"Sailor Trek:  Voyager" By Bill Harris

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    Timeline note: Occurs during Voyager's fourth season, between the episodes "Concerning Flight" and "Mortal Coil"; and during the early part of Sailor Moon S, approximately one month after the events depicted in "Sailor Trek TNG".

Prologue
Somewhere in the Alpha Quadrant:
    The planet was barely habitable and nearly lifeless. But this was understandable being that it's physical characteristics were just within the bounds for a class M world. The only sign that any civilized life had ever touch it's surface was a small lithium cracking station; an automated plant that had been used at one point to refine raw dilithium into crystals suitable for use in warp engines. But this too was still and lifeless, having long since been abandoned, the need for it's output supplanted by more modern, more efficient methods.
    Not far from the refinery, there was an outcropping of rocks. There was nothing to distinguish it from the dozens of others like it surrounding the plant, save for the fact that this had once been a battlefield. Not a battle between armies, but a mortal struggle between two men.
    Two men that had once been friends.
    A distortion appeared in the air above it, something that seemed to be a hole in the universe. Or perhaps a tunnel into another one. Among the rocks, a glow of energy formed and coalesced into a globe, seemingly attracted to the distortion. Not caring where it led or what it was, the energy globe floated up towards it and finally entered. Seconds later, a smaller and dimmer glow formed and, like the first, floated up and entered the spatial tunnel. The distortion hovered over the surface placidly for several minutes, then there was a flare of light and it vanished as if it had never been. Only the low moan of the wind remained.
    Delta Vega was peaceful once more.

The Delta Quadrant:
    "Captain's Log, Stardate 51404.7: While en route to investigate a possible spatial anomaly in a nearby star system, our sensors have detected a small and seemingly derelict Borg vessel. We have stopped to check it out, as anything that could so seriously damage a Borg ship- even a small scout vessel- is something we need to be aware of."

    Captain Kathryn Janeway stared at the image of the pockmarked and mangled Borg ship on the viewscreen with one question in her mind. It was the same question that had been taking up her thought ever since they had come across the derelict.
    What could so badly damage a Borg ship and not leave a trace?
    The known candidates were few. In fact, she could only think of one offhand- Species 8472. All the other races that they had thus far encountered in the Delta Quadrant didn't possess the firepower necessary to damage even a small cube such as this, at least not without massing a large armada. And even then, she would expect that the resistance put up by the Borg would leave some tangible evidence as to who was responsible.
    She turned to Seven of Nine. Being that she had once been part of the Borg collective, she would have a unique insight into the motives and methods of the Borg. "What would a Borg ship be doing in this system?"
    "Examining the system and it's inhabitants," she replied curtly. "If their biological and technological distinctiveness was remarkable enough, they would be marked as candidates for assimilation."
    "If the locals did this to a Borg ship, that probably marks them as unique enough to assimilate," Janeway observed.
    "Correct," Seven replied. "A larger Borg ship is likely on the way here. If that fails, then others will be dispatched."
    Janeway grimaced at this thought. The last thing she needed right now was another confrontation with the Borg. Behind her, the hiss of the turbolift informed her that the away team had returned to the bridge. Getting up, she saw Chakotay exit, followed shortly by Tuvok and Ensign Kim. "Report."
    "If anything, it's even more of a mess on the inside," Chakotay responded, stepping down into the bridge center. "A good part of the ship is exposed to vacuum, and virtually every subsystem has been damaged. But the good news is we didn't find any trace that Species 8472 was responsible for this attack."
    Janeway heaved a sigh of relief. The extradimensional aliens had been hard enough for them to handle even with the assistance of the Borg collective. "That's something, at least. Any sign of survivors?"
    "None," Tuvok said. "In all, we discovered a total of twelve Borg drones, all dead."
    "We did find the body of an unknown species," Chakotay added. "It could be a member of the race that attacked this ship."
    "Have it beamed to Sickbay. I want the Doctor to perform an autopsy on it," Janeway ordered.
    "Already done."
    Janeway nodded. "Any indications of what weapons were used?"
    "That's the odd part," Chakotay admitted. "We found no residual weapon signatures."
    "None?" the captain asked, obviously puzzled. She turned to Harry and Tuvok for confirmation.
    "Nothing we could identify, anyway," Harry said. "The only thing the alien had on it was a large staff."
    "An analysis of the ship and the drones indicate that they were damaged by what appears to be a kinetic energy weapon of some sort," Tuvok added. "However, there were no indications that projectile weapons were used."
    Janeway turned and regarded the derelict Borg ship. "What kind of beings could damage a Borg ship like that without conventional weapons?"
    "Maybe they used large hammers," Paris suggested wryly.
    Janeway smiled, but otherwise ignored the pilot's wisecrack. "Could this have anything to do with the spatial anomaly we detected in the system?"
    "It's possible," Chakotay admitted. "But at the moment, we have no way of knowing."
    "We did manage to download the contents of a Borg distribution node," Harry put in. "The data was badly garbled, but we should be able to clean it up and get something out of it."
    "Let me know the moment you have anything," Janeway said. "Seven, give him a hand." She nodded and followed Harry over to the operations station where they set to work. As they did so, the captain turned to her first officer. "Well? What do you think?" she asked him in a low voice.
    "The safest approach would be to give this system a wide berth," he said. "At least until they have a chance to recover some of the data."
    "It would be," she agreed. "But is it the best approach? For all we know, that anomaly may be a shortcut to the Alpha Quadrant. I don't think we can afford to ignore that possibility. Plus there's also the chance that we may find whatever did this," she gestured to the derelict ship on the screen, "following us at some point in the future. Personally, I'd rather find out what it is now." She paused and regarded the derelict thoughtfully. "Besides, Chakotay, the Borg know something attacked this ship and they'll be sending another one here. I'd like to be long gone by the time that happens." Resuming her seat in the command chair, "Tom, lay in a course for that anomaly. Warp two."
    "Course and speed set," the helmsman responded.
    "Captain, I agree we should check this out," Chakotay said as he took his own seat. "But I recommend we maintain a defensive posture until we know what's down there."
    "Agreed," she concurred. "Tuvok, sound yellow alert." Around the bridge, the alert lights flashed on as the ship went to a higher state of alert. "Mr. Paris... engage."

Earth
    The sudden beeping sound startled Amy, so engrossed she had been in her studies. Carefully, she marked her place in the textbook and pulled out her computer. A quick glance at the clock told her that it was nearly time for her to leave and meet the others for their daily study sessions. Though she usually ended up doing more tutoring than studying. 
    Not that she minded, anyway.
    But first, she had to check on what her computer was so insistently trying to alert her about. More than likely it was picking up another daimon sighting. There had been more than enough of those lately... and they were still no closer to understanding their motives than the first time one of them had appeared.
    A quick examination of the data display soon put that notion to rest, but her brow furrowed in puzzlement as she perused the readouts. She tapped on the controls, refining the results, and her expression deepened into a scowl.
    How could there be any signs of activity there?


Sailor Trek: Voyager- Where No Sailor Scout Has Gone Before...
By Bill Harris
Chapter 1 -- Starship Down
PG13

