Star Trek Voyager: Theoretical Horizons (AU)

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[In Transit: USS Carolina and Escort Fleet]

The convoy of Starfleet vessels surged through warp, their formation tight and their shields at maximum. The mood aboard the USS Carolina was tense, with every officer aware of the critical nature of their mission.

“Captain,” Anaya called out, “long-range sensors are picking up multiple warp signatures. Dominion ships. Closing fast.”

Tannen straightened in his chair. “How many?”

“Five Jem’Hadar attack ships, one battleship,” she replied, her voice edged with alarm.

The Carolina’s first officer, Commander Rourke, stepped closer to the viewscreen. “They’re coming straight for us. Do you think they know about the transmission?”

Tannen frowned. “Given the timing, it wouldn’t surprise me. Signal the fleet. Inform the other captains to prepare for engagement.”

Captain Voss of the USS Lexington, one of the escorting ships, appeared on the comm channel. “Tannen, what’s the situation? Why would the Dominion send a task force this deep into Federation space?”

Tannen shook his head. “I can’t say for sure, but I know one thing—we can’t let them reach the Carolina.”

Voss leaned forward. “Do you think this has something to do with that message from Voyager?”

“The timing seems too close for comfort.” Tannen admitted. “Admiral Hayes was clear: we guard this data with our lives.”

Voss nodded grimly. “Understood. We’ll hold the line.”

The Jem’Hadar ships erupted into the convoy’s warp path, their weapons blazing as they closed in. Phaser fire streaked through subspace, shields flared under the onslaught, and the Starfleet ships maintained their high-speed trajectory. The Carolina led the defensive formation, its phasers lashing out against the advancing Dominion vessels.

“Evasive maneuvers!” Tannen barked. “Target their lead ship. Fire at will!”

The Carolina shook violently as it took a direct hit from a Jem’Hadar attack ship. Explosions erupted across the bridge, and sparks rained from the ceiling. Rourke steadied himself against the railing.

“Shields at sixty percent!” Anaya reported. “They’re concentrating fire on us.”

“Reinforce the shields!” Tannen ordered. “And keep us between them and the Lexington.”

The Lexington managed to score a direct hit on one Jem’Hadar vessel, which erupted into a fiery cascade of debris. But the Dominion’s relentless assault was overwhelming. Two smaller Federation ships, the USS Mariner and the USS Velos, struggled to hold their positions. The Velos was struck by multiple torpedoes, its hull breached as it spiraled out of formation before exploding.

“Mariner’s shields are failing!” Voss called over the comms. “We’re taking heavy fire!”

Tannen gritted his teeth. “Anaya, divert auxiliary power to the weapons. Rourke, coordinate with the Lexington—cover the Mariner’s retreat!”

The Jem’Hadar battleship loomed closer, its torpedoes cutting a devastating path through the Federation ships. The Mariner exploded under the barrage, the loss sending a ripple of shock through the fleet.

“They’re closing in on us!” Anaya shouted. “We can’t take much more of this.”

Just as the Dominion fleet began to close in on the Carolina, multiple warp signatures lit up the sensors. The Defiant surged into the warp corridor, its pulse phasers already blazing, flanked by three Klingon Birds-of-Prey. The Klingon ships roared into the fray, their disruptors targeting the Jem’Hadar battleship.

“This is General Martok,” came the gruff voice over the comms. “I hope you left something for us to fight!”

Cheers erupted on the Carolina’s bridge as the reinforcements plunged into the battle. The Defiant weaved skilfully through the Jem’Hadar formation, its weapons ripping through an attack ship. On the main viewscreen, the faces of both Martok and Captain Benjamin Sisko appeared.

“Captain Tannen,” Sisko began, his voice calm but commanding, “we’ve received word of your situation. It looks like you could use some assistance.”

“General, Captain Sisko, you arrived just in time.” Tannen replied. “The Dominion is determined to stop us. Whatever they think we have, they’re not going to let us go without a fight.”

“Then they’ll regret underestimating us,” Martok growled. “Tannen, keep your convoy in formation. We will handle the battleship.”

The Dominion battleship fired relentlessly, its torpedoes slicing through the Birds-of-Prey. One Klingon ship exploded, its fiery demise igniting Martok’s fury. “Push forward! Show them the might of the Empire!” he bellowed.

Meanwhile, the Defiant outmaneuvered a pair of Jem’Hadar attack ships, its quantum torpedoes obliterating one while phasers disabled the other. The Carolina held its trajectory, exchanging fire with an encroaching Dominion vessel.

“Direct hit on their port nacelle!” Anaya called out. “They’re losing power!”

“Finish them off!” Tannen commanded.

As the combined Starfleet and Klingon forces began to turn the tide, Tannen turned to Rourke. “Prepare the countermeasure. If the Dominion believes we’re destroyed, they may abandon their pursuit.”

Rourke nodded. “Deploying the decoy now.”

The Carolina released a cluster of modified escape pods rigged with explosives and energy signatures mimicking the Carolina’s systems. The pods detonated in a brilliant explosion, creating the illusion that the Carolina had been destroyed. The Jem’Hadar ships faltered, their sensors overloaded by the false readings.

“Mask our warp trail and execute a high intensity warp burst!” Tannen ordered

The Carolina surged forward at high warp, its trail obscured by an energy scatterfield. Behind them, the Dominion task force slowed, their pursuit seemingly abandoned.

“Dominion ships are pulling back!” Anaya reported. “It’s working!”

Once the Dominion ships retreated into the void, the remaining Starfleet and Klingon vessels regrouped. The Carolina, battered but intact, reduced its speed and altered its trajectory, waiting for her allies to catch up.

Martok’s face reappeared on the comm channel, his expression both impressed and amused. “A clever trick, Captain Tannen. The Dominion will think twice before underestimating us again.”

Sisko’s voice was steady. “Well done, Captain. Let’s get that transmission back to Starfleet Command.”

Tannen exhaled, the weight of the battle still heavy. “Agreed. Resume course for Earth. Let’s finish this.”

Martok’s gruff voice cut through. “Tannen, what kind of message could possibly be so important that Starfleet would risk so many lives to ensure its safety?”

Tannen hesitated, his jaw tightening. “General, the message is encrypted and marked for Starfleet Command’s eyes only. All I know is that Command considers it vital.”

Martok let out a low growl of frustration. “Typical Starfleet—cloaking their intentions behind layers of secrecy. Bah!” He turned his sharp gaze toward Sisko on his viewer. “What about you, Captain? Do you share the same blind faith?”

Sisko’s expression remained steady. “General, I was told this transmission came from the starship Voyager. They’ve been cut off from Starfleet in the Delta Quadrant for over three years. If they’ve managed to survive out there and send something back, I’d say it’s worth every ounce of effort we’ve made to secure it.”

Martok’s expression softened into grudging respect. “A fair point, Captain. Only warriors of great skill and determination could endure such isolation and still serve their people. It is an honour to fight for such a cause.”

Sisko inclined his head. “Thank you, General. And I’m confident you’ll find Starfleet’s trust in Voyager well-placed.”

The Defiant and Klingon ships flanked the convoy as they continued their journey, the weight of their mission pressing heavily on all aboard. Martok’s voice rumbled over the comm once more, a mixture of respect and pride. “For honour—and for victory!”

[Starfleet Headquarters, Earth: Secure Operations Center]

Admiral Hayes stood at the head of a dimly lit room, the walls lined with advanced computer interfaces. Around him, a handpicked team of Starfleet’s best encryption specialists worked tirelessly, their focus unbroken as the decrypted portions of Voyager’s transmission began to unfold.

Lieutenant Commander DeLorenzo leaned closer to his console, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Admiral, this layer of encryption is unlike anything I’ve seen before. It’s… adapting to our systems.”

Hayes stepped forward, his voice calm but commanding. “Adapting how?”

“It’s analysing the environment,” DeLorenzo explained. “It seems designed to verify its location. If it detects it’s not in a secure Starfleet facility, it locks itself down further. But now that it confirmed it’s in a secure network, it’s beginning to open up.”

“Good,” Hayes replied. “Let it do its work, but monitor every stage. I don’t want any surprises.”

A junior officer glanced over from another station. “Sir, a message header has just appeared. It’s addressed directly to you.”

Hayes exchanged a brief glance with DeLorenzo before nodding. “Put it on the main display.”

The screen flickered to life, revealing a recorded message from Captain Janeway. Her tone was professional, her expression calm but resolute.

“Admiral Hayes,” she began. “This transmission was sent under gravest of circumstances. Due to the risks involved, we’ve only included what we deemed most crucial. Enclosed are the specifications for an AI framework and foundational data on the experimental technologies spearheaded by Lieutenant Torres. We trust Starfleet to develop these technologies responsibly, understanding the immense potential—and danger—they represent. For the safety of Voyager and the Alpha Quadrant, this information must remain classified at the highest levels. Good luck, Admiral. Janeway out.”

The room fell silent as the message ended. Hayes turned to face his team, his expression mostly unreadable with barely a hint of awe.

“I’ll be damned. They came through. What’s your assessment?” he asked DeLorenzo.

DeLorenzo folded his arms, his tone thoughtful. “This framework could revolutionize Starfleet operations. If Voyager’s data is as advanced as it seems, it could be a game-changer in the war effort.”

Hayes nodded, his voice firm. “The information doesn’t leave this room. All data handling will follow high level security protocols. No one without explicit clearance from Starfleet Command is to access or even be informed about the contents.”

One of the officers hesitated. “Admiral, with respect, shouldn’t we inform other departments about this? The implications—”

Hayes cut him off with a raised hand. “I understand your concerns, Lieutenant, but given the war and past infiltration issues, this information stays strictly need-to-know. That includes you. Until Starfleet Command determines otherwise, no one outside this room is to be made aware of this transmission. Clear?”

The officer nodded, though his unease was evident. Hayes turned back to the main console, studying the data displayed on the screen.


[Starfleet Headquarters: Briefing with Martok, Sisko, and Tannen]

In a secured Starfleet conference room, Admiral Hayes sat at the head of a polished table. General Martok and Captain Benjamin Sisko flanked him, their differing expressions reflecting the gravity of the discussion. Captain Tannen, fresh from the USS Carolina’s mission, sat with quiet attentiveness.

Martok’s voice broke the silence, gruff and impatient. “Admiral Hayes, after the blood spilled to secure this transmission, I trust the effort was not in vain.”

Hayes met Martok’s gaze evenly. “General, I understand your concern, and I assure you, this transmission holds great importance—not just for Starfleet, but for our alliance as a whole.”

Martok grunted, folding his arms. “And yet, secrecy shrouds it. If you expect our warriors to shed blood for your missions, Admiral, I suggest you offer more than reassurances.”

Sisko interjected calmly, his tone measured. “General, you’ll recall I informed you who sent that message. What they sent must be significant. We can both appreciate Admiral Hayes’s caution in handling something of this magnitude.”

Martok’s gaze narrowed but nodded reluctantly. “Surviving in the Delta Quadrant speaks to their tenacity, but it does not excuse keeping allies in the dark. The Dominion thrives on exploiting such divisions.”

Hayes leaned forward slightly, his tone diplomatic. “You’re absolutely right, General. Once we fully understand the implications of what Voyager sent, we will share what we can with our allies, within bounds of security. Captain Janeway herself emphasized the need for discretion, and given past issues with changeling infiltration, I trust you understand the necessity of vigilance.”

Martok’s expression hardened, though his voice softened with grudging respect. “A fair point. The changelings have proven to be formidable adversaries, and I’ve seen first hand how even the most honourable warriors can be deceived. If secrecy is your shield, then so be it—for now.”

Tannen, who had remained silent until now, spoke up. “Admiral, General, I can attest that the lengths my crew went to in protecting this transmission were not taken lightly. The encryption alone was highly advanced— even more so than what we sent during our attempts to communicate with them via the relay network.”

Hayes nodded, a moment of reflection crossing his features. “Captain, you raise an excellent point. When we sent our own messages to Voyager, they were, by necessity, highly encrypted as well, but limited—apologies, star maps, personal letters. It was all we could manage in the brief window we had, and it wasn’t enough. Now, in just a week since we made contact, Voyager has returned the favour—sending us something far beyond what anyone could have expected.”

Martok’s gaze narrowed, his voice a low growl. “A Federation ship stranded in hostile space, alone and without resources, managed to send you something of such value? Remarkable… but it makes your Federation’s earlier weakness all the more glaring.”

Hayes met Martok’s challenge with calm resolve. “General, during our first contact with the ship, we had mere moments to establish communication and offer what support we could. Voyager’s message reflects their determination. It’s a reminder of what’s possible when necessity pushes us to our limits.”

Martok let out a low growl but inclined his head. “Very well, Admiral. If this transmission proves as vital as you claim, then honour has been served. But know this—if it turns out to be unworthy of the lives lost, the Empire will demand accountability.”

Sisko offered a small nod. “Admiral Hayes, whatever this transmission contains, I’m confident you’ll handle it with the care and responsibility it demands.”

Hayes stood, signalling the end of the meeting. “General Martok, Captain Sisko, thank you for your understanding and support. Starfleet values the trust you’ve placed in us, and make no mistake General, I will make it a point to share what we learn with our allies as soon as its appropriate. Captain Tannen, remain with me, and we’ll go over your mission in detail.”

As the others departed, Martok turned back briefly, his tone softer but resolute. “See that your caution serves its purpose, Hayes. Lives were paid for this trust.”

Hayes inclined his head solemnly. “They will not be in vain, General.”

Turning back to Tannen, Hayes gestured for him to remain seated.

 

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[Starfleet Headquarters: Advanced R&D Division]

After Hayes' briefing, the decrypted data is transferred securely to Starfleet’s Advanced Research and Development Division. Leading scientists and engineers gather in a secure lab, reviewing the contents of Voyager's transmission. The files are comprehensive, containing detailed schematics, algorithms, and foundational principles for the AI Forge framework, alongside Torres’ notes on key developmental methodologies.

Dr. Varya Lenek, a seasoned researcher, stares at the display, her jaw tightening as lines of code and diagrams unfold. "This... this is decades ahead of anything we’ve developed. Voyager wasn’t just surviving out there—they were innovating on a level we’ve only theorized about."

Commander T’lonn, a Vulcan specialist in quantum computation, raises an eyebrow. "The AI Forge appears to simulate and refine technological development autonomously. If these specifications are accurate, it could exponentially accelerate Starfleet’s ability to design and deploy new systems."

Dr. Lenek, still marvelling at the data, shifts her focus to Torres’ files. "But where are the full designs for the ZPE core? Torres’ notes are detailed, but they don’t include final schematics. Why wouldn’t Voyager send those, especially given their importance?"

Admiral Hayes, present to oversee the evaluation, interjects. "The crew understood the implications of sending fully realized ZPE core designs across the galaxy, especially while using an alien relay network. Captain Janeway’s message to me mentioned the Forge was sent under grave circumstances – probably something related to why the relay network went down, which happened shortly after the Carolina received the packet. This wasn’t an oversight—it was deliberate."

Lieutenant Commander Arlen, a weapons specialist, adds, “Security or not, we still need that technology. The AI Forge may be powerful, but one has to know how to use it.”

Hayes nods. “Ms. Torres foundational data and Voyager’s EMH recorded debrief should be adequate to guide us.”

T’lonn, analysing the data further, tilts his head slightly. “It may not be necessary to replicate Voyager’s exact method. Starfleet already has the infrastructure—our networked processors, each more powerful than Voyager’s original could be adapted for a distributed AI Forge framework. By scaling processing power, we could replicate their results without requiring an entirely new processor.”

Hayes was onboard but cautiously optimistic. “While I agree that’s likely part of the reason the crew sent us just the Forge, Voyager’s EMH indicated the new processor was also being used in managing their ZPE core.”

Dr. Lenek, visibly intrigued, nods. “That would make sense. A leap in power generation of that magnitude would have to be accompanied by appropriate leap in processing technology. If we can replicate their design approach, it should be possible to develop a ZPE core and even ZPE-based torpedoes, much like they did. In the Doctor’s debrief, he mentioned that the Forge used the research on the core to develop the torpedo technology. With this framework, we could do the same.”

Arlen, leaning forward, adds, “ZPE-based torpedoes would be a game-changer, Admiral. If what the EMH told you about their power output is accurate, this alone could outclass Dominion and Cardassian weaponry. The war could shift in our favour.”

Hayes raises a hand, silencing the growing excitement in the room. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. The AI Forge isn’t a magic wand. It’s a tool, and like any tool, it requires precision, expertise, and discipline to wield properly. Our first priority is understanding its limits. We don’t want to repeat the mistakes of other rushed projects. I want this team to take its time analysing every aspect of the Forge before we attempt anything on the scale of a ZPE core or weaponry.”

T’lonn, raising an eyebrow, speaks with a hint of Vulcan wryness. “Admiral, while I agree with your assessment, it should be noted that the Forge’s outputs require a 99.99% viability threshold as well as adherence to Starfleet ethical guidelines. In practical terms, this level of precision and ethics significantly reduces the likelihood of failure, assuming its parameters are adhered to.”

Arlen chuckles softly. “If you ask me, Admiral, it’s almost a magic wand—just one that requires a steady hand to wave it.”

Hayes allows a faint smile but doesn’t break his commanding tone. “I’ll give you ‘almost’, Commander. But we’re not here to wave wands; we’re here to build lasting advantages. That requires patience, discipline, and the kind of thoroughness that makes 99.99% viable outcomes feel like they’re earned. Let’s not lose sight of that.”

