GRAVITAS

Title: Gravitas, 15/26
Author: Jaye (Copyright October 2002)
Codes: VOY/TNG/DS9 Many Pairings NC-17

Disclaimer: Star Trek and all related characters and concepts are the property 
of Paramount. Gladiator belongs to Dreamworks SKG and Universal. No infringement 
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Summary: Treachery raises the stakes and changes lives when the leader of the 
Terran Empire seeks to restore the Federation.

Note: Very AU, as until now this was basically the film "Gladiator" set in a 
Star Trek universe. From here on out it's my own invention. No Maquis, no Delta 
Quadrant, etc. This is my response to Polly's Cha!Club challenge about movies. 
Sisko is older here than in canon.

***************

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Harry was following the flood of prisoners onto the Colosseum floor when he was 
jerked to a halt by a strong grip on his arm. "Hey!" he shouted as he whirled to 
face an older woman.

"Young man," Kate said sternly as she retained her grasp, "I'm sure your Admiral 
won't miss yet another impotent bystander wringing his hands. You'd do better 
spending your time helping us save Chakotay's life."

Harry's bewildered eyes wandered over the three very different women clustering 
around him. "How? The Emperor poisoned him---"

"We know," Keiko interrupted. "Or at least, we guessed. But if Tom was able to 
shoot Chakotay with the hypospray we gave him yesterday, there may still be a 
chance to help the Admiral."

"You're a member of the Imperial Fleet, right?" Jadzia recognized the disheveled 
uniform; she didn't even pause for Harry's answer. "Do you have a ship in orbit 
we could contact? One that can beam the Admiral to a stasis chamber?"

Harry's back straightened. He'd been unable to help Chakotay twice now; he 
refused to fail the man a third time. "Yes. Give me a communicator and I'll 
summon every damn ship in the Fleet."

Kate gave a wry smile and resisted the urge to ruffle the earnest young man's 
hair. "Just one will do. But we have to hurry." Her concerned blue eyes shifted 
for a moment to the solemn procession approaching them.

Harry nodded and followed the women out of the arena.

***************

Tom carefully cradled Chakotay's head as the slow journey toward the exit 
continued. He also kept an eye on Lucien, who was helping a dark-skinned Vulcan 
gladiator at Chakotay's left shoulder.

Hope and fear warred in Tom's heart. When he'd thrown his own body over 
Chakotay's he'd surreptitiously injected the limp form with the compound that 
Kate had dropped off during her "house call" yesterday to attend Lucien. He had 
no idea if it was an antidote or not, much less its effect.

At least Tom knew that his beloved wasn't dead; he could feel the faintest of 
pulses in Chakotay's neck. But there was a frightening stillness to the strong 
bronze form in their hands. Tom could barely wait until they were out of sight 
of the crowd, away from all the staring eyes. He needed to get Chakotay to 
Kate's office---fast. Every heartbeat they delayed put the fallen warrior's 
survival at greater risk.

The shadowed coolness of the corridor caught Tom's attention. He was surprised 
to see Harry Kim rush forward to slap a commbadge on Chakotay's chest. The young 
officer then stopped their progress with a crisp announcement. "Okay, anyone who 
wants to go with the Admiral to the starship Voyager's Sickbay, keep hold of 
him. If you want to stay here, there'll be hovercars arriving shortly to take 
you wherever you want to go."

Sisko murmured dryly, "Got to love military efficiency." Then he looked sharply 
at Harry and asked, "If I accompany you now, can you put me in contact with my 
son?"

"I'm sure that won't be a problem, sir," Harry answered. He watched Greg Ayala 
and the two Councilors carefully redistribute their part of the burden to the 
others and move aside.

"We'd better stay here and ensure the peaceful transition," Kathryn explained 
quietly. She briefly cupped Lucien's face, then laid one hand on Tom's shoulder 
and one on Chakotay's. She gave Tom an encouraging smile. "Take care of him."

Tom just nodded and watched her step away once more.

Harry gave a quiet command and the scientists, gladiators, Lucien, Tom, Chakotay 
and himself disappeared in a shimmer of light.

Kathryn turned to Greg Ayala. The seriousness of her expression was echoed by 
Geordi's as they confronted the leader of the Guards. "Well, Mr. Ayala, are you 
still in command of the Guard or are you headed for a Federation prison?"

