The End - By MrMeyham
I really don't want to put a disclaimer up here, but I guess I have to, so here goes. I don't own Voyager. I do, however, claim possession of Watosezu and the Poklar race. Any resemblance he and his race may bear to anything in real life is merely and unintentionally coincidental. I also take the rights to the Stradalians who are also nothing more than figments of my imagination.
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He was sitting back in his chair, with his feet on his desk reading a PADD with his report for the captain. He thought to himself that there was nothing really unusual going on. After all, it was only someone with superior weapons bent on destroying them. Nothing unusual.
"Medical emergency, doctor to the bridge." It was none other than Tuvok's voice that brought the doctor back to reality. He sighed to himself, picked up his mobile holo-emitter and a med kit, and then replied that he was on his way.
Although it only took him a minute to get from sickbay to the bridge, it was obvious to him that he was too late. There were bodies strewn everywhere, EPS conduits throwing sparks everywhere, and a boarding party of aliens walking around the bridge. He realized that he hadn't been seen yet, so he jumped behind a fallen pipe, sending subroutines through his brain wondering what he should do next.
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Janeway groaned as she opened her eyes slowly, only to see an unfamiliar face pointing a gun at her.
"Get up," it said in a cold monotone voice.
Seeing that she really didn't have any other options, she rose slowly to her feet, everything screaming in pain. "What are you doing on my ship?"
"I'll be asking the questions here," the being said.
"Alright. I will answer your questions if you tell me who you are first."
"I told you, I'm asking the questions."
"I didn't ask a question. I made a statement."
"My name is of no concern to you. This ship is mine now, and that is all that counts."
"Sorry, but I don't recall giving it to you." Janeway knew that as a last resort she could tell the ship to self-destruct, but saw the doctor hiding behind a pipe and tried to formulate a plan to get them out of this mess.
"Such resistance. It is a pity that we did not meet on better terms." The alien said. "Take her to their brig with the rest of their crew." Thinking he was now alone and with nothing left standing in his way, he let out a dark laugh.
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The doctor watched as his captain was dragged off the bridge and into the other turbo lift. He knew that there was nothing left that he could do. He had no control over anything that would help him take back the ship. Nothing except.
"Computer. Activate the Emergency Command Hologram," he whispered. His uniform quickly phased into a red one similar to the captain as extra pips appeared on his collar.
"What is the meaning of this?" He inquired as he stood up from his hiding spot.
"Who are you?" Said the lone alien raising his weapon.
Normally, the chickenhearted doctor would have cowered and downright ran at the weapon pointed at him, but his subroutines for fear were not included in this version of his programming. "I am the Emergency Command Hologram of this ship, and you are on my bridge."
"This is my bridge now, and I do believe that there is nothing you can do about it seeing that I have this weapon and you don't."
"Oh but I do. I have complete control over everything on this ship."
"Like?"
"Like this. Computer, activate a level five force field around this alien."
Nothing happened. The alien took two steps to his left while still aiming at the hologram in front of him.
"Yes, I'm sure you have complete control over everything," the alien said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "But as you can see, I still have an extreme upper hand here."
"Maybe you do, maybe I do."
"Ha! You have nothing. I should have destroyed you long ago."
"Well you didn't, and I know that you won't be disposing of me either."
"And why is that?"
"Because, your ship is gone, and this one is in no condition to move anywhere."
"My ship is not gone, it is sitting right next to this one."
"No it isn't. As my programming is linked to the main computer of this ship, I send a command to fire my special photonic cannon at your ship. I am sorry to say, there is no longer any trace of your ship in this reality."
"That cannot be."
"Oh but it is, just like I just gave an order for the computer to transport you and all of your men to where your ship used to be."
"Curse you!" the alien yelled as he dematerialized from the bridge."
The comm. beeped at the hologram standing on the bridge. "Doctor," it was Janeway.
"Yes?"
"Doctor"
"Yes?"
"Doctor"
"Yes?"
The doctor was jarred back to attention by the captain at his shoulder.
"You were daydreaming again," she said.
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"I'm sorry captain. How may I help you?" The now rather alert doctor said.
"Just look around you," she said waving her arm to point at the medical beds with patients on them.
"What happened? Another attack?" He replied, suddenly realizing his patients weren't part of the Voyager crew.
"No, as you've probably realized, they're none of ours. While we were stopped for a few major repairs, our sensors picked up a distress beacon that was moving in our direction. Within a few minutes, someone began hailing us, and then we found them."