    "Where is she?!?"
    Raye slammed her book closed, got up and began pacing back and forth across her room impatiently. Still seated at the table, Lita and Mina exchanged knowing looks, but wisely chose not to say anything to the hot tempered priestess. By now, they knew better than to get in Raye's way when she was in one of these moods.
    Her "I'm-tired-of-waiting,-Serena-is-late" moods.
    However, another decided to speak up. "I'm sure she'll be her soon, Raye," Luna's voice came from beneath the table where she and Artemis were half dozing. "Besides, you should be used to Serena being late by now... Especially to these study sessions."
    "I wasn't talking about Serena!" Raye snapped.
    This statement caused several confused looks, both at and below the table. "Um... then who are you talking about, Raye?" Lita eventually asked.
    "Amy, of course."
    There was another awkward moment of silence as the two girls and two cats tried to figure out how to respond to this. "Maybe something came up?" Mina finally ventured.
    "Yeah, maybe she was reading a book and just lost track of time," Lita added.
    "Come one, you two," Raye said, shaking her head. "Amy's never late, unless there's something wrong."
    Moving out from under the table, Luna spoke up, "Don't worry too much, Raye. If something had happened, I'm sure that she would have found a way to get in touch with us."
    The door chose the moment to slide open suddenly, and Serena ran breathlessly into the room. Raye turned to glare at her, arms crossed. "Well, if it isn't Miss Punctuality."
    To the delight of all present, Serena didn't quite catch the sarcasm laden into Raye's comment. "Hi!" she said, still catching her breath. "Sorry... I'm late... but..." Her voice trailed off as she suddenly realized that one of their number was still absent. "Hey, where's Amy?"
    "That's what we're trying to figure out," Lita answered.
    Mina nodded in agreement. "You didn't happen to see her on your way here, did you?"
    Serena shook her head. "No. I figured she would have been long ago."
    "I don't like this," Raye muttered. "When Amy is later than Serena, something is seriously wrong."
    "Yeah, that's..." Serena paused, then glared at Raye. "Hey!"
    Again fate intervened, as they all heard the door slide open again. "It's about time you got here," Raye said, turning around. "What --" She stopped suddenly upon seeing who was standing in the doorway.
    "Darien? What are you doing here?" a puzzled Serena asked.
    "Amy called me," he explained. "All she told me was to get here ASAP. I assumed it was an emergency of some type, so I hurried here." He looked around at the girls. "So what's the problem?"
    "Good question," Raye said. "I wish we knew."
    "Amy's not here yet, Darien," Luna tried to explain. "If there is a problem of some type, she hasn't told us."
    Mina looked out a window. "I don't see her... Wait a minute, there she is!" The other joined her and sure enough, Amy was slowly approaching the temple.
    "Come on, let's find out what this is all about!" Lita said just before racing out the door, the others close on her heels. Before Amy could even acknowledge their presence, they started asking her a barrage of questions, each of them wanting to know specifically what was going on.
    A loud whistle silenced them. "Come on, give her a chance to answer," Darien said, adding, "What's going on, Amy?"
    "I'm sorry for not telling you when I called, Darien, but I wanted to recheck the scans and be sure there was no error." She hesitated briefly and glanced at the computer screen before continuing. "Just before I called Darien, my computer detected signs of extra-dimensional activity."
    "That's not all that unusual," Mina said. "For us, anyway."
    "That's true," Amy conceded. "Most of the threats we have faced in the past have been from other dimensions, or times. But what has me worried is where the activity was detected."
    "And where is that?" Darien asked.
    Amy took a deep breath. "The northern polar regions. Specifically, D point."
    Silence gripped the group as what Amy had divulged sank in. "Are you sure?" Serena finally asked. "I mean, it is a long way from here."
    "Yes, I'm sure, Serena," she replied. "The program is left over from when Mr. Spock and I linked my computer to the Enterprise's main computer to scan for dimensional anomalies. The program had been put in the background after that, but it was still running even long after I had forgotten it." She grimaced, "The distance factor is why I can only say that there is some form of extradimensional activity there. I can't provide any other specifics."
    "Meaning if we want to know what's going on, we're going to have to go up there ourselves," Raye said. Amy replied by way of a nod.
    "Then it's no use putting it off. You're going to have to check it out," Luna said. "Transform now!"
    "MOON COSMIC POWER!"
    "VENUS STAR POWER!"
    "MERCURY STAR POWER!"
    "MARS STAR POWER!"
    "JUPITER STAR POWER!"
    A flash of multicolored light illuminated the courtyard as they triggered their transformations while Darien triggered his own silently. Moments later, five Sailor Scouts and Tuxedo Mask stood in the place where five girls and Darien had been moments before. "Okay, get ready for the Sailor Teleport," Artemis said.
    They began to arrange themselves in position for the teleport. 
    "Do be careful, Serena," Luna told her charge.
    "Hey, have I ever let you down before?"
    The black cat snorted. "Do you want a list?" she asked.
    "HEY!!" Sailor Moon protested loudly.
    "Come on, let's get going," Mars said, sounding somewhat impatient.
    They nodded in a group agreement, and began concentrating, building up the power for the teleport. When it reach it's peak, they cried out, "Sailor... Teleport!" and the group vanished amid a blinding flare of light.
    "There they go again," said Luna. She turned a worried gaze to the north. "I hope they have better luck there than the last time."
    "Look at it this way. Could it be any worse than then?" Artemis asked, then cried out a loud "OW!" as Luna promptly smacked him with her paw.
    "Of course it could be worse, you ninny!" she chided the white cat. A somber and very worried expression formed on her face. "This time they could not come back at all."
    Not knowing what to say, Artemis settled for giving Luna a reassuring nudge as they settled down to wait. "Don't worry, Luna. They'll come back. They always do."

    Sailor Moon shivered, gazing about her at the frozen icepack. "Yeah, just like I remembered. Cold and snow!"
    "What did you expect, meatballhead?" Mars exclaimed sharply. "Palm trees?!?"
    In their earlier days, this would have prompted a wail from Sailor Moon as well as a complaint that Mars was being mean to her. But now, she turned to glare at the raven-tressed Scout and growled warningly at her, "Mars..."
    Amazingly enough, Mars chose not to escalate matters. Instead, she held up one hand. "Sorry. I'm... a little on edge," she said. She looked around and added, "This place brings up some bad memories."
    "For all of us, I expect," Venus agreed. "Except maybe Tuxedo Mask."
    "No," Darien replied. "I've got my share of bad memories from that time."
    Silence gripped the group as they gazed around the area, remembering the last time they had been here. During that final confrontation with Queen Beryl. Remembering how they all had fought on against overwhelming odds... and how each of them had died and were reborn through the power of the Silver Crystal.
    All except Mercury. She diverted herself by analyzing the readings from her visor and computer. Finally, Sailor Moon looked to her. "Anything, Mercury?"
    "I'm afraid not," Mercury answered, grimacing. "There's some sort of low level energy field that's interfering with my scans. From what I can tell, it appears to be a Nega-energy field."
    "Nega-energy?!?" Sailor Moon exclaimed. Around her, the others looked similarly shocked.
    "I wouldn't be too alarmed," Mercury reassured them. "As I said, it's a low level field." She took a moment to consult her computer. "I think it's a residual effect of the battle between Sailor Moon and the Beryl/Negaforce combination."
    "I thought that would have faded by now," a puzzled Venus said.
    "Not necessarily," Mercury pointed out. "Both Beryl and Sailor Moon were employing massive amounts of energy- both physical and magical. When powers of that level are unleashed, it could take years or decades for the effects to fade completely."
    "Maybe it was that energy field you picked up," Mars suggested hopefully.
    Mercury was already shaking her head. "I don't think so, Mars. There were definitive signs of an interdimensional shift in this vicinity. Something crossed over from another universe and into our own. The only problem is that I can't seem to locate it now."
    "Maybe we should split up and search the area," Tuxedo Mask suggested.
    "I'm not to keen in the idea, but I haven't got any better ideas," Jupiter said. The expressions on the faces of Mercury, Venus and Mars said that they agreed with the tall Scout.
    "Uh, guys?" Sailor Moon said uncertainly.
    As one, they turned and looked up. Sailor Moon was standing at the top of a nearby ice ridge, staring at something in the distance. "What is it, Sailor Moon?" Mars asked.
    The leader of the Sailor Scouts pointed over the ridge at something in the distance. "Could somebody tell me what that is?"
    The others hurried to the top, and they gaped themselves. "Whoa," Jupiter said, then echoed Sailor Moon, "What is that?"
    None of them needed to be told that it was a spacecraft of some kind. That much was obvious. But it was a large ship, being over one hundred meters in length. The upper section was an elongated oval shape, attached to a lower section. And toward the rear were two large nacelles, set at the same height as the lower section. The landing struts extending outward from the bottom and the lack of ice debris around it told them that it had landed on its own volition and had not crashed.
    "There's some lettering on it, but I can't make any of it out," Venus observed, squinting at the spaceship.
    "Neither can I," Tuxedo Mask added.
    "Hold on," Mercury said, deploying her visor. After a moment she read, "NCC-74656. USS Voyager. United Federation of Planets."
    The others goggled. "F-Federation?" Mars said in a strangled voice. Mercury nodded.
    "It's a Starfleet ship," Tuxedo Mask said, his voice awed.
    "Well," Venus said, a slight smile on her face, "Here we go again."
    The others nodded in agreement with Jupiter adding, "Yeah, but I'm wondering if there's a highway between their universe and ours. First Kirk's ship, then Picard's and now this."
    "Q was responsible for our being on the Enterprise-D," Mercury pointed out. She regarded the starship in the distance. "As for how this ship got here, as yet I haven't got any idea."
    "Probably through that quantum flux they mentioned," Mars suggested.
    "I don't think so," Mercury said. "From the design, it looks more like it's from Captain Picard's era. The quantum flux Spock and Data talked about would only get us to that universe in Kirk's timeframe." She paused and glanced down at her computer. "However they got here, I can tell you that there's something going on aboard it. I'm getting some odd readings from it from inside the ship."
    "What kind of odd readings?" Sailor Moon wanted to know.
    The blue haired scout frowned. "I'm not sure," she admitted reluctantly. "My scans aren't entirely clear. There's an energy field around the ship... and it looks like the same kind of energy field that's interfering with my readings of this area." She shook her head and sighed. "About all I can say for sure is that there are about two hundred or two hundred fifty life forms on board it."
    "Wait a minute... I thought you said the Nega-energy field was leftover from when we beat Beryl?" Venus pointed out.
    "I did," Mercury responded, looking somewhat grimfaced. "But it seems that I was mistaken. Something on board that ship could very well be the source."
    "Sounds like we're going to have to go aboard and find out what's up," Mars noted.
    "Can you find us a landing point for the teleport, Mercury?" Tuxedo Mask asked.
    "I think so," she answered, and set to work on her palmtop.

    Minutes late, a bright flash illuminating the darkened areas of Cargo Bay Two announced the arrival of the Sailor Scouts inside Voyager. 
    "Gee, this is awfully dark for a Starfleet ship," Jupiter said after they had a moment to take in their surroundings. "Did they forget to pay their light bill or something?"
    "They don't use money, remember?" Mars reminded her.
    "Oh... right."
    "At least it's warmer in here," a still shivering Sailor Moon commented, which drew the obligatory sarcastic comment from Sailor Mars.
    Ignoring the small but escalating argument going on behind her, Mercury scanned the nearby walls and soon located the computer access panel in the rear of the cargo bay. "I found something," she told the others, which had the desired effect of silencing the combatants and the others drew around her. Drawing upon her memories of their stay on the Enterprise-D, Mercury tried to work the controls, but instead of the usual responding beeps should have sounded, the terminal was dark and decidedly unresponsive. "Computer, activate terminal," she said, frowning slightly.
    The panel remained stubbornly blank.
    "What's wrong?" Venus asked. "Why won't it work?"
    "I'm not sure," Mercury responded. "The main computer may be down, or it could be the crew disabled the terminal for some reason. But I have no idea as to why."
    "Maybe..." Mars began, but her speculation was cut off by a sharp gasp of surprise from across the room, followed by a small cry of "No!"
    Tuxedo Mask was the first to realize that one of their number was missing. "Serena!"

