J/7
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Janeway, Seven, Voyager, they're all properties of
Paramount Pictures. I'm just having a little fun.
by
Gun Brooke
Seven
of Nine, freed from the Borg Collective merely two years
ago, stared at her computer console with mixed emotions.
Apprehension, because of the message’s surprising
content, and exhilaration, for a very different reason.
She needed to reread it, despite her eidetic,
Borg-enhanced memory and leaned forward as if it might
help her gauge the intention behind the private
communication.
Personal message to Seven of
Nine.
Sender: Captain Kathryn Janeway.
Seven,
It would be the captain’s
pleasure if you would attend a private dinner
function in the Captain’s Quarters tonight at 2000
hours.
Civilian attire only.
RSVP ASAP.
KJ
Seven
curled her fingers into her palms. Feelings of unknown
origin travelled through her entire system and caused
havoc with her heart rate and breathing frequency. She
raised a hand to her full lips and sensed an unfamiliar
tremor there as they parted slightly. Annoyed at this
lack of control, she cleared her throat. “Computer.
Person to person message to Captain Janeway.”
“Recording,”
“Captain, I am honoured to have received your
invitation, especially in the light of recent events. I
will attend. Seven of Nine.” She paused. “Transmit.”
“Transmitting.”
There.
No turning back.