STAR TREK: A Long Road (Voyager Fix It Quest)

PERSISTENCE OF VISION (0.1) New
The sunlight dappled along the narrow dirt path which did not exist. The leaves which cast their comforting shade didn't exist, either. Nor did the smell of earthy landscape, the warm heat of the horse. The soft blowing of his nose wasn't here, either. And yet, all of it surrounded Phoebe Janeway as she sat astride the horse and tried to think of how to possibly respond to her sister's letter.

Phoebe and Katheryn Janeway had always had a complex relationship. Two minds, two personalities, sharing a single body had long since been accepted into the vast plurality of the Federation's many thoughtforms, alongside autism and similar unique perspectives. It wasn't even the most unusual thoughtform that a human could take.

No, the issue was Katheryn. Her life was so...

Alive.

So connected with the world around her. And that world was not the world of the past - the lost days of Earth's simpler times. Yes, times where I'd have been sent to an asylum, a remarkably bitter whisper came from the back of her mind. Phoebe pursed her lips and repressed the thought. The last thing she needed was yet a third sister to split her time with. So, Katheryn's job and her duties took up much of the time, leaving Phoebe with scant moments to herself, to be herself, to live her life. She couldn't begrudge her sister. But...she could rue the world that she was forced into. And...now?

Now, her sister wrote to her to tell her she had begun a relationship with another woman.

And this, I have to admit you...I haven't even admitted it to her yet, but if I can't tell my sister this, who can I tell? Katheryn had written. I think this is the most I've ever loved anyone before. Every date, every time we have a moment together, even practicing flying on a shuttle in the holodeck, it's all so remarkable. The very idea of admitting this to her is almost terrifying - what if she...well, sees me as just someone to spend time with? But, if that was how she felt, then...she left on Voyager with me, oh I am being absurd, aren't I?

Phoebe shook her head and sighed. She drew back on the reigns, slowing her horse, who flicked his ear casually.

"Sister dearest, you are an absurd creature," Phoebe said, tasting the words on the air. She could have simulated an entire town of people to be with - she could have even had some of the Voyager's crew come within the holodeck as well - though, Katheryn did prefer her privacy, even when she wasn't fronting. She could have. But she preferred this strange dream of England. A place that had the greenery, the warmth of spring, the hedges and the distant shapes of homes both grand and humble, all of them without people. It left her free to speak her mind. And her horse was such a very good listener.

She rode past a gnarled old oak and a spreading field of flowers. Her smile grew more warm. "Your love for this Amelia - this pilot, I must say - is so evident I can hear it even in your awful handwriting. By the way, I must hasten to remind you that proper penmanship should be a skill that a ship's captain practices - you can't always be letting these strange compu-"

Phoebe Janeway hesitated.

Not because she didn't know what to say.

She knew what to say, oh no.

No.

No.

It was because she heard...

She swore she had heard a splash.

Had the computer added a spring nearby?

The idea flicked across her mind and she could see herself sitting in the grass, rumpling and staining her dress - not very ladylike, no, but there might be a small rock to set a writing desk on. She had packed one in her saddlebags. She could sit down and pen the writing out in a spring. The smile flitted across her face, growing more and more firm as she turned her horse's head with a gentle tug of the reigns. She was sitting sidesaddle, and had to move gently to not send herself spilling off - but soon, she had entered into a thick copse of trees and could hear the sound of a babbling brook, a soft splashing noise. There was a waterfall too? She had not programmed this into the holodeck...but...

Oh my sister, Phoebe thought, delighted. She slid off the horse, her shoes crinkling some grass, then stepped around several of the trees, and stood completely still, shocked to her core.

There was someone in her holodeck.

The figure standing in the water could have been called a goddess - if one was willing to deliver her a supreme insult. Aphrodite would have been plain next to her - Helen would have been left by the wayside as her suitors flocked to this woman instead. She was tall and and powerful in her build, with broad shoulders and hair so golden that when it caught the hair, it was as if she was already halo'd by some infatuated painter. Her hair was allowed to grow long and wild, spilling along her shoulders, dusting right above her peach-taut buttocks, which glistened with the moisture she had been splashing in. Her back was to Phoebe, and so, she was entirely unaware as she stood in the water, kneeling down and splashing some into her face with a happy sigh.

