Chapter 57
The reign of One of Many, née Annika Hansen; Queen of Borg.
Year 01, Month 11, Day 21, Hour 16, Minute 52.
"I see that Voyager has taken on a few more battle scars in the last two years," Seven couldn't help but notice as they watched the long range sensor data coming in on the viewscreen of the bridge on Unimatrix 01.
"Well, we did leave them to fight some of their battles themselves when we knew that they could handle it," Pagsha reminded. "The order you had given was to protect them from destruction, not baby them."
"I know," Seven agreed. "And rationally that makes sense; let them stand up for themselves if possible. However, irrationally for several years of B'Elanna's life it was her deep pride to keep Voyager in the best condition possible. She will not be pleased to see Voyager hurt. And talking about hurt," Seven opened her Borg link to B'Elanna and added Pagsha and Katzi as well before asking, {How is our troublesome terror of crib designers doing?}
{She'll be fine,} B'Elanna assured the three women on the bridge. {But I think that it's time that we ask Anidan for a favor and have her create a Vasha destruction proof crib for us. Vasha only has a few scrapes, and a good scare, but I'm taking her to see Lonika nevertheless. Just so that her medical file can be updated.}
{In other words, let the Hive know that Vasha is alright,} Katzi translated. {Don't you think it's funny that they actually care? Not long ago they wanted to put all children in maturation chambers and grow them until they were useful as drones, and now there are trillions of minds concerned about the welfare of a single child.}
Seven smiled before guessing, {I believe that here too we brought something new into the Collective. Vasha is the first child that the Hive truly experiences as a growing individual being, instead of some biological being that is grown in a maturation chamber. A place where it is kept in a semi-comatose state and only fed drone relative information.}
{And not to forget that you cheat, beloved,} B'Elanna added, and despite not being able to hear the real voice, they could still feel some of the fondness that B'Elanna was feeling.
{You're making good use of the fact that you're Queen and you're letting some of your feelings seep into the Hive when regenerating. Before the Hive thought it totally irrelevant how a child grows up, as long as it results in a good drone. But now, now even the voices in the Hive that think that Individualist drones are a waste of work time because those people have time off, knows just what a mother feels when she's holding her infant close.}
{Guilty,} Seven admitted. {But it is not like I am hiding from them that I am doing that. They can read my mind when I join them, and they know full well that I am doing that so that the Hive can understand the sometimes irrational choices people make if their child is involved. Not that it means that suddenly they will all start behaving differently or will not use force if needed in a war, but at least now they know why a parent will fight to the bitter end if they are protecting their child. And that for that very reason they might also be open for suggestions that will keep their child alive while they themselves are willing to die in a war.}
{Lonika is now closing the scratches,} B'Elanna informed.
{And we have reached Voyager,} Seven added. {Take your time; I will take care of this.}
{Yes ma'am.}
{B'Elanna, do not tempt me,} Seven scolded as she glared at Pagsha, who was doing her best to hide the fact that she just snickered.
{I love you baby, see you later.}
{I love you as well, my most troublesome Mate. It is clear to see that Vasha comes by it honestly.}
{I hate to remind you, but not really, that there was a number key-lock put on that crib after Vasha escaped last time. The rest you can blame on my Engineering genes, but you're to blame for her having the code-breaking knowledge to get past a four digit number lock; where you can choose between ten numbers per digit.}
{And we just dropped out of transwarp,} Seven said, changing the subject smoothly. {Seven out.}
"Nice save," Katzi grinned before they turned to the matter of contacting Voyager.
"Wolkav, please open a channel to Voyager," Seven ordered.
A moment later, Seven was looking at the Senior Crew of Voyager, and despite the seriousness of the situation, she had to hide her amusement at seeing the shock on their faces.
{I think that their jaws just hit the floor,} Katzi said over the Borg link.
"Captain Janeway. It is good to see you again," Seven said, while at the same time saying over the Borg link, {Be nice. Do not make me laugh; they would not understand it.}
{Alright, I'll be a good little Borg guard for now.}
{Little?} Pagsha asked amused. {But, yes, time for business.}
"Seven?" Janeway was finally the one to talk.
"Yes Kathryn. It is me, as I was two years ago. B'Elanna wanted to be here as well to greet you, but there was a little... problem she had to take care of."
"Seven... how..."
