Star Trek Section 31 #2: Shadowby Dean Wesley Smith, Dean Wesley Smith
Someone or something is trying to kill Seven of Nine. As the crew races against time to save millions of/i>
They are the self-appointed protectors of the Federation. Amoral, shrouded in secrecy, answerable to no one, Section 31 is the mysterious covert operations division of Starfleet, a rogue shadow group committed to safeguarding the Federation at any cost.
Someone or something is trying to kill Seven of Nine. As the crew races against time to save millions of refugees from an imminent stellar cataclysm, the former Borg becomes the target of several seemingly random but potentially lethal "accidents." The investigation reveals a truth more terrifying than anyone ever imagined, as Captain Kathryn Janeway and the crew of the Starship Voyager fight for their lives against the most unexpected enemy of all.
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Shadow Section 31 (Star Trek: Voyager)
By Dean Wesley Smith
Star TrekCopyright © 2001 Paramount Pictures
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Chapter One23 hours, 7 minutes
Seven of Nine opened her eyes. Her regeneration was incomplete. Someone had interrupted her. She scanned the darkened cargo bay, her senses on alert. It took her only a moment to spot B'Elanna Torres standing near the alcove's controls.
"Sorry to wake you," Torres said. Like the others on board, she did not properly refer to Seven's regeneration cycle.
Seven did not "sleep" as they did, so the term "waking up" did not actually apply to her. Instead, during her regeneration cycle, repairs were made to her cortical subprocessor, and her day-to-day functions were improved.
Of course, she knew better than to correct Lieutenant Torres. That would lead to an argument - the same argument they had had before, in fact - and that would be inefficient.
"I trust you had a reason for disturbing me," Seven said.
"The captain is intrigued by those two suns that we found. The collision will happen soon, and she wants to divert course so that we can record it." Torres shrugged. "She said -"
"'How many other starships would get an opportunity like this one?'"
Torres raised an eyebrow. "She spoke to you about this?"
"No." Seven sounded as weary as she felt. "She has said similar things about astronomical events before."
Torres crossed her arms. "You don't agree with her on this one?"
"I believe watching two suns collide will be interesting, but it will also be dangerous. If we are too close ..." Seven let her voice trail off. Torres knew what would happen. They all did.
"That's why the captain had me wake you," Torres said.
Seven resisted the urge to correct her.
"She wants us to calculate the exact moment when those stars will hit each other."
"I believe you are capable of doing that on your own."
Torres gave her a small smile. "I'll take that for the backward compliment it was."
"You already told the captain that."
"Of course. But she wants more than one set of eyes on this. She trusts yours, for some reason."
The edge was still there. Seven stepped out of her alcove. She and Torres had reached a kind of peace over the years that Seven had been on Voyager, but it was an uneasy peace. They respected each other, but actual friendship between them might never be possible. They could barely have a conversation without irritating each other.
"I shall meet you in astrometrics," Seven said.
"I'll walk with you," Torres said. "I have some figures on this padd, and I'd like to go over them with you."
Seven sighed inwardly. She had hoped for a moment alone. Of course that would not happen. When Captain Janeway wanted something, she wanted it immediately.
She took the padd from Torres's hand and started toward the door of the cargo bay. It had only been two hours since she had entered her alcove. She did not feel as fresh as she should have. She had just entered the most important part of her regenerative phase when Torres had interrupted her. Seven would have to reprogram the alcove next time to compensate.
Torres kept pace with her as they left the control area. "The gravitational fluctuations are severe." She was at Seven's right, leaning in toward the padd. "We'll have to -"
Seven felt the explosion before she heard it. A wave of energy and debris sent her flying across the bay. Then the sound followed, so loud that it felt as if her ears had imploded. Her system registered light and heat and power as she tumbled like a weed in the wind.
The instant stretched into forever, and then to her surprise, she found herself on her back against one of the barrels, her feet twisted beneath her. She did not remember landing.
