeway to unidentified vessel, please respond." The image on the viewscreen changed from that of the ships to an interior of one of them. To their surprise the man sitting in the command chair wasn't an alien but a human. He was a distinguished looking older man; his graying hair had once been short-cropped but now was shaved to sandpaper rough stubble. Between this, the unknown uniform, and his military bearing he looked every inch the perfect soldier. Janeway thought he looked pleasant enough with his twinkling ice blue eyes and boyish grin. "Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager. How may we be of assistance?" "Captain John Sheridan of EarthForce station Babylon 5. We were on the way to meet the rest of our fleet for the next major offensive against the Shadows. Somehow we missed our rendez-vous and ended up here, wherever here is." " You don't know how long we've been out here without seeing a human face," she said, swallowing the urge to jump for joy. "Captain, one of the vessels is preparing to open fire," Tuvok said, interrupting their bonding session. "Unidentified vessel, stand down your weapons. Do not open fire," she communicated to one of the ships. The image of the man vanished from the viewscreen to be replaced by a woman's. She looked human and would have been if it weren't for the small bone crest rising slightly above her head. Dark brown hair waved faintly as it flowed to her shoulders. She was pretty but not in any conventional sense. Silken robes beautiful in their tasteful colors brushed the floor. Long sleeves tapered to a point. An air of confidence seemed to radiate from her, an aura of strength and wisdom suffusing every inch of the room. She sat in a command chair placed front and center on the bridge. "Please stand down," Janeway said to the woman. She turned to the alien man at her side and gave a command in a language the Universal Translator couldn't make out. "They're powering down weapons, Captain," Tuvok said. The woman returned her gaze to the Captain. "Ambassador Delenn, commander of the White Star fleet," the woman said by way of introduction. "Ambassador, as Captain of this vessel, I extend an invitation to you and the others of your fleet to stay on Voyager for as long as you'd like. We will do our best to make you feel comfortable. I will make sure my crew gives you a warm welcome," Janeway said. "My fleet accepts your generous offer. It would be an honor," the Minbari said, politely and respectfully. "We'll see you shortly. Voyager out," she said, cutting the channel. She turned to Chakotay, saying, "You're with me. Mr. Tuvok, Mr. Kim, you also come with me. Mr. Paris, you have the conn." The helmsman watched as they stepped into the turbolift, the doors closing behind them.
"That had to be one of the strangest first contacts I've ever made," Janeway said as they walked towards the transporter room to meet their guests. "I have to admit that it felt tense for a few seconds. I honestly thought that she was going to open fire," Ensign Harry Kim said in acknowledgment. "Thankfully, she didn't because we would have had a fairly difficult decision to make. On a lighter note, however, it will be good to have other humans we can talk to. However, I would like to meet and get to know Ambassador Delenn. She so far seems to be different from the other aliens we've met. She doesn't seem to be hostile nor does she have an ulterior motive. So far she doesn't seem to be keeping up a friendly façade to hide her true dark nature," Chakotay said. "Well, we are about to find out how right or wrong you are," Janeway said when they stopped before the transporter room doors. The doors opened and they walked in. Standing before the transporter platform was their visitors. The man and woman out in front were a study in contrasts. Captain Sheridan was tall, broad- shouldered, and strong. By contrast, Delenn was roughly a little under average height, slender, and delicate looking. Behind them were three men and one woman. Two of the men wore strange uniforms with unusual brooches, one alien, and the other human. If they had to guess, they would have said that the alien man was the same race as Delenn. Next to him stood the human male. Long dark brown hair and beard made him look like the evil Sheriff of Nottingham. He was shorter than Sheridan but still looked like he was fairly strong. At his side was the second woman. Her brown hair had been pulled back in a severe ponytail. She wore a uniform just like Sheridan's. Beside her was another human male, a light-skinned black man. His eyes were glossy black and his ebony hair was cropped close to his scalp. He also wore a uniform that looked like the woman's and Sheridan's. "Welcome aboard. I'm Kathryn Janeway, Captain of this vessel. My first officer, Chakotay. The Chief of Security, Lt. Tuvok. My Communications/Operations officer, Ensign Harry Kim."
