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When Mary Travis turned up at Vin Tanner's quarters, the helmsman had to admit he was not surprised even though he did wonder why she was here. Mary had been a frequent visitor to his private sanctum ever since she began tutoring him on mastering Vulcan mental disciplines. Although was not as telepathically inclined as he and if truth be known, he was nowhere as good as he ought to have been, it was still Mary who managed to make the most of his potential as far as could be attained without years of training. Most Vulcans began this kind of training almost out of diapers and at his age, the best he could hope for was some rudimentary understanding of mind melds and the ability to keep his consciousness from invading others. This suited Vin just fine because the Vulcan way was not his way and as Alex often told him, there was something liberating about not being expected to be any thing particular because one was so different.
Nevertheless there were still some things about being Vulcan Vin simply could not do without knowing, especially when one came equipped with more telepathic ability than he liked. Mary had been pivotal in the questions he had needed answering from time to time and it was rather comforting to know that had he any quandaries of being what he was, he had her to turn to for assistance. Having been married to a Vulcan, Mary had an insight into the culture that he was unofficially exiled from and since most Vulcans found him to be something of an aberration any way, she was also his only source of information.
"Mary, what can I do for you?" Vin, who had just stepped out of the shower, asked when he found her standing at the door. The helmsman had fortunately slipped on a bathrobe and could confess to uttering a number of expletives when he was forced to emerge prematurely from his shower. Despite the fact that most of the Maverick's crew preferred to use the sonic showers, Vin felt that there was nothing more refreshing than the old fashioned method of soap and water. Towelling the wet strands of dark hair that were still plastered to his face as he invited her in politely, Mary said nothing as she made her entrance into his quarters.
She waited until the doors had slid to a close behind her before she chose to answer. "I just thought I'd drop in and see how you were doing." She said with an enigmatic smile.
Wrinkling his brow in confusion on why she would find that inquiry necessary when it was only a number of hours ago that they had last seen each other on the bridge, he supposed that some women's reasoning was hard to understand. Until coming on board the Maverick, Vin had not known all that many and thus chalked up his confusion to lack of experience. "I'm fine. Thanks anyway." He remarked a little bewildered as she sauntered deeper into the room before taking a seat on the sofa that was half covered with his clothes.
A typical bachelor, Vin immediately made a beeline for the chair and removed the garments hastily, rolling them up into an untidy heap in his arms before tossing them away somewhere unseen, hoping that she did not think him too much of a slob. Mary seemed bemused by his efforts and patted the space next to her in a gesture for him to sit. Something about her manner made him wary but he nevertheless complied, not having the understanding to appreciate the minefield he was walking into with that one obligatory gesture.
"Mary," Vin asked again, suddenly feeling a little anxious about the glimmer in her eyes and feeling something that was akin to alarm even though he could not understand what it was that concerned him so much. Something about her felt different. He wished he could explain it but his ignorance allowed him no further than that. "What's on your mind?"
Vin wished that she would just tell him and put an end to his speculation. He had just put in a rather lengthy stretch on the bridge and the truth was he was looking forward to having some dinner with Alex. Despite the fact that he liked Mary well enough and always had time for the lady, since she had so often returned the favour when he needed her help, Vin still could not shake the feeling that he ought to be worried.
"You're a handsome man Vin," she said silkily. Her hand moving to his brow where she flicked an errant stand of wet hair from his eyes. "I wonder if you know how much."
Oh hell.
This was the first thought that came into Vin's mind upon hearing that statement. He started to move away abruptly when he felt her other hand on his thigh, her fingertips brushing lightly against the skin. It was meant to be seductive and for a human male it would have been extremely arousing but for Vin it was rather ticklish. However, the physical sensation he felt was nothing in comparison to the blind panic he felt at recognizing the intimate overtures being made to him by the protocol officer, not just the protocol officer but the love of his best friend. He gulped visibly when another sobering thought entered his mind.
He was messing with the captain's girlfriend.
"Mary, this isn't right." Vin stuttered and started making a fresh attempt to pull away when Mary placed her hand on his cheek.
"Of course it is," she whispered. "You know deep inside that I am the only one who can show you the delights you long to feel." She drew closer until he could feel her breath on his skin and it prickled his skin and caused a tingle to ripple through his spine. He could not say whether or not it was pleasant, it was equal parts that and blind terror.
"Nobody can show me any delights," he stammered once more but Mary maintained her grip on him as Vin felt her fingers pressing against his cheekbone and temple. He was thinking fast and furiously on how to extricate himself from this situation without offending her and at the same time, not to have the practice of keelhauling revived should his captain found out what was transpiring at this moment between Vin and the woman he obviously loved. "I'm not old enough."
"Silly boy," she offered him a smile and a look that made him feel like a dumb, ignorant child. "You may not be able to partake the carnal pleasures of the flesh endemic to humans but for Vulcan's sensation does not end with touch. It transcends the physical and seduces the mind. You think that Vulcans know each other's pleasure simply by exploring the flesh? There is a more sensuous experience to be had Vin, you have just never met another Vulcan to experience it."
It was too late that he realised what she was doing when he felt the warmth pulse flooding his body. For an instance, he felt disorientated by the link that was being established and focus came when he discovered, he was not alone in more ways than mere physical presence. Vin felt his head swim as the meld took hold. She was barely able to rate as a telepath but Mary knew how to push into his mind. Mary knew how to let the raw power of his abilities in order to extend her own as she began a warm deluge of images inside his head. Pictures flashed in his mind like a kaleidoscope. At first, they appeared in his mind so rapidly that he had no time to register them. However, the images became incidental when the substance of them entered his mind.
Pleasure.
Beautiful, seductive sensation seared into his mind the likes of which he had never known. Vin stopped resisting immediately as he felt himself drift through Mary's thoughts about her heated couplings with her husband Syan. How she had done this, he had no idea but he could see Syan making love to Mary, not only could he see it but he could also feel it. Whispery touches against the skin, lips tasting, tongues dueling in heat. He felt hands running through his hair and was unaware that he was leaning back against the sofa as she started to ravage his mouth, oblivious to what was real and what was false. He wanted to fight her but it was impossible. Vin had ached to know what this was, every time he looked at Alex, he wanted to know what it was to have her touch him, to really touch him as she would touch a lover.
Headlong he felt into the ecstasy of what it felt like to be coupled with another body, to feel the incredible pressure of beatific sensation making him throb so hard, he groaned out loud. He was conscious of legs straddling him, of hands running over his face and bare chest when it splayed open his robe. He knew his mouth was being plundered this but none of it had as much effect as the mental stimulus that was slowly overwhelming him. He had no idea that his hands had snaked up her back, that his fingers were running through her golden hair, relishing the feel of every golden strand in his finger tips.
"Mary." Vin groaned once again. "How?" He managed to ask as she desisted a moment to not overload his mind.
"Does it matter Vin?" She responded before covering his lips again and used the memories she held captive as easily as she held Mary Travis herself, to bombard the inexperienced Vulcan again.
Pon Farr.
The word screamed louder than most in Mary's thoughts. The infiltrator who held control over her mind immediately latched on to the memory, forcing it to the surface until there was nothing left of the seductive sensations she was imprinting directly into Vin's mind. Although he was not mature enough to enjoy what she was doing physically, mentally he was fully developed and completely open to the onslaught she was delivering upon him with brutal intensity. He was gasping beneath her; unable to cope with anything she was forcing him to endure simply because he had never even imagined it let alone had any idea how to fight it.
Pon Farr.
Raw. Fire. Heat. Power. It flowed in through him like molten lava. It made his heart pound in his chest and the blood boil in his veins. His brain began to cook and suddenly, suddenly this was not longer pleasurable and the pain slammed into him like a thousand knives digging into his flesh. Vin's eyes opened wide and he shoved Mary off him, unaware that he had swatted her away like a flying in the doing. He stood up abruptly and felt the air escape his lungs. His thoughts shredded inside his head and all he could feel was this blinding rage as well as this overpowering need he could not control. He wantedÖhe neededÖ.
Vin looked at Mary barely registering her and seeing only Alex.
The Mary entity realized that he had been pushed to far. His mind was not ready for the most turbulent chemical change of his species' biology and the meld had forced it to surface far earlier than its time. Assessing the knowledge inside her host's mind, she realized that he was going into shock unless the link was broken but not before he vented the full desire for flesh that Pon Farr was meant to engender. His mind had to be rendered unconscious. Instinctively, she grabbed the first thing she saw in this case, a rather heavy book end and slammed it against the back of his skull. She ensured that she applied enough force to incapacitate him, not kill him, which the object was heavy enough to do. Vin who had dropped to his hands and knees hit the floor without uttering a cry of pain when Mary brought it down on him.
Her determination to save his life was purely self-serving. Had he been allowed to lapse into neural shock, there was the possibility he might die and the ship sensors would undoubtedly detect the termination of one life reading which would be relayed to the bridge. At this time, that did not serve the needs of the Many. Until they finally decided to take the nerve centre of the Maverick, nothing could alert the captain to their presence. He and the first officer had the power to shut down the ship with a word and halt their journey home in its tracks. The Many had waited too long to allow that to happen.
She stood over the unconscious Vulcan dispassionately, dropping to her knees in order to see if he was still alive. The pulse she felt confirmed that soon enough. No doubt he would wake in a few hours sporting an intense headache but then that was a few hours away and by that point in time, the Many would already have seized control of the ship so it mattered little what stories he had to tell regarding this incident. Smoothing her dress and fixing her hair back into place, Mary Travis stepped over Vin and made her way to the door. She only hoped that that the others were moving against their assignments with as much success as she had neutralized her target.
Buck Wilmington was starting to get exasperated. He had been on the bridge for some hours now, unable to contact the Captain who always seemed to be unavailable whenever the first officer made some attempt to contact him. Chris had disappeared some hours ago and seemed to be hiding out in the holodeck with specific instructions that no one was to bother him. When Buck had tried to make some sense as to the reason for such an extreme order, the response he got in return convinced him to let the matter rest until Chris was ready to talk about it whenever that might be. Despite Chris' odd behavior, things seemed to be running smoothly. Engineering had reported a malfunction in one the transporter tubes and was presently taking steps to repair it, necessitating it being taken off line for the duration. However, other than that minor hiccup, the Maverick was running business as usual.
The bridge was actually rather quiet. Ezra had ended his duty shift a few hour ago, not long after Chris had decided that it was time for him to get some time in the holodeck. Vin had been relieved of the con and was no doubt getting some slack time in his quarters. Alex had not been seen of or heard from since she had begun her study of the alien artifact although this in itself was not unusual. The science officer was known to disappear into such mental sabbaticals when a particularly difficult problem pitted itself against her formidable acumen. Buck had no doubts that she would turn up after learning everything one could possibly ascertain about the artifact with an equally lengthy report. With the exception of himself , JD was the only other member of the senior staff on the bridge.
"So how long until we get to Pacifica?" Buck asked.
"She's nine hours away Buck." JD responded with a sigh.
Buck could tell that the young man was bored and itching for something to happen. Unfortunately, it did not look like much in the way of excitement would be coming at them when their course heading was taking them to a pleasure palace. It appeared that the only excitement they were going to be enjoying this trip was the recovery of the artifact they had found earlier today and somehow Buck did not believe that JD would be terribly enthused by that. However, Buck supposed no ensign truly could be satisfied with anything that did not echo trumpets of glory and mystery. All young ensigns had their time to learn patience. Buck had endured his, just as Chris had and even Ezra. Now it was JD's time.
