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Leena scuttled down the corridor ignoring the open stares of
passing people, still dressed in her Victorian evening dress and
clutching a folded uniform to her bosom. Certainly they were forming
some curious opinions about her appearance.
The date had run long. It wouldn't have been much of a problem,
except someone else had reserved time on the holodeck right after her.
She couldn't change out of her costume in the holodeck like she'd
planned. She increased her pace slightly. The corset was really
starting to irritate her skin now.
"Come one, Julie, please be home," she said to herself when she
reached Ensign McCormick's cabin and pressed the chime. Mercifully the
door opened right away. Leena ducked inside. "Oh, thank God you're
here! Could you help me get out of this thing, please?"
McCormick goggled at her dress. "Wow, Leena. You look fabulous
in that. What's the occasion, and why wasn't I invited?"
"Sorry, Julie. Private function - very private." She turned her
back to the ensign and lifted her arms over her head. "Please, dress
first, questions later."
Julie stumbled out of her chair and began unfastening the hooks. "Huh, talk about an authentic costume. What on earth are you wearing?"
she gasped at the sight of the corset.
"It's a corset. It's also starting to itch like crazy."
"Don't you find it hard to breathe in this thing?" Julie picked
at the knot holding the undergarment in place. The corset seemed to
sigh contentedly as it was freed of its responsibility of constricting
Leena's flesh.
Leena sighed as well. "Ahh, thank you. It's not so bad once you
get used to it." She held the bodice to her chest with one hand and
massaged the newly exposed skin with the other. She swivelled back
again to give McCormick a sheepish smile. "Is there some place I can
change?"
"Bedroom's through there," she said, indicating a doorway. "Knock
yourself out."
Leena disappeared into Julie's bedroom, her dress scuffing the
floor as she walked. Julie stood just to the outside, looking away from
the entrance. After a short time she heard Leena giggle. "What's the
joke, Leena?"
"Oh, nothing. Tom asked me the very same question about the
corset."
"Tom Paris? Were you and he out on a date?"
"Don't sound so surprised. You were the one who suggested it in
the first place."
"I know, but...you were wearing that?"
Leena laughed. "I wanted to keep him a little off balance."
"I'm surprised he didn't have a heart attack - or pass out from
blood loss. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Why should I?" Leena emerged wearing the familiar black and
gold, the evening dress draped over her arm. "Okay, maybe it was
unfair, but I don't think Tom follows any kind of rule book either. I
just want to keep him honest." The two women sat down on the sofa.
"So you're going to keep seeing him then?"
"Well, at least one more time. I sort of owe it to him."
"The date was that bad, huh?"
Leena blushed. "No, I wouldn't say that exactly. It just got off
to a rough start. I should have told him that I like 18th Century
literature as much as he like cars."
"Oh, dear." Julie giggled. "How did he hold up?"
"Amazingly well. He must really want it to work." Leena grinned
broadly. "His English accent was absolutely brutal."
Tom positioned Voyager just outside the perimeter of their
destination: Anre Kiol. At first glance it looked like any other
asteroid cluster, but the sensors had picked up some kind of gravity
well at its centre. Also peculiar were the relatively high amounts of
natural ores and minerals, in addition to the dilithium. With many
space faring races neighbouring Anre Kiol, Tom thought the asteroids
would have been stripped of most or all of their usable resources by
now, much like the ones that lined the outer edge of the cluster.
Harry conveniently provided an answer to that question. "Captain,
I'm starting to get a clearer reading inside the asteroid field. The
gravity well we detected is actually a twin star. The increased levels
of radiation and gravimetric fluctuations were interfering with our
sensors."
"Does it pose any threat to us, Ensign? Can we still send out the
shuttles?"
"The shuttles should be able to withstand the conditions near the
perimeter. If the excavation teams try going in further the ride will
get choppy pretty fast."
B'Elanna growled in dissatisfaction at Harry's report from the
engineering station. "But all of the asteroids out on the edge have
been stripped bare, Harry. If we want any dilithium we've got to go in
there to get it. The closest deposit is 500,000 kilometres inward."
Harry checked his instruments, shook his head. "It's too far in. If the gravitational forces don't pull the shuttles apart the away teams
risk getting a serious dose of radiation poisoning."
"How about if we manoeuvre the ship closer, cut down on the
shuttles' travel distance?" the captain asked.
Harry grimaced. "I wouldn't recommend it, Captain. The dangers
wouldn't change, and there's no telling how long we could shield
Voyager at that range."
"Okay. If we can't go in, then the question becomes how do get
the dilithium to come out here? A tractor beam, maybe?"
"The increased radiation may adversely affect our ability to
maintain a lock on any object, Captain," Tuvok said. Everyone turned
to look at him. "The additional gravitational pull would also create
a greater amount of shearing stress on the hull. Success would seem
highly improbable."
