Jump Chain 12 - BTVS 4
Part 10
The Ocampa Planet. Halloween Universe.
Back when I'd been on the Voyager Jump, and that was something that felt as if it had happened many, many lifetimes ago, I'd joined the crew of that ship after the Caretaker Array blew up so as to ensure that my presence, and the presence of my companions, didn't interfere with those events and somehow prevent Voyager from becoming trapped in the Delta Quadrant. As such, I'd never seen Kes's homeworld until today.
Not that I'd been missing out on much, the planet was barely M-class as it lacked any natural water and it didn't rain here. Where exactly all the water had gone I didn't know and if it weren't for the ore that was getting dug up on this planet I doubted anyone would have ever come to this place. It was dryer than Tatooine and I would know since I used to live on a version of that planet.
Aside from the mines, there was a trading settlement of sorts that had tunnels which led down to the Ocampa city and that settlement did have water. Which had once been in short supply around here as apparently none one in this part of the galaxy had figured out that they could go and pulverise some comet so as to get some ice. Then it would just be a matter of purifying the ice while letting it melt.
I somewhat understood why the Kazon in the show didn't think of doing this as while they flew around on space ships they'd not developed the technology for, they'd taken it from another race who had enslaved the Kazon. How the Kazon maintained that technology was another mystery. Perhaps they lent out their services to others in exchange for repairs to their vessels. Although in the show a bunch of Kazon did manage to fly Voyager so perhaps they weren't all as stupid as the ones here.
Given that the Kazon were willing to sell the ore they dug up and the Ocampa they'd enslaved after tunnelling down into their city (no doubt using technology supplied to them by a more advanced race) in exchange for things I could replicate, as that tech didn't exist around here, I should have no trouble getting the information I desired.
I'd brought a shuttle down to the planet that was filled with trade goods, so that I could buy information about local space from the Kazon, or anyone else who would sell it. I had probes and great sensors, but there was a lot of space to cover and one of the groups here in this trading camp might have encountered the USS Voyager. If they had then they'd be able to give me an idea of what course the starship had taken.
Riker had come down with to the planet with a few of the people he'd brought with him onto my ship, they were security officers. I'd brought Cameron with me for my own protection, as well as Valkyre in case things got messy She was used to fighting in places like this.
While I wore only a uniform of the Gothic Consortium I was far from unprotected as aside from the uniform itself which was made from energy-absorbing materials, I had my personal shield and my powers to protect me. If things got really rough I would just abandon the shuttle and have everyone beamed back up to the ship.
"So who around here has the best star charts?" I asked a humanoid alien.
I'd already entered one of the bars and started talking to people. A few mind tricks and gemstones, they didn't have replicators in this part of the galaxy so such thing had value, soon got me the information I needed. This was good as I didn't want to stay in this dump for long. This was barely civilization, this settlement was nothing more than a collection of tents and poorly repaired old buildings.
"The Sunblitz Brotherhood travels far and wide," the Talaxian trader told me.
This Talaxian was not Neelix and when I asked this member of his race if he'd heard anything about Voyager's cook he didn't even recognise the name. There had only been a small chance that this trader would know of the fate of his countryman, but it had been worth asking.
I checked my Omni-tool and soon discovered that The Sunblitz Brotherhood was a group of Aeldari Corsairs who were allied with the Craftworld Alaitoc, though they have also been known to closely associate with Craftworld Lugganath.
Most Eldar would never become pirates or raiders as they are aware that such behaviour brought about the downfall of their species and led to the birth of Slaanesh back in the 40k universe. The survivors of the Fall of the Aeldari, the Asuryani of the Craftworlds, developed a way to control their own inner natures.
Every Craftworld Eldar chooses for himself a discipline which he or she then makes it his or her task to master. It may take many standard years to successfully accomplish this, perhaps more than a single human lifetime. Each discipline is called a Path, and each Path may necessitate further choices and specialisations.
