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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Delta walked slowly back to her quarters on deck 13. She had said good-bye to Neelix with all the fresh information rattling in her head, and now found that she was not the least bit tired. Entering her quarters, she realized how big they were. They made her feel as though she should be doing something, as if she was unwanted. They weren't. . . cozy. She wondered if- and it sounded funny, even to her- she wondered if she could request smaller quarters. On a whim, she went to the consol for an internal "floor-plan" of Voyager. All 15 decks. Checking deck two, thinking it would be nice to be near the mess hall, she realized this was the Senior Staff floor. *No matter.* she thought to herself. *Let's see. . .*
Then she saw it. Perfect. And when she brought up the schematics. . .
"Brilliant." She thought with a smirk. Small quarters, with a bunk bed, compact living quarters, and a small space for a table and chairs, all-wall viewport, and a washroom. And the best part: one wall was right beside Commander Chakotay's quarters. And being so small, this wall wasn't soundproofed. *Oh, but I won't be EAVESDROPPING. . . but if I -happen- to be awake, well, I can't HELP it if I overhear something!* Delta grinned evilly to herself. She'd ask the next day. The next day. . .
"Computer, what's the Stardate?"
"Today's Stardate is 49682"
"Hmm. . ." Delta sat down to think. She desperately needed to. There were so many thoughts to order. And so many things half-remembered. Closing her eyes, she prodded at things in her mind. Memories that should have been easily accessible, she was sure, felt like a solid wall when touched. So she went around to the back. There was something soft there. Pushing her memory with her eyes scrunched up, she felt something give; and suddenly, food.
All the foods she had ever eaten, the taste came flooding back. Steak. KD Macaroni and Cheese. CHEESE! Pizza. Tuna. Salmon. Prime Rib. Chicken. Cheese. Turkey. Mashed potatoes. Broccoli. Shepard's Pie. Soup. The list went on and on and on. . . she felt famished. But she knew it was all psychological. She tried and partly succeeded in creating a small 'pocket' for the food memories. Then she went back to the songs.
She knew so many lyrics, and as she tried to bring them forward in her mind, parts came into order. Country songs together, pop songs together, operas, rap, slow, fast, sad, happy, upbeat, melancholy. The songs organized themselves. Putting them in their own pocket, she turned her thoughts to another soft spot she felt she could break through.
Information.
Touching with her mind, she realized she needed, desperately needed, the things inside there. She pushed anxiously at the bubble, and felt it give.
And the world around her exploded.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The ship rocked, and Kathryn sat bolt upright in bed.
"Captain," Ensign Kim's voice broke the silence of her quarters.
"Go ahead."
"I'm detecting a massive contained energy surge on deck 13."
"Where exactly? Are there any ships in the vicinity?" The Captain sat even straighter. Crew quarters. If they were under attack and they lost even more of the crew. . . shaking these thoughts away, she listened to Harry's report.
"Nothing on scanners for ships, Captain. Hold on, internal sensors are having trouble getting through the interference. . . section isolated. Alpha-26, Captain."
Janeway's eyes widened. Slapping her hand on her commbadge, she barked "Commander! My ready room!"
Section Alpha-26.
Guest Quarters.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chakotay was talking to Neelix about the party when the ship shook. All around him people were thrown to the floor. Neelix's head hit the counter and Chakotay reached over. The Talaxian was unconscious. Tapping his badge, he said in what he hoped was a steady voice, "Chakotay to Transporter Room 1. Emergency beam to sickbay." Neelix's form disintegrated in front of him. Standing up to survey the damage, he heard the Captains voice of his commbadge. She didn't ask politely. It was an order.
"Commander! My ready room!"
And Chakotay knew better than to ask.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Delta felt like she was floating. Opening her eyes, she realized they hadn't responded. Reaching up her hands, she touched her face. No, her eyes were open all right. But all there was, was black.
She was suspended in an endless sinister abyss of black.
An endless sinister abyss of black that was now turning orange.
An endless sinister abyss that was not so endless, still black but with orange humanoid shapes floating around with her.
A not-so-endless, still-as-sinister abyss of black with orange humanoid shapes floating around her that were saying something.
*May the Lord have mercy on my soul* thought Delta as she realized they were trying to talk. . . to her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chakotay walked into the Captain's ready room. The look on her face told him that he whatever had caused the ship to shake had something to do with Delta. He hoped for the best. Whatever that would be.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, the Doctor healed Neelix, sent him back to the mess hall, and went back to trying to make himself have a little more hair.
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So, review, people, review! Like it? Love it? Think I'm the devil? Insane? Brilliant? Should be somewhere with nice, soft padded walls that are bright orange? Tell me! But if you don't, that's oka- Actually, no, it's not okay. I want to know if anybody is reading this and what they think of it so tell me NOW!
Happy Holiday Season!
I'm sorry it took so long to update, projects projects projects.