    Sailor Moon had been watching while Mercury tried to access the ship's computer, but the lack of success on her part rapidly became boring to the blonde. Striving to find something interesting in the darkened room, she looked idly about the room.
    A slightly brighter patch of illumination from across the room caught her eye. Leaving the others clustered around Mercury, she went over to get a closer look. As she moved around several cargo containers and drew nearer, something about it seemed oddly familiar to her...
    She could tell that it was an alcove, designed as if for a single individual to stand in. At the top was greenish, circular device, with an varying electrical pattern radiating outward from it's center.
    She gulped as the realization struck her. It was a Borg alcove...

    Immediately upon hearing her cry out, the others rushed to Sailor Moon, Tuxedo Mask reaching her first. She didn't react to their approach, but remained staring forward, her face pale and her expression one of shock. "Sailor Moon, what's wr-" Mars began. A touch on her shoulder interrupted her.
    "Mars, look," Venus said, pointing ahead of them.
    Mars looked that direction and saw the Borg alcove nearby. "Oh, no..."

    Sailor Moon was lost in a rush of memories- of Rubeus gloating over her shortly after she had been captured by the Borg; of the nanoprobes being injected into her and assimilating her into the collective; of her individuality being crushed by the weight of the Borg unimind.
    And the worst memory of all was the helplessness she felt as the collective used her to try and strangle Darien.

    Similar thoughts were going through Tuxedo Mask's mind, from a different perspective of course. The central one being the horror he felt upon racing into that central chamber finding...

    "Yes, she's in here!" Heedless of the danger to himself, Tuxedo Mask raced into an adjoining chamber but stopped short when he saw what was in there. "No..." he whispered, horrified. The Scouts likewise halted, aghast at the sight before them.
    Only Mars was able to find her voice. "Serena, what have they done to you?" she whispered.
    The Starfleet officers stood silent behind the Scouts. Worf and Data had seen this before.
    Picard had been it before.
    This was what he had feared they would find, but had hoped not to. 
    Sailor Moon stood before them, having been implanted with Borg cybernetic devices much as Picard had been over a year before. Serena had been assimilated.

    Darien shook himself back to the present. "It's all right, Serena," he whispered, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's not going to happen again."

    Similar thoughts went through the minds of the other Scouts- remembering the shock and horror they all felt upon seeing Sailor Moon with those Borg implants. It was Jupiter who finally spoke, asking, "Could this ship have been taken over by the Borg?
    "I don't this so," Mercury said. She cast her gaze about, scanning the alcove and the surrounding bay with her visor. "While this alcove is undoubtedly Borg in origin, the technology in the surrounding area still seems to be of Starfleet design. I doubt that would happen if this ship had been assimilated." She looked once more to the alcove. "In fact, it seems as if this was been placed in here. It's as if the 
entire assembly was just teleported into this cargo bay."
    "She's right." All eyes turned to Sailor Moon. She was still pale, but seemed to have recovered from her initial shock. "If the Borg were in control here, there would be more than just this one alcove. And 
there'd be several... drones here as well." She looked around, as if seeing through the bulkheads. "In fact, I'm sure there aren't any Borg nearby."
    "How can you be so sure?" Mars asked uncertainly.
    "I was part of the collective, remember Raye?" Sailor Moon regarded her friend with a sad smile. "Believe me, if any of the collective were here, I'd know."
    "Well, we not going to find out anything by staying here," Venus said, looking uncomfortable at the turn the conversation was taking. "Let's go." Cautiously, the six of them exited the cargo bay and moved slowly out into the corridor. The design seemed somewhat similar to the Enterprise- D, if less luxurious, but it was much darker than that starship.
    "Geez, what is it with this ship?" Jupiter ventured. "Everything so far is either dark or not working."
    "The main systems must have been damaged," Tuxedo Mask said. "I remember the Enterprise being this dark after... the Borg ship nearly destroyed it."
    "I think Voyager was in a fight, and a big one," Mars guessed. She pointed down the corridor, indicating what was unmistakably a motionless body. "Look!"
    They raced down the corridor, Mercury reaching the crewmember first. As they approached, they could tell that it was a human female. And though the uniform was slightly different, the overall design and the comm badge were definitely Starfleet. "How is she, Mercury?" Sailor Moon asked.
    "Alive, but unconscious," the blue haired Scout replied while still conducting her examination. "I can't find any sign of injuries, but there are indications of some form of anesthetic in her bloodstream."
    "A knockout gas?" Jupiter said. "How come it's not affecting us?"
    "It's not currently present in the air," Mercury stated after a moment. "It must have been filtered out before we came on board."
    "So what happened?" Sailor Moon asked.
    "Yeah, did the bad guys use the gas to knock out the crew or did the crew use it to fight off the bad guys?" Venus added.
    "We could stand here and guess all day and not figure it out," Tuxedo Mask said. He looked up and down the corridor. "We need to get to the bridge. We should be able to find the answers there."
    "If it's laid out similarly to the Enterprises, then it should be on the top of the ship," Mars said.
    "There's the turbolift," Sailor Moon pointed out and headed for the door.
    And promptly ran smack into it when it failed to open automatically. "Owie!" She took a step back, glaring at the offending lift while painfully holding her nose. "Why didn't it open?"
    "Those must be offline too," Mercury said with a sigh.
    "We could try the manual controls," Venus suggested, and quickly went to work on the control panel, much to her friends' consternation. "I saw Will Riker do this once."
    "Mina, I'm not sure that's a good-" Jupiter began but was cut off by the turbolift door opening.
    Venus uttered a triumphant cry and flashed them the "V for Victory" sign. She was in the process of taking a step into the turbolift when the control panels both inside and outside the turbolift erupted into a shower of sparks. Everyone jumped backwards out of range of the pyrotechnics and watched helplessly as the fireworks display continued for several seconds before the turbolift went dark.
    "So much for the elevator," Mars observed, giving Venus a look.
    The blonde Scout shrugged, unrepentant. "Nothing ventured, nothing sprained," she said. A puzzled look came over her face, "...er, wait a minute..."
    Mercury spoke up, saving Venus the trouble of trying to correct herself, "I think I've got the local layout mapped." She peered down at her computer through her visor and quickly tapped the keyboard. "We're only four decks down from the bridge, and there is an access route we can take through the Jeffries tubes."
    "Well, what are we waiting for?" Jupiter said, impatient to do something. "Let's go!" With that, the tall Scout opened the access panel leading into the Jeffries tubes just as they heard a loud thwack 
from down the corridor, followed by someone crying out in pain. With barely a glance among themselves, they rushed down the corridor towards the source.
    Only a few seconds later, Venus, who had taken the lead, stopped suddenly as she rounded a bend. The others halted their own flights just as quickly, but not before it caused several minor collisions among them. But none of them asked Venus why she had stopped, for the reasons were 
abundantly clear. Lying prone a few meters away was another of Voyager's crew, obviously injured though still semiconscious. Instinctively, Mercury ran over to him. A brief glance told her that the crewman was still alive, but determining the severity of his injuries would require a detailed scan. Absently she noted the gold color of his uniform, indicating that he was either with the security, engineering or operations departments. He looked young (she guessed about twenty five or so), which was in accord of his rank of ensign.
    In the meantime, the others were watching a figure further down the corridor, evidently what had attacked the ensign. It was roughly human shaped- bipedal with two arms- but there the resemblance 
ended. It's skin seemed to be a green, chitinous substance, while the eyes- if that's what they were- were enormous in proportion to the head.
    And it had seen them as well, for it hefted the staff it was holding and flicked it in their direction, sending a bolt of dark energy hurdling at them. Still intent on examining the crewman, Mercury was 
caught unaware. There was a small flare of light that temporarily illuminated the corridor as the bolt struck, slamming her against the bulkhead.
    "Mercury!" cried out Sailor Moon. From down the corridor, the alien chittered something and started, seeming to recognize them now. It turned and started to flee down the corridor.
    "Oh, no you don't!" Venus shouted. "VENUS LOVE CHAIN ENCIRCLE!" 
    The golden band of energy lashed out, snaring the fleeing alien. Desperate, it struggled against it's bonds as best it could, trying to sever the chain with it's staff.
    "You're going down!" Jupiter growled, invoking her own power. "JUPITER THUNDERCLAP ZAP!" Her aim was true and the powerful electrical blast struck the alien, rendering it unconscious. "Gotcha!" Jupiter cried out triumphantly as the alien dropped to the floor.

    While Venus and Jupiter dealt with the alien, their compatriots checked on Mercury. "Are you okay, Mercury?" Sailor Moon asked.
    Mercury nodded somewhat shakily, but otherwise seemed none the worse for wear. "Yes, I think so. I'll be alright in a minute."
    "If that's the biggest threat around here, we should be able to clean up this ship in no time," Jupiter observed as she and Venus rejoined the others.
    "We managed to surprise him. It may not be so easy next time," Mercury stated, eyeing the alien intently through her visor and frowning. She was still a little unsteady from the blow she had taken, but that didn't affect her analytical abilities any. "In fact the energy readings I'm getting from it are most troublesome, and may be indicative of a much greater threat."
    "Amy, when you start talking like that, I worry," Venus said warily.
    "I am worried," Mercury responded, "Very much so. Unless I'm very much mistaken, the dark energy we saw this alien employ through it's staff are not native to his species but are a result of being empowered by Nega-energy. Specifically, the same type of energy used by the Negaforce."

