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Ambrosia
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Rescue Me
By Ambrosia
Disclaimer: Voyager and all her characters belong to
Paramount, bla bla bla. I own Jill and this story, nothing
else.
Summary: A Starfleet distress call by a young woman takes
Tom and Chakotay to a nearby planet with unforeseen
dangers. P/T and K
Rescue Me
By Ambrosia
"Captain! Shields are down! Warp engines are off-line!
Landing struts are stuck! We're going down!"
*^*
"Senior staff meeting in fifteen minutes."
"Mmmm, 'Lanna, wake up," groaned Tom Paris from under
the pillow.
"I thought the meeting was tomorrow," mumbled B'Ellana
Torres. Receiving no immediate answer from him, she looked
back to see that he had already fallen asleep again.
"Tom, wake up."
"Mmmm-*snort* what?"
"Staff meeting, remember?"
"Do you love me?" he asked, his eyes still closed.
"Of course."
"Then tell Janeway I died and can't make it," he
mumbled as he rolled over and drifted back to sleep.
B'Ellana got impatient and pushed him. When he didn't
respond, she shoved him harder, and knocked him of the bed.
"Oww! Okay, okay, I'm up," he said as he stumbled
towards the bathroom, rubbing his head.
Ten minutes later, the senior staff assembled in
Janeway's ready room looking desperately in need of sleep.
Captain and Chakotay looked grim and uneasy, which was
noticed by all of the crew.
"About an hour ago, we received a distress call...with
a Starfleet signature on it."
The looks of the senior staff could only be described
as a sea of astonished faces.
"Captain," began Tom, "did you say this was a distress
call?"
"Yes Mr. Paris. Tuvok, will you please play the
message?"
The Vulcan got up from his seat in the corner and
placed a small chip in the computer. Instantly, the sound
in the room went from silence to static.
"Seven and I managed to clear it up a little, but it's
still not fully decipherable," explained the captain.
"This is-sign Ji-im from the Fed-tion -ip Santiago.
Pl-se, we have crashed on the planet on beta-033. Crew---
ad. I am -uman. Please help me-"
They sat there astonished. A Starfleet distress call,
in the middle of the Delta Quadrant? Janeway turned from
her place at the front of the table to face her crew.
"Right now, we have a choice to make. We can either go
towards the planet, which Tuvok has located five light-
years from out current position, and rescue whoever, or
stay on our current journey."
"Captain, is it possible that this call may be a
misguided signal or a sort of deception?" questioned Seven.
"That's what I'm afraid of. We didn't get to hear her
name and there is no other proof that the message is not
just another trick. If we go, we may risk this crew's
safety, but if we don't, whoever is out there, may die."
They sat in their seats, Janeway propped against the
window, and thought about their present situation.
"We need to make a decision now, if we wait too long,
we'll miss the planet and possibly have to turn around if
we decide to go."
"I vote that we go," said Tom. "We'll never be able to
see if she's telling the truth or not unless we make an
attempt to save her."
"I agree," said B'Ellana.
"Me too," piped in Harry.
"On the contrary, if this woman is truly real, there
is also the possibility that she will have perished by the
time we arrive," said Tuvok.
"Whether she's dead or not, she's a Starfleet officer
and I believe we should give her some respect."
Janeway watched as her senior staff debated over the
decision. She herself was mentally debating the pros and
cons directed towards this attempted rescue. If they were
to go and this were a deception, then she would be risking
the lives of her crew. If they were to ignore the call and
leave the area, then she would risk leaving a woman, a
Starfleet officer, to her death. Chances are that this
stranger thought she was still in the Alpha Quadrant.
"Captain, what is your decision?" asked Seven.
"Personally, I have no idea what to do. This has never
happened before."
"We've decided that we want to rescue her, but I
understand that you make the final decision," said
Chakotay.
"Just say I were to say yes, how would you go about
carrying this mission?" she asked.
Tom spoke up.
"I think that it would be wise to not have Voyager
come too close in contact to this planet, as a safety
precaution. I volunteer to fly a shuttle down and see
what's going on."
"And I'll accompany him," volunteered Chakotay.
"I guess you've already made up your minds," said
Janeway, somehow relieved. "Alter course and do whatever is
needed. Dismissed."
*^*
"Danmmit! Where the hell am I?!" Jillian Kim cried out
in frustration. It had been two days since her ship had
crashed on this god forbidden place. Two days of silence
and eating ration bars and mystery fruit. Starfleet would
have surely noticed her by now! *I'm just lucky enough to
get stuck where no one can find me* she thought to herself.
