Title: Star Trek INTRUDER
Author: Kapact ( fltadmlordkapact@yahoo.com )
Series: Alt Voyager
Parts: ? Chapter 3 Over There
Code: Will be Janeway/Alt Janeway/Kes
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Paramount owns STAR TREK ... I just like to watch.....{{;)
Warning: Contains non-consensual sex between women. If you don't like that, don't read this.
Summary: when last we saw the crews of Voyager and Intruder, they had been sent to the Badlands, to
use the caretaker array to get to the Delta Quadrant to investigate missing Federation ships. Of course,
they had to blow past some hostile Vulcan heavy cruisers and one less than amused Admiral Spock to
get there, but they made it.......but their story didn't end there............
Feedback is welcome………
by Kapact
The Voyager and the Intruder slipped into the Badlands with no pursuers. From there it was a simple matter. The coordinates were fed into the navigational computers, which flew the ships through the maelstrom of plasma storms and planetoids. They passed through dark clouds and micrometeor collisions and eventually descended into a glowing blue cloud. A wave of energy reached out and took both ships simultaneously.
From the bridge of Intruder, Kathryn Janeway spoke to both ships. "This is supposed to be a pretty bumpy ride." She looked to Riker, who had abandoned his study of his secondary command panel and was watching the screen.
A voice came over the speakers. Elizabeth. "It always is with you, sister. Just wait till-."
She didn't have time to finish.
Both ships were suddenly thrown end over end through subspace. Kathryn had a brief glimpse of a pinkish-looking space with millions of bulbous storms on the horizon. Then they were back in normal space. The Voyager was parked right next to them. Good. "Janeway to Voyager."
Elizabeth looked disheveled. "I bit my tongue."
At Riker's bemused glance, Kathryn chuckled. "Commander, you really have to get over your thing for women. It won't get you anywhere here."
Riker laughed the laugh of a nervous gambler and went back to his tactical display. He soon had something to distract him. "Hudet class emerging from behind the array."
"Goddammit." Kathryn muttered. "Cardassians." The Cardassian battleship was targeting the array. "Why would they want to destroy the caretaker?"
"They are targeting the shield generators." Riker was slaving the tactical station to his console. That was always a sure sign he felt his manhood threatened.
Janeway looked over at the middle aged expatriate Vulcan tactical officer Saavik. She looked bored...for a Vulcan. "We need to get in there." She turned to Riker. "Launch a shuttle."
Riker bent over his console. "Shuttlebay One, launch a Hawk II fighter at the array." A moment later, a sleek, wedge shaped craft had emerged from Intruder's primary launch bay. "Riker to Hawk II."
"Hawk II. Commander Piper."
Janeway smiled. "Hello Mark." Mark Piper had nursed a crush on Kathryn Janeway for seven years. The poor misguided man. "I need you to fly towards the array. Target the reactor. But watch yourself. There is a Hudet Class battleship on an intercept course already."
"Acknowledged, Captain. What is my objective?"
"The tetryon reactor. I want you to beam it out of there. We may have to destroy the array to keep it out of Cardassian hands. But we'll need to keep the reactor so we can build another one."
On Voyager, Elizabeth Janeway watched the fighter craft dart towards the array. The battleship had laid in a pursuit course. She turned to her first officer. "Mister Data, set a pursuit course."
"Aye Captain. Message coming in from the Cardassian ship."
"Put it on screen." Elizabeth Janeway opened a channel to the Intruder so Kathryn would hear what transpired.
The screen flickered briefly. Then the Cardassian was there. It was a woman. "This is Gul Eman of the Cardassian ship Vichy. Stand down. Do not interfere." She cut the channel.
"Well, at least she's pretty." Elizabeth drummed her fingers on the cold steel of the arm of her command chair. "Target the Vichy's shield generator. Fire a full spread of photon torpedoes." Six torpedoes belched from the Voyager's forward emitter. They grouped themselves together in a small circular cluster. Then they dove underneath the Vichy. They hit the shields and exploded. The Vichy shuddered, but continued on course for the little Hawk II fighter.
On the Intruder, Janeway watched the Vichy. "She's arming quantum torpedoes. Mister Riker, get Commander Piper on subspace."
