Embers

Warning: J/C of course. Some language. High mush factor.

Embers

Chapter 1

The image on the viewscreen wobbled, then horizontal lines started running across the screen. The purple-robed alien's features blurred then disappeared into grayness. But his nasal voice continued speaking--oblivious to being invisible. The sound garbled, and the volume fluctuated. But Kathryn smiled anyway. The Loliaaran government was going to grant them permission to mine for much needed minerals.

Janeway glanced at Harry, who was frantically trying to maintain the signal. Suddenly the screen filled with gray snow, then the unfamiliar planets and sun of the Loliaaran system filled the screen.

The minister's voice continued, "...will make the necessary arrangements for your visit. Until tomorrow, Captain."

"Tomorrow and thank-you." She glanced at Chakotay's empty chair, then stared at Harry.

"Sorry Captain. But the upper atmosphere is highly ionized--it's interfering with the signal." The young ensign glanced about, then everybody looked at the screen. The cause of the problem, the system's sun suddenly erupted as another solar flare appeared and dissipated into the void of space.

"Mr. Tuvok, you have the bridge. When Commander Chakotay returns from engineering--have him report to me in my ready-room." The Captain walked purposefully toward her ready room. She hoped the information that the minister had sent to Voyager had arrived relatively intact.

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Kathryn Janeway grinned as she looked around the landing site. A gentle breeze caressed her face and the subtle aroma from the surrounding field of flowers filled the air. Loliaar was as beautiful as she had been told. She glanced quickly at Tom, then her two-member security-team. The green-skinned Loliaaran minister she had communicated with yesterday on Voyager waited for them. The royal purple robes and sculpted headdress were even more flamboyant in reality. At least before, the view screen had muted the color.

"Salutations Captain Kathryn Janeway."

"Minister Tablaar. We appreciate your kindness."

Tablaar smiled, "Yours is an incredible story. For such a cause we are happy to help. But come, his Royal Highness waits anxiously to meet you."

Tom and one of the guards remained at the shuttle. He nervously fingered his phaser as he watched the captain and her escort board a land cruiser.

Tom had noted that security at the space port was tight--many of the security-measures only visible from the air. They seemed a bit extreme...Wicked looking fences--and that mound of earth to his left looked like a bunker. "We should be secure here."

"Yes, sir."

"Tom." He corrected the young ensign. "Ensign, we're stuck here together, call me Tom. I hope you like cards."

"Walter, sir...Tom." A knowing grin spread across the security guard's face. "And yes I play."

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Kathryn waited patiently for the great door to open. Opulent was a poor description of the royal palace. She glanced at the security ensign--the young woman had spoken only a few words to the Captain on the entire trip. Janeway studied the darker woman--she was carefully analyzing everything around them. Tuvok had done too good a job in training his staff, the captain thought proudly.

She started tapping her foot while she studied another portrait. For fifteen minutes they had been waiting in a gilded hall and all Kathryn had found to do was look at the artwork.

There was a reverberating groan that Kathryn recognized as the heavy door opening. She turned to find Minister Tablaar waiting for her. As she walked with him into the throne room, she noted that the palace guards barely acknowledged their presence.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Maakar. May I present Captain Kathryn Janeway of the starship Voyager." Tablaar bowed.

"Welcome to Loliaar." The prince was sitting in a large chair that dwarfed even his corpulence. Prince Maakar frowned slightly--his staring vacantly at the far wall--then again he focused his attention on Tablaar. "Please make sure our guests have everything they need. Or want."

"Thank-you your highness," Kathryn said smiling. With his permission, Voyager would no be able to gather much need materials and supplies.

Maakar raised a hand, "I am to take a tour of Tere Pinar tomorrow. I would be honored if you would join me. It is a small price to pay for our generosity." He waved his hand lazily toward Tablaar. "Minister Tablaar will arrange the details." He motioned for them to leave.

Tablaar bowed and frowned slightly when Kathryn just nodded her head. *Visitors,* he thought.

When the door closed, he smiled at her then looked around the room. "His Royal Highness very rarely invites Visitors to accompany him. He is most pleased. I will send the details of the trip to your ship." He nodded toward the security guard. "His Royal Highness will not be upset if you chose to bring a security escort or if ship's business keeps you from accompanying him."

"It would be an honor." Janeway controlled the urge to groan.

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Janeway leaned back in her tub and closed her eyes--her mind rehashing the events of the day. She frowned as she thought what a day with the prince would be like. *For the good of the ship,* she would accompany him. Didn't mean she would like it. She would have to send Chakotay with B'Elanna to examine the mines. "Business before pleasure," she mumbled. She had looked forward to exploring the mines--it had been a while since she had seen anything resembling a cave. She slid down, until the water was just below her chin.

The doorchime interrupted her thoughts. "Come in."

"Captain?" Chakotay asked from her living quarters.

"Damn. I forgot. Give me a minute."

"I can come back."

"No that's okay." She climbed out of the tub and quickly dried off. "I want to get the assignments done."

Chakotay smiled as he listened to the splashing water. His smile deepened as he closed his eyes and imagined the water dripping off her...He closed his eyes tighter and clenched his fists around the two PADDs he was carrying--as he struggled to bring his errant thoughts back to the mundane task of assigning work crews.

"Chakotay?" She asked quietly while waving a hand in front of his face. "You there?"

"Uhh...Yes. Captain." He thrust a PADD at her. "B'Elanna and I completed the assignments for the mining teams." He closed his eyes again. She was wearing the coral robe and it was very obvious there was nothing under it.

She smiled slightly. "Good. Restocking our mineral stores is an important part of this mission." She looked at him, a puzzled look on her face. "Are you all right, Chakotay?"

"Yea, ummm...fine." He walked over to the replicator. "Would you like some coffee...Or something."

"No thanks." She glanced down at the PADD. "What is this?"

"The team assignments...Oh and Marcie's report...."

"Marcie?"

"Lieutenant Johansen...She was with you at the palace."

"Yes..." Kathryn furrowed her brow in concentration, one of the Maquis...Former Maquis. Chakotay had recommended her to Tuvok. She had an art history background. She quickly glanced at the report. "She mustn't have many opportunities to write a critical review of art..." She laughed at some of the descriptions. "Very observant young woman. I missed the chipped paint and flaking gold leaf."

Chakotay nodded as he handed her the cup of tea. "Very quiet too."

"I noticed. Interesting analysis. And all from one hall..."

Chakotay shrugged, "We aren't here to discuss the financial stability of the Loliaar system..."

"They have been pretty generous...Hmm. Have Tuvok assign extra security to the away-teams." She found the assignment list. "This is getting complicated. How is engineering coming with the transporters?"

The commander shook his head. "The solar storms are causing to much ionization in the atmosphere. Engineering's been able to adapt communications and the shields--but using the transporters is too risky."

She glanced up from the PADD, "Work with Tom to co-ordinate a shuttle schedule." Again she noticed his peculiar expression and became aware that she was conducting the meeting in her robe. She blushed slightly at the thought. Chakotay quickly lowered his eyes and looked thoughtfully at the second PADD.

Kathryn pulled the gown at the neck, more out of nervousness than to hide anything. She worked to control her breathing before continuing. "This trip with Maakar alters tomorrow's plans." Her face showed her unhappiness with the situation. "You will go to the mines with B'Elanna." She reached down and exchanged the PADD in her hand with the one on her desk. "This is the itinerary for tomorrow's trip."

Chakotay took it without looking at her. A quick glance through, then he spoke. "Tuvok won't like this. Tere Pinar...Seems a strange place to take a guest."

She shrugged. "It's the center of their agriculture...I suppose he wants to show off. I've ordered a complete sensor scan of the area--assuming the sensors work." She laughed. "You're right--he didn't like it."

He chuckled, "Neelix is putting together a team to gather food supplies..." He smiled slightly at the thought.

"His cooking isn't that bad...I've had worse..."

"It has improved. As long as nothing on that planet resembles leola root, we'll be fine."

She grimaced at that thought as she handed him back the PADD. "Keep me informed of any changes. And Commander..." She reached out and touched his hand. She blushed as she pulled it back quickly. "See what can be arranged for the crew to get even a few hours of shore leave."

"Yes, Captain. And you?"

She shook her head, "Consider this trip to Tere Pinar my R and R..."

"Kath...Yes Captain." He'd arrange something quietly, possibly at the end of their stay.

"I was thinking that this would be a good opportunity for Seven to come with me." She smiled as she remembered Tuvok's reaction to her suggestion. Chakotay's reaction was pretty good too--and it did change the subject to something much less dangerous. She shrugged. "She needs to become involved in all aspects of Voyager. And this is an excellent opportunity..."

Chakotay wasn't sure. He no longer distrusted the former-Borg...But there were times when her naivete was just as dangerous. "While I agree that she does need to become more involved in the daily operations of the ship, I'm not so sure a diplomatic mission is such a good idea."

