STAR TREK: Voyager
"The Immortal Ship"Disclaimers: All characters of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel" herein mentioned or represented are property of Joss Whedon, creator and writer of the original Buffyverse, and Mutant Enemy Productions. All characters mentioned of the television show "Charmed" are technically owned by the executive producer Aaron Spelling and however many writers they got for that. All characters, scenes, stories, events (maybe), and setting from "Star Trek: Voyager" are original creations of the great and powerful, (and mournfully and woefully dead) Gene Rodenbery and is produced by Rick Berman. Concept of Immortality is "Highlander" and belongs to whoever wrote that first and currently holds producing rites.
Inspiration: Well, I'm certainly not the first to say that Harry Kim is a vampire from Sunnydale, and maybe not the first to say B'Elanna Torres and Chakotay are both Immortals, but I feel confident in my placing Captain Kathryn Janeway as an altogether other type of immortal. Also important to note, if anybody actually takes the time to read this they will see that this is an entirely original story that is meant to be fit into the show's timeline a few weeks before the series Finale. The only ideas I took from other stories or shows are mentioned above. But as for inspiration for Harry Kim being a vampire; that mostly resides in Paradox761's "Magic & Science".
Spoilers: Voyager episodes: "Endgame" "Natural Law" "Homestead" "Sacred Ground" "11:59" and "Unity".
Buffy episodes: "Welcome to the Hellmouth" "Prophecy Girl" "Graduation Parts I and II" and "The Gift".
Angel episodes: "Birthday" and "Waiting in the Wings".
Charmed: just all the wedding episodes, however many there may end up being.
Chapter One: The Truth comes out.
"Captain's Log: Stardate: 54953.4 (three weeks before series finale "Endgame")
Seven years. We've been in the Delta Quadrant for seven years. We've lost people, made friends, and discovered more than quite possibly any star ship in the history of the Federation since the early Enterprise models. After my recent adventure with the Doctor, I've decided to take it easy for a while. On a more general note, B'Elanna Tor…Paris is coming close to term and she and Lieutenant Paris are expecting any day now. I'm sure that everyone is anxious for the new crewman of Voyager to arrive. End log."
The command crew of the USS Voyager was at their stations and other than maintaining the ship's systems, monitoring the scanners, and traveling the course home, everything was perfectly normal. Ensign Harry Kim at Operations, Lieutenant Tom Paris at the Helm, Crewman Seven of Nine (also known as Annika Hansen) at the Science console, Lieutenant Commander Tuvok at Tactical, and Captain Katherine Janeway at the Conn with her First Officer, Commander Chakotay to her left.
At the moment, Tuvok was going over the Security reports for the morning, Ensign Kim was monitoring the ship's functions and keeping an eye out for anything strange to appear on the sensors, hopefully a wormhole to get them home faster. Seven was attempting to locate "strange things" using the Astrometric sensors.
Chakotay meanwhile was trying his hardest not to look back at Seven directly behind him and attempted to look busy by just idly tapping on his console and staring very intently at it. Janeway meanwhile was going back and forth between reading the PADD in her hand, to staring off into the space shown on the view screen.
In short, all was normal aboard Voyager. Until that very moment…
A sudden urgent beeping startled everyone out of their respective "zones" as Harry responded immediately, bringing up what had appeared on sensors. Seven too pulled up the data on her console. The data displayed a quantum subspace fissure forming approximately three hundred kilometers directly in front of the ship.
"Captain!" Ensign Kim shouted. "Some kind of subspace quantum fissure just appeared out of nowhere approximately three hundred kilometers in front of us!"
"All stop!" the Captain instantly ordered. Tom stopped the ship the instant that the words were out of her mouth.
"Ensign Kim?" the Captain asked, planning on the Operations officer to have the answers she was suddenly needing to protect her ship.
"I'm not too sure yet Captain! It…it looks like a quantum displacement field…but that's supposed to be impossible!" Harry said.