Greg's gaze was somber and filled with guilt as he met her stare without 
flinching. "I don't know, ma'am, but you'll have my full cooperation, whatever 
my fate."

Geordi's face softened slightly as he laid a comforting hand on the obviously 
distraught man's shoulder. "You did the right thing, eventually. That's what 
counts."

"I know," Greg replied, "but Chakotay's already lost so much because of my 
inaction in the face of the Emperor's cruelty. I just hope he doesn't lose his 
life as well."

"As do we all," Kathryn echoed, her own eyes anxious.

The trio headed back to the arena to round up the other trusted Councilors and 
Guards for the trip to the Imperial Complex. There was much work to be done.

***************

The second the group materialized on Voyager, Kate sprinted for the stasis tube 
Harry had requested via commlink. Her fingers danced over the console as she 
adjusted settings. "Get the Admiral's leg wound cleaned and healed---quickly!" 
she ordered.

The others shifted Chakotay's body so he was face down on a biobed. Keiko 
snatched a small sonic cleanser/sterilizer from a startled Fleet nurse and set 
to work, while Jadzia appropriated a tricorder and regenerator. Between them the 
deep cut soon disappeared from the bronze flesh. He was turned over, then they 
took care of all the other bruises and lacerations.

Tom had one arm around Lucien, hugging the boy tightly to his side. The other 
hand was running almost compulsively through Chakotay's hair. His voice was 
tight with anxiety as he asked, "Is the antidote working? It *was* an antidote, 
right?"

Jadzia was frowning as she read the results of her scan. She looked up with an 
apologetic shrug. "Not exactly, Tom. The stuff we gave you was more of a 
preventative. It looks like we were able to temporarily arrest the damage the 
poison was causing, but we'll definitely need something else to clear his 
system."

She gestured and the silent spectators picked up Chakotay again, moving him to 
lie on his back inside the uncomfortably coffin-like stasis chamber.

Kate checked her settings one last time and switched on the machine.

Tom felt his gut clench at the soft click of the transparent canopy shutting 
Chakotay away from his touch. He stared down at the wan face.

"He's strong," B'Elanna said as she moved closer, responding to the fair man's 
obvious worry. She wondered what his relationship was to Chakotay.

Tom gave her a grateful smile. "I know," he whispered.

"And for now, he's holding his own," Kate said with a sigh of satisfaction, then 
looked around the room. "By the way, where's the ship's doctor?"

Captain Cavit, who entered in time to hear the question, answered grimly, "He 
decided to strike a blow for the Empire by trying to flood the ventilation 
system with knock-out gas. He's currently warming a bunk in the brig, and I'd 
prefer he stayed there."

Kate nodded, then briskly approached the officer, patting Tom's and Lucien's 
shoulders as she passed them. "If you don't mind then, Captain, we'll take over 
for the moment. There's still a lot of research to be done if we're going to 
save the Admiral's life."

She held out her hand. "Dr. Kate Pulaski," she gestured Jadzia and Keiko over. 
"My colleagues, Jadzia Dax and Keiko Ishikawa."

Cavit shook hands with all three. "You have free run of the labs and Sickbay. My 
people will assist you any way they can."

Keiko spoke up as she pulled out a data padd. "If we can get this information 
into your medical database, we can begin using your systems to further analyze 
the toxin and come up with a way of safely removing it from Chakotay's body."

"I can do that," Harry volunteered as he claimed the device and moved to one of 
the terminals. B'Elanna followed, feeling the awakening of an interest in 
technology from her pre-slavery days.

"As for everyone else," Cavit said, looking over the motley group, "I'll have 
cabins set aside for your use. I've already contacted Captain Riker to let him 
know Chakotay is aboard. After you've changed and eaten, we should have an 
update on what's happening across the Empire, and we can discuss where you'd all 
like to go and arrange transportation for you."

Tom merely nodded. He and Lucien wouldn't be leaving Chakotay's side.

************************************************************

Reg and Marla shared satisfied smiles and a quick victory kiss as they confirmed 
their Empire-wide---no, Federation-wide---security measures were intact. They 
detected another takeover attempt on Mars, and quickly informed their Guard 
liaison of the location.

