Author's Note: Since I'm not going to be anywhere near a computer or the internet until Monday (and considering that I posted this chapter a little later than I wanted) I'm posting both Chapter five and six. I hope you enjoy them!
Summary: How does Janeway plan to help her friends? And how much worse can the situation they're already in get any worse?
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Chapter Five:
From Bad to Worse
** Federation Penal Settlement**
Janeway walked up to the guard just as she would every day that she wanted to come visit Chakotay. So, when he opened the door for her, she smiled politely and nodded her head in appreciation, then went through the opened door.
Quickly, she walked off in search of Chakotay. She checked her phaser that she had concealed under the jacket she was wearing. The thought of wearing her Starfleet uniform while doing this was not something she could handle, instead she was wearing normal clothing.
Soon, Janeway spotted Chakotay working on whatever. She walked up behind him and said, "The plans underway."
He looked up at her and smiled slightly. "The Maquis?"
"They're all helping."
"What about the ankle bracelet? They'll detect me leaving and be able to find me."
Janeway smiled and said, "Which is exactly why you have friends in high places. I managed to get the codes to unlock it."
"What!? How?" Chakotay asked, lowering his voice.
"Don't ask." Silently, she hit a few buttons on his bracelet and it gave a satisfying beep. It unlocked and was ready to be taken off. "We should leave it on until we're at the door. That way they don't think anything of it."
"Right." Chakotay stood up and they casually walked toward the gate door. Whenever Janeway gave him a visit, it was customary that they walked around so no one thought anything of it.
They kept up normal chatter, Janeway telling him of old work and he told her of the day's events. When they spotted the guard at the door, they thought they were home free. That was before they heard, "Halt!"
**U.S.S. Voyager, 2233 in Dry Dock**
The Maquis docked the transport ship with Voyager and started to board it. They had split up into five groups. One was ten engineers who were going to look at Engineering and get the Warp core started. The second was ten Bridge officers, including Tom, who were going to secure the Bridge. The third group was made up of security officers that were checking around for anyone that may still be aboard.
And the last two groups each had nine people used to be some of Voyager's engineers and scientist. One was going around to make sure the idiot scientist that were pulling Voyager apart didn't do any damage. And the other was supposed to get the transporters working.
They had been given all the supplies they would need from the Philadelphia. The rest of their crew from there would be coming aboard soon, they just had to do a few other things.
The Maquis had been given a half an hour to get the transporters up and running so they could get their people from the planet. That group easily did that in twenty minutes and left one person to man the transporters.
The other eight went around to help the fourth group checking the systems. For them, it was a huge job. They had to check life-support, weapons, engines, the haul plating, and communications.
The group in Engineering was working hard to get the Warp Core up and in working condition. The damage it had suffered as they had gotten back was fixed but the Warp Core itself was offline.
The Bridge team had a little more of a problem. The minute they walked onto the Bridge, two technicians stood working on something. Three of the Bridge crewmembers had phasers and were about to pull them when the one of the two said:
"What are you doing here?"
"We were about to ask the same thing. We were told to come here and fix...something. They said no one would be here," Tom said, taking the acting role of the innocent tech.
"No one told us about this," the same tech declared.
"Really, and should they have?"
"I'm the Lieutenant in charge of the repairs to Voyager."
"Really? Well, I am now. Sorry about the mix up. But we'll really be needing to get working on that problem, if you wouldn't mind?" Tom said, beckoning them to the turbolift.
"How are we supposed to be sure you are who you say you are?" The other tech asked.
"I don't know?" Tom said with a shrug. "You can asked my phaser," he suggested as he and one of the Maquis who was standing next to him fired their phasers.
After that, they contacted the security patrols to come and pick the techs up. They did and beamed them to a safe place on Jupiter Station were they would be found, hopefully, the next morning.
The Bridge crew immediately started running diagnostics and checking the systems. They found that all the damage was fixed but that the Tech Crews had been missing with all the systems. They had to worked hard the entire half an hour to make sure that they were all running, had power, and were configured the way they were supposed to be.
