Cara was desperate. When she'd transferred back to her ship she was relieved, as soon as Captain Janeway informed them that one of her crew was missing, she knew it had to be so. The Federation didn't do things like lie, and she KNEW her mother would do it in a heart beat. The information she got from her boyfriend was supportive of the information.

  Celina was angry at only getting one of something, and Janeway was claiming one of her crew was stolen. The Forlocci on board the freighter to do the trading didn't know what to do.

  Janeway was going to permit the transfer after all. But she was asking for her crew member back. She'd put in a call to her friends that lived close to their home, but she had no idea of knowing that her mother would shoot at them. She found out later that one of them was dead, and the other two were being hunted.

  Not good. This was very scary business.

  Cara was on the floor when one of the technicians came in. His droopy eyes and wrinkled face let her know right away how old he was. "Mistress Cara. The Federation man is alive." He assured.

  "How do you know?!" Cara asked.

  "I was told. You must not tell anyone." He begged. The males were always a grapevine of information, but if any female betrayed their trust, they would be silent servants only. The young Forlocci knew this early in life. The males always knew which females could be trusted.

  "I will be silent." Cara assured. "The Captain of that ship is very wise. We should get him back."

  "The other leaders are planning to make the trade and leave. They want nothing further from this Federation." He informed her.

  "But we have one of her crew..." Cara felt sorry for the tiny male even thought he couldn't be worth much. He must have alot of sentimental value, like a cherished family heirloom ring. "We should get him back!"

  The old Forlocci didn't say anything, he was sorry as well, but there was nothing more he could do. "I must get on with my duties."

  "I need a fast shuttle. Can you get me a pilot?"

  "Mistress Cara. The consequences..." He began.

  "I KNOW!" Cara went to the console and hailed Captain Janeway once more.

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  The Borg Queen was a hideous monster.

  Her flesh was placid, but alive. Her eyes cold as the metal they were made of. Her body merely a vehicle for her sinister mind.

  With horrifying accuracy, a real Borg Queen was being created in on board Voyager. The suspense built as they hooked up her neuronet and she became "alive" right before their eyes. Of course there was a high level security force field set up around them and the two guards were at the door.

  It didn't make the evil incarnate any less menacing. The "mind" that they'd created on the holodeck was downloaded into the steel skull. The Borg Queen could stand now.

  "I am Borg." She stated flatly. Then seemed surprised that she could speak. She touched her own face as if fascinated.

  "Will you help us?" Seven seemed to be asking the Borg queen over and over lately. The Queen had to think about it again.

  "You created me?" She asked Seven. The question caught the tall blonde off guard.

  "We made you to help us. Will you help us?" B'elana asked hopefully of the monstrous face. The Queen still looked a bit confused checking out her new "real" body that was imperfect.

  Much less perfect than the holodeck had simulated.

  She was still thinking.

  "Who made you is irrelevant." Seven said coldly and presented Tuvok. "Will you help us make our men their normal size again?" She was as close to begging as she'd ever come in her life. Her voice couldn't betray her pride though.

  "I was made to help humans." The Queen said. Her program was stable. Seven nodded to the Doctor to transfuse the blood.

  Seven donated only a pint of blood to the queen, but it was more than sufficient.

  The Queen was now complete.

  The lights dimmed in sickbay as the Queen's nanoprobes activated and her hand shot out several tines into the computer.

  "Halt!" Seven drew her phaser. The Queen was fully functional, and powerful.

  "I am going to help humans. This vessel is too inefficient." She said confused.

  "The ship is not the task. Cease interface with the ship. Comply." Seven indicated she was prepared to use her weapon again. The Queen released her grip on the computer and her articulated tentacles went back into her skin. She looked at Tuvok and seemed curious again. She was confused.

  "I shall require a few things. May we return to the collective?" She asked almost child like. B'elana and Seven were prepared to start simulated hell. Only this time, they would have a REAL demon in it.

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  Chakotay was nervous. The Forlocci had awakened, but no longer appeared friendly.

  "I'm Commander Chakotay of the Starship Voyager." He introduced himself. It didn't help. The female was looking at him with her fangs dripping with saliva. Chakotay was very pensive as he tried to back away as far as possible. The shadow of the monstrous followed him over the bed. "Please. I need your help. I need to contact Voyager." He was begging as the evil eyes followed him. Then she seemed to snap out of a trance and look at him again.

