Concept writing WIP: Endgame Admiral Janeway and Picard Era!Seven (except they don’t here).
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Kathryn, and she is just Kathryn now that her past self and her crew passed the threshold, can feel the slow creep of nanoprobes assimilating her. It’s a pain that only a select few have felt.
It was something she thought she would never re-live. Kathryn watched and felt the Borg Queen slowly disassemble in front of her. Kathryn pulled herself up, it didn’t matter if she died, if all went according to plan Kathryn would be erased as well as her timeline.
And then there was a bright light and a voice: “Not just quite yet, Admiral.”
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The white light receded and Kathryn blinked. A face greeted her, a vaguely familiar face. His hair had more grey at the temples, and he looked more weathered.
“Good to see you again, Admiral.”
Kathryn remembered him now, vaguely, he was the man who recruited her and Seven all those years ago. She did recall, vividly, his warning against time travel.
“I don’t know if I can say the same…”
“Captain Juel Ducane,” He provided with a smile. He offered his hand. Kathryn took it cautiously. She had hoped to avoid the Time Bureau altogether, Kathryn felt a pang. All that hardwork.
“I assume you’re arresting me.” She said, weary. Everything she sacrificed all for nothing.
“I’m press ganging you,” Ducane corrected, helping her to her feet. Kathryn felt dizzy, she remembered she was assimilated, she lifted her free hand to her forehead. The implant was still there.
Ducane noticed. “We were able to pause the assimilation process but it’s not something we can reverse.”
“Can’t? Or won’t?” Kathryn said astutely.
“We still have to return you to—“
“The moment of my death.” Kathryn narrowed her eyes, “‘Press gang’, you said.”
Ducane quirked his lips into a smile. “It turns out despite our warnings, this time travel incursion you took was… necessary.”
He moved towards a bank of panels, “We’ve monitored the other timelines where you didn’t or were prevented from bringing home Voyager earlier. Eventually, down the line, it would spell catastrophe for the galaxy.”
Kathryn raised an eyebrow at his phrasing. “You’re over blowing it, Captain.”
Ducane laughed drily. “I assure you, Admiral, when it comes to the timeline, I don’t exaggerate. I’ve been fighting this temporal cold war for decades now, and any deviations when this version of you don’t get to change your past— meant the Borg do find a way to assimilate the Alpha and Beta Quadrant. Gamma quadrant was able to withstand the longest but it’s become a war of attrition for the Dominion. A stalemate of two powers bent on destruction and subjugation.”
“Well, if you put it that way.” Kathryn played it off but her head was spinning. Frankly, she didn’t know if it was the scale, time travel or because she was pulled from the verge of death. “What do you need me for?”
“We needed someone out of time.” Ducane said, “There is an anomaly that’s sprung up and we’re frankly spread too thin to lend a hand. And since you showed you would move Heaven and Earth to achieve your goals, it’s that kind of tenacity we need.”
“Captain, I know you have all the time in the world. But my head is killing me, can you just tell me what’s going on?”
“We just want you to continue what you were doing.” Ducane pressed a few buttons.
And an image of Seven of Nine, an older Seven, but still Seven appeared.
“Save Seven of Nine.”