Star Trek: Tesseract

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  1. KimMH

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    ^like the whole rest of parenthood - exhausting joyous anxiety ridden running about with my hair on fire multiplied by about 100 times. I can't wait until my husband grows up! (hee hee!)

    I confess I am usually glad to be done with it all. Chirstmas is loverly and seeing all the relatives - mine - his - ours and all the outlaws is great but I am usually soooo very inappropriately happy to be able to sit down and breathe when it's all over! I caught myself singing to the Grinch song on the radio and really enjoying it! Just a couple more days troopers!

    Merry Christmas to you all and Happy Holidays!
     
  2. Diogenes

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    Hey there, Kes7. Me again. I just read "Better Luck Next Time." I quite liked it. Adds another dimension to JQ, who seems the type to whom most people normally assume everything comes easily. I see what you meant in your concurrence with my notion of John as a nurturer---he took care of his mother throughout his childhood. I loved this nuance, Kes. Thanks again.

    I hope you've a had a terrific holiday, and will have a happy new year.

    'Los
     
  3. kes7

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    I'm glad you got a chance to check it out, and even more pleased that you enjoyed it!

    I had a wonderful holiday, and hope you did, too. Thanks for asking! Now I'm working on the next chapter of Tesseract and hoping to get it posted in the next day or so. :)
     
  4. Diogenes

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    Now I'm working on the next chapter of Tesseract and hoping to get it posted in the next day or so. :)[/QUOTE]

    More Tesseract! Awesome! :drool:
     
  5. tenmei

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    What Diogenes said - can't wait to see where Icheb's encounter with his new friends leads him.
     
  6. kes7

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    CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

    USS Tesseract, Sickbay

    Adele arrived in sickbay just in time to catch Julian Bashir, who was wearing surgical attire and heading for one of the operating tables at the very rear of the chamber, where Adele could see one of the Borg drones lying motionless while Doctor Sarik scanned it. She found she had a hard time looking at it. It brought back far too many unpleasant memories. She knew she would eventually have to deal with the drones face-to-face, but for now, they were all unconscious, and that was the way she preferred them.

    “I’m here to see Lieutenant O’Connor,” she informed Julian. “Where is she?”

    Julian briefly glanced over at the Borg drone, then back to Adele, and raised his eyebrows, obviously surprised she was there to see the chief engineer and not the drone. He pointed in the direction of Maren’s biobed. “She’s over there, but she’s unconscious. She suffered a fairly serious head injury and she’s been heavily sedated.”

    “Is she going to be all right?” Adele asked, concerned.

    Julian nodded. “I think she’ll recover quickly. She has a fractured skull, a severe concussion and some internal bleeding, but she’s otherwise healthy and we’ll be sure to take good care of her. She should be back on her feet in a few days.”

    “Good,” Adele said, nodding. “I need to speak with her. Can you wake her?” she asked.

    “What for?” Julian asked, bewildered.

    “I told you, I need to talk to her. Can you wake her up?”

    “I don’t think that’s a very good id -- ”

    “Yes, or no?” Adele cut him off.

    Julian sighed. “As her doctor, I strongly recommend you let her rest.”

    Adele gave him a strained look. “Look, Doctor, that slip of a girl just dropped three live drones on our doorstep for me to deal with. I’m not particularly inclined to care how much rest she needs at the moment. Her entire career could be on the line, and I need to get a few things straight with her before she speaks to anyone else,” she told him, very quietly. Not to mention someone has to tell her about Icheb, she thought wearily.

    Julian glanced over in Maren’s direction as if considering it, then shook his head. “Captain, I’m sorry, but I have to say no. It won’t be long before the sedative wears off, and I’ll let you know then. Unless this is absolutely life-or-death, I’m not waking her up.”

    Adele sighed. Things were bad, but they weren’t that bad, at least not yet. She considered pulling her captain card and ordering him to wake her, but decided it could probably wait just a little longer. “When do you expect her to be ready to talk?”

    Julian looked relieved that the captain wasn’t going to fight him. “The sedative should wear off in an hour or so, and then I’ll reassess her condition. I promise I’ll keep you informed,” he assured her.

    Adele nodded. “May I see her?” she asked. Beyond wanting to discuss a few things with the engineer, she was genuinely concerned for her well-being. She would feel better if the saw for herself that the young woman was all right. “Just see her,” she added quickly. “I promise I won’t try to wake her up.”

