Queen Kathryn

Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Warship Voyager was in a very bad mood. A mood that was getting worse by the minute. From the moment she had awoken things had gone wrong. First her cup of coffee was too cold then she couldn't find the pips for her uniform. To make matters worse Voyager was going though a part of space that was nearly uninhabited. They had seen nothing, nobody. Kathryn was bored, bored and in a very bad mood.

Halfway though her duty shift Chakotay had offered to take over the rest of the shift. To anyone else it might have seemed like a kind thing to do but Janeway knew better. She knew her first officer better then most people, better then he knew himself, and she knew that he wanted HER job. He had always resented the loss of his vessel when she blew up the Caretaker Array. But the Captain knew blowing up the array was the only thing to do. It was dangerous and when things were that dangerous blowing them to smithereens was the only option. Even though Janeway didn't trust Chakotay she really did want to leave the bridge so she let him have control, at least this once. The next time he offered she might just have to show him whose boss. That thought made Janeway feel better.

Janeway motioned her personal guards to follow her to the turbolift nodding at her security chief, Tuvok, as she left. Janeway liked Tuvok; he was one of the few people on the ship she truly trusted. Yes he was a Vulcan, and Janeway didn't like species that weren't human, but Tuvok was an exception to the rule. He had stood by her and even destroyed some evidence after she had killed her father. All he asked for in return was a place on whatever ship she captained. She had agreed and had never regretted that decision. Well maybe once or twice. Vulcan¹s were annoying at times. They pretended to be logical but they had the same bloodlust as humans but went about it in a logical and methodical manner.

There was only one other non-human on board that Janeway liked, even a little. That was B'Elanna Torres. Then again she was half-human. Besides Janeway had some respect for Klingons. They were good fighters and mean to boot. Janeway half wished she had been around for the war with the Klingons. They were an enemy worth fighting. Not like those damned weak and pathetic Cardassians. They weren¹t even worth the effort. The Maqui had it right. The Federation should never have sold their own planets to the Cardassians. The Maqui had every right to attack the Cardassian worlds that held their homeland. Janeway would have done the same thing in their place.

As Janeway walked to her cabin her mind wandered to the Borg. The last encounter with the Borg was one of Janeway's defining moments. She had done something no one else, not even that damnable Picard, had done. She had beaten them at their own game. She had all but destroyed them. There were only twelve left in existence and they were ALL on her vessel. Janeway had every intention of rubbing that fact in Picard's face. He had the opportunity to destroy the Borg but in a fit of rage he killed a young Borg drone that he had captured. If he had been anyone else, Picard might have been in trouble, but he had allies in high places and he had lied his way out of trouble.

When Voyager had traveled through Borg space Lt. Kim had discovered that the Borg were in a middle of a war with a species they called 8472, and the Borg were losing. So Janeway agreed to give them technology that they could use to defeat species 8472 in return for a shortcut through their space. When they got to the other end Janeway reniged on the deal and waited until species 8472 had destroyed the Borg and then she went back through Borg space and "rescued" twelve live Borg and made them her own personal killing machines. Janeway had every intention of using HER Borg drones if she was given any trouble when they returned to the Alpha quadrant. Heck she even considered using them anyway. Janeway had high hopes and could see herself as the Federation President, or maybe Queen. That thought made Janeway happy, Queen Kathryn. She liked the sound of that.

Janeway smiled when she suddenly had a thought of how to make the day more interesting. Instead of heading to her quarters she walked toward Cargo Bay 2.

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Seven of Nine was in her alcove regenerating, regenerating and plotting. She was plotting the death of Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Warship Voyager. Seven of Nine hated the Captain. Seven of Nine listened to the voices in her head. At one time Seven of Nine found comfort in the voices, but that was when there were thousands of them. The voices were like white noise, there but not there. Now there were only eleven voices and it was worse then no noise at all. It was almost enough to make her crazy.

Seven of Nine knew the Captain was in the Cargo Bay even before she rudely switched off her regeneration cycle. Seven got out of the alcove and looked at the Captain. They stared emotionless at each other for a moment.

Finally the Captain spoke. "My quarters, twenty minutes."

With that Janeway left and Seven watched her leave before turning around and headed back for her alcove. She had twenty minutes to continue her plot to kill the Captain and it was one of the few enjoyments left. She planned to use them. Seven of Nine entered the Captain¹s quarters exactly twenty minutes later. The Captain was sitting on her couch drinking a glass of wine. Seven of Nine stood by the door and waited.