Her body ached and her ears rang, but she did a quick systems check. Except for scrapes and bruises, she was undamaged.
She used her elbows to prop herself up.
Her section of the bay was ruined. Metal shards and still pulsating chunks of electronics were scattered all over the section. A fire burned where her alcove used to be, and the main control panel looked as if it had melted.
She did not see Lieutenant Torres, but she did see the padd. It had been flat, and now it was L-shaped, as if someone had folded it down the middle.
"Lieutenant?" Seven's voice sounded faint to her own ears. The ringing was irritating. She would have to consult the Doctor about it. "B'Elanna?"
Still no answer. Or if Torres had tried to answer, the ringing in Seven's ears prevented her from hearing it. She pushed herself to her feet, felt new aches in her back and thighs and saw that she was bleeding from a cut along her forearm.
The bay was filling with acrid smoke. Her eyes were starting to water.
She had to think clearly. She had been standing next to Lieutenant Torres when the explosion occurred. Seven had ended up near a barrel, and the padd had landed several feet away. If the explosive force had hit them equally, then compensating for weight and direction, Lieutenant Torres should have landed equidistant from Seven's right.
Seven turned in that direction, feeling slightly dizzy. The explosion had affected her balance. Perhaps she was not as undamaged as she had initially thought.
The smoke was getting thicker, and part of the ringing she had attributed to her own ears was actually the sound of a klaxon. The rest of the ship would know that something had happened. Help would arrive soon.
But not soon enough. That smoke was making her lungs burn. She had to find Lieutenant Torres and get her out of here.
A pile of crates had toppled onto each other. They had held herbs, spices, and dried ingredients for Neelix's recipes. Now the foodstuffs were spread all over the floor, along with the blinking electronics equipment and bits of superheated metal.
Seven picked her way across the debris. "Lieutenant Torres?"
Still no response. She pushed aside one of the crates, accidentally sprinkling herself with some pungent Talaxian spice, and then she saw Lieutenant Torres, sprawled facedown, her uniform ripped, bleeding from several wounds on her back. A piece of hot metal leaned against her right arm, and as Seven bent down, she could smell the seared flesh.
"B'Elanna?" she said softly.
The smoke had grown so thick that Seven could barely see. Lieutenant Torres wasn't moving. Seven hit her combadge. She couldn't hear if it made its small chirrup or not.
"Seven of Nine to bridge, medical emergency," she said. "Lock on to this signal. Two to beam directly to sickbay."
She was about to give up and pick up B'Elanna in a fireman's carry when the transporter took them.
23 hours, 5 minutes
Lyspa stood in the public viewport, arm around her daughter, Andra. Andra was ten, and had the honor of being the first child born on Traveler, although certainly not the last. Population was tightly controlled so that the balance was carefully maintained. Once a death was announced, the next petitioner in line received permission to conceive a new life. Lyspa hadn't tried to have a second child. She had been pregnant with Andra when she boarded the ship, leaving Andra's father behind.
He was dead now.
All those left behind were dead now.
Before her, the blackness of space extended as far as she could see. Pinpoints of light marked the cold unblinking stars that held Traveler's future. The future of eight hundred million Rhawns, all bound together in their civilization's greatest achievement - a colony ship. If, indeed, this fragile, cobbled creation they traveled in could be called a single ship.
Behind her, voices murmured as other Rhawns relaxed in the lounge. Vendors sang their wares in harmony and Lyspa knew it would only be a matter of time before Andra asked for a treat.
"How come we can't see it?" Andra asked.
Lyspa looked down at her daughter, at her lavender hair (the color of her father's), her slightly golden skin. She wore a deep purple jumpsuit to accent her unusual coloring - she had learned early that appearances meant everything in their section of the giant ship.
"See what?" Lyspa asked.
"The suns," Andra said. "My teacher says they're going to hit each other really soon now. Shouldn't we be able to see them?"