"It appears to have formed straight out of subspace," Seven added. "It will be entering the visual spectrum in…twenty seconds."
As soon as the former drone said those words, several strange things happened all at once. Seven felt a sudden stabbing pain in her head, and then her vision blurred for several moments before she closed her eyes, yet the moment she did so, it seemed that her vision had cleared because she could see once again. What she was seeing and how she was seeing it however were beyond her knowledge though.
Everything was a grainy, greenish gray color, if it could be described with color. Mostly it was images, feelings, sensations, as though she were experiencing a very vivid memory. If it was, then she did not like what she was remembering. Before her, in a corridor of Voyager that looked like something had exploded in it, lay Tom Paris and his wife B'Elanna. What was strange was that she was no longer pregnant. What was disturbing was that she had a rod of duranium, the hull plating, shoved through her upper torso. The entire deck around her was covered in her half-Klingon half-human blood, as was Tom as he held onto her hand and begged for his wife not to leave him. He prayed that she would make it while constantly shouting for help up and down the abandoned corridor. Seven noted the section number before just as suddenly as it had begun, the pain in her head had lessened a great deal and she opened her eyes and was on the Bridge once more. She also had a slight ringing in her ears, but it soon faded.
The same time that Seven was distracted, outside the ship, a large red…what could only be described as a tear in space appeared in front of the Voyager. At the moment that the quantum tear could be seen, a sudden and massive power drain darkened the lights and reduced life support to 10% and leaving weapons, shields, and engines completely down. B'Elanna down in Main Engineering noticed the power drain and set about correcting it, getting the engines and shields back up as top priority.
The moment she was plunged into darkness a sudden and familiar change took place in Captain Katherine Janeway. "Red Alert!" she shouted out, immediately the emergency red lights came on at her command. "Mr. Kim! Status?"
"The quantum event seems to have emitted some kind of dampening field, draining our power. Life support is at 10%, shields, weapons, engines, and most primary systems are down. Engineering is working on the problem." Harry reported.
The captain nodded. She seemed to think for a moment before turning her attention to the Tactical station. "Tuvok, options?"
The dark skinned Vulcan paused in his computations for several moments, thinking. "I have none at this time Captain. Without weapons or maneuvering thrusters we are, as the saying goes, "sitting ducks." Tuvok answered.
"Now's not a good time to develop a sense of humor Tuvok," Chakotay muttered next to her.
"Mister Paris, do we have anything? Thrusters, Impulse, maybe even warp?"
"Sorry Captain," the helmsman said. "Harry's right, we've got nothing."
"Captain!" Harry shouted again.
'Remind me to talk to him about shouting on the Bridge,' Janeway thought to herself.
"What is it Mr. Kim?"
"I-I, we're being hailed Captain."
Janeway's face scrunched in confusion, with a touch of hope. Could it be another ship that had seen them in trouble and come to help them? Or was it possibly something worse than this new predicament?
"From where Mr. Kim?" she asked.
Harry looked up at the auburn-haired Captain as he answered her question with a deadly serious face. "From the quantum fissure."
Everyone turned and gave the ensign a look of disbelief. All except Janeway, who had her "battle" face on. Standing up, the Captain nodded to her Operations officer and stated clearly in a command voice, "On screen."
The second after the command was given, the red scar in space was replaced by the head of a very human looking creature. In fact so human-like that you might even call him human. But you shouldn't.
He was human, and by absolutely any means a handsome one. He had long dark hair, lightly tanned and well shaven skin, and his eyes were both blood red. They seemed to have an insane and dangerous look in them.
The Captain, standing to greet whoever had hailed them, suddenly threatened to fall flat on her ass, as her eyes widened in near-complete-terror at the face on the view screen.
"Hello honey, miss me?" the man asked in an accent that could be nothing other than old English.
"Sulliyane!" Janeway hissed, terrified.
