Star Trek Voyager Novels & Stories

"We can't hit it with kinetic force. You can't shoot a hole in 'Nothingness.' We have to fight it with Is-ness." ​The Saturnian Deployment ​The Unified Fleet was a sight that would have made the original Nora Davis weep with pride. The Weaver, the massive emerald-glass flagship of the Earth, had detached from the Pacific floor and now drifted alongside the blackened, predatory Respiration. Surrounding them were hundreds of Outrider "Asteroid-Ships," now pulsing with the green veins of the Father-Root, and the Jovian "Ice-Sloops."

Little did he realize that the scene on the episode he was watching on the Voyager series would have a lasting impact on Bill's sexual future. Bill's favorite masturbation fantasy involved popular cartoon characters and pornographic versions of sci-fi characters from TV. Seven of Nine, a female cyborg character played by Jeri Ryan from Star Trek Voyager was at the top of his list for "fap" material. Her slender body and large breasts were the main reasons for his fascination with the character, but in this episode, Bill was focused, for the first time, on her legs and feet.

CHAPTER 6: Zara’s Pov BOOK 3 - Alien Ovipositor Probe "Houston, this is Salvage Runner Seven. I'm breaching the derelict now there's no signs of life, no power readings, let's do the standard sweep and scavenge." I cut the comm before Houston could respond with their usual safety protocol bullshit. Three months alone in deep space meant I'd stopped caring about regulations somewhere around week two. The airlock hissed open and I floated into darkness that smelled like metal and something organic. The scent made my skin prickle.

and for that you will need a crew. Trevor: Wait, I will need papers... clearances. Bob: I have that covered; you just need to sign on the dotted line. Bob hands Trevor a file-case. The case contains two things; a blueprint for a star-carrier type ship, and a ship's core log. Bob: I am hiding The ITALICA in that... you name her using the core log. Trevor: Six subparts that hide a battle cruiser... detachable and can fly alone when needed.

she replied softly. Jes was silent for a moment, scooped up as much oxygen as possible to get back to neutralizing the heartbeat that had been irregular. You can still imagine the many weapons that Adam carried and you can still see the symbol of the gun and the rose on the back of the car. "Is Adam a mobster?" Asked Jes. Still silent, staring back at Jes without blinking. But Sisca slowly nodded her head, as if she was being hypnotized by Jeslyn's gaze.

He explains, “It was really weird, but I owed you, so I got you out of there.” “I was dead?” “Close, I had to pump you with over ten times the legal amount of stabilizers just to keep you breathing.” Terror states “Thanks,” Nya said, then she looked around, “Are we in an escape pod?” “A voyager pod, used to tout guests around areas too small for the ship. We’re in deep space right now. Nearest planet is…” he pauses to look at a screen, “…Marxa, which is about 12 light-years away.”

The needle swung wildly, then locked onto a bearing that pointed not at the refugees but through them, past the ship, past the atmosphere, past the planetary shield, into the dark space where nine hundred and thirty-seven warships had vanished. "Where is your captain?" Jack demanded. "Captain Vex is in the medical bay. She sustained injuries during our transit through the boundary fracture. She asked me to deliver a personal message." The construct's glass eyes dimmed, then brightened with a recording. A woman's voice, hoarse and desperate, filled the observation deck.

​The Choice of the Gatekeeper ​"We can't send a machine, and we can't send a child," I said, looking at the Vane-Thorne ship, which had returned to the Sahara and was now being "Upgraded" by the Xylos-vines. The ship was no longer a teardrop of stone; it was a Living-Eye, its hull covered in a shimmering, ocular-quartz that could "See" the resonance of distant stars.

The Vortex was a violent whirl of wormhole made of silverstream where a VEIL supposed to come out, but instead a spacecraft came out of it. Tirana couldn't keep her jaw from being closed. The silver, alien spacecraft was a carrier for the unidentified ores. The mountains of it were added more and the Sovereigns people obediently took them by their loading trucks, ready to process. What they took didn't even made a dent on the towering piles of the alien ores.

Venus gave a nod and said, "I came to say goodbye. It has been a pleasure working with you, host." June stood up and smiled at Venus. "Why don't you call me June?" He said. "Okay, Host June." June just laughed weakly. "I am gonna miss you Venus," He quietly said. The elevator door made a small ding sound and June quickly wiped his face again. Venus turned towards June and bowed to him. "Goodbye, Host June." June smiled at her. "Goodbye, System Venus." June walked out of the elevator and saw the sliver door with a small rectangular dark panel. On the panel was an elegant golden swirls of words which read :