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Nostro inciderint vix eu. Dicit possit eam an, liber vocent accusata vim ei. Reque officiis splendide per cu, delenit accusata nec an. Much of what Seven knew about various species had proved helpful in the past. Once, in the case of the Katati, it had even given them the means to evade destruction and to make some kind of reparation to a race the Borg had decimated. And the knowledge of Species had brought Neelix back from the dead. Janeway liked those kinds of ironies.

Seven arched a pale eyebrow. The name is known to me, however, because we assimilated the inhabitants of some of their conquered worlds who dislike and distrust the Emperor. Janeway smiled sympathetically at her first officer, then looked at the screen. She moved forward, touched the console, and restored the full image of the circle of the Lhiaarian Empire.

They had to find a way through. Janeway knew that she would lay down her life for her crew. Such a sentiment was nothing out of the ordinary for a good starship captain. But she was also prepared to swallow her pride if it meant getting them a year closer to home. She'd bow and scrape and smile and do whatever was necessary to win passage through this mammoth area of claimed space.

That was a lot harder than taking a phaser blast. According to Mr. Paris, we should be arriving at the first checkpoint inside Lhiaarian space at hours.

Let's put our best foot forward. Seven of Nine, personal log: I do not understand the human fondness for what they refer to as "slang.

However, I am attempting to integrate such terms into my vocabulary matrix and cross-reference them in order to facilitate conversing with this crew. Lieutenant Paris seems to be an inexhaustible reservoir of various bizarre terms. The Lhiaari have already proven Mr. Neelix's observations of them to be accurate. Rather than send a delegation aboard Voyager, they have required that we beam down to the planet's surface and submit our request through certain established channels.

Paris says this makes us "sheep. I do not think I would like to be an ovine. I'd say this qualifies as a huddled mass. Frowning, she tapped her commbadge. What's the situation? They had beamed into the midst of a swirling sea of people.

Some were humanoid, some most definitely weren't. Some of them practiced All of them were loud and apparently annoyed. Janeway almost had to shout to be heard above the din. Her translator struggled to interpret the various yelps, groans, squeaks, whistles, and purrs and finally, exasperated, Janeway yelled, "I'll update you as necessary, Chakotay. I'm turning off my commbadge and so is the rest of the away team.

Her team of Paris, Seven, Kim, and Tuvok imitated her, grimacing at the noise and smells into which they had found themselves abruptly plunged. A faint ripple of displeasure marred even the normally tranquil surface of Tuvok's face. Seven of Nine glanced about with curiosity. The place, a poorly lit and poorly ventilated single chamber, was crammed with bodies. There were clearly supposed to be lines, but such niceties had been ignored, probably for some time.

A few scanning booths, designed to detect weapons or unauthorized communications devices, were set up at various locations. Few people seemed to be passing through without a lot of very loud arguments. Seven recognized many of the alien life forms present at this waystation.

There was a member of Species , approaching the bored, irritated, and apparently hungry people in line with some sort of food. They were a species which thrived on opportunity, surviving apparently devastating natural disasters with ingenuity and skill. Their distinctiveness was added to the Borg several decades ago. Over there was a cluster of Species Not added; dismissed as unworthy. They would have weakened the whole. They did not adapt well to the rigors required of the drones and died quickly.

Captain, this is ridiculous. It could be hours before we even get to talk to anyone. I'd rather wait nine point seven hours than spend a year going around the Empire's space. Something that Seven had observed comprised a great deal of human conversation.