Title: 'A Tale of Two Sixes' (4/7?)
Author: Semerket
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica / Star Trek Voyager crossover
Pairing: Seven of Nine/Six
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Owning them is just something I fantasize about it. *g*
Summary: Circumstances bring a Cylon to Voyager. How will she adapt? AU all the way. This chapter: Six and Seven go to a birthday party.

A/N: In regards to previous reviews, if it seems to move faster at points its intentional. I'm trying to pace it so that it doesn't start to drag- it ended up being so much longer than I'd ever imagined when I started. So she's been on Voyager approximately 6-7 months now.  I'd also like to note that Six is NOT a part of Starfleet- I accidentally used the term ensign once in the last chapter. That has been corrected. She's a civilian crew member. I'd also like to thank all the people who reviewed- they keep me motivated. :-)

Previous Chapters: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Four months later...

“Morning sleepyhead.” Solaria was stroking Seven's hair and cradling her head. Seven had fallen asleep on top of her...again. The Cylon's strength made Seven's weight a non-issue. Not wanting to wake the woman, she just watched her until she woke up.

“How long have I been asleep?” Inquired a groggy Seven. “Or perhaps I should ask you how long you've been awake?”

“Just over an hour.” Solaria planted a kiss on Seven's forehead.

“That dream again?” Seven said, concern creeping into her voice.

“Yep. But it wasn't as bad tonight. I just wasn't able to go back to sleep,” Solaria yawned, “Besides, its almost time to get up anyways.”

Seven grumbled and moved off of Solaria slightly, only to snuggle into the crook of her neck, her right arm draped over her lover. She mumbled, “I don't want to get up.”

Solaria laughed. “Hey, that's my line. Since when did you stop wanting to go to work anyway? ”

“Since I started sleeping with you,” Said Seven, which elicited a dubious look from Solaria. Seven continued, ”And then you cook for me and clean and-”

Solaria laughed, “My, my. I see your sense of humor has improved.” Solaria shifted and grimaced slightly, “And while you're being so hilarious why don't you get off my arm.”

Seven smirked and pulled up slightly so that Solaria could pull her arm out from under her. Solaria cradled her arm as the circulation slowly came back into it. Seven looked concerned, “Did I hurt you?”

“No, my arm just fell asleep- the circulation is coming back and it feels weird.”

“I've never experienced this phenomenon before.” Seven said seriously.

“I assure you- its overrated.” Seven could hear the smile in the Cylon's voice.. “I'll make us some breakfast.”  

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Seven of Nine strode through engineering to a nearby console and began to deftly tap away at the controls. “Dammit! What did I tell you about changing my configurations without permission!” An exasperated Chief Engineer B'Elanna Torres stormed over to where the tall blond was working. The blond continued her computations without stopping to acknowledge the smaller woman.

Seven replied coolly, “I am reconfiguring the shield modulations around the warp core-”

“Yea, I can see that! Seven stop.” Lieutenant Torres waited for the former Borg drone to stop her actions. “Seven, that's an order!” The shorter woman barked, grabbing the attention of the rest of the engineering staff.

Seven hesitantly ceased her actions, but not before she punctuated them with a few more taps. If one had looked closely they might have noticed a brief frown pass over her features, but it disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. Seven would never understand why Captain Janeway tolerated such inefficiency.

Seven spun on her heel to face the angry engineer. Clasping her hands behind her back and standing ramrod straight, she stared down at the Lieutenant with the haughtiest look she could muster. The engineer tried to reign her temper in before it got the better of her, but the former drone always brought out the worst in her. She took a deep breath and slowly ground out, “Seven, I want you to leave.”

“I will leave when my computations are-”

“Get the hell out now!” The small woman growled angrily; her Klingon heritage getting the best of her.

This was not the first time that B'Elanna had shouted at Seven. Their relationship had become increasingly hostile over the past two weeks- most of their encounters ending with B'Elanna shouting and Seven briskly exiting Engineering; however, today would be different.

Catching the tail end of the conversation, Solaria breezed over to where Seven and Torres were standing. B'Elanna was so relieved to see her. She gave the Cylon a look that screamed 'do something!'

“Seven! Did you need something?” Solaria asked, trying to defuse the situation.

The drone hesitantly turned her gaze away from the chief engineer and focused it on the Cylon. “I need to make several modifications so that I can divert power to astrometrics to complete a scan.”

