If Elmore Leonard did VOY novels

[psCargile]

If Elmore Leonard wrote Star Trek novels, if might go something like this.

“You in, Harry, or what,” Tom Paris said. He had Harry Kim cornered in the turbolift, had stopped it, and Kim had backed up into the curved wall.

“I don't know, Tom. The captain—”

“Fuck Janeway.” Paris had to look away before he hit Kim. He closed his eyes, opened them, looking at Kim, saying, “She got us into this mess.”

Kim deflated. “I get it. I do. But I don't think this is the best course of action.”

Paris nodded. Fucking Harry, the Starfleet mascot. “I can't just sit out here and do nothing.”

Kim looked at him, shrugging without shrugging. Waiting for Tom to leave. Probably say something to Tuvok. Paris didn't care to have a chat with the head of security. That would bust things up nice, if he did.

Tom stepped closer to Kim, seeing his discomfort. “Megan,” Tom said, letting the name hang in the air, watching it sink in.

Kim’s face went stony. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Here was the Kim Tom liked. “I'd hate to say anything, buddy, but you got me against the wall.”

Kim blew out a sigh, swept a hand through his hair. Figuring it out. Seeing how it played. “Fuck.”

“You in? Yes? No?”

Kim gave him a look. “Yes, goddamn you.”

‘At a boy. Tom clapped him on the shoulder, Kim drawing back, disgusted. “Glad to hear it. I'm going home. To hell with Janeway.” He told the turbolift to re-engage.

When the lift stopped and the doors opened, and Tom was about to step out, Kim said, “Who you taking with you?”

Tom Paris stopped, turned his chin to his shoulder, didn't say anything. He stepped into the corridor, looking at Kes, waiting, her fingers in her hand.
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[publiusr]

Now do Cormac Mccarthy

 

[slappy]

Now do Cormac Mccarthy

Can I take up the challenge?

Janeway barked out her order just as sure as her heart knew and there they went. Voyager cut through the nebula like a knife through a pack animal, red energy entrails spitting and cussing and blowing forth every which way until they blasted right through it. The ship from half a ways across the galaxy had burst through that bright bold body, but to what manner of certain death and destruction nobody inside knew.

It was just then that the picture of what would end them appeared on screen. There was the what dying looked like and it was a machine shaped like a cube with no light and no heart to speak of. The Borg was what the victims called them right before. Right when they put probes in their bodies or took over their minds or just exterminated them entirely like a farmer cuts down vermin.

A chill went down the back of the good Miss Captain. No she wasn't going to show the rest of them she was terrified, not by sight. She was going to die fighting if she was to die at all today and that was good enough.

 

[psCargile]

Never read Cormac McCarthy.

 

[cosmic mouse]

Now do Cormac Mccarthy

or Hunter S. Thompson

...those bats are going to look mighty scary out in space.