Journey to the Fantasy Planet
Chapter Two
The EMH walked around Teal'c, studying the Jaffa from all angles. He scanned him with the tricorder in an almost bored fashion until the instrument detected an intriguing anomaly. "Captain, would you take a look at this," the EMH said as he handed the tricorder to Janeway. "What am I looking at," she asked, pointing at the readout. "Two life sign readings. One life sign reading is Teal'c's and the other belongs to an alien organism." "It's called a Goa'uld. Jaffa on Chulak are forced to become a host to a larva at a young age," the Jaffa clarified. "What about the others? A clean bill of health, Doctor?"
"Yes, all are fit and in excellent health. Colonel, whoever your doctor is they're certainly doing a good job of caring for the four of you."
"Dr. Fraiser would be happy to hear that," O'Neill said. "You're free to go and I've given all of you a clean bill of health." The expressions on their faces clearly showed their relief. Teal'C slid down from the biobed and made to follow after.
On the way to Engineering, they abruptly stopped in the corridor. From around the corner came a uniformed man and woman in the company of a second woman dressed in silken robes. The threesome also stopped. O'Neill examined each from top down seeming to assess their fighting strength. The alien woman was pretty in a non-threatening sort of way. He didn't think she'd last a second in a fight as she looked to be quite delicate. Now, the other woman was a different story. Yes, she definitely was attractive. However, she appeared to be more than just a pretty face. This woman would be good in a fight and he'd certainly want her to watch his back along with Carter. Finally, there was the man. If O'Neill needed additional muscle to supplement that which he already got from Teal'c this is who he'd get. He was half a head taller than the Colonel and twice as strong. "So, Captain, who are these people," Quinn asked, speaking for the first time since coming aboard. "Captain John Sheridan of EarthForce station Babylon 5. Commander Susan Ivanova. Ambassador Delenn, Entil'Zha of the Anla'shok." "Colonel Jack O'Neill, SG-1. My second, Major Samantha Carter. Teal'c. Jonas Quinn." Everybody shook hands but the Minbari dipped a shallow bow.
"See you tonight at dinner," Janeway said as they walked away. Sheridan said over his shoulder, "We'll be there and it was a pleasure meeting you, Colonel." He turned around and walked off. Janeway's combadge chirped before she could speak another word. "Sickbay to Janeway." "Janeway here."
"Captain, you might want to come to Sickbay. We've got three injured people rescued from a damaged craft," said the Doctor's Ocampa nurse. "On my way."
"Sickbay out."
"Something's just come up and we can't finish the tour. Ensign Kim will assign you temporary quarters until tonight. Mr. Tuvok, Commander, come with me." The ensign moved quickly to follow his captain's orders while the others strode off.
Janeway stepped into Sickbay, Tuvok and Chakotay hot on her heels. "Doctor, what have we got?"
"Two men and a woman ranging in age between early thirties to forties. One Asian. Injuries are not life threatening. There are some interesting things I think you might want to see." He shepherded them to the main medconsole and tapped in several commands. On the screen appeared images of the young man's DNA. "I have treated half-alien patients but this is strange. He doesn't have the two strands that normally appear in half- aliens. The top two strands are from his alien father and human mother. Captain, see this bottom strand? It's from his third parent, a second human father." The Doctor tapped more commands into the computer and the image changed. "On top is a strand of the young man's DNA. Below is a strand of his companion's DNA." He entered another string of commands before continuing. "As you see they are a perfect match. One part of the mystery is solved. Next question would be who are his two other parents. We won't have that answer until we can speak to the young man." A moan issued forth from the throat of one of the men. He sat up, rubbing his head. "Where am I?" "You are on the Federation starship Voyager. Captain Kathryn Janeway." "Special Agent Ronald Sandoval, Companion Protector to Synod Leader Zo'or." Electric energy raced across her skin and she had a moment of stunning clarity. In this moment his glamour crumbled away. Sandoval had grown tall and terrible. His flowing black hair had death's head beads braided into it. Eyes were a demonic glowing red making him look like some fiend from Hell. The suit and tie was gone to be replaced by a long silken black robe decorated with images of red dragons. From one ear dangled a sword, a death's head from the other. A ruby studded scabbard hanging from a belt made of silver skulls. Its pommel was a skull, blood rubies set into its eyeholes. Boots were red adorned by black dragons. Hovering above his opened hands were orbs in which swirled every hue of the rainbow. Every once in a while they cleared to reveal beings of light that were the souls imprisoned within. He closed his hands then opened them, causing the orbs to vanish. Sandoval was now in possession of a roiling black aura. His son got down from the biobed in a swift fluid movement. The Protector did the same belying his size. "Druzman, Lord of Darkness, I didn't expect to see you so soon. Come walk with us," she said with a beckoning gesture. A third person, a leggy brunette, descended from their biobed to come follow.
