Oh, No, Not Another Mutiny!
Disclaimer: I don't think I own Star Trek, but then again, that lightning really hurt.
Chapter 4: Confrontation
The zero hour was closing in. Chakotay was about to give his command. The Maquis were tense, knowing what was coming. The Starfleet were uptight, detecting the trouble that was about to start. The only ones unaffected were the Doctor, Seven, and Neelix. Not that they weren't nervous, but their difficulties were caused by something else entirely. They knew the crew was acting strangely, but they weren't afraid of one group or another, but rather what the groups might do to each other. They were acting positively mad.
Seven could sense the trouble, but had not yet spoken to anyone about it. She made her way to sickbay. "You called for me, Doctor?"
"Seven, have you noticed any of the crewmembers acting, bizarre, over the past few days?"
She looked hat him questioningly. "Strange how?"
"Paranoid, dazed?"
"Indeed," Seven responded, "Many of the crewmembers have been acting rather . . . peculiar. Why do you ask."
Neelix interjected. "We're worried about them. There seems to be trouble brewing between the Maquis and Starfleet crewmembers."
"If I have understood the Captain correctly, there were no longer any difficulties in that area."
"That's right," the Doctor confirmed. "Until last week. All the sudden the old contention is reemerging, and stronger than it ever was before. It seems that the crewmembers are in a daze, and all they feel is hate toward members of the other group."
"The three of us have not been affected," Seven pointed out.
"No," the Doctor responded. "I suspect that is because we have no loyalties to one group or the other. We are independent of the feud."
"Well, wait a second, Doc. Seven and I are, but you are, technically, Starfleet. Shouldn't you be affected, too?"
The Doctor frowned, thinking. "You're right, Mr. Neelix. The only difference I can see is that I'm the only holographic crewmember. Do you suppose that has something to do with it?"
"It is possible." Seven concentrated for a moment. "Approximately when did these behavioral changes begin?"
"I would say. . ." The Doctor smiled, realizing something. "About the time we entered the nebula, I believe."
"Do you suppose that could be the cause, Doctor?" Neelix asked excitedly. The Doctor nodded. "I don't want to jump to any hasty conclusions, Mr. Neelix, but I would day it's a very good possibility."
Seven got a look on her face that suggested maybe she had come to a conclusion. "Have either or you noted any change in the suggestibility of the crew."
Neelix's excitement grew. "You're right! Just the other day, when this all seemed to start, I told Ensign Kim that I thought he liked a dish. Well, I knew perfectly well that he didn't, but he suddenly looked. . . zoned and responded that he really did like it. Why, Seven, have you noticed that?"
"Indeed. Doctor?"
"Yes, now that you mention it, yes. That incident with Mr. Paris. He blindly followed all the instructions that I gave him." The Doctor seemed intrigued, and just a bit mischievous."
"Doctor, the crew. We are concerned," Seven reminded him.
He snapped out of it. "Of course. Very concerned. Do you suppose the nebula is causing the suggestibility?'
"That is the logical conclusion, yes."
Neelix was thinking. "Even if the nebula does cause suggestibility, which does make sense, someone or something had to have given the crew the suggestion that they couldn't trust each other. Who would be doing that?"
"I don't know," the Doctor replied. "And that worries me."
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Jr. was as troublesome as his father, and every bit as intelligent as well. He knew that the crew would be in big trouble if Chakotay's plan went through. So when zero hour arrived, he snapped his fingers.
Not a phaser was left on Voyager.
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Simultaneously, all the Maquis on the ship reached for their weapons and found that they had none. By the time they had made this discovery, their shadowed Starfleet crewmembers knew what they intended. They reached for their weapons and had the same problem. fist fights broke out all across the ship at once. It was a disaster, not to mention no one was actually flying the ship.
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Inside sickbay, the noises were quite clear. I think the time for hypothesizing is over," the Doctor pointed out. "We need to do something to save this crew."
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Lt. Paris had not really noticed the difficulties outside his quarters. He was relaxing after a long duty shift, and for the past few minutes, had not worried about the mess between the Maquis and Starfleet. He felt distant from it at the moment. What he didn't know, was that the Maquis shadowing him was approaching his door at that very moment.
