Derelict

By THE Xenomorph

I own only the character of Vile.

Star Trek Voyager is © Paramount

Aliens vs Predator is © Fox

Captain's Log

I would never have expected Vile to adapt to us as amazingly as he has and we have made it just as difficult on him, if not more so than he has on us. Still he's come such a long way, that when I look at him now I do not see the angry young man trapped in a monstrous body I did when he first arrived. Now I see a man who has, for the time being, found a place in a universe he thought hated him. I have no illusions that he'll stay on board once we're in the alpha quadrant, but that is a long away off and who knows he might just change his views of the Federation before then and I can only imagine the relief he will feel when Saalmdir and the viidians repair his brain damage.

The viidians have surprised me though, offering reparations for the damage they caused us in the past. I have been extended a full vacation leave at one of their beach resorts for the crew while Vile is in surgery, but more than that they have offered to repair as much of our ship for free as they can. I'm still not sure if we can trust them, but the offer is very tempting and so far they haven't caused Vile to go 'twitchy' as some of the crewman have begun to call it.

As for the survivors we rescued only Saalmdir is still awake, thankfully the Doctor has fully repaired his spinal injury and is simply waiting for the swelling to go down. Saalmdir for his part has praised the Doctor and asked if he could share some medical techniques with him. I've given the Doctor permission to share what he believed could be trusted, but not Borg nanoprobes.

Ahead of us we have a week's travel to meet the Viidians and then a week's possible vacation for the crew and recovery for Vile. I suspect that week will pass without much thought or concern. One the brighter side of new Crewman Lydia Anderson has finally woken from her coma. Vile seems to be taking a delight in tormenting her about her recovery, I do believe though he is doing so to push her forward as he normal aggressive behavior has hindered her recovery somewhat and I do sincerely doubt Vile wants to loose another team member.

Janeway placed the padd that contained her log down on her desk and looked at a folded piece of paper that sat there. She knew it had not been there earlier and was quite confused until she saw who else was in the room with her, across from her was Q, sitting nervously in his chair, almost forcing himself not to bite his nails.

"Kathy, I didn't make that appear." He said defensively.

"So why appear when I noticed it?" Janeway asked.

"I think I know who did put it there." Q said. "Read it."

Janeway rolled her eyes, but grabbed the paper and opened it, then read aloud. "His story is just beginning and yours will continue. Signed Chaos." Janeway blinked, unsure as to the letter's meaning.

"They're back." Q said nervously.

"Who are back?" Janeway asked.

"Do you remember when the abomination and I first met." Q said. "He threatened to 'bring them here'..."

"I doubt he did just to mess with you."

"He doesn't need to. They've been here before, nothing can keep them out except disinterest." Q got up and began to pace nervously. "Especially that one."

"Chaos?" Janeway laughed. "Q are you afraid?"

"Kathy, if you knew what that letter means will inevitably happen you would beg me on your hands and knees to fling you back to the alpha quadrant." Q's voice was stern and filled with terror all at once.

"What are we talking about here." She asked, finally picking up on the potential threat.

"They're not inherently evil or dangerous..." Q struggled to explain. "They just are."

"They're like the Q then?"

"The Q are a race, we had our own evolution." Q explained. "These things... it's best to just call them living incarnations of the universe. For each there is an opposite and your friend has attracted the attention of the craziest thing in existence."

Janeway looked at the letter again and blinked. "It changed."

"What's it say?" Q asked.

"I'm not touching you." Janeway could only shake her head. "I take it this 'Chaos' knows you?"

"And the fact that he's choosing not to show himself is what has me most worried." Q sighed. "Kathy, don't ask the abomination about them, it might only provoke Chaos into full appearing."

"Insanity can't be the only reason you don't want them here." Janeway observed.

"There are three in their 'club' I guess you could call it, they're friends and wherever they go nothing but the wors of mayhem follows."

"Janeway looked at the letter again and read aloud. "No cameos, this time." Why did he write out 'insane laughter'?"

Q just sighed as he vanished and left Janeway even more confused than before. So she rolled her eyes, got up and went to the replicator.

"Coffee, black." She ordered. The drink materialized, only in it sat a cinnamon stick with a small note attached to it. Cautiously she picked up the note and read it.

"Do not mourn whom you have lost. Both have moved to their final place. Both are happy. I'll hold back the idiot as much as I can.

Signed,

The Scion of Death

PS: Don't say "Scion of ANYTHING" out loud it's like ringing a dinner bells for some of us.

PPS: Enjoy the cinnamon stick, it flavors quite well."

For once Janeway was actually wishing for Q to come back as she wondered what kind of insanity she had just launched into.

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On a black silhouetted ship far behind Voyager a dark form perched above his cargo. His former queen now his slave and the eggs she now made for his dream to be. He stood and walked along the high edge of his ship and glanced about, the ship was now filled with life forms like himself and they all bowed to him.

"Leto, my love." Praenuntius smiled as she entered the room her mate had chosen as his office. "You were correct, Dassan is dead."

"It is no major loss." Leto smiled as he glanced to his mates hands where the prize of urns filled with a churning black goo waited. "He would not be able to survive the change."

"We have an army my love. We have the black of legend. Why do we wait?" She asked as she sat the urns in a corner.

"Such a name he's taken for himself..." Leto cast a glance to the far end of the nest below him. "The hirogen claim he's apart of the clan now."

Praenuntius sat on her mate's desk. "Impossible."

"Obviously," Leto scoffed "But we will know for sure soon enough, when the weak hunter is firmly ours we shall know what he knows."

"If they have taken him back we must advance beyond their ship or risk being taken by the yautja." Praenuntius hissed. "We cannot risk the future of our race."

"No we cannot, but we also cannot out pace Voyager." Leto said. "We will need a better ship."

"Or we'll need to hamper Voyager." Praenuntius smiled darkly.

"I love it when you plot against your own blood." Leto grinned darkly. "Do you have a plan?"

Praenuntius let he gaze fall to the hirogen undergoing his metamorphosis. "I have a few ideas." She flashed her wicked smile to Leto, "And more than a few uses for the black if we play our cards right."

"No, we don't risk him being exposed." Leto snapped. "He is different from us, he could be made even stronger is he's exposed."

"A sad point my love." Praenuntius sighed. "Well then I'll just have make him kill those he cares about, that should destroy whatever drive he's built up for himself.

"You are so adoringly wicked." Leto grinned as he advanced towards his mate. "Shall we dance to the music of our hive?" She smiled and the two danced amidst the screams, shrieks and silence.