After they had secured the computer systems and media linkups, the couple had 
retreated to a safe house to await further instructions from Capt. Riker. And to 
wonder if it had been Chakotay's body or his corpse that had been carried from 
the Colosseum.

The news of Chakotay's fragile but continued life had come from an unusual 
source: a private call from Jake Sisko. He also relayed a request from Riker for 
the two technicians to arrange a multi-location briefing with the Councilors and 
Guard leaders on Earth.

While Reg and Marla had moved to the main government complex to coordinate the 
briefing time and locations, the INN researcher-turned-reporter had also been 
busy. He'd begun broadcasting from the Enterprise almost as soon as Chakotay had 
been beamed off-planet, reporting the changes in government taking place all 
across the Empire.

The young man had also aired Chakotay's recorded hopes for the people, as well 
as his recollections of the wishes of Jean-Luc Picard.

The eloquence and genuine sincerity of the former Admiral's and Emperor's words 
did much to keep people calm during a time when things could easily have 
descended into chaos and anarchy. There was even a sense of renewal blossoming 
across the systems.

But everyone hoped that Chakotay would be able to speak for himself soon.

***************

Mortimer quietly relayed the news about Chakotay's condition in person to Billy, 
Tal, and Noah. He didn't want one of the newshounds jumping on the information 
just to get a scoop on the other networks or reporters.

INN, re-dubbed FNN, had already been first with the story of the massacre at 
Dorvan V, as well as the list of names of Guards who'd participated in those and 
other atrocities against Imperial citizens.

There were also rumors that Chakotay had been poisoned before facing Julian 
Bashir Picard in combat. Mort had believed that one even before hearing from 
Jake. It was the only explanation for the gladiator's obvious struggles and 
eventual collapse. In a way he was glad Chakotay had killed the Emperor. He had 
a feeling the crowd would have torn their former leader apart, and there had 
already been more than enough violence in the scant months of Julian's reign.

But at least now most of the perpetrators of the Emperor's cruelty were in 
prison, awaiting trial. Hopefully, the reports of the transfer of power would 
continue to be peaceful and optimistic. The changes being instituted by the 
Council were a fine start, as well as the arrangements for elections across the 
former Empire.

To make the day perfect they just needed some good news on the personal front. 
Mort tried to convey to his companions Jake's hope for the Admiral's return to 
health. Of course, the team didn't brood for long. They immediately launched 
into action, doing what they did best: research. They were making discreet 
inquiries via official and not-so-official channels, seeking any scrap of 
information to aid Chakotay.

Mort settled back into his seat with a nod at a busily typing Tal, then turned 
on his computer to continue his own efforts.

***************

Jake practically flew from Voyager's transporter platform into his father's 
embrace. "I was so worried about you," he admitted as he tightened his arms.

Sisko leaned back with a grin and rubbed a gentle hand over Jake's close-cropped 
hair. "Never underestimate the old man," he said, then sobered. "I watched your 
broadcasts. You're a hell of a reporter, Jake."

Jake blushed and ducked his head at the praise. "It wasn't bad for a first try, 
I guess. The network's picking up all the exclusives I send."

Will Riker, who'd also beamed aboard from the Enterprise, clapped a hand on the 
young man's shoulder. "We're glad to have you, Jake. You've been a big part of 
this, so you should continue so." He quickly assessed the older man as he asked, 
"So this is your father?"

"Yes. Captain Riker, this is Benjamin Sisko. Dad, Captain Will Riker." Jake 
nervously regarded the two powerful men as he made the introductions.

Will refused to ignore the awkwardness of the situation. "I can't say I approve 
of your enslaving Chakotay, Mr. Sisko, but a lot of us *are* grateful that you 
did what you could to protect him from the Emperor."

Sisko's answer was as direct as his gaze. "Frankly, I don't care what your 
opinion is of how I ran my business, Captain." He shrugged. "But since I'm *out* 
of that business now, I trust we can deal tolerably well together for as long as 
I'm here."

Riker continued to lock eyes a moment, then gave his own shrug and grin. "Well, 
sir, I'd say your timing is impeccable, considering the new constitution will 
abolish slavery and gladiatorial combat before the end of the day."

Jake relaxed as the two men amicably continued to talk on the way out the door.