  "I must call my friend." She said and went to another room quickly. Chakotay breathed a bit better knowing that the "insane" look was temporary. He'd been scared witless by the animalistic giantess. He sat to calm his nerves and wait until his knees didn't feel like jelly. The alien room he was in wasn't much different than any other in the galaxy. The decor was strange and ancient looking. The flower pot on the table was ceramic. The tubes and conduits in the wall had a clear and basic function. Nothing like a Borg ship. It was still alien.

  The Forlocci alien was scariest of all. He knew nothing about them. But they appeared to make good allies.

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Chapter 12

  Janeway received the call as she was about to put herself to sleep with a hypo spray. Her eyes were red and dry as she stared at the wall.

  Jackson was on her shoulder massaging her neck with a medical stimulator. The orange light didn't seem to be affecting the giantess at all, but he did it anyway. She was feeling sorry for Chakotay, and sorry for herself. After all this time in the Delta quadrant, all these times they'd saved each other's lives. She finally failed him in the end.

  The call startled them both. A young ensign who was currently piloting Voyager was forwarding a call. "She says it's urgent."

  "Put it on." Janeway said not knowing how hoarse her voice had become over the last few hours of torturing herself for what had happened. A voice came over her badge that was becoming familiar.

  "Captain Janeway. This is Cara. I need to come aboard your ship... NOW." She did sound urgent. If it hadn't been for the help she'd received from the young Ferlocci before she would have been more formal, but she was an ally among enemies. She immediately called the transporter room to have it done.

  "But Captain, you're exhausted..." Jackson said holding on to her hair as she got up. Janeway needed no distractions.

  "If it's as urgent as it was before, we're all in for trouble." The red haired leader pulled Jackson from her hair in her hands. She was going to need a safer place for her man as well. "You're coming with me. Er..." She was looking for an appropriate pocket or place for a delicate passenger. Starfleet had no such thing built in to their form fitting uniforms. She was waving him around looking for an appropriate place without success before her he got her attention.

  "The other guys say that there is room. Ahh. There." He guiltily pointed at her bust line.

  Janeway raised an eyebrow at him. But the point was made. He HAD to come with her any which way she could think about it. She'd try to never let one of her crew slip through her fingers so easily again.

  "If you insist." She nodded consent. It was okay with her, and she was too tired to think of other alternatives. Jackson went down the front of her uniform so fast he didn't have time to brace for the action. One moment he was on the console, the next moment he was in near pitch blackness being squeezed to her skin as she bounced down the corridor with a quick urgent business step.

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  Jackson Schroeder was in pitch blackness now with the sound of the ship all around him and no way to see what was going on.

  "So much for a strip show" He thought to himself as he tried to get comfortable.

  He'd been quickly stowed for travel.

  He fumed quietly.

  Jackson was perfectly happy where he was though. The ride was very bouncy, but he didn't seem to be in any danger of sliding around.

  Odd.

  It seemed if he was indeed beneath her breasts in her uniform, there should have been room to move around.

  Jackson felt down into his utility belt and felt for his flash light.

  The bouncing continued after she exited the turbo lift and she was soon speaking with the Forlocci girl again. The young alien was telling Janeway she knew where Chakotay was and they were bouncing down the corridor to the shuttle bay.

  They would be taking the Delta Flyer.

  Jackson was relieved that the Commander was okay. Now maybe Janeway would relax a bit!

He finally wrestled his flash light up to his face and clicked it on.

  He was finally relieved when Janeway sat in a Delta Flyer seat and the bouncing ceased. He was good and trapped for a while. He saw nothing in front of his face but the inner white lining of her uniform and the paleness of her skin that hardly ever saw sun even in the holodeck.

  He tried to move a bit to get comfortable again. No luck. He was flattened to her skin too securely by her uniform.

  The technician then turned his head the other way and pulled the flash light under his throat to look the other way and gulped.

  He was held tightly to her skin because he was NOT just inside her uniform, but inside her under apparel as well. And the color of skin in front of him announced clearly WHERE inside her under garment he was.

  He tried to back away as if she'd get MAD if he touched such an intimate part of her body. Before he could slide anywhere a hand patted him against her flesh even firmer as her thunderous voice arose around him.

  "Hold still." She patted him. Then she began talking to the other women aboard that were flying as well. They were heading toward Forloc for a rescue mission. No telling how long it would last.

  Jackson gulped as he saw the orange flesh in front of him stiffen and he received a bit more room to move in.

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