27I do not own One Piece or Star Trek
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Warning: Contains spoilers for the Star Trek: Deep Space 9, season 7, episode "Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges"
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Section 31
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Luther Sloan of the dark and clandestine organisation known only as Section 31, dedicated towards preserving the Federation by any and all means necessary, transported into the room of one Monkey D. Luffy on board the USS Enterprise-D.
These newcomers offered great potential for the Federation, but before any introductions could be considered, an appropriate insurance was first required. Just in case the mysteries surrounding them were not so benign after all. He and his fellow elite agents were here to covertly implant them with miniature mechanical nanites, invisible to even the most sophisticated medical instruments, which would kill the strangers if they received the proper signal.
Long habit made Sloan move cautiously even though he knew it was unnecessary. Every Starfleet vessel were designed to be incapable of detecting any of Section 31's ships, their transporters, or Sloan and his fellow operatives. The computers simply failed to notice or recognize them. As for the people they were seeing tonight, remote reprograming of the each of the nine individual's food replicators had added sophisticated sedatives into their food and drink, with each of them getting a snack or drink before bed. If anything, Sloan ruefully thought as he took in all the bones littering the ground, stripped of any scrap of meat, I'll probably have to administer this one an antidote after I'm done.
A tearing sound made him whirl around to see a slight young man standing behind him, ripping off another hunk of meat with his teeth, heedless of how he was eating even more drugged food, as he stared at the intruder.
Sloan blinked for a moment, but held his position. Monkey was not doing anything aggressive. "Hello."
[Munch]
More meat torn of the almost comically oversized portion in Monkey's hand.
"I was hoping to talk to you."
[Munch]
Another mouthful being chewed down was the only response.
Despite himself, Sloan was starting to get concerned; there was something about that blank-eyed look that was furiously prodding and poking at old survival instincts. A twist of the agent's hand and a miniaturized phaser fired a stun blast. Drugged interrogation with an amnesiac it is.
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Lieutenant Barclay was inspecting his datapad as he made his way for a routine inspection for his shift, glad that the hallway pleasantly deserted so there would be no distractions.
A door exploded outwards into pieces, and out of the dark interior walked Roronoa Zoro. "Barclay to Security!" he gasped, going pale at the sight of the bloody swords. "Zoro! The green-haired one! He's gone violent! Oh my! He-he cut the door down! He cut it! And, and," but he could not continue. For to his horror he saw that the swordsman's one good eye was closed, and he could hear the snoring sound.
The First Mate's mind was deep in an artificial sleep, but his instincts had risen to the call at the presence of the intruder, and were now moving the body itself.
The crew is endangered. Fight! Cut!
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Sloan glared at Monkey, trying to wrap his head around what was happening. He kept shooting at the man, but each shot only hit the wall behind him.
[Munch]
Their scan before he transported in had shown no unique technology, so what was happening? On impulse he yanked out a compact tricorder and did a quick check. Human. Right in front of him. Nothing to indicate an immunity to tranquilizers or other foreign substances. Still, Sloan was a dangerous man in his own right, and having diverted Monkey's attention by grabbing for the miniature scanner, in his other hand Sloan's thumb adjusted his phaser for a wide stun beam and fired a sustained shot.
Monkey was no longer there.
"You're here to cause trouble, aren't you?" the voice said from behind in his ear, garbled by the food in his mouth.
Retreat! His hand flashed to his comm badge.
Then he felt it.
Icy claws gripping his spine and brain, crushing them.
Then darkness.
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"Counselor Troi to Security!" the woman gasped as she shot upright in her bed. "Something's going on with Luffy! Get your teams there and proceed with caution! Advise Red Alert!"
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Chief of Security Worf did not hesitate to second that order, whatever had rattled the woman must be significant. And that chill he had just felt…
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Dr. Crusher nearly had whiplash as she tried to track the two racing past her. Both had frozen at that feeling that had just washed over them all, and in that moment she had been afraid of Brook. The jovial skeleton was gone, and in his place was something that truly deserved its place as a nightmare. Cheerful Chopper, who had also been down for the all-night session studying the musician again had also stiffened, and had then changed.
The larger, horned figure had charged out on four legs alongside Brook almost faster than Crusher could see, and they were already gone from sight. "Dr. Crusher to the bridge…"
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Twenty-two years of hiding and fighting to survive snapped Robin awake at the feel of her Captain's haki rushing over her and the rest of the ship, calling her to arms.
A tranquilizer, her mind raced as it registered how sluggish her body was. While lacking Luffy's super-metabolism and partial immunity to foreign substances thanks to Ivankov, as a teenager she had still conditioned her body to have some measure of resistance against such substances, helping her stay awake. A figure in the dark hurried forward as she levered herself up with effort, and she killed him by reflex.