Six nodded, “How long will your scan take?”

“Approximately 2.4 hours.”

“Then you can put it back, right?”

“Of course.” Seven almost sounded offended, of course she could redo the configurations. She was Borg.

Six turned to Torres, “Lieutenant, can Seven make the modifications if she corrects it when her scan is complete?”

B'Elanna was focused on a distant point, she looked as though she were counting to ten. “Yes... But you'd better put it back exactly the way it was!” She snapped at Seven and marched off.

Seven quirked an eyebrow at Six. “Your interference was unnecessary.”

Six was surprised at her lack of gratitude. As a matter of fact, Seven seemed almost annoyed by her. She lowered her voice so that she'd only be heard by Seven. “Seven, you were about to start a fight!”

Seven pouted slightly. “And you ruined it.”

Six's eyes widened and she shook her head ruefully. “That's just- you are so bad.”

“So you have informed me on numerous occasions.” Seven quirked an eyebrow and headed over to the console. 

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After Seven left, B'Elanna decided it was time to have a chat with Six. The warp core could watch itself for a few minutes.

B'Elanna grabbed her tool box and approached the taller woman. “Hey Six, grab a tool kit, you're with me.”

“Yes, Lieutenant.” Six grabbed a small gray kit and followed Torres out of Engineering.

Six and Torres had a formed an easy rapport over the last few months despite the fiery klingon's anti-Seven views. B'Elanna had come to value Six's ability to follow orders quickly and effectively, and she didn't take any crap. She reminded B'Elanna of herself in that respect.

“So what're we working on?” Six asked.

“Gel pack replacement... jeffries tubes... you know the drill.” B'Elanna trailed off. She sounded bored.

Six grinned, “Tired of the engine room?” Changing gels packs was a grunt job.

“You could say that.” She chuckled, “Besides, there are worst things than getting bored. Like watching you put my subordinates in choke holds.”

Six smirked, “I have to admit, I kind of like the way crewman Levin cowers in terror every time I walk past.”

“I can't believe you did that.” B'Elanna scoffed, “You're lucky the captain gave you a slap on the wrist. Not to mention that you have absolutely no remorse.”

“Would you? You would have done the same thing and you know it.” Six rolled her eyes. “Besides, last time I checked, everyone cowers in terror when you walk past.”

Torres smiled, “Ah yes, but I didn't have to strangle them to elicit that response. Intimidation is really an art form.”

Six laughed, “Whatever.”

“But as your superior you never heard me say that.”

After heading down several corridors, the two women eventually made it to a hatch. B'Elanna popped it open and motioned for Six to crawl inside. Torres got in behind her and shut the door partially. They crawled through the shaft for several minutes before they got to their destination. Six could see the dead power cells, several in the chain weren't lit up. She pulled out her tricorder and got to work.

The two worked in silence for several minutes, until B'Elanna spoke up. Her curiosity was eating away at her.

“So how are you and Seven these days?”

Solaria laughed, “I wondered why you'd wanna crawl into a jeffries tube with me.”

B'Elanna rolled her eyes. She had all the gossip, all of the rumors had to go through her first, but she was tired of rumors. She demanded fact!

“Oh just tell me already.”

Solaria enjoyed teasing her, “Tell you what exactly?”

The engineer scoffed, “That you and Seven are forming your own little collective!”

Six laughed out loud as Torres handed her a new gel pack. “Well, that's one way to put it I suppose.”

“I knew it. I knew it all along.” Torres growled triumphantly.

“Well I'm not sure we were ever very discreet about it...”

B'Elanna laughed, “Well, it took Tom forever to figure it out. Same with Harry. And he still watches you with puppy dog eyes.”

“Well...” Six raised an eyebrow, “They're a bit special.”

Torres let out a guffaw. “That's an understatement.”

“You know...” Six hesitated, as she wondered if she should tell her. She'd been wanting to tell someone. It was funny, damn it. Or at least she thought so...

“Yes?”

Six chuckled, “The Captain may have... walked in on Seven and I...”

“What!?” B'Elanna roared excitedly. Her voice echoed throughout the jeffries tube. “No way!”

Six nodded, “Lets just say, there was a reason I was transferred to engineering.”

“Oh my god! That's worse than having your mother walk in!” B'Elanna put her hand over her mouth animatedly. “How did she catch you?”

“We were in astrometrics.”

