Memories
CH.4
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah, no owning of the Star Trek and such. I wish I did, but alas, I am but a mere pawn in the game. Oh c'mon and read the disclaimer in ch.1. It's sincere. Lol. K, enjoy. BTW, check out the insignias. I got bored last night. Lol.
The fog of well-being and contentment that surrounded had surrounded Chakotay evaporated immediately. He glanced around the bridge, confused. The memory had seemed so real, but soon the happiness he had wrapped around himself had dissipated and Chakotay suddenly realized, as he looked out the viewscreen, how cold it was in space.
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Harry stared at his console in dismay. "Nothing in grid 134" he said, trying his best to keep his voice steady. "Chakotay nodded. "Proceed to grid 135." He said neutrally. Harry envied the commander for his emotional detachment in this situation. The commander was always calm and he never showed his feelings on the bridge. Harry knew that any emotional attachment could impede decisions, and that could not be allowed. Harry was grateful for that emotional fortitude. Normally he relied on Tuvok for that but Tuvok-.He was doing it again. He definitely had a lot more work to do.
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The ensign manning tactical frowned at her screen as a moment later, the ship shook with the force of the phaser blast that fired upon it. "A ship has just decloaked off of our starboard end. Chakotay clung tightly to his chair to avoid being thrown out. "Target weapons and return fire!" he cried. "Harry, hail them!" Harry tapped the necessary buttons, but the ship did not respond. "Tom, can you turn us around?" Chakotay asked. Tom frantically struggled to maintain power over the helm. "There's not much I can do. That ship is enormous." Chakotay finally got a good look at the ship in the viewscreen. It was truly massive, looking more like a spacestation than a ship and it was clearly armed to the teeth. "Arm torpedoes. Full spread. Fire on my mark." Chakotay stared at the screen. "Ready?"
Harry blanched when he saw the readings on his screen. "Sir, don't fire! The shuttle's out there. 30, 000 kilometers off of the alien's port. It doesn't have shields, and it's drifting." Chakotay stood. "Hold torpedoes." Tom, we need to get closer. Tom grimaced. "I don't know how. I can't get us around that thing." Chakotay rubbed his tattoo. "Open a channel." Harry looked up. "Channel open sir." Chakotay stared at the screen. "This is Commander Chakotay of the Starship Voyager. We have comrades in that shuttle and we need to retrieve them." The screen flickered to life and a face Chakotay could honestly call horrifying crossed the screen. Its face was brown and covered in rows of spikes that protruded at different angles. It grinned a wicked smile at Chakotay before speaking. "Your shuttlecraft and everything on it are now property of the Xxnie government. You invaded our space!" Chakotay opened his mouth to reply but the alien cut him off. "You have one minute to relay all information in your databanks concerning this sector." An idea formed in the back of Chakotay's mind. "We would gladly relay you any information we have, but.our transmitter has been damaged in your attack. We can't send anything but hails. Allow us to send a probe with the data. We'll need five minutes, that's all." The alien narrowed its eyes. "You have three." It spat and cut the channel.
Immediately, Chakotay hailed Engineering. "B'Elanna, I need you to rig a probe with antimatter explosives and I need it to detonate from the ship." B'Elanna complied, not even questioning his motives." Chakotay turned to the young ensign manning ht station. "As soon as the probe is released, I need you to target it with phasers. When I give the signal, fire on the probe. We can't afford to miss." The ensign swallowed nervously. "Aye sir." Chakotay slapped his commbadge. "B'Elanna, is that probe ready yet?" B'Elanna stood hunched over her main station. "It's ready to launch." Chakotay nodded his approval. "Relay control of the probe to Ops." Harry looked up. Chakotay nodded at him "You know what to do."
"They're hailing us." The alien's repulsive face appeared on the viewscreen. "Your three minutes is up." Chakotay glanced over his shoulder at Harry. "Launch the probe." The sound of the probe being launched echoed through the now silent bridge. The tactical ensign looked up. Chakotay shook his head. "Wait."he told himself.a tractor beam from the ship caught onto the probe. "Now!" Chakotay yelled. Voyager fired and the screen went blank. Then the probe exploded in a blinding, white flash of antimatter. The shockwave hit Voyager hard, sending officers flying. Chakotay landed hard on the carpeted floor and felt something in his arm snap. "The alien's shields are down. I detect 2 commbadge signals." Chakotay tapped his commbadge with his good arm. "Transporter room, get a lock on the commbadge signals and beam them out of there." HE waited, holing his breath. "We've got them sir." Came the reply. "Tom?" Tom slid his fingers over the controls. "Already on it." Chakotay felt the warp nacelles buckle and then the jump to warp came. He glanced around the bridge. Ensigns had their hands over various cuts and bruises; even Chakotay cradled his injured arm tenderly. Tom winced once he saw the odd angle of Chakotay's arm. "You better get down to Sickbay." He said. Chakotay left him the bridge and stepped over debris to the turbolift. "Sickbay."
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Chakotay stepped inside the brightly lit sickbay and suddenly felt his heart constrict. Kathryn was laying on a biobed and from here; Chakotay could see she didn't look good. "Kathryn." he murmured and stood fixated at his spot until the doctor came and forced his to a biobed.
Phew! Okay then.hope that wasn't too bad. Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. I know I did. So.as usual please read and review and I would still appreciate any name entries for Kathryn's daughter. (See previous chapter) I might not be able to update as much these next weeks because I am going to my mother's house, but when I do update, it will be in big groups, I promise. Thank you so much.and see ya next chapter.
