Star Trek: Voyager – Horrors of the Delta Quadrant
Refuge from Calydon Part 1
Voyager was stopped. On the bridge, Captain Kathryn Janeway looked at the viewscreen showing the nebula on their path to the Alpha Quadrant. She turned to Neelix, whom she had summoned when Voyager had dropped out of warp just short of its perimeter. “And you say this nebula is safe?”
“Yes. Relatively diffuse compared to those garden variety compact nebulae. If it was dangerous, I would have recommended a different path,” Neelix answered.
“That sounds like a ringing endorsement,” Ensign Harry Kim said.
“But we should be cautious,” Janeway said. “Mr. Paris, take us in, Warp 3.”
“Aye, Captain,” Lieutenant Tom Paris responded. “Warp 3.”
An hour later, Voyager received a distress call. “It’s coming from deeper in the nebula,” Harry reported.
“Prepare to change course,” Janeway ordered.
“Aye Captain.”
“A group of refugees aboard a previously abandoned station. There is a strange ion storm,” Kim reported.
“Mr. Paris.”
“Changing course,” Paris reported.
As Voyager entered the outer reaches of the storm, Kes came onto the bridge. “Kes?” Janeway asked.
“This is no ordinary storm. Something bad is going to happen,” Kes said. “I can’t describe it, but it’s some kind of feeling I have.”
“Go on,” Janeway prompted, as she saw Tuvok give a look of concern.
“That’s all for the moment. But we do need to help those refugees,” Kes added.
It seemed that Neelix had already told her, either that or her powers were more powerful than suspected, Janeway reflected. “How soon can we reach that station?” she asked.
“Fifteen minutes, Captain,” Paris reported.
“We’ll be there soon, Kes.” Kathryn saw the look on the young Ocampa’s face. “You don’t need to worry.”
“I’m afraid that there’s going to be more suffering, Captain.”
Kes’ pronouncement of suffering was still on the Captain’s mind as Voyager docked with the station. The ion storm made the use of transporters unadvisable.
Commander Chakotay, Tuvok and Paris entered the station from Voyager’s forward airlock. Immediately they could hear voices over the comm system. “Sounds like they’re having problems with the power system,” Tom observed. “Should we bring Torres too?”
“Not yet,” Tuvok decided.
“We’ll meet them first,” Chakotay said.
“Sure,” Paris said. “But we might need Kes too.”
Soon, they came to the Station’s main concourse, where most of the refugees were. Chakotay could see a woman running around nearby calling someone’s name. “Oyoup!”
“Don’t worry, Hana, I’ll help you.”
Another woman called out “Xelos! Stay away from her.”
Hana continued to call out for Oyoup.
A man came running, and nearly crashed into Chakotay. “Woah there!”
“Who are you?”
“Commander Chakotay, of the Federation Starship Voyager. We answered your distress call.” There was a shudder as the storm hit the station.
The same shudder rang through Voyager.
“Docking clamps are stable,” Harry reported.
“Good,” Janeway said.
After Chakotay introduced himself, the man ran off. “We’re here to help,” Chakotay said.
“Oyoup, are you alright?”
“I can take care of myself, Hana.”
“What were you doing?”
“Hiding. From the demons,” Oyoup said.
“What demons?” Chakotay asked, wondering if the refugees were not alone.
“He’s just seeing things,” Hana said.
“Are you sure? You may not be alone on this station,” Chakotay said.
“It’s just us. And who are you?”
“Commander Chakotay, of the Federation Starship Voyager. As I was trying to say earlier, we answered your distress call.”
Tuvok looked at his tricorder. “Commander, I am not picking up any life signs other than us and the refugees. They’re all showing as the same species.”
“So, why are you here?” Chakotay asked.
“I came here, because there was no where else to go,” Hana said. “There are others who can explain more.”
“Lead the way,” Chakotay said.
Back on Voyager, Ensign Kim had scanned the station. “The storm is making the sensors unreliable, but some data has come through,” he said.
“And?” Janeway asked.
“And the ships the refugees arrived in are on the other side of the station. It looks like they were barely able to get here. The warp cores have had it and they’re very low on antimatter and have no spare dilithium.”
“So, if they’re to leave, we’ll have to take them on Voyager.”
“Yes.”
“You answered our distress call?” One of the leaders asked.
“Yes,” Chakotay answered. “Hana said you can explain why you are on the run.”
“We can. Our colony was attacked by the Kazon Inomris. They began to take people as slaves. So we had to flee.”
“We travelled at low warp for weeks, trying to conserve our antimatter and dilithium before we found this station. But it seems that it’s safe no longer.”
“I take it you’re referring not to the ion storm, but to the reports of demons?” Tuvok asked.
“You are correct,” the first Elder answered.
“We haven’t been able to detect any other life signs than yours,” Tuvok said.
“But then a demon wouldn’t show up on a scan, would it?” Tom asked.
“Nor would any number of subspace entities,” Tuvok pointed out.
“In any case, demons or subspace entities, the station is no longer safe,” the second Elder said.