Kathryn snorted, "This is the perfect one. We've already completed negotiations."

Chakotay frowned slightly, "At least take another security officer..."

"It's a trip to a farm...Oh, all right." She stifled a yawn. "I'm sorry, but Chakotay you worry too much."

"As First Officer it is my job to keep the captain out of danger..."

She shook her head, but didn't ask if that was the only reason.

He handed her the PADD with her itinerary. "Good night Kathryn. You need to get some sleep." And he needed to leave.

"You too." She didn't have a tight grip on the PADD when he let go. It clattered on the carpeted floor. They both bent down to pick the wayward PADD up, bumping their heads.

"Sorry," they both said simultaneously. Kathryn rubbed where his head had bumped hers as she leaned down to pick it. The commander didn't move.

Chakotay closed his eyes quickly, when she had bent down her robe opened just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage...Kathryn looked up and saw his flushed face and pulled the gown tighter. She could feel her body heat up in embarrassment. *The best thing is to pretend nothing happened,* she thought. She moved a few steps away from him. "Thanks for the reports, Commander," she said quickly.

"Uhh. Yes, the reports. You're welcome. Good night Kathryn...Captain." He retreated quickly.

Kathryn watched him leave, then mentally reprimanded herself for wondering...

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B'Elanna smiled at Chakotay as they entered another passageway. "I know the Captain was looking forward to this expedition." She stopped to inspect the framework. The Loliaaran mines were quite extensive, but there was no sign of recent activity at this one...B'Elanna didn't have time to contemplate that situation as she noted another vein rich in one of the minerals on her list.

"She was really looking forward to spending the day with the Loliaaran prince," Chakotay said with a straight face. He was inspecting a cross beam.

B'Elanna winked at him. "Well, now you'll just have to give her a report about crawling through the mines. The mine seems safe enough." She looked around the darkened tunnels--the only light coming from their wrist lights. "Curious, that the Loliaarans aren't mining the minerals themselves."

Chakotay smiled slightly as he crawled passed her. "Who knows B'Elanna. They may have a better source."

"True." She stopped crawling to examine the rock and again shrugged. It wouldn't take long to extract what they needed from this mine.

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Kathryn looked at Seven, then out the window of the land cruiser. It was very beautiful countryside...She'd asked the pilot to slow down so she could enjoy it...But he had steadfastly ignored her. Like the others in the Loliaaran military, he was in muted browns and greens. In sharp contrast to Minister Tablaar who was again wearing brilliant purple, though today his headdress was not as tall. Kathryn smiled slightly--the poor man obviously did not like to travel. Then there was the prince--he'd greeted them that morning wearing a very orange outfit that contrasted with the Loliaaran's natural slightly-green coloration. He and his entourage (possibly harem, Janeway thought) had boarded the other cruiser.

She looked out the window as they were passing another village. Small, typical of many poor agrarian communities throughout the galaxy. She looked over at Seven again. The young woman had been standing in the same spot for the whole trip.

Kathryn had tried several times to talk with the minister...but his stomach problems kept him in the restroom most of the time. She noticed him move in that direction again. Some people were just not meant to travel...

The terrain was changing to more hilly, thicker forests. She looked at Seven then at the security officer, Ensign Menat Tenno. This did not resemble an agricultural region...All three quietly checked their phasers just as the cruiser circled a small lake.

Kathryn moved toward the front to ask the pilot what was happening, Seven followed. She was opening the door to the cockpit, when the cruiser shuddered and a loud noise filled the hull. Flames erupted from the back and quickly engulfed the ship.

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Chakotay stretched as he and B'Elanna reached the end of the narrow tunnel. "You did that on purpose," he said accusingly, standing up for the first time in a couple of hours.

She looked startled, "What?"

"Dragging me through the smallest crawlspaces," the smile that played across his lips, betrayed his teasing.

B'Elanna shook her head. "You're right. I was trying to get you stuck in one." She laughed. "Come on," She eyed his cavesuit appreciatively.

There was a shout from the far end of the larger chamber, and B'Elanna could see Tom running toward them. "Sir! It's about time..."

Chakotay and B'Elanna noticed his concerned expression. "Tom?" The commander said.

"The cruiser the Captain was on blew up. We've been trying to contact you for the past hour." He caught his breath and looked down. "The Loliaaran government wants to meet with you..."

Chakotay blanched. "Have Tuvok go to the accident site..."

"He's already there..."

"And tell the government, I will be..." He started walking toward the entrance, ignoring the shocked looks of the crew. "...there after I meet with Tuvok." Tom ran after him.

B'Elanna stood for several minutes before looking at her away team. "We found a vein of..." Hell...right now swinging a pick-ax at rocks sounded good.

Seven was aware of their approach before she saw them. She looked down at the prone form of the captain, then around the meadow she had dragged her too. The flames of the burning ship were no longer visible beyond the ridge. She looked back-up at the sky. The other cruiser had sped away before the cruiser had even crashed--considering everything, that was probably a good thing. She turned to face the intruders.

A Loliaaran stepped out from the bushes, carrying a large phaser-rifle at the ready. He pointed it at her. "Who are you?"

"My designation is Seven of Nine...of Voyager. What is yours?"

"Paquar." He motioned for the others to approach as he cautiously leaned over to examine the Captain. A young woman ran over and pulled her pack off.

Seven watched curiously as the young woman--obviously a doctor--examined the captain. "We need to get her back to camp." The doctor looked around and pointed to two of the larger aliens. "You'll have to carry her...gently." They stepped forward, Seven moved to stand between them and Janeway. "Don't worry, we mean no harm. I'm Ostre--I can treat her in camp."

"We should contact Voyager. They will come for us."

Ostre smiled. "Ah. The Visitor space ship. We've heard about you. Come, we may be able to do that from the camp."

Paquar motioned for silence, as two other Loliaarans joined the group. There was quiet whispering then he spoke to the rest. "We'd better be leaving, we have company."

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Tom circled the shuttle several times around the accident site before landing it next to the other shuttle. Tuvok was waiting for them. Chakotay was out the shuttle before Tom even finished powering down the engines. "Commander, what happened? "

"We have not yet ascertained what happened."

Chakotay was walking over to burnt out hull. He touched one of the pieces--it was still hot. "Any sign of the Captain?" He asked quietly.

"We have only recovered five bodies, Ensign Tenno, Minister Tablaar and the Loliaaran flight crew." Tuvok glanced around the wreckage.

Chakotay stood looking at the ground. "Could she and Seven have survived?"

Tuvok was quiet for several seconds. "We have not detected any sign of them. I sent Lieutenant Johansen and Ensign Kim to examine the surrounding country. Sir." Chakotay looked at him. "The Loliaarans have not been co-operative."

Chakotay clinched his fists, then relaxed. "I believe Maakar was suppose to have accompanied them."

"He was in another cruiser. They apparently returned to the city after the explosion."

Chakotay looked shocked, "They didn't even stay to see if there were survivors???"

"No. Commander. They did not tell us about the explosion until an hour ago. I have ascertained that the explosion happened at least three hours before that."

"Keep me informed. Tuvok," he lowered his voice to a whisper. "Do what it takes to conduct your own investigation."

"Of course, Commander." Tuvok slowly looked around. "We have detected signs that this was not an accident."

Chakotay shook his head. *What the hell is happening?* With a sigh, he made one last survey, "I am supposed to meet with government officials." He paused, "Double security with the away teams."

"I have already done that. I have also taken the liberty of limiting the number of teams to three. Neelix's, B'Elanna's, and mine." Tuvok motioned for one of his security guards to join him. "I am assigning Ensign Walter Torm to your team."

Chakotay nodded. "Very good. Tuvok, let me know the minute you have news about Kathryn...the Captain..."

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Chakotay controlled his urge to strangle the nearest official. He instead concentrated on the cornucopia of exotic fruits on the table. "I would like to know what you are doing to find them," He repeated with a growl.

"Commander Chakotay, I'm sure you are aware that such investigations can take time...And we may never know for sure what happened." The Loliaaran official replied.

"I realize that...We would like to send in a search team to try to locate Captain Janeway and our missing crewmember."

Chakotay watched as the stocky Loliaaran general--who had been silent during the proceedings--moved then stood. "That is impossible. We cannot guarantee their safety. What I'm about to tell you cannot leave this room. But we suspect that this was another failed assassination attempt on Prince Maakar's life. We are terribly sorry about your captain and crew...We will be sending troops into the area to find the assassins and punish them." She looked at Chakotay, carefully studying his reaction.

"We'll worry about our own security." He was tempted to mention that Loliaaran security so far hadn't been very impressive.

General Ajtra shook her head. "Your team would be in our way. We will be proceeding into the area in 47 hours."

"Then let me ask Prince Maakar," Chakotay insisted.

Another Loliaaran spoke up, "His Royal Highness was so distraught by this whole affair that he has gone to bed and is not to be disturbed."