The crew became slightly disturbed that their normally well-composed Captain was almost coming apart at the seams and knew whatever had frozen them in place and contacted them.
"Oh goody, you remember me!" the person squealed.
"Captain?" Chakotay ventured. Kathryn made a shushing motion behind her back.
"Oh captain, is it?" the man suddenly exclaimed. "Now that's quite a step up from the last time we met…uh, what is it you call yourself these days dear?"
Kathryn gathered herself back together and hardened her face that it naturally seemed to fall into whenever a crisis threatened her ship, yet there was a glint in her eyes that seemed to add a touch of…resolve to it. "I am Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager. Release my ship at once or I will be forced to destroy you Sulliyane." The threat itself was uncommonly dark for even the emotional Captain Janeway, yet the tone that accompanied it…sent chills down everyone's spine.
The Englishman on the screen just smiled sarcastically. "Oh come now…Kathryn is it? Do you mind if I call you Kathy?"
Janeway's face hardened a few more hairs as she snapped out, "I'd sooner paint myself blue and do the Macarena! Release my ship!"
"Oh pish posh Kathy, you know me. Just as I know you. You know there is absolutely no way in the entire realm of Hades that I'm going to let you go after I've spent so much time preparing for you." Sulliyane said cheerfully.
"I've been planning this little trap for weeks now. You know I looked for you on Earth. You weren't there! Then I expanded my search to the entire Alpha quadrant. Not a hair! So I just traced you aura and low and behold, here you are in the Delta quadrant! It took me two months to catch up to you. I must say Kathy, you've led me on a very merry chase. So many unknown races that you've discovered, come across, and my word! You've even stood up to the Borg Queen. Now THAT is something to notice!"
Any trace of calm or even serious demeanor left Kathryn's face as one of pure rage covered her expression. "Shut up you piece of English garbage! Let go of my ship NOW! I may look like any other mortal Sulliyane, but I am still as powerful as I was then, and I have in fact grown stronger. NOW RELEASE MY SHIP!!" a boom sounded throughout the ship and even into space, somehow causing the subspace rift to tremble.
Sulliyane looked a bit less cheerful all of a sudden. "To quote a once written girl, 'I'd sooner kiss a yellow bellied cow's ass!' The cheap intimidation factor is not going to be enough this time, Kathy! Since I seem to be the one that holds the majority in that favor."
Kathryn gave the evil man another cold glare, then turned to Harry and made a motion. He cut the transmission.
"Janeway to Engineering! B'Elanna, anything?" the Captain begged.
"I'm sorry Captain, I don't know what the hell is going on! The Engines, the Antimatter reaction, the fusion generators, they're all working perfectly fine. The power is there, and as near as I can tell, it's all getting to where it needs to be, there's just nothing happening. I've managed to get life support up to 15% by redirecting the working power flow from currently unused decks. As for weapons, shields or warp? I'm sorry Captain…I-I…I don't know what's wrong. It should be working. It just isn't."
Kathryn's eyes narrowed as she listened to her Chief Engineer's report. "It's all right B'Elanna. Keep trying."
Janeway turned back to the screen just as it flickered back on of its own accord. "You put a spell on my ship you bastard!" she lashed out before the man could even say a thing.
He just grinned degradingly at her and answered, "What did you expect? Like I said Kathy, I know you, and you know me. What's say we have a spot of tea and talk about old times? Whaddya say?"
The Captain just walked back to in front of her command chair, and stood there. Finally, after a few seconds, those that knew her best could tell from her expression that she had come to a decision over…something. Surprising everyone, she tapped her commbadge again and snapped out in her "authority" voice, "Lieutenant Harris LaVelle, report to the Bridge immediately. That is an order!"
"Calling in reinforcements Captain?" Sulliyane teased.
Chakotay jerked suddenly, as though he had heard or felt something that not only surprised him, but seemed to make him just as tense as the Captain had become.