For example, the Path of the Warrior has many Aspects, and whilst all enable the Eldar to master the skills of combat, each Warrior Aspect brings with it its own special techniques and abilities. Other Eldar Paths include that of the Bonesinger, as the psycho-technicians of the Craftworlds are called, who craft Wraithbone and other psycho-plastic materials to fashion the material artefacts of the Eldar civilisation. There are innumerable Paths, some of which are chosen only rarely, but each offers its followers a complete way of life during the time which they tread upon it.
Sometimes the rigid constraints of the Asuryani Paths are too intolerable even for an Eldar to bear; such individuals leave their Craftworlds and become known as Outcasts. Many Eldar will spend Terran years or decades as Outcasts before they return to the Eldar Paths.
Eldar Corsairs were those Eldar Outcasts who have deliberately chosen to make their living by raiding the commerce of the other star-faring intelligent races. While such groups are a constant threat to merchant shipping, they lacked the ability to face off against a true military force so they tended to get chased off only to return later.
The Eldar didn't really need to go off and raid anyone to survive, their Craftworlds can supply all their needs, they do it more for the thrill than anything else, and such corsair groups might also work as mercenaries, or even be hired to protect merchant ships, at least until they bored of such duties. I didn't know if this happened in the 40k universe, but we did have intelligence files that told us it did happen in this universe.
After years of adventure and wandering, or sailing the seas of space aboard the pirate fleets, most Eldar eventually return to the sanctuary of the Eldar Paths. But until that happens these Eldar are followers of the Path of the Outcast Eldar who have turned away from the Paths and abandoned their Craftworld.
While they could be trusted more than Farseers and much more than their dark kin I was still worried about doing business with them.
"Oh great the Aeldari" I muttered.
Riker heard me and I quickly got him caught up, explaining to him details about the Sunblitz Brother.
"Starfleet has had dealings with the Eldar," he told me "Despite our best efforts they've nearly ended in disaster".
Those pointy-eared fuckwits were not to be trusted so I would have to be very careful in making this deal. I kept my guard up as we made our way over to the Aeldari pirate camp. Looking around I saw that like the rest of their kind these raiders preferred to use fast and nimble craft. Such as the Warp Hunter which was a high-speed assault craft and Vyper jetbikes. I'd love to be able to take some of these crafts apart despite the fact that I would never be able to recreate the tech as I couldn't produce Wraithbone.
The greatest of the materials the Eldar employ is called Wraithbone: an immensely resilient substance that is grown rather than made, more resilient than Adamantium and far more flexible. When a Wraithbone construct is damaged, it will gradually repair itself, a process that can be accelerated by the psychic chanting of a Bonesinger. Because of this, the greatest war-constructs are made almost entirely from Wraithbone, giving them extreme durability and strength.
All the raiders of the Sunblitz brotherhood carried a least one example of the standard weapon of the Eldar military forces, these were Shuriken guns, weapons that use gravitic forces to fire thin discs only a single molecule thick at the discs are so thin that they are usually fired in bursts. The Eldar use these weapons in the form of pistols, cannons, and a light carbine known as a Shuriken Catapult. I'd love to get my hands on one of them, but the pointy-eared gits weren't in the habit of selling their weapons to what they considered to be the lesser races.
As for armour, the pirates wore stuff made from some alien material and it was all coloured like a sunset, with reds, oranges and golds, quite pleasing to the eye.
So were the Eldar themselves. I lacked the xenophobia common to humans in 40k galaxy as such I saw the Eldar as graceful creatures and while for some it would hard to tell the males from the females I could and I found the females to also be pleasing to the eye. Alas even if one of the females was willing to lower herself to spending time alone with a member of a lesser race such as myself I would never trust one of the Eldar to be alone with me.
Not that I considered myself to be a member of a lesser race. These arrogant space elves might think themselves to the pinnacle of biology life in the galaxy, but in truth, they were nothing when compared to me. I could kill with my thoughts and travel to different dimensions on a whim. The forces of magic, as well as the powers of the Force, were mine to command.
"Hold Mon-keigh!" ordered a guard.
