Q-Pid’s Arrow
1/4

by Caitlin (Dana) and Spooky
(ST:V, G, J/C)

Disclaimer: Until Hallmark comes out with collector’s ornaments for all 
Voyager’s characters and we can buy them for ourselves, Paramount and 
Viacom own them.  Spooky and Dana (Caitlin) own the story, so don’t try 
to steal it (though why you would want to is beyond is.;-)

Authors Notes:  We wrote this about a year ago.  We read over this 
recently and thought:  Spooky’s version *Boy, this sucks.*  Caitlin’s 
version: *Oy veh.*  So, we pretty much . . . well . . . changed the 
entire story, except maybe for the plot. . . but it was hopeless.  After 
you waste your time on this (our first and worst effort at something 
vaguely like a story), please don’t sue us for mental degradation. <LOL>

This story is dedicated to Zaphod, just cause we like ‘im.		
**
	“Captain’s Log: Stardate 101367.3. This past week was uneventful.  We 
have encountered no M-Class planets, no nebulas, and no ships in the 
area.”
	Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship  Voyager, finished 
her log entry.  She sighed as she stood and left her ready-room.  Lt. 
Tom Paris, the tall, blonde, helmsman was leaning back in his chair.  
	“This is exciting,” droned the Lieutenant, making a point of souding 
anything but sincere.   “If anything out of the ordinary happened around 
here, I’d die of shock.”
	“Oh, that’d be reason enough for me,” came a sly voice from behind him.  
	“Q,” sneered almost every crew member on the bridge.  No one really 
liked him.  Actually, they down right hated him.  
	*I don’t blame them!* thought Janeway.  She’d had her own little . . . 
experience with Q, and she wasn’t looking forward to this next 
encounter.
  	“Why Captain Janeway, “ Q said smoothly, “You look stunning!”
	“What do you want, Q?” Janeway said.  She wasn’t impressed by his 
attempt to woo her.
	“Aren’t you glad to see me?” 
	“Well, this wasn’t *quite* what I had in mind, but at least it spices 
things up a bit!” mumbled Tom under his breath.
	Q turned to face the young helmsman. “What’s that, Lt., is life a bit 
on the *dull* side?  I might be help. . . .”
	“Q!” yelled the Captain, but it was too late.  Q had vanished, but had 
left a little present behind for them . . . a Borg cube.
	“Well, I guess I’m about dead!” quipped the young helmsman.
	“Red alert!” commanded Janeway.  								The Borg cube filled the view 
screen. “We are the Borg,” droned thousands of low voices, “You will be 
assimilated.  Resistance is futile.”
	“I am Captain Kathryn Janeway, of the Federation Starship Voyager,”   
said Janeway.
	“You distinctivness will be added to our own.” came back the haunting 
reply.
	“Mute transmission,” ordered Janeway, her face expressionless.  “Get us 
out of here, Mister Paris,” she added.
	“Yes ma’am!” responded Tom.  He was more than happy to comply.
	Before he had a chance to do anything, though, a desperate voice came 
over the comm-system, which was sparked with static, “Torres to Bridge.  
Captain the Borg have. . . .”  Sparks flew from a console, and the 
transmission was severed.
	“Torres, are you there?  B’Elanna?” questioned Janeway, fear creeping 
into her voice.  Silence filled the bridge.
*
	“They don’t seem to be too worried about reserving fire-power, Captain.  
We can’t take this much longer!” yelled Ensign Harry Kim.  The ship 
rocked from another blow.
	“Status report, Ensign,” inquired the Captain.  Ensign Barquet was at 
tactical, as Lt. Cmdr. Tuvok had been injured.
	“Weapons array is off-line, warp and impulse engines are down.  We have 
a hull  breech on decks 5-7. Casualties are coming in.”
	“Leave them on the report. I’ll review them later.  We have to get 
through this first!” interrupted Captain Janeway.
	She tapped her comm badge, “Ensign Cairhein, get a security team down 
to Engineering immediately.”  She severed communication with the ensign, 
only to try to reach Engineering again, “B’Elann?  B’Elanna, are you 
there?!”  Panic filled her voice.  
	Suddenly, the front view-screen blinked on.  They were looking at the 
Borg cube.  Janeway braced herself for the usual , but it didn’t come.  
	There was a figure standing at the back of the screen, but Janeway 
couldn’t make it out.  Then the figure stepped forward.  Jaws dropped 
all over the bridge.  A strong creature stood before them, with a few 
metal implants on her face.
	“I am Zarine of BORG,” stated . . . B’Elanna.
*
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