    Julian nodded. “Go right ahead,” he said, pointing to the semi-private area where Maren lay. Adele thanked him and watched as he walked over to the operating table just beyond the sterilizing field and prepared to work on the Borg. She was normally a very compassionate person, but she found herself struggling with her feelings at the sight of the renowned doctor using his gifts to save a drone, especially one that had just tried to assimilate her ship and probably her crew, as well. This wasn’t an enemy you could win over by being nice to them, and as a Collective, when you had even one drone on board, you risked inviting the rest of them, too. She sighed and turned away, walking over to Maren’s bedside. As she stepped past the partition dividing the young woman’s biobed from the rest of sickbay, she was surprised to see John Quigley there, holding her hand.

    “What are you doing here, Lieutenant?” she asked. John turned around in surprise and moved to stand at attention, looking guilty and a little panicked. As the wave of anxiety he was experiencing crashed over her, too, Adele sighed heavily and held her hand up to stop him. “Never mind, Quigley. As you were. We can talk about it later. I assume you saw the latest tactical reports?”

    John looked up at her and nodded. “I heard about Commander Icheb. I know I’m not supposed to be on any mission that he’s a part of, but if there’s anything I can do to help with the search, I’d really like to be a part of it. Sitting here doing nothing isn’t really my style.”

    “Then may I ask why you’re doing it? Given the circumstances, I’m sure Ryzal has something for you to do.”

    John sighed and glanced at Maren. “It might be best if I didn’t answer that, Captain.”

    “I’m aware there’s a history between Lieutenant O’Connor and Commander Icheb,” Adele told him bluntly. “I take it you want her to hear the news from a friend?”

    John nodded, looking surprised at the captain’s candor. “Yes, ma’am.”

    Adele nodded thoughtfully and looked at the young man. She was somewhat surprised to realize his emotions were so intensely conflicted that she actually had a hard time reading them. “Are you okay?” she asked him.

    He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll be fine. I’m not the one being held hostage or lying in sickbay.”

    “No, but your best friends are.”

    John gave her a grim smile and said wryly, “This is what we signed up for when we joined Starfleet, sir, isn’t it? The reason for the hundred-plus thumbprints we had to provide on all those liability forms? We really did sign our lives away. ‘Risk is our business.’ That’s what they drilled into us at the Academy. We all knew going in that stuff like this happens.”

    Despite the sarcasm with which John had delivered his little speech, Adele smiled. The truth, she knew, was that deep down, he believed every word of what he had just said, even if he didn’t like it and was trying to be a smartass about it. The kid really was Starfleet, through and through, his obvious failings when it came to maintaining professional boundaries with his friends notwithstanding. “You’re absolutely right,” she told him, “but that doesn’t make it any easier when it happens to the people you care about.” She’d learned that lesson the hard way the day she’d lost her husband to the Borg. “May I ask you something?” she asked John.

    He again looked surprised, then slightly wary. “Yes, ma’am.”

    “Why do you think O’Connor stayed in engineering instead of clearing out with everyone else and just flooding it with radiation?”

    John looked at Maren, sighed and looked back wearily at the captain. “I really don’t know. Maybe she was trying to avoid a big decontamination procedure or something. Or get intelligence. Or just ...” he trailed off and looked back at Maren. He was actually pretty sure he did know what she had been thinking, but he wasn’t sure he should share it with the captain.

    “Lieutenant?” Adele prompted him, fairly certain that the young man had just fed her two lines of crap and had been about to deliver his real opinion.

    John sighed again as he turned and looked at the captain’s telltale black eyes. What’s the use? She can probably read my mind anyway, he reasoned, and said, “Let’s just say that if you want someone to mindlessly annihilate Borg drones without any consideration for the people they used to be, Maren O’Connor is not your person.”

    Adele sighed. “Thank you for your candor, Mr. Quigley. That’s kind of what I thought.” She paused for a moment and took a long look at Maren. A huge part of her wanted to personally throw the scrawny engineer in the brig herself, and leave her there for a long, long time -- preferably until she grew up and lost the rose-colored glasses through which she obviously viewed the Collective, thanks to her Academy sweetheart. Another part of her had to admire the young woman’s optimism. In a twisted way, it was very Starfleet of Maren to want to rescue the drones instead of destroy them -- if that was indeed her motivation -- but ultimately, that risky decision had not been hers to make. Adele honestly didn’t know what to do, but she did know that if the advisory board got wind of this, there was no telling what would become of her chief engineer. She preferred to keep the disciplinary ball in her own court, so she turned to John. “All right, here’s what I need you to do.”

