Author's Note: Wow! Three whole reviews! I'm impressed. The last time I posted Chapter Two on one of my stories I only got one! Actually I'm joking which I hoped you all noticed.
Anyway, here's the third chapter, I hope you like and give me a few more reviews.
Summary: As Janeway plots her demise of the Kotec ship, will everyone be on board with her? Or will their fears of the past take over?
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Chapter Three:
Offers
**Federation Penal Settlement**
"You have a visitor," the guard said shortly to one of the prisoners. He got down from where he was working and followed the guard to the person waiting for him.
It was Kathryn Janeway. "Chakotay," she said with a smile. The two stepped closer and embraced in a warm, friendly huge.
"Kathryn. How have you been holding up lately?" He asked as they broke apart.
"Horribly. I need some help. Your help."
Chakotay smile broadly at her, showing his dimples. "Alright, let's walk. What do you need?"
Right down to business, just as he always was. She came to him often to talk about her problems and for counseling; she seemed to have become dependant on his advice and friendship in her time in the delta quadrant.
But this time was different; she didn't want advice, exactly. "Remember three years ago? When B'Elanna, Tom, Harry, Tuvok, and myself were captured and tortured by a race known as the Kotec?"
Chakotay closed his eyes as memories of the events bombarded his mind.
"I can't find the Shuttle Pod!" Exclaimed the ensign at Ops. They had just sent B'Elanna, Tom, Harry, Tuvok, and Captain Janeway down in the Shuttle Pod to, what appeared to be, a deserted planet.
The planet had no population, no technology, no detectable life forms but the Captain wanted to check out some of the ruins they had detected. It wasn't anything fancy or dangerous, just a quick looked.
"Keep scanning, they have to be some where. They couldn't have just disappeared," Chakotay barked.
"Yes, sir," the frightened Ensign answered. His figures flew over the console but he found nothing.
"I remember. Why?"
"The aliens, they're here and they want to make an alliance with the Federation."
"What?!" Chakotay hissed. "That's impossible."
"My reaction exactly. But that's not the big problem. The doctor and I have good reason to believe that they're releasing an air-born toxin into the population of wherever they go to make the people believe every word they said."
"And you?"
"Myself, Tuvok, and Harry all seem immune. I would imagine that the rest of the crew, or at least the away team, are immune as well," Janeway explained.
"How can I help?" Chakotay asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"We're the only ones that can stop this and going through official channels would take too long. Starfleet's not going to realize there's a problem until it's too late."
"Are you purposing that we steal Voyager, get the crew together, and fight them?"
"Yes, actually. We know where the Maquis are, we know that one-fourth of the Starfleet crew is on Tuvok's ship. The Doctor is at Starfleet Medical and B'Elanna still has his mobile emitter. Then you-"
"I'm a prisoner here. If you break me out, what will happen to the Maquis? Do you think they'll still have their deal with Starfleet?"
"If we don't, do you think there will be a Starfleet?" They starred at each other, their old selves taking over; the Captain and Commander stranded and responsible for one hundred and fifty others.
"Just fill me in when you've consulted the others. Get me last, it will draw less attention." Janeway nodded and gave him a hug. Then, she walked away, preparing herself to be the old Kathryn Janeway. The one who went through all this three years ago. The one these people knew and trusted. And the one who brought them all home...to this.
**Nerious: Neighboring Planet to Maquis Colony**
"You need transport, I can provide." Janeway sat in a dark bar that smelled of real alcohol. Next to her was a Nausicaans transport Captain and a known smuggler that she was trying to convince to take her to the Maquis Colony and take as many as they wanted to come with her back to Earth.
But she just hadn't gotten to that part yet. "I'll be taking at least forty to fifty others with me back to Earth. Can you fit them in your ship?"
"Of course," the Captain said. "Tell me where and when and I can take you."
"The Maquis Colony," she whispered into his ear. One thing she had learned from Starfleet in this kind of situation was...well not Starfleet. But as Captain of Voyager and in the delta quadrant she learned there was only one way to get to these kinds of people.
So far, she had put on her full charm and was using her most seductive voice possible. And he had fell for it until then. "We cannot go there! It is forbidden!"
"Yes, but I have the authority and the credits to go there," she hissed at him. She then pulled a small hand phaser from her pocket and pointed it at his stomach.
