New Discoveries

Part 7

 

Seven of Nine and the Doctor’s molecules coalesced into solid form inside the technological compound. Each looked quickly about to determine they had been transported undetected within the enclosure while checking tricorders for evidence of the muoline substance.

"I read several humanoid life forms nearby but I do not believe we are in eminent danger of being discovered," Seven spoke quietly.

"Where do we begin looking first?" the Doctor inquired keeping his voice barely above a whisper.

"I am reading unusual energy readings and I believe this is the direction," she answered sweeping the tricorder device in an arc before pointing to a corridor on their left.

Seven moved away in the direction she had indicated taking care to move quickly and quietly beckoning to the Doctor to follow her. They had only walked about 50 meters when they heard voices. Ducking quickly into an alcove they waited until two Taborians passed, heads bent in discussion about a processor malfunctioning. Seven stepped from the alcove, looked both ways, and beckoned to the Doctor to follow. They continued in the same direction; Seven occasionally checking her tricorder. The instrument continuously gave her readings of an energy signature unlike any she had ever seen. They passed a closed doorway and the readings spiked, indicating something worth investigating.

Retracing their steps quickly, the Doctor stood to one side of the door and listened intently. He nodded to Seven while she opened the door slowly taking care not to make any noise. He peered around the doorframe, looking in all directions before opening the door wider. They entered a large chamber containing banks of monitors against the wall to their left. Directly ahead were large metal oval containers that hummed and whirred. There was no one in the immediate vicinity and Seven moved quickly to the monitors. She scanned with her tricorder and scrutinized every screen, gauge and dial before moving along the wall to the next bank of monitors. The Doctor moved towards the containers, checking his tricorder for energy readings.

"What do you make of these, Seven?"

"I do not understand. This planet is not technologically sophisticated enough and yet, these readings show consistent patterns of energy emanating from within this confined area. The signatures reveal a highly charged energy field capable of sustaining large quantities of refined fuel."

"These must be the storage containers of the converted muoline then," the Doctor stated.

"It is possible," she answered almost to herself.

She paused for a moment looking around before turning on her heels and walking towards the large containers, her heels making a distinct clicking sound on the smooth floor. She inspected the surface of the metal with nimble fingers, noting its smoothness and how cold it felt to the touch. Somewhere in her memory, something stirred but she could not identify it. Something about the facility felt familiar, yet the harder she tried to force the memory to the surface, the more fleeting it became. She cocked her head as though listening for a particular noise emanating from inside the containers, which would give her a clue to its identity before turning back to the Doctor.

"Seven?" asked the Doctor watching her curiously. "What is it?"

"I…I do not know. Something feels familiar to me. I am experiencing difficulty recalling when or how I know this facility, or one very much like it."

She allowed her fingers to play over the surface once again as though willing the memory to surface through the Borg implants. The Doctor watched carefully, letting her take her time before gently prodding.

"Try to remember, Seven."

"I cannot, Doctor."

"Seven. If the Borg came in contact with this substance and assimilated it, you would have knowledge of it. Try to remember."

She closed her eyes, letting her hands lightly brush the cold surface again. The Borg had found this planet unremarkable, not bothering to assimilate any of its inhabitants. Once their scans were complete, the Borg had moved on to other worlds. However, there was something familiar about the "feel" of the energy signature emanating from the container. Despite all the scans performed while on board Voyager, she had not felt this close to the Collective since their last brush with the Borg Queen.

"There is rudimentary Borg technology here. I must locate an access portal," she explained as she walked around the large container. Dissatisfied she returned to the bank of monitoring equipment letting her fingers dance across the controls until they suddenly paused. Twin tubules extended from the left hand while her right hand adjusted other dials. The tubules retracted smoothly and she turned back to the Doctor.

"This is atypical Borg technology. It is elementary and crude. However, it serves its purpose to enhance the muoline during the refining process. These tanks house the converted substance the Captain wishes for us to retrieve. Accessing it will be relatively simple once we find the access port," Seven announced.

"How do you know this is rudimentary Borg technology, Seven?"

"There are simplistic but effective nanoprobes, but I have no memory of any assimilation on this planet. As I told the Captain earlier, it was not found to be remarkable. Yet, Borg, or some imitation of Borg, was here. Assist me."

"Imitation of the Borg?" the Doctor asked, his eyes wide.

"Perhaps. I do not know….I am not familiar with any facsimile of the Borg.

She set about locating the access port on the top of the container. The Doctor withdrew a vial and Seven extracted the energy substance, a greenish liquid emitting an eerie glow, not unlike warp plasma. She carefully closed the port while the Doctor pocketed the sample. Turning away from the containers, she felt a momentary tugging at her memory. If only she could picture how she came to know of this technology, but again the fragmented feeling vanished. She was momentarily frustrated by its elusiveness.

"You must return to Voyager, Doctor. I wish to remain and investigate further."

"Seven," the Doctor began, "You can not remain here alone. It is neither proper protocol nor is it even wise for me to leave you here. Let’s get this back to the ship and speak to the Captain about your findings here."

"I have no findings, Doctor. Perhaps the more prudent choice would be for me to remain here and investigate this console and energy signature. It would be a more efficient use of our resources. You and Lieutenant Torres can certainly analyze the converted muoline and determine its biochemical properties. Then the development of an effective vaccine to counteract the effects can be manufactured and we can be on our way. In the meantime, it would be useful to know how the Borg came to be on this planet and interfered somehow with its development."

"As the higher ranking officer on this away mission, I disagree. I think you must confer with the Captain, Seven, and let her make that decision."

"We are wasting time, Doctor," Seven almost hissed. "Leave me!"

Instead of answering her, he recognized the initial symptoms, which were similar to Chakotay’s. He tapped his comm badge and asked for an emergency beam out. Within moments he watched the shimmering of the room around him dissolve into a momentary nothingness before re materializing on board Voyager. Seven was livid and her violent protests startled the crewmen at the transporter console. The door hissed open and Captain Janeway walked in with Tuvok at her elbow. She glanced in the Doctor’s direction and immediately understood from his concerned look that Seven was now affected. Seven continued her haranguing of the Doctor for his lack of proper judgement despite the Captain’s efforts to calm her. When she began to shout and curse at Janeway, he was forced to sedate her and get her back to sickbay, but not before noticing the horrified look on Captain Janeway’s face.

