Chapter 6: Aseawen’s escape…uh oh!
“Eh?”
“W…what..?”
“How…”
A few seconds after Q left (just barely escaping the hundreds of obsessed fans), a very confused Chakotay, Janeway and Neelix defrosted again. The first thing everybody tried was telling them about Q’s little “joke”, but as he had predicted, they did not believe it. Instead, almost 400 no-name ensigns (or “redshirts”, as they are often referred to) appeared from out of nowhere.
“Wow,” Yannik gasped “I’ve never realised there were so many redshirts on Voyager!”
“I don’t remember the crew being this big in the show” Doec asked no one in particular
“Remember what Q told us” SuperSanne said “it’s not like on TV, I think the whole young-kes-and-deborged-seven-of-nine-being-on-voyager-at-the-same-time-thing already proved that”
“This way please!” one of the redshirts suddenly interrupted.
“Why?” Darkninga asked suspicious. She already had a bad feeling about all of this and the hundreds of mysterious redshirts randomly popping up right in front of her nose weren’t helping.
“I will take you to your quarters, where you will find your belongings and everything else you will need during your stay”
After a few minutes, they saw a turbolift at the end of the corridor
“Follow me!”
“To do what?” Aseawen asked innocently
The redshirt looked at her, puzzled
“Oh, come on!” she giggled, “one lonely redshirt and eight beautiful girls together in a turbolift that will probably ‘malfunction’ as soon as the doors have closed?”
The poor redshirt’s face turned even redder than his uniform.
“Uhm…m-miss...please,” he panicked “I c-can assure y-y-you that I...would never…”
“Teehee!”
“Leave that poor guy alone Aseawen” Yannik chided “we have more important things on our minds than flirting with redshirts!”
”Like…meeting B’Elanna?”
“Not again!” everyone groaned, except for the redshirt, who was huddled up in a corner of the turbolift, rocking back and forth and mumbling something about ‘Hirogen hunters never being there when you need them’.
Fortunately for the authoresses, he ‘disappeared’ and a fresh redshirt beamed in and took his place.
“Deck 12, Crew quarters!”
A few minutes later…
“Here we are!” the redshirt said, as they stepped outside the turbolift.
“You were supposed to get your own quarters, but because there are more students that the Captain had bargained for, you will be sharing rooms”
“I wouldn't mind sharing a room with Chakotay” SuperSanne grinned.
Redshirt twitched, but continued to walk down the corridor.
“This,” he pointed at a door “will be KayB and honney862002’s room, that room over there will be SuperSanne and Istarwyn, Yannik and Doec will sleep over there, and lastly, these quarters here belong to Darkninga and Ase… hey, where is that girl?”
“I don’t know, she was standing right behind me when we walked out of the…”
“Bye guys, I’ll see you later!” they suddenly heard her shouting. They turned around just in time to saw her entering the turbolift. With a mad grin on her face, she closed the doors.
“Deck 11, Engineering!”
“Uh oh…” the redshirt mumbled. He tapped his combadge. “Redshirt 216 to Security!”
“What is it?” someone on the other side asked
“We have a runaway, she’s heading for Engineering”
“Understood”
“Please go to your quarters and wait for further instructions” he said to the remaining authoresses.
“YAY!” SuperSanne squealed as she flopped down on a bed near the door.
“I’m sleeping here by the window!” Istarwyn said, while inspecting the room.
“Hey SuperSanne, are those your posters?”
They looked at the posters of Q that had been hanging in her own room back on Earth.
“I guess Q kept his word about transporting my stuff… but I don’t recognise this one”
“That’s mine! And look over here, my figurines are here to!”
“You’re a Q fan?”
“Yeah” Istarwyn grinned
(Rumble…rumble…rumble)
“W-what was that?”
(RUMBLE!)
“EEEEEEEEKKK! IT’S THE BORG! THEY’RE ATTACKING VOYA…uh oh, wait a minute… it’s just my stomach” she smiled sheepishly
“…”
“Don’t give me that look! I have a very fast metabolism!”
“Hey, don’t these quarters have replicators?”
“That’s right, I forgot!” SuperSanne exclaimed, as she ran towards a strange device embedded in a wall.
“How does it work?”
“There’s only one way to find out…”
Meanwhile in KayB and honney862002’s room…
“Hmm? What’s this?” KayB mumbled as she picked up a datapad from her night table
“What did you find?” honney862002 asked, while flipping trough one of her Star Trek magazines.
“It looks like a letter”
“Ooh! Lemme see!” She snatched the datapad out of KayB’s hands and started to read out loud:
“Dear students,
I welcome you all to Star Trek Academy. During your stay here, you will
learn everything you need to know and don’t need to know about this ship and
its crew. To graduate, you will have to pay attention to your teachers and
give it your best. If you fail, you will be banned from the Star Trek
Voyager fanfiction community. No exceptions, so don’t try any of those
the-Borg-assimilated-my-homework excuses on the crew and especially my Kathy
because she’s far to smart to fall for it.
Enclosed, you will find your schedule, a map of the ship and a manual on the replicators.
Sincerely,
Q
P.S. Under your pillow lies a combadge. Students are obliged to wear them at all times.
P.S. P.S. Honney862002, if you’re a true Star Trek fan, you should know that Captain Janeway dreams only of me and that Chuckles would be wise to just go away and play with his little spirit-animal-guide-thingy. Even though I’m totally not infatuated with the Captain, he would only humiliate himself by trying to compete with me for her love.”
Honney862002 frowned, and was about to kick some omnipotent butt when she noticed a second letter under the first one. She scrolled down.
“Hi!
Q2 here, just ignore my dad. He totally has the hots for Aunt Kathy, but
he’s just afraid to show his soft side”
“I do not!”
“Yes you do!”
“Do not!”
“Do to!”
“Do not!”
“Do to!”
“Do not!”
“Do to!”
“That’s it; no more soap opera’s for you, young man!”
“Hey, what are you going to… NO! I DON’T WANT TO BE AN AMOE…AAAAARGHH!”