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A fan Fiction with the usual homage to Paramount. Change in Command By Eric B'Elanna burned with a fury that was a formidable combination of Klingon and human. The Klingon part wanted to rip that bitch Janeway's throat out now, but the human part cautioned patience ? then slow torture. The sanctimonious bitch had demoted her lover Tom to Ensign. His 'crime' - saving an entire race from annihilation "Captain, I think you are being too harsh," she said as calmly as she could. "I am only following Star Trek regulations, Lt. Torres. Tom interfered with that race's natural course ? breaking the prime directive." B'Elanna looked around desperately for support. Surprisingly it came from Seven of Nine. "Captain, your race - your Federation is quite wrong. The regulation is primary designed to make the Federation feel good about itself - holier than thou ? I believe is the expression ? while costing them nothing. They don't have to exert themselves to save or help others. Where for example would earth be without Vulcan help? Their mere present on earth stopped your wars. If Mr. Paris had done nothing, that would be the crime ? allowing millions of reasoning beings, male, female and children to perish for a bureaucratic rule." Janeway colored, thought for a moment then rallied. "I would expect you to feel that way, Seven. After all the Borg assimilate and destroy other cultures. 'Resistance is futile'." B'Elanna fingers burned to choke the life out of Janeway. 'Poor Seven had it hard enough being part Borg without it being thrown in her face. Just because I don't like her is no reason we can't give her justice.' She thought. Seven did not outwardly lose her composure. "That is true Captain. Between the Borg and the Federation lie the two extremes. The Borg do too much the Federation does too little. A middle course is wisest. Examples of the Federation breaking its own rules are too numerous to count. For example your fight against the Borg's destiny by denying them and assimilation. " Janeway's mouth dropped. "That's ridiculous." She sputtered. "Logically, it is not Captain," said Tovok, the logical Vulcan. "On the whole the Borg is less culpable than the Federation. Most cultures and races gain ? the individual loses of course. But there is no hunger, life is prolonged indefinitely and all are united in a common goal trying to achieve perfection." Said Seven with more of a show of emotion than she usually allowed to appear. "Would anyone here like to be assimilated?" asked Janeway with a nasty smile. "Any volunteers?" She smiled in victory. None of her officers spoke. Then Tom answered. "Would anyone here like to be dead?" asked Tom. Janeway went white. "That is uncalled for, Mr. Paris. You are confided to your quarters until further notice." Tom smiled an ironic smile. Only B'Elanna knew the depth of his humiliation and shame. She tried one more to reason with Janeway. "Captain, you're forgetting that Tom, saved us all, we would still be trapped on that barren world with the aliens possessing the ship and secret Federation technology except for Tom." Janeway looked away. "That has no bearing on his disobeying orders and the prime directive. He's lucky he's not in the brig. Dismissed!" They all filed out. She could tell none of them were happy with the decision. Seven met her outside. "If I can help I will. The Captain is being unreasonable and vindictive. " B'Elanna was surprised. "But you don't like me." "That has nothing to do with it. I am open and honest. You are mistaken in my feelings. I do not dislike you. I admire your efforts to improve yourself, starting as they do from inferior brainpower." B'Elanna couldn't help but laugh. Seven was nothing if not consistent. "Tell me, Seven, do you consider anyone on this ship your equal?" The beautiful blond thought for a long serious moment. "Physically no. But in intelligence if not wisdom Mr. Paris is my superior." The engineering officer stared disbelievingly at the brilliant Seven. "You consider my Tom to be smarter than you?" Seven nodded and walked gracefully away. B'Elanna tried not to be jealous of her perfect face and figure. She hurried to Tom's cabin. Her tall handsome lover tried to be flippant about the demotion but broke down and sobbed in her arms. "I am a horrible person I saved a whole race!" Her man needed her so much. It still amazed her that this handsome man of almost Star Trek royalty loved an ugly half-breed like herself. She said as much. Tom kissed her. "You're not ugly B'Elanna. You're sexy and beautiful." She kissed him and they started undressing. "Thanks, lover! It's nice to hear even though I don't believe it!" She kissed him and naked to naked he fondled her breasts. "Do you think I'm as beautiful as Seven?" she teased. She would see how big a liar he was. He laughed. "No, I don't. I don't know of anyone who is! But you're a hell of a lot sexier and you're very sweet, kind and loving. I don't know what I would do without you. I need you so much." B'Elanna kissed him hungrily. Two days later B'Elanna sighed over Ensign Pulver. He tried his best but his intelligence was average at best. She liked him. He was hard worker