"Alright, well, this one is in no immediate danger of dying, and neither is this one," said that doctor as he translated the data on his medical tri- coder for Janeway. "Who are they by the way?"
Janeway was quick to respond. "Their leader says they have been having the same problem as us. An enormous ship attacking unprovoked with weapons that render their shields useless."
"I'm going to assume that if he talked to you, he is alive and well then?
"Yes, he is talking with Tuvok and Seven right now."
"Alright, well, if that is all you need, I'll be asking you to leave now. I have patients to tend to."
"Yes sir," Janeway chuckled as she left. It was always a good idea to try to keep the crew in good spirits, even the ones that were holographic. And after all, it was his sickbay.
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At the briefing room table, there sat Tuvok, Seven of Nine, and the leader of the group they had picked up were conversing.
"I am Watosezu, commander of the Poklar ship now docked with yours, and I am grateful for your assistance," the grateful alien told two others in the room with him. "I can only give you my ship and my crew's help in you fight against the Stradalians."
Tuvok replied, "You have already given us information of use to us. Before the Stradalians were nothing more than a Borg designation to us. We demand that you help us, but can only ask."
"I thank you again. On a more serious note, how is my crew?"
"They are in our sickbay in the care of our doctor."
"Sir, I do believe that we still need to discuss our situation on the Stradalians," interposed Seven.
"Yes we do," replied Tuvok. "Watosezu, is there anything you can tell us about the Stradalians?"
"Well, I know a few things. First, they like to stay cloaked until right before they start attacking. Second, their weapons are highly advanced and don't even phase our shields, just our hull. Last, our weapons don't do anything to their ship."
Just then, the doors hissed open and Janeway walked in. Everyone stood, including Watosezu.
"Captain Janeway," Watosezu broke the silence first, "I thank you for the hospitality you have shown my crew and myself."
"You're welcome," replied Janeway as she observed the being. He was a humanoid, roughly as tall as Tuvok. In place of skin, he was covered in dark green scales. His face was definitely humanoid with a recessed forehead and black hair. Most striking were his yellow eyes.
"If there is anything I can do to help you, name it and I will see what can be done."
"You don't need to trouble yourselves, we're simply explorers trying to get back home in one piece. Tuvok, you said earlier that we had a spy somewhere on board."
"That is correct captain," said the tactical officer.
"Alright, well, do we have any developments in that story?"
"Yes, Seven and I figured out who it was, but the traitor is dead, he perished in one of the attacks."
"Oh? Well who was it?"
"It was."was as far as Tuvok got as suddenly the lights in the room dimmed and red lights began flashing. Chakotay's voice came over the comm. ordering everyone to battle stations.
A short walk later, doors to the bridge hissed open and in ran Janeway asking what the hell was going on, even though she knew the answer. Behind her, Tuvok walked calmly over to ops and relieved the ensign at the console Watosezu meanwhile half walked, half fell towards the railing behind the captain's chair.
"It's them again," Kim reported.
"Shields are holding stable at 90%" came Tuvok's voice.
"Fire all phasers on a rotating frequency," ordered Janeway.
"Direct hit to their shields. Theirs are holding up well," said Tuvok in a tone that Janeway found unnervingly calm.
"All right then, keep firing!" yelled Janeway as Voyager rocked from a large volley of enemy torpedoes.
"Captain, port shields are down, forward shields are down to 22 percent," Tuvok said.
More torpedoes came flying at the hole in the shields and impacted an already abused hull. One which no longer would accept damage as it once did. And it showed too. All the impacts would have normally blown little holes in the hull, now it was being blown off in chunks; chunks which Janeway hoped were unoccupied.
"Hull breaches on decks two and four, port nacelle is venting plasma, the forward phaser banks have been obliterated," continued Tuvok.
"Turn us to port, show them our broadside, fire torpedoes at their primary weapons, full spread," barked the captain, by now obviously angry.
Four torpedoes made their way towards the Stradalian ship, having their desired effect. The bridge crew watched the view screen as the blue shields around the enemy ship flared and disappeared where the torpedoes impacted.
At first, no one really saw it. It was later described by the crew as a black bubble moving through space. At the time, all the crew knew was that something big had thrown Voyager and that all of the consoles in the ship began flashing. In sickbay, the doctor watched himself phase out of existence. Outside Voyager, all of the lights flickered once, then went out completely.
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Ah yes. I know, it took me a very long time, several months, to take the initiative to write something again. My primary reason is that I had no ideas, and that school began and that took precedence over everything else. Anyway, at least I bothered, and I will write more often (hopefully).
