B'Etor:    My sitster may be swayed by RANK and NAME (she has always had a regretable fodness for -if I can translate this well enough - as we call it- StarF***ing, I am not sure of  the correct term here int his quadrant...)



Lursa:       So starfu**ing you call it sister, just because of that unfortunate incident at the Academy.  And as I recollect Kate was not complaining at the time!  Ok, ok it was Admiral  Pulaski not the Captain but now here is my chance to complete the set!  Do I get more points for a Captain after an Admiral, or for two Federation Kates'?

 Now Captain can you please tell me which time line you are from because, and don't take this the wrong way, but would rather starf**k the Captain not the Admiral  Janeway.


Seven of Nine:    Your desire for more flesh is irrelevant.  I will not allow The Captain to accommodate you in this matter.


Lursa:        Welcome to the tuq of Duras, borg!  We have been waiting for you in anticipation.  Now the games can really begin.  I did not realise that the actions of your Captain were   dictated by the borg, interesting intelligence for us.  Perhaps you should provide some photographic evidence of your veracity borg!  Lursa the prettier and sexier sister.

Seven:        The actions of my Captain are dictated by this Borg.  And I would surmise that any intelligence for you would indeed be interesting.




Are you telling me that now, not only do we have the illustreous
Captn Kthryn Janeway onboard this board, but also the Borg broad Seven of Nine?

No. I will need profe, and enogh of demands for photgrafic proof - I now see
how those cvan be created. NO!
The Sisters Druras demaND of this Seven perpson Somehting in writing.

As the lttle one, the one with the problem with breifmess always requests,
that Jenny Noure,
We too demand a 500 word proofve that you are indeed Seven of Nine,
mate of Catpn Kathyrn Janeway - give us some profve - IN WRITINMG!!!
a thing that only the two of you would noew about.


Seven:    Although I have found your doubt of my candor to be distasteful, I will endeavor to supply your voracity with the proof it requires.

I am not, as you have so incorrectly stated, a ‘broad’.  I was, at one time, the Tertiary Adjunct to the Unimatrix 01, a highly prized title I assure you.

 My Captain severed me from that Collective.  At that time, I was unsure as to her intentions.  But they have since become quite clear.

From the first moment she placed her arms around me in the small, shield shrouded room they referred to as the ‘brig’, I became aware that there was no other location in the  galaxy where I was truly meant to be.  It has only been there, in those small, powerful appendages, that I have understood the phenomenon that mortals refer to as love.

Encased in that love, I have grown to accept and even appreciate my humanity, as Captain Kathryn Janeway could only share her affection with one of strong character and individuality.

 She has welcomed me into her world, shared with me her fascination with her own frail nature and, in that regard, has also partaken of mine.  With her by my side I find that I require no other sustenance to maintain the emotions that I once found so unfamiliar and unwelcome.

 In her arms and eyes I have grown exponentially.  I have found wonder in even the most basic aspects of human life, such as friendship, touch, and hope.  As Borg, these things were considered small and superfluous.

The Borg are mistaken.

In these small gestures and feelings I have found myself experiencing joy in situations that I would have disregarded in the past.

 The most joyous of these has been to awaken in our mutual domicile in advance of her, allowing me a duration of time in which to simply observe her slumbering form.  In sleep, I have found the Captain undiminished in power, and yet still possessing of an amazing quality that I can only deem to be gentleness.

 With her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling rhythmically, I have lost myself in thoughts of what could be.  Something humans refer to as ‘imagination’ takes over my cognitive processes and I contemplate the future with a tenderness that I did not know I possessed.

 I have found that the Captain’s continued well being is closely connected to my own.  I no longer wish to rejoin the Collective or, in truth, be any other place where she is not.

 I have often found myself astounded that such a diminutive form could carry such an abundance of live within it.  As such, it is not surprising that her small form has also allocated space to carry my own heart as well as hers.

 I give it her freely, and warn any that may try to cause her harm that while I am in many aspects now human, I am also Borg.

I suggest you heed that warning.


Janeway:    That's my girl!

Lursa:        So this is all your Captain can reply to your outpouring of love 

 Trust me Seven, I am in no doubt that you are borg but why do you waste your time with this small human woman?  Come and play with me and I will show you games you have never known, games you will remember for the rest of your life, feelings that will burn themselves on your soul.

Come to me borg, let me enclose your beautiful body in my strong klingon arms.  Let me rest my noble forehead on your belly while my fingers reach inside.

Let me show you all the ways that I can mark you with my body, with my teeth, with my tongue, with my lips and with my soul.

Leave that small woman, with her Prime Directives and Starfleet protocols.  Come over to the tuq of Duras and leave all rules at the door.  Come and wipe your feet on my body.  Come and lay your head next to mine.

Seven you are a woman like no others, don't waste that on a Federation tool.

Come to Luras Seven!  You will never regret it.  That I promise.

Lursa the luscious, dexterous, energetic and creative one.





Seven:    I would rather have three words from the lips of My Captain than a thousand uttered with your forked tongue.  Your platitudes and false praises will never be enough to sway my heart from its course.

Lursa:     Oh Seven, have you ever heard the expression "fraudian slip"?

 So you imagine me with a forked tongue.  What is it you imagine me doing with such a useful tool?  Twice the pleasure and double the fun perhaps.

I would be most happy to flick my forked tongue at you Seven 


Seven:    The question you pose is quite intriguing.  Captain?


Janeway:    *standing with disruptor rifle held at the ready*

If you'd like to stay in possession of that forked tongue, I suggest strongly that you keep it well away from my wife. Tuvok gave me a ceremonial Vulcan dagger and I’m VERY adept with it's use.

And in terms of 'enclosing her body in your strong Klingon arms and resting your forehead on her belly' I have only one thing to say to you: THE WOMAN IS MINE!! You mark her, you die...

Seven:        My 'belly' and all other parts of my anatomy, including my heart, remain in the possession of my Captain and wife.  As for the 'virtues' of a forked tongue, she has no need, of that I assure you.

Janeway:        *strides into room wearing full dress white uniform and carrying a single, perfect rose*

My darling Seven, do you remember that charming little trattoria we discovered on our honeymoon? They're holding a table for us. Will you join me for dinner on Lake Como? I thought we might watch the sunset over the lake and then stoll among the bistros and cafes of the Trastevere in Rome. We have a suite reserved at the Regina Hotel Baglioni for several days so we can tour the city. Then perhaps a few days in Tuscany?

Come, my love...     *holding out rose to the most beautiful woman in the galaxy...my wife*


Seven:            *Takes the rose*

Borg do not 'swoon' but if they did, I would certainly be light headed now.  Every moment you bring to mind the reasons that I fell in love with you initially and cause the emotion to grow exponentially with every word you utter.  I accept your invitation with an emotion I can only assume is joy and offer you my heart and soul in return.

I am yours until every star in the galaxy burns out and ceases to exist.


Lursa:            Your Captain is wooing you with sweet words Seven.  I will not woo you like that.  I will not take you to dinner.  I will not give you flowers.

I will bite you with lust.  I will lick you with desire.  I will probe you with my tongue.

I will twist and tweak you, pinch and scratch you.  I will give you my body.

The choice is yours borg.


Seven:        You seem to be operating under the mistaken assumption that my Captain does not already do these things for me.  I assure you that when the Captain and I retire for the evening there is not a centimetre of my body that does not bear her mark in some way.

As it should be...

Lursa:         Seven it seems that for the moment you are satisfied with you skinny, little Federation Captain.  A strange decision for one of your alleged intelligence to make, however, I will  respect your foolishness - for now!