According to my extensive research of the 40k galaxy, the Mon-keigh were an ancient xenos race that was exterminated by the Aeldari millennia before their first contact with Mankind. The Mon-keigh are described in Aeldari stories and legends as a species of sub-intelligent, cannibalistic beasts that lived in the twilight realm of Koldo. These misshapen monstrosities invaded the Aeldari lands and subjugated them for many cycles until they were eventually cleansed from the galaxy by the Eldar hero of old who was called Elronhir. How sub-intelligent beasts managed to subjugate the space elves was unknown as was how a single hero wiped them all out, but all cultures had old stories that made little or no sense.
In more modern time the word "mon-keigh" of the Aeldari Lexicon refers to any non-Aeldari species they deem inferior and in need of extermination, and that's pretty much anyone who isn't an Aeldari. Although in the 40k universe if the Eldar had really wanted to they could have wiped out humanity before the species ever left Terra.
Mostly the word was just a pejorative term used to describe humanity, and it did sound as if they were calling us monkeys, and this was not as rude as you might think as monkeys are primates like humans and primate species were clever, adaptable and capable of evolving to hights the Eldar, who were a stagnate species, could never hope to reach. None of these pointy-eared pansies would ever be able to ascend to a higher level as some humanoids could.
"What do you want from us, human?" said another guard.
I resisted the urge to start force choking some bitches as while these raiders could do with some killing it wouldn't get us anywhere and there were hundreds of them.
"We've come to purchase some star charts," I said.
Hopefully, the bartering wouldn't take too long as I had no desire to spend any more time than I had to in talks with these tossers.
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The Phoenix. Halloween Universe.
Since it takes time to find a starship even when you great sensors and lots of probes I'd found myself with little do this evening. Upon discovering this Jane had come to my room so that we could spend some time together and I'd agreed to this.
I suspected that she was a little jealous of Violet who had come on board for the weekend. Jane had a foster sister in the form of Faith but the young Slayer had become more of an older sister for the psychic girl, and Faith didn't need much attention from me in any case.
The evening had started off innocently enough with us watching some local entertainment that was broadcasted on a subspace channel, then I'd started rubbing her back, now she was on my bed while on all fours waiting for me to rub lotion onto her ass.
Even as I put more lotion onto my hands I wasn't quite sure why I'd agreed to this. I was still rather awkward with Jane when she wanted to do anything sexual and it seemed clear to me that this massage would result in us having sex. Still, I would not just make some excuse and leave because Jane had made it quite clear that she wanted to be a proper companion of mine, and I didn't want her to go off with someone else.
Soon both of my hands were on her ass, rubbing gently before kneading the tender flesh that made up her but Because of the angle, I could see her little asshole, it was totally hairless, and pink in colour. Somehow even that part of her managed to look all cute and innocent.
Her pussy did as well despite no longer being a virgin hole, and since I'd already fucked her I didn't see any reason to slip a finger inside her. I took it out again and when I did she did her best to wiggle her ass at me in a suggestive way.
"Daddy, do that again," she requested.
I began to rub her ass again.
"No, the part with your finger" she begged.
Despite the earlier awkwardness, my jeans were now becoming uncomfortable. I unfastened them with one hand, and soon I wasn't feeling quite so restricted. Then I began to focus on my baby girl. Before long she was moaning and making other noises that let me know that she'd become very happy. Soon she was so wet it was almost flowing down her legs
"Mmm, that feels good, Daddy" she needlessly told me "Can you touch my boobs too?".
I leaned over and began to feel her breasts as she wanted me to. I did so spoil my little girl.
"Do you want to have sex?" I asked after some more touching.
She didn't take long to answer.
"Yes, I want to feel you inside," she answered, the tone of her voice was pleading "In my butt. I want to give you the first time for that hole, too".
Moving quickly I freed my cock from his boxers and then I lubed it up before I touched her butthole with the head of my dick.
"Put it inside" she begged.
Jane moaned at what was a very welcome intrusion, but I kept it brief as since there was no reason to rush, and the second time I pushed my cock into her it went in much further, I liked watching my dick disappear into her tight little ass. It seemed impossible that it should fit yet it did. It should have hurt her, but I could use my powers to make her so much pleasure that any pain simply wouldn't register.