I really don't want to put a disclaimer up here, but I guess I have to, so here goes. I don't own Voyager. I do, however, claim possession of Watosezu and the Poklar race. Any resemblance he and his race may bear to anything in real life is merely and unintentionally coincidental. I also take the rights to the Stradalians who are also nothing more than figments of my imagination.
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He was sitting back in his chair, with his feet on his desk reading a PADD with his report for the captain. He thought to himself that there was nothing really unusual going on. After all, it was only someone with superior weapons bent on destroying them. Nothing unusual.
"Medical emergency, doctor to the bridge." It was none other than Tuvok's voice that brought the doctor back to reality. He sighed to himself, picked up his mobile holo-emitter and a med kit, and then replied that he was on his way.
Although it only took him a minute to get from sickbay to the bridge, it was obvious to him that he was too late. There were bodies strewn everywhere, EPS conduits throwing sparks everywhere, and a boarding party of aliens walking around the bridge. He realized that he hadn't been seen yet, so he jumped behind a fallen pipe, sending subroutines through his brain wondering what he should do next.
**********
Janeway groaned as she opened her eyes slowly, only to see an unfamiliar face pointing a gun at her.
"Get up," it said in a cold monotone voice.
Seeing that she really didn't have any other options, she rose slowly to her feet, everything screaming in pain. "What are you doing on my ship?"
"I'll be asking the questions here," the being said.
"Alright. I will answer your questions if you tell me who you are first."
"I told you, I'm asking the questions."
"I didn't ask a question. I made a statement."
"My name is of no concern to you. This ship is mine now, and that is all that counts."
"Sorry, but I don't recall giving it to you." Janeway knew that as a last resort she could tell the ship to self-destruct, but saw the doctor hiding behind a pipe and tried to formulate a plan to get them out of this mess.
"Such resistance. It is a pity that we did not meet on better terms." The alien said. "Take her to their brig with the rest of their crew." Thinking he was now alone and with nothing left standing in his way, he let out a dark laugh.
**********
The doctor watched as his captain was dragged off the bridge and into the other turbo lift. He knew that there was nothing left that he could do. He had no control over anything that would help him take back the ship. Nothing except.
"Computer. Activate the Emergency Command Hologram," he whispered. His uniform quickly phased into a red one similar to the captain as extra pips appeared on his collar.
"What is the meaning of this?" He inquired as he stood up from his hiding spot.
"Who are you?" Said the lone alien raising his weapon.
Normally, the chickenhearted doctor would have cowered and downright ran at the weapon pointed at him, but his subroutines for fear were not included in this version of his programming. "I am the Emergency Command Hologram of this ship, and you are on my bridge."
"This is my bridge now, and I do believe that there is nothing you can do about it seeing that I have this weapon and you don't."
"Oh but I do. I have complete control over everything on this ship."
"Like?"
"Like this. Computer, activate a level five force field around this alien."
Nothing happened. The alien took two steps to his left while still aiming at the hologram in front of him.
"Yes, I'm sure you have complete control over everything," the alien said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "But as you can see, I still have an extreme upper hand here."
"Maybe you do, maybe I do."
"Ha! You have nothing. I should have destroyed you long ago."
"Well you didn't, and I know that you won't be disposing of me either."
"And why is that?"
"Because, your ship is gone, and this one is in no condition to move anywhere."
"My ship is not gone, it is sitting right next to this one."
"No it isn't. As my programming is linked to the main computer of this ship, I send a command to fire my special photonic cannon at your ship. I am sorry to say, there is no longer any trace of your ship in this reality."
"That cannot be."
"Oh but it is, just like I just gave an order for the computer to transport you and all of your men to where your ship used to be."
"Curse you!" the alien yelled as he dematerialized from the bridge."
The comm. beeped at the hologram standing on the bridge. "Doctor," it was Janeway.
"Yes?"
"Doctor"
"Yes?"
"Doctor"
"Yes?"
The doctor was jarred back to attention by the captain at his shoulder.
"You were daydreaming again," she said.
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"I'm sorry captain. How may I help you?" The now rather alert doctor said.
"Just look around you," she said waving her arm to point at the medical beds with patients on them.
"What happened? Another attack?" He replied, suddenly realizing his patients weren't part of the Voyager crew.
"No, as you've probably realized, they're none of ours. While we were stopped for a few major repairs, our sensors picked up a distress beacon that was moving in our direction. Within a few minutes, someone began hailing us, and then we found them."