Phoebe stood very. Very. Very still. Her mouth opened slowly, then closed. Then opened again.

The woman tensed.

She spun around, revealing that her beauty from the front was just as impossibly striking. She was remarkably well endowed, her pale pink nipples beading with water, glittering in the sun. The moisture she had splashed across her body left her even more fantastically beautiful, but it was her eyes that struck Phoebe.

They were blue.

And they were as cold and imperious as the sky. She looked at Phoebe, her lips pursed into a frown. Her eyes flicked up and down Phoebe's body, taking her in every detail, and then...she dismissed her. She looked aside as if she wasn't even there. Phoebe had never felt quite so stricken. She stumbled against her horse, clutching at the saddle, as she swooned, just by that glance. "W...Who...who are you?" she stammered, her eyes widening.

The woman turned back to her. She frowned, then said.

"Who are you?" she asked, then shook her head. "Never mind. It doesn't matter."

Her voice was as cold as her eyes. She had a husky tone which drew Phoebe like a loadstone, she-

The holodeck hissed, then fuzzed out. The woman was gone.

She was a hologram.

Oh.

Phoebe felt so utterly ashamed that she fled. Fled back into the recesses of Katheryn's mind - and so, Katheryn blinked, finding herself standing in an empty holodeck, dressed in her sister's clothing. She frowned, then fished her combadge out of her pocket. "Report," she said, firmly.

"Sorry, Captain, I know, uh, your sister was using holodeck two, but...we had a bit of a bug."

***
"Ah, well, if it was a training exercise, I suppose that makes it all better," the Doctor said, his voice prim as he used a dermal regenerator to slowly seal up the huge gash that had nearly cut deep into Alexander Munroe's femoral artery. The brown haired security officer grinned sheepishly, while Tuvok looked on, expressionless.

Captain Janeway entered into the medbay, pursing her lips as she did so. "Report."

"It's nothing, Captain-"

"Ensign Munroe, as well as several other members of tactical were engaging in a simulated exercise with the direct approval of Lt. Adora," Tuvok said. "I myself assisted with the programming and management of their scenario."

"And the holodeck malfunctioned?" Janeway asked, sighing quietly. That did explain why her sister had been booted so quickly. "What were you working on?"

"Just a Borg sim," Ensign Munroe said.

"A Borg sim?" Janeway asked, her eyebrows shooting straight up.

Tuvok nodded. "Considering the fact that our ship is only a few weeks, months at the most, away from entering territory directly influenced by the Collective, I and Lt. Adora judged it prudent to begin anti-borg training for our security officers. This was a simple boaring procedure - using newly updated holographic routines based on our Doctor."

"Ah! Well! So glad to make our favorite toy more deadly," the Doctor said, turning away and folding his dermal regenerator shut. "Ensign Munroe has been saved from the perils of a sharp piece of rapidly flying metal."

"...sharp metal?" Janeway asked.

Ensign Munroe grinned, sheepishly. "We were backed into a corner, so, I experimented with some kinetic weaponry. Makeshift, of course."

"I see," Janeway said.

"The simulations do show that it was pretty effective!" Ensign Munroe added.

Janeway's lips thinned and the ensign went quiet, while she turned to Tuvok. "Do you know what caused the...bug...in the holodeck?"

"It is unclear," he said. "But we have begun to investigate." He paused. "I would like to apologize to your sister for interrupting her passtime."

"She understands," Janeway said, though she knew for a fact that Tuvok's emotions on the issue were...likely roiling. Shame, fury at being a failure, resounding, rebounding annoyance that no human would ever feel given this situation. But he kept it cool. Controlled. Locked in. There was a curious flicker of deja vu. She ignored it. "Keep me appraised."

"Yes, Captain," Tuvok said.