On the Hawk II, Commander Piper was watching the Vichy. It was coming right at him. Captain Janeway's soothing, rough-hewn voice came over the speakers. "Commander, you are authorized to destroy the array." Her eyes lit on his for a second. "Be careful, Mark. I've heard of Gul Eman. She won't hesitate to-."
"No problem Captain. I'll recover the reactor." Piper set the small warp reactor to max output and steadied his course. Suddenly his ship rocked and began to spin. Blue light flashed quickly by the Hawk II. "Quantum torpedoes." He muttered to himself. "Uh oh." That was it. A one way mission. There was no way his little ship could withstand that for long. But he had to delay her. "Computer, arm torpedoes." The fighter's complement of five photon torpedoes all armed simultaneously. "Target coordinates." He fed the coordinates into the targeting computer.
From Piper's view inside the little Hawk II, he seemed inches from the array. He tried to ignore the quantum torpedoes bracketing him. But the tiny fighter couldn't take more than four glancing blows from the advanced torpedoes. He pushed the impulse to maximum and loosed all of his photon torpedoes at the caretaker. They crashed into the hull, blowing a hole just large enough for him to slip through. He did, just ahead of the looming Vichy.
On the Vichy, Gul Eman stood against the forward bridge railing a few feet from the viewscreen. The Hawk II had just blown a hole in the array. "Full impulse!" The Vichy leapt forward.
On Voyager, Elizabeth Janeway stood in almost the same position as Gul Eman. "Full impulse! We've got to stop that ship!"
The Vichy followed the Hawk II, crashing through the hull of the array. An explosion mushroomed from the array, and the Vichy was caught in it. Fire engulfed the ship, shattering the plasma filled warp nacelles. And still it plunged onward.
Kathryn Janeway paced in front of Intruder's viewscreen. The array was coming apart in a series of explosions. The Hawk II and the Vichy had both vanished through the shattered hull. And Voyager was plunging in behind them. She turned to Saavik. "Launch a combat drone into the array. I have to know what's going on in there."
A small armored probe shot from the bow of Intruder and into the mass of smoke and plasma fire that had been the caretaker array.
Saavik put an earphone pick-up in her ear and began to speak. "The probe is in. Massive explosions. Quantum torpedoes. Phaser fire. Multiple transporter signatures."
Janeway looked from Saavik, and her breath caught. "Mark-"
Voyager followed the Vichy into the inferno. Gone was the delicate latticework that comprised the alien array. The Hawk II had made a run for the reactor assembly with the Vichy on her tail. Quantum torpedoes in spreads of six were flying almost everywhere in an attempt to catch the dodging and spinning fighter.
Piper leaned forward, trying to peer through the smoke and plasma fire. And then, without warning, he was upon the tetryon reactor. The smoke had cleared. The Vichy seemed to be occupied by something else. He locked onto the reactor with his emergency transporter. The huge reactor wouldn't fit in his small craft, but it would be a simple matter to suspend it in the transport pattern buffer until it could be rematerialized in Intruder's cargo hold. He heard the whine of the transporter just as something threw him to the floor.
Many things happened at that instant. Voyager, which had begun to pummel the Vichy with photon torpedoes and phasers, was tossed aside by an unidentified force beam from the Cardassian battlecruiser. Voyager's offensive and defensive systems were crippled.
At the same time, a small craft that was nestled inside of the array began to shale apart. Inside the small craft, the redheaded and spotted Talaxian, Neelix gave his petite humanoid girlfriend a comforting squeeze. "Don't you fret, my dear. Neelix has a plan." She was silent. "I am, as you know, a tinkerer. An inventor. And I brought you here to show you what I call a subspace thumb."
"A what?" Kes finally opened her eyes at that.
"It scans the area for ships, and when it finds one, determines the shield frequency and beams us aboard." Neelix seemed pleased with himself. "And the caretaker always has ships nearby…"
On Intruder, Saavik was glued to her board. "More data from the probe. The Voyager has been severely
damaged. Offensive and defensive systems down. Shields failing."
"Get us in closer. Emergency transport facilities ready."
On Voyager, Elizabeth Janeway clung to her command chair. "Take us in closer to the Hawk II. Try again to load torpedo tubes."
The statuesque blonde at tactical grunted…and went back to work. "Intercept course. The Hawk II's shields are down. She's taking a beating. And our torpedo tubes are gone. Multiple hull breaches over those sections." Lt. Hansen paused for a moment. "The Hawk II is gone. I read transporter activity. As many as three beams crossing, and it was just gone."