The ridges on B'Elanna's forehead had an added definition due to
her intensely thoughtful expression. "Maybe a tractor beam by itself
won't work," she said. It sounded at first like she was talking aloud
to herself, but her voice grew in assurance as she worked through the
idea. "Maybe we could modify the deflector to emit an inverted magneton
beam, to use in conjunction with a tractor."
"Give the asteroid a little push first, give it enough momentum to
help break the gravitational pull," the captain replied, translating the
technical jargon. She paused in thought. "How long do you think it
will take to make the modifications?"
"Twenty minutes, half an hour, tops."
"Captain," Tuvok dourly spoke. "I must warn you that using the
deflector in this fashion will cause a drain on the shields. If this
attempt does not succeed, the ship will be put at risk."
"I understand your concern, Mr. Tuvok, but right now this is our
best option to get that dilithium. Besides, I have a hunch that this
plan will work. I'm willing to take that risk. B'Elanna, start making
those modifications. In half an hour I want us digging for crystal."
Twenty minutes later the plan was put into motion. B'Elanna and
Harry co-ordinated to find a suitable target: a small asteroid with a
high concentration of dilithium and a high enough rate of velocity that
the modified magneton beam would only be needed for a few seconds to be
effective. Tom had the toughest part of the assignment: to position
Voyager at such an angle as to push the asteroid away from the twin
suns. That meant flying deep into the cluster where the radiation would
be more lethal. Maybe Tuvok wasn't being such a grump after all.
Janeway settled into her chair, looking confident and calm to
relax the bridge staff. "Whenever you're ready, Mr. Paris."
Tom swallowed the lump in his throat. "Aye, Captain. Engaging
thrusters. Hang on to your hats, everyone; this is gonna get bumpy." Tom almost felt the deck plates pulling under his feet as Voyager
entered the field.
"Hull stress is rising. I am increasing power to structural
integrity," Tuvok reported from tactical.
Tom allowed his piloting instincts to take over. With practiced
ease he deftly avoided chunks of rock that drifted into Voyager's path
without turning the ship too hard. The gravitational forces of the
binary stars tugged and yanked them in several directions at once. The
increasing turbulence threatened to throw him from the conn, but he
clung to the console and somehow managed to minimize the extra stress
forced upon the hull. "We're almost at the designated co-ordinates."
"The target will be within range in twenty-three seconds,
Captain," Harry reported.
The ship shuddered and groaned as Tom cut propulsion. "Full stop,
Captain. I'm turning the ship into position now."
Janeway gripped into the arms of her chair. "Keep us steady,
Lieutenant. We might only get one chance at this."
"The deflector is fully charged. Ready to initiate magneton
beam." B'Elanna's voice strained with anticipation.
"Stand by. Lieutenant Paris, set course and prepare to engage
thrusters on my mark."
"Aye, Captain," Tom replied nervously.
"The asteroid is now in range." Ensign Kim's voice also contained
an edge of worry.
"Activate the deflector."
All eyes were glued to the forward viewscreen as a blue-white
stream of energy lashed out from the deflector toward the approaching
rock. They intercepted each other with a flare of light.
The excitement in Harry's voice was tangible. "It's working. The
asteroid's trajectory has been altered by 0.7 degrees...1.8 degrees...
4.1...."
"Shield strength is at 84 percent and dropping," Tuvok announced.
"62 percent."
"9.8 degrees...."
"Disengage deflector. Mark," Janeway said much too calmly. Voyager shot forward just as the magneton beam dissipated, swooping
over top the tumbling asteroid. "Let's see if we've given it enough
momentum to steer it where we want it to go. Tuvok, activate tractor
beam."
The ship struggled slightly as the tractor reached out to grab the
asteroid. "I am having difficulty establishing a lock. The increased
radiation from the stars is still interfering with sensors."
"Do what you can, Tuvok. The farther we can drag this thing, the
safer it will be to mine it."
"I am attempting to compensate."
A few seconds later the tractor beam snapped into place around the
asteroid, and suddenly the ride was much smoother. Voyager wove
through the rest of the field with a minimal amount of resistance and
was soon back into open space. Tom exhaled as if he'd been holding his
breath through the whole thing.
Janeway stood up and surveyed the crew, smiling proudly. "Excellent work, people. I couldn't be more proud of your
accomplishment today."
Something at the Ops station twittered. Harry immediately pounced
on it. "Captain."
Janeway swerved around to face him, a touch of concern tempering
her relaxed visage. "What is it, Ensign?"
"The sensors have finally been able to get a clear reading on the
dilithium. We can definitely process it."
Tom turned in time to see the captain share a meaningful look with
B'Elanna. Tom could appreciate it as well. The 'tellerium incident' was
still fresh on everyone's mind. "That's the best news I've heard yet,
Mr. Kim," the captain said. "Lieutenant Torres, assemble an excavation
team and take a shuttlecraft to mine that dilithium."
"Aye, Captain. We'll be ready in ten minutes."