He looked down at it and answered, "You are quite correct. I apologize for my ignorance. When do you wish to go?"
His fear was the only thing she had over him at the moment, but that would do. "Now."
**Transport Vessel Gro'tec**
Janeway had boarded the Gro'tec minutes ago. The transport was small but it would be enough to hold who and what they needed. It was also fast enough to get her where she wanted, when she wanted. Thank God that the Maquis Colony was in a system only a few light-years away from Earth. It made this all very easy.
Janeway was sitting in front of her miniature view screen, a picture of her Vulcan accomplice, Tuvok, on it. "Tuvok, is the alpha quadrant with us?" Janeway inquired, referring to the Starfleet half of Voyager's crew that was on his ship. Janeway had informed Tuvok and Harry of her plan before she left and they had asked the Voyager crew on board the Philadelphia if they would help.
"Yes, Admiral. And...Tattoo Man?" Tuvok asked, uncomfortable using the code name Harry had dubbed Chakotay with.
"He's with us. I'm heading to the Bad Lands now," Janeway responded. "How's delta looking?"
Tuvok gave her a confused looked; not recalling that as one of the official names they were using. But, then it clicked. "Fifteen members of the tech crew are aboard every shift. They rotate using a schedule of five hours per shift. The last shift ends at 2200 hours and the first one begins at 0500 hours. No one is aboard between those times."
"Good job, Tuvok. And thank-you, I really appreciate it."
"It is an honor to be able to help you once again, Admiral."
Janeway smiled at him and said, "Janeway out." The screen went black and was once again only a black square that seemed impossible to show a person light-years away.
**Maquis Colony**
Her transport stopped at a near by planet and Janeway was able to catch a lift to the Maquis colony on the next planet in the system. She set the pod down just out side the small town-like place they had made.
As she worked her way toward the buildings, she found herself admiring what they had managed to make there. She had always been proud of her crew, but this just enhanced it.
She had never actually visited the place; she had the authority to get in and out and had said good-bye to many of them there, but she could not bring herself to come back and see them forced to live anywhere. But they were obviously very happy where they were.
"Captain?" One of the first Maquis she came upon asked.
She gave him a warm smile, "Hello, Barry." Barry's comment got her many looks. Everyone had stooped whatever they were doing and was now looking at her.
She looked at them with sad eyes; they were here because of her and she hadn't even had the heart to come and see them. Now, what used to be her crew and would always remain her family, was shocked to see her.
"Captain. Or do you prefer Admiral?" Tom Paris walked up to her. He was smiling widely as he hugged her. "How have you been?"
"Not bad, thank-you. And you? How's B'Elanna and Miral?"
"We're just fine, Captain. It's good to see you again," B'Elanna said as she walked out of one of the houses, a little girl of two in her arms.
Hearing all the old voices and seeing their faces, being called Captain, and just the atmosphere of the place was a good feeling. She smiled at the little girl in B'Elanna's arms. She had barely seen her goddaughter; she had only seen three, four times.
Miral had light tan skin, dark brown hair, and small forehead ridges like her mother. But her eyes were the same blue as Tom's. "She's beautiful, B'Elanna, Tom."
"Hi, my name Miral. What yours?" Miral introduced herself.
"I'm Kathryn," Janeway said in her 'mother' voice. She gave Miral a kind smile.
"She's Captain Janeway. Remember, I told you about her," B'Elanna told her daughter. Janeway was touched that they thought of her in their raising of their daughter. "Why don't you go play and let mommy and daddy talk."
"O tay." Miral hopped down and ran off.
"She adorable," Janeway said, with a smile; Miral had the ability to let her forget what brought her here for a while.
"Yes she is. So, I would guess that you didn't come here just to see her."
"No, no, I didn't. There's...a situation."
"And Starfleet wants our help?" Tom butted in.
"No, I want your help. It's...the Kotec. They're here and somehow, they're making Starfleet drool over every word they say. Starfleet wont do anything about it. We're the only ones immune to the effects."
Tom and B'Elanna looked at each other. They remembered them well. "We'll help, but we're going to have to talk to everyone else; see who's willing to help. But, for now, relax. Get reacquainted with everyone," Tom answered.
"I think I just might do that."