Chakotay clenched his fists and counted to ten. "Then thank-you for your co-operation." He hoped the sarcasm wasn't lost on them. He turned and stormed out of the room.

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Kathryn was aware of someone groaning--whoever they were, it was obvious they were in pain. She coughed as awareness returned--everything hurt--the person in pain was herself. Her eyes couldn't focus...except for hazy images.

"Captain?" A voice said.

She concentrated on focusing on the speaker. "Seven? What happened?"

"There was an explosion on the land cruiser--I was able to pull you out, but not before you were damaged." The former Borg's face showed signs of burns, and her clothes were scorched.

"How are you?" Kathryn whispered as she coughed some more.

"I suffered minor damage, but remain fully functional."

"The others?"

"I do not know. I could not return to the ship."

"Oh." Janeway tried to move her head to see where they were. She moaned as the pain again threatened to overwhelm her. "Where are we?"

"Perhaps I can answer that," another voice said. "I'm Doctor Ostre." Janeway could barely make out a Loliaaran. "Welcome back to consciousness." The female doctor leaned over, "You have suffered some serious burns...Those I can treat--in fact most have already started to respond to treatment. It's the damage to your lungs and the concussion that I'm worried about."

Janeway's vision blurred as she tried to make out the features of the Doctor and reached for her comm-badge. "Contact my ship..."

"I'm afraid," another voice said--a low male voice. "That's impossible. You see Captain, you are our prisoner." The tall Loliaaran nodded to the Doctor. "Do what you can for her, she is more valuable alive..." Durem smiled slightly as he left the medical tent: now if her people would co-operate.

His tactical officer, Paquar waited for him outside, "General. The Visitors have been assisting with the investigation. My contact says its pretty obvious neither group trusts the other."

Durem nodded, then grinned. "We'll let them worry a few days, learn just how untrustworthy our *government* is...then contact them." He motioned for another Loliaaran to join them. "Marya, I want guards posted around this tent. If either leave without permission...Shoot them."

"General," Paquar started to say. "The one--the Visitor leader, will she survive?"

Durem shrugged. "She is worth more to us alive." He looked at Paquar. "That was a fortuitous encounter this morning. I am pleased with the results--even if Prince Maakar survived."

"Thank-you sir." Paquar nodded. Always there was something wrong--Durem was always finding fault...He started to enter the tent, but Durem stopped him. "You can see your girlfriend later. The Doctor is busy. Get some sleep. We will need to move before dawn."

Paquar nodded. While it had been many days since he'd seen Ostre, he did need to sleep.

Durem smiled as he watched the young man leave. With the Visitor technology they could finally complete the dream of freeing the people from a corrupt government. He glanced back at the tent--nothing would stand in their way.

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Tom looked alarmed at the gleam in the Commander's eyes as he boarded the shuttle. "Get us the hell out of this place," the commander said with a deadly quiet. "Are communications working?"

"Intermittently," Tom replied as he started the take-off procedures, casting a silent plea of inquiry to Ensign Torm. The Ensign just shook his head. He'd been outside for the entire meeting. "We can communicate with the away-teams, but won't be able to communicate with..." Tom was cut off as Chakotay contacted the Vulcan security officer.

"Chakotay to Commander Tuvok," the angry man said.

"Tuvok here, Sir?"

"Any sign of the Captain?"

"We've found evidence that she and Seven made it off the cruiser--but the evidence suggests that they were taken away from here. It will soon be too dark to continue the search."

"Very good, evacuate all away teams back to Voyager. Senior staff meeting in two hours."

Chakotay fell silent at the close of the conversation. His thoughts in turmoil. Sitting on the shuttle he felt helpless...He stood and started to pace the narrow confines of the shuttle.

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B'Elanna looked at Tom, reached over and touched his hand. "Tom?"

He looked at the bowl of soup. "He's taking it badly. He spent the trip pacing." Pushing the bowl away he ran his hand through his hair. "You?"

She shook her head. "I spent the day hitting rocks. Come, staff meeting in five minutes."

Tom simply nodded, as he again looked at the soup. He wasn't hungry he decided as he pushed the bowl away.

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Chakotay looked around the briefing room with a solemn expression. He nodded toward Tuvok, but didn't sit down. He was feeling too restless, he wanted to do more than sit here--more than listen.

There was a long pause, and Chakotay realized that Tuvok had finished his report. Fortunately he knew what the Vulcan had said. Chakotay looked at Harry, then B'Elanna. "Any chance of negating the affects of the ionization?"

B'Elanna shook her head. "It's communication with the planet that's the problem. We can use a shuttle to relay messages. Slow, but better than nothing."

"The same is true with the scans, sir," Harry added. "Apparently the Loliaarans have minimal space craft...They shouldn't be an obstacle. As to the search, tricorders will only be effective over a short distance."

"Paris, I want you to take a team to the cruiser and start searching from there. Tuvok...Re-examine the wreckage, something's not right. Keep contact with the Loliaaran military and investigators to a minimum. I'll try to talk with General Ajtra again in the morning. Dismissed."

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Ostre smiled as her patient opened her eyes. "How are you feeling?"

Kathryn looked around the tent noting that Seven was asleep on another cot. She reached-up to rub her forehead. "Voyager?" She reached for her comm-badge, noting that it was improperly attached to the cream-colored robe she was wearing.

"We've not been able to communicate with your ship," Ostre was glad that was true...She was a lousy liar. She didn't add that Durem hadn't wanted the ship contacted yet.

"Oh." Janeway closed her eyes. "I feel awful." She coughed.

"That's understandable." Ostre looked at her equipment, and frowned.

"Is something wrong?" Kathryn asked struggling to sit up.

"No, nothing." The Doctor placed her hands on the Captain's shoulders and gently kept her in a prone position. "I need you to rest."

Janeway reluctantly stopped moving. "At least tell me who you are." The young female Loliaaran looked familiar, she thought.

"I'm Dr. Ostre."

"I'm..."

"Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. We know who you are." She ran a device over the Captain's right shoulder. "This might tickle."

"Who's we?" She groaned slightly, then coughed again.

"The Loliaaran Freedom Movement. Now, stop talking. Your lungs were damaged in the explosion." She picked up something, and before Janeway could ask the Doctor injected her arm. "It's a sedative. Your body needs to rest." She waited several seconds until she was positive the alien woman was asleep then nodded toward the corner.

"Hello," Paquar said as he embraced her.

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Chakotay kicked the small rock again--he'd wasted the whole bloody morning talking with minor bureaucrats and being promised that so-and-so would see him soon. After waiting several hours trying to see any of the Loliaaran officials, he had walked out of the palace. Right now patience wasn't one of his strengths. He had just started walking through the streets...Ensign Torm hard on his heels. The commander stopped as they entered a crowded bazaar. He looked around, then at Torm. "Is he still following us?"

Torm smiled slightly. "Yes sir. *She's* over looking at the pink vegetables."

Chakotay snorted, "They won't speak to us, but they send a spy to tail us."

"Not a very good one...I don't think she's a government spy...But I suspect they have been tailing us too." He picked up a small ceramic object and pretended to study it. "Over by the rugs. He's the third one since leaving the palace." Walter Torm laughed at Chakotay's puzzled face. "I was in covert operations for two years." He put down the object and looked at another. "The woman looks pretty nervous." He handed a small vase to the Commander.

Chakotay studied the vase, smiling at the predatory gleam in the merchant's face. "We'll split up, I want you to contact her. See what she wants..."

Torm nodded. "Start looking at the various booths. We should split at the corner...You go to the right, I'll go left...Sir." He smiled a bit in embarrassment.

The two men walked slowly, stopping every few booths to look at the merchandise. At the corner they split. The woman didn't hesitate as she continued to follow Chakotay, but the other spy paused then also followed the commander.

Walter Torm smiled and shook his head. Lousy technique. He spent several minutes going in the opposite direction--until he was satisfied that no one was tailing him. Then he turned.

Torm smiled, the woman was so intent on following Chakotay that she hadn't noticed him. He moved to stand beside her and whispered, "We need to talk."

She jumped slightly, then turned to look at Torm. "I should have realized..."

Torm glanced around, the other tail was moving ahead, oblivious to him. "Why are you following us?"

She glanced around nervously. "I was hoping you would help me...My husband was executed yesterday...The military is looking for my children and me."

"Ma'am?" The blond ensign asked.

"Minister Tablaar. We had no warning..."

Torm was confused..."Tablaar, wasn't he killed in the explosion that..."

She snorted. "Yes...Except don't believe what the government tells you. Maakar was not on the other cruiser. He never leaves the palace..." She added in a conspiratorial whisper, "He's not allowed to."

"And Captain Janeway?"

"She was convenient. They hope that you will aide them in destroying the Loliaaran Freedom Movement." The woman glanced around nervously.

"Why are you telling me this?" Walter Torm asked suspiciously.

"I don't want you helping the government," she snorted angrily. "Before you ask, I don't know where your Captain is..." She looked about nervously. "My family and I are fleeing the city tonight. Wish us luck. The government is merciless with even suspected traitors." She turned and walked away.

