Heavy Metal 2-8 Rev/Corr

[LT.Hit-Man]

I touched up my Heavy Metal fic and added a new chap
So enjoy
Heavy Metal 2

Kathryn Janeway opened her eyes, and shut them, not believing what she was seeing! When she again opened her eyes what she had seen before was still there, an orange sky with yellow clouds and she was floating in the middle of them.

"What is going on here, is this the afterlife??" she asked herself, but, before she could think on the matter any further there was a bone rattling shriek from above her.

Janeway looked up to see a long-bodied serpent that had black scales, six legs the size of redwoods and it was coming straight for her! Try as she might she could not get away from the beast that was attacking her, it's cavernous mouth wide open. She could see that the jagged teeth on this monster were as big as photon torpedoes and, impaled on the teeth, were the crew of a ship she dimly remembered, and they were writhing in agony!

The beast drew back it's head and let out a gout of black fire that incinerated the people in it's teeth, turning them into charred lumps of once living flesh and bone. Janeway let out a scream as the fire washed over
her body in a wave of cleansing pain. She could see the skin of her hands, that she had put up in front of her in a vain effort to ward off the beast's flame, starting to crack and blistering before turning into fine ash. Then
she could see the muscles of her hands start to pop and sizzle as they fried, before they to were reduced to ash. Then it was the bones of her hands that cracked and
splintered, she could see the bone marrow starting to boil and bubble, and the last thing she could remember before she became unconscious was the smell of smoke, and then she snapped back to reality.


Chakotay was limping about, as he and Tuvok where putting out a fire that had started when the tactical control panel exploded. Luckily Tuvok had been thrown clear of the tactical panel a few seconds earlier, or he would have been diced into raw hamburger by the shrapnel!
Chakotay was just finishing with the fire when, hearing a low moan, he looked behind him and saw the Captain starting to convulse. He dropped the fire extinguisher, and vaulted over the railing that was behind the Captain's chair. He did not care that his leg was screaming at him for putting it though hell, and was about to scoop up the woman he loved into his arms, when she sat up and started screaming.

"CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! it's all right your fine!" Chakotay said to Janeway in a hushed whisper, as he stroked her hair, helping to put the Captain at ease. He could see the terror in her eyes starting to dissipate as she got
her bearings.

Janeway felt someone's hands on her and she was about to start screaming again, as well as take a swing at who or whatever was touching her, but then she heard a voice. A voice that she knew and then she felt someone stroking
her hair, and it was comforting.

"Wha-who-where, what is going on?" she muttered, as her addled brain started to sort out what was going on around her. Then she looked up, into a set of the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

"Chakotay? What's going on around here?" she asked him. She could see the relief flood across his bruised face, that looked mighty fine right now.

Tuvok finished with the fire, and turned to see if Harry Kim was all right. But, when he looked down at the ensign, he was shocked by all the blood that was oozing from the wide terror-glazed eyes, smashed nose and agony twisted mouth. He immediately began to check the young man's vital signs, they where shallow and failing fast.

Tom peeled himself off of the view screen. "Ow, damn! Did any one see the registry number of that starship." he quipped though grinding teeth, as he picked bits of the cracked view screen from his bloody forehead. He turned to see how everyone else was doing, when he saw Tuvok pick Harry off of the floor and start towards the turbo-lift doors.

"Tuvok, how is he?" Tom called out as he staggered over to Tuvok and Harry, after Chakotay waved him off as he and the captain started to get themselves together.

"His life signs are failing. Come with me to sick bay, I'm sure the doctor will need your help." Tuvok told Tom as the turbo lift doors opened.

"Hey Chakotay, will you and the captain be OK with out us?" Paris asked he ripped a sleeve off his uniform, and started to clean the blood from Harry's face.

"We'll be fine here. You and Tuvok see to Mister Kim." Janeway said to Tom, as she sat down. Her back and ass felt like a whole lot of people, with spiked boots, had been doing parade marching on them.

"Aye, aye captain, good to have you back." Tom said to her with a rogue's grin, and a painful one at that. Then, Tuvok, the dying ensign Kim and he were gone.

Janeway and Chakotay started to take stock of the ship, but in the back of their minds, nestled away in the core, the love of each other started to grow, like wild flowers in the late spring.

It was a mad house in Sickbay, the wounded were being placed wherever there was room. The doc was working with the few other crew members who had any kind of medical training, trying to patching up the worst cases.

"Ahh, Mister Paris! Good of you to join us. Grab a tricorder and get started, we need all the help we can get!"

The Holo-Doc saw Harry in Tuvok's arms, and told the Vulcan to bring him over to a bio-bed. It had been freed up by the passing of a young man who had died due to massive tissue damage when a computer panel exploded, sending out
plasma energy that had started frying him until someone had knocked him away.

Tom was trying his hardest not to laugh at the Holo-Doc, as he grimly began to work on stopping the flow of blood from a crew woman's shattered skull. Tuvok's eyebrow shot up while he watched the Holo-Doc, for what he saw defied all logic. He could only stand there staring at the Doc, until he told him to bring Harry over to the bio-bed.

"His brain is hemorrhaging! Hand me 30cc of tarianine, now! " the Doc barked at Tuvok. He quickly handed the Doc what he had asked for, or so he hoped. Luckily it was, and the Doc started to work on Harry as fast as he could. Within a few minutes Harry's condition had stabilized.

The Doc looked at Tuvok, who was back to his old self, the eye brow was back down as he adjusted to the Doc's condition. He told him that Harry was stable, but it was touch and go. Then they started to treat the steady stream of wounded that were coming in. Most of them were in too much pain, or too messed up, to be surprised by the Doc's condition.

Tom had finished treating the crew woman with the head wound, when someone called for his help with another patient.

"When will this end?" Tom thought to himself, as he wiped the blood from his hands onto his already blood soaked pants.

When he turned to see who had called him, his heart skipped a beat! Then he started running towards the two wounded crewmen who were carrying B'Elanna into the sickbay. Jumping over the wounded that where on the floor, not caring if he landed on anyone, his only thoughts were of B'Elanna. She had been impaled on a long section of a metal strut, that was slick with her life's blood.

"Fuck! Don't you die on me B'Ell!" Tom said in a ragged voice, as he started to work on B'Elanna, staunching the flow of blood as fast as he could. She started to moan in pain and she opened her eyes.

"T-T-Tom I-", B'Elanna was trying to tell Tom that she still loved him. But the pain of her wound was too
much for her, and she began to fade out on Tom who was starting to lose it!

"Hey B'Ell, you should see the doc he's really fucked up!" Tom said to Torres, as he started to cut the strut out of her body.

"Not even the Doc got away from whatever happened to us, he has an andorian hard-on sticking out of his forehead, and his uniform is a French can-can dancer's outfit. I guess something in his holo-matrix got knocked out of whack!" his voice was starting to crack.