When they entered the Holodeck, Janeway found Neelix and Carter preparing the dining hall for the night's meal. In the interval that had passed since she'd last seen the younger woman, the Major had obviously figured out how to use the replicator. A white peasant shirt tucked into a pair of soft khakis and fashionable black high heel boots had replaced the uniform. Through the belt loops she'd slipped a belt with an ornately decorated silver oval buckle. Adorning her pale throat was a sparkling jet bead collar. In her ears were spectacular sapphire chandelier earrings and small chips that set off her lovely blue eyes. Concealed under her clothes were two things, which shall remain nameless for now, that a soldier shouldn't have on her person. "Sam, Neelix, how's the decoration coming along?" "Slowly," Carter said, a look of frustration on her fresh young face. She stepped away from Neelix to stand in the center of the room. With a wave of her hand, the roof rose higher. Unremarkable wood rafters transformed to ones of spun crystal. Emerald tiles caught the light of the torches. Bare stone walls were now polished limestone. Cold floor of marble changed to gold etched glass. As a final touch, royal banners dropped down from the rafters, tapestries appeared on the walls, and the plain torches recreated themselves as silver dragon sconces, unlit torches clutched in their claws. The tabletop was now inlaid with pieces of colored glass. Carter flitted from sconce to sconce, the torches springing to joyful light under her touch. Who or what was this young woman of the golden hair, twinkling blue eyes, gentle laughter, and infectious smile? A FireMage, perhaps? A flourish of a hand and the Great Hall filled with the music of minstrels. One, a young man with a mandolin, started to sing a ballad of a fierce warrior woman named Rya. :Play something else, Malcolm. Try a funeral dirge for you,: she screamed into his mind. :Forgive me, Lady Zvanya. I didn't mean to offend you.: :Too, late, Malcolm. You've already offended me just by your very existence.: Carter strolled over to the offending minstrel and seized the mandolin. She smashed it over her knee, reducing it to splinters. Seemingly from nowhere she produced the ribbon device. Janeway watched as she slipped it onto her hand. Neelix quit admiring the young woman's decorating job and came to stand at her side. To their horror, Carter seemed to be enjoying the youth's pain. He convulsed as blood streamed from his nose. Malcolm howled in agony while the gem's bright light seared his brain. : Please, have mercy! You don't have to do this! I promise I will follow your every wish and whim from now on, my Lady! : "You should have thought about it sooner. Now, Malcolm, prepare to feel the wrath of Zvanya!" Off came the ribbon device. Fire shot forth from her fingers. His charred body fell away. She waved her hand and the dead minstrel shimmered out of existence. A new young man replaced Malcolm. This one had the sense to play a court dance. Janeway turned away from Neelix and Carter when Harry walked in with Kes. They looked around in amazement at the beauty of the Great Hall.
"Well, Captain, I see we're no longer needed."
"No, no, stay. Don't you like it?"
"Yes. Could you give me the name of your decorator? My quarters are in desperate need of redecoration."