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"Seven?" Kathryn called. Her voice was hoarse, but she didn't cough from speaking.

"Captain." The young woman was immediately by her side.

"I want you to escape, find help."

"That would not be advisable. We are in a mountain valley..." There was a pause. "And I do not know where to go."

Kathryn sighed. Sometimes ex-Borg could be so exasperating. "They've let you walk around. What have you found out?"

"They are well supplied with second-rate weaponry, but have no air support. There is a communications station. I only glanced at it..." Kathryn weakly motioned for silence as the tent flap opened.

"Good morning, Captain..." Durem ignored Seven. "So," he hissed. "What is the going rate for Captains these days?"

Janeway coughed slightly as she started to talk. "It is against Federation policy to negotiate..."

"Federation...smederation." He laughed wickedly. "My sources tell me your Federation is far away. Your crew...What will they pay for your return?" He waved off her objections. "They have also discovered what the government will do to us--and you--if we are discovered." He laughed again. "So don't think the government is going to rescue you either. They destroyed one of their few remaining land cruisers...It must have been our lucky day that you survived." He turned quickly as Doctor Ostre entered. "Good morning Doctor."

"Please let her rest..."

Durem continued to smile as he started to leave. At the tent entrance he turned. "We'll talk again. Captain, Doctor..." He stared at Seven. Her history confused him...So did her blatant sexuality. Usually when a woman flaunted herself like that, it was to deliberately advertise. From what he had heard, she had no clue about her affect on the males...It was just as well that he would be sending her away this afternoon--before trouble happened.

Ostre stared at the entrance, then turned to her patient. "What did he want?" She asked as she started her examination.

"Nothing he is going to get. My crew won't negotiate for our release."

"Hmm. Good." The doctor wasn't paying much attention, Janeway noted with a wry smile. It must be a universal trait of physicians through-out the galaxy.

"How did you become involved?" The captain coughed.

Ostre frowned. "Me?" There was a long pause as she continued her examination. "Five years ago after I graduated from the university...I was young, foolish, naive. I turned down offers to work in a prestigious hospital in favor of working in my ancestral village." She opened another device and placed it on the Captain's abdomen. "Breath deeply." She was watching the displays as she continued to speak. "I suggested to the local royal representative that the tithes collected would be better put to use if they were used to buy fertilizer, better seed..." She stopped speaking to wipe her forehead. "Within two days I was quietly informed that an arrest warrant had been issued." Ostre looked at the ceiling.

"Prisoners are never heard of again...I knew some members of the local Loliaaran Freedom Movement, they smuggled me out of the village...I've been with the movement ever since." She laughed sadly. "Ironic. I had not cared about politics...All I wanted was to improve the lives of my patients. Now I treat battle injuries...I can't even help the villages we pass by. If the government learned I had treated even one villager...the entire village would be destroyed. My Hokaar is troubled that I cannot do more for the misery we pass...And that which my friends have inflicted..." There was a long silence.

"But I am also driven by a more primal need. Revenge. Three years ago, my parents and older brother disappeared. Their only crime...being related to me. I have not communicated with any of my family--to do so would place them in serious jeopardy."

Janeway studied the young doctor throughout her story. A common enough story--especially on her ship. "Hokaar?"

Ostre looked at her, "Shh. Breathe deeply. Just a few more seconds. Hokaar. It is our spirit, our honor. Hokaar and war do not mix. But we try..." She added usually under her breath. "Done." She picked up the device and studied the data. Her face was a mask as she closed it up and put it away. "We're moving camp again this afternoon."

"Where?"

Ostre smiled, "I'm just a doctor--I'll find out when we get there. Now, Captain. Your lungs are not healing as well as I would like." She leaned down and whispered. "They are sending your friend back..."

"Back where," Kathryn gasped, before she started coughing again.

"To your ship, she'll deliver the ransom request. With even some of your weapons technology..."

"They won't deal..." She was really coughing now.

The Doctor smiled sadly. "Try convincing Durem of that...He believes what his spy tells him. Now, you need to stop talking. Shhh."

Kathryn felt the sting when the doctor injected her. She muttered something before falling asleep.

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"Commander," Harry's voice said.

Chakotay lifted his eyes from the PADD and frowned. Rubbing his eyes he sat up. "What's up?"

"General Ajtra is insisting that she be allowed to speak with you. I'm sending the message to the ready room, sir."

"Thank-you Harry." Chakotay looked at the blinking light on the terminal. He flicked the switch, wondering what the general found so bloody important now. "General Ajtra."

"Commander Chakotay," her tone was harsh. "It has come to my attention that one of your officers was consorting with a enemy of the people."

Chakotay's eyes narrowed, "Ensign Torm has informed me. We have no intention of helping anybody in any war you might have...Our primary concern is finding our Captain and Seven."

The general looked at him for a second. "I am pleased to hear that. These rebel-malcontents are ruining our economy. We have found evidence that the shuttle was shot down by a rebel missile. We believe that your captain was captured by these same terrorists."

Chakotay looked up, "You know where they are?"

The general shook her head and said, "If we did, they would be dead. Please keep us informed..." The screen went blank.

Chakotay muttered something, then tapped his comm-badge. "Tuvok, report to the ready-room."

The Vulcan entered seconds later, "Commander?"

"Have the Loliaaran Investigators even hinted that they would share information?" He stood as he swiveled the terminal.

"No, sir. They have not. Has something happened?"

Chakotay ordered the computer to replay the message. When it was completed Tuvok quirked an eyebrow.

Chakotay walked to the replicator, changed his mind and walked back to the desk. "We'll need to work covertly." He handed Tuvok a PADD. "Ensign Torm had an interesting encounter. I was just reading the report..." It hadn't taken the Loliaarans more than four hours to learn of the contact.

Tuvok looked up when he finished. "Fascinating."

"Have a team re-examine the explosion. And I want to widen the search...Use shuttles." He glanced at the terminal, then back at the Vulcan. "Tell the Loliaaran investigators nothing...Let them think we're bumbling idiots--anything...Just find them first."

Tuvok only nodded. Any indication of his opinion about this newest development didn't appear on his face. "The search teams will be returning to the ship in two hours. They have, at last report, found nothing."

"Dismissed." Chakotay sat down heavily in the chair as he picked up the engineering report on the interference.

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B'Elanna kicked a small stone, getting some satisfaction from listening to it tumble down the ravine wall. She glanced at the tricorder, hoping it would work now--or she might be tempted to send it after the stone.

"Calm down," Tom whispered. He'd been watching her for several minutes.

"You should be concentrating on our search..."

"There I have to agree with you...A pair of bloodhounds about now might be very useful."

She threw him a wicked look, "For what? To slobber all over you?"

Tom laughed, "To aid in our search. They used to be used to search for people. They smell real well...With their noses, Be..."

She smiled at him...She had been about to make a crack about the smell. "It's so...primitive."

Tom shrugged. "Right now our technology isn't so hot..." He looked back down the trail...

"What is it?"

"I thought I saw something move." He froze, "Spirits...B'Elanna, look." He pointed.

B'Elanna looked toward the approaching Seven, then back at her tricorder. "She appears in the scans now, but not minutes ago..."

Tom waved, there was no one else showing up in the sensor scans.

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Chakotay looked up from the console when Lieutenant Paris contacted him. "Commander, we've found Seven." The message came from a shuttle.

He swore quietly to himself. There had been several large solar flares--and communications with the planet had again been disrupted. There was one silver lining--he couldn't be contacted by the asses who ran the government. Each team had been assigned a shuttle...The only way ground crews could receive or send a message was to take a shuttle and leave the planet's atmosphere. A real pain...

Chakotay responded to the message. "Any sign of the Captain?"

"No sir. Apparently the rebels are holding the Captain hostage. Seven has a ransom message for you from the rebel leader."

Chakotay swore under his breath. "Find Commander Tuvok...And then return to the ship..."

"Yes sir. We'll be in docking in fifteen minutes."

There was no way he could pay a ransom for the Captain...She'd be furious, but he also couldn't leave her...Crew morale would crash if something happened to her...His included.

He turned his head. "Mr. Kim, any progress on re-establishing communication?"

"No sir." Harry grimaced. "There will be interference due to the atmospheric ionization for several more hours." Unless there was another solar flare anytime soon...A very probable event--considering the amount of activity. The young ensign returned to his fussing.

Chakotay returned his attention to the report from stellar. They had been trying to predict the flares--so far with no success. Outside of communications and transporters, Voyager and the shuttles were in no danger--they had about fifteen minutes after such an event to prepare. The problems were caused by the ionization of the planet's atmosphere. Even on the ground, communications and sensors were minimal.

Chapter 3

Kathryn woke and looked around. The jarring movement and cold air...Some stars...a strange glow. She struggled to sit up.

