"They own the most powerful ship.... and what do they do with it, 

'uhh lets see if we can find some space anomaly today that might 

RIP IT APART!'" -- Neelix



Chapter 3 -- Intruder Alert!

	"I can see that your interpersonal skill still need a lot of 

work, Seven," the Doctor noted, trying to defuse the situation.  "But 

I'm afraid that will have to wait.  We need to know what has happened 

since the ship left the Borg derelict."

	"Very well," Seven replied.  "We came out of warp shortly after 

entering the system.  Sensors showed that the anomaly we were 

investigating was very close to the fourth planet, inside the atmosphere.  

We closed on impulse power, and entered a standard orbit.  An away team 

consisting of Commander Chakotay, Lt. Command Tuvok and Neelix was 

dispatched..."

	"That's not what I had in mind," the Doctor interrupted her.  "If 

we're to properly understand the situation, we need details."

	Seven was not convinced.  "The type of 'details' you are referring 

to are irrelevant."

	"Hardly," he retorted.  "The smallest detail could prove to be 

the critical bit of knowledge we require.  Now please start again from 

when Voyager was approaching the planet."

	"Since you deem it important I will provide the 'details you wish.  

But I believe it to be a very unproductive use of our time."  Seven 

turned to the Scouts.  "As I said, we approached the planet on impulse 

power.  When we reached the proper distance from it, Captain Janeway..."



	"Standard orbit, Mr. Paris," Janeway ordered.

	"Entering standard orbit," the helmsman confirmed.

	Janeway eyed the planet silently while Tom slid Voyager into 

orbit.  Other than the fact that the color of the world seemed paler 

than other Class M planets she had seen over the years, there didn't 

seem anything odd about the small planet.  In fact, from all appearances 

it seemed to be rather peaceful.  But Janeway knew all too well that 

appearances could be deceiving.  "What can you tell me, Harry?"

	There was a slight delay while the young ensign glanced over the 

sensor readouts before replying.  A glance over to the ops station told 

Janeway that whatever the results where, he wasn't happy with them.  

"It's hard to be sure, Captain.  I've got a fix on the anomaly about 

one kilometer over the planet's surface, but there's an odd background 

energy field that's interfering with the sensors."

	Janeway frowned.  "What kind of energy field?"

	"I don't know, " Harry confessed.  "I'm still trying to identify 

it, but the sensor interference isn't making it easy."

	"I've never seen anything like it either," Chakotay put in, 

concentrating on the panel  situated between the captain's and first 

officer's seats.  "It seems to be some form of negative energy, but 

considering the abundance of life down there it doesn't appear to be 

dangerous to organic life.  We may be able to get clearer readings by 

sending down an away team."  After a moment, he looked at Janeway, who 

had yet to answer him.  "Captain?"

	She hesitated for another moment before nodding.  "Agreed," she 

said, reluctance obvious in her voice.  "Prepare an away team.  But 

don't take too long down there, Chakotay.  There's something about this 

planet that's giving me a bad feeling."

	The tone of her voice caused Paris to half turn in his seat at 

the helm, and he exchanged an uncertain look with Harry.  At the 

tactical station, the ever unflappable Tuvok raised an eyebrow, but had 

no other reaction.  Chakotay noted out of the corner of his eye that 

even Seven of Nine seemed slightly perturbed by the captain's unusual 

attitude.  Indeed, he was slightly disturbed by it as well, but all he 

said was "Aye, Captain."  He pointed briefly to Tuvok and the Vulcan 

accompanied him off the bridge.



	"Commander Chakotay!"

	Chakotay halted at the entrance to the transporter room, turning 

to face the caller.  He had already figured it out from the voice alone 

just who it was.  "What can I do for you, Neelix?"

	The Talaxian halted, breathing heavily.  He had obviously rushed 

to make it down here.  "Commander, I take it you're leading an away 

mission to the planet's surface?"

	Chakotay nodded.  "That's right."  Neelix opened his mouth to 

speak, but Chakotay preempted him.  "I know what you're going to ask, 

Neelix.  But I want to keep the away team complement down to a 

minimum."

	"That may be true, Commander," he agreed, "but the Borg are no 

doubt sending a ship here, given the fate of that other ship.  Which 

tells me that we won't be able to linger here for very long.  So, given 

that our supply of edibles is starting to get on the low side, we should 

make the best use of our time here."  He paused for a moment.  "And given 

that I am the resident expert on edible plant life, I should accompany 

you down to the surface."

