Day 7
Day 7
***
The sixty-four new arrivals awoke to the sounds of chimes, followed by a voice coming from the air.
"Greetings from your fellow abductees. I am Fleet Admiral Honor Alexander-Harrington of the Manticoran Star Navy, an abductee as are you and all the women aboard this place, a space station called Nike. Our abductors are not on this space station nor do we know who they are. I ask that you wait in your room and hear out the rest of this orientation broadcast that we, your fellow abductees, have created to give you what answers we have been able to discover thus far. At the end of this presentation, there will be instructions on how to meet with us who have arrived before. We come from different times, different parts of the universe, different histories. We believe that Nike is in a universe completely different from our own. We are dedicated to discovering a way home for all, to our mutual self defense, and to the discovery of our abductors."
***
I was stationed in the hallway nearest to my own room. The same orientation was playing for us as it was in the room, the better to judge when it would be completing. I was pleased to see that no one at least in my line of sight was running out of the rooms or sprinting down the hall. Hopefully this would help avoid the close calls that we were starting to have as more and more people were arriving. Honor's introduction segued into Jessica's explanation of the intake process, and then Beverly's explanation of the medical situation and procedures. Beverly's part of the presentation was about half-way through when an authoritative woman with auburn hair came striding down the hall.
"Take me to Doctor Beverly Crusher."
Guess it was going to be one of those days - again.
***
Honor was sitting on the bridge along with just a few others - most the rest were in the corridors of Nike to help guide the new arrivals. The broadcast had just finished, and seemed to have worked mostly according to plan, though there had been a few who exited their room prematurely it sounded. Honor suspected that they had a few more close alternate histories to people already here again. Even so, when the bridge door opened and the dark featured woman with the Winton features entered the bridge, Honor still was taken aback.
"Mike, Mike Henke!"
"Honor!"
Dale was a bit shocked when Admiral Harrington actually ran over and embraced the other woman, tears running down her eyes.
"Mike, I'm so happy to see you, but damn, why do you have to be trapped in this thing, no matter what universe you're from."
"Hell, Honor, we'll get out of this faster than either of us got away from the Peeps! Whoever behind this has made a serious mistake placing the two of us in their trap together."
***
Jessica was still in the commissary, but in a few days if they hadn't discovered a way off Nike, she would have to move her command center to the auditorium they had discovered on Nike's schematics. There were actually more than one commissary on Nike, but this one was the closest to the center of the station, and to the bridge, and it still made for a good assembly area. The ability to get the new arrivals something to eat and a place to eat it at was also an attraction. She had already processed a few when she heard a voice.
"Reverend Mother."
Jessica turned to see a familiar blue-within-blue set of eyes looking back at her.
"Chani? Chani, is that really you?"
It had to be her, but older, and of course very pregnant.
Chani was equally surprised to see Jessica look so young and so pregnant, as she had not seen her for years.
***
"Um, Helena, where is Beverly? I have someone here."
Even as I said the words, Beverly entered the main portion of the infirmary and came to a sudden halt.
"Commander Crusher, I have some questions for you."
"Vice Admiral Janeway?"
"The same. We can start talking as you examine me - that is the procedure is it not?"
"It is, Admiral. We also should compare histories and see where we diverge."
"I do have some familiarity with alternate timelines, Dr. Crusher. Let's get to it."
"Afterwards, Beverly, I think I ought to escort the Vice Admiral to the bridge to meet with Admiral Harrington."
Kathryn Janeway nodded, "I think that would be best."
***
Leia Solo was in another corridor, close to her sleeping quarters, like most of the people who had arrived on Nike. Today, however, Leia didn't need the chimes or the beginning of the recorded announcement to alert her to the arrival of new abductees. She felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if some massive power had entered Nike. She had something like this only from a few people; her father (of course she had known him as Darth Vader at the time), and her brother. However, she was much more attuned herself to the Force now than then, so it hit her like a palpable wave.
***
Dr. Crusher began her examination of Vice-Admiral Janeway as she gave her a brief synopsis of her past week on Nike.
"I would have thought if you had disappeared, Doctor, that Jean-Luc would have torn a hole through the Alpha quadrant looking for you."
Beverly blushed a bit at that. "Well, Admiral, we all seem to be from different timelines, so I doubt your Jean-Luc Picard has been much concerned. Here, let me show you the difference in quantum signatures between us." Beverly placed her own quantum signature on Nike's version of a viewscreen, then scanned Kathryn Janeway for hers.
"Doctor, I may not be a Starfleet physician, but I believe I have a fair head for science. To me, those quantum signatures look identical."
"That is because, Admiral Janeway, they are. I think perhaps I should accompany you and Ms. Smith to the bridge."
***
The three of us went up quickly to the bridge, Beverly, Vice-Admiral Janeway, and myself. I found it quite fascinating to hear that they had both been brought from the same timeline, in fact the same time. This was unprecedented in the week that we had been on Nike. I was also interested to see how Honor, Fleet Admiral Harrington, would react to Vice-Admiral Janeway. The woman had her own imposing way about her that was for certain!
