Chapter 13

Chief Engineer's log, stardate: 1746879.

Peace has at last been restored to my life. The USS-Enterprise-E was passing by Klingon space, so Miral and I hitched a ride. And I'm glad we did. After I blew-up at my uncle for being too curious about my personal life, things got worse. He began following me around, asking me ridiculous questions about my past, my childhood, everything. I couldn't stand it. Miral was having nightmares as well. Being around so many people with bat'leths, was starting to make me worry too. You never know when some unknown custom your not used to will come up, and you suddenly find out your supposed to kill someone.

B'ellana ended her log entry. Miral slept soundly on the bed next to her. All was quiet. At least until Miral woke up. Or if Voyager's mission failed. B'ellana hoped it would be the first one. She wished she could be with Tom. But he had wanted her to stay with Miral. She knew he meant well, but that didn't ake it any easier for her to accept the fact that he might not return. She also had to take into account that if she were there, she might not return either. And Miral needed her parents with her. Even if it was just one of them.

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Janeway awoke, again to find herself lying down in sickbay. She looked around and found the docter walking up towards her.

"Hello captian. Nice to see you awake." he said as he grabbed a medical tricorder.

"How long have I been sleeping?" she asked.

"Had I not awoken you, you would've been asleep for days. But since I have, you've only been sleeping for twelve hours." Janeway jumped off the bed while the docter was scannign her.

"The Borg." said Janeway "Whats been going on? Have they attacked, did we get away, has anything even happened yet? What?"

"I believe I can answer those questions captain." a voice said from across the room. Janeway turned and found Chakotay standing in the doorway. The docter walked towards her to try scanning her again but she hurried over to where Chakotay stood.

"We haven't been attacked have we?"

"No, nothings happened yet. We have however made all of the appropriate modifocations. The deflecter dish modification is about to be tested, Tuvok's modified torpedo is finished and is waiting for you to inspect in the flight bay."

"The flight bay?" Janeway said slightly surprised. "Why is the torpedo there?"

"I'll let Tuvok tell you that."

"Okay. And you can tell me about everything else on the way there." Janeway and Chakotay turned and left. The Docter watched them leave and dropped his tricorder on the floor. Why do I even bother?

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The Queen watched silently as the final cube made it's way towards the gap in her new ship. She hadn't had the resources to build an Exterminator-class cube at hand when she thought of the idea, so she figured fusing many already-built cubes together would work the same. And it had. But she couldn't take pride in it nearly as much since most of it's parts were worn and tens of years old. She also had the problem of Voyager standing right in front of her. There was something not right in allowing them this much time to live. The very notion went against Borg nature. Yet here she was, allowing them time to enjoy their final moments, and quite possibly, form an escape plan. Then something happened that made her hate her decision even more. Something in the back of her mind told her that a large magnetic field was eminating from Voyager. A large region of space on front of the small ship began to expand, pushing away the gases of the nebula, and creating a kind of tube. Then as quickly as the anomaly started, it ended. The gases flowed back into the gap, covering up any evidence of a gap being there. Voyager's crew was up to something.

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"Test successful captian." Harry said cheerfully. "We just need to leave it on a bit longer, and a gap large enough to escape to warp will be ours."

"Excellent work." Janeway said a little excitedly "Now all I need to see is the torpedo thats in the flight bay." Janeway and Chakotay walked into a turbolift and left the bridge.

"Deck 5." Chakotay said to the turbolift, and they were on their way.

"So, why haven't you told me why the torpedo is in the flight bay?" Janeway asked.

"I felt that you need to see the thing for yourself, instead of taking my word for it." He answered. "Tuvok ran into complications, with a standard torpedo casing, and needed something larger."

"How much larger?"

"Again, you'll just have to see for yourself."

"One of these days, remind me to shoot you for putting me through this." She joked. The turbolift stopped and they got off. The flight bay was only fifty meters from the turbolift, and took hardly any time to reach. Tuvok was inside, scanning a shuttle with a tricorder. Janeway and Chakotay walked into the bay, and looked around.

"Captain" Called Tuvok " I have finished making the torpedo, with the correct modifications."

"Thats great, Tuvok. Where is it?"

Tuvok pointed to the shuttle and said "It is right here."

Janeway looked at the shuttle, and saw that it no longer had it's warp nacelles, or viewports. Instead of the nacelles, Photon torpedos had been strapped to it like engines, probably to act as guidance systems and engines, as well as adding some extra fire-power. As for the viewports, they were just covered up with pieces of durasteel.

"Thats, the torpedo?" She asked.

"Yes."

Janeway began laughing. Tuvok and Chakotay exchanged looks, then turned back to stare at her.

"I fail to see anything comedic about the weapon. It is filled with three-hundred pounds of triliithium, as well as two tons of anti-matter. There is nothing funny about it." Tuvok said to his laughing captain. Janeway fought to control herself, but couldn't help it. Soon Chakotay began to snicker a little bit. Tuvok continued to stare at Janeway until she stopped laughing. When she did she found it hard to speak properly.

"Sorry Tuvok, I couldn't help myself. I was expecting something not so...clunky."

Tuvok looked at the shuttle again, still finding nothing funny about it. "Indeed"