"Get used to it junior." Buck said with a hint of affection, remembering how young JD was despite his ability to handle himself. "The problem with the exploration of space is a lot of time there's nothing but just plain old space in between the big discoveries."
JD frowned and nodded begrudgingly. "I guess so." The younger man accepted that he had to pay his dues and found himself glad that they would soon be at Pacifica where he could feel sunshine on his skin and fresh air in his lungs that was not recycled or ventilated but just the pure natural product.
Suddenly the turbo lift doors slid open and deposited Alexandra Styles onto the bridge. The science officer scanned the bridge, no doubt wondering where everybody had gone while clutching a data pad in her hand. When she realised that it was only Buck in the room, she made her way down to the floor of the command chair and addressed him.
"Commander, I've finished my analysis of the artifact." She announced.
"Oh good," Buck said with relief. At last, something to break the tedium. This day was getting to be too much of a crawl for his liking and though he hated to show it to the other members of the bridge crew, he was getting bored out of his mind too. "I'm all ears Commander, lay it on me."
"Actually," she met his gaze with an expression in her eyes he could not quite read. "I think I should do this in private."
Buck tensed. Such a request was not made lightly and usually indicated trouble. Instinctively, he began to feel guilty asking for excitement when it usually turned out to be a gift not worth the trouble it caused. "Something wrong?"
"No, not at all." She said pleasantly. "However, I would like to see you alone."
His brown furrowed in confusion as he tried to make sense of her request and decided that this was no nonsense Alex who did not know what trivial meant even if it came and bit her on the butt. She did not waste people's time with incidentals and if she requested of him an audience in private, then she usually had a very good reason for doing so.
"Alright," he nodded and glanced at JD who appeared to be burning with curiosity to know what it was that Alex had found and looked somewhat disappointed when Buck had conceded to her request to make her report in private. "Let's take it to the Captain's ready room, I'm sure he won't mind." Buck rose to his feet and gestured Alex to the Captain's inner sanctum.
Alex nodded and strode across the floor with Buck following close behind as they disappeared into the confines of the captain's ready room in order to have their little talk. Buck was somewhat curious himself as to the reason for her enigmatic request and then told himself to give up trying to figure out Alex because that was one woman he would never understand. The only one who was at all equipped to unravel that particular riddle of the female gender was Vin Tanner.
"Okay Alex," Buck said once the door had slid close behind them giving the two most senior officers of the Maverick after the captain himself, the privacy that they required. "What's going on?"
What was going on was beyond Buck's ability to comprehend when Alex turned around, closed the distance between them into two short steps before grabbing hold of his collar and pulling her to him just in time to catch his mouth with her own. As he felt her tongue slid past his teeth, exploring the moist cavern of his mouth as she guided him to the nearby wall, Buck felt his breath literally stolen away by the power of those incredible lips devouring him with unbridled passion.
"Alex!" Buck recovered his senses enough to push her away so that he could regain his senses and ask someone if hell had indeed frozen over by the fact that she was here now, doing what she was. This was Alex whom he considered one of his best friends, whom since the day she arrived on the Maverick had revealed to him that while she valued his friendship, it was clear that she thought him to be a womanizing pig. "What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing yet," she said with a husky voice. "Give it another five minutes and who know?" The suggestive gleam in her brown eyes left no doubt as to what she was intending to happen between the two of them.
"Weren't you the one who said this morning that...." He stammered, still too commingled with astonishment to offer any other comment then that muted response.
"I know what I said." Alex responded kissing his neck lightly as she pinned him up against the wall, her body pressing against him as her hand molded to his rapidly hardening member.
"Oh god," He groaned slightly when she found it and started stroking it gently through the fabric. What she was doing with her hand was magical and his cry of pleasure only forced her mouth against his again as she plundered his lips with even greater intensity. "Alex, stop. This isn't right." He moaned as her moist lips moved down his neck and began nibbling at the skin there, all the while her hand gliding over his erection, coaxing it to reach a point where he would no longer be able to pull back until he had taken her. "Vin is my friend."
She stopped and met his gaze. "Vin can't give me what I need." Her eyes burned with hunger and there was something about her manner was animalistic, menacing, inherently dangerous and so goddamn sexy that she damn near capable of shattering his resolve with just the promise of what he saw there. "I need you Buck." She whispered in his ear. "I need you to ride me so hard, I'll never remember what happened to me with those Cardassians. Show me how love is made properly Buck. Touch me the way you always wanted to touch me and I'll make you scream with pleasure by the time we're done."
As she slid to her knees and he felt the beginnings of ecstasy being delivered to him by way of those heavenly lips, one errant thought flashed through his mind when he felt himself plunged head long into exquisite sensation.
How the hell was he going to tell JD what the report was about.
"Any luck?" Nathan asked Rain after she had pried open the panel of the turbo lift they were presently trapped within. It had been almost two hours now since they had been locked inside the lift following their short-lived attempt to escape from Four Corners where Inez and a mob had tried to capture them. Unfortunately their flight seemed to have ended inside these narrow confines of what was meant to be their escape route and despite numerous efforts by both to contact someone who could help them, it seemed that they were well and truly caught in a trap of their own making.
"No," Rain slammed the panel shut with a huff, clearly disappointed by her lack of success. Their com badges did not work and by the looks of it, someone had completely disengaged the turbo lift from the rest of the ship. There was not even power enough for the lights and both of them were sitting on the floor of the lift, bathed in the reddish glow of emergency lighting. "We've been taken off line."
"They have engineering." Nathan retorted.
"They?" Rain looked at him.
"Whoever it is that has taken over the ship." He answered, having spent considerable time trying to unravel the mystery of what was going on while Rain had been trying to reactivate the lift. As a scientist, his creed was logical deduction and as he replayed the events in his mind, trying to discern just when the trouble had started, he found that it all seemed to coincide with the arrival of the artifact. Everything seemed to coincide with that one event. Suddenly, something else made sense to Nathan to and the flash of insight that came to him at that instant explained everything else as well.
"You're a Trill." He stared at Rain.
"I'm glad to see those years at doctor school didn't go to waste." She grumbled and not really listening because she was searching their prison to find an alternate way of escaping if they could not rely upon someone coming to help them.
"Thanks," Nathan deadpanned and continued. "Let's assume that it's not a virus or some strange disease and something has taken over the ship. An alien entity perhaps."
"Not perhaps," Rain retorted. "Most likely. Where did it come from?" She asked, since they were playing 20 questions.
"The artifact that we beamed on board earlier today." Nathan replied automatically. "It was some kind of storage device, we worked out that much before we got it on board."
"Okay," she nodded, becoming more and more interested in what he was saying. "What it would have stored?"
"Not what," Nathan replied. "Who."
Rain turned sharply to him. "You mean you think something was alive in the artifact and it's taken over the crew?"
"Not alive as in having a body," he quickly responded, not wanting to mislead her. "Alive as in consciousness. If a symbiote can store the personality of every host its lived in why cannot the same be done in a different manner? Whatever that artifact is, we know that it was for storing something. What if by bringing it in contact with flesh and blood life, we gave it access to use our bodies?"
"But why just women?" Rain demanded because what he was saying did sound plausible to a certain extent. "And why not me?"
"Because you are not alone in your mind." He explained and it was this point that allowed him to deduce the rest. "You are several personalities in one mind. An invading entity may not have been able to defeat all the minds you carry inside you. That's why you heard all the host voices scream, that's why when Alex....." his voice drifted off as things became clearer. "Alex would have been the carrier. She was assigned to examine that thing. Chances are she would have been the first to make contact with it."
"When she touched me, she was trying to pass it, whatever it is, on!" Rain exclaimed, understanding now what happened. "That's why she did not follow me in when I collapsed in the lift!"
"That's right," Nathan nodded. "That's why they're after us now because they knew it did not work with you when they tried to infect you."
"Oh damn Nathan," she swallowed truly appreciating the magnitude of the crisis the Maverick was facing. "We have to get out of here. We have to warn the bridge."
"Well I am open to suggestions." He frowned gesturing to their surroundings. "This isn't exactly my field of expertise. I'm a doctor, not Harry Houdini."
"I have an idea," she confessed after a brief pause. She had not wished to take this course and hoped to use it as a last resort but clarification by Nathan regarding their situation told Rain that this was the only way out and they would have to take it. "How good a climber are you?"
"I can do trees." Nathan answered automatically as he saw her gaze shifting to the service hatch on ceiling of the turbo lift.
"We're going to have to climb up the Jeffrey's tube and several decks to get to the bridge." She said with a sigh. "Can you manage?"
"Rain," he said putting his hands on her waist and lifting her up towards the hatch. "We don't have a choice. I'll manage."
When Mary Travis turned up at Vin Tanner's quarters, the helmsman had to admit he was not surprised even though he did wonder why she was here. Mary had been a frequent visitor to his private sanctum ever since she began tutoring him on mastering Vulcan mental disciplines. Although was not as telepathically inclined as he and if truth be known, he was nowhere as good as he ought to have been, it was still Mary who managed to make the most of his potential as far as could be attained without years of training. Most Vulcans began this kind of training almost out of diapers and at his age, the best he could hope for was some rudimentary understanding of mind melds and the ability to keep his consciousness from invading others. This suited Vin just fine because the Vulcan way was not his way and as Alex often told him, there was something liberating about not being expected to be any thing particular because one was so different.
Nevertheless there were still some things about being Vulcan Vin simply could not do without knowing, especially when one came equipped with more telepathic ability than he liked. Mary had been pivotal in the questions he had needed answering from time to time and it was rather comforting to know that had he any quandaries of being what he was, he had her to turn to for assistance. Having been married to a Vulcan, Mary had an insight into the culture that he was unofficially exiled from and since most Vulcans found him to be something of an aberration any way, she was also his only source of information.
"Mary, what can I do for you?" Vin, who had just stepped out of the shower, asked when he found her standing at the door. The helmsman had fortunately slipped on a bathrobe and could confess to uttering a number of expletives when he was forced to emerge prematurely from his shower. Despite the fact that most of the Maverick's crew preferred to use the sonic showers, Vin felt that there was nothing more refreshing than the old fashioned method of soap and water. Towelling the wet strands of dark hair that were still plastered to his face as he invited her in politely, Mary said nothing as she made her entrance into his quarters.
She waited until the doors had slid to a close behind her before she chose to answer. "I just thought I'd drop in and see how you were doing." She said with an enigmatic smile.
Wrinkling his brow in confusion on why she would find that inquiry necessary when it was only a number of hours ago that they had last seen each other on the bridge, he supposed that some women's reasoning was hard to understand. Until coming on board the Maverick, Vin had not known all that many and thus chalked up his confusion to lack of experience. "I'm fine. Thanks anyway." He remarked a little bewildered as she sauntered deeper into the room before taking a seat on the sofa that was half covered with his clothes.
A typical bachelor, Vin immediately made a beeline for the chair and removed the garments hastily, rolling them up into an untidy heap in his arms before tossing them away somewhere unseen, hoping that she did not think him too much of a slob. Mary seemed bemused by his efforts and patted the space next to her in a gesture for him to sit. Something about her manner made him wary but he nevertheless complied, not having the understanding to appreciate the minefield he was walking into with that one obligatory gesture.
"Mary," Vin asked again, suddenly feeling a little anxious about the glimmer in her eyes and feeling something that was akin to alarm even though he could not understand what it was that concerned him so much. Something about her felt different. He wished he could explain it but his ignorance allowed him no further than that. "What's on your mind?"
