Oh No, Not Another Mutiny!
Spoilers: The whole darn series
Timeline: Shortly after "Drive"
Pairing: P/T, D/7, J/Q (Don't like it, don't read it.)
Genre: Delightfully eccentric, but not lacking action (including a
bant'leth fight!)
Rated: PG
A/N: The characters are going to act really screwy and out of character. There's a reason, bear with me!
Summary: Something very strange is going on in Voyager (What's new?).
Disclaimer: "We don't own Star Trek: Voyager!"
"Yes we do!"
"Rool, you are drunk, and when you are drunk, you forget that I do the disclaimers!"
"So do we own it or not?"
"Yes!"
(No I don't, and I don't own Willow either.) ******************************************* Chapter One: I told you nothing bad would happen!
Neelix had already started his fried Glamerian eggs (don't ask) for the morning meal. Once their pungent smell had started to fill the air, it was time to add the Sumian pumpkin. Perfect. It would be just right in time for the first rush of the day. The night shift was just about to get off. He looked out the view screen. Beautiful. They were soaring right through a nebula, and not just any nebula, but a type completely unheard of in any Starfleet literature. Even Seven of Nine, with the expertise of the entire collective couldn't quite discern what it was.
"It is strange, Captain. It seems. . . familiar to me, and yet I cannot specify what it is. This sensation is new to me. Borg do not forget."
The captain had seemed puzzled. "Is it possible that you encountered this nebula, or one like it before you were assimilated?"
Seven raised an eyebrow. "Possible."
And that had been the most conclusive lead they had on the mystery formation. Fascinating. Really fascinating. Neelix loved the novelty of it all. Of course, some of the crew, okay, just Tuvok, had expressed worry about flying straight through an unknown spatial fluctuation. The rest of the crew held the opinion, as stated by Mr. Paris: "Oh, geeze, lighten up, Tuvok." The captain had eventually sided with the majority. Going around the formation would have added weeks, possibly months to their journey, and as always, the Captain was anxious to explore new things. Of course, she assured Tuvok, they would constantly be on alert for any signs of trouble. The Lieutenant Commander had been less than thrilled, but completely obedient, as always. He promised to work overtime, if necessary, to make sure that the crew was safe. So far, no trouble, just a beautiful space anomaly. And Neelix, in his eternal optimism, was sure that there was no trouble.
Funny. It was certainly time for breakfast. Usually there were plenty of people here before he had even finished the meal. Today, the place was empty. He stepped outside to see if something was wrong.
That something was wrong didn't begin to describe it. Parker and Redding, two young ensigns, were grappling in the corridor. All around them, others gathered, stunned. "Ensigns! Ensigns! That is enough!" Neelix separated them with as much effort as he could muster. Fortunately, Commander Chakotay came by for breakfast right about then, and he and Neelix together could separate the brawling ensigns.
The Commander was furious. "What the hell is going on here Ensigns?"
"Ask your little Maquis friend!" Parker said, his voice seething with anger. "I know what you're up to! You're planning a mutiny! You'll never get away with it!"
"Don't be absurd, Ensign." He pointed to Redding. "Come with me, we need to have a little chat." Back to Parker, "I'll be coming right back to have a talk with you." He yanked Redding out of earshot of the others. "Are you crazy! I told you to keep a cool cover! What the hell was that? Are you trying to ruin this whole thing? What if it had been the Captain that had come down that hallway? You could have completely given us away. You watch your mouth, you watch your appearences. You act like the perfect Starfleet ensign until I say so. Remember who's in charge here."
"Yes, sir," Redding responded.
"And don't you dare say anything about this to the Captain." He raised his voice as he sent Redding down the hall. "Report to the Captain's ready room immediately!"
Back to Parker. "You, come with me."
*************************************************** Ooooh, intriguing! What will happen next?! Please R&R! Luv ya' ~ LMR
A/N: The characters are going to act really screwy and out of character. There's a reason, bear with me!
Summary: Something very strange is going on in Voyager (What's new?).
Disclaimer: "We don't own Star Trek: Voyager!"
"Yes we do!"
"Rool, you are drunk, and when you are drunk, you forget that I do the disclaimers!"
"So do we own it or not?"
"Yes!"
(No I don't, and I don't own Willow either.) ******************************************* Chapter One: I told you nothing bad would happen!
Neelix had already started his fried Glamerian eggs (don't ask) for the morning meal. Once their pungent smell had started to fill the air, it was time to add the Sumian pumpkin. Perfect. It would be just right in time for the first rush of the day. The night shift was just about to get off. He looked out the view screen. Beautiful. They were soaring right through a nebula, and not just any nebula, but a type completely unheard of in any Starfleet literature. Even Seven of Nine, with the expertise of the entire collective couldn't quite discern what it was.
"It is strange, Captain. It seems. . . familiar to me, and yet I cannot specify what it is. This sensation is new to me. Borg do not forget."
The captain had seemed puzzled. "Is it possible that you encountered this nebula, or one like it before you were assimilated?"
Seven raised an eyebrow. "Possible."
And that had been the most conclusive lead they had on the mystery formation. Fascinating. Really fascinating. Neelix loved the novelty of it all. Of course, some of the crew, okay, just Tuvok, had expressed worry about flying straight through an unknown spatial fluctuation. The rest of the crew held the opinion, as stated by Mr. Paris: "Oh, geeze, lighten up, Tuvok." The captain had eventually sided with the majority. Going around the formation would have added weeks, possibly months to their journey, and as always, the Captain was anxious to explore new things. Of course, she assured Tuvok, they would constantly be on alert for any signs of trouble. The Lieutenant Commander had been less than thrilled, but completely obedient, as always. He promised to work overtime, if necessary, to make sure that the crew was safe. So far, no trouble, just a beautiful space anomaly. And Neelix, in his eternal optimism, was sure that there was no trouble.
Funny. It was certainly time for breakfast. Usually there were plenty of people here before he had even finished the meal. Today, the place was empty. He stepped outside to see if something was wrong.
That something was wrong didn't begin to describe it. Parker and Redding, two young ensigns, were grappling in the corridor. All around them, others gathered, stunned. "Ensigns! Ensigns! That is enough!" Neelix separated them with as much effort as he could muster. Fortunately, Commander Chakotay came by for breakfast right about then, and he and Neelix together could separate the brawling ensigns.
The Commander was furious. "What the hell is going on here Ensigns?"
"Ask your little Maquis friend!" Parker said, his voice seething with anger. "I know what you're up to! You're planning a mutiny! You'll never get away with it!"
"Don't be absurd, Ensign." He pointed to Redding. "Come with me, we need to have a little chat." Back to Parker, "I'll be coming right back to have a talk with you." He yanked Redding out of earshot of the others. "Are you crazy! I told you to keep a cool cover! What the hell was that? Are you trying to ruin this whole thing? What if it had been the Captain that had come down that hallway? You could have completely given us away. You watch your mouth, you watch your appearences. You act like the perfect Starfleet ensign until I say so. Remember who's in charge here."
"Yes, sir," Redding responded.
"And don't you dare say anything about this to the Captain." He raised his voice as he sent Redding down the hall. "Report to the Captain's ready room immediately!"
Back to Parker. "You, come with me."
*************************************************** Ooooh, intriguing! What will happen next?! Please R&R! Luv ya' ~ LMR