We entered the bridge to see Honor thick as thieves with what I supposed must be a new arrival, though you wouldn't know it from the way that they were going about.
"Honor, Beverly and I have brought a special arrival to meet you."
Beverly continued, "Admiral Honor Alexander-Harrington, may I introduce you to Vice-Admiral Kathryn Janeway, of Starfleet Command, and according to my scans, from the same time and timeline as my own."
Honor pulled herself away from her new arrival to stride over to us, "Two Vice-Admirals in the same day, no less! Welcome, Admiral Janeway. I must say I've been impressed with the stories I've heard of your Federation and Starfleet. A bit like what the Solarian League should have been. May I introduce you, Doctor Crusher, and Sarah Jane to my good, dear friend and fellow officer, Lady Gloria Michelle Samantha Evelyn Henke, Countess Gold Peak, Vice Admiral of the Red, Royal Manticoran Navy."
Mike made a face, "None of that, Honor. Please, ladies, call me Mike, or Admiral Henke if you must be formal. The rest of that aristocratic gilding we can leave should you ever visit the Star Empire of Manticore."
I liked Mike almost immediately, much sooner than I had warmed to Honor, though I considered her quite close, now, among my Nike acquaintances.
Dr. Crusher asked, "Did you two discover any divergences in your histories?"
Honor replied, "Not yet, no."
Beverly took out an instrument she had previously referred to as a tricorder, "That's probably because you two have the same quantum signature. You are from the same time and timeline!"
I exclaimed, "Two in a row! Nike is throwing us another curveball, as the Americans would say."
Kathryn Janeway cut in, "That's all very well, but what I'd like to know is what progress you've made thus far in determining a way back to our home universes. I have some previous experience both with being trapped a long way from home with a mixed crew, and with time and alternate dimensional travel, so perhaps I could help if I could get a briefing on the situation thus far, in more detail than what I heard in the introduction in my room?"
Honor replied, "Of course, Vice-Admiral, though I will tell you we have multiple abductees on Nike with similar trans-temporal and trans-dimensional experiences, including your guide there, Ms. Smith. But we value any assistance you can lend to the cause. Mike, it would probably be useful for you to hear more as well, even though we Manticorans have much less experience with these time and universe translocations."
"I'm at your disposal, Honor."
***
Lieutenant Athena had the bridge watch that morning with Admiral Harrington. As the names and information of the new arrivals started to come through Athena scrolled through it, looking for any similarities such as she had experienced with Kara Thrace. At one entry she stopped, read, then read again.
"Admiral Harrington?"
"Yes, Athena?"
"Another new arrival from a Battlestar Galactica, and with a name I recognize at that. Permission to investigate?"
"Very well. It seems to be a day of reunions."
Athena exited the bridge and headed for the infirmary.
***
Leia Solo had not been able to find the source of the disturbance in the Force at the commissary, so she next headed for the infirmary. As she approached, she could feel that she was getting close, though the sensation was no longer nearly as strong as that first shock on the moment of the woman's arrival. As she entered the infirmary, she was steered by the Force to the right of the room where she was somewhat surprised to see Susan Ivanova. It was the woman standing next to her that was the person Leia had sought.
Susan saw Leia approach, "Leia Organa Solo, let me introduce you to another refugee from Babylon 5, my Babylon 5 it would seem according to the scans. This is Lyta Alexander."
Leia stared at the red haired woman with dark eyes that sometimes seemed too dark. "I take it you two were friends on your former space station, Susan?"
"Comrades in Arms. Both fought against the Shadows, and both have a disliking for the Psi Corps."
Lyta snorted, "Dislike is an understatement, Susan. Best part of this whole Nike situation; no Psi Corps."
"A pleasure to meet you, Lyta. I was looking to see if anyone from my own galaxy had arrived on Nike. I hadn't expected to meet someone from Susan's."
A voice inside Leia's head said 'I bet you didn't.'
***
Cordelia Vorkosigan was checking in arrivals still in the commissary, though most had gone to the infirmary. A straggler came through the door.
"Hello, welcome. I'm Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan. Can I get you to fill out one of our information forms?"
"I suppose so. What is your native language?"
"Betan, but everyone here speaks this Nike stuff after arriving, except for the occasional curse word."
"Really? Have you tried speaking Betan? Really trying."
"Well, no, I suppose not."
"Try it now. Think of it like trying to access a foreign language. Do you know languages other than Betan?"
"Yes."
Cordelia found much to her delight that with effort, she could in fact speak Betan. She said a few words out loud to savor them.
"Interesting. So Betan seems to be English derived." The new arrival then said a few words of what sounded like passable Betan, though a bit off.
"You know Betan?"
"No, just good with languages. It is easier since arriving to just speak in this Lojban derivative. Everyone I've run into so far seems to understand it.
"You know what this Nike language is?"