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R&R and I'll give you a cookie! Love, LMR
Disclaimer: I don't think I own Star Trek, but then again, that lightning really hurt.
Chapter 4: Confrontation
The zero hour was closing in. Chakotay was about to give his command. The Maquis were tense, knowing what was coming. The Starfleet were uptight, detecting the trouble that was about to start. The only ones unaffected were the Doctor, Seven, and Neelix. Not that they weren't nervous, but their difficulties were caused by something else entirely. They knew the crew was acting strangely, but they weren't afraid of one group or another, but rather what the groups might do to each other. They were acting positively mad.
Seven could sense the trouble, but had not yet spoken to anyone about it. She made her way to sickbay. "You called for me, Doctor?"
"Seven, have you noticed any of the crewmembers acting, bizarre, over the past few days?"
She looked hat him questioningly. "Strange how?"
"Paranoid, dazed?"
"Indeed," Seven responded, "Many of the crewmembers have been acting rather . . . peculiar. Why do you ask."
Neelix interjected. "We're worried about them. There seems to be trouble brewing between the Maquis and Starfleet crewmembers."
"If I have understood the Captain correctly, there were no longer any difficulties in that area."
"That's right," the Doctor confirmed. "Until last week. All the sudden the old contention is reemerging, and stronger than it ever was before. It seems that the crewmembers are in a daze, and all they feel is hate toward members of the other group."
"The three of us have not been affected," Seven pointed out.
"No," the Doctor responded. "I suspect that is because we have no loyalties to one group or the other. We are independent of the feud."
"Well, wait a second, Doc. Seven and I are, but you are, technically, Starfleet. Shouldn't you be affected, too?"
The Doctor frowned, thinking. "You're right, Mr. Neelix. The only difference I can see is that I'm the only holographic crewmember. Do you suppose that has something to do with it?"
"It is possible." Seven concentrated for a moment. "Approximately when did these behavioral changes begin?"
"I would say. . ." The Doctor smiled, realizing something. "About the time we entered the nebula, I believe."
"Do you suppose that could be the cause, Doctor?" Neelix asked excitedly. The Doctor nodded. "I don't want to jump to any hasty conclusions, Mr. Neelix, but I would day it's a very good possibility."
Seven got a look on her face that suggested maybe she had come to a conclusion. "Have either or you noted any change in the suggestibility of the crew."
Neelix's excitement grew. "You're right! Just the other day, when this all seemed to start, I told Ensign Kim that I thought he liked a dish. Well, I knew perfectly well that he didn't, but he suddenly looked. . . zoned and responded that he really did like it. Why, Seven, have you noticed that?"
"Indeed. Doctor?"
"Yes, now that you mention it, yes. That incident with Mr. Paris. He blindly followed all the instructions that I gave him." The Doctor seemed intrigued, and just a bit mischievous."
"Doctor, the crew. We are concerned," Seven reminded him.
He snapped out of it. "Of course. Very concerned. Do you suppose the nebula is causing the suggestibility?'
"That is the logical conclusion, yes."
Neelix was thinking. "Even if the nebula does cause suggestibility, which does make sense, someone or something had to have given the crew the suggestion that they couldn't trust each other. Who would be doing that?"
"I don't know," the Doctor replied. "And that worries me."
***********************************************
Jr. was as troublesome as his father, and every bit as intelligent as well. He knew that the crew would be in big trouble if Chakotay's plan went through. So when zero hour arrived, he snapped his fingers.
Not a phaser was left on Voyager.
********************************************
Simultaneously, all the Maquis on the ship reached for their weapons and found that they had none. By the time they had made this discovery, their shadowed Starfleet crewmembers knew what they intended. They reached for their weapons and had the same problem. fist fights broke out all across the ship at once. It was a disaster, not to mention no one was actually flying the ship.
****************************************
Inside sickbay, the noises were quite clear. I think the time for hypothesizing is over," the Doctor pointed out. "We need to do something to save this crew."
**********************************************
Lt. Paris had not really noticed the difficulties outside his quarters. He was relaxing after a long duty shift, and for the past few minutes, had not worried about the mess between the Maquis and Starfleet. He felt distant from it at the moment. What he didn't know, was that the Maquis shadowing him was approaching his door at that very moment.
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R&R and I'll give you a cookie! Love, LMR