Disclaimer: The following story is total fiction. I created it based on the characters of Startrek Voyager. All of the characters, names, information . . . etc. is property of Paramount Pictures and the Estate of Gene Rodenberry. I simply wrote this for the sheer hell of it. Enjoy.

Oh yeah, you must be at least 18 years old to read this. By continuing on you are signifying that you are . . . I am not responsible for the consequences. This story contains material that may be objectionable to certain right-wing Christian fundamentalists and other ignorant people. If you are in any way hostile or intolerant of homosexuality . . . go play in traffic . . . and don't read any further. If this material is illegal in your home state . . . move . . . please . . . This story contains material that is sometimes graphic concerning lesbian sexuality and violence . . . although not in the same instance.

All this being said . . . I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is my first attempt at fan-fiction . . . ENJOY!!!!!

By Shari Weiss
shari@lightlink.com

Katherine Janeway, Captain of the USS Voyager, looked up from the book she had been reading. It was a collection of Leonardo DaVinci's drawings and diary entries. She found herself endlessly fascinated by the late artist's decidedly precocious ideas. How close he had been to predicting the future he would never know.

The door chime sounded again. "Enter" said Janeway, as she regretfully placed the book on a Deluvian coffee table she had picked up during the crew's last mission.

Kess, her blond hair flowing down her shoulders walked into Janeway's quarters. She took a quick look around, mentally noting how organized Katherine always seemed.

"Captain. I need to talk to you. I have been working with Tuvok on trying to extend my hyper kinetic abilities, and we have come to a crucial point in my training."

Janeway looked at Kess and smiled. Kess was always working on improving both her discipline and her abilities. She was fascinated with the young woman, who because of her species would only live seven standard years. Janeway sometimes found herself thinking about how short a time she would really have with Kess. It was not a pleasant thought, and she quickly put it out of her mind.

"Sit down Kess," she gestured to the cushion next to her on the couch, "Tell me what's going on."

Kess sat down next to Janeway, and looked directly into her eyes. Kess had always found herself slightly attracted to Janeway, but she kept those feeling to herself. Janeway was a very private person, and Kess got the feeling that if she had wanted to evolve their relationship to a more intimate level, she would have done so already.

"Captain," she began.

"Kess, we're in private quarters here, and we're not on

duty. Please . . . call me Katherine"

"Katherine . . . "she hesitated, then," I have begun to feel a difference in some of my psycho-kinetic abilities. It seems as though I am growing . . . stronger . . . more aware of my surroundings. The other day in medical, the Doctor asked me to hand him a hypo-spray and I did so. But I never lifted a finger."

Janeway raised an eyebrow at this last remark. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean I gave it to him, but I did it with my mind not my body. It was a truly remarkable experience." Kess said thoughtfully.

"I'd concur" remarked Janeway, feeling a little concerned over Kess's daydream like state.

"I mentioned this to Lt. Tuvok and he suggested we try a Vulcan meditation technique" Kess continued. "He said this would help discipline my mind for some of the changes occurring in me. But before we went ahead with these exercises, he wanted me to request your permission to do them."

Janeway sat back and considered what Kess had just told her. "I must admit Kess. I am concerned about this latest development. Are there any risks involved with these 'exercises'? I don't just mean to the ship or crew. I mean is there any risk to you personally?"

"Honestly Cap . . . Katherine, I am not really sure. I don't think there is anything to be concerned about. But this is an area that neither myself nor Tuvok is familiar with. I do however think that if there was any danger, I would be able to detect it."

Katherine considered the situation a bit further. This was really an area that she knew very little about. No, one, not even Tuvok knew much about Kess's race, and how they developed. She was very concerned of the risks that this little "experiment" might pose, but then she was also concerned about the risks of not investigating the extent of Kess's abilities.

"Very well, I give you permission to move ahead with your training, provided that Lt. Tuvok monitors you at every moment. I want a full report on any and all developments."

Kess looked gratefully at the Captain as she stood up to leave. "Thank you Ca . . . Katherine. This means so much to me." She started toward the doorway.

"Kess," said Janeway.

Kess turned to look back. "Yes Katherine?"

Janeway smiled affectionately at her. "Be careful."

"I will." Said Kess as she smiled back. "Goodnight

Katherine, and thank you again."

"Good Night Kess." Replied Janeway, as she watched the young woman leave. "Please do be careful" she thought to herself. Sometimes she found herself in positions that caused her a great deal of discomfort and worry. This was one of those positions. But Janeway reassured herself that she had indeed made the right decision. Kess was at a critical point in her development, and she needed to take some risks. Janeway only hoped that progress would not be at the expense of her crew or Kess herself.

Janeway got ready for bed and had the computer lower the lights in her quarters. Lying in that bed all alone made her ache for companionship. It had been so long since she felt the touch of another person. The caress of a lover and the warmth of pleasuring another. She was very careful about not forming intimate partnerships with her crew. That would make for an impossible situation. She could not imagine giving a lover the order to board a hostile vessel or planet. Putting herself at risk was no problem. Putting her crew at risk was an all too agonizing but necessary experience. But to put a lover, someone that she had more that just a close friendship with at risk was a situation she prayed would never happen again. Only once, five standard years ago, had she been put in that position. Her lover, a woman who was originally from Mars Colony, was commander of her security force on the last vessel she commanded. Barrana was her name. She was a tall and beautiful woman with dark hair and eyes, and a commanding presence. The mission was a dangerous one, and Janeway had been forced to include Barrana in it because of her expertise. The mission was successful, but Barrana had been killed by an explosion of a cloaked bomb that the initial sweeper teams had missed. Everyone knew the risks, especially Barrana, but she insisted on going. And Janeway had been forced to sign the orders. Those orders had turned out to be Barana's death warrant.

To this day, Janeway still blamed herself, and swore never again to put herself in such a position again. And for the last five years that is exactly what she has done. There have been occasional flings with other women, but they developed into nothing more. And for the last two years aboard Voyager, she has been essentially celibate.

