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A/N; I should have probably involved more excitement and actual story but I like seeing the crew happy. So here you are. Enjoy! This story doesn't exactly follow canon. To make it easier for me Mirel Torres/Paris can talk. And on another note the Chakotay/ seven thing made me wanna hurl so I fixed that. This is a J/C fiction but give it a chance to get going. In general the story starts in end game, when they enter the conduit the ship goes down the corridor back to the delta quadrant and back to a nebula crawling with Borg.

"The Borg transwarp conduit has destabilised our shield and weapon systems; shields down to 11%, all weapons arrays are offline. Environmental controls are down and life support barely functioning. There are hull breeches on decks 4, 9 and 12; there are 15 micro fractures along our starboard hull. Minimal casualties have been reported." Tuvok's calm voice broke through the chaos of the bridge mid-battle.

"Get force fields over the breeches and seal the fractures. Get teams working on keeping life support up and running. Tom, what have we got in way of propulsion?" a haggard, dishevelled Captain Kathryn Janeway barked out orders in an exhausted voice, as she grasped at the hope of an escape route.

"Warp is offline, impulse down too. The best I can give you is thrusters and even they are sluggish to the controls!" he told her as he battled with the helm controls.

"Harry?" the Captain now directed her question at the young ensign.

"Sorry Captain, no planetoids for at least another 1.2 light-years, no nebulas on sensors. I've got nothing!" He exclaimed, not enjoying feeling helpless.

Kathryn Janeway thought for a second, taking in the bad news and finally cried above the noise, "Keep trying to get shields and propulsion online!" she tightened her death grip on the arms of her chair, making her knuckles go white.

"We are the Borg, you will be assimilated. Resistance is futile!" The booming voice that represented the Borg reverberated round the bridge.

"Harry, hail them." The Captain knew trying to reason with the Borg was the futile task, but it beat waiting to be assimilated.

"This is the Star Ship Voyager, we do not pose a threat to you, please break off your attack!"

The words barely left her lips before she was violently thrown to the floor from a heavy blow to her back. A huge, metal ceiling beam had caught her back and was now balanced precariously on the barrier separating the lower and upper bridge. As her knees buckled beneath her, the ship was once again pummelled by phaser blasts causing more beams to fall and more consoles to explode. Kathryn had barely hit the floor before a beam fell form above landing on her fragile frame and crushing her.

A/N; short I know, please review and tell me whether this story is worth carrying on.