"Captain John J. Sheridan of EarthForce station Babylon 5. Commander Susan Ivanova. Doctor Stephen Franklin, CMO of Medlab. Rangers Marcus Cole and Lennier, aide to the Minbari Ambassador. Delenn, Minbari Ambassador to Babylon 5 and Entil'Zha of the Anla'Shok." "Mr. Chakotay and Lt. Tuvok will show you to your quarters. I'll see you after you get settled in." Janeway turned on her heel and walked out of the transporter room.
Chakotay escorted the Ambassador to her quarters and showed her in the door. The room was fully furnished, including a strange object with sheets that required the user to lie perfectly flat. He watched her give it an odd look like she'd never seen anything like this before. "What is this," she asked, a confused and absolutely bewildered expression visible on her face. "This is a bed. We sleep on it."
"You mean you lie flat to sleep," Delenn asked, confusion shading her lightly accented voice. "Yes, humans prefer it over something strange like being inclined on the vertical," Chakotay said with a smile. "On Minbar we sleep exactly in that fashion. I still haven't adjusted to the concept of sleeping on the horizontal." "Give it time and you will." Before he could say another word, the doors slid open to admit Janeway. She looked first at the Ambassador then at her XO. "Is everything all right, Commander? No problems, I hope?"
"Yes, there is one slight problem, Captain."
"What is it, Commander?"
"It's the bed. Apparently, Minbari do not sleep lying perfectly flat, they sleep at an incline." "I am sorry, Ambassador, there isn't anything we can do. You'll have to sleep in this bed." "May be there is. We could specially replicate one if we knew the exact parameters." "All right, Commander. This evening someone will get on this for you."
"Thank you, Captain," Delenn said. "Your friends are waiting outside. First place on the tour is Sickbay. It's just a routine check up. We want to make sure that you're not going to cause a ship wide epidemic."
"We understand." Janeway exited into the corridor with Chakotay and Delenn in her wake.
After the tour and lunch, it was back to work. The next few days passed uneventfully. One day the following week, something exciting happened. Ensign Kim made the discovery of an orbital shipyard where there were docked ships from a startling array of alien races. "Captain, almost none of these ships are on record in the ship's computer. Most come from races native to the Delta Quadrant. What a minute," he said taking a glance at his readings. "This is quite interesting," Kim added after his pause. "What is it, Mr. Kim," Janeway asked, her curiosity sufficiently piqued. "Sensors detect several Federation vessels as well as a number of Klingon, Romulan, and Cardassian ships. Delenn will be pleased with this news. The rest of her White star fleet comprises a portion of the assembled ships. I am also detecting a handful of ships of unknown origin. They do not appear to be of Delta Quadrant manufacture. Captain, another thing I think you might find interesting, is that I'm reading human life signs on a number of the vessels." "That is most interesting indeed, Mr. Kim. Open a channel, Ensign. I'd like to speak with anyone who will listen." "Channel open, Captain."
"This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager to alien fleet. Please respond." The viewscreen image of the shipyard was replaced by the interior view of one the vessels from an unknown alien race. Both pilot and his copilot were human to the great relief of the crew. One man wore some sort of uniform with a strange patch sewed onto a sleeve. It depicted what looked like an A without a middle line, a circle posed above it. The other sleeve also bore a patch with the letters "SG" on it. Placed in the middle was a Iarge number one. "Colonel Jack O'Neill, SG-1," said the pilot. "Is there anything we can do for you, Colonel?" Before he could speak a petite blonde woman stepped into the frame and whispered something completely inaudible in O'Neill's ear.
"Yes, Carter. All right, I will." He waved her off, sending her to stand beside a third human man. "What did she ask you," Janeway asked. "Carter wanted to know if you wouldn't mind if we joined you."