Sometimes the loneliness was unbearable. And Janeway would find herself wistfully considering a liaison with some of her crews more attractive prospects. And these prospects made no hesitation in letting her know that they would be more than willing to share her bed. But then Janeway would come to her sensed and resolve herself to being alone. With unshed tears of frustration and loneliness, and perhaps a tear for Barrana's memory, Janeway closed her eyes and prayed for a dreamless night

. . .

She was in a dark place. Somewhere, off in the distance she could hear a child crying. Slowly, a dim light began to glow. She could see she was in a corridor, on a ship. "Is there anyone there?" She called out . . . No answer. She started to walk, then to run. The walls of the corridor flew by, but there seemed to be no end in sight. "Please . . . is there anyone there?!" Again, nothing. She could no longer hear the crying child. Only silence. She was slowing down now, getting breathless with the effort of running. Frantically she looked for a doorway, something to exit this corridor from. But the walls never changed. Then suddenly, a figure emerged from the dark. She ran toward it. Closer she got . . . closer . . . closer . . . "Katherine!!! Why did you let me die?!" It was Barrana. She was standing in the middle of the corridor, uniform torn, her face and body covered with blood and scorched flesh. Janeway could smell the burnt uniform and the blood. She halted about one meter from the figure. "Why Katherine? Why!!!" Janeway felt the tears flowing down her face. "I" she began. "Silence!!!" screamed the figure. The light got brighter and Janeway could see her more clearly. "My God!" she thought. "She had no eyes!" The mutilated figure of Barrana reached out toward her as if to grab her. "

Katherine!!!...........Katherine!!!!!............................"

"Captain! Chokotay here!!.........Captain!!"

Janeway sat up and gasped in terror. It took a few seconds for her to realize where she was. Her body was covered in sweat and she was still breathing as if she had just run a marathon. A quick glance at the computer time clock showed the hour to be 0630 hours. With a sigh she reached for her comlink.

"Janeway here. Go ahead Commander Chokotay"

"Captain. Long range sensors have detected a small vessel a few light years from our current position. The vessel seems to be some kind of life-pod. We have detected a single life form aboard it. The life-signs are faint, but they're there. I think whoever is aboard that vessel is in trouble."

Janeway swung her feet over the edge of her bed and focused for a moment. The effects of the nightmare a few minutes before still making her head ache.

"Set a course for that vessel Commander" she ordered, "I

will be on the bridge shortly"

"Aye Captain" said Chokotay, "Chokotay out."

A few minutes later Janeway was dressed and on the turbolift to the bridge. As she exited the lift, she took a visual scan of who was on duty. As usual Ensign Paris was manning navigation, Ensign Kim was at weapons control, and Tuvok was manning the science station. Commander Chokotay stood up quickly from the Captain's chair and greeted her.

"Report" said Janeway crisply as she took the chair.

Chokotay took his place next to her.

"Captain, the vessel appears to be malfunctioning. We are in visual range."

Janeway straightened up in her chair. "On screen. Mr. Paris can we get a transporter lock on whoever's inside that thing?"

"Aye Captain." Said Paris, "Transporter locked onto coordinates"

"Captain," said Tuvok, "The life form inside the vessel appears to be humanoid. Its life signs are growing weaker."

"Ensign Paris beam whoever that is directly to Medical. Tuvok, alert the Doctor that he has a new patient, and get a security team down there," ordered Janeway. "Mr. Kim, are there any defensive capabilities on that ship, and if so are they a danger to Voyager?"

"Not so far as I can tell Captain, "said Kim. "The vessel appears to be nothing more than a transport, albeit a very small one. Internal scans are picking up only life support and propulsion capabilities."

"Captain. The passenger of the vessel has been safely transported to Medical. The passenger is a female of unknown origin, but is humanoid in appearance. " Said Tuvok.

Ensign Kim looked up from his console. "Captain, that vessel or ship or . . . whatever . . . has an amazing propulsion system. I've never seen anything like it. The warp capabilities seem to be above anything we have."

Janeway took a moment to absorb all the information. Since the vessel and its occupant didn't seem to pose an immediate threat to Voyager, she relaxed a bit. The information on the vessel's warp capabilities interested her a great deal.

"Mr. Paris, beam that vessel into Cargo Bay 2. Put a force field around it until Lt. Torres can get a better look at it." She hit her comlink. "Janeway to Engineering."

"Engineering, Torres here . . . " Over the voice of her chief Engineer Janeway could hear the hum of the warp engines.

"B'lanna, we've just beamed aboard an alien vessel to Cargo Bay 2." Said Janeway. "Get an engineering team down there as soon as possible. Mr. Kim has detected a propulsion system that just may yield some useful information."

"Right away Captain." Replied Torres.

Janeway turned her attention back to the bridge. "Now, I'm going to pay a visit too medical and welcome our new guest aboard. Commander Chokotay, you have the bridge"

"Aye Captain. I'll let you know if there are any new developments." Said Chokotay.

With that, Janeway made her way over to the turbolift and headed for medical, a mixed feeling of curiosity and excitement stirring inside her.

The lift took mere seconds and she was on the level of Medical. As she made her way, there she passed several crew members who greeted her. She returned their greetings, but her mind was kept occupied by the events of the last hour. She had to admit she was extremely curious about the Voyager's newest humanoid. She was also very anxious to learn whatever she could about the woman's technology. Perhaps it might be something that could get them home faster.

Janeway stepped through the entrance to Medical. The Doctor was already working on his new patient, and Kess was nearby assisting him. As she came into view of the exam table, she caught her breath at what she saw. Lying on the exam table was one of the most beautiful women Janeway had ever seen. She was tall, probably close to six feet. She had long dark hair and her features were strong and sharp. Her face had angled cheekbones, and the rest of her body gave the impression of someone who kept herself very physically fit. The woman's uniform bulged with muscle. The uniform was of a tight fabric with some sort of robe attached to it, and a decorative clasp held the robe in place.

The Doctor finished what he was doing and turned to Janeway. "Captain, our newest arrival is doing fine. She had some initial problems from lack of sufficient oxygen, and was suffering from dehydration. I administered appropriate treatment and I am certain she will survive."

No matter how simple or complex a procedure the Doctor performed, he always made it sound like he just accomplished a miracle. There was no end to the pride in his voice. Janeway always considered that a quirk in his programming.