and didn't resent a female boss ? besides he was a real hunk. Let see what woman had captured him now ? oh yes the almost brain but not body dead Yeoman Hess. He was her boy toy. Oddly although he was very susceptible to female charms he had told her he had dreamed all his life of being a woman as he thought women were superior and their bodies so desirable. That was weird for a man to feel, she thought.' At the end of Pulver's shift Hess came by to pick him up as usual, protecting her man from other females! Hess was a wet dream, petty but characterless face, great figure ? as a lot of men do like too big breasts and assess. Once she had asked Pulver why he was so much mush in female manipulations. "I just can't say no, sir. Not only do I love sex but also I imagine it's me in that desirable female body. Please don't tell anyone!" "I won't!" she promised. She knew how hard it was to be different with her Klingon face with its ridges. She still was very insecure and worried Tom would stop loving her. She was hoping one day he would marry her! She was on her way to lunch when Seven came gracefully up to her with usual arrogant stride. "I think I may have the answer to the Captain's unreasonable and intransient behavior." B'Elanna's heart beat faster. "Really? What?" "Come to my quarters. They are the only areas of the ship I know are unmonitored by the Captain and security." Inside Seven calmly told her. "The Captain must be replaced. Then the new Captain can restore Tom's rank and eventually promote both him and you and of course Ensign Kim who is long over due for advancement." "Easier said than done. How are we going to do that? The usual channels of going to Starfleet are not available." "Very simple. Have you not heard of Cadmus 2?" "You mean ? someone would swap bodies with Janeway!" She started laughing. "It is too just! Then she would be the one demoted!" Seven smiled a rare smile. "Precisely! The only difficulty is finding someone to be her that is both willing and trustworthy." "Well I'm not willing!" "Nor, I." said Seven. B'Elanna's eyes lit up. "I have the very person." "Indeed?" "Ensign Pulver!" Seven eye brows shot up. "Interesting choice. Would he do it?" "He would jump at the chance." "If I interpret your vague but amusing language he would be delighted?" Then B'Elanna lost her enthusiasm. "But he's very inexperienced. How would he be able to command?" Seven smiled. "I think you can leave that to me ? us. One interesting fact is that since they would be in each other's bodies would of course have each other's brains and intelligences." B'Elanna laughed. "Janeway will love that. She thinks she is so much smarter than anyone else." "In her case I assure you that thinking does not make it so. She's not even as intelligent as you." B'Elanna shook her head ruefully. She had to accept that Seven was Seven. Besides she had to admit that the Borg Bitch did work very hard to be the best she could be. Unlike the rest of us! "We will need the doctor's help." B'Elanna said. "That shouldn't be a problem. He trusts me. I will deactivate his program and between the two of we can easily change his programming. One thing - Pulver is not to know of my involvement." B'Elanna was puzzled. "Why not?" "Several reasons. If he is tempted to betray you I will be able to help from the outside and also Pulver as Janeway may treat me too differently than the original Janeway if he knows. The less chances we take the better. Do not forget Pulver will have to reverse many of Janeway's decisions." B'Elanna's darks sparked. "This will to be rich! Janeway will be under my command. How the bitch will love that! I assume you have worked out how we can keep her from telling?" Seven nodded her lovely head. "Of course." Three days later B'Elanna approached Captain Janeway while they were near sickbay. Suddenly the Captain felt faint. The last thing she remembered was an evil smile on B'Elanna's face. Then all was darkness. Part 2 Janeway came to semi consciousness in a Bio-Bed; my God a lecherously smiling Yeoman Hess was fucking her! How? Then it came to her that some how even in this dreamlike state she knew she had a dick! Hess giggled and giggled. Then Janeway exploded into the sexy Yeoman. Hess got up. "It was a great idea, stud to have sex while you were tied up in a bio bed. It was so sexy. Well I have to go. See you tonight, my stud of studs." In a daze Janeway watched the young woman put on her clothes. Stunned Janeway saw Lt Torres in the room. She smiled a very nasty and smug smile. "Enjoy yourself, Kate?" she asked. How dare the bitch call her Kate? Then Janeway watched B'Elanna leave the room with a flippant wave and a "bye-by 'sir'." ' Unknown to Janeway B'Elanna went to another compartment where she would watch the fun with Seven. Janeway's mind was in a whirlpool of confusion. Having sex as a man had been an amazing experience and, she had to admit, she didn't mind it at all. But now, helpless in the bed, she wondered if she was going to be able to put her life back together. Used to facing tough problems and coming up with immediate solutions, her mind grappled with several questions at once. But her dream like state hindered her. She wasn't thinking