"Certainly. It's a variation on an artificially constructed language from the early 21st century, with syntax based on first order logic, and a very regular phonology. Word roots mostly based on six common languages of the time, including your root tongue, English. Very easy to learn, especially for computers. I do find it an interesting twist, however, that whoever designed this communications system has a customized Hangul script for writing Lojban. Lojban was developed using a Roman alphabet. I kind of like the merger of the two; Hangul is such a well constructed writing system. It's impressive that the original Hangul was developed in the 15th century Korean peninsula, when you think about it."
"And you recognize both? That's amazing. Who are you?"
"Hoshi Sato, 22nd century Earth, Starfleet, Communications Officer for the Enterprise."
Cordelia looked at her tablet, "We seem to be having a run on Starfleet Officers this week."
***
Even though Wilma Deering had intelligence experience as part of her service to the Earth's Defense Directorate, she found that in the past week she had spent most of her time in a Nike fighter or trying to put together a fighter wing. She was somewhat surprised to see Lieutenant Athena approaching with another woman in tow. Athena was wearing the dark uniform that was standard for bridge crew for battlestars, as the great warships of her worlds were known. Wilma had been running Athena through drills in Nike's fighters whenever she could to start building her flight skills, just in case, so she knew that Athena was on bridge duty at present. However, she imagined the other woman with her was the reason for her unexpected appearance. The new arrival with Athena had sandy hair and brown eyes and a bit of a swagger to her walk. She was garbed in a brown flight suit that had a similar design in some ways to Athena's.
"Colonel Deering, I've brought you another recruit for your fighters. Wilma Deering, meet Lieutenant Sheba. Sheba is actually from my own Battlestar Galactica."
"By way of Pegasus." Sheba interjected.
"Well, we're glad to have the help, Sheba. Why don't we take out some fighters and see how you take to them."
"Sheba, I have to return to the bridge, but we'll talk later. Apollo would kill me otherwise." Athena smiled, "Colonel Deering will run you through your paces."
"So, Colonel, which bird can I have?"
After their trial flight, Deering couldn't help smiling. Sheba was good, very good.
***
Cordelia Vorkosigan had just finished giving Ensign Sato directions to the infirmary when a voice called, "Lady Vorkosigan!"
Cordelia turned around to see a familiar tall, athletic, but very pregnant, blonde woman enter the room, "Ludmilla Droushnakovi! Pregnant as well! Who is the lucky man? Please tell me it's Kou."
"Of course it's Kou! You think I'd be working on my second child with anyone else but my husband? Why are you talking such nonsense? And how are you suddenly pregnant? After what happened to Miles I thought you'd..."
"What are you saying? You must be from my future, or a version of it. Miles is my father's name. But my father's dead. Who is Miles?"
"Your first child, Cordelia. How could you not know that, unless....the briefing, it said some incredible things about different times. What was the date just before you arrived here?"
Cordelia had to think a bit to remember the exact date, as she hadn't thought in terms of the Barrayar calendar for a week.
Droushnakovi blanched, "The night of the soltoxin attack! None of us could ever forget that date. But that must mean, you weren't poisoned?"
"Of course not! Aral! Was Aral hurt?"
"No, we were able to get an antidote in time. But that means...you're pregnant with Miles, right now, and you haven't been exposed to....oh, Cordelia!"
"There's something you're not telling me, was there damage to my child from the soltoxin?"
"Not the soltoxin, but the antidote. Oh, Cordelia, we had failed you both. You were going to die without the antidote, but it was teratogenic."
Now it was Cordelia's turn to blanch, "No. How bad?"
"Should I even be telling you all this? It is your future."
Cordelia Vorkosigan's sea grey eyes glittered dangerously bright.
"Screw the future. You will tell me what has happened to my son!"
"The antidote caused severe damage to his bones. We managed to obtain an experimental treatment that saved his life, but his bones are fragile, terribly brittle. They break all the time, and it's stunting his growth, the poor thing."
Cordelia shuddered to imagine the reaction of the Barrayarans to a defective child, with their horror of mutation. A harelip could be a death sentence in the back-country.
"But he lives. What about his mind, did it do anything to that?"
"Nothing, Cordelia! He's the cleverest little man! He's so young, but Miles thinks circles around most of us."
"Well then, well then....but why do you keep using his middle name? We're naming him Piotr Miles, in the Vor fashion, after his paternal then maternal grandfathers. Doesn't he like Piotr?"
"No, his name is Miles. Miles Naismith Vorkosigan."
"My father's full name. Why?"
"Count Piotr wouldn't allow his name to be given to a child who was damaged."
Droushnakovi decided not to mention at this moment the attempt Piotr made to kill Miles.
"Damn the old goat. We need to get you into the system, Drou. We're going to try to get back home, but until then we need to be prepared for anything."
"Whatever you say, Lady Vorkosigan."
***
Helena Russell was holding down the fort in the infirmary while waiting for Dr. Crusher's return, but there was a long waiting line for evaluation. She hoped Beverly would be back soon, she was much more adept with the examinations due to her time's advanced medical knowledge. Helena oftentimes over the past week felt as if she was back in medical school.
"Excuse me, Dr. Russell, is it? I was informed that you and Dr. Crusher could use a hand here. I've a medical degree and I'm a fairly quick study when it comes to alien technology."
