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This story will be set at the end of season four. So from here on out, it's going to be an alternate universe.
The bridge officers looked around and realized they were surrounded by seven Jem'Hadar.
Harry Kim was about to pull out a phaser from his operations console before one of the Jem'Hadar soldiers noticed him grabbing for one. The Jem'Hadar pointed a rifle at him.
"Don't be a fool human, for I know what you're trying to do," the Jem'Hadar soldier said at the young ensign.
Janeway looked over at her young operations officer. "Ensign Kim, do it. That's an order."
Kim was hesitant to put down the phaser he was trying to grab, but obeyed his captain never the less. He looked at the Jem'Hadar that was pointing a gun at him. "There, satisfied?"
The soldier continued to point a gun at Harry Kim, despite the fact he was not holding a phaser anymore.
The Jem'Hadar soldier who was pointing a gun at Janeway looked at her. "Once we have control of your ship, we'll take you back to Dominion space where you and your crew will spend the rest of your lives in an interment camp."
Kathryn did not like her grim future and where it could be headed to. Out of all the problems she and her crew had been through, they were going to live the rest of their lives in some camp in Cardassian space. Fun times ahead for everyone.
Main Engineering
In main engineering, B'Elanna Torres and her team continued to find a way of detecting the Jem'Hadar. With the engineering team was the security officers that were left to help out incase more Jem'Hadar soldiers stormed into the engine room and try to take control of it.
Torres leaned over and watched Dalby going through different frequencies in order to find a way to detect the Jem'Hadar.
Dalby had calm down since he got trigger happy while shooting the remaining Jem'Hadar soldiers in engineering. But he started to grow irritated when Torres was leaning over him and looking on. Dalby valued his personal space, no matter if B'Elanna was his superior officer.
Dalby looked at her. "Lieutenant, with all do respect, could you leave me some personal space."
Before B'Elanna could respond with a comeback, about ten Jem'Hadar had materialized around her and the rest of the engineering personal, pointing weapons at everyone.
"No one move, or you all will die," one of the Jem'Hadar soldiers announced.
Torres couldn't believe she was back in the same boat she had just left not to long ago. She felt like knocking something over, one of the Jem'Hadar soldiers into the warp core, just because she was now irritated with the turn of events. Maybe we should have just stayed in the Delta Quadrant and rough it, Torres thought to herself as the soldiers were moving everyone to one side, including the security guards that were assigned to wear off the incoming soldiers from the engine room.
As Torres moved to one side, she couldn't help but think that she was in the same predicament several months ago with the Hirogen. They came, beamed over, and took over the ship. They used the crew as their personal toys, sending them to the holodecks into different programs to hunt the crew. But B'Elanna didn't think the Jem'Hadar didn't want to use the crew for their own personal pleasure. There were only two options Torres thought of what would happened to her and the rest of the crew. One, the crew gets all killed, or two, the crew becomes slaves and spend the rest of their lives in prison.
Perhaps that last scenario was probably going to happen with her and the rest of the former Maquis anyway once they got back to Starfleet headquarters, if they do get back. They were probably going to be tried and then sent to prison with the rest of the Maquis that didn't all die when the Cardassians became part of the Dominion and killed them all. B'Elanna sighed as she thought about that likely occurrence as she and the others were standing on one side of main engineering.
One of the Jem'Hadar soldiers went over to one of the consoles and tapped a button. "Third Re'trolix to first."
"This is first Omat'reclan, go ahead," the Jem'Hadar said through the comm channel.
"The engine room is secured and all the engineering personal are right here," the third announced.
"Very good, the bridge is also secured. I will contact the Vorta and tell her the ship is ours," Omat'reclan said through the comm channel. "Have a few soldiers began gathering up the rest of the crew deck by deck and put them in a secure area. I'll have a few here go as well. First Omat'reclan out."
Re'trolix looked at two of the soldiers. "You two, start gathering the rest of the crew."
The two soldiers acknowledged and left the engine room.
Re'trolix looked at the engineering personal. "Which one is the head engineer here?"
The engineering personal looked at each other. They all knew B'Elanna was the chief engineer but they didn't want to say anything. Who knows what the soldier wanted to do with her.
The Jem'Hadar third got agitated and asked a second time. "I'll ask again this time, but I won't be as lenient." The Jem'Hadar soldier lifted up his disrupter on the engineering personal. "Now I'm a good marksman, so if you want to play it the hard way, then so be it."
B'Elanna did not want to hide anymore. She stepped up from the rest up the personal. "I'm the chief engineer here."
The Jem'Hadar second put his disrupter down. "Ah, so it is you then." The soldier studied Torres. "Funny, you look like a Klingon. I thought Klingons did not hide behind and cower like little children frightened from a monster."
Through the right circumstances, B'Elanna would have hit the Jem'Hadar without hesitation for that remark. But now wasn't the time to show off the Klingon temper of hers, for it would more than likely kill her and other innocent lives.