"It was Sam here. She did it all." "When do you want me to come around for a consultation," she said with a smile. "Tomorrow, after I go off duty." O'Neill walked in with Quinn, both who smiled at their teammate in admiration. "The decorating is done but don't go. Stay and let's talk." That's exactly what they did. For an hour they talked then the others began to trickle in and take seats at the table. After everyone was assembled, Neelix gestured to the servants to begin serving. When dinner was finished they danced. Carter took her first dance with Sandoval's young son, Liam Kincaid. Everything went fine until she began to feel a painful flash of light fill her head. A "third" mental eye snapped open. "Colonel, she's gone! Janet's gone! Anubis kidnapped her from the base. Sekhmet! Sekhmet is her name now! Her eyes glow, how they glow! She is now his bride. Kelowna, Jonas, my God! The people are slaves and forced to work in the Naquada mines. A slave, his back bare! Red welts rise on his back with every stinging lash of her whip. No, no! No more," she said as the vision faded and the Mind's Eye snapped shut. O'Neill rushed over to her. "What's wrong, Sam?"
"Janet's a Goa'uld. Worse still, she's the bride of that horrible monster Anubis!" "This is bad news indeed. We'll have to inform the General when we get back." "Let's worry about this later, sir. I'm sure we'll find her and bring her back. Right now, we should enjoy the evening and the company of our gracious hosts."
"You're right, Carter, as always." O'Neill spied the lovely Ivanova talking to Janeway and made a beeline to join them. "Are you all right, Sam," Liam asked with a look of worry on his face. "Yes, but I'm sure I gave you a good scare." "No, no. I'm used to it. My father has them all the time." A new dance began before he could elaborate any further. He now had a new partner, so did Carter. The party wore on for hours leaving the poor doctor all alone in Sickbay.
While the crew was having a good time dancing the night away, the Doctor was working away busily. In a flash of inspiration, he decided to create a new hologram to keep him company. Now was as good a time as any to test out his hologram creation program. "Computer, open EMHthetatwo-two- five." A skeleton shimmered into being. It could have been Goliath's. A few commands and he was looking at the skeleton of a female standing no more than 5'5". Organs, tissue, and muscle appeared followed by skin. Hair was brown and short, eyes the same deep milk chocolate. She wore a uniform of white shirt, navy blue miniskirt. Over this she had a white lab coat, a stethoscope around her neck. Clipped on her pocket was a penlight. The holographic Dr. Janet Fraiser glowered at him, impatiently tapping a small high heel clad foot. She stood there silently, sizing up her fellow physician. He strode away to his office without uttering a word. At a moment like this it was a shame she was a hologram and not a flesh and blood person. The living version was a Mage of immense power, thousands of years old. Had that Janet been present, the EMH would have just met his unfortunate end. Just then the doors slid open and a woman stepped into the room. She kept walking until she ran into a person she didn't realize was there. The woman looked out to see that she'd collided with a dark haired woman of roughly average height who appeared to be no older than Sam. Her gaze immediately fell upon the young woman's ears. They were pointed, her eyebrows thin and upward arching. No, she wasn't a Vulcan. Something else then. But what? Janeway couldn't think of it at this moment. May be later she'd remember. "Sorry, I mustn't have been looking where I was going," Janeway numbly apologized. They disentangled themselves from each other and took several steps back. "Who are you? I don't remember seeing you," she snapped rather waspishly. "Dr. Janet Fraiser, chief physician to the SGC." "Captain Kathryn Janeway. Welcome aboard." The hand that reached out to grip her arm was small, delicate- looking, and heavily tattooed with strange blue designs. She didn't understand at first what was happening but then slowly the realization dawned on her. Janeway gently gripped Janet's slender arm in her hand. For a moment the two women stood there, holding each other by the arm. After the moment passed, they pulled apart. On closer inspection she noticed that the young woman hadn't always been a doctor. Every visible inch of skin had been etched with those intriguing blue designs. Beneath the uniform Janeway could see that the doctor's body was slightly muscular. It was immediately obvious that before joining the medical profession, she'd been a warrior. Besides the tattoos and muscle, the other sign that she'd started out as warrior was that her hands were calloused. Janet had obviously wielded a sword long before she ever picked up a stethoscope. "Have you seen the Doctor," Janeway asked the young woman. "Yes, he was just here a minute ago. Now he's gone off somewhere." "Do know where he went?"
"His office." "Thanks. It was a pleasure meeting you, Janet." Janeway walked away and the doctor stood alone in the middle of the room.