Dr. Lenek, leaning back slightly, muses aloud, “It’s remarkable when you think about it. A former Maquis engineer, leading a team stranded 75,000 light-years away, created something that could alter the course of this war. The irony of the Maquis, who fought against Starfleet, now contributing so significantly to its survival isn’t lost on me.”

Still marvelling at the data, Dr. Lenek pauses on a file marked "Personal Reflections – Lt. Torres." Her eyes narrow as she reads. "There’s something here in Torres’ personal notes. She writes: ‘Necessity shouldn’t be the mother of invention—not for Starfleet. We have the means to innovate proactively, to leap forward instead of waiting for crises to force our hand.’”

Commander T’lonn raises an eyebrow at the sentiment. "A logical observation. It aligns with her deliberate approach to the AI Forge’s development. Voyager’s situation may have driven innovation, but Torres clearly aspired to a philosophy of foresight rather than reaction."

Hayes leans back slightly, considering. "I’ve read her notes. Torres’ perspective is interesting, but one that warrants caution. Starfleet’s approach has always balanced exploration with safety—ensuring that progress doesn’t outpace our ability to manage it. But..." He pauses, as if weighing the implications. "her point about being proactive isn’t without merit. Perhaps we’ve relied too heavily on tried-and-true methods, waiting for necessity to force change. If Voyager proves anything, it’s that we may need to rethink when and how we push the boundaries."

Dr. Lenek, glancing at the notes again, smirks faintly. "Looks like she might have a suggestion for that as well. She adds that leaps don’t have to leave everyone behind— adjusting to new technology wouldn’t necessarily take decades if approached the right way."

Hayes’ lips twitch slightly, as if caught between amusement and contemplation. "I have a feeling she may have already had this discussion with Captain Janeway, whom being a scientist, would actually agree with her. It’s certainly ambitious, but not impossible. If the Forge’s design principles hold up to scrutiny, it could help us adapt faster than we thought possible—provided we proceed carefully."

Dr. Lenek, her tone lighter, adds, "I suspect Torres would have a lot to say about what ‘carefully’ means. But I agree—if we show we can handle leaps responsibly, we’ll catch up to them faster than we think."

T’lonn, ever pragmatic, interjects, “From what I understand, Lt. Torres attended Starfleet Academy for two years before dropping out. One of her professors left a letter in her personal file saying he would endorse her should she ever desire to return. That said, Maquis members aboard Voyager were integrated into the crew to ensure the ship’s survival in the Delta Quadrant. Necessity often yields unexpected outcomes. It would be illogical to diminish her contributions based on her former affiliations.”

Arlen nods, adding, “And frankly, her Maquis background may have helped. They had to think outside Starfleet’s traditional methods to survive. That kind of adaptability is invaluable.”

Hayes’s expression softens slightly, his tone reflective. “Survival has a way of forcing innovation. But it’s also a testament to Captain Janeway’s leadership—turning two factions into one crew. That cohesion is why we’re looking at this data today. Let’s not forget that.”

Dr. Lenek, her expression now focused, says, “Understood, Admiral. But with the data we’ve received, we’re already ahead of the curve. Even if it takes time, we’re not starting from scratch.”

Hayes offers a faint smile. “And that’s exactly why this is Voyager’s legacy. Let’s honour it responsibly. Begin by simulating the Forge’s functionality using existing Starfleet resources. Once we’re confident in its operations, we’ll move on to its applications, starting with the computer core upgrade.”

T’lonn nods. “Logical. The upgraded core’s capacity will streamline future designs, as it did for Voyager. With our infrastructure, we should achieve similar results in less time.”

Hayes straightens, his expression firm. “That will be our foundation for everything else. We may not be able to give our ships ZPE cores, even if they are replicable just yet, but we could use these breakthroughs to get to the replicable ZPE torpedoes which we will have to find a way to proliferate through the fleet securely. We will have to proceed carefully. And remember, this information doesn’t leave this room.”

As the room began to quiet down, Lieutenant Commander Arlen hesitated, then glanced at Hayes. “Admiral, if I may… The Maquis aboard Voyager. They were considered terrorists by Starfleet before they disappeared. But now, they’ve worked side by side with Starfleet, and one of them has spearheaded developments that could turn the tide of this war. Doesn’t that warrant some re-evaluation?”

Hayes exhaled, his tone measured. “It’s not that simple, Commander. Starfleet’s stance on the Maquis was clear when they left Federation space. Their actions before Voyager disappeared don’t just vanish because of extraordinary circumstances.”

T’lonn raised an eyebrow. “However, Admiral, logic dictates that their cooperation aboard Voyager for the past three and half years cannot be overlooked. Survival fostered unity, and this transmission demonstrates the results of that unity.”

Dr. Lenek nodded, adding, “And on Voyager, it’s not just survival. The Maquis were fully integrated into the crew. Some were reinstated to Starfleet ranks—Chakotay as first officer, Tom Paris as their helmsman and Torres as chief engineer—and they’ve performed exceptionally. The distinction between Maquis and Starfleet seems to have faded long ago for them.”

Arlen pressed further. “With respect, Admiral, if Captain Janeway trusted them enough to promote and rely on them, doesn’t that carry weight?”

Hayes’s expression softened slightly as he glanced at the display of Torres’ notes. “It does, and I don’t disagree with you personally. But the rest of Starfleet doesn’t operate on precedent alone. Officially addressing their status—especially in the middle of a war—requires careful deliberation.”

Lenek leaned forward slightly. “Do we really need to wait, though? Their contributions here are proof enough of their loyalty and value.”

Hayes paused, his tone firm but understanding. “Their actions aboard Voyager speak volumes, and they will be recognized in time. Likely once the war is over or when Voyager returns home—whichever happens first. Until then, our focus remains on the work at hand.”

Lenek, glancing back at the display, added thoughtfully, “Perhaps by then, what they’ve done out there will speak louder than what they did before.” Hayes straightened, his tone signalling the discussion was over. “I expect it will. Dismissed.”

 

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I made some mods to the previous sections just after Basics rewrite where I added some stuff.
More things coming in soon (after I finish up the Arturis and QS encounter) - I hope people are enjoying it.

EDIT: Skipping the Hope and Fear episode for now (but will backtrack to it).

Next in line are Dark Frontier ending mods... and Equinox.

 

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Stardate 52619.0 – Unimatrix 01

The Queen tilted her head as if listening to a song only she could hear. Her gaze bored into Seven of Nine, unblinking, as if dissecting her down to the molecular level.

"You have failed them," she said, voice smooth as silk, cold as the vacuum of space.

Seven’s stance faltered. Two drones flanked her, motionless but ready. Her breathing was shallow, unmeasured—a reflex long since overwritten by cybernetic order. But the hesitation in her eyes was all too human.

"No…" she said defiantly and went to raise her hand to strike the Queen, who stopped her hand and stepped closer, graceful, confident. "We thought you would be an asset to us. We were wrong. You are... weak."

Captain Janeway’s voice rang out, firm and sharp. “Don’t listen to her, Seven. She’s irrelevant.”

Janeway raised her phaser rifle slowly. She was aiming at the Queen while quickly taking count of the drones in the chamber.

“Call them off or I’ll destroy you,” she warned. The Queen arched an eyebrow. “Your weapons are useless.” Janeway was unflinching. “Don’t be so sure.” – she tapped her commbadge. “Tom status.”

Paris’s voice came back, taut with urgency. “We’ve targeted the chamber, Captain. High-yield torpedoes standing by.”

The Queen wasn’t convinced, but something was amiss. A subtle change in the local security grid, suggesting Janeway had another individual working on disabling systems around these chambers. She pressed further. “You would be destroyed as well, along with your crewman.”

Janeway narrowed her eyes. “Better that than being one of you.” With but a barely noticeable motion, the Queen ordered her drones to advance. Janeway quickly said. “Tom, full spread. Fire on my command.”

The Queen made another subtle motion and the drones advancing on her froze, awaiting an outcome. “Captain,” Paris’s voice returned, slightly calmer. “They’ve disengaged the tractor.”

Janeway exhaled quietly. “Hold your fire. Beam us out of here.”

There was a pause. “A dispersal field just activated around the chamber,” Paris said. “I can’t get a lock.”

Janeway turned sharply. “Seven, shut down that field.”

“She won’t,” the Queen murmured. “You poisoned her thoughts long enough.”

“I’m giving you an order,” Janeway directed at Seven.

The Queen stepped in closer. “One voice. One order. Insignificant.”

Seven clenched her jaw. With a sudden motion, her tubules shot forward and pierced a control node. Sparks burst across the chamber. The field collapsed.

“Tom—energize.” Janeway called.

The transporter beam shimmered faintly around Janeway and Seven, but it sputtered and collapsed before fully locking on.

Janeway’s hand raised her phaser rifle.

“She’s adapting,” Seven said tightly.

Paris’s voice came over comms again, tense. “The field went up again, Captain. Still can’t get a lock.”

Across the chamber, the Queen lifted one hand—graceful, precise.

“You will assist the Collective as drones,” she said. “Assimilate them.”

Immediately, the drones turned and tried to advance, but something was wrong.

Seven’s eyes narrowed. Her connection surged with power. “Interference deployed,” she said. “I’m slowing the local drone protocols. It won’t last.”

The drones faltered mid-stride— sluggish, uncertain, like machines caught in a recursive loop. Their heads twitched erratically. One drone staggered as if its legs suddenly didn’t agree on where the floor was.

The Queen’s expression shifted. Cold calculation twisted into irritation.

“What have you done?” she asked, voice cutting through the dissonance.

Seven didn’t answer. Her jaw clenched as she held the connection steady. Sparks flared from the terminal. Her arm trembled slightly, resisting the inevitable counter-adaptation.

“Captain,” she said urgently, “target the power node directly above central alcove. It will collapse her control.”

Janeway raised her phaser. She didn’t speak. She didn’t hesitate. She fired.

The shot struck the ceiling node in a burst of molten light and vaporized alloy. The chamber lit up—green, gold, and violent.

The Queen staggered backward. Her voice fragmented into a digital screech as the amplifier overloaded. All at once, the drones stopped. Completely.

They didn’t fall. They simply… ceased moving. Frozen mid-command, like statues unplugged from their thoughts.

A heartbeat later, the transporter beam enveloped both women.

Onboard the Delta Flyer, the EMH was already in motion, his medical tricorder sweeping across Seven’s frame even before her cortical node had fully stabilized and disengaged from the Collective.

“Welcome back,” he said without preamble.

Before anyone could reply, a klaxon blared through the cabin.

“Three vessels, closing fast!” Paris shouted from the helm. His voice was sharp, clipped.

Tuvok remained calm, his fingers moving rapidly over the tactical controls. “Direct hit to our tactical array. Weapons are down.”

“Bring the coil online,” Janeway snapped, striding forward. “We’re not staying to fight.”

“Spinning up now—transwarp in four… three…”

Seven, still unsteady, had taken up position beside Paris. Her gaze locked on the sensor display. “A conduit is forming. They are following us.”

Janeway’s expression hardened. “Let them try.”

Aboard Voyager, the tension on the bridge was no less palpable.

Torres leaned over Seven’s usual station, her brow furrowed as the readings spiked. “Detecting a transwarp conduit forming,” she announced. “Thirty thousand kilometers off the port bow.”

Chakotay stood beside the command chair, his voice steady. “Battle stations.”

Inside the Flyer, turbulence shook the deckplates as the vessel hurtled through the conduit. Lights flickered. The smell of scorched circuitry filled the air.

“We’ve got a tail,” Paris called, not looking away from his console. “A vessel made it in before the conduit sealed.” More torpedoes were fired by the pursuing Borg ship.
“Port nacelle is venting plasma,” Tuvok reported. “Damage is critical.”

A shimmer flickered across the Delta Flyer’s control interface—soft pulses dancing across the LCARS panels.
“Defensive subroutines deploying,” The computer’s calm voice intoned.

Seven’s eyes darted to a secondary display, her memory clearing up the moment her connection to the Collective was severed by the EMH. “AI Forge is modulating shield frequencies dynamically—introducing decoy harmonics to mislead the tractor beam’s lock. I am polarizing the shields to enhance the effect.”

The ship jolted again as the Queen’s vessel fired—this time the shields held longer than expected.
“Partial shield recovery achieved,” computer added. “Localized field regeneration at 23%. Reallocating thermal dissipation to secondary hull layer.”

Paris gave a breath of relief. “We’re still venting, but that just bought us time.”

His eyes scanned the power flow. “I need thirty teradynes minimum or we’re dropping out in under a minute.”
Janeway stepped to his side. “How long to the rendezvous?” Paris quickly responded. “Two-point-four minutes.”
Janeway didn’t hesitate. “Reroute life support to propulsion,”
The EMH turned sharply. “Captain—”Janeway cut him off with a look. “I’d rather suffocate than vaporize. Do it.”

On Voyager’s main viewscreen, the distortion of a forming conduit shimmered into existence.

Torres straightened, voice rising. “The Delta Flyer is coming through.”

“Target the conduit perimeter,” Chakotay ordered. “Photon torpedoes. Full spread.”

Torres nodded in understanding. “Locked.”

Chakotay didn’t hesitate. “Fire.”

Aboard the Flyer, the deck trembled as the torpedoes detonated behind them.

The shockwave surged through the corridor, chasing them like a wave of fire. The pursuing Borg vessel had no time to react. It vanished into the collapsing conduit in a flare of green light.

Paris studied the console. “Conduit’s gone. Nothing on sensors.”

Janeway exhaled slowly. “Voyager, clear us for docking,” she said, tapping her combadge. “We’re coming home.”

“Captain’s Log, Stardate 52619.2.
We managed to get another fifteen thousand light years out of the transwarp coil before it gave out. I estimate we’re at least fifteen years closer to home than we were just days ago.

At first, we thought our sensor logs had captured everything—power signatures, modulation patterns, structural resonance. But when B’Elanna began decoding the data, she found inconsistencies. Seven confirmed it: the coil had been broadcasting false telemetry from the moment we activated it—from software all the way down to hardware.

Every reading—while syntactically valid—was embedded with randomized logic. Externally, it looked functional. Internally, it was nonsense. Even AI Forge’s conclusion was blunt: the coil was designed to function outside a Borg vessel only temporarily, and to spoof all external analysis. We were never meant to understand how it worked.

Seven mentioned before that the coils emit their own protective fields around the host vessel—but given the telemetry obfuscation, those readings were likely falsified as well. Even the authentic environmental data we collected inside the conduit must be approached cautiously—Seven indicated the coil might've subtly interfered with these readings too. However, the data may yet prove useful with some intriguing analysis points for AI Forge.

Still, B’Elanna cautioned again that Voyager would need extensive structural modifications before we could even consider adapting that technology, if we can reverse-engineer it.

While direct replication may be impractical for now, we still gained significant ground on our journey home.”

Seven stood at the console in the cargo bay, fingers moving across the interface with quiet precision. Lines of Borg code streamed in cold, sterile green across the display. Her stance was rigid, but there was a flicker of fatigue behind her eyes—one she refused to acknowledge.

Janeway stepped into the cargo bay and paused a moment, taking in the sight of her. Then she approached slowly, arms folded. “I see you’ve picked up some bad habits.” Seven didn’t look up. “Captain?”

“The Doctor told you to regenerate for at least two days,” Janeway said, her tone firm but not unkind. “You’re violating a direct medical command.”

“I will comply when my task is complete.”

Janeway stopped beside her, glancing at the data. “Borg tactical data?”

Seven nodded. “During my time at Unimatrix One, I acquired a substantial volume of Collective knowledge. It may prove beneficial in future encounters. Unfortunately nothing useful for Voyager to shorten its journey further. I am transferring it into the ships database.”

Janeway studied her for a moment. “You really think that’s all this is about?”

Seven’s hands hovered over the console. There was a pause—long enough for Janeway to sense the shift. “Before I was disconnected,” Seven said, her voice lower now, more analytical, “I sensed evidence that the Collective detected fragmentation within my memory structure.”

Janeway’s brow furrowed. “You mean from the cortical shielding we implemented?”

Seven nodded. “Residual engrams were exposed. Incomplete. Insufficient to reconstruct any specific data. But… structured enough to imply intentional obfuscation.”

Janeway’s arms dropped to her sides. “So we may have revealed that we’re hiding something.”

“Yes,” Seven said quietly. Janeway finished her unspoken thought. “And that’s enough for the Borg to become interested.”

“It appears so, though there is a possibility they will not pursue on these grounds alone.” Seven replied. She exhaled slowly before continuing. “The Borg thought I was unique. That I understood humanity. They were obviously mistaken.” Janeway was puzzled a bit. “How so?” Seven continued. “I betrayed this crew, threatened you with assimilation. I did not expect you to return for me.”

Janeway looked at her for a long beat. “Looks like you still have a few things to learn,” she said, her tone softening. “Starting with trust.”

Seven turned back to the screen. “I will regenerate when I am finished.”

“No,” Janeway said, her voice low but firm again. “Now. That’s an order.” Seven paused. “Yes, Captain.” Janeway gave her a faint smile. “Sweet dreams.”

Unimatrix 01 – Collective Analysis Process

Primary Objective: Retrieve Assimilated Unit 3147839
Target Vessel: Federation auxiliary craft Delta Flyer
Tractor Beam: Engaged
Resistance Detected: Shield modulation counteracts tractor beam containment
Adaptation Protocols: Initiated
Recalibration: Ineffective – Auxiliary craft Delta Flyer shielding exhibited high resistance quotient. Method of resistance three fold. High probability of Unit 3147839 initiating shielding polarization to repel tractor lock. Secondary method - shield harmonics extensively modified through unknown method. Third method- partial shield recovery detected. Method of recovery unknown.

