Disclaimer: Captain Silver is not mine. Star Trek is not mine. Any generation. Drat.

Chapter Six

"The Enterprise O, sir. I don't believe this."

"It's probably nothing, Tandro," Silver said calmly. "A ship they stole and didn't have time to repaint. Not a problem. Bring us alongside and invite the captain to dinner."

"And you are going . . ."

"To fix some more food, in case he brings others."

Captain Archer was playing solitaire when a man appeared in his quarters and pointed from a red seven to a black eight.

"Greetings," Archer said politely. "What can I do for you?"

"Are you Captain Archer?"

"Aye."

"Good. There is another pirate ship nearby. A Suliban soldier is on board, in disguise."

"Whoa, hold it. Who are you?"

"My name is John Daniels. I believe you've met my cousin."

"You're . . . from the future?"

"Yes . . . er, Aye."

"You're Daniels' cousin, all right, but how will I know who he is?"

"He will be the only one to recognize this symbol," he said, revealing a piece of paper with the Enterprise O's flag on it. "Actually, some others might recognize it, but only one will know what it means. A green and grey Jolly Roger will mean something to only one of them. He's the one."

"What should I do?"

"Get him on this ship, alone or with one other."

"I'll do my best."

"Thank you. I'll be waiting here." He disappeared.

Captain Archer went off to find Doctor Phlox.

"Captain Jonathan Archer," he introduced himself as he and Phlox landed on the Flammifer. "This is Doctor Phlox. When we saw you weren't all human, he insisted on coming with me, for the opportunity to study a new species."

"Study all you want," Tandro shrugged. "I'm Tandro, the helmsman. The captain's in the galley with the rest of the crew. I hope you're hungry. Captain Silver's an excellent cook. And, no, he didn't pay me to say that."

Archer smiled. At least he'd get to meet the whole crew at once. He and Phlox started for the galley.

Everyone looked up from dinner long enough to see that, for once, their guests weren't going to try to shoot them or anything. Silver stood up. "Welcome to the Flammifer."

"Thank you," Archer said. Phlox smiled.

Archer tried hard to appear normal. He reminded himself that only one of these people was a threat. The others were normal pirates, just like him. Or, at least, just like he used to be.

Phlox, on the other hand, had no worry to hide. He found the entire situation fascinating. He quickly figured out Avanwe wasn't human, and got to work discreetly studying the Elf.

Which is why Archer decided she wasn't the one he was looking for. One of the Kabal would not purposely expose himself or herself as being different. So he also ruled out Spock and the captain. That was a relief. And Phlox was certain the Suliban couldn't make themselves elf-size. That left Peter, Athos, Eric, and Morgan.

"Captain Silver mentioned that your flag was different," Peter said, trying to make conversation.

Archer smiled inwardly. This was his chance. "Aye, green and grey," he said matter-of-factly.

"Ah, you're Green Pirates," Peter said, almost admiringly. All eyes turned to him. "Pirates who steal but give their plunderings to others. Usually a whole town or a village. Considered joining them once, but couldn't think of anyone who needed money."

"Fascinating," Spock said. "I'd never heard of them." It continued like that around the table. Besides Peter, only Morgan had heard of Green Pirates.

Somehow, Archer had known they would be the ones. Peter had been silent most of the time, and Morgan had spocken mostly to Spock. But what could he do to get the two of them over to the Enterprise 0?

As it turned out, he didn't have to do anything. Without any warning but a cry of, "Brother, NO!" Morgan fainted. Only Spock's quick reflexes stopped her from hitting the ground. The young teenager was out cold.

Eric was confused. "Le Fay never said she had a brother."

"What has she said about herself?" Athos asked.

"Not much," Eric admitted.

Nor and Phlox were already busy trying to figure out what had happened. "We have better equipment," Archer volunteered. "We may be able to determine what the problem is and how best to bring her out of it."

Silver nodded. "Do everything you can."

"Permission to go too, Captain?" Peter asked, obviously genuinely worried about his friend.

"Granted."

"Thank you, Captain."

Archer couldn't believe it. This was way too easy. Almost as if some greater force was helping them.

Phlox picked up Morgan and the four of them swung over to the other ship. Morgan was already slowly coming back to consciousness. "No," she pleaded in a whisper, as if in a trance. "Brother, don't do this. Leave them alone."

"Has this ever happened before?" Phlox asked.

Peter shook his head. "Not that I know of. She's been keeping it in check a long time, whatever it is."

Phlox nodded. "So you noticed it, too. She was sweating all through dinner; no wonder she was so quiet. Her friend, the Vulcan, I think he knows, too."

Just then, the man Archer had seen before appeared. "They both knew," Archer said, "so I brought both of them."

"Well done."

Morgan slowly opened her eyes. "Oh, no," she whispered. "You're working with him, Captain?"

"He said that one of you was a member of the Kabal."

"Well, that's one I never heard before. I must say, brother, you're nothing if not imaginative."

"Thank you."

"Which of us is a Suliban?"

"Your friend, Peter, of course."

"Right. And I speak perfect Elvish. Give us a break."

"Sorry; no can do. Unless you would be willing to–"

"Forget it, mellon nin."

"Very well." He snapped his fingers and everything went spinning.

When the spinning stopped, Morgan, Peter, Archer, and Phlox found themselves back on the Flammifer. The Enterprise 0 was nowhere in sight. And Spock, Silver, Tandro, Rona, Latano, Noka, Athos, Nora, and Eric were gone.

"What happened?" Avanwe asked.

"My brother happened," Morgan sighed. Then, gaining control of herself once more, "There are six of us, and we'll all need to pull together to find the others. Avanwe, get back in the crow's nest; we need your eyes up there. Phlox, I'm glad you're here; I have a feeling we might need a doctor when we find the others. Balo, take the helm. Captain Archer, it looks like you're in command. Peter, you're the first mate for now. I'll take over the food."

"Creepy," Balo commented.

Morgan punched her playfully on the shoulder. She had long ago picked up her brother's knack for making light of almost any situation. Now it was coming in handly. "You're welcome to help," she laughed. "In the meantime, I'll try to find the others."

"How?" Archer asked.

At once, the teenager was serious again. "My brother got us into this mess; it's my job to get us out." She lightly put her hand to her forehead. For a moment, she stood there, unmoving. Then she staggered backwards into Peter's arms, still not breaking her connection. Slowly, she brought her hand away.

"Balo, take us southeast."

"You're sure?" Archer asked.

"I'm sure. Please, Captain, trust me."

"What happened to them, Morgan?" Peter asked.

"They were attacked. Some of them, in fact, most of them, managed to escape. Silver and Athos stayed to fight, along with Noka and Eric, and someone else from your ship, Captain Archer; Malcom, I think Spock said."

"I might've guessed," Archer said.

"That's all Spock could tell me. I tried to talk to Athos, but . . . something was blocking his mind . . . another presence. And I think . . . I think I know who . . . or what."

"Wait," Peter said. "Morgan, if your brother is trying to force you to use your powers . . ."

"You know what we're facing, don't you?"

"I think I do."

"Captain Archer, I suggest you prepare the cannons for an enemy that will not be easy to defeat," Morgan said grimly. "We must be ready to fight the Borg."

Muahahahaha. The Borg. All right! Well, let's hope they're ready. :)