"You okay, sweetie?" I asked.
She didn't answer me. Instead, she pushed back on her knees until I was completely buried in her, and when I held her by the hips she didn't need to support her own weight so she now had a free hand that she used to stimulate her clit.
I began thrusting gently into her ass and as I did she ended up with her hips up in her air and her face buried in the pillows. She was letting me do all the work while she rubbed her tight little pussy. At this point I started really fucking her ass, encouraged by the sounds she was making. She'd lost the ability to make words, but I could tell that she was happy.
After she reached orgasm I began to focus more on what I was doing. After a short time my foster daughter, my sweet little baby girl started talking dirty to me. I was fairly sure that I knew exactly who she had learned such things from, and coming from her it should be horrible, yet it was turning me on.
"Oh, fuck my ass, Daddy," she said "Do you like putting your hard cock in my tight little baby girl asshole? Does it feel good? ".
Rather than reply to that, I focused on fucking her deep and deliberately, pulling back and then slamming into her. She could take it now, she was too turned on as to care if I did any damage and her asshole had been stretched to fit me. She was lurching forward every time I rammed into her, moaning, being all sexy as fuck.
Clearly, the generous genetic modifications I'd made to her body were working out well. She was more than tough enough to take a good butt fucking even with my higher than normal strength and eagerness. This meant that I could keep going, it also meant that Jane was ready for more advanced bedroom activities than I had thought, but there was no rush.
I focused on fucking her until I was done, and when I was able to divert some of my attention to Jane I could hear her soft breathing as she worked to recover from the sex session. I stayed behind her, holding on to her hips until my dick slipped out of her.
"That was fun," Jane said once she could speak again "but I think I want in my other fuckhole next time".
I slapped her butt.
"Language," I told her.
She rolled onto her stomach and pouted at me.
"Sorry, Daddy," she said, "I meant to say: I hope you will enjoy my sweet little pussy next time".
That was more like it. I liked her more innocent and eager to please.
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USS Voyager. Halloween Universe.
"Captain a fleet of Ogami ships has just appeared on our sensors" Lt Tuvok warned his Captain.
While the Ogami were a mercenary-warrior race, most generally thought of them as pirates here in the Halloween Universe, and when they attacked an outpost or a ship the Ogami were brutal and ruthless. Like other such raiders, they didn't take prisoners unless they were looking for slaves to sell and they would loot anything of value no matter whose corpse they had to take it off.
In this society of warriors, there was a long-standing tradition of hiring themselves out as mercenaries to fight in the wars of other races. Their code of honour ensured that they always finish the job and fight to the end, something that makes their mercenary services both highly prized and expensive. Someone must have hired them to deal with Voyager, and it could be any number of organisations as the officers of the ship had upset quite a few people over the last couple of years.
When it came to their biology the Ogami are large and bulky. They are about 2.5 meters tall, and their strength was greater than that of most humanoid races. Their skin, more of thick hide really, was blue in colour, and they had small eyes with no visible ears, and their mouth had evolved to let eat tough food. Including the raw meat of other intelligent creatures.
While the Ogami used Slipstream capable attack ships. In personal combat, they used an odd archaic combination of Gauss guns, axes, and metal shields. They also used shock and awe tactics when boarding a ship, and this was why they'd ambushed Voyager, they wanted to board the vessel, kill or enslave the crew, and loot its technology.
The crew of Voyager had once tried to install a salvaged Slipstream drive into their vessel, but the starship wasn't manoeuvrable enough to fly through Slipstream and even Tom Paris hadn't been able to navigate the Voyager. It hadn't taken all of his skill just to keep the Intrepid-class from breaking into parts that would be scattered across the universe.
"Raise shields and arm all weapons" Janeway ordered.
"Get us out of the nebula!" the second in command ordered.
For a chance of pace, the USS Voyager had stopped on its journey home to check out a nebula with odd properties. One of these properties prevented a warp-capable starship from going to warp while near the nebula. Which made it a good spot for ambushing ships like Voyager. The Ogami seemed to be a crude race, but they weren't stupid, like the Orks, another race of thugs that the crew of this ship had encountered, the Ogami should not be underestimated.