	"Commander, I am hesitant to agree, but there is a certain logic to 

what Neelix says," Tuvok said.

	Neelix literally beamed with pride.  "Why, thank you, Mr. Vulcan."

	"Far be it for me to argue with Vulcan logic," Chakotay said.  

"Come along Neelix."

	

	Neelix blinked, as he found himself slightly disoriented by the 

sudden change in light levels when they materialized on the surface.  

"That's odd," he commented, checking the local plant life with both 

his tricorder and his own senses.  "I thought we were beaming onto the 

day side of the planet."

	"We did," Chakotay answered him.  He pointed upwards to where the 

local sun was plainly visible.  But instead of being a dazzling ball of 

light, it appeared to be only a pale yellow disc, not much brighter than 

the Earth's moon at full.

	Tuvok raised an eyebrow.  "This is most peculiar.  The local sun 

is a G5 main sequence star, and the planet is approximately 1.25 AUs 

distant from it.  Seeing as there is no particulate matter in the 

atmosphere, these factors should combine to give a light level 

approximately that of Earth."

	Chakotay eyed his own tricorder and examined the data it was 

collecting.  Nothing seemed to stand out as out of the ordinary except 

for... "There's that energy field Harry detected.   But it's a lot more 

extensive than we thought.  It's permeating everything around us -- 

plants, animals... even the soil."

	"Everything we can scan," Tuvok noted.  "The interference from it 

is limiting our tricorder ranges to less than thirty meters."

	"There is an energy dampening quality to it," Chakotay agreed.  

"That probably accounts for the low light level as well."  He reached up 

to tap his commbadge.  It was time to fill in the captain.



	Janeway listened carefully to Chakotay's initial report.  "Is the 

energy field dangerous?"

	"Only if we stick around for an extended period... say a week or 

more," the first officer answered through a haze of distortion.  

Janeway cast a glance to Harry who nodded, indicating  that he was 

working on clearing up the signal.  "And, Captain, we're having some 

difficulty reading your signal clearly."

	"We're having the same problem," Janeway responded.  "It must be 

another effect from that energy field.  Harry's working on clearing it 

up."

	"Captain, with the data from the away team's tricorders, I've got a 

line on identifying the field."  Harry paused, not quite believing what 

was displayed on the panel.  When he did speak, he sounded almost 

embarrassed.  "It's a... Nega-energy field."

	"Nega-what?" Janeway exclaimed.

	"Harry, you just made that up didn't you?" Tom asked in a voice 

that was only half serious.

	"It sounds ridiculous to me too, but that's what the computer's 

saying it is," Harry said, sounding a bit defensive.

	"Nega-energy is a bioelectric field that was radiated by an 

entity known as the Negaforce," Seven spoke up from her position just 

behind Harry.  She stepped out from the operations station and faced 

the captain, who was frowning.  There was something familiar about 

that name, but she just couldn't place it.  "The Negaforce itself was 

an extremely powerful extradimensional being that was presumably 

destroyed by Sailor Moon."

	If anything, Harry looked even more perplexed.  "Sailor Moon?"

	Janeway snapped her fingers.  "Now I remember.  Jean-Luc Picard 

gave a brief talk about them at a Starfleet tactical conference shortly 

before we left.  Sailor Moon is part of a group known as the Sailor 

Scouts.  And while they may have the appearance of teenage girls, they 

possess extraordinary powers.  Five years ago, they help the 

Enterprise D in an encounter with a rogue Borg ship."  Addressing 

Seven, "As I recall, Sailor Moon was briefly assimilated."

	"Correct," Seven replied.



	Chakotay stopped his tricorder scan and look around their 

position.  He didn't hear or see anything amiss, but something was 

causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.  It was only 

a feeling that something was amiss, but it was something he had learned 

to trust from his earliest days with the Maquis.  "Captain, I don't 

think we're alone down here."

	"I am not detecting anything dangerous in our vicinity," Tuvok 

observed, be he drew out his phaser nevertheless.  It was only logical 

to be prepared for any eventuality.

	Each of them felt a wave of pressure wash over them, and found 

themselves suddenly surrounded by several humanoid shaped forms.  But 

their resemblance to other humanoids ended there, for they appeared to be 

more insectoid; their green skin apparently composed of a chitinous 

substance and their eyes large and bulging outward from their head.  

Before Chakotay could do or say anything, the leader heft the staff it 

was carrying and brought the top downward sharply in their direction.  

