SPACE COWGIRLS
 

"Captain," Mr. Paris muttered as the personnel on the bridge gasped at the ghastly view. All but Tuvok's mouth fell open with dismay. Right before their eyes, sat an exact duplicate of the Star Trek Voyager. Although it shared the same architectural structure as Voyager, it was as dark as a tomb and drifting aimlessly through space.

"Lieutenant Kim, scan the vessel for life signs." The Captain ordered, turning to gaze up at her science officer. "Tuvok scan for any unusual chemical or biological imbalance that may have disabled that ship." She continued, while moving to Tom Paris' side for a closer view.

"Captain Janeway, I'm picking up a hull breach on decks ten, twelve and fourteen." Lieutenant Kim reported, while re-examining the data showing on his screen.

The Captain once again whirled around and looked up at her science officer. "Commander Tuvok, can you tell me what punched those holes in that ship's structure?"

Tuvok's head wavered as he continued to view the control panel harboring the answer. "It appears that the hull breaches were created from twenty century explosive devices, Captain."

"That's impossible! The hull's integrity alone should be immune to such ancient devices. It should take a series of direct torpedo hits to even pierce a ship's structure that way. The force field alone would render the explosives useless. How could that have happened?"

"Captain, traces of RDX (Cyclotrimethylenetrinitramine) have been detected inside the ship. It is possible that the explosives were planted inside the ship to blow it up." Tuvok stated, before continuing his evaluation.

The Captain lowered her head and casually rubbed her chin as she examined the facts. "What kind of ship could cause that kind of damage to a ship as equipped as ours?" She asked quizzically. None of the crew members could answer. They simply continued their evaluations on their respective panels.

"Chakotay, I'll be in my ready room trying to gather information." The Captain stated, while turning to head to her private office. "Lieutenant Kim..." She called out right before Mr. Parris interrupted, "Uh Captain, I've picked up a ship approaching us fast off the port bow." "On screen," Captain Janeway ordered. Mr. Paris adjusted the large bridge screen to show the object approaching. It looked like an old junker yet it had the capability of warp drive. From a side view the words, "Space Cowgirls," were inscripted on the side.

"Captain they're dropping out of warp drive." The helm's navigator (Mr. Paris) reported. "Relay to them that we are on a peaceful mission. We're only here to investigate the drifting vessel, blocking our path." The Captain encouraged as Lieutenant Paris set out to execute the order with precision.

"Captain their commander wishes to speak to you." He reported. "Well, make it so Mr. Paris." She returned.

The Captain found her self gasping at the view. It was Seven (the Seven on her ship) dressed as a twenty century Cowgirl minus the riding pants. She wore a long body length leather jacket, a "V" necked, body suit, with the neck line dipping right below her rib cage, she had a diamond earring in her nose, leather cowboy hat, and a least eight post earrings in each ear. Although the Captain always admired Seven's appearance, she never acted beyond that. Yet, she was finding this woman's features were having a strong (Did I say strong? I meant heated.) affect on her body's sensors. She could feel the beads of perspiration accumulate on her forehead.

The Captain gulped silently and began her introduction. "I am Captain Katherine Janeway of the USS Voyager. We were headed back to the Alpha Quadrate when we came across this abandoned ship. We are on a peaceful mission and meant no intrusion."

The Commander of the Ship, Cowgirls smirked at the Captain's sincere explanation. It had been a long time since she had heard such nobility.

"At ease Captain," she said, rising to give the bridge crew an appealing view of her powerful, statuesque features as she placed her hands upon her hips. "I am not here to pass judgement. We were just out and about when we picked up your ship on our navigational screen." She then sauntered sensually down off her command pedestal displaying her very, well endowed bosom as well as her tempting curves.

"I am called Captain Six. To the left of me is my Science Officer, Commander Suvok." She too was a lovely specimen. She was a cocoa colored, Vulcan like Tuvok. And, she wore the same type of attire as her Captain. "My Communication's officer is Lieutenant Sym." She was of an Asian nationality, petite in form but definitely a vision of sinfulness. "My ships Gunner is Lieutenant Trelana." She was full-blooded Klingon, with long, tendril styled hair, bulging bust line and a sinister grin. "And," the Captain said, crouching over her ship's navigator, dropping her hand slightly above the woman's breasts. "This is the magnificent woman that brought us here." The Commander's tongue drifted slowly out her mouth and grazed the woman's earlobe, "Cathryn." Commander Six snorted as the captain of the starship Voyager's mouth fell open. The woman was an exact duplicate of herself.

The entire bridge crew mumbled at the similarity of Commander Six's crew. They all, in some way, favored someone on their ship or their names were similar in sound.