Refuge from Calydon Part 1
Voyager was stopped. On the bridge, Captain Kathryn Janeway looked at the viewscreen showing the nebula on their path to the Alpha Quadrant. She turned to Neelix, whom she had summoned when Voyager had dropped out of warp just short of its perimeter. “And you say this nebula is safe?”
“Yes. Relatively diffuse compared to those garden variety compact nebulae. If it was dangerous, I would have recommended a different path,” Neelix answered.
“That sounds like a ringing endorsement,” Ensign Harry Kim said.
“But we should be cautious,” Janeway said. “Mr. Paris, take us in, Warp 3.”
“Aye, Captain,” Lieutenant Tom Paris responded. “Warp 3.”
An hour later, Voyager received a distress call. “It’s coming from deeper in the nebula,” Harry reported.
“Prepare to change course,” Janeway ordered.
“Aye Captain.”
“A group of refugees aboard a previously abandoned station. There is a strange ion storm,” Kim reported.
“Mr. Paris.”
“Changing course,” Paris reported.
As Voyager entered the outer reaches of the storm, Kes came onto the bridge. “Kes?” Janeway asked.
“This is no ordinary storm. Something bad is going to happen,” Kes said. “I can’t describe it, but it’s some kind of feeling I have.”
“Go on,” Janeway prompted, as she saw Tuvok give a look of concern.
“That’s all for the moment. But we do need to help those refugees,” Kes added.
It seemed that Neelix had already told her, either that or her powers were more powerful than suspected, Janeway reflected. “How soon can we reach that station?” she asked.
“Fifteen minutes, Captain,” Paris reported.
“We’ll be there soon, Kes.” Kathryn saw the look on the young Ocampa’s face. “You don’t need to worry.”
“I’m afraid that there’s going to be more suffering, Captain.”
Kes’ pronouncement of suffering was still on the Captain’s mind as Voyager docked with the station. The ion storm made the use of transporters unadvisable.
Commander Chakotay, Tuvok and Paris entered the station from Voyager’s forward airlock. Immediately they could hear voices over the comm system. “Sounds like they’re having problems with the power system,” Tom observed. “Should we bring Torres too?”
“Not yet,” Tuvok decided.
“We’ll meet them first,” Chakotay said.
“Sure,” Paris said. “But we might need Kes too.”
Soon, they came to the Station’s main concourse, where most of the refugees were. Chakotay could see a woman running around nearby calling someone’s name. “Oyoup!”
“Don’t worry, Hana, I’ll help you.”
Another woman called out “Xelos! Stay away from her.”
Hana continued to call out for Oyoup.
A man came running, and nearly crashed into Chakotay. “Woah there!”
“Who are you?”
“Commander Chakotay, of the Federation Starship Voyager. We answered your distress call.” There was a shudder as the storm hit the station.
The same shudder rang through Voyager.
“Docking clamps are stable,” Harry reported.
“Good,” Janeway said.
After Chakotay introduced himself, the man ran off. “We’re here to help,” Chakotay said.
“Oyoup, are you alright?”
“I can take care of myself, Hana.”
“What were you doing?”
“Hiding. From the demons,” Oyoup said.
“What demons?” Chakotay asked, wondering if the refugees were not alone.
“He’s just seeing things,” Hana said.
“Are you sure? You may not be alone on this station,” Chakotay said.
“It’s just us. And who are you?”
“Commander Chakotay, of the Federation Starship Voyager. As I was trying to say earlier, we answered your distress call.”
Tuvok looked at his tricorder. “Commander, I am not picking up any life signs other than us and the refugees. They’re all showing as the same species.”
“So, why are you here?” Chakotay asked.
“I came here, because there was no where else to go,” Hana said. “There are others who can explain more.”
“Lead the way,” Chakotay said.
Back on Voyager, Ensign Kim had scanned the station. “The storm is making the sensors unreliable, but some data has come through,” he said.
“And?” Janeway asked.
“And the ships the refugees arrived in are on the other side of the station. It looks like they were barely able to get here. The warp cores have had it and they’re very low on antimatter and have no spare dilithium.”
“So, if they’re to leave, we’ll have to take them on Voyager.”
“Yes.”
“You answered our distress call?” One of the leaders asked.
“Yes,” Chakotay answered. “Hana said you can explain why you are on the run.”
“We can. Our colony was attacked by the Kazon Inomris. They began to take people as slaves. So we had to flee.”
“We travelled at low warp for weeks, trying to conserve our antimatter and dilithium before we found this station. But it seems that it’s safe no longer.”
“I take it you’re referring not to the ion storm, but to the reports of demons?” Tuvok asked.
“You are correct,” the first Elder answered.
“We haven’t been able to detect any other life signs than yours,” Tuvok said.
“But then a demon wouldn’t show up on a scan, would it?” Tom asked.
“Nor would any number of subspace entities,” Tuvok pointed out.
“In any case, demons or subspace entities, the station is no longer safe,” the second Elder said.