"I am sure that you have a lot of questions. May I suggest a meeting so that we can discuss them? There is also the small fact that there are three Barudian ships here waiting to take you into custody."
"That sounds like a very good idea," Janeway agreed. And after a moment of hesitation she asked, "Seven... What about B'Elanna? How is she?"
"B'Elanna is well," Seven assured. "You will see her when we meet. As I said, she would have been here, but she had to take care of a little problem."
"What kind of a problem?" Chakotay spoke up.
Seven gave a smile that could best be described as indulgent before answering. "It seems that our daughter has not only inherited my IQ, but also B'Elanna's Engineering skills. She escaped from her crib and hurt herself when falling out of it. B'Elanna has taken her to sickbay."
Once again there was a stunned moment of silence on the bridge of Voyager.
"It seems that we truly have a lot to discuss," Janeway finally said.
"Indeed," Seven agreed. "I would suggest that you beam to my ship, but I know that you do not feel comfortable on a Borg ship. So instead, I would like to ask permission to beam on to your ship."
"P... Permission granted," Janeway said after a moment of hesitation.
"Thank you. I first have to check on my daughter. After that B'Elanna, I, and four drones will beam onto Voyager in thirty minutes."
"Drones?" Janeway asked, and Seven could see that her former captain did not like that part at all.
Seven gave the impression of shrugging her shoulders without actually doing so. "I 'am' the Borg Queen. They are there for my protection. I know I do not need that protection on Voyager, but that is part of the deal B'Elanna and I made with the Borg. A deal consists out of giving and taking, and the Hive insisted that whenever I and/or B'Elanna leave Unimatrix 01, we will be accompanied by four drones to ensure our safety, more drones if the situation is known to be insecure."
"I... See," Janeway said slowly, but Seven could clearly see that the redhead still didn't like it. Seven just hoped that the Captain didn't try to do something unwise. "Very well, we will expect you in thirty minutes," Janeway finally said, before adding a last, "Janeway out."
A moment later the connection was cut and Seven looked around the bridge at the people that surrounded her. Family, friends; people that had affected her life in the most positive of ways. The fifteen people of the Senior Staff; all of which she considered close friends. Then there was Pagsha and Katzi; the best of friends, and dearly loved family members. This, was home.
She looked back at the view screen and at the image of Voyager. She knew that she also had friends over there, but it had never been her home. {Beloved?}
{Yes,} B'Elanna asked. {Vasha and I are on our way home.}
{That is why I contacted you. I was just hit by the greatest irony of my life.}
{Really?}
{Yes. I just realized that once I thanked Voyager for taking me away from that hated place called the Borg Collective. And now, here I am, living in the Borg Collective and realize that it is my home more than Voyager could ever be.}
{Baby, sometimes we have to leave home to realize where our home is. Besides, to be fair, you can't compare the situations. Back then you were just a drone forced to do whatever the Hive ordered. Now you're an individual with a family, with a child, with friends, who is loved by the Hive for what you did and do for them. You can't really compare the two.}
{I love you,} Seven merely said before adding, {I will see you in a moment.}
Then she turned to her other family members. "Pagsha, I will be taking the Royal Guards along because that is the deal we have with the Borg. But I also know how uncomfortable the Voyager crew is with Borg drones,"
"Say no more," Pagsha said in complete understanding. Normally she went where Seven and B'Elanna went if they left the ship. This time she would not, but only to make Seven's old friends more comfortable with the initial meeting. "How about I'll just take the First Officer position for now, since Krawan is in that meeting with the Civilian representatives of sector five?"
"A good idea," Seven agreed. "He might be stuck there for some time yet. But first, we still have some time. Why do we not go home and check on our daughter." Seven smiled. "There you, Pagsha, can help me in scolding Vasha for being so careless and doing unsafe things, while you, Katzi, can help B'Elanna in praising our daughter for her excellent abilities."
All of them smiled as they left the bridge; looking forward to spending some quality time with the infant that had all of them firmly wrapped around her little fingers.
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After B'Elanna and Seven had brought the Senior Staff of Voyager to the Royal Holodeck, they had started to tell about their life over the last two years. Over four hours passed as B'Elanna and Seven explained in turn. Light food had been brought, eaten, and dishes removed. Sometimes things had drifted away from the main explanation to move to details that had not much to do with how the Borg had been changed, but all to do with Seven and B'Elanna's life.