***
"And that's the basic rundown of our current supply situation," Harry Kim said. "The feedstocks have been refilled, but we want to keep an eye out for an asteroid with the following exotics - if we see any neutron stars in the way, they tend to release the tellerian and trixite ores that we're low on when their original forms went supernova, so, we're likely to find trace elements in asteroids in other nearby solar systems."

Janeway, with a padd in one hand, and a coffee in the other, nodded. She sipped, then skimmed down the report as she and Kim walked together down the corridor away from the bridge. "And...another Kazon sept," she said, her eyebrows shooting them.

Harry chuckled. "Their state department contacted us, not the other way around."

"And?" she asked.

"They asked us to give a wide berth, they have a client species called the Bothans," Harry said. "The news reports seem...fine." He shrugged.

"Oh?" Janeway asked, sipping from her coffee again.

"Standard economic traffic, enough Bothans on their feed and a lot of inter-planetary complaining - the kind of thing that reads to the xenoanthropoligsts as an imperfect but generally functional society."

"None of our buisness, then?" Janeway said.

"That's my estimation, Captain, but...it is up to you!" Harry said, chuckling.

Janeway grinned, then put her coffee cup against his chest - it was empty. "Recycle this, Mr. Kim, and tell Mr. Paris to keep us on a nice, wide berth around this sept."

"Aye, Captain!" Harry said, then started to walk down the corridor, chucking the coffee cup from palm to palm. Janeway nodded to herself, then opened the door to her room. She closed the door, then hesitated. She saw that Amelia was sprawled in her bed, snoring softly, a book in one hand - it looked like a pulp from the 1960s. Ah, no, not just any pulp.

She was reading Stranger in a Strange Land.

Janeway smiled, slightly, but before she went to her bedroom, she walked to the writing desk. There was no note from Phoebe...of course, she had been kicked from the holodeck by that bug. Janeway sat down, closing her eyes. First, she became Katheryn. It was less dramatic than becoming Phoebe - she simply let the captaincy slide off her shoulders. She let herself relax. Then...she tried to make herself welcoming to her sister. IT was harder when she wasn't in a holodeck, or in the right clothes...but she felt she-

Phoebe blinked open her eyes. She was in Katheryn's cold, spartan corridors. The vastness of space hung out the window. It was as terrifying as ever. But Phoebe knew why her sister had opened the door - and she knew why she was here.

She expects a letter.

Phoebe took out a piece of paper and the small inkwell that Katheryn kept for just such circumstances. She dipped her quill in it...and hesitated.

Beautiful. Blond. Blue eyed. Cold.

She had just been a hologram.

...right?

Right.

Oh but to tell her I had met a fascinating hologram? She'd think me the silliest girl in the whole world, Phoebe thought, closing her eyes. She rubbed her brow. She heard a soft shifting noise and a snoring groan from her sister's lover and repressed a smile at the sound. She felt the glowing love from Katheryn, radiating into her mind.

She couldn't...keep her long.

Oh Lord, what to write?

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MOMENTUM: 0
THREAT: 6

TRAITS: None

[ ] Write the honest, bald faced truth. She may need to know about the "bug."
[ ] Write to tell her how she should embrace loving Amelia and also, ask her if you can visit the holodeck again. If she was just a hologram, you could surely get the computer to bring her back. You know. To talk...to her. Right?
[ ] Write in


Yo, dragon, I hear you cry: Why is there so much threat? well, we're FULLY into 2nd edition rules now BABY! Each session begins with 2 threat per PC! I've decided the main characters are Phoebe, Janeway, and then one more - maybe Kes, maybe someone else, we'll FIND OUT!
 
PERSISTANCE OF VISION (0.2) New
Phoebe sighed, quietly. She was, as always, the responsible one. She picked up her quill pen and began, earnestly.

My dearest sister - you must, of course, immediately tell this Amelia that you are boundlessly in love with her. Confess to her using the words of the poets if you yourself find your tongue lacking the qualifications, I can suggest several particularly fine pieces of both verse and prose that might assist you by some of our greatest authors. Even some Americans, if you'd prefer. Now, once you have admitted this...

