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Star Trek Voyager 8: Cybersong By: S. N. Lewitt Synopsis: A mysterious signal lures the Starship Voyager to an uncharted sector of the Delta Quadrant--and an enigmatic ghost ship floating adrift in space. Janeway mounts an investigation, hoping the alien ship may hold a clue to the whereabouts of the Caretakers long-lost ship and his mate-- the only known entity with the power to send the U.S.S. Voyager home. The ghost ship appears deserted, but soon a strange presence casts an eerie spell over the hearts and souls of the crew. Unless Janeway can solve the vessels mystery, Voyager itself may succumb to its haunting song. Pages *** Notes: Blank lines or symbols that indicate change in time or scene are indicated by *** three asterisks or stars. CHAPTER 1 She was lonely and afraid. That had been as bad as the thirst. The Kazon-Ogla werent generous with their captives, and their water was their wealth. They didnt waste it on captive labor. Once the lot was used up and dead, there would be plenty of others. Being afraid wasnt good, but she understood that fear didnt mean she didnt have courage as well. Fear was a warning sign. There was no shame to it. It was how she acted that mattered, not how scared she was. Here in the prison camp, there was nothing but fear. She curled on her bunk, if the thin dusty blanket over a pile of rags could be called that. The rags were clothes other slave laborers had died wearing. Her own gray tunic was stiff with sweat and old blood. At least she couldnt smell it anymore. After weeks of captivity she had become inured to the stench of death and excrement in what passed as shelter for the labor gang. No, the loneliness was worst of all. That there were no others like her was bad enough. No one who remembered the ordered courtyards of the Ocampa. Not one of the other prisoners was of her race. But worse, not one of the other prisoners cared about anything beyond themselves--their next drink, their hope for escape. She thoug

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