"As a matter of fact…" Kathryn let the statement hang in the air for about twenty seconds, until the Turbolift doors suddenly opened. Out stepped a young officer in the black uniform with gold/yellow shoulders, his pips identifying him as once belonging to the Mauquis crew. He was about 5'9", rather lanky in appearance, had black hair, cut short but not a crew cut or skull cap, and had chocolate brown eyes.
"Reporting as ordered Cap…" the Lieutenant halted his speech as he saw the image on the view screen. His eyes narrowed, and his face shown the same rage that the Captain had earlier displayed. "Sulliyane!" he hissed.
"YOU!!" Sulliyane exclaimed, surprised to see another apparent familiar face.
"This is your last chance Sulliyane, release us…or else!" Janeway threatened again.
"I will kill you Slayer! I swear it!" all traces of pleasantness leaving the being as he expressed the same rage that the other two humans had at seeing one another.
Kathryn sighed. It almost always came down to this. Kathryn closed her eyes and for several moments just stood there breathing, gathering strength for whatever she was about to do. Seeing as nobody on the Bridge had ever her seen their Captain behave like this, they had no idea what was going on.
Thirty seconds later, Janeway opened her eyes, and those that could see her face gasped in fear. Her eyes were giving off an otherworldly greenish glow. That was nothing when she suddenly began to chant in a language nobody except two had ever even heard before. As each syllable left her mouth, the air on and around the ship changed drastically. When her voice reached a shouting volume, Sulliyane yelled something, for her to stop, but her own voice drowned his out. Two moments later, there was a blinding flash that did not emanate from any one place, and by the time that it had disappeared, everything had changed.
Well, not everything. Just the most important things. The ships systems came back to full power, the red tear in space had disappeared, and Sulliyane's face was gone from the view screen. All that and the Bridge crew's opinion of their Captain.
"Captain?" Chakotay asked again, as he noticed that she was suddenly looking very tired. His concerns were proved to be true as she suddenly rolled her eyes back in her head, closed the lids and dropped to the floor like the strings had been cut from her.
Before anybody could even subconsciously think about reacting, the Lieutenant that the Captain had called to the Bridge, Harris LaVelle, jumped over the railing and caught the woman before she was even halfway to the floor. Picking her up easily in his arms, he looked over at Ensign Kim at Operations and shouted, "Ensign, do we have transporters?"
Startled, Harry shook himself out of his funk and checked his readouts. "DO WE HAVE TRANSPORTERS?!!" Harris bellowed. Shaken, Harry could barely concentrate enough to see his console, let alone read it. Finally, "Yes," he barely got out before Lt. LaVelle began issuing orders to the computer.
"Computer! Emergency Transport! Two to Sickbay!!" He and the Captain disappeared in the sparkle of four blue lights.
"What the hell was that all about?" Tom asked.
Chakotay just stared at the spot where the Captain and the Lieutenant had disappeared. "You don't want to know Tom," he said aloud. And I don't think that I do either, he thought to himself.
* * *
In Sickbay, the Emergency Medical Hologram (EMH) was just coming back online after suddenly being inactive due to power loss. "What just hap…" he started to ask to himself as an emergency transport caught his attention.
The moment they materialized fully, the Doctor was fully professional. He noticed that the unconscious woman in the young man's arms was Captain Janeway. He directed the Lt. to place her on the Main Bio-bed as he picked up a medical Tricorder and began to scan his "beloved" Captain. As the scans came back negative, he made some minor adjustments, and this time when he saw the results, he just sighed and turned to the officer.
"Mr. LaVelle, I'm surprised to see you here," the Doctor said in his almost haughty English-like tone. "I never expected to see you in Sickbay beyond the "normal" mandatory check-ups. After the last time, I didn't expect to see you ever again. Ever again."
"I'm just doing my duty for the safety of my Captain Doc. So spill, how is she?" LaVelle asked, trepidation present in his voice.
