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The Ice
Queen
A J/7 Advent
Calendar Story 2008 by Gun Brooke
Disclaimer
5
“Implement
the sensor scrambler, Tom.” Janeway moved among her fallen
crewmembers, now being seen by the Doctor who’d practically
crawled to the bridge via the Jeffrey’s tubes. “We can’t
risk being seen just yet.”
“Aye,
ma’am.” Tom Paris punched in commands.
“When
you’re done, help the Doctor.” Janeway remained at Harry
Kim’s station. “I’ll monitor the planet’s communications.
Sensors aren’t showing any space ships in the vicinity.
Opening audio channels.” At first they could hear only a
static buzzing, but then a male voice was obviously
delivering a weather report, followed shortly by a female
voice reporting current news. “Now this feels familiar.”
“Sure
does,” Tom said from the floor where he bandaged Chakotay’s
head. “I hope we don’t run into Captain Braxton again.”
Janeway had
to smirk at the thought of their adventures with the
illustrious captain when they’d last travelled through time
and ended up in 1996. “I’ll run a sensor sweep of the
closest constellations to determine which year we managed to
hit this time.”
Harry Kim
was now getting to his feet and so was Chakotay.
“Chakotay,
easy there.” Tom tried to prevent Chakotay from standing. “I
repaired the gush on your head, but—“
“I’m okay.
What’s our position?” Chakotay squinted at the screen.
“Gods, again?”
“Earth.
December, 2008.” Janeway moved over to allow Harry to take
his station. “You all right, Harry?”
“Yes,
Captain,” the young man said through clenched teeth and
Janeway knew she wouldn’t get any other reply no matter how
poorly her ops ensign was feeling.
“Very well.
Scan for the Delta Flyer.”
“You think
she actually set down on Earth, Captain?” Tom asked as he
resumed his position at the helm.
“Unless she
chose the moon, where else would she go, Lieutenant?” the
Doctor quipped as he stowed away the derma fuser and helped
a junior bridge officer to her feet.
“I’m not
getting anything from the Delta Flyer, ma’am,” Harry said,
frowning. “Scanning for Seven’s biosignature.” He stared at
the controls, and Janeway could feel him tremble.
“Harry, I
can do this,” she tried, afraid he would lose consciousness
again.
“Ma’am,
please.” Harry clung to his controls. Suddenly this tone
changed. “There. Look, Captain. Seven of Nine’s signature!”
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