Chapter Three - "Revelation"
"Captain. The Kazon vessel is holding our flank. She's.damn! The sensors have been
damaged. I'm getting intermittent readings." Harry crouched down at the base of his
station to open an access panel.
"See what you can do to get them back on line." Captain Janeway struggled back into her chair. Her head ached from the gash across her temple.
"Kathryn, you're hurt!" Chakotay rushed to her and placed his hand on the wound to apply pressure.
"We've all been hurt. Janeway to the Doctor." There was no response. "Janeway to sickbay. Is there anyone there?" There was no reply for a long moment.
"Captain. Neelix here. The Doctor must be off line. I'm doing what I can. There are wounded coming in from the lower decks. I'm sorry but I need help here."
Janeway looked at Tom and considered for a moment. "Neelix, hold on, we'll get someone down there as soon as we can."
Chakotay left Janeway long enough to find a medkit and returned. "Kathryn, hold still till I close this wound."
Janeway began to protest but then allowed Chakotay to help her. "Alright. Tom, keep us moving. Where the hell is that ship?" Janeway paused to scan the main viewer and then the bridge. "Why haven't they fired again?"
Tuvok had been unusually quiet during the attack. He stood at his station after regaining his feet and tried to assist in rerouting vital ships functions along undamaged conduit. He struggled to remain focused on the emergency but the voice in his head was too powerful. He thought it was illogical to believe what the voice was telling him. Everything he knew about the facts of the situation were in conflict with what was being telepathically transmitted. "Captain?" Janeway turned to Tuvok. He thought how powerful she seemed in the face of such adversity and with blood trailing down the side of her face. She deserved his loyalty and friendship. It was logical. "I am in telepathic contact with the entity I perceive as Vulcan in origin. The contact is not altogether secure but I am able to understand certain impressions from him." Tuvok studied Janeway for a moment to evaluate how much information he should reveal. "I believe he is someone I have had contact with before. I do not know his identity as yet."
The Captain looked deeply into Tuvok's eyes. "Please try to stay in contact with him. We may get some answers to all of this before its too late."
Mr. Kim stood and began tapping commands. As he worked he happened to glimpse the viewer. "Captain. The anomaly is gone!"
Spock climbed to his feet and dropped heavily into his chair. The bridge remained dark for a moment before the emergency lights activated. Captain Kirk slowly rose to his feet and walked back to his seat. The rest of the crew struggled to their stations and began to evaluate the damage. "Kirk to engineering. Scotty, what's happening down there?"
A moment passed before Mr. Scott made his way to the intercom. "Sir, the aft shields dropped after the phaser blast we took. Twas' only a glancin' blow, but we were only up to forty-three percent power at the time. When we launched our torpedoes we had very little protection from the concussion wave. The warp engines are out but you should have main power in a few minutes."
Kirk stopped to rub his face in frustration. "Do what you can Scotty."
Sulu turned to help Mr. Checkov back to his station. "Sir. Sensors show the Klingons are moving off. It looks like we're both hurt. If we hadn't moved when we did, they'd have blasted us head on."
Captain Kirk shook his head. "Mr. Sulu, move us off but stay within phaser range."
A moment later Spock appeared next to him. "Sir. I have been attempting to telepathically contact the Vulcan aboard the Klingon vessel. I am not personally familiar with him and I do not yet know his identity, however I believe I have successfully established a link that may prove useful in the resolving our predicament."
Kirk sat wondering how so much could happen in such a short time. "Spock. Do you know why a Vulcan would be aboard a Klingon vessel?"
Spock did not hesitate to answer but he did sound unsure of his facts. "What I have learned thus far is not logical. I have been told that we are Kazon and that this is a Kazon battle cruiser. I do not know who or what a Kazon is, but I will consult the computer for assistance."
Kirk plainly looked puzzled. "Kazon? That figures. I shouldn't be surprised by anything."
"Captain." Seven had hardly stepped off the turbolift before speaking; she rushed straight to Captain Janeway and confronted her. "Why are you engaged in conflict with that vessel?" She continued before anyone could reply. "Are you aware that you have fired on a Federation Starship. Her name and registry is clearly marked on her hull, NCC-1701 U.S.S. Enterprise."
Janeway stood frozen, her face locked in amazement. "Seven, that's impossible. You have to be mistaken!"
Harry instantly re checked his readings. "I can't find anything wrong with the sensors that would mislead us."
Tuvok closed his eyes and bowed his head. We have received a transmission from her captain. He had identified himself as James T. Kirk. I see it now."
Chakotay turned to Tuvok. "How is this possible?" Tuvok opened his eyes and raised his head. "I have been in contact with he who will become Ambassador Spock."