It was a lesson to her, a bit of history, a cosmic anomaly. Lyspa had kept from her daughter her deepest fears, that Traveler hadn't made it far enough outside of the solar system to escape the effects of the collision, that when the suns hit, the energy released would destroy Traveler too.
"We haven't been able to see them for a long time," Lyspa said. "Surely your teacher has placed them on the viewer."
Andra nodded. "But it's not the same. How come we can't see them here?"
She had never asked this before. She had never been interested before. Lyspa didn't know if the new curiosity was a good thing or not.
"From this window we're looking toward the future." Lyspa said, amazed that her voice sounded so calm. Inside, her heart had twisted. Memories of a world she had loved were so close she could touch them, of a solar system she had seen both from gray grass of her home and from the cold blackness of space. A solar system and a world long gone. "Out there, we will find a new home."
Andra grunted in disgust. "Traveler is my home. I don't need any place else."
Because she hadn't known anything else. She knew the plants of her homeworld because she worked in the gardens, as all of the children did.
She had even experienced weather. The sphere had replicated the land as best it could, with streams, and small mountains, and farmland.
But it wasn't the same as having a summer sun against your back, feeling a breeze that brought with it hints of a distant continent, a bit of the ocean. It seemed artificial to Lyspa, and yet it was all Andra knew.
"I want to see the suns," Andra said into her mother's silence.
"I'll pay for some view time later tonight if you'd like," Lyspa said.
"No. I can get that in school. I was just hoping things would change out there." She swept her hand toward the giant reinforced windows, open to the stars. "It never changes out there."
It always changed out there. Lyspa saw the differences every day. Her daughter's comment made her wonder what the school had been teaching.
Or what she herself had been failing to teach.
She had been silent on the subject of stars for too long. Perhaps, after the collision, she would be able to speak of them. Perhaps.
If Traveler survived.
22 hours, 35 minutes
"Stop squirming, Seven," the Doctor said, his hand clamped on Seven's shoulder. For a hologram, he had an annoyingly tight grip. "The inner ear is a delicate instrument. Yours has sustained slight damage. If you move in the wrong direction, I may make it worse."
"And then you will correct it," Seven said. "You do not scare me with these exaggerations."
The Doctor sighed. "Just hold still."
She did, although she didn't want to. The ringing in her ears had yet to completely abate, but being in sickbay was getting her nowhere. She wanted to investigate that explosion.
Tuvok was still interviewing Torres. Torres had suffered no inner ear damage, although she had received pieces of shrapnel in her back and legs. She also had taken a hard blow to the head, but, as the Doctor said, if anyone could survive a hard blow to the head, it was B'Elanna Torres.
Seven knew he had not meant it as a compliment. The Doctor hated having an impatient Klingon in his sickbay. And when B'Elanna Torres was sick, she became one hundred percent Klingon.
Tom Paris hovered over Torres, even though his limited medical skills were no longer needed. He seemed at a loss and somewhat disconcerted by Torres's injuries. It was as if he had never seen an injured person before.
"Seven," the Doctor said. "Hold still."
"I am holding still. You are the one who has been moving."
Tuvok was asking Torres the same ridiculous questions he had asked Seven, although he didn't need to use a padd to ask them as he had with Seven. The ringing in her ears had grown so severe that she had to ask Tom Paris if he knew how to stop it. That, in turn, got the Doctor to do more than a cursory examination of her, and he had found the damage in her inner ears.
At least the ringing was diminishing. Now she had to hear those inane questions all over again. Had she seen anyone in the cargo bay who did not belong? Had she noticed any equipment malfunction? Had there been any warning?
If there had been warning, Seven would have gotten them out of the bay. The explosion had happened - as Tom Paris was wont to say - out of the blue.
"There." The Doctor finally put his arm down. "All finished. Although I'm beginning to think I should do something for that neck wobble of yours."
Seven slid off the biobed. "I do not have a neck wobble."
"Yes, you do," the Doctor said. "I think it stems from insatiable curiosity. If I had known you were going to watch everything Commander Tuvok did, I would have faced you in his direction."