"The Captain is just fine Mr. LaVelle. All she needs is twelve hours rest and sleep." The Doctor answered him. "Now would you mind ever so much as to telling me what just happened?"
Harris LaVelle just stood there, statue-like, for several minutes. After one minute, he jerked in surprise at something, and an expression like a trapped animal's appeared on his face. The Doctor was about to say something when Commander Chakotay and Lieutenant Commander (Lt. Cmdr.) Tuvok opened the door into Sickbay and quickly entered.
"Doctor, how is she?" Chakotay asked immediately. Tuvok, stoic as ever, went around to stand behind Lt. LaVelle.
"She's fine Commander," the Doctor assured. "She only needs at least twelve hours sleep, which I will be more than happy to accommodate for her here in Sickbay." If they didn't know any better, they'd say that the Doctor was angry with the Captain about some thing, the way he said that.
"Can you determine what happened to her to cause her outburst on the Bridge?" Tuvok asked monotone.
"Well I might if somebody told me exactly what happened just now?" he said.
"Sorry Doctor," Chakotay apologized.
"Sulliyane."
"What?" the Doctor asked, a note of surprise on his face.
They all turned to Harris. "It was Sulliyane," he said, staring directly at the Doctor.
Apparently the Doctor understood whatever Harris was trying to convey, because his face suddenly lit up, though not with pleasant emotions. "I understand. What did he do?"
"Whatever it was, he opened some kind of Quantum displacement in subspace that somehow disabled all of our systems, leaving us with little more than 10 to 15 percent Life support. Then the Captain just lost her temper and damn near exploded at this person and after Harris here arrived on the Bridge, her eyes began to glow green and she started speaking in Ancient Greco Latin. I couldn't follow all of her words though." Chakotay answered.
"You recognized the language the Captain was speaking Commander?" Tuvok asked, as much surprise as it ever gets in his voice.
"Yes," he answered shortly.
"Well there's not much more we can do about it, is there? So why don't you three go on and go back to your stations, since I'm sure that the Captain won't be waking up any time soon. I'll be sure to inform all of you, if you wish, when she wakes up. And Lieutenant, I was wondering if you could stop by later this afternoon for that physical that you've been putting off?" the Doctor ushered them out.
"Uh…" Harris was at a stump as the Doctor just shoved him out into the hallway with the two senior officers.
"I am curious Lieutenant LaVelle," Tuvok said. "Why is it that Captain Janeway called you specifically to the Bridge when this…Sulliyane refused to give into her demands?"
"I've been wondering about that myself," Chakotay added his two cents.
That look of a trapped animal reappeared on Harris's face as he looked back and forth between the first and second officers and backed himself up against the wall.
"Uhhh… Oh boy," he muttered.
Finally he just settled on the truth. Just not all of it. "Well, it's kind of obvious. We both met Sulliyane. He's evil, that much I can tell you without the need to convince you. As for why the Captain reacted the way she did…well let's just say that it goes beyond just personal. I don't know the exact details, but…Sulliyane's evil. He…he hurt someone very close to me, and I can only guess what his and Janeway's story is, but I can assure you gentlemen, it ain't pretty."
Both men nodded, accepting the story for the moment.
"Tuvok, you'd better take over on the Bridge. Harris and I need to discuss some…things." Chakotay told the second officer. Tuvok just nodded and left.
"Am I in trouble Commander?" Harris asked like he was in the Principal's office. Though his look said he was feeling pretty cocky at the moment.
"Not as much as I am," the Commander told him. "Come on, we need to talk"
Harris just nodded and followed the Commander where he led.
On the Bridge, Harry Kim stood at attention the moment that he heard the Turbolift doors open, expecting it to be Commander Chakotay, instead it was Lt. Comdr. Tuvok.
"Commander," Kim greeted with a nod of his head.
"Ensign," Tuvok likewise greeted.
