Chapter 6
The U.S.S Kirk took massive damage to the hull. Two Borg Cubes fired their powerful weapons mercilessly on the doomed ship. Explosions blasted from engineering, killing crew members instantly. Fire rocketed through the ship's halls engulfing officers as they fled in panic. Burned bodies laid scattered throughout the ship. The Cubes continued to assault the helpless starship. Green phaser fire pierced the Kirk's metal frame causing more fiery explosions. Most of the Kirk's bridge crew was dead. The Senior Staff had been flung to all sides of the room. The only person left alive was the Captain. Captain Chakotay had fallen to the floor and laid flat on his back. His leg was broken and the pain was immense. The Captain of the Kirk tried to move but the motion sent daggers to his injured leg. He thought it best to remain still. Chakotay scanned the bridge but could not make anything out. All that could be seen was smoke, which also interfered with him breathing properly. The Captain coughed violently as smoke entered his lunges. This is it, he thought, my death. Chakotay smiled lightly. His death would not be in vain. His death had propose. He and his crew had fought valiantly against the Borg. The battle had been a lost cause, but the crew of the Kirk had to delay the Borg for as long as they could. They was no match for the Borg but they did however, manage to irritate the hell out of them. Chakotay could not ask for anything more. The Kirk had stalled the Borg, even if it were only for a few minutes. More explosions shook the ship and the smoke grew thicker. Chakotay coughed again as he slowly closed his eyes. He imagined himself riding a stallion across an open valley. The powerful horse galloped across the terrain, sending a cool breeze across Chakotay's face. He was at peace. He would return with his brethren of Indians. He would join the "Great Hunt". Death was only the beginning. Suddenly the U.S.S Kirk exploded, rocketing shards of metal in every direction. The flames of the ship were quickly consumed by the vacuum of space and the Borg Cubes continued their journey toward Federation Space. The Kirk was gone and so was Chakotay.
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Lieutenant Tom Paris pulled on his shirt as he stood from the couch. B'Elanna was asleep so he tried extra carefully to remain quiet. Tom quietly tip-toed to his office. He entered the room slowly and managed to shut the door without making a sound. Paris turned to his desk and clicked on his computer. He still could not believe on what he was about to do. I must be insane, he thought. His desk computer hummed loudly as the screen lights flicked on. Tom cursed to himself and quickly turned down the volume. He needed B'Elanna to remain asleep, otherwise she might try to prevent him from doing what he knew was right. Tom was an excellent pilot. He was one of the best in Starfleet. He loved piloting starships but when B'Elanna had been promoted to the Klingon Home World, he asked to be stationed with her. Starfleet had been reluctant at first but they soon gave in. They did not want to give up one of their best pilots so that he could sit on his rear in Qo'nos. Tom had to be with B'Elanna and his child, so he talked with Admiral Janeway. She managed to pull some strings so that Starfleet would cut him loose. Tom had been assigned to a Federation Embassy on the Klingon Home World. B'Elanna worked directly with the Embassy but her place was on Martok's Council. Tom was put in charge of Public Relations with the Klingons. He soon realized that he had a knack for the job. Tom was kind of a smoothie and could easily win people over. The Klingons were no exception. He had a half-Klingon wife so he knew almost all the right things to say. The Klingons were astounded by his Klingon knowledge. He fit in quit nicely. However, Tom's place was on a starship. He knew that all along. Tom got bored of his job several months after he had been assigned. He stuck with it so that he and B'Elanna could be together. She and Miral were all that matter to him. Tom did not mind working a desk job as long as he had his wife and child. Tom's computer hummed quietly as the Starfleet Emblem popped up on the screen. Suddenly, a Starfleet secretary's face appeared on the monitor. She smiled gently and asked Tom the nature of his business.
"Patch me through to Admiral Kathryn Janeway. Tell her Tom Paris needs to speak with her and that it's an emergency." he ordered.
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"I love you Will, that's all that matters. It doesn't matter where you're stationed as long as we still have each other. I wouldn't matter if you were three million light years away. I would still love you." stated Deanna as she hugged Will Riker's neck.
"I know Deanna. I just hope you're not mad at me for taking this promotion. I should have discussed it with you first, but it all happened so fast."
"Will, I agree with Captain Picard. I think you've put off taking a captaincy long enough. I've already told you, I thought you needed your own command but I'd support you in any decision you made. You've made the right decision. The only bad part is it will keep us a part for the time being. I'll send Starfleet my request to be reassigned, immediately." Deanna said as she rested her head on Will's chest.
Will Riker smiled and pressed Deanna's body hard against his. He could not imagine a life without her. She meant the world to him. Will always told himself there is not anything he would not do for her. Deanna was his one, his beloved, his Imzadi. Will grinned devilishly as he scooped up his wife. Deanna laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. They looked into one another's eyes and pressed their lips together passionately. Suddenly, Deanna's voice sounded in Will's head. Is there time to say goodbye, asked the beautiful voice in Will's head. Will laughed as he carried Deanna to their bed. He laid her down gently and hovered over her. Deanna's arms were still laced around his neck and their eyes met again. There was so much hope and love in their gaze. It was as if the world belonged to them. Will smiled gently and kissed his wife's forehead.
"Baby, you read my mind." stated Will as he began to kiss Deanna's neck.
Their two bodies' wrapped around each other passionately as they made love in a time of hate.