**Starfleet Medical**
Harry and B'Elanna walked through the corridors to Starfleet Medical. They had both wore Starfleet outfits so that they could more easily blend in with everyone else. Before beaming down to the planet, B'Elanna had replicated the same uniform she wore on Voyager.
Only here, they had equipped themselves with hidden hand phasers and a Starfleet comm. badge. And B'Elanna had Doc's Emitter hidden in here pocket.
B'Elanna had learned from her two years at Starfleet academy and seven years on Voyager how to act like a Starfleet officer. The way to walk, to hold your stance, to talk with the authority of your rank.
So she emulated the Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres she had become on Voyager. She walked like a chief engineer of an Intrepid-class Starship should. She tried to remember how she was able to fit in with a crew of one hundred real Starfleet officers.
Harry, of course, didn't need to pretend or think back to prior experience. He just focused the mission.
They continued down the hall until they found the door they were looking for. On the sidewall, it read: 'Doctor Robert Picardo'; the name Doc had finally thought for himself two years ago. Of course the Voyager crew never called him by that name.
They walked in and found Doc hunched over his console, doing God knows what. "I'll be with you in a minute," he announced.
"You know, Doc. We're kind of in a rush, if you don't mind."
At B'Elanna's voice, Doc spun around to face them. He smiled broadly at them and gave them each a big hug. "It's good to see you two again but...wait, aren't you supposed to be on the Maquis colony?"
"Supposed to, yes. But, if you don't want your Emitter back, I'll leave," B'Elanna stated, dryly.
Doc smile turned into a knowledgeable grin. "Absolutely not. Give that here. I've been dying to go somewhere for the past two years, the Holodecks are fun but it's not the same."
"Sorry we had to take it. You know how Admiral Janeway felt about giving it over to Starfleet. It's just not time for them to have it," Harry apologized as B'Elanna transferred his program to the Emitter.
He shimmered out of existence for a moment and then became as solid as ever. He took a deep breath and said, "Ah, it feels good to be free again. And I do understand, Ensign."
Harry had not seen Doc in awhile so he didn't know about his promotion, and Harry didn't feel like correcting him. He hadn't been addressed by that title in a long time and, somehow, it felt nice to hear it again.
"We should get moving. I don't think getting caught was in the plan," B'Elanna said, sarcastically.
"Just let me get something." Doc walked over to his console and grabbed a PADD. "Something the Admiral wanted." Then, they walked out of the room, heading for the transport coordinates that were arranged earlier.
** Federation Penal Settlement**
They stopped. A prison guard was standing behind them, his phaser locked on the two of them. They turned around slowly so he didn't feel threatened into firing.
Janeway glanced down to where she was hiding her phaser; she had brought for this kind of instance. She didn't want to shoot one of her own, but she also knew it might come down to that.
"Your ankle bracelet seems to have deactivated. You probably knocked it against something," the security guard said.
They both let out the breath they were holding. "You're right; I probably hit it against something." Chakotay bent down as if to tighten it. He put his hands on the two sides and ripped it off.
Suddenly, the guard was knocked down as Chakotay tackled him. The guard hit his head and blacked out momentarily and Chakotay used that time to disarm and stun him.
While that happened, the guard at the door saw what was going on. He pulled out his own phaser and ran over to see what was happening. But Janeway was faster and pulled her own phaser and stunned him.
An alarm went off and Janeway said, "Come, on. We better get out of here!"
They ran for the gate. It was closing as it recognized there was an escape in progress. If they couldn't get out, then Voyager couldn't lock on and beam them out with all of the force fields.
Chakotay grabbed the side and tried to force it to stay opened for a little longer. Janeway slipped through and Chakotay followed, barely squeezing through the small crack.
"That was close," Janeway stated.
"Too close," Chakotay countered. "We better get out of here."
"Right." She tapped the star-shaped communicator pinned to her jacket and said, "Janeway to Voyager. Two to beam out." Saying that made her feel like the old Captain that she was about to become again. She felt the tingling feeling shot through her body as the two of them disappeared in a sparkling mist.