"Lie still," a voice said. In the darkness, she didn't recognize the speaker. The young male Loliaaran smiled at her. He whistled and the cart she was in came to a halt.

Dr. Ostre appeared at her right. "Captain," she said.

Kathryn frowned slightly, "What's happening?" she asked

"We're moving camp. You're lucky Durem agreed to the cart. I suspect we'll abandon it soon. Rest--enjoy the lights." Ostre glanced upward quickly to watch the night sky shimmer as yellow and green lights danced above them. She sighed as she motioned for them to continue. She didn't have time to enjoy the lights.

Kathryn smiled. "An aurora. Where's Seven?" She asked.

Ostre frowned, "No talking. She was returned to your ship. Durem said we would arrange to contact them in two days." The cart lurched forward. "We should be at our new camp soon." The Doctor glanced quickly at the sky, briefly wondering where this woman's ship was. She'd heard the intelligence reports just before they had departed. Both the government and her crew were looking for the Captain. They had also learned that Minister Tablaar's wife had been killed--no one knew about her children. Too many people, she thought sadly, too much destruction. And all Tablaar had wanted was for the government to talk...

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Harry looked at the ceiling, a stunned silence had settled over the senior staff when Seven had revealed her message. No one looked at the commander.

Chakotay stood and moved to the terminal. He pulled up a display of the planet. "We have two days to find her...Mr. Tuvok, I want you and a team to go with Seven. Maybe she can find her way back to the camp."

"They were moving," Seven stated calmly.

The commander shrugged. "It's a starting point. Seven?

The young woman looked at him. "Commander?"

"The Captain, how is she?"

"She suffered damage in the explosion. They have a doctor treating her." Seven cocked her head, "Sir, why did the other cruiser fire on ours?"

Another stunned silence settled on the group.

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The morning sky was starting to brighten as Tom glanced around. They were starting where they had found Seven. He rechecked his equipment, then looked at his five member team. A final check on the now working comm-badges and the shuttle took off to maintain aerial surveillance. There were a few Loliaarans in the area--mostly farmers. Tom sighed, no sign of the Loliaaran military. "B'Elanna?"

She looked up from the rock she had been examining. "I'm fine Fly boy..."

Seven stopped and turned. "I came this way." She walked swiftly up a path. Too swiftly, Tom realized with a curse as he ordered everyone to follow him.

The walked in silence for fifteen minutes. As they entered a pine-like forest, Seven stopped and cocked her head. "This is where they removed my blindfold." She looked around and smiled. "This way." Again she took off at a rapid pace.

"Seven, wait-up." Tom ran after her. "How do you know?"

"This is the only trail--and we were on a trail..."

How she managed that superior look, Tom didn't bother to ask. "Hurry up," he called out to the others. "Seven, you need to go slower."

"Slower is inefficient..."

Tom groaned quietly--he should have known that would be her answer. "For us mere mortals it is very efficient. Anyway we need to scan the area. See if we find clues to where they were going."

"Speed is important..."

They had come to a small stream, that stopped as Seven studied her surroundings. "We walked along the stream--that way." She started picking her way through a narrow trail surrounded by brambles.

B'Elanna looked at Tom, "I hope she knows where she's going."

Tom smiled. "She seems confident enough." They took off after her.

It only took less than two hours for them to arrive at a clearing. Seven stopped and cocked her head. "They have left." The other members of the team quickly started surveying the area, while Tom contacted the shuttle.

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Kathryn was sitting, a pleasant change from her usual lying position. Her body didn't hurt as it had the previous couple of days. At least she thought it had only been a couple of days. She had been sedated so much she'd lost track of the time. She glanced at Ostre, then back at the gruel. "What time is it?"

"The sun has just risen." Ostre replied smiling. "Our food isn't much..." She'd noticed the captain's grimace. "But one becomes used to it." She laughed quietly at what must have been an inside joke, Janeway realized.

"How long have I been here?"

"This is the fourth day. Durem will arrange to contact your crew. They are looking for you as we speak. The military is looking for us..." A dark frown appeared on Ostre's face that turned to a smile when there was a grunt from the tent entrance. "Paquar."

"Hello," He smiled at the doctor. "Durem is in a bad mood this morning."

"What else is new," Ostre muttered as she continued to clean equipment. "A brackle is friendlier than he is these days."

Paquar shrugged, "Just a word to the wise--avoid him." There were sounds of shouting outside. "See." He put his arms around the doctor.

"His Hokaar has left him," Ostre grumbled. "He cannot find satisfaction in anything."

"He's been like this for three turns of the moons. Ever since his wife was killed."

"He shouldn't be in command..."

"Shhh." Paquar placed two fingers on her lips. "When he recovers, again he will lead us to victories..."

"You've been saying that for a month now...We can't wait. Meanwhile what about Kathryn?"

"He's angry with her too. She slowed us down too much..."

"Morning." Kathryn put the bowl down and interrupted the conversation. "Then maybe he should let me go."

Paquar laughed. "Try telling him that. He's upset that your ship is not begging him to take their weapons in exchange for your return."

It was Kathryn's turn to laugh. "Not bloody likely."

"His spy says that your Commander is very upset--Durem is convinced that this..." There was a sound outside the tent. The couple separated and Paquar changed the subject. "The usual sanitation concerns, doctor."

"I understand." Ostre didn't even look at the entrance when Durem entered.

"I thought I'd find you here," he glared at all three. "Paquar, you will contact the Voyager search team. Do not bring them here, until I send a message." He hit the tent causing it to shake as he exited.

"Be careful," Ostre whispered.

Paquar kissed her quickly, and left. Ostre stood there a second. "Do you get a queasy feeling whenever your loved one heads into danger?"

"Pardon?" Janeway asked.

"Chakotay--you've called his name several times in your sleep."

"He's just a friend," Kathryn stammered.

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Chakotay looked up when Tuvok entered the ready room. "Sir, Lieutenant Paris has reported they found the deserted camp. It was abandoned some time yesterday."

"Any sign of where they were headed?" Chakotay stood up. He was considering flying down to the planet and taking charge. He hated being cooped up on the ship.

"He reports they were following a trail toward the north."

"Are the sensors working?"

"Erratically is the term Lieutenant Torres used--for scanning space they work fine. The planet is another story."

"Any sign of the Loliaaran military?"

"No sir. And during the entire time since the incident we've not detected any air support. Seven said something in her debriefing of interest. One of the rebels mentioned that the cruiser that was blown up--was one of the few working ones."

There was a chirp, then Harry spoke, "Commander Chakotay, General Ajtra is requesting to speak with you."

Chakotay closed his eyes and wished he could say that he didn't want to speak with her. "Send the message to me in here." He motioned for Tuvok to remain. "General Ajtra?"

"Commander Chakotay, the Loliaaran Defense Council has authorized me to allow you to help with our investigations. If you would arrive at the Palace this evening our military leaders will negotiate the terms for including you..."

"Terms?" Chakotay bit his lip to keep from saying more.

"Of course," she continued calmly. "We will be offering you assistance in recovering your Captain--it is only fair..."

"General...We have...We thank you for your kind offer." *Spirits,* Chakotay thought, *I hope I sound more convincing than I feel.* "Federation policy on such incidences is very clear, avoid doing anything that will upset the balance of power..."

General Ajtra frowned, her eyes narrowed in obvious anger. Chakotay sighed. "Commander, if you won't be part of our investigation--then you will be treated as the enemy."

Chakotay closed his eyes. "General Ajtra, I'm sorry you feel that..."

She just stared at him, her voice icy. "We will consider your search teams as hostile..."

"Madam General--go to hell." He flicked a button and the screen went blank. And immediately groaned--well his actual sympathies were to have said something a bit more harsh. A grunt caused him to look up. He looked sheepishly at the Vulcan.

"That was possibly not a very diplomatic statement," Tuvok said calmly. "I will assign additional security to accompany the search teams."

"Have them avoid contact with any Loliaarans...If possible." And advise them that the Loliaaran military considers all Voyager personnel as hostile. I'll be joining them..." He raised a hand to stop Tuvok's protest. "In two hours. I'll be accompanied with extra security. Also advise all other teams to meet at that encampment."

"Sir," Tuvok cut in. "It is unwise for you to be on the planet..."

"Unwise yes, but I must do this." Chakotay concentrated his gaze on the Vulcan.

Tuvok didn't speak for a second, "Are you letting your personal feelings interfere with your judgment?"

Chakotay smiled, "I'm a pretty good tracker...Without sensors they will need someone who can find and follow a trail..." 'Hell yes,' didn't seem the *logical* answer to make at this point.

There was no answer to the logic, Tuvok realized, even though he knew better. He just quirked an eyebrow. "Very good, Commander."

"Dismissed." Chakotay wondered what the Vulcan's report would say.

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"A walk?" Kathryn sat up quickly and started to swing her legs over the edge of the cot.

Ostre laughed. "Slowly. Your..." She watched as Kathryn tried to stand on her wobbly legs.