"Captain, she’ll be all right. And, so will Commander Chakotay," he reassured her.

Captain Janeway nodded her head in silent agreement. She had not seen Seven act this way since first being separated from the Collective. Seven had made remarkable progress towards asserting her own humanity and to hear such vulgarity and rawness coming from her beloved was almost too much to bear.

Janeway realized it would not be prudent to accompany Seven and the Doctor; her duty was on the bridge. She instructed Tuvok to take the sample to Lieutenant Torres in order to begin the analysis of the substance. Despite her concern for Seven, she understood the Doctor would take excellent care of her.

Seven had been correct; she and the Doctor had been successful, Janeway thought, but at what price? Kathryn hoped the Doctor would be able to render an antidote strong enough to counter the effects of this substance and enable her ship to proceed on its mission of getting home.


Several hours passed and the evening shift had begun. The Captain had only allowed herself to contact sickbay once to check on Seven and Chakotay despite wanting to be at Seven’s side. The Doctor had reported both individuals were still unconscious for their own safety. Work on identifying the converted muoline’s properties was going slowly but progress was being made. Lieutenant Torres and Ensign Kim were working on energy fields and had discovered an interesting phenomenon. Janeway was on her way to Engineering.

"Report."

"Captain. Harry and I have been experimenting with this converted muoline, attempting to ascertain the kind of energy used to make the conversion. We have taken the original muoline sample and exposed it to a variety of known energies. Nothing converts it."

"However," Ensign Kim interjected, "we began working backwards, using the converted substance, trying to break it down into its elements. When we used antimatter in this chamber, an interesting thing happened. We created a warp shadow."

"In essence, we created the same kind of phenomenon which produced the system shutdown originally," Torres continued. "The warp shadow has similar properties to the viral spore infecting Voyager. Now we can begin to make an analysis of this process and determine if what the people on this planet are using is antimatter or some facsimile of it."

"We are using an anodyne relay to break it down, Captain. The transfer of the antimatter is safer this way," Lieutenant Torres quickly added.

"Agreed. We scanned for antimatter, however, and all scans were negative. I applaud your efforts but what made you think of using it?" Captain Janeway inquired.

"Nothing was making any sense, Captain," Ensign Kim replied. "We agreed we were testing and analyzing ourselves into a circle but nothing was making sense. I figured if we began working backwards and used the same known energies, we might get lucky." A sheepish grin spread across his face.

"Well, Mr. Kim, it would seem you were correct. Call it luck if you wish, but keep working. We need an answer and we need it soon." Janeway patted him on the shoulder. "Let me know if you find anything."

"We could use the Doctor any time, Captain." Torres answered.

She tapped her comm badge, instructing the Doctor to report to Engineering as soon as he could leave his patients. He informed her he could not and asked for assistance from Lieutenant Torres.

"Have you found something, Doctor?" Captain Janeway inquired, her voice tinged with hope.

"I believe I have, Captain. But, I need Lieutenant Torres if she can be spared."

B’Elanna was already on her way to sickbay without another word. Janeway smiled, realizing suddenly that she had not given the order to go. She did not allow it to offend her sense of command priorities, however. If anything, she was glad her crew could act independently when the situation warranted.

"She’s on her way, Doctor. Keep me informed."

Janeway returned to be bridge via the mess hall. She needed a cup of coffee and Neelix’s own brand of coffee would be a welcome relief for the headache that had begun to make itself known. Its dull thudding reminded her she had not eaten anything since Seven’s return to the ship and that had been hours ago. She needed to eat something despite not having much of an appetite. Upon entering the mess hall she noted the darkened interior and realized the evening shift had already eaten and reported for duty, but she found Neelix stirring some concoction that gurgled and boiled.

She rested her forearms on the counter. He had not noticed her and she was content to watch him diligently add one ingredient after another. She thought for a moment how wonderful it might feel to not have such responsibilities at her fingertips.

"Captain! What a surprise….I didn’t think I saw you at dinner this evening. You must be famished."

She nodded her head and asked if the coffeepot was still on. The headache was becoming more than a dull thudding and she was certain a cup of coffee would help immensely.

"For you, of course! You look tired, Captain. Please, let me fix you something to eat. You have to keep up your strength and I know how running a starship can be draining. Especially with two important crewmembers in sickbay."

"Thank you, Neelix. What I really need, though, is a cup of coffee. Black, please."

"Nonsense, Captain. What you need is food. I know how hard you are working to get us home and I know how difficult this problem you’re facing is. We all do. But you must keep your strength up and the only way to do that is to eat."

Sometimes, she thought, Neelix could be an irritant but at this moment, she had not the energy to argue and her stomach was making small rumblings as if in agreement with him. She sat down at a nearby table and let him fuss over her. Actually, she found his attentions sweet. It was one of his more endearing qualities, she thought, because Neelix really cared for each and every member of the crew and even though Earth was not his home, he referred to it as though it were.

He placed a plate of food in front of her accompanied by her usual cup of coffee. He sat down across from her and nodded at the plate, a small smile forming on his lips. As she began to eat, she realized how ravenous she had become and how good this meal tasted. It was all she could do not to wolf down the meal in a few bites. Instead, she took her time and complimented him on how delicious the meal tasted. He beamed with pleasure and though she declined dessert, begging her presence was needed on the bridge, she was glad he had insisted as she enjoyed his company. His constant chatter was a welcome relief to the hours of worry she had endured, wondering what was happening in sickbay. As much as she wanted to check on Seven, she knew she needed to return to the bridge.

The first thing she noticed when the doors whooshed open and she entered the bridge was how quiet it felt. Everyone sat at his or her posts. The ship was still orbiting the planet below. The lighting was subdued and felt relaxing and comfortable. She had forgotten how soothing the night shift could be. All was as it should be, she thought.

She wondered what Keth was doing and if she had returned to her village or had she chosen to remain at Doria’s guildhouse. She longed to be able to have a cup of crael and sit and talk with Keth about her new found feelings for Seven and tell her of what was happening on her planet. Her sense of duty would stop her from talking about the latter, but she missed Keth’s wisdom and grasp of things. Kathryn decided had circumstances been different, she and Keth would have made good friends. She closed her eyes and remembered the evening meal with the women staying at Keth’s guildhouse.

Her comm badge chirped.

"Captain, please report to sick bay."