    He looked up at her in surprise. “Ma’am?”

    “Just listen to me. Stay here with her. The medical staff is overwhelmed with patients and that injured drone at the moment. You stay here and wait for her to wake up. The moment she does, I want to be notified. In the meantime, if you care at all about your friend’s career, don’t tell anyone anything close to what you just told me. Don’t even think about it,” she added, thinking of the Betazoid counselor on the advisory board. “If anyone asks you, as far as you’re both concerned, she did this because it was a chance to gain intelligence. But no one should be asking you anything, because I’m ordering sickbay on restricted access because of that drone. So just let me know when she wakes up.”

    “Yes, sir. Should I tell her about Icheb?”

    “That’s up to you. I’ll tell her if you don’t feel up to doing it. How do you think she’ll handle it?”

    John took a long look at his peacefully sleeping friend. “She’s going to freak out like you wouldn’t believe.”

    *****

    Resistance Vessel 1473 -- medical and repair chamber

    “What was he talking about?” Malik asked Lakwa, after Icheb had been escorted out.

    “Clarify,” she replied.

    “The threat he made. If we keep him on board, we won’t last long. I’ve never encountered anyone quite that confident.”

    “I’m uncertain. I told you, I need further scans -- scans that would have been easier to get if we had let him rest,” she added pointedly. “I don’t know why you had to hit him.”

    Malik sighed. As was often the case with Lakwa, she was correct. He had allowed his emotions to take control. At times like this, he almost missed the Collective. There, he had never had this problem, but in the years since he had been freed of the hypnotically soothing hum of the hive mind, controlling his rage -- at the Borg, at the Federation, at the universe itself -- had been a nearly constant battle. For some reason, Lakwa and many of the others did not seem to struggle as he did. He tried to explain himself to her.

    “Lakwa, I looked at him, and I saw the Federation in all its arrogance. I saw small-minded people interfering in affairs they know nothing about. But worst of all, I saw how much we need them right now, and I hated him for it. I lost control. I apologize.”

    Lakwa met his gaze, her single pale blue organic eye locked on his. “Perhaps you should apologize to him instead,” she suggested, before turning away and busying herself with the preliminary scans of the Starfleet drone that she had taken when he had first been transported aboard.

    “Perhaps I will,” Malik grumbled.

    “I’m going to treat the injuries you gave him now,” Lakwa informed him coolly as she turned to leave the chamber.

    Malik shot her a long glance, and followed her into the corridor.

    *****

    (cont. below)
     
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  7. kes7

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    (cont. from above)

    *****

    USS Tesseract, Sickbay

    John sat quietly watching the readout on the biobed, not because he understood any of it very well, but because he could only look at Maren for so long before his mind started wandering back to the night before. What the hell was I thinking? He hadn’t been, that was the problem, he knew. That was always the problem. His tendency to leap before looking had gotten him into trouble in more ways than one over the years. Last night had been no exception.

    Earlier that morning, he had been glad that Maren hadn’t seemed to remember anything that had happened after she had thrown up last night. She remembered the kiss, but not the sobbing breakdown she’d had on the floor of her lavatory after throwing up all that glowing Tyndoran liquor. He hadn’t even understood half of what she had been going on about, she was crying too hard and the fire water had rendered her less than coherent, to say the least. She was obviously overwhelmed by everything that had happened since she’d arrived on board, from seeing Icheb again, to all the engineering crap she’d been dealing with, to their ill-timed kiss, and so he’d just held her until she calmed down enough to help her into bed, and then he’d stayed with her because, in the words of a Ferengi he’d served with on the Titan, ‘you break it, you buy it.’ Since it had been his idea for them to go drink a bunch of alien liquor, he felt like her total loss of control had been his fault. Some friend I am, he chided himself. To both of them, he added, thinking of Icheb.