Captain Janeway staggered back to her seat. She had to sit before the full impact of the other woman's crew floored her.

Commander Six regained her full height and swayed back to her seat. "We are not here to harm anyone Captain. Especially," Six paused briefly in her statement to cross her legs and lick her lips, "you or your ship. The Galaxians have hired us to investigate the abandoned ship as well." Commander Six lowered her elbows onto her knees and glared at Captain Janeway. She then sensually squeezed her arms inward causing her cleavage to peek invitingly over the straining leathers holding her bust prisoner. Captain Janeway shifted nervously in her seat as glistening beads of perspiration adorned her forehead and the bridge of her lips. "We wouldn't mind some company. Care to hang with us for a while?"
 

"I beg your pardon?" The Captain asked, unfamiliar with the language the other Captain was using. Commander Six leaned back in her chair and crossed her alluring limbs once more before she began again. "Would you mind helping us with the investigation? We will of course have to conversate until we find some common ground, as to the on-going investigation, agreed?"

Captain Janeway eyes drifted up and down Commander Six's delicious body, secretly imagining what it would be like to caress it. "Well I don't see the harm in it." Captain Janeway returned. "Then let's check out the stars shall we?" "Ah-huh," the Captain choked, still not understanding the other Commander's lingo. Six smiled at the Captain, realizing she had no idea what she was saying. "Let's go find the perpetrators." Captain Janeway smiled, nodded her head and instructed Mr. Paris to follow the Space Cowgirls.

Conference in the Briefing room several hours later...

"Captain Six, " The Captain of the Starship Voyager announced. "Is here to aide in the investigation and possible capture of whoever is responsible for the abandoned ship we picked up on sensors." Captain Janeway then turned to Seven's duplicate and introduced her to the crew. The Commander of the Spaceship Cowgirls chuckled at the synonyms of the Captain's and her crew's names.

"No wonder your mouth fell open." She stated, looking over at Seven, then back at the Captain. "I would have never pictured gazing right at another me. Yet here I am looking at me." The Captain continued to laugh as she took the seat next to Captain Janeway. Not only was Seven looking her over, the rest of the sectional Commander's were as well.

"You have a very impressive crew Catherine." She then proceeded to spout off what each of the Lieutenant's and Commander's specialized in. The Captain was amazed by her thoroughness, yet the Captain wasn't trailing, not by a long shot. She had also looked into her memory banks for information on Captain Six. After relaying to Commander Six what she had liberated from her files about them. Captain Janeway discovered that the other Commander's ship had somehow been sling-shot into the Delta Quadrant as well. Six gave Janeway a friendly smile and commenced to reveal what she and her crew had learned of the ship and it present status. Both ships information was in sync. They each knew relating details and a few unspoken ones.

The two Captains conversed some more after the briefing to get more acquainted. Commander Six was just as captivating in person. She revealed some of her child hood games and pranks. Actually she was a prankster at heart. She seemed to be a person that enjoyed life rather that spending her time engaging oppositions. Although from the looks of her body, she was well versed in self combat training. Every limb on her body was spectacularly proportioned. Her glistening, tanned body made Captain's Janeway's mouth water involuntarily. <I've never noticed the glamorous build of Seven even when we are engaged in a steaming bout of space racket pawn (Racquet ball with floating mechanism). My God, does she look that enticing>? The Voyager's Commander found her self, smitten with the woman that looked like Seven. <After this is all over with I think I'll ask Seven to have dinner with me in my quarters>. She promised secretly, praying that Seven would accept her offer for the evening.

"Captain to the Bridge," Lieutenant Paris called over the ships intercom. The Captain quickly made it to the turbo lift elevator and headed to her command post. Commander Six followed briskly at her side.

"Captain we've spotted two Hazon-Nistrim ships approximately seventy kilometers out. They haven't spotted us yet." Mr. Paris reported.

"Lieutenant Cathryn," Commander Six spoke sternly. "Have you picked up a vessel on your navigation panel as well?" "Yes Captain," We are maintaining an approach similar to Voyager's. Order as you see fit. We are standing by."

Commander Six looked over at Captain Janeway who was already staring up at her. "It's your call J.W. How do you want to handle this, double or single?"

Captain Janeway gazed quizzically up at Seven's double and begged the Commander's pardon. She was lost again with the twentieth century slang.

"Do you want us to engage together or do you want to take point?" The Captain gave Commander Six a friendly smile, already realizing that her double was the Captain's lover and she didn't want to come between that. "What say we do it together."

Commander Six tilted her head and dipped her hat. "As you wish, Captain. Check back with you in a few." The other commander stepped away from the Captain and ordered her Cathryn to beam her back aboard her own ship.