She went on in this vein for some time, then finally, came around to the hardest part.

There...also is one more thing...

***
Janeway frowned across the table from Harry Kim, Bian T'are and B'lanna Torres. "And that's all she wrote," she said, tapping her finger on the crinkled letter she had laid out before her. Harry opened his mouth - clearly about to ask 'what about the other sixteen paragraphs' then closed his mouth. Instead, he let Torres lean back in her seat and speak up first.

"So, something is fucked with the holodeck. Are you sure your sister isn't just gay?" She asked. "Naked blonds with big tits show up in T'are's programs all the time, and it's just because she's gay."

"Um, polyamorous and pansexual," T'are said, frowning slightly. "But yes."

"My sister would not program a..." She looked down at the luminous figure, akin to Aphrodite herself, with a head of blond hair, shimmering and cascading down shoulders as broad and perfectly sculpted as and lifted her gaze up before the sentence went on to the next page. "...a girl like this."

The others exchanged a glance. None of them had met Janeway's sister, and none of them would. Phoebe was a quiet, reserved girl. And Janeway, and Katheryn for that matter, wanted people prying into their private lives. It was why Janeway was...clenching her teeth subtly. Phoebe had written the letter, and she had sent the information. It meant she wanted it to be shared. But it ranked her, deeply, to have people prying into her sister's life like this. B'lanna stuck her tongue into her cheek, dimpling it outwards. "The way i see it, we begin with the simple checks. We find out if there's a simple programming bug - maybe the reactive systems got turned on and it went all generative on us." She chuckled. "Considering the crew's age range and general marital status, it's not shocking that our computer systems tend towards the...blond and busty..."

Harry chuckled. "It's not that bad," he said.

"How long will that take?" Janeway asked.

"Twenty, thirty minutes, I think," B'lanna said, nodding as T'are smiled brightly.

"And what if it's not the obvious bug?" Janeway asked, tapping her sister's letter.

"...well, then we have to yank the whole holodeck apart," B'lanna said.

T'are and Harry winced at that.

B'lanna looked almost vengefully eager. She stood and smiled. "So, tell everyone their vacations are canned, Captain."

Janeway frowned at her.

"A-Actually, we only have to take apart the holodeck that threw up the unwanted simulation," T'are said. "Unless we pick up interpolation mixing in the branching simulation neural connections. So, technically, it just means that it'll force everyone to use the other deck instead."

B'lanna scowled, then looked as if she was weighing her options. "Fair."

Janeway nodded. "Stick to the one deck, if at all possible. We're all stressed and need our shore leave. So to speak."

As the three walked out, Janeway picked up her cup of coffee and looked down at her sister's long description of her holo-crush. She smirked, even as she heard Harry's voice.

"What do you have against holodecks, anyway?"

"Ever had to clean the filters on them?"

***
"Debugging...number...sixty four..." Harry Kim said, exhausted and worn down from having pulled out half a dozen components over four grinding hours. He tapped at the power conduit controls while T'are held up a tricorder and watched as the holo-emitter shimmered to life, then projected the perfect replica of a Borg. The grayish flesh, the wrinkled skin, the socketed ports, the hissing arms. The drone, lifting its arm and clicking its manipulator. Harry looked down at the power feeds, clicking his tongue.

"Everything looks fine, though, there's a slight uptick in processing..."

"It is trying to simulate a Borg drone to maximum effective scaling," B'lanna said.

"How detailed can the computer get at simulating Borg?" T'are asked.

"Well, it depends on how good a job Tuvok did," B'lanna said. "So, very." She smirked, slightly. "It wouldn't be a very useful tactical training tool if they didn't fall down properly." She sighed, then gestured to Harry. "Lets go to test two-"

The door to the holodeck hissed open and Kes stepped into the room. She was wearing her starfleet uniform - yellow for operations - and was looking about herself with a faintly uncertian expression. She nearly tripped over a snaking cable of EPS conduit that had been heaped onto the plating of the half-stripped room, and as she flailed her arms and got her legs under her, she gasped out. "What is going on in here?"