"Captain. The Kazon vessel is holding our flank. She's.damn! The sensors have been
damaged. I'm getting intermittent readings." Harry crouched down at the base of his
station to open an access panel.
"See what you can do to get them back on line." Captain Janeway struggled back into her chair. Her head ached from the gash across her temple.
"Kathryn, you're hurt!" Chakotay rushed to her and placed his hand on the wound to apply pressure.
"We've all been hurt. Janeway to the Doctor." There was no response. "Janeway to sickbay. Is there anyone there?" There was no reply for a long moment.
"Captain. Neelix here. The Doctor must be off line. I'm doing what I can. There are wounded coming in from the lower decks. I'm sorry but I need help here."
Janeway looked at Tom and considered for a moment. "Neelix, hold on, we'll get someone down there as soon as we can."
Chakotay left Janeway long enough to find a medkit and returned. "Kathryn, hold still till I close this wound."
Janeway began to protest but then allowed Chakotay to help her. "Alright. Tom, keep us moving. Where the hell is that ship?" Janeway paused to scan the main viewer and then the bridge. "Why haven't they fired again?"
Tuvok had been unusually quiet during the attack. He stood at his station after regaining his feet and tried to assist in rerouting vital ships functions along undamaged conduit. He struggled to remain focused on the emergency but the voice in his head was too powerful. He thought it was illogical to believe what the voice was telling him. Everything he knew about the facts of the situation were in conflict with what was being telepathically transmitted. "Captain?" Janeway turned to Tuvok. He thought how powerful she seemed in the face of such adversity and with blood trailing down the side of her face. She deserved his loyalty and friendship. It was logical. "I am in telepathic contact with the entity I perceive as Vulcan in origin. The contact is not altogether secure but I am able to understand certain impressions from him." Tuvok studied Janeway for a moment to evaluate how much information he should reveal. "I believe he is someone I have had contact with before. I do not know his identity as yet."
The Captain looked deeply into Tuvok's eyes. "Please try to stay in contact with him. We may get some answers to all of this before its too late."
Mr. Kim stood and began tapping commands. As he worked he happened to glimpse the viewer. "Captain. The anomaly is gone!"
Spock climbed to his feet and dropped heavily into his chair. The bridge remained dark for a moment before the emergency lights activated. Captain Kirk slowly rose to his feet and walked back to his seat. The rest of the crew struggled to their stations and began to evaluate the damage. "Kirk to engineering. Scotty, what's happening down there?"
A moment passed before Mr. Scott made his way to the intercom. "Sir, the aft shields dropped after the phaser blast we took. Twas' only a glancin' blow, but we were only up to forty-three percent power at the time. When we launched our torpedoes we had very little protection from the concussion wave. The warp engines are out but you should have main power in a few minutes."
Kirk stopped to rub his face in frustration. "Do what you can Scotty."
Sulu turned to help Mr. Checkov back to his station. "Sir. Sensors show the Klingons are moving off. It looks like we're both hurt. If we hadn't moved when we did, they'd have blasted us head on."
Captain Kirk shook his head. "Mr. Sulu, move us off but stay within phaser range."
A moment later Spock appeared next to him. "Sir. I have been attempting to telepathically contact the Vulcan aboard the Klingon vessel. I am not personally familiar with him and I do not yet know his identity, however I believe I have successfully established a link that may prove useful in the resolving our predicament."
Kirk sat wondering how so much could happen in such a short time. "Spock. Do you know why a Vulcan would be aboard a Klingon vessel?"
Spock did not hesitate to answer but he did sound unsure of his facts. "What I have learned thus far is not logical. I have been told that we are Kazon and that this is a Kazon battle cruiser. I do not know who or what a Kazon is, but I will consult the computer for assistance."
Kirk plainly looked puzzled. "Kazon? That figures. I shouldn't be surprised by anything."
"Captain." Seven had hardly stepped off the turbolift before speaking; she rushed straight to Captain Janeway and confronted her. "Why are you engaged in conflict with that vessel?" She continued before anyone could reply. "Are you aware that you have fired on a Federation Starship. Her name and registry is clearly marked on her hull, NCC-1701 U.S.S. Enterprise."
Janeway stood frozen, her face locked in amazement. "Seven, that's impossible. You have to be mistaken!"
Harry instantly re checked his readings. "I can't find anything wrong with the sensors that would mislead us."
Tuvok closed his eyes and bowed his head. We have received a transmission from her captain. He had identified himself as James T. Kirk. I see it now."
Chakotay turned to Tuvok. "How is this possible?" Tuvok opened his eyes and raised his head. "I have been in contact with he who will become Ambassador Spock."