Kathryn reached for a cart to support herself. "I can see why..." She grinned anyway. "But it still is nice to see the world from an upright position."

"Your muscles are weak. It shouldn't take them long to regain their strength." Ostre picked up a bundle and handed it to Janeway. "Here, you might feel more comfortable wearing these."

Kathryn smiled at the clothes. Plain and simple. "Thanks...no chance of getting my uniform back?"

Ostre shook her head as she turned away.

Kathryn again studied the clothes made from a light weight material. And obviously used--there were several well-stitched patches. She quickly slipped out of the robe and put on the clothes. "Ready, Doctor." She announced as she attached her comm-badge.

The Loliaaran Doctor nodded her head as she held out her hand. "We won't walk far."

Kathryn reached for the hand and took several steps. "Now I know what an infant feels..." She laughed. It really felt good to be up, even if she was only semi-mobile. "Can we go outside?"

Ostre looked at her suspiciously for a second, then nodded. "Of course. But I should warn you..." She opened the flap to the tent and Kathryn smiled at the feel of the sunshine on her face--despite the chilly air.

Ostre was aware that Kathryn was studying the terrain and the layout of the camp. She could also sense the Captain's disappointment.

Kathryn noted the surrounding forests and hills. Escape would be difficult--especially since she had no idea where she was.

Ostre smiled, "You wouldn't get far."

"That obvious?"

"Very." They walked toward a nearby tent. "You are doing well."

"Just stubborn. Or so I've been told."

Ostre laughed. "By this Chakotay?"

Kathryn blushed, "Him and others. Why do you ask about him?" She asked defensively.

"You talk about him a lot. You've called his name when you sleep...You said you were friends--do you want more and he doesn't?"

Kathryn stopped walking, her face blushed even deeper. "No...He wants...We're just friends."

Ostre muttered something Kathryn missed. "Well, this *friend* managed to insult the head of the Royal Military Forces. Or so I've heard."

Janeway closed her eyes and shook her head. She wanted to know what Chakotay had done. She smiled as very tantalizing methods to extract the information crossed her mind..."Stop it Kathryn." Such thoughts were hardly appropriate for her present situation. But, the images continued to play in her head.

"I think this is enough for today. You need to rest." Ostre guided her patient back to the medical tent.

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Tom looked around the lake. They would continue the search when the moon rose. The stars reflecting in the lake were peaceful and serene. Feelings that were not shared by Voyager's crew. He looked back toward the congregated teams. They were resting quietly--but there was a sense of expectancy. A quiet eeriness settled around the lake...a ghostly diffuse light appeared on the horizon--spreading to fill the sky.

A hand on his shoulder caused him to jump. Tom turned to face the interloper on his thoughts and smiled. "Hello B'Elanna."

She smiled in return. "You seem restless."

"I guess." He pointed upward. "An aurora."

"Not that surprising, considering the intense solar..."

Tom laughed gently. "I know the technical details--but I prefer to enjoy it without thinking about them." He took her hand. "Sit...The moon will be up soon enough."

They both sat down and watched as the lights intensified. A curtain of yellows and greens danced across the sky. The colors brightened quickly, reaching down to meet the reflection on the lake.

Several others from the team joined them, mesmerized by the rippling waves of light. They stood or sat there quietly watching...

A chirp interrupted the reverie. Chakotay looked at his tri-corder. "We have company. Defensive positions." The team quickly took positions as a bolt of blue-light hit a rock, sending pieces flying through the air. Several bolts crackled about them, Voyager's crew returned the fire.

Chakotay crawled over to B'Elanna. "Anything?"

"Fifteen to twenty. Damn tricorders. Hargreave will be here with the shuttle..." A blast from behind hit a small bush. It flamed up--providing light for both sides for about minute--then the flames died away. B'Elanna aimed her phaser and fired. She grunted as she glanced at the tri-corder. "There are several more." She looked puzzled. "Chakotay?" She showed him the tricorder.

He raised his eyebrows, "Friends?"

B'Elanna shrugged as she aimed at another source of a phaser blast. "Who knows," she muttered after she fired.

Chapter 4

Kathryn put the plate of food down, mentally promising herself that she would compliment Neelix on his cooking. The rebel food was ghastly. She'd been able to eat some of it before her body and mind rebelled against the taste and texture.

She listened carefully, she could hear distant voices and the nearer grumbling of the guard outside the entrance to her tent.

She tapped her communicator--still no response...She didn't know if they had disabled it--or if there was still too much interference.

She cursed quietly as she stood for the first time without assistance. Her legs were shaky and she used the furniture as support. She was very aware that she wasn't wearing shoes--the tent didn't have a floor--and the cold air was chilly.

The rebels didn't have much--the clothes she was wearing were neatly patched, she'd decided they belonged to Ostre. Even the weapons were in bad shape.

She closed her eyes and mentally remembered the layout of the camp. The medical tent was near the edge of the small encampment. There was a stream about 50 meters away, some trees further downstream...

She coughed slightly, and stopped moving when she heard steps outside the tent. She waited several seconds, but the guard didn't enter.

She didn't see any shoes in the tent. She continued with her mental debate on trying to escape.

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Tom noted in his peripheral vision that the moon was rising--and that the eerie glow in the night sky was still there. He didn't have time to enjoy the scenery as he fired toward a movement. A bolt of light hit the ground about a meter from him. He shifted his position behind the small boulder to fire on the source. A beam of light from his left hit near where he thought the Loliaaran was firing. A rustle from his right caused him to turn and look at the shrubbery.

"Don't shoot!" A voice whispered hoarsely.

"Now what," Tom muttered as he pointed his phaser at the sound.

"My friends and I are here to help," the voice continued.

"Oh really," Tom said sarcastically. So far the help on this planet had been so *useful.*

There was a laugh. "Offer assistance then. We've eliminated most of the Loliaaran soldiers. May I come talk?"

The stranger was right, Tom thought as he quickly looked around. The fire-fight was decreasing. "Approach slowly."

A Loliaaran appeared from behind the shrubbery. Immediately several blue bolts of light fired at him. "Do you mind if I crawl over?"

"Go ahead." Tom fired at the last remaining resistance, while keeping a watchful eye on the now crawling Loliaaran.

"Hello, I'm Paquar." The Loliaaran sat down beside Tom.

"I'm Lieutenant Paris of..."

"Of Voyager. We know. We have your Captain."

Tom quickly pointed the phaser at Paquar. "Where is she?"

"She's at our camp. She's doing well. Ostre expects her to recover completely...Ostre's our doctor." Paquar studied Tom, who was reluctant to lower his weapon. "We have a saying: don't kill the messenger before he delivers the message..."

Tom laughed and lowered his weapon, "We have a similar one. Thank-you for your help. Now, we would like to retrieve our Captain and be out of here..."

Paquar shook his head. "Durem wishes to trade..."

Tom shook his head, "Very unlikely."

"So Kathryn...your Captain has told him. Durem is a driven man." Paquar looked around. "I believe the last one has been captured."

Tom surveyed the battlefield. The other members of the away-team were starting to cautiously stand and examine the situation. It looked as if everybody was OK. "Commander, B'Elanna, over here!" He called out.

It didn't take long for the half-Klingon to be at his side. "Saved your ass again...Who are you?" She asked the Loliaaran suspiciously.

"A friend...sort-of. B'Elanna, Commander. This is Paquar...Our contact...She's fine by the way." He looked at B'Elanna and reached up to touch her forehead, "What happened to you?" He reached down to pick up his med-kit.

B'Elanna reached up and felt her ridges. She could feel the blood. "Must have hit my head," she said matter-of-factly. "It's nothing." That didn't stop Tom from pulling out the tissue regenerator and running it along the small tear.

Paquar watched fascinated, Ostre had some remarkable medical technology...But this Visitor's device was fascinating. And more useful than the weapons Durem wanted. He turned to face the Commander. "You are in charge?"

"Yes, you're here to take us to the Captain?"

Paquar shook his head. "My instructions are to wait. Durem will contact us. But I do recommend we move from here. There will be others to investigate." He whistled shrilly and six other Loliaarans appeared, marching nine prisoners in front of them.

Chakotay shouted out not to fire at the startled team then turned to speak to Paquar. "Yes we should move." He stared hard at Paquar. "We won't be trading for her..."

Paquar looked at the ground, "I know, but try telling that to Durem."

"Durem?" Chakotay asked.

"Our cell leader. Our life is hard. We constantly are moving--and the gains so little. Especially recently. But you wouldn't know about that..."

Chakotay smiled slightly, "More than you might think." He looked at Tom, "Get everybody ready to move out. And where the hell is Hargreave."

"The signal's not getting through," B'Elanna responded as she gathered her gear.

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Kathryn had decided to try to escape, when a noise caught her attention. She stood still as she recognized the sound. A shuttle--and there wasn't a damn thing she could do. She had no way of signaling it...She tried her comm-badge, hitting it several times--each time no response. The sound of the droning engine vanished. She hoped it would return.