"That's really funny Tom I st-." B'Elanna managed so rasp, coughing up a gout of blood. Then, she was gone! The tricorder in Tom's hand started to let out a loud, flat whine that resounded though out Sickbay as she passed on.

"NOOOO! DON'T YOU DIE ON ME YOU BITCH!! I HAVE NOT FINISHED MAKING THINGS RIGHT WITH YOU!." Tom screamed. He started to massage B'Elanna's chest, trying to get her heart started, hoping that calling her nasty names would stir up that fiery klingon side of her! Wanting her to be so mad at him, that she couldn't die before she kicked his ass!

"I NEED SOME HELP HERE!" Tom yelled as he start pumping Torres full of adrenaline, then pounding on her chest. then Tuvok and the Doc ran over to his side, and the Doc started to work like a madman as Tuvok tried to
get Tom out of the Doc's way. It was clear Tom was not in his right mind.

"Mister Paris, if you keep letting your feelings get the better of you, you will not be able to help the Doctor save B'Elanna's life!" Tuvok said to Tom, in his usual
calm and rational voice, but Tom was too far gone in his fear and pain. He suddenly took a wild swing at Tuvok, who just barely had time to step back as Tom's bloody fist whistled past his head.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU GREEN BLOODED BASTARD! YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE LOVE SOMEONE AND END UP LOSING THEM!" Tom screamed as he got ready to rip Tuvok's head off, and Tuvok could see the insane gleam in Tom's teary eyes.

Tuvok calmly told Paris that, if he did not settle down, he would remove him from the Sickbay.

"I do know what it is like to love," Tuvok then added " I have a wife back on Vulcan whom I love very much. I would do anything to be by her side right now, but there is nothing I can do about that. So I go on doing my work knowing, that sooner or later, I will see her again."

Tom took a deep breath and got himself cooled off, but he was still freaked out and he told Tuvok to stay away from him, then he turned to the Doc who was smiling.

"Well Tom, you'll be relieved to know that I have managed to get B'Elanna's heart going again-" Tom looked like he was ready to plant a kiss on the Doc when he heard the good news, but there was something the Doc's eyes that put the smack down on Tom's joy.

"She is stable for now, but she's in a deep coma and there is some internal bleeding that I have to fix. I managed to stop it for now but unless I operate, and operate soon, she will die. There remains the chance that when I open her up, she will die anyway. The amount of blood she has lost, combined with the trauma she has been through, means the shock to her system maybe too much
for her to handle." the Doc said.

Tom felt like someone grabbed his heart, ripped it out and field goaled it. He leaned on a bio-bed to keep himself from falling on his ass, his legs suddenly had the consistency of molasses.

"Do what you have to do Doc." Tom said, his voice sounding as rough as fifty miles of bad road.

"Tom, I am here by relieving you of your duties. Go and get some rest, that's an order." The Doc said to Tom, as he moved B'Elanna to a bio-bed. He placed the crewman that was on it on the floor , he only had a broken leg and second degree burns to his hands and chest! Then got ready to operate on B'Elanna, but when he saw that Tom was standing there weaving on his feet. He had Tuvok escort him to his quarters, he then called another crew woman over to help him with the operation.

"Tuvok I'll be OK! Just give me a few minutes to get myself together." Tom said to Tuvok as he started to reach for a hypospray of kaserdin, a powerful stimulant, but Tuvok took it away from him.

"The Doctor has relieved you of your duties. You will go to your quarters now."

Tom looked at Tuvok and shook his head.

"You have got to be kidding me! The Doc needs all the people he can get to look after all the wounded." Tom said as he tried push past him, but Tuvok had a steely grip on his arm.

"Yes he does. You however are in no shape, physically or mentally, to safely treat anyone."

Tom was about ready to start raising a fuss when he stopped, Tuvok had started to squeeze his arm and began dragging Tom out of the sick bay!

"OK, OK! I'll go, I'll go. You can let me go, I'll go. But you will keep me posted on B'Elanna's condition, right?"

Tuvok assured Tom that the moment there was any change in B'Elanna's state, he would be notified. With one last look at the woman he loved more than time, space and life itself. He shuffled off to his quarters and just laid down on the floor, he was too tired to crawl into bed! He did however, manage to pull the blanket off the bed and wrap himself up in it as he fell into a fitful sleep. He could smell B'Elanna's rich spicy, musky scent from the last time they had made love, and that was the one thing was the only comfort to him left to him that allowed him to sleep!

Seven-of-nine opened her eyes, to find herself staring at the deck plates. She tenderly picked herself up from the floor, only to fall flat on her face as her right shoulder exploded in fiery white hot pain! She bit her lip so hard to keep from screaming, that she could taste blood. A lot more than there should be from just a bit lip! With a groan she turned her head to the right, and saw that her shoulder twisted at and odd angle. She took a long good look at her shoulder then, with cold determination
and perfection, armed with her knowledge on human anatomy gained from the Borg, she snapped her shoulder into place. The last thing she heard before pain ripped though her body, was a loud and obscene crunching sound that echoed though out the astrometrics lab, as her shoulder snapped back into place. Then, she passed out from the pain.

When Seven opened her eyes again the pain in her right shoulder was not nearly as bad as it had been, at least she could prop herself up. She felt a sticky moisture on her lips and nose and, when she went to wipe it away, she
was rewarded with a fresh wave of pain! She gritted her teeth, and gently pushed her nose from one side to the other. From the crunching sound, and the sudden outpouring of blood she knew it was broken. She then tried to get to
her feet, but her left leg was not working correctly. When she looked down at her left leg, she saw bones sticking out of the calf!

Seven found a piece of a strut and, using it as a crude crutch, made her way to the door. Grinding her teeth as the pain threatened to overwhelm her, she focused her mind on putting one foot in front of the other. Methodically she made her way to Sickbay, like the borg drone she once had been!

Janeway was sorting out a bunch of Isolinear chips, the good one from the burnt-out ones, for the computer core when she felt a stabbing pain behind her eyes. It was like someone had viciously jammed a hot needle into her eye sockets, and was scraping her brain with it!

"Damn it! damn it all to hell!" Kathryn thought to herself as she threw down the chips she was looking over, not caring if they cracked when they bounced off the floor from the force of her throw. She started to rub her eyes in a pitiful attempt to stop the pain, and the migraine that was sure to follow.

After taking a deep breath she looked down at the small mountain of chips that needed to be inspected, and Janeway felt a cold sinking feeling, like when a stone was thrown into a semi-frozen pond on a cold winters day. Her
heart sunk into despair.

"This is hopeless." Janeway muttered in a low almost broken voice, as the lack of sleep, coffee and food started to take it's toll.

Ever since the accident, the crew had been working around the clock like frantic ants to keep their ship and themselves from the final destruction that was a hair's breadth away. A destruction followed them like a hunting beast from their worst nightmares.