"Didn't you read the sign?" B'lanna asked.

"It said out of order!" Kes said, shaking her head. "That's why I came in here, I..." She hesitated, for a few moments, her mouth opening, then closing again as she looked at the Borg drone. "What is that?"

"A Borg," Harry said.

Kes shivered from her head to her toes. She had heard a lot about the Borg - not just from the Voyager crew, but from Kazon newscasts and documentaries. There had been a few Talaxian horror movies that Kes had watched in Neelix's bar, screaming and hiding behind her replicated popcorn with T'are. But to see one standing here in what felt like real life made her skin crawl. She slid her hands along her shoulders, then said.

"It's...a simulation, right?"

"Kes, honey, we use the holodeck all the time," T'are said. Then, slowly, she frowned. "...why?"

Kes opened her mouth.

Then closed it.

She cocked her head.

"...is the other holodeck in use?" she asked.

***​

Phoebe Janeway felt as if she had been utterly spoiled. She knew she should have turned it down, when Katheryn had revealed to her that she had secured her an extra slot of holodeck time. And when the ship was so pressed! She should have turned it down, she really should have. But it seemed that her sister felt bad about her losing out on time - and the enigmatic and confusing set of repairs and diagnostics that her multivarious crew had to work on apparently left at least one holodeck free for her to use. She had created for herself the manor home she so enjoyed and...in the spirit of things, she had asked the computer for a storm.

Rain beat against the window, beading and sliding along the glass, while distant thunder rumbled seconds after lightning flashed. Phoebe felt her entire body shiver with the excitement of it, even as she leaned back in her sitting chair and let the fire's warmth wash along her skin. She sighed, quietly...

And then she heard the thump.

It came from the roof over her head, from one of the rooms on the third story of her manor home. And it had not been the sound of the house settling. It had not been the sound of the rain.

It had been a thump.

And Phoebe sat there in her chair, her tongue stilled and her heart hammering. For a fleeting moment, she thought of speaking the computer's name, begging for an arch. For a way to get out of this place. But instead, a part of her spirit rebelled. She knew her sister saw her as something weak, something to be coddled. That was why she had been given this extra time. No? So...she stood, her hand shaking slightly. She picked up one of the silver candlesticks that the chamber held, feeling its weight in her palm - heavy. Stolid. Comforting. The cool gleam of its metal made her feel even more reassured, even as she gently lit the tapering wick and let the candle flare. She stepped from her sitting room and into the long, narrow corridors of the manor, lifting her hand up and holding the candle away from her head.

Its flickering, fitful light cast along what was normally so comforting. So...comfortable.

But suddenly, Phoebe wished she had not asked for a storm to be so fierce and terrible. The rain pattering against the windows left thick glittering beads along the black panes as she walked down the corridor...and then a flash of lightning cast the jagged insanity of the rainstorm against the wall, her own shadow seeming absurdly long and stretched. Phoebe gulped, then stood perfectly still...

Thump.

There was the noise again.

And it was followed by a slow, grinding creak. The sound of a door up the stairs being opened.

Phoebe took the steps one at a time - moving slowly, her heart in her throat. Someone was in the house with her. That...that was the only possible answer. And yet, she had not asked for anyone to join her. So, why did she not scream for the arch? Why did she not beg for the storm to be whisked away? The answer was humiliating, and it only came later.

She didn't think of it.

She came to the highest floor of her home, her candlelight spilling down the corridor. There was the door, open and yawning into blackness. Into darkness. Phoebe stepped to the doorway, her blood roaring in her ears. The light shone and for one terrifying moment, there was something in the room that should never have been there, a darkened shape that her mind saw as a predator, as a fearful creature from the darkness, as something horrifying. Then the candlelight, moving like a painter's brush sweeping along canvas, leaving peach pink skin, the edge of a buttocks, golden hair.

The woman from the spring jerked her head around, drawing in a sharp gasp. She frowned.

"You again," she said, her voice hot and angry. "This isn't..." She paused, then lifted her chin. "Who are you?"