    He hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d told the captain he thought she’d freak out over Icheb’s abduction. For the five years she had been with Icheb, she had worried about him constantly -- whether people were treating him nicely enough, whether he was spending enough time in his alcove, whether he was adjusting well to Earth and Starfleet. She had been a woman on a mission, determined to make life as comfortable as possible for the ex-drone she’d fallen in love with. She was a control freak under normal circumstances, but when it came to Icheb, she was ridiculous. Not that she tried to control him -- more like she tried to control everything around him.

    John looked at Maren and squeezed her hand briefly before letting go. He was about to stand up and stretch when he saw her eyes flutter, so instead he leaned forward and whispered her name. “Maren?”

    She slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the bright light and looking extremely disoriented. “John?”

    “Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” he teased her, trying to keep his tone light.

    “Hey,” she replied drowsily, looking around in confusion.

    John tapped his combadge. “Quigley to the captain.”

    “Captain Oyugo here, go ahead.”

    “She’s waking up.”

    “Acknowledged, I’ll be there shortly. Oyugo out.”

    Maren looked at him questioningly. “What’s going on?”

    “You’re in sickbay, remember? You took on a few drones and got a pretty nasty bump on the head in the process.”

    She closed her eyes for a long moment as if trying to remember. “I won, right?” she finally asked.

    John grinned. “With a little help from Telek, yeah, you did. How do you feel?” he asked her.

    “Tired,” she replied, and she looked it.

    “Are you hurting?”

    Maren closed her eyes briefly before answering, “I don’t feel anything at all. They gave me some serious drugs as soon as I got here. I barely remember my name.”

    “It’s Maren,” John pointed out helpfully.

    “Thanks,” she said, with a weak half-smile.

    A moment passed between them in silence, then Maren spoke up again. “Have you seen Icheb, yet? He’s okay, right?”

    John sighed. He was somehow unsurprised that as she lay on a biobed thousands of lightyears from home, seriously injured by a Borg drone and heavily sedated, her first thought was of Icheb and his well-being. He both loved her and hated her for it. He took a deep breath.

    “M., I have something to tell you, and I need you to stay calm. I can’t tell you unless you promise to stay calm.”

    Maren looked distressed and narrowed her eyes. “What? What happened?”

    “Icheb has been abducted. It happened a little while ago, while you were still in engineering. I don’t know much more than that, other than that he’s apparently being held hostage.”

    “By the Borg?” Maren asked, looking utterly bewildered. The Borg don’t take hostages, what is he talking about? She struggled to comprehend what he was saying.

    John shook his head. “No. Someone else we can’t find. They were on a cloaked ship or something; they drained our shields and disabled the Borg cube, too.”

    “The data chip,” Maren said, closing her eyes. She was finding it hard to stay awake even given the news she’d just received. Her mind was reeling, trying to make sense of what she had just been told and figure out what to do, but her body was fighting her, already pulling her back toward unconsciousness.

    “What?” John asked, perplexed.

    “Icheb and I were translating the Borg alphanumerics ... there were schematics. I think the ships had cloaking devices. We didn’t get to finish. I need to go to the engineering lab.” She forced her eyes back open and struggled as if trying to get up, but the medical staff had wisely activated a restraining field to keep her safely on the biobed. She couldn’t move more than a few centimeters in any direction. “Deactivate this stupid force field,” she ordered John.

    John looked at her incredulously. “Maren, you’re not going anywhere. I’ll get whatever it is you need and bring it here.”

    “I need that data chip. We have to find him, John,” she said, her voice starting to rise. “Get the captain.”

    John started to protest, but seeing the look of panic on her face, he nodded. “And Doctor Bashir,” she added, as he stood up to follow her instructions.

    “The captain’s already on her way and I’ll go get Doctor Bashir right now. Just calm down,” he pleaded, knowing it was probably futile.

    *****

    Resistance Vessel 1473 -- Holding Cell 1

    Icheb had barely begun to analyze his surroundings when the first two drones he had encountered in the medical bay appeared in front of the force field on his holding cell. The medical drone stepped easily through the force field and Icheb stood up. “My name is Lakwa, and this is Malik,” she offered, giving a quick and wary glance toward her leader. “You require medical treatment and regeneration. We want to assist you, but you’ll need to answer some questions first.”

    “If you want to assist me, then return me to my ship,” Icheb replied flatly.

    “Unacceptable,” Malik said firmly from the other side of the force field. “We will provide the necessary medical treatment.”