"Firing phasers," the Vulcan tactical officer told bridge.
Ogami ships were small and very nimble, which made them very hard to hit, however, they either lacked shields or only had minimal shields and little in the way of armour, so a well-timed phaser shot would destroy one of their ships. Alas, they travelled in large packs and had the agility required to avoid photon torpedoes, and since they didn't give up until they were all dead then Tuvok was going to have to destroy or disable all of the enemy vessels so as to keep his vessel safe.
"They are firing some sort of projectiles at us" the crew member at ops reported.
Before Janeway could find out more about that the ship shook and another member of the crew informed her over the comm that there were intruders on board.
"Those projectiles are mostly hollow and somehow they went right through our shields," the Captain said as she soon realised what was going on "They're boarding torpedoes!".
The Ogami were warriors for hire so likely another race or a group had hired them to destroy Voyager, and they had given the raiders some sort of technology that allowed them to pass through Starfleet shields. If the latest report from the security forces this included the force fields normally used to confine an intruder.
"Everyone arm yourselves," Janeway said over the comm "Set phasers to kill".
She loathed having to order that, but the Ogami wore armour and had a biology that made them resistant to stun and even when you did stun one successfully they'd quickly recover before trying to kill you again.
"Security teams to engineering" Tuvok ordered over the comm.
If it looked as if they couldn't take the ship then the Ogami would likely try to destroy it by blowing up the warp core.
"More boarding torpedoes incoming!" they were all warned.
Janeway looked at her second in command, hoping that he had an idea, and while he had grim look on his face he did have something to suggest.
"We can seal the doors in any section that contain only the Ogami and switch off the life support in those sections," he said, "I know its horrible, but we don't have much choice, they will kill all the crew and take the ship as a trophy".
Before Janeway could order anyone to do that the ship shook again, only the shaking was different this time.
"That was an internal explosion" Tuvok reported, "The Ogami on board are using some sort of explosive devices to blast open the entrances to the turbolifts".
Which made the commander's idea useless.
"Another ship has just entered the system" Tuvok informed the other officers "It is firing on the Ogami vessels".
The view screen switch to show a large vessel firing plasma weapons of some kind that blasted the raider's crafts into debris.
"Captain some sort of hole in space has just appeared in cargo bay 2, and someone is requesting to come on board" someone reported over the comm system, "He says his name is Gothic, and he has a lot of robots with him".
For a moment that name registered something in Janeways's mind, but she had no time to dwell on such things, as for a sudden hole appearing on her ship, she'd experienced much stranger things in the last couple of years, and they were in no state to turn away any sort of help.
"He must be from the ship that came to lend a hand" Tom Paris theorised.
That seemed a good an explanation as any.
"Grant them permission," Janeway said over the comm "and warn the rest of the crew that we have strangers helping out, I don't want to cause any misunderstandings with our new friends".
Before the Captain could even think of what to do next she had more to deal with.
"The new ship is hailing us" the crew member at Ops let the rest of the bridge know "A Commander Riker wishes to speak with you, Captain".
Now that was a name that Janeway hadn't expected to ever hear again.
"William T Riker was one of the other officers who was offered command of this ship," Janeway told her own Commander "He declined so he could stay on the Enterprise".
Well, that was what she remembered, it hadn't actually happened as this version of Voyager hadn't even existed until it appeared in the Delta Quadrant.
"He's requesting to come on board with his officers so they can help secure the ship" Janeway was told.
She granted him permission too. Perhaps Riker would explain about the starship which had appeared to save them.
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USS Voyager. Halloween Universe.
Even as my bots and I stepped through the portal that I had made into the cargo bay of the starship the fighting started. An Ogami raider gunned down one of the Ensigns who'd been guarding the cargo bay, that could contain things of value, and before it could kill the second I blasted the pirate with my homemade bolt pistol, blowing a massive hole in its chest.