Seven raised her eyebrow, giving the Doctor her most intimidating stare. "Commander Tuvok is asking the wrong questions."
"Oh?" That response came from across the room. Apparently Tuvok heard her. "What questions do you believe I should be asking?"
"You should be consulting the equipment," Seven said. "We may have suffered something as simple as a systems malfunction."
"A limited systems malfunction that destroys only your alcove and the board that controls it?" Tuvok asked. "A malfunction that creates a contained explosion which does not damage anything outside of the cargo bay?"
"Do you believe someone deliberately set this explosion?" Seven asked.
"I do not believe anything," Tuvok said. "All I have are the facts in evidence. A check of normal systems before the explosion did not show anything out of the ordinary."
"Have you looked in the bay?" Seven asked, remembering the destruction.
"The environmental systems did not respond to the smoke or the fire," Tuvok said. "We had to isolate the bay, then take care of the problems manually before we could send a team inside."
Seven drew herself to her full length. "Have you assembled your team?"
"Yes." Tuvok's gaze measured her. "It is a security team."
He seemed to have anticipated her next question and was letting her know, in his gentle but firm way, that his answer was no.
Still, she had to ask. "I request permission to be on that team."
"Do you suspect me?"
"Then I see no reason to keep me off the team."
"Having you along does not follow protocol."
"I know more about that alcove than anyone else."
"Yes," Tuvok said. "And the attack may be perceived as a personal one. I would prefer to have more objective team members."
He nodded at the Doctor and Torres, and then he left. Seven stared at the closing sickbay door.
"Wow," Torres said. "You really pushed him."
"Yeah," Paris said. "If I didn't know better, I would think you almost made him angry."
"My point was not to make him angry," Seven said. "I should be part of the investigation team."
"Well, you won't change his mind now," Torres said.
"That much is clear." Seven strode toward the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" the Doctor asked.
She gave him her most intimidating look again. It irked her that he did not seem affected by it. "Your repairs are satisfactory, Doctor. I am now going to astrometrics, where I have a stellar collision to observe."
"I'll join you shortly," Torres said.
"If you have dizziness troubles, balance problems, or more ringing in your ears, I want you back here immediately," the Doctor said.
Seven did not reply. The sickbay doors hissed open and she stepped through them into the corridor.
The ship smelled faintly of smoke, but she suspected that came more from her imagination than the environmental systems. The corridor was filled with crew members, going in various directions, doing their jobs as if nothing had happened. Normally, she liked this feature of Voyager, the way that no event, large or small, could get in the way of the ship's basic functions. But at the moment, it irritated her.
Perhaps Tuvok was right. Perhaps she had personalized the incident more than she realized. Perhaps she was reacting emotionally.
She dismissed that thought. Emotions were irritating. Nuisances. She envied Tuvok his calm and his control. She had to set emotions aside in order to work. Captain Janeway would probably tell her that an emotional response was normal; that she had to experience the emotion in order to master it.
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This concluding volume to the Star Trek Section 31 quartet of novels was the best in the series. I can’t be truly objective, as in many ways, Voyager is my favorite focus in the Star Trek universe. I enjoyed the subject matter of the story, and I love these characters. One small criticism would be that I hoped Seven of Nine might demonstrate more of the special skills she has because of her Borg heritage. This short book reminded me of all that I miss about this old television show. Michael Travis Jasper, Author of the Novel “To Be Chosen”
This book keeps you on the edge of your seat while also giving you further insight into the lives of not only the voyager crew, but a new alien race 'The Rhaawns.' The title will throw you just a bit off track, but if you know anything about Section 31 there is reason for that...I liked the story because it shows a different side of Seven of Nine and lengthens her on-board relationships. The book also of course includes all of the science and technobabble you would expect from any canon ST Novel...It also ties in material from previous voyager episodes which brings clarity to some of the events that were actually on the show...The entire story is exciting and keeps you interested--GREAT READ!!!