Torres' eyes bulged. She smacked Six on the back roughly. Causing the other woman to tip over slightly.

Then she laughed. She laughed for a long time. “Oh hoho ho haha ahhaha... hehehehehe... haha.”

“Would it be silly of me to ask that you didn't tell the world about it?”

B'Elanna was tearing up, “Can I at least tell Tom and Harry? Please?”

“I'd rather you didn't.” Six sighed as she wondered what she'd gotten herself into.

“Alright, how about Tom?” B'Elanna wiped her eyes. “He'd appreciate it more than Starfleet.” She referred to the nickname she gave Harry.

Six blushed. She should have kept her mouth shut. “I will never look at her in the same light...” B'Elanna cleared her throat, “So I guess all that Borg efficiency is good for something, eh?” Torres prodded her.

“You have no idea.”

“How do you stand it? I mean don't get me wrong, I think you're a nice person, but Seven? How do you do it?”

Solaria rolled her eyes, “She's really sweet once you get to know her.” Then Six shrugged, “And maybe I'm just not as nice as you think.”

Torres chuckled, although it sounded more like a growl. “Well I'm glad you're in engineering. Until this point we didn't know of any truly effective anti-Borg shielding. I'll have to submit a report to Starfleet about the role of Cylons in-"

“Hey, don't talk about my girl like that.” Six laughed and pouted simultaneously,

“You're a stronger person than I.” Then B'Elanna thought of something. “Oh! You are coming to Tom's birthday party, right?”

“When? Where? Dress code?”

“Its in Fair Haven at eight. Casual dress- although a lot of people will probably be wearing their uniforms, especially if they just came off their shift.”

“Fair Haven?”

“Its a holo-program. Its at a pub.”

It was the first time she'd heard of this place. She didn't know Voyager had an actual bar. Why didn't she know that? Six frowned. “Oh well...” Six really wanted to go, but she didn't want to go without Seven. “Um, I'm not sure...”

Torres rolled her eyes. “You can bring Seven, of course.”

“Really?”

Torres scoffed, “What is this 'really' stuff?”

“Seven makes it sound like she never gets invited to anything.”

“Bah. She never wants to go! She gets invited to just about everything. The Captain even forces her to go to some of them. But you know her, its 'inefficient'.” Torres rolled her eyes at the last part.

“Maybe she feels like you don't really want her to come...”

“Gee, I wonder why she'd feel that way?” B'Elanna said flippantly as she smacked her forehead in mock ignorance.

Six glared at her.

Torres put her hands up apologetically, “Fine. You're right. But you know how she is! Its like she goes out of her way to make people miserable.”

Six snickered.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Six replied cryptically as she calmed herself.

“You aren't saying something...”

Solaria sighed, “I'll have a talk with her.” 

**************

Six entered her quarters, well it was really more accurate to say 'their' quarters as of late. Seven automatically went to Six's room when her shift ended and more and more of the former drone's belongings were finding their way inside.

Six found Seven sitting on the couch going over a data pad. The blond greeted her lover without lifting her head, “Six.”

Solaria came to stand in front of Seven, “So Seven...”

She glanced up from her data pad to study the Cylon.

“Would you like to come to Tom's party with me?”

Of course not. Seven was never one for parties. “I prefer to avoid-”

“Social settings? Yes, I know. But I want us to go- as a couple.” Six pouted, “Please?”

Seven wanted to say 'no', but Solaria's expression was making it exceedingly difficult.

Seven sighed. “It is inefficient.”

Solaria crossed her arms.

“Fine. I will accompany you to the party.”

Six leaned in and kissed Seven above her optical implant. She grinned playfully, “I knew you'd want to.”

Seven arched an eyebrow. “This is humor?”

Solaria stuck her tongue out in response. She knew Seven well enough to know when she was being cynical. 

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The doors swished open as Six and Seven entered the holodeck. This was Solaria's second time in the holodeck since she'd come to live on Voyager. The first time was during an engineering simulation, but she had never seen a holoprogram like this before. It reminded her of the way she used her projection ability. But since she was able to craft her own simulation it made the holodeck seem rather unimpressive and in a sense, pointless.

Fair Haven was a small village with stone buildings and thatched roofs. The green grass and overgrown ivy trailed up the side of the buildings like a spider web, the word 'quaint' came to mind. Seven had given her a detailed, (really too detailed), explanation of the program. The only thing she had deemed relevant from said conversation was the the fact that it was a small, Irish village that would have existed long ago in Earth's history.