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Please R/R.
Summary: How does Janeway plan to help her friends? And how much worse can the situation they're already in get any worse?
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Chapter Five:
From Bad to Worse
** Federation Penal Settlement**
Janeway walked up to the guard just as she would every day that she wanted to come visit Chakotay. So, when he opened the door for her, she smiled politely and nodded her head in appreciation, then went through the opened door.
Quickly, she walked off in search of Chakotay. She checked her phaser that she had concealed under the jacket she was wearing. The thought of wearing her Starfleet uniform while doing this was not something she could handle, instead she was wearing normal clothing.
Soon, Janeway spotted Chakotay working on whatever. She walked up behind him and said, "The plans underway."
He looked up at her and smiled slightly. "The Maquis?"
"They're all helping."
"What about the ankle bracelet? They'll detect me leaving and be able to find me."
Janeway smiled and said, "Which is exactly why you have friends in high places. I managed to get the codes to unlock it."
"What!? How?" Chakotay asked, lowering his voice.
"Don't ask." Silently, she hit a few buttons on his bracelet and it gave a satisfying beep. It unlocked and was ready to be taken off. "We should leave it on until we're at the door. That way they don't think anything of it."
"Right." Chakotay stood up and they casually walked toward the gate door. Whenever Janeway gave him a visit, it was customary that they walked around so no one thought anything of it.
They kept up normal chatter, Janeway telling him of old work and he told her of the day's events. When they spotted the guard at the door, they thought they were home free. That was before they heard, "Halt!"
**U.S.S. Voyager, 2233 in Dry Dock**
The Maquis docked the transport ship with Voyager and started to board it. They had split up into five groups. One was ten engineers who were going to look at Engineering and get the Warp core started. The second was ten Bridge officers, including Tom, who were going to secure the Bridge. The third group was made up of security officers that were checking around for anyone that may still be aboard.
And the last two groups each had nine people used to be some of Voyager's engineers and scientist. One was going around to make sure the idiot scientist that were pulling Voyager apart didn't do any damage. And the other was supposed to get the transporters working.
They had been given all the supplies they would need from the Philadelphia. The rest of their crew from there would be coming aboard soon, they just had to do a few other things.
The Maquis had been given a half an hour to get the transporters up and running so they could get their people from the planet. That group easily did that in twenty minutes and left one person to man the transporters.
The other eight went around to help the fourth group checking the systems. For them, it was a huge job. They had to check life-support, weapons, engines, the haul plating, and communications.
The group in Engineering was working hard to get the Warp Core up and in working condition. The damage it had suffered as they had gotten back was fixed but the Warp Core itself was offline.
The Bridge team had a little more of a problem. The minute they walked onto the Bridge, two technicians stood working on something. Three of the Bridge crewmembers had phasers and were about to pull them when the one of the two said:
"What are you doing here?"
"We were about to ask the same thing. We were told to come here and fix...something. They said no one would be here," Tom said, taking the acting role of the innocent tech.
"No one told us about this," the same tech declared.
"Really, and should they have?"
"I'm the Lieutenant in charge of the repairs to Voyager."
"Really? Well, I am now. Sorry about the mix up. But we'll really be needing to get working on that problem, if you wouldn't mind?" Tom said, beckoning them to the turbolift.
"How are we supposed to be sure you are who you say you are?" The other tech asked.
"I don't know?" Tom said with a shrug. "You can asked my phaser," he suggested as he and one of the Maquis who was standing next to him fired their phasers.
After that, they contacted the security patrols to come and pick the techs up. They did and beamed them to a safe place on Jupiter Station were they would be found, hopefully, the next morning.
The Bridge crew immediately started running diagnostics and checking the systems. They found that all the damage was fixed but that the Tech Crews had been missing with all the systems. They had to worked hard the entire half an hour to make sure that they were all running, had power, and were configured the way they were supposed to be.