    “I require medical attention that only my people can provide,” Icheb retorted. “I’m irrelevant to you if I die, but if you return me to my ship, I can attempt to persuade my Captain to hear your request. If you keep me here, you will be destroyed.”

    Malik snorted derisively and stepped through the force field, approaching Icheb until the two stood face-to-face, only centimeters apart. Icheb recognized his species as 4227, a Delta Quadrant race that had been assimilated for their weapons technology and relatively strong physiology. They were nearly identical in height, but it was obvious who was the stronger of the two of them, between Icheb -- mostly flesh and bone and completely unprotected in his pristine Starfleet uniform -- and Malik with his standard issue cybernetic augmentation and exoplating from the Borg Collective.

    “You’re very confident about that,” Malik said, staring him down threateningly. “You were likely unconscious when we disabled your vessel’s shields with no difficulty and disabled the cube that was attempting to assimilate you. We could easily do the same to your vessel. I recommend you reconsider your unwillingness to answer our questions.”

    Icheb had not forgotten the force with which the cyborg had hit him only minutes before. Over nearly ten years surrounded by physically weaker humans and other Federation races, Icheb had gotten used to being highly resistant to physical harm caused by others, but Malik’s assault had hurt badly, and he was reminded how much added strength a full complement of Borg enhancements could give a humanoid. He could still taste the metallic taste of his own nanoprobe-infested blood inside his mouth.

    He fixed Malik with a defiant glare, but the effect was tempered slightly by a wariness that he could not entirely control. “Starfleet regulations prevent me from answering any questions as long as I am a prisoner,” he answered, feeling thankful for the vocal subprocessor that assisted him in keeping his voice completely even and steady.

    “I told you, you’re not a prisoner,” the drone retorted.

    “The force field would indicate otherwise,” Icheb pointed out icily.

    “Surely you realize we could simply probe your neural pathways and get all the information we need that way,” Malik threatened him.

    “I don’t believe you will. If you were going to do that, you would have done it already,” Icheb reasoned.

    “We’d prefer your willing cooperation.”

    Icheb glared at the drone. “You say you want my willing cooperation, but you abducted me from my ship, physically assaulted me, continue to hold me against my will behind a force field, and have threatened me and my crew almost unceasingly since you brought me aboard. Despite your statements to the contrary, it would seem my willingness is irrelevant,” he suggested angrily.

    “He’s sorry,” Lakwa spoke up, stepping in between Malik and Icheb. Apologize, Malik, she added, using their neural link.

    Malik held Icheb’s gaze, then nodded and took a slightly less threatening stance. “I apologize for striking you,” he said levelly. “My anger is directed at the Federation. You are their representative, and as such, it is difficult not to feel anger toward you, too.” Lakwa shot him a glance and he took a step backward, away from Icheb. Lakwa scanned Icheb with a device on her arm, then activated another device and treated the cuts and bruises he had received when Malik had struck him in the repair chamber.

    “Why are you angry with the Federation?” Icheb asked as Lakwa treated him, wondering if Malik would be as reluctant to answer his questions as he was to answer theirs.

    “That discussion will require a significant amount of time,” Malik replied dryly. “Perhaps it would be better to wait until you have had a chance to regenerate. We’re willing to adapt an alcove for your use if you will tell us how.”

    Icheb slowly nodded. He could do that without telling them anything terribly important, and he would have to regenerate if he was to have any hope of surviving and returning to the Tesseract. “What is this vessel?” he asked, eyeing Malik warily. “It doesn’t look like any Borg vessel I’m familiar with.”

    “It’s not,” Malik said. “This is a vessel of the Resistance.” He smirked and added almost wryly, “Welcome to the war you started.”
     
  8. mirandafave

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    As posted over on Ad Astra:
    I love how Adele rocks up in this scene and how Maren's actions have in part angered her, with Adele calling her a slip of a girl and contemplating throwing her into the brig for her stunt. And in fairness, she would be within her rights. And it has to be said, she may need to do so if the Advisory Board get wind of the true motivations behind Maren's actions. It really could mean the end of her career. Which would pose a bit of an issue if she was drumrolled out of the fleet - as stranded away from the Alpha Quadrant what would she do? Walk about the Tesseract corridors bitching about the new Engineering chief? Hmmm. Anyway, sidetracked.
    Love how Adele though keeps herself very composed. Her part Betazoid nature comes in handy for helping her deal with a whole flux of emotions. Having tto deal with the Borg has to be troubling nevermind having actual Borg drones onboard at her majesty's pleasure. This cannot be an easy thing to contend with but Adele comports herself admirably. Speaking of Admirals, wonder what he is going to do with the Borg drones? Sidetracked again. But she also uses her Betazoid heritage to her advantage with John. She can sorta read him and apart from picking up all *that* going on with him, she senses his evasion of the truth. Of course the mystery behind that means she could call John's bluff if he himself didn't think he'd been rumbled.