The EMH walked around Teal'c, studying the Jaffa from all angles. He scanned him with the tricorder in an almost bored fashion until the instrument detected an intriguing anomaly. "Captain, would you take a look at this," the EMH said as he handed the tricorder to Janeway. "What am I looking at," she asked, pointing at the readout. "Two life sign readings. One life sign reading is Teal'c's and the other belongs to an alien organism." "It's called a Goa'uld. Jaffa on Chulak are forced to become a host to a larva at a young age," the Jaffa clarified. "What about the others? A clean bill of health, Doctor?"
"Yes, all are fit and in excellent health. Colonel, whoever your doctor is they're certainly doing a good job of caring for the four of you."
"Dr. Fraiser would be happy to hear that," O'Neill said. "You're free to go and I've given all of you a clean bill of health." The expressions on their faces clearly showed their relief. Teal'C slid down from the biobed and made to follow after.
On the way to Engineering, they abruptly stopped in the corridor. From around the corner came a uniformed man and woman in the company of a second woman dressed in silken robes. The threesome also stopped. O'Neill examined each from top down seeming to assess their fighting strength. The alien woman was pretty in a non-threatening sort of way. He didn't think she'd last a second in a fight as she looked to be quite delicate. Now, the other woman was a different story. Yes, she definitely was attractive. However, she appeared to be more than just a pretty face. This woman would be good in a fight and he'd certainly want her to watch his back along with Carter. Finally, there was the man. If O'Neill needed additional muscle to supplement that which he already got from Teal'c this is who he'd get. He was half a head taller than the Colonel and twice as strong. "So, Captain, who are these people," Quinn asked, speaking for the first time since coming aboard. "Captain John Sheridan of EarthForce station Babylon 5. Commander Susan Ivanova. Ambassador Delenn, Entil'Zha of the Anla'shok." "Colonel Jack O'Neill, SG-1. My second, Major Samantha Carter. Teal'c. Jonas Quinn." Everybody shook hands but the Minbari dipped a shallow bow.
"See you tonight at dinner," Janeway said as they walked away. Sheridan said over his shoulder, "We'll be there and it was a pleasure meeting you, Colonel." He turned around and walked off. Janeway's combadge chirped before she could speak another word. "Sickbay to Janeway." "Janeway here."
"Captain, you might want to come to Sickbay. We've got three injured people rescued from a damaged craft," said the Doctor's Ocampa nurse. "On my way."
"Sickbay out."
"Something's just come up and we can't finish the tour. Ensign Kim will assign you temporary quarters until tonight. Mr. Tuvok, Commander, come with me." The ensign moved quickly to follow his captain's orders while the others strode off.
Janeway stepped into Sickbay, Tuvok and Chakotay hot on her heels. "Doctor, what have we got?"
"Two men and a woman ranging in age between early thirties to forties. One Asian. Injuries are not life threatening. There are some interesting things I think you might want to see." He shepherded them to the main medconsole and tapped in several commands. On the screen appeared images of the young man's DNA. "I have treated half-alien patients but this is strange. He doesn't have the two strands that normally appear in half- aliens. The top two strands are from his alien father and human mother. Captain, see this bottom strand? It's from his third parent, a second human father." The Doctor tapped more commands into the computer and the image changed. "On top is a strand of the young man's DNA. Below is a strand of his companion's DNA." He entered another string of commands before continuing. "As you see they are a perfect match. One part of the mystery is solved. Next question would be who are his two other parents. We won't have that answer until we can speak to the young man." A moan issued forth from the throat of one of the men. He sat up, rubbing his head. "Where am I?" "You are on the Federation starship Voyager. Captain Kathryn Janeway." "Special Agent Ronald Sandoval, Companion Protector to Synod Leader Zo'or." Electric energy raced across her skin and she had a moment of stunning clarity. In this moment his glamour crumbled away. Sandoval had grown tall and terrible. His flowing black hair had death's head beads braided into it. Eyes were a demonic glowing red making him look like some fiend from Hell. The suit and tie was gone to be replaced by a long silken black robe decorated with images of red dragons. From one ear dangled a sword, a death's head from the other. A ruby studded scabbard hanging from a belt made of silver skulls. Its pommel was a skull, blood rubies set into its eyeholes. Boots were red adorned by black dragons. Hovering above his opened hands were orbs in which swirled every hue of the rainbow. Every once in a while they cleared to reveal beings of light that were the souls imprisoned within. He closed his hands then opened them, causing the orbs to vanish. Sandoval was now in possession of a roiling black aura. His son got down from the biobed in a swift fluid movement. The Protector did the same belying his size. "Druzman, Lord of Darkness, I didn't expect to see you so soon. Come walk with us," she said with a beckoning gesture. A third person, a leggy brunette, descended from their biobed to come follow.