Harry turned away from the command chair and went back behind the Operations console, the officer there leaving for another station. "Have you had any success in discovering what happened to the Captain, or what the phenomenon that disabled the ship's systems?" Tuvok suddenly asked.
Sighing, Harry shook his head, though Tuvok couldn't see him. "No. At least nothing that could be directly responsible. Seven went down to Astrometrics to see if she could find out anything strange going on in subspace. As for the Captain, I have no clue…well, no real clues, only hunches."
Tuvok, curious, turned in the chair and stared back at the ensign. "Hunches?"
Harry just shrugged. "Never mind. You'd just think it was silly."
"May I remind you, Mr. Kim, that I am a Vulcan. I do not feel or think of things as "silly." Yet, all the same, what are your…'hunches'?" Tuvok monotoned.
Harry, suddenly looking sheepish, shrugged as he struggled to form his thoughts into words. "Well…the Captain mentioned something about a spell, then her eyes start to glow and she's shouting out some…litany in a language no one has ever heard before, that the Universal Translator can't even begin to decipher…"
"You are incorrect Mr. Kim. Apparently Commander Chakotay not only understood what the Captain was saying, but also identified the language. I believe he said it was a dialect called "Greco Latin." Attempt, if you can, to find the language and run it through the Universal Translator to decipher what the Captain said that caused that…Sulliyane, to not only release us, but to disappear as well." Tuvok ordered.
"Uh…sir?" Tom Paris spoke up.
"Yes?" Tuvok answered.
Tom turned around in his pilot seat at the helm, and looked the dark-skinned Vulcan in the eyes before continuing. "Sir…that…Sulliyane wasn't the one who moved sir. We did."
Tuvok's brows knit together, to indicate the logical being was troubled. "Please elaborate."
"We are over ten light years from our last known position. Whatever the Captain did, it wasn't to attack or even to counteract whatever that creature did to us. It literally moved us over ten light years away from him. Or whatever it was." Tom answered.
Tuvok's brows stayed knitted. "What is your evidence of this? And how can you be certain that the Captain's…spell…had anything to do with it?"
Tom just shrugged. "Other than the fact that the sensors say we're ten light years away from where we were just attacked, and that I have been trying to move the ship since the systems came back on-line, and we haven't even drifted a centimeter."
"Curious," the Vulcan stated.
A sudden beeping came from the Operations station, and the other two senior officers on the Bridge looked back at Harry to see if there was going to be any more trouble. Harry looked down at the source of the beeping, saw that it was the translation of what the Captain had said to the man on the screen. He pulled it up and read the script first. His features paled, paler than he naturally was.
"What is it Harry?" Tom asked, concerned.
"The-uh, the translation of…Captain Janeway's…spell," Harry said haltingly.
"Can you play it back translated, Ensign?" Tuvok asked.
"Uhh…I'd rather not Tuvok," Kim then bayed both Lieutenants over to his station.
Both furrowed their brows and walked back to the Operations station. When they read what she had said, Tom couldn't help but say, "Well Tuvok, you weren't kidding when you said the Captain's spell, now were you?"
In Chakotay's quarters, where the Commander had led Harris LaVelle, the two men just stood their staring at each other for the length of time that it took the doors to the quarters to close. Then, they waited for one entire second.
Chakotay grabbed the lower ranking officer by the collar of his uniform and slammed him painfully into the sound proof wall of the room. He even did it a couple more times before actually saying anything. Harris didn't fight, just let him do what he needed, but when Chakotay was looking about to slam him a fourth time he put up his hands as though to say that he would not like the Commander to do so, again.
Instead of slamming him, Chakotay got real close to his face and said in a manner that radiated threat, "All right, Lieutenant, start talking. I want to know why the Captain is in Sickbay right now, why she called you specifically to the Bridge when that…thing showed up, and I want to know what in all the hells of all the planets in this universe, that thing that both you and Kathryn recognized was!"
