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Story takes place sometime in season 4
The Voyager
The Voyager was in the middle of a fire fight with another ship that was a little smaller than the Intrepid class starship that was swept away from Federation space 3 years before.
Commander Chakotay, the ships first officer, was standing right beside Lieutenant junior grade Tom Paris, the Voyager's chief helm officer. Also on the bridge were Lieutenant Commander Tuvok at tactical, Ensign Harry Kim at Ops, Seven of Nine at the station in between Janeway and Chakotay's seats, Ensign Samantha Wildman at the science station, and of course Captain Janeway at her seat looking over at the display panel between her seat and Chakotay's.
The ship rocked again with another torpedo from the other ship hitting the Voyager. Some sparks flew openly like wild fire from the master display panel that showed the layout of the ship. A few crewmen avoided the sparks as they moved back. The ship was at red alert.
"Report!" Chakotay yelled out as he looked back at the Vulcan chief of security.
The Vulcan looked at the console. "Direct hit off our starboard bow. Shields down to forty-three percent."
Another blast hit the Voyager.
"Return fire!" Janeway ordered.
The Voyager shot a few torpedoes from it's side and hit the alien ship firing.
"Direct hit. Shields down to eighty-one percent," Kim said from his ops console.
Paris was getting flustered. He looked at Chakotay. "It's like trying to punch a hole in a brick wall with your fists."
Seven of Nine looked at something displaying at her console. "I believe I have discovered a weakness in the other ship."
"Well don't keep it all to yourself, Seven," Janeway wanted to get rid of this ship and get out of the area as fast as possible.
A continued blast hit the Voyager again.
"I believe if we set a direct course to the underside of the ship's hull, we can fire a series of shots from our phasers."
Wildman was looking over Seven's findings from the science station. "Confirmed. Their underside is the weakpoint." She smiled at the rest of the crew.
"Tom, make it happen," Chakotay said.
"You don't have to tell me twice," Paris let his hands glide the buttons on the console.
The Voyager flew on the underside of the alien ship. A series of phaser fire hit the other ship as an explosion occurred on the underside. The alien ship stopped firing as it now had it's own problems to deal with and not the threat of the Voyager.
"Direct hit," Kim said. "The ship's shields are down."
"Tom get us out of here," Chakotay ordered.
"Aye sir," Paris nodded as he plotted a course to get away from the alien space craft. "Heading back on our original course at," Paris stopped in mid sentence as he read the speed in which they were going, "warp four."
Janeway got up from her chair and moved right next to her first officer. "I'd like to push it another notch or two incase we have more incoming Twantgen ships after us for violating their territory.
Chakotay nodded. "Agreed. Bridge to Torres."
"Go ahead, Commander," Torres's voice came through the channel.
"Can we push the ship to at least warp five?"
"Sorry, but the fire fight caused some problems with the warp core. This is the best possible speed I can give you at the moment. I can have warp five for you within the next hour," Torres continued.
"Understood. Chakotay out."
Janeway turned to Tuvok. "Damage report, Commander."
"Besides the damaged core, we also have damage on decks four through six, and decks eight, nine, and ten," Tuvok reported. "Repair teams are responding to the damages. There are also no fatalities."
"Sickbay to bridge," the Doctor's voice channeled through the comm channel.
"Go ahead Doctor," Janeway responded.
"I've got multiple injuries here, at least ten crewmembers who need medical assistance. I could use some help down here."
Janeway nodded at Paris. "Tom, go down there and help the Doctor."
"Yes ma'am," Paris said as he got up and moved across the bridge to the turbolift.
Chakotay glanced at Kim and Seven. "Harry, Seven, go down below to assist with repairs. We can use all the manpower we can get."
Both people moved to the hallway beside the operations console that housed a turbolift.
Samantha Wildman spoke up from her area. "Commander, I do have some engineering abilities. Permission to go down to help out with repairs. You did say we need everyone to help out, right?"
Chakotay gave a mild smile. "Permission granted."
Wildman got up and headed towards a turbolift to help out with repairs.
Janeway looked at Chakotay and shook her head. Her short, wavy hair was in a mess. It had been a few months since she decided to get away from the bun/ponytail hairstyle and go with a shorter hair style.
Janeway sighed as she lifted up her hands in disgust. "All they had to do is just hail us and say we were in their territory. But did the Twantgens even do that? No!" Janeway paused a beat. "If they did that then at least we would have known and gotten out of their territory and found another away."
Chakotay couldn't help but admire the difficulty of the situation his captain was facing. After all, the ship and crew have faced so many obstacles in the last three years. Three weeks ago they had the Hirogen come onboard, take over the ship, and use some of the crew as part of their experiment using the holodecks as part of their hunt. Luckily Captain Janeway struck a deal with them and they agreed to leave the Voyager. Still, there wasn't much breathing room from the Hirogen incident to what the crew were facing currently. If they were to face the Twantgens again, Chakotay wasn't sure if the Voyager could make it in another fire fight especially if multiple ships attacked them the next time around. But that was a thought for another day.
"Captain, logically since they fired on us after we hailed them they weren't going to give us the option of moving out of their territory. Most adversarial species are like that and don't give you a moment to get away from them," Tuvok pointed out as a matter of fact.