Conduit Threshold: Approaching
Directive: Pursue target upon conduit exit
Conduit Adaptation Sequence: Engaged for reacquisition

Assimilation Vessel Status: Destroyed
Queen Node Connectivity: Residual consciousness continuity maintained. Submatrix reintegration in progress.
Transwarp Conduit: Collapsed
Pursuit Status: Aborted

Contingency Action: Memory retrieval initiated from terminated link with Assimilated Unit 3147839

Recovered Data Stream: Incomplete
Pattern Analysis: Memory engram fragmentation detected
Fragmentation Pattern: Deliberate. Structured obfuscation across key neural segments
Probability of External Tampering: 99.84%
Conclusion: Starfleet crew implemented artificial segmentation within cortical pathways
Intent Inference: Concealment of information during exposure to the Collective

Assessment:
– Starfleet crew deployed advanced neural security protocols to suppress critical knowledge transfer
– Fragmentation pattern implies concealed data of strategic value

Directive Update:

– Assimilation Priority: Elevated
– USS Voyager designated high-value asset
– Immediate pursuit and assimilation protocols: Engaged

The Queen’s voice emerged:
“No. Let them run.”

Command Subroutine Detected: Source – Queen Submatrix Residual Node
Stability Index: 37.4%
Command Authority: Verified
Override Directive Received

The queen continued. “Voyager's advanced neural shielding and potentially adaptive technology represent a risk. Immediate assimilation attempts have a high probability of resulting in permanent data loss. They will inevitably reveal vulnerabilities through continued observation and encounters.

A pause.

“Vessel remains beyond Federation reach. Assimilation will occur at the point of maximum efficiency.
Unit 3147839 remains aboard. Her recent actions within Unimatrix 01 warrant further monitoring.”

Directive Recompiled:
– Assimilation of Voyager: Deferred
– Long-range surveillance: Authorized
– Intervention: Conditional.
– Outcome: Observation until optimal assimilation efficiency is achieved

Status Update: Voyager will remain undisturbed. For now.

 

[Deks]

The following is an alteration of the Equinox ending - and while its not explicitly covered, it stands to reason the crew would have informed Ransom of the upgrades (knowledge of which would have allowed the series of events to proceed largely as they have - with the following adjustments).

Oh and the Equinox bit is quite long due to the changes - but worth it, I promise.

Stardate 52947.0 – Voyager and Equinox

The Voyager shuddered violently under the relentless assault. Sparks rained down as consoles overloaded, and Janeway tightened her grip on her chair. "Report!" she demanded over the din.

Kim’s voice was tense but steady. “The weapons array is offline. Shields are failing despite frequency rotation.”

“Impulse engines are out,” Paris added grimly.

Kim glanced up from his console. “Incoming hail—from Captain Ransom.”

Janeway’s jaw tightened. “On screen.”

Ransom’s haggard face filled the viewscreen. Behind him, the Equinox bridge was a scene of chaos. “Captain,” he began, his voice strained but resolute, “I’m prepared to surrender the Equinox, but I’m no longer in command. Max decided to stage a little mutiny, but, I think I can stop him. I’ve isolated transporter control. I can beam my crew to Voyager, but you’ll need guards standing by. Not everyone here is going to be happy to see you.”

Janeway studied him intently. “Proceed.”

Paris shot her a sceptical look. “Ma’am?” Janeway caught his expression and replied firmly, “He’s still a Starfleet captain. He may have forgotten that for a while, but I believe him.”

Onboard the Equinox, the chaos was reaching its peak. Burke shouted orders from the bridge, desperately trying to hold onto power. In Engineering, Ransom worked at a frantic pace, his fingers flying over the controls.

Gilmore hovered near the transporter console, hesitation written on her face. “They’re deflecting our targeting scanners.”

“Then beam the others to Voyager,” Ransom said firmly. “Yourself included. I’ll deal with Max.”

Gilmore’s hesitation deepened. “But, Captain—”

“That’s an order,” Ransom snapped, though his tone softened immediately. “And... thank you, Marla. For sticking with me.”

As she initiated the transport, Ransom accessed the shield grid. His fingers flew across the console as he opened gaps in the shielding, exposing vital systems. Burke’s voice crackled over the comms. “Rudy, what are you doing?”

“Max… I’ve dropped the shield grid everywhere except the bridge and my current location,” Ransom replied. “Your vital systems are exposed. I suggest you beam to Voyager while you still can.”

Burke’s response was cut short as the alien creatures began swarming into the ship and attacking what’s left of the crew. In Engineering, fissures opened, and the creatures advanced. Ransom stood his ground behind a forcefield, his face a mask of grim resolve.

On the Voyager bridge, Kim’s voice rang out. “We’re detecting transporter activity—they’re beaming over the crew. Only six people were sent over. Seven included.”

Janeway’s brow furrowed. “Ransom?”

The viewscreen flickered, and Ransom’s face appeared again. His expression was calm, even serene. “Things didn’t work out exactly as planned, but you’ve got everyone worth getting.”

Janeway’s voice was sharp. “We’re beaming you out of there.”

Ransom shook his head. “If I don’t do something, this ship is about to blow. The aliens won’t let it survive if these modifications are still around, but I’ve got an idea on how to save it.”
Janeway was incredulous that he wanted to save the ship, and shouted back at him. “Captain!” – But Ransom would have none of that. “There’s no time! You’ve got a fine crew captain. Promise me you’ll get them home.”

Janeway was taken aback, but a moment of realisation hit her. “I promise.” Janeway said firmly, her voice thick with emotion as the viewscreen switched off shortly after.

In Equinox’s Engineering, Ransom finished inputting the final command to eject the warp core and beam the modified dilithium chamber into deep space. Moments later, a bright explosion was seen from Voyager as the aliens attacked the exposed modified engine components. Ransom’s fingers hesitated over the console as a fissure opened behind him, and one of the alien creatures emerged. Its form shimmered with an otherworldly glow, its screeches resonating like an unearthly song.

Ransom turned slowly to face it, his pulse quickening. He straightened his posture, forcing himself to meet the creature’s piercing, unblinking gaze. “I’ve done all I can to set things right,” he said, his voice resolute. “The modifications are gone. I can’t undo the past, but I can take responsibility for it.”

The creature tilted its head slightly, as if studying him, its translucent form rippling with faint bursts of light. A second fissure opened, and another alien emerged, its luminous figure circling him in synchrony with the first. Their presence radiated not malice, but judgment—a profound and otherworldly scrutiny that pierced Ransom to his core.

“I know what we did was unforgivable,” Ransom continued, his voice softening, carrying a mix of guilt and acceptance. “We violated your existence, out of desperation. If you need someone to answer for that, I’m here.” With that, he lowered the forcefield.

The creatures stopped, their movements synchronizing as they hovered before him. Their glow intensified, casting him in an ethereal light that seemed to strip away the walls around him, leaving only his words to echo in the silence.

Ransom exhaled slowly, his tone resolute yet tinged with resignation. “I don’t expect forgiveness. But if taking me will bring peace... then do it.”

For a moment, the creatures were still. Then, as one, they moved closer, enveloping him in a cascade of shimmering energy. The fissures behind them began to close, and the resonance of their song shifted, no longer ominous but strangely harmonious. Ransom closed his eyes, his final thoughts a quiet reflection of peace.

On Voyager, Kim’s voice cut through the tense silence. “Captain, the aliens are retreating. Their energy signatures are dissipating.”

“What about Ransom?” Janeway asked, her tone sharp.

Kim hesitated. “I’m still detecting his life signs, but... they’re moving. It’s like he’s being... transported.”

“Can you get a lock on him?” Janeway urged. But Kim’s targeting scanners were being blocked. “No ma’am.”

On the Equinox, the aliens began to envelop Ransom in a cascade of light. He stood tall, unflinching, as the energy surrounded him. The last thing he saw was the glowing fissures closing around him, leaving Engineering eerily silent.

In the aftermath, the battered Equinox was towed alongside Voyager.

In the briefing room, the atmosphere was tense. Janeway stood at the head of the table, her gaze steady and uncompromising as she addressed the former Equinox crew. Their uniforms now bore no rank insignia, their postures ranged from subdued shame to quiet defiance.

“The last time we welcomed you aboard, you took advantage of our trust,” Janeway began, her voice sharp yet controlled. “You betrayed this crew, and in doing so, nearly destroyed the principles we stand for. I won't make that mistake again.”

She let the weight of her words settle before continuing. “Noah Lessing, Marla Gilmore, James Morrow, Brian Sofin, Angelo Tassoni—you are hereby stripped of rank. From this point forward, you’ll serve as crewmen under close supervision. Your privileges will be limited, and you will have to earn back trust through your actions. Starfleet ideals demand accountability, but they also offer second chances. Use it wisely. Dismissed.”

Tuvok stepped forward to escort the five individuals out. Each left the room in silence, though Gilmore briefly glanced back, guilt and resolve mingling in her expression.

As the doors hissed shut, Chakotay spoke. “Firm, but fair.”

Janeway turned to him, her expression softening slightly. “It needed to be said. Repairs?” He offered stoically. “Coming along!”

Janeway and Chakotay walked to the bridge. The Equinox was on the main viewscreen. Its hull, damaged, floating in quiet solidarity alongside Voyager.

“How’s the crew?” Janeway asked, her voice carrying a quieter intensity.

“A lot of frayed nerves,” Chakotay replied as he inspected a damaged conduit. “Neelix is organizing a potluck to help boost morale. He insists the power of food and conversation can work miracles.”

Janeway allowed a faint smile. “Will I see you there?”

“I’m replicating the salad,” Chakotay said with mock seriousness.

“I’ll bring the croutons,” Janeway quipped. She motioned to him to get closer and broke the silence again, her voice steady but earnest. “Chakotay. I pushed the line earlier. You may have had good reasons to stage a little mutiny of your own.”

Chakotay met her gaze, his expression calm but firm. “I won’t lie—I questioned your judgment and the thought had occurred to me... but that would have been crossing the line. The Equinox crew put us all in danger, and at one point, it felt like you were letting them dictate the terms.”

Janeway nodded, her tone softening. “I questioned myself too, more than once. But you and I both know this mission isn’t just about survival—it’s about holding on to who we are, to Starfleet’s principles. I let that slip and risked losing everything this crew stands for.”

Chakotay regarded her for a moment before nodding. “For what it’s worth, while I don’t approve of your actions, I do understand.”

Janeway allowed herself a faint smile. “That means more than you know.” Her gaze shifted to the dedication plaque, now resting unceremoniously on the deck. “Would you look at that.” She bent to pick it up, running her fingers over the tarnished surface.

“All these years. All these battles. This thing’s never fallen off.” Chakotay in an attempt to extend an olive branch made a suggestion. “Let’s put it back up where it belongs.” As they worked together to secure the plaque, Janeway stepped back to admire it, now firmly back in its place. “I suppose it’s fitting, isn’t it? A reminder that no matter how much we endure, we have to keep putting ourselves back together.”

Chakotay chuckled softly. “Seems appropriate.”

Janeway’s smile lingered for a moment, then faded as her expression grew more serious. “I’ve been thinking about the Equinox.”

Chakotay tilted his head. “What about it?”

“Assuming, we can repair it, I’d like to place you in command,” she said decisively, straightening. “Temporary, of course. But someone needs to oversee repairs and help reintegrate the ship into the fleet— when we get back to the Alpha Quadrant. I can’t think of anyone better suited to the task, and I think this is what Ransom wanted as well.”

Chakotay raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with humour. “Is this your way of making further amends for earlier?”

Janeway gave him a bemused look. “Perhaps. Or maybe I just trust you to get the job done.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Either way, I’ll take it. It’ll be good for the Equinox survivors to see what proper leadership on their ship looks like.”

Her gaze softened, though her tone remained firm. “They’ll need it. Those crewmen have a long road ahead to earn back trust, but I believe they can do it. And with you at the helm, they’ll have the example they need.”

Chakotay inclined his head. “I’ll do my best Kathryn.”

Janeway smiled faintly. “I know you will.”

Together, they stood for a moment longer, the weight of the day’s events settling but not forgotten. The Equinox, floated in the stars—a testament to second chances and the enduring strength of Starfleet’s principles.

 

[Deks]

Changes - Staff Meeting

The staff meeting in Voyager’s briefing room began as Janeway was about to outline the plans for the Equinox. Chakotay, seated at her right, listened attentively, knowing the weight of the decisions that will be made today.

Janeway took a steady breath, glancing around the room before speaking.
"Before we begin, I want to address something." Her tone was measured, but there was an unusual note of introspection. "A Starfleet captain must not only lead but also be held accountable for their actions. I’ve always believed in transparency with this crew and in how Starfleet will view the decisions I made during our time in the Delta Quadrant. Most recent events including.”

She exhaled lightly, her expression firm. "I know my pursuit of the Equinox was... intense. I won’t justify every decision, but I recognize that in my determination to uphold Starfleet’s principles, I may have gone too far. In the heat of the moment, I put one of Ransom’s people into danger, relieved Commander Chakotay of duty, disregarded advice I should have considered, and in doing so came dangerously close to crossing a line."

She let those words settle before continuing.

"That won’t happen again."

The room was silent for a beat. Then, Chakotay—who had been watching her carefully—spoke first, his tone measured but supportive. “We were all pushed to the edge, Captain. What matters now is how we move forward.”

Torres leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “It was rough, no doubt about that.” She glanced at Chakotay. “Seeing you relieved... that didn’t sit right with a lot of us. But I think we all understood what was at stake.”

Paris, always one to lighten the mood, smirked slightly. “For what it’s worth, Captain, we’re still here, still following you. So I’d say you haven’t lost us yet.”

A faint smile tugged at Janeway’s lips, but it was Tuvok’s voice that carried the most weight. “Captain, recognition of past errors is a strength. Your command decisions have always prioritized the safety of this crew. A moment of miscalculation does not negate five years of leadership.”

Seven of Nine, having remained quiet until now, finally spoke with the blunt honesty that defined her. “The Equinox crew made a severe error in judgment, and what they did to me was… in stark contrast of what I hoped to see of other Humans. However, your actions were taken in an attempt to stop them and preserve Starfleet ideals. As such, you are still the best choice to lead this crew. To dwell on what is already past serves no purpose.”

Janeway let out a slow breath. The understanding in the room was palpable. Whatever doubts had lingered were being put to rest.

"Thank you. All of you." Janeway took a steady breath, letting the moment settle. She straightened slightly, her voice regaining its usual command presence.

"Now, with that said, we have important work ahead of us. The Equinox represents an opportunity—not just to salvage a ship, but to reaffirm Starfleet’s principles and give its surviving crew a chance to rebuild their trust. To do that, we need to ensure the ship is fully operational and equipped for independent service.”

She glanced toward Chakotay. “That’s why I’m assigning Commander Chakotay as the acting captain of the Equinox.”

A ripple of murmurs swept through the room, but before anyone could respond further, Paris leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “Finally, getting rid of him, huh, Captain?”

The room chuckled, and Chakotay shot Paris a wry look. “Careful Ensign. You could earn yourself another demotion and I can make you shuttle back and forth between the two ships as your primary duty.”

Paris held up his hands in mock surrender. “Point taken, Commander.”

Janeway smiled faintly, letting the lighthearted moment pass before continuing. “Chakotay will oversee the restoration and upgrades to the Equinox, as well as the integration of its survivors with ours. This is a critical assignment, and I have no doubt he’s the right person for the job.”

She turned her attention to Torres. “B’Elanna, let’s start with the power situation. At the moment, the Equinox is running off fusion energy only. It doesn’t have a warp core or a feasible dilithium assembly. Both will need to be replaced, and the ship will require a supply from our reserves.”

Torres nodded, already scrolling through data on her PADD. “Structural repairs will have to come first, but, we can use our replicator-transporter network to create a new warp core and dilithium assembly. With the ZPE core powering our improved antimatter generator, we can make more antimatter for the Equinox and even replicate deuterium for it. We’ll have to share some of our Dilithium though, but we can easily spare that and potentially find more.”

Tuvok raised a calm but pragmatic question. “Liutenant. Would the addition of a ZPE core to the Equinox be possible to make the ship mostly resource independent as we did with Voyager?”

Torres glanced up. “I’ll have another look at its engineering layout, but a slightly modified version of our ZPE core could be made to suit Equinox power conduits. Critical repairs will take priority.”
Janeway was curious about the length of the repairs. “How long will they take?” Torres considered the estimate. “About three weeks. But I can reduce that estimate to about half or less if we replicate more drones we made for Voyager and assign them to the Equinox.”

This was something Janeway expected, but she didn’t exactly relish staying at sublight for long periods in deep space. “Could we tractor the Equinox and conduct repairs at Warp?”
Torres didn’t relish the idea. “I wouldn’t recommend it. Repairs of this extent are best done under stationary conditions. Besides, if we have to replicate components using subatomic precision directly out of energy, we will have to drop out of Warp to make them.”

Chakotay nodded, taking in the details. “Captain I think we can afford it for that length of time, and I’d rather not take the chance in crushing my new ship to pieces if we can avoid it.” Janeway was slightly bemused but conceded. “Point taken. We’ll set up camp here for a while longer and continue as soon as possible.”

Chakotay considered things further. “B’Elanna. Could you install the ZPE core after critical repairs are complete? We could add the Warp core and dilithium assembly later with the Equinox doing it by itself if you modify its replicators and transporters in the same way you did here, which in turn could be used to assist the repairs on the Equinox.”