Janeway just about jumped out her skin when a pair of hands slithered up her bruised back, and came to rest on her shoulders like a sand viper from Relva-6.

"Chakotay!" Kathryn hissed as Chakotay's hands started to rub the spot just behind her ears where the top and lower jaw met, in a slow, gentle circular motion.

"When was the last time you slept?" Chakotay asked, as he put the palms of his calloused hands on the back of her neck. Wrapping his fingers around her throat he began to kneed her pale, tense flesh. The callouses felt like warm fish or snake scales, that caused her to crossed her legs tightly in a vain effort to stifle her awaking arousal. They had laid dormant within the deepest, darkest recesses of her tired and tortured body.

"Who knows." she purred, knowing that this was not the time or the place for this. But it felt so damned good that a small brush war began within her.

"I mean, with more than half the systems on the ship off-line, and fourteen dead crew members-" At the thought of the dead crew members some of her growing arousal started to die off

"- Who has the time to sleep." She said grimly.

Chakotay felt the captain tense up again. He had heard the captain mutter something, so had he turned away from the blasted tactical station to see if she needed any help with the isolinear chips. But when he saw Kathryn, his Kathryn, standing there tired, defeated and hunched over like a woman old before her time, filled with bitterness where no bitterness should be. He had walked over and reached out for her. She needed comforting.

"With fourteen dead, no correct that, her fourteen dead crew members." he thought to himself as his sore and tired hand touched her sore and tired body. She had taken the deaths of thirteen good men and woman, and the suicide of Ensign Lomarot hard! Fourteen people for whom her promise to get them home safely would never be fulfilled, that had twisted in her gut like an assassin's blade.

So, when she jumped at his touch, he knew she was in desperate need of love and comfort. Not the thought of the fourteen deaths that would haunt her day and night, threatening to steal away the small bit of joy, compassion and care that he was offering to her. This woman that he loved with his heart his mind his soul. Every little thing that made him who he was, loved her.

"Not if I can fucking help it!" Chakotay thought harshly to himself, as he pulled Kathryn closer to him, and wrapped his arms around her as he began to lick the back of her ear lobe. That did it!

He grinned to himself as he felt her body shiver, as his tongue traced every delicate crevice of her ear. His warm breath on the side of her face and neck sent goose bumps racing around her body. Her scent flowed from her,
like incense from the brazier of some long forgotten temple, as her arousal exploded like a sun going super-nova.

Kathryn felt the pain in her body, and the agony in her soul melt away. Her womanhood started to flower, as Chakotay slipped a hand into her shirt and under the red silk-lace bra that she was wearing. She smiled as he
stiffened up when he felt the silk, then he began to rub her breast in an up-and-down motion, whilst trapping her nipple between his pointer and middle finger.

"Hhhmm...you taste so good." Chakotay whispered as he sucked on her neck, creating a vacuum seal with his lips after he had wetted them with his spit. Then he started to slide his lips up and down, and put the motion of his hand on her breast in sync with the movement of his head.

Kathryn could no longer deny the man she loved, and she let go of all the responsibility of a captain and let herself be love like a woman! When Chakotay slipped a hand to her thigh she could feel herself getting wet, and she reached with her hand and started to stroke Chakotay's crotch. She enjoyed the feeling of his hard manhood struggling to break free of his uniform, all seven and a half inches of him.

She turned to face him and she was grinding herself on his hand, that had three fingers buried in her as far as they could go.

"Why did we wait for this?" She breathed into his ear as she pulled out his rock-hard penis, and gripped him as tightly as she could, beginning to stroke him slowly.

Chakotay was starting to really relax and unwind as he kissed her hungrily, but when she put the power grip on the most intimate part of him he was shocked! When he saw the desperate look of need on her face, he knew he had done the right thing in coming to her like this. They were about to explore each other's bodies, as they had done so often in their dreams and fantasies when.......

The turbo-lift doors started to open and they hurried to get their uniforms done up properly, as Neelix came out of the turbo-lift with a small cart.

"I thought you would like something to eat." he said to them and he was slightly puzzled by the strange, hard looks that they where giving him.

"Did I interrupt something?" he asked them.


HEAVY METAL 3

Harry Kim was having a hard time keeping his mind focused on the task at hand as he looked upon Seven's ass that was tantalizingly close to him, as he an Seven crawled though the Jeffrey's tube to repair an EPS conduit that lead to the forward sensor array. Harry wondered what it would be like to run his hand over Seven's cute, bouncy behind as he slipped a few fingers into her hot, wet center when he made love to her.

After he had been released from sickbay he had been walked to the mess hall for quick bite to eat before helping out with repairing the ship when he ran into Seven who was looking like she had gotten into a fight with klingon targ and lost.

For a moment they just looked at each other and as much as they wanted to talk about what they had said to one another as the ship was hurtling towards the wormhole but the words would not come to there mouths as there feelings for each other became confused by there fears of opening up to another soul as well as the lingering pain from there healed wounds topped off by a lack of sleep.

For days they had been working like mad along with the rest of the crew to save there ship so they only saw each other for a few fleeting moments that left no time for idle chit-chat.

When Harry got the orders to help Seven repair a busted EPS conduit he vowed to himself that he would do his dammest to talk to the woman of his dreams and clear the air between them once and for all.


When Seven found out that she would be working Harry she felt a slight flutter as the same confusing emotions that she had been dealing with even since the run in with the wormhole that seemed to spring from nowhere when ever she though about Harry.
She thought that being alone with Mr.Kim would make things easer to talk about, however when they started to make there way though the jeffy's tube she found that it was becoming impossible to talk to Harry who was looking like he should be back in sick bay for a few more weeks when they met at the entry to the jeffy's tube.

Seven had decided that she would let Harry start the conversation about there feelings for each other as she lead the way but when there was no world from Harry Seven though that he was still being childish by not saying what he had to say and that was what started putting her in a bad mood that was being made all the worse by the gnawing pain from her leg that had been broken.

"Ensign Kim hand me the laser cutter." Seven called over her shoulder as she tried to remove the panel from the sensor house, but it was fused shut. Harry was trying not to squirm as he started looking for the laser cutter, but he was sore, after all crawling in a Jeffrey 's tube with a hard-on after being in a coma was not the most pleasant thing, and with a curse he managed to find the laser cutter. He reached over Seven's ass and handed her the laser cutter.

"Thank you Ensign." Seven said briskly as she started to cut away the panel.

That voice was that of a goddess, one of ice, but a goddess none the less to Harry. He slowly drew his hand back and, as the scent of Seven's sweaty body wafted into his nostrils, that was the rarest perfume of all to him. after the run-in with the wormhole no-one had the time for a sonic shower, as the crew fought the forces of entropy to save themselves and their ship! Plus, it would have helped if the showers were working in the first place.