as fast or as well as usual. What did she look like now? How long were they going to keep her in the bed? Was this just a prank or was the change permanent? Would the crew still accept her as Captain in her present condition? What about Starfleet? If they ever got home could she still keep her credentials? But this time she was baffled. There was no data for her to work on.... until she heard the sharp sound of light footsteps coming down the hallway. Her eyes were riveted to the doorway as the source of the footsteps entered the room. Appalled, she was transfixed as her own body now approached the bed and bent over to speak to her. Even in her shock, she noticed that the face didn't look quite right. The makeup was a little more obvious than she liked to have it and her hair was a little off. The apparent Janeway was grinning happily and tossed her a mock salute. "Hi 'Captain', what a wonderful morning!'" spoke the person in a good approximation of Janeway's slightly nasal tones, and with heavy verbal quotes on the title. "I had a lovely time dressing in your quarters this morning. Occupying your body is as wonderful as I had imagined - and more. You really are (or should I say "were") a beautiful woman under that Starfleet uniform. Now I guess I'm the beautiful woman!" She laughed and went to the mirror and turned this way and that, admiring her reflection. She smiled happily. "It feels great! I'm free at last and where I want to be!" Not leaving the mirror she stroked and caressed Janeway's former body while continuing to speak! "As much as I hated to cover up, it was also quite a trip to slip into your clothing. I never imagined that someone like you would have such erotic and sexy underwear! I love wearing it. It makes me feel so sexy!" The face of the figure on the bed reddened under its morning stubble as Janeway fought for words to answer this impostor but nothing would come. She screamed - in a deep male voice, but the nightmare didn't end. "Scream all you like. What was I saying ? ah yes, " continued the person who was now Janeway, as she fingered the four gold Captain's pips on her collar with a slender, manicured finger, "I really like the jewelry, too! "Oh, I realize I haven't got your birth body looking quite right yet," the counterfeit Janeway continued. She touched her face critically. "Even with B'Elanna's help the makeup is a little too heavy and... how do you get that certain touch to the curve of your hair? However, very soon now, I shouldn't have any more problems with your hair or makeup." The apparent Janeway went back to the full length mirror. She smiled broadly and said. "I will love being Captain!" Janeway, still desperate for answers, tightly controlled her fury and said red in face. "Who are you?" she croaked - not yet in control of her new deep voice. "I can answer that question by showing you who 'you' are," answered the person now occupying her body. "You see, you didn't really have a sex change operation. It was more like a mind swap." Janeway's old body walked gracefully over and held up a hand Mirror. Staring into the mirror the interloper held in front of her face, Janeway saw the features of the ship's newest ensign. Pulver had joined the ship right out of the academy just before they left earth, And now was assigned to B'Elanna's engineering crew. "So you are Ensign Pulver?" asked Janeway more in control of her new deeper voice. "Well, I was - but now 'you' are," answered the counterfeit Janeway with a maddening smile. Mockingly she felt Janeway's new arm muscles with a slim female hand. "My you're so strong! Such a stud!" 'She' mocked. Janeway, still in trying to get information kept her horror and anger under tight control, but with difficultly. "Why did you do this, and 'how' did you do it?" "As to the why, It's a long story. But it began when B'Elanna caught me trying on her extra duty uniform. I had borrowed it from her locker one day and was enjoying it in my quarters when she happened to walk in on me." "You were dressing in her uniform? Why?" "I really don't know why. I've always been this way. It's not that I'm gay. I'm a sucker for sex with girls. Which, you'll find out soon now that you're me. I saw you with Hess. You seemed to get into as much as I did, you stud you! Anyway, I like women and really admire them, which is why I've wanted to be one all my life. Trying on their clothing is about the closest I've been able to get to it - up to now that is!" "So B'Elanna helped you do this?" "Yes, she was really understanding about finding me in her uniform. And, a few days later, she came to me with this idea. She was really furious with you about Paris! - something - you should know and thought this would be excellent revenge. I jumped at the chance, of course." B'Elanna's hate filled Klingon features during the confrontation was burned into Janeway's memory. "Okay, I understand." said the figure trapped on the bed. "But how did you accomplish this unholy swap and how did you get the doctor to cooperate." "It was easy," said Pulver in Janeway's voice, absent-mindedly enjoying the feeling she got from touching her new breasts and smooth face. "B'Elanna knew the information on how to do the body