"Very good Doctor. Thank You." Said Janeway. "Is there anyway I can talk to her now? She may be able to provide us with some useful information."

"Certainly," replied the Doctor. He administered a hypospray to the strange woman's neck. It took a few moments, but then her eyes began to flutter and then finally open. She had the bluest eyes Janeway had ever seen. They were a deep blue iris with an aqua colored white part. When she looked at Janeway, it was almost paralyzing.

After composing herself, Janeway said, "Greetings. I am Katherine Janeway. Captain of this starship called Voyager. You are safe here. We found your vessel floating in this area and it seemed it was having problems maintaining life-support. We beamed you and your vessel aboard Voyager."

The young woman stared at Janeway, then at the Doctor, and then back at Janeway. "I am Yarra, of the planet Arrannis. Thank you for rescuing me." She began to sit up, but the Doctor and Kess restrained her.

"You have been through a lot of physical trauma," said the Doctor, "I suggest you lie still for a while until you have recovered sufficiently."

"I have recovered" said Yarra with an almost feral grin. She sat up on the table and then jumped off it as if to demonstrate just how recovered she was.

The Doctor ran a BioScanner over Yarra and looked up amazed. "You have incredible recuperative powers. I did not expect you to heal so quickly."

"That is because I am not like those you have encountered before. My people were a warrior race. We developed the ability to heal quickly out of necessity." Yarra looked at the Doctor and then directed her attention to Janeway. Yarra's movements were almost fluid.

"You talk about your people as if in the past tense," said Janeway.

"That is because they are 'past tense'" replied Yarra. Her expression changed to one of angry sorrow. "They were destroyed several weeks ago. We were attacked by some civilization with very advanced technology. They seemed to . . . absorb our planet. They used a strange expression . . . 'resistence is futile' . . . but we chose to resist."

At the mention of that last phrase, Janeway felt panic rise in her chest. Her expression betrayed her feelings for one moment, and then she got herself under control. "The Borg." She whispered.

Yarra gazed into Janeway's eyes with a piercing expression." Yes, that is what they called themselves. We fought for days, but it was of no use. They took everything and everyone. Only when I was the last one left did I choose to escape."

Janeway found herself captivated by the woman's sharp gaze.

She didn't miss the description of how Yarra 'chose' to escape. Somehow it seemed strange to think anyone could have a choice when it came to the Borg. She found herself in awe of the amount of strength and courage Yarra must have.

Yarra turned and began taking in a mental inventory of her surroundings. She stopped when she was facing the Doctor. She began to scrutinize him, peering closely at him. It was almost as if she was visually scanning him. "You are a construct." This was said as a statement of fact and not a question.

The Doctor looked a little taken aback. "I am this starship's Holographic Medical Program. I am referred to as The Doctor."

Yarra seemed a little confused. "Holographic Medical Program?"

Janeway smiled at Yarra. One moment the woman seemed menacing, the next as curious as a child in a new playground. "Our people use computers for many things. One of the most important is the medical database. By using a computer we can treat and diagnose almost anything within a fraction of the time it would take a human being. The hologram is the easiest way to have that treatment delivered." Then she added wryly," although I must say our Doctor is not your average hologram."

"In an attempt to make my patients more comfortable, I have been studying and emulating human behavior, " said the Doctor. "So far I think I have been quite successful."

Janeway smiled. "That you have Doctor," she said as she put her hand on his shoulder.

Yarra watched this little interaction with interest. "My people use constructs as well. But I have never seen one used for medical purposes. Interesting."

"What did your people use hol . . . constructs for?" Asked Janeway.

Yarra gave her another one of those piercing looks. "We used them to develop our skills in combat. They were also used to help with the care of our living environments. But we did not have the . . . relationship you seem to have with the . . . Doctor."

Janeway met Yarra's gaze without hesitation. "Well, given our present situation. The Doctor has developed into a vital part of our crew. We consider him to be . . . almost . . . human."

"What is this 'situation' you speak of?" Yarra demanded.

Janeway hesitated, and then said " Due to an unfortuate accident involving a spacial anomaly, we have found ourselves here in the Delta Quadrant. We are sixty-four standard years from our home in the Alpha Quadrant. We have been traveling toward it for the past two and a half years."

Yarra raised her eyebrows at this bit of information. She hadn't expected this race of beings to have such courage and persistence. Although their Captain certainly made a strong impression. Yarra found herself strongly drawn to the smaller yet imposing woman standing before her. "Apparently your technology does not have the capabilities to correct your situation."

This was the kind of information Janeway had been hoping to retrieve. "That is correct," she began, "however, we noticed upon scanning your vessel that you have a propulsion system that is far superior to ours. It is possible that you may possess technology that could greatly aid us in our efforts to get home. I would like to know if you would be willing to share that knowledge with us." Janeway felt herself growing hopeful.

Yarra regarded her for a moment, and then spoke. "Captain. You and your people saved my life. From what I was able to understand before I lost consciousness in my vessel, my life support would have failed if you had not rescued me. You had no reason to help me, yet you did. I owe you a life debt, and we Arranians pay our debts." This last statement was spoken with such conviction, and it caused Janeway to take a step back. "I will do what I can to assist you."

Janeway regarded the woman yet again. She found herself profoundly affected by Yarra, and that was disturbing. "Thank you." She said. "I will have someone show you to your quarters, and then when you are settled you will be given a tour of our ship. I must return to the bridge. Doctor, take care of our new guest . . . Kess, when you are finished here, perhaps you would be interested in getting Yarra settled and giving her a tour."

"Certainly Captain, "replied Kess, "I'm all set here Yarra. Why don't we begin?" And with that the two women walked toward the exit. Yarra looked back for a moment and gave Janeway a look tha was gratitude mixed with respect and . . . something else.

As soon as Kess and Yarra left medical, the Doctor said, "quite an imposing woman, don't you think?"

"Frankly Doctor, I'm not sure what to think," remarked Janeway. "But one thing's for sure, that woman may hold the key to our future." And with that last remark, Janeway made her way back to the bridge. After watching her leave the Doctor said out loud " I may be a hologram, but I'm no fool. That woman certainly holds the key to your future, Captain."