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah, no owning of the Star Trek and such. I wish I did, but alas, I am but a mere pawn in the game. Oh c'mon and read the disclaimer in ch.1. It's sincere. Lol. K, enjoy. BTW, check out the insignias. I got bored last night. Lol.
The fog of well-being and contentment that surrounded had surrounded Chakotay evaporated immediately. He glanced around the bridge, confused. The memory had seemed so real, but soon the happiness he had wrapped around himself had dissipated and Chakotay suddenly realized, as he looked out the viewscreen, how cold it was in space.
=/\=
Harry stared at his console in dismay. "Nothing in grid 134" he said, trying his best to keep his voice steady. "Chakotay nodded. "Proceed to grid 135." He said neutrally. Harry envied the commander for his emotional detachment in this situation. The commander was always calm and he never showed his feelings on the bridge. Harry knew that any emotional attachment could impede decisions, and that could not be allowed. Harry was grateful for that emotional fortitude. Normally he relied on Tuvok for that but Tuvok-.He was doing it again. He definitely had a lot more work to do.
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The ensign manning tactical frowned at her screen as a moment later, the ship shook with the force of the phaser blast that fired upon it. "A ship has just decloaked off of our starboard end. Chakotay clung tightly to his chair to avoid being thrown out. "Target weapons and return fire!" he cried. "Harry, hail them!" Harry tapped the necessary buttons, but the ship did not respond. "Tom, can you turn us around?" Chakotay asked. Tom frantically struggled to maintain power over the helm. "There's not much I can do. That ship is enormous." Chakotay finally got a good look at the ship in the viewscreen. It was truly massive, looking more like a spacestation than a ship and it was clearly armed to the teeth. "Arm torpedoes. Full spread. Fire on my mark." Chakotay stared at the screen. "Ready?"
Harry blanched when he saw the readings on his screen. "Sir, don't fire! The shuttle's out there. 30, 000 kilometers off of the alien's port. It doesn't have shields, and it's drifting." Chakotay stood. "Hold torpedoes." Tom, we need to get closer. Tom grimaced. "I don't know how. I can't get us around that thing." Chakotay rubbed his tattoo. "Open a channel." Harry looked up. "Channel open sir." Chakotay stared at the screen. "This is Commander Chakotay of the Starship Voyager. We have comrades in that shuttle and we need to retrieve them." The screen flickered to life and a face Chakotay could honestly call horrifying crossed the screen. Its face was brown and covered in rows of spikes that protruded at different angles. It grinned a wicked smile at Chakotay before speaking. "Your shuttlecraft and everything on it are now property of the Xxnie government. You invaded our space!" Chakotay opened his mouth to reply but the alien cut him off. "You have one minute to relay all information in your databanks concerning this sector." An idea formed in the back of Chakotay's mind. "We would gladly relay you any information we have, but.our transmitter has been damaged in your attack. We can't send anything but hails. Allow us to send a probe with the data. We'll need five minutes, that's all." The alien narrowed its eyes. "You have three." It spat and cut the channel.
Immediately, Chakotay hailed Engineering. "B'Elanna, I need you to rig a probe with antimatter explosives and I need it to detonate from the ship." B'Elanna complied, not even questioning his motives." Chakotay turned to the young ensign manning ht station. "As soon as the probe is released, I need you to target it with phasers. When I give the signal, fire on the probe. We can't afford to miss." The ensign swallowed nervously. "Aye sir." Chakotay slapped his commbadge. "B'Elanna, is that probe ready yet?" B'Elanna stood hunched over her main station. "It's ready to launch." Chakotay nodded his approval. "Relay control of the probe to Ops." Harry looked up. Chakotay nodded at him "You know what to do."
"They're hailing us." The alien's repulsive face appeared on the viewscreen. "Your three minutes is up." Chakotay glanced over his shoulder at Harry. "Launch the probe." The sound of the probe being launched echoed through the now silent bridge. The tactical ensign looked up. Chakotay shook his head. "Wait."he told himself.a tractor beam from the ship caught onto the probe. "Now!" Chakotay yelled. Voyager fired and the screen went blank. Then the probe exploded in a blinding, white flash of antimatter. The shockwave hit Voyager hard, sending officers flying. Chakotay landed hard on the carpeted floor and felt something in his arm snap. "The alien's shields are down. I detect 2 commbadge signals." Chakotay tapped his commbadge with his good arm. "Transporter room, get a lock on the commbadge signals and beam them out of there." HE waited, holing his breath. "We've got them sir." Came the reply. "Tom?" Tom slid his fingers over the controls. "Already on it." Chakotay felt the warp nacelles buckle and then the jump to warp came. He glanced around the bridge. Ensigns had their hands over various cuts and bruises; even Chakotay cradled his injured arm tenderly. Tom winced once he saw the odd angle of Chakotay's arm. "You better get down to Sickbay." He said. Chakotay left him the bridge and stepped over debris to the turbolift. "Sickbay."
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Chakotay stepped inside the brightly lit sickbay and suddenly felt his heart constrict. Kathryn was laying on a biobed and from here; Chakotay could see she didn't look good. "Kathryn." he murmured and stood fixated at his spot until the doctor came and forced his to a biobed.
Phew! Okay then.hope that wasn't too bad. Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. I know I did. So.as usual please read and review and I would still appreciate any name entries for Kathryn's daughter. (See previous chapter) I might not be able to update as much these next weeks because I am going to my mother's house, but when I do update, it will be in big groups, I promise. Thank you so much.and see ya next chapter.