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Trek.

Resurrection
Chapter 9

Tuvok nearly sighed, but then checked the reaction. It was saying a great deal for Klantio
if he was able to almost exasperate the Vulcan. Their firefight had been going on for over an
hour, and neither party was any closer to winning or losing. Every time the ship shook from a
Minatian volley, Tuvok was certain the other group would make a mistake.

So far, this had not been the case.

Taking a deep breath, Tuvok focused his thoughts on what was happening in the surrounding
areas. He heard people running by in the corridor outside; he heard the ragged breathing of an
injured Minatian soldier. But he pushed it all away and got control over his emotions again.

"Are you ready to give up yet, Lieutenant Tuvok?" Klantio asked the same question during
every break in the battle. "We will accept your surrender gratefully."

"Surrender is illogical."

Standing up quickly, Tuvok leveled his phaser at the Minatian soldier and fired three
shots-one to each shoulder and one to the abdomen. Klantio raised his phaser to fire, but after
the third shot, the weapon hit the transporter pad with a resounding clank. One of the other
soldiers seemed prepared to fire, but another Voyager crewmember shot the phaser out of his hand.

Klantio fell slowly to his knees, receiving no aid from his warriors. Weapons still
raised, Tuvok and his security team came out from behind the console. Klantio looked up at the
Vulcan and coughed.

"Nice shot."

"Would you like to be taken to Sickbay?" Tuvok asked, strangely polite.

Klantio shook his head and when he looked back at the Vulcan, his eyes were cloudier than
before. "And have your imaginary doctor save my life? I will die here."

Tuvok nodded. "Take the rest of these soldiers to the Brig, Ensign."

One of the young men nodded and poked the Minatian with his gun as they left the
transporter room.

Tuvok tapped his communicator. "Doctor, I have three wounded security members."

"I'm a little busy, Lieutenant Tuvok."

Tuvok raised an eyebrow, even though the Doctor could not see him. "Very well, Doctor; I
will have them brought down to you."

Tuvok received no answer from the Doctor and turned to the remaining security team member.
"Stay here with the wounded; I will send someone to assist you."

Tuvok had been watching the senior staff with great interest over the last few weeks.
Starfleet protocol would suggest that they listen to his advice and not do anything when it came to this invasion, but with people like Tom Paris in the group, that wasn't about to happen. Instead
they were plotting a way to escape and reclaim the ship.

Their method was most illogical.

They had not bothered to ask his opinion on any of the matters they were undertaking. It
was almost surprising, especially considering Seven of Nine, who often came to the Vulcan when she was confused about humans.

Neelix interrupted his musing when he stopped in front of the Vulcan, a huge bulge in his
shirt. Taking a quick look around, the Talaxian stuck his hand under his shirt and pulled out a
mask.

"For you, Mr. Vulcan."

Tuvok raised an eyebrow. "What is this for?"

Neelix lowered his voice. "For when Seven of Nine shuts off life support. You want to be
able to breathe, don't you Lieutenant Tuvok?"

"While I can hold my breath for up to ten minutes, I will take the breathing mask. Just in
case."

"Of course, Mr. Vulcan." Neelix smiled.

The crew was silent. They'd been sitting inside the cargo bay for ten minutes, breathing
masks hidden, but easily accessible. They were all waiting for Seven of Nine to turn off the life
support so their captors would be incapacitated and they could go about the business of rescuing
the captain. The senior staff, in an effort to look less conspicuous, had mixed themselves in with
the rest of the crew.

So far, it was working.

One of the Minatian soldiers coughed. A minute later, the other guard coughed and began
complaining about how tired he was. His companion went off on a long string of what could only
have been considered curses and then yawned.

For a brief moment, the intruder alarm blared. The two guards tried to get up, but the
lack of oxygen in their lungs made it difficult. Slowly, the crew brought out their breathing
masks and slipped them over their heads. The alarm had stopped almost before it began, but that
was all they needed

B'Elanna, stationed next to her new-found favorite control panel, crossed two of the wires
and was pleased when she heard the fizzling out of the force field surrounding them. She gave the thumbs up to Tom, who began to escort some of the security team towards the door.

"The weapon's locker at the end of this corridor should be unlocked," B'Elanna called,
fogging up her breathing mask. 'Take out whatever is there and then provide back up for the
unarmed until you reach the next locker."

"Let's move people; we have a captain to rescue!" Tom's voice sounded confident and
reassuring, even if they odds were piled painfully high against the Voyager crew and they had no
idea where the captain and commander were.

Janeway held tightly onto her armrests as the ship lurched again. The Minatians were not
giving up. Smoke was coming from ops, tactical and even the console between her seat and
Chakotay's seat. Voyager wasn't going to be able to take much more of this.

"I've got it, Captain!" B'Elanna exclaimed over the com after what seemed to have been
hours but was probably only five minutes. "Our tube of theta radiation is ready."