Back on the bridge Janeway took her usual seat. "Mr. Paris, make a long-range sensor sweep of this system. I want you to look for any type of warp signature. We may have some unexpected and unwelcome company, and I want to be prepared."

Chokotay gave Janeway a look of concern. "Is something wrong Captain?"

"I'm not sure Mr. Chokotay, but I want us to be on our toes for the next few days." Janeway turned her attention to the science station.

"Tuvoc, " said Janeway, "I want you to introduce yourself to our visitor. She seems to be from a race of people that hold strength and logic in high regard. I would be interested in your impressions of her."

"Certainly Captain," said Tuvok," I have done a preliminary detailed scan of her ships computer systems. Although limited, the computer contained a vast amount of information about her home planet Arranis. It was a place of very harsh environments and rigorous standards of living. Apparently their society was based on a class system similar to a military environment. High rank was achieved by conquest and displays of strength and skill. They seemed to have a warrior code similar to the Klingon's, and a reverence for logic not unlike Vulcans."

Janeway was fascinated with this last bit of information. "Thank you Mr. Tuvok. I would like a full report once you have finished your investigation. Chokotay, join me in my ready-room. Mr. Paris, you have the bridge."

"Aye Captain." Said Paris.

Janeway and Chokotay made their way into the ready-room that was next to the bridge. Janeway sat down at her desk, and motioned for Chokotay to take the other seat across from her.

"What are your thoughts on this Mr. Chokotay?" Asked Janeway.

"Frankly Captain, I am both greatly concerned and greatly excited. The technology that this woman possesses could help us get home. On the other hand, it sounds like she could be a danger to this crew. Her value system is quite different from ours." Replied Chokotay.

"I'd have to agree with you there Chokotay." Said Janeway, "but I have spoken with her personally. She says she owes us some kind of life debt for rescuing her. She seems to be a woman of honor. I don't think she would harm the people who saved her life. In fact, she has agreed to help us if she can."

Chokotay thought for a few moments and then said, "still Captain, I would feel better if she had an escort with her at all times. For now. We just don't know enough about her yet to judge whether or not she is a danger to this ship."

"I agree with your assessment Mr. Chokotay," said Janeway. "Have Mr. Tuvoc assign a security attachment to Yarra. But allow her unrestricted access to all ships' areas. I'm sure, like us, she is not sure how much trust is to be given here."

Chokotay stood up. "Very well Captain. I'll inform Mr. Tuvoc immediately. And I'll be sure he assigns someone with the understanding that this is a very delicate matter."

Janeway smiled at him and nodded as he left the ready-room. For the first time since the encounter with Yarra's vessel, Janeway had time to ponder the situation. She had to admit to herself that Yarra was virtually magnetic in the way she drew people to her. Janeway was sure she felt a mutual attraction to Yarra, and that made things very delicate indeed. She was fascinated with the strength and character Yarra exuded. Janeway thought Tuvok's assessment of Yarra as a cross between a Klingon and a Vulcan most appropriate.

What options lay ahead for this woman now?? Her people and her planet were gone. Destroyed by the Borg . . . The Borg. Janeway was extremely concerned that the Borg had been in this system just a few weeks ago. It could mean that a run in with the Borg was inevitable. Or just as inevitable, the Borg could be long gone. Janeway prayed that the last option was the inevitable one.

And what about Yarra . . . Was she a risk to the crew? Just how binding was this 'life-debt'? Could she really help them get home? Was she attracted to Janeway the way Janeway was attracted to her?

Janeway stopped herself at that last thought. "No time for personal considerations."She said, "there is too much at stake here. I have to be careful. The lives of my crew depend on it."

She touched her comlink. "Janeway to Lt. Torres. Any progress with that vessel in Cargo Bay 2?"

It took a few moments for B'lanna to respond. She was engrossed in her examination of the strange vessel. "Captain. I've removed the force-field surrounding it. There is no danger of contamination. I have to admit Captain. I've never seen technology such as this. The computer uses a binary code to run most of the ship's systems. But the propulsion system has an independent operating module that uses a language I have never heard. It's not binary code, and it's not any other computer language I know."

Privately, B'lanna hated to admit that last part. She had always prided herself on breaking any kind of computer code that she encountered. The fact that this particular code stumped her caused her no ending amount of frustration.

"B'lanna," began Janeway, "I believe I may have a way to help you with that. Our guest, who is called Yarra, has offered to assist us in understanding her technology. When she has had time to settle in, I will have her report to you."

"Thank you Captain," said B'lanna, "In the mean time I will keep working at it. Torres out."

Janeway found herself smiling at that last remark. Lt. Torres did not give up easily. That was a part of her Klingon heritage that Janeway particularly admired. If there was a way to find a solution, B'lanna would find it. Fortunately, she would have a little help.

Kess had just finished giving Yarra a complete explanation of the ships' holo-decks. She found the strange woman both intimidating and attractive. "Tell me Yarra, how long were you traveling in that life-pod?"

"I am not completely certain," she replied," I was unconscious for some time. However I believe it was something close to three weeks."

Kess was amazed at that. "That was an amazing amount of time in such a small vessel."

Yarra shrugged. "I did what was necessary. There were no inhabitable planets nearby, so I was forced to continue my journey. A disciplined mind and body can endure any hardship."

Kess chose to not comment further on the subject. She found this woman's demeanor to be almost fanatical in nature. She had no doubt that in life threatening situations, Yarra would do whatever was required to survive. That kind of calculated focus made Kess shiver.

They arrived at and entered where Yarra would be quarters. "Your sleeping quarters are in the next room. There is a replicator on the far wall. You can program it to whatever dietary specifications you require. However I must warn you we are on a fairly strict rationing system. There is not much available for extra treats."

Yarra just stared at Kess. "I require very simple food. And if necessary, I can sustain myself on less than that. I do not wish to be a burden to your ship."

"No, you misunderstand me." Kess said. "I apologize. We have plenty of supplies for a complete and substantial diet. I just . . . well, we sometimes like to eat something that is not necessarily good for us, but tastes good. A...treat."

