Reading order of the Fan Fiction Story

  1.  End of the task?
  2. The Death Sentence
  3. Maybe this wormhole
  4.  Award or Death?
  5.  Encounter 
  6.  The Map
  7. Meeting the Crew
  8. Varro
  9. Think Tank
  10. Cadet maybe?
  11. Back in the school
  12. Helper
  13. Ideal Society 
  14. Ancestors and Ghola
  15. Relativity
  16. Confused
  17. Bleak Future
  18. Failed Menthat
  19. Duke starts his journey
  20. Alathea's admission 
  21. Result: detention
  22. Empire Gets Closer
  23. Find me my woman
  24. Nasty Suprise
  25. Another Ghola
  26. Truthsayer work
  27.  The True Freedom
  28. Symphony of revenge
  29. Contact
  30. Consequences
  31. Save the others
  32. First Contact
  33. Guests arrive
  34. Plans within plans
  35. You're irrelevant
  36. What to do
  37. Plan to keep Voyager safe
  38. Negotiations
  39. Decision
  40. Back on Voyager
  41. Meeting with Duke
  42. Conception
  43. Folding of the Space
  44. Voyager is off

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