The resulting bolt of energy slammed into the Talaxian, knocking him to 

the ground.  "Neelix!"



	"I've lost contact with the away team," Kim said urgently.

	"Voyager to Chakotay, respond," Janeway said, hoping against hope 

for some answer from her first officer.  Unfortunately, the only response 

she got was silence.  She turned to the operations station.  "Harry, get 

them out of there.  *Now.*"

	Harry tried to comply but found his attempts frustrated.  "I can't 

get a lock on them," he said.  "The background energy field has 

intensified.  It's scattering the targeting beam."

	"Try intensifying the annular confinement --"  Janeway's suggestion 

was interrupted as the ship bucked suddenly, the intensity of the motion 

temporarily overwhelming the inertial dampeners.  "Report!"

	Paris struggled with the helm, trying to stabilize the ship.  

"Something's grabbed us, Captain.  We're being dragged down."

	"Full impulse," Janeway ordered instantly.

	"Full impulse, aye."  Paris made the necessary inputs to the helm, 

then shook his head.  "We've slowed, but we're still heading down."

	"We're entering the atmosphere," Seven reported.

	As if fate decided to add to their litany of troubles, the 

intruder alert chose that moment to sound.  'Now what?' Janeway thought, 

then said somewhat tersely, "Report."

	"Multiple intruder alerts on decks five through twelve," Harry 

answered.  "They're teleporting right through our shields."	

	"Get security teams to those areas at once," Janeway ordered 

Ensign Graves, who had taken Tuvok's place at tactical.  She nodded and 

began relaying the orders.  "Harry, erect forcefields on all decks."

	"Yes, Ma'am," Harry said, complying with her orders.

	"Security teams are reporting that phasers are mostly ineffective 

against the intruders," Graves said.  "They can slow down the intruders, 

but not stop them."

	"Damn," Janeway swore softly.  "Reinforce the forcefields 

protecting vital areas of the ship.  Computer, disable command functions 

in all areas controlled by the intruders.  Authorization, Janeway Gamma 

Echo Four Seven."

	"Command functions disabled," the computer answered.

	The deck pitched sharply again, reminding Janeway that they still 

had other problems.  "We're still going down," Tom said needlessly for 

one look at the viewscreen told Janeway that.  "Altitude fifty 

kilometers."

	"We have to get loose from this beam," Janeway muttered as she 

looked to her own console and monitored the sensor readouts for herself.  

An idea came to her, and a hopeful look came across her face.  "Bridge 

to Engineering.  B'Elanna, I need you to rig the warp engines to 

generate a warp field around the ship, set to a frequency that is 

counter-variant to the beam on the ship."

	"We're setting it up," the lieutenant answered.  "How much warp 

power do you think you'll need?"

	"I'm not sure," Janeway admitted.  "Maybe all of it.  Or more."  

She turned to Harry again.  "Harry, I need you to set up a link between 

the sensors and the warp engines.  The warp field needs to be on the 

correct frequency for this to work, and the aliens may alter it when 

they realize what we're doing."

	"Aye, Captain," he responded.



	"OK, let's make this quick," B'Elanna told her people.  "Carey, 

set up the engines to generate the field around the ship."

	"On it, Lieutenant," he said while moving over to the warp drive 

control console.

	B'Elanna had already turned her attention to someone else.  

"Vorick, make sure the sensor linkup Harry is setting up is feeding 

into the warp drive controllers."  The Vulcan nodded.  Meanwhile, 

B'Elanna checked for herself the condition of the warp core.  If the 

captain was right, they may need to push it to the limit and possibly 

beyond.



	Tom looked up from the helm, concern evident .  "We better make 

it quick.  Our altitude is nine point seven kilometers and falling."

	"We're set down here," B'Elanna's voice said over the intercom.

	"Sensor linkup to warp drive controls set," Harry added.

	"Not a moment too soon," Janeway said.  "Engage!"

	Down in engineering, B'Elanna tapped the control to energize the 

warp coils, generating the warp field around the ship.  Outside, the 

nacelles elevated to flight configuration and glowed a bright blue.  On 

the bridge, Janeway could almost hear the hum from the engines as the 

power built up.  The viewscreen display told everyone that the ship's 

descent to the surface was visibly slowing.  "Bring the engines up to 

full, B'Elanna."

	"Aye, Captain."

	"I'm reading subspace fluctuations from the anomaly," Harry said, 

his voice taking on a note of alarm.  "We're almost on top of...."

