[ This definitely isn't a turn of events Janeway saw coming. Granted, that seems to be the eternal theme in the Delta Quadrant - expect the unexpected, but that is easier said than done. There's no way to prepare for the unexpected, even when you know it's coming.
A Starfleet ship in the middle of the Delta Quadrant is suspect enough, but there are a few other bits and pieces Harry and Tuvok quickly honed into. Anomalous temporal readings, for one, and the fact that the ship's signature wasn't... quite right. When Tuvok scanned the ship and found traces of Borg technology, that had been enough to get Kathryn's heart pumping. She and Chakotay quickly came to an agreement with wordless head-tilts and nods, and she was at the transporter room door in what felt like a timeless frenzy. She took a deep breath before she entered, clearing her mind. Expect the unexpected, she reminded herself.
So, somehow, she isn't nearly as surprised as she feels like she should be when she walks through the door. ]
I believe I do.
[ Her words hang in the air, and she can feel Harry's anxiety radiating off of him like a suffocating mist. It's distracting. But looking back at this... woman, well, that isn't helping, either. She's obviously Seven, but not her Seven. Not the one who is currently holed up in Astrometrics, being prickly and aloof and, hopefully, entirely oblivious to what's happening in the transporter room. It's not just the way she's dressed or the fact that she looks a little older. She holds herself in a different way. Kathryn likes to think she knows Seven well enough to pick up on that. ]
Report back to your stations. [ She turns to look at Harry. ] And not a word to anyone about this. Understood?
[ Harry doesn't seem to need any encouragement to agree and skitter out. Tuvok isn't as eager, but he leaves too, and once the room has cleared, Kathryn gestures to the door silently. She doesn't say a word as she quickly escorts Seven to sickbay, taking a few roundabout ways to avoid any high traffic areas. Once they reach sickbay, she secures the door to make sure no one barges in on them and gestures to one of the beds. ]
Take a seat. [ Her tone is soft, but not exactly welcoming. ] And tell me what you're doing on my ship.
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A Starfleet ship in the middle of the Delta Quadrant is suspect enough, but there are a few other bits and pieces Harry and Tuvok quickly honed into. Anomalous temporal readings, for one, and the fact that the ship's signature wasn't... quite right. When Tuvok scanned the ship and found traces of Borg technology, that had been enough to get Kathryn's heart pumping. She and Chakotay quickly came to an agreement with wordless head-tilts and nods, and she was at the transporter room door in what felt like a timeless frenzy. She took a deep breath before she entered, clearing her mind. Expect the unexpected, she reminded herself.
So, somehow, she isn't nearly as surprised as she feels like she should be when she walks through the door. ]
I believe I do.
[ Her words hang in the air, and she can feel Harry's anxiety radiating off of him like a suffocating mist. It's distracting. But looking back at this... woman, well, that isn't helping, either. She's obviously Seven, but not her Seven. Not the one who is currently holed up in Astrometrics, being prickly and aloof and, hopefully, entirely oblivious to what's happening in the transporter room. It's not just the way she's dressed or the fact that she looks a little older. She holds herself in a different way. Kathryn likes to think she knows Seven well enough to pick up on that. ]
Report back to your stations. [ She turns to look at Harry. ] And not a word to anyone about this. Understood?
[ Harry doesn't seem to need any encouragement to agree and skitter out. Tuvok isn't as eager, but he leaves too, and once the room has cleared, Kathryn gestures to the door silently. She doesn't say a word as she quickly escorts Seven to sickbay, taking a few roundabout ways to avoid any high traffic areas. Once they reach sickbay, she secures the door to make sure no one barges in on them and gestures to one of the beds. ]
Take a seat. [ Her tone is soft, but not exactly welcoming. ] And tell me what you're doing on my ship.