Vin wished that she would just tell him and put an end to his speculation. He had just put in a rather lengthy stretch on the bridge and the truth was he was looking forward to having some dinner with Alex. Despite the fact that he liked Mary well enough and always had time for the lady, since she had so often returned the favour when he needed her help, Vin still could not shake the feeling that he ought to be worried.
"You're a handsome man Vin," she said silkily. Her hand moving to his brow where she flicked an errant stand of wet hair from his eyes. "I wonder if you know how much."
Oh hell.
This was the first thought that came into Vin's mind upon hearing that statement. He started to move away abruptly when he felt her other hand on his thigh, her fingertips brushing lightly against the skin. It was meant to be seductive and for a human male it would have been extremely arousing but for Vin it was rather ticklish. However, the physical sensation he felt was nothing in comparison to the blind panic he felt at recognizing the intimate overtures being made to him by the protocol officer, not just the protocol officer but the love of his best friend. He gulped visibly when another sobering thought entered his mind.
He was messing with the captain's girlfriend.
"Mary, this isn't right." Vin stuttered and started making a fresh attempt to pull away when Mary placed her hand on his cheek.
"Of course it is," she whispered. "You know deep inside that I am the only one who can show you the delights you long to feel." She drew closer until he could feel her breath on his skin and it prickled his skin and caused a tingle to ripple through his spine. He could not say whether or not it was pleasant, it was equal parts that and blind terror.
"Nobody can show me any delights," he stammered once more but Mary maintained her grip on him as Vin felt her fingers pressing against his cheekbone and temple. He was thinking fast and furiously on how to extricate himself from this situation without offending her and at the same time, not to have the practice of keelhauling revived should his captain found out what was transpiring at this moment between Vin and the woman he obviously loved. "I'm not old enough."
"Silly boy," she offered him a smile and a look that made him feel like a dumb, ignorant child. "You may not be able to partake the carnal pleasures of the flesh endemic to humans but for Vulcan's sensation does not end with touch. It transcends the physical and seduces the mind. You think that Vulcans know each other's pleasure simply by exploring the flesh? There is a more sensuous experience to be had Vin, you have just never met another Vulcan to experience it."
It was too late that he realised what she was doing when he felt the warmth pulse flooding his body. For an instance, he felt disorientated by the link that was being established and focus came when he discovered, he was not alone in more ways than mere physical presence. Vin felt his head swim as the meld took hold. She was barely able to rate as a telepath but Mary knew how to push into his mind. Mary knew how to let the raw power of his abilities in order to extend her own as she began a warm deluge of images inside his head. Pictures flashed in his mind like a kaleidoscope. At first, they appeared in his mind so rapidly that he had no time to register them. However, the images became incidental when the substance of them entered his mind.
Pleasure.
Beautiful, seductive sensation seared into his mind the likes of which he had never known. Vin stopped resisting immediately as he felt himself drift through Mary's thoughts about her heated couplings with her husband Syan. How she had done this, he had no idea but he could see Syan making love to Mary, not only could he see it but he could also feel it. Whispery touches against the skin, lips tasting, tongues dueling in heat. He felt hands running through his hair and was unaware that he was leaning back against the sofa as she started to ravage his mouth, oblivious to what was real and what was false. He wanted to fight her but it was impossible. Vin had ached to know what this was, every time he looked at Alex, he wanted to know what it was to have her touch him, to really touch him as she would touch a lover.
Headlong he felt into the ecstasy of what it felt like to be coupled with another body, to feel the incredible pressure of beatific sensation making him throb so hard, he groaned out loud. He was conscious of legs straddling him, of hands running over his face and bare chest when it splayed open his robe. He knew his mouth was being plundered this but none of it had as much effect as the mental stimulus that was slowly overwhelming him. He had no idea that his hands had snaked up her back, that his fingers were running through her golden hair, relishing the feel of every golden strand in his finger tips.
"Mary." Vin groaned once again. "How?" He managed to ask as she desisted a moment to not overload his mind.
"Does it matter Vin?" She responded before covering his lips again and used the memories she held captive as easily as she held Mary Travis herself, to bombard the inexperienced Vulcan again.
Pon Farr.
The word screamed louder than most in Mary's thoughts. The infiltrator who held control over her mind immediately latched on to the memory, forcing it to the surface until there was nothing left of the seductive sensations she was imprinting directly into Vin's mind. Although he was not mature enough to enjoy what she was doing physically, mentally he was fully developed and completely open to the onslaught she was delivering upon him with brutal intensity. He was gasping beneath her; unable to cope with anything she was forcing him to endure simply because he had never even imagined it let alone had any idea how to fight it.
Pon Farr.
Raw. Fire. Heat. Power. It flowed in through him like molten lava. It made his heart pound in his chest and the blood boil in his veins. His brain began to cook and suddenly, suddenly this was not longer pleasurable and the pain slammed into him like a thousand knives digging into his flesh. Vin's eyes opened wide and he shoved Mary off him, unaware that he had swatted her away like a flying in the doing. He stood up abruptly and felt the air escape his lungs. His thoughts shredded inside his head and all he could feel was this blinding rage as well as this overpowering need he could not control. He wantedÖhe neededÖ.
Vin looked at Mary barely registering her and seeing only Alex.
The Mary entity realized that he had been pushed to far. His mind was not ready for the most turbulent chemical change of his species' biology and the meld had forced it to surface far earlier than its time. Assessing the knowledge inside her host's mind, she realized that he was going into shock unless the link was broken but not before he vented the full desire for flesh that Pon Farr was meant to engender. His mind had to be rendered unconscious. Instinctively, she grabbed the first thing she saw in this case, a rather heavy book end and slammed it against the back of his skull. She ensured that she applied enough force to incapacitate him, not kill him, which the object was heavy enough to do. Vin who had dropped to his hands and knees hit the floor without uttering a cry of pain when Mary brought it down on him.
Her determination to save his life was purely self-serving. Had he been allowed to lapse into neural shock, there was the possibility he might die and the ship sensors would undoubtedly detect the termination of one life reading which would be relayed to the bridge. At this time, that did not serve the needs of the Many. Until they finally decided to take the nerve centre of the Maverick, nothing could alert the captain to their presence. He and the first officer had the power to shut down the ship with a word and halt their journey home in its tracks. The Many had waited too long to allow that to happen.
She stood over the unconscious Vulcan dispassionately, dropping to her knees in order to see if he was still alive. The pulse she felt confirmed that soon enough. No doubt he would wake in a few hours sporting an intense headache but then that was a few hours away and by that point in time, the Many would already have seized control of the ship so it mattered little what stories he had to tell regarding this incident. Smoothing her dress and fixing her hair back into place, Mary Travis stepped over Vin and made her way to the door. She only hoped that that the others were moving against their assignments with as much success as she had neutralized her target.
Buck Wilmington was starting to get exasperated. He had been on the bridge for some hours now, unable to contact the Captain who always seemed to be unavailable whenever the first officer made some attempt to contact him. Chris had disappeared some hours ago and seemed to be hiding out in the holodeck with specific instructions that no one was to bother him. When Buck had tried to make some sense as to the reason for such an extreme order, the response he got in return convinced him to let the matter rest until Chris was ready to talk about it whenever that might be. Despite Chris' odd behavior, things seemed to be running smoothly. Engineering had reported a malfunction in one the transporter tubes and was presently taking steps to repair it, necessitating it being taken off line for the duration. However, other than that minor hiccup, the Maverick was running business as usual.
The bridge was actually rather quiet. Ezra had ended his duty shift a few hour ago, not long after Chris had decided that it was time for him to get some time in the holodeck. Vin had been relieved of the con and was no doubt getting some slack time in his quarters. Alex had not been seen of or heard from since she had begun her study of the alien artifact although this in itself was not unusual. The science officer was known to disappear into such mental sabbaticals when a particularly difficult problem pitted itself against her formidable acumen. Buck had no doubts that she would turn up after learning everything one could possibly ascertain about the artifact with an equally lengthy report. With the exception of himself , JD was the only other member of the senior staff on the bridge.
"So how long until we get to Pacifica?" Buck asked.
"She's nine hours away Buck." JD responded with a sigh.
Buck could tell that the young man was bored and itching for something to happen. Unfortunately, it did not look like much in the way of excitement would be coming at them when their course heading was taking them to a pleasure palace. It appeared that the only excitement they were going to be enjoying this trip was the recovery of the artifact they had found earlier today and somehow Buck did not believe that JD would be terribly enthused by that. However, Buck supposed no ensign truly could be satisfied with anything that did not echo trumpets of glory and mystery. All young ensigns had their time to learn patience. Buck had endured his, just as Chris had and even Ezra. Now it was JD's time.
"Get used to it junior." Buck said with a hint of affection, remembering how young JD was despite his ability to handle himself. "The problem with the exploration of space is a lot of time there's nothing but just plain old space in between the big discoveries."
JD frowned and nodded begrudgingly. "I guess so." The younger man accepted that he had to pay his dues and found himself glad that they would soon be at Pacifica where he could feel sunshine on his skin and fresh air in his lungs that was not recycled or ventilated but just the pure natural product.
Suddenly the turbo lift doors slid open and deposited Alexandra Styles onto the bridge. The science officer scanned the bridge, no doubt wondering where everybody had gone while clutching a data pad in her hand. When she realised that it was only Buck in the room, she made her way down to the floor of the command chair and addressed him.
"Commander, I've finished my analysis of the artifact." She announced.
"Oh good," Buck said with relief. At last, something to break the tedium. This day was getting to be too much of a crawl for his liking and though he hated to show it to the other members of the bridge crew, he was getting bored out of his mind too. "I'm all ears Commander, lay it on me."
"Actually," she met his gaze with an expression in her eyes he could not quite read. "I think I should do this in private."
Buck tensed. Such a request was not made lightly and usually indicated trouble. Instinctively, he began to feel guilty asking for excitement when it usually turned out to be a gift not worth the trouble it caused. "Something wrong?"
"No, not at all." She said pleasantly. "However, I would like to see you alone."
His brown furrowed in confusion as he tried to make sense of her request and decided that this was no nonsense Alex who did not know what trivial meant even if it came and bit her on the butt. She did not waste people's time with incidentals and if she requested of him an audience in private, then she usually had a very good reason for doing so.
"Alright," he nodded and glanced at JD who appeared to be burning with curiosity to know what it was that Alex had found and looked somewhat disappointed when Buck had conceded to her request to make her report in private. "Let's take it to the Captain's ready room, I'm sure he won't mind." Buck rose to his feet and gestured Alex to the Captain's inner sanctum.
Alex nodded and strode across the floor with Buck following close behind as they disappeared into the confines of the captain's ready room in order to have their little talk. Buck was somewhat curious himself as to the reason for her enigmatic request and then told himself to give up trying to figure out Alex because that was one woman he would never understand. The only one who was at all equipped to unravel that particular riddle of the female gender was Vin Tanner.
"Okay Alex," Buck said once the door had slid close behind them giving the two most senior officers of the Maverick after the captain himself, the privacy that they required. "What's going on?"
What was going on was beyond Buck's ability to comprehend when Alex turned around, closed the distance between them into two short steps before grabbing hold of his collar and pulling her to him just in time to catch his mouth with her own. As he felt her tongue slid past his teeth, exploring the moist cavern of his mouth as she guided him to the nearby wall, Buck felt his breath literally stolen away by the power of those incredible lips devouring him with unbridled passion.