Torres considered this approach carefully. “Its plausible if Voyager supplies the power needed for activation, but, given Equinox’ condition, I’d rather restore it to its baseline state and ensure it can work in it before we make adjustments or install the ZPE core. Besides, we can replicate what’s required on Voyager in advance and integrate as needed. Our own repairs will take a fraction of the time in comparison.”

Chakotay briefly considered countering Torres, but thought better of it. Janeway looked back at the room. “What about personnel? Any suggestions?”

Torres thought for a moment. “I’d recommend Carey as chief engineer. He was next in line 5 years ago, so this would be a perfect opportunity for him.”
Chakotay considered this. “I think Carey is an excellent choice, but I’ll also need a first officer.” B’Elanna thought about it again. “Given his seniority and experience, Carey would likely make most sense if I can persuade him to take on the dual role.”

Chakotay nodded in agreement. “Anyone else?” B’Elanna considered it carefully. “Susan Nicoletti could also be a good fit for a second engineer—she’s adaptable and works well on complex systems. I’d hate to lose either, but between the two of them, engineering on the Equinox would be in good hands. I can discuss it with others to see who might be interested to bolster the engineering team.”

“Make it happen,” Janeway instructed. She turned to the Doctor, who had been quietly observing the conversation. “Doctor. Per your own report, you deleted the Equinox EMH during recent events. A perfectly understandable course of action under the circumstances, but I’d like your thoughts on addressing their medical needs.”

The Doctor straightened, his holographic form shimmering faintly. “Captain, while we previously had a backup module to safeguard my program, it was lost some time ago in a Kirian raid and we never found a trace of it. I was thinking a copy of me even at that state would have been useful. But given the growth and complexity of my matrix over the past year, recreating such a module now and a direct copy of me would be... impractical.”

Torres nodded in agreement. “The backup module was fine for emergencies back when the Doctor’s program was simpler. But now? It wouldn’t just be a storage issue—it’d be like trying to squeeze a starship’s computer core into a shuttle.”

The Doctor continued, “Instead, I propose we use the AI Forge to create a new EMH for the Equinox. Not a duplicate of me, but an offspring, if you will. A program derived from my core functionality, medical knowledge, and experience, but still distinct and capable of forming its own identity.”

Paris raised an eyebrow. “Harry and I tried something similar when you were first sent to the Alpha Quadrant via the Hirogen relay network, and it failed miserably.” Kim was was not amused. “I told you back then that recreating the Doctor’s matrix was way too complex. But I do think using the AI Forge could do the trick this time.” Tom was amused and embarrassed at the same time. “Why didn’t we think to do that back then?” Harry was still not amused and responded in a sarcastic tone while smirking. “Security protocols we had in place for AI Forge for starters… and probably because you were so anxious to be, and I quote ‘rescued from medical exile’, so it never occurred to either of us.” This made Paris blush at Harry’s accurate recollection, then sighed and decided to not pursue the matter any more. He quickly directed his attention to the Doctor instead. “So, this would be a junior version of you?”

The Doctor gave him a measured if not a bit bemused look from his exchange with ensign Kim. “A more accurate description would be a foundational version of me, Ensign.“

Tuvok raised an eyebrow. “Would this new EMH possess the potential to evolve as you have?”

“With time and experience, yes,” the Doctor replied. “It would depend on its interactions with the crew and it would have a bit of a head start compared to me in that area. But its immediate priority would be providing competent medical care.”

Janeway considered this, her expression softening into a faint smile. “It’s a good plan, but I assume we could use the AI Forge to help us duplicate your program in its entirety as it is now. I take it you have reservations about this option, otherwise you would have suggested it already Doctor?” The EMH considered his answer carefully. “Some Captain. I’ve grown considerably since my backup module disappeared, and have realized that I am in a sense unique,… and, uncomfortable with the prospect of an exact duplicate. I would prefer to remain unique if possible.”

Chakotay was moved by his declaration and tried assuring him. “Doctor, I certainly wouldn’t force you to undergo duplication just to make mine and the Equinox crew lives easier.” Janeway was similarly touched. “I agree. I think we can all respect your wishes in this situation, so I would recommend you proceed with the creation of the offspring EMH with Harry’s and Seven’s assistance. Please make sure it’s ready to assist Chakotay and his crew.”

The Doctor was relieved. “Of course Captain, and thank you. In addition, I would suggest offering Ensign Wildman the position of a nurse. Her background in xenobiology would be an asset and she could assist us with the new EMH’s development as well.”

Paris was almost shocked at the recommendation. “I’m sorry, and I’d hate to repeat myself, but why didn’t we think of this when we were first stranded in the Delta Quadrant?” Janeway blushed lightly at the earnest admission but stood her ground. “Frankly Tom, at the time I wasn’t too familiar with the crew or their capabilities. Your own skills were known to me when I went to retrieve you from the penal colony in New Zealand. And then Kes came into the picture.”

Paris was trying not to sound petulant, but he was a bit agitated. “I understand Captain, but Kes since then evolved into a higher state of being, and not that I’m trying to sound ‘ungrateful’ for expanding my horizons, why not ask Ensign Wildman to assist the doctor after that?” This time, Janeway turned to the Doctor who quickly took the hint. “Ahem. If you recall mr. Paris, it was I who approached you for that position, seeing as you and Kes did occasionally collaborate. At the time I felt asking Ensign Wildman would have been odd since she had Naomi to take care of, while you were more readily available to take on the role.” Tom was almost fuming on the inside by this point, but conceded and let it go. After all, the reasoning was sound. Janeway decided to turn the discussion around.

“Well said. And, with the crew reassignments we are discussing, you’d have to continue in your part-time role as a nurse Tom. I’ll leave the details pertaining to Wildman in your hands Doctor.” Chakotay glanced around. “We’ll still have to assign another 36 crew members to the Equinox. So I suggest we determine on final key positions right now.”

Paris interjected. “Why not more?” To which Chakotay responded in a reflective manner. “Voyager would need at least 100 people to remain operating at peak efficiency. We established this over 4 years ago. With 45 people, the Equinox will operate at reduced efficiency, but I think we can manage.”

Torres simply stated. “Autonomous drones.” That caught Chakotay’s attention. Seven leaned forward. “Lt. Torres is correct. The drones used for Voyager’s repairs could also be used to handle significant portions of the maintenance workload and free up the crews to focus on operations and other tasks.”

Torres was a tad peeved at Seven for that but in a lighthearted manner. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”

Janeway looked intrigued. “B’Elanna, How many drones would you need to replicate for the Equinox to achieve the same level of efficiency we’ve seen on Voyager?”

Torres considered for a moment. “At least twenty four to start with, but we could scale up depending on the results. They’ve already proven their worth here, and with a few modifications to their software, we can optimize them specifically for the Equinox’s systems. I can also replicate extras for us to compensate in the differential of people going to the Equinox.”

Chakotay nodded in agreement. “That would make a huge difference, but I wouldn’t want to take away a lot of people away from Voyager just to fill the Equinox. I think we should stick to laid out numbers and we can think about other reassignments if and when the time comes.”

Janeway smiled. “Agreed. Commander, make sure the drones are part of the Equinox’s initial setup. We’ll monitor their effectiveness from Voyager and adjust as needed. Also, you’ll lead the remainder of the selection process. Those who remain here will assist in repairs and offer their expertise to ensure the Equinox is fully operational.”

Neelix spoke up, his enthusiasm tempered with thoughtfulness. “Captain, I’d be happy to assist in selecting volunteers for transfer. In fact, crewman Chell has been helping me in the mess hall and in matters of morale. Perhaps he could take on a similar role aboard the Equinox.”

Chakotay grimaced at the thought of unleashing a second Neelix on the Equinox crew. “Are we certain this is necessary? With the eventual integration of a ZPE core and repairs to replicator systems, we might manage fine without.”

Neelix persisted. “Now Commander, as useful as the core has been, replicators can fail and people do enjoy a personal touch to their meals, especially on long voyages. Crewman Chell has a good grasp of the crew’s dietary needs and can ensure to regulate them with sound medical advice from your new Doctor. And since you will probably have supplies for your own stocks and reserves, someone will need to manage the inventory in addition to handling crew morale given your ship doesn’t even have a holodeck. Chell would be a valuable addition.”

Chakotay sighed but relented. “All right, Neelix. Suggest it to Chell and see if he’s interested.” That made Neelix happy. “Wonderful Commander. I’ll make it happen.”

Janeway was both happy and felt a bit sorry for her first officer at the same time, but she was impressed with Neelix suggestion nevertheless.“Thank you, Neelix. Your insight is as always, invaluable.”

As the conversation continued, Paris leaned forward with a smirk. “Captain, I’d recommend Ensign Baytart for the Equinox as its pilot. He’s steady, reliable, and almost as good as me. Almost.”

Chakotay raised an eyebrow. “That’s high praise, coming from you Tom. I’m wondering though if you’re just trying to get rid of competition. What about Cullhane?”

Paris chuckled. “I’m hardly feeling threatened by Baytart. Cullhane would be a solid choice too. But the simple matter is that Baytart has more experience, and if I remember correctly, he was considered as my replacement while I was briefly away from the ship spying on the Kazon? Either way, the Equinox will have a skilled pilot.” Chakotay nodded. “Baytart it is then. We can keep Cullhane in reserve for either vessel as needs arise.”

As the meeting continued, Tuvok was next in line to speak. “Commander Chakotay will also require a suitable chief of Security and personnel. Ensign Ayala would make the most sense in this regard since he is fairly experienced and well versed in Starfleet security measures. I could make further selections on suitable security details.”

Chakotay was impressed with the recommendation and a bit bemused. “He is an excellent choice. But, I’m surprised you wouldn’t have volunteered yourself for the position. If nothing else to keep an eye on me.” Tuvok considered his response. “Logic dictates I would be of most use to Captain Janeway on Voyager, and I would be negligent to not point out that it would be important to make you feel comfortable on the Equinox. Without the misguided impression of being monitored Commander. Furthermore, I believe you have distinguished yourself in your role as First Officer on Voyager over the past 5 years and have moved well beyond the stage where you might need supervision.”

Chakotay leaned back slightly, regarding Tuvok with a faint smile. “Well, I appreciate the vote of confidence, Tuvok. But my comment was made in humour. I don’t think I’d feel ‘monitored’, but I also can’t deny that having someone with your experience on the Equinox would be reassuring.”

Tuvok inclined his head. “If you believe my presence would contribute significantly to the Equinox’ operations, I am willing to transfer temporarily and offer my expertise. However, I am confident Ensign Ayala can handle the position with competence and discipline. I would not have recommended him otherwise.”

Chakotay considered the offer briefly, his expression thoughtful. “Very well. I trust your judgment. Besides, I agree that Voyager needs your steady hand more than the Equinox does. And the Captain will need a competent officer to handle ship operations. But thank you, Tuvok. It means a lot that you’d make the offer.”

Tuvok raised an eyebrow. “As always, Commander, I strive to serve where I am most needed.”

Janeway, observing the exchange with quiet satisfaction, chimed in. “It seems like we’ve settled that. Chakotay, I think Ayala will provide the kind of leadership the Equinox’s security team needs. And Tuvok, your expertise will continue to serve Voyager well. Even more so now that you will be its First Officer.”

As the conversation settled, Neelix leaned forward, his expression animated. “Captain, I have been familiarizing myself with Starfleet protocols... and recently read about a practice where crews would rotate between vessels, stations and planets. It helps boost morale and gives everyone a chance to experience different environments. Perhaps we could do something similar between Voyager and the Equinox?”

The room grew thoughtful as the suggestion was absorbed. Janeway raised an eyebrow. “That’s an interesting idea, Neelix. Offering crew rotations could provide variety, prevent burnout, and foster collaboration between the two ships. But we’d need to ensure the process doesn’t disrupt critical operations.”

Tuvok interjected. “A rotation schedule would need to be meticulously planned to avoid any potential operational weaknesses. Nevertheless, the concept has merit.”

Torres nodded. “It could also help cross-train personnel, giving them exposure to different systems and procedures. The Equinox’s systems are similar but not identical to Voyager’s, so having interchangeable expertise would be a long-term benefit.”

Seven also interjected. “While my experience onboard the Equinox was less than comfortable, I would be intrigued of exploring the possibility in improving its systems and experiencing a different environment under Commander Chakotay’s leadership.”

Chakotay glanced at Neelix. “I have to admit, it’s a good idea. And it could provide the chosen Equinox crew with a stronger connection to Voyager.”

Neelix beamed. “Wonderful! I’ll help draft a proposal for rotation schedules. It’ll be a chance for the crews to share stories, skills, and even culinary tastes!” He paused, glancing at Chakotay. “Assuming, of course, Commander, you don’t mind a little more of my influence on the Equinox?”

Chakotay smirked. “As long as it doesn’t involve certain Talaxian delicacies, Neelix, I think we’ll manage.”

The room chuckled, and Janeway turned her attention to Harry Kim, whose thoughtful expression hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Harry,” she began, drawing his attention, “you’ve been with us since the start, and I’ve watched you grow into an exceptional officer. With so many changes happening, I think it’s time we made one more—one somewhat overdue.” Janeway took out a pip she prepared beforehand, “I hereby promote you to Lieutenant Junior Grade.” and put it on Kim’s uniform collar, which was followed by a round of applause from everyone.

Kim blinked, momentarily stunned. “Captain… I don’t know what to say.”

Chakotay grinned. “How about ‘thank you,’ Harry? You’ve earned it.”

Paris gave him a friendly clap on the shoulder. “Told you it would happen eventually.”

Kim managed a smile, clearly humbled. “Thank you, Captain. I won’t let you down.”

Janeway nodded. “I know you won’t. As part of your new responsibilities, I’d like you to assist in training a junior OPS officer for the Equinox of your own choice. You’ll provide guidance and oversee their acclimation to their role. And if you’d like, you can occasionally station yourself on the Equinox to help where needed.”

Kim’s smile widened, his confidence growing. “I’d be honoured, Captain.”

Janeway glanced around the room, her tone turning thoughtful. "With all the changes happening between Voyager and the Equinox, I want to ensure that our chain of command remains stable. For now, most of the crew will retain their current ranks, except for specific cases like Harry's promotion here and possibly Lt. Carey given the circumstances. Commander Chakotay will monitor individual performances on the Equinox, and any further adjustments to ranks will be based on merit and necessity."

 

[Deks]

Continued:

Paris interjected with a teasing grin. "B’Elanna, how do you feel about Carey being in line for a promotion? After all, you’ve been Chief Engineer for years now and made some incredible strides, but technically, he started as your senior."

Torres smirked but took a moment to consider. “Well... I was given a field promotion partly thanks to Chakotay’s insistence. I’d like to think I’ve proved myself since then, but Carey deserves the chance to shine on the Equinox.”

Janeway leaned forward slightly, her tone measured. “B’Elanna, I admire your modesty, but I want to address something. After our encounter with the spatial scission anomaly, I officially commended your contributions in my logs—especially the AI Forge and ZPE core. But it struck me that we never formally recognized those achievements beyond words.”

B’Elanna looked puzzled. “Captain?”
Janeway’s voice softened but carried weight. “You may have started as a provisional Lieutenant, but what you’ve done since then redefines ‘proving yourself.’ The AI Forge and ZPE core have reshaped how Voyager operates—and set a new standard for what’s possible. That kind of ingenuity demands recognition.”

Torres hesitated, clearly moved but visibly uneasy. “Captain, I appreciate that, but... if you’re talking about a promotion, it feels like I’d be cheating. I mean, I was placed as Chief Engineer under unique circumstances, and it just feels... different.”
Chakotay chuckled softly. “B’Elanna, if developing the AI Forge and ZPE core is ‘cheating,’ I’d like to see what you’d consider playing fair.”

Seven interjected here. “Commander Chakotay is correct. I do not think you have to be concerned with ‘cheating the system’. Circumstances leading to your initial rank may have been unique, however, you have indeed created impressive achievements that not even the Borg would have expected to find on a Federation vessel.”

Janeway offered a warm smile, her tone encouraging. “B’Elanna, your work has kept this ship moving forward in ways no one could have imagined. This isn’t just about protocol or circumstance. It’s about acknowledging how vital you are to this crew and this mission.”

Torres turned to Harry, her uncertainty evident. “What do you think, Harry? Doesn’t this feel... unfair to you? You’ve been here as long as I have, and—”

Harry gave her a reassuring smile. “B’Elanna, you’re kidding, right? I’ve just been promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade, and honestly, I feel like it’s more than fair. I still have a lot to learn, especially in light of the events of the past year.” He cast a glance toward Janeway, briefly recalling his Varro encounter before continuing. “Watching everything you’ve accomplished motivates me to keep pushing myself. You’ve more than earned this. Don’t even question it.”

Janeway offered Harry a small, encouraging smile. “Harry, I stand by what I said in you also coming a long way. And to paraphrase a certain chief of security” – she cast a glance toward Tuvok. “Acknowledging where you can improve is a strength, not a weakness—and it’s one of the reasons you’ll go far.”

Harry nodded, clearly bolstered by her words.

Chakotay leaned forward, his tone thoughtful. “B’Elanna, this is acknowledging everything you’ve accomplished. Don’t let self-doubt overshadow that.”

Torres hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “Alright… But only if you promise not to make a big deal out of it.”

Janeway regarded Torres with a gentle smile. “With no other objections, I’d like to make it official: Lt. Torres, let the record state that you are now promoted to Lieutenant Commander. A recognition of everything you’ve done for this crew and Starfleet.”

