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Resurrection
Chapter 5

B'Elanna was pacing the floor of cargo bay one, and it was making everyone around her nervous.
She would walk the length of five barrels, pivot, and return to where she started. The ridges on her head were crunched tightly together as she thought. The crew had been trapped in this room for seventy-two hours, and there was no sign of their containment ending. Everyone was starting to get restless.

"Lieutenant Torres," said the low, Vulcan voice from across the bay. "If you do not sit down, I am afraid I will have to restrain you."

"How can you just sit there, Tuvok?" she said in a harsh whisper. She had just finished her tenth
circuit and was standing near the Vulcan security officer. "We have to figure out a way to get out of here and take back the ship."

"May I remind you, Lieutenant, that we are severely out numbered and any coup attempt on our
part would not last very long."

"Give her a break, Tuvok," Tom said from his resting spot. "She's just antsy like the rest of us." He paused. "Well, except you."

"Tom, I am not antsy. I just don't understand why we are sitting around on our butts when we
should be concerned with getting our lives back together." Voyager's Chief of Engineering continued to pace the length of the barrels that were scattered about the cargo bay.

"We have to assume that if Chakotay and the captain could have rescued us by now, they would
have. That means they are either being tortured as Seven said or…" Harry's words trailed off. "So I think that means we're stuck trying to figure out how to get this ship back."

"Thank you, Ensign, for that succinct if unnecessary reiteration of our situation."

"I'm just thinking out loud, Tuvok." Harry slid down a barrel and sat on the ground. "What's the
Doctor's status?"

Tom shook his head. "Not good. When I went in there to get the tricorder to help Seven, the
Minatians were picking apart his mobile-emitter. The Doc was nowhere to be found."

"Well, scratch that idea. I was thinking maybe he could help."

Captain?" The voice of Tom Paris broke through the uncomfortable silence.

"Yes, Lieutenant Paris," Janeway asked without turning around.

"Captain, the rest of the crew and I…we have an idea." Tom paused then, anticipating some sort of verbal response. Instead, Janeway just nodded.

Tom looked around the group and when they all shrugged, he continued.

"B'Elanna and I were going through the communication logs and we found a message that Klantio must have sent. We can trace it to where it was received." The captain remained silent. "Captain, we can get a cure for the commander."

Janeway looked over her right shoulder, making eye contact with the resident Vulcan. No words
were exchanged; Tuvok didn't even so much as blink while they looked at each other. The rest of the crew present fidgeted uncomfortably in their seats, staring at the chair normally reserved for Commander Chakotay.

The captain finished her turn and looked out over her senior staff. The strain of missing one of their key members was starting to wear on them. B'Elanna and Tom had started sitting across from each other at meetings, Neelix always looked tired, and Seven no longer made eye contact with anyone. The only person not showing any strain was Tuvok but…well, he was Tuvok.

"Lieutenant Paris, that is a noble idea but I seriously doubt that Voyager…"

Tom interrupted, no fear of being reprimanded coming to his mind. "Captain, I know that there are a lot of them and only one of us, but if we can talk to the Council…" he paused, collecting his thoughts."All I'm saying is that they're probably more reasonable than Klantio was."

Janeway looked at her current First Officer again, knowing Tuvok would talk her out of agreeing if it were a truly hopeless cause. She took a deep breath and then nodded.

"Very well, Mr. Paris, trace the retrieval point. But don't tell any of the crew." She looked at Seven and B'Elanna. "I want you two to figure out a way to stop those weapons if they attack us again. Harry, help Tom trace the call and Neelix, keep the crew going along." She looked at all of them as they tried not to smile. "Dismissed."

All of the crewmembers filed out of the room and onto the Bridge except Tuvok who was standing behind his chair. Janeway walked over to him, tilting her head up to look him in the eye.

"This isn't an incredibly illogical idea, is it Tuvok?" she asked, her voice concerned, but still hopeful.

Tuvok shook his head. "It is the most logical course of action, given the situation."

Janeway smiled. "Thank you, Tuvok. That's exactly what I needed to hear."

He opened his eyes slowly, and groaned as the pain took over.

A heartbeat later, Rinyht was at his side, frowning a bit. "You are a resilient species, Commander; you told me nothing I didn't know already."

"I told you," Chakotay coughed out. "The Captain has been telling you the truth. I know nothing
more than she does."