"That would be incredibly helpful. What's your name?"
"Jones. Dr. Martha Jones," said the black woman with the stunning smile.
***
I had managed to link up with Honor and was asked to sit in a meeting with another one of our new arrivals. The woman was much smaller than Honor (most of us were), had an attractive if not beautiful face, and dark hair. Unlike a number of our other new arrivals that day, she appeared to represent a truly new timeline from those we had already encountered. However, as per her intake form, she was our third admiral of the day! Apparently our abductors were feeling that Honor needed some more high ranking company.
It was fascinating watching the two women sitting across from each other. While they looked nothing alike in facial features other than overall coloring, they both exuded what many call 'command presence'. In some ways, this new admiral reminded me of a scaled down Harrington.
"Welcome aboard Nike Station, though of course I wish it were under better circumstances."
"As do I. I don't take well to being shanghaied - um, does your universe have that term?"
"Yes, a hold-over from the old wet navy days of Earth. I take your point."
"I am impressed with what you have done to organize things in just a week, Admiral Harrington."
"Much of the credit for that goes to the very capable women who have been abducted with us. I think you will find we have a very interesting group on Nike."
"Still, I know what it is like to have to throw together a command structure from scratch, and you've worked wonders in that time."
"Yes, you seem to have had precisely that type of experience in your own timeline. I've fought pirates and slavers myself, and they are an unsavory bunch. The degree of long term planning and scale of organization of this pirate conspiracy, however, boggles the mind."
"Yes, it does. Unfortunately they almost succeeded. I lost most of my family in the attacks on our company, I lost a crew full of good people, friends, in the course of the war, but I made them pay for that."
"I know what that kind of loss is like, Admiral Vatta."
"I believe you, Admiral Harrington."
"Call me Honor."
"And you must call me Ky; no one really uses Kylara.
***
Samantha Carter came to the end of the briefing.
"And so, we're trying to figure out a way to either replicate or use the rift/teleportation scheme that our abductors are using as a way to get people home. One of Sarah Jane's acquaintances, Rose Tyler, noted that she had come across a trans-dimensional rift that was being held open by an energy beam. We're looking into this as a possibility when the next arrivals take place."
The briefing had started with some background material for Vice Admiral Janeway, but this was now getting into new territory, and thus Honor had joined the assembly.
Kathryn Janeway spoke up.
"This is all fascinating, Colonel Carter. You've really done some remarkable work for less than a week's time. I have to admit, I find it simply fascinating that people from the early 21st century could have this amount of background. The timelines you and this Rose Tyler come from must be rather extraordinary. However, have you fully thought out the moral ramifications of trying this while a 'new arrival' is being brought in. It could mean the death of whoever is being brought through."
Honor was the one to reply.
"If I were the one being transported, I would rather have someone take the risk and thwart the attempt rather than sit idly by and do nothing."
"As would I, quite frankly, Admiral. But do we have the right to make that decision for another." Kathryn Janeway retorted.
"I don't know that we have the right, but I think we have the duty to attempt to escape, and to halt this mass abduction."
Sam interjected, "All of this may be moot. We still have no clear idea as to whether we can generate a sufficient energy beam of the right type to hold open a rift."
***
Martha Jones was new to the infirmary, but the large number of arrivals meant that there was only time for on the job training. Helena had run her through the machinery which really was simple to operate, and introduced her to Dr. Crusher when she arrived. While Martha was still a bit stunned to find herself in this situation, she'd always been one to work through her shock rather than freeze up or any such nonsense.
One of the last to come through her exam room was a very pregnant lady. She had no idea where she was from, but then she saw the scans were being flagged - hmm, similarities to someone already here. And a problem as well. From what the briefing and Helena and Beverly had said, that seemed surprising. Martha hit her newly issued combadge.
"Dr. Crusher, this is Dr. Jones. We've a bit of a surprise. Could you come to my exam room?"
"Is there something wrong, Doctor?"
"Not as such, or at least nothing we can't take care of."
Martha read through the information her patient had entered, and the scan comparisons. She hit her combadge again.
"Organa Solo, please report to the infirmary and ask for Dr. Jones."
***
Kaylee had been hard at work studying everything she could get her hands on in the Nike database about the station itself and the ships attached to her. While Kaylee wasn't a great fan of reading, when it came to the ships she couldn't get enough! She had loved Serenity, her home, but these ships were just so, so....Shiny! She hoped the Admiral would let her go out as an engineer on one of them. She felt a little guilty for hoping that it would take at least a few months to get them back home, so she could go out on the ships of Nike. Simon would understand, she was sure.
Ellen Ripley knocked on the open doorway in way of announcement.
"Kaylee, I've got someone here who wants to see you."
"Really? Who? Is it Colonel Carter again? She comes up with some awfully interesting ideas."
"No, not Carter."
A tall dark skinned woman with soft curled hair and luscious full lips strode into the room with the carriage of a warrior woman.
Kaylee squealed in delight, "Zoe!"
She threw herself up from her reading to hug the woman before her.