Yarra still looked confused, but said "I will not require any 'treats'."

Kess looked around the room and saw all was in order. She felt a little subdued by Yarra, and she did not like that feeling. "If you don't need me anymore, I have duties I need to get back to. Here . . . " She handed Yarra a comlink badge. "Use this if you need anything. The Captain wants you to be comfortable here. She said to tell you not to hesitate to call on her for anything."

Yarra raised her eyebrow at that last statement and took the comlink. She fastened it to her shirt. "Does your replicator have the ability to manufacture clothing?"

"Yes." Answered Kess. "All you have to do is program what you want through that terminal next to the replicator. I would be glad to assist you, if you'd like."

Yarra smiled at her. This was the first time she had displayed anything other than detached indifference since Kess had met her. The smile warmed Kess, and she found herself mesmerized by Yarra's blue eyes.

"Thank you. I would be most grateful if you would that." Yarra turned and walked toward the replicator terminal. Within moments Kess had assisted her in replication a series of outfits, most of which Kess had never seen before. The fabrics were light, but strong. They seemed to have the ability to let the skin breathe while maintaining comfortable body temperature.

As soon as they finished, Kess excused herself and made her way back to medical. Yarra was left to consider her situation in private. Despite her cautionary nature, she liked everyone she had met so far. The Doctor was a bit of a mystery to her. Her people were not accustomed to treating constructs like real people. And that Captain . . . she was a source of turmoil for Yarra. That woman seemed to be an ary unto herself. So like a warrior, yet with a hidden side that Yarra suspected few people ever saw. These Voyager people were admirable. Despite her reservations, Yarra felt herself beginning to feel comfortable with them. Her world was gone, her people assimilated. Yarra knew she had to grieve, but now was not the time.

Suddenly she felt very tired. The physical exertions of the last few hours caught up with her. She removed her cape and uniform, changing into sleeping attire of a short sleeve tunic and soft tights. She ordered a protein drink from the replicator and grimaced at the first sip. She would have to modify the programming a bit more to improve the taste. After finishing her drink, she went into her sleeping area and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Although her mind was actively processing her new experiences, her body's demands were more urgent.

Janeway had decided to wait and let Yarra rest before she approached her about assisting Lt. Torres. It was now early dayside on Voyager as Janeway made her way to Yarra's quarters. She touched the door chime.

Yarra's voice came through the door, "you may enter."

When she entered, she found Yarra lounging on a large sofa. She was dressed in a sleeveless blouse and loose pants of a very light blue. Her boots were a soft suede like material. Janeway could not help but notice the defined muscles in the woman's arms. Despite the flowing material, Yarra's strong physique was evident.

"I trust you slept well." Said Janeway, "I heard from Kess that you programmed the replicator for your dietary and clothing needs. I see you have mastered our replicator rather quickly."

"I can adapt to any environment," remarked Yarra, "and yes, I did sleep well. Surprisingly. As for your replicator, once I understand a computer's language, I can program it with ease. I'm sure the rest of your ships' systems will be just as simple."

Janeway felt slightly insulted at the young woman's offhanded remarks, but kept her anger in check. "I'm sure you are quite capable of adapting here, as you have demonstrated. I need you to come with me to Cargo Bay 2, where your vessel is stored. Lt. Torres needs some assistance interpreting its systems."

Despite her attempt at control, some of Janeway's anger registered in her voice. "Captain I feel I have offended you. That was not my intent." Yarra's blue eyes reflected genuine concern. "Your ship is an impressive collection of technology. And it is a credit to your people that it was developed."

In one moment Yarra had gone from being insulting to being complimentary. Janeway found herself more and more perplexed by the woman. "Apology accepted. We earthlings are rather proud of our accomplishments. Perhaps you could take some time and study our history. That might give you a better idea of just how far we have come."

Yarra smiled and nodded. "I will make a pointof doing so.

Now I believe you require my assistance somewhere?"

Janeway felt herself grow warm and returned the smile. "I like this woman" she thought as she escorted Yarra to Lt. Torres in the Cargo Bay.

Cargo Bay 2 was a flurry of activity. Various members of B'lanna's engineering team were meticulously going over Yarra's ship with scanners and tricorders. B'lanna was busy giving orders to an Ensign. "Make sure you calibrate the scanner to pick up chromoton particles. Otherwise we might . . . " She halted in mid-sentence when she saw who was accompanying the Captain. B'lanna felt mesmerized by the tall young woman standing before her.

"Lt. B'lanna Torres," said Janeway, "this is Yarra. She is the woman who piloted this vessel before its systems began to fail. She has agreed to give us a detailed explanation of its technology and see if we can't apply some of it to our own." Janeway smiled, but she did not miss the look B'lanna had on her face.

"Uh, hi." Said B'lanna. "We've done some preliminary scans on your vessel. But I am having some trouble understanding the propulsion computer systems."

Yarra regarded the half Klingon for a moment. She liked what she saw. "It seems that your ship does not possess the technology to understand it. If you would be so kind as to give me a guided inspection of your warp-drive system, I believe I may be able to translate, and apply my technology to yours."

"I'll leave you two to your work." Remarked Janeway as she prepared to leave the area. After giving instructions to the security attachment assigned to yarra, Janeway headed for sickbay and a long talk with Kess.

"Maybe we should try an induced gamma field," remarked the Doctor as he regarded the item on his work table with obvious frustration. "If that doesn't work, I am not opposed to a tachyon bombardment." The Doctor looked over at Kess, who smiled in sympathy.

"Maybe you should take a break Doctor," she said, "you have been at this for a long time."

The Doctor sighed. "I suppose you're right. I do have some reports I need to finish."

Just then, Janeway walked through the door. "Hello Doctor.

Hello Kess."

"Greetings Captain. What can I do for you? You haven't been experiencing those headaches again, have you?" The Doctor asked with concern.

Janeway smiled and shook her head. "No, thank you. I have been just fine." She turned to Kess. "Actually, I was hoping Kess would have a few minutes to talk with me."

"Actually, I was just telling the Doctor that he needed a break from the experiment we've been working on." Kess said as she finished organizing the work table. "I would be glad to speak with you."