"Could you let go of me first? I find that I can recall information a lot easier when I haven't been slammed repeatedly into a duranium wall and am being held three inches off the ground by a commanding officer. Commander," Harris replied rather smoothly, lacing every syllable with sarcasm.
Glaring hard at his former "pilot" Chakotay carefully put the Lt. back on the deck and stepped away. Harris nodded and fixed his uniform some, taking a couple steps towards the Indian. "Thanks, that's much better," he said in a cheery note. Then he punched him.
"Please don't do that again," Harris requested nicely as he sat down on a spare seat in the quarters.
"Been working out?" Chakotay asked as he took the seat opposite, rubbing his jaw.
"Not really. I work in Security now, remember?"
"Right. So are you going to tell me what I want to know, or do we go back to the threatening?" Chakotay asked, a look in his eyes saying that he wouldn't mind that.
"The creature's name, as he introduced himself, is Sulliyane. It's a long story. About four hundred years old, if you get my meaning." Harris began.
"How old are you again?"
"About 414 or so," Harris answered easily.
"So you met this thing before you became Immortal?"
"Wellllll, yes and no. Yes in the fact that I had met a part of Sulliyane before I became Immortal, but Sulliyane himself didn't show up until a while after. It's hard to explain what Sulliyane is without telling a whole lot more. Who he is, that's a bit easier." Harris tried to explain.
"Sulliyane is insane, first and foremost. He was insane four hundred years ago he's insane now. As for how he's still alive, ya got me."
"Is he an Immortal? Like us?" Chakotay prompted.
"No. He's something else. I don't understand how he can still be alive. The last time I even had to think about that monster…I thought he had already been destroyed. Sulliyane…well he's actually two different people, brought together to be one. He's fused. The primary, last that I was aware, personality of his went by the name of Ethan Raynes. An insane Chaos mystic that only cared about himself and getting more power. The other half was actually a pretty stable guy. His name was Edward Sullivan, a curator of the British Museum during the beginning of the millennium. He also dabbled a little dangerously into the occult and dark arts. Do you believe in magic Chakotay?"
Surprised by the sudden question, Chakotay took several moments to think of his answer. Finally, after all that he had experienced, at home, in the Alpha quadrant, here in the Delta quadrant. "Yes, I do."
"Good. Ed and Ethan got together, planning on attaining the ultimate power that both the human mind and body could ever attain, by combining their bodies. They performed some kind of fusion spell, and the result…was E. Sulliyane. He…it was the most powerful mage slash sorcerer slash evil wizard that had ever existed before. His body was the pinnacle of human perfection, he could do stuff that genetic engineers could only ever dream about, even in this day and age. Seeing that he's still alive, after trying to vaporize him with magic back then, I don't think there's anything that can kill him."
"Why he was after the Captain? I have no idea. How she could recognize a 350-year-old evil wizard? You'll have to ask her when she wakes up Commander. I don't have a clue." Harris finished.
"How is it that you come to believe in magic Harris? Most Immortals I know won't believe in anything more than what society already believes in. Except Immortals and the Game of course." Chakotay asked.
"Oh that is bullshit and you know it!" Harris responded aggressively. "The 'Game' was a crock from the beginning. I only ever took four heads, and each of them challenged me I might add. Ever since the Vulcans and the end of the wars, there has not been one single Immortal duel. They're all spread too thin! Most aren't even on Earth anymore, and a few left the Federation and Alpha quadrant years ago! As for me believing in magic? Well, I've seen it work, don't need much more proof than that, do I?"
"No, I suppose not," Chakotay agreed, drooping his head some.
After several minutes tense silence, Harris volunteered, "Wanna go to the holodeck to work out?" he asked. By the way he phrased "work out" Chakotay knew what he meant.
The eight hundred year old Indian nodded his head and they left the Commander's quarters and headed straight to holodeck three.
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