"Kaylee, what have we gotten into this time?"
***
Susan Calvin sat next to Samantha Carter after her briefing with some of the military types on the station.
"I think our hosts aren't malicious."
Sam blinked, "And how do you get to that, Dr. Calvin?"
"While my profession is robopsychology, I do have a degree in human psychology as well. I've been doing an analysis of the situation, and have come to some tentative conclusions."
"I would be fascinated to hear anything you've developed."
Susan sipped her tea, "The first clue is our living conditions. We are unconstrained except by our very displacement. Somehow I don't believe they have made a whole universe as a prison for us. We are not meant to be prisoners. Also, the facilities here are comfortable if a bit lacking in imagination. Our hosts have even been so kind as to transport our personal reading materials and records with us. That could only be to our benefit. We are even given the means to travel and to defend ourselves in the event of attack. But I think the strongest evidence is the pattern to the arrivals."
"How so?"
"In a few ways. First, the pattern of arrivals. The simple geometric progression of arrivals is providing us the opportunity to handle the displacement and sudden thrusting of new people into our lives in a manner that we can digest. While Ms. Smith arrived alone and had to deal with double the number of people the next day, with such a small number that wasn't at issue. Ever since then we have had almost precisely the number of people already here as arrive, allowing for almost a one-to-one of people who have been able to adjust to the situation as those being thrust into the new environment. And then there is the order of arrival. We had in the early days everyone arriving from very disparate histories and worlds. As we were all in essence strangers here, we had no alternative but to get to know, trust, and rely on each other. Only in the past two days are we seeing arrivals of people we have more of a history with, but we have already formed working relations with several people from different worlds, acting as bridges between the groups. It really is a very elegant way to deal with a need to bring a large number of people somewhere in a short amount of time. But the most telling item is the people they are choosing."
"What, pregnant women?"
"No, that I believe goes to their need for doing this all. I am still working on their character."
"So what, then?"
"Tell me, Dr. Carter, how do you get along with the people you have met here on Nike?"
"Well, pretty well. Sarah Jane, Honor, Beverly, all of them are really very competent, nice people, once you get to know them."
"Yes. Everyone here is unusually competent, but in addition to that, they all seem to be inherently decent people, heroic even, when you get into some of their stories. Our hosts are not bringing petty or malicious people here; they are bringing some of the best humanity has to offer."
"So you think our selection in some way reflects our abductors - hosts - own values?"
"Yes, I think it does."
"But why all this secrecy? And how could they justify our involuntary separation from our homes and families?"
"I think that goes to their needs, their constraints if you like."
"Do go on, Doctor."
***
Beverly was the first to enter the exam room. "What can I do for you, Dr. Jones?"
Martha bit her lip ever so slightly, "Please review these readings for me, Dr. Crusher. I'm still a bit new to all this, and obstetrics wasn't exactly a specialty of mine."
Beverly looked over the scan on the new arrival, "I see your concern, Martha. While this reading here could mean a serious problem during delivery, especially if it were under stressful conditions, we have the capacity here on Nike to correct it rather easily. Any Starbase hospital could do likewise."
Martha nodded, "You'll have to recall, however, that I'm from the 21st century, no matter the rather, um, extended education and access to advanced alien technology I've had."
"Of course. Both you and Dr. Russell are adjusting incredibly well." Beverly turned to the new arrival, "Both you and your twins will be fine."
At that very moment, Leia entered the room. "Someone called for me?"
Martha answered, "Yes, ma'am. Might I run another quick medical scan on you, for confirmation?"
"Confirmation of what precisely?"
"Relatedness, if you will."
Leia eyed the new doctor, but relented. The handheld medical scanner was done in a moment. "That's, that's remarkable."
"Exactly what?"
Martha saw that the new arrival and the Princess, while seeing each other, didn't seem to be reacting as she would have expected, "Um, do you two recognize each other?"
Both shook their heads, "No."
Beverly looked at the readings Martha was comparing, "I find that hard to believe, Leia."
"Why not? Who is this woman? What is your name?"
The woman, who had been watching them all with a certain detached readiness stated calmly, "Senator Padmé Amadala. I heard the Doctor call for you earlier. Are you by chance a relative of Senator Bail Organa?"
A light went on in Leia's mind, "Oh my, oh my..."
Beverly interjected, "So you recognize each others' names, but your relation to each other...."
Leia cut Beverly off, "She is my mother. And that means..."
Martha interjected, "One of her twins is genetically identical to you."
Leia, feeling as if she were on the edge of hysteria, flipply responded, "Twins run in the family."
Finally Padmé's cool demeanor crumbled, "They said something about people coming from different times, but I didn't expect anything like this. I always thought I'd name a girl Leia, but the Organa part...."
Leia, "I was adopted by the Organas."
"No, why would you - I mean, why would I? What happened to us, Leia?"
"Mother that is a very long story, about things that happened a long time ago..."