I'd been experimenting with creating new kinds of bolter ammo and this seemed like a good time to test them out. I also carried a ripper, basically a small chainsword, as well as a Traveller particle magnum on my hip in case I ran out of bolts during the battle. I could pull weapons out of the Asgardian Armory, but I doubted that I would need to for this mission and in the heat of battle it was easy to forget that I could do that.
The Starfleet Ensign who wasn't dead, a blue-skinned alien perhaps a Bolian, took one look at us, and then at the dead alien before fainting. I suspected that this was more due to the stress and sheer strangeness of the situation rather than simply cowardice.
None of this surprised me as after sending out probes and consulting all the star charts we had I'd began using all the forms of divination I knew in order to help track down Voyager, and while looking into a powerful magical crystal I'd seen this ship close to a nebula. After that, it had simply been a matter of finding the right nebula in the star charts before jumping to it via hyperspace.
"Raven keep the portal open" I ordered.
Opening and sustaining a portal always took a certain amount of focus and power so I wouldn't be able to do while fighting so I'd gotten my magical apprentice to stay on the Battlestar and to keep the portal open in case we needed it for a quick escape. I could open my own portals but having two would be better if we needed to evac the crew of this ship.
"Cortana deploy the bots and gather any advanced tech they have on them" I commanded.
Likely they would only have basic gauss weapons, but since storage was no longer a concern thanks to getting capsule technology, I might as well gather as much tech as I could from this universe for later study.
"Cameron, try to take some DNA samples from the bodies if you get the chance," I said to my cyborg protector "Just don't let the Starfleet officers see you do it".
I was still thinking about the creation of my ultimate form, a project for a future Jump and the more DNA samples I gathered now the less work there would be later. Plus that fight club in LA might like a cloned Ogami to battle some demons.
As a group we then got moving. I knew that these aliens would destroy any ship they couldn't capture. Since I also knew that the easiest way to destroy a Starfleet ship was to denote its warp core, and those things were not hard to destabilise, I began a run to engineering with my Magnadroid bodyguards coming with me.
It wasn't long before I ran into some action. A couple of Ogami, members of a very minor race from the Andromada verse if I remembered their origins correctly, charged at me with their crude weapons, firing gauss round and waving axes around like they were nothing more than blue coloured Orks.
Even if they had been able to hit anything my kinetic barriers and power armour would have protected me, as it was I didn't even break side, I just gunned them down and left the clean up the tedbots that would follow behind us. They would be needed to help prepare this ship to be towed through hyperspace as well.
While it had been a very long time since I'd set foot on any version of Voyager I'd lived and served on this vessel for years so I knew my way around and soon made it to engineering, and into a firefight. Some of the Ogami had made their way here and were currently trying to break into Engineering. A few brave security personnel fought to stop them, but they were outnumbered and rapidly losing ground.
I came to their aid. Calling upon the Force I moved quickly, my Brotherhood of Steel style power armour actually helping me move faster rather than slowing me down. The many firefights I'd been in before meant that I didn't even need to think of what to do next I just rounded the corner and blasted the hostile aliens.
"No more on this deck," Cortana told me.
She brought up a hologram that showed me a group of Ogami heading up towards the bridge. Climbing up the turbolift tube at a rapid pace. I waited until they arrived on the bridge and then I dealt with them. Rather than chase after them, I carefully pictured the bridge in my and teleported myself with magic onto the bridge just as the phaser fire began to fill the air.
I gunned down the Ogami in a couple of heartbeats, and this left the bridge crew looking at me with a stunned expression.
"Long time no see, Captain," I said to Janeway.
No one in this part of the ship felt the need to faint.
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USS Voyager. Halloween Universe.
"She's a fine ship," said Riker as Captain Janeway gave the commander a tour of her vessel "Starfleet will be glad to have her serving the Federation back in the Alpha Quadrant".
It had been a pleasant surprise for all of the officers to find out that Gothic planned to tow the whole ship to Deep Space Nine rather than abandon the space ship in this region of space. It would not be a simple thing to do, and the power requirements were staggering, but it would be worth the price paid to the consortium to get Voyager back into service.
"We need the help" Riker then added.
Janeway paused for a moment.
