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«Stay for me... please?» Kathryn Janeway was exhausted by endless of negotiations with the native species of a trinary stars system in the depth of the Delta Quadrant. They seemed unresponsive to her and her diplomatic ways: she didn't know what more to do for granting her crew a passage through their territories, that'll grant Voyager a shortcut of a few months in its voyage home.
«I think I'll need someone to watch over me and help me with them, I don't seem able to obtain anything from them,» she explained, when she noticed the blank expression from her Astrometric Officer, Seven of Nine.
«I will comply,» was the simple answer the Borg gave her, with a sharp nod.
«Thank you.»