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Sailor Trek: Voyager 
By Bill Harris
Chapter 2 -- "Please state the Nature..."
PG13

    A low groan from the floor put a halt to any further conversation. 
    All eyes turned to the injured ensign, who was beginning to stir slightly. He blinked several times, trying to clear his vision, then looked them over puzzledly. "Who..?" he began, obviously not sure what to make of them. After only a moment's confusion, "I'm... Ensign Harry Kim..." Anything further he was going to add was cut off by a sharp gasp of pain as he tried to sit up.
    "Lie still," Mercury advised him while automatically directing her visor to scan his injuries. The results were pretty much what she expected them to be- which is to say, not good. "The alien hit you rather hard. You've got serious internal injuries." She looked to the others, "The bridge is going to have to wait. We have to get him to Sickbay and quickly!"
    "Unfortunately, we don't know where Sickbay is on this ship," Tuxedo Mask pointed out.
    "It's on... deck five," Harry said softly. "But...you... have to... Seven..." His voice faded as he lapsed back into unconsciousness.
    "Seven?" Mars asked perplexedly, but she wasn't the only one. "Seven what?"
    "Maybe something on deck seven?" Jupiter suggested.
    "We can find out after we get the ship's doctor to see to his injuries," Mercury said. "I just wish there was another way down to deck five. I'd rather not lug him through the Jeffries tubes in his condition."
    "And the turbolift is out, too," Mars said, giving a sidelong look Venus' way.
    As it turned out, the blonde wasn't listening, but was instead looking at the deck. Before anyone could as, she pointed at what held her attention, "How about going this way?" Moving closer, they saw what appeared to be a hatch in the floor that was clearly intended to provide access to the deck below. "This looks like a way down," she added somewhat unnecessarily. Before anyone could stop her, she reached down and opened the hatch. Everyone else instinctively took a half step backwards to avoid the inevitable fireworks, but for some reason none was forthcoming.
    Mars moved forward and took another look at the opening. After taking a brief moment to examine it, a wry smile appeared on her face. "Nothing electrical about it. That's why it didn't blow up in your face."
    Venus shot her a somewhat indignant look. "Very funny."

    Moments later, Sailor Moon was looking uneasily down the corridor on deck five, Sailor Mercury beside her. A few meters behind them, Mars and Venus were keeping a watchful eye out down the other way, each of them alert for some sign of the aliens that had invaded the Federation starship. In the middle, Jupiter and Tuxedo Mask were gently lowering Harry down through the hatch. "Got him," Tuxedo Mask grunted, then moved out of the way to allow Jupiter to jump down from the deck above.
    "Now all we have to do is find Sickbay," Mars observed.
    Jupiter looked up and down the corridor. "Anyone got any ideas?"
    "Let's just pick a direction," Tuxedo Mask suggested.
    "Sounds good to me," Venus agreed. "Let's go this way." She moved forward, and Mars followed. Sailor Mercury moved in behind them, scanning ahead with her visor and using her computer to map out the corridor. 
    Jupiter opted to be the rearguard and allowed Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask, who was still carrying the unconscious Ensign Kim, to precede her. Periodically she turned back and peered down the darkened corridor, alert to any threats.
    The darkened state of the corridor served to hamper their progress, as well as their need to check each door. This slowed their progress to a frustratingly slow crawl, and began fraying their nerves.
    The dark seemed to also magnify every sound in the corridor. "What was that?!?" Sailor Moon exclaimed, jumping again at a sudden, and what seemed to be very loud, noise.
    Mars half turned and glared at her, irritation clearly written on her face. "Maybe it was a rat," she snapped.
    "A rat?" Venus asked, not catching the sarcasm in Mars' voice. "I knew we should've brought Luna and Artemis along."
    Mercury sighed and hoped they would find Sickbay soon. "It's nothing," she reassured Sailor Moon.
    "Well, we should find this place soon," Jupiter said. "It seems like we've covered most of this deck."
    "It had better be soon," Tuxedo Mask grumbled. "This guy isn't exactly light."
    Jupiter smiled. "If you think that's bad, just try carrying Sailor Moon halfway through the Negaverse," she whispered to him.
    Sailor Moon whirled about and exclaimed, "I heard that!" just before a black energy bolt struck her midsection. The blow knocked the blonde off her feet and into a nearby door. Surprisingly enough, it opened automatically before she hit it and she flew through it, the door closing just as automatically behind her.
    "Sailor Moon!" Jupiter turned sharply, enraged at the aliens for the sneak attack and at herself for having been taken by surprise. There was a small bit of movement in the shadows, providing her with a target for her ire. "You creeps are going to pay for that! JUPITER THUNDERCLAP ZAP!"
    The impact of the electrical discharge knocked the alien off it's feet and it uttered a high pitched keening noise. But in the flare of Jupiter's attack they could see that there were more of the invaders. 
    As if to confirm that, several chittering noises could be heard, followed by answering noises from the other end.
    "Here they come!" Venus exclaimed just as the aliens charged. What followed could be best described as sheer chaos, as the Scouts cut loose with their own attacks, while the aliens retaliated themselves while charging at the Scouts' position. Tuxedo Mask hurriedly put Kim down and his own floral attack to the fray. The Scout's powers were cutting down the attackers, but the sheer number of them was insuring that some would get through to them. In fact, one was close enough that Jupiter was engaging it in hand to hand combat.
    That's when the door swished open, the light from inside spilling out into the corridor. "Hold it right there!" a voice cried out, causing the combatants to pause and look. Even though they couldn't see her clearly, the light from the room that silhouetted her figure made it plain to all who it was. "I am the champion of love and justice, Sailor Moon! I right wrongs and triumph over evil! And that means you." The aliens hesitated, uncertain as how to react to her sudden reappearance. This gave Sailor Moon the time she needed. "MOON SPIRAL HEART ATTACK!" With their leader and several others of their number cut down by Sailor Moon's attack, the remaining aliens turned and fled down the corridor.
    "Sailor Moon, are you-" Tuxedo Mask began, the others clustering around her as well.
    "I'm fine," she reassured him. "Oh, and by the way..." She gestured into the room behind her and stood to one side, allowing them a good look inside it. "...I think I found Sickbay."
    Mercury moved up to her and nodded. "Yes, this is it. Darien, get him in here." After taking another moment to be certain Sailor Moon was okay, Tuxedo Mask lifted the unconscious ensign from the deck and carried him inside.
    Standing just behind Sailor Moon, Mars grinned. "Leave it to you to find the place we're looking for by falling into the door."
    "I was knocked into it, if you don't mind," Sailor Moon said, sticking out her tongue for good measure before going back inside. Determined not to let the aliens sneak up on her again, Jupiter 
kept a watchful eye on the corridor, and was the last to enter Sickbay. After the door closed, she touched a control on the panel next to it. 
    "That should lock it, if I remember correctly."
    Now that the door was secured, the group relaxed a bit and took their first good look around. Unlike the corridors and the cargo bay before it, Sickbay was brightly lit and the various control panels seemed to be active. However, it was also quite deserted. "Just our luck," Jupiter muttered darkly, "no doctor."
    "Or anyone else, for that matter," Venus added, peering into an adjoining room.
    Mercury frowned. Without any of the starship's medical personnel here, it fell to her to do something about Ensign Kim's injuries. And while the medical equipment was designed to be fairly easy to use, it still required the user to have enough knowledge to apply it correctly. She only hoped that her own abilities were sufficient to the task. "Get him on that biobed," she told Darien, pointing to one in the rear. The fact that it was isolated from the other biobeds indicated that it might be the one used for surgical situations- she hoped. While he was doing that, she made her way to the computer console. Like the rest of the systems in Sickbay, it seemed to be active as well; a fact she confirmed when it responded instantly to her touch, bringing up the current stardate. "Stardate 51405.0," she murmured. "So it's been almost five years for them since we met Captain Picard."
    Sailor Moon watched Mercury at the console for a while, then finally asked, "What are you up to?"
    "Since there isn't a doctor here, I'm hoping that there'll be a medical database in the computer I could use so that I could stabilize Ensign Kim..." She paused and glanced over to the biobed the ensign was lying on. He seemed to be stable for the moment, but that couldn't last. "At least enough for him to survive until we can find a real doctor around here."
    Sailor Moon eyed her friend carefully. While she might not be anywhere near Mercury in the intelligence department, nor a psychic like Mars, she was still sensitive to the moods of others around her. She could tell that the blue haired Scout was having doubts about her ability to help Ensign Kim. "Don't worry, Amy, I'm sure you'll figure it out," she told her in an encouraging tone, and placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder for good measure. "If anyone can figure this stuff out, it's you."
    Mercury smiled despite herself. "I'm glad you think so, but I..." Her voice trailed off as something on the screen caught her eye. She touched another control on the panel, and accessed a particular file 
listed. "Now this is interesting." Something in her voice caught the attention of all present. 
    "What's interesting?" Venus asked.
    "According to this, this ship is equipped with an emergency medical program," Mercury replied, indicating the screen. "Basically put, a holographic doctor."
    "A hologram for a doctor?" Mars asked doubtfully. "Is that possible?"
    Mercury shrugged. "I don't see why not, given the level of their technology. But it looks like the system is offline at the moment."
    Mars snorted, "Big surprise there. It seems like everything isn't working on this ship."
    "Not quite everything. The other systems in here seem to be fine." Mercury touched another control and brought up a diagnostic screen. "And there's nothing really wrong with the holographic systems," 
she said after studying for a moment, "they just need to be reset. Which I think I can do." She moved to a panel behind her and, after studying the controls a bit, entered in a series of commands. "There. That should do it."
    Jupiter looked around. "Nothing's happening."
    "I've reset the system, but we still need to activate it," Mercury explained. "I-"
    "Oh, you mean we've got to tell the computer to turn it on, just like on those holodecks," Sailor Moon said, recalling once again their stay on the Enterprise-D. "You know, by saying 'Computer, activate the Doctor', or something like that."
    Prompted by her words, the computer reacted instantly. A balding man in a blue Starfleet uniform materialized next to Sailor Moon. His sudden appearance startled her, prompting her to yelp and make a rather prodigious leap into Tuxedo Mask's arms. Oblivious her reaction, the man said in a calm voice, "Please state the nature of the medical emergency," and then looked about Sickbay. "Well, it appears we have guests," he commented wryly as he inspected them, his gaze finally settling on Tuxedo Mask holding Sailor Moon. "Unless she's the one in need of treatment, I think you can put her down now," he suggested.
    "We brought an injured crewman here for treatment," Mercury indicating the surgical biobed as she tried to explain. "We're..."
    "The Sailor Scouts and Tuxedo Mask," the Doctor said, both interrupting her and finishing her statement. Ignoring the looks of surprise he was getting, the hologram walked over to the biobed and 
inspected the readouts. After a moment, he held out a hand. "Tricorder." Reacting first, Jupiter picked up the first tricorder she saw, which happened to be the one on Harry's belt, and handed it to the Doctor. He opened it and examined the readouts for a moment before snapping it shut again and handing it back to her with an annoyed expression on his face. "Medical tricorder!" he snapped.
    "Hey, how am I supposed to know the difference?!?" she retorted heatedly.
    "Here, Doctor," Mercury calmly said, handing the correct instrument to the Doctor.
    "Thank you," the hologram acknowledged, and began scanning Harry. "Hmmm... three cracked ribs, a concussion and various other internal injuries. Also some minor radiation exposure. Serious, especially if left untreated, but nothing I can't handle. Though it's just as well you didn't take any longer to get him here." He closed the tricorder, and selected several nearby instruments. "You're very fortunate, Mr. Kim."
    "Hold on a minute. You know us?" Tuxedo Mask asked.
    "It would be more accurate to say that I know of you," the hologram responded as he gave Harry an injection of hironalyn. "My program contains the cumulative medical knowledge of the entire Federation, including the complete medical logs of several of Starfleet's finest physicians. Knowledge of who and what you are is figured quite prominently in two of them." He paused and glanced over at Sailor Moon, giving her another look. "Though your attire seems to have altered somewhat."
    "Okay, so you know us," Mars said. "Now maybe you can-"
    "I'm afraid any explanations will have to wait," the Doctor broke in much to her annoyance, "I need to concentrate fully on attending to Ensign Kim, which I can't do if I'm being peppered with questions. Afterwards, I'll be glad to answer all your questions to the best of my ability. So if you would please wait outside the operating area, I'll get to work." Seeing the logic in his request, they began to 
leave the room as he asked, if somewhat reluctantly. "Not you," the Doctor said to Mercury. "I'll need someone to assist me."
    She seemed uncertain. "I'd be happy to help, but while I have some medical knowledge, I haven't had any formal training."
    "Not to worry," the Doctor noted as a slight touch of irony crept into his voice, "I've dealt with having Lt. Paris for an assistant. Anything after that would be a considerable relief."