There was a shout from somewhere and she could hear the sound of running feet approaching the tent. Escape was no longer an option.

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Chakotay walked over to the shuttle-pilot. "Lieutenant?" His tone was a low-deep growl.

B'Elanna to place an arm on his shoulder to remind him of where he was. "Chakotay..."

He raised his hand in acknowledgment of her silent request."

"Sir," Hargreave glanced at B'Elanna. "I was checking a comm-signal..."

"Kathryn?"

"I don't know sir, sensors were erratic...again." I did notice a small village. Are you all right sir?" Jonathan Hargreave looked nervously at the Commander.

"We're fine. B'Elanna???"

"I'll get on it. Chakotay, what about the prisoners?"

They all looked at Paquar. "They'll be released in a couple of days. We don't have the facilities to keep them and it is against Hokaar to kill them." The last part of the sentence was a bit louder--to quiet some of his team. He looked at Chakotay and continued sadly. "The government kills all rebels it captures...There is a growing movement within the Loliaaran Freedom Movement to retaliate and do the same." He turned to look at his second-in-command. "Provide them with some food. Have Savtra and Minra take the first watch. We'll leave in fifteen minutes." He looked at Chakotay.

"Sir," another Loliaaran ran over. "Savtra is not here."

Paquar stared hard at the speaker. "When was the last time anyone saw her?" His glance moved to the rest of the troops. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, before one spoke. "I saw her just after you went to speak with the Visitors."

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Kathryn was sitting on the cot when Durem stormed into the tent. "How did they find you?" He roared.

Kathryn shook her head. If they had found her, she wouldn't be here now--but Durem was in no condition to be reasoned with.

"I want to know how." He moved threateningly over her and grabbed her comm-badge. "It's this, isn't it...You signaled your spacecraft using this." He wrapped his hand about it tightly.

"Durem, what are you doing?" Ostre stepped into the tent. "Besides waking up everybody?"

He turned his fury on the doctor. "The Visitors know where she is..."

"Then why is she still here. And return her translator to her...she explained to me that is how she can communicate with us..."

Durem's answer was to storm out of the tent, Ostre heard him order more guards around the tent and the camp. She smiled sadly at Kathryn and shrugged.

Kathryn could only smile and shrug back. Without the translator she could only guess at what was happening. But she was pretty sure that Durem had ordered increased security--further ruining any hope of escape...Or trying to find a way to signal the shuttle when it returned. She was sure it would...

Ostre looked at her, and said something that Kathryn didn't understand. Kathryn looked puzzled then smiled when the doctor rested her head on her hands indicating that the captain should sleep.

Kathryn nodded, but didn't expect to sleep much. She wanted to find a way to signal the shuttle the next time. Ostre left as a guard entered. He silently placed himself by the exit.

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Chakotay swore quietly as the last report came in. Not only had one of Paquar's troops vanished, she had taken one of the prisoners with her. And he didn't think it was because of romance. No one had seen her for thirty minutes. He looked at Paquar--the usually-good-humored alien's face was angry. "We should go after them."

Paquar nodded, "We also need to warn Durem. Perhaps you can help. The soldiers will go for the camp first...There will be no survivors."

"Can you request help from another group?" Chakotay asked as he motioned Tom over.

"No," Paquar answered. "Communication between the various groups is severely lacking. Commander, we need to go, I'm sending most my squad after her..."

"Tom, take everybody except B'Elanna and Hargreave with you. Accompany the Loliaarans...Try to avoid contact with any of the government forces." He sighed slightly, "I'll accompany you to your camp...B'Elanna will come with us. Tom tell Hargreave that he is to inform Tuvok, then return to assist you."

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Tom slowed down and glanced around. They were coming to the edge of the canyon. About time, he thought. They'd been walking for two hours since leaving Chakotay and Paquar.

A movement to his left caused his attention to shift to a bush. A strange orange worm-like something was crawling up a small tree. He would have taken a reading with his tricorder, but the damn things weren't working again. Hargreave had said there'd been another solar flare.

"Kind-of reminds me of yesterday's breakfast," Walter Torm said.

Tom groaned as he turned to face the security officer, "This is classified. Whatever you do, DO NOT tell Neelix," he whispered, then turned around as Torm pointed toward the right.

The Loliaarans had stopped when their scout approached. Tom motioned for his team to wait and then watched as the scout conferred for several seconds with the rebel squad leader. The scout pointed toward the canyon edge, before he motioned quickly and the other rebels silently spread out into the bushes. He turned to Tom. "This is our fight." He pointed toward the edge of the cliff. "We are too late. Savtra has found her friends." He spat at the traitor's name. "Tell Durem that we will delay them, but that the government comes."

Tom didn't answer for a second, then turned and quietly motioned for his away team to follow him. He would lead his team back to a clearing they had passed and meet the shuttle there.

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Paquar looked at Chakotay, "Well, this is our camp." The grays of the dawn were picking up a reddish hue as the sun rose.

B'Elanna looked at the camp then at Chakotay. She smiled slightly, "It's much better than that dump on that unnamed moon..."

Chakotay nodded, "We'd better tell them. They don't have much time." They'd heard from Tom a little over half-an-hour ago. A large force of Government troops was approaching.

"We'll disappear into the mountains." Paquar nodded toward the towering mountains behind them. "We've done it before." His answer was flat. He wasn't looking forward to telling Durem. He waved at the approaching guards, one who returned to the camp. "Come. Let's get this over with." Suddenly his face lit up as Doctor Ostre appeared. Paquar smiled at her. "Hello."

"What happened?" Ostre looked at Chakotay, B'Elanna then at Paquar again.

"We've been betrayed. I need to tell Durem. How is Kathryn?" Paquar smiled.

"She is fine, for the moment. Durem doesn't care if she lives or dies. He sees her as an opportunity." Ostre put her hands on his shoulders. "Durem has lost his Hokaar." She sighed. "Be careful how you tell him."

They didn't have to move. A loud voice was heard, and the rebel leader approached quickly. His face was dark with anger. "You have betrayed us." He raised a weapon to fire.

"Wait until you hear why he is here," Ostre yelled at him.

Durem hesitated, most of the Loliaarans in the camp were approaching. He didn't lower his weapon. "Explain." He waved the weapon at Chakotay.

"We were in a fire-fight. That's when we met the Visitors. Savtra ran off with one of the prisoners. Other Visitors and the rest of my squad went hunting for them..."

Durem trembled with fury. "And what have they brought to trade?"

"Did you really expect them to bring anything?" Paquar asked. "Would you trade?"

Durem turned and shouted, "Bring the prisoner. Now we deal. We want weapons."

Chakotay looked at the alien hard. "No, we've done more than we should by helping you." He noticed Kathryn approaching. She was pale, dirty...She looked at him and mouthed, *I'm fine.*

*Yea, right,* he thought as his eyes hardened. "You wanted to negotiate?" He focused all his attention on the rebel leader.

Durem smiled--it wasn't a pleasant sight. "Weapons in exchange for...her." He pushed hard--sending Kathryn sprawling. Chakotay placed a hand on B'Elanna's shoulder to keep her from moving.

"No," Chakotay responded. "I was thinking of something like--you return her to us and we let you live."

Durem laughed evilly. "What kind of deal is that?"

Chakotay replied calmly, but the words still carried a menace. "A better one than you might suppose." The shuttle would be here in minutes.

There was a murmuring in the crowd. Paquar looked at Durem then the others. He wasn't alone in questioning Durem's plan. He stepped forward and pointed his weapon at Durem. "Durem where is your Hokaar? Are you really against everything we have fought for? To become like those we fight?" There was an answering response from the group of rebels. "Have you become that which we hate?"

Durem turned and faced his accuser angrily, "This is our chance. With their technology we can defeat the government..."

Paquar shook his head, "And replace it with another government that too lies, cheats...Tortures..."

Durem spat. "She is not one of us. She is not important..."

Chakotay and B'Elanna watched carefully.

"Some justification," Paquar snorted. "I do believe it is the same argument the government justified the death of my sister...your wife. Can we follow a man who does not respect life...Even if they are not one of us."

Ostre moved to join him. She looked at Chakotay and smiled, "She may not be one of us...But she does belong to her own kind. If you would learn to listen, you would have heard a remarkable story of courage, tragedy, love...But all you see is a tool. How can we follow you? A leader who sees those around him only as tools. Who has no Hokaar." She walked over and helped Kathryn stand. Ostre nodded toward Chakotay. "Take her back where she belongs. She is a good soul...Be kind to her," she smiled.

Chakotay nodded as he moved to stand by Kathryn. He looked at the crowd then Durem who was silent--but still looked arrogant. He smiled at Paquar, "Thank-you."

Paquar nodded and glanced at Durem. Suddenly he stood straighter and ordered, "Marya, have the camp ready to depart within the hour...The Visitor's flying ship reports that the government is not far away."