"On my way, Doctor."

She steadied herself as the turbolift took her towards Deck 4. She willed herself to remain calm; it was imperative she maintain her usual command demeanor and not race to sickbay. She measured her steps as she walked the length of the corridor and once the doors opened, she entered with her posture erect and straight and an appropriately concerned expression on her face. She was in control of her emotions once again.

"Report!" she barked before realizing how harsh she sounded. "Please," she added.

The Doctor was finishing with a sample at the medical console before looking in her direction. Janeway realized one of his irritating qualities was making everyone wait while he finished what he was doing before making his grand announcements. She was close to losing her composure when he turned in her direction and smiled.

"I believe we have found the antidote, Captain."

"Explain."

"Lieutenant Torres and I have done essentially what she and Mr. Kim were doing in Engineering," he began.

"I explained how Harry and I had been working ourselves in a circle trying to analyze the muoline, Captain, and how we had decided to work backwards."

"And you discovered the warp shadow when you did," Janeway asserted.

"Yes. Well, we essentially did the same thing here in sickbay," B’Elanna added.

"And what we found, Captain, is remarkable early stage Borg technology, almost in its infancy. Small fragments of Borg nanoprobes not fully developed, as we know them, were the causative agent in the muoline and they are the same agents which have created the viral spores."

"How," Janeway asked.

"That we don’t know yet, Captain, but we are working on it," Lieutenant Torres interjected. "Harry and I thought we were dealing with something more advanced than what this planet could muster and we were right in that estimation. But this is something we never expected. Who would think of Borg technology on this planet? Even Seven reported it was found to be unremarkable," she added imitating Seven’s manner of speaking.

"What’s the next step then?" Janeway asked ignoring B’Elanna’s last remark.

"Develop an antidote and vaccine for the remainder of the crew, which may or may not be simple. Identifying the causative agent has been a confounding piece of investigation, but we shall not give up, Captain," the Doctor assured Janeway.

"How is Seven and Chakotay?" she asked quietly.

"Resting comfortably, Captain. I have administered only one hypospray of hydroxiquinine to Chakotay when he became restless and Seven is still sleeping. It’s as though she’s regenerating, which I suppose she is, in a state of self-healing. The only other crewmember aboard Voyager capable of such an ability is Commander Tuvok."

"Keep working, Doctor, B’Elanna," she nodded to each.

Captain Janeway exited sickbay with more promise and assurances than she had felt in hours. She knew her crew was working diligently and she felt the first twinges of hope spread throughout her heart. Perhaps now she could catch a few hours of sleep and feel rested to tackle the next day. She tapped her comm badge alerting the bridge crew she would be retiring for the evening and asked Tuvok to take the bridge watch. She retired to her quarters and as she dressed for bed, watched as the planet turned in synchronous orbit with Voyager. Her heart ached for Seven this night but she knew her best people were working towards ending this nightmare of a conundrum. Her last thoughts were of Seven holding her in her arms, whispering words of endearment, before she drifted to sleep.


Kyra waited at the appointed place for her contact. Raju had once again demanded a report from her only now she was truly concerned he might take her off this case. She had had no contact from the strangers known as Kathryn and Seven for a full day now and she was beginning to become quite concerned. She had contacted Aren as Raju demanded and even she was unable to find the strangers who had associated themselves with Larick. Now, as Kyra waited in the shadows, she tried to tell herself all was still well and Larick would contact her with details outlining what these strange women had discovered. Then she could set her trap and make a name for herself. Despite sounding convincing in her own mind, the shadows of doubt weighed heavily upon her like a shroud.

Aren was across the street, she knew. Kyra had to admire the woman’s stealth and the fact she was very good at tailing people. Even Kyra had not known she was being followed until she inadvertently dropped her parcel and while bending to retrieve it, caught the quick movement out of the corner of her eye. Raju must have demanded Aren to follow her, keep an eye on her whereabouts, her movements, and somehow, this troubled Kyra. It was how she realized she was probably finished unless something spectacular occurred within the next few hours. She would have to produce some tangible evidence of how the resistance worked or all her plans for advancement and recognition would be lost forever. No one would offer her a second chance.

The afternoon sun had already begun its descent casting the buildings in greater shadows than when she had first arrived. She felt growing impatience because of the time she spent waiting and yet, she knew Raju would notice this immediately. She had to calm herself. She had to present what little facts she had and let Raju make a decision as to what her next move would be.

She noticed an old man leaning heavily upon a stick fashioned like a crutch make his way slowly across the street in her direction. She recognized Raju more because of his halting gait as he had once again disguised himself brilliantly as an old man. His hair was now snow white, hanging below his shoulders and looking as though it had not been washed in days. He walked with a stoop, his shoulders hunched, dragging his leg behind him like a dead weight. He wore an overcoat that had seen better days. It seemed to hang on his frame more like a drape than as a protection against the cold air. She watched him, knowing he would make no pretense of greeting her.

"Young lady," he asked with a raspy voice. "I am in need of a hot meal and beverage. Can you help me?" His eyes held hers with an intensity she felt was mesmerizing.

"You look hungry indeed, old man. Come with me. I know of a good place."

Kyra had purposely chosen this location for their meeting, knowing a tavern where no one asked about one’s business and surreptitious encounters could be held, was within a block or two. Raju took her arm as though needing her support and they walked slowly in the direction of the tavern.

"You are most kind to an old man who has seen better days," Raju remarked.

Kyra remained silent, unsure if any response was indicated and knowing silence would not cause undue scrutiny from Raju or anyone else. Afterall, to any onlooker, she was simply helping an old man.

The tavern was as she remembered. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the dark interior before she was able to make out a booth against the far wall. There were few patrons at this time of day but she knew the proprietor would not ask any questions. He stayed behind the bar acknowledging their presence with little more than a grunt yet, carefully watching the two make their way to the back wall. His eyes took in the old man with the terrible limp and knew these two were an unlikely pair. Their business was none of his.

Kyra ordered for the two of them before settling herself to wait. Raju had asked for this meeting and he would broach the subject in due time; it was easier for her to remain silent and wait. The proprietor brought food and a hot beverage for Raju and placed a mug of crael down in front of Kyra. He wiped his beefy hands on his pants before turning to leave. These were two people he wanted little to no contact with, he thought.

"You have information?" Raju said quietly as he spooned some of the food.

