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"Tom, pull out!"
"I've lost helm control, and shields are critical."
"Transferring everything to helm control."
"It's not going to work, B'El. Engines are failing, and at the speed we're going, we're going to crash into the surface of that planet." He gestured out the window at the forest green planet in front of them, smaller than Earth's moon.
"Get them off our tail, flyboy, that's all we need. I'll work on engines, you just-"
"Shields are down. We're in a tractor lock. They're beaming aboard."
In a fluid motion, B'Elanna tapped the console so quickly, Tuvok would have been proud. "Shields at minimum, but helm's out of the question. Reverse the shield polarity."
"On it."
Quiet seconds pass. They go on for hours it seems.
"Come on, Tom, get them off our backs!"
"I'm trying, damn it!"
"Tom, they're overloading our shields. Get away from that-"
And in an instant, the Delta Flyer is erased into debris, somersaulting into the atmosphere of the planet and down to the surface.