By Coral
Disclaimer: The usual. If Paramount give us C/7, they
can't expect us to stand by and not do anything.
Disclaimer: Uh - this was all Becci's idea.
A herd of Klingon warriors suddenly beamed in. Panicking, Chakotay and Seven broke apart, running for the relative safety of the bathroom. Bat'leths swinging, the Klingons pursued, feral grins on their faces. Chakotay made it. Seven's cumbersome breasts, however, slowed her down so the Klingons were able to get in several well-placed sweeps.
Two hands fell to the floor.
The leader, whom Chakotay hadn't noticed until now, was a small woman. And she was - Chakotay blinked - removing her face?
"Well done," Janeway said, admiring the severed hands and fallen drone. "Maybe she'll keep her hands off my property now."
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