"Hrrmph," the doctor said, moving out of Chakotay's line of sight.

Chakotay sighed. His head was pounding; it was probably a side effect from the memory serum that had been injected into him. Ironically, he couldn't remember anything that had happened after the needle had entered the skin of his neck. His body was sore, but he couldn't be certain that wasn't just another side effect.

The doctor came back into view, with another needle. "Let's see if this makes you talk a bit more,
Commander."

The needle entered the base of his neck again. Immediately, images began to flood Chakotay's
mind. He saw the Caretaker's array, his Maquis ship, and the Ocompan home world. The bridge of Voyager floated before him as he saw Tom, Harry and Tuvok standing at their respective locations.

He saw New Earth and Kathryn's bathtub. He remembered that smile on her face vividly. He liked that smile very much. He hoped to see it again someday.

"Now, Commander. Show me where you come from."

Without bidding, Chakotay's own home came to mind. His father and mother smiling at him when he was younger. Those had been good times.

"No, no…later than this. Show me how you arrived in our space."

The past five years began to unravel before Chakotay's eyes. Seska, Riley, the demon planet, the
Borg-all of it lying there, open to his remembrance and interpretations. He startled even himself with a memory long forgotten of he and B'Elanna sitting in his quarters, talking quietly about their days in Starfleet, trying to piece together the protocols they had forgotten over the years. Chakotay had remembered B'Elanna teasing him; he had actual command experience, unlike the half-Klingon drop out. There was no excuse for his forgetting the rules.

The memories stopped just as suddenly as they had started. Chakotay felt his head throbbing,
much more painfully than before. The doctor's voice was muffled and Chakotay had to force himself to listen.

"You are not doing yourself or your crew any good, Commander Chakotay. And you certainly aren't helping your captain any. But we can play this game if you want. I will learn what I want to from you. Or from her. It makes little difference to me."

She heard the board flying through the air only a second before it made contact with the small of her back. Janeway was on the floor, sprawled out on her stomach. She felt tears coming to her eyes but refused to allow them to flow. She would not let Klantio know that he had caused her pain. She would be strong. For her crew and for herself.

She was picked up roughly and thrown into The Chair. She felt the metal straps on her wrists,
ankles and waist. If the latter strap hadn't been there, Janeway wasn't certain she would be able to stay sitting. She heard the terribly familiar sound of a generator powering up only seconds before Juntero's voice broke through. She forced herself to open her eyes.

"You are lying to us, human. If you do not tell us what we want to know, you will be tortured again."

"I have told you everything I can, everything I know. There is nothing else to tell," she added
hoarsely.

The electricity began to coarse through her body then. It was almost a pleasurable experience,
except that there was so much of it. Janeway felt a tear escape her eye and begin to roll down her cheek. She could not wipe it away but she did not wish to. She would deny that they were hurting her as long as she could.

The planet was murky and brown on the view screen. The Bridge crew was silent as they looked
out into space. This planet, the Minatian homeworld, was surrounded by the rounded-off cube ships.

Janeway took a quick count, judging what, if any, resistance there would be.

She had stopped counting at thirty.

"Captain, there's a great deal of technology on the planet's surface," Tuvok said, and everyone
released the collective breath they were holding.

"We're being hailed," Harry countered from Ops.
"On screen," Janeway said.

Instantly, a tall Minatian appeared, filling the screen. His smooth head had blotches all over-reds,
blues and blacks. His triangular eyes were orange and his lips were a pale grey that reminded most of the crew of death.

"I am Councilor Sinten of the Minatian High Council. Identify yourselves."

Janeway smiled. "I'm Captain Kathryn Janeway of the starship Voyager."

"Voyager? Yes, your name is familiar."

Janeway was confused. "We were attacked by one of your warriors, a man named Klantio…"

Sinten sighed. "Then I must apologize. Klantio was not sanctioned to attack anyone; he was under probation."

The Bridge crew looked around at each other. Janeway looked over her right shoulder to Tuvok and he nodded slightly.

"Councilor, I have a very sick crew man. His illness is a result of a drug he was injected with while on Klantio's ship. We were wondering if you might have a cure."

Sinten nodded and smiled. "We'll send a diplomatic team over in an hour with a doctor."

"Thank you, Councilor," Janeway said sincerely.

The view screen went blank and Janeway turned to Tuvok.

"Send a security team down to the shuttle bay. I'll meet you down there."