swap was on the ship's databanks. It was acquired from the library of an extinct civilization on an early Federation survey trip. On Cadmus you remember the famous story of Captain Kirk and Janice Lester? "Anyway we needed skilled medical assistance to carry out the process, but there was no problem with the doctor." Pulver laughed. "B'Elanna just changed his programming. He thinks we're doing this secretly and by mutual consent. Nobody will ever find out from him what happened here. It was sure nice of you to swap bodies and lives with me!" The present Janeway smiled mockingly. The old Janeway, with all the data now in hand, now felt that she had the solution to her problem. "You won't be able to get away with this, young man! You don't know anything about my personal life. Do you think you could fool my husband with this for a moment after we get home? And how could you run the ship? It takes years of seasoning and experience to do what I do, and even if you had that, your style of command would hardly match mine." "Look, you and B'Elanna have done a very clever thing..." the transposed Captain continued. "And, I have to admit, you really took me down. Get the doctor to switch us back and I promise this incident will be entirely forgotten and off the record." The triumphant smile that spread over her former face in response to this remark told Janeway that she had played her cards and lost. "Oh, I'll have no trouble taking your place," said Pulver, sounding more and more like the Captain as she continued to work with the Janeway voice. "You see, we've only been through the first stage of this swap." Pulver touched the com badge. "Doctor, we're ready now, Janeway wants to be the one sedated." At that, the doctor rolled another bio-bed into the room. B'Elanna was with him and wearing a very nasty smile. "How are you doing, 'Pulver'?" she asked laughing. At the head of the boil-bed was an array of strange-looking electronic equipment and wiring. "I really don't know why you two have decided to exchange identities," he grumbled in his perennially exasperated manner. "As an emergency holographic doctor, I don't usually get called upon to do elective medical procedures. Just be sure one of you remembers to shut me off after this is over so that I can get some well-deserved rest!" "Hold still for a minute," the doctor said to Pulver's former body, quickly injecting something into the muscular arm. And before Janeway could protest, she drifted off into unconsciousness - but not before she saw her old body climb up on the other bed Pulver, in her body, cooperate eagerly as twin electrodes were attached to their heads. After an unknown amount of time had passed, Janeway clawed her way back to consciousness. Pulver, every hair in place and makeup perfect was comfortably and gracefully settled in a chair facing her. She was sipping a cup of coffee. Pulver was Janeway to a T. "I just wanted to speak to you one more time before returning to the bridge," said the counterfeit Janeway. "Odd, you know I never liked coffee before. But now I love it. I guess I will find other likes and dislikes. So will you, Ensign. "Think for a minute, and you can see that you have all my memories. And believe me, I have yours. But there is a difference. We altered the transfer process so that your former personality is not accessible to you. You know who you really are, but you have to act like Pulver! Also, you will remember none of the access and security codes. After all they're not for the lower ranks!" Smiling triumphantly B'Elanna entered the room carrying a package. "Good afternoon, Captain." she said respectfully to the person in the Janeway body. "Good indeed, B'Elanna. I've been talking to Pulver, the poor boy seems confused, but I'm sure you can straighten him out!" The new Janeway turned back to the man on the bed. "So long, Ensign! You be a good boy and do what B'Elanna tells you to do." With a musical laugh, she rose lightly from the chair and headed for the door. Speechless, the former Janeway could only watch as her body walked out of her life forever. But before the new Captain's footsteps had died, out B'Elanna smiled a triumphant smile as she flipped the switch that released the bio-bed's restraints. "I could have easily taken your place myself, Kate but Pulver really wanted to make the switch and I'm quite comfortable with my identity. Besides I couldn't give up Paris. You don't deserve anyone wonderful like him for a lover. But don't worry you have Yeoman 'Tits' Hess for a lover. I'm afraid she has 'You' wrapped around her finger. But I have what I want. The CAPTAIN will restore Tom's rank and now you report to me and you'll have to begin your career all over again. You'd better hop to it if you want to get anywhere in Starfleet, and if I were you I'd stay out of my clothes. "Oh yes, speaking of uniforms, here's YOURS, Pulver" she said, handing Janeway the package. "Get dressed and report to me in engineering at once. If you're late I'll put you on report, Ensign!" Janeway's mind was screaming in impotent rage, but what came out of her - his mouth was a smart "Yes Sir," delivered in Pulver's normal tones. Struggling with the strange new balance of this