"And I, "added the Doctor, "am going to finish those reports." With that he strode into the other room leaving Kess and Janeway in private.

"Kess," began Janeway," I really need your input on something."

Kess looked puzzled. "What is it Captain?"

Janeway began to pace. "What do you think of our new passenger?"

"Yarra?" Asked Kess.

"Yes," replied Janeway. "I have some concerns over her, and I wanted your opinion on the matter."

"Well," said Kess, "At first she seemed a little over bearing. But once she seemed to relax around me, I found her quite charming. She has a...I don't know . . . a warmth about her. It almost seemed like she would reach out to me, and then pull back when she realized what she was doing."

"Has she mentioned anything about her past? Has she talked about what happened on Arranis?" Asked Janeway with intense concern.

"No." Said Kess." Aside from some comparisons of technology and social structure, she hasn't mentioned anything about her people, or what happened to them. Do you know anything about it Captain?"

Katherine paused momentarily, thinking back. "The only thing I know is that her planet Arranis was attacked by the Borg a few weeks back." Kess's eyes widened at this revelation. "But other than a very sketchy account of her escape, I know nothing."

Kess stepped closer to Janeway. "Captain, does this mean the Borg are going to find us?"

"I don't know Kess." Janeway reached for Kess's hands and held them tight. "I've been having Kim and Paris make sensor sweeps, but so far there is no evidence of Borg activity nearby."

Kess relaxed her grip and gathered Janeway's hands in her own. "Captain, you have to get Yarra to open up. Her experience with the Borg must have been terrifying. She has lost everything she has ever known. She is alone, and although she doesn't show it she is very afraid."

Janeway looked deeply into Kess's eyes. "Kess, how do you know all this?"

"I'm not sure Captain." Said Kess. "I think it has something to do with my developing abilities. But I am sure with every cell in my body that Yarra is very alone and very frightened. She may come from a warrior race, but she is also human. She has human feelings and emotions. I believe you are the only one who can get her to shar these feelings. If she doesn't, I am certain it could destroy her."

Janeway found herself feeling an almost overwhelming sense of concern for Yarra. But she was a little afraid to delve into such a deeply emotional situation. Then again, she may not have a choice. "Thank you Kess. I knew if I talked to you, I would get some insight."

Kess smiled warmly at Janeway and pulled her into a long embrace. "You are my friend, Katherine. I will always help you if I can. And right now, Yarra needs a friend. You are the only one who is . . . strong enough to do it."

Janeway held Kess close a little while longer, taking strength from the beautiful blonde. Then she released her, and with a parting clasp of hands, she headed back to Cargo Bay 2.

When Janeway arrived, she found B'lanna and Yarra talking intensely about something. B'lanna was pointing to an open panel and Yarra was shaking her head and gesturing with her hands. In some strange way, Janeway felt as if she were interrupting an intimate moment. Both women were so engrossed in their conversation, that they didn't even notice her there. Janeway cleared her throat.

B'lanna looked up in surprise. "Captain! I apologize. We didn't hear you come in."

Yarra appeared unstartled and sent an inquisitive look at Janeway. "Lt. Torres and I were just discussing some fundamental differences between your technology and mine. I am unable to convince her that there is not way to make the two compatible."

"Captain, I disagree." B'lanna took a defensive posture. "I think if I am given enough time, I can make the two compatible."

Yarra looked doubtful. "I have no doubt that you are a highly qualified engineer, as your impressive grasp of my computer's language has proved. But there are some elements of the propulsion system that cannot be made to adapt to your warp core."

Janeway moved closer to the two women. "You said there are some elements that are not compatible. Are there any that we can use to improve our warp drive?"

"I am not entrely certain." Replied Yarra. "But I believe that we can certainly try."

B'lanna leveled her gaze at Yarra. "I am certain. And I know that with enough time we will accomplish an interface of the two systems."

Janeway was impressed, as always, with B'lanna's determination. She was puzzled by yarra's seemingly reluctant confidence in the engineer. "Do whatever you can. Time is definitely on our side, but I don't know for how long. Keep working at it." She paused momentarily. "On second thought . . . you can keep working at it later. You have been at this for hours, and the ship is in no danger. I am ordering you both to take a break. Resume your work tomorrow."

Yarra seemed reluctant to agree. "Captain, I am not tired yet. Lt. Torres can rest. Her endurance is not as strong as mine. I will continue to work."

B'lanna looked as if she might strike the young woman. But before she could do or say anything, Janeway stepped in. "I have just given a direct order Yarra. I don't know much about your people's chain of command, but when I give an order on this ship, it is obeyed. No questions and no comments."

Yarra glared first at Janeway and then at B'lanna, who was trying to hide her amusement at the admonition Yarra was just given. "Very well." The acceptance of her position was barely a whisper. Yarra turned and left the Cargo Bay.

Janeway turned to B'lanna and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't be too hard on Yarra. She comes from a very domineering and stubborn people. Mr. Tuvok appropriately described them as a cross between a Klingon and a Vulcan."

B'lanna glanced to where Yarra had stood a few moments ago.

"She most definitely has the same bullheaded ego of a Klingon.

But I am half Klingon, and I will not allow her to insult me."

Janeway gave her a look of understanding. "I don't really believe she knew she was insulting you. I will have a talk with her about showing appropriate respect. Something tells me she was acting out of uncertainty, not out of disrespect."

"I hope so Captain," growled B'lanna. "For her sake. I will let this go. But if she insults me again, I won't be responsible for my actions."

Janeway smiled at B'lanna and nodded in understanding. She knew how B'lanna's Klingon side could overwhelm her at times. B'lanna was a Starfleet Officer, and would behave accordingly, but she would not tolerate disrespect. Janeway decided it might be time for her and Yarra to have that little talk.

"Computer, what is the location of passenger Yarra?"

"Passenger Yarra is on Holodeck 2" replied the Computer.

Janeway decided to wait. Perhaps the Arranian needed time to cool off. And perhaps, she thought wryly, sheneeded to cool off as well.

