Author's Note: Again, I'm sorry for forgetting about you and not posting. After my "week-end trip" (which was a lot of fun, my friend proposed to my other friend which was cool [and they are a lot older than me]) I had tons of tests and stuff going on at school. You know, cramming for the tests, studying, doing my homework, and so on.
Anyway, I posted two chapters seeing that tomorrow morning I was going to have chapter eight up anyway. So I hope you like it and that you review on how it's going.
Summary: When the crew's memories start to effect how they're working, will they still pull through the whole thing or will they meet their end?
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Chapter Seven:
Conflicts in Memories
**Transporter Room Two**
The transporter chief began to worry. They were supposed to have signaled her twenty minutes ago and it wasn't like the Vulcan Chief Security Officer to be tardy in any sense. She bit her bottom lip, a habit she had formed when she was nervous.
Finally, she detected the signal from Tuvok and locked on just as she was told. She beamed the compliment of twenty-five to Cargo Bay One, again just as she was told.
But something bothered her; she had been told that there were twenty-six Voyager officers serving aboard the Philadelphia plus B'Elanna and the Doctor made that twenty-eight. Where were the other three officers?
She did a 'head' count of everyone. There was no half-Klingon or hologram that she beamed aboard meaning that they either didn't make it to the transporter coordinates or that they were captured.
"Captain, I've beamed the Philadelphia crew to Cargo Bay One but...but we're missing three people. Two of who are B'Elanna and Doc. I assume Ensign Kim is the other missing," Jasmine reported to Admiral Janeway, slipping with the two rank changes.
"Thank-you, Ensign," Janeway said, surprising even herself that she remembered her old rank.
**Bridge**
"Tuvok, what happened to B'Elanna and the Doctor?" Janeway asked, specking through her communicator.
"They informed us to leave without them. They had a problem of some sort but did not specify to me just what that was. They also requested that we continued to check the transporter site for the next fifteen minutes; if they are not there, we are to leave without them."
"We're not leaving without anyone. Tuvok, come to the bridge, I'll need you at your station. Tell everyone to report to his or her old stations and help as needed," Janeway said with her usual determination.
"Aye, sir. Tuvok out."
**San Francisco**
They finally managed to get to the mountains after another ten minutes hike and five minutes of keeping from being detected by the patrols looking for them.
"Finally," Harry huffed as he sank onto the rock.
B'Elanna smiled and said, "Tired already, Starfleet." She had rarely called him that after a while of getting to know the Ensign. But she still remembered the instant the came to mind in their situation.
"Funny. Kim to Voyager."
"Transporter Two here."
"We're ready to beam aboard," he commented sarcastically to Jasmine, a voice he barely recognized.
"Finally decided to join the party?"
"Energize." The three of them dematerialized in the tranquil setting of California's mountains and rematerialized onto the familiar pad in Voyager's Transporter Two.
"Welcome home," Jasmine said to the group. They said their hellos and went off to their respective places. B'Elanna went to Engineering, Harry the Bridge, and Doc to Sickbay.
**Engineering**
B'Elanna strolled into Engineering. She knew what her next job and she was only capable of doing half in here. But she needed to see this place first. She needed to feel the Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres she had created and become in here.
All the Engineers looked up and saw their chief. The one would had gotten them through a lot and the one who commanded them. And even though she had the literal temper of a Klingon and was hard on them at times, they still respected and loved her.
She smiled and looked at them. They were her team. Her family. And this was her domain.
"Here, sir. The progress report. The Warp Core is still offline, we didn't see the need to get it online yet. Impulse engines are both online and we've got power throughout the ship. Everything seems to be running smoothly," Ensign Vorik reported.
"Thanks, Vorik." She looked at the PADD he handed her and walked over to the Warp Core. She looked around the room and saw something. "They scratched...the paint."
The way she said it was so sincere and her face was stone, they starred in horror. Then she broke out in a smile at her old Engineering team and they immediately calmed down. "Alright people, let's get to work."
She starred to give out orders before she headed off the get the supplies she would need to build the reactor bomb.
**Sickbay**
Doc, once again in his Sickbay aboard Voyager, was hunched over his console trying to create an antidote to the toxin invading the bodies of several officers and diplomats. He studied it carefully and found it to be identical to the same toxin that had presented itself in the Voyager crew three years ago.
"Chakotay, we need to beam back now," B'Elanna hissed into her communicator from the Kotec ship.
"Commander, what are you waiting for?" Doc asked. He was standing next to Chakotay in the transporter room. B'Elanna had been injured mildly and he was there to tend to her. The only problem was that Chakotay would not beam them over and they only had four minutes until the other ship blew.