    "There," the Doctor said in a satisfied tone some time later. He took one last look at the biobed readouts, and then nodded, smiling to himself. "Another patient successfully snatched from the jaws of death." Turning to Mercury he added, "You assistance was most valuable. You'll make an excellent physician one day."
    Internally, Mercury was pleased at the Doctor's compliment, but still felt slightly embarrassed. "Thank you, Doctor," she said softly.
    The Doctor noted the slight reddening of her cheeks, but he didn't make any comment other than to raise an eyebrow. "I think it's time we rejoined your friends. I have a feeling that there's a lot of questions they'll want answered." Mercury nodded and followed the hologram out of the surgical area.
    As it turned out, they found the others had gathered in the Doctor's small office, talking among themselves to pass the time. And while they appeared to be relaxed for the most part, there were varying expressions of impatience among them, being the most obvious on the faces of Sailors Jupiter and Mars. "How'd it go?" Venus asked.
    The Doctor smiled. "It was touch and go for a moment, but thanks to my usual degree of excellence and with the help of an excellent assistant (Mercury's face reddened further), Mr. Kim will make a complete recovery."
    "Good," Jupiter commented. "Now maybe you can tell us what's going on."
    "In a moment. But first..." The Doctor opened up the medical tricorder he was carrying and proceeded to scan them all.
    "What are you doing?" Sailor Moon asked, voicing the question they were all asking themselves.
    "Scanning you for radiation exposure," the hologram answered. "And it appears that two of you," he indicated Sailor Moon and Sailor Mercury, "show signs of it."
    "Radiation?!?" Sailor Moon exclaimed in a slightly frightened voice.
    "I wouldn't be too concerned," the Doctor reassured her. "Your constitutions seem to be handling it with no problem. Nevertheless, I'll give you both an injection of hironalyn as a precaution."
    "It must the from those energy bolts," Mercury theorized while the Doctor was preparing a hypospray. "Both Sailor Moon and myself were hit with them."
    "You mean the aliens are employing this as a weapon?" After Mercury nodded in confirmation, the Doctor continued, "In that case, I should give you all an injection. And I should see about dispersing a quantity of hironalyn through the atmospheric systems for the crew." Starting with Mercury, he went around the room and gave them an injection from the hypo. "You understand, this won't render you immune to the radiation, but it will mitigate the aftereffects."
    "So what's the story?" Mars asked. "Who are these aliens, and why are they running around your ship?"
    "And why is almost everything on your ship busted?" Sailor Moon added.
    The Doctor hesitated, then reluctantly admitted, "Regrettably, my knowledge of the current situation is limited. I do know that we were approaching a planet to investigate a spatial anomaly detected by the sensors. Shortly afterwards the ship lurched rather violently. While Mr. Paris may be only adequate in medical areas, he is an excellent pilot. I can only conclude that the ship had come under an attack of some sort. The last thing I remember before my program went offline is hearing the intruder alert alarm sounding. That must have been when the ship was boarded." The Doctor looked at each of them. "And that is the extent of my knowledge of the current situation. I can only guess that whatever knocked my program offline is the same phenomena that brought you to Voyager."
    "Guess again," Mars said.
    "I beg your pardon?"
    "We weren't brought to Voyager," Mercury explained. "Your program must have been knocked offline by the phenomena that brought your ship to Earth."
    It took a lot to throw the hologram off stride, but evidently this did. "Earth?!?" he exclaimed in a stunned voice.
    "Yep," Jupiter put in. "Right now the ship is sitting at the North Pole on our Earth."
    "I don't believe it," the Doctor muttered after taking a moment to mull this over. "Back on Earth again. First the wrong time frame, now it's the wrong universe."
    Something about what the Doctor said didn't sound right to Sailor Moon. "Why are you so shocked about being on Earth? I mean, you must have been there lots of times, right?"
    Realization struck the Doctor. "That's right... You wouldn't be aware of our overall situation. Due to some unique circumstances, Voyager is some sixty thousand light years from Federation space."
    "Sixty thousand light years?" Mercury exclaimed. "That would put you on the other side of the galaxy."
    The Doctor nodded. "That's correct. We are in the Delta Quadrant, on a course to take us back to the Alpha Quadrant. It began something like this..." Over the next few minutes, the hologram gave them a brief overview of how Voyager, while on a search for a missing Maquis vessel, had been forcibly transported to the Delta Quadrant, some seventy thousand light years from home. He also gave a hurriedly abridged account of some of the events that had happened to them over the last 
four years. "...and barring any shortcuts we might find, we should reach the Alpha Quadrant in sixty years, more or less," the Doctor concluded. "But at the moment, my ship has been invaded by a hostile force, and I have to assume that they control the entire ship and that they hold the crew captive. I'm aware that I'm just a hologram, but I'm still the Chief Medical Officer on this ship. I have a duty to try and retake the ship. And to do so... I'm going to need your assistance."
    "And assist you we will!" Sailor Moon affirmed loudly. "We'll help you clean this ship up and dump out the Negatrash! In the name of the Moon..."
    "...Venus..."
    "...Mercury..."
    "...Mars..."
    "...and Jupiter..."
    "...we'll punish them!" they cried out in unison.
    "Your enthusiasm is commendable," the Doctor noted dryly. "If that could carry the day alone, we'd be victorious without firing a shot."
    "Doctor, I do have one concern," Mercury said. "If I read the datafiles regarding the EMH system correctly, the holographic emitters that create your form are limited to Sickbay. If that is so and with intership communications inoperative, then how are you going to help us liberate the ship?"
    "Once that would have been the case," the Doctor conceded. "However, I now have a means of leaving the confines of Sickbay." He went over to where he kept the portable holoemitter stored and picked up the small device. "With the assistance of this piece of twenty ninth century technology, I now have access to the entire ship..." His smile broadened, if that were possible. "Indeed, I can even leave the ship for away missions."
    "Twenty ninth century?" Mercury asked, now even more puzzled. By the looks of the others, she wasn't the only one who felt that way. "I thought you were from the twenty fourth?"
    "We are." The Doctor hesitated, uncertain as to how to explain how he had acquired the portable holoemitter. "It's rather long tale that involves a rather complicated temporal loop, but it's not one I'd 
rather get into at the moment as there are more pressing matters."
    Mars nodded, for once agreeing with the hologram. "Okay, you know this ship better than we do. So what's out first step?"
    "I have access to a number of sedatives that could be released into Voyager's environmental systems. If you could help me reach the atmospheric control systems..."
    "That's not going to work," Tuxedo Mask said.
    The Doctor frowned. "Why not?"
    Mercury spoke up. "We found one of the crew unconscious on deck four. She had traces of an anesthetic in her blood. It seems that the crew tried a similar strategy."
    "Hmmm..." The Doctor seemed uncertain now. "Their physiology must render them immune to certain sedatives. I should have suspected as much from my autopsy. It certainly does put a crimp into things."
    "Wait a minute. Autopsy?"
    "That's correct," the Doctor told Tuxedo Mask. "We found a derelict ship that had suffered extreme damage, apparently from these self same aliens. Among the wreckage, our away team discovered a corpse. It was brought over, and I conducted an autopsy of it. But penetrating its chitinous skin proved to be a challenge. It was highly resistant to my laser scalpels."
    "Are you sure it's the same aliens?" Venus asked.
    "Reasonably certain. However..." The Doctor made his way over to the stasis tubes, and opened one. As the slab slid out from inside, "You're the experts on the aliens running around the ship. You tell me."
    The Scouts gathered around for a closer look, but they didn't need long to verify things. "It's the same kind, alright," Tuxedo Mask said.
    "Except this one has orange colored skin," Venus noted. "The ones we saw outside were green."
    "That may be indicative of ranks among them. Or it may simply be a racial variation of the species," the Doctor said. "I had just finished performing the autopsy when all hell broke loose." He paused, then closed the stasis tube once more. "I must say that I'm somewhat surprised that the ship is still in one piece."
    "Why?" Mercury asked.
    "It was a Borg ship they had attacked earlier."
    That caught their attention. "Oh."
    "Oh, indeed."
    The mention of the Borg reminded Sailor Moon of a question she'd been wanting to ask. "By the way, what's with the Borg equipment in that cargo bay?"
    The Doctor seemed puzzled by this for a moment. "Oh, you must mean the Borg alcoves in Cargo Bay Two. It's serving as the quarters for the newest addition to our crew, Seven of Nine."
    "Seven of Nine? What kind of name is that?"
    "That must be what he was trying to tell us," Jupiter said, jerking her thumb in the direction of Harry. "He wanted us to find this 'Seven' person."
    "That seems likely," the Doctor concurred.
    "But that still doesn't explain about those Borg alcoves," Mars said.
    "It's really quite simple," the Doctor started to explain just before a clanging sound echoed from the access hatch to the Jeffries tubes, effectively interrupting him. At once the Scouts each took a defensive stance around it, while Tuxedo Mask readied a rose to throw. Not to be outdone, the Doctor snatched up a hypo and got ready to use it, after checking the contents. However, he soon sighed in relief as soon as he saw who was emerging. "I'm certainly glad to see you, Seven," he said to her, helping her up. "I see that I was wrong in my assumption that all the crew are incapacitated." Seeing that the Doctor knew her, the others relaxed.
    "To my knowledge, the majority of the crew is unconscious. However, we still control the bridge and engineering," she curtly explained. "Lt. Paris sent Ensign Kim and myself to the armory by way of Cargo Bay Two. We were to retrieve phaser rifles and modify them to be more effective against the aliens. We were attacked us along the way, and had to separate."
    "Lt. Paris?" The Doctor seemed perplexed. "What happened to Captain Janeway? Or Chakotay? Or Tuvok?"
    "Captain Janeway was incapacitated during the transition to this universe," Seven explained. "Commander Chakotay and Lt. Commander Tuvok were on an away mission when the aliens boarded the ship. We did not have time to retrieve them before the transition occurred." She paused, aware now that the Doctor was not alone in Sickbay. "The Sailor Scouts," she observed after giving them a quick once over. "Then the dimensional anomaly we went through brought us to their universe."
    "Ah, I should have realized that you would be acquainted with them," the Doctor commented. "From what they've been telling me, they are much more effective against the aliens than our weapons have been. I was hoping that with their assistance, we could drive the intruders off the ship."
    "A logical strategy," the former Borg concurred. "Their abilities in concert with the modified phasers should be adequate to the task."
    Meanwhile, the Scouts were still taken back a bit by Seven's casual recognition of them. "It seems like everyone on this ship knows about us. We must be required reading at Starfleet Academy," Venus quipped.
    "Nah, there's got to be at least a course on us by now," Jupiter added. "I can just see it now, 'Sailor Scouts 101'."
    "It's not that," Sailor Moon stated flatly. Though her face was pale, she was staring at Seven evenly and her voice remained firm, "She recognizes us because she's a Borg."
    Several jaws dropped at this. "Borg!?!"
    "I was once part of the Borg collective, yes," Seven stated in her matter of fact way before the Doctor could act. "Once Sailor Moon was assimilated into it, her knowledge and experience was added to it as well. Therefore, I am aware of your existence."
    The Doctor could feel the tension among the Scouts elevate instantly as they confronted the former drone. "This is not a good beginning."