Chakotay nodded, Durem was broken. Paquar would be a capable leader. He silently wished them luck as he contacted Tom and the shuttle.

Kathryn eyed her first officer carefully as they waited for the shuttle to land. She ignored the sounds of the Loliaarans striking camp. B'Elanna had moved away from them to give the pair some privacy.

"You look ghastly," Chakotay said as he reached up to touch a scar on her cheek.

She stared at him for a second, before replying, "Why thank you Commander. How is Voyager...Seven?"

"Seven made it back to the ship with Durem's message, Voyager is fine. The solar activity has had minimal impact on our systems."

"Good." She looked at the ground. "I'll want your report tomorrow morning. First thing."

"Aye Captain. If the doctor OK's you." This earned him a glare.

"You can't keep breaking regulations like this. Taking one side over another in events that don't concern..."

"Don't concern us? Read the report before telling me about taking sides...I didn't. It was forced upon us."

"Why?" A loud rumble was heard and then the shuttle appeared. Janeway glanced back at the encampment and saw Ostre waving. She waved back, then turned to watch the shuttle land.

The departure was just as quick. They'd barely stepped aboard before the shuttle lifted off. The other members of the away-team greeted their Captain, as Chakotay went to check with Tom. B'Elanna finally ordered them to quiet down, as she went to the replicator and brought Kathryn a cup of coffee.

Kathryn laughed as took the cup. "Four days without coffee."

"I can get you something to eat," B'Elanna offered.

"I'm not an invalid," Janeway retorted as she started to stand. Her legs were still a bit wobbly, and she decided now was not the place to try her steadiness. "But...Rank has its privileges. Let's see...I'm thinking a thick chocolate chip cookie would be very good."

"That's right, stick with the vices. Captain, there are, at last count, two-hundred-thirty-one chocolate chip cookies programmed into the replicators."

Janeway's eyes opened wide, "I didn't realize there were that many variations...Try Janeway number two."

B'Elanna returned to the replicators as Chakotay sat down. "I'm sure the doctor will approve of this."

She stared at him, and he continued, "Paris reports that a small group is trying to slow down the advance of the troops. The rebels will probably just make it..."

She looked at her cup, "We need to discuss..." She glanced up at him, and noticed that he looked exhausted. "You look awful."

He half smiled. "Thanks--it's been an interesting few days."

"I bet it will be one hell-of-a report."

He grinned, "I've read novels with less plot." He noticed B'Elanna was standing there holding a cookie. "Why thank-you Be, I was getting hungry." He reached for it, but Kathryn grabbed it first and took a quick bite. "I prefer oatmeal cookies anyway."

B'Elanna turned and pushed Tom slightly. "Stop staring, helm-boy." He groaned at the nickname. "Tom," she growled when he didn't move quick enough.

He smiled at her, "I'm happy to see you too." He leaned closer to her, "I expect to hear all the details later..."

"Tom you are pig." She smiled and guided him away, casting warning looks at the other members of the away-team, who quickly pretended not to be watching the senior command team.

Chakotay smiled quietly as he watched the scene. "How you feeling?"

"Wonderful," she said between bites of cookies. "I've been burned, held prisoner..." She coughed.

Chakotay looked at her concerned. "Kathryn?"

"It's nothing...Really. And its much better." She could tell by his look that he was worried. "I'll see the doctor..." Eventually, she added for herself.

Chakotay just nodded, then grinned. "Then you won't be upset that the Doctor will be meeting us when we dock."

She groaned. Leave it to her First Officer to guess her plans.

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"Captain, would you please lie still," the Doctor said as he again ran his tricorder over her.

"Doctor..." She didn't continue--both Chakotay and the Doctor looked at her. The Doctor quietly continued his examination. Finally he picked up a hypospray and injected her. "You will be fine Captain. My Loliaaran counterpart did a very good job in treating your injuries...Primitive but effective. Your lungs will recover completely. I'd like to see you tomorrow morning. You need to rest. Forty eight hours..."

"Doctor..."

"Forty-eight hours Captain. And that includes *no* reports--they will still be here when you return to duty." He picked up a PADD and started to enter some data as she slid off the bio-bed. He watched as the two officers left sick-bay.

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Kathryn placed the cup of tea on her desk and smiled. It was nice to be home. She ran her hand through her yet uncombed hair. About an hour after returning to Voyager she had fallen asleep. She didn't know if it was of something the Doctor had given her--or her first officer. He had replicated her a cup of cocoa...Six hours ago.

She did feel better, she had to admit. She pulled up several files on the computer, and transferred them to a PADD. Six hours sleep--she would read a couple of reports then take a walk.

She picked three reports to read first: Chakotay's, Tuvok's and B'Elanna's. She took the PADDs and the cup of tea and stretched out on the sofa. A quick sip and she started reading.

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Chakotay was leaning over B'Elanna's shoulder, trying to see the particular circuit she was pointing to when the Doctor contacted him.

"Sick-bay to Commander Chakotay."

Chakotay straightened. "Chakotay here."

"Commander, you wanted to be informed when the Captain started reading reports."

Chakotay shook his head when he noticed that B'Elanna--who was still studying the circuit (or rather pretending to while she eavesdropped)--was trying not to laugh. "Are you surprised?" He asked.

"No, Commander I am not. That is why I allowed her to read them for an hour. I was hoping this would lessen her resistance when I remind her that she is suppose to be resting."

The Doctor sounded exasperated, Chakotay noted. But the Doctor's idea might have some merit. "Maybe it would be better if I drop by and remind her..."

B'Elanna started laughing at the obvious sigh of relief from the comm-badge. She smiled at Chakotay...then winked. She quickly turned back to finding the damaged circuit.

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Kathryn looked up from the PADD she was reading when the chime rang. She guiltily looked around her quarters, *Damn,* she thought, *How did he find out?* She stuffed the offending report under the sofa. "Come in." She sighed with relief--it wasn't the doctor. "Commander."

"Captain." He stood there a second before he walked toward her. "OK. Where is it?"

She looked startled, "Where's what, Commander?" She tried to sound stern.

"The Doctor placed you on sick-leave for 48 hours, and specifically said no work...Not even reports..." He glared at her, a slight smile on his lips.

She spread her arms to show that there was nothing in her hands or lap. "I was thinking of reading. Fiction." She added hastily. "Or maybe your report...Commander, you violated several StarFleet procedures..."

"Ah ha...You have been reading reports."

She raised her eyebrows. "I'm serious, Commander. It is very bad form to tell a leader in the government you are negotiating with to go to hell." Her voice was calm, but the wink at the end belied her seriousness. "You don't think she took your advice?"

He shook his head as he walked over to the couch. "Unfortunately not. I could easily find volunteers to toss her in for you..." He added with a wry grin.

Kathryn raised her hand slightly. "No, we're better off far away from Loliaar. At least we were able to replenish some of our supplies." She grinned sheepishly at her admission to reading the reports.

He stood behind her and started massaging her shoulders. "The Doctor is not happy. If I can't convince you to stop reading them, he'll come visit you personally."

"Please no. I'll be good." She bent forward to retrieve the stashed PADD. Chakotay smiled at her, then quickly ducked as she spun around on the couch swinging a pillow.

"Kathryn!" He exclaimed as he grabbed the pillow from her hand. She grabbed a second one--and blocked his swing. She ducked and as he spun slightly in preparation for a new attack, she countered. He grabbed her wrists and both pillows fell to the floor behind the sofa.

"Let go," she laughed.

"No way," he retorted. "I'm safer this way."

She rotated her position so she was half kneeling on the back of the sofa. She started to say something, but ended up lowering her head and laughing--her forehead resting on his shoulder.

She didn't move as she realized they had both stopped laughing and his hands had moved to her waist. She closed her eyes and consciously worked to keep her breathing regular. From the unsteady rise and fall of his chest, she realized he was also aware of their proximity. Her mind raced from possibility to possibility. She felt his hand move up her back and tighten his hold. All she had to do was pull back and speak...

She lifted her head to look at him and found herself staring into his dark eyes. "Chakotay?"

He didn't answer as he studied her face--searching for any suggestion of what was to happen next.

Her gentle kiss was all the answer he needed as his arms tightened around her pulling her closer to him. She leaned against his chest and wrapped his arms around him. "Spirits Chakotay," she whispered. "What am I going to do with you."

He moved his lips from hers to her left earlobe. He quickly discovered just how sensitive they were. "I love you," he murmured before kissing her again.

She pulled away from him and smiled. "I love you too." She allowed herself to slide out of his arms and sat down on the couch again. She sat there quietly: the moment she'd longed for and yet dreaded had arrived.

Chakotay watched her, realizing that her thoughts were the same as his. *What now.* He silently waited for her to speak again.

"Chakotay." Another pause, before she spoke again. "I love you." She smiled as she looked at him. "Take this slowly, give me a chance to come to terms with this." She extended her hand.

He reached out to take her hand. Like a time, not so long ago, their clasped hands promised a future, together....