"I would enjoy having you with us. Come aboard and we can talk over dinner."
"We'll be there, Captain. O'Neill, over and out." The Colonel's ship disappeared from the viewscreen; in its place was the face of an alien man.
"Neroon of the Warrior Caste, at your service. I would like to speak to the Entil'Zha." She tapped her commbadge with a finger. "Janeway to Ambassador Delenn." "Delenn," said a voice over the commlink.
"There's someone who wants to talk to you. He says his name is Neroon."
"On my way."
"Janeway out." Chakotay turned around as the turbolift doors opened and the Ambassador stepped onto the bridge. "Neroon," she said bowing respectfully. "Entil'Zha," the Minbari bowed in response. Once the conversation got itself rolling, they switched from Federation Standard to what could possibly a dialect of their language. The Universal Translator was unable to translate as the language wasn't in the database. Everyone on the bridge listened to the conversation even though they didn't understand a word. For half an hour they casually talked then finally got around to business. It took a lot less long for them to agree for the rest of her fleet to join Voyager. Neroon cut the connection. Janeway watched as Delenn departed from the bridge. From the shipyard came the White Stars with the alien vessel in tow. She smiled at this greatly needed addition. This was the shot in the arm they'd been waiting for. Finally, after six months they were getting it.
Transporter Room One U.S.S. Voyager Two hours later
Janeway walked into the Transporter Room, Chakotay, Tuvok, and Harry Kim following just behind. On the platform stood the mysterious SG-1. Three men and a woman comprised their team. Colonel O'Neill, an older man, appeared to be the one in charge. His medium brown hair was short-cropped and ever-so slightly tousled. Milk chocolate brown eyes glistened with a slight hint of a mischievous gleam. What he wore as a uniform seemed drab for it was only a dull olive green; no other colors relieved the monotony. Fresh scars marred the smooth skin of face and neck. The man looked like a tough soldier, hardened by years of brutal combat. Towering over Colonel O'Neill was a burly, dark-skinned man with a strange gold emblem embossed in his forehead. Beside him was the woman from the alien ship. She was even more attractive in person. Her silky golden blonde hair softly framed a pale face in which was set two gorgeous sapphire blue eyes. Complexion was flawless with nary a blemish to be seen. Major Carter didn't have any gray hairs or lines around her eyes. Because of what she was she never would. Slung across her chest was a leather strap from which depended a large pouch. Carter slid her hand inside it, slipping into the Goa'uld ribbon device she'd obtained from Kendra. Its large stone set in her palm glowed faintly. She slid her hand free of the pouch and smiled fondly at her new weapon. The time would come when she could test it on something other than the ground but until then she'd have to be patient. Carter returned her ribbon device to her pouch before O'Neill could see what she'd been doing. Janeway noticed that this woman like the others was armed with guns, knives, and hand grenades. She wondered why they'd need all of these weapons. Rounding out the group was a third man. He like Colonel O'Neill had brown hair but his was closely cropped in an almost military-style crew cut. Brown eyes swept the room, his tape recorder-like mind taking it all in. Like the Major he didn't have a single gray hair or lines on his face. Just like her he'd never have either. He was also whatever she was. Janeway and her officers stepped up towards the platform as SG-1 stepped down from it. She approached with her hand outstretched. O'Neill took the hand she proffered and gave it a gentle shake. "Captain Kathryn Janeway. Welcome aboard."
"Colonel Jack O'Neill, SG-1. This is Teal'c. Major Samantha Carter but her friends call her "Sam." Jonas Quinn of Kelowna." She introduced her officers, pointing out each one in turn. "My first officer, Chakotay. Lt. Commander Tuvok, Chief of Security. Ensign Harry Kim, Chief Operations/Communications Officer. Follow me, we'll just make a quick stop in Sickbay." Janeway turned to walk out of the room with the others firmly in tow.