Ignoring the sounds as he fought to stay alive as multiple limbs snapped his spine, she grew and opened her other eyes as they blossomed throughout her crewmates rooms.
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Sanji instantly knew what was happening and the cause even as he snapped awake. That's what happens when I'm not cooking for them! he seethed in shame, even if it had just been a glass of water before bed. He knew he could not move his body in time as he sensed another presence, so he stopped trying to fight it and relaxed his body as if in acceptance. Encouraged, the Section 31 operative leaned forward with his hypospray.
And then Sanji set himself on fire with his mind.
"Hell Memories!"
Screaming the agent leapt backwards as the flames of passion bit at him, and then the ships' automatic fire suppressant system cut in.
There was a reason Sanji could not smoke on the Enterprise, and this was it as they were both surrounded by a force field that was to cut off the oxygen to the flames. The intruder collapsed from air loss, while Sanji's lungs had received such superior conditioning they easily held out as he struggled anew to get upright as the force fields deactivated.
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Circuitry and electricity flared throughout Franky as he felt the tingle of a Conqueror, Luffy, projecting his will, and he found someone trying to apply something to him. They –it was too dark to tell the gender— were so frustrated at their failure to get whatever it was through the metal that was just below his artificial skin that they had failed to recognize he was awake. Or that he had been sleeping naturally the whole time despite the cola he had taken from the replicator, the additive being useless against his cybernetics (if it had been a gas it would have been another story).
"Helloooo!" he boomed, "Sorry but I'm a little busy right now, maybe after I've sorted it out?"
Backpedaling in horror she –Yep, definitely a woman— started to raise her hand, but Franky's fist, as big as her torso, smashed her across the room.
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The man in Usopp's room could hear the rising noise outside as he worked his way through the cluttered room, trying to reach his target despite all the inventions lying around, when the wall beside him was cut apart.
Ignoring the need for a door, a fully awake and enraged Zoro stomped in, veins visibly throbbing over inhuman muscles as they fought the strain of the chemicals.
The murderous glare the First Mate turned upon whoever was intruding on his crewmate was the last thing the operative saw before darkness overcame him too.
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Nami smiled at the sight of the intruder fighting against the arms that were sprouting out of his body. The sluggish movements of the limbs told her that Robin was also drugged, but the woman was also clearly holding back. "Thanks 'sis," she muttered as she twitched her fingers on the weapon she had taken to bed with her.
A miniature tornado smashed the last agent into the far wall, bones loudly snapping.
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When Picard arrived, Worf was examining the captives lying on the ground, wondering at how most of them were somehow still alive, while Dr. Chopper was examining his crewmates alongside Dr. Crusher.
"Commander Worf," Data said as he walked out of one of the guest's rooms, "they were right. The food replicator in this room has been carefully programmed to add the sedative to their food."
"It's not one that I've seen before either," Beverly added.
"I'm not surprised, Doctor," Data told her, which raised a few looks from the other Starfleet Officers. "According to what Geordi and I've uncovered so far, this sedative was part of a list of programs buried deep into our own computers. Virtually undetectable, even for me."
"Would someone care to fill me in?" Picard finally barked, earning surprised looks from everyone as they finally took note of him.
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Admiral William Ross was fighting for composure as the Starfleet Security Guards led him away for high treason as an accomplice of Section 31. Spurred on by his discoveries, and plenty of captives to question with his resident empath handy once the suicide implants were removed, Captain Jean-Luc Picard had led a crusade against the darker side of the Federation.
The public, the very same citizens who enjoyed their peace and prosperity from the men and women of the organization, had been repulsed by what had been uncovered, the 'crimes' that had been committed. Despite this, the shadowy network of men and women, dedicated to protecting their way of life by means that others just could not accept, might have been able to have still survived this purge, letting some individuals be captured for the greater good to fool everyone else into thinking it was over.
Unfortunately, the Straw Hats had ruined even that with how they had exposed Section 31. The android Data had managed to uncover just how deeply Section 31's computer codes were implanted into all the computers, allowing loyal yet misguided Starfleet officers to track down every agent from their electrical fingerprints.
The President of the Federation himself came to give his personal thanks to the Straw Hats.
"We are all in debt to your actions. Upon behalf of the Federation, I, uh, uhm, excuse me?"
[Munch]
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Author Notes:
Realistically I know the crew would sleep together, the men all together in one room and the women all together in another. But that would not be as fun. Heck, it would be a boring slaughter. Also, the reason the operatives were not just transported off the Enterprise-D was that when Troi called for a Red Alert, it raised the ship's shields and that cut off any extraction.
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