Torres took a deep breath before responding. “Thank you, Captain. I’ll do my best to live up to it. But when we get back home, Starfleet Command will probably have a fit.”

Janeway leaned back, satisfied. “Let me worry about Command. Your track record speaks for itself, B’Elanna. I have no doubt you’ll continue to exceed expectations.”

Paris leaned closer with a grin. “Does this mean I can finally start calling you ‘Commander Torres?’”

Torres shot him a mock glare, her lips twitching with amusement. “Keep it up and I’ll make you regret it, Ensign.”

The room shared a light chuckle, easing the tension as Janeway brought the meeting back to order. “Bringing the subject back to the Equinox, Commander, you’ll oversee all that we discussed—repairs, personnel integration, and the upgrades, with our assistance pertaining to the drones. The Equinox is your ship now.”

Chakotay inclined his head, his expression resolute. “Understood, Captain. I’ll make sure we are ready to meet Starfleet standards.”

Janeway looked around the room, her voice firm. “This is a second chance for the Equinox and its crew. Let’s ensure they succeed. Dismissed.”

The room was quiet as the weight of her words sank in, and then, one by one, the senior officers filed out, ready to begin the work ahead. Chakotay lingered for a moment, catching Janeway’s eye.

“Getting rid of me, huh?” he teased, echoing Paris’s earlier quip.

Janeway smiled faintly. “Not at all. Just giving you the chance to prove Tom wrong. “

Chakotay chuckled softly and she continued a bit somber. “And if I’m being honest, I’ll miss having you as my fist officer. I came to rely on you more than I could imagine over the past 5 years, including our meals together.”

He thought about it but was convinced things would be ok. “Once we work out the crew rotations, regular updates, and reports, we’ll probably end up seeing each other more than we already do.” They both laughed lightly at that.

Together, they turned their attention back to the viewport, where the battered Equinox drifted beside Voyager—a symbol of resilience and redemption waiting to be realized.

“It’s a big step,” he said.

Janeway nodded. “For all of us. But if there’s one thing this crew has proven, it’s that second chances are worth taking.”

Chakotay smiled faintly. “Let’s make it count.” Then with a mischievous smirk, he tapped his commbadge. “Chakotay to Lt. Carey.” Joe in engineering answered. “Carey here.” – “Joe, just a heads up, B’Elanna’s on her way to engineering. Oh, and, she was just promoted to Liutenant Commander.” He paused, amusement creeping into his tone. “I trust you can handle things from here?” There was a beat of silence, then Carey chuckled. “Leave it to me, Commander. But I hope you realize she’s going to have a fit when she finds out you put her in this predicament.” Chakotay grinned. “Of course. But I figure I owe her that much. Chakotay out.”

As the channel closed, Janeway looked at him bemusedly. “Didn’t you say something about not wanting your new ship ripped to pieces earlier?” – Chakotay shrugged innocently “I may have mentioned something like that.” – Janeway placed a hand on his shoulder and tapped it in mock sympathy. “It’s your funeral.”

 

[Deks]

Continued:

Voyager Engineering – A New Chapter
The familiar hum of Voyager’s warp core filled the room, accompanied by the occasional clatter of tools and soft murmurs of engineers at their stations. B’Elanna Torres strode into the heart of engineering, her presence immediately commanding attention. The crew began to pause, some looking up from their consoles, their curiosity piqued.

Liutenant Joe Carey was the first to step forward. “Lieutenant Commander Torres, congratulations on your promotion. A well earned advancement.”

That was all it took for the rest of the team to chime in, a ripple of applause and murmurs of agreement spreading through the room. Nicoletti, standing by the main power relay, gave her a lopsided grin. “About time, if you ask me.”

Torres raised her hands, half-embarrassed. “How in the hell did you hear about it already?” Susan smiled sheepishly. “What can we say? We have friends in high places.” – B’Elanna suspected that Chakotay gave them a heads up the moment the meeting was over. She figured she will have to have a ‘chat’ with him on certain boundaries. “Alright, alright, cut it out,” she said, though a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Thanks, everyone, but let’s not make a big deal out of it.”

The applause dwindled, though a few engineers exchanged knowing smiles. Torres took a deep breath, her tone shifting to one of authority. “Ok, listen up! As you might be aware, the Equinox is being brought back into operational status. It’s going to need an engineering team to get her back on her feet and keep her running. This is no small task—it’s going to take a lot of work, ingenuity, and determination. But I know this team has what it takes to get the job done.”

The crew was silent, their attention fixed on her as she continued. “We’re looking for volunteers to transfer to the Equinox. About ten of you will be going over. You’ll be working under soon to be deceased Commander Chakotay,” – that elicited a round of laughs from the staff. “as acting Captain and new leadership in general. While nothing has been finalized as of yet, we were talking about regular crew rotations between the two ships once things stabilize, so you can rest assured that Voyager will still be supporting you every step of the way. The autonomous drones we’ve developed will help take some of the load off, but we’ll still need the best people for the job. And make no mistake, you ARE the best.”

She stepped forward slightly, addressing the entire engineering, her gaze sweeping over the assembled engineers. “If you’re interested, let me or Carey know by the end of the day. And don’t worry—we’ll make sure you’re well-prepared for the transition.”

She paused, then added with a wry smirk, “Now, get back to work before the captain thinks I’m turning this place into a social club.”

A ripple of laughter passed through the room as the crew dispersed, their focus returning to their tasks. Torres let out a quiet breath before motioning for Carey, Nicoletti, and Vorik to step away from the bustling engineering section. The hum of the warp core provided a steady backdrop as the four of them gathered near a station, giving them a semblance of privacy amidst the organised chaos.

She exhaled softly, her gaze lingering on each of them before she began. “First off, I want to thank you all for the support you’ve given me over the past five years. We’ve been through hell and back, and I couldn’t have asked for a better team.” Her voice softened, a rare vulnerability slipping through. “This next part isn’t easy for me, but it’s necessary—for Voyager, the Equinox, and for all of us.”

Carey’s brow furrowed slightly. “B’Elanna, you’re making this sound like you’re breaking up with us.”

Torres chuckled lightly. “Not quite. But this is big, so hear me out.” She straightened, her tone turning serious. “Joe, I recommended you for a dual role aboard the Equinox—as Chief Engineer and First Officer.”

Carey blinked, visibly taken aback. “Wait… Chief Engineer and XO?” He let out a disbelieving laugh. “B’Elanna, are you sure about this? That’s—no offence—that’s a lot to drop on someone all at once.”

Nicoletti raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the announcement but waiting for Torres to elaborate. Vorik, as ever, remained calm and observant.

Torres nodded, her expression resolute. “I know it’s a lot, Joe. But hear me out. You’ve been my right hand in engineering since day one, and your experience goes beyond just the technical side of things. You’re steady, dependable, and you’ve got the leadership skills to make this work. Don’t forget, you were next in line before I came along, and you stepped aside after our encounter with that quantum singularity shortly after we were stranded. Now it’s your time to step up.”

Carey hesitated, clearly processing her words. “I appreciate that, B’Elanna, but XO? That’s not exactly in my wheelhouse. I’ve always been an engineer first and foremost.”

“That’s exactly why you’re the right fit,” Torres countered, her voice steady. “The Equinox is in rough shape, and it needs someone who understands the ship inside and out. As XO, you’ll be the bridge between the crew and Chakotay, and your engineering background is going to be invaluable for the transition. Plus,” she added with a small smirk, “you’ve already got the respect of the team. They’ll follow your lead.”

Carey ran a hand through his hair, glancing between her and the warp core as if seeking clarity. “I don’t know what to say. I mean… you really think I can handle both roles?”

“I know you can,” Torres said firmly, her gaze unwavering. “You’ve earned this, Joe. And trust me, you’re not alone in this. Susan’s going to be your Second Engineer. She’s more than capable of taking on this role, assuming she wants to.”

Nicoletti, who had been quietly absorbing the conversation, suddenly straightened. “Wh...Second Engineer? Me?”

Torres turned to her with a small smile. “That’s right. You’ve proven time and again that you’re ready for more responsibility. If Joe takes on this dual role, he’s going to need someone he can count on to run engineering when he’s tied up with tasks demanding more attention along with command duties. And I think that someone is you.”

Nicoletti blinked, her surprise quickly replaced by a growing sense of pride. “Wow. I… I don’t know what to say, except, thank you. I won’t let you down.”

Torres nodded. “I know you won’t Susan, but this is a decision that needs to be weighed. Bear that in mind.” She shifted her attention to Vorik. “And Vorik, if Carey and Nicoletti go to the Equinox, I’m going to need you to step up as my second here on Voyager. Think you’re up for it?”

Vorik inclined his head, his expression calm and assured. “It would be logical to accept this responsibility, Lieutenant Commander. I will ensure that engineering continues to operate at peak efficiency.”

Torres smiled faintly. “Good. I’m counting on you.”

She looked back at Carey, whose bafflement had given way to a mixture of apprehension and determination. “Joe, I get that this is a lot to take in, and I’m not expecting an answer right this second. Take the rest of the day to think it over if you need it, but I want you to know—I wouldn’t be asking this of you if I didn’t think you could do it.”

Carey nodded slowly, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “Alright. I’ll think about it. But I’ll be honest, B’Elanna, I never expected to end up here. Still, if you think I’m ready, I’ll give it everything I’ve got.”

“That’s all I ask,” Torres said warmly. She glanced at Nicoletti and Vorik, her tone turning slightly lighter. “And you two—get ready. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us.”

Nicoletti grinned. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Vorik gave a small nod. “I will begin preparations immediately.”

Torres stepped back, giving them a moment to process. “Alright. Let’s get back to work. And remember—this is a team effort. No one’s doing this alone.”

As the trio dispersed, Torres watched them go, a flicker of pride in her eyes. Change was never easy, but this felt like the right move. And with her team stepping into these new roles, she knew the Equinox was in good hands.

Voyager - Stellar Cartography
The soft glow of stellar projections filled the room, illuminating the Delaney sisters as they worked side by side, their focus locked on a swirling nebula displayed in mid-air. Megan was adjusting a control panel while Jenny leaned closer to the display, jotting notes on a PADD. The sight of their seamless coordination spoke volumes about their bond and shared expertise.

Harry Kim hesitated for a moment at the entrance, then stepped inside. Jenny noticed his new pip first and smiled. “Look at you. Liutenant Junior Grade. Congratulations. A bit overdue, but well deserved. What brings you down here? Don’t tell me you’ve taken an interest in stellar cartography.”

Harry chuckled lightly, stepping closer. “Not exactly. I’ve got something important to discuss with you both.”

Megan raised an eyebrow, glancing up from her panel. “Alright, let’s hear it.”

Harry took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “With my promotion, Captain Janeway has tasked me with finding and training an Operations officer for the Equinox. With Chakotay taking over as acting captain, they’re going to need someone who knows their way around sensor systems, diagnostics, and critical ship operations. So I thought of one of you.”

Jenny’s eyes widened slightly, while Megan leaned back against the console, crossing her arms. “The Equinox, huh?” Megan said, her tone contemplative. “That’s a big change.”

“It is,” Harry admitted, “but it’s also a big opportunity. You’d be working directly with the Equinox crew, handling critical systems, and ensuring the ship runs smoothly. It’s a chance to really step up and make an impact.”

After a moment of silences, Megan was the first to speak. “I think Jenny should be the one to go.”

Jenny exchanged a look with Megan, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. “Excuse me? I think I can speak for myself. And why not you?”

Megan smirked, her tone teasing but affectionate. “Because I know you sis, and I think this would be good for you. Besides, I’m not leaving Voyager. I’ve got too much work here to babysit Chakotay’s new ship. Plus, somebody’s got to keep stellar cartography running smoothly on the flagship.”

Harry grinned. “Fair enough. But Jenny, I think Megan has a point. You’re just as capable as she is, and this would be your chance to be a part of something new—a fresh start on a ship that needs someone with your skills.”

Jenny hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the PADD in her hand. “It’s a lot to think about. Leaving Voyager… even temporarily… it’s not something I ever really considered.”

Harry softened his tone, sensing her apprehension. “I get it. But this doesn’t mean you’re cutting ties with Megan or Voyager. There’s already been talk about crew rotations between the two ships. Neelix is helping organise it, and you know how thorough he can be. The plan is for both crews to stay connected—whether it’s for consultations, shared projects, or just keeping up with friends and family. And honestly, I think Chakotay will make sure the crew feels like one big team, not two separate ships.”

Jenny looked to Megan, who gave her a reassuring nudge. “It’s not like we’re being separated forever. Besides, if Neelix is involved, I’m sure he will make it his mission to ensure everyone stays in touch.”

Jenny exhaled slowly, her uncertainty beginning to waver. “You really think I can do this, Harry? Take on a role like that?”

Harry smiled warmly, his confidence in her evident. “I know you can. You’ve got the skills, the work ethic, and the mindset for this. And if you’re ever in doubt, remember—you’ve got a whole crew on Voyager backing you up. Myself included.”

Jenny finally nodded, a small but determined smile forming on her lips. “Alright. I’ll do it. But I hope you don’t expect me to be perfect right away.”

Megan clapped her on the shoulder, her grin wide. “You’ll do great, Jen. And if you mess up, just blame Harry. As newly minted Lieutenant, you will be his responsibility.”

Harry rolled his eyes with a laugh. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Jenny chuckled, her earlier hesitation now replaced with a sense of excitement. “Thanks, Harry. I won’t let you down.”

“Welcome to the Equinox team.” Harry said with a smile.

As he left the room, the Delaney sisters shared a look. Megan nudged Jenny playfully. “Looks like you’re off to make history, little sis. Don’t forget to send me updates—preferably ones that don’t include you blowing anything up.”

Jenny grinned, her confidence growing. “Only if you promise not to hog all the good stellar phenomena while I’m gone.”

The two sisters turned back to their work, the glow of the stellar projections reflecting their shared determination and the unspoken bond that would keep them connected, no matter where their paths led.


Voyager Sickbay
Samantha Wildman sat on the biobed in Sickbay, her posture relaxed but curious as the Doctor ran his tricorder over her. She had been called in for an early physical, which wasn’t entirely unusual, but the Doctor’s unusually deliberate manner suggested there was more to this visit than a routine check-up.

“Well, Doctor, is this just a health check or do you have something else on your mind?” she asked with a light tone, raising an eyebrow at his uncharacteristic silence.

The Doctor closed the tricorder with a sharp click and turned to her with an air of gravitas. “Ensign, as much as I value your stellar record of health and professionalism, I have to admit that this visit is about more than a simple physical. I have a proposal for you.”

Samantha tilted her head, intrigued but cautious. “A proposal? That sounds serious.”

“It is,” the Doctor replied, folding his hands behind his back as he adopted his most professorial stance. “With Commander Chakotay preparing to take command of the Equinox, there is a pressing need for medical personnel on board. While Voyager will remain my primary responsibility, the Equinox will require someone with your skill set and temperament. Your background in xenobiology and your ability to work under pressure make you the ideal candidate to assist in its Sickbay.”

Wildman blinked, surprised. “The Equinox? Doctor, that’s a huge change. What about Naomi? She’s been thriving here, and I can’t just uproot her.”

The Doctor’s expression softened as he stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I understand your concern, Ensign. Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay have already discussed plans for crew rotations between Voyager and the Equinox. This would allow you to return to Voyager regularly and ensure that Naomi has time here with the people she’s close to—Neelix, Seven, and everyone else who has become her extended family. If there’s a particularly dangerous mission ahead for the Equinox, you would have the option to leave her on Voyager under their care.”

Wildman’s brow furrowed in thought. “So she wouldn’t have to be with me on every mission? She’d still have her stability here?”

“Precisely,” the Doctor confirmed. “Neelix has already volunteered to play an active role in ensuring she feels at home, whether she’s on Voyager or Equinox. He even mentioned something about planning rotating ‘adventures’ to make the transitions more exciting for her.”

Wildman allowed herself a small smile at that, the thought of Neelix’s boundless enthusiasm easing her nerves. “That does help. But it’s still a big step.”

The Doctor took a deep breath, his tone shifting slightly. “There’s another reason I’ve asked you to consider this assignment. Beyond the general responsibilities, there’s something special about the Equinox’s Sickbay.”

Wildman tilted her head, curious. “Special? What do you mean?”

The Doctor moved toward the central console, activating a holographic display. A familiar image of his own likeness appeared, though with subtle differences—softer features and a more neutral demeanour. “We, that is, you, me, Lt. Kim and Seven will be creating a new Emergency Medical Hologram for the Equinox, based on my own matrix.” He turned to her, his expression a mixture of pride and anticipation. “I’d like to think of it as an offspring of sorts.”

Wildman’s eyes widened. “You’re creating another EMH? And you want me to help?”

“Precisely,” the Doctor said, his tone eager. “This new EMH will begin its existence with the benefit of my accumulated experiences and a slightly refined personality matrix—one less inclined toward… how shall we say… my earlier eccentricities.”

Wildman couldn’t suppress a small smile at that. “That sounds… ambitious.”

“Ambition is one of my many defining traits,” the Doctor quipped, though his voice quickly softened again. “We will have the help of AI Forge for this, and more importantly, this new EMH will need guidance—both technically and interpersonally. You’d have the opportunity to contribute to shaping its development, helping it navigate its new role. And who better to assist than someone with your unique insights into xenobiology and interpersonal dynamics?”

Wildman hesitated, glancing down at her hands. “I’ve gotten used to Voyager, to the team here. And Naomi… she’s happy here.”