"Just what do you want?" Torres asked as she eyed him, trying not to do anything else.
"You and several engineers will be running this ship since we do not know how to. You will move this ship further into Dominion space where you all will be put into a prison and this ship will become part of the Dominion fleet," the Jem'Hadar informed Torres of the Dominion's plans.
B'Elanna narrowed her eyes at the soldier. "Fat chance of that happening."
The Jem'Hadar smiled. "That's the kind of response that is not tolerated by me, and certainly not the first. Be glad he's not down here. Otherwise, he would have killed you right here without any hesitation."
The Jem'Hadar third moved off to let B'Elanna contemplate her actions and the words the third said to her.
Voyager Corridors
Through somewhere in the Voyager corridors was Commander Chakotay, and Lieutenants Ayala and Baxter following behind him.
Chakotay stopped and turned to the other two officers. "Something is wrong. We haven't had any contact with the captain in quite some time."
Ayala tapped his combadge and frowned. "Even our communicators aren't working to contact the bridge either," Ayala added.
"You think the Jem'Hadar took over the bridge?" Baxter asked as he looked at Chakotay.
Chakotay thought for a moment. "I don't know, but I wouldn't doubt it."
"Well if that's the case, then as what Tuvok would say, logic would dictate that the Jem'Hadar would have taken over engineering as well," Baxter added.
Chakotay let out a very slight smile as he heard Baxter try to act like the Vulcan. Still, it would be the only one he would let out as the likely scenario would be the case, that the Jem'Hadar have taken over the bridge and main engineering. The situation of trying to defend the ship was looking gloomy and unlikely he and the rest would get the ship back into their hands.
Chakotay was trying to figure out what the next logical step that he and his cohorts would do. Nothing. Chakotay's mind was blank, nothing was going through his mind. "Computer."
The computer did not respond to Chakotay's voice.
Ayala sighed. "Looks like the Jem'Hadar got through the computer."
"It would be nice if the computer could tell us how many Jem'Hadar are on the ship," Chakotay looked at the two officers.
But that wasn't going to be the case. They were cut off from the rest of the ship and had no idea what was going on or how many soldiers there were on the Voyager and where they are.
"So what do we do now sir?" Baxter asked as he was looking for the next move by his commanding officer.
"All we can do now is hide and bide our time until the right moment," Chakotay explained. "Let's get into the jeffries tubes."
Sickbay
The Doctor was pacing around the room, wondering what was going on. He was half tempted to grab his mobile emitter and go to the bridge. He didn't have access to the communication channel and thought that if he had any emotion what so ever, he would be feeling scared.
Also in sickbay was Seven of Nine, who did not look too pleased with the Doctor walking around. "Doctor, your pacing tells me you have an erratic behavior, one that will not help the situation."
The Doctor looked at the ex Borg drone sharply. "You're right Seven, I'm am showing signs of erratic behavior. I have good reason to be."
Seven was about to say something, but didn't. She had spent almost a year on the ship and knew everyone's behavior. Even though it might have been erratic at times, she had come accustomed to it. Although she often thought how her behavior would be after being with non drones for several years. Would her behavior be different than it is now? Would her sense of knowing what to do be compromised when her emotions got in the way? Seven could only wish her behavior over the course of her life time would be as disciplined as Tuvok's.
"We should try to deploy some sort of a rescue operation," Seven was stating a reasonable idea, one which others have done in the past when they're in the thick of things.
Suddenly the doors to sickbay opened.
The Doctor and Seven looked at the incoming person. Seven was nearly startled at the thought of one of the Jem'Hadar coming in and attacking her. She felt a sense of fear overwhelm her.
The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief once he saw who came in. "Mr. Neelix, thank god."
Neelix was carrying a rifle with his as he looked at the two. "Am I glad to see you two."
The Doctor did not hesitate to ask the obvious. "What's going on?"
"Ten Jem'Hadar soldiers are in the mess hall where they have taken several of the crew hostage," Neelix said. "I was about to go in the room when I saw them beam in."
Neelix looked like he was having signs of guilt when he left some of the crew in the mess hall to defend themselves. A part of him wanted to go in there and face whatever consequences the rest of the crew in the mess hall were facing.
"I tried contacting the bridge but nothing happened," the Talaxian continued. "I have no idea what's going on, only that there are ten Jem'Hadar in the mess hall."
The Doctor nodded. "There has to be other crewmembers that have not been captured."
"They could be hiding," Seven gave a response.
"This situation seems similar to the Kazon takeover and the Hirogen taker over too," Neelix reminisced
Truer words were never more right, the Doctor thought. He remembered the Kazon takeover and how everyone on the ship was forced from their will to reside on that planet. All except himself and Mr. Suder, who survived an explosion and managed to take back the ship from the Kazon before being killed.
As for the Hirogen incident, the Doctor had to patch up the patients before sending them back out to the horrors they had to endure because of the expense of the Hirogen and their so called hunt. He hated the fact he was the one sending the crew to their possible deaths for the Hirogens personal enjoyment.