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Please R/R. I know how complicated that might seem; hitting the button, typing a response, and sending it. God, what a tough thing to do.
Anyway, here's the third chapter, I hope you like and give me a few more reviews.
Summary: As Janeway plots her demise of the Kotec ship, will everyone be on board with her? Or will their fears of the past take over?
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Chapter Three:
Offers
**Federation Penal Settlement**
"You have a visitor," the guard said shortly to one of the prisoners. He got down from where he was working and followed the guard to the person waiting for him.
It was Kathryn Janeway. "Chakotay," she said with a smile. The two stepped closer and embraced in a warm, friendly huge.
"Kathryn. How have you been holding up lately?" He asked as they broke apart.
"Horribly. I need some help. Your help."
Chakotay smile broadly at her, showing his dimples. "Alright, let's walk. What do you need?"
Right down to business, just as he always was. She came to him often to talk about her problems and for counseling; she seemed to have become dependant on his advice and friendship in her time in the delta quadrant.
But this time was different; she didn't want advice, exactly. "Remember three years ago? When B'Elanna, Tom, Harry, Tuvok, and myself were captured and tortured by a race known as the Kotec?"
Chakotay closed his eyes as memories of the events bombarded his mind.
"I can't find the Shuttle Pod!" Exclaimed the ensign at Ops. They had just sent B'Elanna, Tom, Harry, Tuvok, and Captain Janeway down in the Shuttle Pod to, what appeared to be, a deserted planet.
The planet had no population, no technology, no detectable life forms but the Captain wanted to check out some of the ruins they had detected. It wasn't anything fancy or dangerous, just a quick looked.
"Keep scanning, they have to be some where. They couldn't have just disappeared," Chakotay barked.
"Yes, sir," the frightened Ensign answered. His figures flew over the console but he found nothing.
"I remember. Why?"
"The aliens, they're here and they want to make an alliance with the Federation."
"What?!" Chakotay hissed. "That's impossible."
"My reaction exactly. But that's not the big problem. The doctor and I have good reason to believe that they're releasing an air-born toxin into the population of wherever they go to make the people believe every word they said."
"And you?"
"Myself, Tuvok, and Harry all seem immune. I would imagine that the rest of the crew, or at least the away team, are immune as well," Janeway explained.
"How can I help?" Chakotay asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"We're the only ones that can stop this and going through official channels would take too long. Starfleet's not going to realize there's a problem until it's too late."
"Are you purposing that we steal Voyager, get the crew together, and fight them?"
"Yes, actually. We know where the Maquis are, we know that one-fourth of the Starfleet crew is on Tuvok's ship. The Doctor is at Starfleet Medical and B'Elanna still has his mobile emitter. Then you-"
"I'm a prisoner here. If you break me out, what will happen to the Maquis? Do you think they'll still have their deal with Starfleet?"
"If we don't, do you think there will be a Starfleet?" They starred at each other, their old selves taking over; the Captain and Commander stranded and responsible for one hundred and fifty others.
"Just fill me in when you've consulted the others. Get me last, it will draw less attention." Janeway nodded and gave him a hug. Then, she walked away, preparing herself to be the old Kathryn Janeway. The one who went through all this three years ago. The one these people knew and trusted. And the one who brought them all home...to this.
**Nerious: Neighboring Planet to Maquis Colony**
"You need transport, I can provide." Janeway sat in a dark bar that smelled of real alcohol. Next to her was a Nausicaans transport Captain and a known smuggler that she was trying to convince to take her to the Maquis Colony and take as many as they wanted to come with her back to Earth.
But she just hadn't gotten to that part yet. "I'll be taking at least forty to fifty others with me back to Earth. Can you fit them in your ship?"
"Of course," the Captain said. "Tell me where and when and I can take you."
"The Maquis Colony," she whispered into his ear. One thing she had learned from Starfleet in this kind of situation was...well not Starfleet. But as Captain of Voyager and in the delta quadrant she learned there was only one way to get to these kinds of people.
So far, she had put on her full charm and was using her most seductive voice possible. And he had fell for it until then. "We cannot go there! It is forbidden!"
"Yes, but I have the authority and the credits to go there," she hissed at him. She then pulled a small hand phaser from her pocket and pointed it at his stomach.
He looked down at it and answered, "You are quite correct. I apologize for my ignorance. When do you wish to go?"