body, he took off the hospital gown and began to put on the ensign's uniform. Pulver's memories came to the fore and Janeway knew how dress as a man. The intercom came to life. "This is the Captain," the new Janeway's clipped tones emerged from the speaker. "I'm in a very good mood today and I want to buy everyone a drink. Stop by the commissary after duty and tell them it's on me!" B'Elanna laughed. "Very generous of the Captain, don't you think so Pulver?' "Yes, Sir!" Said the new Pulver helplessly. Ironically he was glad 'the Captain' was passing out drinks. He would need one! Part 3 The crew was more than a little surprised when the Captain apologized to Paris and restored his rank on a ceremony broadcast to the entire ship. Janeway said, "I've been doing some soul searching and realized I was wrong. I also am going to recommend you for the Federation's highest honor for you taking back the ship and rescuing us off that barren planet," "That's wonderful, Captain." Paris was so happy! B'Elanna pressed he lover's arm fondly. She and Seven had done it! All was right with the world. Everyone on the bridge was happy. They were glad to see the Captain acting more rationally. In the last couple of days she had certainly acted more lighthearted. Down in engineering the former Janeway scowled. He hated this feeling of helplessness. Here he was a star ship captain now being bullied by B'Elanna and doing only scut work all the while having to watch an impostor take over his old body and life. And try as he might he could tell no one! The programming held! Damn them to the infinite levels of hell! But somehow he'd get his life and body back. Somehow. But he didn't know how? All his access codes had been removed from his memory ? now the new Janeway had them. Of course the new Ensign Pulver was in torture when he watched the touching bridge ceremony. Watching someone else living in his birth body and being Janeway was hell on earth. Life really sucked now. He had to obey B'Elanna, was a man, and was only an ensign and this new body hated coffee. Yeoman Harris came seductively up and pressed her lush body against him. "What say lover, were both off duty so come and due your duty!" she giggled. When he was Janeway he couldn't stand the slutty, stupid girl, but how that he was Pulver he was condition both by the programming and this cursed body to be her lover! So he allowed himself to be led away by this giggling girl to her quarters. How he missed his former body. He hated being a man! But still he loved having sex as one! God it felt so good and it helped make up for the rest of his misery. The slut Harris had him wrapped around her fingers and he jumped through hoops! He was a sex addict if there ever was one! In her plush quarters 'Captain Janeway' relaxed with a cup of coffee from her own replicator. She looked admiringly and smugly around. It was great living in such luxury! She had her own bath, her own cabin was twice of size of most and four times the size of that pathetic Ensign Pulver's. She got up and gracefully crossed to the mirror and admired herself. "Kate, you're so beautiful, so graceful!" She said in her slightly nasal voice. She turned this way and that admiring her nude form. It was a dream come true. The door communicator chimed. "Who is it?" she asked, reaching for a silk robe. "B'Elanna, Captain." "Come." It still thrilled her for her former superior to call HER Captain. "Thanks again for keeping your word so promptly, Captain." "It was my pleasure, dear. I will be forever grateful for what you have done for me." "You still don't regret losing 14 years of life?" She laughed musically. "Hardly. It was a trade well met. Incidentally, B'Elanna I don't know if it is my imagination or not but I seem smarter now?" B'Elanna Torres almost betrayed Seven by mentioning her analysis. "That is to be expected. You have the brains ("Such as they are." was Seven's comment but she didn't mention the slur) of Captain Janeway. Your Intelligence is a factor on 7.45. Pulver, poor thick MAN is only 5.56. (Seven's was off the scale. Parris was 10! She was so proud of him. Hers was 8.61) "With your permission, Captain, Seven of Nine, Paris and I have come up with a new plan to use Transwarp drive." The new Janeway's shaped brows rose. "Seven? I thought you two didn't get along?" "That was true, but both of us have reached an understanding where mutual aid is more beneficial than conflict." "By all means then, B'Elanna. I trust all three of you. Proceed. Just keep me informed. I want to go home as much ? or more than anyone." She smiled, thinking she would be CAPTAIN JANEWAY returning in triumphant. A husband would greet her. How would she handle that? But from new memories she knew she both enjoyed and embraced her husband and sex. The crew was stunned. Seven and B'Elanna were working together! And their conservative Captain had agreed to a radical new approach. Also Janeway had promoted the senior officers one rank and given Seven the acting rank of full commander and science office on B'Elanna's and Paris's recommendation. It was time for bi yearly revues. Officers were reviewing the ranks and making fitness reports on their subordinates. Outwardly calmly