She wished that she had taken something else from the ship
other than the emergency kit, but nothing was left, just a
pile of bent up metal and 132 dead bodies. For once in her
life, she could feel no excruciating pain and remorse for
the dead officers. She had only met them a few days ago
when the Santiago left dock at Deep Space Nine. Suddenly
Jill remembered begging Admiral Paris, her supervisor, to
let her friend Andrea Morris to also go on the journey, but
it was to no prevail. Now she was just glad because if
Andrea had been here, she probably would have been dead.
Looking at her hands, she saw a tear drop on her
knuckle. Letting her fingers play with it for a while, Jill
didn't notice her eyes producing more. Soon, others
followed. Weeping for her lost colleagues, she wondered why
she was the one that had lived. Brushing the painful tears
away, Jill walked towards the cave that she had taken
shelter and put another stick into the fire. Promising
herself that she would live and find home, Jill curled up
in a ball and fell asleep.
*^*
"I'll be back, I promise," said Tom soothingly to the
woman with her head against his chest.
"I know, it's just..." B'Ellana began.
"Just what?"
"Last week, that's exactly what you said before you,
Sam, and Tuvok almost suffocated under tons of dirt," she
whispered softly. Letting out a tear, she recalled one of
the most terrifying moments of her life, not being able to
hold him, feel him, or breathe in his scent; all because he
was trapped under miles of earth.
"B'Ellana, look at me. Nothing's going to happen. We,
Chakotay and I, are going to take the Delta Flyer down to
the surface, rescue a girl, and come back up," he said,
rubbing her back in an effort to calm her. Seeing that it
wasn't working, he spoke once again.
"Look, I'll always be with you," and them placing her
hand on her heart, " here."
Unable to talk, B'Ellana could only nod. Placing a
soft, gentle kiss on her forehead, and then her lips, he
walked out of the doors and to the shuttle bay, where
Chakotay was waiting.
"Lieutenant, we're all done, pre-flight and
everything," chirped Chakotay, obviously in a good mood.
"A little happy commander?" Tom asked, putting on a
smile and raising an eyebrow that could make a Vulcan turn
his head.
Chakotay shook his head and chuckled. "No, just
bored."
As they came in the shuttle, Tom checked all him
systems all over again.
"Old habit, it's a pilot thing."
They took off and glided cleanly out of the doors of
shuttle bay one. An hour later, Tom landed them neatly onto
the surface of the planet.
"Wow! This is beautiful!" exclaimed Tom as he stepped
outside, followed by Chakotay who could only nod on
agreement. There were green, yellow, purple, and red plants
along with fresh aqua lakes. It held a very exotic look.
Tom grinned. Just like B'Ellana.
"The tricorder says the beacon is eight hundred meters
to the east," Chakotay said, staring at his tricorder
intently.
"The let's take a hike."
Twenty minutes later, they were perched up on the tip
of a hill, staring at the ground below.
"You said half a mile to the east, not the north, and
definitely not up a mountain!" shouted Tom, a little
exhausted over the unexpected hill.
"You're the one who said 'take a hike'," said Chakotay
in a teasing tone, although he was just as exhausted, if
not any more, than the much younger pilot. He was just
better hiding it.
"It's over here," shouted Tom, pointing to the object
perched on the tip of the hill. Chakotay walked towards it
and punched a few buttons to turn the signal off. Suddenly,
he heard Tom shout, followed by a thud. In the process of
turning around, he felt a sharp object being pressed
against the base of his neck.
"Move or turn around, and I'll shove this right
through your deck," warned an icy voice. He recognized it
as the one from the distress call.
"I'm commander Chakotay, first officer aboard the
U.S.S Voyager. We received your call and are trying to help
you.
"You aliens sure are stupid, aren't you?" she said in
a sarcastic tone. "Let me just update you on Earth weekly
here. Voyager was lost five years ago, and presumed dead.
Chakotay was not a Starfleet officer, he was the captain of
the Marquis ship Voyager was sent to capture. The man who I
just knocked out over there is Tom Paris, also on Voyager,
who is not a lieutenant, although he deserves to be. I know
that Voyager has not been discovered because my brother is
an ensign on there and I would know if he came back. Now
tell me, who the hell are you?!" she said in a threatening
voice, pushing the object harder and harder against him
with ever word of her last sentence.
Most people would have buckled under this sort of
situation, but Chakotay remained as calm and collected as
ever, speaking in slow and even tones.
"Look, I know you don't trust me, and you have no
reason to, but I am Chakotay and that is Tom Paris. Five
years ago, a being called the Caretaker placed both Voyager
and Liberty in the Delta Quadrant. Half the crew on each
side had died and we were forced to combine crews."