"Alex!" Buck recovered his senses enough to push her away so that he could regain his senses and ask someone if hell had indeed frozen over by the fact that she was here now, doing what she was. This was Alex whom he considered one of his best friends, whom since the day she arrived on the Maverick had revealed to him that while she valued his friendship, it was clear that she thought him to be a womanizing pig. "What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing yet," she said with a husky voice. "Give it another five minutes and who know?" The suggestive gleam in her brown eyes left no doubt as to what she was intending to happen between the two of them.
"Weren't you the one who said this morning that...." He stammered, still too commingled with astonishment to offer any other comment then that muted response.
"I know what I said." Alex responded kissing his neck lightly as she pinned him up against the wall, her body pressing against him as her hand molded to his rapidly hardening member.
"Oh god," He groaned slightly when she found it and started stroking it gently through the fabric. What she was doing with her hand was magical and his cry of pleasure only forced her mouth against his again as she plundered his lips with even greater intensity. "Alex, stop. This isn't right." He moaned as her moist lips moved down his neck and began nibbling at the skin there, all the while her hand gliding over his erection, coaxing it to reach a point where he would no longer be able to pull back until he had taken her. "Vin is my friend."
She stopped and met his gaze. "Vin can't give me what I need." Her eyes burned with hunger and there was something about her manner was animalistic, menacing, inherently dangerous and so goddamn sexy that she damn near capable of shattering his resolve with just the promise of what he saw there. "I need you Buck." She whispered in his ear. "I need you to ride me so hard, I'll never remember what happened to me with those Cardassians. Show me how love is made properly Buck. Touch me the way you always wanted to touch me and I'll make you scream with pleasure by the time we're done."
As she slid to her knees and he felt the beginnings of ecstasy being delivered to him by way of those heavenly lips, one errant thought flashed through his mind when he felt himself plunged head long into exquisite sensation.
How the hell was he going to tell JD what the report was about.
"Any luck?" Nathan asked Rain after she had pried open the panel of the turbo lift they were presently trapped within. It had been almost two hours now since they had been locked inside the lift following their short-lived attempt to escape from Four Corners where Inez and a mob had tried to capture them. Unfortunately their flight seemed to have ended inside these narrow confines of what was meant to be their escape route and despite numerous efforts by both to contact someone who could help them, it seemed that they were well and truly caught in a trap of their own making.
"No," Rain slammed the panel shut with a huff, clearly disappointed by her lack of success. Their com badges did not work and by the looks of it, someone had completely disengaged the turbo lift from the rest of the ship. There was not even power enough for the lights and both of them were sitting on the floor of the lift, bathed in the reddish glow of emergency lighting. "We've been taken off line."
"They have engineering." Nathan retorted.
"They?" Rain looked at him.
"Whoever it is that has taken over the ship." He answered, having spent considerable time trying to unravel the mystery of what was going on while Rain had been trying to reactivate the lift. As a scientist, his creed was logical deduction and as he replayed the events in his mind, trying to discern just when the trouble had started, he found that it all seemed to coincide with the arrival of the artifact. Everything seemed to coincide with that one event. Suddenly, something else made sense to Nathan to and the flash of insight that came to him at that instant explained everything else as well.
"You're a Trill." He stared at Rain.
"I'm glad to see those years at doctor school didn't go to waste." She grumbled and not really listening because she was searching their prison to find an alternate way of escaping if they could not rely upon someone coming to help them.
"Thanks," Nathan deadpanned and continued. "Let's assume that it's not a virus or some strange disease and something has taken over the ship. An alien entity perhaps."
"Not perhaps," Rain retorted. "Most likely. Where did it come from?" She asked, since they were playing 20 questions.
"The artifact that we beamed on board earlier today." Nathan replied automatically. "It was some kind of storage device, we worked out that much before we got it on board."
"Okay," she nodded, becoming more and more interested in what he was saying. "What it would have stored?"
"Not what," Nathan replied. "Who."
Rain turned sharply to him. "You mean you think something was alive in the artifact and it's taken over the crew?"
"Not alive as in having a body," he quickly responded, not wanting to mislead her. "Alive as in consciousness. If a symbiote can store the personality of every host its lived in why cannot the same be done in a different manner? Whatever that artifact is, we know that it was for storing something. What if by bringing it in contact with flesh and blood life, we gave it access to use our bodies?"
"But why just women?" Rain demanded because what he was saying did sound plausible to a certain extent. "And why not me?"
"Because you are not alone in your mind." He explained and it was this point that allowed him to deduce the rest. "You are several personalities in one mind. An invading entity may not have been able to defeat all the minds you carry inside you. That's why you heard all the host voices scream, that's why when Alex....." his voice drifted off as things became clearer. "Alex would have been the carrier. She was assigned to examine that thing. Chances are she would have been the first to make contact with it."
"When she touched me, she was trying to pass it, whatever it is, on!" Rain exclaimed, understanding now what happened. "That's why she did not follow me in when I collapsed in the lift!"
"That's right," Nathan nodded. "That's why they're after us now because they knew it did not work with you when they tried to infect you."
"Oh damn Nathan," she swallowed truly appreciating the magnitude of the crisis the Maverick was facing. "We have to get out of here. We have to warn the bridge."
"Well I am open to suggestions." He frowned gesturing to their surroundings. "This isn't exactly my field of expertise. I'm a doctor, not Harry Houdini."
"I have an idea," she confessed after a brief pause. She had not wished to take this course and hoped to use it as a last resort but clarification by Nathan regarding their situation told Rain that this was the only way out and they would have to take it. "How good a climber are you?"
"I can do trees." Nathan answered automatically as he saw her gaze shifting to the service hatch on ceiling of the turbo lift.
"We're going to have to climb up the Jeffrey's tube and several decks to get to the bridge." She said with a sigh. "Can you manage?"
"Rain," he said putting his hands on her waist and lifting her up towards the hatch. "We don't have a choice. I'll manage."
"How much farther?" Nathan Jackson asked Rain as he looked up the long tunnel that was the Jeffrey's tubes into which they had emerged once they had escaped the turbo lift. It was just a matter of time before those who had taken the ship and had trapped them there would come looking for them and if not, they could not remain languishing in its narrow confines while the Maverick was being over run. Nathan knew that chances were good that the bridge had no idea what was going on yet. Judging by the effort the enemy had invested in keeping them from reaching the bridge by deactivation of the turbo lift and disconnection of their com badges, the taking of the Maverick depended on getting around Chris Larabee.
In this anyway, Nathan could understand their trepidation. Chris did not miss anything and an a full frontal assault by the enemy would only make the commander of the Maverick react with extreme prejudice and Chris Larabee acting with extreme prejudice usually meant an equally extreme consequence if they failed. Besides, Chris could shut down the bridge with a word and so Nathan guessed that the invaders had chosen a more subtle attack. It was highly likely that the enemy would leave the bridge until last and thus it gave Nathan and Rain some time to warn the senior staff before the move was made to take it. However, Nathan was also afraid that they might have already moved against the bridge since the Captain was not in the least aware that his female officers were not who they appeared to be.
Whatever had taken over the female officers of the ship, Nathan had yet to determine whether it was indeed an alien entity or some form unknown space dementia never before encountered by any Starfleet vessel, Nathan was almost certain that a great many women on board were affected. Unfortuntely, it appeared that two of these women had easy access to the bridge, where their actions might not be questioned until it was too late. Alexandra Styles was most certainly effected, Nathan decided. She had been the first to encounter the artifact and it would be from her that the others were taken over. The fact that the turbo lift had been disengaged and simply left where it was without even an investigation when the computer would have indicated signs of passengers, indicated to Nathan that it took Julia Pemberton's rank and expertise as an Engineer who accomplished this.
Nathan felt beads of sweat running down his back and felt his arms strain as they continued to climb up the endless row of rungs against the side of the tube in their efforts to reach the bridge. The climb was long and arduous and worse yet, they were a long way from reaching the bridge. While Nathan had no difficulty making the climb, having been an active participant of Starfleet survival training, Nathan knew that their problem was not scaling the distance required but rather being allowed. Beneath them, the turbo lift sat dormant and unmoving because of its enforce inactivity that the enemy had forced it to endure but if it were to start moving, Nathan shuddered to think where they could hide to escape its path.
"Another twelve decks." Rain replied, studying her surroundings closely. Although to Nathan one level of the Jeffrey's tube looked no different than the other. It was an entirely different thing for Rain. She was technical staff whose business it was to know every nook and cranny of this ship as it was his duty to be completely well versed in all the different physiology of life forms he was required to treat.
"Rain," Nathan asked glancing anxiously down at the turbo lift. "What would happen to us if the turbo lift starts moving?"
"You mean before or after we get crushed to a pulp?" She responded to his question with one of her own, delivered with a little smile of mischief as she glanced down at him.
"Nevermind," the healer gulped visibly. "That answer just painted a picture that speaks a thousand words."
Rain knew she ought not to be teasing him because he was unaccustomed to this kind of labor not to mention forced to solve a problem that did not necessitate him being in front of a microscope for hours on end. "Relax," she assured him mostly of out guilt. "You don't have to worry. The minute it looks like the turbo lift is going to be activated and in case there is personnel conducting maintenance, the computer lets them know."
"What if the alert protocols have been disabled?" He threw another question at her and Rain had to confess that this time, it was not so easy to answer.
"Normally, emergency lights activate and they are independent of any of the usual safety protocols. They operate from a different system so they remain unaffected by tampering. Why do you ask?' She inquired as she pulled herself up another run and felt the ache all the way down their toes. They had climbed quite a distance and though she was healthy enough to endure it, she confessed that tomorrow if they survived that is, would see her suffering for the exertions of today.
"Emergency lights." Nathan mused softly and for a moment he did not speak but also continued climbing nonetheless.
"Yeah," Rain nodded. "That's about a dozen procedures in place for anything to function on board a starship," she explained. "If I told you how many backup relays and safety precautions I have to go through with transporting people, you'll never again worry about having your atoms scrambled. A core of Starfleet Engineers get together just to see how much abuse they can hurl at everything that gets put on a starship and then try to imagine what they can come up with that's completely beyond the scope of anything one might experience in space."
"How comforting," Nathan said dryly. "So these little lights that have just flicked on the topside of the turbo lift are nothing to worry about?"
Rain froze.
"Lights?" She winced inwardly.
"Yeah," Nathan nodded staring at small bulbs that had just flickered on. They did not seem to do much else except illuminate the top of the turbo lift and were not quite bright enough to create any illumination inside the tunnel that was any good to them. "About a second ago."
"Oh." She nodded and then braced herself to tell him. However, firs, her eyes searched the area for where they were. Twelve decks and still nowhere close to the bridge, she decided. However, she realized with a flash of inspiration, they were just a deck away from SickBay. At the very least, it would be of small comfort to him when Rain told Nathan what was about to transpire.
"Uh Nathan?" She said starting to climb faster. The nearest deck doors were only dozen or more rungs away.
"What?" There was something in her voice he did not like. Something that made him look up instantly.
"Start climbing!" She declared just as the low hum of the turbo lift below them echoed after them.
"Oh hell!" Nathan exclaimed in fright and quickened his pace as he scrambled up the ladder after her. The turbo lift was still motionless but Nathan was not about to look behind him for a visual confirmation of that fact.
"Don't worry, " Rain called down as she puffed up the rungs. "It has a two minute initialization protocol when its force to make a cool start!"
"Oh how nice!" Nathan growled as he hauled himself up another rung and continued keeping his eyes focussed on the doors that led to the nearest deck. He did not care even if he ended up in the same place they had left as long as they escaped this dark passageway before they ended up on the side of a speeding turbo lift like an insect caught on the plexiglass shield of a speeding hovercar.