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Sailor Trek: Voyager
By Bill Harris
Chapter 3 -- Intruder Alert!
PG13

    "I can see that your interpersonal skill still need a lot of work, Seven," the Doctor noted, trying to defuse the situation. "But I'm afraid that will have to wait. We need to know what has happened since the ship left the Borg derelict."
    "Very well," Seven replied. "We came out of warp shortly after entering the system. Sensors showed that the anomaly we were investigating was very close to the fourth planet, inside the atmosphere. 
    We closed on impulse power, and entered a standard orbit. An away team consisting of Commander Chakotay, Lt. Command Tuvok and Neelix was dispatched..."
    "That's not what I had in mind," the Doctor interrupted her. "If we're to properly understand the situation, we need details."
    Seven was not convinced. "The type of 'details' you are referring to are irrelevant."
    "Hardly," he retorted. "The smallest detail could prove to be the critical bit of knowledge we require. Now please start again from when Voyager was approaching the planet."
    "Since you deem it important I will provide the 'details you wish. But I believe it to be a very unproductive use of our time." Seven turned to the Scouts. "As I said, we approached the planet on impulse power. When we reached the proper distance from it, Captain Janeway..."

    "Standard orbit, Mr. Paris," Janeway ordered.
    "Entering standard orbit," the helmsman confirmed.
    Janeway eyed the planet silently while Tom slid Voyager into orbit. Other than the fact that the color of the world seemed paler than other Class M planets she had seen over the years, there didn't seem anything odd about the small planet. In fact, from all appearances it seemed to be rather peaceful. But Janeway knew all too well that appearances could be deceiving. "What can you tell me, Harry?"
    There was a slight delay while the young ensign glanced over the sensor readouts before replying. A glance over to the ops station told Janeway that whatever the results where, he wasn't happy with them. "It's hard to be sure, Captain. I've got a fix on the anomaly about one kilometer over the planet's surface, but there's an odd background energy field that's interfering with the sensors."
    Janeway frowned. "What kind of energy field?"
    "I don't know, " Harry confessed. "I'm still trying to identify it, but the sensor interference isn't making it easy."
    "I've never seen anything like it either," Chakotay put in, concentrating on the panel situated between the captain's and first officer's seats. "It seems to be some form of negative energy, but considering the abundance of life down there it doesn't appear to be dangerous to organic life. We may be able to get clearer readings by sending down an away team." After a moment, he looked at Janeway, who had yet to answer him. "Captain?"
    She hesitated for another moment before nodding. "Agreed," she said, reluctance obvious in her voice. "Prepare an away team. But don't take too long down there, Chakotay. There's something about this planet that's giving me a bad feeling."
    The tone of her voice caused Paris to half turn in his seat at the helm, and he exchanged an uncertain look with Harry. At the tactical station, the ever unflappable Tuvok raised an eyebrow, but had no other reaction. Chakotay noted out of the corner of his eye that even Seven of Nine seemed slightly perturbed by the captain's unusual attitude. Indeed, he was slightly disturbed by it as well, but all he said was "Aye, Captain." He pointed briefly to Tuvok and the Vulcan accompanied him off the bridge.

    "Commander Chakotay!"
    Chakotay halted at the entrance to the transporter room, turning to face the caller. He had already figured it out from the voice alone just who it was. "What can I do for you, Neelix?"
    The Talaxian halted, breathing heavily. He had obviously rushed to make it down here. "Commander, I take it you're leading an away mission to the planet's surface?"
    Chakotay nodded. "That's right." Neelix opened his mouth to speak, but Chakotay preempted him. "I know what you're going to ask, Neelix. But I want to keep the away team complement down to a minimum."
    "That may be true, Commander," he agreed, "but the Borg are no doubt sending a ship here, given the fate of that other ship. Which tells me that we won't be able to linger here for very long. So, given that our supply of edibles is starting to get on the low side, we should make the best use of our time here." He paused for a moment. "And given that I am the resident expert on edible plant life, I should accompany you down to the surface."
    "Commander, I am hesitant to agree, but there is a certain logic to what Neelix says," Tuvok said.
    Neelix literally beamed with pride. "Why, thank you, Mr. Vulcan."
    "Far be it for me to argue with Vulcan logic," Chakotay said. "Come along, Neelix."