"The two strangers have not been seen at all since our last meeting. It is not a question of my losing them. They have simply disappeared."

"People do not disappear, Kyra. They are probably in hiding. They knew you were following them and have chosen to hide and have done so quite effectively too. Even Aren has come up with nothing despite her inquiries. We have to find these two strangers and determine their business, Kyra. We have come too far to let them spoil the plans of the Science Guild….they will be launching in another day and depend upon our security forces to maintain the silence we have helped to impose upon the people. "

Kyra watched his mouth move as his words poured forth. She knew he was angry with her for her lack of accomplishing what seemed like such a simple task. Find the strangers, arrest them, and make them talk about what they knew. She had failed in this duty and now, she had no idea where to begin looking again. She had not seen Larick since the evening where he kept to himself with the strangers. She knew there was something brewing and she had exhausted all possibilities. She had already inquired of several guild houses in her search for Keth and had come away empty and further exhausted. Time was running out and she needed a break.

"What would you have me do, Raju? I have inquired about the whereabouts of these people and there is no information forthcoming. So, what would you have me do at this point?" she asked again as she gripped her mug of crael.

"Let’s review what we know. We know there is a movement afoot to halt the expansion of our technology. We know there are sufficient numbers of people opposed to seeing this technology aid people in leaving this planet. We know efforts have been made to sabotage the work of our science guild and theft of the converted ore was a major consideration until our security guild tightened its efforts. Nothing had been stolen until today when a break-in at the refinery was reported. But," he hesitated for effect; "our people have excellent information with which to apprehend the thief. He will be caught and an example will be made of him."

The smile on Raju’s face was made all the more twisted and cruel because of his scar and a chill slowly made its way down Kyra’s spine. She was certain she knew who the thief was, but she kept quiet. She knew this man sitting across from her was dangerous and nothing would stop him from accomplishing his goal. Although she did not ever want to be someone who stepped in his way, she was not ready to tell him about the man Larick met with who worked in the mines. This was one piece of information she might later be able to use.

"You, my dear Kyra, have but one task….find the man you lie down with and find his accomplices. They include the two strangers. Your time is running short. I have been most patient with you but my patience wears thin. When we met earlier, you told me you had the situation under control. I doubted you then and I still doubt your talents. I am not convinced you are the correct person for this task but someone thinks otherwise."

His voice trailed away on that point and inside, Kyra breathed a quiet sigh. She knew Raju had made his point about her abilities and yet, someone still believed in her. Kyra said a silent prayer of thanks and maintained her silence, choosing instead to watch Raju with a neutral expression on her face. He finished sopping up the rest of his meal with a hunk of bread and drained the last of his mug, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before emitting a loud belch. She suddenly found him to be a disgusting man with little regard for anyone other than himself. Kyra knew she was forced to work with him and if she wanted to excel and move on, she had tolerate his antics for a little while longer. Still she kept silent choosing instead to watch him passively.

"Have you forgotten how to speak, Kyra?"

"I have not. I know what my task is and I am ready to finish this job. If you have nothing further for me, I will assist you to the street and we can part company." She kept her voice neutral and level.

"Tonight," he hissed. "I want these people by tonight."

"I understand, Raju. I will contact you in the usual way," she replied quietly choosing not to look at him directly.

He stood then, grabbed his stick and extended his arm to her. She acquiesced, helping him to the street and left him there to watch her make her way. Once she was out of sight, he signaled to Aren who joined him at the corner.

"What do you think, Raju?"

"I do not believe we can trust our little Kyra much longer. She has made it clear she has lost the trail of these people and when I mentioned the theft at the refinery today, I thought she was going to say something, but she did not. It makes me wonder if she knows anything, but she is not forthcoming with any information. Therefore, I believe her usefulness will soon be at an end."

"How much longer, Raju?" Aren inquired.

"I told her I wanted results by tonight. Keep an eye on her. I believe she will lead us to this group of misfits and when she does, I want her eliminated. Do not disappointment me, Aren."

Aren’s smile held a wickedness Raju could appreciate. She disappeared down the street after Kyra and Raju knew she would enjoy killing Kyra. She was a strange one, he reflected. She enjoyed killing more than anyone he had ever met before and although she was quite accomplished, even Raju did not quite trust anyone who enjoyed the death of someone else by their own hand as much as she did. He knew he could trust Aren to complete the task, though. She enjoyed her position within the security guild and did not ask for advancement or transfer to other tasks. She was a born assassin and as such, had no desires to do anything else. He had recruited her when she was quite young and he was pleased with his creation. He would use Aren until even her usefulness became a mute point and then she, too, would disappear.

Satisfied that his meeting had raised no eyebrows, he dragged his leg behind him and headed for his home. He needed sleep before meeting with Kyra again. He had been working long hours at the security guild center gathering all the information he could find about the underground movement and the leaders within. Although he did not have all the pieces of the puzzle at his disposal, more and more were filtering in each day. Soon, he would round up this band of irritants and eliminate them one by one. Then, he would be able to ask for a promotion to a position far suitable than the one he currently held.

It was time, he thought to himself. He had worked hard over the years, and he was tired. He no longer wished to meet with people in dark alleyways or taverns late at night. Raju realized he was getting too old for this and was ready to work indoors where the lighting was better for his old eyes and the temperature remained constant for his old bones. He smiled grimly to himself as he made his way home.


Keth and Doria were taking their evening meal with the other women in the guild house. There was the usual amount of casual banter amongst the women and Doria was her usual ebullient self. Every once in awhile she would catch glances from Keth and her heart warmed. She had missed her friend, her love. Too many years had passed between them and she did not want Keth leaving Dolamon without having the opportunity to sit together and talk frankly about the future. She loved Keth, perhaps now more than ever. Even now she pondered the possibilities, curious if their futures might become entwined like vines growing on the cabacca tree.