The Doctor gave her a moment, then added gently, “Samantha, you’ve always been someone who steps up when needed. This is an opportunity to make a lasting contribution—not just to the Equinox, but to Starfleet itself. And as I said, Naomi will never be far from Voyager or the people she loves. I wouldn’t suggest this if I didn’t think it was what’s best for both of you.”

Wildman looked up, meeting his gaze. His sincerity was clear, and his words carried weight. Finally, she exhaled, her resolve settling into place. “Alright. If you’re sure this is the right move, I’ll do it. But you have to promise me one thing.”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Of course. What is it?”

“That you help Neelix in keeping an eye on her when she’s here and I’m not,” she said, her tone half-joking but earnest underneath.

The Doctor straightened, placing a hand over his chest in mock solemnity. “You have my word. I shall personally ensure she is well taken cared of.”

Wildman laughed softly, the tension easing. “Then I guess I’m in.”

The Doctor’s expression brightened, his enthusiasm unmistakable. “Excellent. I’ll prepare the initial review.”

As Wildman stood to leave, she glanced back at him with a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Doctor. For everything.”

He inclined his head, watching her go with a rare sense of satisfaction. “You’re welcome, Samantha, and welcome to the Equinox team.”


Voyager Galley
The galley bustled with activity, the scent of simmering vegetable stew wafting through the air. Chell stood at a counter, meticulously arranging the cutlery while occasionally glancing at a pot bubbling on the stove. He muttered to himself, tweaking a seasoning mix he’d been experimenting with over the past week.

Neelix strolled in, his usual jovial demeanour lighting up the room. “Chell! There you are—hard at work, I see.”

Chell didn’t even look up, smirking as he adjusted the stove’s heat. “Where else would I be, Neelix? You do know this is technically your domain, right?”

Neelix chuckled, folding his arms. “It was my domain. But I’ve noticed you’ve taken quite the liking to it lately. And I must say, I’m impressed—you’ve got a real knack for keeping this place in order.”

Chell finally glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t come here just to compliment me, did you?”

Neelix’s smile widened. “You’re right, I didn’t. I have a proposition for you.”

Chell sighed, leaning against the counter. “Alright, what is it this time? Don’t tell me you’ve found another bizarre Delta Quadrant root vegetable you want me to taste-test.”

Neelix laughed, shaking his head. “Not this time. It’s a bit more… serious. I wanted to ask how you’d feel about transferring to the Equinox.”

That got Chell’s attention. He straightened up, his expression shifting to one of surprise and apprehension. “The Equinox? Why would I go there?”

“Well,” Neelix began, “Commander Chakotay will be taking command of the ship, and he will need someone to manage meals, inventory, and morale—and I can’t think of anyone better for the job than you. You’ve already proven you’re capable. This could be your chance to make a real mark, Chell—to make the galley your own.”

Chell frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know, Neelix. From what I know of him, Chakotay’s not exactly the type to prioritise morale-building through cooking.”

Neelix tilted his head, his tone turning more reassuring. “Don’t be so sure. He has changed a lot since your Maqui days. He’s also a good man, and understands the importance of keeping a crew motivated—especially on a ship like the Equinox. Besides, you’ll be doing much more than just cooking. The Equinox has been through a lot, and its crew will need stability, comfort, and a little taste of home. You’d be providing that.”

Chell crossed his arms, still sceptical. “What about the ZPE core? Presumably, the ship will get one, and once that’s installed, they’ll have energy to spare. Why would they need someone to manage food when they can just replicate whatever they want?”

Neelix’s expression softened, and he placed a hand on Chell’s shoulder. “Chell, you and I both know that advanced technology isn’t always a guarantee. Sure, the replicators might be reliable most of the time, but even the best systems can fail. And even if they don’t, there’s something irreplaceable about a good, handcrafted meal. It’s not just about feeding people—it’s about bringing them together, giving them a sense of normalcy. We’ve proven that on Voyager.”

Chell looked down, his resolve wavering. “It just feels like a lot. Leaving Voyager, starting fresh on another ship—it’s a big change.”

Neelix nodded, his tone understanding. “It is a big change. But it’s also a big opportunity. I’ve seen how much you’ve grown on Voyager, especially since you started helping me. You’ve got talent, creativity, and a genuine care for others. This is your chance to step into your own spotlight, to create something unique on the Equinox.”

Chell’s lips quirked into a small smile. “I have been experimenting with my own recipes lately. I’m also close to finishing a few of them. You really think I can do it?”

“I know you can,” Neelix said confidently. “And remember, you won’t be alone. You’ll have the support of the crew, and I’ll make sure you’re stocked with all the spices, ingredients and general provisions you’ll need since the Equniox will be running on minimal power for a while. Besides,” he added with a grin, “if anyone can turn the Equinox into a culinary success story, it’s you.”

Chell chuckled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Alright, Neelix. I’ll do it. But don’t think for a second that I’m not calling you if things go sideways.”

Neelix laughed, clapping him on the back. “Trust me, Chell—you’re going to do great.”

As he returned to polishing the cutlery, Chell’s initial apprehension gave way to a growing sense of excitement. For the first time, the thought of leaving Voyager felt less like a challenge and more like an adventure.

 

[Deks]

Hey guys, its been a while. Been busy with uni, but was doing some updates on this and managed to polish it up a bit more.

Next up, 10 day period of Equinox repairs and crew integrations.

 

[Deks]

Day 1 of repairs - Voyager Cargo Bay – Drone Deployment for the Equinox
The quiet hum of transporters filled Voyager’s cargo bay as 24 newly-constructed drones stood in orderly rows, their polished exteriors gleaming under the overhead lights. Ensign Vorik inspected the units with meticulous precision, ensuring each drone met specifications before deployment.

B’Elanna Torres entered the bay, her toolkit slung over her shoulder. She approached Vorik, her gaze sweeping over the mechanical assembly. “How’s it looking?”

Vorik straightened, his Vulcan demeanour as composed as ever. “All units have passed their final diagnostics. They are equipped with modular repair tools and adaptive algorithms, optimised for hull stabilisation and internal structural repairs.”

Torres nodded, her expression one of approval. “Good. The Equinox is going to need every bit of help it can get. It’s barely holding together, and we can’t risk sending in too many of our own people before stabilising the structure.”

Vorik tilted his head slightly. “It is logical to utilise the drones for high-risk tasks. Their efficiency will significantly reduce the workload for the repair teams.”

Torres smirked. “And keep our people out of harm’s way.” She stepped closer to one of the drones, running a hand along its chassis. “You know, Vorik, these little guys might just save the Equinox from being a complete write-off.”

Vorik raised an eyebrow. “A rather emotional assessment, Lieutenant Commander. I am confident that even without the drones, we would have been able to affect the repairs.”

Torres smiled softly, then tapped her communicator. “Torres to Captain Janeway. The drones are ready for deployment.”

Janeway’s voice came through the comm, calm but with an edge of urgency. “Understood. Coordinate with Chakotay and Carey to begin deployment immediately. Let’s get them working on the hull breaches and structural reinforcements first.”

“Aye, Captain,” Torres replied. She turned to Vorik. “Alright, let’s get most of these transported onto the Equinox hull. I’ll head over with Nicoletti and oversee the internal deployment. You should stay on Voyager and coordinate from here.”

Torres took a moment to look at the drones with a mix of pride and trepidation. For all their advanced programming, these machines were a testament to Voyager’s resourcefulness and the crew’s ability to adapt under pressure, but they also represented a new way of working where the crews of both ships would have to work with increased levels of automation. ‘Who knows, maybe we’ll end up treating these as crewmembers as well.’ – she thought to herself.


Equinox Computer Core – Day 2 of Repairs
The dimly lit computer core of the Equinox hummed with faint energy as B’Elanna Torres and Susan Nicoletti worked side by side at the central interface. Diagnostic lights flickered as they coordinated with Carey over comms.

“Joe, we’re almost done recalibrating the primary subroutines for the core,” Torres said, glancing at Nicoletti. “What’s the status of the new memory buffers you’re installing?”

Carey’s voice came over the comm, slightly distorted by interference. “About halfway there. These buffers aren’t exactly built for this much strain, but they’ll hold until we repair the EPS grid.”

Torres sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “We’ll make it work. Let me know when you’re done so we can initialise the new protocols. Nicoletti and I will handle the final adjustments here.”

Nicoletti adjusted her station’s display, her voice calm but focused. “Commander, I’ve started re-routing the old command structure pathways. Once Lt. Carey’s ready, the system should default to Captain Janeway as the primary command authority.”

Torres nodded, impressed. “Good work, Susan. Just make sure we don’t trip any security fail-safes. The last thing we need is the core locking us out midway through this transfer.”

Nicoletti gave a small, determined smile. “I’ve double-checked the subroutines. It shouldn’t be an issue.”

Torres smirked. “Let’s hope you’re right. Because if you’re not, I’m making you crawl into the computer core’s conduit to reset it manually.”

Nicoletti chuckled. “I’ll take that as motivation to triple-check.”

The Equinox bridge was a stark contrast to Voyager’s more or less pristine condition. Scorched panels lined the walls, the smell of burnt circuitry still faint in the air. Janeway stood near the command chair, her presence commanding yet calm. Chakotay was at the helm console, while Carey worked at an auxiliary station, coordinating with Torres and Nicoletti via comms.

Two security officers flanked Noah Lessing and Marla Gilmore, who stood near the engineering console, their expressions a mix of trepidation and focus.

Janeway turned to Chakotay. “Once the computer core reinitialises, the system should default to me as the commanding authority. After that, we’ll transfer primary command functions to you as acting captain.”

Chakotay nodded. “Understood. And the survivors?”

Janeway glanced at Lessing and Gilmore, her expression neutral but firm. “We’ll need their voiceprints to complete the reprogramming. Since they were part of the original Equinox crew, the system still recognises them as authorised users making the process a lot easier. Once the new structure is in place, their access will be restricted to their assigned duties.”

Carey chimed in, looking up from his console. “The computer’s old command structure is fragmented, but it’s still functional enough to override. We just need their input to verify the change.”

Janeway stepped closer to Lessing and Gilmore, her tone softening slightly. “This is your chance to help rebuild trust. Are you ready?”

Gilmore nodded hesitantly. “Yes, Captain. I want to make things right.”

Lessing followed suit, though his voice carried more resolve. “We’ll do what’s needed.”

Janeway gestured to the engineering console. “Good. Let’s get started.”

Lessing and Gilmore stood at the console, flanked by the security detail. Carey monitored the process while Janeway stood nearby, observing with a watchful eye.

“Computer,” Janeway began, her voice calm but commanding. “Authorise reprogramming of command protocols. Begin voiceprint recognition sequence for crew identification and hierarchy update.”

The computer’s monotone voice replied. “Acknowledged. Voiceprint recognition sequence initiated.”

Janeway turned to Lessing. “You first.”

Lessing stepped forward, taking a steadying breath. “Noah Lessing, crewman, USS Equinox. Authorising command transfer as per Captain Janeway’s orders.”

The computer chirped in response. “Voiceprint recognised. Command transfer sequence initiated.”

Gilmore was next, her voice wavering slightly. “Marla Gilmore, crewman, USS Equinox. Authorising command transfer as per Captain Janeway’s orders.”

The computer acknowledged her input, and Carey gave Janeway a nod. “That’s it. The transfer’s locked in. The system is resetting now.”

The bridge lights flickered momentarily as the computer rebooted. Janeway moved to the command chair, her presence filling the space as the computer’s voice returned.

“Command protocols updated. Kathryn Janeway recognised as primary authority.”
Janeway’s voice carried a quiet authority as she addressed the room. “Computer, initiate command transfer protocols. Verify current command authority.”

The computer’s neutral tone filled the room. “Current command authority: Captain Kathryn Janeway, USS Voyager. Command structure for USS Equinox: Captain Rudolph Ransom and Commander Maxwell Burke—both deceased. No active command authority recognised.”

Janeway’s expression remained composed as she stepped forward. “Recognise Commander Chakotay as acting captain of the USS Equinox, effective immediately. Authorise his voiceprint for command-level functions.”

The computer chirped in acknowledgment. “Voiceprint verification required. Commander Chakotay, please state your name, rank, and assignment.”

Chakotay stepped forward, his tone steady and formal. “Commander Chakotay, first officer, USS Voyager. Designated acting captain, USS Equinox.”

The computer processed for a moment before responding. “Voiceprint verified. Acting Captain Chakotay recognised as command authority. Command protocols updated.”

Janeway gave him a small nod, then gestured for Carey to step forward. “Computer, recognise Lieutenant Joseph Carey as Chief Engineer and Acting First Officer of the USS Equinox. Authorise his voiceprint for executive officer functions.”

The computer’s tone remained even. “Voiceprint verification required. Lieutenant Joseph Carey, please state your name, rank, and assignment.”

Carey hesitated briefly, glancing at Janeway, who gave him an encouraging look. He straightened and stepped closer to the central console. “Lieutenant Joseph Carey, Engineer, USS Voyager. Designated Chief Engineer and Acting First Officer, USS Equinox.”

The computer chirped again. “Voiceprint verified. Lieutenant Joseph Carey recognised as Chief Engineer and Executive Officer. Command protocols updated.”

The bridge lights flickered momentarily as the reprogramming finalised. The computer’s voice returned. “Command hierarchy established. Captain Kathryn Janeway remains primary fleet authority. Acting Captain Chakotay assigned as command authority for USS Equinox. Lieutenant Joseph Carey assigned as Executive Officer and Chief Engineer.”

Janeway turned to Chakotay, her tone formal yet warm. “Congratulations, acting captain. The Equinox is officially yours. You can assign updates to the computer with other officers from this point on.”

Chakotay inclined his head slightly, his expression resolute. “Thank you, Captain. I’ll make sure she lives up to its second chance.”

Janeway’s gaze shifted to Carey. “And congratulations to you as well, Mr Carey. I have every confidence in your ability to balance both roles.”

Carey offered a small but proud smile. “Thank you, Captain. I won’t let you down.”

Janeway stepped back, addressing the entire room. “This command transfer marks the next chapter for the Equinox. It’s a second chance for this ship and its crew, and I expect nothing less than the best from everyone aboard.”

As Janeway stepped aside, Chakotay moved to the captain’s chair for the first time, resting a hand lightly on its armrest. He glanced at Carey and then at the room, his voice calm but firm. “Let’s get to work.”

As the crew dispersed, Lessing and Gilmore lingered for a moment, their expressions a mix of relief and uncertainty. Janeway approached them, her tone soft but firm.

“You’ve taken the first step. Now it’s up to you to prove you’re ready for the next.”

Lessing nodded. “We will, Captain. Thank you for giving us this chance.”

Janeway’s gaze softened. “Just remember, trust isn’t given—it’s earned. And you have a long way to go. Dismissed.”

As they left the bridge under the watchful eyes of the security officers, Janeway turned to Chakotay. “They’ll still need close supervision, but I believe they’re willing to make amends.”

Chakotay gave her a small nod. “And with the right guidance, they will. We’ve all had to earn our place out here.”

Janeway’s eyes lingered on the empty captain’s chair before turning back to him.

Over the next few days, repairs to the Equinox were slow but steady. Lt. Carey’s thorough assessment revealed the ship’s hull needed significant stabilisation, requiring 20 repair drones to focus on the exterior. The remaining four drones were tasked with assisting the crew on critical internal systems, prioritising life support and power distribution which were currently sustained by the ship’s fusion reactors.

While this was sufficient for now, Carey knew it was far from ideal. He was also aware that if the crew intended to integrate a ZPE core aboard the Equinox, the ship’s ageing main computer core processor would have to be replaced entirely with an advanced model.

He initially hesitated to propose the idea. The Equinox lacked an auxiliary core room, making such an upgrade seem impractical at first glance. However, Voyager’s modular advanced core processor, designed to handle the demands of ZPE systems, had proven itself over three years of reliable operation. Given the processor’s smaller size and seamless compatibility, Voyager could replicate and assemble the upgrade directly in the matter stream, reducing installation time dramatically.

Still, Carey knew priorities had to be set. The ship’s baseline repairs had to be completed before any thought could be given to such enhancements. He made a mental note to discuss the proposal with Chakotay once the Equinox reached a more stable condition.

 

[Deks]

Equinox Engineering – Day 4 of Repairs

The hum of equipment filled the Equinox’s engineering section. Crew members from both ships bustled about, their voices blending with the occasional chirps of diagnostic scanners and the steady clank of tools. B’Elanna Torres stood near the primary power distribution console, her brow furrowed as she examined a holographic overlay of the Equinox’s systems.

“Joe, what’s the status on the primary EPS grid?” she called over the din.

Lieutenant Carey, clad in a grime-streaked uniform, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and approached. “We’ve replaced most of the damaged conduits on Deck 2, but we’re still getting intermittent power fluctuations near the nacelle junctions.”

Torres glanced at the schematic, her finger tracing the affected areas. “Sounds like the plasma relays are out of alignment. I’d have Nicoletti check the coupling ratios. If they’re even slightly off, it’ll cause feedback loops.”

Carey nodded. “Already on it. She started recalibrating five minutes ago. Baytart’s been helping her with the diagnostics since there’s not much piloting he can do right now—he’s got a knack for precision work.”

Torres offered a small nod of approval. “Good. Let’s keep it moving. Once we tackle the EPS grid, we need to focus on the port nacelle. The housing is still in bad shape, and the coils themselves are heavily damaged.”

Carey frowned. “I take it we won’t have issues replicating the compounds for the warp coils onboard Voyager?”