“So have you spent a lot of time here, Seven?” The Cylon asked as she watched a poorly constructed wooden windmill creak around slowly.

“No, it is not my program of choice.”

“Yeah. It's not quite what I was expecting from the crew of Voyager.” Six chuckled as they strolled across a small stone bridge that went over a large stream that flowed through town.

“What do you mean?”

Six shrugged, she seemed unimpressed. “I guess it just seems... I don't know. Primitive?” She had expected a pub on Voyager to be much more advanced and trendy. She'd expected it to be even nicer than the clubs she'd seen on Caprica- after the nuclear fallout.

Seven allowed herself to smile slightly, she was relieved that she wasn't the only person that felt that way. “I agree. It is primitive and unremarkable. However, when I have expressed myself in such a way it has often offended others in the crew. They tell me that I am 'no fun'.”

Six nodded. She could understand why the others reacted to Seven the way that they did, her bluntness still startled Six at times. But Seven's assessment was correct: this was lame. The sunshine was a nice touch though.

“Well, I suppose we'll just have to make our own fun for the time being. Besides, it's not the environment that has to be exciting. If you're with the right people you can have all kinds of fun.” She said flirtatiously as she winked at the drone.

Six felt like a time traveler, with her blue jeans and red tank top, or 'twenty first century attire' as the Voyager crew referred to her preferences. Were they calling her outdated? She wasn't sure. But she did like wearing them- they seemed so much more stylish than Voyager's attire, and it made her stand out. Something that had always been a challenge when surrounded by thousands of Sixes that looked exactly the same way she did. She had tried to convince Seven to wear something different for a change, but the former drone was quite content to wear her blue biosuit.

Six was carrying a small gift in her hand, it was elegantly wrapped in silver (Seven's contribution) and it was topped off with a red ribbon and matching bright red bow (Six's idea).

Solaria followed Seven's lead and was eventually brought to a small building that she assumed was the pub. “Wow, this is it?”

“Indeed.”

“It's a bit of a dive isn't it?” Six muttered to herself.

Seven was confused, “What do you mean by this term, 'dive'? Explain.”

“Oh, you know... like a hole in the wall.” Six chuckled as Seven's raised eyebrow continued to go up. “Its crumby.”

Seven continued to stare at her. “I do not understand. How can a building have crumbs? It it not a food item. Explain.”

Six sighed. “Its unattractive.”

Seven had a calm look of understanding. Six could tell she still didn't really 'get it', but at least she knew that the comment was negative. “I understand now.”

Six patted Seven on the small of her back as they headed towards the door. “So are all of these people real?” She referred to some of the towns folk who glanced at them with mild interest.

“No. Most are holograms. However, there are some in the crew who dress appropriately to the period.”

“Figures.” Six rolled her eyes. Nerds- the whole lot of them.

They looked around as soon as they stepped into the pub. It was very much as Six expected, only much cleaner. She assumed this was due to the fact that it was a program and not the real thing. There were quite a few people inside, some where wearing their uniforms, others were in more casual attire similar to Solaria's.

“Hey! I'm glad you came.” Tom greeted both of the women.

“Happy birthday!” Six said enthusiastically as she offered him a brief hug.

Seven stood slightly behind Six, content to follow her lead. She felt awkward, “I believe it is customary to wish you a 'happy birthday', Mr. Paris.”

He chuckled at Seven's seriousness. “Yes, thank you, Seven. Call me, Tom, when we're off duty.” People in the crew were more willing to give Seven a chance now that she had a normal friend- well, one that at least appeared to be normal. They were also more patient when dealing with her, some out of respect, others out of fear of the Cylon's wrath. Solaria's incident in engineering had become common knowledge very quickly.

“We got you a little something.” Solaria handed Tom the box.

“Oh, thank you!” He was genuinely surprised. “Can I open it now?”

“I don't know. Can you?” Solaria chuckled.

Tom shredded the paper with the enthusiasm of a four year old. He pulled out a small, square shaped data module. “Six hours on the holodeck?” He asked incredulously. Holodeck time was worth a lot on Voyager and six hours would take time to save up.

“It was Seven's idea.” Six motioned to the drone.

“Well thank you, Seven.” Tom was thinking of all the things he could do with those hours. “You won't miss this time?”

“I find that my need for the holodeck has been... reduced.” Seven glanced at Solaria. Projection was far more intriguing, and she didn't have to leave their quarters.