As she looked about the faces of each woman sitting at her table, she knew she could give up her house and move to Porum with Keth and begin again. They made a good team, she knew. There was nothing keeping her in Dolamon, but she would wait and see if Keth asked her to do this. She could not venture forth with this idea despite her desires otherwise. It was something Keth had to come to of her own and thus, Doria remained silent, listening with one ear to the voices of the women gathered and with the other to her inner voice urging her to share her feelings. Ultimately, she cast aside thoughts such as those and focused her concentration elsewhere.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the front door. Someone was banging against the solid door with a heavy object making a frightening sound. Keth pushed back her chair as Doria calmly said she would see who it was. She took her time adjusting her napkin on the table before rising and walking towards the front of the house. Keth was beside herself; this intrusion of their meal was unsettling. She knew it could not be Kathryn or Seven for hammering a door in such a manner was something they did not need to do. She had seen how they could disappear from view and although she marveled at the magic of this, she knew a simple knock was more their style. She felt a sense of foreboding. Doria returned to the kitchen area but before she could announce the identity of their visitor, a woman pushed her way past into the large room. Keth almost dropped her spoon when she recognized the figure of Kyra.

"Keth, I imagine you are surprised to see me. I have been looking for you for the past two days and finally, I have found you!" Kyra said breathlessly. Her cheeks were colored pink from the cold wind.

Blood drained from Keth’s face causing Doria concern her love might faint. Keth recovered quickly enough and finished pushing her chair back before standing. That gave her sufficient time to collect her wits before turning to Kyra, returning the stare.

"I am so glad you have found me, Kyra. Quite frankly, I didn’t know I was lost but now that you’re here, I am sure you must be famished. Doria, can we find another plate and set a place for Kyra?" she said casually in such a relaxed tone of voice, even Doria looked at her carefully.

"Of course!" Doria replied. "Please join us, Kyra. We are having a simple meal but you are welcome to partake. What beverage would please you?"

"I need no food at the moment, but I would love a cup of water. I really need to speak with you, Keth. Alone."

"Can it not wait until I have finished my meal?"

"No," Kyra said quite forcefully as she took a mug from the outstretched hand of Doria. "This is important and I must speak with you now."

"Of course. If you ladies would excuse us," she remarked nodding her head towards the women gathered who by now had become curiously quiet. "We can speak privately in the library if you prefer."

She led Kyra to the first floor landing area where the library was located. It was a small room off to one side and Keth stirred the embers in the fire grate before adding a piece of wood. Flames licked their way across the wood and the scent of wood smoke filled the cozy room. She invited Kyra to sit before settling herself in a chair next to the fire. She returned the poker to its rack but knew it was within easy reach should she need it. Keth knew not to trust Kyra.

"What is it you require?"

"I must find Larick. I am quite certain you know his whereabouts," Kyra began with a venomous tone in her voice.

"What makes you think this?"

"You and he are quite close and if you are who you say you are, you will know where I can find him."

"I do not understand, Kyra. What do you mean if I am who I say I am?"

"Do not play games with me, Woman. You are not in a league where such games can be played and where you will win because you shall not! Larick is in trouble and I must find him. You know nothing of his business and I will not have you interfering," she replied in a venomous voice.

"I have done nothing more than come to Dolamon to trade for goods needed in my own village. "

"What about the two women strangers?"

"What about them?" inquired Keth who was certain Kyra was a member of the security guild and chose her words carefully. Her faith in Kathryn and Seven leapt a thousand-fold at that moment.

"They have disappeared and I know you are behind this," Kyra almost shrieked.

Keth found it disturbing and yet, amusing to realize Kyra had been following them and had now lost the trail. Keth wondered if Kathryn and Seven were safe and somehow knew they were. She also realized how dangerous Kyra could be realizing that her quarry was Larick and anyone helping him. Keth let out a slow breath.

"You will tell me where they are!" Kyra’s voice sounded shrill.

"Perhaps they have returned to their own villages," asserted Keth. She realized Kyra was losing control and believed this could be used to her advantage. Keth might discover something, which could be used to assist Larick and Kathryn. While it was true she had not seen Larick since that morning, she knew his whereabouts but had no purpose in telling Kyra any of this.

"How can that be? The festival is not finished and besides, why would anyone leave before the celebration on the last night of festival?"

"I do not know. I have not seen either of them today so I assume they have returned home," Keth insisted. She decided this woman would not intimidate her. Keth maintained her composure by speaking quietly and not allowing Kyra to twist her words.

"They were with you last night. They stayed here!" Kyra insisted.

"And they left this morning without having the courtesy to inform the proprietor of this guild house if they planned on spending another night’s lodging."

Kyra’s eyes narrowed as she listened to Keth’s plausible, though doubtful, explanation. She had convinced herself that Kathryn and Seven would be here sharing an evening meal with this horrid woman. She had to find Larick and quickly. Time was running out. She decided on a different tactic.

"You and Larick are good friends," she stated rather than asked.

Keth remained quiet, passively watching the other woman. There was no need to offer any information so she patiently waited for the next series of questions.

"I need to find him, Keth. I have important information for him," Kyra cooed.

"What makes you think I know where he is? It was my understanding you and he were quite close, perhaps even lovers?"

"We were….are …. lovers. But, we had a terrible argument and when he left, I was angry and frustrated. I have had time to rethink his position and I can help him. But, I can’t find him."

"And you think I know where he is?" Keth inquired.

"You say you are only here to trade and yet, you seemed quite close to Larick when you met at that tavern," Kyra insisted.

"Yes, we are old friends and seeing him was wonderful because we had a chance to talk about old times. Our friendship began a long time ago and like most friendships when parted by distance and time, we lost touch with one another. I didn't know if he still lived here until the day we met at that tavern."

"You are a very poor liar, Keth. I know you are co-conspirators and that you are helping Larick and other members of his organization," Kyra said acidly and once again becoming malicious.

"Really," Keth said warily. "Then as his lover, you must know he has many friends and acquaintances who might help him."

"Including the two women known as Kathryn and Seven," she said flatly.

Keth remained silent. Kyra felt a sense of satisfaction as though she had finally struck a chord. She pushed on.

"You introduced them. He gave them some of the ore from the mine and they were planning to analyze it. Therefore, they will be getting in touch with him. That’s why I have come seeking you."

"Really," Keth said again. She was aware of the percussive beating of her heart resounding in her ears.

Kyra felt she was on a tack where she might get some answers from this infuriating woman sitting across from her. She leaned forward, continuing to press.

"Those two women cannot be trusted. They must certainly be members of the security guild assigned to arrest Larick and any of his associates. Why, you and your friends here might even be in danger! That is why I had to find you."