"Maybe it would be better if we continue this conversation tomorrow?" Seven asked into the silence that had fallen around the table. But then, Seven assumed, the Voyager crew would need some time to digest that she had just told them that Species 8472 were now allies of the Borg. And that a rather big number of them were actually serving in the Borg Collective.
"How... what is 'a rather big number'?" Janeway whispered in shock.
"There are now over thirty-nine billion members of the Siill in the Borg Collective," B'Elanna added. "That's their species name. Species 8472 is actually called Siill, just like you are a Human, Kathryn."
"We are pleased with the alliance, and I can assure you that the species is no longer interested in destroying this Universe," Seven added. "I am sure that Starfleet will be glad to hear that this threat is no longer something to worry about."
"However, it has been replaced by the threat of the Siill and the Borg possibly coordinating a combined attack against the Federation," Tuvok pointed out.
B'Elanna opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again. After a moment of hesitation she admitted, "It could be seen that way. But I hope that Starfleet will realize that it doesn't make a difference. If they really wanted to destroy the Federation, the Borg would not need the help of the Siill to do so."
"So you say," Tuvok countered, to then explain his defensive position. "And knowing all that I know I personally would agree with that. However, the question is if Starfleet will see it like that. The fact remains that with the exception of the battle of Wolf359, each and every encounter from Starfleet forces with the Borg resulted in those Starfleet forces either winning the battle with force, or outsmarting the Borg. Also not to forget is the fact that Starfleet did learn from each encounter, including the information we sent them of you being taken by the Borg two years ago. For years now they have been building starships while keeping a potential Borg threat in mind. The Defiant and Sovereign class come to mind. I am also sure that the shielding system that we came up with two years ago to prevent the Borg from beaming in is now set as a reserve option in every Federation starship."
"Good points," B'Elanna agreed. "But also out of date. We were already able to beam through those shields back when the Borg took us."
"Because they had your knowledge," Tuvok disagreed. "However, I am certain that Starfleet will believe that the base idea is very valid. It was after all a very big advance in shield technology; something one can build on to enhance shields other than just trying to make them stronger. All that this new design would need is some adapting to prevent your knowledge of the shields to be of influence. I am sure that they will have used and improved the ideas in the last two years. We ourselves on Voyager have tried to improve the shields. With limited success, because we do not have a fully staffed science department, and our two best scientific minds left the ship when you were taken."
Tuvok indicated Harry's wife to be by nodding in her direction, before continuing, "Now we have Gazec Felov in our midst and I am certain that looking at those shields would have been one of her tasks. The Federation has the Starfleet Applicable Science Department, the Vulcan research group, the Daystrom Institute, the Theoretical Propulsion group, the VJB Research Facility, and numerous other research groups and think-tanks. Be it governmental or private. I am sure that by now Starfleet is already certain that they have shields that the Borg cannot penetrate."
"You think, but you don't know?" B'Elanna asked confused.
"I never bothered to ask," Janeway spoke up. "We sent them all the data we had though."
Then she smiled ruefully. "As much as we in Starfleet like to believe that no ship and no person is expendable, we all know that it's not true. Starfleet will proverbially do everything to bring Voyager home, but would they truly do anything? If the Dominion offered them to bring us home, if they could, but in exchange the Federation would have to surrender the war, would Starfleet do it? Of course not, and we would never want that anyway. I never bothered to ask if they improved that shielding system because I knew only too well that they would either politely lie, or I would more bluntly get told that I'm not getting it if they have it. We have had too many run-ins with the Borg. They cannot afford to share the new knowledge with us because they know that we are still only one ship. Send in a cube and have them simply out-wait us until we must drop the shields. Or we run out of supplies because we can't restock the ship with the cube being that close. Both situations will result in the Borg having the new shielding system that's supposed to protect the Federation... if they have adapted it of course. So, why bother to ask on the limited time that we have during connections? It would be of more use to use that time to have them beam us some new replicator patterns. Because that, I know, they would, and have, done. I even have some real decent tasting coffee now."
The little joke had the desired effect and the mood lightened again. It was not often that a Starfleet captain had to admit that they were expendable, and there was no use to dwell on it.