***
Lady Jessica had personally escorted Chani to the infirmary and insisted that she be examined by Dr. Crusher personally. It had meant a longer wait for the two, but Jessica felt it was best given the nature of melange and what it meant for spice-addicted arrivals from her universe, whether the affluent of the Empire or the natives of Arrakis, the Fremen. While they waited, it had become clear that Chani was from a much, much later time than Jessica. Paul had done more than survive - he had succeeded in becoming the Kwisatz Haderach, and taken the throne of the Padishah Emperor in the process. And Chani had had to go the same route as she herself, loyal and beloved bound concubine, but never allowed to marry the man she loved for reasons of politics. That would have meant nothing to a proper Bene Gesserit. However, Jessica had not been a 'proper' one.
Chani kept Jessica with her during the exam with Beverly Crusher.
"Beverly, this is my son's beloved. She too has the issue with melange that we discussed previously."
Beverly sucked in a quick breath, "Well, Chani, I don't know if Jessica told you, but we can synthesize it here on Nike."
"She said, but I still find it hard to believe. No one can make the Spice, not in the Known Universe."
"Well, this is the unknown universe, and apparently we can."
Beverly continued the examination, "Hmm, another set of twins! We seem to be having a run on them here on Nike Station."
"Chani, have you been taking any special medical treatments for anything?"
"No, merely a strict Fremen diet - to help me get and maintain my pregnancy."
"This doesn't look dietary. It's only residual collections in the fatty tissues, but. You were exposed to a very strong contraceptive-abortifacient sometime in the past year or so. We are going to need to flush this out further before you deliver. There's also be some residual damage to the placenta, not enough to damage the pregnancy directly, but this could have been a real problem if left to go to term for the actual labor. Still, we're at a stage and with enough technology that we can more than deal with it. You should have a safe delivery."
Chani looked at Jessica, mixed relief and anger in her eyes, "Irulan, it must have been."
***
It was my turn to be keeping record on the Bridge after quite the eventful morning. All sorts of people from the same worlds or near enough had popped into Nike, along with a number of new arrivals who still were from completely unfamiliar worlds. It seemed as if it had been about a 1:1 ratio of people from worlds we 'old timers' knew - and in fact most people knew each other, more remarkably - to those who were from completely different timeline. What this all meant had been quite the item of speculation thus far.
Lieutenant Uhura turned around from her communications station, "Captain, I have a message coming in on subspace - it's a Captain Thrace, call sign Starbuck, hailing us."
Susan Ivanova had the bridge watch. She gave a small lopsided smile, "Put her on the main screen, Uhura."
The forward screen came to life showing an image from her cockpit of Starbuck wearing the distinctive helmet of her people, "Hello there, Ivanova. Just coming back in from a quick tour of the neighbors. You can tell Harrington that I didn't find any threats on the first sweep. I'll give you all a full brief after I bring this bird in and get a shower. Living in this fighter for days is possible, but not the most pleasant experience."
"Understood, Starbuck. We have some interesting updates for you as well when you're ready. Permission to approach Nike Station for docking granted. Uhura, please contact Admiral Harrington to inform her that Starbuck is back and all is well."
***
Honor Harrington sat across from Kathryn Janeway in her quarters, nursing a cup of cocoa.
"So, Admiral, what do you think of our efforts here on Nike?"
Kathryn Janeway replied in kind, "We're in your quarters, Admiral. In my world, officer's mess rules applied, and everything is strictly first name. So please, call me Kathryn."
"Very well, Kathryn. And you will call me Honor?"
"Certainly, Honor. In answer to your question, it is impressive what you've accomplished thus far, given how little time and information you've had. The sensor data you were able to acquire on the new arrival process is especially good work."
"That would be Sam Carter's doing - well, her and Kaylee Frye, who's quite adept with hardware."
"But you've been able to organize these women from different worlds, which has allowed for these successes."
"Well, we've only done what we had to. Speaking of organization, we could use your skills, Kathryn. You've an impressive record both from your own report, and what Beverly told me."
"Dr. Crusher seems to be quite free with my history."
"I hope you won't blame her for that. We've been working fairly closely the past six days. I know that doesn't seem like a long time, but it's been a rather extraordinary six days, even by my standards."
"I suppose. I really am impressed that you've worked out such strong relationships between Nike arrivals over this time. Welding together the Maquis and Voyager's crew took quite a bit longer to get even to this level. And we were from the same universe."
"Actually, reading here," Honor tapped the tablet, "That might have been a hindrance. A lot of history for both groups to overcome, as it were."
"That's true."
"Speaking of history, what are your thoughts in terms of our other Starfleet officers? Our abductors seem to have a strong interest in your Federation, or at least the universes with the Federation. Starfleet represents the largest number of women from a service to show up here at Nike."
"It is curious, isn't it? Wouldn't be the first time that powerful aliens had taken a particular interest in Starfleet personnel."
"Your 'Q'?"
"Hardly my Q, but yes. However, what I think you are trying to get at is am I going to pull rank on them and require them all to report to me rather continue working under you?"
"Not quite how I would have put it, Kathryn. No one is working under me, at least not in any defined capacity. To be honest, it's been an awkward situation for me in terms of legitimacy. We obviously need to organize if we are to have the best chance of returning home, but other than Mike now, I have no authority over these women. Even though none of us are in a declared war against our unknown abductors, I've basically been operating as if we were prisoners of war."