	The ship rocked again, but this time the motion was accompanied 

by a sudden flash of light.  "We're loose!" Paris noted with relief, 

but it was tempered by another look at the status board.  "Altitude is 

one kilometer.  But we lost the impulse engines in the process."

	"The warp engines are offline as well," Harry added, then he 

began reading off the litany of damage.  "Main power is down, and 

so's auxiliary... Captain!"

	The alarm in Harry's voice tore Tom's attention from the helm 

for a moment, and he could see that Harry was fully justified.  

Captain Janeway lay sprawled on the deck, apparently unconscious.  

This, combined with the absence of both Chakotay and Tuvok put him in 

the unusual position of being in command.  "Seven, see what you can do 

for the Captain."  She nodded, already getting out the emergency medical 

kit stored on the bridge.  "Harry, I've got to set the ship down.  Set 

us up for an emergency landing.  The thrusters are working, but they're 

too sluggish for my tastes."  He took a quick look at the navigational 

sensors.  "I just hope the ground is solid."

	"Perhaps solid ice would suffice," Seven put in.  Mystified, Tom 

looked up and got a good look at the main viewscreen for the first time 

since they had broken free.  "We appear to have been translocated to 

another planet, over it's polar ice cap."

	"It'll have to do," Tom said, returning his attention to the 

helm.  "Because we aren't getting back into orbit with only emergency 

power."

	"I've configured the inertial dampeners for landing," Harry said.  

His voice seemed steady to Tom, but he had a feeling his friend was 

half watching Seven attend to the captain.  Not that he blamed his 

friend.  If the bridge had been designed differently, he'd probably be 

doing the same.  "And I've transferred available emergency reserve to 

the thrusters."

	"Thanks, Harry."  And now we see just how good a pilot you really 

are, he added silently to himself.  "Altitude seven hundred meters... 

six hundred..."  The ship chose that moment to pitch sharply.  Tom 

grabbed the helm with one hand, while trying to steady the ship with 

the other.  "Sorry about that."

	"It's our friends down below," Harry said.  "They're causing 

disruptions in the command pathways and the ODN lines.  I'm rerouting 

around the damage."

	Within moments Tom felt the helm grow more responsive.  "That's 

better.  Good work, Harry.  Altitude two hundred meters.  Extending 

landing struts."  Four panels opened on the bottom the secondary hull 

and the landing struts deployed and locked into position.  Tom made 

some final adjustments to the helm and settled the ship gracefully down.

	With the ship now landed safely on the ice, Tom was free to leave 

the helm.  He knelt down beside Captain Janeway.  "How is she?" he 

asked Seven.

	"Stable for now.  However, I cannot find any physiological reason 

for her being unconscious."

	Tom knew his own medical knowledge was limited, but he still found 

that hard to believe.  But until she did wake up, he was in command.  

And he knew that Captain Janeway would want him to be certain of 

Voyager's safety before her own.  "Harry, what's the status on the 

intruders?"

	"Still there, but at least their numbers have stopped increasing.  

They may not be able to send anyone else through the anomaly.  The warp 

engines triggered it, sending us here. That's why the beam broke."  He 

looked up.  "By the way, I just a line on what it is.  It's not a wormhole 

at all, but a quantum flux."

	Tom shook his head.  "Translation, please Harry."

	It was Seven who elaborated.  "It is a spatial phenomena that can 

serve as a gateway between universes.  Which evidently this one does."

	"Great," Tom muttered.  "And we thought just being in the Delta 

Quadrant was bad."

	"We should be able to return via the flux in a more controlled 

manner," Seven stated.  "But I would suggest we deal with the 

intruders first."

	Tom nodded in assent.  "Good point.  Harry, flood all compartments 

with the exception of the bridge and main engineering with anestazine.  

With luck that should knock them out."

	"If it does not, then the majority of the crew will be 

incapacitated," Seven pointed out.

	"Got a better idea?" Tom asked.

	"Not at present," she admitted reluctantly.

	"Releasing anestazine," Harry said.  There were several moments 

of silence on the bridge as they waited for the results, if any.  "I 

don't think it's working, Tom.  The aliens are still moving about, 

and..."  He paused, then swore in frustration.  "I don't know how they 

did it, but they just knocked out the internal sensors."

	"What were they doing?"

