USS VOYAGER, DELTA QUADRANT

Week 1 :

"Zsermi Prelate, please! We are just passing through. Let us pass, and there need be no further trouble!"

"This space is ours. It has always been ours. It will never be yours. NEVER!!!!"
 

Week 2  :

"You say you are from another planet, or planets. But there are no other planets, so the Enemy must have sent you!"

"What enemy, if there are no other worlds?"

"Your sophistry will not help you."
 

Week 3 :

"Your replicators, your data, and the child Naomi as my bridequeen."

"We are all sentient beings together. Surely some kind of compromise..."

"Tom...what did he just do?"

"Severed our left nacelle."
 

Week 4 :

"GO AWAY! COME BACK! WE WANT! WE NEED! WE HURT! INTERVENE! DON'T INTERFERE! REVENGE! CONQUEST! DON'T CONTAMINATE! HELP US!!!!DIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!"

Seven Of Nine just shook her head.

"I had forgotten that Species 2222 was a mentally multipolar one. Shields are not holding."

Janeway sounded like Paris.

"Oooh. Big surprise."
 

WEEK 5 :

"Captain's Log. Our makeshift cloak is illegal, and will not work when we are underway. But repairs are necessary, even vital. We are secluded, and I intend that we go undisturbed. Dog-tired, I have found a reference in Kes's journal, which she left to me for  posterity. I am going to ask Seven what she knows about this."

"Seven, there is a creature of myth called 'The Ancient Destroyer'. Tell me of it."

"Species Zero, believed among the first life forms in existence. Borg records show that the creature's pass through this galaxy a billion years ago started our drive to perfection. We sought to impose order on the chaos it left in its wake."

"Without sounding snide, is this the reason for The Delta Quadrant's backwater isolation? How bad could this creature have been?"

"Bad enough that we feared its return. But in Earth's mid-twentieth century, it headed for the Alpha Quadrant—and  reached Earth. There, it encountered and was destroyed by a native life-form, Species Gojirasauronus Gigantis Mutatis."

Janeway started.

"Godzilla? When was the other creature destroyed, Seven?"

"According to the history database, Old Earth Date 1999. The event is known by the military acronym DAM."

"Destroy All Monsters. Then it was King Ghidorah that made this place so isolated. But--the Kilaak invasion was a hoax."

"Captain, if you will peruse an autobiographical work called 'Spooky Thoughts', you will find that the former FBI Director convincingly argues that only public First Contact was in 2063. Privately, it may have even have been centuries earlier. Ghidorah  was mistakenly believed yet another mutated hybrid of the atomic  weaponry used at that time. The hoax--was no hoax."

"So this part of space is still now reeling from it all, and we're left holding the bag."
 

WEEK 6 :

"I know you don't all agree with my choice, to remain here for six more months. But its time we built this ship up. I thought this Quadrant was merely a disjointed one. But its not. Its a destroyed one. These people do not see themselves as living in a pre-Federation of some sort. To them, this place is still post-apocalyptic. We must be ready. More ready than we have ever been. Seven?"

Each noticed how truly grim Seven's face looked. Not stern. Nor cold. But grim.

"Extreme long-range sensors have detected a...unique energy signature. It will be 15 years before we encounter it. But it is quite unmistakable. It is significantly less powerful than old Borg records show. That said, it is still a menace beyond our knowing."

Janeway turned to most of her senior staff.

"Tuvok, Tom, Harry, Belanna, Seven-- Chakotay. Junior officers will take over your bridge duties. I need my best minds working on finding a reliable means of communication between ourselves and StarFleet--fast!"

Tom spoke for the others.

"Done and done, Captain. But what's the precise message?"

"Tell them that unless we are both damned lucky and very smart---that the 25th Century will have three extra mouths to feed. Hungry mouths."

She stopped.

"Tell them that Ghidorah has returned."

And on Planet Earth, a sleeping titan stirred in the Pacific Basin. It, too, was waiting. It was ready to again defend its homeworld--whether the humans wanted it to or not. But for now, Godzilla slept.