"Captain we have an intruder on board!" Paris shouted, searching for the location. "Where are they Mr. Paris, and how did they get aboard?" "I'm investigating it now Captain." Mr. Paris fiddled a couple seconds more with his interior locator before pinpointing the intruder.

"Captain I've located them." "Them," "Yes Captain there are two of them." "Alert Security of their position and asked them to intercept." "Yes Ma'am," Lieutenant Paris replied as the Captain requested.

The Space Ship Cowgirls was experiencing the same calamity. They were able to locate the intrusion about the same time as the Voyager crew but it was too late. The explosions had been set and the invaders transported back to their own ship before detonation. Both ships received crippling damage to two of their transporter rooms. The Voyager's deportation device on decks five and nine received extensive damage as well as the Cowgirl's transporter rooms ten and six. Just like the ghost ship they left two light years away, they were dead, like a fish out of water. The hulls had been breached, pulling essential devices out into the suffocating atmosphere.

"Captain," The commander from the Space Ship Cowgirls yelled while rocking aimlessly in her chair. "I'm going to be a little busy for a while, but I'll check back with you as soon as I can rustle up my crew and repair the damage. I'm releasing a cloaked beacon so we can locate those trifling bastards later. It will penetrate their force field and plant itself unnoticed somewhere off the ship's bow enabling us to find them once we are able to navigate. Uh...Oh yeah and have my sister (the Borg Seven, Six's twin) to adjust the frequency on your shields. That way they won't be able to use the same ones to get on board again. Also, inform your navigator to place an electronic block on your computer system so that they will not be able to penetrate any of your sensory banks." The Cowgirls Captain gave Captain Janeway a reassuring smile and said, "Six out."

The Captain rose from her seat and ordered Mr. Paris to deploy repair crews immediately so that they could proceed with their pursuit. Within five hours both ships were back at a hundred percent and ready for battle.

"YEE-HA," Commander Six piped while raising her hand and mimicking a cattle rustler, bucking in her seat. "LET'S GO KICK SOME ASS J.W." She directed playfully at Captain Janeway. The Captain settled into the Captain's chair and retorted, "WE'RE RIGHT BEHIND YOU GIRLFRIEND." Tuvok, Lieutenant Kim, Paris, Chakotay, the Communication Officer and life support technician's heads popped up from their panels and viewed the Captain with confusion. The Captain shrugged her shoulders and said, "Did I get it right?" "OOH-WEE, YOU SURE DID J.W. LET'S BUST A MOVE. CATHRYN, GIVE ME WARP NINE." Six ordered, strapping in.

Captain Janeway watched as the rust bucket transformed into a glistening ray ship. The ship's bulkhead seemed to change to a silvery glow as regular propellers opened up and a neon blue, power surge illuminated the junkyard reject. "YEE-HA," Commander Six screamed, as her ship ripped through space and time.

Janeway chuckled and said, "Follow that Cow girl Mr. Paris, Warp nine." Mr. Paris keyed in the coordinates and pursued.

"Katherine," Six called out through her communicator. "Yeah Six, W'at up?" "You can ease up off the clutch now. We've located our boy friends." "Ah," the Captain purred, while looking over at her navigator. "Mr. Paris, take us out of Warp." The Lieutenant complied.

Both Captain's gazed out of their viewing screens at the two intruding vessels. They were once again looting two ships they had invaded, while holding the crew hostage in one of their other ships.

"Tell you what J.W. I'll take the full ship and you take the thieves." Six suggested, while standing in front of her seat. "Okay," the Captain agreed, while standing in front of her seat. "Mr. Tuvok, ensure that our ambush team is ready." Katherine sassed, while briefly gazing over her shoulders at her science officer. Mr. Tuvok wasn't quite used to the Captain's twentieth century lingo. He simply relayed a disturbing look with his traditional raised eyebrow and did as instructed.

Captain Six chortled and ordered her sidewinders to the transporter rooms.

The enemy vessels never picked up on the two female Captain's ships since they pretty much figured they had rendered both those ships incapable of following. They were engaged in a little extra curricular activity with the captives.

Six and her O.A. team transported onto the prisoner ship undetected. She silently dispersed her women into strategic positions in order to immobilize the skeleton crew.

After detaining the pair managing the bridge, Six and her rustlers headed to the cargo bay. They slipped into the compartment and watched as the Hazons taunted the prisoners and harassed the women. The leader of the squad was beside himself with un-caged desire. He pulled one of the married women from the crowd and forced her onto the floor. He then spat in the husband's face and proceeded to try and rape the man's wife in front of him and all the passengers aboard their ship.

