![]() "Tactical Psionics, report!" ordered Captain Kathryn Janeway. She had the short stature of a veteran spacer, and her voice cracked with the authority of one used to command. Fingers tipped with clear-polished nails gripped a handhold, and with a practiced movement a slender figure sprung onto the deck: a handsome woman in her late-thirties, the austerity of her space-black uniform failing to conceal the feminine curvature underneath. A scuttle-hatch in the deckplates had swung upward to reveal a bouffant of Titian hair surmounting grayish-blue eyes that scanned the Bridge the moment they came level with the tween-deck. ![]() "Captain on the Bridge!" someone announced. As each compartment was manned its collision-hatches were sealed, isolating them in case of a catastrophic hull breach. Those already on duty strapped on safety webbing or anchored themselves on the handgrips recessed into every surface-an essential feature on a space-vessel which could change in an instant from constant acceleration to the weightlessness of free-fall. Men and women tumbled from capsules where they had been resting after months of combat and raced for their assigned station. "ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS! OBJECT ON INTERCEPT COURSE! SET MATERIAL CONDITION ZEBRA THROUGHOUT THE SHIP!" "GENERAL QUARTERS! GENERAL QUARTERS!" blared the bullhorns on every deck of Voyager. ![]() Tech Lieutenant TuV'k-whose dark skin and sharply-pointed ears presented a satanic visage to those unfamiliar with the serenity and mental discipline of a Martian Adept-wore the copper skullcap of an eloptic field amplifier on his shaven head, wired into the Hieronymus Machine that projected his extrasensory perception across the immensity of Outer Space. But it was the man lying on an acceleration couch with his eyes closed to the distracting sight of those screens who first detected the danger. An alteration in the oxygen-helium mix of the synthetic atmosphere, a shift in balance off the rocket's axis of thrust, a flux in the electromagnetic fields of the Cochrane Drive: all could spell disaster if not reacted to decisively.Īround them was a horseshoe-shaped array of scopes and telescreens, where commtechs scanned the electromagnetic spectrum and radarmen kept an omni-directional watch for any rocketship or meteorite. To his left sat Hyun Kim, a callow ensign from the megacities of Pan-Asia whose almond-shaped eyes took swift readings from the electroptical board that monitored everything from life-support systems to hull integrity. His steady hands gripped the control and thrust levers his earphones were attuned to the maneuvers relayed from Astrogation. At the helm was Tom Paris, a dashingly handsome Space Lieutenant with a bold shock of sandy-blonde hair. A vessel built for peace but ready for war, now halfway from one to the other.īuried deep within the rocketship was the control-room known (for reasons lost in the vanished past of the pre-Atomic era) as the Bridge. A thousand feet of gleaming hull and glowering rocket-tubes, sleek gun blisters and swept-back wings, spinning radar dishes and slender antennae. Through the trackless void between Jupiter and Mars hurtled the cigar-shaped vessel that was UNRS Voyager. Now they were stranded on the far side of the galaxy, and must work together to survive! My thanks to Dark Tidings for the beta work.Ī thrilling Tale of Transgalactic Adventure by K. Send feedback to Archiving is welcome, but please try and contact me first. This story is written for entertainment purposes only, and no financial profit will be received for this work. Sandman" by Pat Ballard, "Divine Comedy" by Dante Alighieri, "Desiderata" by Max Ehrmann, and the Jataka Tales. Excerpts are quoted from "Lost in the Stars" by Kurt Weill, "Mr. Summary: First serialized in the 1954 September to November editions of "Incredible Tales of Scientific Wonder", here is the classic space opera that inspired the 1990's UPN television series.ĭisclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction using characters from Star Trek: Voyager which is the property of.well I can't be bothered rewriting this disclaimer every time they split or merge, so just look it up.
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