    Neelix blinked, as he found himself slightly disoriented by the sudden change in light levels when they materialized on the surface. 
    "That's odd," he commented, checking the local plant life with both his tricorder and his own senses. "I thought we were beaming onto the day side of the planet."
    "We did," Chakotay answered him. He pointed upwards to where the local sun was plainly visible. But instead of being a dazzling ball of light, it appeared to be only a pale yellow disc, not much brighter than the Earth's moon at full.
    Tuvok raised an eyebrow. "This is most peculiar. The local sun is a G5 main sequence star, and the planet is approximately 1.25 AUs distant from it. Seeing as there is no particulate matter in the atmosphere, these factors should combine to give a light level approximately that of Earth."
    Chakotay eyed his own tricorder and examined the data it was collecting. Nothing seemed to stand out as out of the ordinary except for... "There's that energy field Harry detected. But it's a lot more extensive than we thought. It's permeating everything around us- plants, animals... even the soil."
    "Everything we can scan," Tuvok noted. "The interference from it is limiting our tricorder ranges to less than thirty meters."
    "There is an energy dampening quality to it," Chakotay agreed. 
    "That probably accounts for the low light level as well." He reached up to tap his commbadge. It was time to fill in the captain.

    Janeway listened carefully to Chakotay's initial report. "Is the energy field dangerous?"
    "Only if we stick around for an extended period... say a week or more," the first officer answered through a haze of distortion. 
    Janeway cast a glance to Harry who nodded, indicating that he was working on clearing up the signal. "And, Captain, we're having some difficulty reading your signal clearly."
    "We're having the same problem," Janeway responded. "It must be another effect from that energy field. Harry's working on clearing it up."
    "Captain, with the data from the away team's tricorders, I've got a line on identifying the field." Harry paused, not quite believing what was displayed on the panel. When he did speak, he sounded almost embarrassed. "It's a... Nega-energy field."
    "Nega-what?" Janeway exclaimed.
    "Harry, you just made that up didn't you?" Tom asked in a voice that was only half serious.
    "It sounds ridiculous to me too, but that's what the computer's saying it is," Harry said, sounding a bit defensive.
    "Nega-energy is a bioelectric field that was radiated by an entity known as the Negaforce," Seven spoke up from her position just behind Harry. She stepped out from the operations station and faced 
the captain, who was frowning. There was something familiar about that name, but she just couldn't place it. "The Negaforce itself was an extremely powerful extradimensional being that was presumably destroyed by Sailor Moon."
    If anything, Harry looked even more perplexed. "Sailor Moon?"
    Janeway snapped her fingers. "Now I remember. Jean-Luc Picard gave a brief talk about them at a Starfleet tactical conference shortly before we left. Sailor Moon is part of a group known as the Sailor 
Scouts. And while they may have the appearance of teenage girls, they possess extraordinary powers. Five years ago, they help the Enterprise-D in an encounter with a rogue Borg ship." Addressing Seven, "As I recall, Sailor Moon was briefly assimilated."
    "Correct," Seven replied.

    Chakotay stopped his tricorder scan and look around their position. He didn't hear or see anything amiss, but something was causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. It was only a feeling that something was amiss, but it was something he had learned to trust from his earliest days with the Maquis. "Captain, I don't think we're alone down here."
    "I am not detecting anything dangerous in our vicinity," Tuvok observed, be he drew out his phaser nevertheless. It was only logical to be prepared for any eventuality.
    Each of them felt a wave of pressure wash over them, and found themselves suddenly surrounded by several humanoid shaped forms. But their resemblance to other humanoids ended there, for they appeared to be more insectoid; their green skin apparently composed of a chitinous substance and their eyes large and bulging outward from their head. Before Chakotay could do or say anything, the leader heft the staff it was carrying and brought the top downward sharply in their direction. The resulting bolt of energy slammed into the Talaxian, knocking him to the ground. "Neelix!"

    "I've lost contact with the away team," Kim said urgently.
    "Voyager to Chakotay, respond," Janeway said, hoping against hope for some answer from her first officer. Unfortunately, the only response she got was silence. She turned to the operations station. "Harry, get them out of there. Now."
    Harry tried to comply but found his attempts frustrated. "I can't get a lock on them," he said. "The background energy field has intensified. It's scattering the targeting beam."
    "Try intensifying the annular confinement-" Janeway's suggestion was interrupted as the ship bucked suddenly, the intensity of the motion temporarily overwhelming the inertial dampeners. "Report!"
    Paris struggled with the helm, trying to stabilize the ship. "Something's grabbed us, Captain. We're being dragged down."
    "Full impulse," Janeway ordered instantly.
    "Full impulse, aye." Paris made the necessary inputs to the helm, then shook his head. "We've slowed, but we're still heading down."
    "We're entering the atmosphere," Seven reported.
    As if fate decided to add to their litany of troubles, the intruder alert chose that moment to sound. Now what? Janeway thought, then said somewhat tersely, "Report."
    "Multiple intruder alerts on decks five through twelve," Harry answered. "They're teleporting right through our shields." 
    "Get security teams to those areas at once," Janeway ordered Ensign Graves, who had taken Tuvok's place at tactical. She nodded and began relaying the orders. "Harry, erect forcefields on all decks."
    "Yes, Ma'am," Harry said, complying with her orders.
    "Security teams are reporting that phasers are mostly ineffective against the intruders," Graves said. "They can slow down the intruders, but not stop them."
    "Damn," Janeway swore softly. "Reinforce the forcefields protecting vital areas of the ship. Computer, disable command functions in all areas controlled by the intruders. Authorization, Janeway Gamma Echo Four Seven."
    "Command functions disabled," the computer answered.
    The deck pitched sharply again, reminding Janeway that they still had other problems. "We're still going down," Tom said needlessly for one look at the viewscreen told Janeway that. "Altitude fifty 
kilometers."
    "We have to get loose from this beam," Janeway muttered as she looked to her own console and monitored the sensor readouts for herself. An idea came to her, and a hopeful look came across her face. "Bridge to Engineering. B'Elanna, I need you to rig the warp engines to generate a warp field around the ship, set to a frequency that is counter-variant to the beam on the ship."
    "We're setting it up," the lieutenant answered. "How much warp power do you think you'll need?"
    "I'm not sure," Janeway admitted. "Maybe all of it. Or more." 
    She turned to Harry again. "Harry, I need you to set up a link between the sensors and the warp engines. The warp field needs to be on the correct frequency for this to work, and the aliens may alter it when they realize what we're doing."
    "Aye, Captain," he responded.

    "Okay, let's make this quick," B'Elanna told her people. "Carey, set up the engines to generate the field around the ship."
    "On it, Lieutenant," he said while moving over to the warp drive control console.
    B'Elanna had already turned her attention to someone else. 
    "Vorick, make sure the sensor linkup Harry is setting up is feeding into the warp drive controllers." The Vulcan nodded. Meanwhile, B'Elanna checked for herself the condition of the warp core. If the captain was right, they may need to push it to the limit and possibly beyond.

    Tom looked up from the helm, concern evident . "We better make it quick. Our altitude is nine point seven kilometers and falling."
    "We're set down here," B'Elanna's voice said over the intercom.
    "Sensor linkup to warp drive controls set," Harry added.
    "Not a moment too soon," Janeway said. "Engage!"
    Down in engineering, B'Elanna tapped the control to energize the warp coils, generating the warp field around the ship. Outside, the nacelles elevated to flight configuration and glowed a bright blue. On the bridge, Janeway could almost hear the hum from the engines as the power built up. The viewscreen display told everyone that the ship's descent to the surface was visibly slowing. "Bring the engines up to full, B'Elanna."
    "Aye, Captain."
    "I'm reading subspace fluctuations from the anomaly," Harry said, his voice taking on a note of alarm. "We're almost on top of...."
    The ship rocked again, but this time the motion was accompanied by a sudden flash of light. "We're loose!" Paris noted with relief, but it was tempered by another look at the status board. "Altitude is one kilometer. But we lost the impulse engines in the process."
    "The warp engines are offline as well," Harry added, then he began reading off the litany of damage. "Main power is down, and so's auxiliary... Captain!"
    The alarm in Harry's voice tore Tom's attention from the helm for a moment, and he could see that Harry was fully justified. 
    Captain Janeway lay sprawled on the deck, apparently unconscious. This, combined with the absence of both Chakotay and Tuvok put him in the unusual position of being in command. "Seven, see what you can do for the Captain." She nodded, already getting out the emergency medical kit stored on the bridge. "Harry, I've got to set the ship down. Set us up for an emergency landing. The thrusters are working, but they're too sluggish for my tastes." He took a quick look at the navigational sensors. "I just hope the ground is solid."
    "Perhaps solid ice would suffice," Seven put in. Mystified, Tom looked up and got a good look at the main viewscreen for the first time since they had broken free. "We appear to have been translocated to another planet, over it's polar ice cap."
    "It'll have to do," Tom said, returning his attention to the helm. "Because we aren't getting back into orbit with only emergency power."
    "I've configured the inertial dampeners for landing," Harry said. His voice seemed steady to Tom, but he had a feeling his friend was half watching Seven attend to the captain. Not that he blamed his 
friend. If the bridge had been designed differently, he'd probably be doing the same. "And I've transferred available emergency reserve to the thrusters."
    "Thanks, Harry." And now we see just how good a pilot you really are, he added silently to himself. "Altitude seven hundred meters... six hundred..." The ship chose that moment to pitch sharply. Tom 
grabbed the helm with one hand, while trying to steady the ship with the other. "Sorry about that."
    "It's our friends down below," Harry said. "They're causing disruptions in the command pathways and the ODN lines. I'm rerouting around the damage."
    Within moments Tom felt the helm grow more responsive. "That's better. Good work, Harry. Altitude two hundred meters. Extending landing struts." Four panels opened on the bottom the secondary hull 
and the landing struts deployed and locked into position. Tom made some final adjustments to the helm and settled the ship gracefully down. With the ship now landed safely on the ice, Tom was free to leave the helm. He knelt down beside Captain Janeway. "How is she?" he asked Seven.
    "Stable for now. However, I cannot find any physiological reason for her being unconscious."
    Tom knew his own medical knowledge was limited, but he still found that hard to believe. But until she did wake up, he was in command. And he knew that Captain Janeway would want him to be certain of Voyager's safety before her own. "Harry, what's the status on the intruders?"
    "Still there, but at least their numbers have stopped increasing. They may not be able to send anyone else through the anomaly. The warp engines triggered it, sending us here. That's why the beam broke." He looked up. "By the way, I just a line on what it is. It's not a wormhole at all, but a quantum flux."
    Tom shook his head. "Translation, please Harry."
    It was Seven who elaborated. "It is a spatial phenomena that can serve as a gateway between universes. Which evidently this one does."
    "Great," Tom muttered. "And we thought just being in the Delta Quadrant was bad."
    "We should be able to return via the flux in a more controlled manner," Seven stated. "But I would suggest we deal with the intruders first."
    Tom nodded in assent. "Good point. Harry, flood all compartments with the exception of the bridge and main engineering with anestazine. With luck that should knock them out."
    "If it does not, then the majority of the crew will be incapacitated," Seven pointed out.
    "Got a better idea?" Tom asked.
    "Not at present," she admitted reluctantly.
    "Releasing anestazine," Harry said. There were several moments of silence on the bridge as they waited for the results, if any. "I don't think it's working, Tom. The aliens are still moving about, and..." He paused, then swore in frustration. "I don't know how they did it, but they just knocked out the internal sensors."
    "What were they doing?"
    Harry took another quick look at the sensor record. "It looks like there are two large groups trying to force their way into engineering and the bridge." Involuntarily, everyone's eyes turned to the various bridge entrances. There was no sign at present, but no one doubted that the aliens were trying to burn their way through the force fields barring their way. "There's a few others scattered about the ship. Some form of patrols, I guess."
    "We need some form of weapon against them," Tom said. "Obviously our phasers aren't enough, even on the highest settings." He looked at Seven. "Got any ideas along those lines?"
    She looked thoughtful. "Possibly. I may be able to modify a few units to be more effective. But it would require access to Cargo Bay Two."
    Tom nodded. "Don't let me stop you, then. Harry, go with her."
    Seven didn't appear too happy with this. "I can accomplish the task myself.
    "I'm sure you can," Tom responded smoothly. "But you're still going to need someone to watch your back. Besides, two people going along can get more phasers back up here."
    Seven still didn't look happy, but she made no further objection as she followed Harry into the Jeffries tubes.