The U.S.S Kirk took massive damage to the hull. Two Borg Cubes fired their powerful weapons mercilessly on the doomed ship. Explosions blasted from engineering, killing crew members instantly. Fire rocketed through the ship's halls engulfing officers as they fled in panic. Burned bodies laid scattered throughout the ship. The Cubes continued to assault the helpless starship. Green phaser fire pierced the Kirk's metal frame causing more fiery explosions. Most of the Kirk's bridge crew was dead. The Senior Staff had been flung to all sides of the room. The only person left alive was the Captain. Captain Chakotay had fallen to the floor and laid flat on his back. His leg was broken and the pain was immense. The Captain of the Kirk tried to move but the motion sent daggers to his injured leg. He thought it best to remain still. Chakotay scanned the bridge but could not make anything out. All that could be seen was smoke, which also interfered with him breathing properly. The Captain coughed violently as smoke entered his lunges. This is it, he thought, my death. Chakotay smiled lightly. His death would not be in vain. His death had propose. He and his crew had fought valiantly against the Borg. The battle had been a lost cause, but the crew of the Kirk had to delay the Borg for as long as they could. They was no match for the Borg but they did however, manage to irritate the hell out of them. Chakotay could not ask for anything more. The Kirk had stalled the Borg, even if it were only for a few minutes. More explosions shook the ship and the smoke grew thicker. Chakotay coughed again as he slowly closed his eyes. He imagined himself riding a stallion across an open valley. The powerful horse galloped across the terrain, sending a cool breeze across Chakotay's face. He was at peace. He would return with his brethren of Indians. He would join the "Great Hunt". Death was only the beginning. Suddenly the U.S.S Kirk exploded, rocketing shards of metal in every direction. The flames of the ship were quickly consumed by the vacuum of space and the Borg Cubes continued their journey toward Federation Space. The Kirk was gone and so was Chakotay.
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Lieutenant Tom Paris pulled on his shirt as he stood from the couch. B'Elanna was asleep so he tried extra carefully to remain quiet. Tom quietly tip-toed to his office. He entered the room slowly and managed to shut the door without making a sound. Paris turned to his desk and clicked on his computer. He still could not believe on what he was about to do. I must be insane, he thought. His desk computer hummed loudly as the screen lights flicked on. Tom cursed to himself and quickly turned down the volume. He needed B'Elanna to remain asleep, otherwise she might try to prevent him from doing what he knew was right. Tom was an excellent pilot. He was one of the best in Starfleet. He loved piloting starships but when B'Elanna had been promoted to the Klingon Home World, he asked to be stationed with her. Starfleet had been reluctant at first but they soon gave in. They did not want to give up one of their best pilots so that he could sit on his rear in Qo'nos. Tom had to be with B'Elanna and his child, so he talked with Admiral Janeway. She managed to pull some strings so that Starfleet would cut him loose. Tom had been assigned to a Federation Embassy on the Klingon Home World. B'Elanna worked directly with the Embassy but her place was on Martok's Council. Tom was put in charge of Public Relations with the Klingons. He soon realized that he had a knack for the job. Tom was kind of a smoothie and could easily win people over. The Klingons were no exception. He had a half-Klingon wife so he knew almost all the right things to say. The Klingons were astounded by his Klingon knowledge. He fit in quit nicely. However, Tom's place was on a starship. He knew that all along. Tom got bored of his job several months after he had been assigned. He stuck with it so that he and B'Elanna could be together. She and Miral were all that matter to him. Tom did not mind working a desk job as long as he had his wife and child. Tom's computer hummed quietly as the Starfleet Emblem popped up on the screen. Suddenly, a Starfleet secretary's face appeared on the monitor. She smiled gently and asked Tom the nature of his business.
"Patch me through to Admiral Kathryn Janeway. Tell her Tom Paris needs to speak with her and that it's an emergency." he ordered.
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"I love you Will, that's all that matters. It doesn't matter where you're stationed as long as we still have each other. I wouldn't matter if you were three million light years away. I would still love you." stated Deanna as she hugged Will Riker's neck.
"I know Deanna. I just hope you're not mad at me for taking this promotion. I should have discussed it with you first, but it all happened so fast."
"Will, I agree with Captain Picard. I think you've put off taking a captaincy long enough. I've already told you, I thought you needed your own command but I'd support you in any decision you made. You've made the right decision. The only bad part is it will keep us a part for the time being. I'll send Starfleet my request to be reassigned, immediately." Deanna said as she rested her head on Will's chest.
Will Riker smiled and pressed Deanna's body hard against his. He could not imagine a life without her. She meant the world to him. Will always told himself there is not anything he would not do for her. Deanna was his one, his beloved, his Imzadi. Will grinned devilishly as he scooped up his wife. Deanna laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. They looked into one another's eyes and pressed their lips together passionately. Suddenly, Deanna's voice sounded in Will's head. Is there time to say goodbye, asked the beautiful voice in Will's head. Will laughed as he carried Deanna to their bed. He laid her down gently and hovered over her. Deanna's arms were still laced around his neck and their eyes met again. There was so much hope and love in their gaze. It was as if the world belonged to them. Will smiled gently and kissed his wife's forehead.
"Baby, you read my mind." stated Will as he began to kiss Deanna's neck.
Their two bodies' wrapped around each other passionately as they made love in a time of hate.