"But to come back to Tuvok's points," Janeway continued, "He's right. Starfleet only has a history of one battle that they totally lost with the Borg, and for the rest they won. Though winning is in the description of the teller. Voyager won several battles with the Borg, but in reality that means that we were merely able to run away. But, Starfleet will still have those records of us having an encounter with the Borg, and surviving. And they have new ships like the Defiant class and the Sovereign class. On top of that, they have been at war with the Dominion. As you know, as macabre as this sounds; the best inventions are often done during wars."
"We realize," Seven agreed. "Species 7003 also believed that. Because of that the northern and southern hemisphere of their planet went to war for six months every ten years, even though they got along just fine and were a united species the rest of the time. It was as if war was some kind of bloody game they played. They believed that the best inventions were done then. They believed that after the wars the economy would boom, they believed that war was good."
"As weird as that thinking is, those are valid points. Inventions are done, and afterwards the economy booms. Strange way of doing it, but they do have a point," Janeway said thoughtfully.
"No," Seven disagreed. "The point is that at the moment there are only fifteen members of species 7003 alive, and those only because they were space explorers that were assimilated before the total destruction of their planet. The species went one invention too far and literally blew up the planet they lived on."
"And your point?" Chakotay asked.
"My point is that unless the Federation invented a weapon so powerful that even the process of testing would have resulted in destroyed planets, then the inventions done in the Federation are irrelevant. Even if they found a way were they were capable of destroying one thousand cubes for every one ship we destroy of theirs. Even if they were capable of finding a weapon that kills one thousand drones for every one Starfleet person..."
Seven stopped for a moment to let the 'even if' sink in, and decided that there was no reason to add the 'then' because the others realized that the Borg would still win. "The biggest problem I see is that the Federation still underestimates the Collective. We never have been able to fully understand why the old Queen did not attack the Federation in force. It is as if she was interested in the Federation, to the point of even traveling there herself at one point, yet at the same time so uninterested that it seems as if she could hardly be bothered with giving an order to attack the Federation."
"Maybe we were not interesting enough for her as a whole, yet one of her replacement drones, you, came from there. So she checked it out to see what formed you?" Tom guessed.
"I don't think that's it," B'Elanna disagreed. "Simply because of Borg/Federation interactions she should've taken more decisive action. It's what she did in the Grazwiok sector. There a federation of five different species had evolved to the point that they were powerful enough to destroy the five cubes that entered their sector, with relative ease. They were so proud of themselves. They had stopped the Borg threat... they weren't prepared for the Queen's next order. It was basic, but deadly effective. The Queen simply told the Hive, 'if five cubes aren't enough, sent in fifty thousand'. The Grazwiok sector was turned into proverbial ash within three hours. Proverbial because the planets weren't destroyed, but they were added to the Borg Collective, as were twenty-five billion new drones."
"But you are correct," Seven said to the Voyager crew. "From the Federation's point of view the Borg have been a big threat, but one, so it seems to them, they have been able to deal with. And then you also have the added problem that, if you are able to convince them that now the Borg have changed their way of doing business, then they might believe that the Borg are now controlled by a Borg Queen and especially a Borg Princess that are technically still working for the Federation. They might believe that they have a point of leverage to hold possible talks from a superior position. They will know that we will not destroy Earth, so they will think that they can push, knowing that the worst that can happen is that the Borg tell them they are not interested and leave again. Which might actually be something they would prefer."
Janeway chuckled when a specific part of Seven's explanation registered. "That's true. While you, Seven, were a civilian that had no contract with Starfleet, B'Elanna here is technically still a Lieutenant in Starfleet. That'll be a whole uncharted part... more than the rest already is. Will they think that because of that negotiations with the Borg will be easy? After all, the second most powerful person in the Collective is working for the Federation. Or will they just believe that you are some mindless puppet of the Queen that's controlled by the Collective with every word she speaks?"
B'Elanna smirked before stating, "Then they might have a problem, because I'll follow every command of my Queen here blindly." And simply because she could, B'Elanna added over the private Borg link, {If I'm in the mood for a sexy Queen ordering me how to please her that is.}
{I thought I was your Princess. You are my most wonderful Queen though, and I love to follow your every command as well... if we are in that mood.} Seven countered over the link, as she spoke out loud to the others. "As I already suggested, why do we not postpone this meeting until tomorrow? It is getting late, and there is still a lot to tell."