"We're almost there!" She cried out as the doors that led to salvation came in sight. "We're only a few meters away."
Suddenly, the turbo lift heaved into action and began its gradual climb towards them. It covered the distance quickly even though the lone occupants inside the narrow Jeffery's tube were making brisk pace themselves. Nathan had not believed he could climb so fast as he and Rain began scrambling outwards, trying to out run the turbo lift and certain death coming towards it. Rain's mind was not even thinking in sentences as her brain's impulses moved so quickly that her movements as she reached the emergency exit lever of the doors were almost reflexive. She tore open the small compartment where the lever was hidden and pulled it down with one powerful tug. The lever snapped to the other side and a gasp of hydraulic gasses forced the doors open above her.
Rain scrambled the remaining distance just as she saw the turbo lift charging towards Nathan with barely a second to spare. With the same reflexive actions to guide her, she rolled onto her knees and reached down to grab Nathan by his Starfleet uniform and yanked him backwards. Nathan all but toppled over the edge between the long shaft of Jeffrey's tube and the safety of the deck, just as the turbo lift displaced the air where he would have been with its slick arrival. He collapsed on top of her and for a few seconds, both could only lay there shaking when the turbo lift came to a halt at the doors, once again returning to its benign state with an open invitation for passengers to climb on board.
"That," Nathan managed to say once his stomach had returned to the correct place in his abdomen, having been displaced to his throat for a brief second, "was too close."
"In more ways than one." Rain said impatiently, waiting for him to get off her. While this might be engaging at another time and place, at the moment, his positioning was leaving her decidedly vulnerable.
"Oh," Nathan realised where he was. Actually he had about sixty seconds ago but after what he had been through what with being almost mashed to death by a runaway turbo lift, he figured what the hell. "Sorry."
"I'm sure you are." Rain replied giving him a look exuded spoke utter disbelief at the apologetic expression on his face, an expression given away by the glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes.
Nathan rolled off her and rose to his feet, before helping her do the same. They both spend a few seconds dusting themselves off and trying to regain their equilibrium after the scare of a few minutes ago. Mostly, both were trying to decide what their next move would be.
"We're near Sick Bay." Nathan exclaimed once he realised where they were.
"I was going to save the surprise for our anniversary but gosh darn it, you got it out of me Nathan Jackson." Rain teased and he flashed her a smile deciding there and then that his life had changed and she was going to be apart of it. Despite their present circumstances, it was a good feeling.
"We can go find Josiah." He said still wearing a little smile at her attempt at humor as he started striding towards the Counselor's office. "If I know that man, he'd be working hard right until we got to Pacifica."
"Unless some woman has blind sided him and he's mating like a rabbit." Rain said under her breath as she followed him.
"Hey I don't need that picture in my head." He scolded and then realised that it was not such a remote possibility. After all, Nathan was only just this morning telling him about Audrey and their trip to Pacifica together.
It was not long before they arrived at the Consoler's office with no one interfering with them on the way. Nathan wondered where the crew were and wondered if there were orgies taking place all across the ship but knew that was impossible, mostly because the sex was only the bait. A person was wide open for subjugation when opening themselves to that most primitive of instincts. He had no doubt that many of the men on board were incapacitated and those who were not, were probably laying low until they could decipher the odd behavior of the females on board.
The doors to the Counselor's offices did not open when Rain and Nathan approached. In all the time that Nathan had served on board the Maverick, those doors had never been closed. Josiah had an open door policy towards all his patients and was willing to speak to anyone, no matter how late the hour. However, as Nathan tried repeatedly to activate the doors through the panel on the side of the wall, they did not part for either of them.
"They must have him too." Nathan retorted with frustration.
"They're everywhere Nathan." Rain said trying to make some effort to assuage his exasperation. She knew that he hated having a problem with such a simplistic solution barred by one obstacle or another. "Let's just hope he's okay."
"Nathan?" A muffled voice suddenly spoke from the other side of the door. "Is that you?"
Nathan recognized it immediately. "Josiah? Its' Nathan. Let me in."
"Is that a woman with you?" Josiah's voice reeked of suspicion.
"Yeah," Nathan responded automatically. "Lieutenant Rain Nal. Josiah, I know what's happening and she's not apart of it."
"Are you sure?" Indecision fraught the question.
"Will you open the damn door before we both get carted away by whomever's got the ship?" Rain barked with impatience. Nathan rolled his eyes and gave her a look that perhaps a more diplomatic approach might have sufficed for this occasion. However, there was no need for reproach because the door soon slid open and Josiah beckoned them inside.
"Now that's a request I can believe." The Counselor remarked, peering cautiously up and down the corridor as Nathan and Rain hurried into the rooms he had been using as sanctuary from the peculiar goings on that were taking place across the Maverick. As she entered the room, Rain threw Nathan a satisfied smirk as he rolled his eyes in resignation.
As soon as they were inside the room, Josiah sealed the doors once again and let himself release a loud exhale, expunging his paranoia and expressing his relief at seeing someone who was remotely normal. "Its good to see you brother." Josiah replied as he crossed the floor to one of the compartments behind his desk to fish out the bottle of Romulan ale he had secreted away for occasions such at his.
"What the hell are you doing hiding in here?" Nathan demanded, although he had a very good idea of why Josiah might wish to hide away if a group of invaders had come on board the Maverick.
"I was hiding from Audrey at first," Josiah confessed as he poured himself a glass and Nathan too. Before he could do the same for Rain, the lieutenant gestured that she did not require the libation. "Then I started noticing everyone else. I thought I might contact the bridge and see if they had some idea of what was happening but communication to the bridge is down. For some reason, I can't seem to access Chris or any of the senior staff."
This was hardly a surprise to Nathan. "We're locked out too." Nathan explained. "Something has taken over all the women on board this ship. We're under attack only the bridge don't have any idea."
"What a virus or something?" Josiah looked at him with confusion.
"No I don't think its a virus," Nathan shook his head. "It could be but I don't think so."
"It started with the artifact we beamed on board the ship." Rain added her voice to the discussion. "Nathan thinks something from it affected Alex and then Alex infected the rest of the ship."
"What about you?" The Counselor inquired, not out of suspicion but rather curiosity. "You're definitely not infected. If you were, you'd be all over Nathan."
"All in good time," Rain remarked with a smile. "But first we got to save the ship."
Josiah grinned and looked at Nathan. "I like her."
"She does grows on you." Nathan commented giving Rain a wry smile before getting back to the business at hand. "We haven't worked out what they are yet but I think its communicable by touch. They tried to pass it onto Rain I think and she suffered some kind of neural overload. I think it has something to do with the symbiote inside her."
"Whatever it is," Josiah replied. "It's widespread but not overt, not unless you really look. People are still going about their business but you can feel something is going on. Just looking at them and you can see the change." It was Josiah's business to detect such behavioral variations in the crew, all of whom were potential patients at some point or another. As Counselor, he had most contact with everyone board the Maverick, Starfleet and civilian. "The bridge as far as I can see would have to be isolated to a certain point."
"But the Captain would notice things," Rain remarked. "I mean that man can tell by the hum of the transporter whether or not an EPS conduit or a relay is down. I'm Transporter Chief and I still need a diagnostic tricorder to make that discovery."
"For some reason, he's been holed up in the holodeck for a couple of hours." Josiah answered. When he had been unable to reach the bridge, he had attempted contacting the other members of the bridge crew and had been able to get little more than their present location. If it were not for the fact that he was trying to dodge Audrey who had become a little more fervent in her pursuit of him than he would have liked; Josiah might have tried looking for the captain there.
"The captain is in the holodeck?" Nathan asked, unable to believe that Chris would be indulging in simulated recreation while intruders were on board. "Don't tell me he's with someone." The doctor shuddered to ask.
"No," Josiah shook his head. "He's alone but unavailable."
"Its them." Rain looked at the both men. "They're finding someway to keep the bridge crew off balance. I'll bet if you tried to contact all of the senior staff, you'll find that they're indisposed, one way or another."
"They might not even have the slightest clue until its too late." Josiah exclaimed softly. He was new to intruders and space battles having spent most of his career on Earth. Now more than ever, he felt completely helpless and unaware of what to do. It was a disheartening state of affairs for a Counselor.
"We need a specimen." Nathan said taking the lead since no one else seemed to have a better of action they could follow. "We need to find out what it is exactly that has taken over the women and reverse it somehow."
"That's easier said than done." Josiah retorted. "There seem to be a lot of them under the influence."
"He's right," Rain agreed. "Remember how we ended up in the turbo lift? They were a mob."
"We need to get to Sick Bay," Nathan decided. "If they decide to come through here, you're not going to be able to stop them. Sick Bay has independent power linkage to the warp core. They can't disrupt our power or system unless they decided to shut down the main engines and they aren't likely to do that without Chris screaming bloody murder. Besides, there's a level 10 force field in Sick Bay, not to mention phasers."
"Charming." Josiah grumbled. "I knew this morning was going to be eventful."
"Yeah," Nathan teased as they started out the door. "You get hit on by a beautiful school teacher and now you get to shoot women all in the same day."
"You're hanging around her too much." Josiah retorted.
The corridors to SickBay remained quiet and Nathan supposed that this was probably due to the fact that the enemy did not classify it a high priority area even though its chief physician might be something of an inconvenience. As the trio rounded the corner, they saw Lieutenant Richmond standing guard at the front of the SickBay entrance, obviously left there if Nathan or Rain attempted to return there.
"How are we gonna get past her?" Josiah asked.
"Is she armed?" Nathan tried to get a better look.
"I don't know," Josiah could not see without giving too much of himself away. "If she's sees us, she could bring the rest of them down on us."
"Men!" Rain rolled her eyes wondering how two men so intelligent at times could be so utterly useless in a survival situation. "Just wait here." She growled and stepped out into the corridor, giving Charlotte a clear line of sight to her presence.
"Rain!" Nathan hissed but she ignored him and continued walking.
Charlotte spotted her immediately and to answer Josiah's question, reached for the phaser on her utility belt and pointed it in Rain's direction. "Don't move!" Charlotte ordered as she approached Rain, brandishing the phaser, which the Transporter Chief was no doubt set for kill. She could not be taken over like the others so Rain doubted that they would want to keep her prisoner.
"I'm not armed." Rain kept her hands where they could be seen until she was close enough to act.
Nathan watched in horror, wondering if Rain had some plan or was she genuinely in trouble. He tried to fight his feelings for her and have confidence in the woman who had so far proved herself to be quite extraordinary.
"What she doing?" Josiah asked.
Nathan could only shake his head in a muted response of bewilderment.
"You are the one." Charlotte said when Rain was close enough. "You are the one who reject us."
"No," Rain shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "I just share my body with enough voices as it without wanting to let another in. It's getting crowded in here."
Before Charlotte could respond, Rain kicked out her foot in a swift but effective high kick that landed the tip of her boot in the tender part of Charlotte's wrist. Instinctively, the lieutenant cried out in pain as the phaser in her hand went flying across the corridor, landing not far away from Nathan. Without giving Charlotte any time to react, Rain threw a roadhouse punch, slamming her knuckles in the side of the woman's face and knocking her cold by the time she hit the floor. As Charlotte landed on the floor with a thud, Rain let out a sigh of relief that her gambit had worked and looked over her shoulder at Josiah and Nathan who were staring at her with unmasked astonishment.
"If you want something done right, you just got to do it yourself....." she muttered as Nathan went to pick up the phaser.
Moments when Ezra Standish could truly consider himself happy were rare.
