Star Trek Voyager is owned by Paramount….By the way, I hated Star Trek 11.

Some of the words in this story are mismatched. I'll try not to do that from now on!

Voyager

Chakotay, Ayala, and Baxter made their way through the jeffries tubes undetected and made their way to one of the shuttlebays on the ship. Though Chakotay was second guessing, his gut feeling was true. No one was in the shuttle bay as it was deserted.

The three men walked down one of the ladders and moved to one of the shuttles. Chakotay sat down and started to scan while Baxter and Ayala were looking on at the commander.

"Computer is picking up several of our people in main engineering, along with the brig, and in quarters and rooms on deck six," Chakotay read the information to the other two. "There's also three combadges on the bridge, belonging to the captain, Paris, and Kim.

"Guess they needed someone to pilot the ship," Baxter deduced.

"They maybe holding Janeway as a bargaining chip, incase they run into trouble," Ayala added, also theorizing why Janeway was up on the bridge.

Chakotay began to speak again. "The computer is detecting twenty-seven Jem'Hadar on the ship. Some are on the bridge, others are either in main engineering and walking through the corridors." As Chakotay tapped his fingers around the console, some more information popped up from the computer. "Eternal scanners indicate the Dominion ships are all gone."

"But why?" Baxter wondered.

Chakotay had a thought. "My guess is they feel Voyager is secured with as many troops there are on here and decided that the Jem'Hadar here can carry out orders and bring the ship back into Dominion territory."

"If we can try to get to as many of the crew as possible, we can lead a mutiny against the Jem'Hadar," Ayala had a plan of action already in place.

Chakotay nodded. "We need to begin by taking out as many Jem'Hadar soldiers first, those that are not in big numbers, and also try to free as many crewmembers as possible."

"So where do we start?" Baxter gave a curious stare. "Which deck as the least amount of Jem'Hadar that was can take out without drawing suspicion?"

Chakotay began to scan the computer in the shuttlecraft again. "We got three on this deck we can take out. If we do that, we'll be down to twenty-four of them."

The two officers nodded and all three got out of the shuttlebay. "There are two that should be right next to our position," Chakotay said.

Ayala started to rework one of the panels that was right next to the shuttlebay doors. Baxter looked on at him with an inquisitive look. "What are you doing?"

Ayala let out a small smirk. "Going to catch a couple of rats lieutenant, and I'm setting up the trap right now." Ayala then nodded at Chakotay. The commander pointed to Baxter to get into a proper attack position and Ayala opened the shuttle bay doors and quickly moved out of the way.

Sure enough, the two Jem'Hadar soldiers took the bait and walked into the shuttle bay with a cautious move about them. They looked around and then to each other. Whatever opened the shuttle bay doors could have been a malfunction. As the two soldiers turned around with their backs facing to the three officers, Chakotay and company came out and fired on the two Jem'Hadar. The two soldiers collapsed and were dead.

"That's two down," Chakotay said as he looked at the two fallen soldiers.

Suddenly Ayala looked back at the shuttlebay entrance as if something had startled him. "Someone's coming."

All three officers moved off to their respective hiding places, awaiting whoever was approaching them. A lone Jem'Hadar soldier walked into the shuttlebay and saw the two dead comrades on the floor. He started to look around as if knowing someone else was in the room with him. But before he could do a search, a phaser beam hit him on the side and he collapsed right next to the other two.

Baxter slowly walked up to the soldier pointing a rifle at him and nudging the Jem'Hadar to see it he was still alive. However, the person was dead.

"Good work Baxter," Chakotay nodded. "That leaves twenty-four Jem'Hadar left on the ship."

"So how are we going to get the rest of them?" Baxter wondered.

"I don't know yet," Chakotay said. He moved back to the shuttlecraft and began using the computer.

"It seems a large number of our people are in brig or deck on decks four and five locked in quarters," Baxter replied. "There seems to be two guards in the brig with several more patrolling the secured decks."

"Great, but how do we get them out of there?" Ayala pondered. But none of them knew how. They would need some sort of plan to get their people out or even a diversion.

Bridge

Janeway had been keeping silent for sometime while Omat'reclan was busy watching Paris guide Voyager to the nearest Dominion facility. The Jem'Hadar first looked at Paris. "This ship runs well."

"Considering all the hell it's been through the last four years," Paris said as he guided his hands around the helm console.

The first stared briefly at Paris for a second before moving away from him. Janeway decided to take this opportunity to speak with him.

"So what went wrong?"

Omat'reclan looked at the captain, trying to figure out what she was doing. "What do you mean exactly?"

"I overheard that you were bred here, in the Alpha Quadrant, but the Vorta and the rest of the Dominion don't think too much of you," Janeway was trying to clarify what she meant.

Omat'reclan grumbled and ignored her. Janeway, however, did not want to give up and decided to be more persistent. "I'm just curious, that's all. Besides, what do you have to lose in telling me this?"

Though Omat'reclan couldn't think of a reason what kind of problem he would have with telling her, he decided to say something. "If you must know, I am an Alpha Quadrant bred Jem'Hadar, and so is the second. However, there are others here on the Voyager that were bred in the Gamma Quadrant who don't trust the Jem'Hadar bred in the Alpha Quadrant, including the third that's down in the engine room." The first sighed and began again. "Ever since some of the Alpha Quadrant bred Jem'Hadar tried to capture the U.S.S. Defiant and failed, the Founders and Vorta took notice of this and have since tried to discount us as equals to the Gamma Quadrant bred Jem'Hadar."