Seven suddenly arched her back as she moved to get into a better position to cut away the panel, and Harry found his trembling hand on that pert ass that often fueled his off duty fantasies. Reality warped around him and Harry found himself naked, as he moved his hand from Seven's bare ass. He traced a slow, sensuous path up Seven's back as she pulled him close to her, her musky yet vaguely metallic smell was more intoxicating then a gallon of Romulan ale.

"I've always wanted you to be my first lover." Seven growled throatily as she cupped his balls in her shockingly cold Borg hand. His strong hand glided across her body, marveling at the sensation of the cool metal of her Borg implants, that were seamlessly fused with her milky-white flesh. Skin that made Tholian silk seem like course sandpaper in comparison.

"Seven I have always loved you from the first moment I saw you." Harry whispered huskily, as his lips gently brushed against the base of her collarbone. His painfully hard erection pressed into her slender but firm belly, her firm full breasts crushed into his chest, her hard nipples digging into his equally hard nipples, screaming for release that had been so coldly denied her by the Collective.

"I knew that there was a beautiful woman under all that Borg armor, but I was too scared to reach out to free you from the hell that the Borg had locked you into, after they had stripped you of your humanity." Harry told Seven as he slid two fingers into Seven's sex, which began to become hot like the suns of Tevorya 9. She moaned as Harry's probing finger reached deeply into her wet core.

She took hold of Harry's thick, hard shaft and began to alternately stroke and squeeze him in a slow rhythmic pace.

"I know!" Seven said to Harry as she looked him in the eyes. Gone from her deep blue eyes was the cold lifeless gaze that was normally there, replaced by the look of a young woman who had been excluded from a life that should have been. Harry could see a mixture of fears. Fear of opening up to another person, letting down the shields that had kept her soul in bondage to the living dead known as the Borg. Of love suddenly freed to live and explore itself, and the love that he had to give her that his fear had imprisoned as ruthlessly as any Borg Collective had ever done!

Seven could see in Harry's eyes the same whirlwind of fear, compassion, lust and awakened love warring for his heart, mind and soul, as was ragging within her. She grabbed the back of his head and kissed his soft lips with a hungry fury that would not and could not be restrained any longer, and, when Harry returned her kiss in the same manner that she had given it she started to stroke Harry's hard-on as fast as Harry's fingers where pistoning deep inside her.

Harry could feel his sanity starting to fray as the firestorm within him demanded to be fed, like some ancient beast of legend. He put Seven up against the nearest bulkhead and was about to thrust deeply into her hot wet snatch when she called out to him.

"ENSIGN KIM!" But her voice was all wrong. Gone was the warm humanity that was calling out to him, the desperate need to be one with another being, mind body and soul. It was chillingly cold and surgically precise, like a scalpel that cut deeply into his heart, as if an assassin had stabbed him. Then reality hit him like a shotgun blast!

"Ensign Kim you will remove your hand from my buttocks immediately!" Seven said coldly, but there was a slight tremor in her voice. When she had felt Ensign Kim's hand on her backside, she had almost dropped the laser cutter as the shock of someone touching her there startled her. More disturbing to her was the strange tightness in her chest,like she was being crushed in a vice. The sudden breathlessness, as if her lungs had been exposed to hard vacuum. The flutter in her belly as if a thousand butterfly were trapped in there and the odd warmth in her crotch that seemed to get hotter and hotter with each passing nano-second that Harry's hand remained on her ass. As if some one was slowly pouring molten copper into her.

She tried to tell Ensign Kim to cease and desist, but she found that she could not speak. Her Borg side told her that what she was feeling was irrelevant and that they had work to do, but her lost and now awakened human side was telling her to let things be and to enjoy the feelings. Seven put a hand to one of her breasts for a moment, then without any reason she started to rub her nipple. It suddenly became hard to her exploratory touch, as shivers arched up and down her spine. Then, without warning her mind was flooded with jagged images of her time when she was a part of the Borg Collective, and as suddenly as the strange feelings had come upon her, they where extinguished. Like a bucket of ice water being suddenly dumped on a small flame that was struggling to live and burn brightly!

"This is wrong." Seven said to herself in a grim and slightly pain-filled voice, as she removed her hand from her swollen breast. She then turned to face Ensign Kim, who had a strange and distance look in his slightly glazed eyes, that suddenly vanished like morning mist as the sun touches it. He removed his hand as if had been unknowingly placed into a vat of strong acid.

"What is wrong with you?" Seven coolly asked Harry, who's mind was scattered to the far corners of the universe.

"Am. ah, I ah, don't feel so well." Harry managed to stammer, as his mind started to slowly come back together. Trying to make sense of what he had seen and felt a few brief seconds ago, and failing miserably.

"Do you need medical attention?" Seven asked, as she wondered if Harry was still injured after he had been brought to the Doc on the verge of death. Harry shook his head and told Seven that he was fine, and that they should get back to work.

"Agreed, pass me the ion flux meter." She said to him as they got back to work, and for the next two hours they worked in almost absolute silence, only talking to each other when it was necessary to finish the task at hand.

"Seven to Captain Janeway. You may activate the sensors, they should be working." Seven was starting to hand the tools back to Harry, when she was suddenly overcome by fatigue and accidentally brushed against a live plasma relay. She screamed, as raw power started to try and rip her life from her! Her Borg implants were taking the worst of the beating, as she struggled to break her contact with the plasma relay!

"SEVEN!" Harry screamed as he saw Seven getting barba-q'ed by the plasma relay, and started to reach for her.

"STAY BACK!" Seven managed to gasp as she fought to free herself, but Harry was not having any of that. The look of panic that was on his face, was replaced by a grim and determined look.

"No fucking way! " Harry spat as he grabbed Seven's hand and pulled her away from the plasma relay, the power lanced though him like a spear and they both fell to the deck plates as darkness stole their minds from them!

Seven opened her eyes and saw the smoking form of Harry Kim lying next to her in sick bay. When she tried to speak, all that came out of her mouth was gibberish, she took a few deep breaths.

"Is he alive?" She managed to choke out. The holo doc turned towards her, his face a grim scowl that sent waves of panic through Seven's mind. As she sat up, she fought off the nausea that was twisting her guts. When she had come into sickbay, after the ship had been mauled by the wormhole, she had seen Harry all fucked-up. For the first time ever, since she had severed from the Borg she felt the birth of fear and worry! Now those feelings were back, a thousand times more powerful then before.

"He's in bad shape. The plasma shock really tore him up, and as weak as he was after I saved his life, I'm surprised that he is still living. But, we're doing everything we can to save him." The Doc told Seven, who was on the verge of tears.

"What happened Seven?" Captain Janeway asked her, as Seven walked over to the charred body of Harry Kim.
She told the captain what had occurred.