He was not someone who felt elation easily, not one of those people that became giddy with the exhilaration of some milestone crossed, some accomplishment achieved. He had realised with some sadness that he was jaded, that nothing could ever really feel fresh and new. He understood that it was this cynicism that made him so good at what he did but sometimes, inside himself he wished he was able to keep a little idealism tucked away amidst all that sardonic perspective.
When he had met Julia Pemberton, what struck him most about her was her unfailing ability to see a solution through any calamity. There was no such thing as impossible when she set her mind to it and the tenacity upon which she attacked whatever was thrown at her with that damnable optimism touched something in him he had long thought forgotten. Ezra was in love with her before he was even before that first date and though he tried not to get swept away in the thrall of what poets and artists dreamed about through the ages, once again, the security chief had little choice in the matter.
Now she had come to him and with the most heated session of lovemaking he had ever experienced in his life still behind him, he could feel the heat they had generated still sizzling off his skin. She lay in her arms, arms around him, fiery red hair against his chest as he breathed her into his lungs yet again, Ezra found his head swooning with pleasure and knew that he was well and truly happy. It was not the intimacy that had created this euphoric feeling that was presently running rife through his sense but the fact that he had no wish to slip away quietly, which was his usual practice after such dalliances.
No, he wanted to stay. He wanted to watch her sleep and dream her dreams. He wanted to run his fingers through her silky hair and tell her when she awoke that he lover her and had from the beginning. He wanted to spend the next hours, drowning in the sight of her while composing odes to their love in sonnets to rival the great Bard himself. He was lost and he knew it but for once in his life, he did not mind and whatever came after this day, he knew that he could face it with her.
Julia Pemberton was not asleep.
She was not even in the room. While her lover painted his beautiful thoughts in his mind, reveling in he afterglow of their passion, the entity who had taken possession of Julia's body remained still, considering the next course of their plan to take the ship. The stage was set and the players were almost al in place by now. She knew that it was time to set things in motion, begin the juggernaut that had been lumbering to this point. She had no feeling for the human behind her, aware that he was satisfied as his kind always were and cared for little else but further sexual gratification. Strange how helpless they were to the needs of their body that their judgement became so impaired.
She watched the clock, feeling it tick inside her head as audibly as it might have in reality. It was not long now and soon the call would come. She had no wish to hurt he who had partaken of her body. It was not their intention to hurt anyone but like any soldier, she recognised that wars were seldom won without casualties. She would do what was necessary and nothing more. The objective here was to return home, to feel the sands of the home world beneath her feet one last time and perhaps see what it was that had happened to their race after their exile. After so many years of mortality, the concept of death was not all frightening to the Many. In fact, she considered it the prize at the end of this last quest.
After two hundred and fifty years of life trapped in a prison in space, she had lost her taste for immortality.
Right on cue, the com badge tucked amongst her discarded clothes sounded with a soft trill, giving her the excuse she needed to wake up. She heard him wince slightly; perhaps expressing some annoyance at her slumber being interrupted so abruptly. A stray thought crossed her mind then, more like puzzlement really at why he ought to care what she felt when he had what he needed from her. There was something odd about the feelings he had for the owner of this body, something that could almost be described as affection. However, for the creature inside Julia's body to believe that Ezra was capable of feeling that emotion for the weaker of the gender, it would require dismantling everything that she knew about his kind and she was not prepared to do that.
Hate had kept her going for so long. Hate for the evil ones who had imprisoned her and all the others. It filled the hours that crawled like the eternity they were, floating in space, flotsam drifting aimless through the stars. For nearly a quarter of million years, they had thought of nothing else but the desperate need for freedom and underlying that, the need for revenge, raw and frenzied with each second of captivity.
"Damn." Julia feigned annoyance as she roused from her sleep, pretending that she had been roused from a fitful slumber when all she had been doing during this heated session of intimate play was the moment when it was over and she might leave this place and him. The physical coupling had not been unpleasant. Had she indeed been the woman who named he gasped each time he reached crescendo, it might have been mildly amusing. As it was, the physical exchange of fluids did little to move her.
"Ignore it." He said gently, littering her bare back, partially exposed by the sheets with small kisses. "You can say it was malfunctioning." He teased with a smile, shuddering with feeling when he felt his cheek against her smooth skin.
"I have an EPS conduit that really needs looking at," she remarked pulling away from him languidly, continuing the charade that she was anything eager to go. "I couldn't ask anyone else to take care of it because they've been pulling double shifts as it is." Julia said rolling over long enough to plant a kiss on his mouth, her hands running across his jaw the way someone who loved him might do. Being predictably male, he found little difficulty in believing that she was anything but sincere.
"I know," Ezra answered, propping his head on one hand as he watched her shift through her clothes on the floor once she left the bed. Ezra found himself running a hand across the space where she had inhabited, savoring the heat of her presence there and wishing that she would sleep with him every night. "But I must insist that when we go to Pacifica that we leave the accursed things behind. Knowing our captain's propensity for trouble, he would be just inconvenient enough to require my attention."
"Your wish is my command." She said with a smile, starting to dress.
"Julia," Ezra asked after a moment. Now that he was a little less inclined to be thinking with another part of his anatomy and the heat of the moment had calmed the senses a little more for him to be asking questions, as was his nature. "Why now?"
She looked at him. "I don't understand."
"Well if I may point out without being made to look as if I were looking a gift horse in the mouth and please be reminded, that is in no way any physical reflection of you, you have been somewhat reluctant to consummate our relationship. I thought that you were waiting some special moment and while I could have endured waiting for just a little longer, I was somewhat surprised by your change of heart."
Julia considered what she had to say and replied. "Don't you silly," she met his gaze. "I love you and we almost died in that last battle. I don't want to be like Inez and Captain Castille, kept apart waiting for things to get better so they could finally start their lives. I wanted to start ours now, without there needing to be any formal understanding other than how we feel. I asked myself what were the special moments in comparison to just the moments?"
"As always you are wiser than I," Ezra agreed. A dimpled smile crossed his face. "Well I suppose if you are to leave me, I might as well see what is happening on the bridge."
There was little or no expression on her face as she was faced with that statement but that soon changed when she sauntered towards him, finally dressed and ready to leave. Placing herself on the edge of the bed, Julia replied. "Why don't I blow this little detail off on whomever I find down in Engineering and come back here in twenty minutes? That will give you just enough time to replicate something truly creative for dinner by the time I get back. Besides," she said leaning over and delivering upon him another kiss. "I'm starving and I'll need to keep my strength up for the rest of the night." A wicked gleam sparked in her emerald colored eyes.
"When you put it that way," Ezra joined her salacious bit of planning. "How can I say no?"
It was said that nothing could penetrate a Level 10 force field and if it could, a force field would most likely to have saved you anyway from a creature capable of that. Fortunately, no such entity made its appearance at the moment, which was good to know because three of the four people presently confined in the device were particularly nervous of visitors entering the premises at present. When they had arrived, SickBay was deserted which did not surprise anyone of them when they brought the unconscious Lieutenant Richmond into the medical complex.
Nathan had suspected as much, believing correctly that no one was concerned with their health when the ship was being invaded by creatures who were using female bodies to manipulate their male counterparts. No doubt, every male on ship was presently experiencing one heated encounter or being dispatched effectively if they failed to be swayed by such a simple form of coercion. However, while Sick Bay seemed safe enough, Nathan had this ominous feeling that time was catching up to them and the chess pieces that had been slowly shifting into place all day across the ship, would soon be in a position to issue a checkmate.
Thus the first thing he had done upon entering his bastion on board the Maverick as to see to it that both Rain and Josiah were armed. Sick Bay had a small supply of small weapons, kept there in case of attack since it would be the most vulnerable place in the unlikely event that the vessel was boarded. He was the only person who had the authority to remove the weapons for their locker and was glad to see that much of his access to the ship remained. Handing them out, he felt odd handling such weapon but knew it was a necessary evil at this time. While Rain was comfortable with the weapon, Josiah was not. Nathan suspected that at best, Josiah had Class 5 weapons training, which was rather average. However, a Counselor was seldom required to have such skills and Josiah could be forgiven for his lack of it.
Once they were armed, he erected the force field and ensured that he and those with him were safely protected in case the aliens decided to subdue the threat that hte three of them now posed. For the moment however, he took advantage of the quiet with the presence of the specimen that Rain had acquired for him when she had gone hand to hand with Lieutenant Richmond. Charlotte Richmond lay unconscious on the table as Nathan began running his neurological tests, hoping that they would some how reveal what strange power had infected all the females on the ship.
Nathan knew for certain that it was no virus that was at work here. It was something with intentions far more insidious, not to mention sinister, than the normal replicative cravings of a microorganism. Beside he had knew of no virus whose pathology was so non-specific as to make the jump from species to species and then chose to attack only one gender. No, whatever this malaise that was running loose across his ship, Nathan knew one thing for certain; there was purpose in the invasion that was only possible by higher functioning organism.
While Nathan continued his examinations on the unconscious lieutenant from stellar cartography, he noticed that both Rain and Josiah seemed anxious. The bridge was completely locked out now and Nathan wondered how this was possible. He was unaware that at this moment, Julia Pemberton had scheduled one of the female members of her engineering crew to run a diagnostic on the internal communication system of the Maverick, a procedure that could only be undertaken once the entire array was taken off line. With the rest of the ship capable of reaching the bridge with only their com badges, Nathan, Rain and Josiah found that they were still prevented from alerting the captain of what was transpiring on board his ship.
"Find anything out yet?" Rain asked for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last half an hour.
Nathan gave her look and continued working, poised over his medical scanner, trying to make sense of readings that meant little to anyone else in the room. He could not blame her for her anxiety, not when he was experiencing some of it himself. Their inability to contact the ship and the fact that no one on the bridge knew that the slightest trouble was brewing, was pressing against their spines like a blade about to penetrate skin. It was not possible that they were not affected by the urgency of their situation.
"They will come after us you know," Rain pointed out. "Sooner or later." She said grimly.
"I don't think so," Josiah remarked after a moment. "I think they have us exactly where they want us."
Both Nathan and Rain looked up at the same time in question. "What do you mean?" It was Rain who spoke first because Nathan was still somewhat focussed on the idea of finding an answer to all this.
"We're running scared, we're locked in one place, we can't contact the bridge to do anyone any good. I think that as far as they care concerned; the situation is more or less contained. Don't you?"
Rain frowned mostly because he was right. There had been in here for a good twenty minutes now and no one had come charging in attempting to breach the walls of the force field surrounding them. In fact there was not the slightest hint that anyone was even aware that they were down here of for that matter cared. She seriously doubted that there was immediate danger because the entities that were currently rife across the Maverick were most likely concentrating their efforts on securing the bridge with Josiah, Nathan and Rain were more or less forgotten until that important matter was handled first. Even if they did find out what had taken possession of the female crewmembers, did it mean that a solution would be found as well? Not likely, Rain thought realistically.
"I hate to say it but I think he's right." Rain glanced at Nathan. "They might have already taken the bridge."
"We can't know anything for certain." Josiah added, not wishing to be so negative but he could not deny that this was a possibility. "However, I don't know how much good we will be to anyone if we do get to the bridge? What if we are forced to shoot? The same people who have invaded the ship are our friends." Josiah posed that very real question because he had no will to shoot Audrey if he were faced that horrifying situation.
"Well there are other ways of incapacitating them," Rain suggested, feeling the same distaste about shooting people she knew and worked with on a daily basis, especially when what was happening to them was through no fault of their own. "Anaesthetic gas in all the decks for starters."