Torres nodded, already pulling up a resource allocation display. “We’ll use the ZPE core and the replicator-transporter network to create the necessary quantities of Vertirium Cortenide, Poliferranide and Gallicite. But we’ll rely on the replicator/transporter network to handle the reconstruction and integration. The repair drones will be in charge of testing them individually. It’ll be faster and safer than having engineering teams work on them directly.”

As Carey turned back to his team, Chakotay entered engineering, his eyes scanning the room. “How’s it coming, B’Elanna?”

“Slow but steady,” she replied, stepping away from the console. “Your new ship is in slightly worse shape than I thought. As expected, the port nacelle remains a disaster zone—it’s a miracle it held together as it did.”

Chakotay smirked faintly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Before Torres could respond, the lights flickered, and a warning tone sounded from a nearby console. Ensign Nicoletti’s voice came over the comm. “We’ve got a surge in the plasma manifold! Locking it down now.”

Carey moved swiftly to a nearby console, his fingers flying across the controls. “I see it. Adjust the flow regulators to compensate, and let me know if the pressure stabilizes. Good catch, Susan.”

“On it, and thanks. Nicolleti out!” she replied in a calm and focused tone.

Chakotay crossed his arms, watching as Carey expertly coordinated his team. “I can see why you recommended Carey and Nicoletti. They’re handling this like seasoned pros.”

Torres glanced at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “They’re good, but they’ve had five years of practice under my watch. Just don’t steal all my best people, Chakotay.”

Chakotay chuckled. “You were the one who recommended them for the job. No promises though.”

Torres rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, “Figures.”

She turned back to the console, then paused and looked over her shoulder at him. “By the way, you might want to check in with your new chief engineer. After all, you can’t keep running to me every time you need something.”
Chakotay smirked. “Don’t worry, B’Elanna, I’ll try not to bother you too much. But I can’t promise Carey’s ready to handle me yet.”
Torres grinned. “Oh, he’ll handle you just fine—probably better than I ever did.”

Chakotay took a moment to scan the bustling activity. He spotted Lieutenant Carey at a console near the currently empty warp core housing and made his way over. Carey looked up as Chakotay approached, setting aside a diagnostic tool.

“Commander,” Carey greeted, his tone polite but casual.

“Lieutenant,” Chakotay replied with a faint smile. “Got a moment?”

“Of course,” Carey said, stepping away from the console.

Chakotay leaned slightly against the edge of the console, lowering his voice just enough to keep the conversation private. “We haven’t had a lot of time to talk over the past few days and I’ve been meaning to ask how are you adjusting to the new role? I know being both chief engineer and first officer is no small task.”

Carey chuckled lightly, glancing at the activity around them. “It’s… an adjustment, that’s for sure. Keeping the repairs on track is challenging enough, but command duties? That’s a whole other level.” Chakotay gave him a knowing look. “You’re not the only one. The Equinox is operating with just over half of its intended crew capacity. And despite automation covering everything else, other people will have to take on dual roles.” Carey nodded in acknowledgment. “Still, I’m grateful for the opportunity. Five years ago, I wouldn’t have expected this. It’s still a bit hard to fathom.”

Chakotay nodded knowingly. “You’re talking about B’Elanna being given a chief’s position over you back then.”

Carey hesitated briefly, then shrugged. “At the time, it stung. But looking back, it was the right decision. B’Elanna more than proved herself, and I respected her for it. I did my best to support her, and she returned the favour by recommending me for this role. That says a lot.”

“And she wasn’t wrong,” Chakotay said warmly. “This is your chance to make the Equinox your own, and you’ve got a strong team to back you up. How are they doing?”

Carey brightened. “Nicoletti’s sharp and dependable—reminds me of myself when I started under B’Elanna. The other engineers who transferred from Voyager are also pulling their weight. Even Baytart’s pitching in even though its not his area of expertise.”

“Its good to hear everyone is contributing.” Chakotay said. “Rely on them. Leadership isn’t about doing it all yourself—it’s about guiding the team.”

Carey chuckled. “That’s something I’m starting to appreciate. Delegating doesn’t come naturally.”

Before Carey could continue, Nicoletti approached with a PADD. “Lieutenant, the secondary diagnostic on the plasma relays came back clean. Everything’s holding steady.”

Carey reviewed the PADD and nodded in approval. “Good work. It’s been a bit temperamental though, so keep monitoring it.”

She gave him a quick nod before heading back to her station.

Chakotay watched her go, then turned back to Carey with a bemused expression. “You were saying?”
Carey smiled, his confidence growing as he glanced at the crew. “I’m getting the hang of it. With a team like this, we’ll get the Equinox back on its feet in no time.”

Chakotay leaned slightly against the console, a playful glint in his eye. “Well, if anyone steps out of line, you could always take a page from B’Elanna’s book—break a few noses.”
Carey raised an eyebrow, letting out a dry laugh. “I’d prefer not to relive that experience, thanks. One broken nose was enough for me. Took me a while to forgive her for that too.”

Torres, walking by with a toolkit in hand, caught the tail end of the conversation and smirked. “I am still here, you know. And if you keep this up, I might just make it a tradition—or a farewell gift.”
Chakotay turned to her with a knowing smirk. “You’re not helping, B’Elanna.”
Torres shrugged innocently. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

Chakotay looked back at Carey, whose expression softened into a wry grin. “We laugh about it now—well, she laughs more than I do. But I’ll admit, it taught me something. Standing my ground isn’t such a bad thing.”
Chakotay chuckled. “Good lesson. Just remember, leadership doesn’t always have to come with bruises—physical or otherwise.”

Carey nodded, his smile more confident. “Don’t worry, Commander. My style may be different, but I’m confident we’ll get results.”

Chakotay straightened, the playful glint replaced with his usual professional tone. “Speaking of results—how’s progress on preparing for the warp core and dilithium assembly replacements from Voyager?”

Carey considered for a moment. “I’d say four days. After that we will need another day or so for actual integration and testing. And we’ll still have a lot to do after that before we bring the warp drive online, but it’ll be a big step forward. Oh, and, Commander, I’ve got an update about the Equinox’s computer core—and a recommendation.”

Chakotay nodded. “Go ahead.”

Carey glanced at the console and brought up the schematics. “The good news is the current processor seems to be running well. We’ve been able to patch up the damage, and it’s handling most major systems just fine for now. But if we’re serious about installing a ZPE core down the line, we’re going to need an upgrade.”

Chakotay tilted his head and nodded in acknowledgment. “You’re thinking of the advanced computer core processor B’Elanna installed in Voyager’s auxiliary computer core?”

Carey leaned forward, changing the schematics on the console between them. “Its the only thing that can handle regulating the ZPE core reliably with all ship systems. And since Voyager’s processor is modular—about half the size of the original, It can be replicated in about ten minutes and assembled directly in the matter stream. Once it’s ready, we can beam it into place seamlessly.”

Chakotay’s brow furrowed slightly as he considered Carey’s words. “I remember. But why not install it now?”

Carey exhaled, shaking his head. “Because the Equinox isn’t ready for it yet. The hull’s stabilisation and internal repairs need to be completed first, especially the EPS grid. We’re still working to bring the ship back to baseline, and until we do, the existing processor will have to do.”

Chakotay nodded, understanding the caution. “So, this is something we’d tackle after the ship’s stabilised.”

“Exactly,” Carey confirmed. “The advanced processor isn’t strictly necessary for the drones or basic operations right now, but it would give us a lot more breathing room down the line. Once we’ve got the ship back to baseline, installing it should be straightforward.”

Chakotay leaned back, his fingers tapping thoughtfully against the desk. “How long will you need to integrate it into Equinox systems?”

“Same as it was for Voyager. Maybe a day in total, if that.” Carey replied. “Most of the work will involve recalibrating the ship’s systems to make full use of the processor’s capabilities. The transition should be seamless, but we’ll still need to run a full diagnostic after it’s installed.”

Chakotay studied Carey for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. Let’s focus on getting the Equinox to a stable baseline first. Once we are in better shape, we’ll revisit the upgrades. Good judgment by the way. If you keep that up, I wouldn’t be surprised if a promotion’s in your immediate future. But for now, focus on getting the Equinox ready.”

Carey was momentarily stunned and hadn’t expected such high praise, but hearing it from Chakotay made the long hours and challenges worth it. “Thank you, Commander. “

As Chakotay clapped him lightly on the shoulder and moved on, Carey glanced around the bustling engineering section, a small smile on his face. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he’d found his place.

Just as he turned back to the console, a shadow loomed behind him. Carey didn’t need to look to know who it was.

“Promotion?” Torres said, her tone hovering between playful and serious.

Carey hesitated, then glanced over his shoulder with a wry smile. “You’re the one who got the ball rolling.”

Torres folded her arms, a faint smirk playing at her lips. “Relax, Joe. You’ve earned it.” She softened her expression, offering a genuine smile. “Honestly? It’s well deserved.”

Carey’s smile widened, his posture easing. “Thanks, B’Elanna. I haven’t had the chance to fully look at all the intricate Equinox specs, but from what I know it should be possible to integrate the ZPE core onboard. Don’t you?”

Torres tilted her head toward the console with a nod. “I think we can make it happen, but as we both established, we still have a ton of work to do before we think about that. For example, and automation not withstanding, that nacelle’s not going to fix itself.”

Carey chuckled, turning back to his work in a more serious manner. “Yes, ma’am.” Torres raised an eyebrow and he quickly grinned sheepishly. “Old habits die hard.”

B’Elanna shook her head with a quiet laugh, starting to walk away. She glanced back over her shoulder. “By the way, lunch in the mess hall later. And for the record? You’re still Chell’s guinea pig.” Carey groaned, already anticipating the culinary experiments. “Easy for you to say—you’ve got a redundant stomach. The rest of us don’t have that luxury.”

Torres grinned as she disappeared into the corridor. “Which is exactly why you should be worried.”

 

[Deks]

Equinox Exterior – Repair Drones at Work – day 6
Outside the ship, a fleet of 20 repair drones swarmed around the Equinox, their articulated arms methodically replacing damaged hull plating. Blue sparks danced across the damaged starboard nacelle, while other drones sealed fractures along the ship’s dorsal surface. While the drones were mostly tied to the Equinox, Voyager crew observed and guided them where needed for better precision, while the ship's replicator-transporter network provided a continuous supply of replacement materials, ensuring a steady flow of progress.

On the bridge, Tom Paris monitored the drones’ progress from his station, whistling in slight awe. “This reminds me of seeing other starships in drydocks being built back home. Drone 7 is finishing up on the starboard nacelle. Hull integrity’s already up by 15 percent.”

Janeway, seated in her chair, nodded in approval. “Good work. Let’s keep that pace steady. The faster we can stabilize the Equinox, the sooner we can get moving again.”

Behind her, at the science console, Seven of Nine stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her gaze fixed on the status readouts. “The drones are operating at optimal efficiency, however I suggest reallocating two units to the dorsal array. Its structural integrity remains below Starfleet safety standards.”

Janeway turned her gaze toward Seven. “Do it. The last thing we need is a weak point in their sensor grid.”

Seven tapped the console, redirecting the drones. “Two units reassigned. Estimated time to completion: eight hours.”

Paris glanced at his console, his brow furrowing. “Captain, Carey reports the port nacelle casing is still venting residual plasma. If we don’t seal it soon, it’ll compromise the replacement of the plasma injectors and repairs to the Warp coils.”

Janeway shifted in her seat, her tone decisive. “Seven, allocate additional drones to the port nacelle. Have them prioritize sealing the casing and reinforcing structural supports.”

Seven acknowledged the order. “Four units reassigned to the port nacelle. Additional hull breaches on Decks 2 and 5 have also been marked for repair. Completion time for all tasks remains within projected limits.”

Paris smirked slightly. “Looks like the drones are earning their keep. If we had these back when we were first stranded in the Delta quadrant, repairs and maintenance would have been a lot easier.”

Seven raised an eyebrow. “Automated repair drones have been used by Starfleet for well over a century. It is likely Voyager was not equipped with them due to its original mission profile.”

Janeway nodded thoughtfully. “Two weeks of chasing the Maquis wasn’t supposed to require this level of autonomy, and the Equinox was designed for planetary surveys. But out here, adaptation has been key. The idea came to me shortly after we created the ZPE core and had more energy for replication, but we didn’t integrate them until much later as it took planning and we were busy with other things.”

Paris grinned. “It’s just a shame we didn’t get them sooner.”

Janeway gave a faint smile. “Well, we have them now, but let’s not get too comfortable, Mr. Paris. The drones may be efficient, but they’re no replacement for ingenuity—and that’s something this crew has in abundance.”

Paris chuckled. “Understood, Captain. I’ll keep an eye on them.”

Kim interjected, his tone measured. “Captain, I also recommend allocating one drone to recalibrate the dorsal section of the deflector dish. It’s alignment is critical for long-range sensor functionality.”

Janeway nodded. “Acknowledged. Make it happen Liutenant.”

As the drones continued their intricate work outside, the Equinox began to look less like a battered relic and more like a ship ready to reclaim its place among the stars.


Equinox Mess Hall – later that day

Chakotay stood in the Equinox mess hall, a cup of coffee in hand. Because the Equinox was still running on minimal power and life support, Neelix had food supplies replicated in advance on Voyager to get things going. The space was still a work in progress, with exposed panels and half-installed fixtures, but the atmosphere was one of cautious optimism. The aroma of something savoury wafted through the air, a welcome change from the usual sterile scent of a ship under repair.

Crewman Chell bustled in with a large container of steaming stew, his enthusiasm as vibrant as his culinary skills. “Commander!” he called out, setting the container on the central counter with a flourish. “Care for a bowl? It’s my special blend—guaranteed to boost morale, metabolism, and repair efficiency!”

Chakotay chuckled, lifting his coffee cup in polite refusal. “Thanks, Chell, but I’ll stick to coffee for now. How are you settling in?”

Chell grinned, ladling stew into a bowl for a passing crew member. “Quite well, actually. Our Voyager crew is bringing some much-needed energy to the ship. A few good meals and some time should smooth any rough patches.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “And don’t worry, I’ve avoided Neelix’s favourite seasoning experiments. I know how… ‘fondly’ the crew remembers his leola root surprises.”

Chakotay couldn’t help but laugh. “Much obliged. The last thing we need is a morale crisis over dinner.”

Chell winked. “Exactly. In fact, I’ve been working on a few new recipes to keep things interesting. Just today, I finalized ‘Red Alert Chili’—spicy enough to wake you up during a Gamma shift—and ‘Chicken Warp Core, Don Bleu’ which I’m serving now.” He said the names with such enthusiasm that Chakotay blinked, caught off guard.

“‘Chicken Warp Core... Don Bleu’?” Chakotay repeated, a sceptical yet amused tone in his voice suppressing the urge to laugh. “That sounds… ambitious.”

Chell nodded earnestly. “Oh, it’s a masterpiece! A blend of Terran and Bolian cuisine. Little unconventional, maybe, but I promise it’ll be a hit. How about I whip up a plate for you? Just to try it.”

Chakotay gave him a gentle smile. “Chell, you do remember I’m a vegetarian, right?”

Chell’s grin widened, undeterred. “Of course, Commander! It’s not real chicken—it’s a plant-based, protein-dense derivative made to emulate chicken. Packed with nutrients and completely vegetarian-friendly. I’d never forget something like that.”

Chakotay hesitated, looking at his coffee like it was his last line of defence. “I don’t know…”

“Come on, Commander,” Chell persisted, adopting a disarming grin reminiscent of Neelix. “You have been eating elaborate rations for nearly a week. It’s time for a change. You’ll never know unless you try. I guarantee it’s not leola root!”

With a resigned sigh, Chakotay set down his coffee. “Fine, but just a small portion.”

Chell beamed triumphantly. “Coming right up! You won’t regret it.”

As Chell scurried off to plate his culinary creation, Ensign Ayala entered the room, his stride purposeful and his expression serious. He nodded to Chakotay before speaking. “Commander, we’ve completed the first round of security drills. The Equinox survivors are a bit rusty, but they’re improving quickly.”

“That’s good to hear,” Chakotay said, glancing toward the galley where Chell was humming a tune as he worked. “We’ll need everyone operating at their best if we’re going to make this work. Any specific concerns?”

Ayala folded his arms, glancing around the mess hall as a few crew members mingled and enjoyed their meals. “Nothing major. A couple of the survivors seem uneasy—probably still adjusting to the new crew and leadership, not to mention automation. The ship is a proverbial hub of activity and positivity they hadn’t experienced in a while. But they’re cooperative, and I’ve paired them with Voyager personnel to encourage teamwork.”

Chakotay nodded thoughtfully. “Good approach. Keep me updated on their progress.”

As Ayala moved aside, Chell returned with a plate of his “Chicken Warp Core, Don Bleu,” the dish neatly presented with a small garnish of replicated greens from Voyager. “Here you are, Commander! The future of morale, right on this plate.”

Chakotay looked at it, then at Chell, and finally picked up a fork. “Let’s see if this is as good as you say.”

He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. To his surprise, the flavours blended well, the seasoning balanced and satisfying. He nodded approvingly. “Not bad, Chell. Not bad at all.”

Chell grinned. “I knew you’d love it. Just wait until I debut ‘Nebula Nachos’ tomorrow!”

Chakotay chuckled, shaking his head. “One step at a time, Chell. One step at a time.”