"My borg implants would have protected me, Certainly long enough to get myself away from the plasma relay, I told him to stay back." Seven rasped, as the pain in her soul at the sight of Harry started to work her over. The confusing feelings of what had happened in the tube, before Harry tried to save her, started to twist in her mind like a knife.

Janeway told her that she was relieved of duty until she felt that she was ready to get back to work.

"Thank you Captain. I'd like to stay until Ensign Kim regains consciousness." Seven said as she took a burnt hand of Harry's into her own slightly singed hand, and the Captain told her that she could stay. Hours later the Doc told her that Harry was going to pull through just fine. He'd be laid up for a few days, but he would be back to his old self in no time. Seven sat down and began to cry and, for the life of her, she did not know why!


HEAVY METAL 4


Tom looked down at Harry, and the pain in his soul magnified a hundredfold. Not only was his best friend, who had nearly died a day and a half ago, back in Sickbay with life threatening plasma burns. But the woman that he loved, the one who had brought his wayward eyes to heel, was laying next to Harry, her life ready to end with each labored heaving of her shattered chest. That any one of those breathes could be her last weighed heavily on his taunt nerves, already stretched like an elastic band close to it's breaking point. He had no idea how much more pressure they could take before finally snapping, and casting his soul into an unending hell of despair and regret that he could never escape from.

"Mister Paris....Tom, you must get some rest." The Doctor said as he stood beside Tom, understanding the hell that the young man was going through.

"I know Doc, but you don't realize what this is like for me." Tom said as he looked back down at B'Elanna, his soul was frozen with dread. The Doc became annoyed with Tom, and decided to put him in his place.

"Listen to me you son of a bitch!-" The Doc decided that the best way to get his point over to Tom was to play it mean, and besides the Doc wanted to vent some spleen.

"- I do know what you are going through, remember when we had the Vidian Doctor aboard?"

Tom gingerly nodded his head. When the Doc had called him out he had whipped his head around so fast, that from the loud snapping sound, both he and the Doc thought he had given himself whiplash.

"I loved her, and when she died apart of me died with her that day!" The Doc spat, Tom could however hear the slight crack in the Doc's voice.

"Then I fell in love with Ensign Tramparz. When she got half her head shot off, as the away mission on Borlack went sour, she died in my arms and her last words were that she had loved me, that she regretted she had never told me. Then she was gone, before I could tell her that I loved her to!"

Tom saw that the Doc was on the verge of crying, and he was stunned. He had always thought that whatever feelings the Doc had were but a simulation, yet what he saw in the Doc's eyes; the pain of losing someone that was a mirror image of your own soul, and still different enough that you had find out more about this person.

Could it be the regret of the words you wanted to say...no needed to say, but had forever locked away in your scared soul, unsaid and gnawing away at your heart and mind day by day threatening to drive you mad with grief and rage. Or was it the pain of a life that was to be shared with the one you loved, but was cruelly murdered by a cold and unforgiving universe before it had a chance to be born? Tom knew not.

The Doc saw that he was reaching Tom, he was torn between push it for all it was worth and the fear of opening up to Tom with his pain. But for some strange reason, something was compelling him to go on with his tale of woe. Tom could see the struggle within the Doc and asked the Doc if he was alright.

The Doc took a deep, ragged breath.

"Yes I'm alright, but the worst one was when they found what was left of LT.Thorton." The doc replied.

Tom felt like someone had sucker punched him.

"Drake Thorton?! You and him had something going?" Tom asked incredulously, as the Doc got a far away, dreamy look on his face.

"Yes. He and I, the things we did-" The look on the Doc's face suddenly and savagely changed, to a look of horror and revulsion. It was much like finishing a fine meal while talking to a loved one, then looking down at the last bit of meat you had just taken a bite out of and seeing that it was rancid and infested with squirming maggots.

Drake had been working on the pattern buffers in transporter room six, when the ship hit the worm hole.
Because the safety interlocks had been found to be ruined, Drake was removing them for replacement when the ship hit the Wormhole. A freak power surge hit the transporter controls as the ship was being torn apart, the transporter activated and Drake Thorton entered sixty seconds of unimaginable hell before the transporter blew out.

It was hours later before what was left of Thorton was found by Ensign Nuranic. The young Ensign puked out his guts, before he was able to get the thing that had been Thorton to Sickbay.

The Doc looked down at the heaving, mewling bag of mutilated flesh, twisted bones and ruptured organs that had been his lover. The Doc knew what had to be done. Loading a hypo-spray with a painkiller, he slowly reached out to Drake. The fire-fight between his oath to preserve life, the one to end unnecessary suffering and his need to comfort the man he loved raged inside him like a galactic apocalypse.

The Doc pressed the hypo-spray to a ravaged artery, that had been twisted around Drake's wetly glistening, exposed brain. At the touch of the hypo-spray Drake's one good eye, that was right above the spot where his lover was pumping him full of painkiller, snapped open and locked onto the Doc's tear filled eyes. There was a moment of clarity in which the Doc could almost hear him think the words "Thank you my beloved, my love and caring for you will never end." Then Drake was gone, in the one final act of love that the Doc had rendered on to him.

The Doc had let the spent hypo-spray fall from his fingers, it took and eternity to reach the floor, as time stood still long enough for the sound of ultimate suffering which ripped from the Doc's throat. Yet it had been as if it were a silent scream, that only the Doc heard in the sea of screams, curses and terrified cries from the dying. As they realized that it was the end for them, laying littered around the Sickbay like the discarded toys of an angry child. The Doc's scream blended with the chaos of the dying Voyager and it's crew.

The hypo-spray had bounced a few times when it finally hit the floor. Then the Doc had crushed it underfoot, much like the Doc's own soul was crushed by Drake's death at his loving, trembling hands. Carefully he had lent down and gently kissed Drake goodbye.

Tom reached out to the Doctor and hugged him fiercely.
"I am responsible for everyone that has died in this Sickbay, on this voyage of the Damned." The Doc cried, as he returned Tom's embrace.

"SSSHHHH. Doc, you did everything you could for them, and more." Tom told the Doc, as he looked into his watery eyes. They held an ocean of tears for the ones who he had called friends and lovers, who would never see the blue orb know as Earth, that bright blue jewel they called home. Tom watched the storm of emotions that were playing on the Doc's face, then started to brush away the tears in the Doc's eyes as he fought down his own tears.

The Doc suddenly took Tom's head in his shaking hands, and kissed Tom. Tom the stuck up, arrogant fly boy that he had come to despise but who now comforted him in his darkest hour. As death sought to steal away his mind and hopes, he kissed Tom.

It felt so wrong and yet it felt so right, Tom was shocked when he felt the Doc's quivering lips on his. Then he opened his mouth and started returning the Doc's frenzied, pain-filled kiss. He slipped his tongue into the Doc's mouth, who greedily devoured it as a confusing torment of love, lust, fear, pain and every other human emotion ripped into and through every sub-atomic particle of their being.