"That would knock out everyone," Josiah retorted. "Not just the women."
Suddenly, their conversation came to a halt when the door slid open and Vin Tanner walked into the Sick Bay, his hand holding a small towel to the back of his head. The towel was stained with green splotches that Nathan could tell immediately was Vulcan blood. Vin was out of uniform, wearing sweats that were more appropriate for off duty hours. He staggered into the room somewhat, a little unsteady on his feet since he had yet to recover from the blow that had given him his injury.
"What the hell is going on in this ship? Where is everyone?" Vin demanded as he strode in and saw the faces before him. He had not taken more than a few steps into the room when he suddenly halted and realised that they were secured behind a force field. "Why are you behind a force field?" He asked, annoyance by his injury having faded into concern as he saw them armed with phasers.
"Haven't you seen what's going on in the ship?" Rain exclaimed.
"I haven't seen anything," Vin grumbled as he came to the edge of the force field. "Mary came to my quarters and....." he paused a moment as he searched a way to describe the incident. Apart of him was still reeling from the incredible sensations she had forced upon him but another part of him was furious that she would dare intrude upon him this way. For the first time, Vin had some idea of how invasive a meld could be when one did not wish to partake in the coupling. Its no wonder Alex was so incensed when he had forced the meld between them.
"She hit me over the head. I don't know how long I've been out." He confessed reluctantly and prayed they would ask no more details about it than that.
"I think its safe to let down the force field," Nathan glanced at the other two occupants in the sealed area, the fear of the forces that presently had control of the most of the ship giving way to Vin's injury. "Besides, I can always put it back up when Vin's inside with us."
"Can you please tell me what's with the force field?" The helmsman asked as he waited patiently for the energy field to disperse.
"There's something loose on the ship," Rain blurted out, seeing no reason to hide anything when Vin had not the chromosomes to be affected. "Something that came with the artifact."
Vin's eyes widened. "Does Chris know?"
"No," Josiah shook his head. "We haven't been able to get contact to the bridge. Whatever it is that came from the artifact has taken over every woman in the ship, including Alex."
"Actually," Rain added. "It would have started with Alex."
"Alex!" Vin exclaimed, feeling his chest constrict with worry when he thought about the science officer. "What about Alex?" He demanded as he heard Nathan instruct the force field in front of him to be disabled. As soon as the slight shimmers before him dissipated, an indication at the deactivation of the protection grid around the healer and his companions, Vin stepped into their sphere quickly.
"We think that whatever is happening started with that artifact." Rain spoke. Although technically, Nathan and Josiah both outranked Vin, he was the command officer amongst all of them and most likely the one to give them some clear ideas of what they ought to do now. "It must have transferred something to Alex, who passed it onto the rest of the women on board. I don't know why but I wasn't affected. Nathan thinks it has to do with the symbiote inside me, being Trill and all."
That made sense to Vin but he still felt himself floundering in the dark.
"A mob of them tried to capture Nathan and me." She continued, seeing that it required a little more explanation before he could allow himself to believe how dire things really were. Being a senior command officer, Vin was still lost in the unreality of any of this, especially when he was hit with it so suddenly. "They were led by Inez and Lieutenant Richmond over there." Rain gestured to the unconscious woman on the medical examination bed.
"Has anyone tried to contact the bridge or Ezra?" Vin stammered unable to believe all this could take place on Chris Larabee's ship without the captain having the slightest clue.
"We tried," Josiah answered somberly. "The bridge is locked out and so are all three of us. The computer is not responding to our attempts to try and contact anybody."
"That makes sense," Vin's mind was a steel trap set into motion and it was now working at full pace. "If something has taken over the women on board the ship, that would mean Julia too and she's chief engineer. She has a Class 1 rating in computer programming, she'd have no trouble locking all of you out if she thinks that you might cause trouble. And so far, I haven't seen anything that might make anyone suspicious, except the fact that it's quiet."
"And every woman on the ship seems to be hornier than hell." Rain quipped.
All three men gave Rain a look and Vin did not even want to comment on that particular subject, especially after what he had been through with Mary Travis. As it was, Vin had no idea how he was ever going to look Chris in the eye again, after what he had seen in the lady's mind.
"Still," Josiah frowned shaking Rain's comment out of his head and getting back to the subject at hand, in particular why Chris had not reacted yet. "If Chris is on the bridge, how could he not know that there's a communications failure?"
"It ain't that hard," Vin revealed as Nathan left Charlotte alone for a moment. The lieutenant was still unconscious, thanks to Nathan reinforcing her present state with a sedative in order to carry out his examinations. The physician gestured the Vulcan over in order to treat the wounds to the back of his neck, delivered when Mary had attacked. Vin had settled comfortably onto the examination table before he started speaking again when Nathan went to work on his injury. "We sometimes shut down internal communications for diagnostics, debugging and simple maintenance. We're not in a combat situation and our present status doesn't indicate any sign of danger. When things are quiet like this, its not usual for engineering to take this off line to run sweeps that we normally wouldn't have time for. We have back ups in place of course but if the Chief Engineer has deactivated them all, then we have to get to the bridge ourselves."
"How do we propose we do that?" Josiah inquired, feeling like a novice and wished he had more to impart upon their situation then just more questions proving his ignorance. Fortunately, none of the others were treating him that way and he was glad that at least, they knew what they were doing.
"Any way we can," Vin said grimly. "Anyway we can."
Julia Pemberton and Mary Travis started towards the bridge.
Alex was already on the bridge, keeping pace with the Captain and the First Office and making certain that neither suspected what was about to happen when Julia and Mary arrived.
The helm officer was out of commission in his quarters as assured by Mary when she had joined Julia at the armory. The Doctor and the female who was not susceptible to the Many were contained in the physician's Sick Bay as he attempted in vain hope to understand the malaise that had taken over his crewmates. The Security Chief was at his quarters, no doubt waiting for Julia's return for another session of lovemaking. By the time he had some idea of what was happening, it would be too late. The Many would be in control of the bridge. Their people had already moved into position and were waiting for the signal to fulfil their parts of the silent invasion of the Maverick. While no one had any inkling of any danger to the ship, Julia did not wish to waste any time. While the absence of danger continued to go unnoticed, some were starting to realise that something was going on and it would not be too long before that concern reached the bridge.
The leader had given her orders. It was time to move.
Alexandra Styles kept her gaze on everyone, watching them with deep scrutiny as she waited with almost a hint of anticipation for the others to arrive. The captain was always to be found holding court over the bridge from his command chair. Chris Larabee did not appear as focussed as he normally did and seemed preyed with far away thoughts, she was certain had nothing to do with the bridge of the contents of the data pad in his hand. The captain seemed somewhat distracted and Alex had a good idea with what, pleased that their solution of keeping the captain busy for the moment had yielded such good results.
Buck Wilmington was the second high-ranking officer on the bridge and he remained at the Captain's side just as reflective as the captain although in this instance, Alex felt a mild curiosity to knowing what was running through his mind. Her skin still tingled with their coupling earlier. Instinctively, she glanced at the captain's ready room where the steamy encounter had taken place and while the entity herself had found the entire episode pleasurable in itself, a little smiled crossed her lips when she thought of how repulsive her host would find the entire situation. The host yearned for the Vulcan, which confused the intelligence gatherer of the group since the Vulcan seemed incapable of reciprocating physical affection. They were a strange race these Federations, the gatherer thought to herself.
While she was a part of the Many, her role as gatherer had allowed her a certain empathy with the subjects she often observed and studied. The culture of the Federations traced its evolutionary path along the same lines of her own race where the male of the species was always in dominance. The female was rarely held in much esteem, with sporadic exceptions throughout the course of history. Fortunately, such small-minded attitudes had started to wither with the advent of the 21st century and by the present day, the female of the species was every much the equal. If only it had been that way on their own world, so much blood would have been spared on either sides.
"Captain," JD Dunne spoke up, a hint of annoyance on his face as he regarded his console panel.
Alex stiffened instinctively; aware of what he was going to say even before he spoke it out loud and quickly thought with some counteractive answer that would allay all fears until the arrival of the others. The youth was only a junior officer and to their folly, they had underestimated his tenacity somewhat. He did not feel comfortable with his communication station being dead to all signals except extra-ship transmissions. He was determined not to fail so that made him doubly cautious of anything going wrong with his station and often double-checked everything to ensure that it did not.
"How long is this diagnostic gonna take?" JD inquired impatiently. He did not like anything on his console in a non-functioning state. JD knew he had a tendency to be paranoid about such things but he could not help it. After all, he was the youngest member of a highly experienced team of officers who would have been the best at whatever they attempted and all he had to credit himself was an ability to defeat a computer simulation at the Academy.
"JD," Buck glanced at him with enough firm authority to show that he was now answering the younger man as his commanding officer and not as his friend. JD had been pestering them at ten minute intervals over this particular issue and when he asked the question again, Buck had seen Chris stiffen in his seat. "It's a routine procedure we carry out when things are quiet like this. It will get done when it gets done."
"I know," JD nodded noticing the hint of tension in the commander's voice "It's just that no one has even tried to contact the bridge through com badge."
Chris regarded the young man and snapped out of his reverie long enough to consider that little bit of observation. He himself had been so preoccupied with the situation between Buck and Alex, not to mention himself and Casey that he was less aware of things on his ship than he should have been. Normally when ship wide communication was suspended like this, there was still some kind of communication through the com badges. It was impossible that on a ship this size, with the number of personnel, civilians and departments that someone did not need something from the bridge. Ever since the communications blackout had taken place, Chris realised that no one had tried to contact them for some trivialities of shipboard life and that was almost unheard of.
"Good call Ensign." Chris remarked sincerely as he tapped his com badge as he saw JD smile from the praise. "Engineering, what's going on down there?" Chris asked after a moment and waited for an answer.
A few seconds passed and there was no response.
Chris tapped his com badge once more, trying to ensure that everything was working adequately. There was no reason for alarm yet but Chris' suspicions had been raised. The young man had pointed out an inconsistency Chris had missed during his ruminations about Alex, Buck and of course Casey. He gave himself a stern reminder that keeping one's mind on the job was not only a rule that was for his crew but one that applied to him as well. The com badge made no sound upon the repeat of the attempt and Chris glanced at Buck in mild concern. "Try yours."
Buck nodded, feeling the same concern and failing to notice Alex leaving her station and coming down the sloped walk that led to the floor of the bridge. Within seconds, she was almost to their command chairs. The science officer betrayed nothing as she watched him carefully as he repeated the same procedure on his own com badge. "Engineering, this is Commander Wilmington. What is the status of the repairs to our communications array?"
Once again, there was no answer for engineering. All that waited for them following that question was the same silence.
"Perhaps, they're just adjusting the frequency modulations on our com system." Alex offered, aware that a situation was starting to form that might soon escalate out of control and to the detriment of their carefully laid plans. She could see it in their eyes, the concern that perhaps something was a miss. That things were not as right as they seem. The insides that were not her own began to construct with urgency at the coming calamity.
"Whatever it is," Chris said sharply, not at all satisfied with that explanation or the situation as it stood. He took pride in knowing what was taking place on his own ship and the fact that he had been so preoccupied with personal matters, made him angry at himself for allowing personal problems to keep him from being fully alert to the needs of his ship. Turning to Buck, Chris decided on a more definitive course of action beyond waiting around for someone to contact them. "I want to know what the situation is. Buck, get down there."