"Alright, well, this one is in no immediate danger of dying, and neither is this one," said that doctor as he translated the data on his medical tri- coder for Janeway. "Who are they by the way?"
Janeway was quick to respond. "Their leader says they have been having the same problem as us. An enormous ship attacking unprovoked with weapons that render their shields useless."
"I'm going to assume that if he talked to you, he is alive and well then?
"Yes, he is talking with Tuvok and Seven right now."
"Alright, well, if that is all you need, I'll be asking you to leave now. I have patients to tend to."
"Yes sir," Janeway chuckled as she left. It was always a good idea to try to keep the crew in good spirits, even the ones that were holographic. And after all, it was his sickbay.
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At the briefing room table, there sat Tuvok, Seven of Nine, and the leader of the group they had picked up were conversing.
"I am Watosezu, commander of the Poklar ship now docked with yours, and I am grateful for your assistance," the grateful alien told two others in the room with him. "I can only give you my ship and my crew's help in you fight against the Stradalians."
Tuvok replied, "You have already given us information of use to us. Before the Stradalians were nothing more than a Borg designation to us. We demand that you help us, but can only ask."
"I thank you again. On a more serious note, how is my crew?"
"They are in our sickbay in the care of our doctor."
"Sir, I do believe that we still need to discuss our situation on the Stradalians," interposed Seven.
"Yes we do," replied Tuvok. "Watosezu, is there anything you can tell us about the Stradalians?"
"Well, I know a few things. First, they like to stay cloaked until right before they start attacking. Second, their weapons are highly advanced and don't even phase our shields, just our hull. Last, our weapons don't do anything to their ship."
Just then, the doors hissed open and Janeway walked in. Everyone stood, including Watosezu.
"Captain Janeway," Watosezu broke the silence first, "I thank you for the hospitality you have shown my crew and myself."
"You're welcome," replied Janeway as she observed the being. He was a humanoid, roughly as tall as Tuvok. In place of skin, he was covered in dark green scales. His face was definitely humanoid with a recessed forehead and black hair. Most striking were his yellow eyes.
"If there is anything I can do to help you, name it and I will see what can be done."
"You don't need to trouble yourselves, we're simply explorers trying to get back home in one piece. Tuvok, you said earlier that we had a spy somewhere on board."
"That is correct captain," said the tactical officer.
"Alright, well, do we have any developments in that story?"
"Yes, Seven and I figured out who it was, but the traitor is dead, he perished in one of the attacks."
"Oh? Well who was it?"
"It was."was as far as Tuvok got as suddenly the lights in the room dimmed and red lights began flashing. Chakotay's voice came over the comm. ordering everyone to battle stations.
A short walk later, doors to the bridge hissed open and in ran Janeway asking what the hell was going on, even though she knew the answer. Behind her, Tuvok walked calmly over to ops and relieved the ensign at the console Watosezu meanwhile half walked, half fell towards the railing behind the captain's chair.
"It's them again," Kim reported.
"Shields are holding stable at 90%" came Tuvok's voice.
"Fire all phasers on a rotating frequency," ordered Janeway.
"Direct hit to their shields. Theirs are holding up well," said Tuvok in a tone that Janeway found unnervingly calm.
"All right then, keep firing!" yelled Janeway as Voyager rocked from a large volley of enemy torpedoes.
"Captain, port shields are down, forward shields are down to 22 percent," Tuvok said.
More torpedoes came flying at the hole in the shields and impacted an already abused hull. One which no longer would accept damage as it once did. And it showed too. All the impacts would have normally blown little holes in the hull, now it was being blown off in chunks; chunks which Janeway hoped were unoccupied.
"Hull breaches on decks two and four, port nacelle is venting plasma, the forward phaser banks have been obliterated," continued Tuvok.
"Turn us to port, show them our broadside, fire torpedoes at their primary weapons, full spread," barked the captain, by now obviously angry.
Four torpedoes made their way towards the Stradalian ship, having their desired effect. The bridge crew watched the view screen as the blue shields around the enemy ship flared and disappeared where the torpedoes impacted.
At first, no one really saw it. It was later described by the crew as a black bubble moving through space. At the time, all the crew knew was that something big had thrown Voyager and that all of the consoles in the ship began flashing. In sickbay, the doctor watched himself phase out of existence. Outside Voyager, all of the lights flickered once, then went out completely.
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Ah yes. I know, it took me a very long time, several months, to take the initiative to write something again. My primary reason is that I had no ideas, and that school began and that took precedence over everything else. Anyway, at least I bothered, and I will write more often (hopefully).