His fear was the only thing she had over him at the moment, but that would do. "Now."
**Transport Vessel Gro'tec**
Janeway had boarded the Gro'tec minutes ago. The transport was small but it would be enough to hold who and what they needed. It was also fast enough to get her where she wanted, when she wanted. Thank God that the Maquis Colony was in a system only a few light-years away from Earth. It made this all very easy.
Janeway was sitting in front of her miniature view screen, a picture of her Vulcan accomplice, Tuvok, on it. "Tuvok, is the alpha quadrant with us?" Janeway inquired, referring to the Starfleet half of Voyager's crew that was on his ship. Janeway had informed Tuvok and Harry of her plan before she left and they had asked the Voyager crew on board the Philadelphia if they would help.
"Yes, Admiral. And...Tattoo Man?" Tuvok asked, uncomfortable using the code name Harry had dubbed Chakotay with.
"He's with us. I'm heading to the Bad Lands now," Janeway responded. "How's delta looking?"
Tuvok gave her a confused looked; not recalling that as one of the official names they were using. But, then it clicked. "Fifteen members of the tech crew are aboard every shift. They rotate using a schedule of five hours per shift. The last shift ends at 2200 hours and the first one begins at 0500 hours. No one is aboard between those times."
"Good job, Tuvok. And thank-you, I really appreciate it."
"It is an honor to be able to help you once again, Admiral."
Janeway smiled at him and said, "Janeway out." The screen went black and was once again only a black square that seemed impossible to show a person light-years away.
**Maquis Colony**
Her transport stopped at a near by planet and Janeway was able to catch a lift to the Maquis colony on the next planet in the system. She set the pod down just out side the small town-like place they had made.
As she worked her way toward the buildings, she found herself admiring what they had managed to make there. She had always been proud of her crew, but this just enhanced it.
She had never actually visited the place; she had the authority to get in and out and had said good-bye to many of them there, but she could not bring herself to come back and see them forced to live anywhere. But they were obviously very happy where they were.
"Captain?" One of the first Maquis she came upon asked.
She gave him a warm smile, "Hello, Barry." Barry's comment got her many looks. Everyone had stooped whatever they were doing and was now looking at her.
She looked at them with sad eyes; they were here because of her and she hadn't even had the heart to come and see them. Now, what used to be her crew and would always remain her family, was shocked to see her.
"Captain. Or do you prefer Admiral?" Tom Paris walked up to her. He was smiling widely as he hugged her. "How have you been?"
"Not bad, thank-you. And you? How's B'Elanna and Miral?"
"We're just fine, Captain. It's good to see you again," B'Elanna said as she walked out of one of the houses, a little girl of two in her arms.
Hearing all the old voices and seeing their faces, being called Captain, and just the atmosphere of the place was a good feeling. She smiled at the little girl in B'Elanna's arms. She had barely seen her goddaughter; she had only seen three, four times.
Miral had light tan skin, dark brown hair, and small forehead ridges like her mother. But her eyes were the same blue as Tom's. "She's beautiful, B'Elanna, Tom."
"Hi, my name Miral. What yours?" Miral introduced herself.
"I'm Kathryn," Janeway said in her 'mother' voice. She gave Miral a kind smile.
"She's Captain Janeway. Remember, I told you about her," B'Elanna told her daughter. Janeway was touched that they thought of her in their raising of their daughter. "Why don't you go play and let mommy and daddy talk."
"O tay." Miral hopped down and ran off.
"She adorable," Janeway said, with a smile; Miral had the ability to let her forget what brought her here for a while.
"Yes she is. So, I would guess that you didn't come here just to see her."
"No, no, I didn't. There's...a situation."
"And Starfleet wants our help?" Tom butted in.
"No, I want your help. It's...the Kotec. They're here and somehow, they're making Starfleet drool over every word they say. Starfleet wont do anything about it. We're the only ones immune to the effects."
Tom and B'Elanna looked at each other. They remembered them well. "We'll help, but we're going to have to talk to everyone else; see who's willing to help. But, for now, relax. Get reacquainted with everyone," Tom answered.
"I think I just might do that."
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Please R/R. I know how complicated that might seem; hitting the button, typing a response, and sending it. God, what a tough thing to do.