Janeway suddenly seemed to forget that there was a battle going on. "Gone? The Vichy?"
"Impossible to tell. I can't read through the Vichy's shields. They may have gone down long enough for transport."
"Okay then. Set a collision course for the Vichy. Best speed." The Voyager leapt forward, just as the Vichy turned to face them. Janeway saw, and smiled grimly. "Prepare two combat probes, each with two Class A tricobolt devices. Have them loaded and transferred to the cargo bay. With the torpedo launchers out we'll have to use the transporter."
Voyager pushed on towards the Vichy, which was turning to engage the battered starship. A force beam lanced out and held the Voyager. Smoke curled upward from a spot on the primary hull. But Voyager wasn't slowed.
Janeway walked back to stand next to her tactical officer. "Probes ready. Stand by to transport. And be ready for emergency reverse."
"Captain, the hull may not withstand that."
"Do it anyway." Janeway watched as the image of the Vichy grew on the main viewer. "Stand by to energize."
As Voyager put all she had into a forward lunge, the Vichy began to turn to broadside. The Hudet class was most heavily shielded and armored to port and starboard. The Voyager was just closing to point blank range when Lt. Hansen saw a security alert on her tactical board. "Transporter activity."
"The Vichy?"
"No. Her shields are still up."
"Then we can't worry about it right now. Range to Vichy?"
"Ten thousand kilometers."
"Spitting distance" muttered the female Q.
Janeway did a double take from the screen to the female Q …and back again. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Q was suddenly astride Janeway. A long, languorous, penetrating kiss, and fingers tweaking her nipples through her black jumpsuit. Then Q was off of her and sitting at the science station. She winked at Janeway. "You know me. I like to watch."
Janeway pursed her lips…sore from the kiss…then she tore her gaze from Q and turned to the tactical station. "Energize." She waited for a second. "Emergency reverse. Contact Intruder."
Kathryn Janeway appeared on the screen. "We are closing, Liz." Elizabeth thought she looked radiant. Her hair slightly askew, her nostrils flaring. Arms akimbo. Breasts outthrust.
"Stay there, Kath. We're coming out. With Q…" Elizabeth shot a glance at Q, then turned back to Hansen. "Take us out, Annika. Maintain scans on the Vichy."
"Tricobolt devices detonating." Hansen seemed flushed with excitement. "The Vichy is breaking up. Sections of the hull are falling away. Wait a minute. Something emerging from the hanger bay." Hansen switched the view from the approaching shattered hull of the caretaker to the stricken Vichy. Something was emerging. "It is a Norin class corvette." She hit it with a concentrated scan. "One life sign."
"Get us out of here!" Elizabeth turned back to Kathryn. "We may get bumped arou-" The blast from the tricobolt devices slammed the Norin into the Voyager, and both ships were thrown clear of the exploding array.
"Janeway to Voyager! Come in Voyager!" Kathryn felt tears welling up in her eyes. Voyager's shields had exploded around the helpless ship.
Behind her, Saavik read the news calmly. "Hull breaches on every deck. Warp core breach in five seconds."
Janeway nearly jumped to Saavik's side. "Emergency transport. Get them out of there!"
Saavik energized every cargo transporter on the ship, beaming 250 people off of Voyager just seconds before it exploded. Then she saw a blip on her tactical screen. "Damn" she muttered.
Kathryn Janeway arched an eyebrow. "What is it, Saavik?"
"The Norin survived. It must have just actually bounced off of Voyager's shields before they exploded. It is on an intercept course."
"Shit." Kathryn Janeway was famous for her ability to sum up a complex situation in ten words or less. "And a ship loaded down with a double complement." She seemed to come to a conclusion. "Contact Starbase Delta One."
"Captain, at this distance, it will be two weeks before we get a response. And even then, there is no guarantee of assistance."
"There isn't any choice. The 'Law of the Delta Quadrant' may be tough, but it's all we've got for now."
Saavik raised an eyebrow. "As you wish."
Kathryn smiled. "Transmit our tactical situation, as well as any pertinent log entries. Tell him we're coming in hot." She turned to Riker. "You have the bridge, Commander. If you can handle that Norin, I'll see to our refugee situation."
Riker snapped to attention, and just as quickly settled into the coveted brushed silver command chair. "Yes Captain." Janeway chuckled quietly and disappeared into the turbolift.