Just as Six stepped out into the light, the four guards that were cackling and watching, turned and pointed their weapons in her direction. "Hold up boys," She mocked, while moving further into the light with her hands behind her head. "I'm here to stop you from harming these people." The guards looked around the crowded cargo bay and determined that she was alone. The room echoed with laughter. "Get over here woman. I'm going to do you next." The leader squawked, while proceeding to pry the other woman's legs open.

"I'm warning you," Six barked. "Get your hands off that woman." The five men chortled heartily again, paying Six no mind. Six was close enough now to take all five of them with the hidden, antique 9mm her great, grand father had given her. She continued to approach the chuckling men with her hands in the air. She watched as even the man trying to rape the woman was too entertained by their own mockery to notice as her once raised hands dropped to her side. She then slid them briskly behind her and removed two, well hidden guns. Her assault began immediately. The captives fell to the floor as she released her punishing wrath upon the thieving slave traders. Before they knew what was happening, nine millimeter slugs were spilling their brains all over the back of them. Within three heart beats she had taken down the giggling four and was standing over the leader who had been attempting to rape the helpless woman.

"Now didn't I warn you not the mess with this lady?" She asked, while placing the muzzle of her historical gun right near his ear. He nodded his head obediently and lifted his hands into the air.

"Uh-Uh," She harped. "I want you to take your right hand and remove that splinter from her, understand me?" She asked, while nudging the barrel of her gun against his ear. He responded as instructed. "Good boy," she praised, before knocking him out with the butt of her gun. She and her ladies secured the ship and headed over to where Janeway and her team were.

On the looting ship...

Captain Janeway and her team watched as the Hazons joked among themselves about disabling two earth women's ships. "You know," One of the loaders started. "I can't see for the life of me why them stupid Earthlings allow their women to even speak. You know I've heard that some even support their families on their own." He paused briefly and shook his head. "What is their world coming too?" All the loaders looked up at him momentarily and fell back laughing. "Stupid humans," another said, as they continued their duties.

The Captain rose to her knees and twirled her point finger in the air. Her team used their invincible stealth abilities to move about the ship. Slowly reprogramming their computers, communication devices and transporters for only their commands. Tuvok had revamped the individual decks and quarters entrances to close at a set time accompanied by a force field to prevent escape.

"Hey boys," Janeway purred, while walking out into the open. Sparing herself enough space from where the force field would activate on her mark. "I see you're scavenging a lot of toys, huh?" The intruding alien species just stood, gawking at the arrogant earth woman. "YOU, GET OUT OF HERE, YOU...YOU...WOMAN," the leader of the loading crew shouted.

Janeway tilted her head (the silent signal to activate the force fields) and glared at him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh yeah, well what are you going to do if I don't. Make me." She spat sportingly.

"That's it," he growled. "I'm going to tear your evil tongue out." He then hurled the vase he was holding in his hand to the floor and leaped at the Captain. "OW-OOH," he howled as the force field threw him clear cross the room. Captain Janeway placed both her hands on her hips and sweetly asked, "Are there any other takers?" The remaining Hazons acknowledged defeat with a nod of their heads and raised hands.

Six stood in the shadows, smiling at the well-versed combat Captain. <She's not my Cathryn, but she damn sure looks like her>. Six twirled her nine millimeters skillfully on her first fingers and snapped them back behind her, artfully slipping them into their hidden holsters. She then tilted her hat lower and ordered her lover to beam her and her team out.

Back on board...

"Open communication Cathryn," Six purred at her lover. The Communications Officer gave her partner a wink and did just that.

Both Captains were sitting in their command chairs when their viewing screens were activated.

"Ah J.W. it has been an honor to serve with you." Six complimented. Captain Janeway smiled and returned the sentiment.

"Wanna see who makes it home first?" Six wagered, while biting off the butt of a cigar. Janeway issued her a daring glare and said, "You're on, home girl. First one at Slappy's bar buys." "Consider it a bet then J.W." Six then gave Janeway a mischievous smirk and instructed Cathryn to plot a course home. Janeway's twin looked up at her one final time and winked, before splitting into warp speed. Janeway chuckled and said, "Damn she didn't even give me her number. Paris take us home." The Lieutenant smiled at the Captain's last sentence and plotted a course at warp five.

Captain's log Stardate 4999.9

Seven and I had dinner tonight. It went really well. She is just as stunning as Six in that purple, see- through gown she wore. We didn't engage in anything more than a little evening conversation, but I feel she is attracted to me as well. I know because she gave me a rather stimulating good night kiss. Boy was it hot!

End Captain's log with an encouraging sigh.

Written and Copyrighted by: L.B. Anderson

May 28, 1999