"I Think I'll Keep You"
Seven of Nine:
Seven struggled to keep her eyes open as Chakotay was yelling towards her. The pain was starting to fade, and everything was going gray. She was trying to tell Chakotay that everything was fine, and that she loved him, but the words just wouldn't come out. She tried to hang on, as she was transported to Sickbay, but the light seemed so comforting, so easy.
"I'm sorry Chakotay, there's nothing I can do. I love you." She thought, as she drifted off to her eternal sleep.
Praetor:
Admiral Janeway pounded the helm controls furiously, trying to out-maneuver the shuttlecraft, but it was impossible. If the pilot was who LaForge thought then they would not be able to win. The Enterprise shook again, and again. A console blew out in a shower of sparks and metal fragments. A fire started, and Janeway quickly slapped her comm badge. "Repair teams to the bridge!" Another torpedo hit and Janeway was thrown from her chair.
Worf yelled from tactical. "Admiral! That last torpedo went right threw our shields!"
"How?!" came the response from the Admiral, who was scrambling to get back in her chair.
"It appears he has matched his weapon frequencies with our shield frequency!"
Tuvok interrupted Worf. "Admiral, we will be no help to Captain Picard or the doctor if we are dead! I suggest we retreat, and repair the damage!"
The Admiral looked around the bridge. A portion of the roof had caved in, and there was a hole where once a console stood. Debris lay everywhere as officers struggled to put out fires. Janeway looked back towards the screen, suddenly sad. The little shuttle was bouncing this way and that. Her sad expression suddenly turned into one of thought. She had an idea!
"Mr. Tuvok, prepare a spread of quantum torpedoes!"
Tuvok looked up in surprise. "Admiral I do not-"
"That's an order Tuvok!" came the response.
"Aye Admiral!" The ship veered sharply to the left as another barrage of torpedoes smashed into the hull.
Admiral Janeway pounded the controls. "Damn it! Helm controls are offline!" She stood and went to the command chair. "Mr. Tuvok! Since we can't hit the shuttle, we'll use old fashion depth charges. Once in close proximity to the shuttle, detonate them. We should be able to disable the shuttle!"
Tuvok was skeptical. "Admiral, the chances of this working are one in..."
"I didn't ask what the chances were Commander, now do it!"
"Aye Admiral, ready to fire on your command."
On the view screen, the shuttle came around for another pass.
"He's targeting our weapons!" Harry yelled from Ops.
"Fire!" Janeway ordered, as she stood and walked towards the screen.
The ship shook again as the shuttle fired upon it. Tuvok detonated the charges, which exploded in a blaze of blue all around the shuttle.
"Report!" Admiral Janeway ordered.
"Weapons and engines are offline. Shields are at 70%, and there is major damage to the outer hull. Emergency forcefield holding."
"What about the shuttle?" Janeway asked, hoping for the best.
"Completely disabled captain."
Small cheers could be heard from around the bridge and a smile entered Janeway's face. She stood and faced Tuvok. "And you wanted to run away."
"It was the logical course of action given our circumstances."
"It's ok Tuvok." Her smile turned to a smirk. "I think I'll keep you."
Seven of Nine:
Seven struggled to keep her eyes open as Chakotay was yelling towards her. The pain was starting to fade, and everything was going gray. She was trying to tell Chakotay that everything was fine, and that she loved him, but the words just wouldn't come out. She tried to hang on, as she was transported to Sickbay, but the light seemed so comforting, so easy.
"I'm sorry Chakotay, there's nothing I can do. I love you." She thought, as she drifted off to her eternal sleep.
Praetor:
Admiral Janeway pounded the helm controls furiously, trying to out-maneuver the shuttlecraft, but it was impossible. If the pilot was who LaForge thought then they would not be able to win. The Enterprise shook again, and again. A console blew out in a shower of sparks and metal fragments. A fire started, and Janeway quickly slapped her comm badge. "Repair teams to the bridge!" Another torpedo hit and Janeway was thrown from her chair.
Worf yelled from tactical. "Admiral! That last torpedo went right threw our shields!"
"How?!" came the response from the Admiral, who was scrambling to get back in her chair.
"It appears he has matched his weapon frequencies with our shield frequency!"
Tuvok interrupted Worf. "Admiral, we will be no help to Captain Picard or the doctor if we are dead! I suggest we retreat, and repair the damage!"
The Admiral looked around the bridge. A portion of the roof had caved in, and there was a hole where once a console stood. Debris lay everywhere as officers struggled to put out fires. Janeway looked back towards the screen, suddenly sad. The little shuttle was bouncing this way and that. Her sad expression suddenly turned into one of thought. She had an idea!
"Mr. Tuvok, prepare a spread of quantum torpedoes!"
Tuvok looked up in surprise. "Admiral I do not-"
"That's an order Tuvok!" came the response.
"Aye Admiral!" The ship veered sharply to the left as another barrage of torpedoes smashed into the hull.
Admiral Janeway pounded the controls. "Damn it! Helm controls are offline!" She stood and went to the command chair. "Mr. Tuvok! Since we can't hit the shuttle, we'll use old fashion depth charges. Once in close proximity to the shuttle, detonate them. We should be able to disable the shuttle!"
Tuvok was skeptical. "Admiral, the chances of this working are one in..."
"I didn't ask what the chances were Commander, now do it!"
"Aye Admiral, ready to fire on your command."
On the view screen, the shuttle came around for another pass.
"He's targeting our weapons!" Harry yelled from Ops.
"Fire!" Janeway ordered, as she stood and walked towards the screen.
The ship shook again as the shuttle fired upon it. Tuvok detonated the charges, which exploded in a blaze of blue all around the shuttle.
"Report!" Admiral Janeway ordered.
"Weapons and engines are offline. Shields are at 70%, and there is major damage to the outer hull. Emergency forcefield holding."
"What about the shuttle?" Janeway asked, hoping for the best.
"Completely disabled captain."
Small cheers could be heard from around the bridge and a smile entered Janeway's face. She stood and faced Tuvok. "And you wanted to run away."
"It was the logical course of action given our circumstances."
"It's ok Tuvok." Her smile turned to a smirk. "I think I'll keep you."