but seething inside and yet nervous. Ensign Pulver waited his turn. It was so humiliating. He sat down in front of a frowning Torres. She was glancing through a computer screen. "Pulver I'm afraid I have to mark your work as unsatisfactory. You lack concentration and dexterity. Part may be done to basic lack of grey matter but much is certainly due to your ? shall we say susceptibility to women! Whenever a pretty girl goes by you drop everything to stare, I've monitored your physicals at these times and you get so sexually excited you forget everything. You have to learn to control yourself." "Yes, sir!" said the present Pulver, burning inside. This was hell! "I'm afraid you are going to be an ensign for a very long time at this rate, Pulver." "Yes, sir. I will try and do better." "Dismissed." B'Elanna was laughing inside. This was too just. And one of the best parts about it was that it was a fact based evaluation. A few weeks later Captain Janeway was inspecting engineering and the changes to the engines. "Good work all," she said briskly. "It looks very promising." A very nervous ensign bumped into her. "Sorry Captain," he sputtered red faced. "Who's this, B'Elanna?" asked Janeway. "Ensign Pulver, Captain." "Pulver, Pulver? I don't seem to recall ? well never mind." She smiled patronizingly at the young man. "Well Pulver, you'll never get far in Star Fleet if you almost knock down your Captain, will you?" "No, Captain." "Good, see that you remember it." Janeway clapped B'Elanna on the shoulder. "By the way I am honored to be your matron of honor at your wedding. I can't wait to get home to my own husband." "No you honor us, Captain." Pulver felt hidden tears come to his eyes. He had lost his original body, and a husband. Again after work he was Yeoman Hess's toy. Could hell be any worse than his new life? The good news spread around the ship. The new drive worked! The new Drive worked. They would be home in a few months rather than many years. Even Pulver was celebrating. "Maybe he could transfer out of this hell hole to another ship where he wouldn't be bullied and put down by a bunch of bitches!" He muttered out loud and was rebuked by his superior B'Ellanna. When they arrived on earth the Federation went wild. The impossible had happened. Voyager had made it home with its priceless data. As a major bonus it had developed thanks to Seven of Nine, B'Elanna and Paris a new transwarp drive. Also, Seven proved that Borg's assimilation could be reversed. Captain Janeway was feted and promoted to Admiral. First officer Chakotay was promoted to Captain and B'Elanna and Paris to full commanders. Seven was given a special title Minister of Borg Studies and was a special advisor to both Star Fleet and the Federation council. They were very impressed with her. Pulver was still an Ensign of course. He had to marry Hess as she insisted on it or no sex. Admiral Janeway toured the ship arm and arm with her husband. Everyone knew of their touching reunion and how they were acting like newly weds. Only Pulver was not happy for them. In engineering Admiral Janeway presented her husband to B'Elanna and Paris. Then said. "I would also like him to meet the crew here as elsewhere." Lowest on the list of course was Pulver. With a smile only Janeway, Pulver and B'Elanna understood the Captain said "Dear, this is Ensign, Pulver." her slim arm was fondly about her husband as was his arm about her waist. Her husband smiled a polite smile. And said with gazed eyes. "Happy to meet you, young man." Pulver felt tears in his eyes. "Thank you, sir. I'm so happy for you both," he found himself forced to say. "Thank you," Janeway said with a wide, significant smile. Epilog Pulver got a new ship but his record followed him. Paris's bride was more welcomed by his illustrious family than she expected. His father thought she had been a steadying influence on his brilliant but erratic son. Admiral Janeway was in charge of intelligence. She was pregnant and would not travel in deep space until her baby was born. Her aid said. "Seven of Nine to see you, Admiral." "Show her in!" she never made Seven wait. "Good to see you, Seven." "Thank you, Admiral Janeway." Seven with her Borg senses could tell they were not monitored or recorded. "Boskone 833379282." She said. Janeway went into a trance. Seven smiled slightly. B'Elanna was useful but not overly intelligence. She never suspected that more than the former Janeway's mind might have been conditioned. "Here are your instructions for the week. You will have the doctor examine Minister of Education Surrestec." "Of course, Seven " "You will think this is your own idea." It would be a long road but thanks to 'Janeway' I have a key role. Someday my efforts will bare efficient fruit. Humanity and the Federation's course would change towards a conscious effort for improvement and to seek perfection. Not to be Borg, that was too rigid, it had failed. As had the races of the Federations in their sloppy thinking and lassitude. No, things would change as more and more high ranking officials and opinion makers came under her influence. There would be resistance of course, but I am prepared for this and the resistance would be futile. The End