“ Seven... Chakotay said you needed to see me? Is it something important?” Captain Janeway asked having walked into Cargo Bay Two.

“I am sorry to have disturbed you Captain. I did inform the Commander that it was something that could wait until Alpha shift.”

Janeway stood beside the statuesque blonde, “Well, I’m here, might as well make the most of it.”

“Acceptable,” Seven nodded, quietly appreciating the captain’s dedication to duty. “I have been going over logs from the Doctor’s medical files...”

“Whatever for?”

“I wish to update them with as much information I had due to the Collective,” Seven replied.

“I’m sure he’ll love that,” Janeway muttered to herself. “I take it you found something?”

“I am also sure he will love my input as you stated,” Seven told her as she handed a data padd to the captain. “I am mystified by this.”

Janeway took the data padd and began to scroll down.

Seven noticed that the captain’s eyes had changed color again. She had observed on more than one occasion that Captain Janeway’s eyes accurately predicted the mood she may be in at any given moment. Right now, they shaded towards gray, like the clouds right before a thunderstorm.

Seven and Naomi Wildman had been caught in a rainstorm by surprise in the holodeck while running Naomi’s favorite Floater story. B’Elanna explained that a feedback loop had interrupted the safety measures automatically built in.

“Captain?”

“I’m sorry Seven, it’s just...” she cleared her throat. She had heard about this, had seen old holo-vids about it.

“Captain, from the material I have gathered this was very toxic to the humanoid population...”

“Not all of the population Seven. Just a hundred or so...”

“I do not understand.”

“Why don’t we go to the mess hall and I’ll explain all about Maggitoxia, the small percentile of the population that was immune to it, they were called “Bammers,” and the heroic efforts of the “AGR” in their tireless struggle to keep it at bay at any cost.”

“How do you know so much about this captain,” Seven asked as they left the cargo bay.

“A distant relative - way back was a part of it. She did her best with what was given to her. She was given the distinct title of P.L.W. or Perverted Leader Woman by one of the “Bammers”. It was supposed to be a derogatory name, but she took it and made it her own, along with her devoted followers.”

“I am very interested in hearing more about this Captain.”

“Well then, let’s not waste any more time.” Janeway said as she stepped into the turbo lift. “Deck two.”

The End.