As Neelix was about to speak, the sickbay doors opened again. Neelix pointed his rifle to the person entering the room, preparing to fire.
But there was no need. It was Lieutenant Joseph Carey.
The assistant chief engineer had a phaser with him, along with a phaser holster on his left side.
The Doctor grunted. "This must be a meeting place for the crew when we have uninvited guests try to take over the ship."
Carey paid no attention to the Doctor's sarcastic banter. He had other things on his mind.
"Mr. Carey, what, what happened?" Neelix queried.
"The news is going to sound grim," Carey let on. "There are ten Jem'Hadar soldiers in main engineering. I also heard there were atleast seven more on the bridge."
The three could not believe it. The ship, mainly the bridge and main engineering, were taken over by the Dominion soldiers. Both are critical key points on the ship and can be controlled. All codes could be accessed by one of the two areas and in those two areas anyone can control the ship.
"Then if that's the case, we need a plan," Seven stated.
Carey did have a plan he was thinking of using. "We need to get to the aeroshuttle."
The Doctor narrowed his eyebrows to a point. "The what?"
All though time was at the essence, the lieutenant did not want to explain, but he had no choice. "It's the captain's personal shuttlecraft she can use for diplomatic missions."
Neelix, having known a little bit of information about the shuttlecraft, spoke. "But I heard from B'Elanna that the aeroshuttle was not operational."
"It wasn't until Captain Janeway wanted us to try to get it operational," Carey said. "From the bombardment of the Kazon, Vidians, and Borg, Janeway wanted the engineering crews to get the aeroshuttle operational so some of the crew could use it in case of an emergency."
"Brilliant reasoning on part from the captain," the Doctor stated. "If we get out of this, I'll be sure to thank her for that."
"But the only problem is that it's four decks down, on deck nine," Carey continued.
"But what about the rest of the crew?" Neelix asked, not wanting to just leave the crew while they escape.
Carey did not like the idea of leaving the crew on the ship, but he needed to act fast. "We need to get to Deep Space Nine. Once we're there, we'll get help." Carey looked at the three. "I don't like the idea of just leaving the crew either, but if there's any hope for us, we need to get help in order to save everyone's lives."
"I will comply," Seven dryly stated. She and the Doctor grabbed a couple of phasers from nearby for firearms, incase they needed them.
The Doctor grabbed his mobile emitter and slapped it on.
"I don't think we're going to have any problems if we run into the Jem'Hadar, if we use the jeffries tubes," Neelix thought, thinking the Dominion soldiers wouldn't be in those areas.
All four walked past the Doctor's office into the rest of sickbay and Seven opened a hatch. The four crawled in one by one and slowly moved down the jeffries tubes. They did not want to be detected or picked up by the Jem'Hadar.
Deck 9
Finally all four had crawled all the way down to deck 9 after being in the jeffries tubes for what seemed like an eternity from their perspective.
Lieutenant Carey was first as he stood by the door, followed by Neelix, the Doctor, and seven, who flanked the rear.
The doors opened as Carey took a look outside. Nothing was there. He nodded for the other three to tell them it was safe and all four proceeded.
"Strange to see no one walking around," Neelix said.
After several minutes of walking through the corridors of deck nine, the four made their way to a door. The inscription label on the door read "Aeroshuttle".
All four went through the doors and proceeded to go inside the shuttle. They made their way to the so called "bridge" which looked like a regular standard runabout, with a helm and ops station in the front and two stations to the sides. But unlike the runabout, the Aeroshuttle had a lot of space and wasn't that cramped.
Joseph Carey moved to the ops console while Neelix moved to the helm station. The Doctor and Seven of Nine sat on each side respectively.
The Doctor spoke up. "How are we going to get away from the Dominion without being detected?"
"Lieutenant Torres showed me a few Maquis tricks over the years, such as how to mask your warp signature to fool enemy ships," Carey explained.
"Since the computer isn't working right now, I doubt the Jem'Hadar on the bridge will detect on either," noted the ex Borg drone. "But this shuttle, like all the other shuttles, does have its own independent computer that is not connected to the Voyager circuits."
"Then perhaps we could contact somebody," the Doctor wondered if that task could be done.
"Precisely," Seven of Nine agreed. "I'm sending a transmission to the coordinates of Deep Space Nine."
Neelix swung his chair to face Seven. "Anything?"
Seven shook her head. "We must still be out of range to send a message."
"When we get closer, we'll send one," Carey replied.
"Starting pre launch sequence," Neelix said. He touched a few buttons on the helm station.
"Alright, I'm masking our warp trail so we don't get detected," Lieutenant Carey responded.
The shuttle started to power up.
"And here we go," the Lieutenant said. He touched a few buttons on the operations console.
Suddenly the shuttle detached itself from the Voyager's underside and moved away from its mother ship and the Dominion ships.