"Sounds like a good idea," Janeway agreed. They all got up and Seven and B'Elanna started to escort them back to the transporter room. As they walked through the living room of the quarters, Janeway was surprised to see that the huge insectoid was gone, but instead the Zamonan guard and the Royal Advisor were in the living room. The advisor was telling a story to the child, who took a moment to look at the group before waving a hand and stating 'bye'; once again making shivers run down Janeway's back.
Janeway had been around children a lot in her life; she literally saw her younger sister grow up from an hour old baby to a wonderful, if mischievous, artist who's work was sought after in the entire Federation, and beyond. But still there was something very unsettling to have a child that couldn't even walk, talk to her and ask her questions like what was wrong with having implants.
Once in the corridor, Seven suggested. "Kathryn, maybe it would be better if you, Chakotay and Tuvok stayed half an hour longer. There are a few things we still have to tell you that are only meant for the highest command levels. Not that I have a problem with our friends here hearing it as well, but you are Starfleet and as such there are some things they are not allowed to hear, according to Starfleet rules."
"We are a close group, Seven. As you know, my crew knows more than most Federation crews get told by their captain."
"I know, and I also know that you shared the knowledge of the Omega Directive with them; I was there when you did after all. But do you really want to put them in a position where they hear us talk about how we are now using the Omega molecules in our weapon banks, or for that matter how we can give you some information about the Dyson Directive, or the Xindi Directive, or the,"
"I see," Janeway interrupted. "You aren't even supposed to know the names of those directives."
"I am Borg," Seven merely stated as they reached the transporter room.
"And Starfleet never bothered to change the names after Picard had been assimilated and so nicely gave the Borg that info," B'Elanna added with a grin.
"Alright," Janeway agreed. "Chakotay, Tuvok, we'll stay a little longer. The rest of you, take a good night's rest. There's a lot more to do tomorrow."
"I agree. Not only talking, but also to show you some of the ship," Seven added. "I suggest we make a full day of it tomorrow. Do not eat breakfast; we will do that in one of the restaurants. Then we show you some parts of the ship. After that we eat lunch in a different restaurant. After that we talk until it is time for evening supper, which we can eat in yet a different restaurant. After which we will beam you home again."
"Seven, have mercy. You can't show them all your favorite restaurants in one day," B'Elanna laughed.
"No. However, I can show them a few between showing them things like deck fifteen and deck sixty-nine."
B'Elanna laughed again before explaining to the Voyager crew, "Be prepared when you visit deck sixty-nine. It's a deck where in all places that aren't critical for ship business, clothing is optional... and public sex could be something you see... probably 'will' see."
Seeing Janeway frown, B'Elanna added. "But I agree with Seven. Those two decks, and a few others, will help you see the diversity of the Borg Collective. Because where deck sixty-nine is free of almost all moral restrictions, on deck fifteen something as simple as shaking hands is seen as immoral contact."
"Why would you have such different way of behavior on one ship?" Chakotay asked.
"You have to keep in mind that there are almost fifteen thousand species in the Collective," B'Elanna explained. "The more drones we turn into Individualist drones, the more levels of what is considered right or wrong will start to form. Instead of oppressing our personal beliefs on fifteen thousand species, we've divided Unimatrix 01 into sectors, and levels. For instance, many people actually go to deck sixty-nine simply because the few restrictions give them a feeling of freedom. While also many people go to deck fifteen because the strict rules there make sure that they can relax without seeing things they don't like. Because of that those areas have actually gotten a full deck that goes across the vertical sectors."
"But won't having different approaches cause friction?" Harry wondered.
"Surprisingly, no," Seven assured. "In this the united Hive mind is a wonderful tool. Someone that prefers deck fifteen does know that someone on deck sixty-nine prefers other things, but is nevertheless not an evil person that needs to be destroyed. In fact, many of them have become friends because they start out wondering what the other sees in their way of life and they started to talk. They become friends, but the things they do together will not be done on deck fifteen, nor on deck sixty-nine. But on one of the other decks on which both of them do not mind going, even though it is not where they would want to live."
"Since we can't visit all the different kinds of societies that we have in one day, why don't I send over a list later tonight," B'Elanna suggested. "That way you all can have a look and indicate a few sectors and decks you'd like to visit. That way you can also assure Starfleet that we weren't trying to hide stuff from you; since you were allowed to go wherever you wanted, within reason."