Tom started to suck on the Doc's tongue, as the Doc's strong hands ran though Tom's blonde locks and he could feel the doc's hardness growing against his leg. Tom felt himself hardening, as the Doc started to wetly crush his lips onto Toms own, and drive his tongue deeper into Tom's ravenous mouth.

They stood there, lost in each others warmth, where time stood as still as the air on a hot windless day. Then, slowly, they released each other.

"Thank you Tom, I needed that." The doc said as some of the pain, loss and horror was washed away.

"I still love B'Elanna, and nothing will change that." Tom told him, "But my love and care for you will never end." Those words brought back the memory of Drake, the words however lost much of their stinging sorrow. A sorrow that had kept the Doc cold and distant from the rest of the crew. Tom then rubbed the Doc's bald spot in a loving manner and the Doc kissed Tom one last time

"I understand that, and hope that she pulls through this." The Doc replied and when Tom looked him in the eyes, there were no pangs of regret or jealousy. Then, without another word, they resumed their deathwatch over the unfortunate souls in Sickbay.


Captain Kathryn Janeway strode onto the bridge, noting that everyone was there, and apparently in good health.

"OK Tom, let's get this show on the road." Kathryn said as she sat down in her chair, Chakotay placing a reassuring hand on hers.

"Ensign Kim, it's good to have you back." Janeway said to Harry with a heart felt smile, as Harry took his post.

"It's good to be back Captain." Harry said wearily, as the unhealed plasma burn that covered the whole left side of his boyish yet old face, began to throb.

"Tuvok, let's see what's out there" the Captain said as she fought off the urge to sleep. She had not slept for three days, but once the ship was underway she was going to let Chakotay mind the store while she slept for a year or two.

"Activating forward sensors now." Tuvok curtly replied, as his fingers danced over the hastily repaired tactical panel.

The cracked view screen was filled with gray.

"What the hell is that?" Janeway asked Tuvok. Her tired and jangled nerves, were suddenly set on edge by what she was seeing

"It appears to be a ship of some kind." Tuvok said briskly as he tried to bring Voyagers weapons online.

"RED ALERT! Get the shields online now!" Kathryn shouted as the usual red alert siren was replaced, with a song from a 20th century children's show at maximum volume.

'I LOVE YOU-'

"Shields at 39%, phasers are offline. Quantum torpedoes are online" Tuvok calmly announced, as he sought to get a lock on the alien ship.

'YOU LOVE ME-'

"Open a channel to the ship" Janeway barked, her voice battling for dominance over the cloying, sickeningly sweet voice that was singing the insipid child's song.

'WE ARE ONE BIG HAP-' A phaser blast suddenly, savagely, and most definitely satisfyingly, silenced the demonic voice that had threatened to induce cerebral hemorrhaging in them all.

Everyone on the bridge turned, to see Tuvok holding a phaser.

"It was the most logical thing to do, under the circumstances." Tuvok said flatly, his left eyebrow raised. Yet there was something in his cold piercing eyes, that seemed to give the lie to his statement. However, everyone was thankful for Tuvok's quick thinking.

"Channel is open." Harry said as he tried to stop the ringing in his ears.

"This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the USS Voyager, please respond."

There was no answer.

"The magnification is out of alignment, compensating." Harry said as he started working on his console, and in a few seconds the gray on the view screen was replaced by an image of a strange ship.

"What do you make of that?" Janeway asked Chakotay who had a troubled look on his face, something about that ship was making him uneasy.

"If this sensor reading is accurate, the ship is 1/4 the height and only 1/2 the length of the Delta Flyer." Tuvok said, as a wave of dread started to slowly chip away at his normal calm.

"The sensors are malfunctioning, and any readings could be false." He quickly added.

Janeway took a closer look at the ship. It was spherical at it's center, with three dagger-like wings at equilateral points around the ship's spherical body. Something about it seemed threatening, and she was having a hard time fighting down the urge to have Tuvok blast the ship into atoms.

"Life signs?" she asked Tuvok, who double checked his readings.

"One life sign, and it appears to be weakening." Tuvok told her.

Janeway told Harry to get Neelix and Seven and bring them up to the bridge, fast. Harry was about to object, ever since the incident in the tube, he and Seven did everything they could to keep as far away as possible from each other. But he knew that this was not the time to let his personal feelings get the best of him, so he set to the task with a grim look on his scarred face as he left the bridge.

"I want options, and I want them fast." Kathryn said as she sat down, wishing for a big steaming hot cup of coffee to calm her ragged nerves.

"We should leave it alone and be on our way." Tom suggested. Janeway looked a bit taken back by Tom's suggestion

"That is particularly heartless Mister Paris."

Tom looked at her and, in a no bullshit tone of voice, he told her that they had more then enough problems to deal with.

"Captain, I am forced to agree with Mister Paris on this matter." Tuvok said and added "This unknown ship, it and it's occupant, pose a grave risk to us in our weakened state."

The turbolift doors opened and Seven, Neelix and Harry, who looked like he wanted to become part of the nearest bulkhead, came on to the bridge. Harry returned to his post.

"Can either of you tell us anything about that ship?" Janeway asked Seven and Neelix, her voice beginning to crack from the stress and strain she was under. Neelix looked at the ship on the view screen, floating there looking like a wounded predatory bird waiting to pounce on them.

"No Captain. I have never seen, or heard, of a ship like this one. And, if I may say so, it's not very friendly looking." Neelix said as a chill raced up his spine.

"I concur, the Borg have not encountered any species that use this type of vessel." Seven told Janeway, her voice much colder then usual.

Janeway took a deep breath.

"Mister Tuvok, what is the status of the transporter systems?" she asked, the mother of all migraines starting to set in.

"The transporters are offline, and if they were working it would be inadvisable to use them as the sensors are malfunctioning."

Kathryn took one last look at the menacing ship.

"I want that ship tractored into cargo bay two, and I do not want to hear any complaints about it." She snarled at them, then she got up from her seat and started to make her way to her ready room.

"Chakotay you have the bridge, when the alien ship is aboard come and get me. Until then I do not wanted to be disturbed." she called out over her slumped shoulders, as the door to her ready room hissed shut.

Janeway sunk into her chair.

"I hope I'm doing the right thing." was her last thought, as she fell into a nightmarish sleep.

Hours later Janeway awoke with a start. She opened her eyes to see Chakotay standing in front of her, holding a steaming black mug.

"Good morning." he said to her as he handed her the mug. She brought the drink to her nose and was rewarded with the rich, full-bodied aroma of strong coffee.

"Thank you so much." Kathryn said to Chakotay between the gulps of coffee, enjoying the way the hot coffee trickled down her parched throat. Chakotay smiled. The look of delight on the Captain's face warmed his soul, the knowledge that he was the one to bring that simple joy to the woman that he loved.

