Disclaimer - Voyager , Deep Space Nine , the Enterprise-E and their crews belong to Gene Roddenberry and Paramount . (I think) . All the new characters are mine. :)
Arwen
"Chapter One - The Bombshell"
Colonel Kathryn Janeway felt her world tip upside down . The words just spoken rang through her ears , destroying any possible hope of miscommunication. "Admiral , I don't understand. How can you do this?"
Admiral Kyle Andrews folded his hands together and leaned forward. "Kathryn ,we don't need icons right now . We need fighters . The Romulon warships aren't outdated . Voyager is. Therefore , in the essence of protecting life , I have given the order to decommission her."
Kathryn watched him closely and saw a sheen of perspiration form on his forehead . Andrews kept glancing at his computer terminal , as if expecting a call.
Andrews looked back up at Kathryn . "A ceremony has been scheduled for tomorrow, seventeen hundred hours on the Observation Deck . I took the liberty of ordering your senior staff to come here before I scheduled your meeting. They should be here within the next ten hours. You will have to explain the reason for their orders."
Kathryn nodded numbly , rising from her chair. The conference room seemed to ring with the peculiar sound of silence. A terrible silence that tolled a death blow for her ship.
All of a sudden , a tiny beep broke through the calm . The monotone computer voice said, "Admiral ,a message is coming in from the Ro-". It got no further. Andrews had slammed his hand down on the terminal.
A fleeting thought raced through her mind. A thought that whispered "Mutiny!"
Arwen
"Chapter One - The Bombshell"
Colonel Kathryn Janeway felt her world tip upside down . The words just spoken rang through her ears , destroying any possible hope of miscommunication. "Admiral , I don't understand. How can you do this?"
Admiral Kyle Andrews folded his hands together and leaned forward. "Kathryn ,we don't need icons right now . We need fighters . The Romulon warships aren't outdated . Voyager is. Therefore , in the essence of protecting life , I have given the order to decommission her."
Kathryn watched him closely and saw a sheen of perspiration form on his forehead . Andrews kept glancing at his computer terminal , as if expecting a call.
Andrews looked back up at Kathryn . "A ceremony has been scheduled for tomorrow, seventeen hundred hours on the Observation Deck . I took the liberty of ordering your senior staff to come here before I scheduled your meeting. They should be here within the next ten hours. You will have to explain the reason for their orders."
Kathryn nodded numbly , rising from her chair. The conference room seemed to ring with the peculiar sound of silence. A terrible silence that tolled a death blow for her ship.
All of a sudden , a tiny beep broke through the calm . The monotone computer voice said, "Admiral ,a message is coming in from the Ro-". It got no further. Andrews had slammed his hand down on the terminal.
A fleeting thought raced through her mind. A thought that whispered "Mutiny!"