"And just how did you find me, Kyra?" It dawned on Keth suddenly there was no way Kyra would have known how to find her. No one other than Larick, Kathryn and Seven knew she was staying at Doria’s guild house. She realized Kyra must have worked very hard to uncover any information as to her whereabouts and she was curious and concerned as to how she had managed it. She could give Kyra the benefit of the doubt about knowing Kathryn and Seven had spent the night in this guild house.

"I asked the proprietor of the tavern where you met Larick and his friend. He was most helpful in giving me a list of possible guild houses where someone might find lodging this late in the season."

Keth realized this answer had some basis in fact but she doubted Kyra’s sincerity. It was possible the proprietor may have had such a list, but Doria’s guildhouse was well known to travelers in the regions around Dolamon and hers was one of the first to post ‘full occupancy’ signs by the bell. No, Kyra’s explanation was not plausible enough and her suspicions continued to grow.

"It was simply a matter of visiting each one until I found this one."

"And you caused such a commotion at each guild searching for me?" she asked Kyra.

"I…well, no…I…" she began to stammer. "By the time I reached this one, I was frustrated and tired."

"All the more reason you might need some refreshment, Kyra."

"What I need is the information I know you to have. Where is Larick?" she responded with a voice laced with rebuke.

"I do not know," Keth replied spreading her hands. "I last saw him with you. Perhaps he considered the topic of your argument to be more serious and damaging. Perhaps he does not want you to see him."

This last statement dumbfounded Kyra. She had not considered that Keth might not know his whereabouts and if this was so, she was in far greater trouble than she had bargained. Raju would be furious and her time was running out. He had already solicited the assistance of Aren and she was fully aware of the woman’s reputation. The grip of fear felt cold in her abdomen as though she had swallowed a chunk of ice. Blood rose in her cheeks as her anger rose. She wanted to lash out at this abominable woman with the placid features.

Kyra kept herself in check. She had to think. She worked to control her breathing and pulse. It would not do to harm this woman, not yet anyway. She would feel greater satisfaction once she and the rest of the conspirators were arrested and forced to work the mines. She knew they would spend the rest of their lives underground, never to see the light of day again, and this thought brought a wicked smile to her face.

"You have been most helpful, Keth. I apologize for disturbing your dinner. I can see my way out."

Her sudden change of attitude was matched only by her sudden retreat. Keth followed Kyra to the front door and before bidding her farewell, offered her a shawl, explaining the evening had turned quite cooler and she did not want to hear of Kyra taking a chill. Kyra accepted the wrap graciously before turning to leave.

"What was all that about," Doria asked with concern framing her face.

"We need to find Larick but we must be very careful. I am convinced what Kathryn told us is true; Kyra cannot be trusted and I believe she is working for the security guild. Larick is in danger of being arrested and we need to warn him. How soon can we leave where no one will realize we have left the house?"

"Everyone has finished dinner so we can leave as soon as I finish cleaning the kitchen," Doria explained.

"I will help you then, my love, and the task will finish all the sooner."


Captain Kathryn Janeway sat in her ready room studying a report submitted earlier by Ensign Wildman. Earlier she had awakened from a dream, which left her feeling restless. Unable to return to sleep, she felt resolved to accomplish something so she dressed and was now in her ready room. She had reread the last paragraph for the fifth time before realizing she could no longer concentrate on ship’s business. She wondered how Lieutenant Torres was faring with the Doctor as they ran test after test on the converted muoline substance.

She absently ran her fingers through her auburn hair, feeling the softness of each strand as it wrapped around her fingers. It was a habit left over from Academy days when faced with a problem, its solution beyond her grasp. Kathryn had a sharp mind and when posted as Science Officer in her early years, had relished the challenge of any enigma thrown her way. However, this one left her feeling frustrated but she was unwilling to admit defeat, not while she had two very important people in sickbay whose lives depended upon finding the key to this puzzle. She thought again of her shared evening with Seven, her heightened awareness of Seven as a woman, a lover. She wanted to be with her more than anything in the universe. They had only just begun to explore their relationship when Seven had succumbed to the malady affecting her now. Kathryn realized her emotions were conflicted…part anger, part guilt, but mostly love for a woman she had almost let slip from her grasp. And thankfulness she had chosen to let her feelings be known.

Her comm badge chirped; her fingers touched it lightly.

"Captain, I think we’ve found something," the excited voice of Ensign Kim sounded.

"I’m on my way." Without taking the time to close out the report, Captain Janeway exited her ready room, crossed the bridge in as few steps as possible and entered the turbolift. "Engineering," she barked at the controls. Hope rose like a wave inside her, as she willed the lift to move faster.

Ensign Kim had an ingenious mind and he too, loved the good challenge of a puzzle. He had been given his fair share in their journey homeward, but none more important than the one he had been steadily working on for the past seventy-two hours. Harry had taken few rest periods, so focused was he on solving this riddle which kept the ship from continuing its way home.

Some time during the early morning hours when he had taken a break to catch some much-needed sleep, the elusive answer tickled his brain. His eyes flew open before tightly shutting them again, not wanting anything visual to distract his mind from contemplating this idea. Harry lay quietly, regulating his breathing pattern giving his mind free rein to roam the possibilities found within this possible solution. When he felt certain he was on the right track, he reached for a PADD and began making notations.

He continued his calculations again and again until he felt reasonably certain he was correct. It was time to test his theory. Not bothering to change his clothing, Kim headed for Engineering and asked Ensign Vorik for assistance. Once he was able to verbalize his intentions and answer all of Vorik’s questions, the two men bent to the task. Finally, both agreed it was time to contact the captain and share their results.

"Report," Janeway said as she entered the spacious Engineering area where she could see the warp engine’s blue lights pulse as though it were a living entity within its containment field.

"I think we’ve got something, Captain. Nmenonic distortions. I wish I could tell you why we didn’t think of it before," he told her with an apologetic look crossing his face.

"Tell me what you have, Harry," she said gently patting his shoulder.

Kathryn heard the excitement in Ensign Kim’s voice as he began relating what he and Ensign Vorik had learned upon bombarding a sampling of the muoline with nmenomic distortions. The resulting energy displacement wave created a similar pattern of energy fields mimicking the virus the Doctor had described. Vorik had created false energy signatures emitting pseudo-echo pulses. Further tests resulted with similar false patterns although the echo pulses varied in intensity and frequency. Minor evidence of rudimentary Borg technology could be seen creating the shadow images, but what was more startling was how the energy signatures had mutated into something more malevolent.