"When did you get the replicators online?" she asked as she finished her drink, feeling like a million bars of gold-pressed latinum as the coffee started to energized her mind and body.

"Two days ago." Chakotay told her with that charming smile, that had stolen her lonely heart years ago.

"TWO DAYS!" Janeway gasped in shock, nearly dropping the empty mug.

Chakotay nodded his head.

"You were so burnt out. After we got the alien ship into cargo bay two, I came to get you but you were out like a light. You've been pushing yourself so hard, I didn't have the heart to wake you. Besides, you obviously needed the rest."

Janeway was about to chew out Chakotay for disobeying her orders; but he was right, she did need the sleep and there were more urgent matters to attend to at the moment. Still, she would have a talk with him later about this matter.

"So, what's the status of the alien ship and it's pilot?" she asked Chakotay, not liking the stormy look that suddenly came to his face, sweeping away the charming look that had been there scant seconds ago.

"B'Elanna and some of her engineering crew are looking over the ship, but they cannot make heads or tails of what they've found."

Janeway got an uneasy feeling about what Chakotay was about to say next, as thin layer of sweat formed on his brow.

"The Doc wants to see you in Sickbay A.S.A.P." he told her, and the uneasy feeling started spreading throughout her mind and body like wildfire.

"You had better see this for yourself." Chakotay said to her as he began to fidget. With a sense of impending doom, that hung over their head's like an executioner's axe poised ready to strike, they made their way to the turbolift.

When Janeway and Chakotay stepped into the Sickbay Kathryn started to shiver, as the air suddenly grew cold around her. It seemed as cold as the grave when they crossed the threshold of the Sickbay door.

The Doc was a buzz of frenzied activity, as he worked on the dark form that was laying on the bio-bed

"Give me 50cc of casonite, STAT!" the Doc was sweating, as the grim race to save the being before him started to pick up. The last two days had been a hard fought battle to save this alien's life, and the strain was starting to take it's toll.

Janeway started to walk towards the bio-bed, but was stopped by a force-field that crackled when she came into contact with it. What she saw inside made her gasp.

On the bio-bed was a black-suited figure that was a hair under six feet tall. It's head was shaped like a black metal skull, with a ridge that ran from the middle center over the top to the middle back of it's rounded base. There were two strange, white circles on either side of the ridge, with a black star-like shape in the middle of the circles.

The eyes of the skull were made of some kind of tinted plastic or glass, Janeway could not tell which. She felt like those eyes were burning their way into the very core of her soul, seeing every secret, every lust, pain or joy. Her innermost thoughts were laid bare to those cold dead eyes, shaped like the empty eye sockets of a dead man's skull.

The mouth was shaped like a leering frown, which went to the edges of the skull-like head. Within that hellish frown were gray tooth like bars that looked ready to savagely rip out her throat, and drink deeply of her stolen life's blood.

Kathryn nearly dropped a log when Chakotay's hand touched her shoulder.

"Fucking ugly son of a bitch, isn't it?" he spat as he looked at the being on the bio-bed, feeling like it was sizing him up for a coffin.

Janeway wanted to look away from whatever it was that was laying on the bio-bed. But something was forcing her to keep looking, and in a more disturbing and primal way she found herself becoming aroused.

Beneath the mouth of the skull was a slightly egg-shaped black metal grate, where the chin would be. On either side of the egg was a rounded protrusion, that ran along where the lower jaw bone would be found on a human skull. These went round and up to the point analogous to the upper jaw bone and Janeway saw that the upper left half of the helmet was badly scorched and partially melted.

Running from the front of each of the protrusions was a thick hose, which led to an armored box on the chest plate. The box had two gray switches with two red dots that were set in it's upper left corner. There was a white switch that was set between the two gray ones ,and across from the switches were four squares.

"What the hell is that thing?" Kathryn snapped, as she managed to tear her gaze away from the dark being. Her face was flushed, and she found that she was becoming very wet as heat raced from her sex throughout her body.

The doc muttered something that vaguely sounded like "The hell if I know." Janeway and Chakotay stood there watching, as the Doc worked to save this disturbing and menacing being's life.

An hour later the Doc stopped working and turned to face the Captain, he had a tired yet victorious look on his haggard face.

"Well Doc, what's the news on our guest?" Kathryn asked the Doc, who sat down and took a deep relaxing breath

"Well, the alien's life signs seem to have stabilized, so it's safe to say the immediate danger has passed."

"Good work Doctor. So what are we dealing with?" Janeway asked as some of the tension drained from her nerves.

The Doc shook his head.

"I wish I knew, there is something in the pilot's armor that is blocking our sensors. It was pretty well hit or miss for the most part" The Doc told her as he walked through the force-field that surrounded the bio-bed.

"It is, however, safe to say that this being is an oxygen breather. With your permission Captain, I'd like to remove the armor so I can make a more detailed analysis of this alien."

Janeway looked at the Doc for a moment, then she had Chakotay summon Tuvok and a heavily armed security team. When they showed up, Tuvok had his men set up in a semi-circle around the bio-bed, phaser rifles at full power and pointed at the dark being. Their fingers were tight on the triggers, ready to exert the final ounce of pressure that would bathe the bio-bed in a hail of full-power phaser fire, should the need arise.

There was a moment of dead silence, as everyone fought down the fear that had been building in Sickbay, as the Doc prepared to open up what could be a pandora's box of unknown horrors. With a grimace on her haggard face the Captain gave the Doc a curt nod, to start removing the armor from the being.

As the Doc's hands slowly inched towards the skull-like helmet, a cold wave of fear washed over them. This caused each of them to say a silent prayer to whatever gods they believed in, that they would live to see the next hour.

The Doc reached around the base of the helmet, which was cool to the touch, and found a clasp. The doc paused to take one last breath, maybe his last before he unlatched it.

There was an obscenely loud hiss, and Ensign Fetton nearly cut lose with her phaser rifle until it's energy cell ran dry.

"Calm yourself Ensign." Tuvok said, his calm, cool calculating voice cutting though the miasma of fear. Bolstering her failing resolve, and helping to keep her head on straight.

The stench of stale air, sweat and human waste made the Doctor take a few hasty steps back, before the bio-filters got rid of the noxious cloud of decay.

"Are you alright Doctor?" Janeway called out, and the Doc held up a hand before he reached out to remove the death's head helmet.

"Oh Fuck" The Doctor whispered, backing away as fast as he could. There was a look of unreasoning fear on his pale, bloodless face. To the credit of the security team, they managed to restrain themselves from firing on the prostrate form of their most feared enemy.

"RED ALERT! All hands to Battle Stations!" Janeway yelled into her combadge, as she got a long and unwanted look at the chared face of a Borg!

Voyager became an insane asylum of panicked beings, as they prepared themselves to face oblivion at the hands of an enemy that they had no hopes of surviving against in their weakened state. An enemy that would not stop until they had erased Voyager, and it's crew, from all of creation. The crews only other fate was that of being made into obscene parodies of living creatures that were the epitome of anti-life itself.