"We can't trust them, Doctor. They're the enemy just as much as the aliens are," Chakotay declared. "We should let them die together!"
Doc was shocked by his behavior and thought back to how the Captain told him about the mind control. That's what this had to be. Without Chakotay noticing, Doc pulled out a hypospray and knocked him out cold.
"Chakotay! Chakotay, we only have two minutes!" B'Elanna's voice screamed out of Chakotay's comm. badge.
The Doctor got behind the console and started to lock onto the coordinates. The two of them appeared on the transporter pad and were surprised to see Chakotay out cold on the floor.
Only a minute later, the alien ship was destroyed and B'Elanna and Harry had almost went with it.
Although the toxin did wear off twenty minutes after it was no longer being introduced to the system, it almost cost two of Voyager's crewmen their lives. The time it took to wear off could have been the difference between life or death in some cases.
Janeway had asked him to look into the possibility of making an antidote to avoid that from happening but would not think any less of him if he could not. He just hoped he could to avoid more of a confrontation.
So he sat there. Starring at a contaminated blood sample. He knew she would want a yes or no answer on the antidote by the time the whole thing started and he was hoping it would be a 'yes'.
**The Kotec Ship**
"What are they doing?" Artex Grizmore complained. He walked across the space between him and his Commander on the command deck. "One of their ships just left Jupiter Station. It's heading for our position."
"What, we told them not to dispatch any ships! Are they initiating any hostile actions?" Talic Mento asked.
"Not yet. But I highly doubt their actions are peaceful."
"Get Admiral Paris on the view screen, I must ask him to bring reinforcements on our position," Talic Mento hollered at him.
"Yes, sir." He walked away and left Talic Mento to ponder their situation.
"What are they doing? It can't possibly be the actions of their commanders. What's going on on that ship?" Talic Mento muttered to himself.
**U.S.S. Voyager**
With an ease and precision Tom hadn't felt or thought of in years, he carefully steered Voyager out of the cage of Dry Dock and into the vast void of space.
"Set course for Earth, full impulse," Captain Janeway ordered.
"Aye, Captain," Tom responded. None of the Maquis had adjusted their focus on calling her Captain; they figured that they weren't in Starfleet and there fore couldn't get in trouble for it. The Starfleet half constantly slipped but corrected themselves.
"E.T.A?" Chakotay asked. He had changed into a Starfleet uniform after helping out. It made him feel more comfortable and he could blend easier if they were caught or detained.
"Five minutes."
"Tuvok, what is the status of the weapons and shields?" Janeway asked.
"Phasers and shields can be put to full power. Hull plating is up and photon torpedoes are loaded," the Vulcan responded.
"Good, keep shields down and phasers uncharged until they make the first hostile action. Harry, B'Elanna, what's your status?" Janeway asked as she tapped her comm. badge.
"We're ready to transport as soon as possible. We've got anything that we should need," B'Elanna answered. Since she was the engineer and the most knowledgeable about the technology. Harry was also the only other one to board one of these ships before and the logical chose for her partner.
"That's only half of what I meant," Janeway admitted.
"I know. To be honest, I'm scarred to death. I was really hoping this would never happen," B'Elanna confessed.
She walked stealthily down the corridor. Harry quickly and quietly followed her. Finally they found an empty console, hopefully, out of anyone's way. Harry pushed a few buttons and accidentally accessed something they didn't mean to.
"What is it?" B'Elanna asked.
"I don't know. It looks like orders. Um, it says...it says something like." Harry stopped and looked in horror at B'Elanna.
"What?"
"They're trying to take over the Milky Way Galaxy. That's why they did tests on us; they must be trying to find our weaknesses."
Footsteps echoed in the hall and they ducked into the corner. A tall man walked in. He had tentacles where his chin should have been and his eyes were completely black. He looked around the room as if looking for something before he walked back out of the door.
"Wow, that was close. I've found the blueprints of the ship...I think." Harry looked up at the now standing B'Elanna.
She looked over the schematics and pointed to something on it. "Here's the best place to put them."
B'Elanna shook off the memory. They were able to destroy that ship, but they had hoped that that was the only one. Obviously they were wrong. It had been three years, she should be over this. She could do this again. She had to.
She felt a warm hand placed on her shoulder before, "B'Elanna? Are you all right?" Harry asked.
"Yea," she answered looking at his welcomed hand on her shoulder. "I should be ok with this, but I'm not."