The Doctor had been absolutely correct in his assessment of the virus being similar to a flu infection, its etiology still only partially known, but at least now they had a handle on how the infection had spread throughout the ship, masking itself at each turn. The perfect environment had been the plasma conduit running the length and breadth of the ship. They would need the Doctor to determine how to inject a suitable vaccine to prevent further infestation and in essence, reverse the current situation. However, they would need Seven of Nine and her incredible implants to stabilize the situation.

As they explained the processes to the Captain, Janeway felt the beginnings of hope work their way forward from the deepest recesses of her emotional façade. It was then she recognized just how frustrated she had become knowing her ship, its crew, and their futures had been compromised by a pre-warp culture only beginning to fumble its way into interstellar travel. She commended both officers on their tireless efforts and dedication and ordered each to take six hours and get some rest. She saw how dark the circles under Ensign Vorik’s eyes had deepened and how bloodshot and swollen Kim’s eyelids had become. When each man began to argue, she held up both hands and reminded them it was an order, not a request. Both men quietly acquiesced and she took one long look over her shoulder at the giant tube cylinder of pulsating warp plasma.

She knew she needed rest as well but her impatience had returned. It was still too early to begin the morning shift aboard Voyager but she also knew the blanket of sleep would not descend upon her easily. Kathryn realized she had a few hours before needing to begin another day and decided to transfer down to the planet below and visit Keth and Doria. Her heart refused to absorb the confusion in her mind as to her new relationship with Seven and she knew both women could offer her companionship not otherwise found aboard her ship.

Kathryn quickly changed clothing; verified Tuvok was on the bridge and headed in that direction. She indicated her intentions to him. He was mildly curious as to her sudden behaviors of late but chose to remain silent and not inquire as to her purpose. After all, the Captain had privileges awarded because of rank, but leaving Voyager without a security escort was not one of them.

"May I remind you, Captain, you would be better served if either myself, another bridge officer, or security officer accompanied you," he offered in a flat monotone.

"Thank you, Tuvok, but I am only planning to visit the women who manage the Guild house," where Seven and I spent a magnificent night, she added to herself.

Janeway offered no further information as to her purposes but it was clear she intended to transport to the surface alone. Tuvok made the necessary adjustments at his console so as to maintain a comm link with her, his face showing neither approval nor disapproval. Satisfied the link would not be severed, he tilted his head towards her, a silent communication she knew all too well. She would have the benefit of Tuvok watching over her via their technology and she smiled at him warmly before exiting the bridge.


"Kathryn!" Doria exclaimed as she opened the door. "Keth has been terribly worried about you. She was certain you had left the city. Quickly, come in!"

Kathryn followed Doria to the upstairs library where they found Keth sitting quietly reading and smoking a pipe containing a sweet fragrant tobacco. She looked up as Doria excitedly burst into the room followed by the more dignified and composed Kathryn.

"Kathryn. I knew you would return. But something has happened to Seven…she is not well?" Keth asked quietly.

"How could you know?" Kathryn asked incredulously.

"I had a feeling. Please, come and sit. Tell me what has happened. Doria, would you mind fetching some tea for us…and some of your spice cakes as well." As an aside to Kathryn she lowered her voice in a conspiratorial whisper, "Follow my lead," and then aloud "Doria bakes the most delicious spice cakes in all of Dolamon. You will not be disappointed."

Kathryn took her cue and nodded in agreement. Something was amiss and Keth had effectively communicated she was not to speak just yet. She would wait until Keth gave her a go ahead signal to continue.

"I am so sorry about your friend. Has she seen anyone from the medical guild? I could have recommended someone for you," Keth continued. "Why just this morning Doria was telling me of a new woman who has been admitted to the medical guild and who has done some remarkable work with headaches and tension relief. Had I known sooner, I would have recommended her to Seven. Alas, I had no idea where you two had gone."

"We spent most of the day shopping and trading. I found a beautiful shawl I wanted, but the shopkeeper asked too much. Then Seven became ill and she asked me to collect her things. She wishes to return home."

"Kyra was here looking for you earlier. I wondered if perhaps she had found you," Keth whispered quietly. "I have been quite concerned."

Aloud she continued, "A pity you won’t be staying longer. You have such a long journey ahead, though, so you are probably wise to consider leaving before the weather becomes foul."

Again with a softened voice, "I have news for you. You were right about Kyra. She is dangerous, very angry, and looking everywhere for you. You cannot remain here much longer; I fear you will be arrested should she return to this guildhouse. I believe she may have allies amongst Doria’s guests although I do not know this for certain."

They could hear Doria mounting the stairs, speaking loudly enough so they would understand she was not alone. Both women resumed the charade of conversation and Kathryn felt frustrated with the recent news. Seven had been the one to spot Kyra for who she was and Kathryn felt the momentary pang of longing tiptoe across her heart.

Doria entered the library and set the serving tray upon the table, pouring a cup of tea for everyone and served each a spice cake. She gently closed the heavy wooden door to the library after checking to make certain her guest had cleared the passageway before turning back to Keth and Kathryn. She signaled all was well before crossing the room to sit beside Keth.

"Kathryn, you and Seven are truly in grave danger," Doria began. "Kyra has been searching the city for you and it does not surprise me the house is being watched. I am surprised you were able to come here at all. You must be very careful."

"I understand but I wanted to see you. We are very close to determining the nature of what has rendered my vessel inoperable and Larick should know what this substance is. It is quite dangerous for your people," Kathryn insisted.

"That may be," Keth interrupted, "but we are more concerned for your welfare. Our world is churning with political strife and somehow, you have become embroiled in our struggles for independence. You must leave before the security guild discovers your presence."

"I am unwilling to leave until my vessel is fully operational. In the meantime, something associated with the converted muoline has affected Seven and my First Officer and we believe we may have isolated the compound causing both the illnesses and the malfunctions aboard my ship. I would like to contact Larick while I’m here. Please help me."

Both women looked at each other and slowly nodded their heads in assent. They had known all along there was no turning back once they had decided to assist Kathryn. Keth placed her cup on the table by her side and grasped Doria’s hand in her own before turning back to Kathryn. She took a deep breath, slowly exhaled and began her story.