Phoebe opened her mouth. "I...who are you!?"

The woman shot back, just as immediately. "My designation is irrelevant. Who are you and how are you here?"

"Where...this is my house!" Designation? Phoebe felt as if she was reeling.

The woman pursed her lips. "Incorrect. This is my dream."

Phoebe blinked.

Of all the things a naked, gloriously beautiful blond woman who had appeared in her holodeck would have said...

That was not one of them.

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MOMENTUM: 0
THREAT: 0

TRAITS: Holodeck is locked (1)

Hmm? Don't mind me just spending some threat hehehe...on what? Though? Hmm, it's a mystery! Hehe...

[ ] "Well, that's appropriate, as you seem to be of my dreams." (Then go into gay panic as you realize what you just said.)
[ ] "N-No, this is a...a holo...deck..." (Then Go into gay panic as you realize she's naked ahhhhhhh)
[ ] Write In

Hour 5-8: 3s, getting 1 momentum and doing 3 more work, putting you at Breakthru one - Kes' insight, just in time for the scene I planned to happen eight hours in! Now what has Kes learned? You will have to wait and see!
 
PERSISTANCE OF VISION (0.3) New
Phoebe spoke before she had even thought. "W-Well, that is appropriate," she said.

The blond looked at her, arching a single platinum eyebrow.

"...y-you are the girl of my dreams," Phoebe whispered, softly. Did I say that aloud? She thought.

"We are not a girl," the woman said, her voice flat and unfriendly.

Oh dear I did.

Phoebe stammered, holding up her hands, her fingers spreading wide, as if she was going to be able to slap her faux pas away. "Oh, no, I, that is, uh-" She realized that she was panicking. Her heart leaped into her throat, but the woman barreled over her, verbally speaking.

"We am Borg," she said.

Phoebe blinked at her.

"I...beg pardon?" She asked. "Is...is that...what's that?"

***
Kes, her palm to the door of the secondary holodeck, frowned and turned away. "There's definitely a presence in there - two of them," She said. "Well, two that are conscious at least - one is in a subdued state, I think that's Katheryn Janeway."

Tuvok and his hand picked team of security specialists exchanged a nervous glance. Well. Ensign Munroe was nervous, Tuvok was Tuvok. "Mr. Kim," Tuvok said. "Mr. Bian. Do either of you have any hypothesis as to how a Borg simulation has connected us, even in a secondary or tertiary fashion, to the Borg Collective."

"I have one," T'are said, her voice soft. "But you're not going to like it."

Tuvok nodded, while Commander D-91 gestured with one hand, clearly just as nervous as T'are was, despite being a robot.

T'are breathed in. "The simulations are based on the Borg drones recovered after the attack at Wolf-359 from the Agrippa and the Chien-Shiung Wu, both of which were boarded and disengaged after thirty six percent crew casualties. Both ships were recouped in the post-battle engagements." She gulped. "The Borg drones recovered were scanned and put into simulations across the fleet, so they could be tested against."

Tuvok nodded.

"However, the plurality of Starfleet ships are approximately fifty six thousand light years father away from the Borg Collective than we are," T'are said, her lips pursing.

D-91 was silent for a beat, his projected face flicking from a : | to a > : ( as he said: "Are you telling me, Lt. Bian, that every single Starfleet ship running contraborg holosimulations, right now, is potentially creating a link to the Collective that's only not working because of the inverse square law?"

"Yes," T'are said.

"Jesus Christ..."

"Indeed, Mr. Biessman," Tuvok said, dryly. "Has Voyager been compromised?"

"The Borg drone hasn't tried to assimilate anything. I don't know if a holographic nanoprobe can assimilate anything - but if the drone gets access to the replicator subsystems integrated with the holodeck-" T'are said.

"We can be in very serious trouble," Harry said.

Kes, her palms to the door, frowned and jerked her hands back.

"...another presence just appeared," she said, firmly.