    Now as to John. I mentioned how he is the Poster Boy of Starfleet - not just in terms of his easy likeable personality and skills but because even when being flippant and sarcastic about the perils of Starfleet he actually believes in the mantra he spills out.

    And it is nice and refreshing to see a character genuinely believe that and be proud of that aspect. Nice too that Adele sees some of that Starfleet ethos and attitude is what influenced the rather naive Maren when she decided tro spare the drones. Contrast this to Icheb's friends pointing the finger squarely at the Federation.

    What's his beef then? Why are the Federation so blamed by him? And why is it so necessary to win their support? Lots of mystery surrounding their motivation. They appear to be the good guys - acting as a Resistance to the Borg. So what's that all about?

    I like Icheb trying to stay in Icheb mode, even when captured, quoting Starfleet regulations and trying to reason with his captures whilst not cooperating. He continues to be a fascinating character that I forget at times he didn't get that much air time on Voyager. Also the troubling notion Icheb hints at regards their need to retunr him. What danger is he hinting at if not just supremely confident in the crew rescuing him? A little troubling.

    Oh and the whole John bit was just ... well for a tough ole guy he's emoting a lot of feelings and is one mixed up and conflicted guy as his emotions for Maren butt with his loyalties and friendship to Icheb. It is one very tricky and heartbreaking situation he finds himself in not to mention that upon waking, Maren asks almost immediately after Icheb. Talk about sticking it in the ribs.
     
  9. KimMH

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    YOU DO NOT DISAPPOINT !!!!

    I really appreciate Adele's struggle over Bashir treating the drones. Making your enemy a friend is a lovely philosophy but much harder in practical application!!! Like not shouting at my neighbor when his dog poops in my yard!

    It's part of the dichotomy about whether StarFleet is a scientific body or a military entity. When Jon Archer set out in the first Enterprise to return the Klingon he was a pilot/astronaut in search of brave new worlds! What he got of course, was embroiled in quadrant politics- which is what Vulcan feared - perhaps rightly so! Brave New Worlds indeed!

    Well done - I so enjoy your work - I am always anxious to read a new one but think a part of the charm is having to wait for your lovely lovely nuggets!

    Keep them coming!!
     
  10. Gibraltar

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    Adele is justly angry with Maren, not so much for what she did, but why. Their upcoming confrontation isn’t a conversation any captain should have to have with their chief engineer, a member of their senior staff.

    Then again, I can also see Maren’s side of the equation. She’s in love with an ex-Borg drone, so she knows that there could still be real people trapped within those Collective controlled bodies. And as she’s too young to have served in the Dominion War and hasn’t had to develop the innate responses to uber-threats like those officers and personnel who had to fight such threats as the Jem’Hadar doubtless have… such as shoot first and leave your questions to the forensic pathologists to answer.

    Again, the captain’s having to play camp counselor in order to keep her security chief in line, because he’s too busy agonizing over his unrequited love for Maren from her bedside when he should be at his post. Don’t get me wrong, I love your characters, but it must sometimes feel to Adele like she’s been sent into the Delta Quadrant with the cast of 90210 (the original, thank you… and yes, I’m dating myself). :p

    Forgive me for saying so, but I want to take Icheb, Maren, and John back in time ten years and post them to Gibraltar for a month to get a taste of stress-based decision making. :devil:

    And now we know… the Resistance… some kind of former-Borg renegade group perhaps stemming from the future-Janeway’s anti-cyber weaponry and destruction of the Borg Hub? They’re obviously blaming the Federation for their war, and Voyager’s the only Federation vessel that’s been out this far.

    As always, compelling, intriguing, and addictive are the adjectives I’d choose to affix to your work.
     
  11. CaptainSarine

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    I'm with Gibraltar here - compelling, intruiguing and addictive! More, more, MORE!