When they entered the Holodeck, Janeway found Neelix and Carter preparing the dining hall for the night's meal. In the interval that had passed since she'd last seen the younger woman, the Major had obviously figured out how to use the replicator. A white peasant shirt tucked into a pair of soft khakis and fashionable black high heel boots had replaced the uniform. Through the belt loops she'd slipped a belt with an ornately decorated silver oval buckle. Adorning her pale throat was a sparkling jet bead collar. In her ears were spectacular sapphire chandelier earrings and small chips that set off her lovely blue eyes. Concealed under her clothes were two things, which shall remain nameless for now, that a soldier shouldn't have on her person. "Sam, Neelix, how's the decoration coming along?" "Slowly," Carter said, a look of frustration on her fresh young face. She stepped away from Neelix to stand in the center of the room. With a wave of her hand, the roof rose higher. Unremarkable wood rafters transformed to ones of spun crystal. Emerald tiles caught the light of the torches. Bare stone walls were now polished limestone. Cold floor of marble changed to gold etched glass. As a final touch, royal banners dropped down from the rafters, tapestries appeared on the walls, and the plain torches recreated themselves as silver dragon sconces, unlit torches clutched in their claws. The tabletop was now inlaid with pieces of colored glass. Carter flitted from sconce to sconce, the torches springing to joyful light under her touch. Who or what was this young woman of the golden hair, twinkling blue eyes, gentle laughter, and infectious smile? A FireMage, perhaps? A flourish of a hand and the Great Hall filled with the music of minstrels. One, a young man with a mandolin, started to sing a ballad of a fierce warrior woman named Rya. :Play something else, Malcolm. Try a funeral dirge for you,: she screamed into his mind. :Forgive me, Lady Zvanya. I didn't mean to offend you.: :Too, late, Malcolm. You've already offended me just by your very existence.: Carter strolled over to the offending minstrel and seized the mandolin. She smashed it over her knee, reducing it to splinters. Seemingly from nowhere she produced the ribbon device. Janeway watched as she slipped it onto her hand. Neelix quit admiring the young woman's decorating job and came to stand at her side. To their horror, Carter seemed to be enjoying the youth's pain. He convulsed as blood streamed from his nose. Malcolm howled in agony while the gem's bright light seared his brain. : Please, have mercy! You don't have to do this! I promise I will follow your every wish and whim from now on, my Lady! : "You should have thought about it sooner. Now, Malcolm, prepare to feel the wrath of Zvanya!" Off came the ribbon device. Fire shot forth from her fingers. His charred body fell away. She waved her hand and the dead minstrel shimmered out of existence. A new young man replaced Malcolm. This one had the sense to play a court dance. Janeway turned away from Neelix and Carter when Harry walked in with Kes. They looked around in amazement at the beauty of the Great Hall.
"Well, Captain, I see we're no longer needed."
"No, no, stay. Don't you like it?"
"Yes. Could you give me the name of your decorator? My quarters are in desperate need of redecoration."