"Thank you, Tuvok," Janeway sarcastically said. "Your words of wisdom have been the highlight of this day so far."
"Engrossing my statement with sarcasm aside, what I said still makes sense," the Vulcan came back.
Chakotay raised an eyebrow at the chief of security. The battle of the wits between these two could be a slight interesting diversion from the recent attack, but Janeway decided to not press on.
Janeway looked around the bridge as it was a wreck again. "First we encounter the Kazon and Vidiians, then we encountered the Voth, then the Borg. Thank god for Kes getting us out of Borg space we made that ten year jump ahead." Janeway sighed. "Then we ran into the Hirogen and now this. Hasn't been good for us this last month. I bet we were to fair better if we were back home."
Chakotay blinked as he continued to look on his beaten down captain. Perhaps once repairs were over he could suggest to her in taking a few days off and away from the daily duties of being a starship captain. Heck, everyone on the ship should take a few days off because of what they've experienced the last month. Where's Risa when you really need that planet anyway or at least a version like Risa?
Janeway turned and started to head to her ready room. "You have the bridge, Chakotay."
She entered her ready room. There were times she felt most at peace in here with no one around. Here she can just think and lets things come and go from her mind. Her thoughts could help her reflect on what has happened throughout the day or week. Her ready room could be a sanctuary of coming up with a solution she hadn't thought of. Or this place could be a room for her to get away from it all.
Janeway walked towards her couch, laid down, and closed her eyes. She breathed heavily as she let her body relax amongst the piece of furniture. If coffee was one of her most trusted companions, the couch would be considered another one.
A bright flash appeared in the room suddenly without any warning.
"Oh dear, it looks like I came at a bad time didn't I?"
Janeway's eyes opened as she looked at what just made that flashing noise and who was talking.
"Q!"
"Nice to see you too, Kathy!" The one and only irrepressible Q stated.
Q had been the one that put humanity on trial many years ago starting with Captain Picard and the crew of the Enterprise D, a trial Q told Picard that is still ongoing. However, despite the fact he would have loved to go onto Picard's new Enterprise, the big 'E', and mess around with the crew again, he knew during this time they were fighting in the Dominion war or at least participating in it in a small capacity and it wouldn't really suit him to bother them seeing how exhausted Starfleet looked currently.
Janeway shook her head as this wasn't how she wanted to continue her day. She got up and met Q face to face. "What do you want, Q? Where's the female Q and your baby at?"
Q smiled at Janeway. She had helped him and the other Q out with the little civil war the Continuum was having, all because some of the Q did not want to embrace change that rogue Q calling himself Quinn wanted several years prior who then died after becoming mortal. And of course some of the Q weren't keen in having a new Q in the form of a baby being born either. Two Q tried that out as they wanted to become parents and get away from being part of the Continuum. They succeeded in having a girl named Amanda Rogers who was later persuaded to come into the Continuum before becoming a problem and danger to the rest of the galaxy. Q, of course, had Rogers brought into the fold and was happy she had succeeded nicely in the Continuum. Her parents however were made an example to those who should never defy the Q.
"I'm happy to report the other Q is currently in the Continuum with junior at the moment and doing quite nicely I must say."
Janeway looked at him, studied him. "So why are you here right now?"
"To your own personal delight, Madam Captain, I'm here to help you out, to let you see things a little more clearly."
Janeway's expression was confused as a Klingon trying to understand economic policies. To what end was Q doing here and why. "I beg your pardon?"
A growing smile krept upon the being's face.
"You my dear Madam Captain seem like you're lost right now," Q explained but then back tracked his words. "Er um, no pun intended." He continued. "With the hallowing events over the last five months from facing that species that was at war with the Borg, to your little spit fire cheerleading Ocampan gaining abilities and powers to allow you all to move across Borg space, to trying to humanize a former Borg drone, to…." Q stopped his conversation.
He looked around puzzled. He snapped his fingers and an old twentieth century tape recorder appeared in his right hand. "Note to self, begin backtracking humanity's first contact with the Borg. There seems to be a discrepancy I'm not aware of yet, especially with humans being assimilated at an earlier point in time." The tape recorder disappeared.
Q turned his attention back to the matter at hand. "As I was stating, to trying to get that Borg woman back on her Human feet, to even having first contact established with Starfleet, and having your ship turned upside down with that nomadic predator looking species. And you say you have it rough out here?" Q couldn't help but glee in the irony of what she doesn't know. "You my dear Captain Janeway have no idea what your fellow Federation cohorts are facing right now."
Janeway looked sternly at the being. "As I understand it, the Federation is currently at war with a species from the Gamma Quadrant, the Dominion. I was at a briefing about them sometime after first contact was made. Frankly, I wasn't impressed by them."
Q could only give a 'humph' at Janeway's dry remark. She had no idea how good she had it here compared to the rest of Starfleet.
"And you think if you were back in the Alpha Quadrant right now, things would be better?" Q mused the thought to her.
"Why, yes, yes it would be," Janeway replied.
Q gazed at her. His left eyebrow raised up. "I was hoping you would say that." He moved away some but then turned back to face her. "Let's see how you would fare off if you were back home right now. You might not like the results of your wish."
"Q!" Janeway started. However, Q merely snapped his fingers and he along with Voyager disappeared.