Disclaimer: ST: VOY is not mine
Tactical Advantage
By mistress amethyst une
"Commander," she told him sternly, "You will not prevent me from beaming down to that planet."
"If you go, it'll be suicide."
She rolled her eyes, "They're not that dangerous."
She headed for the ready room doors. He grabbed her by the ponytail only to have it come off in his hands revealing her new shorter hairstyle.
"My hair is no longer a tactical advantage, Mister Chakotay," she said and headed out smirking smugly.
When the ready room doors closed, he stuffed the ponytail in his trouser pocket.
"More kindling for our next camping trip I guess..."