"Something you've had some experience with, I understand."
Honor gave a rueful smile, "You could say that. As highest ranking 'prisoner' on Nike, I've felt a duty towards the others from military type organizations to organize our escape attempt. On the other hand, we don't know that our status is really that of prisoners of war, despite the involuntary nature of our arrival. Also, several of these women are civilians, and holding them to military discipline is also a bit awkward."
"I can see your concerns, Honor. However, I think you are right in the actions you've taken thus far. War or not, military or not, we are defacto prisoners through no fault of our own, and we have a responsibility to find a way home. If I were to fault you on anything, it would be not being aggressive enough in establishing your authority here." Kathryn paused as she let her own words sink in, "So in answer to your original question, I will fulfill my obligations to the Starfleet officers here to see that their welfare is being seen to, but otherwise I will submit to your seniority here. There can only be one captain, or in this case, admiral, of the station."
"Your support would be invaluable, Kathryn."
"You have it, Honor. However, don't think I won't call you on things that I think need doing, as one of your most senior fellow prisoners. And the first thing really is making it clear to everyone that there is a chain of command on Nike."
"And what if the next day's arrivals bring someone even more senior?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now then, as to what I can do to help - I'm a fair hand at science, so I'd like to lend Samantha Carter a hand at her efforts to get us back home. I know I questioned the morality of us trying to force open a rift, but I agree that it may be our best chance, and if what you 'old timers' has postulated about this sequence of transports stopping sometime in the next few days is correct, we need to take that chance soonest. If that doesn't work, and we need to take a longer view on a way back, I'd suggest having me work with that woman," Kathryn glanced at an entry on her tablet, "Cordelia Vorkosigan, about arranging our survey of nearby star systems."
"Agreed." At that point, a voice broke in over the comm.
"Admiral Harrington, Captain Ivanova asked me to inform you that we have established contact with Captain Thrace, and she is en route now to Nike. I am to relay that she has found no immediate threats."
"Thank you, Lieutenant Uhura," Honor turned her attention again to Kathryn Janeway, "I know you want to help with the rift idea, but given your secondary interest in exploration of our local area of space, I think you'll want to sit in on Captain Thrace's report. Plus I just want to see your take on Starbuck."
"Starbuck? As in Moby Dick?"
"Thrace's call-sign. And oddly enough, as far as I can tell, they had never heard of Melville or his whale in her universe."
"Fascinating."
***
I had just popped down to the infirmary to see Martha Jones, another of the Doctor's companions, and this one actually from my universe. Martha and I had met briefly during the Daleks’ abduction of the Earth, and since had some brief contacts due to her position in U.N.I.T. as a physician. She seemed a nice, smart, resourceful girl - in other words, just the type the Doctor seems to travel with. For a moment I wondered how Rose was getting on. She was in a very pregnant way, and so was doing some sedentary work for the group, though I could tell she was chafing at the inactivity the last I'd seen her. It also didn't help take her mind off the implications of Beverly's examination results on her unborn child. What would that time energy intertwined with the child's DNA mean? I was worried for both of them as well, despite Beverly's assurances that everything else seemed be going just fine with mother and child.
I, on the other hand, was fortunate to have plenty to distract my own thoughts. Honor had assembled all the admirals - Janeway, Vatta, and Henke, as well as Colonels Deering and Carter and Captain Ivanova and Cordelia Vorkosigan (Captain, retired). Captain Thrace, Starbuck, finally arrived with a hastily thrown on fresh uniform and her hair still damp.
"I see we've had some additions to the family while I was out sightseeing, Honor."
Janeway gave Honor a look, but Honor waved her aside, "Report, Starbuck."
"I went ahead and loaded the fighter's telemetry and camera footage into Nike's library. I was able to reach three star systems in the time I was away. These ships are really fast, Honor. While there were also a number of red dwarfs in range for a quick visit, for the sake of time I focused on these three stars that were more likely to support planets in the habitable zone. The first two star systems, while perhaps interesting to an astronomer, held no intelligent life or robotic activity. Pretty standard stellar systems. The third also had no technology that I could detect, but the fourth planet has a nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere and an active biosphere. There were no radio or subspace transmissions, the night side was as dark as could be, showing no artificial illumination, and there were no signs of any sort of construction or other signs of intelligent activity. Also no large animal life that I could detect. Mostly plant-analogues it seems. However, this is all from low orbital observations, though I did circle the planet in a spiral several times allowing for an aerial survey of the entire surface. Then I decided to head back to Nike for my report. It's still possible that something could be lurking in near interstellar space or around one of those red dwarfs, but I did nearly an entire circuit ten light-years out from Nike two times, perpendicular to each other, and couldn't pick up anything on long range scans. Best I could do in a short amount of time, and I wanted to report back about that one planet."
