Poor Timing
There's no such thing as a convenient red alert.
by: Nelantiralae
Disclaimer: Paramount owns all things Trek. As such, they are entitled to everything I have earned off of this, which is . . . NOTHING!
Kathryn Janeway had just settled into her bath when the red alert klaxons sounded. She leapt out of the water and pulled on her clothes. Once she arrived, the fight ended as soon as it began, the smaller ship realizing Voyager's superior fire power.
"Uh, Captain, everything okay? You look a little green around the gills," Paris said with a smirk.
"Not now, Lieutenant. Commander, you have the bridge, I'll be in my ready room."
"Um Captain? What . . . " Chakotay's question died on his lips.
"Avocado and honey!"
"Pardon?"
"The face mask, avocado and honey, recycled air dries out my skin."