She wasted little time getting to the cargo bay. She found the chief engineer already at work. "Chief, we have to get them out of the pattern buffer. Now!"
The Chief engineer was a smallish brunette woman with a mousy look that belied a fierce heart and a razor sharp intellect. "Captain, these were not designed to transport 250 people and suspend them in the pattern buffer. The computer is still trying to figure out where to put them all. 150 will fit in here, but the rest have to go somewhere. And it has to be done at the same time."
"Okay. Put 150 in here. Then beam the rest into unoccupied crew quarters."
"Aye. I thought that would be the only way. But I needed your authorization first." Commander Brahms worked the controls of the cargo transporter…and the cargo bay was suddenly filled with the crew of Voyager.
Neelix came to in darkness. He heard what seemed to be the snuffling of some great animal. He squeezed the shape next to him, and heard the voice of his love. Kes was muttering. He tried to calm her…quietly. "Shhh. Quiet my dear. I am not quite sure where we are."
The animal sounds were close. Too close. And Neelix guessed that they were in a small room. He peered into the darkness. And was suddenly yanked into the air. Two vice-like hands around his neck. The animal sound became a gruff voice. "Lights!" The creature holding him up was shaped like most creatures from this part of the galaxy. Bipedal. Two arms. One head. But there things diverged a bit. The head was covered in a series of bony ridges. Probably an endoskeleton.
"What is this spotted petaQ doing here?" It seemed to be female, Neelix guessed. High pitched voice. Breasts. Neelix tried to croak out a response to the creature.
"That petaQ is a Talaxian." There was another female. Human…or humanoid. Neelix wondered, as his brain screamed for oxygen, about the spots that started at the humanoid's head, and wandered down her body. Her naked, sweaty body. Oh dear. As the spotted woman was lying on a bed that seemed to resemble a steel pallet, Neelix concluded that she and the…creature were intimately involved.
Neelix finally managed to squeeze out a few words as his fingers worked to pry the monster's hands from around his neck. "Forgive me ladies." At that, he was dropped to the deck. "Ah" he gasped…regaining his breath. "If you will please forgive the intrusion...we will be moving along." He bent down to the cowering form of his love. "Come along sweetie. We've bothered these ladies enough." He started towards the door.
"Stop!" The creature bellowed. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The hands around his neck again. Funny that every time that creature demanded answers she would try to strangle Neelix. Just how was he supposed to answer?
"Don't kill them." The other lady…..the one with the most fascinating spots…was trying to calm the creature. "We better take them to the Captain." Then she seemed to speak to the air. "Computer, locate Captain Janeway."
Another female voice answered. "Captain Janeway is in her quarters."
"Let's go." The two females threw robes around themselves and carried Neelix and Kes out of the room, and out into a corridor. It was apparently a large ship. Most likely, Neelix supposed, one that had been inside the Caretaker as it was destroyed.
They were carried unceremoniously through the ship until, at last they stopped in front of a door with a nameplate that read "Captain Kathryn Janeway". The spotted female hit a small button. A chime sounded. There was a muted grunt. Then a voice. "Enter!"
Neelix was carried into the room, with Kes dragged just behind him. The creature with the forehead ridges spoke this time. "These…" Her words trailed off as she took in the scene.
Kathryn had Elizabeth chained against the bulkhead. She had ripped away Elizabeth's jumpsuit and was assaulting her from the rear with the replicated Klingon dildo that she had recently acquired on Argelius. It was considered a bit unnatural for a woman to actually take another as a man might, but Kathryn was anything but conventional. She was just nibbling Elizabeth's neck and working the dildo inside as the door chimed. She shoved herself the rest of the way in, then answered. "Enter!"
It was Jadzia and Lursa. Hmmm…. a foursome? Fascinating. Then she realized that the two women had strangers with them. "These…" Lursa seemed at a loss for words.
"Did they materialize in your quarters?" Janeway had expected to receive complaints. But these two didn't look like they had come from Voyager.
Elizabeth struggled to turn her head enough to see who had just walked in. "Stowaways? We don't take kindly to stowaways."
Kathryn kissed Elizabeth on the lips and then smiled wickedly. "Leave the little female here." Then she looked at Neelix. "And take that to Mister Riker's quarters for…interrogation." Elizabeth couldn't quite contain the chuckle. Kathryn then spoke to the computer. "Bridge, this Janeway."