    "We had reached deck three before the aliens intercepted us. I told Ensign Kim to proceed ahead of me to Cargo Bay Two while I dealt with the immediate threat. After I had done so, I followed. Seeing that Ensign Kim had not arrived, I decided to go to Sickbay in the hopes of procuring the Doctor's help," Seven said, concluding her tale.
    "So how'd you handle the aliens back on deck two?" Jupiter asked.
    Seven fixed a steely stare at her before responding. "I am Borg."
    The tall Scout glared at Seven's back as she turned her attention to the console. "Yeah, you certainly are," she muttered.
    "Excuse me," the Doctor said to the Scouts before going up to Seven. Pitching his voice for her ears, "Seven, I realize that they've been less than friendly towards you, but that isn't an excuse for you 
to be rude in return."
    "As you noted, Doctor, it is they who have been hostile."
    "That's because you're a Borg," he retorted, his voice rising. "It's only natural that they would have hostile feelings towards you. But treating them as if they were beneath contempt isn't going to help 
matters any!" He glanced down at the console. "What are you doing, anyway?"
    "Attempting to access the internal sensors. We need to determine the disposition of the alien forces before we can proceed." She ceased her efforts, obviously frustrated. "Unfortunately, the internal sensors are still offline."
    "It looks like they're concentrated in three areas." All eyes turned to Mercury. "One is just outside a large room on deck eleven..."
    "Just outside engineering," Seven said.
    "...another is massed at what looks like an entrance to the bridge. The third is in a large room on deck two."
    The Doctor had taken this opportunity move behind her. "Deck two, section thirteen," he noted. "The mess hall. They must be using it for a command post until they can take the bridge. I doubt they're there for the cuisine."
    "There are several other life forms present there. I think they're members of your crew."
    "Wait a minute, Mercury," Sailor Moon objected. "I thought you said that you couldn't get accurate readings because of that interfering whatever."
    "That's true. But I've been working on filtering out the interference. The readings still aren't as accurate as I would like, but they'll have to do." She paused as another item appeared on her display. "Hold on. There are some instabilities beginning to show up in the quantum flux."
    Curious, Seven moved behind the Scout to look at the readouts for herself, the Doctor shifting himself to one side. "I recognize these readings. They are preparing for an interdimensional transport." In answer to the questioning looks she was getting, "The Borg have used a similar process."
    "The Borg can move between universes?" Mars asked. "What, not enough for you to assimilate here?"
    "We wished to improve ourselves," Seven stated.
    "So they're getting ready to bring in reinforcements," Tuxedo Mask mused.
    "I do not believe so," Seven replied. "It appears they are getting ready to send something through."
    "You mean they're going to teleport the whole ship through?" Sailor Moon asked.
    Seven shook her head. "Unlikely. I do not believe that they possess the power needed to teleport Voyager. And with the ship's propulsion systems damaged, they cannot lift it off the surface to make contact with the flux." 
    "Then what are they sending..." The answer hit Mercury like a thunderbolt. "The crew! They're going to transport them over. Or at least the ones they hold in the mess hall."
    "Then we better get moving," the Doctor said. He slapped the mobile emitter onto his arm, downloading his program into the small device. "We need to devise a plan, get to the armory, then move quickly once Seven has completed her task."
    "The optimal chance for success is to strike at all three areas simultaneously," Seven said. "That would give the aliens minimal time to react."
    "Sounds good to me," Venus said. "We'll split up into three groups. I'll take engineering..."
    "I'll go with you," Jupiter said, adding to herself If only to make sure you don't touch the warp core.
    "I should go to the bridge," Mercury said. "If your captain is still unconscious, I may be able to help figure out what's wrong with her."
    "I'll back you up," Mars said.
    "I guess that leaves the mess hall to me and Sailor Moon," Tuxedo Mask said.
    She looked up at him, smiling. "Hey, we're a natural team."
    The Doctor seemed satisfied. "That sounds like a reasonable disposition of our forces. Seven, you guide Venus and Jupiter to engineering; I'll go with Mars and Mercury, and..." His voice trailed off as he belatedly realized, "It seems we've run out of guides."
    "No, you haven't," a weak voice came from the surgical bay. All heads turned to look in that direction. Harry was sitting up on the biobed, looking weak but alert. "I'll go with the third team."
    "Just what do you think you're doing, Ensign?" the Doctor snapped, storming up to the medtable.
    "Like I said, I'm coming along," the ensign replied.
    "Absolutely not! I just finished putting you back together, Mr. Kim. You need time to recover."
    "I'm fine," he responded, sliding off the medtable. His next actions belied his words however, as when he attempted to stand on his own, he swayed unsteadily then hurriedly gripped the table. "Whoa."
    "Fine, are you?" The Doctor noted with some concern that Harry's face had grown visibly paler and that he was sweating profusely. The hologram quickly scanned him, but was relieved that there were no new problems detected. "I think this should demonstrate to you that you're not. You need rest, Ensign."
    "Maybe you're right," he admitted. "But you still need my help. You've already decided to split up into three teams. You and Seven can guide two of them, but who's going to guide team number three?"
    The hologram looked uneasy. "We'll find someone else."
    "Like who? Like it or not, Doc, I'm it."
    The Doctor grimaced, for it seemed that Harry did have a point. "Very well, Ensign. You'll accompany Sailor Mars and Sailor Mercury to the bridge. That way, if something does happen to you, Mercury and Lt. Paris can tend to your medical needs." He looked over to Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask. "I guess I'll be your guide to the mess hall."
    "Great," Sailor Moon said. "I'm getting a little hungry anyway."
    "What else is new?"
    "Mars!"
    The Doctor broke in before the conflict could escalate. "If Mr. Neelix left any of his cooking available, you may want to pass on it."
    "What, is his cooking that bad?" Sailor Moon asked.
    "He hasn't caused any fatalities among the crew yet, but there's always a first time."
    Jupiter smiled. "Sounds like he learned to cook the same place you did, Mina."
    "Very funny," the blonde growled.
    "We should be going then," Seven said, heading for the Jeffries tube entrance.
    "Do you really think you can make the phasers more effective against them?" Mercury asked her.
    "It should be possible by utilizing Borg technology." She paused, considering. "However, the information contained in your computer regarding the Negaforce will increase the chance of success." Without further ado, she entered.
    "Gee, thanks," Mars commented, following the Borg into the crawlway. Mercury, Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask followed her.
    The hiss of a hypo was heard, as the Doctor gave Harry an injection. "That should help you keep on you feet, Ensign. But don't overdo it."
    "Thanks, Doc." Harry slid of the biobed and slowly made his way over. Pausing for a moment as if to gather his strength, he entered.
    "Go ahead," the Doctor told the remaining Scouts. "I'll take up the rear."
    "Okay by me." Jupiter bent down and entered.
    Venus flashed the Doctor a smile before she went in. "Once more onto the beach."
    The Doctor stood stunned for a moment before he finally entered himself, calling after her "That's not how it goes!" The hatch closed with a clang, leaving the now empty Sickbay behind them.

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