"A good idea," Janeway said, and thereby approving the suggestion.
"When you make your choice, just know that deck fifteen and deck sixty-nine are already on the visit list. As is deck 765; there we have a no talking zone because all communicating is done telepathically," Seven added.
"So we won't be able to ask questions there?" Tom asked.
"You will," Seven assured. "A part of why this system works is because of an 'it is expected, but not mandatory' mentality that we demand. People on deck 765 normally do not talk verbally, but if someone were to go there and ask verbally where to find the set of quarters of their friend, they would be answered verbally. The same with deck sixty-nine. We will go there, dressed, and nobody will frown at you for it."
"Well, some might frown because they think you're spoiling their view," B'Elanna added with a grin. "But really it's a give and take. You can go to deck sixty-nine fully dressed and nobody will act outraged. But, the 'give' part in this is that if you go to the deck, regardless of being dressed or not, you won't act repulsed if someone steps up to you and asks you if you'd like to have sex with them."
"Give, and take," B'Elanna repeated. "If for instance a member of deck fifteen were to go to deck sixty-nine, they chose for it and won't comment on the nudity. But the people there will also more than likely not step up to that person for some sex because logic dictates that someone that's dressed so much that only their eyes are showing, probably is only there to visit a specific person, or is on duty."
"On duty surpasses everything," Seven explained. "If someone from maintenance goes to deck sixty-nine in a uniform, to repair something, that person will not be bothered. And if the thing to repair is in a public part of the deck, then people will be polite enough to stay out of the line of sight so that they do not distract the maintenance drone."
"Complex," Tuvok merely said.
B'Elanna shrugged. "So is every society. We didn't actually sit down and designed it all like that from the get-go. It evolved. The more people became Individualist drones, the more different kinds of social environments were wanted. We're just glad that we're able to work it all in perfectly. Yes, we did set down some base rules, but those were more to guide than to force. Like; 'to each their own, but respect what the other likes as well'. Simple, but it worked. Take that person from deck fifteen that finds nudity a sin, they'll still stand and protect someone from deck sixty-nine to the death if needed. Because regardless of whether they like nudity or not. Whether they prefer their sex private in quarters, or out for all to see. Whether they prefer to breathe helium or air... they're all Borg. As such every drone is a proverbial brother or sister, and they'll protect their family to the death. I can't even start to explain how happy Seven and I felt when we first felt this sense of... family... drift through the once emotionless Hive."
"And on that note, how about we go and have that extra talk?" Janeway asked, and moments later the rest of the Voyager crew was gone, with the exception of Tuvok and Chakotay.
As they entered the Royal quarters once more, the scene had shifted to Vasha being on the floor and playing with a stuffed toy while Katzi was sitting on the couch with Pagsha being held securely in her arms.
"Sorry, we didn't know that you would be back," Pagsha apologized as she moved out of the arms, but not off the couch.
Janeway realized that the apology was for them, and not for B'Elanna and Seven.
"We still have a few more things to discuss with them," Seven explained. "The kind of things that the rest of the crew is not allowed to hear because of Starfleet law."
"Ah, how about we take Vasha and move to the kitchen? That way you can sit here," Pagsha suggested.
"Thank you." Moments later Pagsha, Katzi and Vasha were gone and Seven asked the Voyager crewmembers to sit down.
"They seemed rather... comfortable in your quarters," Janeway pointed out. "And I find it strange that the Borg would insist on having a guard in here while none accompanied us to the transporter room."
"To answer both questions at once," Seven said as she sat down besides B'Elanna on the second couch, "They are both comfortable here because they are being comfortable in their own quarters. These are the quarters of the Royal Family, and they are part of that family. Apparently I was not clear enough when I said that they are such close friends that we consider them family. The Borg have designated us an 'interspecies community', but we call each other family. But to get the true closeness across, let me add that the Borg have it registered that Vasha has four mothers."
"I... see," Janeway said slowly, her mind going in all kind of different directions, trying to figure out what exactly 'true closeness' meant. Some of those directions were a lot more explicit than others, while others were extremely mild as if scolding herself for thinking about the four women together, doing... Not getting any further explanation, she decided to move on. "You said that you're now able to use the Omega molecule?"
Continued...