"Wait a second, we're in the Delta Quadrant?!" cried
Jill, feeling faint. Chakotay tool this moment to quickly
turn around and hold his attacker down. What he didn't
expect was the incredible strength and reflexes of this
woman. The moment he turned around, she clutched his
shoulders and jabbed her knee into his midsection. While he
was still doubled over, she put a swift uppercut to his jaw
that knocked him on his back. He looked up at her, eyes
wide. For the first time, he saw her face. It was sprinkled
with dirt, but even that didn't cover her beauty. Her hair,
which was ebony black, was pulled into a regulation bun on
the back of her head, just like the one he recalled the
captain having before she cut her hair. She was tall, about
5'9, and was wearing a different uniform with a ensign
pipe, obviously a new one that Starfleet had come up with
after they had left. She had the long weapon pointed
towards his chest and she glared at him through crystal
blue eyes. Her appearance was unusual because she appeared
to be Caucasian, but had a strong Oriental streak to her.
"I guess you prefer to talk face to face then," she
growled.
"Look, I don't mean you any harm. I'm not an alien,
scan me if you want," he offered, nodding towards her
tricorder. Slowly, she grabbed it and scanned him and then
Tom. When her readings read human, she dropped the weapon
lower, but not too low. Chakotay didn't want to take
another chance with trying to take her. His jaw hurt enough
already. Her reflexes were as sharp as Tom's while her
strength could rival B'Ellana's.
"Put your weapon down. You've scanned me, you've
scanned him. You know we're telling the truth," said
Chakotay, slowly getting up. He placed his hand on the
weapon and tugged it out of her grip. Then, as an act of
showing her he meant no harm, he threw it to the side. At
that moment, Tom began to stir. Jill stepped over to him.
"Lt. Paris, can you hear me?" she asked.
"What? Who are you?" whispered Tom, shakily.
"The person we were supposed to rescue," added
Chakotay, approaching them. Tom sat up, rubbing the bruise
that had formed on his forehead.
"Who are you?"
"Jill, Ensign Jillian Amanda Kim, sir," she said in
perfect cadet tone.
"Call me Tom and please, none of this Starfleet crap,
I have enough of a headache already."
"Good, then tell me. Is there an Ensign Harrison Kim
on board Voyager?" she asked.
"Harry? Yeah! You know him?" Tom asked.
"He's my brother."
"You're Jill?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah, did Harry tell you about me?" she asked,
smiling.
"Uh huh, he said you beat him up when you were twelve,
that you entered the academy at sixteen, and were taking
command and piloting."
"The big weasel. The only reason I beat him up was
because he thought I was dating John Emerson."
"I pity the guy. That little stunt you pulled on me
hurt enough. I'd hate to have to endure more of it," added
Chakotay.
"Commander, that is one nasty bruise!" exclaimed Tom.
"I'm sorry, let me re-introduce myself; I'm ensign
Jillian Amanda Kim," she said, extending a hand, which
Chakotay shook.
"So, are you really here to rescue me?" she asked.
"Yes and our shuttle's about half a mile down from
this mountain. The whole ship's waiting for you," said Tom.
"Does Harry know it's me?" she asked.
"No, most of your message was unclear."
"Good, I want to surprise him."
"Trust me, you'll have no trouble of doing that,"
added Chakotay with a chuckle. Then he turned to Tom, " Can
you make it down?"
"Yeah, our friend did a pretty good job on my head
though."
Jill blushed a bright red. "I'm so sorry, I thought
you were a bunch of aliens!" Then she helped Tom up and
they began to walk to the shuttle. Thirty minutes later,
after talking about Voyager's history, they approached the
place where they had landed the shuttle; or where they
thought they had.
"I can't believe it! I know I landed it here!" cried
Tom.
"Are you sure you remembered right?" asked Chakotay.
"Yes!"
They searched for another hour for the shuttle, but
they could find nothing.
"Ensign Kim, Jill, could you tell us where your ship
crashed? Maybe we could retrieve some materials that we
could use for contact with Voyager," suggested Chakotay.
"Sure, but I doubt you'll find anything," she said as
they left in another direction to the fallen ship. By the
time they got there, Jill was about a hundred meters in
front of the rest of them. Although Chakotay and Tom were
far behind, they could still here the cry of astonishment
that Jill let out at the sight of the ship. They quickly
sprinted the rest of the way to close the gap between them
and also stared with wide eyes at the sight, but also with
concern and dread growing within their minds.
The wreckage was gone.
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This is only the first part of my story. It's my first, so
there will, I assure you, be some weird things. Please
give me feedback! I really want to know what you think.
Anything is welcome! My address is: ambrosia16@hotmail.com
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