***
The Borg was not looking at Phoebe as she stalked from the room. Phoebe, unable to think of anything but to follow her, spoke up. "D-Do you need...clothing? I can get you clothing." She nodded. "Uh, Arch!" She said. There was no response from the computer. The Borg stood in the corridor, looking around herself. Her lips were pursed, then she turned - her back curving almost like a cat's as she didn't seem to register a reason to shift her feet when she could just twist around her midsection. It made it painfully clear how flexible she was - and, furthermore, how little she thought of her body. Her eyes looked directly at Phoebe.

"This unit does not require clothing," she said. "We am Borg."

"W-Well, that's...good? I mean...uh..." Phoebe gulped. "Why are you here?"

The Borg ignored her. Phoebe had a nerve wracking worry hit her: Was she being ignored because she was irrelevent, or did the...was the Borg...upset with her? She walked after her. "Can I help y-"

"No," the Borg said.

There was a way people could say no that meant they were mad. The Borg wasn't speaking that way. But why did it feel like she was. Phoebe touched her fingers together.

"How did you get here?" Phoebe asked. "Is...if it's a dream, I, are...is there..."

The Borg stopped at the head of the stairs. She turned immediately, putting her hand on Phoebe's chest and pushing her backwards. Phoebe almost tripped over her own feet and her skirts, having to mince to keep herself from falling over. She skipped and hopped backwards as quickly as she could while the Borg continued to walk back down the corridor, away from the stairs.

"What's going on?" Phoebe asked.

"I am in danger," the Borg said.

"Wait, you? But, whoa, uh, the...this is...this place is not dangerous!" Phoebe said.

"No," the Borg said. By this point, they had reached the room that Phoebe had found her in and Phoebe stumbled back against a window. Rani continued to patter against it with thumb sized droplets - the reverberations felt easily through her fingers. "It appears that my access of this sub-portion of the Collective has been noticed. You will have to terminate this process. "

"...process?" Phoebe asked.

The Borg looked about the room - her eyes traveling first, then her head, as she scanned it as systematically as a bug. She picked up a porcelain vase, stepped over, then smashed it onto the ground with a crackling noise. She picked up a chunk, then held it to Phoebe, who took it, hesitantly.

"Use this," the Borg said, then touched her throat. "With the termination of this process, there will no longer be a...danger."

Phoebe had a very strange inkling. It was sliding up from the depth of her mind. Katheryn was pushing an emotion towards her. It was...confusion. But it was centered on a single part of this conversation - and so, Phoebe knew what to ask, even if she didn't know why.

"...did you say...I?" she asked.

The Borg actually looked taken aback.

"No," she said, immediately.

"No, you said I!" Phoebe said, growing certain this was important. "I am not going to...to do anything to you until you explain to me what is going on, who you are, what kind of danger this is!" She paused. "And this can't even cut people! See!" She pressed the bladed edge of the pottery to her own palm, dragging it there - and just as she had expected, the holodeck's safeties worked, to blunt the slash to just a pressure that she felt. She pursed her lips at the Borg.

"We are Borg," the Borg said. "And...we are dreaming."

"Then how are you here?" Phoebe asked. "Is this...an astral journey."

"No," the Borg said. "The Borg use technology and biology with parity. My dreams are-" She hesitated, shaking her head. "Our dreams are carried on subspace. Ours has been shunted here. Outside of the Collective. Now, that will be corrected, unless we are awakened and returned to the Collective."

Her lips turned down. "Now, unless you wish to continue to be an impediment, you will terminate this process. The holographic securities preventing biological damage will not apply to a holographic form."

Phoebe looked down at the shard of shattered pottery.

It was deadly sharp.

ANd then she heard, distantly, the sound of...something ticking. Metal things - ticking along the ground, as if a spider had been gilded, scuttling down the corridor and towards the closed door.

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MOMENTUM: 0
THREAT: 0

TRAITS: Holodeck is locked (1), Seven is Angry (1)

[ ] You can't just KILL her, how does she know that'd wake her up! Come up with some better plan.
[ ] Write in plan​
[ ] Ask Questions (Roll a gather information check)
[ ] Try and 'wake her up', uh, so to speak.
[ ] Write In
 
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