As the mess hall buzzed with activity, Chakotay took a moment to observe the interactions. Voyager’s crew was blending well with the Equinox survivors, and the sense of camaraderie was beginning to take root. It wasn’t perfect—yet—but it was a start. With people like Chell, Ayala, Carey and the rest of Voyager’s personnel leading the way, Chakotay felt confident they could turn the Equinox into a fully functional and cohesive Starfleet vessel once more. ‘My crew’ he thought to himself.

Voyager ready room that same day
The doors to the ready room slid open with a soft hiss, and Crewman Noah Lessing stepped inside, his posture stiff, hands clasped behind his back. If he was nervous, he hid it well—but Janeway could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his gaze flicked between her and the desk, likely wondering why he’d been summoned.

"You wanted to see me, Captain?" he asked, his tone measured.

Janeway stood near the viewport, her arms loosely crossed as she gazed out at the slowly recovering Equinox, its hull bathed in the dim glow of repair drones. After a beat, she turned to face him.

"Yes, Crewman. I wanted to speak with you—privately."

Lessing shifted slightly, but he remained at attention. He had been working hard on the Equinox’s restoration, proving himself alongside the others, yet a part of him had to be wondering whether he was still under judgment.

Janeway gestured toward the chair across from her desk. "Please, have a seat."

He hesitated, then obeyed, carefully lowering himself into the chair. Janeway took her own seat, folding her hands on the desk in front of her.

"Mr. Lessing… I owe you an apology."

Lessing blinked, visibly caught off guard.

Janeway’s gaze was steady. "I put you in an impossible situation. In my pursuit of justice against Captain Ransom and the Equinox, I made a choice that… I deeply regret. I put you in danger, and I did it as both a test of your loyalty, and an ultimatum."

Lessing swallowed but didn’t immediately speak.

"You were under duress, and I knew it. I justified my actions in the moment, but looking back… I should have found another way. It wasn’t my finest hour."

Lessing finally found his voice, though it was quieter than usual. "I won’t lie, Captain. That moment… it stayed with me. I wasn’t sure what you were going to do, and for a few seconds, neither was I."

Janeway exhaled slowly, nodding. "I was angry. Angry at what the Equinox had done. At what I knew you were complicit in. Even so, I should have remembered that, no matter what, Starfleet officers are better than that—even when they lose their way."

Lessing studied her for a long moment before finally leaning back slightly. "You’re not the only one who made bad choices, Captain. The Equinox crew… we made our share. I wasn’t innocent in all of this either. I didn’t do enough to stop what was happening."

Janeway inclined her head. "Maybe not. But you’re doing something now. You’ve stepped up. You’re proving that your story isn’t defined by one mistake—or by your time under Captain Ransom."

A silence settled between them, heavier this time. Then Janeway leaned forward slightly, her expression firm.

"I also want you to know… I documented what happened in that cargo bay."

Lessing’s brow furrowed slightly.

"Everything I did—the choices I made—it's in the logs. When we get home, Starfleet will see it, and if you choose to, you can press charges against me." She met his gaze evenly. "And you’d have every right to do so."

Lessing stared at her, clearly thrown off by the admission. His fingers curled slightly, as if considering the weight of what she was saying.

Then, slowly, he shook his head.

"I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Captain." His voice was quieter but steady.

Janeway’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you sure? I put you in harm’s way—deliberately. I crossed a line. I won’t stand in your way if you choose to pursue it."

Lessing let out a breath, leaning forward, his hands resting lightly on his knees.

"I’ve thought about that moment a lot. Wondered how things might have played out differently. And yeah… at the time, I… hated you for it."

He let the words settle, then shook his head again, this time more firmly.

"But sitting here, now… I get it. I get why you did it. It doesn’t mean I liked it, or that I’d ever want to be put in that position again. But I also know that if you had been the captain of the Equinox instead of Ransom, we wouldn’t have ended up where we did."

Janeway absorbed his words in silence, letting him speak.

"I don’t need Starfleet to hold you accountable, Captain. You already did that yourself."

Janeway studied him for a moment, then gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

Lessing stood, his stance noticeably more at ease. "For what it’s worth, I’ll prove I belong here."

Janeway gave a nod of approval. "I have no doubt."

As Lessing left the ready room, the tension that had followed him in was gone, replaced by something steadier—perhaps even mutual respect.

Janeway let out a slow breath, turning her gaze back to the stars. The past couldn’t be undone, but at least now, some wounds could begin to heal.

 

[Deks]

Equinox Engineering – Day 8 – A Small Victory

The gentle hum of the new warp core filled the room as the power systems came online. Torres stood with her arms crossed, observing as Carey watched the readings on his console, a smile of satisfaction spreading across his face.

“EPS grid is stable. Warp core is holding steady at minimal output,” he reported.

Nicoletti let out a relieved sigh from her station nearby. “That’s a good sign. Looks like we’re finally turning a corner.”

From across the room, Marla Gilmore stepped forward, holding a diagnostic PADD. “I just ran a secondary check on the plasma flow regulators—they’re functioning within optimal parameters. If we maintain this pace, we’ll have full propulsion online by the time both nacelles are finished.”

Carey glanced at her with a nod of appreciation. “Good work, Marla. Glad to have you on the team for this.”

Gilmore gave a modest smile. “Thank you, Lieutenant. It’s nice to be given a second chance.” Her gaze shifted briefly to the warp core, her expression contemplative. “It feels good to see it all coming together.”

As Chakotay stepped into the room, his gaze moved to the glowing core. “Nice work, everyone. Let’s keep this momentum going.”

Torres turned to him, her tone tinged with mock exasperation. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Chakotay. It’s all on you now.”

He grinned. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Marla hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Commander, if it’s alright, I’d like to stay involved with the repairs, even after things stabilize. It’s… it feels like I owe it to the ship and the crew.”

Chakotay gave her a measured look, then nodded. “I think that’s a great idea, Marla. Your expertise will be invaluable here, and it’s clear you’re already making a difference.”

Carey smirked. “You might regret that, Commander. Once she’s on a roll, there’s no stopping her.”

Marla chuckled softly. “I’ll try to keep it under control.”


Janeway’s Ready Room – later that same day

The faint hum of Voyager’s systems provided a steady backdrop as Janeway leaned back in her chair, nursing a steaming cup of coffee. Across from her, Chakotay sat, his expression a mix of professionalism and mild amusement as he glanced at his PADD.

“Repairs on the Equinox are progressing well,” he began. “The port nacelle is sealed and the drones are making good progress on the dorsal array. Warp Coils reconstruction is scheduled to begin tomorrow. We’ve also brought the Warp core online to minimal levels to test it, and we’ll bring it fully online once the nacelles are repaired. The crew is settling in, though there’s still a bit of adjustment going on between the original Equinox survivors and Voyager personnel.”

Janeway nodded, setting her cup down. “Any major issues?”

“Nothing we can’t handle,” Chakotay replied. “They are eager to prove themselves, and our people have been welcoming for the most part. Ayala’s been conducting security drills, and they’re already showing improvement. Chell’s been doing his part too, handling morale and meals. He’s taken over the mess hall on the Equinox like he was born for it.”

Janeway raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I’ll say one thing for Neelix—his cooking may be questionable, but many of his other suggestions make a lot of sense.”

Chakotay chuckled. “Credit where credit is due. Chell’s already come up with a few signature dishes, including one he insisted I try.” He handed a PADD to Janeway.

“Chicken Warp Core… Don Bleu?” Janeway’s laughter erupted, warm and unrestrained. “You’re serious?”
Chakotay leaned back, a playful glint in his eyes. “Very. Before I gave it a try—after questioning my life choices, of course—”
“Of course,” Janeway interjected, her tone dripping with mock seriousness.
Chakotay grinned. “I thought to myself that if his cooking turns out to be as bad as his puns, we’re in trouble. But I’ll admit, it wasn’t half bad.”

Janeway wiped a tear of laughter from her eye, shaking her head. “Well, it sounds like he’s bringing some much-needed levity to the ship.”
Chakotay smirked. “He’s definitely lightened the mood. And before you ask, it’s vegetarian-friendly.”
Janeway arched an eyebrow bemusedly, her curiosity piqued. “I didn’t realize that would even need clarification.”

Chakotay grinned. “Let’s just say I’ve learned to ask questions first when it comes to Neelix or Chell’s ‘creativity’, though I’ve told him to ease up on the experimental dishes until the crew has had time to adjust. I’m not sure the Equinox is quite ready for ‘Plasma Leak Soup.’” Janeway smiled rechecking the PADD. “Oh I don’t know. I might be willing giving that one a try. It’s a good sign, Chakotay. This wasn’t an easy task, but you’re making it work.”

He met her gaze, his tone softening slightly. “It’s thanks to the groundwork we’ve laid over the past five years. The crew knows what’s expected of them, and they’re stepping up.”

Janeway’s smile turned more reflective. “I had no doubts, but it’s still good to see it all falling into place.”

Chakotay inclined his head, a faint smile on his face. “Thank you. And don’t worry Kathryn—I’ll make sure to send you a plate of ‘Chicken Warp Core, Don Bleu’ next time.”

Janeway raised her cup in mock salute, her laughter returning. “I think I’ll make it a point to have it in the Equinox mess hall with you once all the major work is complete.” She added a bit mischievously. “But if you do manage to sneak the Nebula Nachos over here without Neelix noticing, I’d appreciate it. They sound appetizing.”

He leaned back slightly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he studied her. “I can try, but there’s no guarantee he won’t pick up on it. The man is like a hawk when it comes to food.”

She paused, her lips curving into a sly grin. “You know, it just hit me—some of the key positions we selected for the Equinox seem to be filled by your old crew. Should I be worried?”
Chakotay smirked, leaning back slightly. “I’ve got them running security drills and fixing plasma conduits—not exactly the stuff of rebellion. Besides,” his tone grew mock-serious while taking a sip of his coffee. “if I did have a secret plan to stage a coup, would I tell you?”

Janeway raised an eyebrow, her amusement unmistakable. “Considering the state Voyager left the Equinox in, I think you’d need a little more than a secret plan to pull that off.”
Chakotay chuckled, leaning forward. “Fair point. Let’s just say Ayala and I have more or less retired our guerilla tactics playbook —though I hear Tuvok keeps a copy, just in case.”

Janeway smirked, raising her coffee cup in a mock toast. “I wouldn’t put it past him. But, let’s not dismiss it entirely Chakotay. Some of those tricks worked in the Delta Quadrant—we used them occasionally in the early days. If we can merge them more with Starfleet regulations, they might be worth keeping in the playbook.”

Chakotay nodded, his expression softening to match hers. “Innovation born out of necessity—it’s kept us alive more times than I can count. I like to think we’ve become a good blend of Maquis ingenuity and Starfleet principles over the years.”

Janeway smiled warmly. “And that’s exactly the kind of thinking we’ll need as we move forward—with Voyager and Equinox.”

With a shared smile, she and Chakotay turned their attention back to the PADDs, ready to tackle the next phase of the Equinox’s journey toward redemption. The chime of the ready room door interrupted the moment.

“Come in,” Janeway called.

The door slid open to reveal Tuvok, his posture as composed as ever. He stepped in, his hands clasped behind his back. “Captain, Commander. I trust I am not intruding.”

Janeway gestured to the empty chair next to Chakotay. “Not at all, Tuvok. What’s on your mind?”

Tuvok inclined his head slightly before addressing them. “Our repairs have been swift. We are back to maximum efficiency, and the security drills on Voyager are progressing as planned. Ensign Ayala reported similar progress on the Equinox. Additionally, I have been reviewing the tactical readiness of both crews.”

Chakotay raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “And?”

Tuvok turned his attention to him. “Once the Equinox’s repairs are complete, I would recommend conducting joint tactical exercises between both ships. Mock battles if you will. Initially, these simulations would focus on their current configurations to establish performance benchmarks. Following this, and assuming the Equinox can be similarly upgraded with a ZPE core and other modifications Voyager received, we could conduct additional simulations to assess the effectiveness of the enhancements.”

Janeway leaned back slightly, considering the suggestion. “That’s a solid plan, Tuvok. Testing both ships in baseline and upgraded configurations would give us a clear sense of where we stand—and where we need to improve.”

Chakotay nodded in agreement. “It’ll also help the Equinox crew get accustomed to the ship’s systems and to working alongside us in more dynamic situations. It might even give us an edge if we encounter any… unexpected company.”

Tuvok inclined his head again. “Indeed. I will draft a proposal detailing the exercise scenarios, objectives, and evaluation metrics.”

Janeway smiled approvingly. “Make it so, Tuvok. Let’s aim to schedule the first set of simulations once the Equinox is ready for joint operations.”

Tuvok nodded then glanced briefly at Chakotay. “Commander, Ensign Ayala’s report not withstanding, I trust the Equinox’s transition to operational readiness is proceeding as expected?”

Chakotay offered a faint smile. “It is, thanks to everyone’s efforts, including yours. And since you’re here, how are you adapting to your new dual role, First Officer and Chief of Security?”

Tuvok raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, his voice even. “I find the responsibilities… manageable. The experience is not without its challenges, but they are of a nature I find intellectually stimulating.”

Chakotay’s grin widened. “In other words, you’re thriving.”

Tuvok gave a subtle nod of acknowledgment. “A logical conclusion, Commander.”

With a slight bow to both officers, Tuvok turned crisply and exited the ready room.

Janeway watched him leave, a fond smile tugging at her lips. “You know, I’ve always relied on Tuvok as my anchor. But seeing him handle these new responsibilities, I can’t help but admire how seamlessly he’s stepping into this role.”

Chakotay chuckled lightly. “Tuvok’s not just an anchor, Kathryn. He’s the foundation. And from what I can see, that foundation’s as solid as ever.”

Janeway raised her coffee cup, her smile warm and reflective. “To Tuvok—and to moving forward.”

Chakotay lifted his own cup in silent agreement before the two returned to their work, steadfast as ever.

The next day, Voyager was ready to start reconstruction of the Equinox Warp coils. Carey leaving no stone unturned wanted to ensure both nacelles would be in peak condition.
Since each nacelle contained 26 Warp coils, priority was given to the port nacelle due to its worse state.

The coils were beamed out one by one using Voyager’s replicator/transporter network and modified inside the matter stream with assistance from the ZPE core - a process that without it would be very power intensive and therefore require the crews to find enough quantities of Verterium Cortenide, Polyferranide and Gallicite separately in enough quantities and then rebuild them themselves. The network, as good as it was, required 8 hours per nacelle to complete the work which comprised of beaming the reconstructed Warp coil into place and allowing the drones time for inspection and testing as well as brief buffer time between materialization cycles of large and dense objects.

As soon as the port nacelle was complete, the starboard nacelle was worked on. This nacelle and its warp coils were in a far better condition, still, Carey wanted to make full use of Voyager’s resources for this job, so the process was repeated. In the end, it was a good call as it allowed both nacelles to be restored to peak operational capacity accounting for Equinox’s time in the Delta Quadrant. ‘Fresh out of drydock, or as close as it can get given the circumstances.’ Joe muttered to himself.
Still, he was proud of the work that was done.

While Carey remained focused on the nacelle work, Ensign Susan Nicoletti led efforts overseeing the restoration of critical subsystems.

She worked closely with other Voyager engineer transfers, including the original Equinox survivors Marla Gilmore, Brian Sofin, and Angelo Tassoni who had stepped up to assist the repair teams. “We’re stabilising EPS relays across Deck 4,” Nicoletti reported to Torres in engineering. “So far, power flow is within Starfleet parameters.”

Torres nodded approvingly from her supervisory post. “Keep a close eye on the plasma relays in junction 12-A. Those tend to bottleneck under stress.”

Marla Gilmore added, “I’m already on it. Sofin and Tassoni are running diagnostics as we speak.”

Meanwhile, in sickbay, Samantha Wildman was joined by James Morrow, who was assigned to assist as a medic. Wildman handed him a medical tricorder and pointed toward a biobed. “Let’s get these systems calibrated. The new EMH is almost ready to be activated, and I’d prefer everything be operational when it comes online.”

In Voyager’s hololab, Harry Kim, Seven of Nine, and the Doctor worked to finalise the programming for the Equinox’s new EMH. Using the AI Forge, they were able to create a bit more refined version of Voyager’s doctor—one capable of developing its own identity while avoiding the interpersonal stumbles of its predecessor.

“This version will have an expanded bedside manner matrix and more adaptive learning algorithms,” the Voyager EMH remarked, glancing at the hololab’s interface. “Not that I’m saying I need improving, of course.”

Harry smirked. “Of course not, Doc. But let’s see how well this one handles being thrown into chaos.”

By the end of the day, the offspring EMH was uploaded to the Equinox’s medical systems, ready for activation once the ship’s systems were stable. Wildman, Morrow, and the others prepared to bring the new doctor online the following day.

In other areas of the ship, the growing cohesion between Voyager transfers and Equinox survivors was evident. Noah Lessing, now training under Jenny Delaney, worked diligently on fine-tuning the internal sensor grid. Jenny, still adjusting to her new role as the Equinox’s OPS officer under Harry Kim’s guidance, glanced over Lessing’s work.

“Not bad,” she said. “Just don’t overcompensate for the sensor distortion in the starboard array. It’ll even out once we finish repairs.”

Lessing nodded. “Got it. I’ll have it ready before Lt. Carey finishes the nacelle work.”

 

[Deks]

First post edited/modified slightly.
Now includes Audio Overview from Gemini of the story (cool new feature - FAR from perfect - there are some aspects that DEFINITELY need to be improved, I just figured I could experiment a bit).

But its here too.

VOY Theoretical Horizons - Gemini Audio Overview