"I'm not either, but we have to. We're the only ones that even have a clue as to how to get around in that ship," Harry retorted in a comforting way.
B'Elanna nodded, "I know."
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Please R/R
Anyway, I posted two chapters seeing that tomorrow morning I was going to have chapter eight up anyway. So I hope you like it and that you review on how it's going.
Summary: When the crew's memories start to effect how they're working, will they still pull through the whole thing or will they meet their end?
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Chapter Seven:
Conflicts in Memories
**Transporter Room Two**
The transporter chief began to worry. They were supposed to have signaled her twenty minutes ago and it wasn't like the Vulcan Chief Security Officer to be tardy in any sense. She bit her bottom lip, a habit she had formed when she was nervous.
Finally, she detected the signal from Tuvok and locked on just as she was told. She beamed the compliment of twenty-five to Cargo Bay One, again just as she was told.
But something bothered her; she had been told that there were twenty-six Voyager officers serving aboard the Philadelphia plus B'Elanna and the Doctor made that twenty-eight. Where were the other three officers?
She did a 'head' count of everyone. There was no half-Klingon or hologram that she beamed aboard meaning that they either didn't make it to the transporter coordinates or that they were captured.
"Captain, I've beamed the Philadelphia crew to Cargo Bay One but...but we're missing three people. Two of who are B'Elanna and Doc. I assume Ensign Kim is the other missing," Jasmine reported to Admiral Janeway, slipping with the two rank changes.
"Thank-you, Ensign," Janeway said, surprising even herself that she remembered her old rank.
**Bridge**
"Tuvok, what happened to B'Elanna and the Doctor?" Janeway asked, specking through her communicator.
"They informed us to leave without them. They had a problem of some sort but did not specify to me just what that was. They also requested that we continued to check the transporter site for the next fifteen minutes; if they are not there, we are to leave without them."
"We're not leaving without anyone. Tuvok, come to the bridge, I'll need you at your station. Tell everyone to report to his or her old stations and help as needed," Janeway said with her usual determination.
"Aye, sir. Tuvok out."
**San Francisco**
They finally managed to get to the mountains after another ten minutes hike and five minutes of keeping from being detected by the patrols looking for them.
"Finally," Harry huffed as he sank onto the rock.
B'Elanna smiled and said, "Tired already, Starfleet." She had rarely called him that after a while of getting to know the Ensign. But she still remembered the instant the came to mind in their situation.
"Funny. Kim to Voyager."
"Transporter Two here."
"We're ready to beam aboard," he commented sarcastically to Jasmine, a voice he barely recognized.
"Finally decided to join the party?"
"Energize." The three of them dematerialized in the tranquil setting of California's mountains and rematerialized onto the familiar pad in Voyager's Transporter Two.
"Welcome home," Jasmine said to the group. They said their hellos and went off to their respective places. B'Elanna went to Engineering, Harry the Bridge, and Doc to Sickbay.
**Engineering**
B'Elanna strolled into Engineering. She knew what her next job and she was only capable of doing half in here. But she needed to see this place first. She needed to feel the Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres she had created and become in here.
All the Engineers looked up and saw their chief. The one would had gotten them through a lot and the one who commanded them. And even though she had the literal temper of a Klingon and was hard on them at times, they still respected and loved her.
She smiled and looked at them. They were her team. Her family. And this was her domain.
"Here, sir. The progress report. The Warp Core is still offline, we didn't see the need to get it online yet. Impulse engines are both online and we've got power throughout the ship. Everything seems to be running smoothly," Ensign Vorik reported.
"Thanks, Vorik." She looked at the PADD he handed her and walked over to the Warp Core. She looked around the room and saw something. "They scratched...the paint."
The way she said it was so sincere and her face was stone, they starred in horror. Then she broke out in a smile at her old Engineering team and they immediately calmed down. "Alright people, let's get to work."
She starred to give out orders before she headed off the get the supplies she would need to build the reactor bomb.
**Sickbay**
Doc, once again in his Sickbay aboard Voyager, was hunched over his console trying to create an antidote to the toxin invading the bodies of several officers and diplomats. He studied it carefully and found it to be identical to the same toxin that had presented itself in the Voyager crew three years ago.
"Chakotay, we need to beam back now," B'Elanna hissed into her communicator from the Kotec ship.
"Commander, what are you waiting for?" Doc asked. He was standing next to Chakotay in the transporter room. B'Elanna had been injured mildly and he was there to tend to her. The only problem was that Chakotay would not beam them over and they only had four minutes until the other ship blew.