"I can't promise that all of my crew will even want to stay in Starfleet once we return to the Alpha Quadrant" she admitted, "We've been through a lot, and finding out that we're cut from Earth has hit some of my people hard".
The Earth of this universe was surrounded by a barrier that they couldn't penetrate, and according to what information that had about the planet that barrier was protecting the rest of the galaxy from what was on Earth as much as the other way around.
"As for Maquis, does that group even exist here?" Janeway wondered.
The DMZ, a region of space between the Federation and the Cardassian Union was in this reality a dangerous place, to say the least with former Federation and Cardassian colonies sharing space with hostile races. The more civilized peoples considered Bajor to the frontier with what was beyond being mostly unknown. The Cardassians weren't sharing any information and were keeping their borders closed as much as possible.
"I really don't know," Riker told his superior officer "But I'm sure Starfleet will honour any rank you've given to the Maquis among you if they decide to stay".
They couldn't afford to do otherwise since they badly needed more officers.
"I think we can organise the crew better once we reach Deep Space Nine," said Janeway as they began walking again "For now its best just to focus on getting this ship back to the Alpha Quadrant".
Since it was Riker's mission to get them into Federation space he agreed with this.
"It will take a few more hours to sort out all the modifications" Janeway stated, "We need to be able to merge our subspace field with the Battlestar before they tractor us through hyperspace".
Without that field, should the tractor beam that would drag Voyager through hyperspace somehow fail the Starfleet ship wouldn't be able to exit hyperspace, but with the field in place, Voyager would be able to use its own impulse drive to help it stay close to the Battlestar.
"I was thinking of landing a hand in engineering" the Captain was now saying "Care to lend a hand, Commander".
Riker wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty and so agreed to help.
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The Phoenix. Halloween Universe.
Travelling to this station had taken weeks and would take a little longer, as the USS Voyager hadn't been built to traverse the realm known as hyperspace, unlike my Battlestar which had been designed for that sort of FTL engine, but I'd found ways to keep myself busy.
Before jumping into hyperspace with the USS Voyager in tow I'd taken a chance to look around the ship and indulge in a little nostalgia. Some of the crew had the impression that they'd met me before, but their memories weren't clear and a few had told me that they recalled events from different timelines, which only made things all the more confusing and since it had been so long since I'd lived on Voyager I didn't feel attached the ship so I'd left after a few hours.
Right now I was working on completing my set of Grey Knight armour and weapons. While I had bolters and other killing tools I'd been lacking a close combat weapon. Rather than make yet another sword or an axe I'd decided to make something a little different than what I was used to. My new weapon was an attempt to make my own version of a Nemesis Force Halberd.
They were finely crafted polearms with long, curved blades and sturdy hafts. A Nemesis Force Halberd comprises an iron and silver blade set atop a long Adamantium haft. This extra reach is invaluable to a Grey Knight, often allowing him to land a telling blow before he is within reach of the enemy's own melee weapons or claws. A Grey Knight can easily use such a weapon one-handed in short deadly chops. However, the weapon becomes even more dangerous should he wield it two-handed.
I'd been able to create a long Adamantium haft easily enough, but for the blade, I'd been a bit more creative. I'd used Silverite, a metal found in the Dragon Age world that had similar properties to silver but was tougher. It would be simple to test the material against the demons of the Buffy verse who were vulnerable to silver later and should it prove effective I'd get the weapon blessed by every holy man I could find on Halloween Earth.
Another plan of mine was to have blessed silver used to cover parts of the haft of the weapon in holy symbols, but that was best done by the smiths in Halloween Earth's Sunnydale who specialised in creating weapons to destroy demons with. This would also prevent vampires and some demons from using the Halberd against me should they somehow get their hands on it.
Thanks to the use of certain crystals I would be able to channel my own psychic energies into the weapon, for more destructive attacks, and creatures that couldn't be harmed by normal weapons should fall before this halberd.
"Captain we are about to drop out of hyperspace" I was told.
But first things first I needed to collect my reward for bringing Voyager home. Then I could finish my attempt at a Nemesis Force Weapon.