Janeway grinned. "Good. Prepare to fire it from torpedo bay one and let me know when it's
there." The captain tilted her head back to look up at Seven of Nine. "Can you have that tachyon
beam ready for me now, Seven?"

"Certainly, Captain."

Janeway's grin got broader. "Let's show these people who they're messing with."

The transporter room was empty except for two life forms, and only one of them was alive.
Tuvok looked at the body of Klantio. He was uncertain of what to do with it. He supposed they
should put it in a stasis chamber until the battle was over and then return it to the Minatians.
Deciding that was the most logical course of action, he dragged the dead soldier to the transporter pad.

Stepping onto the dais, Tuvok punched in the site-to-site coordinates that would put
Klantio in Voyager's morgue. The warrior slowly dematerialized and Tuvok tapped his combadge.

"Tuvok to the Doctor. Please confirm that the body of Klantio is in morgue bay one."

The Doctor let a sigh out of his holographic lungs. "Yes, Commander Tuvok, I have one dead
Minatian in my morgue. Now if you don't let me go back to work, several Voyager crew members are going to join him."

Tuvok nodded, although it was a useless gesture. "Tuvok out."

Making a mental note to send a clean up team down to the transporter bay, Tuvok left the
room and started walking briskly towards a turbolift to get to the Bridge.

Seven of Nine looked around the Bridge. Four Minatian soldiers were hunched over their
consoles or on the floor, phaser burns prominent on their backs. She pushed aside the one at the
ops station, calling up the location, ship schematics and personnel report in a few seconds.
Seeing that most of the crew had already begun to roam about the ship again, she activated
the ship-wide com.

"Seven of Nine to Lieutenant Torres."

"What is it, Seven?" B'Elanna's voice sounded distant through the breathing mask.

"The Bridge is secure. Would you like me to restore life-support to the rest of the ship?"

"Yes, Seven, that would be a very good idea." B'Elanna's sarcasm was not lost on the Borg
woman, but the Doctor's social lessons let Seven ignore the comment. "How many Minatians are there on the ship?"

Seven looked down at her screen again. "Fifty in all."

B'Elanna was quiet for a moment and Seven could hear the voice of Ensign Kim. "We've got
thirty-six of them right now; I think we can handle the renegade twelve when they wake up. Please restore life support, Seven."

"Done."
The computer's monotone rang clear throughout the ship. "Life support restored to all
decks."

The turbolift doors opened and Seven swung around, phaser in hand. Instead of the Minatian
soldier she had expected, Tom Paris walked in.

"Easy there, Seven. I'm here to get this ship pointed in the right direction. Any idea
where the captain and Chakotay are?"

"I have not made any preliminary scans, but I would assume they would be at this location."
The screen in front of Tom lit up to show one very large Minatian cruiser. Although he
wasn't positive, the blonde officer thought it was the one that had first attacked them.

"That is a very good assumption, Seven. Computer, scan the Minatian ship for human life
signs."

"There are two human life signs on board the Minatian ship."

"Good. Can you lock onto them with a transporter?"

"Negative."

Tom frowned. He hated it when the computer didn't cooperate. "Seven, do you know anything
about the way these ships are set up; where the brig might be?"

Seven blinked slowly, trying to call to mind a fading Borg memory. Her fingers slid over
the control panel as she recalled something, and Tom waited anxiously for her to speak.

"I have routed the asrometrich data on the Minatian ships to this console. I am calling up
a map of the ship." In a few seconds, the ship on the screen was superimposed with a graph-like
picture. The outline of the ship was blue, with all the rooms indicated by boxes of green. "The
brig is in the lower left corner of the ship. What do you propose?"

Tom smiled. "Tom to Harry, where are you?"

"I'm on Deck Four by the transporter room. Why?"

"I'm sending a set of coordinates to the console there. I want you to try and beam
everything within three meters of these coordinates into cargo bay one."

Harry's breathing disappeared and then came back when he reconnected to the com system from
the transporter room. "Tom you're asking me to beam out a good portion of Minatian ship. Any
reason why?"

"Seven assumes that's where the captain and Chakotay are."

"Assumes?" Even if Tom couldn't see his young friend, he knew Harry had both eyebrows
raised in confusion.

"Just transport anything that isn't bolted down."

"No problem, Tom. I'll see what I can do."

Seven walked over to each of the Minatians she had shot, moving them away from the stations
that would soon be occupied by Starfleet personnel. She had only killed one of the soldiers, and
that had been by mistake. Her aim had been too high. She had felt rushed, panicky. Human.

Harry's voice broke into the silence of the Bridge. "I've got them, Tom. Chakotay's
pretty beat up; I'm transporting them both to Sickbay now. You should probably get down there as soon as possible."

"On my way." Tom turned and grinned at the Borg woman. "You've got the Bridge until Tuvok
gets up here. Just make sure they don't blow up the ship while I'm gone."

Seven nodded. "I will comply."