***************

Cleaned, fed, and leaving a sleeping Lucien tucked in bed in their newly 
assigned quarters, Tom had resumed his vigil in Sickbay. He rested his hand a 
moment on the canopy of the stasis chamber, sending love and encouragement to 
the man sleeping within.

Tom noticed that in the interim someone had bathed Chakotay and dressed him in 
Fleet Sickbay pajamas. Though he would have liked to have done the job himself, 
giving him a precious minute or two with Chakotay without the glass between 
them, he was grateful. The change of outfit was a visual reminder that his 
beloved was no longer a slave, a gladiator constantly in danger.

He looked at the biomonitor. Chakotay's metabolism was slowed to almost 
negligible levels. The damage caused by the toxin was still present. It was a 
blessing for Chakotay to be unconscious. If he weren't, he'd be in excruciating 
pain right now.

With a heartfelt sigh Tom drifted into the office, where Jadzia and Keiko were 
peering at their terminals. He jumped when the Trill's fist suddenly slammed 
onto the desk with a "Damn!"

Keiko echoed her lover's exclamation and pushed herself away from the computer. 
"No doubts this thing's Cardassian. It's just so damn pernicious." She ran her 
fingers through her hair in an irritated gesture.

"I take it things aren't going well?" Tom asked quietly.

The women exchanged a guilty look before Jadzia answered, "I'm going to be 
straight with you, Tom. We're not getting anywhere with this. Even with the 
Fleet database we're stumped on how to do more than hold this poison at bay."

Tom stiffened his shoulders against the wave of despair. "So what's our next 
step?"

"Kate's already taking it," Keiko reassured him. "After she gives her report at 
the meeting, she's going to ask for help." Her eyes softened. "You'd better get 
to the briefing room yourself or they'll start without you."

Tom nodded and with one last look toward the stasis chamber, departed for the 
conference room.

***************

Josh Cavit watched as Riker settled into the seat at the head of the table. He'd 
been surprised at first when his friend suggested Voyager as the venue for this 
meeting. The Enterprise certainly had bigger conference rooms.

Voyager's captain sighed, his brows drawing together as his eyes lighted on Dr. 
Pulaski. He knew why Will had come here. To be closer to Sickbay. The same place 
everyone's thoughts no doubt wandered from time to time, the stasis chamber 
where Chakotay lay unconscious. He couldn't be released from the protection of 
that death-like sleep until they found a way to free him from the prison of pain 
and weakness the Emperor had confined him to.

Still, Chakotay was alive. That in itself was something of a medical miracle. 
The ladies' research and Harry's quick actions had managed to foil Julian's plan 
to condemn a good man to death.

Cavit smiled as he watched Harry, more confident and animated than he had ever 
seen the day-old Lieutenant. Mr. Kim was sharing a padd with the half-Klingon 
woman---B'Elanna?---apparently discussing an article from the latest technical 
journals. The ex-gladiator looked to be holding her own, her features flushing 
attractively as she spiritedly defended her opinion.

Also watching the pair was the other newly-freed slave, a Vulcan named Tuvok. 
Cavit had read with interest the man's background, intrigued by his former 
career in security.

He was like most of the victims who had ended up in chains or dead on some arena 
floor. Tuvok had simply done his duty, and the twisted policies created by the 
Empire's hunger for new slaves had turned the rescue of some accident victims 
into a crime.

A crime that, if the man had not proven himself such an able fighter, would have 
punished him with death. Cavit was glad that the whole institution would be 
abolished, crushed under the weight of the founding principles of the new 
Federation.

He felt a sense of pride that he had been part of this great change, that he'd 
had the courage to follow Admiral Chakotay into defiance of the status quo. His 
gaze shifted to Captain Ransom, whose pensive expression as he too watched the 
ex-slaves seemed to reflect similar thoughts.

Yes, they could all hold their heads up high for what they had done these last 
few days. Even those whose behavior before yesterday was less than exemplary.

Cavit looked to where Ben Sisko was listening to his son, the older man's eyes 
twinkling with amusement as Jake's arms swooped through the air. He wondered 
what Ben Sisko would be doing now. The businessman had officially freed all of 
the people in his possession, both on Earth and elsewhere. He'd also been 
surprisingly generous, arranging an account to provide a stake for each of his 
former slaves.

