THE BOYS CLUB [PART 6]
by ALM_Voyager- (c) May 9, 2000
- Disclaimer: Voyager belongs to Paramount Pictures. No infringement intended.
Kathryn sat in a corner, on a cushion, in a Harem Girl outfit. She felt like "I dream of Jeannie" but worse . . . Chakotay had given her little or no choice since he held all the cards . . or rather . . . all the pictures. So there she was, her hair up in a ponytail that was much much much higher than she usually wore one . . . a veil across her face (that was practically suffocating her) . . . a small Turkish vest that didn't leave anything to anyone's mind . . . and harem pants that dipped too low for comfort. She had tried a vocal command code to end the holoprogram but Chakotay had enlisted Dawson to fool with the activation sequences. He was a damn good engineer -- second only to B'Elanna. It was that key knowledge that Kathryn was relying on -- if anyone could spring her from the harem-nightmare it would be her Girl's Club Engineer.
"Need I remind you," she puffed out from behind her damn veil, "that you only have 1 hour before Tuvok arrives to use his Vulcan High Priest Program? It will be quite hard for you to smuggle your Captain out while she is dressed as a Harem girl."
"Yeah, we know Captain," Tom muttered, fooling at a console.
Kathryn watched as a replica of Ensign Wildman sauntered by, "You all really need a date don't you."
"Shhh," they stated from their tight circle at a console. The Boys Club was busy making safe guards just in case the girls club got any ideas other than a surrender.
"I've tapped into the replicator at B'Elanna's quarters . . . so we should have a good idea of anything they make," Dawson stated.
"When Tuvok arrives, you're all going to be put in the brig, and all I'm going to let *you* wear is a veil in one particular spot--*if* you're lucky" Kathryn had barely finished before a silky pillow hit her in the face.
"Everyone have a nerf-ball gun?" B'Elanna asked.
"Yep!" Caffey held hers up in a show of arms and then tugged at the front of her newly replicated camouflage uniform.
"Raven? Kadi?" B'Elanna hollered through the bathroom door, "you need to get--" she was cut off as the bathroom door flew open and the two women emerged.
"AYIYIYIYYI!" Kadi screamed! "Never fear, Xena's Here!!!" She had on a rather suggestive leather outfit that looked like a good cheerleader gone bad.
Raven pushed her way from behind Kadi, straightening a strawberry-blonde wig, "And Gabrielle, too!"
Caffey was suffocating on her own horror, "Good GOD, they've watched too many 20th Century earth flicks."
"Here 'Warrior Princess,' 'Gabrielle,'" B'Elanna rolled her eyes, "take a nerf-ball gun."
"Nope, don't need it," Kadi said proudly. "I have my trusty Chakram!" She took a steel, circular object from her leather belt and showed it off."
"Oh my god, is that thing real?" Caffey asked. "There ought to be laws about people like you handling those things!"
"Very nice," B'Elanna muttered. "What about you, 'Gabby'?"
"The staff is mine," Raven yawned. "It goes really well with the Amazon outfit, you know."
"Are you sure you don't want a nerf--" B'Elanna started.
"No no yes no I tried that yes both ways no I don't know, no again . . . are there any more questions? Good," Kadi snirked.
"WHAT--ever--" B'Elanna stated.
"I'm getting something!!" Tom exclaimed and the other men rushed over to the opened console.
Kathryn perked and watched with curiosity -- shooing away a Harem Character of Niccoletti who wanted to massage fancy oils into her skin.
"What the *hell* are they up to," Chakotay looked at the replicator list.
"They're going to war!" Harry exclaimed. "I gotta get out of here!"
"No! No, Harry!" Dawson and McHale grabbed the worried Ensign. "You're safer here."
"Oh yeah right!" Harry's voice broke an octave too high. "Ensign Kadi came through that list -- I can *deal* with Seven, but Kadi will tear me to pieces!!! Haven't you ever seen 'XENA' before?!?!?"
"Go sit with Kathryn, Harry," Chakotay said and went back to business.
Harry headed over to where Kathryn Janeway sat . . . glaring.
"You can't sit here," Kathryn said.
"Why not?"
"Harem girls only," Kathryn stated.
"But Commander Chakotay--" Harry started.
"You can run, Ensign, but you can't hide--" Kathryn got an evil grin.
"That's not nice, Captain."
"You know that promotion you've been due?"
"Chaaakooootaaay!"
"Shuddup Harry!" All the men said at once.
Chakotay shook his head, "We're going to need provisions. Tom? Any ideas? You know these replicator data bases better than anyone here."
Tom thought for a moment and then snapped his fingers, "I got it! They won't know what hit them."
"Good," Chakotay slapped his friend on the back, "Get replicating then." Turning, he went towards where Kathryn was sitting. "Well," he said, as he sat down by Kathryn. "You can look forward to company."
"Don't be so damn cocky, Chakotay. When the girls are done with you you'll wish you had been born a Eunuch," she threatened but she swallowed as Chakotay leaned in closer towards her lips.
"A Eunuch, huh? Sure you want that?" he asked. "Say, Kathryn, do you know how to belly dance?"
"Commander!" Harry's voice broke the moment -- "they're coming!!!"
"Tom!" Chakotay stood and yelled in the pilot's direction, and in the next second caught a paint-ball riffle. "Ready yourselves, men!"
"They're breaking through the codes!" Dawson exclaimed.
"Let them come -- we're ready!" Chakotay stood his ground.
"Yeah right," Kathryn muttered from behind them.
CONTINUED IN PART 7!
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