"Bridge. Riker here." He sounded bored and frustrated.
"Commander, I am sending Commander Dax to relieve you. I have a present waiting for you in your quarters."
"Aye, Captain."
Janeway cut the channel. Then she turned to Lursa. "Do not damage it on the way to Commander Riker's quarters. But do remove it's clothes."
Kathryn Janeway grabbed Kes by her crop of short hair and pulled her up. She stood, shivering with trepidation. Kathryn glanced back at Elizabeth, still chained to the bulkhead. "Computer, release chains."
Elizabeth slumped just slightly before catching herself. One hand absently strayed to her glistening loins. "Hmmm." She examined the girl, her gaze raking over the pale, lithe form as if it were a choice cut of steak. "What are you, anyway?"
Kes sputtered, trying to find her voice. "I-I'm Kes. I'm Ocampan."
Kathryn stopped. "I've heard of Ocampans." She turned to Elizabeth. "Simpering, whimpering little mice. Lifespan of just seven years. But you want to get rid of them after four."
"Really? Why?"
"Supposedly they get powerful and dangerous after four years. I bet they just get boring." Kathryn continued to lead Kes around to a darkened corner. "Computer. Forcefield variation tango uniform." She looked Kes in the eyes. "Field strength twenty."
Two circles of red light appeared in mid air, at eye level with Kes. Kathryn produced a leather whip, which she brushed across the small of Kes's back. "Put your hands in the circles."
Kes backed away…into Kathryn's arms. The Ocampan was whimpering like a trapped child. "Captain, please. If I could just-"
The whip cracked against Kes, and she stepped forward. Kathryn forced her hands into the circles. Kes grunted, and the circles began to pull her up towards the ceiling. They stopped as somas her toes were about to leave the deck.
Kathryn and Elizabeth circled Kes, their eyes shining and their mouths slightly open. They spoke
together. "We don't take kindly to stowaways."
Kathryn moved first, grabbing Kes from behind and plunging the Klingon dildo into Kes's rear opening.
Kes screamed. Her thoughts were a jumble. Why? Why take her like this? This wasn't anything like love. It was…punishment.
Elizabeth saw the girl's eyes shut. A tear squeezed out. She walked up to her and darted her tongue out to graze against the girl's jugular. Then she smiled. "Computer. Klingon dildo. Specification Janeway zero-zero-one. Strap on." She held her breath as the device materialized in her hands. In seconds, she had it on, and was nudging at Kes's small, fur covered vagina. She flicked the tip across Kes's hardened clitoris, then reached around to grab Kathryn's ass. With a sudden yank, she was inside of Kes.
She felt the end of her dildo against Kathryn's. Kathryn had worked her fingers between Elizabeth's ass cheeks until she was just able to penetrate her.
Something welled up inside of her. An orgasm? A heart attack? Impossible to say. She was vaguely aware of the Ocampan going limp at one point, and she and Elizabeth continued to slam against each other through the little alien girl.
An hour later, or maybe a day later…
Elizabeth held onto Kes's legs while Kathryn worked tired fingers in and out of the girl's stretched, wet vagina. Kes was crying and moaning softly now. "What are you people?"
Elizabeth smiled and dangled a breast in Kathryn's flushed face. "Federation Diplomatic Corp. Welcome to the starship Intruder."
"Oh my god. Oh my god. How long are you going to hold me like this? How long will you use me like this?"
Kathryn kissed Elizabeth's offered nipple quickly before answering. "How long did you say you live? Seven years?"
Epilogue One:
Riker entered his quarters less than five minutes after being ordered there. There was something in there already. A gift……that was what the Captain had said. He stopped at the doorway. "Lights."
There was the creature. A Talaxian, if Riker remembered correctly. It was naked and bruised. It spoke hesitantly. "Good day to you sir. I am supposed to be your gift. From Captain Janeway."
Riker tried to swallow. He tried to smile at the creature.
Some gift.
Epilogue Two:
Starbase Delta One. The main Federation presence in the Delta Quadrant. The "Law of the Delta Quadrant". James Kirk unplugged himself from the preservation alcove and reached out to touch a comm panel. Janice had received the message from a starship in trouble. He would have to hear it for himself before making any decisions….
To Be Continued…….