    (course considering the rate I've been updating Restoration I probably shouldn't be opening my big mouth, now should I...?)

    Anyway... I really liked Adele in this chapter. I found her really captain-like - she has to do her number on her chief engineer and yet at the thought of someone else intervening and doing something to her, she has Marin's back. I think the experience of losing her husband has really made her even more empathetic to the plight of our star-crossed lovers, so she can relate to that side of things, while staying maintaining her profesionalism. I just thought you really nailed her character in this chapter.

    I loved all of the stuff between Icheb and his captors, as well as the tidbits we received as to their identify - I'm intrigued to know who they are exactly and why they have such a problem with the Federation.

    Basically, another fantastic chapter, one that I really enjoyed and can't wait to read the next installment!

    Great stuff, you're the boss(-lady)! I am not worthy, I am not worthy!!!
     
  12. kes7

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    Wow, a lot to respond to here .... thanks for all the commentary! I love it!

    Miranda Fave -- Thanks for the awesome comments! Adele is not thrilled about the situation, that's for sure, but like Joel said in his review, she sees her crew as HER crew, even the ones she had doubts about from day one due to youth, Borg-ness, or both (*cough*Maren-and-Icheb*cough*). As far as she's concerned, if anyone is going to ruin Maren's career, it will be her, and not the creepy admiral or the obnoxious lawyer from the advisory board. So she'll protect Maren until she can talk to her and find out what really happened in engineering and where Maren's mind is in regard to their mission. As for John, yes, he's totally a Starfleet poster boy in many ways. Deep down, he's very idealistic, even though he likes to pretend he's not. And his situation with regard to his friends IS difficult for him ... mixed up and conflicted pretty much sums it up. Then there are Icheb's "friends" -- yes, they are resisting. (Is resistance really futile? :borg:) But the situation is a lot more complex than it was when Janeway was cruising the DQ. You'll see in the coming chapters why they've got issues with the Federation, while also needing their help. As for Icheb's warnings ... remember what he was bred for?

    OldestRedShirtEver (I never remember which letters to skip for your username) -- Thanks so much for the kind comments! I agree, there's often been a really strange dynamic with Starfleet with regard to their primary mission. Are they scientists with guns, or soldiers doing science projects? The truth is that they're a little bit of both, with individual characters falling a little more to one side or the other depending on their interests, experience and temperament. Makes for some messy interactions when those pesky ethical dilemmas crop up!

    Gibraltar -- I like your summary of the Adele/Maren situation -- pretty accurate, I'd say. Her upcoming discussion with Adele should be interesting (at least, I hope you will think so!). Oh, and it bears reminding here that (luckily for everyone!) John is NOT the security chief. He's only a very promising (promising, that is, if he could detach himself from his friends a little like he was able to on the Titan due to their not being there) lieutenant JG in the security department. He gets to order ensigns and enlisted around, but he's not in charge of everything. (And hey, I watched the orignal 90210, too, so if you're old, so am I! And Adele probably does feel that way at times.) I cannot begin to imagine the field day that the Gibraltar's senior staff would have with Icheb, Maren, and John (especially if we're talking Pava and Liana!). Something tells me they'd be whipped into shape in no time. Though, in their defense, I should point out that they were all separated for the last two years and functioning quite competently before they were assigned here, and before that, there wasn't all the angst ... Icheb was with Maren, and John was completely used to that. So all the interpersonal drama is fairly new to them. Re: the Resistance ... I hope this will prove interesting. This is not a neat and clean war by any stretch. That trial by fire you wanted to send Icheb, Maren and John to on the Gibraltar? Oh, yeah, it's coming. Thanks so much for the great review and nice comments!

    Capt. Sarine -- Hush, you slacker! :devil: I've been awaiting new Restoration and here you are asking me to pick up the pace? :scream: (KIDDING! I'm glad you want more!) I enjoyed your comments on Adele and I'm happy she impressed you during this chapter. I think she is sympathetic to our troubled couple (well, ex-couple), but sympathy only goes so far when their relationship might acutally have caused Maren to endanger the crew and be careless with her own life (as chief engineer, she is sort of needed around there after all, at least more than a few Borg drones are needed!). As for Icheb's captors -- you'll see what their issues are. Malik's had a lot of time to think this stuff over, he'll probably have quite a bit to say when his time comes. Thanks for the great comments! (Oh, and you know I think you're at least twice the writer I am, so stop with that "I'm not worthy" stuff. :rolleyes:;)
     
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  13. CaptainSarine

    CaptainSarine Commander Red Shirt

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    You're welcome for the comments.