	Harry took another quick look at the sensor record.  "It looks 

like there are two large groups trying to force their way into 

engineering and the bridge."  Involuntarily, everyone's eyes turned to 

the various bridge entrances.  There was no sign at present, but no one 

doubted that the aliens were trying to burn their way through the force 

fields barring their way.  "There's a few others scattered about the 

ship.  Some form of patrols, I guess."

	"We need some form of weapon against them," Tom said.  "Obviously 

our phasers aren't enough, even on the highest settings."  He looked at 

Seven.  "Got any ideas along those lines?"

	She looked thoughtful.  "Possibly.  I may be able to modify a few 

units to be more effective.  But it would require access to Cargo Bay 

Two."

	Tom nodded.  "Don't let me stop you, then.  Harry, go with her."

	Seven didn't appear too happy with this.  "I can accomplish the 

task myself.

	"I'm sure you can," Tom responded smoothly.  "But your still 

going to need someone to watch your back.  Besides, two people going 

along can get more phasers back up here."

	Seven still didn't look happy, but she made no further objection 

as she followed Harry into the Jeffries tubes.



	"We had reached deck three before the aliens intercepted us.  I 

told Ensign Kim to proceed ahead of me to Cargo Bay Two while I dealt 

with the immediate threat.  After I had done so, I followed.  Seeing 

that Ensign Kim had not arrived, I decided to go to Sickbay in the hopes 

of procuring the Doctor's help," Seven said, concluding her tale.

	"So how'd you handle the aliens back on deck two?" Jupiter asked.

	Seven fixed a steely stare at her before responding.  "I am Borg."

	The tall Scout glared at Seven's back as she turned her attention 

to the console.  "Yeah, you certainly are," she muttered.

	"Excuse me," the Doctor said to the Scouts before going up to 

Seven.  Pitching his voice for her ears, "Seven, I realize that they've 

been less than friendly towards you, but that isn't an excuse for you 

to be rude in return."

	"As you noted, Doctor, it is they who have been hostile."

	"That's because you're a Borg," he retorted, his voice rising.  

"It's only natural that they would have hostile feelings towards you.  

But treating them as if they were beneath contempt isn't going to help 

matters any!"  He glanced down at the console.  "What are you doing, 

anyway?"

	"Attempting to access the internal sensors.  We need to determine 

the disposition of the alien forces before we can proceed."  She ceased 

her efforts, obviously frustrated.  "Unfortunately, the internal sensors 

are still offline."

	"It looks like they're concentrated in three areas."  All eyes 

turned to Mercury.  "One is just outside a large room on deck eleven..."

	"Just outside engineering," Seven said.

	"...another is massed at what looks like an entrance to the bridge.  

The third is in a large room on deck two."

	The Doctor had taken this opportunity move behind her.  "Deck two, 

section thirteen," he noted.  "The mess hall.  They must be using it for 

a command post until they can take the bridge.  I doubt they're there for 

the cuisine."

	"There are several other life forms present there.  I think 

they're members of your crew."

	"Wait a minute, Mercury," Sailor Moon objected.  "I thought you 

said that you couldn't get accurate readings because of that 

interfering whatever."

	"That's true.  But I've been working on filtering out the 

interference.  The readings still aren't as accurate as I would like, 

but they'll have to do."  She paused as another item appeared on her 

display.  "Hold on.  There are some instabilities beginning to show up 

in the quantum flux."

	Curious, Seven moved behind the Scout to look at the readouts 

for herself, the Doctor shifting himself to one side.  "I recognize 

these readings.  They are preparing for an interdimensional transport."  

In answer to the questioning looks she was getting, "The Borg have 

used a similar process."

	"The Borg can move between universes?" Mars asked.  "What, not 

enough for you to assimilate here?"

	"We wished to improve ourselves," Seven stated.

	"So they're getting ready to bring in reinforcements," Tuxedo 

Mask mused.

	"I do not believe so," Seven replied.  "It appears they are 

getting ready to send something through."

	"You mean they're going to teleport the whole ship through?" 

Sailor Moon asked.

	Seven shook her head.  "Unlikely.  I do not believe that they 

possess the power needed to teleport Voyager.  And with the ship's 

propulsion systems damaged, they cannot lift it off the surface to 

make contact with the flux."	

	"Then what are they sending..."  The answer hit Mercury like a 

thunderbolt.  "The crew!  They're going to transport them over.  Or 

at least the ones they hold in the mess hall."

	"Then we better get moving," the Doctor said.  He slapped the 

mobile emitter onto his arm, downloading his program into the small 

device.  "We need to devise a plan, get to the armory, then move 

quickly once Seven has completed her task."