“Well thank you very much, ladies.”

Tom eventually excused himself as he headed off to greet more of his guests. Six turned to Seven, “Why did you tell him that the holodeck time was my idea? It was your idea, as was this entire outing.”

Six smiled, “Oh, I just think it'll win you some much needed social points. Not to mention that even if it was my idea, it was your holodeck time- I haven't accrued that much yet.”

Seven pondered that for a moment.

“Over here guys.” Six turned to see B'Elanna seated at a table beside Harry. Six headed over to the table, with Seven following slightly behind her. “I see you two made it.”

“Have a seat ladies.” Harry offered.

Soon after they sat down a holo character came over and gave them each a piece of chocolate cake.

Six hummed as she took a bite. “This is good.”

“Yea, its one of the few things I've seen Neelix get right.” B'Elanna said wryly as she watch the two blondes eat. She and Harry had already had some earlier.

Seven stared at her cake cautiously. She cast a glance in the Cylon's direction. “Try it, Seven. You'll like it.”

“I do not require nutritional-” She trailed off at the Cylon's look.

“Seven...” The Cylon smirked at her as she gestured towards the offending dessert.

Seven hesitantly brought a spoonful to her mouth. Soon after she bit into it, a huge grin broke out across her face. “This...” She said through muffled tones, “So good.”  For someting that resembled mud, it tasted quite delicious.

Six smiled back at her.

B'Elanna jumped slightly and put her hand over her heart. “That's the first time I've seen you smile, Seven! And alien possession and public drunkenness doesn't count.” The klingon hybrid found it mildly terrifying to discover that Seven was capable of some degree of normalcy.

Six smiled. It was friendly, but it also carried an underlying warning: be nice.

“Yes, Seven should smile more, she has a beautiful smile, don't you agree?” Solaria stared at Seven dreamily.

“Yes, she has a very nice smile.” B'Elanna fought the urge to roll her eyes. She hoped she wouldn't have to watch Solaria give Seven gooey eyes all night.

Harry broke up the awkwardness, “So who's up for a round of drinks?”

Six perked up, “OOo, what kind of drink?”

Harry motioned the holographic server over. Several mugs of ale were placed on the table.

B'Elanna grinned as she stared at Six, “I'll bet you can't out drink me.”

“Is that so, Lieutenant?”

Harry laughed, “There's no way you're out-drinking a Klingon.”

Seven frowned slightly and stated matter of factly, “He is correct. You will lose.”

“Well then I'll have to prove you both wrong.”

Two hours later...

A severely inebriated Six whispered conspiratorially to Torres.

“Have you ever drank before, Six?”

The Cylon shook her head, “Only one time, with Seven when I first came here. But no- I never drink.”

B'Elanna grumbled as she spared a glance at Seven, who was now on the other side of the room chatting with the Doctor. If B'Elanna had realized that Solaria was so inexperienced, she would never have allowed her to drink that much.

Seven made her way back to the table and sat down again.

After several rounds Solaria was feeling relaxed- quite relaxed. So relaxed that she found it difficult to keep her hands to herself.

Six slurred, “She's... so pretty...”

“Six.” Seven pried the woman's hand off her chest only to find it back again, “Solaria!”

“Mhmm?”

“You are intoxicated. We should leave now.” Seven suggested as she stood up. She shot a withering glance to B'Elanna and Harry who avoided eye contact.

“But I'm having so much fun...” Six slurred slightly as she ogled Seven.

“We can continue our fun... elsewhere.”

B'Elanna felt her stomach churn, either at the ale in her belly or the scene she was witnessing. “Oh, get a room guys!”

“Its fun... Really been...” Six tried to be polite, but the words just weren't coming out the way they were supposed too.

B'Elanna and Harry were laughing. “Yes, yes, of course it has. You run along now.”

Seven grabbed Six's hand and dragged her outside the pub. It was now night outside of the little tavern. The Cylon tilted her head up in fascination as she observed the artificial sky and stars.

“Pretty.” At some point Six took of running as she continued to stare upwards, much to Seven's annoyance. Then the Borg heard a splash.

“Six?”

A drenched Cylon popped her head out of the water of the small creek that ran through the center of town. “Oh my god. Is this water? Is this real water? Am I really wet?” The Cylon laughed heartily.

“Yes, you are quite wet.”