    And just to prove I'm not a slacker, I've just posted Chapter 3. So there! :nyah:

    Just kidding (not about the chapter though, that really is up! :lol:)
     
  14. CeJay

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    I hadn't really thought about it that way, but Adele is absolutely right about Maren and she will need to find a way to deal with her behavior. Risking the entire ship because she was/is/will be in love with Icheb is unacceptable. And the argument that it's the Starfleet thing to do doesn't really hold up. These are the Borg for crying out loud, not your garden variety, misguided, xenophobic race.

    But I also appreciate her loyalty to her young chief engineer. And I like that she is trying to protect her from the advisory board. This is an unique problem for the captain and once again demonstrated the issues you have to face with the advisory group on board. (Is there any advantage having them around, by the way? So far I haven't seen one.)

    And our Borg resistance friends are becoming more sympathetic now that we know what they are really up to. And if Starfleet did start this war, their anger might be understandable.

    I really enjoyed this last chapter.
     
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  15. kes7

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    CeJay -- Thanks so much for the review, I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter. Re: the advisory board -- For Adele? No, there's not much benefit (other than the possibility of getting their perspective and advice). For Starfleet Command and the Federation Council? Yes, there's benefit. As far as Maren goes ... just keep in mind we haven't actually heard her side of the story yet, and neither has Adele. So far, all we have is informed speculation regarding her motivations. And then there's the Borg resistance ... we'll see what they have to say for themselves in the chapters to come ... thanks for reading and commenting!
     
  16. tenmei

    tenmei Commodore Commodore

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    A little bit late joining the party in giving feedback on your latest installment - but, as usual, there isn't much I can add to what has already been said. You continue to develop your characters and make them fully fleshed out and three dimensional, a skill that I'm terribly envious of, and make the readers care for them as much as we would the characters of Picard, Janeway and Sisko.

    So Icheb's friends are the Borg Resistance - after all the excitement we've already experienced, I can't wait to see what you've got for us in the inevitable three-way (possibly four-way) confrontation between the Tesseract, the Borg and the Resistance (and possibly the Tyndorans too, they'll be turning up again I'll wager).
     
  17. kes7

    kes7 Fleet Captain Fleet Captain

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    tenmei - It's never too late to join this party! Thanks for the comments, I do love the feedback. (Especially when it's as kind a statement as you just made about my characters -- caring for them like you do the REAL captains? :eek: That completely makes my day!) I'm eagerly awaiting more of your story, too!
     
  18. KimMH

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    oh - another casting thought - heard on the radio - sleeping in cold rooms give you more nightmares - conversely a nice warm shower brings you happy thoughts -

    Thandi Newton as Adele. Might be a little young but I suspect that's just to-die-for genes she's still only 37 years old - but she was wonderful in Chronicles of Riddick and Crash and one of the Mission Impossibles and Run Fat Boy Run (W/Simon Pegg!)
     
  19. tenmei

    tenmei Commodore Commodore

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    She also played Condoleeza Rice in that W film, if memory serves.
     
  20. Diogenes

    Diogenes Lieutenant Red Shirt

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    Great idea, Oldstredshrtevr, on Thandi Newton as Adele. She has a bit of a regal carriage. And plays a few years older than she is, I think. The more I think on it, the more I like this idea, as I've been conceiving of Adele in my head---the easily-icy-but-genuinely-warm, velvet-over-steel voice with command authority emerging from a body slighter than most of the fleet jocks on Tesseract. But I KNOW she would strap on a phase-compression rifle, combat knife, photonic grenades, and kick your ass all over the place if you push her too far when you mess with her ship and/or her crew! (This notion of a female captain is, I admit, heavily influenced by Janeway, my favorite of the Trek series' commanding officers. Sure, there are those who think very much less of Janeway, but I'll argue for the late, great Kate any time!... ahem, sorry... defensive...)

    Hey, for John Quigley, how about Jensen Ackles. I think he could pull off that freindly-but-just-shy-of-being-too-confident, cheeky, clever, will-always-save-you-from-danger, hottie-tactical-jock dude.

    I like this game...