"We can't trust them, Doctor. They're the enemy just as much as the aliens are," Chakotay declared. "We should let them die together!"
Doc was shocked by his behavior and thought back to how the Captain told him about the mind control. That's what this had to be. Without Chakotay noticing, Doc pulled out a hypospray and knocked him out cold.
"Chakotay! Chakotay, we only have two minutes!" B'Elanna's voice screamed out of Chakotay's comm. badge.
The Doctor got behind the console and started to lock onto the coordinates. The two of them appeared on the transporter pad and were surprised to see Chakotay out cold on the floor.
Only a minute later, the alien ship was destroyed and B'Elanna and Harry had almost went with it.
Although the toxin did wear off twenty minutes after it was no longer being introduced to the system, it almost cost two of Voyager's crewmen their lives. The time it took to wear off could have been the difference between life or death in some cases.
Janeway had asked him to look into the possibility of making an antidote to avoid that from happening but would not think any less of him if he could not. He just hoped he could to avoid more of a confrontation.
So he sat there. Starring at a contaminated blood sample. He knew she would want a yes or no answer on the antidote by the time the whole thing started and he was hoping it would be a 'yes'.
**The Kotec Ship**
"What are they doing?" Artex Grizmore complained. He walked across the space between him and his Commander on the command deck. "One of their ships just left Jupiter Station. It's heading for our position."
"What, we told them not to dispatch any ships! Are they initiating any hostile actions?" Talic Mento asked.
"Not yet. But I highly doubt their actions are peaceful."
"Get Admiral Paris on the view screen, I must ask him to bring reinforcements on our position," Talic Mento hollered at him.
"Yes, sir." He walked away and left Talic Mento to ponder their situation.
"What are they doing? It can't possibly be the actions of their commanders. What's going on on that ship?" Talic Mento muttered to himself.
**U.S.S. Voyager**
With an ease and precision Tom hadn't felt or thought of in years, he carefully steered Voyager out of the cage of Dry Dock and into the vast void of space.
"Set course for Earth, full impulse," Captain Janeway ordered.
"Aye, Captain," Tom responded. None of the Maquis had adjusted their focus on calling her Captain; they figured that they weren't in Starfleet and there fore couldn't get in trouble for it. The Starfleet half constantly slipped but corrected themselves.
"E.T.A?" Chakotay asked. He had changed into a Starfleet uniform after helping out. It made him feel more comfortable and he could blend easier if they were caught or detained.
"Five minutes."
"Tuvok, what is the status of the weapons and shields?" Janeway asked.
"Phasers and shields can be put to full power. Hull plating is up and photon torpedoes are loaded," the Vulcan responded.
"Good, keep shields down and phasers uncharged until they make the first hostile action. Harry, B'Elanna, what's your status?" Janeway asked as she tapped her comm. badge.
"We're ready to transport as soon as possible. We've got anything that we should need," B'Elanna answered. Since she was the engineer and the most knowledgeable about the technology. Harry was also the only other one to board one of these ships before and the logical chose for her partner.
"That's only half of what I meant," Janeway admitted.
"I know. To be honest, I'm scarred to death. I was really hoping this would never happen," B'Elanna confessed.
She walked stealthily down the corridor. Harry quickly and quietly followed her. Finally they found an empty console, hopefully, out of anyone's way. Harry pushed a few buttons and accidentally accessed something they didn't mean to.
"What is it?" B'Elanna asked.
"I don't know. It looks like orders. Um, it says...it says something like." Harry stopped and looked in horror at B'Elanna.
"What?"
"They're trying to take over the Milky Way Galaxy. That's why they did tests on us; they must be trying to find our weaknesses."
Footsteps echoed in the hall and they ducked into the corner. A tall man walked in. He had tentacles where his chin should have been and his eyes were completely black. He looked around the room as if looking for something before he walked back out of the door.
"Wow, that was close. I've found the blueprints of the ship...I think." Harry looked up at the now standing B'Elanna.
She looked over the schematics and pointed to something on it. "Here's the best place to put them."
B'Elanna shook off the memory. They were able to destroy that ship, but they had hoped that that was the only one. Obviously they were wrong. It had been three years, she should be over this. She could do this again. She had to.
She felt a warm hand placed on her shoulder before, "B'Elanna? Are you all right?" Harry asked.
"Yea," she answered looking at his welcomed hand on her shoulder. "I should be ok with this, but I'm not."
"I'm not either, but we have to. We're the only ones that even have a clue as to how to get around in that ship," Harry retorted in a comforting way.
B'Elanna nodded, "I know."
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Please R/R