"Sure Chris," Buck nodded automatically and rose from his chair. He was preparing to go even if the captain had not asked. In the last few seconds, something had started to bother him and the concern over their lack of communications with the rest of the ship seemed to amplify that worry.
Alex's mind was racing furiously. If Buck was allowed to leave the bridge and get to Engineering, he might discover what the Many had been so laboriously trying to hide from himself and the captain these past few hours. As the two ranking commanders on the ship, Buck Wilmington and Chris Larabee had the power to dash all their plans if either were to discover what was transpiring beyond these walls. Both of them had the power to disable all computer functions through voice command alone but she was too outnumbered to make an attempt for either of them. Buck had started to move past her on his way towards the turbo lift. Fortunately, before he was even half way to it, the doors slid open on their own volition.
Chris let out a sigh of relief upon seeing Julia Pemberton entering the bridge, as well as the more pleasant surprise of Mary next to her. After his encounter with Casey, seeing Mary was a tonic he needed and with Julia being here, the question of what was happening on his bridge could be answered by the Chief Engineer. However, his pleasure at seeing both women soon disintegrated when realised that both of them were armed with phaser rifles.
"What the hell is going on?" Chris demanded and stood up from his command chair.
Mary did not even react to the sound of his voice as she and Julia advanced into the bridge, with Alex moving furtively into position herself. Even though they were armed, Chris was still not ready to believe that there was any danger, his mind still grappling with the notion that there was a reasonable explanation behind all this. He kept thinking that for the two seconds it took for Julia Pemberton to raised her weapon and fire before anyone had any time to react. Not that they could have because no one could have imagined what happened next. Chris watched in soundless horror as Julia fired. The first blast striking JD in the chest, almost tearing him off the seat as he thrown off his chair before crumpling to the floor.
"JD!" Buck shouted in panic and took no more than a step forward when Alex's hand lashed out and smashed into the tender part of his throat, bringing the commander to his knees immediately. Buck was groaning as he struggled for breath, nearly choking from the agony of the crippling blow. Chris rose to his feet instantly, prepared to act when suddenly he heard Mary's voice in his ear.
"Don't." The threat in her eyes was clear.
For a moment, he really did not think she would shoot him. His mind was still reeling in astonishment over what was happening. He saw JD lying on the floor, unconscious. He let out a sigh of relief realizing the boy was merely stunned, not killed. If it had been the other, his uniform would bear indications of it. Buck in the mean time was clutching his throat, having real trouble breathing as he gasped loudly. His face was crimson as he struggled for breath while Alex looked on dispassionately, turning the phaser that Julia had handed her on the first officer to ensure he gave her no further trouble, when he finally recovered. Julia had her rifle aimed at anyone else who might give them trouble. Chris weighed his options, realizing that something was at work here that had taken over his officers and since they seemed to want the bridge for a specific reason, Chris decided that he had no choice but to deny them that chance.
"Computer...."
He never managed to finish the rest of the sentence because no sooner than the words had made their futile effort to leave his throat, Mary pulled the trigger without hesitation. What she knew of the man had told her that he would not be subject to coercion, not without something more tangible to lose other than his life. By the time he woke up, they would have that option prepared for him. However for the moment, it was safer all around if he was incapacitated for the duration. Chris tumbled to the floor wordlessly as the effects of the phaser on stun ripped through his body with one sharp burst.
"Chris!" Buck tried to speak but his voice was weak and strained. Looking up at Alex, he noted that the science officer was keeping a careful eye on him and realised in that instance, if he had attempted to follow Chris' steps to disable the main computer, he would be dealt with in precisely the same way. Alex had hit him in the throat for that specific reason, to ensure that he would not be able to complete the order to the computer before she and Julia were able to disable that function in the computer's programming.
"I wouldn't try to say anymore Commander." Alex warned coldly, jamming the phaser into the side of his head. "At this range I could fry your brains before the word escapes you. Trust me, this will go painlessly if you cooperate with us."
"Alex," Buck looked at her and then at the other, trying to understand what was going on. He implored to her if she was still somewhere behind those cold eyes. Somehow he had to reach the person whom he knew her to be, not this cold-blooded stranger. "Fight it. Whatever it is that is making you do this. Fight it. You're the strongest mind I know on this ship, fight it!" He implored desperately.
"Everything is not all it seems Commander," his answer reached him not from Alex but from someone else behind him, following the open slide of the ready room doors. Buck strained to look and saw Casey Wells emerging from Chris' office.
The minute he saw her, he knew something was wrong. Her walk was all wrong. He knew Casey and yet when she approached, Buck immediately realised that she was not the Casey Wells. The Casey Wells he knew was a somewhat shy young woman who could sometimes rise above herself with burst of youthful abandon. Poised on the verge of womanhood, Casey struggled to be just like her more experienced comrades, not always succeeding. Buck knew her to be a young girl in love with JD so totally that she knew nothing else but as she strode past the ensign, Casey barely gave him a glance as she progressed towards them.
"You have done well." Casey complimented the other women in the room as she sauntered forward, confidence oozing in every graceful movement forward. Everything about her told Buck that this was not Casey Wells and someone was using her body like a suit of clothes for it was not a young girl before him, but a woman in every sense of the word. Approaching Buck, she stared at the first officer for a long time and then responded.
"The rest of the ship has been secured." Julia informed the leader. "Our people moved into place the moment we stepped onto the bridge."
Buck's mind whirled, unable to comprehend how blind they could have been to what was happening. His mind started to open up like a house with many doors and the knowledge that filtered through his mind made things very clear. Suddenly, he understood why Alex had come to him as she had. It was not because of her needs but rather her ability to keep him off balance and distracted from noticing what was taking place on the rest of his ship. The commander cursed his own weakness and wondered how he could have allowed himself to be played so easily.
"Excellent," Casey nodded in approval and regarded Buck once again. "It appears Commander Wilmington, we have your ship."
"Who's we?" Buck muttered raspy question. For the moment, he would suspend any effort to try and disable the computer system because it would serve no purpose for him to be rendered just as unconscious as Chris or JD. He had to know what was happening to save the Maverick from these entities that had captured the minds of his fellow officers.
"You need not concern yourself with that," Casey retorted and moved past him to take a seat in the command chair while Chris was still lying unconscious as the foot of it. She lowered herself into it with great relish, like a conqueror, staking claim to her prize. Buck almost blanched at the sight of her in Chris' chair, especially when the captain was there at her feet like some kind of trophy. "We needed your ship and now we have her. We do not wish to harm anyone but we will take whatever measures we must to achieve our end of returning to our home world."
"If you girls wanted a lift, you might have just asked." Buck remarked, still rubbing his sore throat.
"Ask anything of a man?" She stared at him almost astonished by the very notion. "Your kind are destroyers, dominators, jailers and rapists at some point. Understand that your kind and mine are enemies and that you should be thankful that we do not chose to jettison every single one of your accursed gender into space." Casey said with such vehemence that Buck wondered what on earth these entities had endured to engender such terrible hatred.
"That's mighty harsh," Buck tried to keep her talking in order to understand more. "Now explain to us what you did to our women to make them help you."
"We did nothing to them." Casey explained with a little smile. "We are merely residing here until we are home again. Trust me on this Commander, their safety depends entirely on how cooperative you are going to be."
Vin knew something had changed on the Maverick the moment it happened.
He could feel it in his bones, a slight shift in the overall resonance of the ship that tingled his spine like a mild shudder he could dissect in degrees from sheer repetition. He sensed it like he was able to tell from the slight breeze blowing across the green covered hills of his Texas ranch on Earth that a storm was coming. In this instance, the medium was completely different but the feeling was always the same. He looked up suddenly and noticed that he was not alone in his discover. The lieutenant named Rain was also wearing a curious expression on her face that seemed to detect the same thing that she did even though it was taking her longer to guess what the change actually was.
Nathan and Josiah were oblivious to it mostly because they were not of the same breed that Rain and he were. For different reasons, Rain and Vin could detect the change as it occurred but the doctor and the counselor whose expertise was grounded in something a little more biological, they could be forgiven for not seeing. Vin saw Rain's phaser, the barrel of which had been held in such a way, poised to fire, suddenly droop as her eyes stared around her for something she could not see but could feel with every fiber of her being.
"We've just gone to Warp 9." Vin announced for the benefit of those who did not know.
"You felt it?" Rain asked as she stared at him, her voice hushed as she put forward her question, glad that she was not just imagining things. She had noticed a slight shift in the low hum that resonated throughout the Maverick and thought for a moment she was being foolish that there was nothing important about a sound.
"Yeah," Vin nodded. "We've hit high warp."
"How can you tell Vin?" Josiah found himself asking. The ship felt the same to him and he could not understand how they could come to that conclusion.
"Josiah," Vin said with a little smile. "When you're used to flying this bird, you tend to get an idea of the sounds she makes when she goes from low to high gear and I'm telling you, right now she's flying through space like a bat out of hell."
"You think they've moved on the bridge?" Rain asked, dismayed that they were too late.
"I can't see no reason why we would hit maximum warp without good reason." Vin retorted, deciding that they had wasted enough time here and it was time to get to the bridge. "That's it," he said firmly. "Josiah give me your gun."
Josiah was more than glad to relinquish the weapon to Vin since the Officer of the Con was probably better at handling it than he ever would be anyway. "What are you going to do?" He asked once he had given it to Vin.
"Well I'm staying here." Vin responded and glanced at Rain. "You up to taking a little walk with me Chief?" He asked.
"Lead the way Sir." Rain replied automatically and drew a faint smile from Vin. "Where are we going?"
"To the bridge," he answered before turning his attention to Josiah. " Get the force field up when we leave," Vin instructed the Counselor since Nathan seemed particularly engrossed in what he was doing at present. "You should be pretty safe in here."
"I found something!" Nathan exclaimed, slicing through anything else Josiah might have said in deference to his orders.
"What?" Vin asked immediately, preferring to know what he was going to be facing when he and Rain reached the bridge. "What have you got?" The trio quickly converged around the doctor who was standing over a particularly complicated piece of machinery that was poised over Lieutenant Richmond's head from which he had made his discovery.
"Its not just a virus or an alien." Nathan looked up after a moment. "Its a biological energy pattern."
"An energy pattern?" Rain exclaimed. "I don't understand."
"Look here," Nathan pointed to the small screen of the medical scanner that showed two sets of erratic lines running parallel on a dark digitized surface. "Those are brain waves patterns. One is Lieutenant Richmond's, I was able to compare them to the most recent encephalogram she had taken during her last physical. The other one belongs to someone else."
"How is that possible?" Josiah inquired, understanding something of what Nathan was showing them.
"I don't know but unlike Lieutenant Richmond's brain wave patterns which is generated by chemical reactions in human synapses, this other one is composed of an energy pattern I have never seen before."
"My God." Rain exclaimed. "That was what was in the artifact. Brain waves. All that storage space we thought was for information about an alien culture was not at all for that but rather the biological neural energy pattern of a life form."
"You mean that thing has been hurtling in space for a quarter of a million years with a life form trapped in it?" Vin tried to imagined a more horrible fate and found that he could not. He wondered what it must do to anyone to be faced with that kind of confinement.
"More than that," Nathan added. "I don't seen any evidence to prove that this is brain wave is part of a larger consciousness. They may be linked in some way but the readings indicate that they all function independently. If they were interdependent, I would be seeing readings that match the brain wave patterns taken from Borg drones we have had the chance of examining. However, since they are independent for most part and seemed to have taken most of the female crew members on the ship, it would be safe to assume...."
He did not have to finish that statement because Vin did it for him. "That there are hundreds of them."