Janeway was puzzled. "But if you were born here in this quadrant, why are you first?"

Omat'reclan replied back to her question. "I have proven time and again that I am competent and can get the job done without screwing it up. However, there are some Gamma's here that are older and have more experience, especially the third. However, the Vorta Eris put me in charge. I have not messed up once."

"But she still doesn't think highly of you?" Janeway continued her questions.

"She used to, before the Defiant incident. But not so much anymore," Omat'reclan answered. But by then, he knew he had told the captain far too much information. "This is all I am telling you Captain Janeway." He finished and moved over to the security station.

With what she overheard, Janeway thought she could try to formulate a plan. She walked over to Tom. "I think I know of a way in getting out of this Tom."

With his interest peaked, Tom raised his right eyebrow at the captain and looked at her. "How?"

"There's a bit of distrust among the Jem'Hadar here on the ship," Janeway explained.

"I overheard that part," Tom responded.

"Good, because I think we can use that to our advantage," Janeway had an idea forming. A smirk grew on the captain as she looked at her helm officer. "Mr. Paris, how would you like a little stroll down engineering?"

"What are you up to ma'am?" Tom was trying to get the reasoning as to why she wanted him to go down to the engine room.

"The third Jem'Hadar down in engineering was born in the Gamma Quadrant. If you could somehow tell him the first and second are planning a mutiny, then he and the rest of the Gamma Quadrant born troops might just take the Alpha Quadrant bred Jem'Hadar out. That can buy us some time in getting the ship back."

Paris liked the idea. It was risky, but it was a good idea the captain had come up with. "Alright, I'll do it."

Paris got up from his chair and walked over to Omat'reclan. "Excuse me sir, but can I have a word with you?"

Omat'reclan didn't want to listen to what Paris had to say, but convinced himself to do so otherwise. "Proceed."

"I was just looking at my helm console and was thinking I might be a good asset if I went down to engineering to get more warp power in the engines. If I did that then I can get you closer to the nearest Dominion base," Paris was hoping the first would take the cheese.

After a few moments Omat'reclan had agreed to Paris's wishes. He told one of the guards to take Tom down to the engine room so he could try to get more warp power in the engines. As Tom got in the turbolift, he and Janeway connected with a smile before the doors to the lift closed.

Main Engineering

Though Tom wanted to make small talk just to irritate the hell out of the guard that took him down to the engine room, he decided to not press his luck. Both men entered the engine room and made their way to third Re'trolix.

"What are you doing here?" Re'trolix looked at Paris annoyed.

"The first wanted me to come down here to give him some more power for the engines," Paris replied. "He wanted the ship to go faster in order to get to the Dominion base we're approaching."

Re'trolix was suspicious of Paris. He wasn't sure if the man was trying to mess with him or if the first was trying to do something that could go against the wishes of the Vorta. "Exactly what do you mean?"

Tom explained. "The first wants this ship to go faster because he's trying to get to the nearest Dominion outpost. Something about mutiny against the Vorta and the Founders because of some incident that happened on the starship Defiant sometime back, or so I overheard."

"What!" The third was ticked off completely. "He can not do this at all. No Jem'Hadar soldier can deviate from their mission. To do so would cause a serious breach in conduct and the first would die for treason."

Paris was going to play another hand in getting Re'trolix even more upset. "You know its two bad the Vorta isn't here to be in charge and keep things in check. He's the first and is taking things into his own hand."

Although it seemed like the third Jem'Hadar wasn't paying attention at Paris by staring his attention somewhere else, he actually was hearing every word the helmsman was saying.

"If only he wasn't the first, then he could be taught a lesson," Paris concluded his little rant.

Re'trolix was furious with anger. He looked at Pairs. "This is what happens when those idiotic Alpha Quadrant bred Jem'Hadar are placed in command instead of Gamma Quadrant bred Jem'Hadar. We would never betray the will of the Founders or even the Vorta."

"According to him, he doesn't care about them anymore and seems to be determined to bring other Alpha Quadrant bred Jem'Hadar soldiers under his command so he can create a new Dominion, or a similar version of it," Paris knew his last statement would cause the third to start a riot against the first.

"Idiot!" Re'trolix threw his rifle against one of the computer consoles and smashed it. One of the guards walked up to the third and wondered what was going on.

"Sir?" The guard looked at his superior.

"It seems that our leader wants to makeup for the problem involving the Jem'Hadar blunder on the Defiant several months ago," the third answered.

The guard was shocked. "He can not allow to take matters in his own hands! To do so would be a direct violation from our gods."

"The first doesn't agree with out logic," Re'trolix replied. "It seems the Alpha bred Jem'Hadar need some more discipline in them. A problem the Vorta never corrected."

"Then perhaps we need to be the ones to correct their mistake," the guard made an interesting suggestion.

Re'trolix knew what his next course of action was going to be. "I'm going up to the bridge to have a talk with our leader. If I'm not back within fifteen minutes, then I have failed and you and the rest of the Gammas need to take command away from the first."

The guard looked a little concerned about his superior's plan. "But what if the other Alphas try to stop us from taking over?"

"Then kill them."

Re'trolix left engineering and headed to the bridge to confront Omat'reclan.