It was obvious that news had pleased his son, Jake. The earnest young man had 
been up front in his news reports about his father's former occupation, but he'd 
also been quick to suggest other ex-slavers take the same sort of actions for 
their own people. The most likely alternative, he'd innocently pointed out in a 
Federation-wide broadcast, was a tax or property seizure to fund a government 
program.

*That* subtle threat got things in gear. Accounts were opening all over the 
place. A government agency would probably be created anyway, just to make sure 
all those in captivity were either freed or put back in legitimate prisons for 
non-political crimes, and that compensation was equitable.

The door opened, and Tom Paris hurried in to fill the last empty seat.

Cavit had been impressed by the younger man's resilience, and the way he'd kept 
his cool in the life-threatening situation he'd been thrown into from the moment 
Julian ascended the throne. He was sure Paris hadn't had an easy time of it, 
working against the Emperor while staying so close to him. Not to mention the 
risks to Paris's son.

Or Tom's apparently deep feelings for Chakotay. Cavit knew there couldn't have 
been anything between the men; the Admiral wasn't one to cast aside his marriage 
vows, and Paris didn't seem the adulterous type either. So whatever relationship 
had existed must have been crafted of what might have beens.

Still, it warmed Cavit's heart to know that Chakotay had someone waiting for 
him. After losing his family, village, tribe, and freedom, it was going to take 
someone very special to help Chakotay heal. Fortunately, it looked like Paris 
was ready, willing, and able to take up the challenge. Cavit dearly hoped he 
would get the chance. Soon.

***************

Will nodded to Tom, then activated a console set in the tabletop. The wall 
panels lit up. One held the new Federation symbol, the other Reg and Marla. 
"Hi," Will said with a smile, "Everything set?"

"Yes, sir," both Reg and Marla answered at once. They blushed, shared a small 
smile, then turned back. Reg nodded and continued, "We have the Councilors ready 
in a room nearby. Gregor Ayala and Joseph Carey will represent the Guard along 
with---" he consulted Marla's padd "---your Captain Ransom."

The view pulled back, revealing the two men dressed in purple-and-black sitting 
at a small table with the couple.

The strain in Ayala's dark eyes was apparent to Will; he almost wished Deanna 
had accompanied him to the meeting. He sighed regretfully. His fiancée was busy 
arranging counseling for those former gladiators and slaves who would have 
difficulty processing their experiences and sudden freedom. Will just nodded to 
the man he had once thought of as a dear friend.

"We're ready here, so let's get the Councilors on line." Will's quiet order 
produced a flurry of tapping from Marla.

She lifted her head with a nod and smile as the other wall panel lit up. "Done," 
she said with quiet satisfaction, observing their own set of panels showing the 
Voyager group, and Kathryn and Geordi in front of a small crowd of humans.

"Captains, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending this update and 
strategy session." Kathryn's genuine smile gave truth to the diplomatic phrases 
as she continued. "It has been a long day, but I wanted us to come together 
briefly to reflect on what we've accomplished, and what is yet to be done."

Will stifled a grin, suddenly glad Tasha was back on Enterprise holding down the 
fort. Her reaction to this pomp and circumstance would probably have been 
more...overt...than B'Elanna's grimace and eye-roll.

Apparently Kathryn had caught the look, because she grinned and pushed up her 
sleeves. "Let's get to work, people."

************************************************************

"Okay," Geordi said as he referred to the padd in his hand, "we have most of the 
Fleet back guarding the borders. The special task force of Guard and Fleet ships 
will also be deployed to ensure the abolition of slavery and establish free and 
honest elections. We've got to fill all the new Council seats for the non-core 
worlds."

Kathryn hid a yawn and wished for coffee. Her fellow Councilor was definitely 
the perkiest member of this group. It had been a long four hours, hashing out 
the redistribution of Imperial resources, the duties of the Fleet and Guard, 
parliamentary and election procedures, as well as the re-establishment of a 
Federation President and judiciary.

Not to mention officially approving and funding Deanna Troi's network of 
counselors for the freed slaves, as well as anyone else who would have 
difficulties adjusting to the change from Empire to Federation. A man named Mark 
Johnson had been named Deanna's second-in-command and the program's liaison to 
the Council. Kathryn hoped she would be awake enough to pay proper attention 
during their first meeting tomorrow.