Several hours later, Janeway was sitting on the bridge, watching a spectacular nebula that Voyager was passing. The colors were deep and intense shades of pink, yellow and blue. Janeway had never seen anything so beautiful . . . except perhaps . . . Yarra. She stopped herself on that line of thought.

"Mr. Kim, what are the long range scans picking up.

Anything?"

"Nothing yet Captain." Replied Ensign Kim. "There were some trace gases and magnetic radiation from the nebula, but nothing to indicate we're not alone here."

"Good." Said Janeway. "Keep up the scans for the next few hours. I want to be totally convinced we're not being followed by anyone." She sat back a bit in her chair, grateful that so far no sign of the Borg had been detected.

"Captain." Ensign Paris looked back at her. "Someone has disengaged the safety protocols on Holodeck 2."

Janeway stood up in alarm. "Mr. Paris, override that and put the protocols back in place."

"Safety protocols reinstalled Captain." Said Paris, as his fingers flew over the console.

"Lock in the protocols for now Tom." Janeway headed for the turbolift. "I'm going to find out what's going on. You have the bridge."

As the turbolift was making its way to deck 14, Janeway had time to think. She was greatly concerned about what was going on with Yarra. And last thing she knew, Yarra was in Holodeck 2. And Yarra seemed to be the likely candidate for doing something dangerous like turning off the safeties.

She was slashing and kicking with all her might. Yarra found herself surrounded by warriors on all sides. Armed only with a short knife, she knew she would have to rely on cunning and wits. She already had a good number of bruises and small cuts on her muscular frame, but she didn't even feel them. The worst cut was on her left shoulder. "I deserved that. I should not have been so careless."

She launched herself off a rock and thrust her knife into the belly of her nearest attacker.

Now that those foolish safety measures were turned off, she could really get into it. She gave a cry of attack and kicked the warrior on her left in the face. She felt exhilarated as the battle fever seized her. She almost felt normal. Suddenly she saw a claw blade strike the back of her left calf. She expected to feel pain, but saw the blade dematerialize and then reappear after it had past her leg.

"Compter Freeze Program!!!" She shouted, feeling rage overcome her. "Who dared to turn on those foolish safety measures!!!"

"I did!" Came the commanding response. Turning around Yarra spotted Janeway standing in the entrance of the Holodeck. She felt herself grow hot, and not entirely from anger. Her body was drenched in sweat and her muscles, which were highly visible due to the tank top and loose pants she was wearing, were bulging with the effects of the recent activity.

Janeway found herself catching her breath. Yarra looked magnificent. Her sculpted muscles and sweating body caused Janeway's pulse to quicken. There was no doubt what she would like to do to the beautiful woman standing before her. But right now she had to assert her authority. She met the glare of those intense blue eyes and stood her ground.

"I had the safety protocols re engaged. " Janeway said firmly. "What did you think you were doing? Are you suicidal?"

Yarra continued to glare at Janeway. But mentally, she felt herself excited by her. In that commanding stance she was in, she seemed taller and stronger that Yarra herself. Yarra's mind raced. She fought the intense desire to pull Janeway to her and kiss her with all the passion she had. That would not be appropriate. And somehow, she knew that in this instance, Janeway would not allow it.

"No Captain." Yarra said in a more civilized tone. "I was merely engaging in some training routines I programmed into the computer's holo program. The safety protocols were in the way."

Janeway was surprised. "In the way?" She asked. "How?"

Yarra took a deep breath to steady herself. "In my mind, I could not accept that the training was real unless the risks were real. I could not keep my edge if I knew I had the advantage of not getting injured. On Arranis, we never had such a thing as 'safety protocols'."

"Didn't people get seriously hurt or killed?" Asked Janeway.

"Rarely." Replied Yarra. "And those who did, deserved it.

There were many levels' one could train on according to ability. Anyone foolish enough to try to go beyond their ability deserved the consequences."

Janeway was a little disturbed about Yarra's lack of compassion, but decided not to push the issue. "Regardless. Here on the Voyager safety protocols are installed for the protection of everyone on this ship. One of my crew could have accidentally entered the Holodeck and been seriously hurt or even killed. I will not permit you to put my crew in danger. Am Iunderstood?"

Yarra bowed her head in acknowledgment. "My apologies Captain. I will not tamper with the safety protocols again. I have no desire to put you or your crew in danger. I can still keep myself in shape with the safety's on." She was not happy with having to do so, but she did not wish to disobey Janeway.

Janeway relaxed a bit. "Go get cleaned up. I need to have a word with you in private. I will expect you in my quarters in one hour." She turned and walked out of the Holodeck, trying to still her fast beating heart. Her attraction to Yarra was intense, and she had to be in control of it. There was no room for error here. She needed to maintain her distance before her desires got her into trouble.

Yarra was still fuming as she cleaned herself up from the previous three hours worth of exertions. She could not understand why Janeway wanted to limit her so much. She had tried to explain how important her training exercises were, but the foolish earthling would not listen.

"Well perhaps more stubborn than foolish." She said out loud. "Still, I don't understand how a race of such people can stay strong without training like mine."

Yarra decided to wear a slightly less revealing outfit for her meeting with the Captain. As soon as she thought about Janeway, she felt herself becoming aroused. This was unacceptable. She could not allow herself to get so worked up over this woman. She was a guest aboard Voyager. And despite her suspicions to the contrary, Yarra was not entirely convinced that Janeway would welcome her advances. Still . . .

Back in her own quarters Janeway allowed herself to breathe normally again. She had trouble keeping her thoughts organized around Yarra. But in asserting her command, she also felt herself sending a subtle message of attraction.

"This is ridiculous." Janeway said to herself. "I am a Starfleet Captain in command of this starship. I cannot allow myself to be caught up in personal desires. And besides, this woman is a guest aboard my ship. I can't believe I'm really entertaining these thoughts about her."

But entertain them she did. Every time she thought about the dark-haired beauty, she found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to touch her skin, or kiss her neck. Try as she might, she couldn't stop thinking this way. She was grateful that at least outwardly she appeared in control. For the next few minutes she was caught up in deep but conflicting thought.

Janeway was slightly startled when she heard the door chime.