Everyone that could use a phaser was issued one, and the crew of Voyager dug in and waited for the bitter bloody end. Their hopes crushed into dust for the last time.




Heavy Metal 5

Seven of Nine made her way though the frantic crew, as she struggled to keep her rising apprehension in check. The phaser rifle in her sweaty hands helped in that respect, much like an old blanket that a small child turned to for security after being frightened by a bad dream.

She vowed that when the time came, she would end her own life, rather than be assimilated by the Borg who had stolen so much of her life already. When Seven walked into sickbay she saw the Captain, Chakotay and the Doctor standing around a bio-bed, talking fast and furiously, along with Tuvok and the ten heavily armed security guards standing there. All as tense and anxious as a firing squad waiting for the order to pull the trigger.

"You wanted to see me Captain?" she asked Janeway, who motioned her to come closer. From the look of fear in the captain's eyes, like that of a small animal that was cornered by a large predator, Seven hesitated for a second before she found the strength deep within herself to take the dread steps forward.

"Seven what can you tell use about this Borg drone? It is unlike any drone we seen before." Janeway said to her as she moved out of the way, so that Seven could get a better look at the drone.

Seven whipped up her phaser rifle in a blinding burst of speed, but there was something about the drone that kept her from frying it.

The "Borg" was five foot six inches tall, it's unburned skin was a pale white, almost bloodless instead of the sickening gray of assimilated Borg flesh.

Seven felt cold fear as she leant over the bio-bed to get a better look at the Borg. It's left eye was replaced with a dull red crystal, that was set in a smokey gray metal plate which covered the entire left side of the cyborg's head, down to the lower jaw bone and stopping just before the scarred left ear.

Janeway and Chakotay saw the look of confusion on Seven's normally stone cold face and their fear lessened, but their underlying agitation was still going strong.

"Doctor lower the isolation field around this cyborg. I wish to make a closer inspection." Seven said coldly, there was something that was drawing her to this imposing cyborg, despite the growing icy-cold flood of unreasoning tension that was racing through her statuesque body like spring meltwater.

As she look on the cyborg she felt truly alive, her sight became sharper and she could see the minuscule differences between the white of the scars that surrounded the metal plate on the cyborg's face, and the normal skin tone of the flesh that was around them.

Seven could hear the pilot's weak but steady breathing. It sounded like tired, pleasantly exhausted respiration, after a night of unrestrained lovemaking, that caused her own breathing to subtly quicken.

She could smell the cocktail of sweat and human waste, and discern the differences between them, as they seemed to almost flawlessly mix with the cold and antiseptically sterile air of sickbay.

Seven's hands were sweaty, as her fingertips started to tingle with excited anticipation of gliding over the cyborg's cold faceplate. The change in textures as she made contact with smooth cool flesh interspersed with rough,calloused scar tissue, caused her hands to tremble. Seven took a deep and slightly labored breath to steady them.

So intense was the super-charging of her senses...no that's not right, this was an awakening of something that affected every fibre of her being. It was so intense, it threatened to send her into a universe-rending orgasm of sensory overload, that she failed to notice the isolation field had been lowered around the being who had caused this change within her, and all these had happened in less time than it took for her to think it.

Everyone in sickbay started to panic when they saw Seven come to a halt. Looking like she had been suddenly struck dead, as her cold blue eyes glazed over, or she had been turned to stone as her normally mechanically graceful but fluid movement faltered, before she stiffened for a few breathless seconds.

"Seven, are you all right?" The Doc called out to Seven, who snapped out of her trance.

"I'm fine, help me remove the pilot's armor." she said to the Doc in a voice so cold, that it made space seem warm, yet the almost too subtle wavering that it contained cast doubt on the validly of her statement.

They then began to remove the pilot's armor.

The pilot was five foot six inches tall , his right hand, arm and shoulder had been replaced with what looked to be heavily armored bionics that far more intimating then any normal Borg prosthesis.

"This is absolutely incredible!" The Doc said as he started to go totally manic over the readings he was getting.

Janeway took the Doctor's exuberance as a good sign

"Is this a Borg or not?" she asked the Doc, who told her that he would need at least two or three days to make heads or tails of the reading he was getting. That did not sit well with her.

While Janeway and the Doctor were talking, Seven was just staring at the pilot, moving closer to him as she drank in the sight of his short but stocky body. It was covered in scars, burns and bruises that crisscrossed his muscular form, some of them were fresh and others looked like old wounds, that had not heal properly.

Seven wrinkled her pug-nose, as she got closer to the pilot who had intrigued her. Apparently the cyborg had soiled himself, as he lost control over his bodily functions with the on set of advanced oxygen deprivation.

"Ensign replicate me a forty ounce bowl of water at 87.9 degrees, and six cloths measuring twelve inches by ten inches." Seven said as she picked up a laser scalpel and began to cut away the gray, waste sodden boxers that the pilot had been wearing.

When Seven had finished removing the boxers, she saw the pilot's legs had been replaced at the hip sockets with armored bionic legs.

Chakotay, Tuvok and the security team watched, as Seven began to clean the pilot's genitals. Janeway and the Doc were talking, well the Doc was talking and the Captain was trying to understand what the Doctor was yammering about.

As Seven took the pilot's limp penis in her hand, and she started to wipe away the waste from it, as well as the pilot's testicles, she wondered what his fully erect member would feel like in her vaginal cavity as they copulated.

"Ah Captain, you had better have a look at this." Chakotay called to the captain in a low voice. Janeway and the Doctor turned, and did a double take as they saw Seven holding the pilot by his most a intimate body part.

There was a strange smirk on Seven's face that they had never seen before, as well as the fires of raw burning lust in her eyes.

As they stood there watching Seven, each of them was lost in there own lustful thoughts, even Tuvok who was feeling the first twinges of Pon Farr, they did not notice that Harry Kim had walked into sickbay.

Harry was in a foul mood, the rapidly healing plasma burn was just killing him, he had finished getting the aft sensor relays back on-line, and that had take a good six hours of non stop work. He was tired, he was hungry and he knew that he did not have a hope in hell of getting any sleep without some mondo painkillers. So he was going to stop off at sickbay, and have the Doc load him up before grabbing some chow, and then crawling into bed. To make matters worse he could not get Seven out of

[Peregrin Toker]

Hmm... a SW/ST crossover as only Lt. Hit-Man could write it.

Technically very well-written, yet simultaneously bizarre, disgusting, titillating and just plain disturbing.

[LT.Hit-Man]

Hmm... a SW/ST crossover as only Lt. Hit-Man could write it.

Technically very well-written, yet simultaneously bizarre, disgusting, titillating and just plain disturbing.

Why thank you I'm glad you enjoyed it, wait untill chap 9 is done