	"The optimal chance for success is to strike at all three 

areas simultaneously," Seven said.  "That would give the aliens 

minimal time to react."

	"Sounds good to me," Venus said.  "We'll split up into three 

groups.  I'll take engineering..."

	"I'll go with you," Jupiter said, adding to herself 'If only to 

make sure you don't touch the warp core.'

	"I should go to the bridge," Mercury said.  "If your captain is 

still unconscious, I may be able to help figure out what's wrong with 

her."

	"I'll back you up," Mars said.

	"I guess that leaves the mess hall to me and Sailor Moon," Tuxedo 

Mask said.

	She looked up at him, smiling.  "Hey, we're a natural team."

	The Doctor seemed satisfied.  "That sounds like a reasonable 

disposition of our forces.  Seven, you guide Venus and Jupiter to 

engineering; I'll go with Mars and Mercury, and..." His voice trailed 

off as he belatedly realized, "It seems we've run out of guides."

	"No, you haven't," a weak voice came from the surgical bay.  All 

heads turned to look in that direction.  Harry was sitting up on the 

biobed, looking weak but alert.  "I'll go with the third team."

	"Just what do you think you're doing, Ensign?" the Doctor snapped, 

storming up to the medtable.

	"Like I said, I'm coming along," the ensign replied.

	"Absolutely not!  I just finished putting you back together, 

Mr. Kim.  You need time to recover."

	"I'm fine," he responded, sliding off the medtable.  His next 

actions belied his words however, as when he attempted to stand on his 

own, he swayed unsteadily then hurriedly gripped the table.  "Whoa."

	"Fine, are you?"  The Doctor noted with some concern that Harry's 

face had grown visibly paler and that he was sweating profusely.  The 

hologram quickly scanned him, but was relieved that there were no new 

problems detected.  "I think this should demonstrate to you that you're 

not.  You need rest, Ensign."

	"Maybe you're right," he admitted.  "But you still need my help.  

You've already decided to split up into three teams.  You and Seven can 

guide two of them, but who's going to guide team number three?"

	The hologram looked uneasy.  "We'll find someone else."

	"Like who?   Like it or not, Doc, I'm it."

	The Doctor grimaced, for it seemed that Harry did have a point.  

"Very well, Ensign.  You'll accompany Sailor Mars and Sailor Mercury to 

the bridge.  That way, if something does happen to you, Mercury and 

Lt. Paris can tend to your medical needs."  He looked over to Sailor Moon 

and Tuxedo Mask.  "I guess I'll be your guide to the mess hall."

	"Great," Sailor Moon said.  "I'm getting a little hungry anyway."

	"What else is new?"

	"Mars!"

	The Doctor broke in before the conflict could escalate.  "If Mr. 

Neelix left any of his cooking available, you may want to pass on it."

	"What, is his cooking that bad?" Sailor Moon asked.

	"He hasn't caused any fatalities among the crew yet, but there's 

always a first time."

	Jupiter smiled.  "Sounds like he learned to cook the same place 

you did, Mina."

	"Very funny," the blonde growled.

	"We should be going then," Seven said, heading for the Jeffries 

tube entrance.

	"Do you really think you can make the phasers more effective 

against them?" Mercury asked her.

	"It should be possible by utilizing Borg technology."  She paused, 

considering.  "However, the information contained in your computer 

regarding the Negaforce will increase the chance of success."  Without 

further ado, she entered.

	"Gee, thanks," Mars commented, following the Borg into the 

crawlway.  Mercury, Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask followed her.

	The hiss of a hypo was heard,as the Doctor gave Harry an 

injection.  "That should help you keep on you feet, Ensign.  But don't 

overdo it."

	"Thanks, Doc."  Harry slid of the biobed and slowly made his way 

over.  Pausing for a moment as if to gather his strength, he entered.

	"Go ahead," the Doctor told the remaining Scouts.  "I'll take up 

the rear."

	"OK by me." Jupiter bent down and entered.

	Venus flashed the Doctor a smile before she went in.  "Once more 

onto the beach."

	The Doctor stood stunned for a moment before he finally entered 

himself, calling after her "That's not how it goes!"  The hatch closed 

with a clang, leaving the now empty Sickbay behind them.

	

Next time: We find out what's happened with the Voyager away team, 

while the Scouts and their newfound allies put their plan to liberate 

Voyager into motion.