"Come in"

Yarra strode in through the entrance with a purpose. She kept her expression neutral, but noted that her pulse started to quicken when she saw Janeway lounging comfortably on a couch. The Captain looked relaxed and very comfortable in these surroundings.

Janeway tried to maintain her composure when the young Arranian entered her quarters. But it took supreme effort. Yarra looked radiant in the outfit of silky grey she wore. The fabric made her dark/light blue eyes look captivating. Janeway gestured for Yarra to sit on the lounge chair nearest her. She wasn't prepared to trust her voice just yet.

Yarra looked admiringly at the beautiful woman before her, and then resumed her pose of indifference before Janeway could read her face and know what she was thinking. "You wanted to see me Captain."

Janeway sat up a bit more straight and decided to take a tone of command with Yarra.

"Yes, I think you need to take a few things into consideration now that you are here among Voyager's crew." Janeway met Yarra's gaze and continued. "I know this must be a very difficult time for you. You have lost a great deal. Your planet and your people are gone, and everything you knew is gone with it. I cannot pretend to know what you are going through or even understand it. But I realize that there are adjustments that need to be made. I have allowed you a great deal of latitude until now because I wanted you to feel comfortable here. But now it is time for you to begin to consider your position here and accept that you will have to make some changes. You cannot continue to disregard the feelings of everyone you encounter here. Theyhave gone to great pains not to disregard yours. We are a different people from the ones you have known, but we do not deserve to be treated with such disrespect."

Janeway paused and waited to see how Yarra would take this direct approach. She kept her eyes locked with the Arranian's.

Several moments later, Yarra dropped her gaze and stared at the floor. She had not been prepared for such a direct approach regarding her position. She had anticipated a commanding dressing-down for her behavior and was prepared to defend herself. But the consideration that Janeway was giving her, and the reminder of just what she had lost was too much for her. The emotions began to churn within her and she felt hot tears begin to sting her eyes. She had worked so hard at retaining her honor. And with mere words, this woman had made her vulnerable. Yarra wanted desperately to open up to Janeway, but was afraid that she would look like a fool. She chose anger instead.

"How dare you talk about what I lost!!! You have no idea!! Yes I am grateful to you, but you cannot possibly understand my position!!" She stood up.

Janeway stood and grabbed Yarra's arm. "Help me to understand!!"

Yarra could not maintain her facade. The compassion in Janeway's eyes was too much. She felt hot tears streaming down her face. The emotional pain was an ache in her chest. "Please . . . I can't . . . "

Janeway took both Yarra's arms in her hands and pulled her closer. "Yes you can. If you don't talk about this, it will eat you alive. I can help you, but only if you tell me what your feeling."

Yarra wanted desperately to trust this woman. But she was overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions within her. She couldn't stop the tears. "I need..time. There is . . . so much . . . to consider . . . "

"No." Said Janeway quietly. "You need to talk about it. Now." She gently pulled Yarra down onto a cushion on the sofa, and sat herself next to her. She was still holding her arms.

Yarra felt her emotions subside a bit and got herself under control. She gently pulled her arms away from Janeway's strong grip, and wiped her eyes. Sighing, she began relaxing. "Very well. I will tell as much as I can." She sat up and took a deep breath.

"Approximately four weeks ago, my planet Arraniss was attacked by the Borg. We put up a good fight, as you know. I was stationed at an outpost on the far side of the arctic region of my planet. I was on a special mission which required me to travel alone. I was reconning a possible site for an ambush by my governments opposing faction. When I realized what had happened, I began a series of strike attacks on these . . . the Borg. I was successful at first, but then found myself outnumbered and outgunned. Any attempts I made to contact others of my people were met with failure."

Yarra felt the tears coming back to her eyes. "When I realized there was nothing left for me to fight for, I stole the life-pod from a nearby base and made my way to the upper atmosphere. Upon doing a scan of the surface...I...there were no signs of life other than the Borg. I realized I had no choice but to head for hyperspace and the next galaxy. The Borg tried to capture my ship, but I was able to jump to hyperspace before they locked a tractor beam on me. That was all until you found me."

Janeway sat back and regarded the young woman before her. Yarra's face was streaked with tears, but she still had the composure she seemed to hold so dear. "That must have been very frightening for you when you scanned the planet and found nothing but Borg."

"I was...concerned." Said Yarra, trying to maintain her control over her emotions.

Janeway's eyes widened in disbelief. "Concerned? Your entire planet was assimilated. Everyone you ever loved...everyone you ever knew...they were gone!!! Destroyed by the Borg!"

Yarra felt the impact of what Janeway had just said hit her. She had tried for so long to bury that experience as deep as she could. She hadn't wanted to think about her loss, much less admit how she felt about it. But the words hit her like a physical blow. All her control fell away and she felt herself start to sob.

"Enough!!" She cried and jumped up to head for the door. "No More! I cannot talk about this! I do not wish to think about it!"

Janeway was quicker than she looked, and grabbed Yarra before she bolted. "All right!"

Then quieter, "all right. You don't have to say anymore. But I couldn't let you continue denying your feelings like this." She embraced the taller woman and felt her muscles tense and then relax. Yarra's head leaned on her shoulder. It was several minutes before she could speak.

Yarra straightened up and gently pulled away from Janeway's embrace. She had herself back under control. "You must understand. I am a warrior and a scholar. I am not used to showing my emotions to a stranger, much less sharing my experiences."

Janeway smiled at Yarra. "You are among friends here.

That's what friends do."

Yarra nodded and then took a deep breath. "I have much to think about. I will take what you said earlier into consideration. I will most certainly try to think about how your crew members perceive me. As for my experiences over the past several weeks, I cannot discuss it any more right now. It is too...difficult."

"I understand." Janeway said, looking deep into Yarra's blue eyes. "But whenever you feel the need or desire to talk about it some more, I will be here."

Yarra felt very tired. "I am...grateful Captain."

Janeway continued to stare into Yarra's eyes. "Call me Katherine when were together in private. All my friends do."

Yarra smiled at her, a warm inviting smile. Then on impulse, she touched Janeway's face with her hand, and left her quarters. Janeway just stood where she was and stared at door Yarra had just made her exit in.

  Continued - Part 2 (Conclusion)

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