"Our world needs your help too, Kathryn, and of course we will help you. Larick has suspected for a long time now that both cultures you see on our world began as one culture. He and others have made it their life’s work to discover the origins of how two very different cultures could have evolved on this planet and it has been their theory that only one culture evolved during the time of the ancients."

"Which means, Kathryn," Doria broke in, "the other culture was the trespasser and somehow developed its society and ideologies right along side the other."

"The root of the problem is that we know the laconian culture was here first but ever since the Taborians arrived centuries ago, they have made it an obsession, if you will, to become the dominant culture and require of the Iaconians to become enslaved to their demands. Dolamon has always been the primary city on our world where our cultures flourished during the time of the ancients. Now, we are the poorer and weaker society and we have allowed the Taborians to become enmeshed in every facet of our way of life, including the guilds," Keth said quietly.

"Especially the guilds," Doria added ruefully.

"The Iaconians developed a society of scientists, artisans, philosophers, teachers, and healers who could utilize their abilities and talents to begin rebuilding the Iaconian culture. This was the beginning of the guilds. Representatives from each guild created a coalition and word spread to the smaller cities and villages that it was the will of this coalition to unify the Iaconians and Taborians," Keth explained. "Our biggest problem was our own innocence and lack of guile. Stupidly, we thought we could make the Taborians see how much they were hurting us and how it was better for both cultures to work cooperatively."

"The interlopers were in power and unwilling to share or give any power away," Kathryn spoke for the first time, realizing her observation had found its mark.

"That was our mistake," Keth agreed. "We had lost too much and they had gained too much power and influence. Once they discovered the muoline ore and the tremendous power it could unleash, our culture was doomed. Some of the guilds were transformed into powerful and dangerous unifications bound and determined to direct our world where they saw fit. The Security Guild, for example, was formed to maintain order but has been become malignant with those who use it to terrorize and wield power for its own sake. Taborians began utilizing resources without replenishment and a new form of government gained control. This government has set about to destroy the Iaconian culture."

"Many people, like Keth, fled to the sanctuary of lesser populated regions," Doria interjected. "Many of our people were arrested and enslaved to work in the mines, destined to die before their time. Others, like Larick, and myself chose to work quietly behind the scenes to help forge alliances where we could. The Security Guild became quite powerful however, and we know Kyra is one of them. I suspect others who are guests of my guild house, which is why we must be careful."

"This political atmosphere," Keth continued, "breeds contempt and conspiracies and our fear is Larick has become involved in something he cannot control and has foolishly become involved with Kyra, only to be enslaved by her. She is a dangerous woman, Kathryn."

"When was the ore first discovered?" Kathryn asked.

"Approximately ten years ago and they have been testing it and refining its uses ever since. Much of what the ore can do for us is quite beneficial. It has become a source of power that has aided our civilization in many ways. But lately, something dangerous has been developed and we fear the Taborians intend to use it to destroy the last of the Iaconian culture. We do know they intend to use it to explore other regions beyond our world."

"My ‘scientists’ would agree. We think we have discovered what made our ship have difficulties. We are prepared to assist the Iaconians but only in a limited fashion. I must adhere to the principles of our society as well. So, it is imperative I speak with Larick," Kathryn repeated with a heavy sigh.

"We were getting ready to contact him when you knocked at the door. However, we must make certain we are not seen leaving this house with you. There is an underground entrance connecting my house with another and you may use that. Kathryn, please be careful," Doria warned.

"We will meet at the same tavern where you first met Larick," Keth interjected.

Kathryn followed Doria down a set of stairs set behind the same stairs leading to the second floor library. Doria opened the door and the air smelled musty and dank. She lit a torch for Kathryn and squeezed her arm, giving her a wistful smile. Then without another word, she closed the door and Kathryn was left alone in the dark corridor. As she moved forward, the torch cast a circle of light in front of her a meter at a time. Cobwebs clung to her face and hair as she brushed them aside. Obviously, this tunnel had not been used in quite a while and Kathryn was reminded of exploring the caves on Vulcan during her second year at the Academy. She had not liked the cobwebs then and she did not enjoy them any better now.

Her progress was slow. There was no sense hurrying through an environment such as this when one misstep could prove calamitous. Kathryn checked her progress every twenty five meters until she was able to see light ahead. She had no idea how she would explain her presence to anyone on the other side of the heavy door. She pushed the door open a crack and saw much to her amazement, two eyes watching her from beneath a set of dark curls. The child could not have been more than eight or nine.

"Hello," Kathryn greeted.

"Hello," came a small voice. "You aren't supposed to play in there."

"I suppose you're right. It's a good thing no one else found me. You won't tell anyone I was here, will you?" Kathryn asked.

The child simply shook her head "no" and watched as Kathryn slipped through the doorway and out of sight. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized the child could have just as easily raised an alarm. She drew her coat closer as she stepped into the cooler night air and began walking. It took a few moments to get her bearings but she felt reasonably certain in which direction the tavern was. A momentary pang of wishing Seven were by her side invaded her thoughts. Quickly she shoved them aside and concentrated on finding the establishment.

Kathryn began walking at a brisk pace taking care to check her bearings each time she passed a street. At one point she thought she was being followed but shrugged away the feeling attributing it solely to nerves. She realized she was not following Star Fleet protocol regarding an away mission and knew Tuvok would give her one of his chastising diatribes about proper procedures. However, she relished being away from the ship by herself, with no security personnel following her, and feeling as though she was on her own personal mission. She realized with a frown that she had left the ship to visit with Keth and Doria, to speak with them about her feelings for Seven. Now she found herself out in the cold night air becoming unsure with each step. The grayness of the city made one building look the same as any other. She thought she had passed the same street twice; there were no familiar markers, however.

Kathryn, you have been a fool. You know protocols better than anyone aboard Voyager does and you have stepped over the line tonight. And managed to get yourself lost, Kathryn berated herself.

She contemplated the wisdom of contacting the ship and asking Tuvok to beam down a couple of security officers when suddenly, she was grabbed from behind. The hand that clamped over her mouth was brutally strong, fingers digging into her cheeks. She automatically resisted, her training coming to bear but her assailant was far too powerful. She was dragged towards a darkened doorway and another hand containing something foul smelling was placed against her nose and mouth. Within seconds, Kathryn slumped against her attacker. She watched the evening slowly fade from her vision as unconsciousness overcame her. The last thing she heard was an iniquitous laugh sending chills through her. All that was left was the darkness.

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