“Will I be wet if I leave the holodeck.”

“No.”

Seven extended her hand and helped the Cylon out of the water. “Well, that was an experience.” The Cylon chuckled.

Several of the holographic townsfolk stared at a dripping wet Solaria as they were walking past

"What are you staring at?" She yelled drunkenly at the hapless townspeople. They averted their eyes and hurried away.

“I don't like the way they look at you. You need to wear different clothes.” Six held onto Seven's arm possessively, her voice taking on a jealous tone.

“They look at you as well. And based on your personality type they look at you more frequently and more hopefully.” Seven studied the Cylon seriously. “I believe the dampness of your shirt may also have an effect on the stares as well.” Solaria hadn't worn a bra- and it was now obvious as the red shirt clung to her lithe form mercilessly.

“That's completely beside the point!” Solaria slurred and gestured animatedly.

That's when Seven noticed something about Six's hair. She reached up and plucked out some green foliage.

“What the hell is that?”

“They are referred to as 'lily pads'.”

Solaria laughed all the way back to their quarters. 

***************

The drone woke up as the alarm went off. Even in her sleep mussed state she managed to look immaculate. She turned over and realized that Solaria was not in bed. Seven got up and went in search of her lover. Then much to her shock, she found the Cylon in the bathroom. She was lying on the floor and curled up in a ball.

She rushed to her side, and exclaimed fearfully, “What happened? Are you alright?”

She whimpered, “Seven, I feel like I'm dying...”

“Computer, two to beam to sickbay!” Seven said frantically as she scooped up the ill Cylon.

When they arrived the Doctor materialized immediately. “Please state nature of the medical emergency.”

“Solaria is ill.” Seven almost snapped at him as she placed Six on the biobed. “She said she thinks she is dying.”

The Doctor's eyes widened as he whipped out his tricorder and performed a scan. He smirked, “Your blood alcohol level is .28! That's dangerously high. How much did you drink last night? How are you still conscious?” Most humans of her weight and body mass would have alcohol poisoning with that kind of BAC.

“I don't know?” Six looked to Seven.

“She consumed approximately...” Seven thought back, but she wasn't at the table the whole evening. She wasn't sure herself. “She participated in a drinking contest with Lieutenant Torres.” That would explain everything.

“Wait, so I'm not dying?” Solaria was confused, surely death was on its way.

“You're hungover. I'll give you some medicine and filter the ethanol out of your system. You'll also have to drink plenty of liquids- water to be exact.” He wanted to clarify. It was obvious she had very little experience with alcoholic beverages.

“Hungover?”

“Yes, You have a bad hangover. Its what happens when you consume to much alcohol- or in your case ethanol. Its a form of extreme dehydration. Either way you'll need to replenish your body's fluids.”

“Why do people drink then?” Six was mortified. Who wanted to feel like crap? It was, as Seven would say- inefficient.

“I ask myself that every time a crewman staggers in here.” The Doctor said cynically and he shut his tricorder. “And, yes you still have to go to work.” 

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“Tom set in a course for the next system, Seven should have sent you the coordinates.” Kathryn went to take her usual seat on the bridge next to Chakotay.

Harry tapped in some commands at his console. “Captain, long range sensors are picking up-” He trailed off.

“What is it Harry?” Kathryn asked.

“Well it was there a few seconds ago...” Before he could complete his sentence a huge vessel appeared right in front of Voyager nearly colliding with it. Several more appeared surrounding Voyager.

“Mr. Paris get us out of here!” The helmsman deftly evaded the path of the large ships. “Report!”

“There are four ships, no five...seven and counting!” The young man exclaimed.

Kathryn directed her question to Harry, “Were they cloaked?”

“No ma'am, I was picking them up on long range sensors. I'm not sure what kind of technology they use to travel through space, but its certainly nothing like warp.”

“Hail them.”

“Channel open.”

“This is Captain Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager.”

“No response to hails.” Harry's eyes were glued to the readings on his console.

Tuvok said, “Captain they are firing weapons- they appear to be using some kind of nuclear warhead.”

Kathryn visibly blanched, “Nuclear warhead?” She needed to make sure she was hearing that correctly. 'How primitive', she thought to herself. That wouldn't even put a dent in Voyager's shields. “Tuvok use phasers to detonate them before impact.”

“Firing phasers. Warheads destroyed.”

Harry piped up, “Captain they are hailing us.”

Onto Part 5

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