***************

Kate Pulaski kept herself from fidgeting by sheer force of will. She hadn't 
realized she'd have to wait through all the official business, *and* everyone 
voicing their opinions of the new constitution that had been drafted. The 
liberal-minded doctor had been pleased to note, however, that the Council had 
solicited feedback on the document from representatives of every non-human 
species, since their full rights were to be reinstated after too many years of 
being second-class citizens.

But finally, it was time for Kate to speak. "I know you've all read my report on 
Admiral Chakotay's condition. What you also need to realize is that as of right 
now, we have no way of clearing the Cardassian toxin from his system." Her 
frustrated gaze swept the other faces in the room. "Jadzia and Keiko are two of 
the best in the field, but we've run simulations of every scenario and antidote 
we can think of and come up empty."

She looked toward Will's grim face. "I'd like to request some more consultants 
on this. Otherwise there's no hope of ever getting Chakotay out of that stasis 
chamber."

"I have a suggestion, or rather, my research colleagues do." Jake leaned forward 
intently; his words drew the attention of everyone in the room and on the 
screens. "They came across the work of a Dr. Lewis Zimmerman. He's both a doctor 
and a holoprogrammer, and he's designed a prototype hologram to serve as an 
emergency doctor on board starships."

Jake's voice rose with excitement. "It's an active diagnostic and research tool. 
Don't you see? It's like having a doctor with the entire medical history of the 
Federation and Empire memorized. Maybe *he* can figure out an antidote for the 
Admiral."

Kate leaned back in her chair, her expression full of speculation. "If nothing 
else, it might give us a new direction to go in, some new angle of research." 
She shrugged, "And we could ask Dr. Zimmerman to pitch in as well."

***************

Tom was gratified when all eyes turned to him for the final say. It was a clear 
acknowledgement that he was, in essence, Chakotay's next of kin. He swallowed 
the lump in his throat and said, "That sounds like a place to start, but I'd 
rather get as many people as possible working on curing Chakotay."

B'Elanna frowned in puzzlement. "What are you going to do? Put his medical file 
on the news networks and wait for some elementary-school chemistry student to 
call in with a cure?"

He looked at her steadily. "Yes."

Tuvok raised an eyebrow. "Is that the wisest course of action? To spread word 
throughout the quadrant of a powerful Cardassian poison would raise speculation 
over Emperor Jean-Luc Picard's death. It is illogical to focus on the past when 
our greatest concerns during the transition are with the future."

Kathryn's eyes were grave as she offered her concern. "Tom, I can understand 
your desperation here. Everyone wants to see Chakotay on the road to recovery. 
But are you sure you're ready for the publicity? The people---*all* the people--
-want to know the Admiral's condition. YYou open the floodgates like that and 
there will be a media frenzy."

Jake sighed and nodded. "As a journalist I hate to admit it, but the Councilor 
is right. If the nets get wind of the Admiral's location they'll descend like 
locusts. The sensors will read so many ships packed around Voyager you'll be 
able to travel from here to the Colosseum hopping from hull to hull."

Tom sighed as he reconsidered his plan, his brows knitting as he pondered the 
best course of action. He wondered what Chakotay would suggest. Suddenly his 
face cleared and his soul calmed as he came to a decision. He looked at each 
person staring at him, waiting for his answer. "Okay, here's what I'd like to 
do. Get a hold of Dr. Zimmerman and his medical marvel, let them take a crack at 
the case. If they blow it, then we send the files to every trustworthy doctor 
and researcher we can think of. We don't specifically mention Chakotay, or 
Cardassia. He'll be just another anonymous patient needing a consultation."

He turned to Jake. "I'd also like you, Jake, to write up something for broadcast 
that basically says Chakotay is alive but facing a long and difficult recovery." 
He shrugged. "It's no more than the truth. And people are worrying so I think we 
at least need to tell them that he's not dead."

"But that will bring the newshounds right to your door," Jake protested.

Tom gave him a small smile. "No they won't, because we won't be here." His voice 
was clear and sure as he said, "I've decided to fulfill Chakotay's final 
request. I'm going to take him home. To Dorvan."

TBC