**Starfleet Medical**
Harry and B'Elanna walked through the corridors to Starfleet Medical. They had both wore Starfleet outfits so that they could more easily blend in with everyone else. Before beaming down to the planet, B'Elanna had replicated the same uniform she wore on Voyager.
Only here, they had equipped themselves with hidden hand phasers and a Starfleet comm. badge. And B'Elanna had Doc's Emitter hidden in here pocket.
B'Elanna had learned from her two years at Starfleet academy and seven years on Voyager how to act like a Starfleet officer. The way to walk, to hold your stance, to talk with the authority of your rank.
So she emulated the Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres she had become on Voyager. She walked like a chief engineer of an Intrepid-class Starship should. She tried to remember how she was able to fit in with a crew of one hundred real Starfleet officers.
Harry, of course, didn't need to pretend or think back to prior experience. He just focused the mission.
They continued down the hall until they found the door they were looking for. On the sidewall, it read: 'Doctor Robert Picardo'; the name Doc had finally thought for himself two years ago. Of course the Voyager crew never called him by that name.
They walked in and found Doc hunched over his console, doing God knows what. "I'll be with you in a minute," he announced.
"You know, Doc. We're kind of in a rush, if you don't mind."
At B'Elanna's voice, Doc spun around to face them. He smiled broadly at them and gave them each a big hug. "It's good to see you two again but...wait, aren't you supposed to be on the Maquis colony?"
"Supposed to, yes. But, if you don't want your Emitter back, I'll leave," B'Elanna stated, dryly.
Doc smile turned into a knowledgeable grin. "Absolutely not. Give that here. I've been dying to go somewhere for the past two years, the Holodecks are fun but it's not the same."
"Sorry we had to take it. You know how Admiral Janeway felt about giving it over to Starfleet. It's just not time for them to have it," Harry apologized as B'Elanna transferred his program to the Emitter.
He shimmered out of existence for a moment and then became as solid as ever. He took a deep breath and said, "Ah, it feels good to be free again. And I do understand, Ensign."
Harry had not seen Doc in awhile so he didn't know about his promotion, and Harry didn't feel like correcting him. He hadn't been addressed by that title in a long time and, somehow, it felt nice to hear it again.
"We should get moving. I don't think getting caught was in the plan," B'Elanna said, sarcastically.
"Just let me get something." Doc walked over to his console and grabbed a PADD. "Something the Admiral wanted." Then, they walked out of the room, heading for the transport coordinates that were arranged earlier.
** Federation Penal Settlement**
They stopped. A prison guard was standing behind them, his phaser locked on the two of them. They turned around slowly so he didn't feel threatened into firing.
Janeway glanced down to where she was hiding her phaser; she had brought for this kind of instance. She didn't want to shoot one of her own, but she also knew it might come down to that.
"Your ankle bracelet seems to have deactivated. You probably knocked it against something," the security guard said.
They both let out the breath they were holding. "You're right; I probably hit it against something." Chakotay bent down as if to tighten it. He put his hands on the two sides and ripped it off.
Suddenly, the guard was knocked down as Chakotay tackled him. The guard hit his head and blacked out momentarily and Chakotay used that time to disarm and stun him.
While that happened, the guard at the door saw what was going on. He pulled out his own phaser and ran over to see what was happening. But Janeway was faster and pulled her own phaser and stunned him.
An alarm went off and Janeway said, "Come, on. We better get out of here!"
They ran for the gate. It was closing as it recognized there was an escape in progress. If they couldn't get out, then Voyager couldn't lock on and beam them out with all of the force fields.
Chakotay grabbed the side and tried to force it to stay opened for a little longer. Janeway slipped through and Chakotay followed, barely squeezing through the small crack.
"That was close," Janeway stated.
"Too close," Chakotay countered. "We better get out of here."
"Right." She tapped the star-shaped communicator pinned to her jacket and said, "Janeway to Voyager. Two to beam out." Saying that made her feel like the old Captain that she was about to become again. She felt the tingling feeling shot through her body as the two of them disappeared in a sparkling mist.
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Please R/R.