"It was Sam here. She did it all." "When do you want me to come around for a consultation," she said with a smile. "Tomorrow, after I go off duty." O'Neill walked in with Quinn, both who smiled at their teammate in admiration. "The decorating is done but don't go. Stay and let's talk." That's exactly what they did. For an hour they talked then the others began to trickle in and take seats at the table. After everyone was assembled, Neelix gestured to the servants to begin serving. When dinner was finished they danced. Carter took her first dance with Sandoval's young son, Liam Kincaid. Everything went fine until she began to feel a painful flash of light fill her head. A "third" mental eye snapped open. "Colonel, she's gone! Janet's gone! Anubis kidnapped her from the base. Sekhmet! Sekhmet is her name now! Her eyes glow, how they glow! She is now his bride. Kelowna, Jonas, my God! The people are slaves and forced to work in the Naquada mines. A slave, his back bare! Red welts rise on his back with every stinging lash of her whip. No, no! No more," she said as the vision faded and the Mind's Eye snapped shut. O'Neill rushed over to her. "What's wrong, Sam?"
"Janet's a Goa'uld. Worse still, she's the bride of that horrible monster Anubis!" "This is bad news indeed. We'll have to inform the General when we get back." "Let's worry about this later, sir. I'm sure we'll find her and bring her back. Right now, we should enjoy the evening and the company of our gracious hosts."
"You're right, Carter, as always." O'Neill spied the lovely Ivanova talking to Janeway and made a beeline to join them. "Are you all right, Sam," Liam asked with a look of worry on his face. "Yes, but I'm sure I gave you a good scare." "No, no. I'm used to it. My father has them all the time." A new dance began before he could elaborate any further. He now had a new partner, so did Carter. The party wore on for hours leaving the poor doctor all alone in Sickbay.
While the crew was having a good time dancing the night away, the Doctor was working away busily. In a flash of inspiration, he decided to create a new hologram to keep him company. Now was as good a time as any to test out his hologram creation program. "Computer, open EMHthetatwo-two- five." A skeleton shimmered into being. It could have been Goliath's. A few commands and he was looking at the skeleton of a female standing no more than 5'5". Organs, tissue, and muscle appeared followed by skin. Hair was brown and short, eyes the same deep milk chocolate. She wore a uniform of white shirt, navy blue miniskirt. Over this she had a white lab coat, a stethoscope around her neck. Clipped on her pocket was a penlight. The holographic Dr. Janet Fraiser glowered at him, impatiently tapping a small high heel clad foot. She stood there silently, sizing up her fellow physician. He strode away to his office without uttering a word. At a moment like this it was a shame she was a hologram and not a flesh and blood person. The living version was a Mage of immense power, thousands of years old. Had that Janet been present, the EMH would have just met his unfortunate end. Just then the doors slid open and a woman stepped into the room. She kept walking until she ran into a person she didn't realize was there. The woman looked out to see that she'd collided with a dark haired woman of roughly average height who appeared to be no older than Sam. Her gaze immediately fell upon the young woman's ears. They were pointed, her eyebrows thin and upward arching. No, she wasn't a Vulcan. Something else then. But what? Janeway couldn't think of it at this moment. May be later she'd remember. "Sorry, I mustn't have been looking where I was going," Janeway numbly apologized. They disentangled themselves from each other and took several steps back. "Who are you? I don't remember seeing you," she snapped rather waspishly. "Dr. Janet Fraiser, chief physician to the SGC." "Captain Kathryn Janeway. Welcome aboard." The hand that reached out to grip her arm was small, delicate- looking, and heavily tattooed with strange blue designs. She didn't understand at first what was happening but then slowly the realization dawned on her. Janeway gently gripped Janet's slender arm in her hand. For a moment the two women stood there, holding each other by the arm. After the moment passed, they pulled apart. On closer inspection she noticed that the young woman hadn't always been a doctor. Every visible inch of skin had been etched with those intriguing blue designs. Beneath the uniform Janeway could see that the doctor's body was slightly muscular. It was immediately obvious that before joining the medical profession, she'd been a warrior. Besides the tattoos and muscle, the other sign that she'd started out as warrior was that her hands were calloused. Janet had obviously wielded a sword long before she ever picked up a stethoscope. "Have you seen the Doctor," Janeway asked the young woman. "Yes, he was just here a minute ago. Now he's gone off somewhere." "Do know where he went?"
"His office." "Thanks. It was a pleasure meeting you, Janet." Janeway walked away and the doctor stood alone in the middle of the room.