My name, Josh? I thought it was obvious! Top right hand corner of the screen, can you see it? S-k-e-l-e-t-o-n- L-.- -C-r-o-w!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Delta walked slowly back to her quarters on deck 13. She had said good-bye to Neelix with all the fresh information rattling in her head, and now found that she was not the least bit tired. Entering her quarters, she realized how big they were. They made her feel as though she should be doing something, as if she was unwanted. They weren't. . . cozy. She wondered if- and it sounded funny, even to her- she wondered if she could request smaller quarters. On a whim, she went to the consol for an internal "floor-plan" of Voyager. All 15 decks. Checking deck two, thinking it would be nice to be near the mess hall, she realized this was the Senior Staff floor. *No matter.* she thought to herself. *Let's see. . .*
Then she saw it. Perfect. And when she brought up the schematics. . .
"Brilliant." She thought with a smirk. Small quarters, with a bunk bed, compact living quarters, and a small space for a table and chairs, all-wall viewport, and a washroom. And the best part: one wall was right beside Commander Chakotay's quarters. And being so small, this wall wasn't soundproofed. *Oh, but I won't be EAVESDROPPING. . . but if I -happen- to be awake, well, I can't HELP it if I overhear something!* Delta grinned evilly to herself. She'd ask the next day. The next day. . .
"Computer, what's the Stardate?"
"Today's Stardate is 49682"
"Hmm. . ." Delta sat down to think. She desperately needed to. There were so many thoughts to order. And so many things half-remembered. Closing her eyes, she prodded at things in her mind. Memories that should have been easily accessible, she was sure, felt like a solid wall when touched. So she went around to the back. There was something soft there. Pushing her memory with her eyes scrunched up, she felt something give; and suddenly, food.
All the foods she had ever eaten, the taste came flooding back. Steak. KD Macaroni and Cheese. CHEESE! Pizza. Tuna. Salmon. Prime Rib. Chicken. Cheese. Turkey. Mashed potatoes. Broccoli. Shepard's Pie. Soup. The list went on and on and on. . . she felt famished. But she knew it was all psychological. She tried and partly succeeded in creating a small 'pocket' for the food memories. Then she went back to the songs.
She knew so many lyrics, and as she tried to bring them forward in her mind, parts came into order. Country songs together, pop songs together, operas, rap, slow, fast, sad, happy, upbeat, melancholy. The songs organized themselves. Putting them in their own pocket, she turned her thoughts to another soft spot she felt she could break through.
Information.
Touching with her mind, she realized she needed, desperately needed, the things inside there. She pushed anxiously at the bubble, and felt it give.
And the world around her exploded.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The ship rocked, and Kathryn sat bolt upright in bed.
"Captain," Ensign Kim's voice broke the silence of her quarters.
"Go ahead."
"I'm detecting a massive contained energy surge on deck 13."
"Where exactly? Are there any ships in the vicinity?" The Captain sat even straighter. Crew quarters. If they were under attack and they lost even more of the crew. . . shaking these thoughts away, she listened to Harry's report.
"Nothing on scanners for ships, Captain. Hold on, internal sensors are having trouble getting through the interference. . . section isolated. Alpha-26, Captain."
Janeway's eyes widened. Slapping her hand on her commbadge, she barked "Commander! My ready room!"
Section Alpha-26.
Guest Quarters.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chakotay was talking to Neelix about the party when the ship shook. All around him people were thrown to the floor. Neelix's head hit the counter and Chakotay reached over. The Talaxian was unconscious. Tapping his badge, he said in what he hoped was a steady voice, "Chakotay to Transporter Room 1. Emergency beam to sickbay." Neelix's form disintegrated in front of him. Standing up to survey the damage, he heard the Captains voice of his commbadge. She didn't ask politely. It was an order.
"Commander! My ready room!"
And Chakotay knew better than to ask.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Delta felt like she was floating. Opening her eyes, she realized they hadn't responded. Reaching up her hands, she touched her face. No, her eyes were open all right. But all there was, was black.
She was suspended in an endless sinister abyss of black.
An endless sinister abyss of black that was now turning orange.
An endless sinister abyss that was not so endless, still black but with orange humanoid shapes floating around with her.
A not-so-endless, still-as-sinister abyss of black with orange humanoid shapes floating around her that were saying something.
*May the Lord have mercy on my soul* thought Delta as she realized they were trying to talk. . . to her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chakotay walked into the Captain's ready room. The look on her face told him that he whatever had caused the ship to shake had something to do with Delta. He hoped for the best. Whatever that would be.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, the Doctor healed Neelix, sent him back to the mess hall, and went back to trying to make himself have a little more hair.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So, review, people, review! Like it? Love it? Think I'm the devil? Insane? Brilliant? Should be somewhere with nice, soft padded walls that are bright orange? Tell me! But if you don't, that's oka- Actually, no, it's not okay. I want to know if anybody is reading this and what they think of it so tell me NOW!
Happy Holiday Season!