"You know how I hate to be kept waiting Seven." Kathryn stood up.

Seven of Nine hated to be called Seven. It was an inefficient shortening of her name. She wasn't Seven she was Seven of Nine. Seven of Nine knew that was the Captain used it. It annoyed her.

"I am exactly on time, Captain."

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Janeway didn't say anything she just stood there staring at the Borg. They were ugly creatures. All machine and metal. There faces were white as ghosts and their eyes were empty of any life. They were nothing. They were tools. That¹s all they were good for.

Janeway walked to the drone and smiled an evil smile, "Take off your suit."

Seven of Nine did as she was told. Not many people knew that most of the bio-suit that the Borg wore weren't necessary. They were there simply to protect the biological part of the drone. The Captain knew this and she used this knowledge at every opportunity.

Janeway waited patiently as Seven of Nine removed her bio-suit and then took in an eyeful. Janeway circled the drone taking in every inch of her property. When she made it all the way around Janeway looked into the Borg's eyes.

"So, are you still thinking of ways to kill me?"

"Yes." Seven of Nine said simply.

Seven wasn't worried about the Captain¹s anger. It was a game they played. The Captain didn't believe she would actually try to kill her. Instead she got quite turned on. Not many people would admit to wanting her dead. Even though many did. Both on the warship and off.

"So how would you do it, Seven?"

Seven of Nine thought for a moment, "I could always snap you neck."

Janeway smiled and laughed only genuine laugh that Seven of nine had ever seen from her, "Yes sometimes the simple way is the best."

As she spoke Seven of Nine felt the Captain¹s gloved hands kneading her breasts. Seven of Nine gasped involuntarily. She tried to focus on the conversation but was having a difficult time.

"So tell me another way you would kill me?"

Seven thought about saying a phasor blast but the last time she did, the Captain got angry. It was too easy an answer, and the Captain hated easy answers. Besides where would Seven of Nine get a phasor?

"I could, instigate a riot." Seven said finally.

Seven of Nine suddenly gasped for breath as she felt two fingers inside her. The Captain roughly pumped in and out of her, still with the long black gloves on her hands.

"Yes but who would follow you? The Borg? There are twelve of you not enough to take over the ship."

As she spoke, Janeway entered a third finger into the game. As she prodded and poked inside Seven, Janeway felt the dampness between her legs. The Borg was getting ready to orgasm and Janeway loved these moments. Anything to subjugate the Borg and this sudden act of emotional outpouring always worked.

"I could assimilate you." Seven of Nine said as she felt the orgasm begin.

Janeway smiled wickedly. Yes, Seven could assimilate her. It was completely possible, but Janeway knew she wouldn't. As much as Janeway knew the Borg hated her, she knew how much she lusted for her as well. Janeway had often heard that there was a thin line between love and hate, and she knew that there was an even thinner line between lust and hate.

Seven of Nine's orgasm was powerful. When it was over the Captain walked to her couch and removed her pants and underwear. After a few moments she sat down and opened her legs.

"You know what I like, Seven."

Seven of Nine nodded and went down on her knees and began to kiss the Captain where she wanted to be kissed. After a few moments she stuck her tongue inside the Captain. As she sucked and bit, and licked Seven of Nine continued to think of ways to kill the Captain. Suddenly it came to Seven of Nine. The whole plan was so simple. She stuck one of her fingers inside the Captain and realized a probe. All the time continuing her ministrations. The Captain was oblivious to what she was doing. Just as the Captain was about to orgasm Seven of Nine ordered the probe on. All at once the Captain screamed in a combination of pleasure and pain. Just as quickly the Captain stopped screaming and Seven of Nine watched as Captain Janeway of the Warship Voyager died.

Seven of Nine picked up the dead Captain and put her in bed. She then put the covers over her. After a few moments she put back on her bio-suit and left the Captain¹s quarters. On her way back to Cargo Bay 2 Seven thought about what would happen next. Tomorrow someone would find the Captain dead in her bed, from what would look like a heart attack. Seven of Nine found it rather ironic, everyone knew the Captain didn't have a heart. The Doctor would put in her record that she died of natural causes. Seven smiled. No one would ever know what she did.

We will know.

Seven of Nine smiled again at the voices. They were right. THEY were the only ones who needed to know the truth. THEY were what mattered.

>We are Borg.

Seven of Nine continued to walk down the corridors, listening to the voices plan the assimilation of the Warship Voyager.