Honor spoke first, "Thank you, Starbuck. This nicely corresponds with the drone data we've been receiving. The survey of local space so far is extremely sketchy, so there is a large amount of space for someone to be hiding in, but there is no obvious fleet waiting to descend on us and destroy us I'd wager. The information about this potentially habitable planet is the first we've had any indication of life in this universe."
Janeway commented, "The presence of an M-class planet so close to us is promising, but unlikely to be a coincidence."
Sam added, "You're right, Admiral Janeway, at least if our universe is any guide. We're definitely going to want to know more about that world."
Cordelia offered, "I could take one of the scout ships with a few others to do a more thorough survey of the planet."
Honor shook her head, "Perhaps later if there is need. However, we think have a very narrow window left to try to use the new arrival process to force our way back home. And if we succeed in that, we won't want anyone too far away from Nike. We don't know how long we might sustain an opened rift or rifts, and we have an increasing number of women to return home."
Sam broke in, "Actually, Honor, that may not be a problem, though I wouldn't send just a scout ship. We can send one of the larger ships that have a star gate there, and that way if we need the survey team to make a quick return to Nike, they can. Or we could send a seedship and leave a stargate or two in the system for that purpose."
"That's an excellent point. We'll have to consider it further."
***
Honor Harrington and Mike Henke sat in Honor's personal quarters, "So, what do you think, Mike?"
Mike finished a bite of steak sandwich, "I think the food is as good as anything we could get in Landing, much less shipboard. But that's not what you mean, is it?"
"No."
"This is just so weird, Honor. Are you sure this isn't some sort of Solarian or even Mesan set-up? Some sort of head game?"
"As certain as I can be within limits. First off, to pull off a subterfuge like this, quite frankly, they would have to have access to technology far beyond anything we've heard of. The Solarians are a paper tiger, Mike, as you well found out. They've been relying on their reputation for centuries now, barely advancing any of their miltech. The reports on Mesa, while they are very, very concerning, don't rise to this level. We're talking teleportation, Mike. I don't know of anyone even near that level of technology."
"Unless we're all in some sort of induced hallucination."
"No holes. Even the best induced hallucination would show holes in the delusion. I can't find any."
"And even if you did, what could you do about it?"
"Right."
Honor sipped some more synthale, "This stuff is supposed to taste the same as alcohol, but somehow, something is missing."
"So let's assume things are as they seem to be. You seem to be moving things in the right direction, Honor."
"I'm not alone in that."
"Of course not, Honor, but you're leading the charge. You can't do anything else, never could. Anyway, how goes the project to force our way back through the rift?"
"Sam Carter is heading up that project. She gave me an update just before you arrived here in my quarters. Kathryn Janeway had some very useful additions. She came up with having what the Federation calls 'pattern buffers' to help stabilize the transporter beam for the new arrivals so that when we're trying to get the rift to stay open we'll be less likely to lose the arrival. It doesn't sound like they'll be ready for a real attempt tomorrow, but we will set up some small model power beams of various types in a sector of Nike to see if we can't figure out which is more likely to work when we make a full production one."
"Well, that sounds promising, though I don't like delaying even a day. What if this doesn't work, or we don't get an arrival's room where we've set up equipment. From what you and others have told me, we're only guessing where they are coming in, and we're likely running out of chances."
"Unfortunately true, but I believe we're doing the best we can."
"Probably, Honor, probably. I'm glad that Admiral Janeway is being of assistance. She certainly came in with a head of steam - just wasn't sure where she was going to go with that."
"Kathryn was just doing what you or I would have done, and in my case, did do, on arriving. Assess the situation, organize the resistance, take action. She's been in a situation remarkably similar to this before, you know. Transported an unimaginable distance from home, forced to forge a team out of groups not used to working together, and having to use other technologies when and as able to get home. In some ways, she's more of a natural for leading this effort than anyone else on Nike."
"Except you got there first, and you outrank her. And don't forget your experience on Hades. This isn't your first time planning an escape that should have been impossible."
"Mike..."
"Don't 'Mike' me. I thought you'd gotten over all this false humility a long time ago, Honor. So, did Kathryn Janeway demand to take command here."
"No. She told me to assert my authority, instead."
Mike shook her head, "That woman is a surprise. Didn't know she had such good sense. I agree, Honor. You are our commander, and you need to lead us out of this mess."
"I hope we can get out of this mess."
"That doesn't sound like 'The Salamander' to me."
"Don't, Mike! The Salamander is the media's creation. I've used it when it’s benefited me. But that's a universe away."
Mike shook her head again. Honor could pretend all she wanted that the moniker was just a media hyped image, but she'd seen Honor in battle. There was more to the Salamander than mere propaganda. And God help the people behind this if ever they brought it out of her.
Mike changed the subject, "How are you holding up, without Nimitz?"
Honor paled a bit, "It's hard. We've been apart before, but this feels different. Somehow, I've always known he was out there, even those rare times when we were parted. Now, it's like there's an utter emptiness where he used to be. And Mike, it's not just Nimitz - I get the same feeling about Hamish."
"Oh, Honor, I can't imagine." Mike held Honor's hand as the cruelty of Nike washed over her.